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burningupp · 1 year

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how about skz reaction or headcanon about you being pregnant

oooh okay, I do love when men are whipped for their pregnant partners i find it so cute :((

I'm gonna write this as a shorter headcanon paired with a tiny bit of dialogue for each, I hope that's okay <3

pairing: afab!reader x skz (no pronouns - if i used any, lmk <3)

warnings: really fluffy, mentions of pregnancy (duh), mentions of body insecurity, mentions of anxiety about becoming a parent (jisung), mentions of food, joke about the word daddy (minho), lmk if there's anything else!

Chan

I feel like he would be so extremely happy and proud all the time when you're pregnant. he'd just be like "we made that!! look at my partner, they're carrying our BABY!!" and lowkey everyone would be tired of him talking about you and showing pictures of ultrasounds, you and your belly bc mans shows everyone he talks to for more than 15 seconds. Real proud boi. also, 100% goes to birthing classes with you simply because he's more nervous for the birth than you are :((

"Y/n, have I ever told you how proud I am that you're carrying our baby?" he asks one night. You're half-laying on the couch, because honestly, that's one of the only comfortable positions you have left as your body grows.

You smile over at him, lightly rolling your eyes. He tells you every single day, but you can't say you don't appreciate it - kind of makes some of the pains and aches worth it. Well, more than having a baby already did.

"Yes, my love," you hum. At your answer, he cheeses harder than ever, his heart and chest so full at spending time with you and seeing the way your body changes to accommodate for the little one. He doesn't think he will ever be happier, except for the day that he finally gets to meet your little one.

Minho

okay but this one would definitely be nagging you every single day to take your vitamins and eat enough to feed both you and the baby. he would be cooking every single day, just to make sure himself that the food is safe for you to eat :(( I genuinely think that while he may be a tsundere at times, this would really bring out his affectionate and responsible side in a whole new way. he would definitely whine every time you ask him to do something for you, but then turn around and do it with a smile after like 2 seconds. Whipped.

"Baby, did you take your vitamins today?" the love of your life asks over his shoulder while cooking lunch for the both of you.

"Yes, dad," you sigh dramatically, but you can't help the smile spreading across your features anyway. Instead of bothering him, though, it fills him with indescribable joy. He's going to be a dad, and soon. He can't wait.

"Yah, you eating the vitamins means that the little one will get them, and I'm their dad, so," he says back, squinting at you while he stirs the contents of the pan to make sure it doesn't stick.

He also wants you to have the vitamins, but you don't need to know that. It would ruin his image if you did, obviously. Although he thinks that if he thinks of the concept of being a dad again, he will explode.

"Mhm, well you could do with asking me less than five times before noon, daddy."

His heart damn near bursts, and he can no longer help but grin hugely at you and abandon the food on the stove in favor of kissing your forehead gingerly.

Changbin

the biggest hype man ever. tells you you're beautiful every time he sees you and 100% means it. tries really hard to do research on ways he can help you, and asks his mom and dad questions all the time. buys baby clothes from the moment you tell him that you're pregnant, and buys matching clothes for all of you. hears that swimming can help with the back pain, so he starts taking you swimming every single week - and compliments your swim suit every single time bc it accentuates his favorite belly.

"Wow," you hear your partner breathe as you walk into the living room in your new maternity pants. "I really am the luckiest man alive."

You know he means it, but it doesn't stop you from blushing and looking away. Changbin isn't having it.

"Hey," he says, coming over to wrap his arms around you gently and press a tender kiss to your forehead. "I'm serious. You've never been more beautiful to me. You're incredible."

Your knees grow weak, because honestly, what are you supposed to do with that? You just cheese at him and kiss his cheek in return. "Thank you, baby."

"I mean it," he murmurs, his hand coming up between you to touch your stomach softly. His eyes are so filled with love you almost start crying. "I can't wait to see you be a mom."

"I can't wait to see you be a dad," you grin, and his eyes widen for a second.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he says incredulously, the biggest smile on his face. His eyes glitter with excitement, and you think you've never been more in love with him.

Hyunjin

he's kinda scared, ngl. not to be a dad, that he's super excited for, but for you to give birth. he knows you're strong, but he doesn't know if he can handle seeing you in pain </3 definitely anxious all the time. you want to shower? not without him, you don't. wanna cook? don't you dare. reaching for something on a shelf? absolutely not. you're so annoyed but endeared bc he's so doting and cute :')

You know that Hyunjin doesn't like it when you change the sheets in the state you're in, but you couldn't help yourself. You changed them while he was at practice, and now he's huffing and scowling like you did something to offend him.

"Babe, I'm sorry," you plead, and due to the hormones, you feel tears build up before falling without your permission. At the sound of your sniffle, your partner immediately shoots up from the couch to come check on you.

"Hey, no, it's okay! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be treating you like this," he says sadly. You shake your head though.

"I know you just want to take care of me. It's okay. It's just the hormones," you pout. Hyunjin laughs.

"Okay. In the future, just wait for me, okay? I don't care if I'm tired; you're carrying a freaking baby, in comparison I'm better than ever, even after practice."

You nod, smiling at him and holding your tummy. He's going to make a fantastic dad.

Jisung

a Babie. kinda scared, and this time bc he doesn't know if he's gonna be a good dad. he's still super excited, though! cannot believe the way your body is changing, and keeps touching your belly in awe. also super impressed by how you're handling it all and your knowledge of babies. literally perplexed as to where you learned it all. just like hyunjin, he's super protective. he doesn't know much about pregnancies, they kinda freak him out ngl, but he knows you shouldn't be overexerting yourself. always asks for advice and reassurance, even though you know he's gonna be a fantastic dad. you're just lowkey worried it's gonna leave you with two babies instead of one lmao

"Hey babe?"

It's 3am, but it's not like you could get comfortable enough to sleep anyway. Not being allowed to lay on your back is literally the worst. As soon as you even accidentally try, Jisung yells at you - lovingly, of course.

You give a hum and wait for him to continue.

"What if it doesn't like me?"

You almost laugh, but the genuine fear in his voice makes you pause. It breaks your heart that he's scared, but you understand him - becoming a parent is scary.

"First of all, call my baby an 'it' one more time and I'll punch you," you say softly, and it makes him snort. Success. "Second of all, there's no way they won't like you. Have you met you? You're amazing with kids. You'll be just fine."

"Thanks, love," he mutters, turning around in bed to look at you in the dark. An arm slides around your waist gently, his hand predictably landing on your tummy. "It can't be that bad - I mean, I have you. Super-mom," he says with the biggest grin you've ever seen. You snort.

Felix

hyper, learning everything he can from whoever he can. bothers any staff members with families, asking about their kids and how to parent. literally won't stop touching you for even a second, cheesing 24/7 like a total dork bc he can't believe that the love of his life is gonna give him a baby :(( keeps an eye on you, but isn't overwhelmingly worried - he knows you're fine to do most things despite your huge belly. he mostly lets you judge what you can and can't do, and thanks you every time you tell him something is difficult for you bc he's adorable like that <3

You're cooking dinner in the kitchen, but to no one's surprise, you're not alone. Felix hasn't left your side since he got home and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple with a huge smile that would put the actual sun to shame.

You're feeling a bit crabby; your back hasn't stopped hurting for the past week. Your bump is becoming a lot more prominent, and boy, are you feeling it. You stir the sauce again, and step away from the stove. Your hands are on your back before you can help it, and you're hissing out a breath through your teeth. Of course, Felix notices.

"You alright, darling?" he asks gently. He's by your side in less than a second, hand on the small of your back to give you some support; it may not be much, but he's trying his best.

"I'm okay," you breathe after a second, smiling at the father of your baby. "My back's still feeling rough, that's all."

"I'm sorry, baby," he pouts, rubbing your back where his hand is resting. "If you want, I can finish this up?"

You consider it for a moment, but ultimately decide that you want to finish. You shake your head, and while you know he's dying to give you a moment to rest, he just nods and kisses your forehead. He doesn't leave your side until you're safely sitting in your chair at the dining table, just in case, but he doesn't try to take over. You have a big dumb grin on your face for the rest of the night.

Seungmin

he's not very outwardly expressive with other people, but it's always been different with you. it's not very overwhelming tho, he just doesn't always know how to express what he's feeling. that changes when you get pregnant, bc suddenly he can't help but constantly tell you how amazing you are. it's insane to him to see your body modify itself to fit your little one, and the thought of a mini you makes him absolutely die on the inside. definitely does as much as he can to make life easier for you, but in the subtlest of ways <3

"Seungmin?" you ask out loud as you pad down the hall to the spare bedroom - soon to become the nursery for your first child together. You smile at the sight of him carefully placing the throw pillows you just bought together on the small loveseat in the room.

"Oh, hey," he says, moving towards you when he sees you. He puts a piece of your hair behind your ear and smiles at you. "Did you see the sandwich I placed on the kitchen counter?"

Your heart is bursting with love (and hormones), so you can't help but well up a little bit. You duck your head to hide the unshed tears, removing any lingering evidence lest the man teases you to infinity.

"Baby," he grins in a teasing tone, eyes twinkling mischievously, "did I make you cry?"

The question is accompanied by a pretentious and over exaggerated pout, so you snort and smack him on the arm. He just giggles and goes to bring you to his chest gently, carefully maneuvering around your belly.

"I'm sorry, baby," he laughs.

"No you're not, you liar," you tease back, and when he laughs even more, you somehow don't mind anymore.

"No, I'm not. Now, let's go get you that sandwich, yeah? Or are you gonna waste all my hard work?"

Jeongin

kinda scared, but somehow calmer than jisung. just like felix, he asks literally anyone he can think of for parenting advice. people get sick of him real quick lmao. really adamant that he do literally everything in the house, since you're "hard at work cooking up a life". gets a tiny copy of every single ultrasound and puts it in his wallet. buys stupid books like "astrophysics for babies" and thinks they will genuinely work </3

"Y/n, come look at this!"

You turn around in the aisle of the grocery store, going back around the corner of the shelf to stare at Jeongin. He's holding up a tiny onesie with a matching hat. You quickly realize it matches his sweater and hat pretty well, and you can't help but giggle at him.

"Baby," you start, but he's not listening.

"Now we just need to get you one, too, and we can all match! Actually, we should just throw everything out and-"

"Jeongin. Sweetheart. Love of my life. You-"

"You forgot father to your baby," he grumbles, which makes you laugh even harder.

"Yes, my sweetheart, the love of my life, and the father of my baby," you correct, and when he looks satisfied, you continue. "I'm only like, 3 months along - we don't need to buy clothing yet."

"But-"

"We also in fact did not need the bottle warmer, the book for teaching our child Chinese, or even the very expensive walker you bought." When he pouts again, you soften a little. "Look. One outfit, okay? But no more until I'm at least 6 months along, yes?"

He's not listening, but you don't care much when he presses an almost bruising kiss to your cheek in glee. You're definitely going to be losing a lot of arguments for the coming 20 years or so.

a/n: that's it! i hope you enjoyed it <3 i'm sorry it took me a while, as i alluded to before, i have some pretty difficult uni courses rn but i am doing my best!

if you like my work, please let me know through a comment or a reblog! it gives me motivation to keep writing <3

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montammil · 2 years

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whumpee begging to be hurt trope

CW: Intimate Caretaker, mentioned self-harm (by scratching), begging to be hurt

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It’s been weeks since Whumpee came back, and slowly they were starting to recover. Caretaker has never been so proud, so happy that Whumpee is making progress and starting to be themself again.

Until one day, when Caretaker hears a loud crash. Instinctually, they hurry to the source of the noise and skid to a halt when they see Whumpee, a broken vase below them.

“Whumpee, are you okay?” They slowly walk toward them, kneeling in front of them to look for any cuts, but sigh in relief when they find none. “C’mon, sweetie, let’s--”

“No! It’s okay, I-- I got it!” Whumpee starts picking up the shards of glass with shaking hands.

“Whoa, Whumpee!” They grab their hands and check for any further injuries, gasping quietly when they see a small gash in the palm of their left hand. They look up at Whumpee when they start trembling harder, to realize Whumpee looks positively terrified.

Not at the cut. At Caretaker.

“Please, I’m-- I’m so sorry,” Whumpee stammers in a sob. “It was an accident!”

“Shh, hey, I know, I know it was. You don’t need to be sorry for anything, please don’t feel sorry. I’m just worried, I’ve told you that.”

“Please, just hurt me. Please.”

Caretaker isn’t surprised from the gut wrenching plead. They’ve heard Whumpee beg to be hurt before, like the time Whumpee spilled a cup of water all over the floor, or the time they accidentally hurt Caretaker when they got too close.

This time is different, because never has Caretaker seen Whumpee so sad, so sleep-deprived, so miserable.

“No, Whumpee. I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”

“Why? Why won’t you just forgive me?!”

Never has Whumpee yelled at them. Behind that pained expression, they see anger. Genuine anger, for the first time ever since they got them back.

“What are you talking about? Honey, there’s nothing to forgive you over. You did nothing wrong. I can replace the vase if that’s what you’re worried about, but I promise--”

“No, you don’t get it! If you don’t hurt me, I’m not forgiven! Every mistake I make will never be forgiven because you won’t hurt me!”

