#fuzzy sweater time with Satan :)

[minniesmelody]

Hi it's my birthday ( I know, that last thing I said is not that important ) , but I love your fan fic, especially if they all have Gareth as the main protagonist, I would like to know how is Gareth socializes with a girl, who tries to get friends on her first day of school , girl of which no one takes importance because that typical nerd , as Gareth would approach her to strike up a conversation with her.

First impressions

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Gareth Emerson x Fem! Nerd!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: first day of school in the town of Hawkins was many things, Y/n never expected a warm welcome by curly headed boy to be one of them.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀: pure fluff. Some cussing but very little.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Gareth

𝗔/𝗻 : happy birthday my love! I can absolutely write about that and thank you for your kind words! I hope today treats you good and hope most of your birthday wishes come true, with love- 🐭🎀 x

It was a normal boring school day. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud, one of the worst days of the week if you ask me, and the fact that-

“Gareth, hey Gareth” Jeff said to me as he caught up with me, as I walking to first period, it’s too damn early for this.

“Yeah man, what’s up?”

“Did you see the new girl?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

New girl? Who? What? Where? Huh?

“Wait- have you not seen her yet? She is in the same grade as you dude, she made quite the first impression” Jeff said, a small fit of giggles escaping him afterwards.

“What do you mean quite the first impression?” I asked.

“She tripped on the stairs and fell on top of Carver when she first walked into the door, I kinda feel bad cause she did sorta embarrass herself not even a whole Minute of into the school” Jeff explained to me.

Yeah no that does sound kinda bad.

“Well this is my class, see you at lunch” Jeff said as he parted ways with Gareth.

Gareth soon reached the math classroom which was assigned his first period and took his usual seat in the back row. Class had started, usual boring nonsense of numbers and symbols filling his ears. All of that was interrupted though when someone had entered the classroom.

“I’m sorry but is this classroom B29?” The person said, voice belonging to a girl.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/n, the new transfer student, got lost is my guess in why you are late to my class?” The teacher asked her.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“Yes well, welcome to Hawkins high Y/n, please take a seat somewhere, I was just recapping everyone on how to get the area of a triangle”

I slowly looked around me…damn…the only place left to sit was next to me in the back row. She spotted the seat and took it, slowly sitting down and get trying to get comfortable.

Her outfit was simple, jeans with a red fuzzy cotton sweater and a pair of converse. She had managed to make something so simple look absolutely amazing.

I had caught myself staring, only because she must have felt my eyes burning onto her that she turned her head towards me and shot me a small smile.

Time felt like it froze, like If the world had become Ice.

I didn’t even give her a smile back, just quickly whipping my head back to the chalkboard and trying my hardest for the entire period to keep it that way.

That was the first time I saw her.

The next time was 3rd period, science.

And of course, Mrs. Smith, had placed us next to one another.

We didn’t say anything to one another. But during the class I frequently looked over and watch her. She was doodling in her note book for most of class, different things from stars, to planets, and she even drew a perfect detailed picture of a light saber. What I didn’t expect her to draw next was little dice, mostly D20s, and then it donned on me.

‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, this girl likes dungeons and dragons. I’ve never met a girl who likes the game, most girls wouldn’t call it a satanic game, the game of the devil in other words. But this girl…not her.

That was the second time I saw her that day. The next was last period. I hadn’t seen her in the cafeteria at lunch, if I did maybe I would have picked up the courage and introduced myself but she wasn’t there, so I didn’t get the chance to.

Last period was P.E, my least favorite class. Coach had given us a free day to do whatever we liked in the gym, I looked over and saw her take that opportunity to go and sit behind the bleachers.

Not very athletic huh? It’s okay, I’m not either. That being one the main reasons why I failed P.E, everyone else ended up with 80s and 90s, while I was stuck between 50s and 60s. But that’s not important right now.

I decided this would be a open chance to introduce myself, so I slowly followed her, stopping a few times along the way to make sure coach or no one else saw me.

There she was, sitting there, a book sitting in her hand, sitting crisscrossed on the floor underneath a bleacher.

She looked so…calm. So care free. Like she was in her own bubble or world, one that included only her and her thoughts. The sight was almost an-

“You know I can see you right?”

My head shot up, I wasn’t expecting her to say something, let alone say something without even looking up, without taking her eyes off the book.

“I- uh- I’m- I just-“

Good job Gareth. Stuttering and making a complete fool out of myself was most definitely the best way to go.

She finally looked up. Her eyes burning into my own. Her eyes were beautiful.

“Hi” she said, a small smile forming on her lips “I’m Y/n”

Y/n. Why did it sound so…good? It definitely fit her. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess.

“I’m uh- I’m Y/n….WAIT NO..I’m sorry you are

y/n, I’m um…I’m Gareth…”

Good. Fucking. Job. Gareth. Emerson.

“Nice to meet you Gareth” she said with a small giggle.

How did my name sound so good from her? I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much in my life.

I looked down and there sat the book she was reading, it was a Dungeons and dragons guide.

She followed my eyes, hers landing back on the book.

“Dungeons and dragons huh? You play?” I asked her.

“No but I always wanted to play, most people aren’t fond of the game so no one really is up to play”

“Hellfire” I said as soon as she was done saying what she needed to say.

She gave me a puzzled look “sorry?”

“I uh- hellfire, it’s the club I’m in, we play it, Eddie our DM, I could ask him if he could consider you joining” I offered

She just gave me the warmest smile I’ve ever seen “I’d like that”

I knew after that I would try my best to make her feel as welcomed, excepting, and loved to the best of my abilities.

Promise.

#stranger things #hellfire club #gareth emerson #stranger things imagine #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader #dungeons and dungeons #dungeons and dragons #nerdy!reader #gareth the great #minnie speaks🐭🎀 #pls i love this request #hawkins high #corroded coffin #unhealthily obsessed with this man

[the-blind-assassin-12]

🎁🎁🎁 Static and Snow

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE 

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone! I posted briefly about this earlier today, but I have been sneakily working on some drabbles as gifts for the holidays, and since it’s officially December now, I am going to start putting them under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3 

Gift Tag: @insomniamamma - Who had this to say when I asked “Ezra or Nico” -  “Ok, SATAN! Seriously, this may be the hardest ask I've ever gotten.” - In the end, though, the answer was Ezra, and I chose the prompts fuzzy socks, books & silence to go along with him. J, your Prickle AU is one of my very favorites. Thank you for sharing it - along with all of your other incredible writing. Wishing you a very happy holiday season - I hope you enjoy your sneakret santa gift!! 

WC: 1,238 

Warnings: none. it’s a fluff. 

Ezra sits in the oversized armchair in the corner with his book propped in his lap, lips parted and brow creased in concentration as he reads some novel about Ephratian pirates and a Karoclan warrior. He only started it that morning, plucking it from one of the bungalow’s teeming shelves, but he’s already more than half-way through it. Occasionally the phantom fingers of his right hand twitch when it’s time to turn the page. Despite nearly two years passing since he parted ways with the limb, he still has urges to use it. 

I wonder if that sensation will ever fade away completely or if I’ll be forced to fight it off forever.

He does his best to ignore it for now, reaching - still a little clumsily - with his left hand to slip a finger beneath the sheet of paper so he can flip it and continue to read. But before he can submerge himself in the story once more, the crunchy sound of static cuts through the music playing softly in the background - old holiday tunes he hasn’t heard in decades suddenly tinged with crackling white noise. 

Must be the weather, he muses. The snow had finished falling a few hours ago, but the temperature continued to plunge, freezing signal towers and satellite dishes, muting the world with cold. Ezra shrugs more deeply into the thick brown sweater he wears. He prefers to be warm. Prefers Lao and the Ephrate and even Central to anywhere where he has to layer up against the chill. He’s spent too much time in bulky suits, worrying about what could happen if the fabric were to tear to be comfortable this bundled up. 

If he had his druthers, he’d much rather be bathing his bare skin in the rays of whichever star was on the rise in Kamrea.

The song on the radio cuts in and out so much that he can’t even tell which one it is anymore. With a sigh, he tucks his bookmark - a tattered ticket stub from his first Cirian Prime shuttle flight, the one where he met you - against the spine to hold his place, and sets the book down to deal with the frost ridden radio. “Think it’s time to-” 

His words melt on his tongue as he looks up though, the sight across from him making him forget about the cold entirely. Oh, Kevva. I’ll never understand how or why a man like me stumbled upon luck like this but I am not fool enough to question it. 

You and Cee had both fallen asleep on the couch, the girl’s head tilted close to your shoulder but not quite resting on it, a heavy orange blanket tossed over the two of you, and your books discarded in your laps. There is one tufted ottoman that both of you share, the two of you wearing matching pairs of fuzzy Cardovian wool socks to cover your feet, yours crossed at the ankles and Cee’s flopped outward. She has her hood pulled around her ears so that only a few strands of her blonde hair are visible around her cheeks, still reddish pink from the time spent outside earlier, when she’d been in pure awe of the icy wonderland around her. 

You gave this to her, Comet. Ezra’s eyes shift over to your face and his chest swells as he thinks back to the night when you first brought the trip up. 

“What about Itho?” You’d asked the question one night while you and Ezra finished dinner in your small apartment. 

He’d narrowed his eyes as he chewed, consciously telling himself to pick up his napkin with his left hand instead of his absent dominant one. His eyebrow quirked up as he finally succeeded in wiping his mouth without issue. “Itho?” You nodded as he swallowed and tried to figure out where you were headed. “I don’t know, Comet, what about Itho?” 

“Well,” You bit your bottom lip and set your fork down on the edge of your plate. “What if we… the three of us… what if we spend Cee’s winter break on Itho? I have some banked shuttle credits we can use for the trip, and Dezi already said she’d trade routes with me so I can have the whole week off. Her brother knows someone we could rent a bungalow from and...” You shrugged. “What do you think?”  

He dropped his napkin back to the table and reached across it for your hand, your fingers sliding easily between his. Speaking your name, he gave you a squeeze. “Are you sure you want to-”

“Ezra.” You cut him off with a laugh and a shake of your head, lifting his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I’m sure. She’s gonna be sixteen soon and she said that she’s never seen snow, and-” 

He got up from his seat then, walking around the small table to pull you to your feet and against his body, a startled sound escaping you as he wound his arm around your torso. “I think Itho sounds perfect.” Dropping his lips to the top of your head, he smiled into your hair. “Birdie is going to be thrilled when you tell her.”   

He rises slowly from his seat so he doesn’t wake either of you, and turns to switch the radio off. The silence of the settled storm rushes in to fill the room, but he doesn’t seek to fill it immediately like he once might have. Getting used to the quiet is like getting used to the loss of his arm - on the Green, silence is deadly. If nothing comes in through the comms but static, it means that he’s on his own. But as he looks across the small room and sees the two people he cares about most in the universe, as he listens to the silence that acts like an extra blanket over everything, he sees that that isn't the case. 

He’s known it for some time now, but this trip - ice and all - seems to solidify it in ways he can’t quite explain. I love you, Comet. And Cee does, too. 

Cee’s book finally slips from her slack grasp and hits the carpeted floor with a muffled thunk that she sleeps through. The slight disturbance is enough to make you stir, though, your eyes fluttering open as you inhale through your nose. You smile down at the girl beside you before looking over at him, cheeks rising higher as your sleepy smile spreads. Clearing your throat, you carefully untuck yourself from the blanket and shuffle the few steps to where Ezra is still standing, your socks picking up a charge from rubbing against the carpet. You rise on your toes to bump your nose against his, a little zap of electricity where your skin touches his. “Bed?” 

It’s just one word but it reaches down into his chest and swirls around his heart. It’s just one word and it’s one you utter to him almost on a nightly basis back home. But it’s one he knows he’ll never tire of hearing, one that gives him a sensation he knows with certainty will never fade. 

He looks into your eyes as you bring one hand up to card through his hair, combing the increasingly shaggy locks back and away from his face, and he nods before kissing your palm. “Bed.”

.

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#sneakret santa 2022 #ezra x female reader #ezra (prospect) x female reader #ezra (prospect) fic #ezra x you #ezra x reader #ezra (prospect) #cee (prospect) #happy holidays!! #static and snow #pedro pascal character #pedrostories

[darkleysgarden]

Without You

Written August 16th (Posted November 12th)

Warnings: Self-harm, relapse, abuse, victim/self-blaming, offense term used for somebody who self-harms

Pairing: Satan and Mammon

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1294

Summary: Satan's boyfriend breaks up with him and he's not having a good time.

After a relapse, Mammon finds him and helps him out.

"I'm sorry, but I can't keep doing this."

"W-what? Why!?"

"Don't make me laugh. You're just trying to get attention and you know it!"

"What are you talking about? I wasn't trying to do anything like that!"

"All your problems and issues, you cause those on your own.

Stop resenting Lucifer. Stop being a disgusting cutter. Stop coming to me with all your issues!"

"I thought I could t-trust you..."

"I guess you really are as dumb as I thought. Instead of burying your head into books and schoolwork, try learning a thing or two about the real world."

He laid there, crying into his pillow.

How could he? He'd given him everything.

No... he couldn't be blamed for this. He was at fault.

Satan knew what happened. What caused all of this.

It was stupid. A stupid mistake.

"Oh come on... you always keep your sweater on. I want to see the rest of your beautiful body."

"Please... can I keep it on? I don't know if I'm comfortable having it off."

"Why not? Are you not comfortable with me? Do you not like me enough?"

"No, no, I do love you. I want to continue. It's fine. I'll take it off."

......

"Satan, honey, why do you have these cuts on your arms?"

"Oh... I- well...."

