#sure it was then immediately turned over by the pig thing but… actually yeah he probably stinks like a pig too like it’s legit

[arrowheadedbitch]

Maela, I'm just gonna tell you the broad points of the Odyssey because I feel bad that you don't know it at all and are being roped in this way

The Illiad is about the Trojan war, you know, with the wooden horse? And the Odyssey is the sequel to that following a man named Odysseus who is the reigning king of an island named Ithaca

His wife Penelope and his newborn son Telemachus were left in Ithaca while he fought in the Trojan war, a war that lasted ten years. But in the end, Odysseus' side won and he gets to go home!

But, they're out of food, so they need to make a pitstop before they can go back home

So, Odysseus and his crew of SIX HUNDRED sail their ships to a nearby island, they start at the island of the Lotus Eaters where if you eat their fruit they mess with your mind and make you never want to leave, but they manage to get out with little skin off their backs and find a cave filled with sheep

They have 600 men to feed, so they start killing sheep to bring to the ships

But then, a cyclops named Polyphemus comes out. Uh oh, turns out these sheep are his best friends so he's gonna try and kill them.

He kills a few of them, including Odysseus' best friend, Polites, who will haunt the narrative from here on out.

But, Odysseus gave him some wine as a peace offering before he started killing people (and also lied about his name being Nobody) and surprise surprise! It was too strong/drugged so Polyphemus is out of commission for a sec, meaning Ody can form a plan!

That plan? Stab the cyclop's eye so they can escape

So they do that. And it works!

They don't leave immediately and can hear an unknown man asking Polyphemus who hurt him, and he says "Nobody" because he thinks that's Ody's name so the voice essentially calls him a pussy and leaves

But, ody is super pissed off about him killing some of his men, so on his way out he yells at the cyclops and tells him a lot of things, including his full name, title, and address, you know, like an idiot

So then they leave. But, uh oh! There's a huge storm blocking their way to Ithaca!!!

But, Ody sees Aeolus' (wind god) island, so he drops by and asks for help, Aeolus gives him a bag full of wind. This bag has the storm they couldn't cross in it, all he has to do is make sure it stays closed and he's free to go home!

But Ithaca is about ten days away, so he stays up for nine days straight and on the ninth night, he falls asleep and while he's sleeping, one of his crew mates, who are all convinced the bag is actually filled with gold and not a dangerous storm, opens it so they get blown away from Ithaca right before they reach the shores

VERY far away from Ithaca

But, ody manages to wake up and close the bag before all of the storm escapes

Then, Poseidon shows up. Turns out, Polyphemus? Yeah, that's Poseidon's son. Uh oh, HE was the voice they heard in the cave!

Poseidon is pissed at Ody's hubris so he's gonna make his life a living hell, starting by killing a shit ton of his crew, literally drowning multiple ships. The crew goes from just under 600 to a little over 40. YIKES.

But, before poseidon can kill him too, he opens the wind bag and escapes with the last of the wind. They land on an island. Ody sends some men to look around the island and figure out who they are.

But uh oh again! Turns out this is Circe's island! (Minor goddess of sorcery, and don't try to tell me she isn't a goddess, her parents are literally fucking titans, Helios and his wife did not give birth to a mortal) and she turned the scouts he sent into pigs to keep her nymphs safe.

So, Ody comes over, talks to her, he manages to convince her to turn his men back to humans and help him.

She send him to the underworld to meet a dead prophet who will hopefully help him, this prophet is the blind Tiresias and he basically tells him "lol, you're fucked dude, but you WILL get home haha you just won't like who you are by then..." and odysseus says "what the fuck does that mean???" And leaves, deciding that he can't be merciful anymore if he wants to get home in one piece

They pass by some sirens, in epic he kills them in the original he doesn't, yadda yadda, they have to pass through the Lair of Scylla (big freaky sea monster lady with six heads) to get past Poseidon since he still won't let them get home, Odysseus passes put six torches, Scylla eats anyone holding a torch, so that means her mouths are all full and she can't hurt them further, they leave

But, his second in command, Eurylochus is NOT happy with him sacrificing men, they stage a mutiny and end up on an island

Eurylochus kills one of the cows there and WHOOPTY WOO, that cow belongs to Helios, you are FUCKED, uh oh once again

So, the entire crew dies but Odysseus manages to escape, but he ends up injured and washed up on some rando island

The island turns out to belong to a goddess named Calypso and she's been alone for a very long time, so when she sees Odysseus wash up on her island, she decides that he's hers now

Odysseus, who is married to the lovely Penelope, is not happy that this goddess decided he belongs to her now, in both the sense of "he is an object" and "I am in love with you"

He's stuck on this island for about TEN YEARS, then Hermes shows up and tells Calypso she has to let him go

He makes his way home, but Poseidon still ain't over that shit so once he gets to the shores of Ithaca he gets into a big fight with him

But, he makes it through and now he's home...but 118 men have been messing around at the palace since he left and are growing impatient with both his wife and son...

But at this point Odysseus has been gone 20 years, they think he's dead, they know the crown is stalling, so she has to put on a competition. Whoever can string Odysseus' old bow and shoot through very particular obstacles can be the new king with Penelope. But this is a special bow, only Odysseus and Telemachus know how to string it, so Odysseus disguises himself as an old man and does the challenge flawlessly, no one else could do it (except for Telemachus but ody interrupted him so he wouldn't finish)

But now the suitors are planning to kill Telemachus and rape Penelope and take over by force and you KNOW Odysseus can't stand for that so he slaughters all of them in his palace, ALL of them

He finally meets his son, this is the first time he's seen him in twenty years, and he gets to see his wife

Penelope asks him to do one thing for her first, lift up their old wedding bed and take it far away from the palace

Odysseus is hurt, he points out how he had made this wedding bed by hand and it was carved into the tree they first met at and the only way to move it would be to chop that tree down.

Penelope reveals that she never wanted the bed gone, just wanted to see if he knew that because if he didn't then he wasn't the REAL Odysseus but since he does then he is!

So, they get back together and live happily ever after, aside from all the very intense trauma.

Best greek tragedy ever.

By the way, yes, every other character in the illiad also lived through some sort of tragedy going home, that is if they survived the war, odys the only one who took 20 goddamn years to get home though lmao

My favorite part of the Orpheus and Odysseus were in the underworld at the same time is the implication that Odysseus was actually singing for real and not because Epic is a musical retelling

[acidnhuskerdust]

let me be your everlasting light (2/3) NSFW

18 plus! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Husk x Angel

Chapter 2: waitin' is such a misery, i need your touch

Summary: Angel and Husk's relationship has developed over the past few weeks, yet they both are finding it hard to hold off on sex.

Warnings: grinding, a whole lotta making out, sexual tension, sexual frustration, teasing

AO3 link: x Part 1: x

A week has passed since they shared their first kiss, and things between Husk and Angel have drastically changed, more so then after the night the two of them sat at the curb together. Angel finds himself surprised everyday whenever he gets a moment alone with Husk, of course he was still his grumpy old self, yet he still regarded Angel with a tenderness no one else has given him. It was hard to adjust to these… pesky feelings, to only want a certain pair of yellow eyes on him at all times. It was especially hard to adjust when it has been a week of nothing but heavy make out sessions and wandering hands. That part was more vexing than anything else. 

It was a quiet evening at the hotel, there was no crazy exercises Charlie put the crew through to rehabilitate them today, instead both the princess and her girlfriend went out for the day. Angel didn’t bother to ask where they were headed too, he was just pleased to know he could truly relax for a day. 

The spider demon sat on the couch with his pet demon pig, Fat Nugget, curled up on his lap. He mindlessly flipped through channels on the TV, enjoying the rare respite from the chaos that usually engulfed him while puffing on a cigarette.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A deep voice came from behind him, causing Angel to immediately perk up.

He looks back to see none other than the demon who was always hot on his mind. There was a smirk on his face, looking Angel up and down. It was as if he was drinking in the sight before him, seemingly taking interest in the outfit he wore, a loose sweater that exposed his shoulders and tight shorts. His fixed gaze was enough to make Angel’s body feel like it was on fire.

He made his way over to join him on the couch. He settles down beside him, stretching out his legs and propping one up on the coffee table without a care. “Enjoying some peace and quiet, huh?”

“Well, I was.” He says with a playful lilt in his voice. “Then you showed up.” Husk let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans back on the couch, reaching over to ease out the cigarette dangling from Angel’s lips to take a long puff out of it. “Now you’re stealin’ my cigarettes, and I thought I was the annoying one.” He lets out huff, picking up Fat Nugget and setting him down on the floor. 

“Think of it as payback for all the times you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He replies, staring ahead at whatever was playing on the television.

“Whateva,” Angel rolls his eyes. He then scoots closer to Husk, turning his body towards him. Two of his arms sprawl out on the back of the couch, leaning his head against them while staring at the older demon with affection. He sure did look fine. 

“Ya been enjoyin’ ya day off?” Angel asks, wanting to keep the other’s attention on him.

“Day off? More like day spent trying not to strangle anyone,” He replied in a dry tone, looking over at Angel, his gaze flickering down his body. “But I guess it ain’t so bad when you’re around.”

Angel smirks, “Ya guess?” He clicks his tongue. “Damn… And I thought we had somethin’ special kitty cat.” He reaches out to grab his cigarette back, taking a slow drag off of it. 

“Yeah, something specially annoying.” Husk retorts. It was the usual reply Angel would receive since he met Husk, but now when he said things like that, there was a lightness in his tone. He teased back now. It made Angel feel light. 

Husk’s lips turn into a small smile. “What’s got you lounging here all by yourself anyway? Don’t tell me you actually got tired of causing chaos for one day.” 

An airy laugh leaves Angel, a genuine one as his lips curl up into a smile. “Whose ta say I haven’t spent the day causin’ chaos?” He shoots back playfully. The spider demon moves to get on his knees. “Or maybe…” He purrs out, prowling towards Husk as if he was a cat stalking a mouse. “I’ve been waitin’ for you to show up before I did?” 

He crawls onto Husk’s lap, settling down across him. He place an arm lazily atop his shoulders while a hand finds its way to Husk’s neck. His finger trails upward, brushing past the fur of his cheeks before finally to the top of his head. Husk’s eyes narrowed at him as he grabbed his top hat, placing it on his head with a cheeky grin. 

Husk raises a brow, clearly amused by the display. “I see,” Husk drawled out in a voice that was both amused and indulgent. “Aren’t you just full of surprises today?" His arms wrap around Angel to keep him steady, one hand trailing up to trace lazy circles on the small of his back while the other rested against his thigh, the touch was enough to make Angel shiver. “Now… Was there something else you were waiting for? Or is stealing my hat all a part of your 'grand scheme'?” 

Angel smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he adjusted himself on Husk’s lap. His touch egged him on, placing his cigarette back between the demon cat’s lips before pressing his own lips against his ear, whispering into it with a sultry tone. “Oh baby, bein’ with me is a gamble,” He purred, enjoying the way his ear flickered from his hot breath.  He trails one hand down Husk’s chest teasingly, “I’ve got plenty up my sleeve.” He presses a hot kiss against his cheek. 

Husk’s hand leaves his thigh to take hold of the cigarette, turning his head to capture Angel’s lips in a deep kiss. Angel happily reciprocates with equal fervor, his hand continuing to smooth over the fur on his chest. 

The taste of cigarettes lingered on their lips, mixing with the heady rush of arousal that coursed through their veins. Angel swore the room seemed to fade away as their kiss intensified. He doesn’t break their kiss once as he moves to straddle Husk’s lap, his hat falling off his head while feeling clawed paws making purchase on his hips. 

A purr reaches his ears, and as he places two hands on his chest, he can feel it rumble underneath his touch. He grins against his lips, feeling a sense of fulfillment to know he has such an effect on him. 

Husk seemed to pick up on his silent satisfaction, his grip tightening on his hips and grounding him down onto his lap. Angel gasps against his lips, his body yearning for more. He moves his hips down onto him with an undeniable hunger, pressing himself closer against Husk, reveling in the way their bodies molded. 

“F-Fuck,” Angel moaned softly against Husk’s lips. His hands roamed ravenously over Husk’s chest and shoulders, feeling overwhelmed with both need and adoration towards the shorter demon underneath him. 

He breaks the kiss and Husk’s lips chase after him, he knew he was just as desperate as he was and he was going to ride that out as much as he could. He leans down, pressing hot kisses against his neck. He can hear Husk’s breath hitch, his grip tightening instinctively.

“Husky baby…” He murmurs against his fur, lightly nipping at it. “You’re drivin’ me crazy.” 

“Damn right I am,” Husk growled huskily, unable to suppress the low groan that made Angel’s cock twitch in his shorts. He tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck and Angel takes the chance to explore. 

His neediness was mounting as the seconds passed, a week of making out without anything further was making Angel desperate. He lets out a small whimper, not a fake one like when he was filming, a real, fervent whimper that made his face feel hot from embarrassment. He could feel Husk stiffen underneath him from his little noise, his hips pressing up against Angel’s, allowing him to feel the hardness underneath his slacks. 

Another noise leaves the back of his throat, pressing himself back down with an aching desire. He kisses back up his neck, pressing his lips against his. Husk licks his lips and he immediately parts them, allowing him to lick into his mouth. His tongue was so long, this was the furthest they’ve gotten thus far and it gave Angel a rush of excitement. Maybe this was it. 

