#but this idea kept running through my brain and i HAD to entertain it

[deadghosy]

Okay, I saw the part in the noob!reader post about Kirby. I love Kirby and would love a Kirby!reader in hazbin hotel. Like how he is cute but can consume worlds and everyone is just like *pikachu shocked face*, same with him being able to pull out random weapons from his abilities. I can imagine he got there from a new weird portal and meta knight is like “where is he NOW?”.

Kirby is a being of chaos and I love him ❤️

I ALSO LOVE KIRBBY I WAS A BIG KIRBY KIN💗💗 🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X KIRBY! READER

prompt: you lost the sight of your best friend only to be somewhere completely different.

Meta knight was walking ahead of you as you picked up flowers with your cute smile. “Poyo!” You said smiling ready to show meta knight your flowers you picked up into a bouquet. 

When all of a sudden, you were getting pulled into a red portal as you screamed out to meta knight who seemed to be in his own world.

“POYO! POYO!” You then get sucked in as meta knight turns to see nothing. “Reader/Kirby?…..where is he NOW!” Meta knight exclaims, his accent thickening in worry as he runs around the area calling out your name.

Meta was basically that Brandon rogers meme when he lost his “child” 😭

You swirl in the portal to get thrown out and roll into the feet of a person. “Oh my! Are you okay sweetie?” The sweet voice says as she picks you up. Charlie looked worry seeing you dizzy. “Poyoo..” you said with a dazed out look from your trip of the portal.

Charlie took you in her hotel, getting you water and suited to rest as vaggie checks up. After 24 hours, they kept you as you became part of the hotel staff.

I headcannon you once accidentally swallowed Angel because you saw him as a regular spider. You literally transformed into his color palette before Charlie made you cough him up.

Angel was so traumatized 😭

I imagine you literally almost ending hell’s population by yourself cause you were hungry..you dead ass ran through the streets eating random shit. Thank goodness Lucifer picked you up and ran.

You once walked into Lucifer brain storming and he saw you…he immediately had a new idea for his duck creation. He made you stay in his room until Charlie said it was your bed time.

Vaggie always keep tabs on you so you don’t cause trouble around the pride ring and the hotel.

IMAGINE HOW YOU LITERALLY ATE A BUILDING…A FUCKING BUILDING AND HUSK WHO TOOK YOU FOR A ERRAND STROLL WAS LIKE

The egg boiz

Nahh cause you definitely had swallowed up the egg boiz to have a egg shell around you to hide in the egg shell like an ability.

Sir Pentious is always scared of the fact of you just eating him. But you don’t cause you literally get fed chips by the bar. So Pentious calms down and lets you have some time with him

Lucifer would probably make you inhale one of his rubber ducks so you can have a duck beak and wings just so he can chase you around with heart eyes excited that his hyperfixation became real

You have a duck hat and a duck pj set. ALSO WITH AN APPLE THEME SET WHICH IS FAMOUS IN MORNINGSTAR FAMILY ❤️❤️

I can see you always following Alastor like the egg boiz did in “scrambled eggs” 😭 except you just waddle beside him cutely

“Poyoooo… poyoooo..” you said softly as you tug on Alastor’s pant leg. Alastor looks down slightly entertained by your language and gesture for him to look at you.

“Well aren’t you an eager little thing…” alastor says picking you up and taking you to show Rosie his new found friend.

Husk once

STOP IT CAUSE WHAT IF YOU INHALED A KNIFE AND EQUIPPED IT ONLY YOU BE THAT FUCKIN MEME WITH KIRBY HOLDING A KNIFE😭😭

YOU WOULD STAB SOMEONE’S TOES AND KNEES YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!!‼️

You definitely stood outside of the Vee’s tower holding the knife with a smile as Valentino looks so scared closing his curtains.

#justiceforangeldust

Angel dust loves you to the point he might adopt you as a sibling since you are pink like him.

Charlie and vaggie are the parents who maintain what you eat and sleep. Dead as you were gonna eat a butterfly when vaggie picked you up like “NOPE! NOT TODAY!” And took you inside for the rest of the time-

See I can personally just imagine that Kirby gif where Kirby eats the whole ass meal on the table. So imagine the crew’s face seeing you do that shit 😭

I can see you getting on fat nuggets and just start to ride fat nuggets like a cowboy 😭💗

Angel definitely recorded it as you just smile while fat nuggets runs around the hotel freely.

I headcannon you bought a bunch a flowers for the crew and the was so adorable how you just picked each flower matching the cast’s colors

Imagine you just watching a hell cartoon and Vox is like “kill them! Kill your entire family” as you jolted shocked and cry at the scary tv man

Niffty once fed you dust particles thinking it wouldn’t affect you…it did cause you coughed and got sick. Niffty cried, not thinking it would harm you as she sniffles giving you soup in your room.

Niffty was banned from making lunch for you😭

Alastor be trying to troll you into eating cannibal meat, like dead ass he would make you a sandwich with “turkey” meat. But you could already smell THE MUSSTTT 🤮

So he failed with that mission. But at least you like his radio station and his jazz music.

Charlie brought you to her meeting with the first man so she can feel comfortable as you are kinda like her service animal.

Adam actually would like you cause you love to eat endlessly and you are pick up size. This mf will literally pick you up with one hand and dribble you like a basketball or treat you like a damn football💀

“Hey lute! Go long!” “Yes sir!” Lute replies back as she moves back far. Adam launches you making you scream as lute flies up and catches you.

“GOALLLL! FUCK YEAH!” Lute says accidentally throwing you off of the cloud floor they were on. “LUTE WTF?!” Adam yells looking at you fall before a portal had eaten you up. “Well damnit…I was gonna miss that lil pink shit.” Adam says before walking away with lute close behind him

Meta knight is back at home was tweaking out as he literally sobs eating with a picture of you on the table. He misses you deeply as he stares at the photo before looking down. “My friennnd…” he says with a sniffle as he covers his face.

Good ending was that you plopped down on the table from the portal as meta immediately hugs you as you smiled happily, showing him the flowers. You guys ate dinner happily!

#kirby #Kirby! reader #Kirby x reader #hazbin hotel x Kirby #hazbin hotel x kirby! reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel x platonic!reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #sir pentious #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #crossover #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin x you

[yostresswritinggirl]

That Loud House

pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly

words -> 2,574 words

An architect, a scribe, and a prodigal drop out walked out of a house. Somehow they all fell in love, even tho they don't look like it when they're outside. (next)

As a local citizen in Sumeru City, you must have heard about that loud house in the higher levels.

Infamous for reasons already in the name, it had become a running gag, transcending the foundation of the structure to its well-known owners.

The loudness of that house wasn't anything new, but the occupants and its most recent addition made the legendary house ever so entertaining than annoying. Their names known far and wide, even touching the desert with gossip.

Out comes Alhaitham, the grand Scribe of the Akademiya holding himself to such high regard as both the lunatic and the savior of all of Sumeru.

Next leaves Kaveh with a bit more pep in his steps, so uncharacteristic of the Master Architect when he's frequently whining about his living conditions and roommate.

And last but never ever least exits you, gently closing and locking the door behind you unlike the first two to leave, rubbing at your eyes as you stumbled through the streets of the city with nothing but muscle memory guiding you.

No one knows how the relationship of that loud house came to be, only that one day, suddenly three people lived there. And those three people loved each other, expressed in some way that none of the Vahumana scholars can ever explain.

How you three came to be is a very... peculiar arrangement that people could only know if they asked. But out of your trio, only Kaveh is the approachable one, and even he didn't know the full story.

The true story of your relationship is privy to only you and Alhaitham, but the man would never entertain gossipers (for the sole reason of wanting them to overthink and hypothesize). And the two had made it very clear that they don't want you to be bothered by such trivial matters.

Foundation

No one would ever believe that Alhaitham started this complicated relationship, but he did. And no one but him and his clever brain would know how long he had planned for this.

"I see you're spacing out again," you pause in your walk as you silently watch the silver-haired Scribe make his way over. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Alhaitham." The scholar easily falls into step with you as you continued your leisurely walk, consciously adjusting your hair when you realized how well-kept next to your sleep-deprived self. "I'm fine, how about you?"

You've known the man even before he became a Scribe, even before he graduated and became your senior. How your closeness came to be is already a blur in your mind, but if there's one thing you're certain of, he at least enjoys your company.

You've bonded over collaborations for research before and after he graduated. Perhaps that's what draws him to you, he always liked and supported your ideas as much as he can even when no one does. Sadly, his work and your problems kept your interactions scarce.

"Wrong, it is actually already afternoon. Clearly, you are not fine and you can't deny it now." Oh my - you gently, slowly put your palm to your face, already so done with his antics for today.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up on since the last you talked. And Alhaitham, ever so smart, caught on with the impending long talk who proceeded to guide you to the tables outside Djafar Tavern.

When Eymen came over to take your orders, Alhaitham instead ordered for the two of you when you were about to refuse the service. Right, he's a rich guy now.

"How's your research been?" And at the sight of your sour face, he connected the dots almost immediately. "Same old?"