Stupid. He should've just kept it on. Then he wouldn't hate him. Then he would still have his comfort. Still have his love.

He did love him, right?

Sure, he never said it back. But....

He still loved him.

Surely he was grieving the loss of Satan the same.

They did love eachother.

He started to sob.

Why did he leave him?

Who is he kidding. This is all his fault.

He was right. Satan was at fault. He shouldn't have been so stupid.

He stood up, shaking. He brought his hand up to his eyes, wiping the tears.

It was to no use. Sobs were raking his body. Tears were pouring from his eyes.

His legs shook before buckling underneath him.

He sunk to the floor in a sad pile.

cutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcutcut

This overwhelming urge overcame him.

He couldn't do this. He had to.

He ripped open his drawer, searching for anything sharp he could find.

Nothing. He stumbled backwards. Somewhere else. He'd find it.

In his panic, he knocked over a stack of books that fell on top of him.

Book after book hit him. Why'd he stack them so high?

He brought his hands to cover his head. The pain was relieving, but not enough.

He kicked away the books on the floor. He didn't even care about ruining their quality in this haze he was in.

Another drawer, at the bottom sat the thing he desired.

A pair of scissors.

He opened them to their full potential, hand clamping down onto the blade.

Blood ran down his left hand. The edges of the blade coming down onto his right.

His sweater sleeve was pulled up to his elbow. Scars littered the surface. Years of pain and suffering enflicted onto his arm.

He cut wildly. Blood oozing from the cuts that were too deep for his own good.

He was in a complete haze. Nothing registering other then the sensation of blood running down his arm.

He was right. He is just a disgusting cutter. Here he is, cutting himself over this stupid inconvenience.

The edges of his eyesight went blurry. His head was fuzzy. Mind blank as he blindly cut.

A sudden hand on his shoulder made him drop the blade.

His sobs increased ten fold.

"...tn......at....s...."

He dug his nails into his arms, only for them to be pulled off.

Satan couldn't pay attention, "No no no no no no no!"

Hands held his own. Part of him wanted to imagine he was still here.

Instead of disgust, warmth radiated from him. He was back. He regretted breaking up.

He threw himself into the arms of the man infront of him, "Babe I missed you!"

He gripped so tight. To the point that he was almost harming the other, "Please never leave again. I don't think I could handle it."

His hands ran through his hair, "Satan, what are you talkin' bout? I never left ya?"

Pain and realization shot through his entire form. This was Mammon. He wasn't here.

Forcefully, he threw himself back.

He risked a glance at his older brother. He was kneeled in front of the fourth born, arms out, ready to help. A strong look of concern painted his face.

No.....

He wasn't back. He left him. He would never be coming back.

Mammon spoke again, "Satan, I need ya ta breath, Kay?"

He concentrated, matching his breathing to the second borns.

"Can I move ya to the bathroom? Ta clean yer wounds?"

"No!"

He shot up. Mind clearing at that.

He couldn't clean them. The pain was grounding him.

".....How bout I bring the supplies here?"

He frantically shook his head, "I wan' keep the pain."

Mammon stayed silent for a moment, "Tan, I gotta clean them. I don't want ya ta bleed out. You’ll get an infection."

His brother was concerned. Really, truthfully, concerned.

It wasn't like the lies of his boyfriend. (Or ex, but he wasn't in the right mind to be saying that yet.)

He slowly nodded, "Okay."

Slowly, his sobs turned to sniffles. Mammon retrieved the necessary supplies.

He flinched at the alcohol, but allowed it.

Mammon cautiously spoke, "Do ya wanna talk bout it? Tell me who you thought I was?"

All he could manage was a shake of his head.

His hand and arm were wrapped in bandages. Mammon's hands were gentle the entire way through.

Exhaustion crept over him. The past adrenaline no longer effecting him.

No longer caring, he sunk into Mammon's arms, conscience slowly fading.

His vision went black as he fell asleep.

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Mammon felt like he failed as an older brother.

How did he miss this? His brother was hurting so much and he had no idea.

And who was he talking about? Was it their fault? Did they lead him to this?

He had said 'babe', was a lover involved? Mammon didn't even know he was dating. Heck, even open to the idea of it.

Satan slept in his arms. His face still looked tense, even in his sleep.

He was always like that. He never looked relaxed. His wrath and anxieties consumed him, even as a baby

That is what he was made up of, after all.

All of Lucifer's pain became Satan's. He has never gotten a break from the suffering.

He cradled him closer, pulling him into a hug.

He kissed the top of his head, hoping he would talk about it when he woke up.

What went wrong?

Should he tell Lucifer?

Satan would hate him, never forgive him.

But... it seemed like he should.

Should Satan have somebody monitor him? What is he supposed to do in this situation?

Belphie suffered from self harm years back. Beel helped him through it. They would know what to do. He would have to ask them.

But, that would include telling others. And Satan wouldn't like that.

He'd have to convince him. They needed to tell someone. Get advice. Help Satan.

But, would he allow that?

These are questions that would have to wait until he woke up.

He laid his head onto Satan's, closing his eyes.

He tried to push away his worry, focusing on comforting Satan in the way he liked.

So, just like the fourth born, he fell asleep.

Tomorrow he'd get Satan to talk. But only if he is ready, of course.

And maybe, Satan would feel better and wouldn't have the urge to harm himself ever again.

#obey me shall we date #obey me satan #om! satan #omswd satan #omswd mammon #om! mammon #obey me mammon #tw relapsing #angst #hurt/comfort #breakup #post breakup #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #obey me fanfic #fanfic

[elsecrytt]

Could you do the other brothers with visible scratches, or just Satan? Thank you. <3

I have many a WiP to get to but I did like writing those, so just Satan for you~ Satan Satan's pretty normal about it, actually. An interesting thing to note is that from the last request, most of the dudes - Diavolo, Mammon, Simeon - had dark skin. While scratches on dark skin are still perfectly visible, depending on how hard you went on them, for Satan and his father brother their pale skin makes even little scratches stand out plainly. Being relatively extroverted while still having tact and discretion, Satan isn't particularly interested in showing off. He enjoys it plenty, of course. He'll even goad you on, or goad you into it, during the act; having you claw your delicious catharsis into his flesh is pure serotonin to his wrath-fueled brain. Express yourself, let him feel exactly how intense your lovemaking is, scrape your fervor against him while he presses up against you. And yes, he absolutely calls it lovemaking. Satan is a romantic and a sucker for anything romantic. Marks left on him in a fit of passion - your passion? Hnnnnnng,,, It's enough to make a wrath demon weak in the knees. If you ever have angry sex with him he might just cum before you start. But he considers this all an experience shared between you and him. The scratches are yours to see and his to bear, and there isn't really any reason for anyone else to be involved... ...until Lucifer walks in on him shirtless. Then Satan's discovered a high that quite quickly becomes addicting: the look of shock and realization in his father's brother's eyes. Lucifer scolds him curtly for being underdressed - which has absolutely no effect on Satan, as if Lucifer's scolding ever did - and in fact invigorates him, because even Lucifer wasn't generally pissy enough to act like Satan should have his shirt on at all times in his own damn room. No, oh, no, this couldn't be simple concern or discipline. The firstborn was angry. Upset. Jealous, even. This is something Satan's always been pleased about, of course; the thought of you choosing him over Lucifer, of Lucifer not getting what he wanted, because you only want him. You want him so much your touch sears it into him, drawing lines on his skin to proclaim your ownership; you alone are the master of the Avatar of Wrath, the human from whom he would accept any command. It's a nice sort of burn, when he puts a soft sweater on over the cuts (shallow, of course, with your blunt human claws). A sting he cherishes, carries with him, fuzzy heat lowering into a pleasant warmth throughout the day. Satan knows better than most how good it can feel, the ache in one's hand after throwing a good punch, the bruise on a shoulder after shoving someone down. The relieving pain of stretching a muscle, much like the rush that comes from speaking aloud thoughts held close to the chest, pouring out insults and threats to someone you loathed - Oh, Satan knows it all too well. But now, with you? He finds something he wants to know, forever. -

#shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me satan #satan x mc #satan x reader #lemon flavoured #hints of lemon #suggested lemon? #listen u know lemon has happened when u read this. its very obvious. theres lemon ok

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

The Time Of The Season

A/N: Hey guys! I finally felt slightly good enough to post this and hopefully, it does this story some justice. The wedding is coming up and a surprise or two is in store before this whole craziness wraps up! All of the love from me to you and thank you for being patient with me!

Warnings: Fluff, smut, tw: slight somnophilia, tw: slight choking, tw: daddy kink, tw: breeding kink, tw: unprotected sex, creampies (because I'm so predictable), oral sex (F receiving), all kinds of warm fuzzies (because again I love these two), squirting

(PLEASE for the love of Satan let me know if I miss a tag or TW, I try to be so hyper-aware and I miss tags all the time, I am so sorry)

The light shone through the cream curtains once again in your soft bedroom. The rays of sunlight bathing the cotton sheets as you woke up to the sound of his breath panting on the back of your neck.

The baby hairs standing in goosebumps as the hot air ebbed and flowed over your soft skin. He stirred slightly, pulling you into him like a stuffed animal, forcing his morning wood to bury itself into the crevices of your asscheeks. You laughed slightly, eyes still shut, bathing in the morning sun as you listened to the morning sounds. The birds chirping, a lawnmower in the distance stirring, along with someone hammering something down the road. It was another lazy Sunday.

Flip didn't have work, and it was the only day out of the week you both truly had for the two of you together. And you both made the most out of it doing the simple tasks you loved of course, on top of planning a stressful wedding, to which you both shoved aside for this day and this day only.

It was perfect, the feeling of him tightening his grip on your waist as he began to stir awake as well. His gruff moan in between your shoulder blades hid his tired eyes to the morning sunlight. He pecked the skin with his lips, rubbing up and down your midsection as you melted into him.

“Good morning, cowboy,” you whispered, running a small hand through his bed head as he gruffed a reply back.

“Mornin’,” he rose from behind you, laying a head between your neck and shoulder as he pushed into your head massage, “how did you sleep honey?” he whispered back, kissing and licking on your earlobe.

“Mmm, so good,” you said with a slight gasp, feeling his big hand knead your naked tit, hearing his graveled voice moan in his throat as he felt your ass push back on his pelvis.

“Is my butterfly all wet?” he groaned, his cock stiffening even harder as he heard your pretty voice sing for him, “did I not do my job last night?” smiling as he trailed kisses down your neck, running his other hand to cup your cunt in his grip, your folds completely slicked with arousal.

“Jesus, honey,” he growled, inhaling your sweet floral scent as you moaned, your hips pushing into his digits as he circled your bud with his middle finger slow and steady.

“I’ll always need you, Phil,” his tip twitched hearing your gorgeously shrill voice whisper his name.

“Just say the words, Y/N, I’ll make ya feel good,” inching his cock in between your warm thighs, his eyes rolling back in his head from the touch of your supple skin on his aching member.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” gripping his cheek from behind in a searing kiss, his hips pushing his dick deep into you with a single thrust, the feeling causing the both of you to groan in pleasure as your tongues touched each other.

“So, fuckin’ good for me,” he grunted, picking up the pace as he gripped your hip in a fervor, “I love you so much, Y/N,” panting as he kissed up and down your neck, bathing your mewls for him.

“I-I love you m-most,” you gasped, his tip gliding over your walls in the most tantalizing of ways, causing you to grip at the sheets in bundles while your mouth fell open in absolute pleasure.

“T-that’s it butterfly,” he cooed, picking up his pace again, slightly, to rub even faster on that spot he came to know very well, “you cum all over this cock,” he growled, bringing his free hand to grip your throat.

Your eyes rolling back in your head as the oxygen supply was depleting. Your moans and writhing only spurring his ministrations faster as he rubbed the spot to stoke that fire to a full blaze.

The feeling was euphoric. Your release came over you in a cascade of sparkles behind your closed eyes. The waterfall began from your crown to your toes as it washed over you in a stimulated haze. His words and actions only prolonging the high as he felt your velvet cunt clench around him.

“Jesus f-fucking,” he punched in once more, the hot gravy releasing into your hole in a flood as he gritted his teeth, his head resting in between your neck still while you pet his matted hair.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, kissing him in bliss as you felt his cum coat your walls, the warmth from the sun no match as you reveled in his release.

“Mmm, I’m glad I could help,” he panted, kissing you again, this time more sweetly as your breaths timed downward, and the highs subsided slowly.

“What are we up to today honey?” gripping your ass cheek as he slid himself out of you, making sure to stuff the dribble back up where it belonged, loving the little moans you released as he did so.

“What we usually do,” stretching yourself out while he hovered over you, kissing every inch of exposed skin and whispering pretty little things as he did so. You gripped his face after the tenth kiss on your stomach, bringing his handsome features to strike your soul as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I just love you,” whispering as he lowered himself to kiss you ever so softly, “so much,” your noses touching as your eyes closed in unison, taking each other in as best you could, his hands coming to rub your cheeks too.

“I love you the most,” he barely whispered, kissing you again, the feeling of his mustache tickling your upper lip in the best way.

“We should take the dogs to the market with us today,” he sat up, rubbing the side of his neck, his muscled back tensing as he groaned from the soreness.

“I think that’s a good idea, cowboy,” sitting up to bring your delicate hands to his shoulder blade, rubbing circles slow and steady as you felt him relax from your touch.

“Did you sleep on this wrong?” hearing him wince and moan as you rubbed the knot out from the muscle.

“Possibly,” he chuckled, “I’m just gettin’ old,” laughing out loud as he grunted up from the bed, heading to the bathroom to get the shower started for the two of you.