He pulls away for a gulp of air, looking down at the demon beneath him with carnal desire. “Baby, please. I’m needin’ ya real bad.” He rasps out, grinding down against his erection. 

“Angel…” Husk’s voice was low, strained with lust. He slid his hand from his hip to the small of his back, pulling him in close. He nips at Angel’s bottom lip teasingly, “Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re asking for.” 

Husk rolls his hips upwards and a choked gasp leaves Angel from the delicious stimulation he keeps looking for. Fuck yes, this is exactly where he needed Husk to be. 

“I know damn well what I’m askin’ for babycakes.” He says through gritted teeth, he’s never felt this needy, never wanted someone inside of him so badly like this, not a specific demon at the very least. Why won't Husk just give it to him? “Want ya so bad Husky, want ya inside of me, makin’ me scream. C’mon baby, I know ya wanna, want to give me your all.” 

Husk let out a guttural growl that was music to his ears, the heady tension getting thicker in the air. Just as Angel became more hopeful, Husk's hands fall back down to his hips, halting him from moving. He looks down at him with confusion, raising his brows. 

“Doll…” Husk began hoarsely, and holy fuck, he sounded so hot like that. He was just as pent up as he was, Angel could feel it in his pants, throbbing against its confines with carnal desire. It feels so good to be completely wanted like this. 

His golden eyes bore into Angel’s with an intensity that was almost frightening from the sheer arousal held within them. “This ain’t about fucking… Not this time.” Husk’s grip softened somewhat, one of them stroking up Angel’s side. “We can wait,” He murmurs. Angel lets out a groan in response, damnit, he was right there. 

“Wait?” Angel repeats, a frown tugging at his lips. “It’s been a week, don’t ya think that’s plenty of build up before getting down and dirty?” Husk’s thick brow rose, staring up at him with amusement. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track of the days?” 

The spider demon rolls his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “‘Course I’ve been countin’ the fuckin’ days. Kinda hard not to when you get me all riled up then blue ball me every damn time we get a moment together.” 

Husk lets out a chuckle, the sound deep and husky as it rumbles in his chest. “Don’t get me wrong baby doll, I want you too, but it’s good to give each other time.” 

Angel lets out another groan of frustration, it sure as hell didn’t help when he felt his own cock twitch in his shorts. The heat between them was palpable, having this strikingly handsome demon underneath him both entranced and downright infuriated him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that right?” He slumps against Husk, burying his head into his neck. 

Husk wraps an arm around Angel’s waist, holding him close. “Not gonna apologize for that.” Husk replied gruffly, nuzzling into Angel’s fluffy white hair with a small sigh. “I get it, you’re frustrated and wound up. But we can’t just jump headfirst into this shit, give it some time. You can do that, can’t you?”  “I guess… But it’s not stoppin' me from hating you right now.” Despite his words, one of his hands found its way to the top of his head, stroking the fur there to coax those rumbling purrs he enjoyed to hear so much. 

“You don’t mean that.” Husk says, and Angel can practically hear his smirk as his tail comes to wrap around his waist. 

Angel grumbled intelligibly against his neck, his voice muffled as he spoke up. “Where’s my cigarette?” 

“Went out a while ago.” 

He groans, “Yeah, I fuckin hate ya.”

Husk wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of yoga, far from it actually. He considered any form of physical exertion to be a nuisance, but when Charlie made the call, he knew better than to argue with the princess of Hell. 

It had been three weeks since Angel and Husk relationship took its turn. Husk had to admit it, begrudgingly so, that he was quite fond of the spider demon. That fondness grew more and more everyday, and he wasn’t too big in how his heart skipped a beat when he saw the other. He made the idea of yoga sound not half bad, in fact, he made all activities a bit better. 

Grumbling under his breath, he ambled down to the main lobby dressed in his usual black slacks and red bow tie with suspenders slung lazily over his shoulders; a far cry from whatever this ‘yoga attire’ nonsense was supposed to be. 

Although his golden eyes widened once he caught sight of Angel sitting on the couch and his chosen outfit for the occasion. He wore a tight tank top, pushing his already prominent chest of fur up, and his tight black shorts barely covered his ass. It was an unapologetic display of pure sin that left little to the imagination. For a moment, all coherent thought fled Husk’s mind as he openly gawked at him. 

Husk was the who was holding off sex with Angel, but fuck, was it not easy. Not when he looked like that, a pink-eyed beauty that was constantly begging for more. 

He sauntered over to Angel, his thumbs hooked underneath his suspenders. “Fuck me sideways,” He mutters, a predatory glint in his eye. “Yoga classes ain’t exactly my thing, but I’m willing to suffer through it just for the view.” 

His words were more bark than bite though as an amused grin curled up on Husk’s lips while appreciating how Angel owned up to his provocative style unabashedly. As irritating as their teasing game has become lately, he couldn’t deny that it made things interesting around here. 

Angel’s lips pull up into a smirk. He stretches out languidly, purposefully accentuating his perfect curves and arching his back. This damn demon… 

“That so Husky?” Angel purrs out, leaning forward, all four arms resting along his thigh with a flirtatious smile on his face. “Good ta know, because I would love some help with the poses.” 

Husk absentmindedly licked his lips, staring down at the younger demon like he was sizing up his meal. He didn’t realize everyone around was staring at them until he heard the sound of Charlie awkwardly clearing her throat.

He brings his attention towards the princess, crossing his arms with a frown on his lips. Once she had everyone’s eyes on her, she clasped her hands together. 

“Alright guys! I sure hope you're as excited as me to have some yoga fun!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s all get to our mats and start with something simple.” 

He looked back at Angel as he got up from the couch, their gazes fixated on each other as they both made their way towards a mat. Let the game begin. It all started off with simple stretches and Husk haphazardly followed along. His gaze remained locked on Angel as he followed the movements with his lithe form, making Husk’s entire body buzz with need. 

He tries his best to stay on track, but as soon as Charlie moves to lead everyone to do the downward dog, Husk stops short, his head snapping towards Angel. He really wanted to see this. 

The spider demon turns his back towards him, looking back with half lidded eyes before easily getting into position. His eyes slightly widened, seeing that tight ass high in the air was making his cock twitch in his pants. It didn’t help when he seductively swayed his hips, it was like a siren's call, luring Husk into dangerous territory. 

His mind quickly fogged with desire, racing with so many thoughts, how good it would feel to pound into his tight ass, holding his hips in the air as Angel let out a string of beautiful noises. As the days pass, these thoughts become more and more intense and vivid. Angel was just so beautiful, yet he was such a damn tease, he wanted to rile him up, of course he did. That’s just who he was, and Husk loved it. 

Husk wanted to cross that line, grab Angel, pull him anywhere that was remotely private, to show him how crazy he drives him. Yet before he could take that step forward, something snapped within him, a flicker of sanity amidst the lusty haze. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not in front of everyone, not risk everything they have built between them thus far. He’s holding back for a reason, to show Angel that this was more than sex. 

Angel had to have known he was striking a cord with Husk, especially when he fell away from Charlie’s instructions, taking the liberty to do his own poses. He effortlessly moves to get on his back, locking eyes with Husk with a half lidded gaze. He hooks two hands underneath his thighs, the other two resting on the yoga mat below him. Husk watches with bated breath as he brings his knees up to his chest, putting himself on full display. 

“Ain’t this fun Husky?” He asks, batting his long lashes and feigning innocence. “Sure do love me some yoga.” 

God damn it. 

The way he contorts his body was downright sinful, and the heat deep within Husk burned. His tail swishes at his feet. With a frustrated growl, he takes a step forward, taking in that lustful gaze Angel gave him. His hands tremble at his side, itching to touch and possess what was so temptingly offered before him. 

Fuck consequences.

Fuck control.

All that mattered now was satisfying this insatiable hunger.

Although, thankfully before he could yank him up and drag him away, his self control snapped back in place like a tightly wound spring. He can’t, not now. He can wait, he has the will power. 

He grumbles underneath his breath, abruptly turning on his heels and walking out of the yoga session without another word. He needed a moment alone, preferably to rub one out, to keep his building desires under wraps. He can’t keep spiraling out of control like this, constantly towing on the edge. What made it even worse was that the session barely started and he already had to walk away.

“Goddamn spider…” He mumbles, heading over to one of the many bathrooms of the hotel. 

He was pushed to his limits by the spider, and he was sure Angel knew that too. He knew damn well what he was doing, entangling him in his web of seduction. He wanted him to break, to give in, yet Husk was too stubborn to give in. He was making a point, and he was going to stick to that. 

Although the sound of fast clicking heels hit his ears makes them twitch. 

“Husky, wait up!” He hears the sound of the one who was responsible for all of this, his fur standing up as he whipped his head back. He moved closer to Husk till they were mere inches apart. “Are ya alright?” He asks and Husk swears he can see a fleeting moment of panic in his eyes. “I just wanted ta have a little fun between us. Didn’t mean ta push ya like that.” 

The spider reached out, and the second Angel’s hand was on his arm, Husk spun around. His golden eyes burned with lust, the teasing game they have been playing all this time had him at wits end. 

In one swift motion, he reaches up to grab Angel by his shoulders and pushes him up against the nearest wall. 

“Didn’t mean to push me?” Husk repeats, his gravelly tone taking on a growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing Legs, don’t try to play coy. You just don’t get it, do you?”  

Angel’s eyes were wide and so utterly captivating. Husk doesn’t give Angel a chance to respond, claiming those sinful lips with his own. The kiss was a bit rougher than usual, raw desire prominent as Angel melts into the contact. 

He fell more and more for this damn demon every day, and he wanted nothing more than to claim him as his own so badly. He wanted him, all of him, every single damn inch. 

“Fuck…” Husk murmured between breathless kisses, each one more intense than the last. He buried one clawed hand in that soft fluffy hair while the other made purchase on his waist, pulling him closer with possession until there wasn’t an inch separating them. 

Angel purred into the kiss, his body sliding down the wall until he matched Husk's height. The older demon took the chance to press his thigh up between his legs firmly, enjoying that sweet muffled moan that left Angel. 

The spider demon pulled away for a deep breath, rolling his hips against Husk’s thigh with a look of satisfaction on his face, and Husk wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. 

“Mm, bein’ a lil rough, ain’t ya babycakes?” He purrs out, tilting his head to the side. “I’m not drivin’ ya insane, am I? Not lil ol Angel Dust.” 

“You’re pushing it doll,” He snarled, his erection now fully evident against Angel’s thigh, making no secret of how much he has been affected by this infuriatingly attractive creature. “But don’t you fucking dare think I won’t push back.” Without another word, he dove his head into the crook of his neck, attacking it with kisses, nips and licks of his long tongue. He drew out a throaty moan from Angel as he bucked against Husk’s leg. 

“Oh honey,” He moans. “You’re damn right you can push back.” 

“Fuck you…” He whispered hoarsely against Angel’s neck. 

“Please.” Angel replies back with ease. “C’mon baby, just give in. We’ve been doin’ this dance for three weeks. Making out, grindin’ on each other. Why don’t ya just fuck me?” 

There was that desperation, that tremor in Angel’s voice, he knew he wanted him bad, and Husk wanted to keep it that way just for a bit longer. 

Husk wasn’t one to be easily swayed. Years had hardened him, made him resistant to giving himself fully, especially when it came to matters of the heart. “Damn it all, Angel.” Husk growled, voice thick with restraint. “You know why I’m holding back.” He pulls away from his neck, staring deep into his eyes. “You’re not some piece of meat for me to fuck around with. I care about you too much for that.” His eyes flicked down between them, pausing for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, a rare glimpse into the vulnerability hidden within his gruff exterior. 

“You deserve more than just a quick fuck from me… You deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are,” He lets out a sigh. “And until I can give you that, until I can offer you everything, I won’t take advantage of what we have.” 

He watches intently as Angel’s eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and frustration evident in those pink orbs he finds so pretty. Angel then lets out a long groan, his head hitting against the wall behind him. 

“Ugh, Husk!” Angel exclaimed in exasperation. 

There was a silence between them for a moment, and Husk kept his eyes trained on his gorgeous face as his eyelids slid close, taking in deep breaths. 

After a moment, he opens them, a softness in his eyes that tugged at Husk’s heart. “Ya’know…” He begins, letting out a breathless chuckle. “For someone who is such an old grump, you sure are sappy.” 

Although slightly offended to receive such a title as this one, a small chuckle resonated from him. The thick sexual tension in the air seemed to ease away from Angel’s light heartedness. 

Angel, who looked ever so beautiful, brought his hand up to Husk’s cheek, running through his fur before settling at the base of his neck. “Ya win, again,” He gives a roll of his eyes, yet his tone still holds a note of affection. “We’ll hold off a bit longer. But I can’t promise I’ll make it easy on ya.” He fluidly rolls his hips against his leg, making sure that Husk felt that straining bulge in his shorts. 

His grip tightens on Angel, a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded. “You damn well know I can handle it.” Angel snorted in response and Husk’s jaw clenched, both of them knowing all too well that all control almost slipped out of his grasp today.

Husk lets out a sigh, leaning forward to press his face against his shoulder. “But Satan fucking help me…” He groaned pitifully against Angel’s fur, teeth grazing lightly over as if he was marking his territory. “... If I don’t find myself wanting nobody else but you.”

