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maxverstappensflatbrim · 8 months

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy

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-this is a rushed but I wanted to get something out

Matty had never really understood Tommie's panic attacks. He'd had a few himself, ones that were caused due to his excessive over thinking and perfectionism, but never ones caused by physical things surrounding him.

But as he sits in the small aeroplane seat, squished between a sleeping George (whose legs are spread as he takes up most of the space) and Tommie he understands.

The seatbelt is too tight and he finds himself unclasping and clasping it multiple times. He tries to stretch his legs out but ends up kneeing the back of Adam's chair, receiving a small grumble of annoyance and a glare through the gap between the seats.

The food the flight attendants pass out for them makes his stomach turn and he's holding his breath until the trays are collected up and it's just the stale stench of sweat, feet, and his own anxiety left hanging in the air.

When a smaller hand is placed on his clenched fist he jumps. Tommie who had been watching a film on the small screen in front of her for the first half of the flight finally takes notice of his fragile state and says something he doesn't quite catch over the rush of blood in his ears.

“Huh?"

“Are you okay?"

He swallows the bile in his throat and nods, “Matt, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

He doesn't know what to say, how to describe what's happening. It's not as if he's suddenly gained a fear of flying overnight. Just two days ago they flew back from Italy to London, and now they're on their way to the States.

He tries to think back to what started this spiral. He was fine when he got on four hours ago, laughing with George until he'd fallen asleep, pinching a few of Tommie's snacks.

George had fallen asleep leaving him with nothing to do as Tommie was engrossed in the film she and Ross had chosen, timing it perfectly so they could watch at the same time.

His mind had drifted, to the things they were going to do when they landed, he wanted to take Tommie to get a cowboy hat, that's what he was thinking about.

But then his mind wandered to the airport, to landing and having to leave with all the screaming fans like in London.

His fist tightens at the thought again and Tommie's other hand cups his cheek to turn him towards her, “Matty?"

He hates the furrow of concern between her brows, he wants to smooth his thumb over the wrinkles. She shouldn't ever look like that, concerned, he wants her to look peaceful, happy forever.

But the longer he takes to answer, the longer he spirals in his thoughts with his lightless eyes staring into her own, the deeper the concerned furrow gets.

“I can't."

“Can't what?"

Her voice is so soft, so patient. He knows she's not a patient person, hell, she'd kicked Ross' chair just a few hours ago when he was taking too long setting up their film.

But she's patient with him, sees his distress and waits for him.

“Do it."

“Do what, Matty?"

She tilts her head and brushes the curls from his forehead when he struggles to find his words, “Take your time, it's okay."

“Yesterday, all those people, all that noise." He shakes his head, his curls back over his eyes but she brushes them back for him again. “What if they're there again? Last time, I got so stressed, and my head- my head fucking killed I felt like my brain was about to explode out of my eyeballs-" She grimaces but doesn't interrupt him, “I can't stop thining abut how much I'm dreading it. Dreading them being there, but does that make me a bad person?"

He looks up at the ceiling trying to string his sentences together, “They're there to support us, because they love us... but I want to do anything but go near them and-"

“It's okay, Matty. Yeah, they're fans of the band and our music but some of them are dicks. Like, real twats, shouting things when we're leaving places and that- I mean, some of them are great, and I care about them too. But they can't call themselves fans if they don't respect us."

“I just... feel bad. And I work myself up so much on the flight sometimes it just... I think I just spiralled, I'm okay. Go back to your film."

She shakes her head, unplugs the earphones and then shifts over towards the window, “Here."

He raises a brow and she taps where she's angled herself awkwardly for him to lie down a bit.

“Sleep for a bit. It'll help take your mind off of it, you haven't slept properly in a couple days."

He leans into her, moving the arm rest between them, his head rests on her chest and she moves her own hand to scratch his scalp. He gives a sigh of content and buries his face into her neck, kissing the skin there.

“If you get uncomfortable-"

“Just sleep, Matty, don’t worry about me. I'll still be here when you wake up."

“Will you sneak out the other terminal and Uber with me?"

