#trying to think of what else they'd be doing with those and with that comment

[foundationsofdecay]

are they putting piercings on ii's mask???

[revelboo]

I had a question for you! What would your headcannons be if a few IDW autobots walked in on you naked. Let's say you finally were able to get washed up and take off your towel when someone like Rodimus or Swerve walks in. How do you think they'd react?

I feel like Swerve would try flirting while failing, meanwhile Optimus apologies profusely, immediately shielding his eyes.

Oh, poor Optimus. Still embarassed even though he’s been intimate with his human

Accidentally Flashing Bots Headcanons

Optimus

• Head thrown back into the warm spray, you’re half tempted to go give Wheeljack a kiss on those blinky vocal indicators of his for rigging up showers for all of you humans. Suspect his human might not appreciate that, though. Poor thing is so lovesick and it’s their luck that their bot is oblivious. You’d told them they should just strip naked, order him to mass shift, and ride him into the sunset. That comment had only gotten you shocked looks from all of the other humans. Except the one stuck with Prowl. They’d gone red faced and refused to meet anyone else’s eyes. Well, at least you’re not the only alien fucker of the group. Shutting off the water when you hear the door open, you push aside the sheet of plastic meant to give you some privacy and step out.

• Turning at the soft rustle, he startles and immediately averts his optics. Because you’re naked and wet. And laughing at him. “I think we’re past modesty, big guy,�� you say, grabbing a towel and bending over to dry your hair. There’s no not staring at you now. Especially when you glance back at him with a little snort and pointedly slide your thigh a little so you’re more on display in invitation and his spike throbs. “You know, I can always take another shower.”

Swerve

• Coming in to his habsuite, he rubs a hand against the back of his neck as he stretches. Where are you? You’re usually waiting to greet him, smiling up at him. Being quiet in case you’re sleeping in your nest, he leans to look and vents sharply. Well, you’re in your nest of blankets, head thrown back and naked. A hand between your thighs, little fingers pumping into yourself and he groans. And your little head snaps toward him, eyes wide as you claw to drag a blanket over yourself and he covers his optics with a hand. “I wasn’t spying on you, I swear. I mean, I can leave so you can finish if you want?” Even though he wants to watch you. Wants to touch you. And you groan, completely hidden under your blanket when he peeks.

• Why is he back early? Mortified, you hide under your blankets. And you can hear him awkwardly shuffling around. Probably as horrified at catching you as you are about being caught. Does he even know what you’re doing? He acted like he did. He’d asked if you needed him to leave so you could finish. You’re not going to be able to look him in the optics after this.

Rodimus

• Face turned up toward the spray, you let the warmth relax tired muscles. And nearly jump out of your skin when something brushes against you. Hip and shoulder banging against the little shower Brainstorm had rigged for you, you try to shove a mass displaced Rodimus out while covering important bits. “What are you doing?” And he stares at you before awkwardly turning his back to you. Still not leaving.

• “The wash racks were full,” he mutters, plating heating as you swear at him and try to shove him out. And maybe he’d wanted to see what a human looked like under all those coverings. What you looked like. Flustered, he stands under the spray with his back to you. How angry would you be if he touched you, because you look so soft and wet. Had gotten a glimpse before you’d covered yourself. Enough to realize you’re made to take a spike. That maybe mass shifted, you could take him. Shouldn’t be wondering about that as his plating pops and becomes uncomfortably warm. Becoming dangerous.

[domxmarvel]

P*rnstar

Masterlist

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

The work you do carried a heavy stigma but you didn't care,and the money more than made up for it. You had plenty of fans,mostly older rich men who had nothing better to spend their money on,but you also had plenty of women watching you. One in particular being very active,you'd see her username on almost every post you made.

One of your most loyal fans,you were getting ready for a new livestream. It was more casual,and of course the very first person there as usual her user name popped up.

Billiee00: "Hey baby" her message appeared on your screen. She usually either call you baby or pornstar.

"Hey,Billie" you said back,watching as other people joined the live.

Billiee00: "You look really pretty tonight" She kept her attention on you,commenting on your looks,your outfit and your surroundings. Clearly having a bit of a crush on you.

"Thank you" you subtly posed for her "I remember you told me you liked this makeup last time."

Billiee00: "That's why you're my fav" It was almost a challenge to see how well you paid attention to her,her messages and things she said. Maybe it was a little obsessive. Soon the viewers went from 156 to 680 making the comments flow in,her comments being drowned by the others. 

“Show a little more skin babe!”

“How did you start doing this stuff”

“Is this gonna get hot?”

“You look so hot” A few people asked how long the stream would go for,others giving you tips and advice. But most people were just horny,and most of the guys were trying to get your actual attention and keep you entertained. The sound of the tip notification rang out,with the name of the user who had sent you a tip. The top of the screen displaying the username and the amount. Most of them where small amounts,just 5-10 dollars or so from different users,since it was still early in the stream. But one of them was a 100 dollar tip,causing you to look down in surprise at the username.

Billiee00: "That was me,you look extra pretty in those next panties." It was only a few moments before more people tipped,a few people trying to out do her tip,but she just kept out tipping them. She wanted to be the top tipper. You appreciate her jealous and how she wanted all your attention,and you did also enjoy how it made you more money thanks to her. In the span of around 10 minutes,she had doubled the amount of the tips that you made. She loved seeing you so focused on her,like she was your main priority and everyone else was just an afterthought.

"I'll make this a bit more fun,five minutes and then my top tipper will get to pick what I wear for Wednesday's live" That grabbed peoples attention,even hers. The tip notifications where coming in at a rapid pace now,people wanting to be your top tipper so they could pick your outfit for the next stream. It was almost too fast to keep up with,people tipping hundreds at a time. Clearly they all wanted to be the ones to pick your outfit,it was like a competition to them,and of course she was going to win. There was about 10 seconds left on the timer and the highest tipper wasn't her,it was a guy who was currently sitting at 600$ but there were still seconds left. You counted out loud the remaining seconds."Five four three two one" and just as you said 'one' a notification rang out with her name,she had waited until the last second so no one could out tip her.

Billiee00: "What do you think of my last second surprise?” There it was,she'd tipped you 1000$. Now everyone knew she had the best tipping power,and if anyone wanted to prove her wrong they'd have to outdo her first.

"I'd say I owe you a private show for that"

Billiee00: "You'd do that for me?"

"Anything for my best client"

Billiee00: "When can we do it?"

“I'll send you a message and we can work it out,also think about what you want me to wear"

Billiee00: "I already know what I want you to wear." The chat was now filled with people being jealous. They had a good reason to be jealous,she was getting an actual private show from you,and in anything she wanted. Nothing they could tip or say would get them to that level with you. She was more than happy to let them know it too. Billiee00: "You all wish you were getting a private show"

You wrapped up the show and messaged Billie.

"What do you want me to wear?" You asked,wondering what she had in mind.

Billiee00: "Have you any fishnets? preferably in black"

"I have fishnets,what else?"

Billiee00: "How about a skirt,a really short one"

"And the top?"

Billiee00: "I'd like you to wear a crop top,I love it when you wear them" After you were dressed you set up your camera and started the show for her. Immediately she sent you a message. Billiee00: "I want to see you twirl around for me" You pushed your computer chair away and stood up,slowly twirling to show off the outfit. Billiee00: "You look so amazing in that,I knew I picked well."

"You always do," You said,sitting back down.

Billiee00: "Can I request something else?"

"Anything for me favorite subscriber"

Hours later you messaged her.

"By the way,you still have to think about what you want me to wear for Wednesday's stream. You still won that after all." You reminded her.

Billiee00: "I've actually already decided"

"Does it have something to do with the package I received?"

Billiee00: "You already got it? It was quick,I figured it would take a few days"

"I haven't opened it yet but I'll unbox it on Wednesday”

Billiee00: "You have to promise to open it on stream then,I want to see you wearing it as soon as possible"

"I promise"

On Wednesday you started the stream,watching the comments flood in. Many comments were being flooded,all of them tipping and asking for different things. Some were even asking about things you had done in the private stream. But her comments still caught your eye. She had tipped you a few times already,but the amount she was tipping was much more than the other people. She wanted to be noticed and make sure everyone knew that you were her favourite to tip and that she was the one who got a private show.

"Yes,Billie I see you" you knew she was trying to get your attention. "You got my attention"

Billiee00: "Of course I want your attention,baby" You held up the box,talking to the camera.

"I got your package and I'll open it on camera like you asked." You opened it to find a pair of lace panties and an oversized shirt. The panties were new but the shirt had been worn and smelled of perfume. It was her shirt,that's what she wanted you to wear. As you took out the piece of fabric,it was obvious it was hers. The lingering scent of the perfume was sweet,and it was easy to tell that it was hers,it was just like she was there in the room with you.

Billiee00: "You like my little gift?"

"Of course when you get the choice it's not something scandalous,it's just your shirt" You chuckled.

Billiee00: "Take the shirt,take it and put it on" Her name popped up along with another notification $200

"Of course I'm gonna wear it" You stripped on camera,slowly putting on a show. She was throwing tips and comments rapidly your way.

Billiee00: "Keep going,baby I want to see more."  $300

Billiee00: "Mmm,my favourite little show girl. Looking so beautiful for me."  $150

Billiee00: "You look so sexy in it, my baby"  $400

Billiee00: "You look amazing in my shirt. So beautiful and just for me"  $350

"Slow down there,don't want you running out of money" You winked,putting on her shirt,you knew that wasn’t a fear and you just wanted to tease.

Billiee00: "Don't worry about me running out of money,just let me tip you all I want,my baby "  $1500

Billiee00: "my little pornstar,in my shirt"

She began to use the other name again,the one she used when she was possessive. She wanted to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to and no one could do anything about it.

"Really showing off today aren't you,Billie?"

Billiee00: "Of course I am,baby."

"Making me wear your shirt and taking all my attention" you smirked.

Billiee00: "Do you like wearing my shirt,baby?"

"Maybe,your perfume is nice" you took a whiff from her shirt. "Which perfume is that?" You asked her.

Billiee00: "I can send you a bottle if you'd like"

"Jumping at the chance to spoil me,huh?"

Billiee00: "I love to spoil you,that's what I do best." Spoiling you is her favorite thing to do,and she's not shy to spend any amount of money on you.

Billiee00: "I'll send you a whole bottle of the perfume I wear,baby. So you can always smell like me." Her next comments were all attached to tips.

Billiee00: $600 "I want you so badly,baby"

Billiee00: $300 "I can't keep my eyes off of you"

Billiee00: $500 "You look so perfect, my show girl"

Billiee00: $250 "I love seeing you in my shirt,baby"

Billiee00: $300 "My favorite little show girl"

"Hold on,Billie. Let me plug my toy and connect it to your tips" Despite your telling her to slow down and wait she didn't stop. 

Billiee00: $900 "You're so addictive, my show girl"

Billiee00: $700 "I can't stop tipping, baby"

Billiee00: $400 "God you look so amazing in that shirt"

Billiee00: $300 "You know exactly what you're doing to me,my baby" You set up your toy and connected it to her tips.

"It's set up for you,it'll vibrate when you send me tips," You arched your back,softly moaning as she continued not holding back at all. Your moans turned louder. She kept tipping, sending the toy into another fit of fast and strong buzzing. "Yes,yes Billie" you moaned out,knowing it could drive her crazy.

Billiee00: "Baby say my name, say my name, say it. Only my name,not anyone else,just my name" You repeated her name over and over until you reached your peak. She hasn't slowed down.

Billiee00: "Keep saying my name,I want more."

She had lost count of how much she had tipped, but it didn't matter to her. She was completely entranced.

She didn't slow down when you finally reached your peak,she was in control and wanted to keep the vibrations going as much as possible,hearing how you reacted and moaned her name. You were quickly becoming overstimulated,you couldn't take more.

"Please slow down,Billie. Please" you begged her.

Billiee00: "I'll slow down,baby. I don't want to overwhelm you" She sent a few more tips, but slowed down quite drastically now.

"That was incredible" You were out of breath.

