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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 14 days

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Much Needed Break

A/n: this was gonna be longer but I got tired. Also, I know I haven’t been posting a whole lot recently, I probably won’t for the next few weeks. I have a lot of asks rn, some are from, like, March. I’m not ignoring them, I swear, I’ll get to them in a bit so if you requested something a while ago and it hasn’t been posted yet it’s coming it’s just taking a while and I apologize for that

Warnings: smut, age gap, idk I’m tired gn

Your University recently accepted a new student, and it was hot information all over campus. The one and only Duff McKagan of infamous rock band Guns N Roses studying in the same place as you.

Girls all over campus were throwing themselves at him. One after one they dropped like flies when he didn’t return their feelings. Seeing all this go down you didn’t feel like getting your heart broken so you stayed away from him, which got a lot harder when you had a class with him.

You were sitting in the library getting some work down when someone sat beside you. Usually unless there were no other available seats people wouldn’t sit beside random people, you were shocked when you looked over to see Duff. “We have a class together, right?” He asked with a smile. You nodded silently. “You mind helping me out with this thing?” He asked as he pulled an assignment up on his laptop.

You spent some time working together, helping each other out and when the library was closing he offered to get you dinner. Being a broke student you agreed in a heartbeat.

You’d not expected that dinner to be at his house in the mountains.

He made sure you were comfortable the whole time as you got in his car and he drove you to an excluded area, he understood there would be concerns but you weren’t all too worried about that.

He made you food, just pasta but it was the best meal you’ve had in a while. He was funny and sweet and listened. More than you could say for anyone else at the university.

When you were done eating he took your plate. You offered to help him with the dishes but he had a dishwasher so it wasn’t all that necessary.

You sat there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do now. Was he supposed to drive you back down to the university?

As if he read your mind he said “do you want a ride back or are you ok with staying here the night?” He turned the corner with a smile.

“Staying here’s fine, I don’t have any early classes tomorrow” you said, glancing around. “So, just the couch or..?” Duffs brows raised as he neared you.

“Couch is fine, unless…” he trailed, hand coming to your waist.

“Unless..?” You repeated, needing to hear him say it himself. In the end he didn’t. He leaned down until his lips pressed against yours, his hands slowly making their way around you until he was holding you in a tight embrace.

His whole demeaned changed when he heard a soft moan leaving you, the sweet sound landing on his tongue. He went from sweet and gentle touches to groping, pushing and shoving.

He picked you up with ease, holding you so your legs wrapped around him and he could easily grind into you. He carried you carelessly to his bedroom, pushing you up against the nearest surface every time his patience slipped before he could get you pinned to the bed.

You couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, all you knew was that you were naked and Duffs head was between your thighs as he lapped at your already slick folds. You couldn’t stop your thighs from clamping around his head, he didn’t seem to mind as ever time you did a deep groan would leave him.

His long fingers hit spots you’d never been able yo hit yourself. They moved fast, drawing louder and whinier moans from you. Your hands buried in his hair, locking on the spiky blond strands as his nose bumped against your clit.

“Hah- fuck! ‘M close, ‘m so fucking close!” After hearing that Duff sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub until your back arched off the mattress and your mouth dropped open in lewd moans while Duff helped you ride out your high on his face and fingers.

He moved over top of your, breathing almost as heavy as you were. He kissed you, it was needy and passionate, a sense of desperation lingering in in. “Fuck, I needed that.” He said as he sat back to take off his shirt.

“Hah, you needed that?” You asked with a soft chuckle. Duff got out of his pants and underwear, his hard and leaky cock springing free of its confines.

“You kidding? I can’t take my eyes off of you half the time” he gleamed, getting back between your legs “had to study more just so I could keep the good grade.” His hands trailed over your torso, gently groping your chest, hips and ass “you’re like… an itch I had to scratch” he said as he pushed into you, eliciting a drawn out moan from you.

He pulled your hips into his lap, making it easier for him to go harder and faster. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, couldn’t formulate a single sentence either, the only words leaving you were pleads for more and fumbled curses.

You were ready to cum for the nth time and Duff had yet to cum once. Your eyes crossed and your tongue lolled out as your body bounced up and down the bed with every thrust which were only just starting to lose rhythm.

“Oh, fuck, feels so good~” He mumbled, a string of curses leaving him as his movements got hastier, needier the closer he got until he finally came in you, letting out a moan like honey, heavy and sweet and so, so beautiful to your ears.

He laid down beside you and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his chest. “Thank you” he hummed, kissing your forehead.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, your mind like puddy, your legs still quaking. You were asleep before you knew it with Duff muttering praises in your ears, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

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aleksa-sims · 5 months

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RL Simself Story

Finally arrived at home after a long day at the hospital. N. & I had planned to see each other later, but we'll catch up on our date tomorrow. I was so tired... My family was exciting waiting for me at home. My Mom made dinner. She and Ana immediately wanted to see my Baby's first Ultrasound pic.

My Mom took my Baby's pic and hung it up on the wall next to Ana’s and my photo in a empty, nice frame, where Daniel's & my pic was before.😔 A nice gesture to show me, that she is happy about my Baby. Though the situation was still a bit tense. My Dad wasn’t upset or anything, but he usually didn’t say anything, when we talked about Nico's & my Baby. He was also happy for me, supported me and all this, but he was more reserved when it came to my pregnancy. He was worried about my Baby’s development & health due to the meds I was taking.🙁

After dinner I played with my cat. Ana & I constantly took pics of Lucky. He’s so cute, he really enjoed posing for us. Lucky loved it at my parent's place. He was so happy here. Meanwhile it became his new home.

I missed my room & my bed, while I was at my grandparents. Here it's just more comfortable for me. My bedding smelled wonderful. Soft & pleasantly fresh. Idk how my Mom does it, but she, her/our home and stuff, always smells perfect. I was even often asked at work by co-workers, who sat next to me in the office, what kind of nice smell this is on my clothes? Anyway! Even though I slept well, the next morning I didn't feel good.

I realized that I usually felt nauseous in the morning after waking up since I was pregnant. I had to eat something to get rid of my nausea. I just didn't know that yet at that time. My Mom heard me in the bathroom. I coughed and choked, my stomach was empty but my body still reflexively tried to throw up. Anyone who’s ever been pregnant knows what I mean. However, after I was.... done, I was totally exhausted but I felt a relief. As I washed my hands, my Mom came to me in the bathroom. She immediately started scrubbing the toilet.😅🤦‍♀️She's such a neat FREAK!

Me: Mom? What are you doing? I was just about to clean the toilet.

Mom: It's ok. You can take a shower so you will still have enough time for breakfast before going to work. I just wanna help you... I know how you feel rn. It's.... not fair.

Me: Not fair? What do you mean?

Mom: Well, having a child... Everything always stucks with us women. Pregnancy, delivery and even later. But you're not alone, A. Your Dad are there.

Me: I know. Thanks. But N. will help me too. He wants that.

Mom: Why isn’t he with you? He promised to be there for you. But to me it seems... Nico doesn’t add anything to all this. I mean... your Baby will need a room, a bed, a stroller and many other little things. Like I said, your Dad and I will handle all this. But I think Nico or his parents should add something too. They are doing a lot better financially than us, A. I hope you don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to argue with you or him. But you should tell his Mom. They need to know you’re pregnant. He will soon have to go abroad again. His parents should also help a bit.

Me: You're right! I'm gonna talk to him later. But about N. & me, you're wrong! It was my fault.

Mom: When he was sleeping with you, he didn’t mind you being married. Now that it’s getting serious, you’re pregnant, he suddenly got doubts?

Me: Yea, that's right. He'd say I failed him. He trusted me, but I hesitated with the divorce. You know?

Mom: Look, I’m staying out of your.... relationship. But some important details, you should make clear to him!... For Nico nothing has really changed. He will continue to play soccer, live abroad and you will be here alone with your child. Make sure he will support you financially! Tell his family, A.!