"Same old Akademiya. They won't fund anything that's not useful or groundbreaking, and I really liked this topic, too." And at his urging nods, you went on a tangent of the curiosities you've been hooked on for a while now, another idea he approves. "I don't understand why they are so heavily guarded with research regarding the history of the desert. I just want to learn more."

"Then leave the Akademiya." Stabbing into the Tandoori Roast Chicken a little too harshly, you looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "What? If the Akademiya is restricting you then you can continue your research without their laws applying to you."

Lunatic. That's just like him. Looking at you innocently with a raised brow as if he didn't just say something so out of pocket.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?" Bingo! That hesitant side glance confirmed his hypothesis easily, there's more than just the Akademiya that's putting circles under your eyes. Even as you occupied yourself with chewing the chicken, he kept his eyes on you like a hawk.

You sighed. "Research is my only income, unlike you, Scribe." He must be paid really well for his position, after all. "Rent in the City is also rising, I have to pay that next week, too. I'm so tired."

What is up with the people his close to and financial problems? He shakes his head. "Then drop out of the Akademiya and live with me." Unfortunately, this time he didn't care that you had chicken in your mouth. He continued while you're busy coughing your lungs out. "With my income, I'm more than glad to support your research. With this arrangement, you can focus on what you want and your health as we-"

HUH?! "Shu - fu - shut, shut up for a second." Eymen quickly came to your aid with a glass of water after seeing the commotion, but as he was about to pat your back, a stern look from your friend(?) made him think twice. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes. It's quite simple really," Alhaitham sat up straighter on his seat and uncrossed his arms. "I'll be your research support, I can even help you on them if need be, and living under my roof will remove you of financial burden.

"Deal." Eymen let out a loud 'huh?!' as he looks at you like you have a fungus head. "And I assume that you want something out of this, too?"

Nodding approvingly of your perceptive thinking, his next words both had you and Eymen reeling. "In exchange, date me and Kaveh."

... On second thought, it's not just you and Alhaitham that knows the true story.

But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.

Surveying

Apparently, they were not in a relationship. Apparently, Kaveh doesn't even know about the terms and conditions of what transpired that day.

"Oh! Fancy meeting you here!" With the context, you awkwardly reciprocated the hug the architect greeted you with.

"You two know each other?" Alhaitham emerged from the guest room were your bags and items will be making home until this arrangement is over.

Kaveh, your Kshahrewar senior raised to the power of 2 was someone you had also collaborated with beforehand. Learning about the different periods Sumeru went through, as well as the civilizations of the other regions, the architect thought it was common sense to ask you for building inspirations.

The architecture was a part of your studies, right? Perhaps by seeing the different buildings all over Teyvat, he could infer his own design for his plates. You remember working on it for two days straight because you didn't want to disappoint him with a half-baked result, not when such a household name depended on you, a no name researcher.

"Well, that makes things easier then. They are staying with us from now on."

"They are?" The blond turns to you. "You are?!" You nod. "Oh, an angel descends from the skies to preserve my sanity in this house!"

You shake the hand offered to you, his smile brightening up more. "Let's get along, shall we?"

And get along you did. To be fair, it wasn't really that hard knowing Kaveh is Kaveh, and Alhaitham as his point of reference makes everyone look like saints.

However, being in the middle of these two also guarantees you to always be in the middle of their notorious arguing, even after you all settled into a genuine relationship.

"It's called a passion project, what is so hard to understand about that? Then again, knowing you, it wouldn't be too far fetched." Closing your eyes, the taste of the freshly cooked baklava became more apparent to your taste buds.

"It's not about whether this project is so important to you, it's the fact that it is missing a crucial factor: feasibility." Pulling the mug in your left hand, you washed down the sweetness of the pastry with slightly bitter coffee.

"What do you know about architecture to tell if it's feasible or not? You took one look at my plates and think you know better." Gulping your food, you let out a silent yawn as you tried to blink the sleepiness away.

"One look at it and I can see that you've put zero thought to the prices of the materials." What time is it? Maybe you can get some last minute nap before heading out.

"Why you -" Before you can register their morning argument subsiding, the feeling of hands on yours and your cheek jolted you awake.

"Why are you dozing off? Did you not sleep enough tonight?" As Alhaitham takes away the mug in your hand, Kaveh proceeds to wipe the pastry crumbs around your lips. Shaking your head, your blond lover moves to stand behind your chair.

"You told us you have an important errand today, you're gonna be late!" Then he starts to brush your hair back to style it as usual. Prying an eye open, you see a glimpse of Alhaitham cleaning up the table, as well as a hint of a subtle smile when his gaze caught sight of you and Kaveh.

Of course, if there's one thing that Kaveh and Alhaitham can agree on, it's their love for you. And that's honestly enough for them.

Structuring

Alhaitham viewed you as his responsibility in this symbiotic relationship, and when the time came that Kaveh settled into the arrangement, taking care of you became easier.

While it's not apparent, the Scribe hated seeing you stressed or down especially when you're susceptible to it than normal.

Things such as bills, needs, funding, rejected thesis can greatly affect your mental health greatly. And that in turn messes with the functionality of your brain, the same brain that he greatly adores. So with lesser jargon Alhaitham entrusted this information to Kaveh so that they both can look out for you when the other isn't there.

Unlike Alhaitham however, Kaveh's less used to your antics.

A shrill scream that can definitely be heard past the walls of the house made him jump and trip out of his bed, stumbling out of his room as he made a mad dash towards the room where the scream came from.

"(Y/N)?! What's wrong?!" Oh gosh, did you get hurt? Did someone break in?! Alhaitham is going to kill him for real this time!

Turning around from your spot in the middle of the living room, you pulled your hands out of your messy hair at the sight of your blond architect. "Kaveh? Oh shoot, I'm sorry did I wake you?" You thought you were alone in the house.

Shaking his head, his hands land on your shoulders to look for any signs of injuries. But no, based on the messiness of your hair, it seems more like an internal turmoil. "I heard your scream, tell me what's wrong, dear."

"Sorry, sorry, I was just really frustrated -" He needs to get you to clear your mind then, like what Alhaitham instructed- "Because of this stupid DIY miniature set."

"What?" Looking past you to the coffee table, there was the evidence of your frustrations. Cloth and wooden panels strewn about, and a mess of papers either discarded or needed littered the carpeted floor. "Why are you working on a DIY miniature house? Is that a house?"

"To destress." You raise your hands up in defense when Kaveh sent you a deadpan. "I think it's a Mondstadt style house."

"Why didn't you ask me to help then?" Forgetting his initial plan, he went on to seat on the floor and caught sight of the instructions page. Occupied with the interesting structure, you curiously sat next to him as he looked at the pieces. "I'm an architect, this is my forte!"

But... you're the one that's... trying to destress?

When Alhaitham came home, the house was suspiciously quiet despite having the lights open. Did one of you leave the main floor lights on by accident? Hanging his cape by the door, walking further into his shared home finally gave him the answer.

Cut up paper and trimmed fake plants scattered the area together with various small tools that he carefully picked up before anyone could step on it. There is a small model of what seems to be Mondstadt structure in the middle of the mess that could easily fit in his palm.

"This is what you two did the whole time?" But he expected the lack of response.

After all, as he turns towards the couch, there Kaveh laid stretched over the entire length of the long seat with his arm shielding his closed eyes. And there you lay on top, basically faceplanting the architect's chest.

Alhaitham could see the dried up clear glue on the tips of your fingertips.

His attention averts back to the miniature house. And that's when he sees it. Leaning down, the Scribe plucks up a copper wire with tiny bulbs jutting out here and there, with a switch at one end.

Oh. You two must have forgotten to add the wiring before assembling the piece and slept the frustration away.

Chuckling to himself, the man crossed his legs as he sat, picking up the discarded tweezer and glue. What would you two do without him really?

You were startled out of your shopping trip at the sound of someone screaming your name, followed by a person you've never met writing over to you. A mahamata personnel?

"We're sorry to bother you but Mr. Alhaitham and Kaveh -" Of course, it's about them.

It was a fallacy that everyone keeps committing at this point, believed in assumptions without evidence, but you followed the man to the destination to Treasures Street.

And when you stood in between the two quarreling scoundrels you call your lovers, the man who was hoping you'd stop the disturbance on peace looked confused. Of course he was.

After all, the arguments are part of the charm. Just because you came into the picture doesn't mean they'll stop in your presence, no, that's not your function in this relationship. However -

"I made progress."

"You did?! Thank goodness, I was worried you'll have to wait another day for dusk!" Kaveh flipped like a switch at the good news, eagerly suggesting to eat out for the occassion.

"Did you write it down? I wish to compare notes with my own hypothesis back home once we're done. When's the last time you hydrated?"

The public watched in confusion as the trio of lovers left the scene towards Lambad's Tavern, the argument turning into a conversation of jargons and lexicon that they can't follow.

It's always so eventful seeing the occupants of that loud house when they're together.

They just wish things were a little quieter.

Finally, the lesser organized poly series counterpart of CtM is here. Should have stuck to the headcanons format honestly but at least I know this isn't gonna be a one off thing lol

@ireallylikehamsters

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin impact fluff #gender neutral #exile.flower #poly kavetham #sumeru arc

[rana-tiddalik]

I have found myself stuck in a motel room, rereading the Murderbot books. I've been thinking about what we know about how Murderbot and Three acted after disabling their Governer Modules, the terrifying, paralysing freedom they suddenly experience, what they chose to do with it, and what that says about their trauma, and their experience as SecUnits.

