#I'm drowning in physics right now because it's not memorization at all

[shotmrmiller]

Hellooo again! I come once more with more Gaz thoughts. Seriously, bro, I am DROWNING in Gaz everything right now. Like.. I need to breathe him, need to intermingle our souls.. And intermingle from behind, from the front, from between- AHEM. Anywho~~

Kyle is a nerd, a geek, a total goof. I cannot for the life of me get that out of my head that he would take every opportunity he could to bring up stuff like Dungeons and Dragons. "You, uh.. You mentioned that a new movie came out? You wouldn't happen to be talkin' about the D&D movie, would you? You are! So I've heard-" And then he'd spill facts and lore and stories and "Oh! I have the newest edition manuals. I've read them and memorized the rules. Would you like to learn? I can be Dundeon Master!" Of course, it's the literal written law to say yes to him no matter what, so you obviously agree.

Well, as it turns out, the geeky little one-on-one that he would have thoroughly enjoyed with you during a solo campaign would be completely ruined by a boisterous Scotsman and a grumpy skull-face. Price would have joined, but he was busy(he really just wanted to take a nap like an over-exhausted single Mother running after said boisterous Scot and too-serious, overly-sarcastic skull-face)

With Kyle's plans utterly foiled,(he had PLANS, damnit!) he went on to begrudgingly teach Johnny and Simon what each die did, what each roll meant, how to write up a character and all the rest of that.(seriously, he really had plans for a solo sesh..)

"No.. Ghost, you cannot roll insight on a newborn Elf just because they might be the next bad guy.. This is the third time you've asked that, man, just leave it!" It was literally only the third session within the campaign, and Ghost was already on the highway to becoming a murder-hobo. It didn't help that Ghost had made a complete edgelord rouge with the backstory conforming to the stereotype. Opening the dictionary of stereotypes, Ghost's character was the single definition of it.

"Soap! Fucks sake, bruv, stop messing with me! Just because you want to hit on the made-up barmaid doesn't mean you physically have to act it out on me.. Soap!" Soap was also the definition of horny bard. Actually, Soap tried taking it up to an entirely higher extreme and physically attempted time and time again to act it all out. "Bu' think o' it, Gaz! It's all made up, why no' act it ou' as well?? It's fookin' genius!" "For the hundredth time, Soap, that's LARPING! Get your bloody hands off me, you git!"

And then there was you. Sweet, innocent little you. You were fairly normal, had done fairly normal actions that were consistent. Just a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter with a simple, happy, normal half-Elven fighter backstory. However.. His mistake was gifting you your first set of dice. He had bought the set specifically for you, bought it the moment he saw them, and immediately thought of you, that you would love to have them. He didn't know that that action, that simple little gift, would turn you into a dice Dragon.

"Bloody hell, what 'ave you done???" Session seven came around, and he was standing in your barracks dorm after getting a few complaints about your.. problem. There, spilling over your bunk and onto the floor, over the small little stand beside the bed, was several upon several sets of dice. "Beautiful, isn't it? Behold my treasure, for I am a Dragon! I have ascended to the heavens and have become my ultimate self!" "Bleedin'... Bleedin' hells, love.." He'd created a monster, but he couldn't be bothered to really care when it seemed to make you happy. He never had to worry about misplacing his own set now that you had so much to spare.

(I may or may not be a dice Dragon... It's not a problem, it's HAPPINESS)

I'm gonna be honest.

I have never, in my entire 29 years of unwillingly existing, have I ever seen one game of DND. I have no idea what it's about. When I ask people, they lose me in the details because they get too excited (i just get a wide look in my eye and nod every once in a while, because they're speaking with so much passion i'd never ruin that for them) or they give the sorriest explanations known to man because they don't have the patience to teach.

it doesn't help that i don't know anyone that plays it either.

now. I'd be doing exactly that as Kyle went on an explanation turned soliloquy, because it feels like he's now in a play, and i'm the audience with the way his hands gesture his words.

His eyes are bright, his face is lit up with joy and i have no idea what he's saying but he looks so good in his element.

And then he hands me a die.

It's one of the best things I've ever seen.

I'd look at him and ask him if he'd be willing to buy me more. The way he smiles at me has my cheeks burning.

Now I'm collecting all kinds of dice and hoarding it like Smaug.

He'll step on it, and yelps because it feels like a lego under his foot, but once he realizes it's something he's bought for me, he'll carefully place it back on the little bookshelf.

In anticipation of any more scattered treasure, he now drags his feet on the floor.

"Come along! Help yourself; There's plenty, and to spare!"

[chronically-ghosted]

For the séance event - What was your last dream about? (Or what about your most memorable dream??)

okay this is super weird and i'm 100% using a version of it in the last chapter of recovery road:

Sometimes I have this dream about a whale. I’m out on a boat with a ton of people and I somehow end up in the water with this whale. Now I’m already nervous because it’s a killer whale and I’ve heard about all the times their trainers got eaten at Sea World. And the open ocean scares the shit out of me to begin with. But I’m in the water with this killer whale and everyone assured me over and over it’s going to be fine. This whale is friendly and it’s not going to hurt me. But it starts bumping up against me, pushing me, pulling me deeper out to sea. The boat of people waving at me gets smaller and smaller until I can’t see them.

And then either two things happen. Either the whale pushes me down, down in the ocean, and it’s empty. Like I can see everything around me, but there’s so much empty space, I feel like I’m being watched. And then I remember I have to breathe. So I start swimming to the surface in a panic. I know I’m too far down to make it but I keep swimming anyway. I usually wake up just before I drown, but the fear is there.

The other thing is that the whale flings me into air so high my body goes weightless and I go higher than physically possible, and then come crashing down. I know I have to be careful, have to land just right, or else I’ll splatter like a bug on windshield. I wake up just before I hit. There are no monsters. No one that I love dies. There’s nothing outwardly terrifying about those dreams but afterward I can’t sleep for hours. I don’t know what it means but it scares me so badly my heart races and I shake.

(someone please tell me what it means to be bullied by Free Willy in your dreams 😅

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[sunflowershealing]

anyone else a former gifted and talented high honor roll student who was always known for being really smart their whole life but when taking higher level college classes has been hit in the face with the reality that they aren't really that intelligent and really they're just great at rote memorization and incapable of anything that involves actually processing what you're learning and applying it

#like i'm really only good at classes where you know a bunch of things and you're tested on them more on a surface level #I'm drowning in physics right now because it's not memorization at all #it's actually applying the shit you learn #and i'm realizing that my brain is actually incapable of fully being able to wrap my head around things #fuuuuck

[certified-sloth]

So, me and my bestfriend have been talking about relationships that aren't supposed to exist, most especially the toxic ones.

I honestly don't know why but it's been bothering me so much, i'd like to spread it as a way for awareness

These headcanons would be about an MC that is hung up on a relationship that absolutely ruins them

In any case, I'll drop a warning now:

!!WARNING!! MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE CONTENT- PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! TW: Sexual Assault, Verbal Abuse, Physical abuse, and many other toxic traits

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What would they do if they witnessed it?

Lucifer

He always found it peculiar as to why you didn't mind not receiving any attention.

In fact, he was surprised to think you were overwhelmed with the attention you received after the incident.

He just thought you were normally like this.

But now he found out why.

He planned to visit you to tell you about another upcoming exchange program, until he found you trying to talk to someone.

Ah, that's right, he knew you were taken.

"Why don't we have dinner together?" You offered to your significant other but they didn't even bother looking up at you and dismissed the possible dinner date you tried suggesting.

"Not now, I have work to do." They said rather coldly, and you looked tired of it.

"When will 'now' ever happen? All you do is work, you never even bothered about how I was doing, and every time I was sick, you never showed up at all." You muttered and looked down.

Lucifer knows he himself is a workaholic, but he'd at least be present with times of need. This person just doesn't know how to-

"Because you're useless."

...did they just say that? Or did he mishear?

"What?" You stared at them surprised, and they finally look up at you.