Realization along with heartbreak spreads across Caretaker’s face. They thought Whumpee was just begging to be hurt because that’s what they were used to, but they never really considered this. That must also be why Whumpee is always violently scratching themself when they do something they think is wrong.

“Oh, Whumpee.” They inhale sharply and pull them into their arms, circling them around them securely. “You don’t need to be forgiven by being hurt. That isn’t just awful, but what’ll that do in the long-term? It won’t make you learn from your actions, it’ll just make you scared.”

Even if it did have benefits, Caretaker would never lay a hand in anger on Whumpee. They love them to no ends, but they just wish they’d get that through their head already.

“Then how do I learn?”

Caretaker is sure it’s a rhetorical question, but they answer, anyway. “We talk it out; but believe me, Whumpee, you haven’t done anything wrong since you got here. This was just a mistake. Everyone makes them.”

They sniffle, so Caretaker wipes their tears away with their thumb. They smile at how Whumpee leans into the touch, closing their eyes.

“Let’s go clean that cut and bandage it. Does that sound okay to you?”

Whumpee’s eyes open again. “What about the vase?”

“I’ll get a new one after cleaning it up. Do you know how many times I broke that vase, too?”

“Really?”

“Mmhm. At least four different times.” That’s not true, maybe two at most, but they know that’ll make Whumpee feel a little less guilty. They wish they could take that guilt away completely. They wish they could take all of Whumpee’s pain away, even if that meant bearing it for them.

Thankfully, Whumpee gives a grin. It may be tiny, but it still warms Caretaker’s heart more than words can describe.

#whump #caretaker whump #intimate caretaker #whump comfort #whumpee #recovery whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump writing #whump idea #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #hurt/comfort #whump snippet

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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A Chat

Spoilers for V9 Ep6

With an exhausting day of revelations behind them, team RWBY spent the night in the hut of Jaune’s peaceful little village. Ruby sat at the table, Weiss found a nice spot on the floor with a humble bed spread, and the two new lovebirds found themselves sitting by the fire. Weiss genuinely was happy for Blake and Yang, if the foreseeable future was going to be this 24/7 then she might have to start finding ways to tune them out. She wasn’t even jealous! Just…okay, perhaps a little jealous, lonely more than anything.

Weiss:Are you going to sleep anytime soon? It’s getting late and that fire is bright.

Yang:Huh? Oh, hehe, our bad. I guess even here you need your beauty sleep.

Weiss:It’s just sleep at this point. Unlike everyone else here, I fell through a pit today.

Blake:Come to think of it…Yang we could’ve fallen today on that bridge.

Yang:I don’t know what you mean. I fell for you hard today.

Blake:*giggles*

Weiss:…

Yang:Okay, okay. Lights out time. Blake and I were thinking about having a look around anyways. The stars look nice here.

Weiss:Are you really trying to convince me the two are you are going out to star gaze?

Ruby:What else is there to do here?

Blake:Exactly! Welp, let’s go Yang!

Yang:*red* Okay!

They put out the fire and ran off before Weiss could poke more holes in the blatant lie. Not that she wanted to hear the truth. She turned her head to see Ruby putting Little in her hood and also walking towards the door.

Weiss:And where are you off to?

Ruby:I’m tired but..not really sleepy. If that makes any sense. I might as well take a walk and enjoy the sky myself; clear my head a bit. Night Weiss.

Weiss:Night…

And just like that, Weiss was alone in the dark while being in another world. She hadn’t realized how lucky she was to find Blake and her friends soon after falling. A night here all by herself sounded awful, and yet Jaune had to endure that very thing for so long. How he managed was beyond her. Though Weiss asked for the fire to be extinguished for the sake of sleep, she wasn’t as ready for bed as she led on. Now she was left alone with her thoughts, which unfortunately immediately thought of Jaune the moment she pondered being here alone. It didn’t stop there however. Weiss turned her head to the closed door he slept behind.

Weiss:(I shouldn’t knock, I shouldn’t knock, I shouldn’t knock, I shouldn’t knock, I shouldn’t-)

Her hand was already on the doorknob and she gave the gentlest of knocks with her left hand. Maybe her team had rubbed off on her a little too much, because this is when a normal person would go back to minding their own business. Weiss slowly started opening the door to peek inside. If was already asleep then she’ll shut the door and leave.

As the door slowly cracked open enough, Weiss poked her head into the silently and had a mini heartache seeing Jaune sitting on the end of his bed looking right at her with just as much shock. Weiss’s face turned dark red. She was caught red handed.

Weiss:…

Jaune:….

Weiss:….*slowly closes door* (AAAAAAHHHHH!)

Jaune:Umm, did you something?

The door opens much faster this time. Just enough for Weiss to stand in the doorframe, stopping herself from fully intruding. Jaune had already taken off his armor and removed his shoes; even his ponytail was undone. Suddenly she felt a little anxious. Thank goodness he didn’t stand up to meet her.

Weiss:Uh, thought I should let you know everyone else has gone out for awhile to unwind.

Jaune:So I heard.

Weiss:Oh, were we being too loud? Sorry abo-

Jaune:No. It’s uhh, it’s alright. Quiet can get really annoying in its own right. The liveliness is refreshing hehe.

Weiss:I can imagine. Sooo I’m not really that tired yet either. Mind if I come in and we…chat for awhile?

Jaune:Weiss…

Weiss:*red* What? There’s nothing wrong with that, if you want to; and… it kinda feels you want to, or am I imagining things? I mean wouldn’t a person on guard lock their door?

Jaune:Maybe doors don’t lock here?

Weiss:….

Jaune:I got better at fighting, not denying. Weiss, don’t you think..I don’t know, this is a little-

Weiss:Jaune, you know me. Things might be…different currently, but what hasn’t changed is that I am doing things of my own choice and that I can beat you up if I have to.

Jaune:I…can’t argue that. Is this a good idea though?

Weiss:We’re just chatting. I doubt Blake and Yang are coming back soon and Ruby is gonna value the peace. As for me…*sighs* I..I don’t want to be alone and I can tell you want to either. Not anymore. So…I’m gonna walk in now, we’ll catch up and…see how that goes. Okay?

Her voice was shaky near the end. Not out of fear or anxious, but vulnerability. The same vulnerability that she saw in his eyes as he took a breath. Weiss took a single step, giving time for rejection, but no words were said. She took another step, and then another, slowly entering Jaune’s room; before shutting the rest of the world out and locking it away for a single night.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby whiteknight #I swear they’re just talking. Having a good ol chat

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lolahasmoxie · 1 year

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Making Up for Lost Time - E.M.

So like 4 months ago, I wrote "Sleep Tight" which I can't believe has over 1300 notes. Anyway, I am finally writing something else with these two.

As background, Eddie and Reader have known each other since they were kids. The reader left Hawkins after graduating (Eddie's first try @ Senior Year) and moving to Chicago for college. They lose contact with each other for about 10 years until Reader returns to Hawkins. Eddie has a 4-year-old son Ronnie, and Eddie and Reader are about 28.

Tags are at the end from everyone who said they wanted a part 2.

WORD - 1.8k

FOLLOW UP TO SLEEP TIGHT

WARNINGS - smut and feels. Angst w/ a happy ending

Italics are flashbacks

You were waiting in your driveway, looking down the street anxiously for any sign of Eddie's white van.

"Peanut, we need to get going." your dad said with a sigh. Your mom was already in the passenger seat, the back of the station wagon filled with what you would be taking to Chicago. You were genuinely ready; your best friend was the only thing missing.

He had promised he would be here. He promised he would be here to send you off on your next adventure, yet the road in front of your house was silent, with no sign of Eddie's van.

"Just five more minutes, ok?" you asked, and your dad simply smiled as he shook his head. You continued standing there, arms crossed across your chest. With a defeated sigh, you turned towards your car when you heard it. The sound of a fast-coming vehicle approaching, and with a grin on your face, you watched as your best friend came to a screeching stop in front of your house.

"I'm here!" he shouted, nearly falling out of the driver's seat as he made his way towards you, not giving a single fuck about the volume of his voice and how it might irritate your neighbors at 7am.

"I knew you would make it," you said with a smile as you hugged him eagerly. Eddie looked past your shoulder and waved at your parents.

"Good to see you, son." your Dad chuckled. "Was afraid you were gonna be a no-show."

"No way," Eddie said with a grin. "Couldn't let the college girl go without seeing her off proper." Your dad chuckled to himself before he climbed into the driver's seat. "So, you ready for Chicago?"

"The question is, is Chicago ready for me," you said with a tone of pure confidence that made Eddie's heart skip in his chest.

"You're gonna be fine; you'll slay 'em dead," he said with an assured voice. He paused when he saw a look of worry flash across your face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," you said, looking away for a moment before you spoke again. "It just, what if..."

"What is it?"

"What if I fail?" When you looked back at Eddie, you were met with his warm brown eyes, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Are you kidding me? You were the class salutatorian; you're gonna do great!" Eddie said with an assured voice.

"That was here; Hawkins is a tiny ass pond compared to Chicago. What if I fuck it all up?"

"Then you come back home, lick your wounds, and we'll get you back into the big bad world." Eddie sounded so sure, but he had always been your biggest cheerleader.

"Maybe I should stay," you said quietly. Eddie let out a sigh and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"You could," he started, his heart clenching at your hopeful face." But I know you, and you would hate yourself if you didn't go." You sighed, knowing every word he spoke was accurate.

"What will I do without you?" you asked, and Eddie hated the hitch in your voice.

"You're gonna be fine. And besides, if anyone gives you problems, just call me, and I'll roll in and kick some ass." You chuckled, your hand quickly moving to wipe a few tears that had fallen down your cheeks. Eddie didn't say anything; he simply pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. He rested his head on yours, inhaling deeply and trying hard to remain stoic.

"Y/N," you heard from the car. "We gotta get going if we want to make it by check-in!" You pulled back and looked up at Eddie. You slowly pulled away but stopped when you felt his hand in yours holding on. You turned towards your friend, the one who knew you better than anyone else. He looked like he wanted to speak, and you tilted your head at him.

"Eddie," you asked quietly. He sighed before he squeezed your hand.

"Just," he said before letting out a heavy sigh. "Call me when you get there. I want to know you got there safe." You nodded before turning back towards your car. You opened the door but paused before closing it and returning to Eddie. His heart beat wildly, bracing himself as you leaped into his arms.

"I'm gonna miss you," you said, and he squeezed you tighter. He placed you back on the ground and ran a hand over your hair before running a thumb over your cheeks.

"You're gonna see me in two weeks. Plus, you're amazing; you'll have new friends in no time."

"But they won't be you."

"Damn straight," he said with a cocky grin that made you chuckle. "You'd better get going; we both know your dad is a stickler for a schedule." You nodded before reaching up on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek.

"I'll call you when we get there." Eddie nodded as he watched you climb back into the car. He watched as your dad started the station wagon and smiled as you leaned out the window to wave goodbye to him. He stood there until your car had vanished down the road and was no longer in sight, on its way to take you to a new city and a new life without him.

He climbed back into his van and took his time driving back to Forest Hills. The ride was silent; he just didn't have it in him to turn on the radio. He parked the van and entered his trailer, standing in the center of the living room and only turning when he heard Wayne's pickup. He didn't move as his uncle entered their home.

"Hey boy, you back already from seeing your girl off?" his uncle asked with a hopeful grin. "Tell me everything; what did she say?" Wayne's grin fell when he noticed Eddie's shoulders slump.

"I couldn't do it."

"What?" Wayne asked in a quiet voice. He moved to stand before his nephew; he hadn't seen him look that heartbroken since the night the police had dropped Eddie in his care. "What do you mean you couldn't tell her?"

"She's going off to a new life; she doesn't need me holding her back."

"That's horseshit, and you know it, boy," Wayne said with gruff certainty. "Shit, you've loved her since you were 13." Eddie sat down with a huff on their old sofa. He rested his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands as he looked up at his uncle.

"She said thought about staying," he said quietly. Wayne's face lit up.

"Are you kidding me? That was your in, boy!"

"I told her to go." Wayne let out a heavy sigh before taking a seat next to Eddie. "I told her to go because I didn't want her to hate me when she realized she should have left Hawkins when she had the chance."

"Oh, Eddie," Eddie sniffled this time, and Wayne wrapped his arms tightly around his boy when Eddie finally started crying. Eddie hugged his uncle back, letting out his grief that his best friend had left and had taken a piece of his heart with her. His best friend had left, and he had done nothing to stop her.

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The feel of calloused fingers down your back brought you slowly out of sleep. You shifted closer to Eddie, your arms tightening around his ribs as you turned your sleepy face towards him to see his brown eyes already focused on you.

"You're being a creep," you said, causing Eddie to pull you closer to his side. You couldn't help the content hum from you as you felt his lips against your hair.

"Couldn't help it; spent years dreaming about just this scenario," he said as his lips found yours again.