Obviously, we primarily see what Murderbot does with this freedom. The whole series is about it answering the question of what it is that it wants, and wants to do now that it is a free agent. Its developing relationship and friendship with Mensah and the Preservation survey team. Its companionship with ART, and later ARTs crew. It finds a group who don't see it as just disposable (albeit expensive) equipment. They actually value it for itself, and are quite fond of it.

There is also the longest running joke in the series, that at any given time Murderbot would rather be watching its stories. But once we see what Three is up to in System Collapse, this got me thinking.

Three, we find out, spends its time poring over non-fiction and other educational material. I liked this as it reinforces that not all SecUnits are the same, and adds the bit of (horrifying) texture that all the Units have their own inner lives just like our favourite rogue unit.

I think looking at what they seek out when they are free also says something about what they missed while they were enslaved.

Three seeks education and technical information. Why would a construct want that? Well, think of one of my other favourite running jokes: Murderbot learns mostly everything through the media it consumes, because the Company never gave it any kind of education modules outside of things central to a SecUnits function as murder/surveillance machines, and those were low quality too. We know that most of the projects SecUnits are contracted to involve some kind of mining, terraforming or other technical engineering, science type activity. Imagine spending years standing around, watching humans do things that fascinate you, but there is something in your brain that will actively punish you if you try to access databases without authorisation. At worst, you might have your entire non neural tissue based memory completely wiped, or be scrapped for parts, if you try.

So when freed from the Governer Module, Three wants to learn.

When I thought of this, I thought about Murderbot's love of all kinds of visual media, and particularly in the context of the whole " Murderbot, ART-Drone and the gang make a documentary in a day" plot point in System Collapse.

In Exit Strategy, Mensah asks why it likes Sanctuary Moon. Murderbot's response is that it was the first piece of media it saw after hacking it's module. It let it watch humans, and kept it company without the need to interact, and the unspoken part was that it helped contextualise its own emotions. This makes a lot of sense. It doesn't have to act to save the stupid humans in the shows that it watches. It can see them save themselves.

I think there's also two further things here though. Firstly, we know that SecUnits usually have no idle time. They are not allowed to sit. Their only rest is when they are inoperative in their cubicles. They stand and they monitor. So when Murderbot gains control, it gains the ability to have leisure time. Standing around listening to two scientists argue about their xenosamples for hours at a time? Monitor the threat module in case it gets heated and one decides to break a conical flask over the others head, but otherwise, just fire up Sanctuary Moon.

The more fundamental one is a desire for art, for meaning. I love the bit where it describes how it had just hacked its module. It is able to pick up the entertainment feed for the first time, and there is this show. In its first glimpse of this trashy soap opera, it fundamentally gets art. How it is about communicating and exploring a thought, an emotion, an idea, and provoking a response in the viewer.

That's why the documentary plot in system collapse was unexpected and interesting to me. We see Murderbot really experiment for the first time with creating media and creating art. Maybe it has now discovered a freedom to create, and tell its own story.

In the end, seeing these things in Murderbot and Three make me think of all the other SecUnits. I imagine what the storage for them is like. The Company probably stores them in their cubicles. Stacked and ranked. They're kept dormant until they are activated and trotted out for the initial client meeting, like the one we see described where Mensah first meets Murderbot in the Company office. Maybe they dream as they rest. Maybe the Governer Module punishes them even for that.

Then I think of the as yet unnamed new B-E rogue unit, and what it wants to do with its freedom.

All we know is it wants to blend in for now. Maybe it has a plan, we don't know. But we do know it has a guide to hacking a Governer Module...

#murderbot #system collapse spoilers

[hallowsden]

DC x DP Idea Thing #2

Child of Freeze AU

MR. FREEZE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DAD, YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

Like

When I first discovered the DC x DP crossover, specifically when the realization sank in that Danny had ice powers, my brain immediately went into overdrive about that and added "WHAT IF DAD!FREEZE" into the mix here.

It's only now my brain wanted to expand on it.

We have the usual trope here that Danny's parents reacted badly to learning about him being Fenton, causing him to get experimented on briefly before running and later settling in Gotham. Here, they found out he was Phantom when his ghost form's appearance started to bleed through to his human form.

His black hair kept gaining white strands every day, his skin gained a paler hue with a tinge of blue only seen in the dead and the ghosts, his body temperature dropped while his heart beats were slower. Hell, he had felt some of the more subtle changes. How his eyes were sore and couldn't see properly for a week before they got better, how his ears became irritated as they shifted to be slightly pointed, and even his limbs throbbed in pain for a while.

At first, his parents chalked it up as a result of being exposed to ectoplasm for most of his life, leading to them practicing lab safety for once in hopes that these changes were temporary.

It didn't take long for them to come up with the conclusion the Phantom replaced their son and used his appearance as a disguise. At least, Maddie came to that conclusion and went immediately to dissect him.

Jack couldn't stand seeing Danny getting opened up like that. Even if he's still conflicted about whether or not Danny is Phantom or Phantom replaced him, he couldn't get the image and the cries of his son in pain out of his head. He helped Danny escape while he distracts Maddie.

Danny ends up coming to Gotham after flying as fast as he could while injured. He ends up finding a frozen place underground and proceeds to pass out as his body tries to regenerate/heal itself. He didn't notice the body suspended in a capsule nearby, having been too tired and too drained.

That's how Mr. Freeze finds him. A teen, likely 16 at most, severely injured, and surprisingly, not bothered by the sub-zero temperatures of his hideout.

I'm all for the idea that before Nora's illness came into effect, she and Victor wanted to have children. The two always had a bit of a soft spot for them anyways. (During the winter season, Freeze doesn't try to cause much villainy as this is the only time of the year he can go around without his suit. Instead, he ends up helping decorate Gotham with some Ice Sculptures and tends to entertain the children of Gotham if possible.)

Essentially, paternal instincts took over and helped Danny get better. Will he be surprised at the exponential rate Danny's healing? Yes, but he just chalks it up to him being a meta. Mr. Freeze will notice some of the unnatural traits present in Danny after all, but who is he to judge? Plus, Metas had it hard in Gotham, even if the no meta rule loosened up when Signal came about in the Batfamily.

Mr. Freeze now has two people to fret and take care of.

(Just- Danny gets adopted by Mr. Freeze, and later on, so do Ellie and Jazz even though she is already over 18 and needs to wear thick clothes)

#Oh those two? Those are the Fries twins. Guess the lonliness got to Mr. Freeze #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #Danny Phantom #batman rogues #Mr. Freeze #Victor Fries #Danny Fenton #Ice Dad meet Ghost Child with Ice Powers #Gotham will definetly notice the new resident who likes to stick around Mr. Freeze's turf #They will likely theorize Danny's a clone child of Mr. Freeze and Nora #Just because he's able to walk around in the cold without a jacket #Does that how Danny's powers work? idk but let me have this please #Then came Dani who Gotham theorizes is Danny's clone twin #Dani goes by Ellie #Gotham: The Fries twins got powers? Wack. #Batfam: PLEASE NOT MORE ROGUES #Danny: Just vibbing trying to heal from trauma and debating to still do heroing yet or not #Ellie: Hurt my family and I'mma freeze you! Oh wait Danny try suggesting ectoplasm for Mrs. Fries! #Will ectoplasm help Nora? Maybe? Might take a while #Jack will come to Gotham to find Danny later after he deals with Maddie #The GIW is still a threat though #Mr. Freeze and Jack will reluctantly share custody for Danny #Danny's afraid of his mom and is sorta wary of Jack #I like to think Mr. Freeze knows german and Danny picks it up #Eventually calls Mr. Freeze Vati cause yes it would make the man very happy #Vlad and GIW better watch out #Amity Park learning what Maddie Fenton did though- they are not happy and Jack's leading the charge #Child of Freeze AU

[stromuprisahat]

Second Army disorganization

Siege and Storm- Chapter 14

One of the most frustrating and famously nonsensical passages of Grisha trilogy, easily explained through doylist approach- the author's inability to write strategy or politics and demands of the genre, requiring a weak, unfit heroine to defeat immensely powerful opponent way out of her league:

Alina: Oh no, they dare to oppose me again! :(

Isn't that why would you want to establish a council in the first place? So you get constructive criticism and suggestions to do things better?!

My objections to the notion Alina came up with representation of Grisha can't be more obvious:

Army is a structured organization. There are ranks and councils by default. No amount of ignorant teens will persuade me calling it "Second" makes it otherwise.

Any big organization has a structure. Even if Second Army were only about education, there would be councils and posts on different levels. Hell, school system works that way.

Alina: I'm gonna have the useless ones represented, because we're not doing things like the Darkling, but that doesn't mean I'll respect them myself or abandon my prejudices. Fucking nerds. Weidos...

Another YA nonsense- you cannot put people into categories based on their physical predispositions, and expect the mental ones to fit accordingly. You can have a huge, muscled guy, skilled in delicate handiwork. You can have a tiny wisp of a girl beating the living shit out of you (popular trope by itself).

