#am i just that ungraceful and/or dumb?

[cyberrose2001]

I saw the other person's ask about TFA Grimlock

I haven't seen any good fics about him so far

Do you think you could write for him with an insecure significant other? Now I really can't get that image out of my head. I really want to be praised by that dino nuggie

TFA Grimlock with an insecure S/O

in a bit of a writing rut atm, so apologies if this isn’t up to par. Also my first time writing Grimlock so thank you!

Warnings: GN reader, human reader, fluff/SFW

Word count: (will update)

It was a beautiful day on Dino Bot Island, as usual. The wind softly rustled through the native palms, the slightly salty taste in the air; it was a calming experience and a pleasant distraction from your woes.

But embracing in nature wasn't the only thing you've ventured onto the island for. You've come to seek out your lover, Grimlock, who lurks somewhere with his pack around here. You'll hear him coming before you can see him, but you know he's probably already spotted you.

You plop yourself on the grass in a small field unguarded by palm trees. While brushing your fingers through the blades of grass, occasionally ripping them out of the ground to play with them, you patiently wait for your dino bot.

A small smile graces your lips when you hear approaching thunderous footsteps and the rustling of the nearby bushes. You look up as Grimlock comes to a screeching halt in front of you.

"Pretty one! You come to see Grimlock?" He transforms into his alt mode, then sits crosslegged before you.

"Hi, Grim," You stifle a laugh at his ungracefulness, "Of course, why else would I be here?"

Grimlock gives you a toothy grin, reaching a claw out to gently caress your cheek, “Me like when you come see me, pretty human make Grimlock happy!”

Pretty human. There’s just something about him calling you pretty that irks you. You were certainly no beauty in your eyes, but you don’t have the heart to tell Grimlock that, not when he looks so genuine when he tells you his way of saying ‘I love you’.

You give him a half smile, reaching a hand to the claw resting against your cheek, “Yeah, pretty…”

Grimlock tilts his helm like a puppy, an adorable gesture that never fails to melt your heart.

“Why pretty one look sad?” Grimlock says, before his visor narrows, “Has someone hurt pretty one? Grimlock want to hurt them back!”

“No, Grim, it’s fine!” You can see the fury in his optics behind the visor, so you take both his claws in your comparatively small hands to calm him down, “It’s just… I wish you didn’t call me that.”

“Pretty one don’t want Grimlock to call you… pretty?” Grimlock looks down at you confusedly, “Me Grimlock ask why?”

How you’re going to explain your insecurities to a Dino Bot that lacks a conceptual understanding of insecurities, you have no idea. But you know he has insecurities; he’s just unaware of most of them. You think briefly and conclude that comparison would be the best option for Grimlock to understand.

“Grimlock, what’s something that you don’t like about…” You bite your lip nervously, “Well, you?”

Grimlock hums, “Well, me Grimlock don’t like when people call me dumb.”

“Ok, that’s a start,” You squeeze his claws, “So, even when I tell you you’re not dumb, do you feel like you are?”

“Sometimes…” He looks down at your hands and slowly thumbs the top of them, “Make Grimlock sad…”

“Yeah,” You softly sigh, “Well, it’s kinda like that, except I don’t think I’m pretty like you say I am.”

You glance up at his face, and you wish you didn’t because you have never seen Grimlock look so sad before. It makes you regret ever saying anything in the first place.

“Y’know what, it’s ok. I don’t want to bother yo- aah!” You squeak as Grimlock lifts you by the waist and pulls you near his face.

“Grimlock don’t like it when you call yourself ‘not pretty’.” He presses his helm against yours gently, “Me Grimlock think you the prettiest human me have ever seen, me Grimlock want to keep you forever.”

You close your eyes and press your palms into his cheeks, ignoring the little voice in your head telling you that he’s lying still, “You’re so sweet, Grim. What did I do to deserve you?”

Grimlocks’ sad smile turns joyous at your words, “Me Grimlock think pretty human the best thing to happen to Grimlock, me Grimlock love you.”

You didn’t expect to choke up, but then again, you never expected him to say he loves you in his jargoned yet endearing voice. That little annoying voice in your head is suddenly wiped away by his confession of love, not like, love.

You couldn’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to his sharp jaw, savouring the little chuckles emanating from the grey and gold dino bot.

“I love you too, you big oaf.” You laugh as he flops back on the grass and embraces you in a sweet hug, giggling when he nuzzles his helm against yours, his own special way of pecking you with kisses.

“Me Grimlock cuddle my pretty one; no more bad thought, ok?”

Why embrace in nature when you could have the embrace of Grimlock?

#tfa #tfa x reader #tfa grimlock #tfa grimlock x reader #fluff #sfw #cyberrosewrites

[thenewfuture]

Ahhhh those jerks are awful kick there butts Hinata

Wait! Stop you guys, we don't have to do this!

We're all on the same side here! We're teammates, co-workers, friends! We don't have to fight. Let's just stop this and not participate in this dumb killing game.

Ruruka: .....Pfftt, hahahahahaha! Hahaha! Oh my god! You did not just say that right now!

H-Huh?

Ruruka: You really are the biggest and dumbest dweeb I've ever met! Friends? Teammates? Get real! I never cared about the Future Foundation. All I wanted was to survive this Tragedy ordeal and get people to eat my sweets. This job was just a means to an end. In fact, if I deliver your corpses to Kyosuke, I bet I could get a huge reward! I may even get the funds to run my own organization! Hahahaha!~ Imagine that~

I....can't believe this...! Kyosuke and Juzo were bad enough, but you....you're just selfish!

Trying to kill us for something so stupid and petty! What is WRONG WITH EVERYBODY!

Ruruka: Petty? Me? I'm trying to get what I want out of this whole thing. I'm making the best out of a bad situation. Survival of the fittest and all that. But if we really wanna talk petty, how about your attempted dragging of everyone else at 4th Hope's Peak Class Trial?

!!!???

Ruruka: You wanted everyone to die and get the wrong answer all because your fwiend died? Tsk tsk tsk... Isn't that selfish? Isn't that petty? Isn't that greedy? Lots of other people lost their friends too, why do you think you're special enough to decide everyone else's fate? As someone who knows a fair bit about betrayls from so-called friends, I bet Sakura was rolling in her grave when she saw you pull that little stunt.

I....Th-That was.....I....I.....

SHUT UP! Don't you dare talk to Hina like that!

You have no idea what we went through in the killing game! You talk big, but it's easy to insult others when you can't even show your face to us!

Ruruka: As if I'd show my face to those freaks of nature called the Remnants of Despair! Like I said, I'm trying to survive here! And I have fullllll faith in Sonosuke to do the job perfectly! Speaking of which... I think it's time for you all to die now! Go on, baby! Do your thing!

Yes Ruruka.

*Sonosuke grabs his knife and charges forward to the group, he swings and-*

*CLING!*

...!

*.....is stopped. Hajime braces himself for the assault, but someone beats him to it. Sonosuke's knifes is parried by someone holding another weapon.....scissors....*

How.....dare you.....

What?

"Huh-wha? Sonia...?"

You despicable....horrid....unhonorable....lowly cowards...!

I have let you go on and on about your distasteful slander against these people and myself! I did not want to partake in this senseless act of violence and distrust again, not after what we have been through! But if you intend to turn your blade against my comrades and I, then I cannot sit idly by no longer!

I am Sonia Olivia-Kassandra-Regina-Theodore Nevermind III.... *Sonia twirls the office scissors and dons a pose similar to Genocider Syo...*

For the sake of peace, for the sake of my future, and for the sake of my friends! I will stop your ungraceful advances here and now!

Ruruka: Ugh! She's so loud and annoying! Sonosuke! Get rid of her!

I agree, you talk too much. Now prepare yourself...!

/////SONIA NEVERMIND VS SONOSUKE IZAYOI!//////

#asks #anonymous #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 3 #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #ruruka ando #sonosuke izayoi #miaya gekkogahara #the new future #future foundation arc

[stripeixii-rp]

☆OPEN☆

☆Jack Nicchols☆

☆Eyeless Jack☆

《Human AU》

A lazy day was a good way to try and explain today. You see, today there was nothing planned; no school, no work, nothing productive.

In fact, he was just laying in bed, unable to think of what to do. Slowly he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as he gave a soft huff, running a hand through his brown mess of hair. It was unbrushed and his fingers caught a tangle. He frowned, though made quick work of the problem. As if to check his work he ran his hand through the same area a few times and was satisfied by the lack of resistance. The sudden weight against his legs made it clear he was no longer alone. He was well aware of the dog roaming his house, but he still gave a gasp in surprise.

"Se-" he didn't even get to finish as the gigantic dog was already in his lap, wet nose sniffing at his cheek and a slobery tongue that gave unfortunately gross licks that took up the entire side of his face.

"Oh God," he said through laughter, his hands carefully finding the dogs sides, Laughter still resonating from him in response to his friend. I mran, based on the weight on either side of him it seemed clear his furry friend was using the bed to hold himself up.

"Ah- i'm- " he couldn't even talk through his own laughter, and his sides ached from it already.

It was amusing to think that this mass of fluff was now supposed to preform a serious job, after all, half a year ago he was just... A dog, doing dog things, whatever it is dogs do. It was probably clear he was new to his job, but Jack could not ask for it any other way.

After /assaulting/ him with love, the dog climbed up onto the bed fully, laying next to Jack with an ungraceful flop. Jack, who was practically in tears, was trying to simmer down at this point. How odd his dog seemed to have this effect on him. Man's best friend, he supposed.

Laugher still came from him as he tried to calm himself, and it was now a low rumble so there was some success. Aside from his problems his hand carefully found the dog at his side, the animals spine pressed to his hip and leg. It amazed Jack at times, he was 6'2* and this dog seemed nearly the size of him at times. With a touch that seemed cautious he ran his hand over the dog's side a few times, stroking his fur in a type of content.

He exhaled a soft hum as his laugher finally fully subsided and he started to calm down, though the energy still lingered in the muscles of his abdomen, and the ache would not disappear that quickly.

His phone startled him, going off with a sharp tone compared to the short silence that previously hung over to room. Imediatly his hand had moved up to his chest. He gave a noise of disbelief mixed with laughter. It was not there, he was not even wearing a shirt with pockets there today. His hands fumbled a bit as he patted at each available pocket to try and find which pocket held the phone. Oh, back left... He knew that....

Uuh....

It took him half a second to remember how to answer it, and honestly he felt very dumb for a second.

"Oh-" he gave aloud as he managed to remember, tapping the screen twice and placing it to his ear.

"Hel-oh... No I'm..." It was his /worried/ mother.

"No, I jusr- no- " he gave huff,

"Mooom."

Good, that got her attention.

*I'm fine." He said in a flat tone. "I had to find my phone, that's all." He said, which was... Kinda true...

He fell backwards against his bed dramatically, mindful of his arm and the dog on his left side. Of course, the sudden movement had gotten the dogs attention and he looked to Jack a moment concerned.