He feels the spider demon stiffen in his hold and Husk understood, if he wasn’t so pent up he would probably try to play it off, throw in an insult to lighten the confession that was just as heavy as any other. 

Soon enough, Angel relaxes and four arms wrap securely around him. “You’re such a dummy,” He says barely above a whisper. Husk grunts out in response, bringing his head up to nuzzle his cheek against Angel, both a sign of affection and scenting. 

Before the enchanting demon was able to get out another word, the sound of his phone blowing up with a series of notifications stopped him in his tracks. Husk pulls back, his gaze hardening as he watches the other pull out his phone, a somber look etched across his features. 

“Looks like I gotta get to work…” Angel sighs out, pushing a hand into his hair. 

Husk’s ears twitched and his tail flicked in irritation. Val always had to ruin everything, didn’t he? 

With one last lingering look filled with longing, Husk took a step back. “Be careful out there, and don’t let that bastard get under your skin too much today.”

Angel nods his head, smoothing his hair out. “‘Course not.” He forces a smile, pushing himself off the wall. “Be good for me, kitty cat, don’t go scratching the furniture.” He scratches the underneath of his chin, and Husk finds himself chasing after the retracting hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He gruffly says, yet there was a small smile on his lips as he watched Angel take his leave. “See you later.” 

Once the spider demon was out of sight, he huffed out a sigh. He leans up against the wall, a clawed finger hooking underneath his suspenders as he pondered over what he said just moments ago. 

Shit, he really was a sap. 

[idkfitememate]

So we have tiger creator and deer creator

So a present

Sumpter beast creator

This thing

Like we have a killer cat in the city

But imagine this giant in the city

Just chilling

Dori Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Sumpter Beast Reader x Dori

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 538

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, Dori gets protective

The Palace of Alcazarzaray had a new resident. A resident that no one would have ever thought Lord Sangemah Bay would even allow.

That resident, you ask?

You! A Sumpter Beast.

People of The Palace had not been expecting to see their Lord riding atop your shaggy form. You had a large hawdaj on your back that could accommodate three people of Dori’s size - which meant only one full grown person could fit. And by full grown, you mean a shorter full grown person.

Golden hoops shined on your ears and your fur was shined and brushed throughly. You looked better taken care of than the majority of the people of Sumeru.

You quietly walked into the pavilion and sat down, allowing the girl to climb down. Taking about few packs and bags off your back and began setting up shop.

People walking past watched in wonder as you helped unroll rugs and place merchandise. You were exceptionally gentle with everything.

And when everything was set up, you settled down on a rug. Dori was quick to follow, sitting in front of you and laying her head on your side.

She even slipped some greens your way which you happily munched on.

“Um.. Lord Sangemah Bay?” A passing merchant who had witnessed all of this hesitantly took a step towards the girl, making her look up.

“Yeah?” She asked, flicking a single mora between her fingers. Feeing her attention wasn’t fully on him, he sighed before steeling his nerves.

“… Why would you keep a most likely flee ridden beast such as-“ He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the most offended gasp he had ever heard left the small girl before him.

His words were apparently so egregious that she had dropped the more she had been playing with.

That was not a good sign.

She stood up in a huff, Electro swirling around her. You didn’t even bother looking up, choosing to continue munching on your plants.

She stalked over to the now shivering merchant, before stoping in front of him. The amount of Electro swirling off her provided a blinding purple light the engulfed to surrounding area.

“The only “flee ridden beast” I see around here is you. Now SCRAM! YOU’RE BANNED FROM TRADING WITH ME EVER. AGAIN!” She slammed her foot on the ground, causing a strike of Electro energy to zap right next to the man, causing him to squeal like a pig before running out. She made sure to actually zap him on the ass as he left, making him scream like a little girl.

She grunted before turning to the others who were watching in fear.

“Anyone ELSE got a PROBLEM with my new partner?” She asked. And was immediately met with echos of ‘no’ and ‘absolutely not’.

“Good.” She mused before walking back over to you, calming her Electro so as to not shock you. Sitting back down she leaned into your form and was met with a low rumble from your form.

She ran a hand through your fur and sighed, calming down.

“What would I do without you, صانع المال أول’ الكبير.” She sighed into your side before sitting up straight, ready to make her daily quota.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Just a bid ole’ guy who wants to live peacefully. And with Dori’s help, they can! Imagine all the nice soft stuff she can buy… or the self care products… hehe getting pampered by Dori sounds so nice right now…

* my big ole’ money maker - Dori to You

[ssukidesu]

a better method

Fandom: Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale

Pairing: Inukag

Rating: T

Inukag Week 2024 ( @inukag-week ) - Day 3: Bickering

Summary: After a messy fight, Kagome offers to clean the beads of subjugation. She has every intention of putting them right back on afterwards, but Inuyasha's not so willing.

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Kagome was bent over, towel in her hands, ruffling her hair dry. The smell had taken forever to get out. The very memory of it made her stomach curl in nausea, and she shoved the thought away hastily. Sango had borne the brunt of it; it was hiraikotsu, after all, that sliced the pig demon into pieces. Its blood and entrails were flung absolutely everywhere—and all five of them had been drenched. Luckily, there was a river nearby, and they were able to clean themselves of the worst of it. Sango had been grateful for the shampoo and soap, which was equally strong with its floral aroma.

The girls had gone first, of course; currently, Inuyasha, Miroku, and Shippo were making use of the river, though Kagome doubted it would do them much good; she and Sango had used up all of her soaps during their cleaning, and the boys would unfortunately be going without. Not that she thought Inuyasha in particular would have used her perfumed shampoo… but still.

The girls were working together to get a fire going for dinner when the men and Shippo returned. They at least looked better, Kagome noted immediately. She would make sure to purchase some unscented soaps whenever they passed the next village. The soap of this era was far less offensive to demonic senses, at least.

Fifteen minutes later, and they were all sipping on venison soup, thanks to Inunyasha’s successful hunt earlier that evening. It smelled glorious, and they were all grateful for the additional refreshment to their olfactory glands.

But afterwards, when they were settled around the fire to ward off the dropping autumn temperatures, Kagome got a whiff of that terrible scent again. It happened right as Inuyasha plopped down next to her—and she immediately roamed her eyes over his figure.

“What?” he accused sharply.

“That smell. Where’s it coming from?” she said, getting right to the point. “Your clothes look fine.”

He grit his teeth. “It’s this stupid thing,” he said, gripping the beads around his neck. “It’s impossible to clean. Too many crevices.”

“…Oh,” she said, rather stupidly. She shared a look with Sango, and then Miroku. They both shrugged at her. Inuyasha was picking something from under his claws when she returned her wary gaze to him. “Do you… want me to clean it?” 

His fingers stopped their twiddling. “Huh?” His eyes widened briefly before narrowing. “Are you messing with me?” he charged.

Kagome swallowed, solidifying her decision. “N-No. We can take it off for a minute,” she said.

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Right. Go ahead, then!” His tone was sarcastic as he dramatically leaned his head down, as if he was daring her. 

Kagome took one last look at her friends. Apart from Shippo, they seemed… relatively okay with the idea. They were probably having the same sort of doubts she was—that he’d be a little insufferable for a bit, but that he’d surely do nothing too diabolical.

She returned her gaze to him. He was peering up at her now, seemingly convinced that she wasn’t actually going to do it. But when she lifted her hands to grip the beads, his breath stuttered, and his eyes widened. She lifted and lifted, detangled some hair, and then lifted the rest of the way. 

He was gawking at her. She lifted her hand and closed his mouth. “You’ll catch flies ,” she snapped before flipping her still-damp hair and walking away.

He immediately turned to look at his friends, who were staring at him tensely, and he couldn’t help himself. 

He hooted. 

Kagome expected something like this, that the first thing he’d do is scare the kit a little. As she tinkered near the campfire to boil some water, she heard Inuyasha chasing Shippo around with terrible laughter, and she felt an inner peace take her. Of course he would be harmless. He didn’t even have it in him to actually catch Shippo; he just wanted to mess around. If he was good, maybe she wouldn’t make him put it back on until tomorrow. She grinned at the thought.

The thing really was filthy. Not just from the pig demon, either; it had needed a good cleaning for months, most likely. The plaque and grime was disgusting, even after letting it soak in the boiling water for ten minutes. She decided she could spare an old toothbrush and used it to scrub the thing bead by bead. Before she knew it, she’d been working on it for an hour. 

Inuyasha gave her no more time than that; he was ready to set off toward their next destination. She tried to convince him to let them keep that campsite another night, but it seemed he was… a little too confident in his newfound freedom for her mere pestering to work.

She didn’t think much of it. He wasn’t wrong to be in a hurry; there was a lead to follow, and it would be risky to linger. So they indeed set out. 

After a rather… bothersome three hours of walking, night finally fell. Inuyasha graciously allowed them to stop, and they ate some leftover soup for supper. 

It looked like he would make it to tomorrow without having to put it back on, after all; Kagome still wasn’t done scrubbing it, and she was too exhausted to pick up where she left off before. 

“Don’t go crazy from excitement, Inuyasha,” she told him as she crawled into her sleeping bag. “I’ll finish cleaning it tomorrow, and then it’s back to real life.”

She heard him scoff from the tree he’d chosen as his resting place. “Yeah, right,” he laughed.

Her stomach sank a little at this. Kagome did worry a little that he’d fight her about it, and if she was being honest, she didn’t quite know how she would go about winning that argument. But she told herself it would work out, somehow. She wouldn’t worry about it just yet.

But in the morning, after they had broken their fast and she had completed her cleaning job, she found herself at the moment she’d feared sooner than she expected. He was lounging in a low branch of a thick tree, eyes closed. The others were closer to camp, trusting the task to her.

She cleared her throat. “I’ve finished, Inuyasha.”

“Hmm.”

Well, that wasn’t a helpful response. 

“Come on down so I can put it back on,” she tried with a forcibly normal voice.

“No way,” he said simply.

“…What do you mean, ‘no way’?”

“I mean what I said. I already told you I wouldn’t let you put it back on.”

Her stomach hardened into a knot at that. This was going to be more difficult than she’d hoped…

When she threw a pebble at his head, she at least succeeded in getting him out of the tree. 

He landed roughly on both feet, growling. “What was that for? You tryin’ to start something?” he said, glaring down at her.

“That’s my line. Stop being childish and put it back on,” she said, lifting it up with her hands. 

He instantly stopped the movement by gripping the beads with his own hand, tugging and holding it back down with a strength that humbled her own.

He was smirking. “You couldn’t do it if you tried.”

Her mouth was agape. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll catch flies,” he said mockingly.

“Inuyasha,” she scolded, keeping her temper down. She tried tugging the beads, but they didn’t budge from his grip. 

His smile was more cruel than playful, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t scare her a little.

“Are you being serious?” she tried.

“Of course. You’re an idiot if you think I’m gonna let you put that thing back on me,” he goaded.

“Hey,” she huffed, mask slipping. “Don’t call me an idiot. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

He chuckled bitterly. “You’re not the one who kisses dirt because of it.” Releasing the beads, he pressed two fingers into her shoulder and gave her a weak shove, though it was enough to jostle her back a step. “You can’t make me,” he grinned savagely.

She saw that he was playing… sort of. He was smiling, for sure, but there was something resentful behind the facade of banter. He seemed genuinely vengeful. 

She wouldn’t show her growing fear—no matter what. Better that she acted the same as always, right? If she acted the same… maybe he would, too.

“Come on,” she badgered. “I’ll get you more ninja food next time I go home.”

“Nice try, Kagome,” he spat, towering over her with a puffed chest. “Admit it. You messed up. Stupid,” he drawled.

She would not let the tears form. Yes, she was growing terribly frustrated, but she couldn’t let him see. She’d have no shot of convincing him after that; she had to stay level-headed. Had to keep her reins in her own hands. She couldn’t reveal that she was getting embarrassed at her own naivety, and she certainly didn’t want him to know he was succeeding likely more than he meant to in intimidating her. Kagome didn't like thinking that her confidence in him depended on his wearing the beads; the thought made her feel dirty, like she had broken some sacred unspoken part of being his friend.

But then, he went a step further. And a physical step closer.

“Say it,” he taunted.

She scowled up at him, weighing whether to try and surprise attack him. But she knew he was too quick for something like that to work. “Say what?”

“Tell me to sit. I just wanna hear you say it.”

“Why would I?” she fumed. “It wouldn’t work.”

His smile was less of a smile and more like a smug way to remind her of the sharpness of his teeth. “Exactly.”

The sight was not ineffective. Her heart began to race, and not for entirely pleasant reasons. 

“You’re being mean, Inuyasha,” she said in a desperate attempt to regain herself.

He didn’t falter. If anything, his expression grew in vitriol. “I’m a demon, Kagome.”

“I know,” she yelled, rising to her toes. Her fist clenched around the necklace at her side.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it,” he growled. He was seething now, and Kagome realized that he had probably wished to say this—to reestablish his pride as a demon who wasn't leashed by a little human girl—for a very long time. In his view, the beads had been a sign of humiliation. Kagome had always known this, but she had come to believe that he didn't take himself so seriously as to be genuinely offended by it. The revelation of her mistake was no less than discomfiting. Yes—of course she knew he was a demon. But when he had the beads, this fact had seemed... unimportant. And as it turned out, an unfettered Inuyasha was a little more overwhelming than she'd expected.

What had she done?