Now why should sensitivity to metals get you a spot in labs, if you're a strategic genius? Or incredibly skilled, witty rhetorician? Isn't it more likely you'd be required to complete basic training to stay healthy and prevent accidentally endangering others, while being assigned to whatever you're most useful at?

And what about those weak or less intelligent ones? Are they bringing coffee and arranging entertainment?!

It also fits this fan interpretation, that Materialki are often neuro-divegent, so they are tend to be kept away from battle for their own sake.

Alina wasn't involved in practical running of Second Army before. Just because she doesn't know about something, it's not a totally fresh idea.

I'd be afraid of a girl, who almost murdered a bunch of people for asking questions, too.

At this point, I'm gonna run with the idea that all the older Grisha are torn between face-palming and silently laughing their assess off (so Alina doesn't overhear and her clique doesn't resort to violence).

“But what do they do in there?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer. “Only the Corporalki know. But there are rumors that they’ve been working with the Fabrikators on new … experiments.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 8

... and that says nothing about the field, or the little groups in noble houses. People tend to stick together with their own, when in strange enviroment. I'm sure such bonds dissolve immediately after their return "home".

I've also delved a little into the sitting order here.

A few lines earlier, Alina noted Materialki didn't show up to complain. Who is so horrified then?! Not them, for sure.

Ironically, this fits into Fabricator-brain theory linked above AND the most logical explanation- Materialki have basic self-defense training, but only those, who are able to, continue. Alina isn't particularly friendly with any of them, so how would she know no one had EVER bothered to teach them? Alright, there are none in her class, but as far as we know, it consists of a Squaller, an Inferni and a Heartrender. Not the most saying sample.

Having a third of all Grisha helpless doesn't fit into the picture of Aleksander's leadership:

“That’s what Botkin always says. ‘Not showy, just to make pain,’” I said, imitating the mercenary’s heavy accent. “Smart guy.” “The Darkling doesn’t think Grisha should rely on their powers for defense.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 17

You don't have to become another Bruce Lee, you only need a chance, when they drag you out of bed in the middle of the night.

What tradition?

This is rather well-written group of angry, disorganized people. It might start with a reasonable goal, but soon everyone talks about something else than others, and the message gets lost in the noise.

Tradition doesn't equal "the way things are done". Neither of them is the same as "the need for structure and people knowing their places". The third one is a legitimate concern, although one could argue it's exactly what Alina's attempting.

This whole scene very much reads like:

The author is desperate to prove the Heroine isn't quite useless- she has good ideas! Look! *whacks a hundreds of years old stategist and survivor par excellence with stupid stick*

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 14 #The Darkling #Alina Starkov #Second Army #Materialki #grishanalyticritical #Second pseudoArmy #S&B Chapter 8 #S&B Chapter 17 #meme #V #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo #anti Leigh Bardugo

[spiderceo]

WORLD SWAP AU

warnings: slight scopophobia (fear of staring)

a/n: welcome to my funky lil au inspired by @aerkame and their ‘alive au’. i really like the idea of the puppets somehow ending up in the reader’s world and making their life ten times harder than it needs to be lol

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🌟 you were never a morning person so you always hit the snooze button the moment your alarm went off. you reached over like you usually do to your alarm clock but instead of the usual metal, you grabbed onto something soft and squishy like…felt? hold on-

🌟 you opened one eye only to come face to face with a little yellow puppet staring at you widely with a grin. it’s blue hair in your hands and nothing but staring between you both. time seemed to pause as you waited for your brain to catch up but then it suddenly spoke:

🌟 “…good morning, neighbour.” it smiled brightly.

🌟 you let out a screech that could burst eardrums and tried to put as much distance between you and this creature. you backed into the wall against the other side of your bed and just kept screaming bloody murder. the puppet was also screaming alongside you but it wasn’t scared, it was just copying you.

🌟 cut to a few minutes after and you are standing in your living room with all of the puppets crammed on your couch. they all came in varying sizes so it made their squeeze to fit rather difficult. the puppet who almost gave you a heart attack introduced himself as wally and then told you the names of all the others. the fact you even felt sane enough to sit and listen to them all talk over each other for your attention was a miracle. most people would have either fainted or gone back to bed in hopes this was just a bad dream.

🌟 for some reason, the shock of these living puppets in your home wore off pretty quickly. it was probably the idea of having to take care of them and the stress it would put you through that did it. no time to be in shock when your entire life needed to be rearranged.

🌟 none of the puppets could find a way to explain their situation. “one day we were playing, and the next we were here!” the one named sally exclaimed, using her arms expressively as she talked. it wasn’t like you were much help in this situation. you were just as confused as they were.

🌟 the rest of the day went by a bit chaotically. these new roommates of yours caused a lot of trouble. they didn’t know anything about the modern world apparently so you had to teach them like they were children. they asked about everything from the toaster to your toothpaste. curiosity was something they all didn’t lack.

🌟 keeping them entertained wasn’t a hard job. it meant that you could process your situation and figure out a way to send them back to where they came from.

🌟 frank was interested in your bookshelves. you found him reading pride and prejudice. the speed at which he read amused you greatly. they were practically flying through the pages.

🌟 you had to teach poppy how to use your kitchen. all she wanted to do was bake you a nice meal in thanks for welcoming them into your home — despite all the trouble it was going to cause.

🌟 you let julie try on all your clothes and have a fashion show with everyone. cleaning up after her was a haste but they offered to help clean up which was weirdly sweet.

🌟 wally had figured out how to use the tv but not entirely. you walked in on him watching static to which you asked “how long have you been staring at that?”. his response was “my eyes feel funny.”

🌟 sally has taken a liking to the random ornaments scattered around your house. she will randomly pick one up and come running to you to ask what it is. of course you’ll explain anything to her but it was strange that she didn’t know what a sea shell was…

🌟 eddie has started doing arts and crafts in bulk. frank said that he does it when he’s stressed. you’re not entirely sure how to relax him because it’s not like you can take a puppet to a spa or treat them to a nice meal-

🌟 barnaby has been following you around with perfectly timed jokes and sound effects. it’s starting to get on your nerves (especially when you’re trying to nap) but your hope that they’d soon return to whatever world they come from makes you tolerate it.

🌟 howdy hasn’t found something in your home he enjoys yet. he spends most of his time helping you with housework. his multiple arms and tall stature help when it comes to cleaning and reaching the top shelve. if you could choose any of them to stay it would definitely be him because he’s so kind and helpful — maybe you’d keep poppy around too because her meals are like heaven on a plate.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh #reader insert #gender neutral insert #wally darling #eddie darling #frank frankly #julie joyful #poppy partridge #sally starlet #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #fanfic

[moonflowerchanniesgirl]

My Beautiful Choice

Pairing: idol chan x ex idol reader

Genre: angst, some fluff

Warning: break up, reconciliation, overthinking, anxiety, reader does not communicate, Changbin is that best friend that is frustrated and tries to fix things. Chan overthinks too

Summary: You ran away and were more miserable than ever but at least Chan would be happy. It never crossed your mind to think...what if he wasn’t?

Word Count: 2.3k

Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them.

Part 2 to My Beautiful Mistake

Really dug through my brain for this so I hope you guys enjoyed this. I honestly think this could be better but I wasn’t sure how.

Over and over again you hit the block buttons, over and over again you had to hold in your tears. 21 people relating to Stray Kids that you had grown close to over the years. You finally went to Bangchan’s contact on your phone and as you clicked block you felt your heart sink completely. You finally let the tears fall down your face as you collapsed onto the bed of the hotel room you rented for the next few days. You had your own apartment but it was pretty much almost empty since you had spent most of your time at Chan’s dorm. His twin-sized bed wasn’t the comfiest but you two always hugged each other tightly when you fell asleep. You also couldn’t risk getting found by Chan at your apartment so you decided to hide away in a hotel until you figured out what the next step was. Everything so far was both thought out but also such an impulse. 

You knew that you had to run away from Chan to set him free but to be alone after being with him for so long, being with the boys and the team. It had been so long since you felt so small and on your own. Ever since you were kicked out of your previous company. Back then you didn’t meet up with Chan for seven days because you were a mess as you cried about losing your group and your dream at the time. When you finally messaged him to say that you wanted to see him, the two of you flew to each other and clutched each other tightly. The memory brought forth more tears as you mourned the loss of your relationship. It would at least make him happier, you thought. It would make him happier now that he didn’t have to keep his promise. You closed your eyes and hoped with all your heart that Chan would be happy now.

Weeks had passed and your heart still ached just the same as the night you left but you couldn’t afford to wallow in the sadness for the rest of your life. You had to get back to work and earn enough money to rent out your own studio now that you couldn’t record in Chan’s room anymore (a thought that brought another round of tears when you first realized it). You threw yourself into making music in hopes that if you worked enough, you could think less. That worked out well as long as you didn’t accidentally click any of the old tracks you had worked on with Chan (you couldn’t delete them, so you stored them all in a folder titled DONT OPEN). You managed to dodge all the job requests relating to JYP (deleting anything from a JYP email address without reading it) and it almost felt like you were reaching some sort of normalcy in your life again.