“Yeah," She lowers her voice and leans towards his ear, “You know what will make it funnier? If we don’t tell Jamie."

#show me yours matty healy #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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now i'm no longer alone

an: another song fic heehee. writing for my man tsukki!!! this is based off of can i call you tonight? by dayglow!

pairing: timeskip! tsukishima x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, fluff, lowercase intentional

effective communication hasn't always been his strong suit, but when it comes to you; he tries pretty hard. and he thinks he's doing a good job.

well, he isn't too sure.

tsukishima has always been someone who is quick and to the point, both through is words and actions. efficiency is one of his best qualities, after all. lately, however, his sentences have not come out as confident, the eloquence of his words seeming to slip away.

you're in his head, in his thoughts. he's seeing you everywhere he looks. on the bus ride to work, he notices a woman holding a bouquet, stems lazily draped across her arms.

those are her favorite, right?

at the museum, he notices a painting of cherry blossoms near the entrance, that he swears wasn't there before.

she would love this, should i take a photo?

after a tough practice, muscles sore and skin sticky with sweat, the first thing he thinks about is how great it would be to hear your voice, even for a few minutes. but, would you want that?

for the past few weeks, the two of you have been talking more than usual. texting frequently and consistently, even calling from time to time. tsukishima isn't sure if you're doing it to be friendly, or if you feel the same way that he does. every moment spent not thinking about you, he thinks about his feelings for you and your relationship. considering confessing, backing out before he hits send, just to pace around the room again. the cycle continues.

zipping up his bag and fumbling with his car keys, he lets his overflowing emotions bubble over.

can i call you tonight?

commuting home, tsukishima's stomach twists in knots. fear taking over, washing over his body. he feels hot, his stomach aches, and begins to second guess his actions. by the time he hops out of the shower, he has fully convinced himself that you hate him, want nothing to do with him, that you're just talking to him to be nice.

sure, when are you free? :)

he smiles and feels like he can breathe again. hitting call, he lays on the floor, facing the ceiling fan. counting one, two, three spins of the blades until your voice rings through the speaker.

"hi, kei. how was your day?"

he smiles wide, and immediately turns red. even if you can't see him, he feels as if you can. clearing his throat he presses the speakerphone button and sets you on the carpet next to his head.

"hey. it was okay, how was yours?"

closing his eyes as you begin your story, he feels relief. the lonely feeling that was with him all day melts away with each word you speak. adding in his thoughts here and there, voice low and hushed, as if he was nervous someone would hear the two of you.

i could listen to you all day.

you roll over on your side, hiding a giggle at the lack of words from the other end. what you do hear, loud and clear, is the tap tap tap of tsukishima's fingertips on the volleyball he must be fidgeting with.

yawning, you grab the phone and pull it closer to you as you tuck yourself under the covers, trying to imagine him next to you.

"kei, i'm getting a little sleepy," you mumble, pulling the cover up a little more.

no, no, no-

"no, don't go i-" words rushed, you hear a rustle on the other end, and what you think is the sound of the volleyball from earlier bouncing across the floor. "i-i mean, if you need to go-"

"i think i can stay a little longer, if that's okay with y-"

"yes, o-of course. please stay," the last words mumbled, you barely catch what he says. your heart flutters.

"hey?" you grab your phone, taking yourself off of speaker.

"yeah?"

his mind is running, words bubbling up and out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

"do you think we could see each other sometime? there's a really nice painting at the museum i would love to show you," he spits out, everything jumbled and strung together. cringing at himself, he prepares himself for the worst.

"i would love to, kei. call me tomorrow?"

smiling even wider than before, but this time he isn't afraid of anyone noticing. he doesn't care, the prettiest girl in the entire world wants to spend time with him.

"kei, did you just clap?"

"gotta go, talk to you tomorrow!"

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #kei x reader #tsukishima x you

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alynnl · 5 months

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It's taken me longer than I've planned to write the extended, unabridged version of my notes for my TGAA fan case, "Adventure of The Great Vanishing Act."