Billiee00: "It really was. I just couldn't help myself,baby,you know how much I love tipping your streams." After the stream you sent her a video of you touching yourself in her shirt as you loudly moaned her name. You had sent the video like a letter signing it with. -from your favorite pornstar She watched it over and over,saving it immediately and listening to you moan her name, over and over again. She knew the video was just for her, no one else was meant to see you like that,it was just for her. It was like a personal little gift,something just for her. She even thought about working it into one of her songs. She hid the moans within the melody,making it blend seamlessly but if you listen closely you'd hear the moans. And one word made it through a bit muffled but it was you moaning her name. She loved the idea,and even more she loved that no one but her would know what that sound was. No one else would be able to guess what that sound really was,but she knew,and she was the only one who would know. The song immediately became a massive hit,like every song she made. She hadn't stopped messaging  you or attending your streams. No one could deny that the song was a hit,it had everyone talking and speculating about the odd noise in the melody. But no one had any real clue what they actually were,and no one knew the answer but her. One thing that people caught in the song was some girl moaning Billie's name. Immediately speculating who the woman was. Everyone was speculating who the moan belonged to,and all the comments were about trying to figure out who it was. She watched as people tried to put a name to the voice,and each guess was farther off than the last. None of them knew,and it satisfied her to see them so clueless. But most people were convinced that it must've been Billie's new girlfriend.

You were busy and finally had gotten a house,letting you move out of your tiny studio apartment. You made some posts,thanking your subscribers for supporting you. As usual Bille was first.

Billiee00: "Congrats,baby!"  She had sent a tip along with her comment. Many of your subscribers replied to your announcement,they were all congratulating you and expressing their gratitude for you. Comments like.

"You're so amazing,congratulations!"

"Can't wait to see you in your new house!" filled the comments. Later that day you had posted your wishlist and almost immediately it was bought out by one person,and you knew exactly who it was. You sent her a message.

"Couldn't have left something for someone else,huh?" You joked.

Billiee00: "Of course not,you’re my girl” She didn't even consider anyone else,no one could get the chance to spoil you like she did. You got a notification,stuff that wasn't part of your wishlist were included. She had bought your entire wishlist and added more gifts to it.

"You got my full attention,and a few private videos once I set up my studio"

Billiee00: "Mmm,I love getting your attention,baby. I can't wait for those private videos, you're so perfect." You sent her a few photos of you,they weren't too raunchy, just casual.

Billiee00: "You're so beautiful,baby! You look amazing in those pictures" One thing she saw in the background was a poster of her album cover.

Billiee00: "What's that in the background, baby? I can't quite make it out"

"Oh,the poster for the Billie eilish album? I've always wanted to go but her tickets sell out so fast"

Billiee00: "Yeah,the tickets do sell out fast. But you know, I can always get you some if you want to go. I could get backstage passes too." She sent a tip along with her comment.

"Really? You could?"

Billiee00: "Of course, baby. I can get you tickets, backstage passes, anything you want. Just say the word"

"You'd do that for me?"

Billiee00: "Oh, absolutely. I'll do anything for you, and that means getting you front row tickets, backstage passes, you name it." she replied,adding another tip.

"I would love to see her,I've been wanting that for years. She should have a performance coming up in LA in three months."

Billiee00: "Oh she's definitely got a show coming up in LA, and guess what, I can get you those tickets. Front row, backstage passes." She said, with total confidence.

"But how,that show has been sold out for months?"

Billiee00: "I've got my ways, baby. I have connections, and I can make things happen. Don't worry about how I'll do it, I'll just get it done. You'll be seeing her live, front and center, with backstage passes and everything."

About an hour later she had sent you the tickets.

Billiee00: “All set, baby. You’ve got your tickets, front row, and backstage passes. I told you I’d get it done.”

"How did you even do that,so quickly too"

Billiee00: "Oh, baby, I have my ways. Like I said, I have connections. I told you I could get you those tickets, and I never disappoint. I'll always come through for you, no matter what."

"You really are incredible"

Billiee00: "I wanna make you happy, and I'm willing to do anything to do that. So enjoy those tickets, and get ready to have the time of your life at the concert."

One week later you were at the concert,the music started and there she was. You could hardly contain your excitement as the concert started. You had dreamed of this moment,and now it was finally here. Then, there she was. She walked out on stage, looking stunning and radiating confidence. Her presence alone was enough to captivate you as she started to sing, her voice filling the entire arena. But throughout the show you felt her staring at you,not your section but you directly like she knew who you were. Her eyes fixed on you in the crowd. Even though she was performing in front of thousands of people, it was as if you were the only one she was focusing on. The song ended,giving her a few seconds to speak before the music would start again.

"How you guys doing tonight?" she asked, her voice filled with energy and excitement. The crowd roared in response, but her eyes were still fixed on you, completely ignoring everyone else. She then turned to you,before saying the next song was dedicated to someone. Then she said something,a nickname,a nickname she wasn't supposed to know. A nickname only one person would call you. She then locked eyes with you once again. "This one's for you, pornstar." She said, her voice soft but loud enough for you to hear over the music. You felt a jolt of surprise as she turned to you and dedicated the next song to you. But it was the nickname she used that really caught your attention. "Pornstar" was a nickname she wasn’t supposed to know, how did Billie Eilish know that? You were left confused and stunned as the music started up again. How could she have possibly known that,unless it was her this whole time. That would've explained it,the money,the tickets all explained. It was her all along. 

[cheapshrimpysheep]

For an obey me req- kissing under the mistletoe? Would the brothers even know about it? Would mc have to explain ehat it is? Would mc pull smth to get them under the mistletoe or maybe the other way around? Uou can choose whatever you're comfortablew scenario or hcs, characters too(but I would love it if you could include dia and mammon maybe🙏🙏) and everything else (I know this is terribly vague- I just want some nice holiday fluff tbh💀)

SUMMARY: MC has learned a new trick they can use to make a sprig of mistletoe appear over their heads. And that's what they try to do to the boys they'd like to kiss.

COMMENTS: Considering what's going on, I'd like some fluff too. ❤️ Maybe it was the uncertainty surrounding Obey Me that made it a little more difficult for me to feel motivated to write this, but I really wanted to do it.

I hope you and all enjoy it 🎁

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers + Dateables = Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub; Belphegor; Diavolo; Barbatos; Luke (platonic and cute); Simeon; Solomon.

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

CONTEXT: You learned a spell to make something small appear and levitate wherever you wanted. Needless to say, you immediately thought of approaching someone and having a sprig of mistletoe appear above the two of you for a kiss.

Lucifer was in his office doing some paperwork as usual. You walk down the stairs and stop in front of him, on the other side of the desk. He looks at you and sees a sly smile.

“And what are you up to?” He asks with a smirk.

“I learned a new trick.” You say and snap your fingers.

A tea cup appears levitating, you pick it and place it on the desk, offering it to Lucifer. He looks at the tea, then at you and smiles charmingly.

“A spell to summon small objects?” He chuckles and smell the tea. “That's what you usually do for me. Did you really make the tea and come all the way here just to give it to me using that new trick of yours? Ha ha. Fine, I'll take a break. As long as you keep me company.”

He drinks the tea, says it was very good and thanks you. You say there's just one more thing left to do and he raises an eyebrow at you, curious.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears above the two of you. He drags the chair and stands up.

“You mean your reward for the nice break you gave me?” He smiles seductively “So, was this all because you wanted a kiss from me?” He says as he slowly walks around the desk. He comes very close to you and tilts your head with his fingers on your chin. “If you were needy, you could have said so.”

He brings his lips close to yours, but doesn't kiss you. He wants to see you look like you want him. And only when you look at him sulkily does he kiss you deeply.

“Well... I've already gotten a lot of work done, I can extend my break..” He grabs you by the waist, sits you on the desk and continues kissing you...

Mammon had sent you a message asking you to come to his room because he had an idea for some new scheme.

His new idea was to imitate a brand that had just started selling those big calendars with photos, the problem is that he was thinking of making those calendars with sexy photos... of him. He wanted your help because he didn't want to pay a photographer and would rather you photograph him.

You don't like the idea, but instead of simply showing jealousy, you decide to pay him back in kind. You tell him that you recently learned a trick where you can make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your head. You suggest trying this trick on people who look like they would pay to have you kiss them. Knowing full well that his answer would be...

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! Your lips are mine and mine alone!” He blushes when he realizes what he said and how he said it. “Don't ever suggest that again! Even as a joke!”

You come back to the idea of his calendar.

“So, you want the Great Mammon just for you too.” He smiles. “Fine. I'll come up with another idea. But no mistletoe or kisses, you hear?”

“Not even with you?” You ask and make mistletoe appear over your heads.

“No mistletoe or kisses for anyone but me!”

You hug him and he attacks your lips with a burning passion, ignited by your teasing. And if you let him, he'll pick you up and continue your make-out session in his bed.

Levi invited you to watch a new Ruri-chan Christmas special with him in his room.

Parallel to the main story of Ruri-chan saving Christmas, the friend who has a crush on her had told her about the kiss under the mistletoe and was trying to get a kiss from her but kept failing because she was very absent-minded. You hear Levi feel sorry for the friend throughout the story.

“Ahh! It's so frustrating to see his effort, while at the same time not wanting to pressure her, be in vain because he's so distracted.”

“Tell me about it...” You mutter to yourself.

“What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you well.”

“I was just agreeing with you.”

In the end, when the friend was about to give up, Ruri-chan finally notices a mistletoe above them and gives her friend a kiss on the cheek. Levi celebrates, despite admitting that it was predictable that the story would end like that.

You ask if that didn't make him want to go through the same experience and kiss someone under the mistletoe. He blushes.

“W-well... y-y-yes... but I would only do it with you!”

“Then go ahead.” You point up and Levi sees a sprig of mistletoe levitating above your heads. His blush deepens.

“HEY! T-that's not fair! I wasn't prepared! And you planned this!”

“If you don't want to...”

“NO! I mean, I do! I mean...” He takes a deep breath. “Why do you always do this when you catch me off guard?”

He comes closer and gives you a sweet, affectionate kiss. That extends into a loving hug. And if you let him, he'll keep kissing you and cuddle with you in the pillows and blankets you laid out on the floor to watch the christmas special.

Satan was in his room, reading. You knock on the door and he tells you to come in. He smiled the second he saw you. You say you want to show him a new magic trick you learned.

“Really? I can't wait to see.”

You snap your fingers and a bookmark with a kitten's head drawn on it appears levitating.

“Ah, you learned how to easily make small objects appear.” He takes the bookmark and uses it to mark the page of the book he was reading and closes it. “It really comes in handy in situations like this. This is when I lose my pens.”

You snap your fingers again and a pen with a cat paw design appears.

“Ha ha. You decided to show me your new trick with little gifts?” He smiles. “I'm flattered. Or maybe you're just really in the Christmas spirit.”

Speaking of the Christmas spirit, you say that you wanted to use that trick one last time and that it was the real reason you went to see him. He smiles curiously and expectantly. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He blushes and laughs.

“How did I not think of this? Sometimes I forget how cunning you can be. This will be very useful for pranks. But for now...” He holds you by the waist and turns you around to make you lie in his arms. “I must fulfill a tradition.”

And he kisses you gently and softly, before slowly deepening the kiss.

Asmo invited you to his room to try out new makeup and beauty products he bought. You go and after having a spa session, he does your makeup so you can go with him to a party. For some reason, while Asmo was fiddling with your makeup, you wanted to play a little prank on him.

Whenever he turned to pick up a product, you used your new trick to make it appear in your hand and hide it. He thought it was strange that he couldn't find the eyeliner, but it could have fallen on the floor. He started to get suspicious when the same happened to a blush and saw the lipstick disappearing just in time. He looks at you and sees a little smile right on the corner of your lips.

“Hmm? Someone's being naughty~” He smiles “Ha ha ha. Are you the one making my things disappear?”

You admit it and he asks what you're doing. You tell him about the new trick you learned.

“Oh, yes, I remember seeing Solomon use that trick instead of getting up and getting things himself. It’s a very useful spell.” He continues to do your makeup and when he's done he just stares at you. “Your lips look so delicious with that gloss~.”

You snap your fingers and make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your heads. Asmo sees a new shadow on your face and looks up, then looks back at you with a smile and a look of desire.

“How sneaky. It's a shame to ruin your lip color so early, but a tradition is a tradition.” He starts by giving you a sweet kiss, but as always, he can't stop there and deepens the kiss.

You ended up not going to the party because you were having a private one in Asmo’s bedroom.

Beel was working out in his and Belphie’s room. Belphie was probably sleeping in the attic. You knock on the door and hear Beel telling you to come in. You walk in and see him lifting weights, he smiles the second he sees you.

“Hi (Y/N). Did something happen?” He asks. You say no, that you just wanted to show him something. “Oh, so you don't mind if I finish my workout, do you? I'm almost done.” He finishes the workout with the weights and look at you. “Hey, since you're here, can you help me?”

If you accept, he will ask you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. When he's done, he's all sweaty and you hand him a towel to dry off.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Hes smiles. “What did you want to show me?”

You say it was just a new trick you learned. You snap your fingers and a bottle of fresh water appears levitating in the air. You hand it to him.

“Oh, cool! And thanks! My bottle was getting empty already.” He drinks the entire bottle in almost one gulp. “And now I'm hungry. Do you want to come with me?”