“Psh,” you threw the sheets off yourself, your naked form glowing in the sunlight with a warm glisten of sweat and beauty, “you’re anything but,” finding your way to the bathroom too.

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Spring in Colorado was magical. The wildflowers were blooming everywhere you turned, the smell of the crisp mountain air, the slight bite in the wind as the clouds rolled by. It was all as if it had been in a storybook. And the city was booming with the end of Winter. Shops opened up their doors, restaurants had outdoor seating, and the most anticipated market had come back into the streets as farmers and salesmen alike showed off their wares and the people flocked from all over to get a taste of the local goods.

Flip and you loved to go on Sundays. The crowds were lesser as people were in church or doing something else for the day, and the produce was fresher and easier to spot than on any given Saturday. The flowers were also to die for; the array of colors cascaded in bright pinks, blues, indigos, and yellows all over the landscape.

The babies tagged along, clad in their sweaters to keep them warm in the breeze, and in booties to which Flip insisted as their feet needed to be protected from possible injury. They smelled the flowers, sat next to the booths with their daddy while mommy browsed through the picks of the day.

The deal always was to visit every booth regardless of a purchase or not. Your theory was that maybe you’d find something you didn’t even know you needed, to which Flip always rolled his eyes at being the bag carrier.

“Honey,” after the millionth booth it seemed, “the dogs are tired and I’m starving,” he almost whined, the babies sitting at his feet with their tongues hanging out, the bags everywhere as his hands got tired of carrying the loads.

You came out of the mecca of flowers, carrying several bouquets, “which one babe?” showing him the array you had in your arms.

“Butterfly,” he whined again, sighing as you waited for a response, “just pick one I don’t care which one it is... I just want a fucking hamburger,” watching you roll your eyes at his childlike attitude.

“Honey, please just tell me which one, I can’t decide between them,” begging him to answer with something as you were starving too.

“Fuck,” he grunted, adjusting himself so he could see them better, “I like those,” pointing at the bouquet with peonies all over them.

“I knew I loved you,” smiling ear to ear as he’d picked the exact one you wanted him to, skipping to the cashier to purchase the blooms.

He took the load to the car while you took the baby’s potty, making sure they were okay before deciding on a place to sit down and eat.

You both decided on a small bistro that had outdoor seating. A less popular one so you could sit and hear each other speak while letting the dogs lay under the chairs.

You both ordered drinks and skimmed over the menu items, settling on stuff to share rather than getting separate entrees. You loved the intimacy of having similar palates, reveling in the flavors together while you discussed details about the day, the week coming up, and just being in each other’s company.

Flip had been wound a little too tight lately. Well, he always was, but it had been elevated since this big murder case came across his desk. It was a string of them, all seemingly connected, but with no real evidence to link them together.

This frustrated him to no end, tracing back and forth on the same details, trying to find any sort of linkage, and coming up with only dead ends. The most aggravating part had to be that with every step forward in the case, there happened to always be another assault or murder stringing up to cloud the evidence in more confusion. It had to be coincidental, you kept telling him when he came home smelling of heavy cigarette smoke, there had to be a piece to this puzzle.

He always got his man. That was why he had been promoted to homicide. He was a good detective, looking through every shrivel of evidence until his eyes crossed. Not leaving any stone unturned. And if this killer was to be caught, he had to be the man to find him come Hell or high water.

But today wasn’t the day for that kind of talk. Today was the one day he found solace in being in reality. That reality, of course, being you and the life he had built out of nothing so suddenly.

He silently reveled in your musings, loving the sound of your voice as you spoke of wedding details and such. He still couldn't believe that this was his life. That you were here, changing it in all the best ways. Making it worth living and worth all the struggle it took him to get there.

He drowned in your laughter, your gestures, the way you sipped on your wine, the way the lights glimmered in your eyes and the sun shined on your skin. How the curves of your body hugged the dress you chose, the supple skin on your chest peeking from the fabric, how your eyelashes batted in the light, the way your hair flowed in the light breeze. You were mesmerizing. And you were all his… Forever.

The shimmer of that diamond on your finger stoked it all for him. The whole drama that had led up to that Godforsaken proposal. It made him shudder to his core. But in the end, it settled your lives into one. You had all the strings attached, and now they were falling into the culmination of the union. And hopefully more in the future.

He stared into your eyes, hoping and wishing that you’d want more after the vows had been said. Wanting to give you everything and more to make you the happiest forever. He never had pegged himself to be a hopeless romantic, throwing more caution to the wind as he settled night after lonely night in his bachelor pad, which had now been renovated to meet your needs on top of his.

He loved his life now. Never wanting any of it to change for the worse, and he was determined to make that perfect, even if everything else wasn’t.

“You okay honey?” gripping his free hand and rubbing the palm as you kept sipping your wine, “where’d you go?” your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you watched him snap out of his thoughts.

“Just lookin’,” He smiled, his dimples coming out to make your heart melt as he put both hands to clasp yours, bringing them to his lips to kiss the soft skin.

“Why are you so perfect?” you cooed, his smile lighting up the entire outdoors seemingly as his teeth showed.

“I’m not at all,” he laughed, rubbing your skin in his to warm your hand up from the sun setting chill.

You huffed a laugh, putting your free hand under your chin while you cocked your head to the side, melting at his preciousness.

He was your perfect match. The other half of your soul. The light and darkness, the Alpha to your Omega. And he was perfect… To you.

“You are,” whispering just above a breath, “you’re everything,” the tears threatening to spill as you reveled in the adoration from him.

“You’re my everything,” his voice matching yours as he leaned over the table, meeting your lips with his in the slightest of kisses, only to be broken by the faint whimper of Waddles.

“I think we need to get them home, honey,” he chuckled, looking at the exhausted pumpkins pawing at his boots.

“Agreed,” taking a huge swig while he gestured to the waiter for the bill.

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Flip had insisted on bringing every bag in, putting the contents away just how you liked them, taking the dogs out to go potty, and putting them in bed for the night, so you could get ready to relax. You tried to convince him that you could and were capable of helping, to no avail as his sternness only made it into a fight you knew you’d never win.

So you trudged upstairs, getting yourself all pampered for bed, wearing a silk slip, and putting your hair up in a messy bun while you lotioned yourself up for the evening.

You took down the sheets, the cotton feeling so soft and serene as you flipped on the salt lamp in the corner of the bedroom, making the ambiance calm and collected while you flipped some quiet music on to set the mood.

Time Of The Season softly wafted from the record player, settling you into the welcoming bed with your book while you waited for your man to slide in for the night.

You heard his heavy footsteps come up from the living room, revealing his exhausted frame as he sighed upon seeing you all ready for him.

“Are they okay?” putting your book down on your lap as you pat the side of the bed for him to lay on.

“Just fine honey,” he grunted, pulling his boots off and unbuttoning his flannel to reveal his rippling pectorals in the soft light of the bedroom.

“That’s pretty,” he huffed, seeing the slitted silky dress you’d chosen and how it contrasted with the white sheets, “I mean you look pretty in anything, but that’s…” he trailed off seeing you push your legs up and outward to reveal your bare cunt to his eyes.

“What now honey?” you moaned, snaking a finger to open up the dress more and play with your pussy in front of him.

He immediately got down to the foot of the bed, moving his head to meet within inches of your fingers, marveling at the delicate touches you made on your lips.

“So… Pretty,” eyes growing wide as he watched your hole suck your fingers, begging to be fucked by him.

“I’m so wet for you, cowboy,” shoving three fingers in as far as they could go, feeling his hot breath ghosting your thighs while he sucked hickeys on them.

“I bet those fingers aren’t big enough for you, huh, butterfly,” squeezing a huge bruise on your left inner leg, the feeling making your head fall back as he did so.

“Not even close,” you gasped, feeling his thick hand pull yours from its spot, your cunt grasping at nothing as he marveled at your hole.

“Didn’t think so,” smirking as he sucked your digits dry, moaning at the taste of you.

“Daddy will take care of you, honey,” he cooed, blowing some air on your aching clit to watch your legs shudder from the breeze.

“I’m gonna suck this cunt until your cryin’,” spreading your folds open as he latched his vacuum suction on your bud, the cry you let out reverberating on the walls of the room as your hand found the back of his head, shoving his face further into your supple cunt.

“Mhmm,” he moaned, the vibration from his throat causing you to audibly scream as he assaulted your pussy. His other hand finding your hole as it sucked two fingers in deliciously, the squelch of your cunt making his dick harder and harder as he kept going.

“P-Phil!” literally crying as he ate you out like the animal he was, the feral noises under your slip sending you in hoards of pleasure and euphoria as he sucked your clit fervently.

Your thighs twitched and shook as he kept going and going, the grip on his head tightening as he felt your walls close in on his fingers in the best way. The damn broke then, letting out a stream of cum from your cunt as you cried endlessly on his movements.

“P-Phil holy s-shi-!” his suction breaking to open his mouth to the stream of spend that coated his face so beautifully.

“I fuckin’ told ya I’d make ya cry,” he growled, pulling himself up to meet your face, “you taste so goddamn delicious,” kissing you so hard the spend dribbled down your throat too, sending you into another stimulated haze as he rubbed his tip with your gaping entrance.

“You want daddy to fuck you?” lining himself up to watch you beg for his cock, your pretty moans and eyes signaling how badly you wanted him inside you.

“O-oh f-fuck,” your mouth falling open again as he buried himself in your sweet pussy, the warm feeling coating his cock in the best way.

“God d-dammit h-honey,” he managed to grit out, speeding up his movements after he had hooked your legs to meet his chest, pushing them towards you in a pretzeled fashion as his large frame loomed over your sweat-stained bodies.

“You’re s-so fuckin’,” he strained, the muscles in his neck along with their veins protruding in the sexiest way as he shoved himself into your guts more and more.

“Use y-your words c-cowboy,” you managed to choke out, feeling your second release creep up the more he pounded into your open womb.

“T-tell me what you w-want,” grabbing his inky locks that had since become soaked, his muscles taut as he plummeted further into you, your bodies becoming one as he breathed heavily and grunted with every stroke.

“G-god I l-love you Y/N,” he said, making searing eye contact as he watched your gorgeous face conjure in absolute pleasure underneath him. He could live in this moment forever. Get lost in your perfect screams and moans for him. The way you gripped his arms to pull him even further into you as he fucked your insides raw. He loved this. He loved you like this.

“I-I love y-you P-Phil,” you managed the words, feeling your release hit you like a freight train. The warmth of his cock gliding over your walls completely overwhelming your senses. The stars blinking behind your eyes as you melted into his body, your limbs releasing just enough for him to push your legs to meet the rest of your body and the mattress below.

“F-fuck,” he grunted out, feeling your body convulse under him, his grip above the bed frame tightening as he split you completely in half, your velvet cunt fluttering around him as he came closer and closer.

“I-I’m gonna fuck a b-baby into you h-honey,” the feral groan escaping his lips going straight to your cunt as you opened your eyes again. Your big mountain man, completely falling apart over you in a sweat-covered pile of muscle and brawn.

“Y-you want that?” egging him on as you pulled him closer, your foreheads touching as he came so close.

“Mhmm f-fuck yes,” he moaned, feeling you pulse around him, loving how he mewled for you, “I-I want you so f-full of me by this time n-next year I-I won’t be able to t-take my h-hands off you,” gritting his teeth so hard at this point.

You cunt fluttering as the sinking feeling in your lower stomach came from his words. The thought of being the way he imagined, full of him, making you want it so much more than you’d ever thought before.

“What are you waiting for daddy?” you moaned, feeling his dick harden even more as he came to the edge, “knock me the fuck up,” voice above a whisper as you stared into his eyes, seeing his release as he dumped his hot seed into your core.

“M-mother of G-God,” trying not to break eye contact as he filled you with him, the hot spend feeling so good as it coated your fertile walls to the brim.

He held you both there for a few moments, spurts of cum exiting his tip as he watched your gorgeous face smile back at him, petting him and egging his release on and on.

“Such a good daddy,” whispering to him while he caught his breath, kissing your hands as his dick softened in your pussy.

“I was serious,” he looked back at you, feeling him slip out of you in a gush of spend, only to be plugged by two fingers as he sat back on shins.

He grabbed a pillow, forcing it under your hips while his digits still were lodged in your cunt.

“You’re gonna be knocked up by next year,” the smile on your face a clear indication of how you felt about the premonition.

“I can’t wait,” a low chuckle leaving his chest as he removed his fingers, lowering himself over you to kiss your perfect lips, caressing your side, and then circling over your stomach to the point of it slightly tickling.

“I can’t either butterfly,” he whispered on your lips, kissing you again and again.

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Stuffies

PART 2! Sleeping in the Devildom!

Description: Your first night was an easy sleep, but your second not so much...

or….adventures and cute stories with a reader/MC who carries stuffed animals around all over Devildom.

Pairing(s): NONE!

Word Count: 1,615

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Author’s Notes:  Okay so I was not expecting so many likes for this, but thank you very much to all those reading! :3 I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Part One

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Sleeping in your room while several demons slept in the same hallway was actually pretty easy the first night. You had passed out in the shockingly comfortable bed after dinner with the brothers (and wow was that a crazy time, you lived alone so you always ate alone and the banter was fun to watch, but the food was weird too) and snuggled close with your Panda stuffed animal Po, rubbing your cheek and nose in the ultra-soft plush tummy of the black and white bear that was about the size of a pillow. You even woke up with drool on her.

The first morning before school you had an eventful time meeting angels. Simeon was so pretty and kind, and Luke was hilarious with his huffing and puffing, but super energetic.

They didn’t seem to mind your stuffed animals, either, which was great. You said you stopped caring what people thought, but these were… immortal beings… so it was a little bit different than normal ‘people’.