And again, my Mom was right! 🙁I'll be here alone. I have to sort all these things out with him. We don’t have much time left. Only 2 months! In September he has to go back abroad.

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Kyotani Kentaro X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1074

Requested: Anon

Request: 🎐🤍💿 can i get a Kyotani Kentaro x Male reader, where the reader is Aoba Johsais manager and nobody on the team knows that they are dating yet—and Oikawa keeps making moves on the reader and it makes Kyotani jealous? (sorry for not good wording, very sleepy rn lololol) 🎐🤍💿

You and Kyotani had been dating for a little while, you had met him when he came to the gym to practice late one night and you had just managed to kick Oikawa out, you complimented him and even asked that he tried out for the team but he shut you down said he didn’t work well in a team and no one even wanted him there, you didn’t believe that for a second, with how dysfunctional the rest of the boys were you had no doubt that he would fit in. In the time that it took you to convince him to join the team you actually ended up dating him, you never told anyone, you assumed that he would want to keep his private life private and you had no problem with that.

You were laying around in your bedroom, he was on his back with you draped over him as he played with your hair “they asked me to join.” He mumbled. “Hm?” You hummed moving your head so your chin rested on your hand to connect your eyes with his. “The team… Well, Iwaizumi asked me to join the team, something about needing my help to beat the teams that they’re going to be facing.” He said lowly. “Well yeah, we really need someone like you, you’ll confuse them no problem.” You nodded and he raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” He asked. “Yes. You know your way different than anyone else on the team.” You explained and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “You’ll be there the whole time?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered with a nod. “I guess I’ll see how it goes then.” He shrugged. “Thank you.” You smiled as you pushed yourself up to straddle his waist leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

Practice went about as well as you thought it would. He clashed with almost everyone on the team, no one more so than Oikawa, who believed himself the highest authority. You knew that Kyotani was never going to listen to him and you could definitely see that he was getting aggravated, you wanted to go over and talk to him but you weren’t sure that he was even going to want that. Your eyes were still trained on him when someone else came over to you. “Scary Mad Dog don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Oikawa said having seen where you were looking. “What?” You asked looking at him, confusion clear on your face as he giggled. “I protect you from the scary new player, do you need to tell him something?” Oikawa asked, looping an arm over your shoulder, “What are you staring at him for anyway, I’m right here.” “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you really aren’t my type, pretty boy?” You asked as you looked at him and laughed. “A few more times I’m still not getting it.” Oikawa smiled. “Get back on the field.” You ordered. “The only reason that you are a star player is because I can’t play.” “Of course.” Oikawa smirked before going back to practice with the others.

Later that evening, you were sitting in the gym waiting for everyone else to leave so that you could lock up, almost everyone was out, Oikawa being dragged away by Iwaizumi who was closely followed by Hanamaki and Matsukawa, all the others leaving of their own accord, the only one that you hadn’t seen was Kyotani, you decided to go into the changing room and make sure that he was okay. “Ken!” You yelled through the changing room. “What?” He asked, you walked towards where you heard his voice and saw that he was still getting changed. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as he dried his hair. “You don’t seem fine.” You frowned. “Look I really don’t need you fussing over me alright?” He asked. “You're going to want to revise your tone if you still want to call me your boyfriend tomorrow.” You warned him and you heard him sigh as he let his head drop, his shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry I just don’t like the way that he talks to you and touches you.” He finally said. “Who?” You asked. “Oikawa.” He answered and you smiled as you walked towards him looping your arms around his neck smiling softly. “Are you jealous?” you asked as you leaned up your mouth a breath away from his. “You know all we have to do is tell them that we’re dating.” “I never said that we were keeping it a secret.” He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, his naked chest pressed flat to your clothed one. “Oh really?” You asked, he smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips only tightening his grip on you as you attempted to pull away from him. You slipped your phone out of your back pocket snapping a picture of the both of you. Kyotani finally pulled away from you to see what you were doing. “What are you doing?” He asked, watching you pull up Oikawa’s text thread with yourself. “Just sending a message to Oikawa.” You answered, attaching the picture with the caption ‘really not my type, pretty boy’. Kyotani smirked before pressing send for you and pulling you into another kiss. “Come on get changed, we can finish this back at my place or something, I have to lock this place up.” You reminded him and he gave an annoyed groan before doing as you asked.

Oikawa let out a distressed noise as he looked at his phone “Why would he send me this.” He whined holding his phone up for the others. “Because you don’t take no for an answer.” Iwaizumi answered. “He has told you before that he’s not interested.” Matsukawa shrugged. “You're still trying.” Hanamaki smirked. “Iwa-chan my heart is broken!” He whined. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else by this time tomorrow.” Iwaizumi muttered as he continued to eat. “You don’t care?” Oikawa asked. “I’ll care when you’re actually hurt.” Iwaizumi muttered, slapping Oikawa’s hands away as he tried to reach out for him. “You really think he’s going to be okay?” Matsukawa asked as he watched Hanamaki tease Oikawa about something. “He’ll be fine.” Iwaizumi waved off the question in favour of finishing his meal and getting as far away from the star setter as possible.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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hiiii not sure if you’ve done something like this before or if you’re comfortable doing it but jo soothing the reader who is really upset or anxious about something? i have a job interview tomorrow that i’m super anxious about and i would kill to have jo here rn talking me through the anxiety

love your writing sm!

HELLO I SAW THIS WHEN I WOKE UP AND I HOPE I'M NOT LATE

— goodluck, i love u, you can do this!

(still writing some of the requests!)

it was the nervous foot tapping that caught his attention since he started the drive, then the occasional nail biting that he had to stop by the hold of his hand; then your mutterings of god, i need to fucking pee, than your road rage whenever someone swerved in front of you.

and although he finds your road rage entertaining, your nervousness isn't. especially now that he's parked in front of the building, the edifice towering over your car in its almost colossus height that could possibly be the same size as your anxiety.

"babe," he says, gathering your attention by letting go of your hand and placing it on your knee. your foot tapping stops, your attention turning from the window to him. joseph softens at the redness around your irises, and the deep frown on your face. "are you alright?"

your eyebrows furrow in what seemed to be agitation at his question you deem stupid. but you can't handle being irrationally mad at him, so you bite your lip and shake your head. "no. no, jo. i'm so nervous i feel like i'm gonna explode."

joseph pouts when you look at the window again, takes note of your uneven breathing before he's taking your chin into his fingers. you look at him, the tears slowly brimming your eyes as his thumb untucks your lip between your teeth, massaging the broken skin.

"we wouldn't want that, wouldn't we?" he rubs your chin. "its kind of hard to clean blood off my car, y'know?"

you tsk, followed by a small whine that turns into short laughter that makes him giggle at his small victory. he soon then takes your whole face into his hands, his thumbs beneath your eyes.

"honey tell me what's wrong, yeah?"

joseph's comfort cascades through you in the slightest. "i'm worried they won't like me. or- or think i'm not good enough for this. what if they say something like sorry, we don't think you're good enough because you suck."

"baby, they won't," his thumbs rub the wrinkles in the corner of your eyes. "firstly because you don't. you're amazing. second, it's unprofessional of them to say that you suck."

"jo!"

"alright, i'm sorry," he only chuckles when you do. joseph leans in to press a kiss to the button of your nose, before he's leaning his forehead with yours. "you're gonna do great, okay? i know that because you're you. and you're smart, and amazing, and hard working. you hear me?"

you sniffle despite the lack of tears that spill down. you nod against him. "thanks for boosting my ego. i might ask them to step down and i'll take their job."

"what, like, in the office?"

"yeah," joseph pulls on his sleeve, cotton covering his thumb as he wipes your nose. your face wrinkles, leaning away slightly. "what if i don't get the job?"