"Did you not hear me? All you've been is nothing but a nuisance to me. I drown myself with work so I wouldn't have to deal with you, I couldn't have been more happy when you disappeared for a year." Sighing in disappointment, they shake their head.

"Why did you have to come back? I only agreed to date you because of how pitiful you are." They then stood up and left you alone.

It's a shame for them, Lucifer had already memorized that person's features when they travel to the afterlife.

"Lucifer? How long have you been there?" You asked, noticing the man, you could've sworn he was startled for a moment before he composed himself.

"...Long enough, I apologize for eavesdropping."

You shook your head before smiling pathetically. "It's alright, i'm used to it. So... why are you here?"

"Ah... I came to tell you about another exchange program but it seemed that I came at the wrong time." He answered.

He watches you for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "Is this why you seemed to have been used to the lack of attention?"

You blink for a moment before nodding at him. "They never really paid attention to me, when they do, it feels like I probably did something wrong without my knowledge."

He crossed his arms, shaking his head in disappointment. "What i'm getting from this is that they only consider you as an ornament they only interact with if needed."

"Yes..." you responded silently, and he couldn't help but frown at you.

"Would you like me to do something about them?"

"What? Absolutely not, I mean they're right, I am usele-"

"Stop speaking like that. What's useless is the feelings you carelessly poured for someone ungrateful." He laid out ruthlessly.

But even then, you knew he was right.

"..."

He sighs, "we'll need to talk more about this. Do tell me when you're comfortable, the exchange program will be explained in detail for next time. I hope you'd be forward with me once you're ready to tell me everything."

Mammon

The 2nd-born watches you overworking yourself every time ever since you came back to the human world.

"What's with ya? You've been workin' everywhere but your wallet's still empty." Mammon confronted.

You look at him tiredly before shaking your head. "I've been working for my lover." You answered.

He raises an eyebrow. "You've been givin' them everything without leavin' some for yourself?" He asks.

You nodded, after all, you don't mean anything to them if you can't provide them financially.

Mammon saw this completely wrong. His human, giving their all just for some crappy person that doesn't care about their hardships?

At this point, you look like you'd die from over fatigue just for your significant other.

It literally looks like the relationship was all give and no take.

The avatar of greed didn't have much room for argument, but he would be thankful for the huge effort.

Looking at how you tire yourself, makes it look like your partner thinks the money you give them isn't enough.

It makes the 2nd-born mad.

The thought of money is fine, but kissing their feet when they have money and ignoring them when they're sick and poor is not.

"You've been livin' under a rock. Can't ya find someone better than some gold digger?"

"I don't know Mammon... they're all I have left."

That sounded so insulting to him. "What am I your first man for? DeCoRaTiOn?" He mocked before checking your temperature.

You laughed weakly at him, apologizing for making him think like that.

He cursed under his breath when your temperature was still high. "Satan came here earlier with the soup he made, so eat up before it gets col- y'know what, sit up, i'll feed ya."

As you sat up, you were confused. "What? No, I can do it-"

"Shuddup and lemme do this for ya. Your partner should be the one doing this but where are they? Nowhere." He grumbled, cooling off a spoonful before feeding it to you.

Times pass and you thanked him for enduring you like this, he looks at you worriedly.

"Stop working for someone that doesn't care about your health. If I see their face here demandin' money from you, i'm ready to THROW hands!" He stated.

He had a point, you took his worries into consideration as you try to recover as best as you could.

Just so you could repay your first man.

Leviathan

It wasn't very often of you to feel envy, but it became constant after you came back to the human world.

He was wondering as to why you were feeling HEAVILY envious lately, so he came to check.

And there you were, standing in front of two people shamelessly showing their affection for each other.

He could recognize the person you were basically staring holes at, it was your significant other.

They would take quick glances at your envy-filled eyes as if it were entertaining. Leviathan didn't like that.

What broke him was when you fell into tears the moment your unfaithful partner had kissed someone else right in front of you.

Both parties were slowly taking it to a different level and you were standing there, watching the scene unfold and made yourself even more of a fool by entertaining them with your tears.

He's felt envious of others, he IS the avatar of envy after all. But never had he ever felt envious over someone that their partner had cheated with.

Besides, he's been single, why should he feel like that?

This is why he hates real people. He grabs your arm, moving you out of your spot as he drags you away.

You looked at him surprised, Levi wasn't one to initiate, but shyness be damned.

His Henry's heart was stomped on too many times.

"This is EXACTLY why I hate going outside!" He exclaimed once both of you were far away enough.

Your partner and his fling wouldn't care, they're already far too deep in their act, they'd probably think you ran away in defeat already.

He smacks your head lightly. "I know I'm not in the position to judge, but someone like me would feel better to know someone is worse than me."

Sighing in defeat, he squishes your cheeks in his hands. You're his Henry, his bestfriend.

"Raise your standards. They don't deserve you, they never did."

You shook your head as tears trickled down your face. He wipes them and let's go of your cheeks to let you talk properly.

"I-I'm just not doing a better job as their partner... we're official, but it doesn't feel like it with how he entertains other people." You explained.

He frowns, "that is a manchild- no, an absolute MANWHOR-" you covered his mouth before a string of profanities follow like how he does whenever he loses a game.

"I... think they can change." You tried to reason, and he looks at you dumbfounded.

He stepped to the side and pointed at the direction you both came from.

"CHANGE? YOU SAID THAT SO MANY TIMES EVEN AFTER YOU OPENED UP TO ME ABOUT THEM!"

"Shh... people are watching..." you whispered at him, noticing the bystanders looking your way.

He shakes his head. "They got another thing coming for them, you've been giving them too many chances they don't even deserve." He pointed out, lowering his voice after you mentioned the onlookers.

You move with him to somewhere more quiet and less crowded, you try to reason with him and he was barely listening.

He was already plotting on summoning Lotan on those two until his attention was snapped back to you the moment you said-

"Maybe i'm just not good enough..."

"YOU?" He questions, looking at you as if you grew two heads.

"I don't know what lies that Normie's been feeding you but I say this more than once- YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH." He emphasized the last part.

Levi would always assure your worth even if he breaks himself down it was his habit.

The both of you were similar in those terms.

You both criticize yourselves but then come to assure each other that they were worth more than their insecurities.

The 3rd-born holds you in huge importance, he promises to not lay a finger on them in exchange of you trying to move on after you call quits.

He's gotten tired of you being toyed around with.

Satan

"They lie to you." The 4th-born broke the silence with that sentence.

You avoided his sharp gaze and sighed, acknowledging the fact that you know your partner lies to you, from their location, to who they're with, to their compliments, everything.

"I know."

He raises an eyebrow. "You know? Then why are you staying with them?" He asks you.

"I just think that they're maybe not ready and-"

"If they weren't ready, then they shouldn't have entered a relationship with you." He deadpanned.

"A relationship is about mutual trust and respect, right? They can't even provide either of those. They're mentally exhausting you."

You frowned. You knew he was right, but you couldn't let them go, you just...

"You know you're getting taken advantage of, you know they don't genuinely take care of you. They only feed you with lies, isn't that even more of a reason to leave them?" He reasoned.

"I... don't want to hurt them-"

"So you're destroying yourself for the sake of someone that doesn't care."

You looked down, clasping both your hands together, unsure of how else to answer him.

"I know what you're hoping for, I don't wish to hurt you with these facts, but I don't want you blinded with deception."

He approached you and placed his hand at the back of your head, pulling you gently to his shoulder to rest on.

"It won't get better. They won't change, not unless you prove to them that you don't need them."

He wishes you grew more as an independent person rather than be someone other people could toy with.

He doesn't like his master being treated in an ill manner. He would have done something more violent, but his self-control and his care for you was enough to set aside his wrath.

The 4th-born didn't know what you saw in that person, but he was upset with every bullshit you've been through because of them.

Asmodeus

How long had he been staring at you in shock like that? The way he stares at you, it wasn't like he was judging you or anything...

But you could see the slow rise of anger in his eyes, it made you feel uneasy.