Your first date had been a smashing success and was hands down the best either of you had ever had. It was nothing fancy; Eddie had taken you to a movie, followed by a last stop at the diner. You had concluded that the date was going so well because you already knew everything about each other, so there was none of that awkward get-to-know-you bullshit. On your porch, you had kissed and kept kissing before asking if he would like to come in for coffee. Two rounds of coffee later, you had fallen into a blissful sleep until now.

You glanced at your alarm clock, seeing 3:15am staring back at you. Shuffling closer to him, you placed soft kisses on his chest, over the demon's head tattoo that you had held his hand through when he was 16. "It's late," you mumbled before placing your head over his heart.

"We've got time," Eddie said, and you smiled as you felt his hand lift your chin up to look at him. Before you could reply, his lips were on yours again, his tongue sliding into your mouth when you gasped at the feel of his other hand trailing down your sternum. He shifted you until you were underneath him, all sense of sleepiness gone as you felt his cock hot and heavy against your thigh as Eddie's lips moved to your neck. Your breaths were heavy when he pulled back, reaching a hand down to run his cock through your folds as a whine left your throat.

"Besides," he said as he pushed forward, entering you fully before resting his forehead against yours. "We have so much time to make up for."

His chest was pressed against yours, his hips grinding deeply against yours, hands intertwined and clasped tightly. When you came, it was with his name on your lips, heart nearly bursting when he did the same seconds later. In the afterglow, you noticed tears brimming in his eyes, and all you could think of was how you wanted to live in this moment forever. Your hands cupped his face and brought him down for a deep kiss, pouring your love into him before pulling him down to rest against you. His head against your chest, you could feel your own tears beginning as you felt his lips place soft kisses over your heart.

"Ssssh," you whispered as you ran a hand over his hair. "I'm not going anywhere, promise." He shifted his hips, his cock finally pulling from your heat as he shuffled the two of you onto your sides. He pulled you against his body, his grip firm as if he feared you would disappear into the night.

"Love you," he said softly. You felt your body blush as his lips moved against your hair. He finally let out a sleepy yawn before he continued. "Gonna marry you, so act surprised, yeah?" You couldn't help the smile as soft snores told you that Eddie had fallen asleep. You yawned, feeling sleep coming for you as well, and you pressed a final kiss on Eddie's chest before closing your eyes.

"Looking forward to it."

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@kimmi-kat @feltonswifesworld87 @mrsmunsonxquinn @iguessyourejustwhatineeded @hahahafucku @emilyroxy @ihatepeanutss @mackyboo21

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #dad!eddie munson

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qtubbo · 5 months

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easy thing to forget, happy to help :)

anyway i actually dropped by to be sad about the way a lot of people treat sunny handing out diamonds. i get that it can come across as rude, but it kills me how many people assume she's doing it out of pity or because she doesn't like poor people (that's a whole separate issue). sunny loves diamonds. they have at least one on hand at all times. handing them out isn't meant to be rude from her perspective. they're just trying to give out gifts to people either trying to spread some love or get some back. she gives them to everyone regardless of what resources they have. it's tough right now with tubbo's stream schedule and her reluctance to be separated from him but i really want more people to get to know sunny beyond first impressions.

bad was lovely today thanking her each time even though he already had a ton of them in his backpack. we need more people reacting like that.

She thinks she’s being sweet because oh I like diamonds not having diamonds = sad, not having diamonds = poor, sad = poor; and then they try to fix the issue by hanging out her favorite shiny thing. They aren’t trying to belittle someone it’s genuinely just her trying to be nice, and sometimes they’ll just give them away without any meaning because if it makes her happy it’ll make other people happy. It’s like a toddler spraying you in glitter so you can be sparkly and happy like them. They are just a little baby complex emotions are a bit hard right now…also edit forever appreciate bad he is so good with kids

#Type of kid to try and make everyone a princess so they won’t be peasants anymore without thinking about why they are peasants #asks!#Qsmp #qsmp sunny

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thestobingirlie · 11 months

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I have to rant about this because I just noped out of a fic because of it and I need your opinion on it but,

One prevailing fandom trope in any Steve-centric fic that bugs the shit out of me is when they make Steve's popularity absolutely tank either after he drops Tommy and Carol, or after Billy shows up.

Because firstly, just because Tommy and Carol are no longer friends with Steve doesn't mean everyone else will suddenly stop liking him to. In fact, based on Barb's reaction to Nancy potentially dating Steve (excited) to when she brings up Nancy being friends with Tommy and Carol (which Nancy reacts badly to), Tommy and Carol have a worse reputation than Steve does at school so wouldn't people be happy that Steve dropped them?

Steve's also on multiple sports teams and let me tell you as a former sports team player, you don't successfully play on or captain a sports team without at least kind of being friends with/getting along with the people on that team. Getting beat up by a "loser" like Jonathan probably would get him sympathy instead of scorn considering how people seem to feel about Jonathan in general (and because I know that news of those pictures got spread around the school so people likely thought Steve was just being an ongoing victim of Jonathan's creepiness). He's also a rich, attractive, and funny guy. There's no way people just decide to drop him because he dumped Tommy and started dating Nancy.

Then there's the fact that when Billy does show up, Steve is still King Steve enough that Billy almost immediately knows that this is the person he has to beat in order to be Top Dog. He specifically says that everyone keeps talking about King Steve, so why would they be if Steve dropped off the social ladder a year ago?

No one can also convince me Steve stopped being popular after Billy beat him up because firstly, Tommy being his friend isn't an indicator that Billy is now popular (as stated above, Tommy was obviously less liked than Steve was), nor is doing 1 impressive thing at a party half the people will probably be too drunk to remember. He also wouldn't lose popularity from dropping basketball because 1) a bad concussion isn't bad enough to take someone completely out of a sport like basketball once it heals and basketball season wouldn't properly start until a full month or two after the events of S2, so he wouldn't quit because of that and despite what many, many fics try to do, Steve is would not quit to avoid Billy. He just wouldn't, it's so out of character that that's the reason I noped out of the fic I was reading.

This is also not even mentioning that everyone seems to think that if Billy is popular or king of the school, then Steve just HAS to be a friendless loser, which is such a blatant attempt to just dump trauma on Steve. I mean, if they want to make Steve lonely and friendless for the Tragic Backstory, at least have the reason make sense, like Steve pulling away after multiple counts of almost Dying because he just can't relate to kids his own age anymore.

Not to mention the fact that Steve is probably one of the least developed main characters and chances are the fact that we don't see or hear about Steve's other friends is because 1) less people they have to cast/take up screen time and 2) the Duffers just genuinely seem not to give a fuck about developing Steve or his backstory at all.

Anyway, sorry for dumping into your asks (I sincerely hope this is coherent), but this has been bugging me for months and I needed to get it off my chest.

oh yeah, that shit bugs me too. like, i don’t think steve had any super close friends other than nancy, but boy was still popular, he still knew people, he had a place to sit at lunch!!

and that’s actually interesting, about steve being well liked, but not tommy and carol. i’ve never really seen that kind of separation in fics, but it would be fun to have something about steve being the most popular of the group, and tommy and carol being the ones that drop popularity after the split.

steve being super sporty essentially means he always had people to hang out with lmao. and i do see steve obviously not playing basketball for a while, and no longer being captain, because i figure you have to play the game to be captain lol. i honestly don’t know much about sports tho, so i don’t know if you could just jump right in after not playing for a while, but yeah, steve wouldn’t just drop out because of billy. like, the other basketball guy called billy a douchebag. i think it’d be fun if in a fic, everyone turned against billy after the fight.

yeah, steve’s friends aren’t at all relevant to the plot, so we’re not going to see them. and i’ve said this before, but while s2 steve is lonely, he’s not alone. he has friends, he’s popular, but he’s increasingly not seeing any point towards the whole thing and essentially becoming disillusioned to the idea of being the king of hawkins high. but like you said, he’s not a friendless loser.

#steve harrington #stranger things #asks #somuchfuckingsalt

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beheworthy · 7 months

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Heimdall and Thor's mother genuinely like Jane without even meeting her. Others don't like it or don't care.

When Odin threw him on a backwater planet, he didn't know his son will find the next Queen there. As is shown, he has had many lovers before in his 1500-year-long life, but with Jane, everyone just knows he's dead serious about her.

Also, everyone just knows what happened on Midgard: Odin in his Odinsleep, Loki makes a r*pey comment about paying her a visit (what the f?), Sif and Frigga talk about her (though this could be Sif recounting her experience on Midgard to the All-Mother but the point is that they know), and of course, the all-seeing Heimdall.

I'm assuming the word spread (accentuated by the Warriors Three) and the general public also has an inkling about their Crown Prince's dalliance with a Midgardian maiden on his exile.

1. Odin is obv unapproving because she's not a blue blood like them - a royal or even an Aesir. She is as far away from being an ideal daughter-in-law as she can be. He pushes for Sif. And his argument for that is this:

*clenches fist* We need to talk about this line.

This is his view of a Queen, that she'd serve the King like a servant by bearing him children and present herself to being used by him whenever he pleases. That's vile.

He's not in favor of Sif, he just wants Not-Jane. Anyone but a lowlife Midgardian. Why? Because her flimsy lifetime makes her unfit to 'serve' the King. And an Aesir woman would be able to do it better. The Aesir women 'lying' in front of him like things!

What's worse is that Thor doesn't even react to his father's abhorrent way of thinking :(, he's so used to it. Thor would never treat his Queen this way, jeez! But Reddit and Tumblr keep telling me how great it is that Thor is given parallels with this man in Thor3 and Thor4 as tho he was a positive influence on him :)

I thought Odin would eventually come around on Jane but his hostility only increases when Frigga dies 'because of her'. And he just never approves of her till he lived, not even for his son's sake :( I headcanon that Odin stayed near Thor and Jane's home when he was exiled by Loki and saw how happy Thor was with her.

2. Loki is actually understanding of how much wrong Thor is doing to himself by setting himself up for much bigger hurt. He should cut ties now when it will hurt less rather than later when she dies in a fraction of his lifetime anyway, leaving a gaping hole in his heart.

He's right but no one understands the predicament my man was stuck in. He had already done what Loki is saying by breaking his promise and not going back so Jane could move on with her life and contented himself with looking at her from Asgard. But when she got in mortal danger because she was looking for him, he can't just leave her now. He had to do justice to her this time, All-Father be damned.

I find it fascinating that Odin's opinion of Jane was about kingship and Loki's was about love and companionship.

3. Frigga and Heimdall are fully approving of her :D She has all but accepted her as her daughter-in-law and given her blessings to them. She died saving her. What more can you ask of her?!

And Heimdall is the only one who knows about his longing for her (that little laugh when he first asks her if he can see her at the end of Thor1). He knows how much Thor hurt himself by asking about her every day when he was never going to go back.

Also, I'm certain the Aesir people will be pretty accepting of her as their Queen, given how peaceful they're shown to be. :)

#submitting my essay for the day #answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #jane foster #thor x jane #odin #loki #frigga #heimdall #sif #asgardians #i wanna see the magical fascinating aesir life #not boring earth people #let thor restore asgard to its full glory again and free us of the pathetic 'new asgard'#but marvel is hell bent on making everything dull and colorless

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Missed Confession

Summary: When you get the chance to confess your crush to your best friend, will you take it?

Pairing: Bella Swan x Reader

Warnings: Nothing major; some unrequited feelings, maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: A day late, but it's better late than never! I think that may be my motto lol. Another entry for @twilightsaganetwork's appreciation week, with today's entry being "Favorite Quote"! I will put my favorite quote in bold and all I ask is that you don't laugh 😭 I genuinely have the first letters of every word of this quote on a candy bracelet, so I think it would've been a crime not to choose this one? Anyways, enjoy!

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Bella’s beat-up truck, wondering how you had even gotten into this position. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her pensive posture as she sped down the rainy road to the Rez to see Jacob. The car's speed and her dazed affect only served to make your anxiety heightened. You didn’t even know Jacob, so you were struggling to find a reason for you being there. It had just become difficult for you to leave her side after Edward left, and to see her so broken was too much for you.

“You sure you should be driving this fast?” you asked nervously, unable to keep quiet about it any longer.

Bella spared you an exasperating glare before her eyes focused on the road. “I do know how to drive. That’s not something I’ve forgotten.”

“No, I wasn’t–” You cut yourself off from trying to justify the question because you were sure you came off as patronizing when you asked. Taking an extra moment to adjust your seatbelt, you sighed, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been worried about you. And not in the ‘I don’t think you can take care of yourself’ kinda way, more like the ‘my friend is in a lot of pain’ kinda way.”

“Oh…thanks.” Her muscles relaxed a bit as her defensiveness eased. The speedometer (thankfully) also seemed to lower as she let up on the gas. The heavy trees started to thin the closer you got to houses, and when a few popped up, she asked you another question. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to come if this isn’t your thing. I know you’ve never met Jacob, so it might be a little awkward.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “As long as you introduce us, it’ll all be fine. I’m just happy to spend some time with you.”

The grin on Bella’s face was a nice change from the sour expression that had started to make its home there. Her happiness was infectious and spread to you as well. You couldn’t remember having this much quality time with your best friend since she was still coming every summer to visit her dad. But that was a long time ago, and a lot had changed.