You say you just want to do one more thing before that, snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears above your heads.

“Hm?” He looks at you apologetically. “Thanks, but I don't think you should eat mistletoe, I know it's poisonous.” But then he realizes. “Oh! Wait! Mistletoe?” He blushes a little and smiles a lot. “The kiss, ha ha. Sorry, I didn't remember.”

He kisses you like it's the most natural thing. But as soon as he pulls away, he licks his lips.

“I also forgot how good your kisses tasted... Can I kiss you more? I can eat later...” The more kisses he gives you, the hungrier they become.

Belphie was sleeping in the attic. You approach him to try to wake him up, but it seemed like he could sense your presence. He slightly opened one of his eyes to look at you and smile.

“Hi, (Y/N)~” He says in that lazy, sleepy voice of his. He stretches out one of his arms, opening them for a hug. “Did you come take a nap with me?”

You say you can join him, but after you show him something. He gets curious and you ask him to sit on the bed. He does and you sit next to him. You snap your fingers and a little cow plush appears levitating. He gives you that lazy laugh of his.

“How cute. Is it for me?"

You confirm and give him the little plush as a gift.

“Thanks. But you know, it seems lonely. Why don't you give it a friend?” He sees that you look a little confused. “Like, I don’t know, a little sheep maybe?” He smiles.

You snap your fingers again and a pink sheep plush appears. Belphie picks up the two stuffed animals and places them side by side on the bed.

“Cute. Now why don't we keep them company?”

But you say there's one more thing you wanted to show him. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. I was actually thinking about doing the same to you eventually. But I'm glad it was you who did it.”

He leans in and kisses you lazily but lovingly. You feel his arms wrap around you and suddenly he pulls you so you can lie down on the bed with him.

Diavolo was in the Demon Lord's Castle, more precisely in an office dealing with some paperwork. Barbatos welcomed you, took you to Diavolo and then asked permission to go and leave the two of you alone.

Diavolo smiled the second he saw you and when Barbatos closed the door he sighed in relief.

“You are my salvation.” Diavolo tells you. “I've been dealing with bureaucracies for Christmas celebrations all day.”

“You should take a break then. Let me try to help with that.”

You snap your fingers and a cup of tea made by Barbatos appears levitating. You carefully pick up the teacup and place it on the desk. Diavolo gives you that loud laugh of his.

“Ha ha ha! Barbatos said he would make me tea. Did you use that trick to teleport the teacup here? I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. Thank you. But I would like you to join me and there is only one cup of tea.”

A small portal appears near you and above the desk. You just see Barbatos' arms come out of it with a cup of tea and place it on the table. Then the same with a teapot and a sugar bowl before the portal closes. Diavolo laughs heartily again and invites you to have tea with him.

After tea, he doesn't hide his sadness at seeing the time for you to leave arrive. He thanks you for the visit but it is when you say that you haven't done what you came there to do yet. This brings the smile back to his face and piques his curiosity.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. Now not only does he have a huge smile, he's also blushing slightly.

“You truly are a box of surprises.”

He leans in, cups your face and kisses you sweetly and lovingly. The kind of kiss that already misses you.

“Do you really need to go?” He asks after the kiss and puts his arms around you. “I can take the rest of the day off for you.”

Barbatos was taking care of his duties in the Demon Lord's Castle, as usual. You go there and, as expected, he is the one who welcomes you.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)” He smiles. “It's always a pleasure to have you. To what do we owe your visit today?”

You say you are there precisely to see him and to show him something.

“Truly? Well, I'm honored. And what would you like to show me?”

You don't want to waste too much of his time, so you decide to get straight to the point. You tell him it's nothing special, just a little trick you recently learned. You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He chuckles.

“Simple spells can also be charming to watch, and you just proved it. But your choice of object and its position seem to be part of the real reason you came to show me this trick. Am I correct?”

You give him a guilty smile and he chuckles again.

“And you know that it will be my pleasure to carry out this tradition with you.” He leans in, gently holds your chin with his fingertips and kisses you gently and delicately.

Luke wanted to make Christmas sweets from all the three worlds and asked for your help to make sweets from the Human world.

You were helping him in the kitchen and decided to use your new spell to bring the ingredients and utensils to you, also as a way of training. Sometimes you get it right the first try, other times something close but different appears, like a kitchen roll instead of a wooden spoon, or pepper instead of salt.

When you got it right Luke would give you an encouraging smile of congratulations. When you got the wrong object or ingredient, you would both laughed together.

“It was close.” He will tell you with a cute smile. “Try again! I know you'll get it right this time.”

But one of those times, you were thinking about the possibility of using this trick to get a kiss from someone, so you ended up getting distracted while summoning the ingredient and a sprig of mistletoe appeared levitating above your heads instead.

Luke blushed immediately and laughed awkwardly. You give him a kiss on the cheek and he gets even more flustered.

“Hey, but I shouldn't be the only one getting a kiss.” He stands on tiptoe and kisses your cheek back. He's still blushing, but smiling.

Simeon was in his room in Purgatory Hall. You went to visit him and he paused writing a new book to give you the attention you deserved.

“You came all the way here just to show me a new trick you learned? He he. I'm flattered that you did all this just to share something with me.” He smiles sweetly. “Now I'm looking forward to seeing what it is.”

You say it's nothing that special, just a silly little spell.

“It's okay. I'll be happy to see anything you would like to show me.”

You snap your fingers and a quill pen appears levitating. Simeon was surprised. You pick up the quill pen and hand it to him.

“Oh, is this a gift for me?” He gives you a charming smile. “Thank you! The feather is beautiful. I'll test it out as soon as I get back to writing my book. ... No, no, of course you didn't interrupt me. I would stop anything I could be doing for you.”

You say you just wanted to show him one more thing with that trick. You snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He laughs and blushes slightly.

“You truly are generous in giving me two gifts: a new quill pen and a kiss from you. I am truly blessed to have you in my life.”

He comes close to you, places one hand on your lower back and the other caresses your face as he looks at you affectionately. His kiss is extremely sweet and loving.

Solomon was the one who taught you this spell and you were training with him in his room. He was enjoying watching you, regardless of whether your attempt went well or not.

The first few times you tried that trick you failed, and Solomon laughed, you just didn't know if it was with you or at you. After you started to perfect your technique he started to congratulate you and tell you that you are doing a great job. You started feeling mischievous, wanting to get revenge for his laughter at the beginning.

You snap your fingers and the glass of water that was on his desk appears above his head. The glass flips over, but he uses an impermeable charm at the last second as if it were the most casual and easy thing ever. He picked the glass to place it safely on the table again and got up from the couch, smiling.

“I sometimes forget how naughty you can be. Hmm? Upset that you couldn't pull the prank on me? Ha ha ha. Sorry, but seeing you pout is really cute. I couldn't resist.”

You turn your back to him pretending to be really upset. He gets closer to you and if you let him, he will hug you from behind.

“Aww, don't be mad at me.” He kisses your cheek. “You wouldn't want me to go too easy on you either, would you? It's so much better to see you actually surpassing me for real.”

You snap your fingers again, he looks up and sees a sprig of mistletoe hovering above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. See? You outsmarted me instead. I really have a great apprentice.”

He breaks the hug and you turn to him. After all that fun he couldn't contain himself and hugged you tightly again while kissing you passionately.

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[rosinchenbroetchen]

"Drowning in your sweetness"

~drabbles and headcanons about the brothers and their adorable MC~

Word count: ~4.3k

or: traits the brothers find cute (personality-focused), crossposted on ao3

gn! reader, sfw, fluff

Lucifer

✿ He finds it adorable to see someone he cares about tie their shoes using the bunny-ear method.

✿ Something about this way of tying one's shoes reminds him of childhood; since this method is the easiest, you teach it to the children first.

✿ Childish. Lucifer struggles to remember what he was like in his young years, but he does remember seeing his little brothers grow up into adolescents. They were pure, with their large eyes and naive trust in him.

✿ Any memory of childhood tugs at his heartstrings, thinking back to how easy his brothers thought everything was, how optimistic they'd be.

✿ Tying your shoes with this method should not prompt him to get so sentimental, seeing as the action itself has little to do with childish innocence.

✿ Still, when you're done tying your shoes, you don't miss the way he holds you closer, as if warding off any evil that may corrupt you.

Straightening his back, Lucifer waited as you tied your shoes.

Most would assume his pose to mean that he was impatient or annoyed, but you knew better. Anytime his schedule (and sanity) allowed an outing like this, he felt almost giddy while his stress levels sunk to an all-time low.

There was no tight schedule, the reservation he'd made in the restaurant was in one hour. Enough time to watch idly as his darling tied their shoes...

"One bunny ear, and now make a second one."

Lucifer watched as Mammon used his small hands to clumsily form two differently-sized bunny ears with the laces of his white shoes.

"Good. Now, tie a knot with them."

In his concentrated state, his little brother stuck his tongue out, trying his very best to tie the ears together.

"I got it!"

Loud, innocent laughter rang through his ears, putting a smile on his usually stoic face.

"Good job, Mammon."

The knot was messy and would sure come undone in a few minutes. Still, the joy his brother felt made him forget all about that, simply happy for his proud sibling.

What was this feeling? Was it nostalgia? He'd experienced it countless times after all, yet the aftertaste was never so sweet. This slice of childhood hadn't been taken from him yet, but instead placed right in front of him.

The same sparkle he'd seen in his brother's eyes was now in yours as you stood up, although for a different reason it was no less magical in the way it made him feel.

"Shall we, then?"

Lucifer refrained from commenting on the way you tied your shoes, hoping that you'd hold onto this trait for the rest of your days. Selfishly, he wished to feel this way again, the way he felt all those years ago.

Ever so slightly, his grip on your arm tightened protectively.

Mammon

✿ He finds it adorable when MC asks for his help with something. It could be something big or something small, but especially big favors make him feel needed.

✿ He wants, no needs to be the one you go to for help before anyone else. He's your first, after all.

✿ He won't miss his chance to remind you that you now owe him, but he barely ever asks for anything in return- nothing more than a little affection or a night out. Feeling needed is already enough.

✿ Of course, though, his greed knows no bounds. He will be offering help anywhere he can. Not because he thinks you're incompetent, but rather he really wants to hear you thank him, maybe even with a kiss.

Thank you

✿ The words are very simple, but not something he hears come out of someone's mouth often, at least genuinely.

✿ It means the world to him, but don't think you'll ever hear that.

The Avatar of Greed had a thing for being praised, as you'd found during all the time you two had spent together.

A simple "that was so cool" or "woah, you're strong!" was enough to make his flush burn down to his neck, turning away as he pretended to be unaffected.

It was quite cute, how he had started doing you favors, claiming he didn't want you to do anything wrong. In truth, though, it became apparent that his persistence came from a place of longing, longing for your praise and affirmation.

Just to see that confident smile again, you decided to start asking him for favors more frequently. Oftentimes, they were small things like carrying something, helping you retrieve a lost item or get to a room in the school you weren't able to locate. The latter had only been attempted once, as Mammon's sense of direction did not extend to places he didn't enjoy, including the school. This meant that you'd made your History teacher wait for a solid 15 minutes as you and Mammon aimlessly wandered the vast halls of the academy.

A chuckle escaped you, watching as Mammon directed his face at the sky, eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of big snowflakes melting on his tan, warm skin.

"The human world can be pretty amazin'."

"You like the snow?"

"Mh."

Mammon inhaled deeply, caught up in the moment. It was unlike him to be so still, but you knew there was no need to worry.

You tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, which you were sure had not been paid for using his own money, wanting to get back to the mansion and warm up.

"Come on, I'm freezing over here!"

"Yeah, yeah. 'm coming."

Smirking mischievously, you snuck a hand up to his exposed neck, touching the warm vein with icy hands.

The second-born yelped and jerked away from your touch, looking almost offended.

"Akh! The hell's that for?"

You received a light shove from him when your response was heartfelt laughter.

"To remind you that my fingers are close to freezing off!"

Taking his arm, you made your way back to the mansion. After a few steps, you spotted a large puddle of melted snow and looked to the ground to avoid it.

As you did so, an undone shoelace on your boots came into view, making your movements halt.

"Wait a sec!"

Getting down on one knee, you were soon forced to realize that there was no point in trying to tie your shoelaces. With hands frozen into an almost-solid block, they were about as useful as your feet when it came to task that required precision.

With a slight flush that was not due to the cold but rather embarrassment, you stood back up, sheepishly looking at Mammon.

"Could you...tie my shoelaces? My hands are kinda useless right now."

As always, he was painfully easy to read. White eyebrows were raised slightly while his eyes widened, his expression akin to a puppy.