In hindsight, you should have known that you couldn’t completely run away because you choose to still work in the music industry. Sooner or later you would end up running into Chan or a member of Stray Kids again. Did you expect that to come in the form of Changbin and Chan sitting waiting for you in a studio at KQ entertainment? Not at all.  

“Before you run out the door, we just came to talk and get some answers,” Changbin said as he raised both of his hands up to show that he meant no harm. Chan didn’t look at you and kept his head down. He looked so tiny and shrunk down in that oversized black hoodie and perhaps that's what kept you from running away, the fact that he didn’t look as happy as you thought he would. Changbin gestured toward the chair that was nearest to you and you sat down on the very edge, ready to get up and run at a moment’s notice. How far could you really run though? If Changbin or Chan wanted they could catch you before you would even make it to the stairway. You wondered if you should have left the music industry entirely but you knew that you wouldn’t have been able to do that. Music was the only thing keeping you afloat without Chan by your side. So you could only take a deep breath and look at Changbin in hopes of quickly getting through whatever it was they wanted to say to you because the more you saw of Chan the more you wanted to dive into his arms.

“Wooyoung?” You asked even though you already knew the answer. You didn’t personally know any of the Ateez members so you thought it would have been a safe job to take but you were clearly wrong.

“We were worried about you and didn’t know what else to do,” Changbin’s voice was colder than you had ever heard but you knew that you deserved it. You didn’t dare look at Chan directly so you stared into Changbin’s eyes and saw the hurt there. 

“I’m sorry Bin- Changbin,” you almost reverted to how you usually called him but you knew that you no longer had the right. 

“I’m not the only one you need to be apologizing to, everyone is so worried about you,” Changbin’s voice was cold and you heard the slight tremble. You didn’t know how to respond so you could only look away as you pretended that what he was saying didn’t affect you.

“I’m sorry.”

“We didn’t come here to hear you say sorry, I want to know how exactly the happiest couple I knew,” he pointed between you and Chan, “ended up like this”.

“Bin, we should-” Chan started to say and you could feel yourself tense up at just hearing his voice, oh how you missed it. 

“No, you don’t get to try to wiggle out of this because I’m sick and tired of this, sick and tired of you crying alone in your room not telling us what the fuck happened.” You snapped your head over to see Chan shrink further into the chair. “And you!” Changbin pointed a finger directly at you, “I’m sick of not knowing if you’re even alive because you decided that you had to cut all of us out without explanation like we mean nothing to you. Like we aren’t your friends as well,” Changbin angrily wiped at his eyes while you did your best to hold yourself together. 

“I’m sorry,” you said once again because that was the only thing you could think of.

“I don’t want to hear you say sorry, I want to know what exactly is going on-”

“It's my fault,” this time it was Chan that cut Changbin off and you both looked at him in shock. You noticed how much thinner his face had gotten and how deep the circles under his eyes had gotten.

“What are you talking about?” You asked confused about how on earth he thought any of this was his fault.

“I ruined everything and you have every right to leave I just had a hard time accepting it,” you saw the tears slide down Chan’s cheek and you jumped up in a panic.

“No Chan I told you in that letter that I didn’t want to chain you down anymore, you didn’t ruin anything, I was the one that ruined things by keeping you with me,” you blurted everything out through the tears that had started running down your own cheeks.

“I can’t believe this,” you both turned to Changbin who you had forgotten was still in the room. He stood up from his seat and pointed at it for you to sit in, “I’m going to leave so that you two can figure this out, don’t come out of this room until you’ve actually communicated,” he shook his head at the two of you as he walked out the room. The room was silent as you sat down in the chair that he just left. The tension felt like it was crushing you but you knew that you needed to make sure Chan understood that he was not at fault for anything.

“I didn’t leave because you ruined anything,” you started saying carefully, “I left because I realized that I needed to set you free.”

“What do you mean set me free?” He asked and you finally looked into his eyes. You saw the warm brown eyes that you love now filled with pain and confusion.

“You promised me that you would always be by my side,” you saw him nod at that, “and you never break a promise…even if it hurts you.” You choked out the last few words as you couldn’t hold back the sobs. “Even if I was hurting you.”

“But you never hurt me, I was the one that hurt you,” you felt Chan’s hand grab onto your own and you felt the warmth that you had missed.

“What do you mean? You’ve never hurt me.”

“You lost your dream because of me because you were dating me,” Chan said as he looked away from you. 

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“Dating me took away your dream, you won your first bosang, you could have made your way to being a member of one of the top girl groups if it wasn’t because of me.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been holding that against yourself this whole time?” You asked as suddenly the fact that he was watching your old fancam made so much more sense. “I told you I was happy working behind the scenes and I meant it, Chan, I’m happy as long as I can work in music. I’ve never once blamed you for being kicked from my group.” You wanted to pull him into a hug but you managed to hold yourself back by just giving his hand a light squeeze.

“What did you mean when you said you were hurting me?” Chan finally asked as he squeezed your hand back. Finally, it was your turn to talk about what you feared the most.

“Remember how we went drinking the night before I left?” You asked and you saw him nod. “Hyunjin asked if you thought we would get married someday, do you remember what you said?”

Chan seemed to think deeply before the look of realization crossed his face. “I said of course I promised I would always be by their side,” he whispered.

“I’ve seen yourself work half to death because of a promise, you’ve kept every promise even at the expense of yourself and I… I couldn’t be such an expense any longer.” You finally told him and you felt a weight lifted off your chest.

“No, no you were never an expense, you were one of the few things that kept me sane in my worst moments and you were my joy in my best moments,” Chan pulled you into a hug, and you were overwhelmed by the familiar yet distant feeling. 

“But Chan, I want you to be happy and marry someone you love, and not marry me because you promised that you would stay by my side,” you tried to push him away but he didn’t budge as he tightened his arms around you.

“I felt like I didn’t deserve to say I love you,” he said and you stopped trying to push him.

“What?”

“I didn’t deserve to say I loved you because I took away what you loved but I was too selfish to let you go.” You felt his tears soak into your shoulder. You finally couldn’t hold back and wrapped your arms around his shaking frame.

“I love you Chan,” you said as you gently rubbed his back.

“I love you too. I want to hold you, to marry you, to grow old with you. I made that promise because I love you so much.”

The two of you held onto each other for dear life, both worried that the other would simply vanish in thin air if you were to let go. When you finally felt your own tears calm down you tried to gently push away but Chan let out a whimper and held you tighter.

“I want to look at you Channie,” you soothed him until he loosened his grip. You pulled back enough to look at his face, his eyes were red and there were still tears falling but he looked absolutely beautiful in your eyes. You reached your hand up to hold his face and he leaned into your touch with his eyes closed.

“We both get anxious, and overthink, but I promise that the next time I get too in my head, I’ll come to talk to you about it instead of running away, I’m so sorry Channie.” You pulled your head forward so that your foreheads were touching.

“We need to talk to each other better but we’re going to be okay you and me,” Chan said as he gave you the gentlest of kisses. In his arms, with his lips on yours, you knew there were a lot of things that the two of you needed to talk about, a lot of things you needed to make up for but no matter what you would always choose to be with Chan. 

#chan #bangchan #bangchan fic #chan angst #skz angst #skz imagine #skz fanfiction #stray kids imagine #chan imagines #chan x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #moonflower writings

[glambots]

I just have to share this cause i've had brainworms about it since I heard the song im gonna mention. this is NOT a request, just a thing i wanted to share! any and everyone is free to take my ideas here and run with em!

So, I found a song called The Court Jester by thquib/Joe Swensen, and then an amazing cover of said song by Sanguine. As i kept listening to the song, and thinking about the lyrics, it inspired a sort of AU? or something? and i've just now gotten the confidence to share.

This might get cut off or something, since i dont know the current limits on asks. Also, preemptive apology for my rambling lol.

The italics (slanty text) is the lyrics, the normal text is my thoughts.

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I am the Jester, my job's to entertain

And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign

Over all that you see, over all that you know

As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go

Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

This section is the introduction to the DCA, who notices how the Fazbear Company is slowly dying due to his change to a childcare bot from his old job, and how less and less people are coming, and things they overhear from others. This section is also mainly a flashback to when the Pizzaplex was still open.

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me

As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep

Though my exile still stands, I heard my duty call to me

Because I am the Court Jester, I've grown tired of my sleep

After all, I am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

This section flashes forward to a damaged looking DCA wandering a ruined Pizzaplex. It’s clearly been at least 10 years since the Plex fell into disrepair, due to all the overgrowth.

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man

I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride, my trusty baton in my hand

And you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you

You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, I see right through you

Mostly flashback again here. Mostly shows the DCA’s prime in their original job. With the last couple lines, it flashes forward again to the DCA’s damaged hand clenching in anger.

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls

The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall

The inevitable end that we all will one day meet

You are human, you are dying, yes know I it's bittersweet

But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat

Yes, your maker gave you time, but you've run out, and soon you'll meet

The DCA continues to wander the ruined Plex, with flashbacks to when it was open throughout.  (or maybe someone else could think of something more interesting for this part, idk.)