"then fuck them!" he scoffs. "they're passing on an opportunity to hire the most amazing person in the world. they don't deserve you then. you're too perfect for those stinky bastards."

you laugh, kissing his palm. "i got this, right?"

before he says anything, he's littering kisses all over your face — cheeks, nose, forehead, temple, before they settle needly and softly on your lips. joseph breaks away, give you three more pecks before he pushes the hair out of your forehead. "yeah, you do. you're my baby. and my baby can do anything." he squeezes your cheeks. "you're a strong, confident woman."

you exhale, tugging on your collar and straightening your shoulders as you repeat. "i am a strong, confident woman. jesus fuck, where'd you get that?"

"i don't know. it just came up in my mind," he frowns. "listen. you have to trust yourself, okay? you have everything you need and all you gotta do is—"

"don't cry. keep myself composed. and smile always," you huff. he subtly presses his hand on top of your heart, where he feels the faint thumping slowing down but still keeping a hindered nervous beat. "okay. okay okay. thank you. i gotta go, i love you."

he steals one last kiss, caressing your hair. "love you more. good luck! you got this."

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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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Wright Anything Agency + Prosecutors Office= Chaos chpt.1

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Recovery date: May 25th, 2020

Description: The WAA's air conditioner breaks during an LA summer, so they go to the only place they can think of... the prosecutors office. Chaos ensues led by the youngest members of the Wright and Edgeworth families.

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Related works: Miles adopts Sky, Trucy meets Sky

Chapters: 1 2 2.5 3 4 5 5.5

Word count: 2 452

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June 21st 7:26 A.M Hey Miles So I was wondering, can the wright Anything agency borrow some of the prosecutor office space? We uh, can’t really use our office rn It’s kind of a safety hazard Miles 7:35 A.M What on earth are you on about Wright? What’s wrong with your office? 7:36 A.M AC’s down Gonna get wayyyy too hot So What do you say Miles 7:36 A.M How did your air conditioner break? 7:39 A.M … long story? Trucy Miles 7:40 A.M No Find somewhere else to go Work never gets done when your children are involved And why don’t you just get it fixed? 7:45 Apparently a bunch of ACs decided to die Can’t get to us till end of the week So this is more can we stay for the whole We Week Miles 7:48 Still no. 7:50 Fine Enjoy babysitting! :) Miles 8:25 A.M WRIGHT! I told you you couldn’t work here! So why are your children employees here? 8:26 A.M Klavier said Apollo could work with him since they’re on a case together, Athena pestered Blackquill till he caved, and Trucy’s there cause the other two are there So! Can I come work in your office? Miles 8:27 A.M Fine. But only so you can keep them in line. 8:28 A.M Great! I’m on my way up! Miles 8:28 A.M What do you mean “On your way up”?

Not long after sending his question, there was a knock at his door. With a reluctant sigh he called for the person to enter and as expected, it was Wright. The smirk on his face told Edgeworth he’d been waiting. Of course he was. He knew the other prosecutors would let their favored agency members stay here for the week. The only person who would object was Edgeworth himself and all Wright had to do was give him a less favorable option than sharing his office. His two options now were A) Babysit his usual group of children plus the Wright Anything agency himself, or B) Share his office with Wright and have help babysitting. There was only one logical answer.

“Don’t worry, we’ll behave.” Wright had taken a seat on the couch, taking his papers out on the coffee table. So he’d actually brought his work? That didn’t mean he intended to do it. “Our AC is seriously broken. We just need a non-lethal place to work, and the prosecutor’s office seemed like a good idea.”

Edgeworth sighed, “I can’t help every defense agency out like this. What makes you so special?”

“Hmm…” Wright looked like he was thinking about it, but Edgeworth knew he wasn’t. “Boyfriend privileges,” he shrugged.

Edgeworths face turned slightly pink, “That won’t always work. And just so you know, the only reason I haven’t kicked you out yet is because there isn’t anything big this week. Sky and Franziska are flying in tomorrow,” Wright shuddered at the thought of Franziska, “and I believe prosecutor Sahdmadhi and detective Skye are here for work purposes starting Thursday.”

“Well…” Wright still seemed to be trying to do work, Edgeworth’s suspicion didn’t budge. Wright was always up to something, “It’ll be nice to see Prosecutor Von Karma again,” Liar, “And I’m sure Apollo will be happy to see prosecutor Sahdmadhi again.”

Edgeworth nodded and returned to his laptop. He had quite a bit of work to finish before his daughter and sister’s return, as he’d promised to spend time with Sky. When she’d left with her aunt, he’d been very busy and hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. To make it up to her, he agreed to a movie night when she got back. It’d also be nice to have a runner in the building again. Usually during breaks, when she wasn’t abroad with her father or aunt, she’d help out around the office. This ranged from running papers between prosecutors or the Wright Anything agency, to making sure everyone ate and left at semi-decent times. It was like her part time job.

They sat together in silence for quite a while. The only sound was the scratching of Wright’s pen on paper and Edgeworth tapping on his laptop. Edgeworth’s unease about having the Wright Anything agency around had slowly started to disappear. It helped that Wright kept checking his phone to check in with the others. He had to admit that working with Wright like this was nice. Maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad.

And then the phone rang…

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“So herr forehead, why can’t you use the agency again?”

“The AC broke,” Apollo mumbled, he was looking over evidence for his case tomorrow.

Simon, who was feeding Taka, looked over, “Did Wright-dono forget to pay the bill?” Athena snickered and Trucy, who had been practising card tricks, stopped.

“No… it wasn’t daddy’s fault. This time.” Apollo smiled at this and Athena covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. “I was working on a new magic trick with Athena… and it sort of didn’t work.”

“And this is why we have a “no fire tricks in the agency” policy,” Apollo hummed and passed a paper over to Klavier.

Simon and Klavier had offered to let them work in their offices, but they’d declined because they did actually need to get work done. In fact, Mr. Wright had only agreed to let them work here (instead of the library) if they agreed to get actual work done. Athena had immediately gotten defensive because “we always do our work” and Apollo just sighed. Mr. Wright did have a point, it seemed outside of court, they never got work done. So, they’d decided to work in the cafeteria away from distractions, Apollo’s idea. Then the distractions decided to join them, Klavier’s idea. However, it’d been about an hour and they’d been working fine.

They were sitting together around a table. Trucy was working on card tricks for the most part, and Apollo and Klavier were working on their case. While Simon was doing paperwork for his case that ended yesterday, and Athena was playing with her mood matrix. It was surprisingly quiet, didn’t they have more prosecutors? A few people had come in for coffee, but the office always seemed too quiet. Klavier and Simon were doing their work on laptops while Apollo had to do it all by hand. He really needed a laptop.

“I’m booorrred, let’s take a break!” Athena piped up.

“Cykes-dono, you haven’t done anything yet.”

“Sure I ha-”

“Playing with your mood matrix doesn’t count,” Apollo grumbled looking up. “And we haven’t even been here for an hour.” He looked up at the clock, “okay, we’ve been here for a little over an hour. But you still haven’t done anything.” He felt a weight drop on his back.

“Come on Polly! Fifteen minutes, I’ll even help you guys after.” Trucy had draped herself over his back and was whining in his ear.

“Well then Fraulein,” Klavier leaned his chin on his hand and looked at Trucy, “ What do you propose we do?”

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“Chief prosecutor Edgeworth’s office, speaking? Yes?” Wright looked up at him. Edgeworth took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Is that so?” Wright felt a chill run down his spine as Edgeworth glared at him. “Yes, I’ll tell him. I’ll also come down myself. No, don’t tell them.”

“Sooo… What was that about?” Wright had a feeling he knew, but he’d give his kids the benefit of a doubt.

“Come with me.”

Edgeworth stood up and headed towards the door. Wright quickly shuffled his papers together and headed to the door, tripping on the coffee table. So much for the benefit of the doubt, hopefully Edgeworth would let them keep working here for now. Although he had a feeling he was pushing it. He had no problem working in the courthouse library, but the others had asked the prosecutors. So, he figured he might as well ask Edgeworth. They took the stairs down to the first floor where the cafeteria was. Instead of entering right away, Edgeworth stopped at the door.

Confused, Wright leaned into the door. At first he heard nothing, but he knew something had to be wrong because Edgeworth was glaring daggers at the door. Then he heard the faint sound of metal hitting metal. It was followed by cheers and “You can do it!”. He stood up straight and shrugged.