Very quickly though, the demon composed himself.

"Whatever, human. Can't do nothin' on yer own, huh?"

Before bending down, Mammon took a last look at your face, silently relieved to find that you didn't seem to be offended by his words, or rather fooled by what he said. You were already aware that the demon would rather not get sappy despite being a true romantic at heart.

His actions spoke loud and clear enough.

And so, Mammon got down on one knee to tie your shoe, making one bunny ear, then a second. Slender, elegant fingers adorned with the finest jewelry made quick work of your small problem, and they did so with pride.

He found pride in doing quite literally anything if it was for you, the strange human that had wormed itself into his heart. He did not mind making himself smaller than you like this, knowing you would never take advantage of him in his vulnerable moments. If not for the public space, he may have even been tempted to hug your legs and shut his eyes if you allowed him to. Any way of showing his love, although it would embarrass him to admit to his feelings directly, was alright with him if it allowed you to see even the tip of the iceberg that was his adoration for you.

"All done, treasure."

He rose back to his feet, and although his lips did not reveal it, Mammon's blue eyes shone with pride and affection for you.

"Let's go back," the demon added as he grabbed your hand, "Don't want ya to freeze."

Although you'd been exaggerating for dramatic effect, Mammon may have taken your words literally. And so, not wasting any time, you were dragged along to the comfort of what had been your second home for a long time now.

Leviathan

✿ While he cannot see his own ramblings as anything but annoying and pathetic, Levi could listen to MC ramble on about any topic forever.

✿ Aside from being a big fan of rambling himself, even more so with someone he trusts not to find this side of him weird, Levi is one of the most active listeners.

✿ He knows how it feels when someone is not willing to listen to his rants because they haven't played the game or watched the show he's talking about.

✿ So, because he wants to see that fiery glow in your eyes, and because he could not possibly get enough of your voice, Leviathan will lean his head on his hand, or preferably your shoulder, and allow you to guide all of his attention to whatever topic you're interested in sharing.

✿ He's a rather quiet listener, but that does not mean that he is uninterested. Rather, Levi feels that your voice casts a calming spell on his otherwise anxiously beating heart. He basks in your excitement, never wanting this moment to end.

The glass of Henry's fish tank was cool, making you jerk back after it came into contact with your bare skin.

Leviathan chuckled nervously at your reaction and used his scaly tail to pull your comforter over your shoulders.

"Thanks."

This time, you could comfortably lean back and close your eyes, hiding your excitement at the proposal of your first sleepover in years.

The Devildom, the seven brothers, a demonic king that was much nicer than you'd expect, everything was new to you.

You found comfort in the shreds of familiarity you found in what you knew from the human world, holding on tight for a sense of normalcy.

You turned to anime and video games, downloading them on your DDD. Most of the games were supposed to be played on a better device, as made evident by the choice you had to make between rendering quality and extreme lag, but they were better than nothing.

Any money you received, which was all a small sum of pocket money from Lucifer as you were too afraid to search for a job where you had to be on your own, surrounded by demons, was spent on DVDs from animes that looked promising.

Levi caught on after some time, figuring out that the reason you were so immersed with what was happening on your DDD had been a video game he frequently played on his PC.

It took a few weeks before Levi was able to muster up the courage to ask someone (who he had thought of as a normie, only for them to turn out to be a fan of anime and video games, just like him!) if they were interested in watching an anime with him.

And although the third born had been a stuttering mess, unable to remember the sentences he had rehearsed thoroughly, you agreed!

A few awkward get-togethers where the two of you watched animes or played fun games had led to an earnest friendship. The bond you two had developed over shared interests grew as the initial awkwardness faded.

It was you who initiated a sleepover, old memories of building blanket forts, laughing until your stomach hurt and watching movies until late at night had evoked a sense of nostalgia and longing.

With Leviathan so close, it was not only excitement running through your body, but nervousness, which you felt as a tingling sensation.

Only the two of you, sharing a massive blanket as you watched the credits roll, accompanied by one of Levi's favorite anime endings.

He cleared his throat as the laptop went dark.

"So, uh, what did you think?"

Just like that, Levi laid the foundation for a conversation that possibly lasted for hours, but you weren't sure how quickly or slowly time was running nor did you care to keep track. You discussed the best soundtracks the anime had to offer, then the best characters and voice acting.

"Speaking of," you added, "the male lead, he reminds me of this game I played back in the human world. He's one of my favorite characters."

Before you knew it, you were a good 10 minutes into a rant about the game you held so close to your heart, explaining all of the context, drifting off further and further.

"Ah, I've been talking so much!"

Embarrassed, you looked towards the demon. While you expected faint annoyance or boredom, nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were met with:

Leviathan's eyes glowed faintly, emitting a warm, orange light. His head rested on his knees, and his tail.... His tail had slowly wrapped around your wrist, caressing your smooth skin with its scaly surface.

He was invested, to say the least, but there was something else that you weren't quite able to put your finger on...

Before you could ponder the idea further, Leviathan moved his head and straightened up. Unbeknownst to you, he was thankful for the only source of light being a cool, turquoise color from the large fishtank. It hid his blush well.

"No, no. Keep talking. Please."

Satan

✿ Satan finds it adorable when MC is someone who cannot lie/ is very bad at it

✿ Much like Lucifer, he finds the purity of such a trait very endearing. What distinguishes him from Lucifer in that regard, however, is that he doesn't have any memories of a better time in the way any of his brothers do. Instead, seeing someone exhibit such 'innocent' behavior is rather new for him.

✿ Despite not being used to someone he's close to being quite literally unable to lie, Satan finds that he quite likes it. Something about how shy you get when you do not want to or cannot say the truth, your eyes wandering anywhere but his face as your cheeks are dusted pink, it makes his heart jump.

✿ The sight is enough to make him forgive you for anything you may have been trying to (unsuccessfully) hide from him.

No need to be shy. I can't be mad at you when you're so cute. I've never met someone who can't lie before.

✿ Knowing you can only be honest with him feels refreshing to know, remember that him chuckling is not meant to be received as mockery but rather his way of saying that you're the most adorable company he's had aside from stray cats.

✿ Sadly, though, he can't use you to prank Lucifer, seeing as his older brother would notice immediately.

Sharing a book with Satan feels more intimate than you would think.

Shoulder to shoulder and arm to arm, you peer down at the pages, absorbing their content with curiosity. Being a fast reader, Satan usually waits a few moments until he knows you are done reading to flip the page.

His glare felt piercing yet you cannot help but like the attention he pays to your concentrated form.

In your peripheral vision, Satan's eyes are focused on only you, your reactions to the words and their meaning. A smile graces his features whenever you connect the dots to a murder mystery or gasp at an exciting plot twist.

This evening, however, your eyes seem to show less interest than normal. Your lack of complaint convinces Satan that it may have had another cause, brushing the thought aside.

"It is getting rather late, let us stop at this chapter."

Careful and diligent, Satan placed the book onto a small stack, then asked:

"How did you like it? It's been one of my favourites lately."

"Uh, well..."

Your demeanor shifts, previously calm but now a hint of nervousness in your tone. You look away, shaking your head as you do.

"...No, not really."

To your surprise, laughter fills the room a moment later, and a hand pats your back. Satan can't help his amusement at your strangely honest nature. Even such a small thing is nothing you could manage to lie about.

His short laughter is not only prompted by amusement, however. Instead, there is a sense of relief and ease when around you. Truthfulness is rare goods in the Devildom. Demons use lies to twist the truth, to cause chaos and for their own selfish desires.

Around you, the wariness with which he approaches any conversation is unnecessary, to be tossed aside.

"Don't be embarrassed. It's a good thing you're so honest."

Asmodeus

✿ Asmo loves it when MC has a face that shows a lot of expression (idk how to word it)

✿ There's a beauty to not thinking about the expressions you're making, but rather to let feelings take over.

✿ Unlike Asmodeus', none of your expressions are perfectly calculated or meticulously studied in front of a mirror.

✿ A crooked smile, unflattering angle or strange-looking expression is none of your worries, and Asmodeus does not know whether to envy or adore this trait.

✿ Additionally, Asmodeus enjoys how earnest all the emotions on your face are. Your face does not reflect what others want it to, but is rather a view into your mind, how you feel and what you're thinking about.

✿ Asmodeus trusts you a lot for this reason, because your face never lies.

His eyelashes, perfectly curled and styled, fluttered up and down like a butterfly. Eyelids colorful and creatively blended, the bold swirls amazed you. His handiwork was clean and neat.

Naturally, your eyes were all over him, a smile graced your lips in admiration and enjoyment.

His grace, beauty and charm blended together nicely, reflected in his choice in clothing and makeup.

"Ah, you like it!"

With a laugh of his own, perfected in every way, whether it was pitch or duration, Asmodeus went in for a hug.

"Your face speaks a thousand words. It's adorable!"

His slender fingers, comfortingly warm, took ahold of your equally warm cheeks and squished them ever so slightly.

"You think so?"

Amazed, sparkling eyes gazed into his, a wide grin spread on your face. There was a certain shyness to your gaze, needing reassurance as you requested him to repeat those sweet words, amplified by your eyebrows, raised in confusion. This face is one that deserves to be immortalized in only the most exwuisite canvases, each stroke of the brush building up to the creation of a true masterpiece.

None of the expressions were planned or intentional, you let your feelings reign instead.

And to Asmodeus, you were the most utterly perfect being to ever be in his presence.

Beelzebub

✿ A ticklish MC may bring out his teasing side.

✿ He finds you too cute when you squeak or laugh at a simple touch.

✿ Beel would brush a hand against your neck or underarms, chuckling when you react with a giggle.

✿ Playful retorts from your end are met with him acting clueless, though a knowing smirk betrays the false innocence.

✿ Beelzebub knows to not take it too far, however. If you tell him to stop, he does so immediately. He wants you to trust him, and how will you do that if he crosses your boundaries?

You were close to drifting off, mouth slightly agape and eyes shut tightly.

Beel's embrace helped to increase your comfort, his strong arms both like a weighed and heated blanket.

He monitored you intently, a hand on your pulse point and his head on your chest. He felt your steady breathing and slowing heart rate, which did wonders for his own ability to sleep.

Suddenly, though, there was a sensation making you squirm and giggle. Your heart rate sped up, and so did your breathing. Your human body was so responsive to even the smallest sensations.

With his hands under your shirt, wanting to feel your body's warmth, their movement was tickling your sides.

"Beel, that tickles!"

His own head lifted from the pillow, Beel sheepishly smiled and apologized, ceasing any movement of his hands that made you giggle.

It was adorable, how you squirmed and laughed, cheeks flushed. However, your sleep was a priority. With a smirk, Beel decided he'd use this newfound knowledge the next day.

When you awoke, Beel was already up and about, slipping into his well-worn uniform.

"Ah, morning. Sleep well?"

Nodding your tired head, you stretched groggily, mentally preparing to get out of bed.

You were willing to stand up and prepare for a new school day, but your body simply didn't cooperate.

"Mh. Five more minutes."

Cuddling into the cushions, you overestimated the safety you were in.

"Need help getting up?"

With a disgruntled noise, you, once again, buried your body deeper into the blankets.

Out of the blue, two strong hands slipped beneath the blanket, grabbing your sides.

"Beel, wait-"

Loud laughter filled the room, the melodious sound brought a smile to the demon's face. You squirmed to no avail as a flush colored your face.

Beel continued for a few seconds, burning the image into the depths of his mind, then ceased his onslaught.

This moment was beautiful, your heaving chest, the shine in your eyes, a hint of rebellion seeping through.

"Thats was mean!"

"Awake now?"

Belphegor

✿ Belphegor has a soft spot for a selfless MC.

✿ At first, he would see your selflessness as a weakness, one that he could exploit beautifully.

✿ As you grew closer, however, the demon could not forget about what he had done. Your unwavering selflessness puzzled him to no end, especially when directed at him.

✿ If you manage to convince him that there is truly nothing you wish for in return, he will start to be less tense and instead grow to appreciate and adore your behaviour.

✿ You remind him of his brother in this regard, pure and innocent despite the horrors you had witnessed.

✿ Anytime you offer your kindness to someone while he's around, trust him to personally judge whether or not they're worthy of it. If he senses that they're taking advantage of you, he will make sure they will never be stupid enough to try again.

✿ oftentimes, you're met with a "you're too kind", laced with sarcasm, if you do something nice for anyone out of kindness. He doesn't just say this, but he genuinely means it. He doesn't see why you do kind things without anything in return.

✿ although he finds you strange, don't expect him to protest when you're so nice to him. He'll gladly accept if you make his bed, hand him gifts or take over his kitchen duties when he's drifted off to sleep, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Hair disheveled, eyes sleepy and almost closed, Belphegor slowly makes his way to your room. Of course, his constant companion, the cow-print pillow, is loosely gripped in his arms.