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Meeting the Angels

It was the morning of your first day at RAD and the room was full of demons, waiting for the new arrivals. You sat on the sofa between Belphie, who was falling asleep into his pillow, and Asmo, who was looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his eyeliner. Why, you weren’t sure. He looked gorgeous. You wore very little on your face, only a bit of liner and Chap Stick that was cherry flavored.

You held one of your oldest stuffed animals to your chest, trying to comfort yourself as best as you could. Meeting the Demons first was so shocking you didn’t realize how much it would have helped to have a soft or squishy friend in your arm until now.

Then, they strolled into the room. Lucifer stood to greet them, nodding his hellos, while you stared in awe. They gave off an aura that was so beautiful. Not a visible one, but it was like your soul was brighter, and your eyes were more open.

There were two of them, one was taller with dark hair, and the other shorter with blonde hair. Both wore white outfits, but had no wings which was sad. But you had only seen a few demonic forms so far—Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, his butler, and Lucifer, when you first came yesterday—so it wasn’t that surprising they would look human. It was probably easier to maneuver in hallways without huge wings or appendages like tails.

“And this is our newest human student.”

Oh, you were being introduced. You stood up and nodded your head, smiling a little shakily at them as Lucifer gestured to you. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Simeon, the angel who seemed to know Lucifer after watching how they interacted, gave you a handshake that was elegant in the way he held your own hand like you were a princess or something. “A pleasure to meet you as well.”

The smaller one, named Luke, glanced up at you with a wide grin and said something of the same, but didn’t shake your hand. “You’re so pretty! And—oh, what is that? Is that a dog? You brought a dog to the Devildom?! Simeon, I want to bring a pet, pleeease?” He turned his eyes to the taller angel and begged.

Simeon chuckled. He pat Luke’s little head and the blonde haired angel huffed. “Celestial Pets would not survive here unfortunately. And I don’t think it’s a real dog, Luke.”

You shook your head. “Nope, it’s my stuffed animal. His name’s Fido. I know, super original, but I’ve had him since I was a kid.” You held him out for them to see. He was about 10 inches and was squeezable, and you felt he was perfect to take on your first day at RAD.

Simeon smiled kindly. “He’s lovely. Do you have others?”

Mammon spoke up from his place behind you on a separate piece of furniture. “Oh yea, loooads of ‘em. The entire bedroom is full, it’s insane.”

There was a smack, then a moan from the Greed Demon. “Shut up, Mammon, you insensitive prick,” Satan spoke up. “We’ve all got our collections.”

You were surprised Satan defended you but also happy about it. Knowing Mammon from the breakdown you had yesterday, he probably didn’t mean it to be insensitive, he just spoke before thinking.

“Well, then, I look forward to seeing more of your collection.”

Luke agreed. “Oh, me too! Do you have any with wings? Like a dove, or a peacock, or what about a flamingo!?”

And you all chatted for a bit, and you felt pretty excited for your first day. You were told you were going to meet one more person at RAD, and it had you giddy. Would they be just as kind? You hoped…

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So yes, the first night was good, but after your first day at RAD—and that was a whole other story on craziness that included being overloaded with information on demon history and new math you would probably be terrible at, and also potions was a scary subject because you immediately thought of Harry Potter, and not to mention the many, many demons looking at you and probably wanting to either eat you or kill you—you just could not shut your eyes the second night.

It was past 11pm, the second day of school was tomorrow, and you had to get a good night’s sleep. It was obvious Lucifer demanded good grades from everyone. Sleep was an important part of that.

Maybe an almost midnight snack would help?

So you got up, put on a sweater over your long sleeved pajamas because it was pretty cold here at night, put your fuzzy pink slippers on, tucked Po under your arm, and went down the hallway as quiet as a mouse. You had a surprisingly good memory of places, and mazes were easy for you, and seeing as this house was a maze you found the kitchen quick.

You poured yourself a glass of milk—it looked like milk, and smelled like it, so you prayed it was milk—and sat on the barstool drinking it. Warm milk would be better, or tea, but you didn’t want to open cupboards and have anything bang or start the oven or stove, it looked way different from the ones at home.

There was a flickering of light in the corner of your eyes. You followed it to a room with books stacked high along the walls, and a couch and chairs around a fire going all by itself with brick towering above. Magic, perhaps, kept it burning.

The couch facing it directly was cozy looking so you sat on it, and sipped your milk staring into the hearth. Fire danced in your eyes and it hypnotized you. The warmth was great, and cascaded over your body like you were sunbathing. You liked the sun but heat without light was better, and this was perfect.

You found your eyes shutting and quickly placed Po beneath your head and yawned. Then you drifted into dreamland for a while, the heartbeat of the fire lulling you.

A soft touch on your body woke you up from slumber. The fire was blocked by a body, and your eyes opened and you glanced up to see Belphegor with his own black and white companion, his pillow, and noticed a blanket thrown over your body.

“The fire goes out at 4am, so you’ll get cold,” he said monotonously, then went to the next couch over and copied your position of laying on your side cuddled to your panda stuffie but him with his pillow instead, and you watched as he transformed in the blink of an eye. He was like a cow-hybrid, and had the tail just like one. He also had curled up horns, and you remember seeing those on other transformed demons. Was that a trait they all had?

His eyes glowed purple when he looked at you, mesmerizing like the fire but in a different sense. “Sleep, it’s late,” he said, curling his tail over himself like a small blanket.

And you did sleep, sort of instantly, too, the Sloth Demon following suit. It was probably one of the best nights of sleep you had in a long time.

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“Aahhh~~ So cuuuteee!!”

The sound of photos being taken from a phone, and the squealing, woke you up. It felt too early, and you groaned, pressing your entire face into Po. “Uhhh, noo mom, please turn off the lights,” you begged.

A soft coo, then a poke to your cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s time to get up, although I hate to move you looking so darn adorable.”

You blinked away sleep and groaned, rolling your head back to see Asmodeus standing over you, dressed for the day in his uniform, and his D.D.D in hand, and still snapping pictures of you with it.

You covered your face with one hand. “No, stop,” you sleepily pleaded. “Too early, ‘m ugly.”

He shushed you and tapped your hand until it moved, and giggled when you cried as he took another picture. “You’re second to me in beauty, darling, don’t say such things! You and your cute little stuffed Panda bear, this is Devilgram worthy~”

There was a soft chuckle, and you shot your head over to see Belphie laughing at your face. “Beware, Asmo will post that almost instantly.”

“Already done!” the Lust avatar declared. “You’re famous, my dear~” he winked.

“You guys are so mean,” you pouted, shoving your face into Po. But little did they know, you were smiling the entire time.

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Fall Head cannons

Lucifer

A hidden Pumpkin spice hoe

He stocks up on pumpkin spice and apple spice coffees and teas

Diavolo gave him a bag from the human realm years ago and he has been hooked ever since

Will deny deny DENY that wonderful fall smell is coming from his office

Has a favorite pair of fall sweat pants. They are ratty and have a few holes but are sinfully soft and cool. Only wears them when he is in his private study.

Mammon

Actually loves the human fall season

He loves the crispy leaves and the bite of winter on the air the most though

Likes to take walks in parks and the like to enjoy some time alone

He is a huge apple fan. Will treat himself to hot apple cider and fresh apple cake donuts when topside

Modeling during this time is his favorite. The colors accent his skin tone so well. Always makes more during this time.

Weirdly has a great eye for fall wreaths. He makes them sometimes as gifts or to make a quick buck

Leviathan

LIMITED EDITION FIGURES

He is stoked for the fall sales and new releases

He is the worst with playing holiday music. He has his playlist on lock and repeats it nearly every day

He doesn't like going outside during this time. It’s too cold for this boyo.

Like the youngest brother, he brings out his stockpile of pillows for his tub

Has a couple of heat lamps he brings out during this time.

A very cozy fall snake boi

Satan

The unapologetic fall thot. Flaunts it just to annoy Lucifer.

Cozy sweaters with cat designs? Check. Hot coffee (pumpkin spice)? Check.

He can be found in the human realm at whatever local bookstore has tickled his fancy that year.

He loves the smell of fall and the fall fairs that happen during this time

Loves the evening hayrides too

Asmodeus

Fall? Fuck yes.

Fall makeup palettes are his jam.  And the seasonal nail polish? Yass

Oversized sweaters and patterned leggings are his go to

The cold is bad for your skin though:(. He stocks up on moisturizers and face masks. All fall-themed of course

His devilgram is absolutely poppin for the holidays

Beelzebub

Food holidays? Food holidays. He’s sold on all of this

Find him in his room doing a Food Network marathon.

Loves all the seasonal treats and family-oriented holidays

Favorite thing it do though is collect mushrooms in the forest. For tasty dishes and to persevere for family crafts. Gives a lot to Mammon to work with

Loves the scented pinecones you can buy at the market. Has and will eat them if left alone

Belphegor

The fall season doesn’t make a difference to him. He's cozy no matter what.

He likes how happy his twin gets though.

Will help him decorate and make the room festive. No lights though, he wants to be able to sleep ya know.

Loves shopping for pillows. Decorative or regular

Is a hoarder of fuzzy blankets and hot water bottles

Diavolo

Haha! What a wonderful mix of traditions!

Will bring human traditions down to the Devildom. Much to the chagrin of the other nobles

Likes candied apples and fresh baked goods. Barbatos has a field day expanding his culinary skills

Will try the seasonal "classics". Isn't the biggest fan of mulled wine though

Has so many pairs of fuzzy fall socks. Wears with his school uniform, don't judge.

Barbatos

The palace is never so brilliantly decorated as it is in the fall.

Like Asmo, fall color schemes just catch his eye.

Uses earthy and inviting colors. Scented pine cones (with a few teeth marks but what can you do) and cinnamon brooms are tastefully put up around the halls.

Soft greens and autumn browns are his go-to. High key watches HGTV for ideas. Is a Martha Stewart fan.

Is an excellent bartender and has made many signatures fall drinks based on all three realms.

Hot chocolate fend. Doesn’t normally have a sweet tooth but a good mug of chocolate sprinkled with red chili is his weakness.

It's a stark contrast to the usual decorum but the prince loves it.

Simone

Oh, how lovely!

Honestly is more of a spring person but fall is nice.

He likes to cook during this time and experiment with fall favorites with Barbatos

Friendly competition between the two on who can make the most inventive goodies for the fall feasts

Barbatos is good with drinks, while Simone is OP with soups and stew.

Luke

Small boy doesn’t get it but if it’s a chance to bake and show off to Michael then he’s game

Marathons Food Network with Beel and takes notes. Everyone is excited when he goes to the kitchens with his notebook.

He likes the sweaters and is over the moon when he gets one from Asmo.

Gets tricked by Solomon a few times about human traditions till Simone steps in. 

Outside of cooking he likes doing crafts.

Embroidery is his favorite thing to do. Gifts them to the brothers and the other exchange students. All fall-themed and adorable.

Solomon

It’s spooky season and he is ready to torment Luke and Mammon. For science of course.

Is a big fan of fire pits. Plans bonfires and makes sure to bring enough mulled wine (for himself) and apple cider for the rest of the crew.

Is a fan of haunted corn mazes. Are they real ghosts? Maybe, don’t worry about it

A cardigan fool and pulls them off amazingly well  

Is a hidden bobbing for apple master. You won’t win. Even Beel sweats against him.

#obey me #obey me fandom #it's fall time #wooooooo #obey me shall we date

[seancekitsch]

thinking abt the time when i was in a sorority and forced to be in a “win a date” pageant against my will bc i don’t like participation and then no one proofread my “dating profile” which was totally on them, and then i forced the organizer of the event to read out “this is bonnie, she likes itchy sweaters and clove cigarettes, worships satan, and she does not care what your name is” on a cue card as revenge while i walked across the stage in a leopard print dress and leather jacket and fuzzy betsey johnson slippers

#bonnie lore is that i was in crazy ass greek life in a state university #and i am insane for that

[oceanaestheticangel]

Obey Me! OC (Kind of?)

(I’ve had this fella ever since I was four years old and I’ve patched him up over the years. He’s now my MC in Obey Me! and I’m glad because I don’t think Obey Me! has a lot of fans where their MCs are male. THIS ART PIECE IS MY OWN.)

Name: Renamaki Tsuriji

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Indian-Japanese

Class: Angel

Birthday: February 25th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Sexuality: Pansexual

Love Interest: Asmodeus

Personality: Fun to be around, a comedian at best, a slight prankster, easily sociable, rarely ever gets angry, absolutely a chaotic angel, sweet and kind when he needs to be

Likes: Chocolate milk, fuzzy socks (who the hell hates fuzzy socks?), ocean, seashells, worms on string, sweaters, horror genre, axolotls, geometry, games

Dislikes: Extremely selfish people, hypocrites, ladybugs (has an intense fear of ladybugs), easily angered people, history in general

Habits: Eating flour straight from bags

~Miscellaneous~

Renamaki Tsuriji is your happy angel raised in the Celestial Realm under the archangel Michael. He arrived in the Devildom as an exchange student, even though he technically wasn’t supposed to be there. He’s a jokester who spews out jokes like he’s a machine, and loves loves pranks. He’s also really soft and sweet whenever he’s there to give advice (which isn’t much, he’s not really an advice giver).

~When he arrived, he got off on the wrong foot with Lucifer, due to him absolutely going nuts. And I mean absolutely nuts- joking at the first born when ordered around, not taking everything that seriously, running off to find people to socialize with, eating flour straight from the bags- you name it, this angel did it. Even now Lucifer is still pissy with him because of his crazy attitude, and often punishments make Renamaki try to push his buttons even further by continuing to disobey. I’m pretty sure Lucifer had multiple heart attacks trying to deal with the angel.~

- “What in the hell are you doing now, Renamaki?!”