“You’re—” she stuttered, and she wondered if the moisture gathering on her lash line was real or imagined. “You’re so…”

She watched the muscles in his jaw clench, watched his pupils grow to slits. Her ears stopped working; her eyes were blurring.

And when he lifted his hand toward her face, she couldn’t help herself.

She flinched. 

And it was quite dramatic. No way to hide it if it ends with your feet tripping over each other and your butt landing on the filthy ground. No way to cover it up when your breath is still recovering from a gasp like that. 

The shame of the moment had not hit her yet; she was still reeling, still refilling her lungs, still blinking her vision clear. She kept her head bowed, stuck on her lap. 

When she heard her name on his lips, she began to sense her mistake. But before she could fully decipher it, his hands were on her, under her knees and behind her back. She was in the air. She clung to him as he bounded through the trees, not even remembering the beads still wound around her fingers, until he found one he liked and burrowed them there within the branches.

Her hands were plastered to her face even after he released her. 

“Kagome…” he said, voice dangerously low. “Are you really…?”

Pounding. Her heart was pounding. She knew she was being stupid, but she had lost control of her body—and all she had was instinct, instinct, instinct when she saw him bring his fatal fingers toward her neck. Luckily, when he made the same motion this time, her eyes were shielded from seeing their approach. His hands pulled her wrists down, freeing her mortified face. She stared down at where he gripped her.

“Hey,” he said, jostling her hands. “Look at me.”

He didn’t continue until she obeyed. Kagome wondered if she looked as terrified as he did in that moment, and it encouraged her to attempt a calming breath. His voice, however, retained its anger from before—though its direction had changed. 

“I would never hurt you. Got that?” He shook her again, desperation taking over his features. “Burn it into your damn head. Beads or no beads, you’re—" he halted abruptly, black brows still drawn taut in the middle. “To hell with it,” he growled to himself. He loosened her wrists and gripped her shoulders instead, bringing himself closer. His golden eyes bore into hers. “You’re everything to me. The only person who’s in danger if I don’t have the beads is any person who’s stupid enough to lay a finger on you.”

Her tears streamed outright now, but she didn’t even notice. She was staring at his mouth, which was snarled in an angry frown. She licked her dry lips and said meekly, “I’m sorry, Inuyasha—I shouldn’t have doubted you. I don’t know why I…” she trailed off, the risk of her voice breaking too great to ignore.

“Keh,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Give it to me.”

Eyes widening for only a second, Kagome managed to nod her head before she loosened the beads from around her fingers. His right hand unlatched from her shoulder, and he placed his palm in the air to receive it. She lowered it onto his skin, the beads clacking quietly against each other as it collapsed from gravity. 

She supposed it wouldn’t really change anything for him to break them. He hadn’t lost control of his demonic blood in a very long time, and she figured the beads had lost their edge against him in such a form, anyway. Tetsusaiga was far more effective. And she supposed she technically didn’t sit him nearly as often nowadays, either. His behavior today would prove an outlier, she told herself; he was just readjusting to his freedom. It would be fine. She believed this firmly now, and she was ashamed that she didn’t from the start.

But Inuyasha did not break them; instead, he pulled them right back over his head and let them drop with a loud clatter around his neck.

“Wait, Inuyasha—“

“Shut up,” he snapped, but his remaining hand on her shoulder was gentle, and his eyes were, too. His voice remained firm, but he softened it for his next words: “I don’t ever wanna see that look on your face again. And if this is what I gotta do to prevent it, then I’ll do it.”

“Inuyasha…” she winced. “I’m sorry. Really, I trust you—you don’t have to wear them anymore.” Kagome pushed herself onto her knees and lifted her hands to grab the necklace, but his own hands were faster: he gripped and halted her wrists against his chest. She froze, eyes locking onto his from a mere foot away. 

His eyes flashed in warning. “Leave ‘em,” he scolded. “I’m not letting go until you say you won’t try to take them off.” He punctuated his words by a quick squeeze of her wrists, which were still pinned to his firm, warm chest. 

Kagome gulped, half dazzled and half annoyed. “…Only if you promise you believe me when I say I trust you.”

He looked at her, hard. She wondered at how his anger, for a moment, seemed to sharpen. Then, in one fluid movement, his hands shoved hers off of his chest and backwards—back, back, back until her wrists were pinned behind her against the thick trunk of the tree. She had lost her balance on her knees in the movement, and she fell back on her rear. He was leaning over her now, face even closer than before, close enough to feel his hot breath on her face.

“Do you trust me, Kagome?” he said doubtfully.

Kagome’s breath caught. “Inu—”

“Prove it. Don’t sit me.”

Before she could question him, his nose was at her throat. He opened his mouth—she could feel his heavy sigh—and he grazed his teeth against the skin there. “I don’t blame you for being afraid of me without them,” he said bitterly. “It’d be easy for me to kill you.”

“You would never,” she whispered, eyes clenching shut at the feel of him on top of her, at the strength of his hands, at the edges of his teeth. 

Something like a whine escaped him. “Sit me,” he said.

“No.” She angled her chin toward him, cocooning him even closer to her throat. 

“Do it,” he begged, hands tightening around her wrists.

“Inuyasha,” she crooned.

Her tone was more effective than that damned word ever could have been. He tore himself from her neck and stared down at her with an expression so pained that her heart ached. Their eyes met with an intensity he wasn’t ready for—and when she broke away to look at his mouth, he looked like he was going to lose his godforsaken mind. 

As a final nail in his coffin, she tilted her head up to brush her nose against his. “I trust you,” she said again, and he was off of her in a flash. 

Chest panting, he watched in awe as she sat up, brushed her fingers over her neck, and eyed him sadly. 

“Kagome, I…” He trailed off, the apology sitting on his tongue. 

“It’s okay,” she said. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

She was wrong, though. He did mean it. He meant everything he had done. Maybe not everything he’d said, but… there was something depraved inside of him that enjoyed hearing her heart beat insanely beneath him. Whatever it was—whether it was the demon inside of him, or the man even deeper within—he knew that whatever it was that gave him pleasure at seeing her flustered and heated and pliant was what the beads were really for. 

He would never hurt her—he knew that. He prayed she did now, too. But he also knew that there were different kinds of pain, and while he knew he would never hurt her with his hands, he couldn’t say the same about his words… or about his mouth, in general. 

And it was for days like today, when temperatures were running a little too hot, when words were flying a little too sharp, that he needed that extra incentive to stay in line. To not push her (or himself) too far. To remember that she was still just a girl, and he was almost fully a man, and that that might matter even more than the fact that she was human and he was not.

Maybe one day it would be different. Maybe one day, she would be ready to take those beads off of him—to keep him in line the way that he wished she would, with different words and a different method. A better method.

But in the meantime, he supposed they could just keep bickering like they always have, as if petty little arguments were really the worst thing he could do to warrant a kiss to the dirt.

“Inuyasha,” she said, pulling him out of himself again.

With just a look, he understood her, and he gathered her onto his back. They were back at the outskirts of camp before the others even noticed they were gone.

But what they did notice was Kagome’s commanding voice as she let fly one resounding word, and the loud crash (and wince) that followed immediately after. 

They also noticed that he didn’t even complain about it.

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

i hate u, i love u

Chapter 1)

There’s a flyer taped to her locker.

It’s not just any flyer though. It’s a flyer for a battle of the bands with a note written on it from her mortal enemy.

Do you dare Penn?

-Corey

She growls and snatches up the flyer from her locker. Corey Riffin has been a pain in her side for the past three years since they stopped being friends but it’s gotten worse since she started working at his dad’s pawn shop. In the past three years he had gained this stupid cocky attitude towards everything, decided he was better than her and found entertainment  in flirting with her. And he was always challenging her. So in response to this, she does the mature thing and snaps a photo. Then she sends it to her band group chat.

The Newmans

Laney- battleofthebandsflyer.jpeg

Laney- do we dare

Carrie- uh yeah we do!

Konnie- i’m always up for petty fights

Larry- same

Kim- there’s money involved, i'm in

Laney- thank you girls and larry

Laney grins at the texts and then storms over to Corey’s locker. “Riffin!!” She shouts, once he comes into view. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and his trademark lazy smile is on his face. “Penn, I was wondering when you were gonna stop by.” He says, leaning against the locker. Corey looks her up and down, like he’s expecting her to immediately start giggling that the great Corey Riffin is looking her way. Once upon a time, she would have reacted that way, but the times have changed.

“The Newmans are gonna win.” She says simply, crossing her arms. “You sure about that? Cause we have gotten better in the past few years since you’ve been gone.” He leans over her, trying to prove that because he’s taller than her, he’s intimidating. It doesn’t work because while Laney is shorter than Corey, she doesn’t care about her height.(She’s 5’3 he’s 5’11).

Laney raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? I would have thought that since Trina’s in college now, you wouldn’t have any inspiration to steal anymore.” It’s a low blow and she knows it. But if he’s going to insinuate that the band has gotten better without her around, then she is without a doubt going to bring up the stealing of the diary. Even if she participated in it a few times. Actually multiple times. Okay, every time.

Corey scoffs. “I write my own stuff now, Lanes, which you would know if you were still in the band.” Oh jeez, he’s not gonna try and convince her to rejoin the band again is he? He kept trying to do that when she first got hired at the pawn shop. “I’m not rejoining the band Riffin and don’t call me that.” Laney snaps, tightening her grip on her backpack strap. The stupid small part of her that still kinda likes Corey, weeps a little when she sees Corey’s laid back expression falter for a bit. She ignores it. “Look Laney, if you would just let us try again-” Laney cuts him off. “The only times I’d ever consider rejoining Grojband is when pigs fly or if I lose a bet.”

Corey hums, clearly letting her words sink in as they stand in silence for a few moments. “So if I made a bet with you about Grojband winning the battle of the bands and you lost, would you rejoin?” He asks and for the first time in years, Corey has stunned Laney into silence. “I guess so, but there would be conditions, like for how long it would last.” Laney says and Corey lights up at her words. “Really? How about forever!”

It’s Laney’s turn to scoff now. “Not happening, besides we haven’t even set up a bet yet.” She points out. “Okay, here’s an idea for a bet! If Grojband wins the battle of the bands then you have to rejoin for a month and if you like it, you have to at the very least consider rejoining the band. And if the Newmans win, I will leave you alone and only be polite to you from then on.”

Is it just her, or does it sound like has Corey been planning to do this for a while now? His idea was a good one and Laney would really like to be able to reorganize the jewelry in the shop without Corey pestering her with how great Grojband is now. Or getting a snack after work without him trying to tag along. Or just being left alone at work and school in general, that would be great. The more she thought about it, the better the bet looked. “You promise you would leave me alone?” Laney asks. Corey nods wildly. “Yes, I promise I will leave you alone IF The Newmans win, which isn’t gonna happen. Do you want me to do a blood oath or have it in writing?” He teases. Despite herself, Laney laughs.

“You don’t need to do a blood oath and I don’t need it in writing. What I want is a pinky swear.” Laney says, holding out her pinky. When they were younger, they had this tradition of making pinky promises when something important happened. It goes back to the early days of their friendship so the part of her that holds attachment to Corey wants him to remember the significance of the pinky swear. “Swearsies.” She adds for good measure.

If Corey remembers the gesture, he doesn’t show it. “Swearsies.” He says, locking her pinky with his. The bell rings, signaling that it’s time for lunch. Laney quickly removes her pinky from his and runs off without saying goodbye. There’s only one thought in her mind, The Newmans have to win.

I hope you guys liked this! I think I I have everyone in character but let me if you think something’s off! Also feel free to send asks about this. See you next week hopefully with a new chapter!

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[tobiasdrake]

Ranma 1/2 Reboot 01x07 - Hot Competition

Here we go. Time for the episode-long awaited match between Kuno Kodachi and Tendo Akane Saotome Ranma over the romantic fate of... *checks notes* ...Saotome Ranma.

Ryoga remains a clown. After spending a week training Ranma in rhythmic gymnastics, an art Ranma otherwise had zero knowledge of, Ryoga suddenly turns around and decides to try and cripple him before the match.

Rather than. Like. Sabotaging Ranma by training him incorrectly. Or just. Not offering to train him at all. Ryoga. Ryoga. What are you doing, man?

His game plan here is that Akane will suddenly become available for him to move in on if Ranma loses Ranma to Kodachi. He even convinces Akane to go to bed before pulling this stunt so she won't know he did it. But there are better ways of pulling this off, my guy, that won't immediately implicate you nonetheless.

Ryoga could learn a thing or two from the masters of Wimp Lo.

The training is a lot of fun, though.

Ranma and Ryoga doing Dragon Ball Z ki-charging screams while twirling gymnastic ribbons really just. Perfectly captures the essence of this arc. And this series. And Ryoga as a character.

Akane walks in on Ranma jumping up and down on Ryoga's butt, and her only concern is that he hasn't slept.

It's ironic, because despite losing the fight, Ryoga's plan sort of worked. He did succeed in sabotaging Ranma. The only way to truly win Ryoga's challenge was not to play, though I'm not sure how you'd actually go about doing that.

In any case, point goes to Ryoga for a terribly-conceived but well-executed ambush.

I like how, despite having been abruptly and disappointingly fired from the Kodachi fight, Akane's nonetheless still competing against Kodachi. It's just that she's moved into the realm of bodyguard, protecting Ranma from Kodachi's bullshit.