He can sleep anywhere, but there are places he prefers to rest. And the ever so selfless exchange student would never have the heart to turn him down.

He'd feel bad for using their kindness, but he's not asking for a lot, is he?

With a yawn that many would consider rude, Belphegor enters your room.

"Can I-"

The demon's eyes widen, taking in the state of your room. Schoolwork strewn all over the desk, Belphegor doesn't recognize all of the classes to be yours.

Annoyance floods through him immediately, yet he holds back his wave of emotions.

Your little head rests on the many papers, deep circles under your eyes. Stained with ink, your hands support your head as you slumber, providing little comfort in the less-than ideal position. Like this, you remind him of Lucifer in his office, with his seemingly neverending stacks of documents. You, however, are a much more fragile being than the Demon Lord, a delicate body and sensitive psyche. You aren't able to endure such hard, endless work for more than a few days at most.

Scowling as he steps closer, Belphegor sees the names of others in your handwriting. The papers he can see include potions class, history and many more buried underneath.

If not for the cause of your small nap, Belphegor might have been enamored, tempted, even. Tempted to delve deep into your dreamscapes and appear in it himself. To have the most beautiful adventures during a time of rest.

Stirring, you are close to awakening, having sensed the door being opened and closed. Uncharacteristically fast, Belphegor is by your side, a clawed hand on your head pulls you back into a deep slumber. Strong yet lazy, he lifts your body only to release his hold once you're on your bed.

"I've told you so many times. They don't deserve your kindness."

Disgust floods through his veins at his own mention of those lesser demons, hairs on his neck moving to stand up as he sneers.

A satisfied sigh rips Belphegor out of his trance. It worked. You're sound asleep and dreaming well, in the comfort of your bed.

"Always time for them later."

Another loud yawn reminds him of the reason he sought you out in the first place, and promptly, he snuggles under the covers with you.

Although he hates how easy it is to exploit you, there's a hint of sweetness in this bitter trait, showing that you're simply not made for such a depraved society.

"You're too good for this world."

[antheshewro]

Levi Ackerman headcanon — (My) analysis on his intimacy

Each time I wander around Tumblr and I read about how AOT fans picture Levi in a sexual context, I see a lot of fanfictions of him being a dom and a master of sex—very dominant, rough, knows every single position in bed. Given that I respect people's personal headcanons when it comes to characters since those aren't absolutely hurtful to anyone, I felt like sharing my own headcanons on his sexuality.

If we read the manga and analyze Levi's background, there's nothing that tells us that he's a virgin or not. Unless Isayama would say he is (I don't think he specified it, correct me if I'm wrong), there's a big question mark on that matter. What I do believe is that Levi knows about sex. He is, to me, like Sheldon Cooper from The Big bang theory: he knows the basics. The media shows him as a bookworm, which leads me to think that some of his knowledge on that subject came from books that he read during his life. I do picture him as one that he began to read to fight against the picture he had about himself, as an Underground resident; later in life, he began to read because he enjoyed it and it relaxed him.

That being said, just like Sheldon Cooper approached the topic of sex, flirting and dating, Levi knows how men and women would flirt and the purpose behind it for example. He mostly sees it from his comrades and the people in the Underground, but even though he recognizes a certain flirty comment or attitude, it's just that. It's like he would talk about it like he's reading from a manual. That doesn't mean he lacks affection, he's one that always showed that he cares in his own way.

Here it comes the topic of sex. I previously stated that we don't know if Levi is a virgin or not unless Isayama makes it canon. In my honest opinion, he is. During all his life and since he was a kid living and growing up in the Underground, he mostly focused on surviving, filling his stomach and not getting physically abused (just like in the Bad Boy chapter). An important detail, however, is that his mother Kuchel was a prostitute. Now, houses in the Underground were surely cramped and small; think about when Kenny found little Levi, that house was surely small. Or even the scene in Bad Boy where he makes tea; that house most likely had a bedroom, kitchen and living room altogether. If it had other rooms, those were as small as ever. A kitchen that if two people fit inside would get stuck, or a bathroom that was a stall.

When Kuchel had her clients inside her house, I firmly believe she tried to protect her son by letting him hide somewhere. Little Levi learned to recognize the moments where his mother had to work, hiding in a spot where the men she "welcomed" there wouldn't see him or else, they'd leave and that meant no money. No lunch nor dinner. Or worse, some sick men would try to have his way with him (remember in Bad Boy when those men talked about him having the same "skills" as his mother and wanted to sell him? Also, he didn't seem to be unaware about what they were talking about. That means Levi knew about what his mom's job was).

Kuchel would teach little Levi to hide, cover his ears and wait until she was done. But sometimes, as we know, men are brutal with prostitutes. She got some violent ones, and as much as she tried to keep quiet, Levi would hear her. And when he would see how those men were doing to poor Kuchel, he got traumatized. He heard their lewd words, their slurs and curses, and that got Levi permanently traumatized. From that moment on, he would see sex as violence, pain, something hurtful. No matter if he would educate himself on the matter, the wounds would always be fresh. He got so sick of that scenery, that it was like something switched in him. With him joining the Scouts and everything he went through while being a soldier, he – of course – focused on his job and the people he unfortunately lost up until the final battle.

In terms of approach to his own sexual desires, I see him being conflicted. He's a man, a human being; he got aroused at least once, to me. But that would be it. He knows what his body is trying to tell him, but indulging in self pleasure would be just because he feels too overwhelmed by it. As if he feels itchy and needs to scratch.

He surely had women flirting and throwing themselves at him. Just like he said to Zeke, he had a few successes with ladies. But that didn't mean he slept with them; again, he could recognize he was popular and some shamelessly drooled after him. He knows what dates are (he said, somewhere in the manga, "hot titan date" which if we want to be obnoxiously meticulous, that means he knows what a date is. Oh well).

This is just a little rant and random headcanon I wanted to share after quite a long time of pondering if it was a good idea or not. Once more: that's just my personal headcanon on Levi. Feel free to agree, disagree or share your own if you want 🩵

[heartfullofleeches]

heyo—.ᐟ kinda curious bout which of the clowns in the murder clown gang are like, idk, ass or thighs type of clown for little ol' mimey?

and was also wondering how they would react to mime darling trying out some new outfits, like these ones I made ↓↓↓

PS … really, idk which outfit to draw so here's my little interpretation of mine darling .ᐟ anyways- hope you have a nice day/night .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) +hope you like the doodles >:]

"No comment." <- (Can't put any real thought into the question or they'll get to flustered)

"Thighs - best hand-warmers know to man. Mimey can use those thighs to warm up somethin' else, but that's private."

"Personality is most important, but I do enjoy feeling their rear pressed against me when we cuddle... Perhaps, I should've kept that to myself"

"Whichever they can use to suffocate me better-"

"Ass! No, thighs.... B...both? Wahhh- Please don't make me choose! Every inch of mimey is precious and I just want to kiss them all over..."

"Don't matter long as they'll put either on my face...and let me have a little nibble. Since it's mimey we're talking about I wouldn't even break their skin"

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They'd all think Mime Darling looks absolutely adorable in their new outfit - as do I. Red doesn't know how to give compliments without sounding like a weirdo - which isn't all bad as Pink and Blue are happy to shower Mime in the praise and adoration they deserve. Green and Orange are drooling at that sneak of their thighs and Purple.... probably best not to talk about what they're up to currently, but they approve as well.

(I absolutely love them, your mime darling is so cute! Thanks for sharing this cutie with us ❤️🤡

[chloe-skywalker]

The Good Out Of The Bad - Cedric Diggory

Cedric x Fem!Reader Malfoy

Warnings: parents disowning child

Word count: 999

Summary: Being disowned by the Malfoys, Y/n goes to her boyfriend Cedrics home. The Diggorys are more than welcoming.

Authors Note: For sake of the story Cedrics moms alive. I don't know if she's alive or dead, they don't say in the movies and I haven’t read the books. Part 2? Maybe a run in with the Malfoys? Or he proposes? Or they go over to invite the Malfoys to their wedding? Comment below which one you’d like or should it be all of those.

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Y/n had possibly had the worst day of her life and all she wanted right now was Cedric. It was a long journey but she needed him right now. Once Y/n reached the Diggory residence she knocked on the front door.

“Y/n? What's wrong?” Cedric answered the door, shocked to see his girlfriend on the other side, soaked from the pouring rain. With her face red and blotchy.

“I was kicked out.” She hiccuped looking up at him with more tears gathering up in her eyes.

“Come in sweetheart. Its way to cold out.” Cedric’s mother says once she saw the girl she thought of as a daughter, having come to check on Cedric at the door. The older woman rushed Y/n into their home having her and Cedric sit on the couch. Cedric's mother and father joining them in the living room.

“What happened Y/n/n?” Cedric asked, wrapping a towel and a big heavy blanket around her trying to make sure she doesn’t get sick. He pulled her close into his side to comfort and protect her.

“I've been disowned. Name burned off of the family tree and everything.” Y/n told them with a shaky voice and a shiver. Whether it was from being drenched in the rain or the vent’;s she experienced with her family they didn’t know. But the guess was both.

Cedric rubbed a hand up and down her back trying to provide her with as much comfort as possible.

His parents were shocked to hear her words. How could they, then again something similar happened to Sirius Black back when they were younger.

“Why?” Cedric ask’s, curiously and angry at whatever reason they could give to do this to their own daughter.

“I disagreed on some views my father hold’s, and he decided that if I didn’t agree then I’m no longer a part of the Malfoy family.” Y/n took a deep breath as she told them she didn’t want to cry anymore. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” She apologizes to Cedric and his parents not wanting to be a burden.

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart.” Cedric's mom shakes her head, heartbreaking for the girl.

“You're always welcome in our home.” Cedric's dad tells her they'd never turn her away, especially after what she just went through.

“Thank you.” Y/n sends them an appreciative smile leaning into Cedric’s embrace.

“You can stay here for as long as you want.” Cedric's mother tells her as she notices Y/n relaxing into her son’s arms.

“I don’t want to be a burden.” Y/n shake’s her head looking at Cedric’s mom.

“You could never be a burden.” Cedric’s dad tells her not wanting her to think she was being a burden.

“Thank you.” Y/n nodds before leaving to go to the bathroom.

“Why would she think she’s a burden staying here?” His mother asked Cedric once hearing the bathroom door shut.

Cedric sighed sadly looking at his parents knowing they were gonna hate his explanation. “Her father- Luscious always called Y/n and Draco burdens. So it’s something she’s been told her whole life. She’s used to it.”

“That's not right.” His dad was appalled at hearing this.

“She’s welcome to stay her for as long as she want’s.” His mother tells him also appalled and upset that they would treat Y/n so poorly. No wonder she never wanted to be home.

“I’ll make sure she knows. And probably have to remind her.” Cedric nodd’s happy to hear that but also knowing she’d be safe with them helped washed away his worry. With that Cedruc got up to make sure Y/n was okay.

“We’ve always loved her.” Cedric’s mom smiled at her son as he left the room.

“Like a daughter.” His dad smiled at his wife, resting a hand on her shoulder standing next to her.

“She’s family.” his wife stated, an unspoken agreement between them that the girl would become even more a part of their family now than she already was.

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Over the summer Cedric’s parents got to watch their son's relationship and behavior over the weeks and found it interesting to watch their son in his relationship. They got to see the two young adult’s grow even closer and their love grow bigger.

“We did a good job.” Cedric’s mother stated about how they raised their son.

“Yes we did.” His dad agreed watching beside his wife.

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“Thank you for letting me stay all summer Mr. and Mrs Diggory.” Y/n thanked her boyfriend's parents with a smile having enjoyed her summer with them. They treated her like she was their daughter, their own flesh and blood.The way a family should be is what Y/n thought. But now it was time for them to go back to school for their final year. They were currently at the train station.

“It was a pleasure having you my dear.” Cedric’s dad hugged her after hugging his son, they enjoyed having her with them all the time she was the daughter they never had.

“We can’t wait to have you both back for christmas.” Cedric’s mom says excited and already missing the both of them. She hugged both of them at the same time.

Y/n smiled hugging her back just as tight. She loved being with the Diggory’s it was a big contrast to what she grew up with and she loved it. “I can’t wait.”

It was time for Cedric and Y/n to board the train. As they did they waved back at his parent’s before heading off hand in hand to find a seat together.

“I hope he marry’s her someday.” Cedric’s mother said out loud as she hugged her husband as they watched the train leave. Cedric’s dad let out an airy laugh even though he knew she was being completely honest and he hoped for the same thing in the future.