You went to rub your arm out of habit, expecting as if the 5th-born would actually harm you like how your 'lover' had and always done.

He wasn't like his brothers who actively harmed you in the past, but even that gave you more trauma.

"You just let him do that?" He asks you, utterly offended for you.

"I-it's fine, I did something wrong, it's my fault..." you responded hastily.

"YOUR fault?! ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF?!" He snapped, yet he still managed to eye your bruises in worry.

"YOU CALL THIS YOUR FAULT?! YOU'RE COVERED IN BRUISES MC!" That was the first time Asmo had ever called you seriously by your name.

Looking down in shame, you couldn't think of how to answer him back. At this point, you're not sure if you should even cry and pity yourself or just keep standing up for the partner you thought had given you everything you needed.

You just needed to do as they say, and do it right.

"Stop settling for the bare minimum. Just because they say they love you doesn't mean they always mean it." He places his thumb under your chin and gently made you look at him.

You saw the pain in his eyes. Even if he were the demon of lust, he was disgusted with how they manipulated you.

His master, the very human that pieced him and his family back together.

Why did you let yourself bow down to someone who never deserved your attention?

Beelzebub

The 6th-born looks at you sadly before going to pat your back.

...until you flinched from his touch, which made him falter.

"Beel..? W-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Devildom?" You asked in confusion.

"That... Solomon was about to take me to the bakery Simeon and Luke opened, and I remembered you were in the human world, so I wanted to ask if you could join us." He answered honestly.

He then eyes you up and down, you were only using a towel to cover up your body, but he could see the whip marks on your skin.

You noticed what he's staring at, and immediately tried to cover up what's left of your dignity.

He wasn't judging you, but he wonders who did this to you.

He swore to protect you, but why wasn't he able to do it now when you've returned to the human world?

"Who did this?" He asks shakily, taking off his fur collared parka, hoping to give you more comfort and helping you cover up.

"That..." you shakily look down as tears welled up in your eyes.

"I-I wasn't supposed to say no... it was the only way they would ever give me attention." You tried your best to answer.

He immediately knew who you were referring to, and even he didn't know how to comfort you like this.

You were assaulted, you were taken advantage of because of your feelings. They never give you any sort of affection, they only used you for their pleasure.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here fast enough, you can cry about it. Does anywhere else hurt? I can call Simeon or Solomon to heal you, you're not alone in this." He tried to comfort.

He looked around to find your clothes basically torn on the floor, and he was more than furious of what happened.

He's only been holding back for your sake, but he's heartbroken with what happened.

He carefully pulled you into a hug, careful not to accidentally put pressure on your marks, and tucked the cloths neatly to not let your skin show because you've been trying so hard to hide it from him.

And he respects that.

Without any clothes that could cover you, he settled with removing his shirt too. He urged you to wear both his shirt and parka for warmth and possibly security.

He turns around to give you privacy and let you change while he contacts the sorcerer and the angels.

Once you were clothed enough, you told him it was ok to look now.

He turns around and smiles warmly at you.

"I know it's hard on you right now, but i'm here. You don't have to talk about it, ok? I'll listen when you're ready, so let's wait for Solomon and the Angels to come with clothes that fit you and have you patched up."

You flinched at the thought of others seeing you like this, and Beel notices immediately.

He assures you, "you don't have to worry, I've only told them about this so you could get treatment. I didn't tell them everything."

Belphegor

Maybe it was his fault for slipping in your bed in the human world, waiting patiently for you to come back and tell you about how loud his brothers were.

But he never expected your significant other slamming the door open to give him the most disgusting glare.

"I KNEW you were hiding someone from me! There are so many people worth more of my attention than someone as disgusting as you! But here I am, staying because I love you!"

They exclaimed as you followed behind your partner with a scared look.

It was as if you didn't like how they're treating you but you can't say it because you were scared they'd leave you.

That didn't look well on Belphegor's perspective.

He got up from the bed and frowned, his gaze growing dangerously darker every moment you get talked down on by your significant other.

The way they kept calling you vulgar names, he despises it.

He laughs at how pathetic they were. Both you and your partner looked at him.

"Why do you say you love them?" He asks curiously, you tensed and immediately attempted to try and stop the growing flames Belphie tried to play with.

"Belphie that's-"

The 7th-born ignored you, eyeing down your supposed lover's whole being.

"I've been there for them ever since they started falling apart, what makes you think a fling like you could come question my love for them?"

"Just because you see a man on the bed FULLY clothed doesn't mean he's immediately a fling. Couldn't that simple brain of yours think I'm their bestfriend?"

They scoffed at him and crossed their arms. "They never had friends. I never allowed them to."

He raises an eyebrow at them as not only was his patience thinning, but his anger began to grow even more.

Forcefully grabbing your partner's arm, he dragged them towards the main door of your house while they flail around uselessly in his grip.

He threw them out the door and slammed the door at them before locking it.

You went up behind him in a panic.

"Why would you do that? What if they get even more mad and leave me?" You asked him.

He stood in his place before frowning deeply at your questions.

"Then that's good! You call that the love of your life? What a joke." He replied, not caring about the angry screams of that shameless beloved of yours.

He turns around to face you with furrowed eyebrows. You avoided his gaze and he sighs.

"You can hate me after all of this, but I don't regret ever throwing that trash out." He muttered, looking away from you.

They should even be thankful that his hands didn't find its way around their neck and settled on their arm instead.

#TW #obey me shall we date #om! #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me

[obeymebabes]

Since I'm feeling emotional right know I wanted to know demon brothers reaction to MC who was mute and regain her voice her first words were I love you ( instert brother name) or if you could do the undatebale at that too minus lil Luke

This is so cute and sad all at the same time. I wanted to make this more angsty by having MC say it just before they left the program. :)

> The Undateables (Part 2) <

Lucifer

He was pretty used to you not talking. After all, you hadn't spoken a word since you arrived at Devildom.

Being the one to pick you for the program, he was fully ready and expected it actually.

That last night in Devildom though, when he heard you say the words "I love you, Lucifer.", his heart exploded.

Physically he was shocked, never having expected you to say a word.

Though he would deny it, he shed a few tears after he pulled you into a tight hug.

Mentally he couldn't process it. He tried so hard to bury his emotions for you. But he let them all go that night.

"I love you too, MC, so much."

Mammon

At first he was bothered by your lack of speech, and forgot about it repeatedly after that.

Eventually he got used to it, though he still forgot every now and then.

Honestly? He just wished he could hear you speak. Just once. Just to know how great you sounded. Not like it mattered to him of course. (That's a lie.)

The room was silent as you both were preparing for your last night in Devildom.

Mammon was trying desperately to hold back tears.

The tears started pouring from his eyes after you quietly spoke the words "I love you, Mammon."

He was so conflicted. Why couldn't you have said something sooner? Why did you have to wait until now? On your last night?

Levi

Levi got used to texting you pretty quickly. He wasn't the most outgoing demon anyway. It didn't bother him.

He was even more happy that you could understand his texting lingo, most of the time, at least.

Levi wasn't very happy about your departure. He locked himself in his room sulking for the whole week prior. He even avoided you to try to lessen the pain of imagining you leaving.

The night before, you made your way to his room, one final night with him. That's all you wanted.

To distract both of you from what lies ahead of you in the morning, you spent the night watching anime and playing games.

Eventually you turned to him, got his attention, and muttered the words "I love you, Levi."

Levi.exe has stopped working.

Error 404: Levi is malfunctioning. And now sobbing enough to fill up his fishtank 2x over.

"W-What!? A yucky otaku like me?? I-I love you too, you normie! Why can't you just stay!?"

Satan

He was rather happy about your inability to speak.

Mostly because he enjoyed the quiet times you both shared. It was calming to him. Knowing he had someone to listen to him vent about anything and everything.

Satan had low expectations when it came to trying to get you to speak, and he was perfectly fine with that.

What he was not fine with was your time being up here in Devildom.

The last night you both stayed by the fireplace as he read to you.