You stared at the greenery whizzing past your window as you reflected on that time. When you were younger and still a bit unsure, you dreamed about spending your life with her. You had thought it was what everyone hoped to do with their friends. Then she stopped coming around, and a few revelations later, you realized that you were absolutely and painfully in love with your best friend. To make matters worse, her return to Forks was quickly punctuated by her getting into a relationship with Edward Cullen, of all people.

I’ll just keep it to myself. She doesn’t need this right now.

As you always had done, you pushed your feelings down to spare hers. Thankfully, the truck came to a halt, and you opened the door to get some fresh air.

“Bella!” A boy’s voice called out, and you saw who you assumed to be Jacob. He wasted no time wrapping her in a hug and spinning her around when he reached her. “Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Bella chuckled once he finally let her go before gesturing towards you. “Jacob, this is one of my friends from school. I thought it would be fun to hang out together and have an extra set of hands.”

You told him your name and stuck out your hand for a handshake. “It’s great to finally meet you. Bella’s told me so much about you.” After an awkward handshake, you added on a teasing remark, “All good things!”

Jacob seemed to bristle at your presence, and you began to space out as Bella showed him the motorcycle she had in the bed of her truck. It was a fixer-upper that she wanted done, and you weren’t about to argue. The last time she tried to ride a motorcycle, you found out from Jessica that she had hopped on a stranger’s bike. You were shocked out of your stupor when Jacob lifted one of the motorcycles out of her truck as though it was made of plywood. “Holy shit!”

“Yeah, Jake, you’re like…buff?” Bella added in total shock. “And you’re only 16?”

“Yeah, age is just a number, baby. You’re like, what? 40 now?” Jacob walked the bike back towards the garage with an impish smirk.

You knew he was only poking fun, but the severe look that crossed Bella’s face told you that he had hit a nerve. Without thinking, you put a hand on her back and rubbed between her shoulder blades in a sympathetic gesture.

She sighed and leaned closer to you as you both followed behind Jake. “It feels like that sometimes,” she muttered under her breath.

The rest of the time in the garage, the two of you were glorified assistants while Jacob did most of the work. Bella wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, and you had even less of a clue. Thankfully, the tense rivalry Jacob seemed to fabricate between the two of you faded away. By the end of the day, the three of you were laughing like old friends.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You giggled, leaning back on the futon that Jacob had set up in the garage. “You made mud pies together?! I thought that was our thing!”

“To be fair, it was our thing first,” Bella agreed.

“So what I’m hearing is that Jake totally stole my play there.”

“Just a little.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he continued tightening a bolt on the bike, only turning back to address you when he was done. “I didn’t steal anything. We just happened to think of the same idea.”

“Uh huh, sure we did. I can see you for what you really are, thief!” you teased, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. The two of them laughed at your melodramatic antics. Bella’s fit of giggles caused her to lose stability, and she leaned on you once more for support. You thought your heart might beat out of your chest on the spot.

When she finally returned to her senses, she frowned at the purple-pinkish sunset outside. “It looks like it might be time for us to head out.”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” Jacob hastily dropped the metal wrench in his hand with a clang and stood up. “You want me to walk you to your truck.”

“I think we’ve got it, but thanks, Jake. See you tomorrow,” she said, getting ready to leave. Jacob moved as though he was going to hug her goodbye, but she walked past him without realizing it. The only thing you could do was mouth a silent ‘sorry’ before hurrying after her.

The silence of your walk was broken when your intrusive thoughts came blundering out of your mouth. “So, you know that Jake has a thing for you, right?”

“What?”

Bella stopped in her tracks, looking at you like you had just made the biggest faux pas of your life. The silence stretched out for an eternity, only being filled by the nighttime sounds of the forest near you. You felt your hands grow clammy as your stomach twisted. Should you be this nervous when talking to your best friend?

“I just thought you knew,” you chuckled, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal! I just thought I’d mention it so it didn’t come out of left field or anything. You know, because that would be really awkward if you weren’t prepared, and I know you’re still dealing with some things–”

She began laughing again and started back up her pace to the truck. “You seriously think Jake has a crush on me? We’re just friends! Although I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Bells…” You meekly trailed behind her. The words swam around in your head, clawing their way up your throat. You knew you shouldn’t bring it up, and you definitely knew that the topic of Edward was still sore. You couldn’t help telling her what was on your mind, just as you always had. “Friends can still have crushes on other friends. I wouldn’t dismiss it that easily.”

Bella cocked her head in confusion. “What…are you saying?” Her eyes scanned your face for something hidden, although it was clear she wasn’t even sure what she should be looking for. She was never one to see any of the hints people gave to her.

This was your chance. She had given you a moment, a huge opening to lay out all your feelings. If she accepted them, then you would deal with it. If she rejected them, then at least you would know how to move past it. It was what you had been waiting for since she came back into your life.

“Nothing,” you replied, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s nothing. I guess I don’t know Jacob that well to be able to tell anyway.”

That seemed to assuage her curiosity, and she hopped into the driver’s side of the truck. You slid into the seat next to her, trying not to feel sick by your close proximity. The regret swirled inside you like a sick whirlpool, and it was all you could do not to crawl out of your skin. You’d have to find another chance if there would ever be another, and then you’d have to decide all over again if you wanted to confess.

How were you ever going to keep this up?

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georgieluz · 8 months

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hi! I hope you’re doing good and I was wondering if you can cast your mutuals as The Pacific men, women characters too? based off of their personalities? hope this isn’t too much to ask! anyways, have a good day!

hello! it's not too much to ask, i can definitely try to do that!

burgie → @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not this was the first one that popped into my head immediately!! you have burgie's soft caring side where you wanna look after all your friends/mutuals and make sure everyone is okay and feels Seen and heard and validated!! and i feel like you have that warmth and stabilising effect that burgie has on the boys too... when you're not around my dash feels slightly off! but you also know when to be firm and shut things down when people interact with you or others in bad faith! you're not a pushover at all and will stand up for the right thing even if it means you have to put on your "shut up bill" voice. i feel like you spread happiness and safe vibes in the same way that burgie does!

eddie → @hellofanidea because i feel like you have a lot of depth and i just feel like we'd have interesting conversations all the time and you're the kind of person whose brain i want to pick about random topics. you seemed like a Cool Online Person when we first became mutuals but it turned out you're actually super approachable and easy to talk to and eddie definitely feels similar in that way!

sledge → @theflyingfin because you're smart and always interesting to talk to! like eugene, you're open with how you feel about things and you just give me sledge vibes sometimes but not naive!sledge vibes but sledge who has seen some things y'know?

snafu → @aegondluvrs bc 99% of our first conversation revolved around svt and enha's teeth (rightly so) and you definitely have snafu's brand of chaos! also: if snafu was a carat in 2023 he too would have a folder dedicated to lee jihoon's teeth, we're not alone!

sid → my good friend @footprintsinthesxnd! i feel like i'm copying the quiz we did but it honestly felt really accurate to me because you're a literal sweetheart and one of the kindest people around but you're also way more than just that.. you're a great friend and always so supportive when anything has happened, and you're funny and witty in the same understated way that sid is. people probably think you're shy and quiet at first but that absolutely changes when you become friends with them. we have the best conversations and i'm genuinely so glad to have you in my life!!

leckie x lena hybrid → @lewis-winters look, i know i talk all the time about how annoying leckie is, so let me first of all say that i'm not including any of the annoying parts of his personality here... but you do have a similar charismatic intelligence thing going on.. y'know, the type of person you know you would always enjoy having a conversation with no matter what the topic is and whose opinion you would always be interested in hearing on just about anything. lena comes in with that aspect too, but you also have her enigmatic vibes, the kind that makes people wanna be friends with you!

runner → @ep6bastogne bc your posts make me laugh a ton and you're chill but also not at the same time? which is how i feel runner is too.. like he jokes around and winds leckie up and is silly af but he also gives off chill drama free vibes idk like i just feel like you're both the type of friend i would want in my life y'know?

chuckler → @lamialamia because our conversations are either about something ridiculous like sledge's ass flash and leckie's sex scenes or they're about the devastation of war and losing ack ack and eddie or something equally as terrible lmao you feel very balanced to me in that way and i think chuckler is like that too.. hilarious and jokes around but also serious when you need to be! kinda the perfect mix you would want in a friend or mutual!

vera → @hxad-ovxr-hxart because you're very funny but also very sweet! and you have vera vibes (warm and kind but witty vibes!!) and i feel like you're very approachable in the same way vera is too!

sorry if this didn't live up to your expectations anon!! this was a lot of fun to think about though!

#there were a few people who i wanted to tag as hoosier and ack ack and some others but i don't know them well enough so chickened out #sorry i didn't do everyone #i got shy half way through answering #mutuals #julian's inbox

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outisgivingpac · 11 months

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Pick-a-Card: Focus, Release, Continue

Hello everyone, I'm back to deliver another PAC reading. This is a spread that I use a lot for myself during turbulent times to organize my headspace. So I thought, it would be nice to share it with the community ☺️☀️✨

This spread consists of three cards, aligning with three questions:

1. Focus - what are you invited to pay more attention to at the moment?

2. Release - what is something you should let go of/release from your mind?

3. Continue - what is something you have been doing well?

I'm not exactly satisfied with how the PAC turned out in the end but, I decided to kick the perfectionist side in the butt and post it anyways 😅 If you enjoyed my PAC in anyways, please support me by likes/reblog this post and feel free to let me know your thoughts 💖 I also offer paid reading, so do check out my pinned post.

My PAC masterlist

✨Choose the pile/pic you are most drawn to ✨

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

Pile 1: 8oW, 6oS Rx, 3oS Rx

For those who picked pile 1, it's time to focus on your aspiration and make your wants and needs into your reality. You might find yourself in a transitional period at the moment. For example, you're moving to a new place for your study or work, or this shift could be internally when you're about to enter a new phase in your life. So do invest your energy on yourself, for my pile 1 seems to have the people-pleaser tendency. Meaning, you might feel the need to make sure everyone around you are well taken care of and content, before you even begin to allow yourself to be happy and successful. It could stem from guilt or a past wound where others deem you self-fish and greedy for wanting more for yourself in life, for having boundaries like a normal person. Anyways, it's time for you to stop looking around for other's opinion, validation and need, and start giving it to yourself. After all, you cannot give to people you genuinely care for in life when your own basket is empty. Lastly, it seemw you have been doing well healing your old wounds. Hurtful words that you used to replay hundreds of time in your head slowly become the background noise before disappearing into oblivion. So keep up the good spirits. In no time, you will be able to look back the hill or depth you climbed out of and say proudly, "I have made it through".

Pile 2: The Hierophant, KnoC, Justice

For those who picked pile 2, there seem to be some big decisions to be made. During this time, you're encouraged to discern your personal belief: what is your personal truth, and what are values you inherited from your family, your teachers and your peers. You are well aware of the ideals and standards that are considered the norm in the society, but you could have internalized them so deeply that your own desire and your voice have become blurry in comparison. If I have to give an example, a student picked IT as their major in college, based on the fact that it's a rapidly developing field and has a high job security after graduation. So they got in, but the longer they stay, the more obvious it becomes to them that they hate the subject for dear life, which is their personal truth. That being said, it's not a black and white matter. One just need to put themselves in consideration, to *know thyself*, in order to make practical and well-informed steps. Don't give the power to make decisions to others by indulging in escapism/dissociation. Others can present you options filtered through tinted-glasses that is their bias. Continue to investigate for yourself to see your situation as it is, not the idealized nor the denigrated version of it.

Pile 3: Judgment, 5oP Rx, AoW

For those who picked this pile, I sense that you have just stepped out of a big cycle, a difficult time or a commitment that has kept you busy for a long while. You might find yourself feeling a bit lost amid the "newfound freedom" or the luxury of having normal days in which nothing much happens comparing to when you were in survival mode. During this time, you're invited to take time and have some self-reflection. Look back on your journey and see how far you have come, celebrate your achievements and counts the little blessings and wisdom you have accumulated along the way. After all, only you know your struggle the best, and only you can give yourself the validation that leads to your true satisfaction and happiness. On the other hands, some of you needs to stop being so harsh on yourself and forgive your past mistake. It's nothing like blaming bad things that happened on the surrounding or other people, but to forvige yourself for not knowing better. For reacting and making mistakes like all human could. Everyone shall strive to make the best out of what they have at a time, so don't let the ghost of the past haunt your present and dictate your choices in life. On a brighter note, many sparks of ideas have been popping in your mind during this peaceful period. You're much encouraged to explore and brainstorm them. Don't feel the pressure to make something polished and prompt out of it, you can try out things just for fun too.

Source for the paintings I use:

1. Digital 6 by Judith Bergerson

2. Strict Composition by Berit Mogensen Lopez

3. Yellow Flower by Catherine Jeltes

#tarot reading #tarot #tarot community #intuitive readings #pac #pick a card reading #pick a card

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lesetoilesfous · 1 year

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Happy Friday! :D For Nate/Anders, perhaps “The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken.” from the lyrics prompts?