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[steppenwolfslair]

My probably very unpopular opinion is that i don’t want a KCD3 with Henry or one that has anything to do with those characters and plots.

I think KCD2 finished things off very nicely, i think they tied the ribbon on a lot of things especially Henry’s story. I think you can follow and imagine the historical events well enough in your head or make up something else entirely. We know this is how Henry’s story was planned from the beginning, KCD1 literally flows into the second game while the second game goes “i don’t know what do you think Henry wants? What do YOU want to happen?” and I personally really enjoy that.

I know Hansry fans want that angsty ending and more to them specifically and I get it completely but whole game wise? They would have to account for a lot of things which would be hard to pull off or feel contradictory to the way you have ended your game and played as Henry. They'd have to throw things away probably or hollow them out to fit a larger narrative, reduce characters again to short cameos (and there are a lot at this point). To me it would feel forced.

Hansry especially would be difficult to fully implement and i fear would disappoint overall because remember a lot of people don’t romance Hans (we are in a lovely queer bubble here folks but it’s a bubble nonetheless).

They’d also have to find a whole new dumb way to nerf Henry and push him off a cliff again or something.

If there is to be a third game or something adjacent let it be its own new great thing.

They said Henry’s story is supposed to be done with KCD 2 but who knows, with the success of the second game maybe they make a third one with him but I would be disappointed.

In a time where we drag every franchise out until it becomes a husk of itself, let good things end.

ADDED:

Also you can disagree with me, i do think my opinion is a largely minority one. Sort of the point of an actual unpopular opinion. I really don’t feel like debating it in comments when i gave all my reasonings pretty clearly so just… make your own post or something please and thank you. Not trying to be passive aggressive or anything but no one is trying to or will change anyones mind here so if you heavily disagree or want to debate go find someone else. My blog most certainly isn’t an open forum where i will steadfastly defend all my personal opinions, I will delete comments or block annoying people instantly.

(yes i had to block someone hence the ADDED)

[yikesmary]

Hello

how about idol mingyu hypnotized by reader from the moment he sees her -you can choose where and how they meet- I just mingyu pining over her 💚

HYPNOTIZED — kim mingyu x reader

summary: where you've got seventeen's mingyu hypnotized, and he doesn't mind it one bit.

note: hey everyone🧍‍♀️

I don't know if I'm officially back, I just wanted to post something right before new years since I haven't posted since september and you guys deserve more than that. I might post here and there, but nothing too serious so don't expect me to come back with consistent posts. hope you guys enjoyed this though! <333

"We're going to be late, love!" Mingyu called out from outside of your room and you could practically hear him pace, as if he wasn't the guest of honor and the party couldn't exactly start without him and the other guys.

Dating an Idol wasn't at all like you expected—and you didn't even have any expectations in the first place. You had been introduced by Mingyu by Wonwoo, whom you had known for a couple of years now. Initially, you were a bit wary of going on the date, considering you've heard all kinds of stories from Wonwoo.

However, what won you over was how Wonwoo described Mingyu; 'the human version of a golden retriever'. Now, if anyone else said that, you wouldn't have believed them. However, this was Wonwoo, and the fact that he had said this with the most monotone voice ever and his face as serious as ever, so you just had to meet the guy that got Wonwoo to say such nice things about him.

You then went on one date with Mingyu and many more dates after that, until you guys started dating and eventually moved in together. The relationship wasn't totally public; while fans knew that Mingyu was dating (thanks to Dispatch, who had photographed you guys together, but your face was pretty well hidden), no one knew who he was dating specifically.

You supposed that it was a blessing in disguise that people knew Mingyu was dating but didn't know who it was. Most CARATs were happy that Mingyu had been dating, which you were happy to see since you didn't know how exactly they'd react when news first broke out.

Of course, there were some instances where people tried to sleuth and find out through various methods on who Mingyu was dating, but the two of you knew better and did everything you could in order to hide your relationship.

Those who know about your relationship have commented on how it must be hard dating someone like Mingyu, but you've told them that it was worth it and that you'd do it if it meant staying with Mingyu. Usually, you've said this with Mingyu not around, but the first time he heard it, you swore that he had never looked more in love than that moment.

"The car is waiting for us and— oh," Mingyu started to say, but had interrupted himself as he spotted you, who was fastening your heels.

You stood up and adjusted your dress accordingly, making sure that there were no wrinkles. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was no time as Mingyu quickly moved across your bedroom to you and captured you in a kiss.

Startled, you eventually kissed back once you realized what was happening. To balance yourself, you wrapped your arms around Mingyu's neck, your arms lightly touching his hair. Meanwhile, his hands went around your waist, pulling you closer.

You kiss for a few moments before you realize where you guys weren't, so you pull away. "I thought we were going to be late," you said, a bit breathless at the kissing.

"Did I say that? Now that I think about it, I don't have to attend. There's 13 of us, they wouldn't notice if I was missing," Mingyu said before trying to kiss you again, but you stopped him, making him pout.

"Nope, you've already used that excuse. Remember when you thought you could not attend an award show to spend the day with me and Seungcheol noticed? The guys didn't let that go for a whole month," you scolded him, this time pulling fully away from him.

"I'll take the fall for it, let's just stay home," Mingyu practically begged, but you weren't having it.

"How about the driver?" you countered, moving away in order to get your bag.

"I was going to pay him anyways, and I'll give him a tip or something," he shrugged.

"We're still going,"

As you and Mingyu walked towards the front door, Mingyu albeit walking slightly slower than you since he was sulking, he abruptly blocked the front door, stopping you in your tracks.

"Gyu, we're going to be late, like you said. You can't resort to using your strength to stop us, no matter attractive I think it is," you retorted.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"Of course you are! Look at you!" You exclaimed, gesturing to the entirety of him.

Mingyu blushed but grabbed one of your hands to pull you closer to him. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?" He asked, putting your face in between his hands gently, making sure he didn't mess up your make up.

"Just today?" you teased.

"Well, you look beautiful every day. And all the days after that,"

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[kpoptrashshipsposts]

ENHYPEN Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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HEESEUNG: Scenario - You’re being friendly with a new male friend in the group chat.

You're both sat on the couch scrolling on your phones, relaxing and chatting on a group chat with other friends. Amongst those friends was a fairly new guy, during the conversation Heeseung began to notice the fact you and him seemed to chat the most within the group chat. He begins to silently sit there and side eye you on the couch before suddenly bombarding the group chat with messages and texting you privately more constant than usual. If you mentioned the guy again later, he'd casually shrug and mumble. "Yeah... he's cool, i guess."

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JAY: Scenario - You’re too impressed with another guy’s cooking skills.

You show Jay a photo your male friend sends you of the pasta he made for dinner, making a comment about how delicious it looked. He snorts and immediately heads over to the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans. "Oh, he made pasta? That's cute." He sarcastically remarks, next thing you know he's showing off in the kitchen - preparing a five-star meal just to prove he's way more impressive.

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JAKE: Scenario - You’re laughing way too much at another guy’s jokes.

He'd stand there beside you laughing along with you awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he would lowkey be sulking silently. Later, once you'd finish talking with him he'd wrap an arm around your waist and murmur sweetly beside your ear. "I love your laugh... but I love it best when I'm the reason for it."

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SUNGHOON: Scenario - Someone flirts with you during a fan event.

He would notice the guy trying to flirt with you during a fan event and even though he tries to save face and keep energetic for the fans he'd make a point to shoot glances in your direction every now and again, eyeing off the guy. He'd keep his expression blank, but you swear, if looks could kill... Later, after the event, he'd make a point to say, "You looked real happy talking to him," before casually holding your hand tighter than usual.

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SUNOO: Scenario - You keep complimenting another guy’s fashion sense.

He'd overhear you making a comment about another guys fashion sense, turns immediately and gives you a bewildered look - putting his hands on his hips. Immediately he begins to sass you, "You're not serious? You're impressed by his style?!" He'd then dramaticlly pose for you and say, "How could you possibly be impressed with anyone else when you get to see this everyday?"

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JUNGWON: Scenario - You’re being really nice to one of his members.

He'd watch you from afar as you converse and laugh comfortably with another member. He'd stay quiet and observe the two of you not wanting to come across as jealous because he knew he shouldn't feel that way, he trusted the two of you, but later after practice he'd nudge you and say pllayfully. "You're being extra nice to the boys today... should I be jealous?"

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NI-KI: Scenario - You keep watching another idol’s dance videos and saying how good they are.

The second you start mentioning the idol and their dancing he begins to watch the video over your shoulder, scoffing and making comments about how this move was easy to do to, how it looked impressive but it actually is really simple, what he'd add to make it better. Before long he just stands up, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin, immediately challenging you to a dance battle. He wanted to remind you who your favourite dancer really was. "You think he's cool? Watch this."

[fungus-no69]

School LIs x Pc/Reader (x Ivory Wraith)

You/your pronouns for pc, they/them pronouns for LIs, pc is mentioned to be uncanny and strange looking in general, pc is POSSESSED!!! by the IVORY WRAITH!!!!! attempted harassment by Whitney (it fails), burns in Sydney's, mentions of Kylar's parents (maybe spoilery???)

You're never really... here. Always a bit dazed with a faraway look in your eye, yet an alertness to you that means it can't just be disassociation or anything like that.

They see you talking to the mirror a lot, or if not, looking into alleys like you're supposed to be seeing something other than the knocked over bins and occasional stray. Even at the lake in the forest, you're crouched at the edge of it as water licks at your shoes. Sometimes, the shadows seem to warp around you or maybe, your eyes are just a bit too wide to be normal. Something about the way your knuckles jut out too far or even the way that your lip movements don't completely match up with what you're saying.

Sometimes they see you wandering around the street, like a puppet. Clumsy and artificial. If anyone did see your face in those times they'd comment on the vibrant, unnatural blue of your eyes. Or how your skin seems to lose any warmth in its undertones, or maybe the way that you hum to yourself- pressing a hand to your chest and holding onto your pyjama shirt.

Robin

They're incredibly concerned that they hadn't noticed before they woke up to seeing you climb out of your window???

Even when you disappear and only appear after a whole day- looking even more out of it than usual and covered in water and some... other sort of substance that Robin just doesn't want to think too hard about

They just assume that's another weird thing you do along with the... everything else.

Look they had reason to believe it's just normal 'you' behaviour okay!

They check on you each blood moon from then on, even offering for you to stay in their room at the end of each month.

If they see you trying to leave out of the window again they may panic and grab you- looking at your face and being chilled by your hollow expression, a smile that makes them uneasy crawling up your face as a voice that's not yours repeats their name

"Robin Robin Robin Robin"

'You' slip out of their grasp before they can react- disappearing behind the windowsill. They probably almost scream before seeing you're fine at the bottom.

They can't help you before you're gone, you'll probably return in the morning anyway.

Whitney

This bitch ass motherfucker was probably skulking around the alleyways when they saw you staggering towards Nightingale street

They popped up behind you and grabbed your shoulders- hoping to make you squeal.

You didn't.

Simply continued walking.

Whitney just shrugged it off after a second of sulking, adding it to their internal list of your oddities (No they don't think of you often shut up)

They keep following you, teasing, mocking, sexual innuendos- you name it.

They pause when they see you take a beeline into the forest because what the fuck? No one except for tourists and people with a death wish go there (especially on a blood moon)

They're not superstitious per se but everyone and their fucking grandmother knows that what you're doing is a bad idea.

They grab your elbow and finally get a good look at your face, blank expression with unfocused blue eyes that look out of place on you.

For a moment they think they've been following the wrong person around. But that's impossible because they know what their slut looks like!

They open their mouth, probably to insult you or make a comment but nothing comes out when you start repeating their name with a manic grin.

They stumble when you wrench away, breaking into a sprint into the underbrush.

They go to follow you but you're already gone.

Sydney

They instinctively know something's wrong when they wake up to you shambling out of the temple's pews

They know you're strange, that something's wrong with you on a good day! But this is a whole new level.

Even as goosebumps raise on the nape of their neck, something about you seems familiar. A lingering sense of deja vu keeping them from moving.

They manage to stand up after a minute, limbs feeling heavier with each step they make towards you. Even if they tried, they wouldn't be able to sleep now. The air is stifling and wrong.

You shriek when their necklace brushes your skin as they lean closer, it leaves a torrefied blue mark where it made contact.

Yeah no. That is not normal.

Even without their necklace scalding you, your scream leaves their ears ringing and their head pounding with agony. They can't hear themself over the sound of their heartbeat, bile rises in their throat and they can't process anything but the feeling of hands so cold they burn and the image of cobalt that sears itself into their mind no matter where they look or how hard they squeeze their eyes closed.