- “I wanna become a sock!”

- ANGRY LUCIFER NOISES

~Due to his extroverted contagious crazed personality, he became partners in crime with Mammon. They almost hit it off instantly, and you can expect that whenever Mammon is up to something, Renamaki is right by his side. However, it’s worth mentioning that the angel loves the horror genre despite being crazy with a hint of softness, and he loves watching horror movies or playing horror games with Mammon just so he can hear the demon scream loudly and wake everybody up in the House of Lamentation late at night.~

- “Hey, uh, Mammon?”

- “Yea?”

- “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

- “Yeaaaah, let’s try to get a picture of Luci sleepin!”

~Renamaki was rather indifferent towards Leviathan at first, simply because they were both on opposite ends of the socializing spectrum- with the angel being extremely extroverted and the Avatar of Envy being introverted. However, this all changed when he watched the TSL series, and the demon inviting him to play games. Being a gamer himself, he got along well with Levi, and to this day they are actually gaming buddies. Renamaki’s cheerful and humorous personality sometimes makes him come out of his shell, which is a good thing unless if he’s on his side dying of laughter.~

- “You may be a gamer, but you’re still a normie.”

- “I may be a normie, but this boi ‘bout to slam our car into a river!”

- “W-What are you doing?!”

- “MURDER TIME FUN TIME!”

- LEVIATHAN SCREAMING NOISES

~Like Lucifer, Renamaki didn’t get along at all with Satan. The angel doesn’t like anything to do with history or any kind of reading as he prefers mathematics, which pretty much solidifies their split. It also adds to their rivalry when Satan discovers Renamaki doesn’t even bother with people who are quickly angered, and he keeps his distance from the angel. However, they do make some interaction since the demon wishes to know all about the Celestial Realm where Renamaki came from, as he had never been there himself.~

- “So, is it true that there are hierarchies of angels in the Celestial Realm?”

- “Bro, why does the sea smell like the sea?”

- “You’re not answering my question, fool!”

- “Well, neither are you!”

~Oh boy, this angel is head over heels for Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. They also hit it off almost instantly due to their extroverted personalities. He always loves to crack him up with never ending jokes, and grew a liking towards makeup despite never having really liked it before. Asmodeus takes him out shopping to Majolish almost every single day, along with constantly going to spas, but Renamaki doesn’t mind at all! It’s also worth noting that the angel always had a thing for flirtatious people, as flirts and compliments easily flusters him.~

- “Honey, come here you little cutie pie! I just gotta apply this blush!”

- “tHAT TICKLES-“

- “Oh, I know a better way to tickle you~.”

- “lord forgive me for I am about to sin”

~He was also sort of indifferent towards Beelzebub at first, as he thought the gluttonous demon was just serious all the time. However, once he learned that he cared for his family, Renamaki started treating the demon like he was his own son. It turns out that the angel is in the class of guardian angels, the lowest class of the angel hierarchy. Even though Beel is a bit confused as to why he’s treated like a baby, he doesn’t mind usually. It’s also good to know that Renamaki has stopped eating flour straight from the fucking bag at this point (hooray!).~

- “Hm, you’ve finally stopped eating flour from the bag.”

- “I FORGOT MY FLOUR EATING HOUR! BE RIGHT BACK, IMMA GET MY FLOUR!”

- “...”

~Renamaki is... not really on good terms with Belphegor, which is understandable. They’re on the opposite ends of the social spectrum, with almost completely different viewpoints and likes/dislikes, and of course that murdering thing. Almost. They both love to prank people, and Belphie found the angel amazing simply because the little flour-eating sucker defies Lucifer and gives him migraines constantly.~

- “What is it now? I told you not to bother me when I’m sleeping.”

- “Lucifer is gonna decapitate his own head because I’ve decided to litter his room with toilet paper and eggs.”

- REAL SHIT?

~You bet your ass the angel is on great terms with Diavolo! Seriously, Renamaki kind of looks up to Diavolo as the great master of chaos, and it always makes him absolutely delighted when the demon king is clapping at his schemes while poor old Luci is ripping out his hair from his scalp. If not for Asmodeus, Renamaki would’ve probably fallen in love with Diavolo. Just saying. :)~

- “I can watch Shrek in 15 seconds.”

- “Really? How?”

- “Allow me!”

~He also looks up to Solomon, another worthy being of chaos. If he wasn’t partners in crime with Mammon, he would’ve been partners in crime with the sorcerer. They would’ve been carrying out so much chaos that probably the Devildom itself would’ve collapsed into a vortex. Let’s be grateful that he’s partners in crime with Mammon.~

- “Punk ass bitch.”

- “Mop flavoured lollipop.”

- “What?”

- “What?”

~Renamaki sort of admires Simeon, and he’s known him from the Celestial Realm. These two would be talking about their memories from their home realm, and how they miss it. If anything, he goes to Simeon for advice the most, because he’s a bit more comfortable asking for advice from a fellow angel around his age.~

- “Hey, Simeon! I got a question for you!”

- “Go ahead, ask!”

- “What happens if I stand on top of a fridge to establish my dominance over Lucifer?”

- “...”

~Ultra protection mode for Luke. He adores the chihuahua and wants to protect him from the harsh world. He also recognizes the little angel from the Celestial Realm, and boy does the kid’s face light up when he notices Renamaki. The guardian angel has now two sons- Beelzebub and Luke. Oh, and the chihuahua angel is most likely scolding Renamaki because he eats flour from bags all the time.~

- “Simeeeoooon, Renamaki is eating flour again!”

- “THIS IS MY SECOND BAG OF FLOUR WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.”

- “That doesn’t make it any better!”

~Honestly, let’s hope Renamaki doesn’t get really acquainted with Barbatos. You wanna know why?~

- “Head, hands, knees, and barba-toes.”

- “what”

#obey me #asmodeus obey me #mammon obey me #my ocs #leviathan obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me satan #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #diavolo obey me #luke obey me #solomon obey me #simeon obey me #obey me barbatos

[foolishlovebugbaby]

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Summary: when it comes to you, seo changbin will say everything else but those three little words to get his message across- but you’re not complaining.

warnings: kissing

word count: 3.5k

note: it’s 4am, im sick and disoriented from all the paracetamol running through my veins, and I managed to conjure up this very spontaneous and soft and delirious piece because thinking about whipped!changbin makes me all fuzzy. the goal is to get you all fuzzy too- enjoy :) leave a like/reblog/comment so i know whether yall like these kinds of pieces <3

Changbin loves spontaneous food rendezvous at ungodly hours of the night (or, to be precise, morning), which is exactly why you try to remember to keep your phone off whenever you sleep, otherwise you’d be woken from your slumber by a persistent and whiny voice begging you to get tteokbokki and mango juice from the 7-eleven on the other side of town.

That was, in fact, your current predicament because unfortunately for you, Changbin remembers the number to your landline to a T. “Pleasssseee? My treat, and I promise to help you with mechanics afterwards.” He can practically see your annoyed expression behind his eyelids as he peeks at your window from his parked car in front of your driveway. He knows that you desperately need help in mechanics, a subject he prides himself on being unexpectedly good at, and that you won’t be able to resist a tutoring session right before mid-terms. Manipulative, but in an I-just-want-to-see-you-when-are-you-going-to-take-the-hint way.

“I’m suing 7-eleven for their 24/7 policy on the grounds of sleep disruption,” Your sleepy voice softly seethes on the other end and he smiles. “So is that a yes?” He hears shuffling and quiet groans and a fuck, that hurt, before he sees the curtains to your windows open and a very sleepy, angry and disheveled you throwing the middle finger at him. “It’s a fuck you.” He grins. “Take your time, I’ll be here patiently waiting.” He teases and he sees you hang up the phone and stick your tongue out. 

He smiles to himself, already turning the heater on in his car because he knows you’ll complain about it being too cold. He’s done this thousands of times, yet each time you protest he can’t help but find it more and more endearing- your cute whine and messy bed hair and the way you snuggle up in his car seat when you ultimately decide to just come down and get it over with warms his heart like no other. 

Thousands of years from now, when social scientists research teen slang from the 2010’s and they stumble upon the word whipped, Seo Changbin would be the prime study example because dear lord is that boy whipped for you. 

“At this rate i’m convinced you just want to fatten me up and pull some Hansel and Gretel shit come winter,” You get into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt in all your oversized sweater and sweatpants glory, and Changbin can’t help but wish he was the one keeping you warm. But he supposes his varsity sweatshirt that you wear over your tiny frame would suffice for now. 

“You and your irresponsible ass has barely been eating for the entirety of this exam season,” He pulls out of your driveway and heads towards the main road. “If anything, you should be thanking me for looking after you.” He smiles teasingly at your displeased, sulking face, and he wants to stare longer to admire your cute sleepy features and small frame curled up in his passenger seat but he’d rather not get into a car accident because he knows you’d kill him if the two of you died in a car crash. 

“You’re also the root cause of my sleep irregularities, so thank you very much.” You smile sarcastically at him, and he’d return one right back if it weren’t for the fact that he felt bad about waking you up in the middle of the night. “Is it my fault that I just want to see more of you since school’s been holding you hostage and away from me?” He pouts and sends a puppy eyed look your way, and you huff. “You know you can come over anytime during the week,” You mumble, even though you understand his sentiment. 

It was your last year of highschool and soon enough, the both of you would be whisked away into completely different lives. Time was withering away right before you- heck, you swore you just blinked and autumn was already all around you. It didn’t help that your senior year schedule was practically designed by satan to keep the two of you away from each other. But, as the saying goes, if there’s a will there’s a way, and Changbin’s got the will of a thousand spartans.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to distract you from your study time or steal you away from your family during weekends. So now my nights are reserved for you and only you.” He says pointedly as the car nears the 7-eleven too well-lit for its own good. He doesn’t notice the fact that you bite your lip bashfully at his words. 

“You? Distract me? In your wildest dreams.” You huff, lying through your teeth, and he immediately thinks In my wildest dreams indeed. The amount of times he’s daydreamed about kissing up your neck as you whined about needing to solve a Chemistry question before ultimately being unable to resist the urge to sit on his lap and kiss the life out of him is too many to count, and he coughs the thought away as soon as it comes. “We’re here.”

He pulls up in front of the store, turning the engine off and taking his keys out of the ignition. “Do I have to go inside?” You whine, reclining further into his red pleather seats and snuggling into the Totoro pillow you purposely left in his car for nights like this. He wants to say no, that you and your adorable ass can stay in the car so long as you’re snuggled up next to him while the radio sings in the background, but he’s a coward that’s not ready to have that conversation.

“Yes, now get out of my car before I lock you inside.” You pout and force yourself out of his car.

“So, is it a tteokbokki or steamed buns kind of night?” He quips from beside you as you two walk towards the doors. It’s bloody freezing outside, and Changbin notices you shoving your hands deep into your pockets as you walk a little closer too him. He wants to hold your hands, but his own reroute themselves and open the doors for you instead. “M’lady,” He says and flashes a smile. You roll your eyes at his cheekiness.

Your eyes sparkle under the bright fluorescent white lights inside the store, “It’s a hot chocolate kinda night,” You rush over to the hot drink dispenser and he chuckles at your sheer cuteness. The cashier is half asleep when he greets Changbin, eyes half-lidded and barely standing up behind the counter, and Changbin sends him a small wave.

“Someone’s tired,” He says, pointing out the obvious. “No kidding. You kids are my only customers at this hour.” The cashier manages to get out as he yawns. “Knock yourself out,” He waves sleepily. 

Changbin makes his way for the ‘instant’ aisle, trying to find his beloved spicy tteokbokki pack and some string cheese to satiate his cravings. He crouches down when he spots his favorite brand, ‘Hm, do I want it more saucy or more dry tonight? Decisions decisions…” He thinks to himself. When he finally settles on the less saucy version (of course, because practicality, duh), he sees you emerge from his peripheral vision.

“Got what I need,” You say, left hand carrying your hot chocolate while your arms hold a bag of gummy bears, a carton of mango juice, and a bottle of water while you smile sheepishly at him. His heart is screaming at how cute you look, but his face is mocking you. 

“What was that again about not wanting anything from the store?” He says smugly, and you make a face at him. “Oh hush, you’re paying for it so I thought, why not?” You defend and he laughs, making his way towards you. “Sure.” He teases.

 You stick his tongue out at him and he puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you towards the cashier. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” 

You two pay for your late-night grabs- well, he pays for everything and you pay with a bright grin and a side hug and a pat on his back (but he’s not complaining)- and he makes his tteokbokki bowl at the designated station before you two walk towards the street bench on the other side of the road. 

“Want some?” He offers cutely, cheeks filled with rice cakes as you swing your bag full of goodies back and forth. “I think I’ll pass,” You say with a smile, your eyes bashfully looking away at his sheer cuteness. You cover up your embarrassment with a sip of steaming chocolate.

“More for me,” He shrugs and you both plant yourselves on the bench. 

The trees shroud around above you both as you overlook the canal, the city completely dark before you. The street lamps are dim and no cars pass on the road behind you, but the pair of you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s soothing and Changbin wouldn’t trade these moments with you for the world. 

In a flash, he finishes his tteokbokki. “You practically inhaled that.” You say amusedly as he chucks the bowl in the trashcan next to him. “I’m a growing boy, sue me.” He says as he grabs the water bottle in your bag. “May I?” 