She's out of the match but still in the game.

I'm sorry but this is the most cheating out of anything that anybody does in this match.

Like. All of Kodachi's cheating is super cheating so I'm not gonna complain about it. Her entire philosophy is to play dirty and neutralize her opponents before the match even gets underway. She's proud of doing that. She deserves to have her bell run by a ringer for a ringer.

But also.

I don't think you can enter an inter-school rivalry competition as "Name Withheld", a random girl not enrolled in either school, who the substitute for a competitor that forfeit picked up off the street.

Like. For all anybody knows, Akane could have paid off Olympic gold medalist Darja Varfolomeev to come to this school contest and kick Kodachi's ass. It's kind of insane that the schools agree to let Furinkan get away with this. There is something in the water in Nerima.

Uh.

Besides curses.

I mean, he does give his name, but only after he's already registered and the competition is underway.

Maybe Kodachi convinced the school boards to let Furinkan do this just so she could turn around and have Pig-Tailed Girl disqualified if she lost. But then Ranma, without even realizing it, outmaneuvered her by dumbassedly giving his real name for the competition.

Or there are no judges and the schools are entirely comfortable with naked cheating in broad daylight.

That makes sense too.

Oh yeah, they're definitely just. Super okay with cheating in broad daylight. Kodachi here establishes a precedent that any tools are acceptable even if they aren't specifically the ones for rhythmic gymnastics. Any tool. Doesn't matter what.

That is the precedent she just set.

She may not be happy that she did.

They play her Thousand-Armed attacked like it's yet another instance of Kodachi cheating because she was, in fact, using a dozen clubs at once.

But honestly, that's actually more impressive than if she was just moving her arms super-fast. Because you realize she still only has two arms, right?

That means she wasn't making a thousand strikes per second.

She was making a thousand strikes per second while juggling a dozen clubs and independently tracking the positions of each club in the air so when she let go of her current club she could grab the next and make the next attack.

The physics of the attack as initially presented are Anime Super-Speed.

The physics of the attack if she was simultaneously dodeca-wielding a dozen separate clubs and flipping back and forth between which one she was gripping at a given moment is reality-breakingly wild, and probably still within the acceptable boundaries of Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics's intended ruleset.

This isn't cheating.

It's just. Unbelievably nuts. This might be the coolest speed-based attack I've ever seen. How did she even...?

Oh, of course. XD I forgot she did that. That's amazing.

This fight is so much ridiculous fun. And also it's a correct ruling because Kuno is, in fact, a tool. No cheating on display here.

That's cheating, of course. Using the rest of the gymnastics team to secretly move the ring so Kodachi can't ring out is super cheating. But at this point, we are well within the realm of Anything Goes Martial Arts. There are no rules and everything is permitted.

I love how confidently Kodachi just... stands there and takes this. She really is a master of the craft. She already knew that swing wasn't going to make it.

I kinda remember this character being forgettable? Like. She barely sticks out among Ranma's suitors in my mind.

Is.

Is Kodachi actually cool?

Kodachi honestly seems pretty cool in this fight. She's a remorseless cheater but like this is Ranma 1/2. Everyone kinda sucks here.

But she's kinda cool. If it weren't for the fact that she's the most sex pesty of a pretty sex pesty cast--

Wait. Happosai.

If she weren't the second-most sex pesty, I might actually like her.

[ticklystuff]

Hi! Can you please write Lee Kaveh and Ler Alhaitham with Bellybutton? 👀

closed, send no more!

a/n: hiiii i'm sorry this took so long! the idea for this fic is cringe but i really liked it so i just ran with it hahaha but hope you enjoy!

characters: alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari is here for a minute lol

wc: ~2.1k

"No way! You're not serious, right?"

"No, yeah, I'm not kidding! It's actually so funny!"

Alhaitham huffed as the two's voices permeated through his bedroom walls that he was sure were made of paper at this point. Visitors weren't commonplace for his humble abode and there was a good reason for that, yet despite knowing this, Kaveh's persistence somehow managed to sway Alhaitham into allowing Tighnari to come over for tea. The blond's request was immediately shot down with zero hesitation on Alhaitham's part, as entertaining guests was not particularly one of his strong suits, but after some careful consideration, the potential pros seemed to outweigh the cons. Not only would it give Alhaitham some free time away from the blond, but Kaveh would have someone else to let out his little vents onto. Oftentimes, there was little substance to what Kaveh usually had to say and the inability to spark meaningful conversation meant a good waste of a portion to Alhaitham's day. With Tighnari over, however, Alhaitham would no longer be subjected to such a time sink and could enjoy his afternoon Kaveh-free.. or so he initially thought. The ecstatic giggles from the two escalated into screeching laughter and that familiar feeling of regret, something Alhaitham often associated with anything related to Kaveh, began to take its place in his chest. Not even the noise-cancelling earpieces he purchased specifically for situations like these were of aid.

That's it. Tighnari had overstayed his welcome.

Slamming the book in hand with one swift motion, Alhaitham stood up from his desk, marching over to his bedroom door to give Kaveh and his guest a piece of his mind, only to immediately stop in his tracks when his ears caught on to the topic at hand.

"Yeah, Alhaitham is so ticklish too!"

The little cogs in Alhaitham's brain seemed to come to a standstill, malfunctioning as his brain attempted to process what Kaveh so casually blurted out, taking more time than it should have put him back on track. Once things were back up and running, Alhaitham was still at a loss on how to react, left standing in place, blinking over and over as the words replayed in his head, face turned flush unknowingly. Why was this even a topic of conversation, let alone something that Kaveh felt the need to share? Do normal people even think about tickling in their daily lives? What would even bring such a subject on like this?

"Wait really?" Tighnari sounded genuinely shocked, as if most people in the world weren't ticklish on some level. "People like Cyno and Alhaitham too, I guess, always go around acting super serious, but then just fall to a couple of tickles." Okay, so apparently this is a normal thing for Tighnari too.

"I know, right? He's always like 'I'm acting grand sage Alhaitham, my house my rules blahblahblah.'" Alhaitham reeled at the comically guttural voice Kaveh used to imitate him; he didn't sound like that at all. "But then he screams when your hands even get close to his sides."

"Wait, that actually reminds of this one time," Tighnari began, clearly excited by the tone of his voice, "but I poked at Cyno's ribs once and he made like these sounds; I'm not sure how to describe them, but like, he almost sounded like a pig, I guess?"

"A pig? I don't think- oh wait! You mean like this?" The following sounds were reason enough for Alhaitham to rip his eardrums out, resembling what he assumed was Kaveh's best impression of a snorting pig. Whether the imitated pig was being laid to slaughter or not, he wasn't so sure.

To Tighnari, though, these noises sufficed, as evident by the entertained laughter that Alhaitham was able to make out through the door. "Yes, thank you! That's exactly what he sounds like!"

"Oh, and don't even get me started on Alhaitham." As much as wished to stop eavesdropping, the sudden mention of his name again piqued the scribe's ears. "He may not snort like Cyno, but he does something just as bad." There was a brief silence that not even Tighnari broke and Alhaitham found himself removing the earbuds that seldom left his ears, pressing the side of his head to the door for full clarity. "One time, I tickled Alhaitham and I was able to get him to squeal," Kaveh spoke, as if this was a personal achievement to be proud of.

Something in Alhaitham's brain snapped at this very moment, his left eye twitching as Kaveh and Tighnari continued their waste of a conversation. Squeal? Never once in his life has he ever done such a thing. He couldn't even recall the specific instance that Kaveh was referring to, but the more he thought about��it, the more the heat in his head began to rise, creating an unfamiliar feeling as it was unlike the scribe to lose his cool. Still, even if it was true, which it definitely was not, who did Kaveh think he was to be spreading around hearsay like this? His hand reached for the knob of the door, fully ready to go out and not only defend his pride, but rip Kaveh to shreds, yet Alhaitham's hand froze just as he turned the knob, halting at the thought of a new idea, a plan most satisfying.

"Ah, it looks like it's getting late." Alhaitham's ears perked up at the sound of Tighnari's voice, nearly smirking with how things just seemed to line up for him. "I should get going soon. I promised Cyno I'd walk him home today." How convenient.

"Oh, take some of the snacks! Let me go find some containers to pack them up for you." Alhaitham listened to the shuffle of multiple footsteps resounding off the floorboards, mixed with the idle chit chat that his ears began to tune out. At least they moved past the previous subject..

"Alright, thanks again!" The familiar sound of the front door being opened followed Tighnari's farewell. "Tell Alhaitham I said hi!"

"Alright, alright, take care!"

Alhaitham continued to stand by his bedroom door in silence, giving himself a few minutes before proceeding with his plan in mind. He listened as the front door shut, followed by what he assumed was Kaveh cleaning up after his gossip session with Tighnari, noting the occasional incoherent grumble from the blond. Once a sufficient amount of time had passed, Alhaitham slowly stepped out of his room, walking down the short aisle to see Kaveh's back to him, tidying up just like he presumed. There were two empty wine glasses resting on the table, a possible explanation to the obnoxious laughter.

"Kaveh."

The sound of Alhaitham's voice seemingly morphed Kaveh's mannerisms, a noticeable shift to the strung-up self Alhaitham was most familiar with. "Ugh, there you are!" Kaveh bellowed with a spin to his heel, marching up to Alhaitham, a slight tinge of pink to his face. "You couldn't even spare the time of day to come out of your room and greet Tighnari! Like, what kind of host do you think you are?!"

"A good one, considering you'd most likely complain about my presence killing the mood," Alhaitham simply brushed off the nagging, visibly irritating Kaveh further. "Anyway, I did not come here for you to criticize me. Rather, I'm inquiring about your earlier conversation with him."

Kaveh scoffed, hands on his hips. "Oh, so now you're interested in things I have to say?"

"Not really," Alhaitham responded flatly, "but for the sake of my efforts, let's pretend that I am."

"I mean just some normal chit-chat, I guess," Kaveh said with a shrug, raising an eyebrow at the other. "Why are you asking? If you're so curious, just hang out with us the next time."

"Well, I'd prefer not to go through the trouble," Alhaitham waved off the suggestion, an ill use of his time, really. "However, I couldn't help but overhear-"

"Oh, so you were listening!"

"-the topic of your conversation being a peculiar one," Alhaitham continued, the interruption hardly worth addressing. "Kaveh, tell me, have you ever squealed before?"

This fully caught the other off-guard, the blatant confusion written all over his face. "What?"

"During your conversation with Tighnari, you mentioned details about my overall sensitivity. Although I do not deny being somewhat ticklish, I must refute the fact that you mention I squeal. There has never-"

"Seriously? This is what you're hung up on?"

"-been a time where I have ever done such a thing, leading me to the conclusion that you've yet to experience the particular sound. Therefore, I have decided-"

"Come on, Alhaitham. It's not a big deal."

"-that perhaps you need to squeal yourself."

"What are you even-" Alhaitham observed as Kaveh's own words suddenly caught in his mouth, the look of alarm bells visibly going off in his head as the realization of the younger's words settled in. The blond gave two nervous blinks, to which Alhaitham responded with a single nod, an indication of what was about to occur. Before Alhaitham could take his next breath, Kaveh was already off running, prompting Alhaitham to shortly do the same.

"Don't-! NO! Stay away from mehehe!" Kaveh shrieked with apprehensive giggles as he barely avoided Alhaitham's grasp, snatching one of the cushions from the sofa to use as a lousy projectile that hardly required dodging on Alhaitham's part.

"What's the matter, Kaveh?" Alhaitham barely missed a beat in his step as Kaveh attempted everything possible to throw off the scribe in his pursuit, knowing Kaveh well enough to read his movements. "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Kaveh's voice grew more frantic with each circle around the sofa, his pleas for mercy falling on Alhaitham's deaf ears. "I shouldn't have said anything! I'm sohohorry!"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have."

"Alhaitham, wait! Truce! Trucetrucetruce! Please- noHOHO!" Whether it was due to his usual clumsiness or the glass of red wine from earlier, Alhaitham was sure it was a combination of both, the scribe managed to eventually snatch Kaveh by the waist, firmly wrapping his arm around the other to prevent him from squirming free. Kaveh was already a giggly mess before Alhaitham had even started, doing everything in his power, which admittedly wasn't much, to stop the inevitable, but once Alhaitham's fingers began prodding through the thin flowy top that Kaveh oh-so loved to wear on his days off did the fun really begin.

"Noho! NOHOHO!" Choosing to start at his ribs, Alhaitham was rewarded with a healthy dose of laughter as his fingers teased at the sensitive area with dexterity and precision, unfazed by the squirmy Kaveh in his arm. On top of the flurries of movement came multitude of cursing and swearing, most incoherent due to the mix forced laughter, yet Alhaitham continued in a collected manner, already an expert at blocking out Kaveh's voice. After all, he only had one goal on his mind, each poke pushing his determination further.

"Squeal."

This appeared to set something off in Kaveh, arms flailing about more wildly accompanied by a cry that could only resemble one of a strangled cat, clearly rejecting the proposition. "NOHOHO! LeheHEHEheht me gohoHOHO!" His body seemingly shrunk in Alhaitham's hold, a failed attempt at scrunching away from the way his fingers walked down the middle of his ribcage and along his waist, each step defined to trigger an individual sensation that made Kaveh jump.

"Squeal."