They must have been making some kind of noise though, because when they come to- they're kneeling on the floor in between pews with Jordan's hands on their shoulders and you're nowhere to be seen.

Kylar

They were already following you as soon as they realised that you seemed even more off than usual

Somewhat similar to their parents before they became... whatever they are now.

They don't want you to end up like that! So they fight their body's urge to flee and appear at your elbow- you don't flinch, as per usual.

They hope their presence soothes you, it doesn't. You don't look as bad as they were imagining but their skin is becoming clammy just by being around you. And not in the normal way either!

They start to blabber to you, hoping to get your attention but you don't even spare them a glance! Now you're starting to freak them out.

They try to look at you properly, closer. They don't like what they see.

Blue eyes fixed in front of you, pallid cheeks, blue lips. Your eyes flick down for less than a second before a grin curls onto your lips and you grab them, calling their name

They love it when you say their name but not like that! Not when your voice echoes in their ears and makes their mouth go dry.

As much as their nails dig into your arms and they grasp as hard as they can, you manage to slip away- like their hands just... phased through somehow.

As much as they want to- need to chase you, their feet are rooted to the floor like something's holding them there. They can't do anything but watch as you depart into the forest.

They know that something was wrong! You wouldn't run away from them right? Yeah! That must be it! Something's taken control of you somehow!

They're not sure which idea makes their stomach churn more.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Hi. I'm somewhat confused about how the Winter Soldier's past is handled for Bucky in Thunderbolts. I mean, as part of his political campaign for Congress, his past had to be touched upon, and I think that's where Bucky's comment to Mel about if she claims to know him, she must know his history too comes from. And while I'm very glad that no one has rubbed Bucky's past in his face and openly criticized him for it (not even Val! that's saying a lot), I can't help but feel that Mel's “I know who you are” comments, and the other about whether "she's talking to Congressman Barnes or the Winter Soldier" feel like some sort of criticism. Because precisely, if like many others, Mel knows Bucky's past (besides the information that was given publicly by Bucky now being a public figure but also by the information OXE has on him) she should know that the Winter Soldier's name is not accompanied by positive connotations because of course it's tied to Hydra as their tool that was used to accomplish their purposes.

I've heard some people consider the fact that Bucky said that, unlike Mel, he didn't choose who he worked for, as groundbreaking, when in reality I think it's not much different than the way he has always acknowledged that he had no choice (the same thing he acknowledged as Steve in CW, and the same thing he said to Yori in TFATWS) but it's a line that is always accompanied by the unspoken words “but I did it”. Although I think compared to “Hydra was my people” from TFATWS that's a big improvement.

So while I think that, thankfully Bucky didn't face criticism and backlash for trying to make the Winter Soldier look like an innately bad/corrupt part of him, I think it's still handled with a certain wariness so to speak...

I would love to know your opinion. And sorry for the long ask xd

@buckydeservesthebest

Yh, I can't really speak on this much as I haven't seen the film, but characters continuing to refer to Bucky as the Winter Soldier is fucking annoying and inaccurate, and calling what he did 'working for' Hydra is still mischaracterizing it. (If that is a direct quote; but even if they used the phrase 'did for' or whatever, that's still missing the most crucial point.)

He didn't work for them, he was enslaved by them. They may as well be paraphrasing that Thor: Ragnarok line. 'Oh, he wasn't a slave, he was a 'prisoner with a 'job.'

Not much better than calling Hydra 'his people,' IMO!

And the Winter Soldier being framed as a part of Bucky, a corrupt part, is a stupid retcon from TFATWS' writers who want to victim-blame/villainize him and were too lazy to watch the movies. Absolute bollocks.

(That line should be 'Congressman Barnes or Bucky Barnes', because those are the only two fuckn options. Although CACW also has Steve saying similar stupid shit; you could already see them beginning to turn on Bucky, even then!)

I've said it elsewhere, but the Soldier is not a part of Bucky; it's the absence of Bucky. No personality, no memories, no capacity to have morals because of said lack. It's a blank void that can be ordered to act in anyway you want. (Which you'd think they'd pick up on in a film that has Bob in it, but oh well!)

The Soldier was an automaton with a good man trapped inside; the source of that metallic scream which made CATWS's soundtrack (why else would he be screaming, if this was always a part of him? wouldn't it be a metallic laugh, instead? if this was a part of him, why wouldn't he retain his personality? It's important not to mix comics and MCU here!)

It was not some Evil sub-personality that was always alive inside Bucky and just waiting to come out under the right stressors.

To use a fantasy analogy...

You could say that Bucky is not a werewolf; but the Winter Soldier is a zombie.

That's it. The Winter Soldier is the zombie of Bucky Barnes.

Imagine Hydra had Steve bitten by a zombie and turned into a zombie, Hydra made him do some zombie stuff, but then he got cured and turned back to normal.

Now, you might look at Zombie!Steve and say 'that's Steve,' but you wouldn't look at completely sane and normal Cured!Steve and say 'he's a Zombie.'

But we've got this situation where Bucky has been cured of his zombiedom and got his mind back and everything, to the point where he can even become an elected official (!)

And yet characters are still coming up to him like 'omg am am I talking to Bucky Barnes or ...The Zombie??' 👀

Bitch do you see him eating brains? Is he stumbling around and visibly rotting? No?? Then stfu then! 🤬

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you @strawhattery for @ing me, even though i do feel like it's a not-so-subtle urge to finish my current wips... (i need the kick)

for reference/those who only see my art, i used to be a fic writer who occasionally drew. that's obviously changed, but i am trying to write more, so you can find me at pseudoanalytics on ao3.

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

44, but only 35 are linked to me (9 are anonymous...)

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

347,773 😰

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

while i nodded, nearly napping (suddenly there came a tapping) [haikyuu, ushiten]

redacted :/

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition) [haikyuu, sakuatsu]

you're really pushing it (but you're going much too slowly) [haikyuu, ushiten]

redacted :/ (sequel to the first redacted...)

4) what fandoms do you write for?

most of my fics are so old i can't bear to look at them, but i'm trying to write more for one piece. then i've written a decent amount of haikyuu, pacific rim, and star wars.

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

initially? i absolutely do! but as any of my friends will tell you, i struggle to even reply to dms or texts. so alas. i drop off pretty quickly

i LOVE comments though, and i eagerly read and reread them frequently ;__;

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh sheesh. you may only ask once (so be prepared for the reply) which is a bad end for pacific rim 2. or i guess... a worse end. it's also a bit of a role swap au, if i remember correctly.

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i... honestly don't know. i typically write happy endings. i like to write "missing scenes" and post-canon, so things tend to be rather open-ended or to just lead into the next part of canon. my memory is also not my prize-winning quality, so i can't really remember how my fics ended pre-2018ish.

8) do you get hate on fics?

i know i've gotten some ruder bookmarks, but not typically, no. i get more hate on art or in my ask box, but i honestly just delete it all, so it never sticks.

9) do you write smut?

yes, though its debatable if it's "smut" so much as "sex in such an irreverent context that it becomes humor." i cannot take sex seriously, so alas, i rarely write it seriously. i use it more as comedy and a tool for character studies. i do enjoy a stoic character's facade getting cracked open.

10) do you write crossovers?

i don't write legitimate crossovers, with characters from different medias intermingling, and frankly, i rarely do au's either.

but if i have one weakness, it's that i am ALWAYS a sucker for a pacific rim au. yes, i am rotating a one piece version in my head.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

i had a sakuatsu one reuploaded to wattpad under someone else's username. they deleted my author's notes and added their own, as if they'd written the fic, too. hilariously they even used my art for the cover.

it got taken down, but idk why. i never reached out about it.

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah! i've had 5 translated, and i've had 2 turned into podfics, which is cool.

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

nope. i'd be terrible to work with, tbh. my writing process is a holdover from my journalism days, and the steps are a mystery even to me. i think i'll stick to drawing art for other ppl and their fics.

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

i will hold to the fact that it's asanoya from ao3. they were the first ship i got really invested in, and i see their impact on everything i ship to this day. they were my "blueprint," if you will. i still get smiley when i see art for them!

on the flip side... terezi/vriska was also a formative ship for me. but i won't discuss that.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

rip go ahead and start talking (i'll pick up the slack). it's my 1-of-2-chapters ushiten fic that i should just mark as complete, since the first chapter can stand alone.

16) what are your writing strengths?

hard to determine your own strengths, but i think my dialogue/characterization are pretty strong, especially since i still regularly flex those muscles when writing comics. i also think i'm funny.

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

writing.

but seriously, i am so bad at sitting down and just hammering out a fic. don't get me started on outlines or longform works. i'd rather grab my pencil and start drawing, i'm afraid.

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i think there are ways to interweave words or terms in other languages, but overall, i'm a fan of just standardizing everything into one language. if your character understands it, i think all readers should be able to understand it. and i'm not a fan of when you're expected to scroll to the end for a translation; i think it interrupts the reading flow.

this is a generalized opinion though. i think there are ALWAYS storytelling exceptions, so if the other language usage is really important to your theme/intent, i can see why you would do this!

19) first fandom you wrote for?

please don't do this to me. it was maximum ride. yes, the james patterson books about the kids with bird wings. i wrote 4-5 fics, i was in middle school, and — as far as i know — they are still up on ff dot net. no, i won't elaborate.

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

hands down, it's the sakuatsu domesticity simulator. it's not necessarily my best work in terms of writing skill, but i also drew over 50 images for it and html coded it into an interactive story. i'm just proud that i started a big project by myself and i actually finished it!

it's my dream to someday make a whole visual fan novel. i feel like the domesticity sim was the first step.

oh boy i'm bad at tagging but if @syrupfog, @lawsbbygirl, @macabrekawaii , @bmouse, or @cooknumber3 want to go for it... :))

[smokescreenstuff]

Smokescreen Ships: Why I think they exist and why I don't like them

As someone who is AroAce and thinks Smokescreen is AroAce as well.

Reminder: This blog is SFW. I'm doing this because it's funny and I'm bored. Please tell your NSFW comments to someone else.

Some characters will not be included because I have not seen him shipped with them.

List under the cut:

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Optimus

Why It Exists: Smokescreen really does look up to Optimus. It's probably like a celebrity crush kind of thing.

Why I don't Like It: Honestly, Optimus is better as a Dad character.

Ratchet

Why It Exists: I think it's just people liking the gentle medic to be gentle in relationships.

Why I don't Like It: Again, better as a Dad character.

Bumblebee

Why It Exists: They're similar in age, maybe, and they do hang out a lot. And being similar frames.

Why I don't Like It: Bee is better as a Brother.

Bulkhead/Wheeljack

Why It Exists: Smokescreen has stated he researched the Wreckers a lot.

Why I don't Like It: Better as an older Brother or Fun Uncle (and he never actually talks to Wheeljack)

Arcee

Why It Exists: This probably just a need for straight ships or to ship Arcee with everyone.

Why I don't Like It: She's so mean to Smokescreen. And I honestly don't think she'd be his type.

Ultra Magnus

Why It Exists: So kind of Commander x Soldier situation? I don't know. Maybe people just like it when Smokescreen is bossed around.

Why I don't Like It: That man is Smokescreen's superior officer. This wouldn't work in the military, it won't work here.

Alpha Trion

Why I don't Like It: I just hate this. I'm not even bothering with the Why It Exists part cause I can't think of a good reason.

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Megatron

Why It Exists: I think people just like shipping Megatron with everyone

Why I don't Like It: He's Megatron. That man would kill Smokescreen before they'd have a chance to date.

Starscream

Why It Exists: Honestly, no idea. But I did see this cute drawing of Starscream taking care of a sick Smokescreen. Which I like.

Why I don't Like It: Smokescreen would talk his audials off and Starscream would constantly be trying to kill him. There's no way they'd get along.

Knockout

Why It Exists: Fruit car + shiny and brightly painted car does make a lot of sense.

Why I don't Like It: Knockout has a husband. Yes, a dead husband, but still a husband.

Soundwave/Shockwave

Why It Exists: Again, no idea why it would exist. It's neat, but still.

Why I don't Like It: They would never date an Autobot. Heck, they'd never date in general.

Dreadwing

Why It Exists: He's a nice guy?

Why I don't Like It: Too loyal to the Decepticons to date an Autobot.

Airachnid

Why It Exists: "What kind of relic is she?"

Why I don't Like It: The only times they interact, Airachnid is in stasis lock, in a pod.

Predaking

Why It Exists: Smokescreen is the main bot who convinced Predaking to help the Autobots in the movie.

Why I don't Like It: I doubt Predaking would date someone who isn't a Predacon.

Insecticons/Vehicons

Why It Exists: Another one of those, they're just shipped with everyone things.