He picked a rather soft story. A tale of two lovers that weren't able to be together, much like the situation you were both in.

When he finally finished the story, it was quiet. You could feel how upset he was about you having to leave but he tried so hard to hide it.

"Satan, I love you."

He was stunned, a faint blush painted across his face as he pulled you closer to rest his head against yours.

"I love you too, MC. I always will."

Later that night while you were asleep in his arms, he wept, not wanting to lose the only person who made him feel this good.

Asmo

Oh this poor baby was an absolute mess the entire week before you were actually leaving.

He would go out just to get drunk on demonus so he wouldn't have to remember how much it hurt him that your time was finally coming to an end.

The last few nights he spent with you, he made sure to pamper you like a king/queen. You were his number one priority.

That didn't stop him from crying though.

He knew you couldn't shower him in compliments with your voice so your physical touch was all he wanted. He just wanted to savour every moment.

"I love you so much, MC. Even more than I love myself, which is a lot.~ I wish you didn't have to leave me so soon. I wish I could just kidnap you and keep you here all to myself!"

As you closed your eyes and held him tight to you, letting him sob on your shoulder, you whispered the words "I love you too, Asmodeus."

His heart fluttered, hearing you say his name for the very first time. A smile taking place of the frown he had.

Beel

Despite being a large and intimidating demon, Beel is quite the softie. He was always so gentle and kind to you, even knowing you couldn't speak to him.

Being the Avatar of Gluttony with a black hole of a stomach, he wasn't one to talk much either, as most often he was filling his face with food.

He had gotten used to you not using your mouth to speak.

The last night you were there Beel took you out for dinner. He wanted your night together to be memorable. He tried not to dwell on the future to come.

It was a great night, he didn't even cry. Though that was partially due to him drowning his negative feelings in food since he couldn't talk to you properly.

While you were walking back to your home for the last year, he told you that he would miss you.

"I love you, Beel."

He was silent after you said it. Trying to process your voice and words.

With a smile plastered to his face, he whispered back, "I love you too, MC."

Belphie

Belphie didn't get to spend as much time so he wasn't fully used to you not talking.

Not that he minded it, but the silence seemed to put him to sleep, which made him feel bad.

Your time was up so soon, and it didn't end well, so he felt guilty.

He wanted to make it up to you by staying by your side throughout the last night in Devildom.

The Avatar of Sloth spent the majority of the night telling you about different stories. In between short naps of course.

Just before you dozed off next to him, you whispered the words "I forgive you, Belphie. I love you."

An endearing smile formed on his face as he pulled you closer to snuggle with him. He wasn't going to let you go.

He didn't want to admit it, but he cried a few times during the night, having nightmares about the recent heartbreaking moment of losing you.

Why couldn't he have just been better to you from the beginning?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me babes #obey me! #obey me swd #om! swd #swd obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me! hc #obey me hc #obey me! headcanons #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me! imagines #obey me brothers #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #leviathan avatar of envy #satan avatar of wrath #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #belphegor avatar of sloth

[pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow]

Saiki k au where all of his friends have actual powers and don't know and it takes him forever to realizes that's why they all get along w/him and each other so well. Hairo has fire-themed powers, Nendou is freakishly strong (and immune to all mind control), Teruhashi can directly hypnotize people who are attracted to women, Kaidou has an actual fucking demon sealed away in his hands, etc etc. Half of Saiki's job is now to a) keep the side effects of their powers down and b) make sure none of them ever find out about their powers bc god help the planet if they ever do.

edit: Update bc I'm bored:

Nendou: Super-strength, super-durability, mild boost to all other muscle-related things (eg speed), immune to telepathy and mind control. Can still be telekinetically lifted and body-slammed. The only ghosts that can possess him are his father and other people in the family lineage who were immune to mind-control stuff.

Kaidou: Demon sealed away in his right hand for its own protection. It jumped to him during his chunnibyo phase after he talked to the senior that initially possessed it. Although he doesn't realize it, the demon is insanely powerful but despises the modern world and refuses to come out unless necessary to protect its host or try to find other demons. It will also protect the host's friends because it suspects they all house demons (no one else does).

Hairo: Pyrokinesis that currently is tied to his emotions, but could be controlled if he knew what it was and practiced. Decent boost to strength, speed, agility, and durability by default, but if he specializes in only one area, the results will be much more apparent until he switches focus. Indirect empath, cannot fully sense other people's emotions but can influence those within a certain radius proportionate to the strength of own emotions.

Kuboyasu: Super strength and durability. Carries war spirits in his mind and the more he fights the harder he is to hurt. His normal workouts and muscle mass take care of the weaker fights. Can see people's emotional and physical scars. Although his glasses appear fake, they act like Saiki's and block out this ability, allowing him to have a normal life. Thanks to the war spirits he has two streams of thought in his head and puts a thumbtack/glass/sharp stuff in his shoes so the pain drowns out the crazy thoughts. As a result, Saiki can only read his normal stream of consciousness. Kuboyasu is also super paranoid about being mind-controlled, and the lack of access to the 2nd stream of thought helps prevent any telepathic attacks that intend to harm and weakens most others. To a degree, he has a connection to technokinesis, but only with motorcycles and chainsaws.

Teruhashi: Empath who can pick up surface thoughts, which is how she memorizes names, haircuts, and small changes. Can hypnotize anyone attracted to women but cannot always control the level of hypnosis. Permanent natural beauty that is impervious to everything except age, which translates to her aging and looking as beautiful as possible for her age (she does clearly get older, although slightly slower than normal people would). Also has a minor-level charisma hypnosis that works on almost anyone. The emotional stream flows two ways, so anyone she truly despises who cannot be hypnotized via attraction will also dislike her and be immune to the charisma charm. Her effect on people with mind-control and telepathy is much weaker unless they already experience attraction to her.

Yumehara: Short-range empath powers that mostly affect her. She can limit them by focusing on her own stronger emotions, but since there's very little in her life that is extremely happy or sad, she uses the feeling of being love most often. Difficult to work full-time mind control on if she puts up barriers, but she rarely does so. Her empathy and reading of other people's thoughts frequently leads to her being taken advantage of. If she thinks she is in love, the thoughts beamed into her head shut-off and cannot be perceived by any telepathy, reversing the stream and sending slight thoughts of love and positivity into everyone else's heads. She cannot read telepaths and inhuman minds, which leads to her failures to connect with Kaidou (whose demon is paranoid about attacks and refuses to even give her surface access).

Mera: Has fifth-dimensional abilities and can store small things in her limbs, so she constantly 'loses' pens only to find them a week later. Relatively high invulnerability to temperature, injury, etc, although she always feels a little hungry no matter what. Also capable of preserving objects past their natural life-spans if she tries to restore them without her powers, but cannot actually restore stuff to it's original condition. Her things may all be used but they will serve her for minimum of several years between each fix.

Toritsuka: All of his normal abilities, but also he could actually summon fairly dangerous spirits and place himself into a state of perpetual half-death that cannot be fully killed if he ever got serious. He can sense when people are closer to death or are haunted by something personal, but blocks it out as all of that streams into his head without his control. If he wanted to, he could control ghosts but he feels really bad about doing for anything more serious than minor pranks/perversions (he does eventually grow out of the second part as well), and gets very angry when someone attempts to do so. Uses anything he can focus on to drown out the constant stream of depressive and suicidal thoughts, which lead to his initial problems iwht perversion. Still cannot tell apart ghosts and humans and is incredibly touch-starved.

Aiura: Can see the future via her globe and other methods, predict luck, and can occasionally swap/modify probabilities if she knows which events she's dealing with and their exact mathematical odds. If she is not focused, her mind will show her scenes of the future of anyone near her and frequently mixes scenes together. Can with some difficulty communicate with certain ghosts, particularly those who had a thing about their future, intuition, or luck that remains important enough for them to remember after death. She cannot control them. Telepathy attacks are weaker against her due to her subconscious re-parsing the attack into a connection to the other person's brain and trying to affect their future's odds.