Thank you! Ah gosh I had fun with this.

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Pairing: Anders/Nathaniel Howe

Characters: Anders, Nathaniel Howe

Tags: reference to past child abuse, Rendon Howe is a horrifying bastard, etc

Rating: Mature

“Naaaaaaaate. Nathaniel. Ser Howe. If this is some kind of sexy hide and seek thing I should warn you that I’m going to need a minute after our little lunchtime rendezvous.” Anders pauses, scratching his chin. “Then again, we could always experiment with the old warden stami- oh. Shit.”

Nathaniel is sitting in what Anders thinks might have been his father’s bedroom. It’s long since been ransacked, but there’s a grandiose air to the palatial size of the place that gives that impression. That, and the scent of blood. Anders wrinkles his nose as he tentatively crosses the threshold: eyes catching on the old stains littered around the room like paint flecks.

Nathaniel is halfway to scrubbing at his red face, scowling as he gets hurriedly to his feet. Anders lifts his hands, palms forward in surrender. “Woah, woah, woah, slow down bronco.”

“I have no wish to speak with you.” Nathaniel snaps, trying to push past him. Anders catches him easily - he’s the taller of the two - and offers a grin when Nathaniel glares.

“I get that a lot. So, uh, what’s going on?”

Nathaniel’s scowl deepens, his dark brown eyes almost black in the shadows of the room. “I don’t want to discuss it with you.”

He tries, again, to push past Anders. Again, Anders stops him. This close, Nate smells like leather and wood-polish, the bow he wears perpetually on his back gleaming like a gemstone. Anders tilts his head to the side, enjoying the soft swing of his hair. “Mm. And we both know you’re strong enough to lay me out if you really wanted to. So how about we skip the foreplay and you tell me why you’re crying in Daddy’s bedroom?”

Briefly, Nathaniel’s annoyance is broken by confusion. “How did you -?”

Bingo. Anders gestures at the vast scale of the bedroom, the carvings on the walls, the stains - all with a lazy gesture of his fingers. “I mean, I’m not actually a complete idiot, you know.”

Nathaniel snorts, and Anders rewards him for it with a bright grin, enjoying it when Nathaniel’s cheeks graze pink, his thin lips quirking into another smaller, softer smile. Anders thinks, sometimes, that he should tell Nathaniel how Circles work. But he also thinks that might mean the man stops labouring under the impression that he’s unaware of his obvious attraction to him, and that’d be tragic. Besides, for now, there are more pressing matters to deal with.

Satisfied that he’s no longer going to try and escape, Anders drops to sit cross-legged on the stone floor, careful to lean his weight on his good leg. He pats the flagstones beside him, trying to ignore the numbing cold of the stone under his bare thighs.

After a moment, Nathaniel sighs, a gusty, performative thing that Anders thinks he could probably do competitively, and sits - in a far more graceful, less lopsided fashion than Anders had. He doesn’t look at him when he speaks. “It’s…nothing.”

Anders nods, seriously, leaning forward to prop his chin on his fist. "For sure, definitely. You’re the kind of guy who often disappears only to show up in a dead relative’s bedroom crying. That’s just Nathaniel. Everyone says so.”

Nathaniel rolls his eyes, but his lips quirk in another smile, so Anders counts that as a win. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.” At this point, it’s more habit than anything, but Nathaniel’s eyes darken anyway, and Anders files that away to think about in more detail later. He relishes the tension for a moment, before reluctantly pushing them back on track. “Are you… missing him?”

Again, Nathaniel seems genuinely confused. “What? No!”

Anders spreads his arms in a surrendering shrug. “Sorry! Sorry, as I understand it people are normally fucking, sad when their Dad gets murdered in the middle of a coup. Shit, I don’t know, my old man was a bit of a dickhead.”

That, unfortunately, seems to be the bit that catches Nathaniel’s attention. “Really?”

Anders bites the inside of his cheek and breaks eye contact, suddenly all too aware of how eerily silent this bedroom is. “Yeah, you know. Standard.” As if on cue, his mind fills with vague memories. “Rough. Violent. Sold me out to the templars.” Anders forces himself to lift one shoulder in a shrug, drawing a smile across his face like steel wire. “Parents, am I right?”

Nathaniel doesn’t react to his grin this time, instead looking down at his calloused hands. Silence swells between them, and Anders doesn’t quite have the presence of mind to break it. Eventually, Nathaniel does.

“I thought it was normal.” Nathaniel speaks so quietly that Anders finds himself leaning in, though he isn’t entirely sure he wants to. Nathaniel clears his throat, but keeps his eyes fixed on his hands. “He said it was normal. He said I was lucky. If I was whipped, or didn’t eat, or -” Nathaniel stops, mouth snapping shut with a click of his teeth. Anders tries very hard not to feel like the room in which they’re sitting gets colder.

“Or?”

That’s all the encouragement Nathaniel needs. “There was this girl. When I was a boy. An elf. One of the servants. Nassa.” A flicker of a smile passes across his face, like the sun breaking through a clouded sky. Then it passes. “She was my age. And I…she was funny. Clever. Kind. I liked her. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk to the elves but I didn’t understand why.” Nathaniel’s jaw tightens, and he lifts his head, turning to look away from Anders into the corner of the room. “Father found out. So he brought me in here, and he made me watch, as he cut off each of her fingers.”

“Blood and ashes.” Anders swears, vehemently. The corner of Nathaniel’s mouth twitches in a bitter smile.

“I never saw her again. I don’t know if she died of her injuries, or…or worse.” Nathaniel chews the inside of his cheek. “I wasn’t allowed to have friends. I wasn’t allowed to rest, or play. It feels stupid, even now, to complain of living in such luxury but -”

“No. Don’t you dare. Not with me. Come on, you know me better than that.” Anders smiles, as encouragingly as he can, despite the horrible feeling in his chest that he will not want to hear what Nathaniel says next.

Nathaniel’s voice thickens, his dark eyes glittering in the shadows. “I was just so scared. All the time. And I thought - I thought it was normal? I thought that was just how everyone lived. But Mahariel…” Nathaniel trails off. The silence stretches between them, heavy with ghosts. Anders breathes, and tries not to think about anything at all. “I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore.” The admission is quiet, and given on a voice that breaks as he says it. After a moment he glances up at Anders, gaze searching.

Anders offers his best smile, and leans forward, covering Nathaniel’s shorter, stronger fingers with his own. “Well, that’s easy, you’re Nathaniel Howe.” Nate starts to frown, opening his mouth, and Anders raises his voice as he continues. “And you’re fucked up. Maybe more than you realised. But take it from a guy who’s made being broken his whole profession: it doesn’t actually change who you are.” Anders hesitates, expecting to be cut off. But Nathaniel is looking at him, and listening to him, and he isn’t entirely sure what to do with that. He swallows. “Like...yeah, they can cut you. And bully you and scare you and whatever else. But at the end of the day there’s alway this bit that’s just, essentially you. That was there before they started hurting you and that sticks around after. So your Dad was a monster, and that sucks, and if I had the right spells I’d bring him back just to burn him again myself.”

Nathaniel snorts, and Anders thinks that’s a victory. He’s turned their hands over, and laced their fingers together. Anders squeezes his hand. “But when push comes to shove, when the axe meets the ogre…you’re not a scared little boy any more. You’re all honourable and shit.” This time Nathaniel laughs out loud, and Anders grins, and his cheeks ache with it. “You’ve got integrity coming out your ears. You’re brave, and loyal, and dutiful. Picture of a storybook knight, Ser Aveline eat your heart out. And you are so much more than what he made of you.”

Nathaniel’s breath catches, and when he goes to pull his hand out of Anders’, Anders holds him tight. For a second, Nathaniel just looks at him, dark eyes almost unreadable. And then he’s surging forward, bow-calloused hand scratching at Anders’ cheek as he holds his face, tightly, and kisses him. Tears tickle Anders’ nose and cheeks, but he does Nathaniel the favour of not mentioning them, melting under the hunger of his kiss the way he always does and resolutely denying the butterflies in his stomach. After a moment that is both longer than it feels and far, far too short, Nathaniel pulls back, still holding Anders’ cheek.

“Anders, I -” Nathaniel catches himself, and breaks eye contact, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”

Anders shrugs, and ignores his sudden nerves, offering a broad, bright smile. “Don’t mention it.”

Nathaniel snorts, and slopes easily to his feet, holding out a hand to him. Anders takes it, and lets himself be hauled up. Nathaniel looks up at him, and his hand slips out of Anders’ fingers. “I won’t.”

#dadwc #nathaniel howe #anders da2 #nanders #highwayphantoms

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hulijingemperor2 · 1 month

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This morning, Qin Su woke up to nausea and dizziness, so her maid Bicao called A-Yao to check on her. A-Su was in her separate Pavillion, as it's the norm for empresses and concubines.

Yao: *rusbing in with Rusong and the rest*

Qin Su: *clings to A-Yao* Yao Huangdi. My Yao huangdi.

Yao: A-Su. *embraces her* goodness you're pale. Are you unwell?

Qin Su: yes I am. I think I caught a flew or something.

Yao: *gives her water*

Rusong: A-niang, do you need anything else?

Qin Su: no Songsong. I just want Yao.

A-qing: *rubbing her back*

Yao: *to his attendants* get the physicians.

Why aren't the physicians here?!!

Do you want me to fire you?!

Forgive us, Huangdi.

Right away, Huangdi.

Xue yang: Jiggy is so hot when he raises his voice.

Su she: just divine.

Mo xuanyu: but what happened to Su jiejie.

Su she: she saw Lan lips.

Xue yang: omg, Shanshan. You're so savage.

Qin Su: team dimple, can you stop talking about him!

He tried to steal my husband!

Xue yang: I know right. Lan lips is so shameless. Heehee.

Su she: as you wish, Huanghou.

Yangyang, behave.

afterwards, Jing Manor's physicians came and checked up on Qin Su.

Then Meng Shi entered.

Meng Shi: A-Su! Baby, what happened?

Qin Su: yuemu hou! I'm feeling nauseous.

Meng Shi: nauseous?

*smiling to herself*

Sisi.

Sisi: I'm thinking the same, jiejie.

Qin su: why are you smiling? You want me to die?

Meng Shi: no no dear. You'll be fine, A-Su.

Qin Su: wait.....I think I felt nauseous like this already.

But I don't think....

Sisi: don't think too much! *laughing*

Huanghou jiejie, what did your son do?

Meng Shi: you don't need to worry. But my son is excellent at being attractive and charming.

Sisi: he got it from you.

Meng Shi: gosh. He did.

Qin Su: *pouts* Yuemu hou. Focus on me.

Meng Shi: ok ok dear. *caresses face* I'll focus on you.

~ that line, "focus on me" has been a cute little Meng pregnancy trend actually.

Meng Shi said that to Sisi, Qin Su said it to A-Yao when she was pregnant with Rusong, and now she's saying it again.~

Sisi: she's so cute.

Meng Shi: yes she is.

Yao: *holding Qin Su's hand*

One of the physicians: congratulations Huanghou and Huangdi.

And thank you for blessing the empire again.

You're pregnant.

Qin Su: *smiling* what?!!!!

Yao: *smile* A-su????? You are?!

Qin su: *places A-Yao's hand on her tummy* yes.

Yao: I'm so happy!

*takes off this outer robes and gifted it to his staff. Tell everyone in the city that everything is free today and they're entitled to a golden tael.

Let them party.

Xiying: yes yes Huangdi. I'll deliver the news.

Meng Shi: A-Su!!!! *kisses her* my sweetest daughter-in-law. You're such a gift.

Yao'er, congratulations. *kisses* Yao'er, you're so smart and charming. And always successful in making others fall in love with you.

Yao: thank you, A-niang.

Meng Shi: you two have the most beautiful children.

Rusong: *hugs* congrats A-niang! I can't wait to meet my new sibling.

Jingyi: same. I'm very excited.

Qin Su: aw thank you babies.

We'll be one big happy family.

A-qing: congrats Meng Furen!

Qin Su: thanks A-qing.

Meng Shi: team dimple. Do you have anything to say?

Su she: I'm really happy for my Huangdi. Congrats huangdi amd Qin Huanghou.

Mo xuanyu: we were belly dancing for them! Why aren't we pregnant too?! This is unfair.

Xue yang: come on Jiggy. Make us pregnant too.

Anyways, congrats.

Meng shi: oh A-Yu. Don't be sad.

Mo xuanyu: ok taihou.

Congrats you two. I'm genuinely happy for you. *hugs Ayao*

Meng Shi: so team dimple were belly dancing? *laughing*

Yao: yea. All for entertainment.

Meng Shi: ah Yes. You deserve the best. I believe everyone in the harem should belly dance for my son.

Yao: oh my. But I do agree.

Meng Shi: well we must call the harem and spread the news to the rest of the empire.

Yao: mn.

Sisi: I'll tell your parents in Laoling.

Qin Su: yes. Please do!

Meng Shi: tell Xuan'er and A-li too.