"No... No... Hm, No... Oh, guess who wants to say "hi'." He gave amused, "I cannot deny the man phone time, mom! Talk time is valuable in the prison system, how else am I going to find a suitable lawyer?" He asked dramatically and he then took the phone and using the dog's shoulder as a guide, dropped the phone as his paws. It was almost inevitable that he'd snuff at the phone, large nose probably taking up over half the screen.

Jack rested his chin against the dog's shoulder, bent a bit oddly at the torso but not in too uncomfortable.

Even with the phone no where near his ear, he could hear his mother give an annoyed huff before the telling beep the phone gave as she hung up. He could no longer hold back the laugh forming in his system and it erupted from him. Sure his mother was being a little too protective, she definitely had ever right to concidering what had happened, but that would /not/ stop him from messing with her.

#roleplay #literate rp #ep #creepypasta #creepypasta eyeless jack #creepypasta ej #eyeless jack #secondary pasta #human au #au #main stripeixii #seedeater #seedy #creepypasta seedeater #creepypasta seedy

[lycanthropicloverboyy]

a win for the gays! my boyfriend and i just adopted the most fucked up little kitten and i am going to tell you about him

little stalker of a cat. he was bothering the fuck out of his mean friend and staring at him while he was in the litterbox then played with his tail when he actually started shitting

went in and dug around the shit after the other one left

decided he liked going down the cat tree inverted. like it was pressed against the wall and he shimmied down face first with his back peets in the air

loves to jump off of objects and create a loud meaty thwap

very adventurous, very ungraceful

dumb

a little crustie

had his little hand up while eating cat go gurt. also makes a dumb face while he eats it

we’re gonna name him schrödinger but like. dingus for short yk

here’s the pictures i have of him (doing the cat gogurt thing) (looking absolutely fucked in his shelter picture). we are picking him up tomorrow :)

#gay life update #mlm #trans #gay #transgender #nblm #achillean #bi #mlm things #mlm thoughts #mlm content #cat #adoption #piebald cat #yes i am posting this here. win for the gays after all #we may get him a friend stay tuned #lycanthropicloverboyy cat arc tag #< that's his tag

[sunkern-plus]

is it weird that i prefer fat positive/fat liberation posts that are like “it’s okay to be fat and lazy, being fat and lazy isn’t hurting anyone and nobody has to owe anyone athleticism or giftedness or whatever” instead of fat positive posts reassuring people that fat people are super athletic or super talented or whatever because yeah i do like posts like that but like. even though i’m very smart i’m only smart in one area (which is like. the general “humanities/verbal skills” area that nobody really cares about or views as important, though i am decently good at music) and every other area that people consider important i’m average or dumb at, and i’m not athletic and am in fact clumsy, ungainly, and ungraceful in most ways except in the water. like. idk the former types of posts make me feel good for “living up to stereotypes” even though logically i know being lazy is a neutral trait and not a bad thing and the latter just makes me feel like i have to be exceptional like my cousins to be worth anything when literally i am only good at humanities related areas and music

[watch-grok-brainrot]

Tried to finish a chapter of tgcf last night and gave up when I dropped my phone on my face because I fell asleep while trying to read. Ow.

#haoppopotamus rambles #fandom things #am i just that ungraceful and/or dumb? #i ended up finishing the chapter this morning #reading tgcf #I'm on ch 36 #hualian already makes my heart sing

[starlightxsvt]

3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

-

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

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[smaidjor]

i know they're losing (chapter 2)

Hello everyone! Since the last chapter received such a positive response (well, if screaming could be called a positive response), I've decided to not make you all wait long for the second chapter of this fic. Also, I have no self-control. Anyways!

Once again obligatory disclaimer this is characters not people, don't ship real people, etc.

Chapter Title: over snow and winter's morn

Chapter Wordcount: 3203

Content warnings: more discussion of death, also quite a bit of Scott being a bit of a dick. He's going through it, besties.

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Chapter 1

Actual fic under the cut:

Jimmy doesn’t get a chance to return the ring any time in the next few weeks. Scott must have told Katherine that he visited, since she doesn’t come to bother him about it, and every time Jimmy tries to go to Rivendell, something gets in the way. Demon attacks, urgent business in his empire, once even Scott’s own guards turning him away. Apparently Scott is a ‘busy elf’. Jimmy doesn’t doubt he is, but he also doesn’t doubt that Scott’s actively trying to avoid him. Scott is a petty man, ultimately, and Jimmy knows this, used to love it like he loved all his husband’s flaws, all his imperfections that were perfect to Jimmy. Now, though, it just hurts that Scott’s turning that pettiness on him.

Finally, something changes. Jimmy gets an invitation (in person!) from one of his closest allies; Lizzie wants to hold a ball, and she wants as many people as possible to come. It will be fancy and formal, with dancing and politics and all the things Jimmy’s just a bit awkward with, but he is an extrovert at heart, and well...Scott will be there, as Lizzie warns him.

“I know you and him don’t really get on, so I get if you don’t want to come. I really hope you will, though, it’s going to be a fun night!”

Jimmy nods. “I’ll be there! I need to talk to Scott anyways, actually, got to return this ring to him. It’s important, I think.”

“Gotcha! See you there,” Lizzie says with a broad smile. Jimmy appreciates that she doesn’t ask any questions about the ring, especially given that it’s the one thing holding together his emotional state right now.

And that’s how he finds himself frantically searching for something fancy enough to wear to a formal ball, wishing he’d had the forethought to plan for this a bit better. Scott would have planned, he thinks, would have had an outfit laid out for each of them and the time it would take them to get there exactly calculated.

He shakes that thought off, settling for a green tunic with copper accents. It’s not the most elegant thing in the world, especially when you take into account the slime that’s dripped onto it, but it’ll have to do. It’s representative of his empire for sure, and the copper is a nod to his ally. It’s good enough, and that’s what matters, Jimmy thinks.

Lizzie greets him when he enters the ballroom, smiling widely with her new fiance by her side. “Jimmy! Glad you could make it!”

“Yeah, yeah, I did make it! Here I am!” The smile he gives her is genuine; he likes Lizzie. She's fierce and kind all at once, the best kind of ally.

Joel offers him a brief wave, which Jimmy happily returns before Lizzie drags him off to chat.

“So, heard from a little birdy you’ve actually been visiting Scott,” Lizzie says, a grin like the cat that got the bird on her face.

“As a favor to Katherine,” Jimmy quickly clarifies.

She nods. “She did say that, yes. She also said she heard about the visit from Scott himself.”

Jimmy hates himself a little for being pathetic enough to ask “What did- did she say what he said? Was he talking about me?”

“She didn’t say exactly, but he seemed ‘shaken up’, apparently...and a little wistful.”

“Oh, no. Lizzie, no.”

“Say, why did you have his ring?” She’s still grinning, a little more evil this time.

“It’s a long story!” Jimmy blurts, and flees. How’s he supposed to say ‘oh we were married on a server where we thought we were going to permanently die and then we respawned here and now Scott’s refusing to talk to me because the grief over my last death is slowly killing him’ tactfully? There’s just no way to do it! Nice one, Jimmy, now she thinks you’re in love with him or something, he thinks ruefully. Not that he isn’t- wasn’t. Wasn’t. Scott’s made it very clear that he and Jimmy are through.

Still, even with his depressing thoughts, the ball is pretty okay. No one’s gotten assassinated, there haven’t been any demonic appearances, Lizzie’s already showing off her engagement ring, and he’s pretty sure Joey’s going off about how hot demons are. It’s a decent party, by empires standards.

Scott makes an appearance some twenty minutes or so later, stepping into the ballroom with typical elven grace. He’s not a very elven elf, as he once told Jimmy, short and sarcastic with a love for mortals, but he still looks twice as elegant as everyone else in the ballroom. The shakiness in his step from a few weeks ago seems entirely gone, and for a minute, Jimmy’s heart leaps in hope. Maybe he’s getting better?

Well, only one way to find out. Jimmy swallows the complicated knot of emotion in his chest as he crosses the ballroom, coming to an ungraceful stop in front of Scott. Up close, the elf looks worryingly pale, and there are dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a strong breeze might sweep him away.

“Lord Codfather,” Scott greets.

“Elvenking,” Jimmy returns, dipping his head a little. Look, Scott, he can be formal too, alright? “Care for a dance?”

Scott stares for a long moment before giving a single nod. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind.” He takes Jimmy’s outstretched hand in his own gloved one, letting Jimmy put a hand on his waist as they start into a simple waltz.

Now, Jimmy is a terrible dancer, and he’s not too proud to admit it. He steps on Scott’s feet, gets off-rhythm once or twice, and nearly crashes them straight into Lizzie and Joel. But despite their current status as enemies(ex-spouses?), Scott says nothing about it. He’s silent, in fact, seemingly caught up in the music. There’s something wistful about his expression, something soft and gentle hidden under his icy facade. If Jimmy tries hard enough, he can almost pretend that the two of them are back in 3rd life, dancing under the stars, and Scott is looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

The illusion is shattered, however, by how heavily Scott is leaning on him by the end of the dance. He’s unsteady on his feet, grip like iron on Jimmy’s hand and shoulder. Though Jimmy can’t feel his hands though the gloves, when he brushes against Scott’s arm, it’s still a little too cold to be entirely right.

The music slows and then pauses before the next song, and they head for the edge of the dance floor.

“Thank you for the dance, Codfather,” Scott says. He steps away, face falling back into the emotionless facade so quickly it’s hard to be sure the tender expression of a moment before wasn’t a dream.

That’s the final straw for Jimmy’s fragile self-control. “Can we please stop acting like we don’t know each other?”

“What else do you want from me?” Scott snaps back.

“I- something! Anything! Just acknowledge that I exist, won’t you?”

“Acknowledging you exist doesn’t mean I’m still in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” Jimmy says, a little softer, a little bitter. “I know, trust me. I just want you to stop- to stop hurting yourself to try and avoid pain!”

“That’s not what I’m do-”

“Then what are you doing? Enlighten me, o wise elf!” They’ve kept their voices low enough, but people nearby are still starting to stare at them. Jimmy can’t bring himself to care. “You told me it would destroy you to lose me, but you’re losing me now by pushing me away!”

Scott’s expression is pained for a moment before he covers it with a glare. “I’m trying to do what’s best for the both of us, Jimmy.”

“No you’re-”

“I am an elf, and I cannot love a mortal. Humans are quick flames, burning and changing quickly. You’ll fall in love again, and you’ll forget me. There will be a mortal who loves you- I’m sure there are many already.”

“But I don’t want a mortal,” Jimmy protests. “I want you.”

“You can’t have me.”

“But why? Why, Scott?” His voice breaks, embarrassingly enough. “You said you loved me, you promised me all the time we’d be able to- to carve out, to steal from the universe.”

“I can’t give you that!” Scott snaps. “You’ll live sixty more years, maybe, a fraction of my life, a blink of an eye to an elf, and I can’t even give you that long! Not when I have to be the elvenking before anything else. Nothing I can do will ever be enough for you.”