Why I don't Like It: They don't have enough personality or story to them.

[paulinet]

Hardships

Warnings: hurt, angst, conflicting feelings, misunderstanding, a quarrel, open final, ooc Medicine Pocket, gn reader, Medicine Pocket - they/them.

Synopsis: everyone misses what abruptly disappears. When a quarrel has hit a nerve, but you can't give up on each other - is it so important to give in to the moment rather than realize exactly why the conflict occurred?

World count: 2100≈

From author: I wrote this on emotion, and I think it came out not bad. Anyway, I like the way it turned out, even if it seems a bit out of character for Medicine Pocket. I'm not sure I was able to convey the entire situation after editing, but I felt it was unnecessary to add anything else. So there it is.

But I don't think I'll ever reread it.

English not my first language!

Enjoy reading!

It started so abruptly.

You guys... Had a big quarrel.

And then you two went to your rooms and stopped talking. That's just it.

Honestly, you didn't even think that you could almost hate each other at one point, to the point where you decided not to say another word. Not you, not them even remembered, and what, in fact, was the cause of the quarrel?

What prompted you two to put duct tape over your mouths and not try to talk?

Medicine didn't want to believe it was possible to have such a serious quarrel. That you can be offended by their behavior or comment when you have never once rebuked them for it. That it was possible to get angry at them so... Strongly.

That you, who has never had a quarrel with them to this extent, knows how to yell. Can defend your position as vehemently as they do. All Medicine Pocket remember is the look on your face: annoyed, depressed, betrayed. Detached. You weren't a berserker, but it was worth it just to get a closer look at your emotions, into your eyes, as it was clear:

You're hurting.

It was already clear to them that you see the same pain in their eyes.

They're hurting, too.

They knew they weren't going to hear it directly. You wouldn't say it. You left just as they did, unable to cope with the wave of those thoughts and unpleasant words.

Of course they would have support you and try to comfort you, in their own style; like they used to when you were out of sorts and in pain. When you didn't want to cry, but howl, and you couldn't even be in the same room with them because that's not something you want to show.

They understand.

Because that's what they do when they want to cry.

They go away. Hide. Trying to be strong even when there is nowhere to vent their pain, and tears become the only true solution.

But when you roared unceasingly, tucked into their shoulder, when you grabbed onto them as if they were the last log you could grab onto and float through this tsunami of problems and not get lost in the kaleidoscope of emotions, when you apologized with all your might for this "circus" or "over-dramatization," when they could have been there for you and said:

"It's all right. Cry. This stays between us."

When they hooked every edge of your clothes with their fingers and pressed you against them, just afraid that you would disappear into this maelstrom and you would be much worse off. Much worse. They hated being afraid, and still they couldn't destroy the sprouts of that feeling at the sight of someone else's unplayed and not fake pain.

The pain they'd let coursing through their veins if there was such a way. A substance.

If it would make you feel better.

If you don't tremble in their arms from fatigue and exhaustion, if your heart doesn't beat so furiously that it's about to pierce it's about to puncture your rib cage, if you don't suffer - their pain is not such a big price to pay.

For them, being in a state of "rocking" or "suspension" is much more familiar than being completely calm and harmonious. And just a new, regular substance that requires a test will not be something special. It will be the price they pay for not being able to transcend themselves.

Again.

They're sure you'd do the same for them.

Even if it was just being there for them. But they knew you couldn't go and comfort them the way they want to comfort you. You don't want to say goodbye to those hard feelings right now and make unbalanced decisions that will lead nowhere, but only add salt to the situation and tear your expectations of each other to shreds.

They would love to be in your arms, the same ones they give you when you're upset. If they asked, even without words, you would definitely hold them until they felt better.

All that remains is silence and reflection.

Medicine Pocket aren't master of words. They cannot express well enough all their worries for you, especially for themselves, for every feeling flowing through their chest, through every cell. They can't string two words together, either. They are trying so hard to let you know that they is here, that they will not abandon you, even if they don't say those necessary words to you in a fragile moment. That you shouldn't go through this alone. That you shouldn't beat yourself up about how you feel.

You are you. You are as chaotic as they are, you are their favorite chaos they have no control over and watch with a smile on their lips. You are something they would like to keep for the rest of their lives. But of course, they will never accept these feelings.

Understanding what you feel, what you sense, is one thing. It's quite another when you try to accept it.

They still cannot accept how precious their partner is to them. How precious you are in every sense. Such situations help to remember it, understand it, try to accept it and show that you should not throw rotten words at emotions.

But now Medicine Pocket can't take the cold of their own room, even when the bright, hot sun shines through the windows, warming their shoulder blades as they stare at the floor and clench their fists.

And they're angry again. But at themselves. Because they haven't made an attempt to talk to you for two weeks now. Why not? They don't know. It's pride. Stupid, unnecessary pride.

It's so easy. And yet, they're here, not next to you.

It's all stupid. They're stupid. A researcher could have written or saying something a long time ago, saying how sorry they are that things turned out this way... So- So wrong!

But they can't even whisper any words with their dry lips. They can't unclench them or even say a single mute word.

They hate this feelings. This unknown. This wrongness. This emptiness.

This feelings - not even guilt or anger or those stupid five stages of grief that everyone talks about, no, it's much worse.

It's just pain. Dull, fixed, repetitive pain.

For yelling at you. For letting the echoes of your words turn into shards of broken glass and cut they heart from the inside out. For allowing yourself to be weak and leaving it at that. For not being able to even work now because, for the first time, they don't know which way to go. They're stuck.

Stuck because they realized they still needed time. Time to recover.

They had clearly let something slip past their ears for their own good then, but even so, one should have realized how you had come to such a... Painful quarrel with nothing good to come out of it?!

Ordinariness had been replaced by silence. Everyday life had become routine, it was no good now, now that they couldn't even relax. It wasn't like that.

It pisses them off. What pisses them off is their own pride, their desire to just say "Fuck it!" and go and talk to you, even if you don't see fit to apologize for what you said, then apologize, then come to your senses, they'll give you time to chance, hell...

Just take away that your invisible presence in their lives for a couple of days until they realize why you said so many dirty words to them and why they chose to respond in kind.

And yet, evil tongues are scarier than a gun. Scarier than anything.

Doggo bit their lip and felt a scarlet drop of blood run down their chin. It was too much this time. But it didn't matter.

It's cold in the room. It hadn't been this fucking cold in their room that Laplace had provided them, not even in the first few days of their stay here. But here they're freezing and goosebumps are running through their body.

A lot of your stuff is here. Insignificant things. Clothes folded on a chair, a stack of books you should have returned days ago, a notebook with your notes in which Medicine liked to leave a piece of themself in the form of sketches and short letters, and you did the same in their notebook, a few of your bling on the table, a hair band on the nightstand...

None of that matters now. It was as if time had stopped, even as the red slider on the calendar moved forward, counting down the second week of silence.

Medicine Pocket sigh deeply and wipes their face with their hand, the glove absorbing the blood. They grin bitterly and walk away.

To the lab. To work. Where the chill of your absence is less palpable than in this empty room.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to see them. Hear them. Feel more than just being around them.

They're like that. Normal. They act like nothing happened. Like you two weren't quarrying, arguing, shouting insults and grievances that have built up over time.

It wasn't all their fault. It was just as much your fault, if not more.

And now you're disappointed. In yourself.

And how are they doing? You didn't want to leave them alone, especially after a situation like this, and you're sure they didn't either, just the misunderstanding was stronger. Medicine, though harmful, is still a human being. A person who probably took some of the frustration of the situation too. Took some of that pain for themselves, and it's hard for them, too. Which is probably why, for the umpteenth time, they are simply ignoring your existence. But you know that's not true.

And yet... yet...

You so seek their presence. In every project, in every object, in every word, a resemblance to them. Dogs are one of those constantly carry their image, their noise, their absence in your life, but they are the ones who, with their sad demeanor, remind you that they care when they rub their noses on your hand, as if apologizing for their negligent owner and calling you to apologize too.

You know that.

To think of a week. It used to seem to you that even the hours in a day were not enough to get the job done. But now, everywhere you look, you see time and days passing, while everything around you seems to be frozen.

In any other case, you both would have survived a week without each other, and a lot more if you had to go somewhere else. It's a little sad, unpleasant, but... Tolerable.

But you're both in a quarrel. A hard quarrel. A quarrel that still hurts, and you need to get over it before you go over and apologize.

You follow them without even hiding, and you also have so much luck and need to work there too. And it's getting harder and harder to look at this biologist calling someone an idiot again. You're swallowing a lump.

Why don't you say anything? Say something. Right here, right next to they. A simple "hi" will suffice.

They are literally a meter away from you, standing there, long fingers typing on a keyboard, hollering to a colleague to help with the notes. Your mutual acquaintance looks at the two of you as if he's seeing you for the very first time. You're both around each other, and you don't help each other with such a simple task? Have the poles on the planet reversed? The puzzled look is enough, and you lower your eyes to the keyboard, continuing to type letters, numbers and other combinations.

You think this quarrel has already become a Polichinel's secret. Let it be.

We need to focus on work. You're sighing noisily.

The smell of Medicine Pocket hangs in the air, creeping into your nostrils, tickling your lungs, but you continue to stand silent. You're a masochist. You want to stand here and breathe them, even at arm's length.

Almost there. Close enough to touch. You reach out towards them...

And you take the edge of the calculation paper with your fingers. You keep working while your heart beats beneath the layers of clothing, about to pierce through your rib-shaped defenses and just tear your skin out of frustration. It's frustrated. It's in pain.

You can almost feel the tears in your eyes when you step away to the other side of the lab for a long time. You feel uncomfortable when there is no clap on the shoulder, as usual and so simple but necessary:

"Good luck with that."

It's like there's a live parasite inside your heart. It wriggles and beats against the walls of the heart so much that you could swear you have a problem with this stupid, loving organ. At the same time, someone outside, like a sadist, like the most evil person in the world, is inserting thin and sharp, rusty needles into your muscles, staggering each one back and forth to make the hole bleed as much as possible, and then pouring alcohol into it and watching you, so cold and strong, hold your soul in your hands and keep on working.

You don't resent them anymore. You're not angry. It's just painful.

It hurts because the mistakes have already been realized. You've cooled down. You've been able to find the right words for reconciliation. You think you're ready to talk.

But every time you remain silent, you don't even dare to reach out to this genius.

And each time you walk away, you leave yourself and them with nothing. You're a coward.

You want to hold them so badly. To wrap your arms tightly around their neck or their waist and just be in their warm, safe, secure embrace. Just fucking touch them.

Just comfort them like they usually comfort you.

The blood on the glove is conspicuous. But they didn't change it, which is odd. Maybe they didn't notice? But they're not the kind of people who'd miss it. You need sterility everywhere and all that, and here...

You look back. Just a little, with one eye.

And they look back, too. You see their yellow eyes, like newly-issued gold coins, and you clutch the folder with the documents tighter to you.

Talk to me. Please. Say something, give me a sign to say something.

I want to end your suffering.

Please, please.

I really, really miss you.

You look into their eyes and you can't look away. You don't seem to be feeling well. They don't feel better either.

You both want to talk. But you're both still hurting, each other's harsh words hurt from the inside out. The guilt for what each of you said is there, too. You don't like torturing each other.

You need to calm yourself down. Sometimes the attraction and longing for a loved one clouds the mind, and it is impossible to assess what has happened normally, without a veil over the eyes, without the desire to just be near. Sometimes you need to be alone with yourself, think, reflect. Make sure you know what to say, how to apologize, before you hug each other like hungry wild animals.

Not one of you looks away.

You're drowning in each other's eyes. You sinking and not even grabbing for a lifeline when your colleague shakes you by the shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay? Come on, there's more to do!" — it makes the same motion several times, but it's a nuisance, preventing you from fueling yourself for further solitude for a couple more days. You can't help but think about how it gets in the way. But you do.

You should be ashamed that you miss them. You should be angry. Resentful. You're both too proud to walk over and fix things just like that. There's gonna be another quarrel.

And each of you understands that. You can't judge each other for the way your partner experiences pain. In a week, in two weeks, maybe one of you will need more. After all, you did say some nasty things to each other that, though forgotten in the heat of rage and the moment, are only reminded of themselves by a dull, deafening pain.

At this rate, you two won't last.

But now is not the time. You should miss each other more, better understand how the situation will go after cuddling, if there will be any in the near future. Thoughts and breakup do not visit either of you, they seem to be nonsense, no one even hinted at such a thing.

You both lower your eyes and turn away, going deeper into your own affairs.

And live another day in pain, which requires not only willpower from longing for the usual pastime, but also rational and correct reflection on the situation.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Thanks for reading!