Sisi: sure. Maybe I'll tell them tomorrow. A-Su is maybe sleepy.

Meng Shi: you're right. She needs her rest.

Later on, in the harem palace. A-Yao supported Qin Su by wrapping his arm around her and holding her hand.

Yao: *gently helps her sit* have a seat, dear.

Qin Su: ok.

Yao: here's some vegetable soup.

Jiang cheng: is Meng Furen sick?

Mingjue: I don't know. Team dimple is always vague about everything. They just told me to come to the harem.

And i know that taihou or A-Yao maybe asked them to.

Huaisang: admit it dage, you're afraid of taihou.

Mingjue: I just want to respect her.

Anyways, why can't team dimple just normally give a message. They're always so secretive.

Jiang cheng: because they're team dimple.

Zewu Jun, do you know anything?

Xichen: not at all. I wasn't in Jing Manor at the time. But based on A-Yao's body language, I can tell what it is.

Team dimple: *enters* stop trying to ruin the surprise!

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips. Shhhhh.

Xue yang: guys, can't you just relax a bit. Omg.

Su she: we'll tell you soon.

Mingjue: whatever. Just don't make it about yourselves.

Su she: I believe Lan lips was going to make it about himself.

Xichen: what? No!

Mo xuanyu: are you jealous of us, dage?!

Mingjue: never.

Xue yang: Qin Su is a member of team dimple by the way.

Mingjue: making it about themselves again.

Jiang cheng: they always do.

Mo xuanyu: nooo, it's about Su jiejie.

And she happens to be a part of team d and your boss too.

Su she: yup.

Jiang cheng: *rolls eyes*

Mingjue: team dimple, it's not about you!

Meng Shi: guys, stop fighting on such an auspicious day.

Yao: harem members. My A-Su is pregnant.

Huaisang: what?!!

Mingjue: How?!!!

Xue yang: dage. Obviously they did papapa!

Jiang cheng: are you serious?!

Mo xuanyu: that's what a husband and wife do, Jc.

I know, it should have been team d. But we're still happy.

Mingjue: who's jealous now. *scoffs*

Su she: shut up.

Jiang cheng: Congratulations you two.

Yao: thank you.

Qin Su: thanks, Jiang cheng.

Su she: you guys could have done better.

Xichen: *hugs Ayao* congrats on being a dad again, A-Yao. I know you always wanted a lot of children.

Yao: yes!

Xichen: Meng Furen, I'm very happy for you. You deserve all the happiness.

Qin Su: thank you. (Joking) And don't hug my husband in front of me.

Xichen: that's impossible, haha.

Qin Su: ah.... I agree.

Huaisang: what do you two want? A boy or a girl?

Yao: a girl. But it doesn't matter the gender.

I would love the child anyway.

Qin Su: I want a girl too!

Xichen: aw. A little princess.

Yao: exactly.

Mingjue: *pulls Huaisang aside* I don't want you to enter your villain Arc, ok?

Huaisang: what villain Arc? I don't have any time to be evil. I'm busy babysitting Zixuan's children.

Mingjue: what did you really want?

Huaisang: *dramatic* the spotlight.

But I can't tell you because~~

Meng Shi: Nie gui fei number 1 and 2.

Nies: *startled*

Mingjue: taihou.

Huaisang: taihou, I swear. I didn't do anything!

Mingjue: (why is he so shady?)

Meng Shi: you both should chill. A chaotic and secretive environment isn't ideal for the baby.

Right?

Nies: right. Forgive us, taihou.

Meng Shi: lovely.

*walks off* Yao'er.

Mingjue: why do I have to take the blame along with you?!

Huaisang: because that's how it is. The elder sibling must be scolded too!

Jiang cheng: team dimple, you watched them do papapa then? Since you guys were belly dancing.

Xue yang: unfortunately no.

But we got to kiss them of course.

Huaisang: (is this my chance to say that A-Su got pregnant by someone from team dimple? So I can become the empress and make a child for San ge? ...... nah I'm too lazy)

Mo xuanyu: we all gave them kisses, while we danced like courtesans.

Su she: Huangdi gave us gifts and then said, give us our privacy~ you guys danced well.

Meng Shi: well my son do have skills.

Xichen: A-Yao is so darn hot.

Qin Su: *blushing*

Jiang cheng: oh, I thought you three watched them.

Su she: we respect them, unlike you.

Jiang cheng: ugh.

Yao: when A-Su is two months pregnant, we'll have a baby shower.

Qin Su: everyone is invited.

Mo xuanyu: yay!

Rusong's baby shower was the best.

The empire had a flower show and lantern festival.

Everyone got sweets catered from Jing Manor.

Su she: yea, the empire was part of the celebration too.

Xue yang: remember his one month?

Xichen: that was a huge party.

A-Yao, what do you have in mind for the baby shower?

Yao: well for the empire, there will be another flower show. And I'll have 108 Sakura trees, magnolias and roses planted in Jinjing.

For Rusong, I had pine trees, peonies and orchids planted for him.

Xichen: lovely idea.

Yao: they're all free to have a party. And we'll cater all the food.

If we don't cater food, we'll sponsor the ingredients.

Does these sound good, Asu?

Qin Su: of course Huangdi. We should celebrate with pomp.

Yao: Anyways. That's all. I have to take care of A-Su, and make sure she's comfortable.

I'll be back shortly.

Xiying, Fuying I'll send my list of details.

We must plan in advance.

Xiying: of course, Huangdi.

Next day, Zixuan and family as well as Madam Qin and Qin Cangye came to check on A-Su.

Zixuan: Foxy. *hugs* I'm so happy for you! You're going to he a dad again!!

Yao: thanks Zish. *hugs*

Zixuan: I'm going to be an uncle again!

Yao: the best uncle.

Zixuan: as I must.

It's my duty to spend money on your babies.

Yanli: *hugs* A-Su. *gives her a kiss*

You look so so pretty. Congrats baby.

Qin Su: thank you!!

Yanli: I'll make some soup for you.

Qin Su: that would be lovely.

Zixuan: congrats A-Su. I promise I'll be an amazing uncle.

Qin Su: *laughing* I know, Xuan ge. You're always an amazing uncle.

Zixuan: awww.

Jinling: xiao shushu! I'll protect Mt future cousin, like how I did with Rusong.

Yao: you're so ideal. *kisses him on his forehead*

Rusong: I'll give them all my love as a big bro.

Jingyi: everyone is lucky to have you as a big brother. Talking from experience.

Rusong: thank you A-Yi.

Jingyi: yep. He's great with gremlins and kids.

Jingyi: hey!

Jinling: how do you have the patience?

Rusong: I don't really know.

Well I love children. And for the gremlin thing, I just watched how A-Die deals with uncle muffin.

Xue yang: Songsong. I'm not a gremlin.

Yao: *laughing* sure you aren't.

A-qing: king of gremlins.

Xue yang: xuanyu is a gremlin too.

Mo xuanyu: when was I a gremlin.

Su she: Huangdi. Am I a gremlin too?

Yao: no Shanshan. Team d are all gremlins together. But I love it.

Meng Shi: *walking in with Qin Su's parents* her face is completely glowing.

It's so sweet.

Madam Qin: per face glowed when she was pregnant with Song'er.

Qin cangye: Laoling will also be decorated for A-Su.

Meng Shi: delightful. Madam Qin, thank you so much for A-su.

Madam Qin: taihou, you don't need to thank me. I'm happy that she's married into such a powerful and beautiful family. And continues your lineage with the emperor.

Huangdi is so charming.

Meng shi: certainly is.

Yao: yuemu, yuefu. *bow*

Qin cangye: oh Huangdi. Huangdi doesn't need to bow.

Yao: but you're my in-laws. I have to respect you.

Madam Qin: so sweet!

How are you, A-Yao?

Yao: I'm very delighted to be a dad again. It's a great honour.

Madam Qin: awww

Qin Su: *hugs* A-niang!

Madam Qin: A-Su! Congratulations!

Qin Su: thank you

Qin cangye: my dear, may you always be prosperous. I hope to see your next dimple baby.

Qin su: haha, thanks a lot A-Die.

A-Yao gives all his children dimples.

Qin cangye: yes, I see that. Song'er is so beautiful.

Speaking of him, here he comes!

Rusong: waipo! Waizufu!

Madam Qin: *pinches his cheeks* Song'er. My little baby!

Qin Cangye: how are you, baby? Here I brought some cash for you.

I know you are a Wangzi, but you're still my grandson.

Rusong: aw thank you so much. You guys are the best! I missed you.

Qin Cangye: aww.

Madam Qin: out baby missed us!

Jingyi: hey, waipo and waizufu.

Madam Qin: A-Yi. *caresses his face* you're our other baby. How are you?

Jingyi: I'm fine

Madam Qin: we brought cash for you too, A-Yi.

Jingyi: wow! Thanks!

Qin Cangye: what an adorable pair. And a baby is on the way.

Meng Shi: my dynasty is immortal.

And forever will be.

Qin cangye: of course!

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #hulijing emperor 2 #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #su she #the untamed

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absolutepokemontrash · 2 years

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Happy Father’s Day with the Half Demon Kids!

(Including the Hell Timeline kids! Yay!)

Genre: Floof

Warnings: None

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“Bah humbug.”

“It isn’t Christmas, Lord Darius.”

“I know, but bah anyway.”

Darius sat curled up on one of the many plush red love seats in one of the palace’s sitting rooms. Barbatos was behind him, vacuuming up the carpet and straightening up a few bits and baubles on the tables.

“What has you grouchy today?” Barbatos asked, with all the godlike patience in the world.

“Everyone’s been actin’ so stupid lately.” Darius mumbled, wrinkling his nose as the whirring of the vacuum got louder and louder as Barbatos began to clean the area closest to the couch.

“Pardon me, Lord Darius,” Barbatos said, his voice raised. “But I can’t quite hear you.”

“I said,” Darius gritted his teeth, sitting up and turning to face his father’s butler with an indignant frown. “EVERYONE’S BEEN ACTIN’ STUPID LATELY!”

“Oh dearie me.” Barbatos mused as he switched off the vacuum and admired his handiwork. “I wonder why that could be.”

“You know something…”

“I know many things.”

“Stop being like that, Barbatos! I order you to tell me what you know!”

“I know that Mr. Fuzzy Cuddle Bear is in desperate need of a wash.”

Darius flushed as red as his hair and quickly sputtered out a reply. “N-not that! About today! What’s happening today!?”

“Hopefully Mr. Fuzzy Cuddle Bear’s bath.”

“DAH!” Darius threw up his hands and hopped off the couch, he stormed out of the sitting room without a second glance at the chuckling butler. “Fine! I’ll find out on my own!”

Barbatos took an unbutlerly moment to quietly laugh about his “victory” over the young prince. Poor Diavolo though…

“Ah, Father, there you are.”

Turning his head, Barbatos saw his hoodie-clad child step into the room, a red velvet cupcake with a smear of white frosting in his hand.

“Tulsi, did you need something-“

“Happy Father’s Day, Barbatos!”

Bursting out from behind Tulsi, Cecilia and Luke thrust a nicely wrapped, thin box into Barbatos’ hands. ‘From Circe, Cecil, and Tulsi’ was written in Cecil’s near-perfect handwriting.

“Yeah, what they said.” Tulsi said with a lopsided grin as he gently placed the cupcake on top of the box.

“Why, thank you both.” Barbatos said, a genuine smile managing to spread its way across his face as he sat down on one of the armchairs and opened the box. His eyes widened when he saw the cover of one of his favourite death metal albums in original record form. Oh how well the children knew him… it almost brought a tear to his eye…

“How did you three manage to get this?” Barbatos asked, gently turning the object over in his hands.

“Found it at a pawn shop a month ago.” Tulsi said with a shrug, but the little grin on his face spoke a million words. “Glad you like it.”

“Yeah! Luke and I helped make the cupcake! Try it! Try it!” Cecilia urged, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet.

The cupcake was almost expertly made, a not-too-sweet cream cheese filling, pleasantly rich in flavour, and a nice soft cake to boot. Delicious!

“Mmm…” Barbatos mumbled with a nod. “Very nicely done, Cecil and Luke.”

“Yes!” Luke whispered, trying to discreetly fist pump.

“Not to break up the conversation, but wasn’t Darius lounging around in here?” Tulsi asked, noting the empty loveseat.

“Ah, right. Young Lord Darius appears to not know what day it is. What a pity.” Barbatos said with a borderline sarcastic shake of his head, the smile he clearly had to muscle through giving his mild delight at the situation away.

“Oh no!” Cecil’s hands flew to their face and clasped their cheeks. “Poor Diavolo isn’t going to get even a cursory ‘happy Father’s Day!’ I have to go tell him!”

“Why even bother, he’s mean.” Luke said, rolling his eyes. “He probably wouldn’t even plan to say anything to Diavolo if he knew…”

“I wouldn’t go that far, Lukey-Pookey.” Tulsi said with a pinch of one of Luke’s cheeks. “Dare looooooovvvvves Dia. Just give him some time. He’ll figure it out, right Father?”

“We can hope,” Barbatos said with a smile, “we can hope.”