“Enough for me? For ME? All I want is for you not to die to your own dumb plan and acknowledge my existance once in a while!”

“And all I want is for you to realize I can’t love you again!”

“Why can’t you care about me?”

“Why can’t you move on?” Scott counters.

“You’re not moving on, you’re just trying to forget!” Jimmy shouts.

In the silence that follows, he realizes that most of the ballroom must have heard the end of their little lovers’ quarrel. In fact, Lizzie’s somehow appeared next to him, laying a hand on his arm.

“Is everything alright, boys?” Her tight smile says that they will most certainly get kicked out of the ball if they continue this, and Jimmy can’t blame her.

“My apologies, Ocean Queen,” Scott says, switching to a formal tone with ease that Jimmy envies. He dips his head in respect, and only Jimmy sees how his hands tremble. “Everything is alright, but I am afraid I will have to leave early.”

She smiles again, dangerous this time. “No need to worry, Lord Smajor. Do try to avoid picking fights with my allies, next time, though.”

“It won’t happen again,” he promises, and sweeps away.

“Coward!” Jimmy shouts after him, anger making him bold. “You’re a coward, Scott!”

“Stop it,” Lizzie scolds. “You’ve already made quite the scene, and I did essentially kick him out. I’m not sure how much further you really want to carry it.”

“He is though, Lizzie, he’s a coward! Doesn’t want to face me because that means facing- well, facing everything that’s happened!”

“What do you mean, everything that’s happened?” Lizzie turns to the gathered audience of people who have been watching the spat, shooing them off as best as possible. They slowly disperse, thank goodness. “You and he are enemies, right?”

Jimmy almost winces. “It’s a bit- it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“I can see that. Jimmy, that looked like a messy breakup!”

“It, um, well, it was. Sort of.”

“Oh, Jimmy.” Lizzie’s giving him a sympathetic look, which she follows up with a tight hug. “Next time, how about we don’t invite him?”

He nods against her shoulder, rage leaving him as quickly as it came. Instead, he just feels...tired. “Thanks, Lizzie.”

“Of course. We look after each other, yeah?’

“Yeah.”

Jimmy leaves the ball exhausted, still reeling from everything that happened. The few lingering bits of anger are what gets him home, a bitter taste in his mouth from the bitter words he spat. Coward! You’re a coward, Scott! He refuses to regret them.

Scott’s ring nearly ends up in the swamp again, but Jimmy’s cooled down enough by the time he gets back that he can’t bear to throw it away. Instead, it goes in a box which he tucks into his old storage chest, somewhere he’ll never have to see it again. Scott can go to hell if he wants the ring back after all that.

-

For a while, Jimmy’s plan to tuck the ring and never think about Scott again seems to be working. Lizzie visits a few times to check on him, but she never asks specifically about Scott, and Jimmy doesn’t say anything about him. He receives radio silence from Rivendell, and he tells himself that it’s good, that he doesn’t want to hear from Scott.

So yes, his plan is working, up until he gets a knock on his door and opens it to find Scott there.

The elf looks terrible, frankly, almost worse than he did at the ball. His hair, which is usually so nicely done, is a mess, cyan strands falling all across his face. His clothes are wrinkled and have swamp mud on them, his eyes have dark circles as violent as bruises, and he’s swaying a tiny bit. In short, he looks like he didn’t sleep for a week, chugged coffee, and fought god in a denny’s parking lot.

Jimmy thinks he’s kinda hot.

No, he doesn’t. Fake news, brain.

“Hi,” Scott says.

“Scott? What- why are you here?” Jimmy’s voice rises, in shock or outrage even he doesn’t know.

“I came to apologize.” Though he looks like he’s going to pass out at any second, Scott’s voice is steady. “I was scared- I am scared. I’m terrified to lose you again. But I shouldn’t have pushed you away and hurt you.”

“No, you shouldn’t have!” Jimmy snaps, but there’s little real rage behind it.

“I know. I- uh- fuck.” Scott’s hands are shaking as he pulls out a little box from some hidden pocket. “I brought a gift as an apology.”

Jimmy takes it, curious despite himself, and finds that what’s inside is a silver bracelet with little crystals embedded in it. Flowers are the predominant design; he recognizes roses, hyacinths, irises, anemone, and poppies. On the underside, there’s elven lettering, though Jimmy has no clue what it says. The whole thing is a little clumsy, not quite as professionally made as the ring Scott once gave him, and Jimmy looks up at Scott. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Mhm. I did my best, but it’s not as nice as I’d like.”

“It’s pretty,” Jimmy says.

Scott’s shoulders slump with relief. “It’s spelled, too. Protection, good fortune, that sort of thing.”

“Do the flowers mean something?”

“They do.”

Jimmy doesn’t press for details.

“I-” Scott starts again, a tremble in his voice that wasn’t there before. “I’m sorry, Jimmy, I really am. I won’t ask you to forgive me, but I needed to apologize before my time ran out.”

“Is it that- that dire?”

The barest nod. “This is what I chose to do with it. Making that, coming here. You deserved an apology.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence, Jimmy staring down at the bracelet.

Scott breaks it. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to love me. I can’t promise you eternity. I can’t promise you happiness. I can’t promise you that I won’t have to be the elvenking first and a husband second. But I am yours still, if you’ll have me.”

A part of Jimmy is very tempted to throw both Scott’s gift and his love back in his face. He can’t bring himself to stay mad, though, not when Scott’s looking at him like that, with so much raw vulnerability. So much devotion, like Jimmy’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. It would be so, so easy to break that last strand of fragile hope in his expression; he’s offering up his heart on a silver platter, ready to shatter. Jimmy could- should- yell at him, reject his gift, tell him that he’s ruined any chance he has at Jimmy’s love.

Jimmy kisses him instead. It’s messy and it’s sudden and he very nearly drops Scott’s gift in the swamp in his haste to tangle his hands in Scott’s hair and press their lips together, but it’s real.

The little startled noise Scott makes gets cut off by Jimmy’s mouth on his. Scott’s lips are chapped and taste a little of glowberries, but Jimmy doesn’t care. He’s going to kiss his damn husband, something he thought he was never going to get to do again.

When they finally have to separate, Scott’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed. It’s a good look on him, Jimmy thinks, much more alive than his pale, rigid expression from before.

“So, I’ll take that as you want to stay married?” Scott’s voice is wry, collected, but his blush ruins the smooth effect.

“Of course I do! You absolute idiot!”

“Just checking.”

Jimmy kisses him again, just to shut him up. Scott goes with it easily, leaning into Jimmy’s embrace without complaint.

They pull apart quicker this time, and Jimmy holds the bracelet out. “Can you help me put this on?”

Scott nods. His hands are cold against the skin of Jimmy’s wrist when he fastens the clasp, but Jimmy grabs them and holds them in his own warm ones until they don’t feel quite so much like ice. It’s something. It’s a beginning.

“Come in and catch up with me?” Jimmy offers.

Scott nods again, and he doesn’t let go of Jimmy’s hand when Jimmy turns to go inside.

They talk about a lot of things. Empires, 3rd life, nightmares. Pufferfish, cake, flowers. They talk about the trials and tribulations of ruling; really, Jimmy complains that people keep attacking him and Scott nods in sympathy.

Eventually, though, the sun is starting to set.

“I need to get home,” Scott says. “You need sleep, not to stay up all night talking.” He goes to get up, and Jimmy immediately lunges, catching his sleeve.

“Don’t go! Please,” he adds, feeling his face flush at how desperate he sounds.

“Jimmy, darling, we both need to sleep.”

“We can sleep! I just….nevermind.”

“No, no.” Scott kneels back down, peering at him like Jimmy’s a puzzle that needs solving. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Jimmy.”

“I don’t want to be alone!” Jimmy blurts, and immediately flushes again. “It’s just, I’ve been alone for a long time, and there’s this demon thing that keeps showing up, and I’ve only just got you back, I’m not ready to let you go, and-”

“Hold on. What was that about a demon?”

“There’s this demon creature that I keep seeing, and it’s really messing with me,” he manages. “It sounds like you, sometimes, but all distorted, and I can’t handle it! You know me, I’m not brave or smart or anything, I’m just Jimmy!”

Scott’s frowning, worry wrinkling his brow. “Alright. How about you come to Rivendell for the night, then? I can protect us both easier there.”

Jimmy nods, feeling especially pitiful as Scott helps him to his feet. “Thank you.”

“Always. Do you still have the ring I gave you?”

“I do, I just….give me a moment to remember where I put it.”

“Good. It’s important.” Scott doesn’t elaborate, and Jimmy is too distracted looking for the ring to ask what he means.

Scott’s offer of protection feels flimsier when he has to lean on Jimmy as they travel back to Rivendell, but even then, it’s impossible to feel quite so afraid now that Jimmy isn’t alone anymore. And it’s even harder to fear anything that could happen when he’s safe in a warm bed, his head tucked against his husband’s chest. They’ll be okay, Jimmy thinks. They’ve been given another chance, and this time they’re going to get it right.

#scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #my writing

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Summer of Whump #10: Trapped

Villain blinked their eyes open to find themselves strewn over Hero's equally limp body. They groaned, and rolled off of them, landing with a thud.

"Mornin' love," Hero slurred. Villain wrinkled their nose in disgust before reaching their hand behind their nemesis's head to prod around. With a sinking heart, they felt blood.

"Thanks for the help dearie," Villain mumbled sarcastically as Hero smiled about whatever their concussed mind was imagining. Villain racked their mind for any medical information. They decided on waking Hero up and placing them against the wall.

"Stay awake," they ordered, not really caring it Hero were to fall alseep again and die, but still not wanting that initial guilt. Well, now they prevented the problem to the best of their ability.

This mindset was probably what led them to villainy in the first place.

After settling Hero down, Villain started to look around. They glanced upwards and immediately regretted it when a wave of dizziness overcame them. They toppled to the ground in a very ungraceful manner.

"Mm," Villain groaned and cradled the wrist that they just had to fall on.

"Hey, honey," Hero slurred, earning a glare from Villain. They chuckled deliriously in reply.

"Hey, brat," Villain sneered and took in their surroundings from where they sat. Close walls, kind of dark, damp...

They were trapped.

Villain came to this halting conclusion with an aching heart. Villain was one who would spontaneously fall into traps, but the fact that Hero was also trapped was alarming. The perfect good kid of the city never, ever was kidnapped. Villain could vouch for that after fighting with them for three years.

Actually, now was a great time to end Hero once and for all. Villain stole a glance at their half-consious enemy who was preoccupied with sucking on their thumb and scoffed in disgust. Drool was dripping down their hand and...

"Pleh!" Villain groaned. Their wrist still hurt, but they started prodding around. There had to be an exit, there just had to be.