Suzumiya: Permanent ability to affect other people's luck, but accidentally placed curses on herself when she was younger. Powers go haywire when her emotions are too strong and the constant stream of 'doom gloom die die die failure misery wrong wrong' in her head deters anyone who wants to snoop around there casually. Can sometimes predict big tragedies with eerie precision. Being around people with good luck and kindness long-term would actually have stabilized her, but everyone ran away within an hour. Her other powers are to help people find equilibrium and to grow plants from anything that can in theory provide them with sufficient survival resources.

Akechi: Capable of three separate streams of thought as he knows now, but can in theory make his brain completely impervious to all mental attacks with near-infinite thought lines. His powers grow over time, so he was still pretty weak when he and Saiki first met. The first store controls dialogue, the second (primary) stream controls though, and the third allows him to notice small details and remember things in hyper-precise detail. If he focuses hard enough, he would be able to see the other people's powers, but doesn't know he can and therefore doesn't do so.

#saiko has no powers #saiko is the iron man of the group in that he's a jerk billionaire who had probably committed war crimes at some point or another #saiki no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusou no psi nan #tdlosk #sknpn

[headoverjojo]

oh jeez I guess like a half of my message just "king crimson-ed"... but nevermind, about a request! again, I'd like to request for Ghiaccio's s/o's birthday celebration with him. she's calmer than Ghiaccio but in general they're really similar in temperament (still s/o is really sweet and cares for him deeply). sorry if this is too messy, I'm requesting something for a first time only... I hope I've included everything needed. and yeah, my timezone is UTC+4:00! thank you very much! 💙

Hi darliiiinggg!! I’M IN TIME yeeeessss!! And so, darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAYYYYYY!! Here’s the birthday scenario! I hope you’ll like it :3

Ghiaccio’s s/o’s birthday celebration with him

(Under the cut for length!)

Ghiaccio wasn’t good at doing a lot of things. He wasn’t good at cooking; he wasn’t good at interacting with people. He wasn’t good at doing romantic gestures or to show how much he loved and appreciated you. But, this time, he wanted to overcome his own issues and to put you above everything else, above also his own safe zone. So, a couple of weeks before the great day, he found himself trying to plan a memorable birthday party for you. He wanted something fancy, but not too fancy; something not too big, but also not too small. Which cake was the perfect one? And should he buy balloons? Garlands? And what else too? Drinks? He didn’t know…

The truth was that he didn’t know where to start because he never had a birthday party.

And, after four unsuccessful days, he had to eat his pride and to ask help. The one he trusted more about organization was Prosciutto; surely, he would have helped him better than anyone else…

And he was right. With Prosciutto’s help, Ghiaccio managed to finally sort his ideas and to choose the cake, the location and what to do… finally, he relaxed. He felt lighter and satisfied. He really wanted to do something special for you; you deserved it. You deserved so much, more than what you thought and more than what he could give you, he thought. He knew he was, often, insufferable, that his anger bursts often displeased you… but you were still here, Despite everything, you were still here and he felt the need to show you, for once, how important your presence was and how he truly appreciated you.

You had noticed his mood swings. And you were also worried! What was bothering him so much? Maybe a mission? Something he didn’t tell you? Seeing him so distressed pained you...but now he was calm again, as much as Ghiaccio could be calm, even happy! About what, however, you didn’t know.

You were used to not even mention your birthday. It was a day like any other, all in all, except for the fact that you could congratulate yourself for surviving another year. But, this time, the day seemed different from the usual, starting from the moment you opened your eyes, welcomed by the sweet aroma of brioches and caffelatte. You frowned a little, perplexed: breakfast in bed? What…?

“Good morning, Y/N.” your heart missed a beat when you felt Ghiaccio’s lips on your cheek, in an unusual sweet gesture. Usually, to wake you up from your deep slumber, he opened wide the blinds to let the light inundate the room! But not today. Today, your bedroom was softly lightened by a gentle natural light, and you felt enveloped by his warmth and that sweet scent…

“Hm, ‘morning…” you turned a little, sleepily smiling at him and gently passing a hand through his unruly azure curls. He didn’t retract nor grumble, as he usually did, but he let you do as you wished, even leaning in to give you another kiss, before sitting up and bringing nearer the tray filled with sweet treats. You slowly sat up as well, relaxed, taking the brioche he was offering you. Your favourite…

“What’s the occasion?” you asked, before taking a bite of your brioche. Ghiaccio shrugged, not offended. He knew you didn’t mean to offend and, also, it was probable that you had sincerely forgotten what day it was.

“This year I wanted to do something more than just give you a pat on the back for your birthday.” as he had guessed, you had forgotten about it, as your surprised expression suggested. He then grew worried when he saw your eyes filling with tears; oh shit, did he do something wrong?! What…

He wheezed when you hugged him tightly, knocking the air off his lungs. You drowned him in kisses, taking advantage of your birthday rights and his good mood, giggling when he complained without actually retracting. What a drama king!

“This is the best present ever! Thank you…” you kissed him again, sweetly, and, when you broke the kiss, you noticed that his cheeks were red as cherries. He cleared his throat, handing you your favourite mug filled with caffelatte and fixing his glasses. You couldn’t help but to smile: he was so cute…

“C’mon, drink. We have things to do.” he grumbled, pouting, making your interest spike. What kind of things?

“What have you organized?” you asked, curious, sipping your caffelatte. Ghiaccio glanced at you and those adorable, curious eyes that always made him give in, but this time he didn’t do it. It had to be a surprise!

“Finish your breakfast and you’ll find out.” you pouted, at his answer, and stuck your tongue at him, before gulping down the little drink left in the mug. So much mystery!

“C’mon, where are we going?” you asked again, now all dressed up. Ghiaccio finished to fix his big, red scarf around his neck, before answering.

“Basically, to do whatever you wanted to always do and you did alone. But this time, well… together.” he admitted, feeling a little silly. It wasn’t such a great gift… but your eyes were already shining. THis was more than a great gift…

It was a dream becoming reality.

“Ok… I have an idea.” you declared, with a big and happy smile, taking his hand and marching out of your shared flat.

That was one of the most tiring, exhausting and longest days in Ghiaccio’s life. And one of the happiest.

There were so many things you had always wanted to do with him but that, unluckily, you always did alone. You went to an art exposition, to do window shopping, you had lunch in a small, pretty restaurant, you stopped at an early Christmas street market and warmed yourselves with hot chocolate and roasted chestnuts while walking around. The air was cold and there was even a light, iced breeze that bit the little exposed skin, but Ghiaccio didn’t feel cold. How could he, when you were shining like the sun? When your happiness was so big that it seemed to physically emanate warmth?

You didn’t even noticed how much time was passed until a nearby church’s bells rang seven times. Wow, you had been out all day! Ghiaccio was surprised: he usually grew bored or annoyed after a couple of hours, when it was cold, but not today… he had had sincere fun. Maybe… no, for sure, he had enjoyed it all so much because he was with you. You had the ability to make everything seem better.

“Ghia?” he snapped out his reflections, when he heard your voice. You were sitting on a bench and in front of you there was an ice skating rink full of people of every age: quiet and slow middle aged people who calmly skated while talking to each other, teens who skated holding hands, with lovestruck eyes, kids who were laughing and chasing each other… it was all beautiful. It was all perfect.

“Thank you for today. I mean it… thank you. It was the most beautiful day since long, long time.” his heart melt when he heard your quiet, sincere words. He had done something right…

He had made you happy.

“Don’t even say.” he simply replied, but you could tell, by how his voice was vibrating, that he was happy. You didn’t need anything else: a wonderful day spent with the most precious person in your life, and he was happy too…

This was really the best birthday ever.

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #ghiaccio #neutral s/o #s/o's birthday #birthday scenario #scenario #sfw #anon ask

[ernmark]

in the "Juno was still a Cop" au, how were they going to beat miasma? Telepathic and indestructible seem like an impossible combination. (i'm not asking for a whole chapter I am just. very curious)

I’ve been struggling with this final chapter for so long because I didn’t know how to manage it in a way that would be narratively satisfying without doing a lot of work on my end. What can I say, endings are hard.