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Lucifer was working in his office at RAD, as usual. The room was significantly less comfortable and quiet than his office at home, and completely unsupplied with Lucifer’s Demonus collection, but he managed to muscle through it.

As his hand glided over the papers, he briefly pondered the date of one of the sheets. June 18th…

A light scoff left Lucifer’s lips as he remembered Venus’ seeming lack of memory of the date. Ugh, was he going to have to quote Mulan again when Venus rushed in for comfort about forgetting the day again?

The door to Lucifer office swung open, and speak of the half demon and they shall appear, Venus stood proudly at the entrance, a present bag in hand.

“Father~, father~, faaaaatherrrrrr~,” Venus said in a sing-song voice as they practically slid towards his desk. “I didn’t forget this year~.”

The corners of Lucifer’s mouth twitched up into a half-smile as he took the bag from Venus, a partly exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “Aren’t I a lucky demon?”

“Damn right you are~,”

“Having a child who remembers a date that repeats every year for once.”

“Just open the present old man~,”

They were really keeping up the singing, huh? No matter, Lucifer opened up the bag and pulled out a… piece of printer paper. It was awfully wrinkled, and also blank. The demon of Pride raised an eyebrow and held up the blank piece of paper.

“What’s this supposed to mean?”

“Oh shit, that was the result of a paper jaaam~, oh fuck it.” Venus dropped the singing bit and pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose. “We’re going on that factory tour you wanted to do, tomorrow. Diavolo and Darius are coming too. Not that Dare knows, he’d put up a stink.”

Lucifer chuckled softly and expertly tossed the blank, wrinkled printer paper into his trash can. “Thank you very much, Venus. I appreciate it.”

“Ah!” Venus’ face noticeably brightened as they finger gunned Lucifer’s face. “That slight tension in your cheeks, that little raise of your eyebrow, you’re mega-happy right now~!”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps pershmaps! I knocked it out of the park!” Venus mimed swinging a baseball bat as they turned and skipped out of the room. “Move it motherfuckers! I won Father’s Day!”

“LANGUAGE!”

——————

Percy fumbled with the box in their hands, the sloppily wrapped gift-box was weirdly bulky and heavy for what was inside. The half demon knocked on their father’s door, an excited smile spreading across his face with every thump against the wood.

“Daaaaaad! It’s meeeee!”

“What’s the password?”

Oof, ice cold… undeterred, Percy smiled and began to recite the latest iteration of his father’s passwords. “The Lord of Shadows wished upon a star,”

“That one day his enemies would leave his land,”

“And the star that came crashing from the heavens was his hero,”

The door opened, and Percy stepped into the messy blue tinted room. “Hi dad! Hi Henry 2.0!”

Henry 2.0 did not reply. He was a fish.

“What is it, Percy?” Levi said, taking off his headphones and pausing his game. “I’m in the middle of-“

“I got you something!” Percy said as he plopped down on the beanbag chair next to his dad, a beaming smile on his face. He pushed the box forward into Levi’s arms. “Happy day celebrating people who aren’t virgins!”

“WHAT?!” Levi shrieked as he toppled backwards out of his beanbag chair and onto the chip-bag and Gatorade covered floor.

“What?” Percy tilted their head and blinked a few times. “It’s what Ash calls it.”

“It’s… it’s…” Levi’s hands scrambled for his DDD, and after some frantic tapping, he shoved the screen into Percy’s face. “Father’s day! Not… that!”

“Oh.” Percy said, then shrugged and pushed the box forward again. “Open your present!”

Levi hesitantly took the box and tore off the wrapping paper, then squinted as he tried to see the pictures on the box in such abysmal lighting.

“Should I turn on the lights?” Percy asked, getting up to do just that.

“No!” Levi snapped. “Do you want to blind me, Percy?”

“N-no, but Lucifer says it’s not healthy to only have the aquarium lights and the lights of your electronics in your room…”

“Mmm…” Levi clearly wasn’t paying attention, he held the box up, and it caught the perfect light from the aquarium, and the Avatar of Envy shrieked in delight. “CATBOY HEADPHONES! The real deal, too!”

“Yeah! Do you like them?!”

“Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!” Levi repeated over and over as he tore open the box and placed the headphones on his head, the blue cat ears snapped upright, and began to twitch.

“They connect to your real emotions! Just like a real cat’s ears!”

“HSJSMREMSJNDRNSNSNSNSNDSLSKDNEKS-“

“How’d you make that sound in real-“

Percy was cut off by Levi picking them up and crushing them into a hug. “I love them so so much! And they’re the real high quality ones too! Thank you, Percy!”

“Eheh!” Percy’s adorable dimpled smile could have lit up the room. “Great! I knew it would make for a great Not-a-Virgin Day gift!”

“Don’t call it that!”

———————

“Pop, pop, popcorn!” Ash slid into their father’s room with barely even a knock, causing Mammon, who was hunched over his pool table trying to take a shot, to flub his technique.

“Damn it, kid! Can’t ya knock?!”

“Nope!” Ash said with a cheeky grin, they grabbed one of the pool cues that were lying scattered on the ground and twirled it in their free hand. “Up for a game, old man?”

“Old?!” Mammon snapped, levelling the pool cue at Ash like he was holding a sword. “I’ll show you old-”

Ash laughed as they held up their cue to block the downward swing of Mammon’s. The battle was wonky and ridiculous as the two stepped over and around old cups of ramen, dirty laundry, and wrinkled up rescripts while whacking their pool cues against each other.

“I don’t think this is how pool is played!” Ash said, shifting his weight so the plastic bag with Mammon’s present inside was clearly visible, but juuuuuust out of reach.

“Oi! What’s in there?”

“You’ll have to kill me for it!”

“HAH!” Mammon threw back his head and rolled his eyes, his tuft of white hair was an absolute mess from the fight and was ever so slightly brushing against his eyelids. “I’ve fought with pirates, Ash, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna- OW!”

Ash swung their pool cue down on Mammon’s knuckles, causing him to drop his cue right to the ground.

“Gotcha! Guess you really are an old man!”

“Ah shaddup…” Mammon said with a light tint of redness to his cheeks.

“I’m feelin’ all generous today,” Ash held out the plastic bag. “For you, old man.”

Mammon greedily snatched up the bag, and pulled out a box of… dice. Nice looking gold dice, but just dice.

“Huh,” A smirk appeared on Mammon’s face as he inspected the box. “Nice, kiddo.”

“You don’t think those are just plain old dice, do you?” Ash snickered. “What do you take me for?”

“Eh? What do ya mean?”

Ash snatched the box out of Mammon’s hand and shook it, the dice inside rattled. “These are special dice. You can put some of your magic into them, and they’ll land on whatever numbers you’re thinkin’ of. Perfect for throwin’ off people who think you’re cheating!”

Mammon stood still with his eyes as wide as quarters, and Ash felt their stomach drop into their gut. “D-do you not like-“

“I FUCKIN’ LOVE IT!” Mammon suddenly snatched the box back with one and and then hooked an arm under Ash’s shoulder blades and swept them up into a spin. “EVEN BETTER THAN LAST YEAR’S GIFT!”

“Aw what?” Ash said after sighing in relief. “Didn’t like last year’s sunglasses?”

“Oh screw off, ya know I love those.”

“Tsk, anyway,” Ash straightened up their shirt after they were set down and fixed their hair, pushing it back into its normal slicked-back appearance. “Happy Not-A-Virgin day, Pops.”

“Wait what-”

———————

Beel grit his teeth and pulled himself up once again, with just one arm. Ever muscle from his deltoids down to his forearms burned from the strain, but he was strong enough to push through and keep going.

“You’re doing great, dad.”

“Faster! Faster!”

The two little ankle weights, Pepper and Cane, were latched onto Beel’s legs and were shouting out encouragements and orders, much to the Avatar of Gluttony’s appreciation.

“Sorry Cane,” Beel grunted as he pulled himself up again, relieving his right arm of the strain and beginning to do pull-ups with his left. “Can’t really move any faster than this right now.”

“Aw man…”

“I still think you’re doing good, dad.”

“Thanks Pepper.”

Eventually, after a few more pull-ups, Beel eventually let go, and began to knead at his exhausted muscles.

The twins unlatched from Beel’s legs and looked up at him with a level of reverence the demon hadn’t seen from even his most devoted fans and followers. And Beel was the centre demon of actual cults.

“How do you feel?”

“Feel buffer? Feel stronger?!”

Beel let his hands rest on either twin’s head and ruffled their hair. “I feel like my arms are jelly.”

The demon’s stomach suddenly growled, which caused two more smaller growls to echo from the twins.

“Oh! Right!” Cane snapped their fingers and began to tug Beel out of the RAD gym and into the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“We made a Father’s Day feast for you in the cafeteria.” Pepper said, calm as ever as they took their father’s other hand and also lightly tugged him forward.

“Mmmmm,” Beel was already drooling. “What’s in this feast? Hellfire roasted pulled pork? Hellmato soup? Mmmmm…”

“You’ll see~!” Cane said with a conspiracy laden grin.

The twins threw open the doors of the cafeteria, and Beel’s jaw dropped.

Cheeseburgers… as far as the eye could see… perfect and still steaming, the heavenly smell entering the Avatar of Gluttony’s nostrils and nearly making him pass out and ascend right back to the Celestial Realm…

“D-dad?” Pepper’s voice piped up.

“Come on! Snap out of it!” Cane lightly slapped Beel’s hand a few times, trying to break him out of his stupor. “I think we broke ‘im, Pep.”

“You two…” Beel said, slowly stepping forward. “This is… amazing!”

Beel grabbed both twins by the hand, soreness in his arms forgotten, and an absolutely massive purr began to rumble in his chest. “Let’s eat together!”

———————

Surrounded in a plane of comfort unknown to most humans, Arien slept soundly and peacefully, without a care in the world. The young half demon of sloth was snoozing away in a bed piled high with the most high quality of pillows and blankets, with a humidifier going strong and a fan for white noise. All was perfect…

Until they suddenly felt an extra weight on their napping spot.

The half demon’s eyes snapped open, not that they could see much through the mountain of pillows and blankets they had over them. They gave the air a few cursory sniffs, then frowned.

“What do you want, You old bat?”

“Where’s my Father’s Day present, offspring of mine?” Belphie’s soft and sleepy voice asked, as almost always, there was a twinge of mischief to his tone.

Arien felt Belphegor stretch like a cat from… somewhere on the bed. He couldn’t exactly tell through all the blankets and pillows.

“You’re getting nothing and liking it.” Arien snapped, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. “Now shut up and let me sleep.”

“Tsk, little brat.” A pillow thwacked Arien right in the face. “Show some respect.”

“No.”

“Well then, I guess I’m just going to have to take a present myself then.”

“Eh- hey!”

Arien found themselves flipped onto their back and staring up at Belphegor, who had a borderline devious smirk on his face.

“What the hell do you- HEY! PFFFFFF- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Belphie asked, tilting his head as he mercilessly tickled Arien. “What the hell you do think you’re doing? Not giving me anything for Father’s Day?”

“Screw- HA- OFF!”

“Hold on just a minute,” Belphie said with a mischievous smirk. “You set all this up? This entire little pillow Fort, all for yourself?”

“YEAH! Now get- HAHAHAHA-”

Dodging a few flailing kicks, Belphie kept up the pressure. “Really now? It seems way too big for just one person. It could fit four more, even. Planning on inviting me, Beel, and Cane and Pepper?”

“N-NO!” Arien lied through almost painful fits of laughter, all the while kicking and flailing every which way.

“Huh…” Belphie said with a shrug. “If it’s not for me, then, I’m making it for me.”

The Avatar of Sloth suddenly stopped his onslaught of tickles, flopped to Arien’s right, and trapped them in a cuddle-cage.

“Night, brat. Happy Father’s Day to me.”

“Hmph…” Arien wrinkled their nose, but shifted over slightly to get comfortable and let their eyes flutter shut. “Night, old man.”

———————

“Screw off, Darius.”

“Just tell me what day it is, Lyssa!” Darius snapped as he trailed after the half demon of wrath. The girl was dressed in a black leather jacket, a white tee shirt, a pink tutu, and black and green striped knee socks, safe to say, her fashion sense was as bad as her father’s.

“I have stuff to do, dammit!” Lyssa hissed back, dropping a giant, brown, cardboard box on the dining room table, and taking out various pieces of gold metal work, and what looked like scale models of the planets.

“Is it some kinda… space day..?” Darius asked, squinting as Lyssa’s nimble fingers began twisting and snapping pieces of the model planetary system together with a level of expertise that the prince couldn’t help but marvel at.

Lyssa spared the time to glare up at Darius, her cartoon cat hair pins that helped her black scrunchies hold her long blonde pigtails in place seemed to be glaring at him too. “Are you perhaps, an idiot?”

“HEY!” Darius was prepared to smack a hand down on the table and admonish the kid, but held back. This was Lyssa, and If Darius made her upset or triggered her in any way, he’d never forgive himself… mainly because Satan would have committed regicide and tore him limb from limb. “Just… tell me what the fuck is going-”

“Father!” Lyssa suddenly sprung from her feet, the model put together in an expert amount of time. Satan had walked into the dining hall and was quickly tackled into a hug by Lyssa. “I made something for you! Happy Father’s Day!”