“Sounds like your guys not mine.” He turned to Edgeworth who leveled him with a glare.

“Think again,” he growled as he pushed the door open quietly.

Once they stepped inside, they were met with a cleared out space containing a fight. There was an audience as well made up of prosecutor Gavin, Trucy, Kay Faraday, and Godot who was off to the side watching and drinking coffee. They had their backs to the door and were instead watching Athena and Simon have a sword fight. Since when could Athena use a sword? Off at one of the other tables was Apollo trying to do work still, as always, and closer to the door was Sebastian Debeste. There were even some prosecutors Phoenix didn’t recognize poking their heads through the other door. They ducked out though as soon as they spotted the chief.

“Prosecutor Debeste,” Edgeworth spoke as he approached the other, “what is going on?”

“Ah!” Sebastian was startled and clamped his hand over his mouth, “Mr. Edgeworth! I uh… I’m not sure. This just didn’t seem very safe.” Edgeworth nodded and walked past him.

“It appears I was wrong to assume I didn’t need to make a rule against sword fights.” He stepped up to the group and everyone stopped. Wright swore he saw souls leave bodies once they noticed him.

“Hi Mr.Edgeworth!” Kay cheered, she clearly had no fear of Edgeworth.

At this Apollo looked up and took an ear plug out of his ear. Noticing Wright and Edgeworth he sighed.

“Told you,” he called over to the group, returning to his work. Everyone else, minus Kay who was smiling and Godot who was snickering, hung their heads in shame.

“I believe you all still have work to do. I hope I don’t need to respond to another call like this, if I do, there will be consequences.” He turned towards Godot, “I’d expect more of the oldest person in the room.”

“You expect better behavior from a convict then a bunch of lawyers? Geez how bad behaved are these kids?”

“He said oldest, nothing to do with whether you’re a convict or not,” Wright said from by the door. He hadn’t moved, mostly because he was still trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. As a boss and father he should scold them, he just wasn’t sure how.

They all stood in silence for a bit until Edgeworth turned and left. So he was leaving Wright to clean up? He could do that.

“Well, I’m going to look at my crime scene once more before tomorrow,” Apollo said, getting up.

“No you’re not,” Wright turned to him, “help put the tables back. Then Athena, Trucy, and you are coming to talk to me.” Then the arguing started.

“Why me?” Apollo asked.

“Well you didn’t exactly try to stop us, Polly.”

“Look at that, Trite grew a pair,” Godot started laughing and Wright frowned at him.

“Well what about the prosecutors? And Kay and Sebastian didn’t do anything to stop us!” Athena whined.

“Well I’m a thief! Not a lawyer.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t technically work here.”

“I’m sure we'll have to face herr Edgeworth later, or he’ll just give us a bunch of paperwork.”

“This is your fault for humoring Wright-chan.”

“You agreed to have a sword fight with the Fraulein!”

“Okay everyone stop! Just clean up, Edgeworth can deal with the prosecutors and Kay. And I’m pretty sure Sebastian was the one who told the receptionist. Now hurry up so we can apologize to Edgeworth.” There was a course of whining and someone muttered snitch. “If you really don’t want to apologize that’s fine,” Wright turned and headed to the door patting Sebastian on the shoulder, “I’m sure the courthouse library won’t mind us working there for the week.”

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Edgeworth returned to his office before Wright as he’d left his partner to pick up the mess his children had made. Although he’d never call them that out loud, he did think of them as his children. Mostly because they kept causing him trouble. Taking a seat at his desk, he opened his laptop back up and checked the weather briefly. It was supposed to rain tomorrow, but nothing too bad. He could expect his sister and daughter back that evening. Turning Back to his work, he decided if Wright wasn’t back in half an hour he’d call to make sure he was actually picking up the mess.

We've been here so long... Still I remember the rainy September, Contact. Two, four, one, ten. Two four, one, ten. Am I transmitting? Is anyone listening? Contact.

He stopped typing and looked at his phone. She changed his ringtone for herself again, he sighed. She also knew better than to call him during work hours. Still, he picked up.

“Shouldn’t you be having dinner?” He smiled. “Oh? Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow. I miss you too. Well try to get some sleep, you don’t want to be too tired. Are you at an airport, I thought you two were leaving later. No- don’t change the sub- Yes. I did notice, please stop changing my ringtone. Alright, I love you too. Goodbye.”

“Sky?”

Edgeworth jumped and looked up. Wright was standing in front of him with a smile on his face. So he’d managed to get everyone back to work had he?

“Yes. I’m assuming everyone went back to work?”

“Took some effort but once I said we’d have to work in the court house library if they didn’t stop, they cleaned up real quick. Your prosecutors didn’t want to incur anymore wrath so they weren’t too picky, except Godot… Why is he here again? Isn’t he still serving time.”

“Prosecutor Godot, much like prosecutor Blackquill, still has a job to do,” Edgeworth looked over at his laptop to see Wright settling back down. Wright shrugged at this. “And what’s wrong with the court house library?”

“They can’t play around as much,” Wright hummed, not looking up from his work.

“Well, let's hope the rest of this week isn’t anymore chaotic.” Really, he shouldn’t have said that.

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 2 years

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Can We Be Wrong Tonight? - Chapter Five

Pairing: Colin Zabel x Reader

Work Summary: In the wake of Missy Sager’s disappearance, you’re having trouble staying safe while making ends meet. Colin Zabel x Sex Worker!Reader.

Chapter Summary: Colin starts to worry that he hasn't heard from you.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Word Count: 1667

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @trashmaximoff @raincoffeeandfandoms @josephines-simps-fics @mrs-kai-anderson @cursedandromedablack @pappachismoth @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes: Sorry it's been ages, I'm spinning a lot of plates rn.

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You never texted him when you got home. Maybe that wasn’t so unusual. Maybe it was so late when you finally did get home that you didn’t want to disturb him. Or you might’ve forgotten. There was no reason to be worried.

Still, Colin couldn’t shake the creeping sensation that he’d ruined everything. He’d blurted out that he loved you in a drunken, post-coital haze. You’d just looked so pretty like that, looking up at him with those doe eyes, pushing your red dress down to cover yourself.

It was stupid. He was stupid. Men paid you to fuck them. He paid you to fuck him. This was your job and he shouldn’t have expected anything more.

As he was driving to work the next morning, a little hungover and very embarrassed, he mulled it over again.

It was your job. He paid you for sex.

Usually.

Not last night, though. You had said you’d needed it too. He’d fucked you up against a wall and you had marked up his neck with your teeth and told him he was yours. You’d told him not to worry about paying. He wondered if that offer still stood, or if he’d ruined it all when he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut.

It didn’t matter. He would pay you anyway, as soon as the money came in. You needed it more than he did.

He picked up the usual two coffees, plus a muffin for Mare to apologise for ditching her last night. Not that she seemed bothered by it. She didn’t even look up at him until he set the cup down in front of her.

“Damn Zabel, good night last night?” she asked, half-smirking.

“What?”

She pointed to the hickey on his neck, and he flushed bright pink. “Is that why you left in such a hurry?”

“No comment. Can we get on with work please?”

“… Fine.”

He managed to put you out of his mind for a couple of hours. He was busy with work. At lunchtime, he checked his phone and saw the open text chain with you. You still hadn’t messaged. But then again, he hadn’t either. Maybe he should say something. Just to get the ball rolling.

He sat there, staring at the phone for several minutes. He typed out a message, and then deleted it, and then another, and then deleted it too. In the end, he settled on:

Hey, hope you’re doing okay, sorry about last night, I’ll pay you next week x

He sent it before he could talk himself out of the ‘x’ at the end. Then he put his phone in his pocket and got back to work.

At the end of the day, you still hadn’t texted. He was staring down at his phone when Mare’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Zabel.”

“What?” He looked up, startled, almost knocking over his water bottle in the process.