That being said, I'd like to share one of my favorite parts of it because it was so fun thinking all this up. Just this scene alone is quite long but I didn't want to leave any of it out! I hope you all enjoy!

To set the scene: Sholmes and Iris are investigating together to find Professor Harebrayne after he goes missing. With some deductions, they manage to get on the right track.

**** They begin in the last place Albert was seen - in his home, a first floor room of a three story building. At a glance, Sholmes can tell that there were no signs of forced entry. The door is still locked, windows are intact, as is the rest of the furniture and scientific equipment inside of the room.

Iris points out the most notable difference - that there is no coat or scarf on the coat hanger. It’s a clear sign that Albert must have gone out, and never made it back home.

Sholmes takes note of the businesses nearby. There are two places that Albert may have stopped by: a pawnbroker and a pub. Sholmes reasons that these are places that anyone down on their luck would visit (not that he would know from personal experience!)

After Sholmes and Iris ask a few questions to the pawnbroker and tavern owner, they make their way to one of the back streets between the pub and Harebrayne’s home. They each go forward with extreme caution into a dark alley. The street appears quiet with very few people walking the sidewalks, and many buildings look to be in varying states of disrepair.

Iris teases Sholmes to lighten the mood, asking if he’s still afraid of the dark.

“A little fear is healthy in a place like this, my dear Iris. But if we face our adversary, I shall be braver than ever!”

Underneath the streets that Sholmes and Iris are walking, Albert Harebrayne is alone in a dark cellar. It has very small windows near the ceiling, much too tiny to crawl through, and too high to reach. The only entrance and exit is a heavily locked door on the top of some very steep stairs.

After waking up and coming to his senses, Albert has spent his time trying to figure out how to escape. Unfortunately, he came to the conclusion that he can’t get out on his own.

(“But I can’t give up! I owe it to Barok and Mr. Naruhodo after everything they’ve done for me! I’ve got to find a way out of this, for their sake… and mine!”)

Albert frantically scribbles on the walls with chalk, a mix between words and equations. It all adds up to a simple fact: if he can’t leave on his own, he’ll need someone outside to free him. But he’s had virtually no contact with the outside world, so no one is even aware that he’s confined, much less where he is.

That’s when it dawns on him. He needs to light a signal to let someone, anyone know where he is, and hope they’ll come to his rescue. And to Professor Harebrayne, there’s no better signal than an explosion.

Albert notices a rack of wine bottles behind him. He takes a few odds and ends from his lab coat and mixes them in with the wine bottle. He knows he will have to throw it in just the right spot.

“Right. Here goes nothing!”

Albert tosses the bottle and it lands right where it needs to - into one of the tiny ceiling windows.

Just above, on the street level, a small fireball erupts. A few pedestrians see it, including Iris and Sholmes. Chaos ensues from the small fire, but Sholmes keeps a cool head. He and Iris enter the front entrance of a rundown building. They’re aware they only have a few minutes to act, and search frantically for any hidden rooms or passages.

Iris points out skid marks on the wooden floor, and Sholmes follows where they go. They enter a room with a tall wardrobe, and a noticeable draft. With great effort, both Sholmes and Iris push the wardrobe aside to reveal a door. It’s locked by three different locks, prompting Sholmes to use his lock picks.

Once the locks fall away, Sholmes and Iris head down a steep staircase.

Halfway down the steps, they meet Albert, who was hastily going up once he saw the heavy door finally open.

“Mr. Sholmes! And Miss Iris too! What are you two doing here?”

Sholmes gets to the point. “To make a long story extremely short, we’ve come here to save you.”

Iris chimes in. “That’s right! With our powers of deduction, we were able to find you, Professor Bunnybrain! I hope you’re doing okay.”

“I’m… fine. Actually, I’m better than fine! Thanks to your strokes of genius, I’m finally free! I can’t wait to be home again…”

Sholmes puts on a more serious expression. “Ah. It’s good to know you’re not injured, Professor, but I’m afraid you won’t be going home just yet.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Sholmes takes Albert by the hand and begins to lead him up the stairs with Iris trailing closely behind.