"Honey bun," Hero fell forward and Villain cuaght them. They didn't know if the nauseating feeling was due to the fact that they were touching Hero, or that their own injuries were starting to get to them. They could feel a few of their ribs move as they worked to replace Hero against the wall.

"I don't wanna," Hero gave a pouty face and Villain scowled.

"And I don't wanna be in this close proximity with your worthless hide," Villain snapped, not exactly caring if Hero actually understood or not.

"I'm not the one with the worthless hide," Hero pointed a finger at Villain. "You are, you dumb-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Villain scolded and gave Hero a sarcastic bop on their nose. "No swearing, you know better."

"Don'ta," Hero retorted.

"What was that?"

"Don'ta."

Villain rolled their eyes and left Hero in peace to try and pronounce the words correctly.

"Don'ta, donna..." Hero growled. "Oh ya! Don't want... ha, mesie did it, me did..." Hero laid their head on their shoulder. "Hero did it."

Villain just blinked.

"Whatcha starin' at cutie pie?" Hero laughed, a guttural sound that made Villain want to strangle them. They held back their instinctual urge and raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do Hero?" Villain asked.

"Outsie. Hero found... found," their eyes unfocused. Villain shook them rapidly.

"Out," they finished.

Villain sighed and rested their pounding head against Hero's knees. That made the other giggle, but Villain tried not to notice the shrill squeaks.

"Where is out?" They said it slow and dumbed it down to their level, but the Hero still seemed oblivious. It made Villain want to scream.

"Pweh," Hero lunged forward and put their dirty hand on Villain's face with a content giggle. Villain grabbed their wrist and chucked it against the ground.

"I am not in the mood."

But Hero just chuckled, much to Villain's annoyance.

#summer of whump #trapped #writing #delirious #hero whumpee #villain whumpee #summerofwhump10

[crash-cinematic-universe]

a sickly satisfaction (ch.2)

pairing: jason dean/reader

summary: kurt and ram are vulgar as usual. thankfully, jason saves the day (and your ass)

warnings: uuhhhh murder, language, suicide discussion, homophobia sort of a little bit, fighting, mention of a concussion.

notes: heeheehee welcome to the wednesday chapter update. i hope you enjoy

taglist: @stuckysdaughter

            If Westerburg High is hell, the Cafe is the deepest, darkest, fiery-est pit there is. It’s a warzone filled with asshole jocks and preppy cheerleaders whose main goal is to ruin the lives of everyone else. Everyone divides into their respective clique in an attempt to find solace in the midst of their humiliation. The only ones who explore different groups being the ones looking to incite terror. If you’re like me-- completely alone-- you’re the most vulnerable. That’s probably why Kurt and Ram walked directly to me the minute our lunch period began, their eyes clouded with anticipation and eagerness. Other than that, their eyes didn’t hold very much. They were idiots. 

            “Ah, Y/n, just the chick we wanted to see--” Kurt slurs. He couldn’t possibly be hammered already, it’s only noon. 

            “What do you want? D’ya want me to hit you again? ‘Cuz I had a ton of fun the last time,” I spit, my voice low and irritated. Ram looks shocked.

            “Maybe I’ll be the one to hit you instead,” he growls. “Every bitch can be soothed by a good hard slap,” I stand up, my movements jerky and ungraceful. 

            “Sorry, Ram, you and your boyfriend might be into the whole slapping thing, but I’m more of a rope girl myself,” I sneer. The brainless meat-suits in front of me look horrified at the mere insinuation that they might be anything but red-blooded, flag loving, America-worshipping heterosexuals.

            “Listen up, bitch, you can’t talk to us like that--” At this point, I was pissed. My hands were balled up into fists.

            “Why not? Are you too stupid to understand? Sorry, I’ll try to dumb it down next time,” 

            “No wonder no one wants to fuck you, you’re a giant bitch!” Kurt howls. Ram nods.

            “Yeah! There’s no way either of us are going to want a handjob from you now!” I gag at the thought. These two were truly disgusting.

            “If you really thought I’d get within 400 meters of your microdick, then you’re a lot dumber than I thought!” This seems to strike a chord with Kurt, because before I knew it I was flying backwards. My head hit the tile floor with a sickly ‘smack!’. My head throbs, the lights suddenly too bright and the Cafe suddenly too loud. I see movement from the corner of my eye, and I brace myself for another hit. 

            When I open my eyes, I don’t see the face of God. Instead, I see Kurt and Ram lying on the floor, weakly gripping their dicks in a fetal position. Standing between them is none other than my knight in shining armor, Jason Dean. Kurt is back on his feet within seconds, his fist languidly flying past JD’s face. JD slammed his fist into his jaw, Kurt’s limp body hitting the group in an instead. Ram scrambles away, his ratty sneakers squeaking against the tile floor. Jason turns to me, his expression dropping from amusement to concern.

            “Hey, you alright?” 

            “Eh,” I shrug. “I’ve been better. What about you?” I gesture to the red splotches on his knuckles.

            “I’ll survive.” He grins.

            “Y’know, it’s good to see ya, Salinger--” I stumble over my words a bit. I’m still dizzy from my unfortunate fall. 

            “Salinger?”

            “Yeah, ya know. Jason Dean... J.D... J.D Salinger,” The floor seems to sway beneath me, and I instinctively grip onto JD for support. A part of me thanks my slightly concussed brain for allowing me to collapse onto someone so hot.

            “Hey, darlin’, you don’t look too good. I think I’m gonna take you down to the nurse, alright?” He holds my arm tightly as we walk out of the Cafe, the attention drawn in by the fight from before was quickly snatched by Heather Chandler rushing across the room to attack a freshman. 

            When we get out of the Cafe, everything is much quieter. There are no arguments ensuing or insults being thrown; the only thing breaking the silence was Jason’s soft breathing, and the sound of our footsteps.

            “You were right about the whole ‘knockout button’ thing,” Jason spoke softly. I couldn’t tell if it was because of my injury or because he was afraid of ruining the moment. “I didn’t think Kurt would go down so fast. Made me feel sorta powerful.”

            “You are powerful, dude,” I winced at the fleeting pain that talking shot through my skull. “You could get this entire school to eat out of your palm if you wanted to,” 

            “Oh yeah?” Humor is laced in his words. He moves so his arm is around my shoulders and I think about how great of a story this’ll be once I meet up with Tommy.

            “Yeah, you’ve got it all,” I say without thinking. “You’re smart and tough and super hot, you know how to throw a punch and start a f--” 

            “You think I’m hot?” Apparently, my bitch brain decided not to register the embarrassment I should feel in that moment.

            “Oh, totally. You blow every other guy here out of the water, they don’t hold a candle to you, Jason,” Jason smiles a proud smile, his face suddenly going soft pink. 

            “You’re pretty hot, too,” he adds.

            “Eh,” I shrug. “I’m a solid 6/10, 7/10 on a good day, but you? You’re off the charts, baby,”

            “Darlin’, once you’re coherent I am going to do everything in my power to show you how attractive you really are,” Apparently, that was enough to sober me up for a moment. Regardless of the fact that my head was really the only thing injured, I was pretty sure I was going to die on the spot.

            “I’d like that, I think,” I grin. We get to the nurses office much too quick for my liking, and Jason is ushered back to class. If it weren’t for the throbbing in my head, I think I’d be swooning.

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #heathers #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #heather duke #veronica sawyer #irl dont look #irl don't look #a sickly satisfaction series

[kyramidoriya]

BakuKami Week Day 4

Someday in the future, Denki would look at this day and laugh. Hell, he would even look back at it as one of the best days of his life. But for a brief moment, it felt like one of the worst things that had ever happened to him.

It was time for the cultural festival during their third year at UA, and somehow the girls had convinced the boys to do a host club. Several of the boys were hosts, a few of them were waiters, and some helped in the kitchen. The girls got to take care of all of the food and the decorations. All-in-all it was going really well.

They had even set up a kissing booth, where anyone could get a kiss on the cheek from whichever host was in it. Denki was working it at the time, sometimes kissing some of the other students on the cheek when they came up and paid for a ticket. But then, he heard a commotion on the other side of the room.

Katsuki was glaring intently at Eijirou, who was smirking at the blond while they argued. Denki couldn’t really hear them from over here, but he heard his name, and immediately he blushed. He never liked it when people talked about him, but it was worse when Katsuki was involved.

Denki had been crushing on him hard since their first year, and not knowing what they were talking about was stressing out the blond. But then Katsuki whipped around, and their gazes locked onto one another.

He looked angry but determined. Katsuki’s crimson eyes flicked across the other blond’s face like he was searching for something. All the attention made Denki blush, and then Katsuki smirked as he started to march his way over to him.

He stopped in front of the booth and let his eyes rake up and down the other boy. When Katsuki's gaze got back up to meet Denki’s, he leaned over the booth and grabbed onto Denki’s chin.

“How’s it going, sparky?” Katsuki asked.

“Uhm, fine. What are you doing, dude?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m over here to kiss you, dumbass!”

At first, Denki was genuinely confused. Never in a million years did he think the guy he liked would want to kiss him. But then he remembered where he was and the argument that occurred on the other side of the room. People might joke that Denki is dumb, but he had always been good about reading people. This all pointed to some kind of dare, and he wanted no part of it.

“Why are you going to kiss me?” Denki asked while suspicion laced his tone.

“Shitty hair said I couldn’t do it. No way in hell am I going to let him be right.”

“So it’s some dumb dare? I don’t want our first kiss to be for something like this.”

Katsuki froze at the wording for a moment, “First kiss? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Denki tried to act chill. He even tried to chuckle, but it was so blatantly fake he cringed. “Uhm, Nothing? Forget it. I’m just saying weird stuff.”

“You want more than one kiss? Why? I’m an asshole.”

“Yeah, you’re an asshole, but I’ve never minded it.”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed while the grip on Denki's chin got tighter. “Hold on a minute, what the fuck is happening?”

“God, you’re a moron sometimes. Don’t worry about it.” Denki tried to shake himself loose but failed.

“No, we’re going to talk about this. Do you like me or something?”

At this point, Denki was annoyed. He hated that it had come out like this. He never even planned on telling Katsuki about it. The other boy was so focused on graduating and becoming a hero that Denki never considered Katsuki would have been interested in a relationship.

Eventually, he got fed up with Denki’s silence. “I swear to god, you tell me right now if you like me. I want to fucking kiss you, and I want to kiss you again after that too. Fuck, I even want to take you on a stupid date. So you better tell me right now what you want me to do.”

With every passing sentence, Denki’s eyes widened. At the beginning of this whole scene, he thought that the first and only kiss he would ever have with his crush would just be some dare. It had even started to break his heart. But now, he was being confessed to? He didn’t even know what to say.

As Denki's silence grew, Katsuki got more and more nervous. He started to back away when the other boy didn’t say anything, as anxiety clawed at him. Katsuki tried to scowl, but it melted from his face and turned to surprise when the other blond moved forward to kiss him.