The end result wound up being 3k and a bit difficult to write, and I don’t think I was physically capable of really pulling it off until I was back in a more comfortable place, writing-wise. I think doing the fanfics that I have been this month has been a huge help in getting me back to that place. 

Thank you so much for your patience. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

I have the thief drop me off at the edge of town before he takes Engstrom and Valencia to the hospital.

It takes some convincing– he keeps insisting that I go with them– but this is the way it has to be. Besides, I’m about to have someone a whole lot more competent than one of the city’s doctors to patch me up.

As soon as I’m out of the car, I look away from it until the sound of its engine is long gone. I couldn’t say which way it went, or which hospital they’re going to. I know it won’t matter much– if Dark Matters wants to corroborate my story, they won’t have much trouble finding the thief.

Hopefully it won’t come to that. 

My comms doesn’t have the number coded into it, but it doesn’t matter. I memorized it years ago, for the nights when ma kicked me out for the night and I had to call Sasha to come let me sleep on her couch. I know she still uses it: Mick dialed it once when he was drunk and in trouble, and the call actually went through. She was furious, of course. She said the line was for emergencies only– by which she meant, just in case some detective found her sister’s body and needed to get in touch. Well, this is an emergency.

The call goes through. No one answers, but I know she’s listening.

“Hey, Sasha. I don’t know where the hell I am right now, but I need one of your buddies with the sunglasses to come find me.”

I’m still trying to explain the situation on the silent comms when a Dark Matters transport lands beside me and two bespectacled goons named Agent usher me inside. 

For hours I’m poked and prodded and interrogated. My clothes are confiscated and I’m swabbed for dozens of samples of genetic material– both mine and the Martian goo that’s crusted on my skin. While I speak, my interrogator is handed a tablet, and I can see security footage from the hotel reflected in their glasses. 

The agent’s face is stony and expressionless as they watch Miasma’s arms elongate and twist. I can’t tell if they already knew about all this or if their training is just that good.

“Stay here,” they say with a cool nod. “A medic will be with you shortly.”

And then I’m back on the street, smelling of antiseptic and feeling a little bit like a rabbit that’s been through one of those catch-and-release vans. 

I sway and manage to catch myself against an alley wall before I slide to the ground. 

What the hell am I supposed to do now? I’m in some strange city in the middle of nowhere. I have no money for a cab, and even if I did, I don’t know where it would take me. My apartment? Pretty sure that’s either an active crime scene or picked clean by my precinct. Rita’s? No, the last thing I want to do is get her mixed up with Dark Matters and Miasma any more than she already is. That hotel I shared with the thief?

My chest hurts, and not just from the stitches. 

He’s probably halfway across the solar system by now. I hope he is. I don’t think I could stand the thought of him in Dark Matters’ crosshairs. The best I can ask for is that I never see him again.

The thought might be bittersweet, but right now all I can feel is numb.

I don’t know how long I sit in that alley, staring at nothing, my knees hugged against my chest. People pass by without a second glance. The sun sets and the only light that reaches me is the rippling blue of the city’s dome. A car pulls up to the alley. A door opens, and footsteps approach. 

I don’t look up. I don’t have it in me to wonder if their motive is charity or a mugging. I’m so tired.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting for me all this time.” The thief’s voice is gentle and chiding. “You hadn’t moved in so long that I thought you’d lost your comms.”

Slowly I look up, staring blankly at him. He shouldn’t be here. She should be somewhere out across the galaxy by now. He should have left me behind.

I can’t bring my eyes to focus on his face, but he reaches down to cup my cheek. His hand is warm and gentle against my skin, and right then all I want is to cling to him.

“How would you like to sit somewhere more comfortable?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he helps me to my feet. I’ve been sitting on the ground so long that my legs are asleep, and they buzz painfully as the blood comes back into my extremities. It’s hard to think of much of anything as he helps me into the passenger seat and climbs in on the other side.

“Miss Valencia is expected to make a full recovery, give or take a few fingers,” he says, answering the question I was afraid to ask. “Engstrom made sure she’ll be receiving the best of care.”

“That’s four people who made it out alive,” I say hollowly. “How many do you think were in the Oasis? A couple hundred?” The thought has been swirling in my head for hours, but finally it comes back in full force, hot and acidic in my mouth. “How many of them are dead right now?”

In my mind’s eye I can still see the bodies littering the floor, the walls sprayed with blood, the gore scattered across the lobby. I can still smell it past the antiseptic, past the thief’s cologne. 

“Juno.” He leans in, turning my head until I have to look at him. “You did everything you could.”

“I told them to stay put,” I croak. “I told them not to run when they had the chance. If she–” 

“If she did anything at all to them, then that is her responsibility. You did all you could with what information you had. No one could have known what was going to happen, love.”

“I should have,” I insist. “I saw she wasn’t going down. I knew something was wrong–”

“And you think the obvious conclusion was that she was some sort of otherworldly monster?” His hands are on my face again, cradling my trembling jaw. “You couldn’t have known what she was. No one could. You did everything you could. It isn’t your fault, love. It isn’t your fault.”

I don’t know when the tears start. I haven’t cried since I lost Ben, and suddenly I feel like I’m making up for lost time. I’m crying for a hotel full of people– and for the ones who came before them. How many mostly-innocent people did I leave to die? How many people could I have saved? How many monsters like Miasma did I let run free just because they had the money and the power for a bribe? How much blood is on my hands? I sob like a little kid, and the thief just holds me and strokes my back and kisses my forehead. 

There’s nothing left in me once the tears are gone, but it’s a different kind of emptiness than before. I feel wrung out and exhausted, but a little more human than I’ve felt in a long, long while.

He kisses me one last time. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a good night’s sleep. Care to join me?”

I give a small nod. “I’d like that.”

———

And just like that, I’m back where I started, give or take a few disasters: back in a hotel with the thief, soaking in his presence until he starts to drown out the guilt and anxiety that I can’t escape anywhere else. 

I know his patterns by now. He’s biding his time, laying low until the heat wears off and he can make his next move. I try not to think about what that means for me, but he doesn’t let me avoid it too much longer.

He’s browsing through the screen of his comms, settling into the familiar patterns of research.

“The Kobasha founding festival is next week,” he says when he feels my eyes on him. “If we leave tomorrow, we can make it through customs in time for the fish lantern ceremony. It really is a beautiful sight to see.” He hasn’t looked up from the screen, but he does now. His expression is cool and casual, but there’s a note of dread under the facade. “That is, if you still intend to go to Tau Ceti.” 

I swallow, but it catches in my throat. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

“You can always change your mind.”

“To what?”

“Anything you like.”

I don’t know what I’d like. Right now, the thought of going somewhere else and starting over from scratch feels overwhelming. I don’t know where I’d start or what I’d do. 

When I joined the police academy, I still went home to Ben and Mick and even Ma. When I left Oldtown, I knew the rest of my class at the academy, the higher-ups who took me under their wing, the designated partners that I trained under until I was at their level-- and even then I always had the option of going back to Oldtown when I needed to feel something more familiar.

But in Tau Ceti, I’ll be alone. Just me and my guilt and whatever fake paperwork the thief leaves me with. And sure, maybe it’s better that way, but it scares the hell out of me.

“Juno.” I don’t know how many times he’s said my name. I don’t snap out of my own spiraling thoughts until he lays his hand on my cheek. “You don’t have to decide just yet.”

“You were already going to leave,” I say dully. “I can’t make you stay any longer because of me.” 

He leans down and kisses me-- once on the forehead, and once, gently, on the lips. “Then come with me.”

I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t know what to do. I want to go with him, but there’s so much that can go wrong, so much that I can still ruin, so much--

I don’t have the chance to think much more about it before I hear a low, dry voice, like stone rolling over sand. “There you are.”

He whirls to face the hotel door, a plasma knife already in his hand, poised to put himself between Miasma and me. But all the noble intentions in the world can’t stop her.