“FATHER’S WHAT NOW?!” Darius shouted, bursting out of his seat with his eyes wider than saucers. “FUCK I GOTTA GO!”

Satan and Lyssa both watched, completely bewildered as Darius suddenly bolted for the exit.

“What was his problem?” Satan asked, gently setting Lyssa down on the floor.

“No clue.” Lyssa shrugged. “But look what I made you!”

Satan allowed himself to be tugged to the dining room table where the model sat, each planet was expertly crafted and set to scale, they all gently rotated around the sun, all the parts moving in harmony.

“You… made this?” Satan asked, staring down at the little contraption before him.

“Y-yeah…” Lyssa said, suddenly beginning to twiddle her thumbs. “I mean… you gave me that book on outer space a while back, and I really liked it, I just wanted to show that your money didn’t go to waste on me or any-“

“Lyssa, Lyssa,” Satan slowly raised his hands to quiet the child, then gently rested one on her shoulder, careful to make sure each of his movements were perfectly choreographed so Lyssa could see what was going to happen. “I love it. Did you make it all by yourself?”

The half demon seemed to visibly deflate with relief, then nodded. “I painted the planets, and using the parts of an old metal chandelier that I found in the trash outside of RAD, I just had to fit everything together and make it move. I used this old motor from a toy robot that Luke said I could use, and attached it to the bottom, here.”

Lyssa slowly pointed out every little connecting piece and part of her little contraption, and Satan hung onto every word. He was sure to interject with compliments every now and then. He had a very clever child after all, and he needed to make sure that she knew it too.

“So um… yeah…” Lyssa scuffed her feet on the dining room carpet. “Happy Father’s Day, dad…”

“Thank you, Lyssa,” Satan, gentle as a kitten, pulled Lyssa in for a hug. “What do you say we go to the planetarium sometime and you can show me what else you’ve learned?”

————————

“Aaaaah,” Asmo sighed in contentment as Solomon filed his nails. “This is the life…”

“Yep, definitely.” Cecil said with a tense grin as Circe sat across from them, her eyes narrowed as she aggressively filed Cecil’s index fingernail down to a useless nub. “The life for sure…”

“Come on Circe,” Solomon chided. “Be gentle.”

“I am.” Circe said, as monotone as ever. “I thought Father’s Day was just supposed to be between you and me.”

“We’re a happy little family though, aren’t we?” Asmo cooed, leaning over and pinching Circe’s cheek with his free hand.

“Sure.” The girl replied. She acted a lot older, and a lot more bitter than most ten year olds… Cecil thought to themselves.

“So about that crazy weather we’ve been havin-”

“CECIL!”

The door to Asmo’s room was practically kicked open by Darius, who stood wide eyed and frantic at the door.

“Oh! Darius! I was looking for you earlier but I couldn’t-“

“CRAM IT! WHAT DO YOU GET SOMEONE FOR FATHER’S DAY?!”

“Uhhh…” Cecil pursed their lips and shrugged. “Spa day..?”

“Fuuuuu…” Darius growled. “What’d the chihuahua get Simeon?!”

“Pastries I think…” Cecil murmured, suddenly flinching when Circe began to sloppily apply pink nail polish to… seemingly everywhere except Cecil’s nails.

“You don’t know for sure?! Solomon! You live with them! What happened?!”

“I’m not sure either to be honest.” Solomon said with a calm shrug of his shoulders. “Before I left, Luke was being bathed with holy light, and I didn’t really want to talk to the old man upstairs, so I let him be.”

“Fine! Food it is then!” Darius then turn tail and booked it down the hall.

“So uh…” Cecil nervously giggled. “Happy Father’s Day..?”

“Happy Father’s Day!” Asmo and Solomon repeated.

“Yeah yeah… happy…” Circe chimed in with gritted teeth.

————————

After grabbing a cupcake at Madame Scream’s and running at top speed back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, Darius kicked off his shoes and into the throne room, intent on getting to his father’s office before it was too late.

“Ah, young lord Darius-“

“DAMN IT BARBATOS!” Darius skidded to a halt and pointed an accusatory finger at the butler. “You didn’t tell me it was Father’s Day!”

“I didn’t realize that was in my job description.” Barbatos said with a shrug.

“JUST- JUST- UGH!” Darius turned and sprinted towards the hallway.

“Darius, watch-!”

The prince slammed into someone, hard, and sent them both rolling down the hall, until Darius landed directly on top of both them… and the cupcake box…

Venus, now covered in cake and whipped cream, wiped the gunk off their glasses and glared up at their step-brother. “Good evening to you too, bitch.”

“No, no no no no no no!” Darius pushed himself up st the floor and opened up the crushed cupcake box… it was absolutely obliterated. “DAAAAAAAGGGHHH!”

“What the hell’s your damage Darius?!” Venus snapped. The prince glared at them, then reached up quick as a flash and yanked them upwards by the front , slamming them against the wall.

“You idiot!” Darius shouted, ignoring the multitude of kicks that were getting levelled at his gut. “That was for my father!”

“How’s that my fault that you went and splattered the cupcake everywhere because you weren’t watching where you were going?!”

“I fear I may have let my pettiness blind me to what actually matters, how unbecoming of me…” Barbatos said as he gently pulled Darius off of Venus, allowing the half demon of Pride to drop back onto the safety of the ground. “My apologies, Lord Darius, but I recommend going to your father and explaining the situation rather than fighting with Venus.”

Darius glared up at Barbatos, then stomped off down the hall to do just that.

The door to Diavolo’s office was imposing as ever. Darius briefly wondered if this was what it was like for children who went to a normal school, he wondered if they ever felt this numbing nervousness when going to talk to the principal, or a teacher they desperately didn’t want to make angry…

That was all the life experience Darius had, really. Just wondering. Having his eyes glued to the television and wondering if that was what the real world was like…

Before Darius could even properly knock, the door swung open to reveal Diavolo, who looked just as startled as his son.

“Darius!” Diavolo reached forward to ruffle the boy’s hair, but stopped short when he noticed he was still covered in cupcake residue. “What… happened?”

“Cupcake… Father’s Day gift… I’m sorry…”

“What on earth are you sorry for?” Diavolo asked, kneeling down to Darius’ level as the boy hung his head in shame.

“I forgot about Father’s Day… and it was my first one here… with you… I messed up your present and spent all day running around like an idiot… I’m so so sorry, father…”

The moment the last words left Darius’ lips, he was crushed into a hug so quickly it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m not angry, Darius, not even a little.” Diavolo pulled back, and gave Darius a winning smile. “The greatest gift you could possibly give me, is being here, and being my son.”

“Aw… father…” To his own horror, Darius felt himself get choked up.

“Are we just going to ignore that Diavolo basically quoted Mulan?”

Both Diavolo and Darius snapped their heads towards the source of the sound, where Venus, Lucifer, Tulsi, and Barbatos stood at the end of the hallway.

“Mulan? What’s that? I haven’t seen that.” Diavolo asked, tilting his head slightly.

“And,” Venus continued. “Are we just going to ignore that this is literally a repeat of what happened with me and my dad on a different Father’s Day?! The cupcake got smashed and everything!”

“Oh hush now, Venus.” Lucifer chided. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

Lucifer then looked expectantly at Darius, who raised an eyebrow.

“What? I don’t recall it being Stepfather’s Day.”

“Okay you little-”

“Why don’t you hush now too, Lucifer.” Barbatos offered.

“Yeah, listen to my dad.” Tulsi added with a sleepy smirk.

Diavolo abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing in that way they always did when he had a bright idea. “Why don’t we all watch that Mulan thing you all were talking about, hm? A lovely family activity to end off a family based day!”

“I’m always down for a movie.” Tulsi said with a shrug.

“Can we have popcorn?” Venus asked, already bouncing on their feet.

“I’ll find the movie.” Barbatos said, lightly beginning to brush past everyone, only for everyone’s actions to be halted by Lucifer clearing his throat.

“You know, I never did ask, but why are three of you covered in cake?”

••••••••••••••••••

Author’s note

…all hail the queen of procrastination.

That’s all I have to say.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 2) Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: I'm Going to Take Him out for a Drink

“Poor darling!” cried Missy, holding (Y/N) tight. “I’m so sorry that all happened to you!”

“Ack!” gasped (Y/N) as Missy continued her ramble and aggressive cuddle. “Emeranne, help!”

“Only if you agree I don’t have to pay up on our bet,” countered Emeranne.

(Y/N) huffed. “No way. Where’s Lucifer? He’ll help get her off me.”

“Dr. Martin found out he’s really the devil, and I think they’re having a great break through in therapy,” said Emeranne. She frowned. “I’m not sure if it’s Lucifer or Dr. Martin getting the therapy right now.” They glanced at (Y/N). “Don’t you have therapy?”

“Yeah, but only a few more weeks of it since apparently I’m ‘stabilizing,’ ” said (Y/N) sarcastically. “Which is ironic since I almost died again last night.” They shot a glare at Missy, still rambling on and on about her apologies for (Y/N)’s ordeal at the hands of her son, how she’s horrified by how it all turned out but she’s so happy that (Y/N) is alive since she wasn’t sure what she’d do if blablabla… “Now will you help?!”

“You know my deal,” said Emeranne smugly.

“I am so getting you back for this,” muttered (Y/N). “Fine, you don’t have to pay me back!”

Emeranne grinned, and they casually reached over and pulled (Y/N) from Missy’s grasp. “Sorry, Goddess, they have to get some homework done with me.”

(Y/N) grinned nervously and fled to their room with Emeranne. “God, she was smothering me.”

“Yeah, well, she has a point,” said Emeranne. “Are you doing alright?”

“I don’t think I’m going to spend much time on the balcony until they reinforce the remaining gargoyles,” said (Y/N) frankly.

“Using humor to cope? Yeah, I’m not really seeing the ‘stabilizing,’ ” said Emeranne, rolling her eyes.

“What’s up with you today? Awfully ‘mother hen,’ ” said (Y/N), giving them a dramatically concerned look.

Emeranned turned bright red in embarrassment. “I just…feel bad about not watching out for you like I was supposed to.”

“Yeah, because it was three am,” pointed out (Y/N). “Relax.”

“I’m a demon, I don’t need to sleep. I should have made sure you were safe until Lucifer…” They trailed off, clearing her throat uncomfortably at the near mention of what Lucifer had done.

“Emeranne, it’s not your fault. I don’t think you could have stopped Uriel’s pattern anyways,” said (Y/N).

“I guess you were lucky Lucifer did…what he did in time to mess up the pattern,” said Emeranne.

“Yeah, I am,” said (Y/N), the lie flowing easily from them. They glanced at the clock. “Anyways, Lucifer should be back soon. And before he spirals without Linda’s support, I’m going to get him out of Lux.”

“So he doesn’t go on a bender in his grief? Good idea,” said Emeranne, nodding. “What’s your plan?”

“I’m going to take him out on a drink,” said (Y/N), a grin on their face from the pun. “And I’m going to try to make him feel better.”

Lucifer thanked the waiter as he put down the cup of chamomile tea in front of him and a cup of earl grey before (Y/N). The pair were sitting inside a quaint little teashop filled with flowers and fragrant teas brewing. It was a peaceful shop in its own little world.

“How did find this little place?” asked Lucifer with a forced smile. He was having difficulty working through his ordeal with Uriel, so while he attempted to seem normal, it was painfully obvious to everyone close to him that he was upset.

“Whenever my parents were being ridiculous, I’d bike around the city to avoid them,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “Eventually found this teashop. I still like to come out here when I have time.” They smiled. “But now it’s not to escape.”

Lucifer nodded, and a soft, genuine smile spread across his face. He was happy that (Y/N) felt safe around him.

“But I think you needed a little escape,” continued (Y/N). Seeing Lucifer’s surprised face, they sighed. “Lucifer, you’re clearly unhappy. You’re not letting yourself grieve.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Wise for someone who doesn’t like to work through their own emotions.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “I design while thinking. I have a creative outlet.” They waved the spoon they’d been using to stir some sugar into their tea. “Besides, we’re talking about you. You need to work through your feelings. So, we’re just going to sit here and drink tea while you think.”

Lucifer swallowed. “I…You don’t need to look out for me. That’s my job. I’m the adult.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Yeah, but I care about you too, and that means I’m trying to help you.”

Lucifer stared at them. His family rarely had real, loving, familial moments, so to have the kid he’d taken in seem to reciprocate the care he felt for them was…nice. It was yet another layer in their relationship. Due to his relationship and issues with his Father, Lucifer wasn’t ready to call himself a dad, but he could say that (Y/N) was as good as family at this point.

Lucifer cleared his throat. “I, uh, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Family looks out for each other,” said (Y/N), looking away in embarrassment at their admission of how they felt about Lucifer’s company. He was what they imagined a father should be. They weren’t sure if he was their dad yet, but… I wouldn’t mind Lucifer being my dad.

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