Denki slammed his lips into Katsuki's. It was the most ungraceful kiss in history, but it was perfect. Teeth smashed into each other, and it was hurried and desperate. But the kiss was so full of longing it almost Denki's eyes watered.

They pulled away, both laughing at each other. Denki’s smile was blinding, and Katsuki’s own grin was elated and full of pride.

The explosive boy whisked him away, and the last thing they heard before they left the room was Eijirou laughing as he shouted, “Finally!”

#bakukami #kamibaku #bakugou #katsuki #bakugou katsuki #denki #kaminari #kaminari denki #bnha #mha #drabbles #kyra writes #bakukami week #bakukami week 2020 #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[jjba-hell]

Revoked

Still late for day 2 but I am enjoying the hell out of these prompts. (Today’s prompt was sci-fi)

Trigger warnings for the death of the ice cream gays but lemme know if I missed anything else.

Summary: a weird mismatched team of busted up aliens and half-blood humans just dealing with some shit.

For the lovely: @lasquadraweek2021

“You should really just transfer to a new body Pros. Humans aren’t supposed to live this long, babe.”

You grumble probably more to yourself than to the man whose forearm you were tinkering in. Well... maybe tinkering wasn’t the word either. He needed another repair and honestly you can’t help but feel like Risotto only offered you the air-mattress in the ship because so many of these psychos have bio-tech they can’t afford to upkeep.

“Sure, I can’t afford a rewire but I can surely afford getting my brain transplanted in a new body.”

“Human bodies are so easy to grow though.” You peer up at him over your magnify glasses with a wriggle of eyebrows. “Fully grown in a quarter rotation? Come on I still have to wait another half rotation to buy a swimsuit let alone grow a body.”

Prosciutto flexed the hand you were working on to spite you but all you did was strap the wrist down and switch off the impulse circuit before getting up and walking toward the exit of the ship where the others were sprawled out in the soft baby blue grass of the planet you were hiding out at.

Melone’s gaze shot from laptop up as you kicked your untied boots from your feet and slid into the grass, barely hearing him as he asked “Any luck with Pros’s arm?”

“I can’t keep mending the same two wires that keep popping off. Its best we find a place that can handle Babyface’s software and get a new one.”

“Still not budging for just replacing the whole thing?” Formaggio asked from somewhere across the clearing.

Like he was one to talk- Akils like him grew back heads and limbs, there wasn’t exactly a need to know anything about biotech.

“Nope. Are all humans this stubborn?”

“I think its the half Megnu in him.” Illuso was the one to chirp in this time.

“That’s still not confirmed.” You sat back on your feet to try and spot your teammates.

“Well he won’t let me analyze.” Melone sighed- continuing to worry away at the clear glass screen that held all his designs.

Melone truly was a bit of a madman to you- he designed the entirety of his body on that simple glass tablet and yet couldn’t finish his face in time before the feds were on him for unethical medical practice- ironic considering he was only putting himself through the strain of fitting his brain into a piece of machinery. What his official titles were in his old field were beyond you.

“Pesci’s not all Scud and he’s not half as stubborn.” You commented and with a soft hum the team fell back into silence.

“Where’s Ris?”

“He’s in bed- that last jump took a toll on him.” Illuso finally rose up from the grass himself heading a bit further away from the clearing, probably wandering after Ghiacchio who was asked to take a lap after he froze off Formaggio’s finger.

You clambered up a few steps to find your captain with the old-fashioned two-way radio in his hand as he lay passed out on couch of the shared living room.

Risotto would rather be caught dead than caught like this so, with intent, you stepped up to take the radio out of his hand. He seemed to gently wake at your fingers prying the piece or equipment from his hand.

“Shit.” He grumbled. “How long-?”

“Ghiacchio’s not even back from his lap- don’t worry. Just head off before they catch you.”

And with a slight groan he rolled up and disappeared down the hallways to his bunk which sounded with an ungraceful “clunk” as he fell into the bed.

Your name got hollered with the slightest tone of desperation from Prosciutto and with that you were back doing your part in the team behind the scene.

“You’re a purebred?” Prosciutto had eventually asked after a few minutes of boredom at watching you weld wires back to the motherboard.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “What am I? A dog?”

He seemed to swallow his words.

“Where do you think I’m from?” You tried to smooth it over.

“Caestea- at least your appearance would have you look like that.”

Another laugh. “I’m from Earth, Pros.”

His eyes widened. “Impossible.”

“Oh yeah. My parents weren’t exactly refugees but they are most certainly not human. Fuck knows what my genetic makeup looks like but thankfully I certainly age like a Caestean. You are all human, huh?”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Not that there are many of us left.”

In a sense you felt bad for him. You’d seen photos of Earth long before it started to mimic its brother planet Mars but you rarely thought of how wickedly the planet must have lost its life before intergalactic intervention. Humans were strangely scared and selfish creatures but no one deserved to die because there was no clean water to drink.

You shook off the macabre though before closing up Pros’s arm and putting away the tools. “That should do for now but we really do need to think of a replacement in the near future.”

“Thanks.”

It was a half-assed thank you but it surely caught your attention. Pros was a little too prideful to give just anyone a thanks but nonetheless you returned the sentiment. “No problem.”

Outside the boys were fighting again- or rather Ghiacchio was arguing as Formaggio was pushing his buttons while Pesci grilled a rather obscenely colorful fish over the fire-in-tin.

“Oh just the person we needed to see.”

Getting clasped with two arms over the neck was bad enough but from Sorbet and Gelato, now that was trouble waiting to start.

“Oh gods, what do I have to offer this time.”

“Don’t be so serious!” Sorbet cooed darkly.

“We were just hoping you could help us out with the next target.” His boyfriend added.

If you could just roll your eyes back far enough.

“Wandering off from our captain’s orders doesn’t sound like something I’d want to get myself involved in.”

“Not even for a bionic manufacturer?”

“Or a healing bay, for the ship? Surely you could install those things no problem.”

Honestly it was hard not to fall for the stereotype that all Makzi’s do is play dirty and haggle like merchants but here you were, stuck between them and being tempted into breaking formation with them.

“And what would I have to lose?”

“Nothing much-“

“Maybe some face with Risotto.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “You want me to convince him?”

“Exactly- he might actually consider something if it came out of your pretty mouth.”

“Or rather, if he could come in it.”

You took one step back and bowed out of the hold between the two of them. “Fucking sleezes. Your shit’s gonna get you killed, mark my words.”

“So its a no?”

“Its a fuck no, Sorbet. Vile comments aside, that shit is expensive, even dent-jobs sell for millions... that kind of money is too big a job for us to handle right now and stealing one even more. Get your heads out of your asses before you come up to me with more dumb shit, next time.”

And with that you slipped back beside Illuso as Pesci was grilling up the third fish for the night. Looking back at what you had said was not untrue. That night you were restless in your bunker above Formaggio- Illuso peering behind the sliding divider across the little hallway that ran between the bed bunks.

“Something on your conscience?”

“No.”

“You sure?” You nearly leapt out of skin as Formaggio’s forehead popped up just below your chin outside your divider. “You’ve turned and kicked like 10 times, babe.”

“Please don’t babe me.” You frown at him but you answered the gnawing feeling by asking. “Where are Sorbet and Gelato?”

“Probably in their bed.” Illuso answered as if there wasn’t a more logical answer.

“Wanna put money on it?” Your eyebrow raised.

“And catch them in the act? Daaamn you’re dirtier than I thought.”

“Come on then, 10 drinks at the next stop they’re not in their bunk.”

“Shit, I can’t miss on that opportunity.” Formaggio’s divider slid open all the way to allow him to plop with bare feet to the double bunks at the end of the hallway.” You and Illuso watched in trepidation as he knelt down and knocked. There was no answer save for Risotto’s stern frown behind the top divider making an appearance. “What do you want?”

“Are Sorbet and Gelato in there?” You piped up first.

The angry frown turned into concern as he slid out of his bunk to replace where Formaggio was. He slid the door open to reveal one big empty bed.

What you’d have given to be wrong. But instead the panic bit you all and soon you were messily slipping on boots and running around the ship to find the missing lovers.

Pesci checked the engine compartments he might have accidentally left open, Pros checked the storage while Risotto was seeing if he could track them on the radar. It was only when you were hoisted onto the roof by Formaggio that the dread set into your bones.

“Tell Ris to switch on the overhead console lights.”

You called back down below you. Part of you wished you didn’t... since all it did was put them on display.

It was a vile thing that made Risotto’s eyes grow darker than they already were and once dawn broke, you and Melone quietly put the bodies into the best makeshift body bags you could manage. The lake a few paces away was where you last saw those body bags.

After you left that pit stop you sat in silence in the communal meeting area, your legs flung over one of the armrests in your seat- staring blankly at the coffee table you’d nipped from a market not too long ago.

“So... what’s the plan?”

You asked at anyone who would listen.

“Do we go on as usual? Find their families?”

“Revenge?”

Your head turned to Prosciutto as he was enjoying one last drag of his cigarette.

“You’re brave.” You huffed a bit of laughter at the thought. The big boss and his cronies- the only real reason none of you strayed from Risotto’s orders was way up on a station so far up the intergalactic alliance ladder that you’d have a better shot at killing the king of Gnomia B908 and getting away with it.

“Why not?” Illuso was the one to back it. “Surely we could track the sick fucks that did it.”

“You’re thinking too simply.” Risotto grumbled over his fist. “They didn’t get themselves killed by accident. This was deliberate- a display not to challenge the higher ups.”

“Any idea what they were planning?” You sat up, propping your elbows onto your knees.

Risotto kindly pulled up their hidden plans- your name encircled in red a few times. They seemed to have had their eye on a biotech printer and medbay that was once used by the Boss himself.

“What’s the relevance of an old medbay?” Pros posed the question to you- Melone was up front with Formaggio.

“Medbays need to keep track of any irregularities in DNA to avoid any incompatibility issues. Its one of the few things that can’t be wiped because its burned into the drive. They were trying to expose the Boss’s identity.”

“And they were planning on risking us all in the process?”

You pointed at a little arrow shooting off your name once more. “They figured I could remove and replace the hard drive before anyone noticed.”

Your throat felt dry as you realized what that meant. Whoever this person was... if they could follow something as irrelevant as a used medbay to keep their tracks clean... chances are you were all, at best, being watched.

The thought must have been shared as Risotto didn’t breathe a word as he moved to the front of the ship and changed course to an unaffiliated vector you know damn well you’d probably be searched and cleansed for.

To no one’s surprise the pristine white towers blinded and no sooner than two seconds of coming into orbit of one of the bigger planets you were requested to land.

You stood beside you captain as the ship docked and you waited with your hands behind your head to greet the haz-mat team. “You must be pretty serious about this if you’re willing to get sit in their prison.”

He gazed down at you and with a deadpan tone simply said: “You’ve escaped, I’m certain you could do it again.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #la squadra #jojo part 5 #risotto nero #prosciutto #illuso #formaggio #ghiaccio #whole gang’s here... more or less #lasquadraweek2021

[efkgirldetective]

30, 31, 32! 🥰

coming as a shock to actually no one,  I got carried away & made these answers way too long—utmost apologies, anon  💗💗💗 thank you for the qs!