“We must hurry to The Old Bailey. I will hail the first cab I see.”

“The Old Bailey? You mean the courthouse? But that’s the last place I want to be!”

Iris shrugs. “I get why you’d feel that way after your trial last week, but I would still listen to Hurley if I were you.”

“Quite so. We are under rather trying circumstances at the moment. If you don’t show that handsome face of yours in the courtroom, a certain friend of yours may completely give in to despair.”

"A certain friend of mine...are you talking about Barok? Is he in some sort of trouble then?"

Sholmes stops after they walk briskly down the streets of London, a little ways from the pawnbroker’s.

"Oh dear. You really have no idea what's happening, do you?"

“Of course I don’t know!” Albert exclaims frantically. “If my calculations are accurate, I’ve spent about thirty six hours in that cellar with no word from the outside world whatsoever!”

Sholmes flags down a passing horse drawn cab, and it stops.

“I will have to explain everything on the way there, Professor. Your friend Van Zieks is in the middle of a trial, and we must arrive before it ends.”

Iris does her best to sound encouraging. “Hurley and I will be right there with you, so there’s no reason to be scared. You can count on us!”

Albert seems a little nervous as he speaks his thoughts. “I can’t even begin to form a hypothesis about what’s really going on. But it’s clear that Barok needs my help somehow! I’ll go with you, Mr. Sholmes. It’s the least I could do.”

Sholmes sees to it that all of them are seated in the hansom.

“Let us make haste then! We haven’t got a moment to lose!”

Sholmes presses a pile of coins into the cab driver’s hands. He mentions that there will be a bonus if they reach The Old Bailey before the trial concludes. The small open carriage practically flies down the streets of London towards its destination…

#Lynn's writing #fanfic notes #Adventure of the Great Vanishing Act #The Great Ace Attorney #Herlock Sholmes #Iris Wilson #Albert Harebrayne #bringing these three together was so exciting #I'm compelled to share my notes #because I'm not sure if I can write a full fic at the moment #I hope you all enjoy the ride regardless!

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tothedarkdarkseas · 2 years

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miiight be a little on the nose, but i really like the vibe of Sex Murder Party for them. My ideal 2doc MV honestly, is just them doing drugs together!

I had the same idea as you (love your idea by the way! so good) to have it mostly be someone else's POV, looking at Stu. The camera focuses on different parts of Stu's body, his face then down to his hands, the rise and fall of his stomach, his shoes, and all the way back up. It's in the middle of some dark party so sometimes the camera gets blurry/shoved.

You see Stu leaning forward to take hits from a bong the mysterious person is holding, then eventually they discard that and it cuts to a focused shot of Stu's hands as he rolls a blunt. The camera follows Stu up and he licks the paper to seal it.

Whoever's POV it is, they've been getting closer, since by the end you see less of the party and more of Stu.

3/4th way into the song you see Stu talk to someone off screen, then get pulled away by a pretty and manicured hand. The last explosion of the chorus is when the camera pans around and you realize it's been Murdoc's POV the whole time. It's just a slow zoom out as Murdoc glares from underneath his fringe, jealousy bubbling. The jealousy has nowhere to go, and instead of being angry, he just looks... Lost. Eventually you can see the whole room as Murdoc gets up and shoves his way outside.

Before he leaves he glances over at the coat rack at the front door, and sees Stu's bomber jacket. He raises a hand to cautiously feel it, before yanking it down and taking it with him out the door.

Song fades, you can faintly hear crickets and the dim noise of the party.