She just sighed. “You gonna tell me what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Nothing. I’m sorry. I just…”

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Just what?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just getting in my own head.”

“Well,” she huffed, “try to get out of it. See you tomorrow, Zabel.”

“Goodnight, Mare.”

His mother was out when he got home, which he was thankful for. He really didn’t need to be interrogated about his love life right now. Instead, he stripped down to his boxers, and lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

You hadn’t invited him back to your place after the first time. So logically, he must’ve done something wrong then. Maybe he shouldn’t have left while you were sleeping? He didn’t know what the proper etiquette was.

Maybe you just realised that you didn’t like him enough to want him in your home?

And that was fine. Well, it made him want to cry, but he would understand if you felt that way. It’s not like he’d ever been lucky in love in the past. He put his phone on charge and rolled over, clutching a pillow to his chest. He didn’t sleep very that night. Or any of the following nights, for that matter.

It had been four days and you still hadn’t texted. He had sent a couple more messages, one a day so that you wouldn’t feel harassed. He felt guilty anyway.

The taste of you, the smell of your body in his clothes had faded after the first day. Now the hickey was fading too. The reminders of you were everywhere, and it made his heart sink.

Eventually, he made a choice. He was starting to get really worried. You’d never gone so long without texting him back before. Surely the sex can’t have been that bad? Surely the misplaced ‘I love you’ wasn’t enough to warrant this level of silent treatment?

So he sent you a message:

Hey, I’m really sorry that I keep texting but I haven’t heard from you. Please just let me know that you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone if you want me to, but I need to know that you’re safe. If you don’t text me back, I’m gonna come by your apartment this evening to check on you. If you don’t want me to, just say so and I’ll leave you alone. Forever, if that’s what you want. Sorry if I ruined everything.

His heart was pounding in his ears as he got dressed for work. He wanted to give you a reasonable enough time to respond to his message, so that if he showed up at your apartment, you wouldn’t be surprised. He tried not to think about it.

That was just about the longest day of work he’d ever experienced. His phone felt like a lead weight in his pocket. Mare had given up on trying to get through to him. He was about as useful as a brick wall right now. But she didn’t push. She just hoped he’d snap out of it soon.

By the time six o’clock rolled around, you still hadn’t texted back. His decision was made for him. He would go to your apartment, and hope that you were there and okay and wouldn’t slap him for coming over uninvited. That was the absolute best case scenario he could hope for right now.

It was payday. That, at the very least, was a good thing. He stopped by the bank before going to your place, taking out the money he owed you and stowing it in his wallet. After that, he got into his car and drove straight to your place. His palms were sweaty as he walked up the stairs to your apartment. When he came face to face with your front door, he almost couldn’t knock.

He hesitated with his fist raised, the look on your face when he told you he loved you bouncing around inside his head. You’d jerked away from him so fast. Colin felt like there was a fist clenching around his heart.

He knocked. No one came to the door. He knocked again, louder this time, and then stood there silent, listening. Your apartment was small enough that he would hear it if you were in the shower. He couldn’t hear anything.

Maybe you were out working? He was contemplating sliding a note under your door when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

He jumped, spinning around to face the person behind him. It was a middle-aged man, balding, with an angry look on his face.

“Who are you?” asked the man brusquely.

“I… I’m looking for Y/N. I’m a… friend of hers.”

The man scoffed. “She’s not here. She hasn’t been here in days.”

Colin felt all of the blood draining from his face. “Do you know where she went?”

“No. But she is late on rent. So if she doesn’t come back soon I’m going to have to serve an eviction notice.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” is what Colin wanted to say, but didn’t. Instead, he asked, “You’re her landlord?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How much does she owe?”

“$600.”

“It’s $600 a month to rent this place?”

“You got a problem with that?”

Colin swallowed hard. “Can I pay on her behalf? I have cash.”

The man regarded him for a long moment. “Okay.” Evidently he thought it was the way he was most likely to get his money.

“And just so you know, I am a police officer, so don’t try anything.”

“Okay, okay.” The landlord raised both hands. “I am an honest man. I will give you a receipt as proof of payment.”

“Thank you. I’m also going to need to see some documentation to prove that you own this apartment, and that the rent is the amount stated.”

“…Fine.”

Mare was waiting for him at the diner when he got there. He had texted her as soon as he was done with your landlord. She raised her eyebrows at him as he sat down opposite her. There were two cups of coffee on the table, and she pushed one towards him.

“Thanks,” said Colin, rubbing his hands together, trying to warm them up.

“Are you gonna tell me what this is about?”

He looked down at his coffee, as if the answer might be floating in the cup. “You remember when we spoke to Y/N about the girls who had gone missing.”

Mare gave him a confused look. “Sure?”

“Well… She and I… met up… a few times.” She raised both eyebrows at him. “But she’s gone missing. Her landlord hasn’t seen her in days and she’s not responding to any of my texts. I don’t know what to do.” The last sentence came out as a choked out sob, and to Colin’s horror, he realised that he was crying. Mare looked just as surprised as he did.

“Okay…” She put a hand on his arm. “We’re going to find her. Just start at the beginning.”

#colin zabel x reader #evan peters x reader #colin zabel #colin zabel fanfiction

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anotherblblog · 1 year

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My School President Finale Quick Blurb

The MSP finale delivered.

I did want more TiwPor and Mrs Gim.

But I’m still very very happy. Definitely my biggest surprise from a bl. I went in with no expectations and was pleasantly surprised with how thoughtful this series was.

Also I appreciate the finale being so long. I really think that should become a thing. Send (good) shows off with a big fanfare and not worry about wrapping it up in under 30 mins or 1 hour. Take your time and have your panning shots and long takes and just stretch your legs and enjoy the world you’ve built and story you’ve told.

The My School President finals felt a very nice and well fucking deserved victory lap.

And I haven’t really felt a series capture the end of a school period bittersweet hopefulness so well.

It wasn’t a perfect series but I think it did really did hit home for me what it felt like. What love and being young and queer feels like. It is a very optimistic series and ultimately an intentionally light and hopeful one but it still showed the ugly sides of growing up queer and how those external forces and fears hurt and stymie the individual. The paranoia, growing pains, realizing who is and isn’t in your corner while and also figuring out (or thinking you are figuring out) who you are.

While also taking those first steps at acknowledging and acting on your romantic and sexual feelings and sense of self. So yeah no biggie.

MSP was flirty and funny and charming and I think above all sincere.

It felt sincere watching Tinn and Gun find real meaning in their feelings towards the other and want to act on it but also be hesitant and insecure in those feelings. And working through that and also maturing and coming into their own as people.

There is also a bit of whiplash with this last arc of MSP overlapping with Cheating McChicken and seeing Fourth, Gemini, and my baby daddy Mark Pakin in these vastly different but somewhat similar characters is really interesting in a meta sense.

The parental trio in this series honestly was an amazing supporting cast and I think they are some of the best parents I’ve seen in a bl. They also felt very sincere. Sincerely loving their kids and sincerely loving themselves. Mrs Potjanee was easily the third lead/foremost supporting character and I think her arc in some ways was more appreciated by me (as I closer to her than a high schooler in age).

The songs were catchy and the musical romcom vibes were great.

I used to think gmmtv would one day need to stand trial for their sins against the actual queer community but I do think they have made meaningful adjustments to whatever happens in their writing rooms and whatever decisions it takes to run a company/studio.

I started this show cuz Teh’s hot roommate from IPYTM was in it and I’m glad I did. Mark Pakin is still my baby daddy fr. And thirst bias aside he was really outstanding as the supporting character of the series.

Ok this quick blurb is kinda not quick but whatever.

Ugh my top 20 series list is shaking rn.

🎶 Come rain or shine

Your shoulder is there to get me through

I don’t know what tomorrow brings

But with you I’m ready for anything 🎶

#my school president #MSP #my school President 12 #my school President episode 12 #the first mark Pakin series of 2023 has concluded and the mark Pakin renaissance is glorious

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suchsaccharine · 1 year

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330am and have no intention of trying to sleep at this point. I just need to keep this in the for front of my mind today while I’m working.