30. favorite line you’ve ever written

ok I’m immediately cheating and claiming an entire PARAGRAPH how obnoxious is that ??? this comes from ED Ch10 and I chose it because there’s so much of Lily seeing James look at her with very plain adoration, so writing James catching a similar look from Lily is just lovely to me—& the idea of him having seen that look before, all the way back in the summer, when things were beginning & so uncertain between them, & that moment being so simple but ultimately very meaningfully to him, because of her look of affection—I adore that, too:

I rope my arms around her and lift, do an unsteady, unpracticed, ungraceful turning maneuver that riles a breathy laugh from her as we fall, clumsy, to the bed. I kneel, awkwardly, lowering her gently down—and when she looks up at me, I am struck through by the living memory of a long-ago July day, a bike ride somewhere on the outskirts of Dedham, a long uphill ledge. Lily wearing a blue tank top, one of the straps fallen, off her shoulder—me kissing the bare shoulder, righting the strap, and her looking at me like this, like a brutal sheet of rain could wash us both down the side of the hill and when we reached the bottom, battered and soaked, she’d still have some quiet adoration to spare.

31. hardest character to write

In the Jilyverse I would have to say Peter!!! Because he is a real piece of shit!!! BUT I have to give him his due in the Marauder’s dynamic. It’s so hard to insert him into those friendships without being massively upset (LOL) & find a space where he fits in naturally, since we don’t have a ton of canon information on what he was like pre-being a dickhead/betraying/etc. I do, however, try to give him a space and qualities that aren’t just the absolute *worst* qualities of the group—it is hard, though! Because I’m always tempted to just make him completely aloof and sort of dumb and just the runt of the group, lagging behind Remus/Sirius/James like some kind of lackey. UGH I hate it. I just picture him with really watery rat eyes and I HATE IT. BUT, again, he was a Marauder and a close, dear friend to them all (until he wasn’t) so I have to get him in there and try to be a neutral, objective writer of the character. although have I mentioned that I STRONGLY DISLIKE IT????

32. easiest character to write

I cannot in good confidence or faith claim writing any of these characters is an easy task, because there’s so much canon and history and fandom expectation weighing over all of them—but the most fun character to write, if I can tweak the question a bit, is James !!! I love his complexities—his past, and how he changed, and how he retains some of his former self in little ways, and grows so well in other ways, and how so much of that is caused by a maturing respect and love for Lily, and wanting to be that better person. I love how charming and handsome he is but also like a total idiot? And fool in love? Who doesn’t crave that!! He’s a wide-open possibility and an interesting challenge to write—and I have to say I’ve got minor qualms with James being written as exceedingly Focused on Masculinity, as I’d like to think of him as a bit more evolved—especially given his attachment to Lily and all the growth he has to go through to befriend her, finally, and date her/etc—and I like exploring his coming to terms with emotions and realizing vulnerability can be strength—especially given the strong and (imo) vulnerable friendships he cultivates with Remus/Peter/Sirius—I love exploring those connections, and how they shape him—what a rich well it is to draw from! 

ALSO writing besotted James is just pure indulgence. As a person who as at some time or another craved the affection or attention of a man (gross & upsetting, I know, I know), writing James pining for Lily and then dating Lily and loving her and treating her really well is an absolute treat !!!

[chappedandfadedvds]

Jan 16th, Saturday 15:16

Jens was actually laughing. 

Genuingly laughing, when Lotte told them some really bad joke she had heard in school. A dumb pun. But it had been the fourth in a row and they had finally reached the breaking point.

He sat at the table, an half emptied plate of apple slices between him and his little sister, while Lies roamed the kitchen to write down a list of groceries to buy on her way home. She planned to visit their mom and it had weighed heavy on her, when she had admitted this to Jens early that morning infront of the bathroom mirror.

Lies had told him, how much it hurt to live so far away and unable to travel and come home. She would have loved to help Jens over the past year, even if it would just have been for a week here and there. It was the reason why she had been so desperate to secure the position to be send to Brussels. 

Not that it been an actual problem, her wokrplace knew very well about her family situation. Still, Lies had said, that the moment she had recieved the plane tickets only a week ago, she had broken down in her boss’s office. 

Lies was here though now, thankful for the opportunity to bid farewell to their mother in person at last.

Jens understood the relief his older sister had explained to him. He couldn’t even entertain the thought of not being able to see his mom, while prohibited to visit inmidst the pandemic.

„Oh, I know! There is this one dish Theo and me always make as comfort food. Quite easy, but really nice in winter, with a good hearty broth. I’m going to do that.“ Lies declared vague from where she stood behind the opened door of the fridge. Mumbling something under her breath, while she noted things down on the piece of paper on the counter next to her.

„I don’t know if I should trust you to actually cook something delicious.“ Jens mocked, reminded of the many times that Lies had simply ordered take-out on every evening she was watching her siblings. Cooking was for loosers, she always had said, and simultaneously implied that she was at an absolute loss in the kitchen.

„Says the person who had managed to let noodles get burned to crisps while boiling them.“ 

„I was ten.“ He defended, cackling when Lies snorted and their gazes met. So much time had passed, but Jens was assured that the loving arguments between them would never cease to exist.

„But Jens is really good now. He makes like a super good riceotto“ Lotte chimed in, the wide smile on her face somewhere between amused and puzzled. She hadn’t much memories of Jens and Lies together, so it was reasonable for her to be unsure why it was funny. Their little sister had been only five when Lies had left. 

She had cried for a whole week, but with time passing, she had stopped even mentioning Lies alltogether. She knew her, yes, but she couldn’t tell what they had done or talked about together any longer. And maybe it was a little sad, Jens thought, but it also meant that Lotte wouldn’t miss Lies as much as Jens sometimes did.

„Risotto.“ Jens corrected, while he leaned a little over to ruffle through her hair. She slapped his hand away, stucking out her tounge at him in jest.

„Well, maybe Jens should cook then. I won’t complain.“

„No way, you are the oldest now, you cook.“ Jens quickly proclaimed his flawless reasoning against the mere suggestion Lies had voiced. His older sister barely contained herself from laughing again, instead nodded along, as she continued to write even more things down. 

Jens knew that she had come with a rented car from the airport, but the list just grew and he wasn’t sure, if he should tell her off. It looked like she wanted to stock the kitchen for an entire month.

The mood turned a little quieter, only Jens’s spotify playlist filled the house with some comfortable noise, while Lotte sketched some abstract scenes on paper. Jens’s eyes flicked over every once in a while, but it appeared like there wasn’t much reason behind it.

He yawned and stretched his arms, a loud cracking sound in his shoulder earned him a gleeful glance from Lies, who he flipped off. Despite it, he felt younger today. He felt lighter. His breathing wasn’t hurting as much, his thoughts came easier. 

Lies and him had talked for hours yesterday. He had forgotten how close they used to be. Which was wierd given their age difference and them not even being the same gender. But somehow they always stuck together. Jens wished she would stay.

The day they had bid goodbye at the airport had been locked somewhere into his head. Even after three years he didn’t dared to touch it.

This all would be easier if he had Lies to live with them. But it wasn’t reality and Lies had made him understand that it was okay to be scared. She had admitted at three in the morning, when they had headed to bed, that it had taken her month to figure out how to live on her own. Especially after she had moved to a different continent, while leaving her family behind. Jens could do this too.

He still had all of his friends around. He had this house. He had Lotte.

He just had to start somewhere.

„I think I’m going to call Lucas.“ Jens suddenly said. For a moment he had considered the possibility that he hadn’t spoken aloud at all. However, it became clear that he had, as both his sister’s heads spun towards him in an instant.

„Really? That came out of nowhere. But good for you. I think you should.“ Lies said, a little startled by his surprising change of demeanour. Only this morning he had still sat depressed and hunched over in pity in front of his breakfast. Jens wasn’t even sure himself where the urge to do it had popped up from.

„Yes!“ Lotte followed up quickly with bright wide eyes. Of course she would be excited.

„Okay. I’m going to do it.“ He declared, more to will his confidence in excistense than aynthing else.

He was nervous. Maybe Lucas wouldn’t even pick up? Jens wasn’t even sure, if Lucas’s mom was still around. This was a bad idea. 

The whole conversation from thursday sprung back into his mind. The hurt in Lucas’s eyes and the anger in his words. All caused by Jens. What if the other boy needed more time? What if he wouldn’t even pick up?

The fear must have shown on his face. Jens was sure, because Lies stood suddenly next to him, to push his phone into view. He had been starring at the surface of the table, unmoving, even when Lotte had come closer too, with a hand resting on his shoulder.

„Come on. Call.“ Lies demanded, despite the gentleness in her voice, it still made him take the phone into his hand.

„Alright.“

„Do you want us to leave?“

Good question, Jens thought, unsure how to answer. But then, he wasn’t planning on having the needed conversation over phone anyway. He was scared that words would get twisted and intentions screwed by the missing connection one had face to face.

So he shook his head.

The phone rang four times. 

Nothing.

He tried again. Just this second time and then he would put it away again.

It merely managed to make a sound, before the call was answered.

„Jens?“

He sat at the table, his breath on hold, as he listened to the boy on the other end. Jens wouldn’t cry from solely his name being spoken by the person he missed so much for only a couple of days now. He wouldn’t.

That was at least what he desperately told himself.

„Jens? Are you there?“

There was worry in the voice and Jens didn’t trust it. He didn’t deserved it. But he was on the phone, he remembered. He had been the one to iniiate the conversation. He should probably say something.

„Hi.“ 

Jesus. His voice had certainly cracked, like some fifteen year old teenanger going through puperty. This was embarrassing. But it also helped. Lucas was definitely snorting on the other end of the call. And the three siblings all fell into laughter, with Lies wheezing at her brother’s pitiful attempt to make things right. His sister’s really tried to keep quiet, but it kind of was in vain. Lucas must have heard them.

It took Jens a solid minute to speak again. 

„Sorry, about that.“

„It’s alright.“ Lucas said as he took an audible deep breath to calm down to continue. The faintest amusement in his voice still there, even if the mood had turned serious again. „I am really glad that you called.“

It was the earnesty that struck Jens the most. It came unexpected. He had planned to force Lucas to hear him out if he had to. In the strong assumption that the younger boy didn’t wanted to talk to him in the first place. Apparently Jens had been wrong. Again. Like so often. It seemed to become a habit.

„I’m glad you picked up.“

„Of course.“ Lucas replied without any hesitation, it made Jens smile a little. It felt so good to hear him again. To hear him at ease. Jens pushed away the intruding thought in his head, that told him that it probably had to do with Jens’s absence. He hated that he somehow could belive it.

„I thought, maybe we can talk?“

There was a brief pause on the other end, as the call fell silent.