"Alhaithahaham, wahaHAHAIT!" Jumbled laughter was all that spilled from his mouth now, unable to properly structure coherent sentences. Despite the shrill shrieks, there was something almost charming about the laughter that filled the room and Alhaitham couldn't help but smile along, if only just slightly. Still, despite the near entrancement, Alhaitham remained on track, taking particular notice to the seemingly growing frenzied responses elicited in Kaveh's reactions, both bodily and vocally, whenever his hand hovered just over his navel. Perhaps this might just be what he needed..

"Squeal."

"HaAAAH!! NO-NOHOHO!"

Just as he thought, Alhaitham had struck gold, drawing out the exact reaction he sought. Kaveh's squeal echoed throughout the space, almost as if the walls reverberated with his laughter. He allowed himself to tease that specific area longer than intended, enjoying the hectic mess Kaveh had become in the process, before finally releasing the blond, watching as Kaveh quickly hobbled away to create distance between the two.

"Well, I hope you've learned your lesson," Alhaitham put it bluntly, catching the irate expression Kaveh shot him. "Now, you wouldn't want me spreading the story about how you squeal when tickled, right?"

"Fine, fine, we're even!" Kaveh scoffed, throwing his arms up in annoyance. "Truce?"

Alhaitham couldn't help but smirk in response. "Truce."

[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Gaang

Ok so. Ideas.

Sozin Actually used to be part of the Guardian Order, but got into a fight with them over the fact that they are just sitting on these objects of power, not using them to “improve” the world. Eventually results in Sozin stealing the Peacock, then him and Roku duking it out, the Order getting destroyed, and Sozin spending the rest of his life searching for the rest of the Miraculous. Roku dies making sure other people can escape. So, total count of people who manage to flee the Order imploding:

Sozin, with a damaged Peacock Miraculous he can’t use now. He starts his company as a cover to search for the rest of the Miraculous, but he turns out to be a very good business man, so is actually successful. He eventually marries, has kids, and imparts on them the knowledge of the Miraculous, hoping one of them will succeed where he failed.

Roku’s girlfriend, who was pregnant at the time. Of course, the Order didn’t know they were dating, or that she was pregnant. Moves to another city, rebuilds a life, has her kid. Eventually tells them of the Miraculous, when explaining what happened to Dad.

A small assortment of monks, who immediately go into hiding to “preserve their knowledge”.

Gyatso, who was a child at the time. Roku entrusted the kid with the Miracle Box, under the assumption the other monks would protect him when they found him. Instead, Gyatso ended up mostly on his own, and has vowed to protect the Miracle Box as best he can.

Other idea, that Gyatso mostly uses the Turtle, which extends his lifespan, but briefly, much later, tried to use the Butterfly to help people, which resulted in it getting lost, someone dying, and Gyatso adopting baby!Aang. He is trying REAL HARD to balance “Good Parent, let kids be kids, freedom is important” with “Guilt™, Protective™, Oh God, I can’t let you get hurt like that”.

Then, so far, I think we have:

- Ladybug!Sokka

- Black Cat!Katara

- Turtle!Aang

- Dragon!Zuko

- Rabbit!Yue

- Pig!Jin

- Bee!Ty Lee

- Mouse!Mai

- Fox!Azula, or Monkey!Azula

- Tiger!Toph, or Ox!Toph

- Tiger!Suki, or Snake!Suki (for the record, I feel like the weapons could change a bit to match the wielder, so Suki could still have fans)

Also, if this isn’t Paris, we can just set it in Modern Style, Ba Sing Se?

(thoughts, feelings, opinions, ideas?)

-

Okay okay okay

So I think my main thought is that we now have an explaination of sorts for the Ursa/Ozai pairing.

Which is that ofc Sozin passed the torch of looking for the Miraculous to Azulon, and he eventually discovered Roku’s descendants. Azulon looks at that and goes ‘hey my youngest son is single and roughtly the same as that girl. Ozai you up to seduce her for information?’.

I don’t think Ursa would fall for him. Partly because she def still had her own fiance already but also like. Ozai can only do so much ‘charming’. So he probably ends up intimidating her into a relationship. Either because he’s trying to get information, or from some entitled ‘how dare you turn me down?’ thing.

I think I’m gonna lock in Tiger!Toph and Snake!Suki. And Azula with the Fox is too tempting considering Vulpyro.

Also yeah It doesn’t have to be Paris. Some modern city. Idk if i’d use Ba Sing Sae like it works but I think there could be like a name for the city itself while the different districts are named after the atla locations.

My thoughts on the Peacock:

/technically/ it’s not needed, but I can have some fun. I know it was mentioned on giving it to Azula, but I want Azula unaware of what Ozai’s doing. Mostly because she has more of an early redemption (she was still in contact with Zuko and Iroh so while she’s not fully redeemed she’s not loyal to him), so if she knew what he was doing she’d rat him out. He’s mostly using her to rile people up to be Akumatized.

So we have two options for the Peacock in my mind. One  is the OC I had made for the Avatar!Ty Lee AU because she’s /basically/ Nathalie if she was more unhinged and evil.

The second one is Zhao because tbh while we dunk on him at times, he was Book 1′s main villain and was actually good at what he was doing.

[aballadforbarbatos]

scawy mc D: (MAMMON)

mammon encounters a (tokyo) ghoul. the ghoul is YOU! the post is in bullet points below the cut :) more details in the main post.

warning: mentions mammon being sad, you end up having blood on you

main post

masterlist (coming soon!)

you started by buying your own human meat and being broke practically ALL the time

just like your first, awww you were made for each other

you two get SO attached to each other though, you’re forever helping him out of scrapes

lucifer ties him up and you help him down.

“mc, don’t let mammon down. he’s tied up for a reason.”

“who, me? i would never.”

“you are literally the only person who would”

you even go to illegal, secret casinos with him, and he makes your dice lucky, secretly though

you win a ton of cash! you give half of it to mammon because you love him. and then you spend the rest of it on meat to stock up with and you’re fine for a couple of months

normally mammon finds comfort in you more than anyone else, but one day he’s definitely torn up more than usual

it doesn’t matter if it’s something superficial or an actual issue, you’ll be there no matter what 😡

so you guys go on a walk to try and clear things up. lucifer tells you two not to get lost.

you stick your tongue out at him and mimic him in an annoying high pitch voice. mammon cracks a smile

satan straight up cackles like a witch and it’s so loud that it echoes through the house. belphie calls lucifer a loser.

you’re walking with mammon through some kind of forest when you come to a clearing

“mc i think we're lost”

“home is where the heart is and my heart is with you, so no we are not lost, acTuaLLy”

mammon is about to open up to you when a group of demons show up and start heckling him

they don’t care about you, and why would they? you’re just a human

except…

except, you’re not, are you?

they keep going and mammon keeps shrinking inside himself, and you can feel your anger growing, and growing, and it’s not until the shadow of your wings hits their faces that they realise

“oh.”

it doesn’t stop there, though

you are just. you are SO mad. how dare they bully mammon? your first?! what do they think they’re DOING?

a mask forms over your face, tough as steel, distorting your voice

“i’m about to commit mass murder, by the way.”

it's when they try to run off in different directions that you wish you were a rinkaku ghoul, but you end up cutting their path off anyway. and them also.

the perks of being bouncy and light

mammon is just watching this go down

hangin out

he would LIKE to stop you but where would he even start?

you've turned into a really scary (but cool!) monster

he can see a couple of new demons heading this way but they catch sight of you and immediately turn around

you switch back

blood is ALL over your clothes

staring at each other

"guess you don't need me to protect you anymore..."

"ohhhh yes i do, i would go insane without you"

objectively you mean in that form, but not having mammon beside you all the time would mean a very warped life D:

mammon's mood perks up after that

you were lost btw so you take forever to get back to the house

and then you both remember the blood

"uh."

"we'll just pretend it's pig's blood or something"

"yeah, i'm pretty sure pig's blood isn't black, mc-"

[melissamasakari]

Confessions you didn't notice

Chapter four. Personal fest.

I woke up from my own incomprehensible muttering (I really do hope that no great discoveries were made by those who could hear me). I somehow opened one eye and searched the space around me. Found a stuffed pig nearby. Sam, that's not funny! Wait, why is it so dark in here? How long did I actually sleep? There seemed to be no pillow when I fell asleep either. I’ve got a surge of energy and untangled myself from the blanket. I jerked up and sat up on the bed. Stop. Bed? Looking around the room, I finally realized where I was. This is HIS room. Captain's bedroom. There was a bookshelf overhead. On the left a figurine of an airplane on the closet could be sees. I wished I could take a closer look, but I couldn't reach there. Maybe I should ask him later? He seems always happy to show off such things. With these thoughts I buried myself into the pillows. Oh. It turns out that the captain prefers herbal soap. Not surprising – the floral smell seems way too strong so it will surely attract some kind of monster. Or girls... however, the herbal one worked just great for me – the scent was so good. Okay, lets stop lying around, otherwise I won’t be able to force myself to leave. I can't say it's my first time here, but for some reason it didn't feel right now. Just like snooping. Although, just to think about it, it's pretty cute. Looks like that they got together and went to sort things out. As they decided not to wake me up then the most obvious thing to do was to move me here, right? Just in case someone enters headquarters while they are gone. But now I should definitely get out, but it’s so cozy and calm here. I could just suffer from hits of embarrassment a little bit longer – but I decided to get up after all. I carefully made bed and, yawning, stretched towards the exit. On the dresser I found a group photo from Bright Sun Day. It's great, it was my first fest here, and of course my expression was quite terrible. An arm stretcher was casually thrown over the foot board of the bed. Look, my signature! Does he train even before bed? Arm stretcher was already completely worn out, while I’ve made it just recently. I'll have to get him a new one. Also I found a note on the desk: “Melissa, have fun for us at the festival. I'll contact you as soon as I can." Then it was written by the other hand: “Kid, your clothes are well dried and are lying on the sofa. I hid the shoes under the order board. The kitchen and shower are at your service.” A rather tattered T-shirt hung on the back of the chair. Pajamas maybe? I really wanted to bury my nose in it, but this is too much. Or maybe he won’t notice? STOP! I slapped my cheeks. Time to get to work, pull yourself together, Melissa! I went and washed, collected my things, and changed clothes.

“Ack, when did they left?”

“At dawn.”

“What kind of station was this anyway?”

“Secret information.”

“It's a pity. Can you tell me how dangerous is it in there?”

“Medium level biological hazard. No other data available. There were no security droids. Beam and disintegrating weapons, too.”

“Thank you. Do you want some milk?”

“If it is possible.”

“Do you know how to read data disks?”

“No, but I can use programs from silicon chips.”

“I’ll keep it in mind for the future. Here's your milk. See you.”

On my way home Sonya intercepted me. There wasn't much to do anyway, so I went with her to the event after I left my bag at home. Naturally, the curious waitress immediately bombarded me with questions.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you spend a lot of time with Arlo nowadays. Do you go out with him, or something, hm?”

“Yeah, we go out to do a whole bunch of assignments. And also we share a wonderful friendship that I value very much. Why are you asking?”

“Nothing special. But keep in mind that’s he's just very popular. A bunch of girls fell for him already. I would try to hook up with him myself, but he’s not my type at all.”

“What, they’re just running after him in flocks?”

“Not exactly, but not very far from the truth.”

“Noted. Now please explain me the rules for the event. Yesterday I was stuck in the Wasteland, and in my homeland there is no snow.”

It turned out that everything was quite simple. Opponents hide behind rocks, moving between shelters. Each has twenty snowballs. As soon as they are all used up, points are counted. Predictably, I didn’t take any prizes. But I got some good practice in knocking down other people’s hats. It seems that Nora has been looking at me unkindly all day. But it’s not my fault that she’s one of the easiest targets! Take that, you wimpy crybaby! Hands off MY redhead! What did he even see in you?

When it began to get dark the townspeople started to disperse. I returned home and checked my supplies of materials. Before it was too late, I went to the guild for an inspection. I just hope my guys are doing well. I went to bed early and tossed and turned anxiously for half the night until at last fell asleep in the morning.

On Sunday I checked my mail first thing in morning and visited the guild shortly after, but there was no news. I walked around the Central Plaza, and didn’t notice how my feet brought me to the headquarters. Well, since I was there, I should just came in if just to return Sam’s clothes that I have worn.

“Hey, is anyone there?”

“Ack.”

“Only you?”

“Arlo came by. He said that the guesses were confirmed. My teammates didn't survive. I was left completely alone.”

“My condolences.”

“He also said that since there were no remains, the city decided to erect a small memorial with the names of the victims at the old cemetery. The list from the flight recorder was restored.”

“When has Arlo left?”

“About an hour ago. Can you do something for me?”

“For example?”

“They won’t let me out of here. I would like to lay flowers at the memorial. Do this for me please.”

“No problem. I can even take a photo if you want.”

“I will be grateful.”

Some time later Ack's request was done. I met Petra, discussed the news and the prospect of communicating with real AI, and promised to bring her a pile of disks this week. I decided to go in again and tell the robot that his wish had been fulfilled.

“Thank you! Now they can rest in peace.”

“Can you convey a message when the guys are back?”

“Certainly. I’m recording.”

“Tell them that I’m worried and waiting for the news, at least for a note by mail that everything is fine if there isn’t much time.”

“Okay, Melissa. I recorded everything.”

“See you.”