Keep in mind that once I leave for work, redo-sing is not an option.

My hs reunion is this weekend.

Gonna want to be rested for that.

For sure.

Actually in the past month (sober) I’ve made much much much more progress in my wl mission than in months prior. Sleeping is where it’s at.

But I had a moment of weakness and I gave in, and now I’ve got to see my decision through to the end.

The end.

I want to cut out random drvg sessions. Like randomly ordering ket, c0ke, speed, mdm@ once every other month. Like where would I be if I didn’t…where could I be if I don’t stay right where I’m at? I have a strong argument for the opposite side, but I do consider this.

I think I’m going to try it.

Cut out everything but my dabs and herb.

Might avoid the tempting redbull substitution this time bc that felt great at first, and then it didn’t.

I lay next to my baby while they sleep and I wish I could enjoy watching them sleep peacefully for so much longer. The sun will rise soon.. another day of being flooded with internal declarations of parental shortcomings and failures. I’ve not felt so genuinely ready to not be here since I had convinced myself I had contracted an incurable sti for like a full 6 months in the first half of 11th grade. But this time it’s not cause of inevitable aloneness, or even disliking raising my child, but that I can see almost nothing but mistakes every single day and I’m starting to believe and accept that I’m kind of not the greatest and that he may be happier in the short+long term if I just..went. I know that probably sounds crazy. And I don’t feel like a bad person or a mean person… but I feel like I could be doing better. And I am trying. Like everyday I consciously attempt to be better than the day before, or at least be very self aware of what I’m projecting.. and I still just feel like I’m failing this kid. I see them laugh and smile and joke and goof off but in my mind …. It’s like I’m so worried ab what could be having a last or traumatizing effect on them, that I truly cannot steer my thoughts in another direction. All day. And all night.

I remember feeling this genre of anxiety for the first time - the first night we were home from the hospital. I don’t think I slept at all. Between feedings I was just in shock. And that was over 8 yrs ago.

See, I wasn’t supposed to have them when I did. It was just a check up and their dad just left me 2 weeks prior and I was only 19 and it was over a month before the actual due date. When they put that baby in my chest, I never felt more lost and confused and helpless in my entire life. I felt bad that I wasn’t having that magical moment that you hear about. But I suspected, during my pregnancy, that I might not. Looking back I can see that I had detached myself from my surroundings and my self because my life had become very actively traumatic. It took me years to figure out that’s why I have and haven’t done a lot of the things I did…and didn’t. Maybe within the last 3 yrs I’ve really been trying to come to terms with everything in the past so I can be better from my child today, and tomorrow. But anyway…

Idk why I typed all that out as if I haven’t written about this in other journals. I guess it’s not the backstory I’m fixated on rn, it’s the current climate. I just can’t tell if they’re happy or not. They told me last night about a disturbing nightmare they’ve been having for about 3 months, which is almost how long my partner for 4yrs (-1.5) have been back together. My partner cares for tha kid a lot and is a good role model. But I feel he is sometimes too quick to be too stern. It’s disheartening. But, He will ensure my child has every opportunity for a successful future. And I’m deathly afraid I can’t provide that all by myself. What’s the lesser of two evils? And while my partner is stern, my child usually has an overall positive shift in behavior with them around. But sometimes I can just see where they are miscommunicating and honestly I am often a bit more ‘on the side’ of my kid because as I observe them together, I can basically see what my kid meant by what they said, why they phrased it how they did, why they are frustrated that you don’t seem to be on the same page. I see it play out across his expressive features clear as day.

I’m only one tiny person. I wish I had all the answers. I don’t. I just really really hope the decisions I make about him do not make him worse off than he would be otherwise. God I feel like shit for bringing him into my mess of a life.

#eedee #drvgs #i feel so guilty #trailer trash #better off without me #i’m sorry #cross to bear #selfish #teen parents #rice cake nation #failure #eedee tumblr #eedeetwt #stupid #trauma #giving birth

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begin again au or cc rosenali Denali feeling so bad because he can’t live at home rn because rosie is contagious but all he wants to do is take care of him because it’s painful and rosie is so sick

Tbh idk anything about monkey pox but it appears like it’s mostly transmitted through sex and/or kissing or direct contact with the rash so for realism to the fic I’m gonna give Rosie covid bc he could’ve gotten that anywhere without kissing nobody <3 and I did this for begin again au even tho it technically doesn’t matter but I feel like begin again au Nali would be sadder and it would be harder for him to be alone but anyway …Um <3

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Denali tucked his knees to his chest, ipad propped up against the lamp that sat on the desk he sat at. He stared back at Rosé on the screen, cringing every time he coughed or winced. Though, Denali was the healthy one, his own chest ached alongside Rosé’s.

“I just don’t understand why I can’t come home to take care of you,” he sniffled, wiping at his eyes with the hoodie he stole from Rosé before he left for tour.

Rosé sighed and ran his fingers through his messy hair, he felt awful and lonely but he put his foot down and wouldn’t allow Denali to come back home. He’d have to drop out of the tour and the last thing Rosé wanted was for him to come down with it too.

“Baby, I’m okay,” he croaked, unconvincing to his partner on the screen, “are you?”

Watery eyed and lip wobbling, Denali shook his head. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, I’m scared.”

Rosé silently thanked the universe that his first time coming down with Covid happened after 3 vaccines and a lot more knowledge than what everyone had two years ago, but he knew Denali like the back of his hand and he knew that no matter what the CDC or doctors said; he’d still be worried something would happen to Rosé.

“Nali,” he cooed as softly as he could with the hoarseness of his voice, “nothing is gonna happen to me. I’m managing just fine at home. I wish more than anything that you could come be with me, but you’d have to leave your tour and even after I’m better, you might get it and have to quarantine even longer. I don’t want you to miss your entire tour.”

“I don’t care about the tour! I want to go home. You would take care of me if I was sick.”

Rosé sighed, Denali was right. No matter what was going on, if the roles were reversed he’d be on the first flight home to be with him. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend his wishes but nothing came out but an agreement.

“I know I would.”

“Can I please come home? Please. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

He could tell at that point bargaining wouldn’t work, Denali’s hands shook hard enough for Rosé to be able to tell through the screen and he was headed in a place that was scary enough for him to be in with Rosé around, nevermind alone.

“Whatever you need to do, baby. I’m okay though, I can promise you that. I don’t want you to come home and regret it when we’re stuck inside for the next three weeks.”

“It’ll be worse if I’m not there and something happens,” he admitted quietly, still not letting go of the fact that even though Rosé’s symptoms were pretty mild, there was still a chance he could get worse.

“Okay, baby. If you want to come home, you can. I’ll be here waiting for you. I can’t really go anywhere else at the moment,” he added with a small chuckle that he could barely manage through coughs.

“I love you, I’ll be home tomorrow, okay? Please please call me if anything happens, please.”

Rosé smiled sadly, feelings of guilt settling in his stomach, but there wasn’t any use fighting it. “Okay, darling, I love you too.”

#begin again verse #prompt request

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I hate you. I’m not okay. In fact I’m actually sitting on the floor in tears like real tears. We didn’t deserve this. Blondie didn’t deserve any of this. Pretty Boy doesn’t either and now I know when he finds out he’s going to be blaming himself more and more. I know we wanted angst but I’m broken. You’re actually ruining me so bad rn. I’m in pain. I love this story sm but I’m too mentally unstable and crying over fictional characters over here I think there’s something wrong with me. 🥺😞

"She breathed life back into you, man," 🥰😍😌❤️‍🩹😩💗🤍😭🥺😵‍💫

Morgan- that hurt. She saved him and you’re busy breaking hearts.