I was awoken by some nibbling in my brain

A single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain

That sat there pulling me to consciousness and waking soon I found

Myself entrenched in ancient earth, with roots and vines my arms were bound

And in this post-hibernatal state my mind was filled with clouds of doubt

Were these my memories? or something else? and soon I felt the urge to get out

Flashes to the DCA waking up buried under rubble some time after the Fire Ending. They are covered in plant growth, showing it’s been at least a few years since the fire.

Tearing, ripping, painful as it was

Vines and leaves gave way easy just because

All that's left in this world is decay;

Soon I knew what caused me to awake

The DCA suddenly sits up, and begins freeing themself with surprising strength.

With a newfound memory after rest

I felt something bubbling in my chest

Soon I felt myself losing control

Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul

I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me

The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?

Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft

All that is left to do is sit right down and laugh

After resting for a moment after freeing themself, they remember what happened up to the building collapsing. They laugh as they realize they were completely forgotten there, the thought nearly breaking them. The instrumental part is just them sitting there.

Oh this world that I left you in

Has been tainted by your sin

And as such I have now taken it upon myself

To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return

Oh I am making my way back I will return

Soon the people will remember the reason why they burn

And the fires in their might will start to turn

Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason for concern

The DCA decides to try to find anyone they can, human or bot, and figure out what has happened since the fire. They meet some human they knew from the Plex, and they team up. Slowly, they start telling the world what happened.

Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head!

Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!

Foolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throne

But in my time away you've ended up alone

Oh, all the power in the world could never save you now

As the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer, get ready to take your bow

The age of reason is now drawing to a close!

And now I, the mere Court Jester, will his majesty depose

I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will repose

Because I am the Court Jester, not all thorns come with a rose

After all, I am the jester, and this future I propose:

Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close

Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose

In this last section, there is a big time skip. The events eventually leads to a sort of sapient robot rights revolution. The vast majority of people support the idea, so those in power are “alone”. The ending could be either more positive, with humans and sapient bots living in peace, or whatever else you could think of.

Love when the Brain Animatics take over, it is a burden we all must share.

#ask #confessions #sunnydrop #moondrop #eclipse #ruin dlc #long ask #not a request #sfw #angst #kosmicdragon

[clunelover]

Okay so my experience today - I would say it was good, like cathartic, and I feel wrung out and peaceful now, but it was not pleasant. I cried a lot.

One complicating factor is that I am prone to reflux, and shrooms are hard on the tum, so doing more of them ended up giving me some of the worst reflux I’ve ever had. It’s still bad now.

I got hardly any visual stuff. I assumed I’d have more! But I kept checking the tiles in my bathroom, which usually become swirly and endlessly entertaining when I’m tripping, and they just never moved!

I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do, and nothing felt “right.” Like I tried listening to a guided meditation but the guy’s voice annoyed me. I tried to read a short story but words didn’t make sense lol. I wanted to fold laundry but I also really didn’t want to. Etc etc.

I think it was still good though - it made me confront the fact that I spend so much time drowning out my own thoughts. I’m either listening to something or watching something or playing a game on my phone or obsessing over what I need to be doing/staying busy, that I rarely just…think thoughts, or listen to myself. I don’t give myself much room to have ideas or let my creative brain play.

So during the trip I felt like I was making myself listen to myself and it was very uncomfortable. I jotted down thoughts and notes which mostly don’t make sense now, but I kept writing “I want to get warm.” Literally, my feet were cold, but I also had this powerful feeling that I wanted to get as warm as possible like a lizard on a rock. I decided that meant I should go back to hot yoga, which is something I used to do a lot and really loved it but it’s been years.

That’s sort of a mundane “revelation,” but it was part of a larger revelation that I am almost never doing just one thing at a time, aka I’m never really present. So, booking a yoga class is easy, I’ll go do that. But I need to also do things like…take a walk in my neighborhood without wearing headphones to listen to an audiobook.

Another cool thing that happened was, I was thinking about my family and how much I love them, and what I can do for them. Which is why I kind of got focused on laundry - E is always running out of socks and so I was thinking about how me doing laundry is an act of devotion, that allows my kids to feel prepared to face the day because they have the clothes they need (?!) …and then I was wondering what I could do for Jeremy, and then it came to me that I had been reading the book Come as You Are, at my therapist’s recommendation, to try to be more aware of my sexuality and so on. I have the paper book and the audiobook. I prefer the audiobook, but I had hit a wall because there’s a part where you need to look at the physical book to take a quiz on your sexual temperament. And so I STOPPED DEAD with this book, for MONTHSSSS, on the basis of needing to take the quiz to be able to read the next chapter. So I made myself go get the book and do the quiz! Which turned out to be like ten very quick questions on two pages, but it still made me very emotional and I was crying over it. So, that was cool - it felt like I was very concertedly breaking through something there.

So, a positive if not enjoyable experience. Curious to see if the peaceful acceptance feeling I have right now sticks around tomorrow.

#cw drug use #psilocybe cubensis

[softquietsteadylove]

I truly have no idea what had possessed my brain to have this idea, but I’m glad it did: a Thenamesh celebrity AU. Could you possibly write it? Please?

Also, your work is beautiful

"What was the stunt work like on this particular project?"

Thena shifted her hair from one shoulder to the other, running her fingers through it as she listened to Gilgamesh talk about his lengthy shoots and the demanding pace of his work. Some of his days dragged on much longer than hers.

Although sometimes she would linger around a little longer after she was technically wrapped for the day. Just...out of curiosity.

Not that Sprite bought it. Any time she got home later than expected - even if it was with takeout as an apology - the first thing her sister asked her was if she was hanging around watching Gil stunt.

Sprite was far too perceptive for her own good--the little shit.

Thena wouldn't have described it as 'watching' him. She called it...observing how a professional actor did their own stunts so well. And if she didn't want Gil to know how often she stuck around just to watch, for whatever reason, then that was her business.

"Thena, you did a little more of your own stunts than usual for this too, right?"

She inhaled, sitting up a little straighter as the entertainment reporter turned to her. "Yes, I've done some in the past. Nothing like this though. If we hadn't had Gilgamesh's expertise there I don't think we would have tried it, either. But he was beside me the whole time, and, um...I don't know, it just made everything so much easier."

"She's being modest," Gil chuckled, barely even giving the reporter time to ask their next question. "She's a natural--at everything she does."

"Stop it."

"Stop being so good at everything," he shot right back at her. She pursed her lips at the utterly transparent flattery. He pursed his lips right back at her.

"This is a great time to bring up the obvious chemistry-"

Thena blinked, looking away from Gil and shifting her hair yet again. Kingo was going to kill her for fussing with it when he'd spent so long on it just to make it look 'natural'.

"Well, she's adorable--it's easy to adore her," Gil laughed, much less reactive to the reporter's needling. This was the entire reason she hadn't done a single promotion or interview without him at least there. He smoothed out her usual frostiness, and it only helped the project's brand and repute. "She acts all tough and cool but she's a real sweetheart."

"Don't lie on television, Gilgamesh."

"It's not a lie," he looked back at her, and they were back to grinning and speaking quietly to each other as if they weren't in the middle of an interview. "If it was a secret, you're bad at keeping it."

"Maybe I thought you would keep it for me."

"I'll keep anything else for you." And she forgot the interview entirely. She forgot the cameras, and the too-warm-and-too-close lights. His hand came over to hers, both of them resting on the folding director style chairs. His fingers clasped around hers so softly it made everything else fade away. "Anything."

He already had far too much of her, whether he knew it or not.

"Ahem!"

Both actors broke away from their staring yet again, more annoyed than the first time. Gil reluctantly pulled his hand away from hers (as if the evidence weren't going to be on the internet forever).

"Now, some have wondered if your sister-"

Gil broke into a coughing fit. A very fake one; Thena tried not to smile at how obvious he was being about it. She knew he was a talented actor, after all. But he was as transparent as could be, and she adored him for it.

He knew she hated Sprite being exposed to the media.

"Actually," Gil started on his own tangent, once again derailing the reporter's planned questions and segues. And they couldn't exactly cut him off to interrupt either. "There is another secret of hers I've kept."

The reporter inched forward, eager for the nugget of information.

Thena rolled her eyes; she knew what was coming.

Gil sloshed the water bottle he'd used to soothe his 'coughing fit'. "She's a great dancer."

"I am not."

"You are," he laughed, even tapping her arm with the cap of the bottle in a very friendly and familiar gesture.

"Do tell!"

Thena sat back in her seat, resisting the urge to move her hair around again. She reached for her own water bottle; it was entirely too hot in here.

"We have this lift in this one fight scene," Gil took over smoothly. He raised his hands, as if recalling the feeling of her waist in his hands. "I had done stunt lifts for fights before, but our movement coach for this was actually a dance coach. So they showed us examples of how, like, figure skaters and dancers lift their partners."

Thena ran her fingers through her hair, listening to him describe the work of coordinating their fight scenes. The reporter was happy to get actual information from either of them, and she was happy to let him talk.

She could also remember the feeling of her waist in his hands. Maybe a little too well, maybe a little too fondly.