Having nothing else to do, I decided to continue testing the training dummy. I beat it diligently for about a couple of hours, hoping to drive away my anxiety. It did not go well, but it was still better than hysteria. Closer to sunset (and it gets dark here early in winter) I heard a familiar voice from behind the fence.

“Actually, this is MY toy.” Arlo noted, leaning on my fence.

“You’re wrong. Since you didn’t fulfill the second condition I won’t give it to you. Now you have to wait a whole year to take another chance.”

“Here's another option. I'll order the same from Higgins.”

“He won’t be able to get the blueprint. Neither he nor any other workshop in the city.”

“Then I’ll steal it.”

“And there will be only one suspect, right? This will be a conflict of interests and a serious scandal. You'll lose your job.”

“So what should I do? Can you make another wish?” He asked with concern and climbed over the fence clearly not wanting to sidetrack to the gates.

And why do I want to demand a kiss so badly, huh? Although, why did I even think that he would do this? He doesn't notice me at all. He already has a “little sister” to date with. I'm a third wheel here, right?

“You know, I have an idea. Come with me?”He gracefully gave me his hand while I was chasing sad thoughts from my head.

“The holiday is already over.”

“Yes. But the decorations and shelters are still there. You. Me. A competition.”

“Persuaded. By general rules?” Holding hands, we cheerfully galloped onto the field, jumping over my fence along the way.

“Yeah.”

“Did you find anything valuable?”

“A bunch of disks, a flight recorder, a number of interesting spare parts and microcircuits. Tons of dust and meager remains of clothing. Then we had to organize a funeral. It's a pity we weren't allowed to release Ack during this time. Who needs this memorial if only he knew them personally and he was not able to attend?”

“It's okay. At his request I brought the flowers there. And I took a photo for him.”

“Well done! And thanks for your help.”

“You really shouldn't thank me. We are friends after all,” and perhaps it will remain so. Forever. Well, not the worst outcome. At least we can be together, and I will try to enjoy it as much as possible!

“Right. Well, are you ready?”

“Hide properly!”

For about an hour we rushed between shelters, effectively covering each other with crossfire. For the first time I heard Arlo laugh carefree, poking his head from here and there. A couple of times I was so enchanted by his smile that I missed the very sensitive snowball hits on the top of my head and shoulders. It seemed like something even flew up the collar. Taking careful aim, I launched the last snowball. Success!

“Hey, you knocked my cap off!” Climbing out and shaking himself off, he told indignantly.

“And my sweater is all wet now. Who won? I lost count.”

“Friendship!”

“Come on, you probably gave in again. And by the way, I hit all Hulu brothers yesterday! I didn’t expect such agility from them. That was the most difficult target.”

“Yep. Especially Liuwa. He is also incredibly cunning.”

We heard the clatter of hooves as Sam rode up to us. She dismounted and whispered something to Arlo. Have I heard something about...smashing? And, wait, was it just me, or did he blush? So handsome. It’s a pity that I can’t muster up the courage to tell him everything. Or maybe it's already too late. Well, okay, being friends with him is also cool. Even if now it seems that this is just not enough.

“Sam, come to us,” Arlo took a few steps back, rolled up a particularly dense snowball and threw it at her, almost without aiming. Easily dodging, Sam made such a brutal face that it was scary. And then, without thinking twice, she knocked the cap off the his red head with a snowball. I was not surprised. She and I have been gathering all the prizes in the shooting range for the umpteenth time.

Following that the three of us ran around a little, and it was a draw again.

After some time, Remington approached us. Noticing him, my tomboy friend launched a powerful projectile. Quite suddenly Remy knocked the snowball back at Sam with a well-aimed kick, without her even having time to do anything. She just spat and uttered some strange curses.

“This is all wonderful, but they are waiting for us at Peach Plaza. The fireside is about to begin.”

“Is the subject known?”

“They will announce what they have decided to do with the robot, as far as I know.”

“Then let's hurry.”

Absolutely all the adult residents of the city gathered in the square. Gale summarized the week and moved on to the most important things.

“As many of you already know, on Friday the space station Altair-01 landed in the Wasteland, the only surviving inhabitant of which turned out to be a living AI. After long discussions, we decided to give him Portian citizenship. The Civil Corps should keep an eye on him and help him integrate into our community in every possible way. That's all for today. Thanks for your attention.”

“We will do our best!” Arlo reported.

“That's good I guess? If they offend him, I will invite him to my place.”

“Yes, that’s the best outcome for everyone.”

“Sam, I promised you a dinner. Are you busy?”

“Oh, I could always make time for that.”

“Then take Teddy, you can place him at my stable for now. Guys, are you coming with us?”

“With pleasure.” Remy nodded and followed Sam.

“Are you kidding? Such offers cannot be refused! I have long wanted to check those rumors about the autumn competition.”

“That’s nice. Let's go. I just recently finished adding new chairs.”

Having made sure that the horse was feeling fine in my newly completed stable, the whole friendly company of ours entered my house.

“So, hang your things to dry – that way. Make yourself comfortable. Sam, show the guys the bathroom, if you please. I'll go and start cooking now.”

After some time, a red head appeared in the kitchen arch.

“Need any assistance? I could cut vegetables or something else.”

“Come in, why not?”

Wow, he handled it deftly – the work was in full swing.

“What are we cooking exactly? I don't know such a dish.”

“Carbonara. It's like pasta with meat sauce, only topped with cream and eggs. With bacon and smoked meat. Almost like cream noodles, but the texture is different.”

“Sounds delicious!”

“Also fried rice with shrimps and vegetables for Sam. And a hot pot for everyone.”

“And you thought of everything.”

“I have invited Sam on Tuesday for this weekend. Glad you and Remy were able to stop by too. Okay, that’s almost ready.”

We set the table and had a nice time. Time passed very quickly and it was soon very late.

“I’ll help you to do the dishes.”

“Seriously? Just like the man of my dreams! Helps in the kitchen, offering to do the dishes himself. What other hidden talents do you have?”

“I scare away hooligans. I protect the weak. I do good things with a heavy hand. I bulldoze goodness for usefulness!”

“Don’t over-praise him or he’ll inflate and burst!” Sam scoffed.

“Okay, guys. Thanks for dropping in. It was a pleasure! Oh, Arlo, before I forget: I'm waiting for transport for the training dummy tomorrow. It takes up too much space in my backyard. You take it.”

“Agreed. I'll drop by right after training.”

Everyone left. I sketched out a plan for the next week and went to bed feeling happy.

[angel-dust-addict]

That actually got a chuckle out of Angel. He smiled tiredly down at Nuggets a he spoke, telling Alastor, "Can't make any promises. He ain't too good wit' secrets. He likes somebody, he don't get hidin' it." That smile faltered slightly and he turned his head just enough to see Alastor out of the corners of his secondary eyes. "An' somethin' tells me ya ain't too keen on scarin' 'im enough ta make 'im reconsida'."

Given Nuggets seemed to like Alastor on the basis of the deer's treatment of Angel, the spider doubted Alastor would be willing to do the sorts of things that would make Nuggets fear him. No, that would put him too close to Valentino in his behavior. The pig had been witness to a number of heinous things Val had done to the little swine's mama. Not to mention Val had done a good job of making the pig hate him based solely on his actions towards Nuggets himself. Angel couldn't quite imagine Alastor being so senselessly cruel to the tiny creature. Val had hated Nuggets and the feeling had been very much mutual.

The peace of the moment was shattered by the shrill chiming of Angel's phone. The mere sound seemed to set him on edge, his eyes widening and the smile vacating his face, replaced by a look of fear. He winced as he lunged for the device, but that didn't make him stop. It was apparent by the look of despair who was calling, but he muttered anyway, "Shit, that's Val. Fuck. He don't usually call this early."

Without waiting for any sort of response from Alastor, Angel managed to hit the answer button with one shaking finger and raised the device to his ear. "Val? What's up? Ya don't usually call this early."

"Angel Cakes," came the saccharine reply, slightly tinny through the phone speakers. "Just wanted to check on my best star. We left our discussion yesterday at a... precarious point."

"Yeah..." Angel's expression was fast shifting from fear to overwhelming dread and hopeless resignation. "I, uh..."

"Ran out on me?" Val supplied helpfully. "Don't worry, babe. I'm not mad. You got scared, I get it."

Angel's eyebrows did some manner of complicated dance as he seemed to process that statement. "Ya do?"

Val's response was sickeningly close to a tone of compassion. "Of course. You made a mistake. I had to correct you. You've always been so sensitive, Angel Cakes. Never took well to criticism. But I only did what needed to be done. You understand, don't you? I don't want to hurt you, but sometimes you don't leave me any other choice."

"Hurt me? Ya nearly fuckin' killed me!" Angel snapped. He immediately looked as though he regretted it, wincing and shrinking in on himself. His gaze fell instantly to the floor, avoiding any and all acknowledgement that Alastor was even still in the room.

"And whose fault is that?" Val hissed. When he spoke again, his tone was back to that sickly sweetness. "Besides, if you hadn't run away... Most of the damage was because you fell down the stairs after you decided not to put forth any effort to make things right. After all, you cost me a pretty penny dragging that shoot out as long as you did. I should have put you out on the street to make up what you owe me for that. But I decided to be nice and let you apologize. It's hardly my fault you decided to spit in my face.

"But that's not why I called. I saw the mess you left all over the stairwell. I know your little tumble down the stairs took quite a toll on you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You really did make things much worse for yourself, didn't you?"

Angel still looked like he was somewhere between rage and wanting to hide. His tone, when he reluctantly spoke, was one of resignation and shame. "I... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

"You really should have stayed and apologized last night. Or, better yet, done as you were told in the first place. Then I wouldn't have had to correct you. And that would have been so much easier on us both, wouldn't it?" Val prompted. The tone of his comments was downright insulting. He spoke to Angel the way one might speak to an errant child. A particularly dense one.

Still, Angel replied tiredly, "Yeah, I guess."

"What was that, Angel Cakes?" Val prompted again, his words edged in warning.

Angel visibly flinched and mumbled quietly, voice filled with shame and humiliation, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy. At least you can see sense now. I suppose that counts for something." The comment had the false air of an apology and forgiveness all at once. "Now, because Daddy loves you so much, I'm going to give you a chance to make it up to me. You'll be in at your regular time, I assume?"

"What?! Val, ya broke my fuckin' arm! I can't dance!" It was fear and dread that colored Angel's voice, not anger. "Val, please, you know I can't dance wit' my arm fucked up."

Val tutted at him chidingly. "Yes, I saw what you did to your arm. Unfortunate that it'll keep you from dancing. We'll have to discuss that tonight. But that wasn't what I had in mind. Like I said, I should have sent you out to make up what you owed me rather than giving you the chance to apologize and make up for it. But I'm nothing if not forgiving. So, I'm going to give you another chance. I even picked out your clients so you don't have to go find them yourself. That sounds more than fair, now doesn't it, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," Angel agreed miserably. He sounded as though he felt a second death would be more merciful.

"Good boy. I'll see you tonight, then. Don't be late," Val warned before hanging up.

Angel was still for about half a second before hurling his phone at the wall with a wordless noise of anger and despair and intense physical pain. Immediately, he drew his legs up and wrapped his lower arms around them. His uninjured upper hand threaded into his hair as he bowed his head against his knees, yanking with an impressive amount of force. The claws of his lower hands scratched at his outer thighs until they drew thin lines of royal blue. The sound that wrenched itself from his throat was a primal noise of anguish and despair as his shoulders began to shake. There was the faint scent of blood in the air if one had a nose sharp enough to catch it. More than could be accounted for by the scratches, but less than earlier in the day when he had torn his stitches.

Nuggets pawed at the spider's side, his distress clear, but Angel didn't uncurl. If anything, he drew in on himself even tighter, shaking with pain and hopelessness.

angel-dust-addict​:

Angel cringed. Not at anything Alastor had done this time, though. He took the offered hand with only the slightest bit of hesitance - just that same old nagging wariness in the back of his mind - and let Alastor lead him. “Don’t get yaself stabbed 'cause'a me. If it’s Charlie - or Vaggie - I probably oughta go get him. I don’t want 'em givin’ ya any trouble. 'Sides, if yer in here, somethin’s wrong. An’ I’d really ratha’ not have 'em knowin’ about dis. I can hide it. The stitches. That ain’t a problem. Wouldn’t be tha first time. ’M pretty good at it.

"If it’s Niffty,” he continued in a slightly less worried tone. “It ain’t gonna matta’. She don’t knock, first off. But she’s not gonna assume ya stabbed me or decided ta snack on me or some shit. An’ she won’t say shit ta anybody. Wouldn’t be tha first time she’s cleaned up blood in here, much as I try'n keep her out. It’s like tha lock don’t work if it’s her. I’ve just sorta gotten used to it.”

While Alastor registers the cringe, he doesn’t bat an eye at it. Like he told the spear-wielding moth when he first knocked on the hotel’s door, if he wanted to hurt someone, he had ample opportunity to do so. If he wanted to harm Angel, he had six hours where the arachnid was completely defenseless. He could have had his fellow sinner skinned, filleted, and leftovers stored in the meat locker behind the refrigerator (that no one aside from Niffty knows he has.) Angel knows this as well, yet instinct tells him to be wary of anyone who abruptly moves their hand in front of him... 