"You made it very clear to me that you want nothing to do with me, that you don't wanna see me anymore…so you won't." 😵‍💫🔫 ummm wow- r u okay?? Like how’s life honestly?? 😭😭. We love you Morgan but some of these words and dialogue and pain is overbearing at times. I just- idk what to think. They were so good and it went to shit soo fast. I was so ready for the angst but truth is I lied this chapter def hurt more than the last. ☹️☹️💔🫂

Morgan??? She got hurt. Like why? Why her? She didn’t deserve that. 😢👎 She just seemed so helpless. My Blondie seemed so helpless. She’s doing everything right all she ever wanted to do was to help Jay. 😖I’ve been requesting this fic to my friends, I brag abt how excited I am for Tuesday’s and everything😭😭. Now I feel helpless the urge of wanting to hurt Camilla is growing. She has to go. Idk what’s the plan but it has to happen soon bc ima knock her out through my screen😭😩.

Amazing chapter idk, I’m never forgiving you that’s what I know. Can’t wait for the new emojis. I love you for the amazing fic but I hate you for what you are doing to my family. ☹️😢💔.

(ps)I’m so sick like why do I listen to the saddest music while reading send help ASAP!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫☹️

What am I gonna do till next week . You have a lot of fixing to do. I’m pretty sure everyone in the fandom hates you now just for this chapter alone😐💔

(Ps) all jokes aside we love you and thank you sm for all the hardwork 💗❤️‍🩹🤍

Oh friend!! *hugs*

Hailey really didn’t deserve it, but at the same time, it was a sort of necessary evil that had to happen. But oh goodness, Jay is definitely gonna be blaming himself even more after what happened to her. *cue more hugs*

I really do have a thing for those heart shattering lines of dialogue it seems. I’m just fine, but I also really like pain and chaos ok?? 😬🥴

I know it hurts, but I promise Blondie will be okay!! Her and Pretty Boy will work through all this craziness and they’ll be happy again eventually. It’s just gonna take some time and a lot of healing to get there pal. And don’t you worry about Camilla or Stan…they’ll both get what’s coming to them. I can’t wait for you to see how it all happens!!

There was definitely a lot of yelling with this chapter, but that just means I’m doing something right…or incredibly wrong depending how you look at it. The teasers tomorrow are gonna be fun and I sense some more yelling may occur. 👀😅

Of course I know you’re joking!! I love all of you right back and I am forever blown away how you love this fic so much. I can’t thank you enough for reading pal. Thank you for that and for the yelling and always being so supportive. I cannot wait for you to see what happens in the next chapter!! 🥰💕

#answered ask #upstead fic #nbtlyg things

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aleksa-sims · 10 months

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RL Simself-Story (18+)

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Me: Hey Alex…. Am I disturbing you? … Um, sorry it’s about Daniel. We need to talk.

Alex: Yea, ok… Did you talk to him about that girl, Tina?

Me: Yea. …And he still doesn’t remember her. But I’m afraid he might remember her, once he sees her, you know?

Alex: I understand you, but you shouldn’t keep secrets from him. And that Tina won’t stop bothering you about Daniel. She has to hear it from him himself. He has to make it clear to her, that he doesn’t remember her and doesn’t want her.

Me: I’m still scared, maybe he wants her after she talked to him. I’m so afraid of losing him. And that’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you. Daniel is a bit insecure and irritable rn. He thinks I-….. I have a crush on you. Yea, totally silly, I know. But you have to go. So sorry, Alex. I don’t want you & Daniel fighting, so I thought I’d talk to you about it before he does.

Alex: It’s okay, A.! I was going home today anyway. I noticed my brother is pissed at me. Now I know why! And well, we really hid something, so I get him. You need to tell him about that too.

Me: I can’t! You don’t understand! If he finds out, he’ll blame himself and I don’t want that! I can do it! That was just an exception. Just forget that!….. You know, I feel so bad. Maybe you don’t have to go? Tomorrow is your birthday and your sister’s coming home too. She’s so excited and wants to meet you.

Alex: No, I can’t stay here. But I want to talk to Daniel later. I want to sort this out with him and there’s something important I need to tell him. Don’t worry, I won’t talk about you. It’s about… our father. But why does he even think you’re into me? Did you ever cheat or something?

Me: No, I swear! I’d never cheat on him! And that’s not what he thought! It has to do with something…. I used to do…..with my….ex. Our relationship was a bit….. weird? However I don’t want to talk about that. I mean, this could get kind of awkward.

Alex: I wish I had met Daniel much earlier…. But yea, I’m used to being misunderstood. I shouldn’t have stayed here, even if you were so nice and offered it to me. I was just surprised because usually no one else trusts me.

Me: That’s just my fault. I should have told him this shit about Tina right away. And Daniel wasn’t always so…. pissed. So much happend… It’s been tough for us. Anyway, you don’t have to be ashamed because you were in juvie. D. & I have done a lot of shit too. Maybe even more than you.

Me: Where were you last night? Did you find the girl who did this to you? I ask because I see you have a black eye.

Alex: I changed my mind, I don’t want to find her. I’m tired, A. Now it’s too late for justice anyway. I served my sentence and maybe that was the best thing that could have happened to me. I went to school there, graduated and even worked and learned a lot over the last two years. And the black eye was…. just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry, I’m fine. And… no matter why I was in for, fact is, I wasn’t innocent.

Me: You violated the law, but honestly? There’s worse. Everyone deserves a second chance and you have served your sentence. But how did you even get into this thing? I mean, you’re a normal guy. You didn’t have a criminal past and you grew up with your mom in a nice home.

Alex: Ask yourself, A. How did you get into drugs? I guess, you just fell in with the wrong crowd.

Alex: I hope Daniel believes that I don’t want to cause you any trouble. We got along well. I really didn’t think he’d get that mad at me.

Me: Maybe he calmed down. This morning he seemed to be ok again. Is there something you need from Daniel or me? You seem so worried.

Alex: No, I just want to sort this out, and my father only told me about Daniel and Tatjana two years ago, as you know. I was an only child, I always wanted siblings. So why did he keep silent for so long? I only had my mother. Still I had it much better than Daniel & Tatiana. But our father could have changed everything for us, he just had to tell me that I have siblings.

Me: Maybe you & Daniel should discuss this with your dad? I mean, this is…. just crazy and chaotic! Your parents should finally clear up all the shit & mess they caused. And as for you and your siblings, everything will be fine! You will see! Daniel will calm down and Tatiana is such a sweet girl. You’ll like her.

Alex: You’re right! And thank you! Thanks for everything. You could have stopped Daniel from meeting me, his unknown brother, who was in jail. And as for that girl, Tina, don’t worry about her. I’m sure she can’t hold a candle to you. And if you still need my help, I’ll help you. But now that Daniel knows, let’s see what he’ll say about that.

Me: Maybe I’m exaggerating about Tina? But if our love was/is just a lie and I’m just a replacement for Tina, I don’t want it anyway. I hope Daniel sees it like you do! However, thanks, A.! That was sweet what you said.

Alex: I’m leaving. I don’t want to trouble you two and there’s nothing between me and her! We just talked about that Tina, that’s all.

Daniel: Who beat you up?… What about your eye?

Alex: Um…. Nothing. I just was …. in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I don’t know what our father told you, but he did the same to my mother as he did to yours. And he was never really there for me, he was visiting twice a year for a short time and then he pissed off again. So, don’t trust him.

Daniel: My mother’s crazy! She thought I was cursed when I was born. So our father left. She scared him and yes he locked her up, because she was a danger to my sister and herself.

Alex: I belive you! And I’m so sorry for that. But he also hurt her. He did the same to my mother. And did you ask him where he’s been all these years? I mean now that you’re 21, he shows up, why? And why didn’t he tell you and your sister about me? Or me about you?

Daniel: Listen! I honestly don’t care where he was. I just wanted to know who this man is. Who’s my biological father, producer. It’s about knowing who I am. But now I don’t need him anymore! I’m an adult. So I don’t give a shit about him. The truth is, my parents are both crazy and I have always known that. That’s nothing new! So it doesn’t stuns or shock me either. But if you need answers, I understand that. And you don’t have to go. My sister called me. She wants to see you. She asked me to let you stay. She’ll be home tomorrow. You and her can ask our father all these questions if you want, but I have other things to take care of rn. Maybe when I get better, we can…. go on.