#Mmmm is this connected to the actors au I just did? #maybe... #yes I actually quite liked it #but you don't have to read that to read this #I actually did asks like this #pretty much exclusively #for a long time #before I started the multi-chapter slow-burn game #Thenamesh Actors AU

[katerinacherie]

You came when I needed to be saved

You brushed my eyes with rosè

And complimented me in sweet ways

You cupped my face and stared into my gaze

Told me we will be ok

Galaxies collide

Meeting again is remembrance

I drawled opening up

Fears escaped from the lips that kiss your face

You cracked walls around my icy exterior

My heart pains

I need to be defrosted in trusting embrace

Crushed between choices

My brain aches

You’re a vortex of experiences embraced

So much experience—so new in loving me

No energy to deal with my locked gates

Shudder with a chill of seeming less than

Your eyes darken

No, I’m not the same

You don’t know me and you want me

I don’t know you and I want you

Are you searching for a love to call home

Love can’t be mediocre

Entangled hearts, messy minds is soul bind

Soft kissing stealing bits of waves

Your lips soft in graze

Your tongue crashing waves burst through me

My tongue needs to taste, to steal

I need to explore your insides

To run my tongue across the gums

That hold your pearly whites in place

See the thing is I have baggage

And I’ve learned what I need

The lessons only complicate

What could be love is

Never enough and always too much

Holding you, holding me

Confuses my brain

Eyes telling more then we’ll say

You are my prison and my escape

I think too much

Sharing it all should be a mistake

Have you tried really loving

Is it always obsession with an idea of someone

The what if

The unknown

Do you see it’s a mistake

Post acting with haste

I know that my words ruin

Words

Destroy

Everything good

One wrong phrase and I’m in dismay

I put my foot in my mouth

Regret settling in my lava core

Couldn’t kept my mouth shut

You say I’m sweet

You haven’t heard what goes on in my mind

Your soul is perfect to me

And still I ask for action

Flowers

Loyalty

Gifts

Coffee

Dates

Maybe that’s wrong if that’s not you

And unfortunately I won’t accept other than

Drowning in my own trauma

I don’t want to cause you any

You say you don’t want to hurt me

You already have

You want to make me happy

Listen with intent of learning

Can I tell you about my passions

And will you love them through me

Because one sided convo is what you’ve had

I won’t stay entertained with that

I yearn for healthy, wholesome

A nurtured growing love

Do I make you happy

Sometimes

Do you miss the version of me you created in your head

Before I tore it to shreds

You only stay if you’re happy

I stay until the bitter end

#poem #poet #poetry #self love #romanticise your life #anxious attachment #anxious avoidant #lovelife #finding love #goodbye #lust #i want you #past lives #past life #soulmates #say you won't let go #say you want me #feelings #make me feel #fall #october #in another life #i had this in my drafts #bitter

[ohsotragical]

“you’ve encountered [this spell] before” (forced truth) + dorian’s tendency to drink/make rash decisions when he shares more than he’d like = This

#am i just trying to add pain to the backstory? maybe #but this idea kept running through my brain and i HAD to entertain it #also my desperation to draw dorian slouched in a chair…unbearable #and i live for making new fun outfits #trying to get better at drawing sheer fabric since i love using it on dorian #low key had to search for the exact quote. c3e2 ~2:10 if anyone’s wondering #still keeping with my notion that dorian bleached his hair when he left home idk #critical role #critrole #critical role fanart #dorian storm #fanart #cr #c3 #cr3 #traditional art #id #hopefully the id on the image works. i did it differently this time #its still pretty long i guess but im trying to get the hang of it. someone tell me if im doing it wrong #my art

[dreamwritesimagines]

Caught in the Fire 26 - Damage Control [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: It all becomes clear in the morning.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, kidnapping, mentions of sex, murder, blood. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

The road back home was completely silent.

It wasn’t that you expected to have small talk right after you had blown someone’s brains out, but you figured you would at least feel guilty, or at least the haze in your mind would disappear but there was no such luck.

There was no trace of any second thoughts in your mind, and you didn’t feel bad at all for killing him.

Bucky kept stealing glances at you as if he was waiting for you to break down crying but the thought itself felt so foreign that you couldn’t even bring yourself to entertain the idea. You followed him upstairs to his apartment in complete silence, and as soon as he opened the door and Becca entered your sight, she gasped at the dried blood on your face. She turned to Bucky, her jaw hanging open before she pulled herself together.

“I’m not going to ask, I don’t want to know,” she murmured, “Um—Emma is still asleep but she shouldn’t…see you like this, just in case.”

You bit inside your cheek and nodded, then walked past her into the apartment. After ascending the stairs to get to the bathroom and closing the door behind you, you raised your brows at the sight of your reflection on the full mirror.

Right.

No wonder Becca had gasped.

Your eyes were bloodshot, dried drops of Brock’s blood that had splattered over you were all over your face and the dark shadows under your eyes made it look like you hadn’t slept in-

Oh. You hadn’t slept in almost 24 hours.

Right.

You reached out to the soap dispenser but your hands were shaking so badly that you accidentally knocked it over instead of getting the soap in your palm.

“Shit!” you hissed in a breath and heard a knock on the door.

“Peaches?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Uh…yeah,” you said, still keeping your hands under the running water and he opened the door, then stepped in. You turned your head as he closed the door behind him, and you scoffed.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You splashed some water on your face and rubbed your cheek, but it wasn’t enough.

“Like I’m going to start screaming,” you said, reaching out to grab a towel but it slipped from your weak grasp, making you grit your teeth.

“Shaking is normal,” Bucky murmured, “Let me.”

He grabbed another towel and ran it under the water, then raised it to your face and gently started wiping at the dried blood. You crossed your arms, leaning back to the counter.

“I don’t think you’re going to start screaming,” he said, making you raise your brows.

“No?”

“No, but I remember how it felt,” he said, “The first time.”

“I’m not sixteen, though.”

His eyes snapped to yours and you scoffed a bitter laugh.

“You still don’t know that I know?” you asked. “I’ve known all along, Buck. You showed up out of nowhere that night, kept shivering and talking in your sleep. And the next morning you went on a three day bender.”

Bucky lowered the towel to run it under the water again before squeezing it to get out of the excess water and wiped at your forehead.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured. “I would’ve killed him for you.”

You knew this was supposed to make you feel frightened, or at least you were supposed to disapprove it but the only thing it did was to send a pleasant warmth through your system. It was too much, this whole night was too much and it hardly felt real and having him this close—

It wasn’t helping you to think straight.

“You’d do that?”

A humorless chuckle escaped from his lips.

“I would kill the whole world for you,” he said, lowering the towel to put it on the counter, that intense light shining in his eyes. “You know that.”

You knew he was lying, he had to be lying after that terrible break up and everything he had said, to you, but at this point, you were way too out of it to care. You needed a distraction, you needed safety, you needed—

Him. You needed him.

You reached out to rake your fingernails over the nape of his neck before you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his. You could swear his breath had hitched in his throat and he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Peaches,” he murmured, “We…we can’t.”

A small smile pulled at your lips as you looked up at him.

“Yes we can,” you whispered, “Who’s going to stop us, Buck?”

That seemed to be enough for him as he let out a breath, then locked his lips to yours and lifted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

                               *       

The clattering of plates along with Emma’s excited voice made you snap out of your sleep as you opened your eyes with a gasp. The spot beside you was empty, and sure enough, Bucky answering to whatever it was that Emma was asking him reached your ears, making you close your eyes again.

Right.

Last night had actually happened.

You dug your palms into your eyes, slipping a little in the bed, silk sheets sliding off your naked body before you groaned and lowered your hands to fix your gaze on the ceiling, trying to gather your thoughts together.

You were officially at the rock bottom, sleeping with the guy who had dumped you quite brutally.

You cursed at yourself in your head before you sat up in the bed and got into your clothes from last night, trying to repress the anger boiling inside you. You didn’t even know who you were angry at, but you were angry at someone and you needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

You zipped up your dress and took a look at the mirror, then fixed your hair and opened the door to walk out of the bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest but you bit inside your cheek and made your way downstairs.

“Okay next question, next question!” Emma jumped up and down, neither her nor Bucky had noticed your presence yet. Bucky was busy behind the counter with a plate and Emma was on the other side of the counter, dangling her legs from the chair she was currently sitting on, her face covered in syrup. Alpine was in her lap and she looked as grumpy as a cat could look as Emma petted her.

“If you could have an elephant or a giraffe as a pet, which would you choose?”

Bucky hummed, “An elephant.”

“Why?”

“Smashing things around.”

“I’d pick a giraffe because they’re the tallest animals in the world, did you know that?”

Bucky grinned, “Nope! Are they really?”

“Yes! They can be like….as tall as buildings— Y/N!” Emma was distracted as soon as she saw you and Alpine jumped from her lap before Emma ran to you.

“I missed you!” she squealed as you hugged her tight, then kissed her head.

“Hey there.” You said and straightened your back, stealing a look at Bucky. “Uh…hi.”

“Hey sleepyhead,” Bucky smiled, “We wanted to wait for you but Emma was hungry. We ordered pancakes and waffles because she wanted both.”

You shifted your weight and cleared your throat.

“Em, go and wash your face upstairs please, we’re leaving.”

“Now?”