“It’s yours, stupid. You always forget to buy one and I always have to pick it up for you,” He smiles at that. “Aw, how cute of you.” He takes a swig and notices your ears turn pink at his comment. “What would you do without me?” You say as a joke but he’s completely serious when he says “I have no idea.” 

You breathe out a chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder how different things will be once we both get out of this town.” Changbin sighs wistfully at that and reclines further into the bench, not liking the idea of leaving at all. 

“Well, I’d like to think that we’d still facetime 24/7, obviously, and I’ll take a drive to your dorm once a week at times like this for a local food trip around your campus town.” His says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, though his mind runs a mile a minute at the thought of losing you because of distance. He looks into your puppy-dog eyes, and he swears the entire cosmos resides in them.

“Promise?” You stick out your pinky and he intertwines his. “Promise.” 

“Good, because I won’t be able to live without you,” His gut flips at your comment, and you chug down the rest of your hot coco. 

“God, it’s fucking freezing.” You shiver when a gust of wind blows past you. On a chilly November night with absolutely no one around to cringe at his actions, Changbin happily decides to prove to you that chivalry is, in fact, not dead. “You should’ve worn an extra layer, silly.” He takes off his black zip-up hoodie and places it over your shoulders, running his hands over your arms to warm you up. “Better?” He keeps his arm firmly planted around your shoulders, and his face is so close to yours that he can see all your tiny, minuscule freckles in dim lighting. Never mind the fact that he was lowkey freezing in his plain black long-sleeve; he figures holding you close to keep you warm was worth the hypothermia. 

He sees crimson spread across your cheeks like a wildfire, “M-much,” You mumble silently. Maybe it was the fact that your eyes twinkled up at him in the moonlight, or the fact that your face was so close to his he could almost kiss you, but Changbin’s heart starts palpitating and skipping beats all at once as he thinks to himself, god, i’m in love with you. Ofcourse, he doesn’t say this out loud. But in another world where he isn’t a coward and timing was on his side, he likes to think that he wouldn’t let you forget it. 

He doesn’t know that butterflies swarm your insides and that you think to yourself, I think I’m in love, and that the combination of his intoxicating scent and the way he looks at you as if you were his entire world makes you woozy and weak in the knees. It’s frustrating, really, how two people could be so silently in love with each other and not say a thing. 

But tonight was the Night of Nights, and before he knew it, Changbin began leaning closer to you. He doesn’t know what’s taken over him, but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Because there you were, the girl of his dreams a mere inch away from his lips looking as beautiful as ever, about to be whisked away from him in a few months. Screw it. 

His eyes are half-lidded as they flicker between your eyes and lips, and yours mimic his. It’s so agonisingly slow, but the moment he feels your lips on his, all his worries melt away. Your lips are cold but impossibly soft against his own, and it makes his body erupt in tingles all around. Something cheesy like fireworks, but maybe a grenade going off would better describe how his insides feel.

He doesn’t want the moment to end, but you pull away slowly and rest your forehead on his, eyes shut and teeth clamped on your bottom lip. 

You don’t know why you pull back, and you immediately miss the feeling of his lips on your own, but Changbin assumes the worst. Fuck, maybe that was uncalled for, his heart sinks to the ground and he nervously chews down on his lip. “Let’s get you home,” He says dejectedly, pulling his forehead away from yours and your sorry eyes meet his. He retracts his arm around your shoulders and stands up, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole, and you follow him silently to the car. 

The drive back is anything but comfortable- the air between the pair of you is stiff and and suffocating and every synonym for awkward and you wonder why the hell you pulled away because you know your heart wanted to remain on that roadside bench, kissing him until the sun rose. But you’re stupid, so instead you sit in his car while he silently drives you back home, and every passing minute is another minute away from his lips. 

Wordlessly, Changbin pulls into your driveway and his heart sinks down further to the earth’s core. “Sorry for tonight.” His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes refuse to look at you, which breaks your heart. You want to ramble and say that it’s a misunderstanding, that you have so many bloody feelings for him, but the words get caught in your throat. 

“Changbin?” Is all you manage to get out. He still doesn’t look at you, not because he hates you but because he hates himself for acting on his feelings, and instead looks at his lap. Words weren’t going to get you anywhere, you decide, and you suck in a breath. You reach over and grab his face. Here goes nothing. 

You kiss him this time, a lot more harder than before, and Changbin swears he’s dreaming. Like, he’s waiting for pigs to fly around in the background and for The Walters to appear in your driveway singing ‘She’s Going to Leave You’ because he can’t fathom a world in which you like him back. But none of those things happen, and you’re still kissing him with so much passion and certainty that he figures even if it were a dream, he’ll take it. 

His lips move in sync against your own and makes sure that everything he’s ever held back is poured into this moment. The kiss earlier was in the spur of the moment, but this- this is completely intentional. Maybe that’s why you pulled away. The thought of a kiss between you both simply being just that- a kiss and nothing more. That in the morning neither of you would acknowledge it ever happening. You needed some type of confirmation that things were real; thank the stars you got what you were looking for. 

His hands rest on top of yours and he brings you closer, needing more of you and your touch. But the compartment in between you both is a literal cockblock and he wants to rip it out just so he take you into his arms completely. He’s delirious, and he blames you. 

“Want to come in? It’s a lot warmer in my room,” You say through soft breaths, the wind completely knocked out of your chest and Changbin places soft pecks from the corner of your mouth to your chin. “I don’t mind.” 

It doesn’t take much for either of you to get out of his car and for him to lock it behind you. His adrenaline is rushing and he just wants to hold you and kiss you again, but goddammit, you’re fumbling with your keys not knowing which one is which thanks to the absence of lighting on your front porch- it doesn’t help that he’s decided to plant his hands firmly on your waist as he lightly kisses down the nape of your neck. Fuck you, Seo Changbin. 

The door finally opens after what feels like an eternity, and you make it a point to turn around and shush him. “My parents are asleep,” You look at him with alarmed eyes and he raises his hands up. “I can be quiet, but no promises.” The nuance in his statement makes you blush and he sends a cheeky wink your way. You’re mid eye-roll when he grabs your wrist and heads towards your staircase. 

You’re both clumsy and haphazard as you walk up the stairs, almost tripping and Fuck, I stubbed my pinky toe, but you both fortunately make it up to your room in one piece. Changbin’s heart is beating so fast that he’s genuinely worried you’ll feel it against your palms when you place them over his chest- and you do, by the way- but you’re leaving sweet kisses against his neck that the prospect of dying from cardiac arrest doesn’t scare him because atleast he’ll die happy. 

“So, mechanics later?” He says panting, forehead against yours as he has you between him and your door, thumbs rubbing circles against your waist underneath his sweatshirt and jacket. “Totally,” You tiptoe and kiss him again. 

You taste so sweet against his lips, and at first he thinks it’s the lingering taste of hot chocolate, but he’s come to the conclusion that it’s just because it’s you. His adoring, sweet girl that he takes on midnight food runs because he’s afraid of missing her. The girl that can make his gut flip and mind scramble with a smile. It’s cheesy, and you’re slightly lactose intolerant, but it’s the entire goddamn truth. 

His jacket suddenly claims domain on your floor and you both kick off your sneakers, never pulling away from each other, and suddenly your bed feels a little warmer than last night. He kisses down your neck, something he’s always wanted to do, and you run your hands through his hair. Insane isn’t enough of a word to describe the way he’s feeling, but the search for a word that can encompass all his rampant thoughts would have to wait. 

“You’re the best part about my day,” He whispers into your neck, and you sigh with closed eyes at the feeling. You bite back a smile “I know,” 

“I know? I know-?” He pulls back, half-joking and half-serious, and you’re giggle while you run your hands over his torso. “Yes, I know,” You leave a kiss on his jaw, “And you’re my favorite part of the night,” He’s obviously the favorite part of your entire life, but that statement would have to do for now. He nods his head, “I’ll take it.” and goes back to kissing you. 

Those three daunting words stuck in his throat- and, frankly, yours- make themselves out of his mouth in different ways because perhaps saying them verbatim would shake his entire world, and he’s not sure why he’s scared because he knows you’d say them back. So instead, through voices barely above a whisper and warm hands running along your body, he tries to show you what those three words really mean to him. He’s sleepy and delirious and he’s honestly convinced he’s dreaming, but it’s the greatest thing to ever happen to him. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to him. You both could come up with a title some other time, he concludes, because kissing you is of the utmost priority to him at 2AM. 

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[televised-dreams]

Fall Things

cute fall things to do with friends or s/o’s!!

1. Go to your local coffee shop and get all the autumnal drinks

2. Make a leaf pile

3. Pull out all your old sweaters, cuz it’s sweater weather!!!

4. Carve a pumpkin!

5. Make roasted pumpkin seeds from the pumpkin you carved.

6. Buy a heck ton of black fabric and run around the neighborhood pretending to be a dementor

7. Watch some halloween movies!

8. Make a time lapse of leaves falling.

9. Pull out (or buy) some autumnal candles, so your house smells like apples and cinnamon

10. Go shopping for fall/winter clothes!

11. Make a pinterest board of what you want to be for halloween!

12. “Purchase” a skull at your local cemetery. 

13. Play some creepy games, like “charlie charlie”!

14. Take pictures of the trees, and make a collage

15. Pull out your boots and crunch on dem leaves

16. Find some fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm!

17. Look at your local library for books on necromancy.

18. Go to the stores (maybe before, but especially after halloween) and buy a bunch of halloween candy. Not for the kiddos that ring at your door, but for yourself!

19. Practice all the scary makeup on yourself at once, and make a mashup of monsters!

20. Watch childhood nostalgia films about halloween (like halloween town)!

21. Go to a pumpkin patch and take pictures. It’s a super aesthetic place to get nice shots of you and friends!

22. Learn how to summon satan.

23. Do your research on why these holidays exist! Thanksgiving isn’t that ethical of a holiday - maybe find alternatives to the turkey, or celebrate something different.

24. Watch a sunset.

25. Pick up a hobby, like knitting, and make yourself a quilt or blanket to keep you warm!

26. Negotiate with satan about soul deals. Don’t let him fool you though - he is one sly business man!

27. Go through old photo albums and look at old halloween costumes.

28. Use an oujia board to contact the dead!

29. Get matching hoodies for you and your friends.

30. Sneak out of your house at 3 AM to watch the skeleton dance in the cemetery!

31. Support your local witches.

32. Find someone and date them, so you can blast them with “we fell in love in october” by girl in red!

33. Take your dog out for a walk! It’s finally cold enough to go outside.

34. Join some study groups, so you can get ahead on your school work.

35. Sacrifice someone to satan in exchange for some dope goth clothing.

36. Sit outside. Enjoy the weather.

37. Cuddle with someone.

38. During rainy days, go outside and jump in the puddles! Or, if you prefer to stay inside, cozy up with a blanket and a book.

39. Find some autumnal recipes that you like!

40. Bake ALL the pies for thanksgiving

#hallloween #fall #shitpost #tell me if you see it lol #aesthetic fall #fall aesthetic #things to do this fall #things to do #fall things #halloween aesthetic #october #september #november #school #books #art #aesthetic #cute things to do #how many things can i tag lol #fall shitpost #fall gothic #satan #skeletons #skulls #ouija boards #halloween costumes

[2pcontinued]

The 2ps when it’s October 1st

HAPPY HALLOWEEN THE FIRST YOU SPOOKY N SEXY ASS LITTLE FUCKERS, Y’ALL ALREADY FUCKIN S C H K N O W WHAT FUCKING TIME IT IS IN THIS HOUSE: 2p America, 2p China, 2p Germany, 2p Ukraine

Pretty leaves!! Fuzzy socks n sweaters!! Fall themed drinks!! Excuses to do satanic activities!! UwU: 2p England, 2p Belarus, 2p Prussia, 2p Romano

Is apathetic on the outside, but on the inside is “🍁🧛🏻‍♂️👻👹🧟‍♂️🦇🍂🦇🎃💀🧟‍♂️🎃🍂🍂🦇👻🦇!!” r e a d y: 2p Canada, 2p France, 2p Russia, 2p Italy, 2p Japan, 2p Hungary

#2p hetalia #2p allies #2p america #2p canada #2p england #2p france #2p russia #2p china #2p ukraine #2p belarus #2p axis #2p italy #2p germany #2p japan #2p romano #2p prussia #2p austria #2p hungary

[lostand-notfound]

Answer and tag twenty-one

tagged by @hiddenlookingglass . thank you! <3

so, buttercups, bear with me ‘cause i’m sassy tonight. or scroll past this and lose the chance to uncover my secrets, whichever works best for you.