Alex: You’re not okay? It’s about that… Tina?

Daniel: No, man. I don’t give a fuck about her! Idk exactly what’s going on with me? But I might get an answer in a few days.

I didn’t interfere in the conversation between the two, I just made sure they didn’t start arguing or anything. I wanted Daniel to sort this out with his half-brother.

I felt so sorry for Daniel, Alex and Tatiana. It’s just sad that they didn’t know about each other in all these years. I don’t think this would have changed anything for Daniel & Tatiana but at least for Alex it would have been good to know that he has siblings. And as for Daniel’s dad, if Alex was right, D.’s mom actually told the truth about him. Then I’m not surprised that she was so afraid of him and escape was the only solution for her. Nevertheless, she should never have abandoned her two little kids. And even later what she did to Daniel was just… NOT normal!!! And Lucky, he’s been acting like a stray cat since he was constantly with our neighbors. They also had a cat, but their cat never left their apartment. She didn’t like it, so Lucky was always with our neighbors. So cute, but I missed him sm…..

….But he didn’t leave out his food, he knew exactly when he had to come home.

I was a bit jealous of our neighbors. Just because their cat didn’t leave the apartment, Lucky was with them so often. But our neighbors were so nice. It was an older couple who had no kids. The two invited Daniel & me constantly over to themselves. The woman loved to bake and brought us cake or pie every Sunday. Once the old lady didn’t get her door open, so Daniel helped her. Idk how he did it, but he got her door open. I didn’t make it either, she asked me for help that day. And well, I saw that she has a cat. Her name’s Biene (Bee), so cute and yea, that’s how Lucky & Biene got to know each other.

Me (to Lucky): All right, you little lothario, you’ve had your fun. Tomorrow you can see Biene again. But now go play with Daniel, he needs you! He’s not well.

Daniel was clearly Lucky’s fav person/human. He’s simply his best friend. That’s why I gave Lucky Daniel back, after he left. And yea Daniel wasn’t well at that time, but I’ll explain later. Also, we will meet Tina to sort this out with her. But you’ll see. And between Alex & me was nothing! We just got along well. But when Daniel left and I was so devastated, I almost got hooked again. Alex was trying to help me figure out what was going on with D. and why he left? But Alex didn’t do me good. And…. Nico! You know? I continued writing with him but still didn’t know that Nico was the person with whom I started that…. online friendship. I told N. what happend and…. yea, Nico opend my eyes! He said as long as Alex doesn’t leave, I won’t feel any better.

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

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bucky comes to you to patch him up

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a/n: hello hello !! i hope u all enjoy this soft drabble, working on another one shot rn inspired by another love song pls don’t fight me

“You should really get it checked out bucky, you were bleeding pretty badly” sam spoke, concerned for the super soldier as he waved him off, already heading for the exit.

“I’ll be fine, it’ll be healed by tomorrow anyway” Bucky spoke, ignoring the way his side ached and the bruise on his cheek pulsed. He just had to get to you, you would help him.

Bucky hopped into his car, driving to your apartment complex and quickly getting out of his car, head pounding.

He stumbled into the building, going up the stairs and turning right once he reached the second floor, searching for your apartment number. His eyes landed on your door and he knocked, trying to stand up straight.

You opened the door with a smile, but it quickly turned into a frown as you saw your boyfriends state.

“Buck what happened? oh my god c’mere” you ushered him in quickly, throwing his arm over your shoulder and helping him to your restroom. You motioned for him to sit atop your counter, rushing to get the first aid kit you had and some towels.

“how was your day” Bucky smiled, wincing as you dabbed some disinfectant on a cut on his cheek. You looked at him, rolling your eyes at how casual he was being.

“‘t was okay, tiring” you replied, focusing your attention on the small cuts on his face, giving him an ice pack to hold on his bruised cheek.

“I don’t need an ice pack doll” he protested, laughing as you held it out for him. You raised your eyebrow, setting the ice pack down and poking his bruise softly with your finger. He winced slightly and you held the ice pack out once again.

Bucky huffed, reluctantly taking the ice pack and holding it to his cheek.

“take your shirt off” you told him, throwing away some of the dirty alcohol wipes while you waited.

“no dinner first?” he joked and you chuckled, rolling your eyes as he smiled brightly at your reaction. Bucky slowly took his shirt off, sucking in a breath as he felt the shirt unstick from his already healing wound.

“james!” you gasped, seeing the dried blood on his side, taking note of the other bruises that littered his torso

“okay so maybe they got me a couple times” he began, leaning his back against the wall slowly to get more comfortable, “you should see the other guy” he winked and you couldn’t help your stomach turning.

You smiled at him and started to clean his torso up, cleaning up the wound on his side, making sure to pay extra attention so it wouldn’t get infected.

“I’m sure he looks worse than this” you giggled, not being able to picture your sweet boyfriend beating someone up. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, god, he probably looked so hot when he-

“ah, careful doll im not all vibranium” he joked and your eyes went wide, not realizing you had pressed on his cut too hard.

“I’m sorry angel i got distracted” you apologized, focusing on the cut again before starting to stitch him up. Bucky held his breath as you worked quickly, he smiled softly as he focused his eyes on you, letting himself relax.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes focused and hands working carefully, smiling as you tied up the end and finished.

“done” you sighed, looking up at bucky, smiling as your eyes met.

“what?” you asked, a smile on his face as he shook his head.

“just thinking about how you’re the love of my life” he spoke casually, sliding off the counter easily and kissing your forehead.

“be careful buck” you scolded him, not wanting him to rip his stitches, smiling as he placed the gentle kiss on your forehead, leading him to your bed so he could lay down.

You let him change into some clean clothes you had taken from him, he smiled at the way his t shirt now smelled like your perfume.

The two of you slid into bed quickly, letting him cuddle up to you and lay his head in your lap, his breathing steadying and the pounding in his head already subsiding in your presence. You ran your fingers up and down his back, drawing pictures with your index finger to relax him.

“what got you distracted earlier” he questioned softly, a small smirk on his face as he heard your heart rate speed up.

“nothing” you replied, a little too quick for his liking. Bucky turned to face you, a playful smirk on his lips as he saw the way you avoided his gaze.

“doll” he spoke firmly, your eyes meeting his and a shy smile playing on your lips.

“i was” you hesitated, “i was just thinking about you fighting” you finished, focusing your eyes on his hair, fingers cascading through it and slightly scratching his scalp.

“you don’t have to worry bout me doll, I’ll always come back to you” he spoke softly, moving his head a little to kiss the side of your hand.

“not worried, i was thinking of how hot you looked” you let out a breathy laugh as his eyes went wide, caught off guard by your comment. He looked like a deer in headlights and didn’t know what to say.

“i- well” he spoke, clearing his throat and sitting up slowly. You laughed at his reaction, causing him to turn red, kissing him on the cheek, flustering him even more.

“cat got your tongue?” you whispered, teasing him as you placed another kiss on his jawline.

Bucky swallowed harshly, mind short circuiting at your actions. His breathing grew heavy as you placed open mouthed kisses along his jawline, moving to place another kiss on his lips. He leaned into the kiss slightly, whining when you pulled away, smiling at him.

“did you forget i just stitched you up?” you questioned, causing him to groan. You shook your head as he pouted at you, giving up and leaning on your shoulder instead. You lifted your arm, letting him nuzzle into your side and rest on your stomach, moving you hand to play with his hair.

“i love you so much y/n” Bucky whispered, eyes fluttering closed as you continued to play with his hair. Bucky focused on the steady beating on your heart, the sound lulling him to sleep.

“i love you more bucky” you spoke softly, smiling as the super soldier fell asleep, not daring to move so he wouldn’t wake.

Bucky knew he could have gone straight back to his apartment, everything healed come morning. But why do that when he could be patched up by you, and fall asleep in your lap?

He wanted to be safe at home, and to him that was in your lap, with your fingers playing with his hair and drawing gentle pictures on his back.

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