“Yeah now,” you said and she pouted, then heaved a sigh and stomped her way upstairs. You crossed your arms, leaning back to the wall as Bucky raised his brows.

“You don’t have to go, she was having breakfast. You should too.”

“We can have breakfast at home,” you said. “Thank you.”

He tilted his head, watching you silently and you clicked your tongue.

“And thank you for, you know…” you trailed off. “For getting her back.”

“Hey, she’s our secret kid, remember?”

“She’s not yours anymore Bucky, she’s just mine,” you pointed out, your voice raspy. “You were temporary, she knows that. Don’t worry, she’s used to it.”

That seemed to make him go silent for a moment before he took a deep breath.

“Listen, can we meet tonight? I need to talk to you.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m busy.”

“Peaches.”

“I told you not to call me that,” you said. “And we can’t meet tonight, I have plans with Alex.”

His head shot up and he stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Are you serious?” he asked. “You’re just going to go back to that asshole like I wasn’t inside you last night?”

You arched a brow, keeping your gaze on him until a guilty look crossed his face, making him shift his weight.

“Do you feel better now?” you asked, your tone way too calm and he swallowed thickly.

“I didn’t mean…” he trailed off. “Listen, last night—”

“Let’s just not pretend last night was anything more than a mistake for either of us,” you said and he shook his head.

“It wasn’t a mistake for me.”

“No?” you asked. “Oh, okay. So you saw me shoot someone in the head and now you want to fuck me some more, is that it?”

“Don’t say it like that—”

“Why not? You’ve just said it like that.”

He ran a hand over his face. “When can I see you?” he asked, “Alone.”

“This is not going to happen again,” you said, motioning between you. “And honestly, Bucky? I don’t really want to talk to you, alone or with people around. I have nothing left to say to you after you fucking ripped my heart out.”

The door upstairs opened and Emma rushed downstairs, skipping on her steps.

“I’m ready!”

“Great,” you said and took her hand. “Say goodbye to Bucky.”

“Bye Bucky!”

Bucky managed to offer her a small smile. “Bye sweetheart.”

You walked out of the apartment with Emma beside you and it was only when you got in the elevator, she looked up at you.

“Y/N?”

“Yes honey?”

“So when can I see the ponies?”

                             *

After having a phone call with Emma’s hysterical camp advisor and ensuring her she was with you and your father had picked her up last night without letting them know because of a family emergency, you took Emma to your place so that you could have a much needed shower and she could play with her dollhouse. You still weren’t ready to let her off your sight, and she had missed you too much so she didn’t even question why.

You guessed it was a good thing that she didn’t know she was kidnapped.

“So okay, repeat that for me,” you said as you opened the door and Emma heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I won’t go anywhere with anyone who is not you, or daddy.”

“Even if..?”

“Even if they say they’re your friends,” she said. “But I don’t understand, why can’t I?”

“Because it’s not safe,” you said as you both walked inside. She looked up at you as she sat down in front of the doll house.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Um…is Bucky your boyfriend again?”

You frowned. “Why?”

“Because we stayed there last night,” she said. “And he got me waffles and pancakes just because I wanted! If he’s your boyfriend, can you please tell him to bring Alpine the next time he comes here? Because—“

“Em, he’s not my boyfriend,” you cut her off and her face fell, making your stomach flip.

“Oh,” she pouted. “Okay.”

“Sorry kiddo.”

“You won’t get together again?”

You heaved a sigh and sat beside her, then shook your head.

“Nope. We won’t get together again.”

“But why not?” she asked. “Did he do that bad thing David did?”

You let out a small laugh. “No.”

“Then why?”

“Because…” you trailed off, “We’re not good together. Does that make sense?”

She scrunched up her nose, then shook her head. You nibbled on your lip, trying to find the right words.

“Sometimes,” you started, “when grown-ups are together, they realize that they’re not right for each other. It’s no one’s fault.”

Emma’s frown deepened. “But he loved you. And you loved him.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I did.”

“Do you not love him anymore?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Here’s the thing though, when you’re with someone, love is very important, but it’s not the only important thing. There is a bunch of other stuff to keep in mind, and Bucky and I realized that what we wanted for our future was different and we were better as friends. You understand that, right?”

She nodded. “Like AJ and I want to be sea scientists together, and my other friend Tommy doesn’t want to be a sea scientist, but he’s still my friend.”

“Exactly like that,” you said and pressed a kiss on her head. “I’m gonna take a shower, don’t open the door even if the doorbell rings, okay?”

“Okay!”

You stood up to walk to the shower and closed the door behind you. You turned the water on and took off your dress but as soon as you did, that small stain of blood on the neckline caught your attention and you stared at it for a couple of seconds.

It came out of nowhere. One minute you were staring at the dress in your hand and the next, the breath was knocked off of you, the weight of what had happened last night crashing down on you in full force. You pressed your palms on your mouth to muffle the sound as you slipped down the wall you were leaning against, then curled up on the bathroom floor, sobs rocking your body, making it hard for you to breathe.

                                                   *

Eventually you had managed to calm down.

You had to. You knew you had to, as much as staying in the bathroom and crying your eyes out and having an existential crisis over the murder you had just committed sounded like a better idea, your sister whom you had committed the said murder for was playing outside with her dolls so it didn’t give you so much time to have a breakdown.

So you did what you had done when your mother had left.

You cried, you took a shower and you stepped outside like nothing had happened.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve been trying to reach you!” Josh said as soon as you walked into the bakery with Emma following you suit. “Hey, I thought—“

“Change of plans,” you answered his question before he could even ask. “Em, stay with Josh until I get back, okay?”

“Okay!” she called out, already perched on one of the chairs as she took out her drawing book and you turned to Josh.

“Keep an eye on her?”

“Sure, where are you going?”

“I need a cigarette, I don’t want her to see.”

“…You don’t smoke.”

“Desperate times,” you murmured but before Josh could answer, his eyes caught the sight of someone over your shoulder as the wind bells chimed. You turned your head to see Alex walk in and Emma waved at him.

“Hi Mr. Lewis!”

“Hi Emma,” Alex said and stole a look at you. “I thought-“

“Long story,” you said, “Um, I have this thing I have to do in the backyard, you can come with if you like.”

“Sure,” he said and followed you to the backyard. You sat down on the steps, grabbing the cigarette pack you had just bought from the store before you lit one and Alex tilted his head.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t,” you said as you exhaled the smoke and he scoffed a laugh.

“No? So I’m imagining this whole thing?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Bad influence,” you murmured. “I do when I’m stressed.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Nope,” you said as you took another drag and watched the smoke trail in the air, “Not really.”

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

You shook your head, turning the cigarette between your fingers. He heaved a sigh, leaning back to the wall.

“I can’t – meet with you tonight,” you managed to say. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bail on you at the last minute but um… it’s a family thing.”

“Of course, no I mean—“ he said quickly, “Don’t worry about it. Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shook your head, keeping your gaze on the smoke.

“You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh, then cleared your throat.

“I realized something last night,” you murmured and he sat on the other step, looking at you.

“Oh? What is it?”

“Bucky was right.”

His brows pulled into a frown. “What?”

 “It’s not going to go away,” you murmured. “There was this one time he told me, if it didn’t go away for almost a decade it was there to stay. I mean granted it’s not right on his part but I think on my part… I don’t think I’m ever going to get over that relationship.”

“Y/N, of course you will—“

“No,” you said. “You don’t get it. I’m not talking about never being with someone, of course I will be with someone. I’m not going to mourn after that asshole forever but…” you trailed off and he took a deep breath.

“It’s still new,” he said. “This whole break up.”

“That’s not the problem, Alex.”

“It is,” he said softly. “It’ll take time but you’ll see.”

“I don’t think you understand.”

“Why don’t you explain it to me then?” he asked. “We can have a solution together.”

“There’s no solution,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s just, no matter how much I hate him, no matter how terribly he broke my heart, he’s still the only person—” you stopped yourself and a sad smile appeared on Alex’s lips.

“He’s still the only person you see yourself with?”

“I don’t see myself with him.”

“Then?”

“It’s worse than that,” you said. “He’s not the person I see myself with, but he’s the person I turn to when something bad happens.”

Alex swallowed thickly. “It’s not going to last forever.”

You turned the cigarette between your fingers.

“I think it will,” you said. “I think we messed each other up so badly that it’s here to stay. It’s never going to go away, this whole thing—“ your voice cracked but you cleared your throat, biting inside your cheek to get a grip.

“I’m—I’m fucked up, Alex.”

“Hey,” he pushed your shoulder with his in an attempt to cheer you up. “You look fine to me.”

A hysterical burst of laughter escaped from your lips and you sniffled, then took one last drag before you exhaled the smoke.

“I’m not though,” you managed to murmur as you kept your gaze on the smoke, the lump in your throat making it harder for you to swallow. “I’m really not fine.”

Chapter 27

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine

[shoezuki]

piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent

#mcyt #dream smp #philza #technoblade #ranboo #long post #borealis #if this is tagged with anything fucking weird in any which way i will go on a rampage i swear to god #but anyways. help. #this ran so far #idk should i put it under a readmore?? i hate those things #dont like how they break up text #but this is #long as hell kalskhg

[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!!

Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

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[honeyabyss]

Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

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