Windows graded to withstand acid rains and sandstorms shatter as long tendrils-- more tentacles than arms-- fly into the room in a blur of motion. The thief slashes at the appendages, and I can hear the sizzle of plasma on flesh, but I can’t see it. My eyes are squeezed shut, my hands are caught on the tentacle wrapped around my neck, my heels are dragging on the floor as she pulls me across the room, and suddenly her desert-cold breath is on my cheek.

“Juno!” The thief rushes to the shattered window. His glasses are askew, his face is splattered with ichor. 

“Did you really think you could steal from me, thief?” Miasma rasps.

“Let him go,” the thief cries. “Please.”

“The Purus Egg,” she says. 

He steps out of the window, his hands open, palms toward her.

Stop it, you idiot, I want to shout at him. Run while you can! But her tentacle-arm is too tight against my throat. My lungs are fighting just to get a trickle of air. There’s nothing left in me to form a shout.

“I’ll bring it to you,” he says, walking closer. He’s talking to her but his gaze is fixed on me. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

From the corner of my eye, I spot a glint of black. I feel her shift against me, reacting to my thoughts.

No, I think frantically. Please, don’t do what she’s asking. She’s just going to kill you when she’s done. Run, just get out of here. 

She rattles in disgust and shakes me. “Shut up,” she snarls. Her tentacle cuts off all my air, and I can feel my thoughts start to spiral.

But she can’t stop me from thinking them.

Don’t get yourself killed over me, you beautiful idiot. You never should have come back for me. I can’t live with myself if something happens to you. I love you, dammit.

The thought rocks me to my core, but I can’t let up now. More flashes of black glint at me from above.

I love you, thief. I love you so much I can’t stand it. I want to go off into space with you. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. I want to make stupid bets with you and hatch crazy plans together. I don’t want to go to Tau Ceti if it means you’re going to leave me. Please don’t die. Please. I love you.

She’s shaking me now, snarling for me to shut up, but I just think louder, harder, practically screaming it inside my head. 

The thief runs toward me, his mouth open. I stretch out my hand toward him, silently begging him to stay away.

And then the first flash streaks across the sky like a shooting star, and the world is filled with a sickening sizzle and the sour-sweet smell of burning ooze.

Miasma shrieks and flings away, but she’s caught by another laser from another direction altogether. And then another. More flashes of hard light come down around her, carving through her like she’s made of nothing more than smoke. She regenerates almost as fast as they can hit her-- almost. But dozens of Dark Matters agents emerge from behind their cover, the muzzles of their blasters flashing in endless volleys. The tentacle that has my throat is severed, and I drop to the ground, gasping for air. The thief is at my side in an instant, his arms wrapping around me in a frantic hug. As he drags me away, the ring of Dark Matters closes around Miasma, and her howls of rage go silent.

-----------

For the second time that day, I’m cleaned and disinfected and bandaged by a medic in black. The thief doesn’t take his eyes off me even when the medic cleans the broken glass out of his own skin. 

“You knew they were coming,” he murmurs when the medic steps out of the room. “This was your plan all along.”

“I didn’t think it would go down like this.” My voice is barely a croak. “But yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell--” He stops, and understanding settles on his face. “You didn’t want her to read the plan in my thoughts.”

“She almost read them in mine.” What I thought instead is still ringing in my skull. I meant it, in all my panic. I still do.

He hums. “That’s why you didn’t want me to tell you, isn’t it.” He leans closer and wraps an arm gently around my shoulders. 

It isn’t, actually. I only thought of my plan in the car, before I had him drop me off. At the time I was almost as scared of being in love with him as I was of Miasma. Now, though...

The door opens. The thief doesn’t drop his arm from around my shoulders as a familiar dark figure steps through the door.

“Juno,” she says, nodding at me. She gives a second nod to the thief, but doesn’t address him directly. “I’d like to thank you for bringing Doctor Miasma to our attention. You’ve helped us neutralize a major threat to the Solar System.”

Neutralize?

The thief catches that wording, too. “You haven’t killed her.”

“That’s confidential,” she says coolly.

“Sasha--” I start to get up, but I’m too dizzy to break out of the thief’s grip, and he pulls me back down. 

The hard edges of her face soften slightly. 

“Frankly, I don’t know if something like her can be killed,” she says, her voice low. “Even if she could, she may in fact be one of a kind. Destroying that kind of a specimen would be a waste of a potentially limitless resource. Especially given her abilities.”

And I realize exactly what I’ve done. 

Miasma can shapeshift, and regenerate, and read minds. If they can figure out how-- if they figure out how to replicate it in themselves-- if they can make their own agents into something like her--

My head is swimming. The thief draws me close against his chest.

“Thank you, Agent,” he says curtly. “Are we being detained?”

She looks at him evenly, and then at me. “No. You’re free to go.” 

“Thank you.” He helps me to my feet, one arm still holding me close. “If you would be so kind as to show us the way out?”

She leads us out of the labyrinthine halls of the headquarters, and the thief keeps me from falling over. My mind is elsewhere, forming plans. I can call Rita, ask her to keep an eye on Dark Matters, let me know if they make any breakthroughs. And then we can... I don’t even know. We’ll figure it out when it comes.

But later. When my head has stopped spinning and I’ve had a chance to sleep.

I slide back into the moment when I feel the thief’s hands on me. “Didn’t know almost dying made you so frisky,” I say. “I would have done it more often.”

“And what if I told you that I was most aroused by bed rest and long recoveries?”

I scrape out a laugh. “Kinky, but I’ll give it a try. Any bugs on me?”

“None that I’ve found.” He’s patting himself down now, but he seems satisfied. “How are you feeling, love?”

“Like I just went through a dryer with a load full of bricks.” I hesitate. “Listen-- about Tau Ceti...”

He glances at me, his expression soft and resigned. “You don’t have to make a decision right now, Juno.”

“I know. But I did anyway.” I fold his hand in mine. “I don’t want to go there without you.”

He smiles gently. “I told you I would show you around, didn’t I?”

“No.” God, it’s hard to say. “I want to go with you. Not just to the festivals. Everywhere. I want to see the whole galaxy with you. I--” I’m cut off by a hacking cough. That was too much talking too soon. And without the momentum of my own clumsy words, I can hear just how stupid I sound. 

“I’m in love with you,” I whisper, and then I manage a soft, strangled laugh. “I’m in love with you, and I don’t even know your name.”

And he leans close against me until his lips brush the curve of my ear, and I can feel the warmth of his smile. “It’s Peter Nureyev.”

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Another bombarding! BUTTTT!! (Just popped in my head after my last msg) Harry's POV during and after the fight and then his convo with Cam when he sends him home! (Sorry I'm just in love with TWG and would die for more, whatever it is!) 💜💛💚💙

ALRIGHT STEPH HERE WE GO. THE FIRST PART OF THIS ASK, 364 DAYS LATER. I LOVE YOU.

Harry looks down at the floor, back up at Louis, the insecurities coming out before he can stop them. “I don’t always know how you feel about me.”

The looks Louis shoots back is downright menacing. “You must be kidding.”

“No,” he says softly, “I’m really not.”

“I have been nothing but honest with you from day one,” he sneers. “Do you expect me to trip over myself for you, like everyone else does?”

“No,” Harry replies honestly, “never. That’s what I like about you. That you never act a certain way around me.”

“Then what are you trying to say?!”

Harry puts his head into his hands, frustrated. His head is starting to pound. “Don’t think that I’m comparing you to anyone when I say this--”

“You’re already off to a bad start, I can tell you now.”

“--but I know exactly how Cameron and Bryce feel about me. They can verbalize it. I never have any doubt with them. I don’t have to guess. With you…”

If Louis wasn’t mad before, he sure as hell is now, and Harry doesn’t know how to get out of this. “I don’t give a fuck about Cam and Bryce. One single bit. As far as I’m concerned, they don’t fucking exist. This is about us. And you’re going to sit there and tell me you’d rather be with one of them because they’re willing to up and move to your perfect fucking home without an argument or care in the world.”