As he backsteps out of the lavatory, Alastor gives a soft snicker. There’s a fondness in his tone and in his eyes for the little darling of a maid. “I have a theory that our little darling can shift her fingers into the shapes of locks.” He muses. Either that or she squeezes through the bottom of the door. One way or another, the little maid has never let any type of door, fence, or cage stop her. “Something must be distracting her since she hasn’t arrived to collect the bedding.” He thinks aloud, his ears tuning backward in increments, as if searching for a particular frequency. “Would you like me to ask her for him?”

[daincrediblegg]

Also small thing but I think it’s really important that alexei and melina share the single moment of true fat acceptence the MCU has ever had and it’s gonna live in my head rent free forever

[munson-blurbs]

Happy Monday and Happy Halloween :) I’ve had this idea in my head all month and was wondering if it’d be okay to request it? For Halloween, the Hellfire crew does a movie night and each member gets to pick a movie (which has to be horror per Eddie’s instructions) but reader is not good with horror and gets to pick “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown”. So, all of the boys tease him because he’s obviously whipped but doesn’t care because as long as he’s making the reader happy (cue big happy smiles and reciting lines from memory after being buried in Eddie’s shoulder for most of the night) that’s all that matters.

Did you...read my mind? Because I was literally just gonna ask for Halloween-themed requests and then this shows up in my inbox!

Warnings: mentions of murder in the context of a movie. That's it; it's all fluff.

WC: 1.1k

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"All right, little sheep," Eddie announces as he pulls into the parking lot wildly, "you know the rules. Everyone picks their favorite horror movie and brings it to me. I'll pick the top three for movie night. Got it?"

The rest of Hellfire scurries into Family Video, eagerly browsing the horror section, but you're dragging your feet. You're normally down for any kind of movie, even the old westerns your dad watches, but you hate horror. Being scared just isn't your thing.

A family-friendly Halloween display at the front of the store catches your eye. You immediately spot It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and pick it up with a smile; memories of watching this as a kid come flooding back.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" Eddie's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He plucks the VHS out of your hand before you have a chance to argue. "Charlie Brown, nice! A classic, in my humble opinion."

You force a laugh. "I, uh, don't know any horror movies," you admit. "Don't like 'em. Hate 'em, actually."

"So, is this your choice?" Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Guess so," you mutter, feeling your face turn bright red.

After a few minutes, the rest of the group comes back, armed with movies that make you want to shrivel up into a ball and disappear. Eddie collects the tapes and shuffles through them.

"I have made my decision!" he says, putting on his Dungeon Master voice for the occasion. "The winners are...Halloween, of course," Jeff turns to Gareth and high-fives him, "Friday the 13th," Eddie continues as Mike pumps a fist in the air triumphantly, "and...It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" He shoots you a knowing grin as your blood runs cold.

"Are you kidding me?" Lucas cries out, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

"How did that beat out The Shining?" Dustin whines. "It's not even the right genre!"

"Yeah, who picked that, anyway?" Gareth questions, but everyone already knows. You feel the glares of your fellow Hellfire members, and honestly? You can't blame them.

"Of course," Mike mutters, "because she's the only girl here."

Lucas laughs. "Nah, it's because she's got Eddie whipped, like the family pig."

"Pretty sure you actually have to be dating the person to be whipped," Dustin adds.

"Enough!" Eddie shouts, quieting the group. "I've made my decision. Go grab some snacks and beg Harrington for the friends and family discount."

You trail behind with Eddie, fidgeting with the hem of your Hellfire shirt. "Eddie," you whisper, "you can pick another movie. I'll be fine." I'll just have nightmares for weeks, you think, but keep that to yourself.

He shakes his head, frizzy brown curls dancing across his face. "Nope. Already made up my mind." He places the selection on the counter as the boys pile on bags of chips and candy.

~

Everyone piles into the Wheeler living room. You volunteer to make the popcorn, an apology for the cheesy kids' movie they'll endure later. Mike pops his movie choice into the VHS player, and dread fills your belly as you hear the ominous music pulse through the room. When the popcorn is done, you pour it in a bowl and bring it over to the group.

You realize dejectedly that all of the seats are taken: Lucas, Mike, and Dustin pile onto the sofa, Gareth and Jeff are on the two-seater, and Eddie's taken the La-Z-Boy. Before you can pull over a chair from the kitchen, you see Eddie patting his thigh.

"C'mon, I can protect you," he teases, and you pause, unsure if he's serious. He looks over at you expectantly, and you pad over and sit gingerly on his lap. He swings your legs over his and places an arm around around your back. You notice the boys exchange knowing glances.

When the camp counselors get murdered, you yelp embarrassingly and curl up into Eddie's chest. He holds you close, and now you feel jumpy for a whole other reason. You've had a crush on him since joining Hellfire, but he never seemed to reciprocate the feelings, always treating you as one of the guys.

But, you think now, he's never cuddled any of them during a movie night, so...

You nuzzle your head into his neck, flinching as each murder gets more gruesome than the next. An audible sigh of relief escapes your lips when the movie finally ends.

"Solid choice, Wheeler," Eddie notes approvingly. "Who's gonna put in the next one?"

"You're closest to the TV," Dustin's response is met with a scowl.

"Yeah, well, 'm kinda busy here, Henderson," Eddie says as he throws a kernel of popcorn at the kid's head.

"Jesus Christ!" Dustin quips, but takes Halloween out of its box.

"Told ya," Lucas whispers to Mike, "whipped."

Maybe it's the adrenaline from the movie, but something comes over you. "I think you're just jealous that Max isn't here to sit on your lap, Sinclair," you tease.

"She got you!" Eddie cackles. "My girl just burned you, dude!"

My girl? Oh, you'll have to revisit that later.

~

When it's finally time for your movie, the rest of the guys trudge down to the basement. You get up to follow them, but Eddie links an arm around your waist.

"Where ya goin'?" he asks sleepily. "We didn't watch Charlie Brown yet."

Your smile quickly turns into a yawn. "I didn't realize you were actually gonna watch it. Besides," you add, "aren't you tired?"

"Exhausted," he admits, "but I really do like this movie."

"Really?" You can't hide the surprise in your voice, and Eddie laughs.

"Yeah. It's cute. Like, um, like you." He wrings his neck sheepishly, looking up at you with his big brown eyes.

You start the movie, mouthing along with the Peanuts characters until you fall asleep in Eddie's lap. He wakes you gently when the movie's over.

"Sorry," you mumble, but he just shakes his head.

"You're also cute when you sleep, so..." he shrugs. "Didn't mind." He clears his throat and glances around, though you can't imagine what he's looking at.

"Do you, uh, wanna just sleep up here? On the couch?" he asks quietly. "I could do without Jeff's snoring." When you nod, he shuffles the furniture so he can pull out the sofa bed, grabbing some pillows and blankets. "Ladies first." He extends an arm towards the couch.

You climb under the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. You fall asleep almost immediately, but not before feeling Eddie drape his arm around you and press a quick kiss between your shoulder blades.

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[moemoemammon]

MC is Sick?!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

A little late to notice that you’re sick. He’s been so busy lately that he can’t watch you as carefully as he’d like to, so he apologizes for not catching on sooner.

But now that it’s been brought to his attention, Lucifer is all over it. You’re excused from your classes and sent to your room for bedrest while he tends to everything else. He’s rarely the one to bring you your medicine or meals, to his dismay, but his busy schedule just won’t allow it. 

If he were able he’d let you stay in his room until you felt better. But for the time being, he’ll have to squeeze in little visits to your room, where he’ll pop in and sit on the edge of your bed, pressing his hand against your forehead and letting it linger on your cheek.

He’ll often come to your room with a record for you to listen to, and he loves talking about the history of the music and the life of the composure. His boring talks put you right to sleep.

“This piece is one of my favorites. The composer went into an illness induced madness when he created the sheet music, and wouldn't eat or sleep for two weeks until it’d been completed. Why, I often listen to it when- Ah, have you fallen asleep?"

Mammon

The first to notice the change in your health. You don’t look so good.. Are you okay? MC?!

Good luck trying to get any rest, because your first man is gonna be popping in and out of your room every five minutes. He’s constantly checking in on you, making sure you’re not too hot or too cold, that you’ve got something to drink, that you ate the soup he left-

Actually, Mammon’s not that bad of a caretaker! He’s a little too attentive, but he clearly knows what he’s doing. Also insists on being the only one that takes care of you until you’re better.

Polices everything you do. You wanna get out of bed? Nope, wait for Mammon. You’re bored? He’ll bring you something to do. Know what, he’s just gonna move into your room for the time being-

“Who told ya to go and get sick? Makin' me worry like this... I'm gonna make sure ya get better in no time, so you'd better be grateful, ya hear? I don't do this for just anybody..."

Levi

No way... You’re sick?! But you guys had plans to watch Magical Ruri Hana together...

Yeah, he’s not the best at caretaking despite watching Cells at Work, but he does know the basics! It kills him to leave his room so frequently, so.. why don’t you just stay in his room? He’ll take care of you there, and the healing waves of Ruri-chan will wash over you and get rid of your illness!

He definitely can’t be your primary caregiver, unless you want to be sick forever. Anime doesn't really imitate real life. Who would've thought?

 But he’s as attentive as he can be, at least! He brings you new DVDs to watch, manga to read, and delicious stacks to try whenever he can! Even if this is all he can do, he wants to make sure you know he’s thinking about you. May or may not also be spam texting you and keeping you awake-

“I brought the audio drama for you to listen to! It's from the TSL live series, where they act out the scenes! You won't have to worry about reading or watching anything, so you can listen to it to sleep. Oh, but I want to hear your opinion on everything! And then you- huh? When will you be able to sleep? Uh..."

Satan

The most knowledgeable when it comes to taking care of human illnesses, but he still fumbles a little. Insists on making an accurate diagnosis of your symptoms, and that takes way longer than the actual treatement,

But once he’s deduced what’s going on, Satan goes all in. You might feel like a guinea pig because of all the weird methods he’s trying on you (may or may not have read a medieval medicine book first), so uhhhhh be patient with him. Now hold still while he puts this onion in your sock-

Not as attentive as the others, but very thorough when he tends to you. And despite all the unorthodox healing methods, you actually recover quickly, by some miracle.

In the quieter moments when all you need is rest, Satan will sit by and quietly read to you until you lull off to sleep, brushing the hair from your face before he leaves.

“Hm... I was sure St. John's Wart would do the trick, but your fever hasn't broken at all? Maybe I ought to try minced garlic and honey next? Or maybe..- Eh? Just normal medicine is fine?"

Asmo

SICK?! No no, this won’t do at all! Asmo doesn’t want to see his darling MC looking so pale and unsightly! It’s off to bed with you now. No, not his bed he loves you but you’ve gotta understand-

Gentle affection is one of Asmo’s selling points, but that doesn’t mean the king of aftercare knows how to treat illnesses. He does however make you extremely comfortable. I’m talking extra fluffy pillows, cold and hot packs where you need them most, careful sponge baths (if you’ll let him), and everything else he can offer to make sure you’re okay.

May or may not show up in a hazmat suit, but don’t worry. The mask is clear so you get a view of his beautiful face! And when he isn’t around to take care of you, he sends pictures of himself to speed up the healing process.

Most likely to ask for help in your care. He tends to forget that you need more than affection and selfies to help you recover-

“Make sure you get better quickly, okay? I'll keep gracing your with my gorgeous face, and that ought to heal you in no time! Oh, maybe an herbal bath will help, too? I'll join you~!"

Beel

Extremely worried the moment you sneeze twice in a row. And when that escalates into a full blown cold, he immediately takes you to your room and cocoons you in every spare blanket he can find.

His care is sloppy, but full of affection. Your bed is a fluffy mess of soft blankets and pillows, and he lingers in your room nearly all day. And naturally, Beel knows you need to eat in order to heal.

You’re never without any food. This man will bring you an entire rotisserie chicken and a quart of orange juice for breakfast do not underestimate him. And if you can’t stomach anything, he’s try for things that’re easier to eat. like soups and broths. Also insists on feeding you himself.

Might also need some help in caring for you. He has good intentions and he’s being as careful with you as can be, but it can’t help to have another set of hands on the job. He wants to make sure you get the best care he can offer.

“Mm... you're not eating a lot today. Hm? You're full? But you only had a shadow hog roast, three sandwiches, and a gallon of juice. Are you sure that's enough? ...Well, maybe you're right. I'll eat what you can't finish, then. Hm? You're worried I'll get sick? It's fine. A human cold wont affect me."

Belphie

He knew something was up when you didn’t get out of bed that morning. Sleeping until 2pm is HIS thing, got it? Just kidding-

Tries not to show it, but this man is so worried that he can’t even sleep. BELPHEGOR, the Avatar of Sloth, is suffering from insomnia. 

He isn’t really the best at taking care of other people, but he knows that plenty of rest can only do you good. Belphie climbs into your bed and resigns himself to staying there until you heal. Somehow, having him around makes your sleep even deeper, so you always wake up feeling a little more rested than before.

Not so great at remembering when to bring you medicine and stuff, so the help of the others is a given. But despite that, you find yourself comfortable in every position you shift into. Belphie knows a thing or two about resting peacefully, so he’s got an eye for helping you with that.

“Are you feeling a little better today? ...Good. You were tossing and turning in your sleep, so I got you that ice pack. It look like your fever finally broke, so that means I can rest easy now.. goodnight......"

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”