1. nickname(s): the best so far is the devil herself. and god (self-appointed). 2. zodiac: leo, honey, can’t you see my mane? 3. height: 1.55 m/5’0, i know, i’m short. and closer to satan. 4. last movie i saw: after a tortuous and troubled journey, colette. 5. last thing googled: intimissimi’s new lingerie collection. 6. fave musician(s): too many. queen, beatles, guns’n’roses, michael jackson, led zeppelin, florence and the machine, i could go on and on. 7. song(s) stuck in my head: pussy is god by king princess. 8. other blog(s): i have a couple others, but they’re just to save interesting hacks and or writing advice, and basically for personal use only. 9. do i get asks: yeah? people talk to me all the time, they think i’m smart. just kidding. i get them, usually between two and four times a week. 10. following: 1337. 11. amount of sleep: three hours a night or twelve, no in between. don’t be this unhealthy, kids. 12. lucky #: lucky what? numbers? that’s 1 and 17. i have lucky thongs, do they count? 13. what i’m wearing: oversized superman sweater, plaid pyjamas pants and striped fuzzy socks. also known as the anti-sex. 14. dream job: ceo of a company or movie director or writer. dream big aim higher, girls. 15. dream trip: is all the world a valid answer? otherwise, i have new york, paris and marrakech on top of my list. 16. fave food: pizza in general, and pizza fritta, which is a fried pizza with ricotta, mozzarella, ham and salami inside. and casatiello, a sort of extremely high and extremely gigantic salted cake with ham, cheese, salami, eggs and stuff. you don’t diet here in naples, you just enjoy great food. also, crêpes with chocolate. brownies. and it isn’t a food, but love me a good cappuccino. i just adore food in general, can you tell? 17. any instruments: uh, vibrators? joking, i wish. want one so bad. i’d kill to play the piano or the violin, but i’m an idiot with no musical ear or sense of rhythm whatsoever. 18. languages: i can speak italian, english and a bit of french, and i can translate and read latin and ancient greek. 19. random facts: i’m lusting over camel coats and i desperately desire one. 20. describe yourself as aesthetic things: those fancy drinking glasses with carved geometric decors, black coats, kajal pencil on dark eyes. gold rings, fingers pressing into a body, late night car rides. dimples, leather jackets, coffee. 

i really don’t want to tag twenty one people, so you’ll just get four: @slaytherinthoughts @kashviparekh @jasmyne @augustinianseptember . (feel free to ignore the tag if you don’t want to do this, no worries).

[revisitingstoneybrook]

Mystery #19 Kristy and the Missing Fortune: Chapter 2

A typical Chapter 2. But this time, we have outfit descriptions yay!

On the way to Claudia's, Kristy, Charlie and Karen talk about baseball. Nothing too interesting. It takes Kristy two tries to slam the car door when she arrives. When I first read it, I thought it was because Karen was trying to climb out and join her at the BSC meeting. Kristy then heads into Claudia's house, leaving Charlie with the unfortunate task of driving home in the Junk Bucket, accompanied only by Karen. Poor guy.

Miss Punctuality (as she calls herself...showoff) arrives in Claudia's room at about 5:20. Claudia is on her bed, knitting a scarf. I remember Mimi taught Mary Anne how to knit, so she probably taught Claudia too. And since this is Claudia, the scarf's green, purple, and “a peculiar shade of orange.” Kristy says she doesn't want to tell her what she really thinks of it (that it's hideous), and instead tells her “It's dahling, dahling!”

Oooh, Kristy is going to describe what everyone's wearing! I know the BSC fandom loves outfit descriptions!

So we can skip her History of the BSC lesson, except to mention that she says the club is really a business and she's the CEO (a term Watson the Millionaire taught her). And this little gem about the Kid-Kits: “Now, I don't want to sound conceited, so I won't tell you who came up with the idea for Kid-Kits and for all the other things that make the club run so smoothly. I'll just tell you that her initials are K.A.T.” Shut up, Kristy. So arrogant.

Ok, first outfit description is Claudia, told through the eyes of Kristy: “She was wearing this blue-and-green stripey shirt that was kind of tight and stretchy-looking. Over it she was wearing a really, really baggy pair of overalls. On her head was a floppy green hat, and on her feet were those big black clunky boots made by Doctor somebody.” LOL Doctor somebody. Though I do have to say, this is a relatively normal Claudia outfit. And so very 90s! Then again, this book was written in 1995.

And, in case you guys didn't know, Claudia isn't good at school. Not because she's a dumbass, it's “just that she cares more about making the world a more beautiful place than she does about telling the difference between fractions and adverbs.” Hello, backhanded compliment!

Blah blah...Claudia eats lots of junk food and is still zit-free and not fat, her parents think she's too old for Nancy Drew, she's Vice President...hey! Stacey's here! Kristy actually refers to Robert as “cool” instead of “He isn't a member of the BSC so he must be a jerkass.” Here's Kristy's attempt at describing Stacey's outfit:

“Platform shoes with really high cork soles (I'm sorry, but I just don't understand why somebody would want to totter around like that), black, lacy legging-things, and a blue dress that looked kind of like these pajamas I used to have when I was seven. Baby dolls, I think they're called.” Platform shoes and a babydoll dress. Again, so very 90s. Although I hope Stacey had a coat on because that doesn’t sound warm enough for February! And a babydoll nightgown on Miss Tomboy?

Stacey's sophisticated, her parents are divorced, she's from NYC. Kristy says she'd rather go to a baseball game than go shopping if she were Stacey. And this is another book where her diabetes is talked about without any “EWWWWWWW!” thrown in.

Mary Anne comes in wearing “a skirt that looked as if she'd ironed it five minutes ago, even though she'd had it on all day, a fresh white shirt, and a red sweater.” Basically, the same outfit Richard would have made her wear in the earlier books! Kristy even says she remembers the red sweater from that time. What was the point of the Emancipation of Mary Anne if she's still wearing the same clothes? Oh, and Kristy calls Mary Anne's haircut cool, even though she gave her the bitch treatment when she first got it. And you're not over your jealousy of Dawn, Kristy, so don't say you are. You're always holding a grudge against her for being Mary Anne's sister.

Love story between Richard and Sharon, no new stuff here. This is after Dawn came back from one of her many trips to California and Kristy says Jack's now married to Carol. And Dawn, Miss Individual, is wearing a “soft, fuzzy brown sweater that looked terrific with her long blonde hair, and cozy-looking white thermal leggings.” Whoa there, Kristy. Does Dawn fill out her sweater rather nicely too? And Kristy now likes Dawn because “she never hesitates to speak her mind.” So she can be a big pain in the neck like you?

Jessi and Mallory: “Jessi had on a black ballet-leotard top and jeans, with bulky red knitted leg warmers slouched around her ankles. Mal was wearing jeans, a purple sweater, and a big yellow button that said I Read Banned Books. What do their outfits tell about them?” Well, it tells that the ghostwriter (Ellen Miles) wasn't creative and decided to stick the two junior officers with outfits that scream out their lone personality traits! And does Jessi were jeans over a leotard to every damn meeting? I'd think leg warmers would be kind of hard to wear over jeans too, unless they were skinny jeans. And, by the way, Jessi's -oh wait, she's African-American this time.

Kristy announces “Order!” and, as if the magic word brings all the cult's club's clients to attention, the phone starts ringing and three jobs are lined up. Including a Mrs. Dodson who wants a plant-sitter while she and her family are in Florida. Plant-sitter, pet-sitter...do the people of Stoneybrook assume “Babysitters Club” means “we'll watch anything as long as you pay us our $1.50 an hour?”

Stacey freaks out, and Kristy says it's because she just had a pet-sitting job that was a little more than she expected...was that the goat? Because the only pet-sitting job I ever remember reading about was Kristy’s first BSC job watching the two dogs in Kristy’s Great Idea.

Anyway, Jessi unenthusiastically takes it because she's neighbors with Mrs. Dodson. She gets stuck with this all the time it seems.

The topic switches to how the kids are all bored and cranky because it's too cold out for any of the trademark BSC Outdoor Activities. Mallory says her siblings are driving her nuts, but really, when aren't they driving her nuts? The Rodowskys are rowdy too, which you know means Jackie's probably broken a third of the things in their house. Kristy, All Knowing Master of Childcare, suggests they make a list of things to do to keep the kids occupied since tv is Satan’s Jukebox. Everyone starts calling out ideas I wonder what they came up with since it's February and way too cold to stage a carnival or talent show or garage sale or theme park. There totally should been a BSC theme park.

#babysitters club #kristy and the missing fortune #kristy thomas #bsc #snark

[dayumonew]

pretty asks ✨

tagged by @artfulkey​😘😘😘

Whats your favourite song(s) to sing/hum?

I don’t really sing/hum any real songs I make up my own melodies lol

Whats your favourite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to)?

Sunflowers, succulents and cacti

Favourite colours?

A very baby light blue that’s almost minty

What do you always doodle (if you ever do)?

These weird circle, swirly things that I shade in

How do you take your coffee/tea?

2 sugars with a splash of milk

Favorite candle scent?

Any fresh scents or deep scents of wood

Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset for sure

What perfume do you wear, if any?

None

Whats your go to dance move when you’re alone?

Body rolls lol

Favorite quote?

I don’t know if I have a favourite quote but this one just came into my head “I wouldn’t say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and… bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things.” ― Doctor Who

Favorite self care thing(s)/routine(s)?

Taking a long bath, doing some facial care stuff, blasting music and jamming out to it, lighting candles

Fuzzy socks or house slippers?

FUZZY SOCKS

What color are your eyes?

Eyes so deep brown that people think I have black eyes (I am satan)

Whats your favorite eye color on others?

All eye colours are great

Favorite season? why?

Fall because that’s when my fashion sense shines. I could wear my booties, I could wear a skirt without feeling too cold, I could wear knee socks, I could wear a sweater, I could wear a tshirt, I could wear a dress, I could wear a jACKET(i love my leather and bomber jackets to death) Basically it’s my time to be edgy af

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

All are good, none are bad

What does your happy place look like?

Surrounded by good people in a good place with good food? Honestly as long as there are people I like, they will make the place happy 

Favourite breed of dog?

This is a cruel question, love all dogs

Do you ever want to be married? if so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

Nah, I don’t really see that happening

Cursive or print?

I write in cursive chicken scratch but for official forms I always print

Silk or lace?

Lace on me, but both are good

Favourite weather?

A moderately cool bright day so I could wear chose to wear a jacket if I want to and the lightning would be perfect for photography

tagging the following: @herewegobebe @bling-me-up @petitshinee @mysterylvr @jjongeyed @fairykibum @itsonewday @leejinklies

#as always you don't have to do the do #anyway thanks for the tag*sends smooches your way* #tag things

[skullsmuldon]

Soul in the dark

Thank you to my girls @sunshinetoday @sembell @justholdinghandsok for bearing with me and for supporting the fluff I hate :D 

x

Chapter 24

"Mulder ... it will never change ... why else, if you really believed in my eyesight coming back, would you wear that by moths perforated old Knicks shirt?" Mulder stared at Scullys wide grin. 

One could literally see the wheels turning in Mulders head. His prayers had been answered after all. After her words had sunken in, tears of joy formed in his eyes. Slowly, he seemed to get over his initial shock.

"Scully ... never… NEVER do that again!“ And with those words he hugged her tight to his chest. He couldn’t be angry at her for pulling his leg. His joy outweighed his annoyance of her joking in a situation like that.

„I just wanted to see that panic face of yours.“ She smiled up at him before her voice struck a reproving tone "Mulder, this shirt belongs into the trash! You can’t wear that anymore. Just be glad that my eyesight didn't spontaneously decide to vanish again.“

„But it’s my lucky shirt and see it brought us luck! So you don’t want me to throw that away do you?“ Mulder asked with his puppy look directed at her.

„Mulder.“ she sighed. „You can keep it in some box or something but you can’t wear it. It’s riddled with holes and it’s old. I’ll make you a deal… You promise to never wear that again and I’ll buy you a new one?“

Mulder thought about it for a moment and than decided that he had to get back at her for her earlier joke. He said nothing and only waggled his eyebrows mischievously. Scully didn’t know what he was up to and looked patiently up at him. Suddenly, Mulder gently stepped out of their embrace  and pulled his Knicks shirt over his head. The shirt fell to the floor and Mulder pulled Scully back into his arms.

"Better my lady?“ he teased her with a mischievous grin.

Scully was trying to do her best to hold her emotions in check. Embraced by Mulder, feeling his bare chest and having his masculine mulderesque smell in her nose didn’t help her at all. Her throat was parched, not that she hadn’t seen his bare chest before but it was easier to remain professional when his well trained body was covered in a suit.

His stomach muscles twitched so that his abs danced slightly, his broad shoulders radiated warmth and strength which she completely soaked up. At that moment Scully had to admit to herself,  that Mulder was one sexy looking man, who smelled amazingly and looked damn tasty bare chested and in well worn jeans. Just thinking about that caused a slight flush to rise to her cheeks.

Finally, she found her tongue again, "Mulder anything is better than this shirt". Her right eyebrow arched "But to be honest, I can’t remember allowing my butler to run around like that, so James, pull on something adequate, as long as you are in the vicinity of a Lady.“ Scullys feigned arrogance, elicited a roar of laughter from him. 

Scully was glad she got a moment to herself. Her emotions were a rollercoaster. She couldn’t believe she had her eyesight back, even if it was still a little blurry and unfocused. At least something seemed to be going in the right direction for her now. As she was standing there, taking in everything around her, she expected to wake up from a wishful dream at any second, but she was awake and everything was actually happening. Someone must have answered her prayers after all…

But all the emotions from the last weeks also made her even slightly numb in this moment. It was just too much - too many emotions to take in. She knew that maybe later, when all had really sunken in, she would need to address her feelings, but she didn't want to do that in front of Mulder.

As Mulder went to his room to get a new shirt, Scully looked at his retreating back and she definitely appreciated how his jeans hugged his ass. What was wrong with her… At the same time, the devil, who was apparently sitting on her shoulder, voiced its thoughts`* He really is a splendid male specimen with an amazing physique*

It really was a waste, to hide this man in a suit everyday. She had to bring her emotions back under control, Mulder was her partner, her exceedingly handsome partner, the devilish voice corrected her. But what she had missed most were his eyes. They were truly the gates to his soul. Everything she needed to know, every feeling he had, was always reflected in them.

Mulder came back wearing one of his usual gray shirts. In the meantime Scully had sat down at the table, the leftovers from the breakfast still in front of her.

"Scully, how can that be? I mean, do you see everything?I mean ... you know, like…“ That was typical for Mulder, at one minute he fired allusions in her direction without batting an eye and in the next minute, he was unsure and almost shy.