“I didn’t say any of that! Christ, Louis.” He stands, now, staring at Louis directly in the eye, needs to be level with him. “Being in this position is so fucking hard, okay? You think you have to second guess everything? Try being me. All I do is worry and stress over every little thing.”

“Oh, poor Harry, everyone wants him and he can’t fucking decide what he wants.”

Fuck, he’s going to start screaming. Louis can hear him but he isn’t listening. “It’s not like that! Fuck! I know I told you I enjoy the chase, but Louis. Give me something to work with.”

“I am! I’m giving you everything, but you just don’t want to fucking listen to me!”

The irony. “No, you’re not listening to me. I have to choose, okay? I have to choose between three people who care about me, whom I care about, too, and I thought I knew what the end game was, but now I’m not sure, because the one I wanted can’t tell me exactly what he’s thinking about our relationship or even discuss moving without having a fucking panic attack. I have to choose and it’s tearing me apart and I can’t fucking think straight. I have to pick. I have to.”

Louis covers his ears with his hands and Harry’s entire body is pulsing with adrenaline, anger, the need to tell Louis exactly what he’s thinking if he could just have a moment to do so. But.

“Just because I can’t say the words you want to hear specifically doesn’t mean I’m not in this, so how dare you tell me that I’m not worth it,” Louis shouts, his voice hoarse, “because I tell you how I feel every damn day. It’s written all over my face, the way I touch you, the way we talk, I fucking know it. Stop saying you have to choose, stop saying you have to pick. I can’t. I can’t fucking.”

Harry desperately wants to pull Louis into him, but his limbs feel frozen. “Louis…” he manages.

“No, get out. Just. Out. Please,” Louis pleas, and he seems so small.

“No, I’m staying here, we’re fixing this.”

He looks around, everywhere but Harry’s face. “I’ll leave, then.”

“This is your room.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do, though.” Don’t leave me. Us.

“Awesome. Don’t follow me. And don’t be here when I come back.”

“Louis.”

It’s wrong, it all feels wrong, and Harry doesn’t know how to backtrack, to get Louis to stop shaking or yelling or looking at him like that. He doesn’t know why or how it spiraled so quickly but now Louis’ out the Goddamn door, part of the crew closely following behind him, and Harry feels sick to his stomach. He looks at the mess of M&M’s strewn across the coffee table, the rumpled up sheets on Louis’ bed, the photo of his mom on his night stand, and Jesus Christ, he doesn’t care where the hell he ends up, just as long as he gets to have all of this with Louis.

He looks up helplessly at Zach, who’s already lowering his camera cautiously. The air feels oppressive, suddenly, and he needs to get up, get out, get his boy.

“Zach, I’m gonna…” Harry stands up and points to the door. “I have to make sure he’s okay.”

Zach makes a face. “I mean, you can if you want to, but are you sure you should?”

“Yes,” he replies with certainty. “He needs to know I’ll go anywhere with him.”

“Specifically away from this villa that he clearly asked you to stay in?”

Harry frowns, doing his best to hold back tears. He feels pathetic. “I didn’t get the chance to talk. I wanted to go over the negatives with him, and then the positives. And then he…” He trails off, doesn’t need to recap it. “I need to fix it.”

“You will,” Zach says. “Can I just…”

“Can I what?”

He hands Harry his headphones, turns the camera. “Sometimes it’s easier to see where it all went wrong from an outsider’s perspective.”

“Zach, I don’t want to watch this.”

He presses ‘play,’ anyway, and Harry’s stuck, watching it all back in front of him, helpless. It hurts worse this way, seeing how quickly Louis’ guard went up, how Harry didn’t catch it in the beginning and kept pushing. He rewinds it, watches it from the start, then does it again. He hopes for clarity. Instead, it makes him feel like shit, moreso each time.

The worst part, he thinks, is that he didn’t initially catch the way Louis’ body language changed so quickly, how his eyes turned glassy, how his entire demeanor changed to a fight stance. Harry drags his hands across his face, thinking that maybe, he doesn’t actually know Louis the way he thought he did, and what the fuck is he supposed to do now.

Harry spends the rest of the evening alone in his villa. He writes out exactly what he wants to say to Louis, beginning with an apology for being so pushy, so demanding, followed by an explanation of how he intended for that conversation to go.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m afraid of leaving California,” he says to himself, staring at his reflection in the mirror, “and that I have so many uncertainties and I need to be able to talk about them with you. Because this thing between you and I is a serious thing and we need to lock down some future plans. I’m not sure where I’m going to end up, physically or emotionally, but we need to explore all of our options. It’s important to me. You’re important to me. Even if I don’t understand exactly what happened back there, I do understand that I want to fix it. All of it.”

His cheeks are red, his lips are cracked, he looks like hell. He keeps practicing.

“You told me you weren’t thinking about our future and it hurt. Like, I think about you in my life probably more than I should be admitting to right now. And, it’s. Everything got lost in translation and I came off like a massive prick. I’m not blaming you for how I sounded. That’s my own fault. I’m just, terrified we’re not on the same page. We need to be. Same book, same page, same ending.”

He takes a deep breath. It comes out shaky.

“I’m not supposed to tell you I’m in love with you. But I’m telling you I am. And I will follow you wherever we need to be. San Francisco, Chicago, the North Pole… I don’t care. I’ll do it. The fear of leaving my life behind isn’t nearly as scary as the idea of not having a life with you.”

He sighs, wonders how Louis will respond, how he’ll react. Hopefully he takes it as well as Harry’s mirror did.

Harry waits until the crew has gone to bed and all the lights are out before he sneaks back to Louis’, ready to grovel, ready to give Louis whatever the hell he wants just so he never has to be the one to cause that reaction ever again. He does his best to prepare himself for Louis refusing to speak to him, or maybe to send himself home.

He squeezes his eyes shut as he knocks on the door. Worst case scenario, if that’s what Louis wants, Harry’ll just jump into the water, maybe drown a little bit.

Fuck, he’s second guessing everything.

Louis opens the door a moment later, naked sans boxers, and Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. He’s effortlessly beautiful and Harry can hardly stand it. All the words he intended so say are gone, his brain empty other than the swirl of Keep him. Save him. Love him.

“Can I come in?” Harry asks tentatively, voice cracking.

He nods, takes a step back, crosses his arms over his chest, like he’s trying to hide. “Harry…”

Harry can hear the apologetic tone in his voice, can see it in his eyes, and Christ, he knows his boy, what was he thinking. They’re both in this. They’re here. “Lou. I’m, like.” Impossibly in love with you.

Louis reaches out, touches Harry’s hand, and that’s all the invitation Harry needs before he’s pulling Louis into his arms, holding him carefully, tightly. He knows Louis will hook his chin over his shoulder before he actually does it, his stubble rough even though Harry’s t-shirt. He smiles.

They stand there for a while, long enough for Harry to memorize the rhythmic pattern of Louis’ heartbeat against his own, and when they finally break, Louis takes a moment to drag his finger across Harry’s cheek, his movements slow and meticulous.

“Lou,” Harry whispers, his eyes closed, “I’m so sorry.”

He’ll get his thoughts about - eventually, maybe not right now - but first and foremost, he needs Louis to hear his apology, needs him to know how much he’s cared for, needs to let Louis keep touching him like that because it’s enough to keep him from crumbling.

And he knows Louis is going to counter Harry’s apology with his own, which he does immediately, and though it could potentially feel stale to already know someone so thoroughly, it just makes Harry happy. Happy that he’s lucky enough to have this, even if he doesn’t actually have it yet.

Yet.

Harry knows Louis; all doubts are out. They’ll have it. No more questions.

He doesn’t get the rest of his mirror speech in, because Louis slides his hands into Harry’s pockets and rests his head against Harry’s chest and everything else feels like it suddenly comes second.

“I just want to be with you,” Harry murmurs, the most he can spit out.

Louis nods against his t-shirt. “That’s what I want, too.”

“Thank God.”

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