„I’d like that. When?“ Lucas asked and Jens noticed that he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

„Uhm, when?“

„Yes, when?“ 

The amusement in the younger boy was back. Jens could imagine Lucas shaking his head at the silly and ungraceful awkwardness Jens presented. There was a hand in his view, that lead him to look up at Lies, who tried to get his attention.

„Tomorrow.“ She whispered, nodding her head quickly, while she pointed a finger to herself. „I can watch Lotte.“

Jens loved Lies so much, it was ridiculous.

„How about tomorrow? I could come over to yours.“

„Okay. Be here at one maybe?“

„Yes, that works.“ He affirmed in a heartbeat. Jens would have agreed to any proposed time. It wouldn’t have mattered as long as he got the chance to talk to Lucas. He had an idea what he wanted to say after last night’s conversation with Lies. He knew that it wouldn’t be perfect or maybe even work in his favour, but it would be a start.

„I’ll see you tomorrow then.“ Lucas said.

„Tomorrow.“

They sat in silence for a moment. Usually Jens would have told him that he loved him. But it didn’t feel right, even when the feelings were clearly there. It felt too much to voice it. They hadn’t broken up yet, but it wasn’t as if they were in a relationship still either. So he simply waited. 

And then there was a clicking sound and the call was ended.

__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

#week 13 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #final week #picking up the pieces

[ceciliavonwrites]

Clownmom and Sonboy

"Sweetie?" Harley Quinn lifted one of her ratty couch's throw pillows. It was too small to hide anyone under, but she had to be sure. She'd only gotten home a few minutes ago. "Where are you?"

She got down on her knees to check under the couch. She was pretty sure that he hadn't gone out; the front door was still locked when she got home.

That, and she knew by now how he functioned. Shadow had a lot of trouble expressing emotion. He internalized things. Multiple times he had chosen to hide and nurse his own pain alone (sometimes literally, with his headaches) rather than let her know that he was struggling.

In theory, with time and with patience, he would emerge on his own. Harley, very worried and tearing apart her living room, was not currently capable of patience.

Now she marched into her bedroom, leaving the living room behind her in more disarray than it had started with. Her room was equally messy, even though half of her things were still in boxes. "Darn it, where is he?" She said to no one in particular. "He'd been doing so well lately, too..."

She heard a noise. Harley stopped, managing not to make any sound for a moment. She glanced around the room, trying to figure out where it came from.

There it was again. A soft shuffling, from under the middle of her bed.

She dropped to the floor, so low that her cheek squished against the carpet.

There he was. A little black and red ball between some of her boxes of stuff, curled up so tight she couldn't see anything but the big red stripe on his head and his ears. He was so small and his little ears were drooping and sad.... She wanted to dive in, drag him out, and hug the shit out of him.

Okay, probably shouldn't do that. She took a deep breath. Stay calm, Harleen. Don't come on too strong. Use that big smart talky psychiatrist brain you have.

"Sweetie?" She said gently. "I can see you. What's wrong?"

He didn't move. Harley waited, as hard as that was.

Then slowly the stripe moved backwards, and Shadow's eyes came into view. The whites of his eyes glowed just slightly, making them very visible in the darkness underneath. In her opinion, he was trying too hard to keep whatever he was feeling from showing on his face.

"Nothing," he said quietly.

"Nothin'? Well...okay." Arguing just made him defensive. "Come on out from under the bed, though? It's almost dinner time. Help me make mac n' cheese."

Shadow glanced down, thinking. He did like macaroni and cheese. "Hm." He uncurled some more, pushing out his limbs and jostling the boxes next to him; it was an awkward motion in such a small space. "Alright."

Harley lifted her head off the floor and scooched back to give him room. It took Shadow some ungraceful army-crawling and squirming to get his head to pop out from under the bed. She offered him a hand to stand up and he ignored it, getting up on his own.

"I'll get the pot and the water," Harley said, "if you set the table."

Shadow nodded, and trailed after her into the kitchen.

So Harley got the mac n cheese box and the pot and the water in the pot. Shadow helped, obeying whenever she asked for something without any enthusiasm. Not that he was normally enthusiastic about chores, but the lack thereof was usually active, scowling, you-can't-make-me rebellion.

Shadow trudged across the kitchen to her side. He handed her a requested big spoon without so much as looking up.

"Thanks, sweetie." With the un-spooned hand, Harley ruffled the bristly fur on his head.

He let her do it in silence.

She lifted her hand and uneasily returned to the stove. He usually hates that.

Oh, she really REALLY wanted to just smother him in cuddles and make him stop being so gloomy and quiet, but that wouldn't actually help. She would know, she's tried. Gotta be patient. He has to initiate the conversation.

She sprinkled some salt into the water to make it boil faster. "So. It's gonna take a bit for the water to boil." Just a little. A pinch. A teaspoon. Half the shaker.

Shadow hadn't moved away, and didn't now. His quills brushed against her leg. "I can't see it from down here," he said.

"Well...no?" What did that mean? Did he want to be picked up? She LOVED holding him. He, less so. "You want up?"

Shadow, staring at the floor, bobbed his head in a tiny nod. Her psychiatrist brain and her holding-cute-things brain, for once, were in perfect agreement. He's seeking comfort. It's good that he feels secure enough to do that.

Harley knelt, and scooped him up, supporting him under his legs with one arm, like she would a baby. Shadow cooperated, leaning against her with his head over one of her shoulders.

She stood up, bouncing him once to adjust him. He still couldn't see the pot, but she suspected that wasn't really the point.

Okay. She's gotten him here. Harley decided to chance it. "How're you doin'?"

It was a moment before Shadow tried to answer. "I'm..." He paused. "I don't know."

She pat him on the back. "That's okay." It was a step. Getting away from complete denial of his negative feelings, which was good.

Still, it means more waiting. That wasn't too out of the ordinary for him.

She passed the time walking around the kitchen and straightening up some of the ever-present mess on the counter, occasionally adjusting Shadow on her arm. It wasn't too long; the water boiled shockingly fast for a crappy apartment stove (the small mound of salt at the bottom of the pot might've helped).

Harley hummed while stirring the boiling noodles. It wasn't any tune in particular. She just didn't like the quiet.

Shadow took a breath. "Doctor...I remembered more about that girl." He said quietly. "Maria."

Oh. That kid he saw get shot. She held him a little tighter. "Yeah?"

"She was... We were friends." He paused. "Last night I received a memory of her and I reading together. This morning I saw us playing hide and seek."

Harley thought about this for a moment. He hadn't had any idea who she was, just that her name was Maria and she had been shot. Unfortunate, and probably disturbing (Harley herself was blasé about violence at this point), but nothing personal. Now that was changing.

"How does that make you feel?" she asked.

"It hurts. She felt...important." He sounded like he was having trouble talking. "They were...happy memories. I should be happy. I don't...know why I..."

He trailed off, and didn't finish the sentence.

Harley set down the stirring spoon on the counter, and pat him on his prickly back. "I think you're sad because now you know she was your friend." She said. "Like, you're discovering that you and her both had some good times together. But you're also aware that she died sometime after that. So it's like now you know that you've lost something, you know?"

Shadow's voice broke. "Oh."

He buried his face into her shoulder. Harley abandoned the spoon and wrapped her arms around him.

The only sounds in the kitchen were the bubbling of the boiling water, and Shadow's quiet, muffled attempts not to cry.

Harley teared up. Broke her heart, every time. "It's okay, hun," she said, gently rocking him back and forth. "Cryin' helps. Honest it does." She turned in place; if she couldn't do anything else she at least wanted to be moving. "Balances your brain chemistry and stuff. It's healthy."

He made a noise into her shoulder. "Mnh..."

Harley stopped turning in place, her back to the stove. "I know, it's not fun. I know. I'm sorry. But I'm proud of you!" Harley snuggled him. "You're doing it. Meeting your memories and your feelings head-on. Doing the not-fun thing."

She could hear and feel him breathe in, the lungs in his little body pushing out against her embrace.

"...I miss her." His voice was almost steady. He paused before speaking again. "It shouldn't hurt this much."

It's working! He's talking! Harley contained her excitement, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I should be stronger."

"Strong?" Harley played dumb for a moment. "You can lift a bus over your head. You're plenty strong."

"Not...that."

She waited for him to elaborate. It took a few minutes for him to speak again.

"I hate that new memories can...do this to me." He said slowly. "Knock me down."

"Yeah?"

"I am the ultimate lifeform." He spoke ruefully. "And I end up hurt by something as intangible as my own memories."

Oof, the implications there. If that was a big part of his thinking... "Well, heck, anybody would be rattled by a vision of somebody dyin' popping into their heads. An' if they aren't," she added, "all they are is wayyy too used to seein' people die. That's not a strength, that just means they're fucked up. They're prolly the ones causing all that death in the first place."

She had drifted to an unpleasant subject. Harley hurriedly corrected herself. "Er, but, that ain't the point, that ain't the point. You're not like that. Make sense?"

"You are trying to say that I am not..." Shadow paused, and tentatively shaped his mouth around the unfamiliar phrase. "'Fucked up'."

"Yeah!" His formal little voice saying swears would be funny if they weren't having a serious feelings discussion right now. Actually, no, it was still funny. "Could be a lot worse. You're capable of feeling! That's more than a lotta crooks in this city can claim."

"Hm."

"And, you know, I cry all the time," Harley said matter-of-factly. "Just 'cause stuff happens and I'm emotional. Maybe I do cry more than other people. I don't really care! It helps me be peppy the rest of the time. It ain't me being weak, it's just...you know, feeling."

She softened her voice. "You're doing great, honey."

He was still and quiet for a moment. His breathing wasn't hitching anymore.

Then Shadow leaned back, pulling himself away from her shoulder. Harley adjusted her arms to keep holding him up, smiling at him. He looked tired, but calm, his eyes dry.

"...Thank you."

"No problem, sweetie." Aw, she'd probably have to stop holding him now. "Eh...do ya want down?"

He glanced aside, thinking.

Then he nestled back into her, re-resting his head on her shoulder. "In a moment."

Harley could have cried again, she was so fucking happy. Her baby trusted her enough to talk to her! And to hold him! She was bouncing. She loved him so much!!

Shadow choked. "Y-You're crushing me...!"

"Sorry!" She hastily loosened her grip. "Sorry, sorry...are you okay?"

"Y...Yes."

He caught his breath.

"Doctor?"

Shadow sounded like himself again. Phew. Harley felt a lot better. Everything was okay now. "Yeah, hun?"

"The noodles are drying out."

"What?" Shit, that's right, she had been making mac n cheese! "OH, FUCK!"

#batman villain moms au #canon #shadow #harley quinn

[mammon-sama]

Let’s Film An Adult Video! (Fanfiction)

Aha, here is another story from me.  This is super dumb and lighthearted an features a lot of Simeon, which is yay, I think.  Anyway, again, this is a silly, cringy thing that I was bored and wrote.  Also, it is on AO3.  Sorry for posting so much, I promise I’ll tone it down soon if that bothers anyone! >.<

Title:

Let’s Film An Adult Video!