Mulder was the most multifaceted man Scully had ever met. And that were precisely the facets that might make him seem weird to others who didn’t know him.

"I don’t know Mulder, I can’t explain it. I don’t know what could have been the trigger.“ After a brief sip from her teacup in front of her, she continued, „It all is still a little fuzzy, and everything is a little garish, but I think this is because my eyes need to get used to everything again. "

As a response to her words she got one of these few, but wonderful Mulder smiles. Far too often for her liking, she saw expressions of worry, guilt and nightmares written on his face.

She would have liked nothing more than to fling herself into his arms, after missing to be able to see his face for such a long time. But over time, she had developed  something akin to a reflex to protect herself from being too emotional And therefore, stuck to bantering and humor to avoid physical intimacy.

Why did she had to tease him? Why couldn’t she give into the urge to fall into his arms? In her innermost, she knew the answer to all these haunting questions.

Mulder's constant presence and his selfless help, the loving way he supported her and his seemingly limitless loyalty had transformed her feelings and put her emotions into a rollercoaster. In order to not drown into those confused feelings, the usual Scully-control was necessary.

She put that need for control over her desire of intimacy and closeness. She just hoped that Mulder didn’t think of her as ungrateful. Lost in thought, she sipped at her tea agin.

"Scully get dressed!“ Mulder said out of the blue and she gave him a puzzled look.

"Trust me Scully, get dressed!“

Had there ever been a time when she hadn't trusted him, Scully wondered before she went to her room and changed clothes quickly. She decided on a pair of jeans and her moss green cashmere sweater. From the ground floor, she could hear some clanking and rumbling sounds, which she couldn’t exactly identify.

She just hoped that she could get something to eat before Mulder came up with some crazy ideas again, dragging her on some wild chase. At this thought, she had to smile, because even if he would do that, she would not be angry. That was another bit of normality, from which she had been separated for far too long. If she was honest she missed his crazy ideas and their adventures.

For a moment, she stood in front of the wide window of her room and tried to take everything in, absorbing all the colors. The cliffs, the different shades of blue of the sea, the lush green of the meadows, the golden sand. It seemed, as if she was granted a look into a new world. She realized how little she had appreciated all of this until now. 

A relieved sigh about her new opportunity and her second chance escaped her lips. She had not believed that the moment would come where she could see again. But once again, she was proved that one should never give up on a miracle.

They saying was true; you only knew what you had when you lost it. She wiped away a tear of joy from her cheek, which she'd allowed  to fall in this silent moment. Only now, as she stood alone in her room, the scope of what had happened consciously sunk in. She had gotten back a large part of her old life.

Scully closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her eyelids slowly. She just had to be sure that all of this was not a dream. Mulder's voice calling for her, ripped her from her thoughts "Scully everything okay up there?"

„Yes, everything is okay Mulder, I'm almost done," Old habits die hard, and Mulder's concern and caring, would never stop.

When she finally went down the stairs, Mulder was already waiting in boots and a leather jacket at the front door. Mulder saw Scully's skeptical expression and had to smile.

"Scully, I told you to trust me.“ A wry grin accompanied his words.

"No aliens, conspiracies, mutants, cornfield circles, ghosts or psychopaths.“ She said and

Mulder looked like a child from whom you had stolen a lollipop. "Scully you take away all the fun!“ He replied sulkily.

„I just can’t handle Aliens, conspiracy and everything else on an empty stomach.“

"Okay then, we just look out for immortal photographers, prehistoric forest creatures, vampires, people devouring giant mushrooms, satanic occults, Big Foot ..." he rambled, and Scully knew Mulder could have gone on forever if she wouldn't stop him.

„MULDERRRRR!" She sighed and went through the door Mulder held open for her.

"And what about Nessi, zombies,  possessed physicians ..."

„MULLLLDDDERRRR" Scully whined annoyed.

"Alright Scully, I only wanted to make sure." Mulder's mischievous smile, warmed her heart every time. It was a sign that he was relaxed and felt comfortable.

30 minutes later

After a short drive, Mulder stopped in front of an old lighthouse. As Mulder had already jumped out of the car, Scully did the same. Her gaze lingered over the perfect picture postcard scenery that before her. Meanwhile, Mulder fished a backpack out of the trunk and went to her side.

"Come on, Scully…“ He grabbed Scully's hand and pulled her out of her thoughts. While holding on to Scully's hand, he walked past the lighthouse to a small wooden staircase which led down between the rocks to a small stretch of beach, which was nestled in between the cliffs.

After winding down the stairs, Mulder stopped at the bottom of the stairs for a second and took off his shoes.

Scully saw how he left his shoes behind and trudged through the sand barefoot. Scully wasn’t sure what Mulder had in mind and stood there not sure if she should follow his lead. Mulder noticed that Scully had not followed him, he turned  around and looked at her in surprise, "What's wrong Scully? Would you rather we go searching for mutants? Because you know you just have to say the word and I can find us an X-file out here… "

Mulder knew his challenging tone would get her to.

Because Dana Scully never backed down from a challenge. So Scully kicked aside her shoes and followed Mulder through the sand. He waited until she had caught up with him and took her hand again.

A few meters from the water, Mulder stopped and opened his backpack. He took out a large, checkered picnic blanket and spread it out. Gradually, he put everything you needed for a breakfast on the blanket.

Scully stared disbelievingly down at Mulders crouching form. Her astonishment had not escaped him. He heaved himself up from the blanket and stood in front of Scully again.

"Hungry?" He asked, doubting whether he had gone too far with this trip. Scully looked from him to the picnic, further down to the beach and back again into his uncertain and loving green eyes. “Mulder, you didn’t have to do this…“ Scully was visibly moved by his gesture.

"I know, but I thought it is a special day and that's the least I could do." Mulder looked into her eyes and saw the firework of emotions playing in them. Her smile, that underlined the sparkle in her eyes was able to ban all the shadows from his heart.

"Scully, you have no idea how happy I am for you. And I hope you are not too uncomfortable or angry about this, because if you are just say the word and we can go grab breakfast at some diner.“ Such a thing could only come from Mulder. Sometimes, it was a mystery to her how insecure he could be while pulling off something so incredibly nice.

Grinning incredulously, Scully shook her head and went on to stand in front of Mulder "No I'm not angry or uncomfortable, it's really beautiful here," Scully hugged Mulder gently and whispered a quiet "thank you" into his chest.

Mulder's heart beat faster, while Scully hugged him. His arms automatically wrapped around her and he held her close to him. He could smell the scent of her hair and at that moment, the gray that  had surrounded him for the longest time changed into a lively sea of colors.

Only reluctantly they broke both away from their embrace. Mulder pointed to the blanket and pulled Scully towards it, so they could enjoy their breakfast. Completely sated, Mulder plopped down onto the blanket.

One hand supportively put under his head while the other hand rested on his belly and with his eyes closed, he sighed satisfied "That was good, very delicious…but I think I couldn't eat one more bite…“

"You ate for 5" Scully chuckled at the sight of Mulder. He cracked his eyes open "Scully, the way you say that I almost get a guilty conscience. From tomorrow on I will watch my figure.“ He announced theatrically.

"Mulder you're crazy! I just do not know anyone who can eat as much as you can at one time. But if it makes you feel any better your metabolism is doing a great job so your eating habits don’t have any consequences for you…“ she replied, while her eyes examined his long and lean stature. Before Mulder caught her at it, she averted her eyes and looked down to the sea.

Mulder closed his eyes and let fresh air blow over his face. It was one of those places where you could spend an eternity without getting bored of it. This place held no problems. Everything you could find here was a pleasant solitude, peace and quiet.

Unbeknownst to Mulder, Scully rose and ran to sneak down to the beach where the waves of the sea struggled against the sand. Her toes were caressed by the cold water.

Scully glanced over her shoulder back to Mulder, he looked relaxed lying on the blanket. Seeing him like this made her soul warm up and a smile appeared at the corners of her lips. She had noticed how worn out he had looked. The last few weeks had left its mark on him as well, and it seemed that he needed the calm just as urgently as she did.

Her eyes went back to the endless sea landscape that unfolded before her. The cold wet on her feet, made her feel alive. Back when she was a child, she loved to feel the foamy waves and the related tickling that came with it on her skin.

Scully looked down at herself and once more she realized how far she still was away from being herself, to be able to feel these things again like she had before. Since she was here though, she could now at least rest easier and feel the tranquility in her dreams from time to time. It was a step forward, but everything seemed, like she was moving down an endless path in slow motion.

She was again lost deep in her thoughts. Her eyes fixed on the blue before her, it was like a canvas on which she was watching her martyrdom play out. Her experience did not know the city limits of DC and so it didn't stop following her where ever she went. An escape was impossible, because there was no place, no island that could protect her from her own demons.

Scully crossed her arms over her chest. The wind blew unimpressed over her. As a feeling of melancholy washed over her, she slowly closed her eyes. Silently dreaming of another world, she wished herself away from this hell, which followed her everywhere and left her being an emotionless shell.

To escape it all, to escape from herself was a dream, a wish, that would remain unfulfilled and therefore died quietly in the fleeting thoughts of her mind.

The waves were fighting continuously against the sandy shores of the beach and were lapping hard against her feet, but it did not bother her.

Mulder opened his eyes briefly ,blinded by the brightness of the sky. When he turned to his side, and his eyes couldn't find Scully besides him, a flash of panic shot through his veins. Where was she? How long had he slept?

Frantically supporting himself on his elbows, Mulder inspected his surroundings. Seeing a petite figure down by the water, he sighed with relief.

He stood up and strolled over to Scully, who stood motionless watching over the sea. She reminded him of the paintings he had seen done by Vladimir Volegov. Standing there being unaware of how beautiful he was. When Mulder was only a few steps behind her, he decided to make himself known as to not frighten her.

She seemed to be completely absorbed in her thoughts again, as he had seen many times over the past few weeks. Most of the time that wasn't a good sign.

"Scully," he asked gently.

Surprised, her head turned around and her eyelids sprang open. She saw the many questions in his face .

“I didn't want to wake you up, it looked like you could use a little sleep. And then I thought, I could stroll down here and have a look how the water was. Sorry if I worried you.“ Scully smiled apologetically, meeting his eyes before she turned her head back to the sea.

Mulder took a step forward to stand beside her. Both looked wordlessly at what lay ahead of them. From the corner of his eye, Mulder saw how Scully folded her arms more tightly around herself.

„Cold?" he asked barely above a whisper.

Scully's only response was an unsure shrug of her shoulders. She was too lost in the swirl of her thoughts to pay attention to the simple things like feeling cold.

Without further ask, Mulder took off his jacket and put it lovingly over her shoulders.

"Sometimes I'd like to know what's happening in this pretty, sometimes stubborn, head of yours." That won Scullys attention and she looked over her shoulder to Mulder, who was now standing behind her, with his hands resting lightly on her shoulders.

The look she gave him, was one of contrasts, hope and despair, confusion and willpower, humiliation and strength. Soundlessly, Scully directed her gaze back to the ocean.

Her voice began to speak and it did so quietly and almost reverently.

"Mulder I just drift along… The things that I'm doing what do I do them for? I ... I'm looking for some support, something to hold on to but ... somehow I find nothing.“ She stumbled over her words before she continued.

„I just want to be free, be free and ... run and leave everything what happened behind. But no matter how fast I run ... I'm trapped ... it's as if there is no going back and no forward. I ….I don't even know why I’m saying it out loud. I sound like a human wreck. A great partner you've got Mulder ... „ a sarcastic smile crossed her face, as she looked at Mulder. Her eyes, however, reflected her unspoken fears, which she otherwise hid very well.

Cautiously, he put his arms around her shoulders „Yes I have. And she’s not only great, but the best I could ever wish for. And therefore I can think of no better partner than her.“ His joyful tone became more serious without losing its gentleness.

"Scully, I can’t tell you what you're supposed to feel. I can’t tell you how long it will be so you feel like yourself again. But what I can tell you is that my hand will always be there for you to hold onto. You only need to let yourself allow to grasp for it.“ Mulder acknowledged her slight nod.

Gently, he pulled Scullys back against his chest. He hugged her to his chest and whispered "And no matter what comes Scully, I’ll never let go of you."

Mulder's words were like balm on her branded soul. His embrace warmed the blood pumping through her veins. Scully enjoyed how Mulder's arms felt around her. She could feel his heart beat. It was a soothing rhythm.

Together they looked out at the sea.

After a few minutes, Scully turned around in his embrace to face him. Their eyes met and they both knew they could get lost in the eyes of the other. Mulder's hand went to her cheek. His thumb drawing little circles on her soft skin. His touch was light as a feather.

With every second that they looked into each others eyes, the heady feeling of uncovering the suppressed truth between them became stronger.

Mulder slowly lowered his head. Scully slowly stretched up to meet his awaiting lips. Their lips approached gradually.

Scully felt the warm, inviting breath of Mulder on her lips. Devotedly, her eyelids closed in anticipation of imprinting this moment forever in her mind and soul.

A deep male voice coming from above the cliffs, ripped them from their togetherness „Sorry to disturb you lovebirds but the car isn’t allowed to be parked here."

Both twitched apart. Mulder bit down on his lip, incredulously looking up, towards the man who interrupted them. Inevitably, Mulder had to grin because that was just his luck. Fate really seemed to enjoy making bad jokes on his behalf. Scully just blushed slightly, as if she had been caught doing something forbidden and naughty.

After Mulder had been the one to overcome his state of shock first, he gave Scully an apologetic look and loosened his arms from around her "Well then, let’s pack up and leave my little lovebird."

#soul in the dark #x-files fanfic