Summary:

When Simeon believes he's asked by Asmo to film an adult video, MC decides to help him, only to find out that sex is not the only thing on the Avatar of Lust's mind.

Genre:

Slice of Life/Humor

Rating:

T

Word Count:

2012

Additional Note:

All the dialogue between the MC and Simeon that are in italics means that it’s not verbally expressed, but is rather mouthed between you.  And yes, you can understand each other because you’ve magically developed the talent of impeccable lip-reading.

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You yawn slightly as you exit your Introduction to the History of Demonology 1001 classroom and shift the straps of your backpack.  You groan at the weight of all the homework your obnoxious teacher assigned to you for the day. 

Your eyes feeling heavy—you had stayed up with Levi all night yesterday playing one of his newly-released games—you stumble forward, nearly tripping on the velvet hallway runner that lines R.A.D’s tiled corridor.

You manage to regain your footing, but again, your ungraceful stroll is impeded by something else—that something being a tall, brown-skinned angel, who leans against the wall with furrowed brows.

You brighten instantly.  “Hey, Simeon.” You notice the frown on his face.  “Is something wrong?”

Simeon shakes his head.  “I have to admit, yes, but it’s nothing for you to worry about, MC.”

You cock your head.  “Are you sure? I’d like to help.”

“Well,” Simeon replies, smiling at your earnestness.  “I don’t know if you can help.  In fact, I’m the one who got myself into this mess, so I suppose I’m the only one who can get myself out.”

You have to wonder what kind of conundrum a pious creature like Simeon could have gotten himself into, so you say, “Just tell me what happened; maybe I can offer some insight.”

He nods.  “Okay, then.  I guess there’s no harm in telling you.”  He sits down, leaning his back against a row of lockers, and motions for you to do the same.  “Ah, see. You know, up in the Celestial Realm, we don’t use D.D.Ds. We have our own type of communication devices, sure, but we’ve never really had the need to use anything as complicated as what’s used in the Devildom.”

“Yeah, I remember Solomon telling me that you and Luke were super intrigued when Diavolo gave you guys your D.D.Ds,” you reminisce, as you pull out your own device.

“Yes, they’re really quite complex.  We had trouble getting used to them at first.”  Simeon laughs cheerfully. “I especially am fond of sending stickers and such, although I have trouble typing actual messages, though.”  He pauses. “Anyway, I wanted to get better at navigating my D.D.D, so I enlisted the help of Levi earlier this week since he’s so good with technology.”

You stop him there.  “Impossible—Levi’s favorite game just got a new installment on Sunday, so he’s been playing it all week.  He’s been at it pretty much 24/7. Actually, I helped him yesterday.”

“Yes, the fact that Levi is busy this week made it so that despite our arrangement, I couldn’t rely on him.”  The angel shook his head sadly. “However, Levi did recommend that I talk to Asmodeus if I wanted help with my D.D.D considering Asmo spends a lot of time on it browsing and posting on Devilgram and DevilTube.”

You nod.  “Makes sense.”

Simeon goes on, “The thing is, Asmodeus said that if he taught me the ins-and-outs of my D.D.D, he wanted something in return; I said that that was alright.”  He looks down, and you can’t help but notice the slight blush on his face as he continues, “Today he let me know what he wants me to do.” He takes a deep breath.  “He wants me to film a video in his bedroom … a video featuring him and his … lady friends .  He said he’d do it himself, but he’d be pretty … occupied during the video.  He also said he’d have a script and everything.”

“What?”   You can feel your eyes bulge out of your head, making the connection between the Avatar of Lust and … scripted bedroom videos.  “He wants you to film a porno with him starring in it?!”

Simeon nods furiously.  “You realize it too, don’t you, MC?  I’m sure that’s what he wants, right?”

“Right.  He really must be a demon if he wants an angel to film him having sex …”  You sigh. “Maybe tell him you don’t want to do it?”

He shakes his head.   “No, I can’t do that—I can’t break a promise I made to him.”  He sighs. “I’m just going to have to buckle down and do what he asks.”

You feel as if you should’ve known that as an angel, he wouldn’t go back on his word.  You decide to alleviate him, considering he looked miserable. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, MC!” Simeon gasps.  “You’re not the one who promised this to Asmo!”

“I’m doing it,” you affirm.  “I told you I’d try to help, so I’m gonna.  With me there, we can take turns controlling the video camera, so you don’t have to see as much … stuff.”

The angel seemed to sense that there was no way that you were budging from your stance, so he groans.  “I guess there’s no stopping you, then. Let’s go to Asmo’s room and film an adult video!”

“Huh,” you comment, peering through the threshold to Asmodeus’ open bedroom.  “He’s not here.”

“Yes, he said we could come in beforehand to get all the equipment set up before he brings in his female … companions.”  Simeon blushes at the last two words. “Although, I’m not sure we’re going to need all that much recording stuff.” He pulls out his D.D.D.  “I mean, Asmo showed me how to work the video camera on this so I think we can use that to film.”

You nod.  “That sounds fine.  The video quality might not be that great, but since we don’t have anything else, I guess we can just use that.”

Before you can see anything else, you notice that Simeon has begun to wander through Asmodeus’ room.  He turns to you, clutching a small, pink, egg-shaped object. His eyes widen in suspicion. “What do you think this is, MC?  Some kind of weird sex toy?  Do you think they’ll use it in the video?  Because if so, I’d like to film that part, to see what hole it goes up in.”

It’s your turn to blush.  “I—I believe that’s called a BeautyBlender, Simeon.  It’s a sponge for makeup.”

“Ah, I see.”  He places it back on Asmo’s vanity and notices that a pale powder has rubbed off the beauty sponge and onto his fingers.  He looks curiously at you.

“Foundation,” you explain. “You can wipe it off.”

He nods and reaches toward what looks like a slick metal hand sanitizer dispenser placed on the vanity.  But, before he can press the actuator down, Asmodeus prances into his room.

“Hello, everyone!” Asmo sings.  “Oh, lovely! MC, you’re here, too!  I’ll do you after I’m done with these two.” 

He gestures at the two female demons that had followed him into the room; both are surprisingly, unconventionally beautiful, with strikingly attractive features that didn’t seem to follow any beauty standards.  He saunters toward his bed, pausing when he notices Simeon’s hand poised on the ‘hand sanitizer dispenser.’ “Ooooh, are we interrupting something?” He glances at you and then Simeon, grinning. ��If we were, don’t mind us, and do go on!  I’ll join in if I notice a lull!”

You cock your head.  “… What?”

Asmodeus shrugged.  “Well, I can only assume what was about to go on, considering Simeon’s hand is poised on my lube dispenser.”

Simeon whips his hand away from the metal canister, his face bright red.  “I—I thought it was hand sanitizer!”

“No, no, that’s lube—good quality stuff, too!”  Asmo beckons toward the two other demons, and they walk further into the room.  “Lailah, Feota, come, sit on the bed, darlings.”

As the two girls quietly make their way to the bed, Simeon mouths to you from across the room (you magically have insanely good lip-reading skills and can understand him perfectly), “Holy Father, MC, he has two ‘lady friends!’  We’re gonna be filming a threesome!   How scandalous!” 

You nod furiously and point to Asmodeus, who had sauntered over to his closet and is now returning with a massive pink box that is covered with glitter.  He plops it down on his bed next to Lailah and Feota.

“I got my bag of tricks!” Asmo explains, pointing to the box. He taps his fingers gleefully.  “This is going to be so much fun!”

“Bag of tricks?” you mouth to Simeon.  You have a sneaking suspicion that in regards to the genre of this video, that could only mean one thing.

He turns to the both of you, saying, “I just need to grab a few more things for the video, so if you guys could just hold off on the filming for a few minutes, that would be fabulous.” You and Simeon watch as Asmodeus turns toward his vanity, opens the drawer, and pulls out a curling iron, which confuses you because … where did a curling iron fit into sex?

“Vibrator!” Simeon mouths, gesturing toward it, his eyebrows raising.

“Curling iron!” you mouth back to him.

Asmo yanks out an eyelash curler and puts it on the vanity.

“Nipple clamps!”

“Eyelash curler!”

Next, the fifthborn demon pulls out an assortment of pointy makeup brushes.  As you notice the number of beauty supplies accumulating on his vanity, you begin to reconsider the exact nature of the video you and Simeon are to film …

“Butt plugs!”

“Literally brushes, Simeon!”  You begin to wonder exactly how dirty the angel’s mind is.

Suddenly, Asmodeus produces a pair of fluffy red handcuffs from his drawer, before cheerfully blushing and shoving them back inside.  “Whoopsie! Heehee, those aren’t for right now!” He walks back over to his bed, grabs the pink box, and sets it onto the vanity.  

He turns toward you.  “MC, be a doll and pull that ball chair up over here toward my vanity.  I only have one seat here and both Lailah and Feota should be in front of the mirror.”

“So whoever’s not participating in the sexy times at the moment can watch!” Simeon, his eyes bugging out of his head, mouths to you, again.  

You facepalm in exasperation and not even bothering to respond to his previous statement, you mouth, “I’m not sure we’re filming porn, Simeon.”

The angel looks at you in shock.  “How can you be so sure?”

Just then, Asmo opens his ‘box of tricks,’ hauling out dozens of tubes of liquid lipstick and eyeliner, at least ninety-three different eyeshadow palettes, and several different small cases of foundation in every skin tone, as well as various other products.

You raise an eyebrow at Simeon.  “Because everything he’s gotten ready so far is a bunch of makeup products.”

“Maybe he wants to look good for the shoot!” Simeon counters.

You shake your head.  “I don’t think so.”

Finally noticing your and Simeon’s silent exchange, Asmodeus turns to you and nods.  “Ohh, I bet you guys are wondering about the script.” Before you can correct him on the fact that that is not what you two were pondering, Asmo pulls out a sheet of paper from his vanity drawer and hands it to you. “The script is just something I wrote so that you guys know which angles to film me and the girls from so that we look our best and the audience gets the most out of the video since you guys are just amateur videographers.”

Simeon meanders to your side and reads aloud from the sheet.  “‘For the most part, focus on either Lailah or Feota’s face—whoever’s makeup I’m doing at the moment.  Normally I’d tell you to put the camera mostly on me, since really, why look at anything else?—but because this is a makeup tutorial and these two are my models, I guess it’s smarter to focus on them.’”  Simeon raises an eyebrow and looks at Asmodeus.  “ … Wait, so we’re really just making a makeup tutorial video?”

The Avatar of Lust nods enthusiastically.  “Yes! For my wildly popular DevilTube channel!” He pauses.  “What else would we be filming?”

You and Simeon exchange a look and sigh.

THE END

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me shall we date simeon #obey me second person #obey me shall we date second person #mc pov #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me shall we date asmo #obey me shall we date asmodeus #fanfiction #fanfic #adverbslut_writes