Haha, "my ideal 2Doc MV is just them doing drugs together," very on brand for this blog, I've got no notes! I love the imagery, I can envision some fun camera angles on this-- first person shakycam like Peep Show, coloured lights on the ceiling and wall behind Stu, shadows falling in the crevices of his face and chest to make him look stark and artful, fingers brushing skin but you can't quite tell where or who. The perspective narrowing until the party is irrelevant and only Stu exists-- not even the whole of him at once, but every individual part given reverence-- that's great, that's exactly what I'd hope to get from Murdoc's eyes. My favourite bit is of course Murdoc stealing his jacket, a little piece of him to keep (and nowhere near enough) and the ambient noise that follows. This may sound odd but I'm a big, big fan of the room tones, the wind, the hum of lights or a fan, the sound or lack of sound when the music is cut in films. I think it's so powerful. Audio editing is so underappreciated compared to visual cinematography. Anyway, I'm a fan of your idea (and I actually like Sex Murder Party a fair bit as well-- don't tell elapsedspiral. Just kidding, they're swashbuckling, they can't hear us.) Thank you for sharing with me!

#cw drugs ///

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sharksa-shivers · 7 months

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Big jump lol

(idk full context except it's a mission thing, Sharky was ahead when shit hit the fan and in a position where he was unable to go back while Max was closer to Kristy. So basicallyyyyyyyy the floor has started cracking and parts of the ceiling are falling, this is like some sort of underground cavey area so rocks and shit are coming down from the ceiling. How and why is this happening? Stop asking questions i don't have the answers to yet, fdshjfdhjfdhj, just enjoy the scene idea thing. Kristy has a rock fucking land on her and crush her leg pretty bad. Max quickly shoves it off and tries to get Kristy to her feet but Kristy cannot stand up, she's too hurt…)

Kristy:(panicking, scared shitless)Max, i can't walk!!!!! I can't!!!!!!

Max:(looking over at Sharky who's over near where the entrance was, the ground around the entrance having cracked into oblivion while the rest of the ground around Max and Kristy is also cracking)…….DAMNIT…Fine, hold up!!!! (Max quickly hoists Kristy up onto his back, Kristy hanging onto him tightly as he starts running over near Sharky/the entrance)Just hang on, i got this okay?!?!?

Sharky:(quickly digging into his backpack, trying to find a rope or something he can use to get his friends over to him, frantic as he's throwing the shit from his backpack everywhere)Fuck fuck fuck, shit!!! Where's the fucking rope????

Max:(backing up some as the ground continues cracking, as close to Sharky as he's gonna get, calling over to him)SO ANYTIME YOU WANNA THROW DOWN THE ROPE WOULD BE GREAT FOR US!!!!

Sharky:(fullmode panicking)………I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHERE IT IS!!!! I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE IT!!!!!

Kristy:(Scared shitless)You're fucking kidding right?????

Sharky:(panicking, trying to think on the quick)Just hang on!!!!!! I'll figure out something, fuck, maybe i can throw the backpack out and fucking pull you guys up with that????

Max:(staring annoyed)There is no fucking way you'll reach us with that thing!!!!!

Sharky:(panicking, scared as fuck for his friends)I'm fucking trying here!!!!!!

Max:(seeing the ground cracking more and more and more, he knows he has to do something since Sharky obviously ain't got anything in mind, he takes a deep breath and then looks over at Kristy)Hey, remember when i said hang on? Yeahhhhh, this is the part you're gonna really wanna hang onto me cuz i'm letting go cuz i got an idea in mind…(moves his hands off of Kristy, thinking and backing up some)

Kristy:(scared as fuck by that)……..Max what the fuck are you going to fucking do????

Max:(backing up still, targeting out his plan)I'm gonna fuckin jump, that's what…

Sharky:(overhearing that, scared even more hearing that)ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE??? JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING MINUTE!!!!!

Max:(pissy and trying to stay calm)WE AIN'T GOT A MINUTE, JUST FUCKING GET READY TO GRAB MY HAND!!!!!

Kristy:(scared, begging Max not to)PLEASE PLEASE DON'T, MAX, PLEASE, WE AREN'T GONNA MAKE THAT JUMP!!!!!!

Max:(annoyed, rolling his eyes as he stops and readys himself)You 2 spend so much time trying to tear me down and telling me what i can't do and then ignore all the crazy shit i manage to do on a daily basis, so like…Yeah, sorry, not listening…Anyway, uhhhh yeah, so hang on!!!!!!

(within a moment before Sharky or Kristy can protest him anymore, Max full fledge sprints as fast as he can and launches out towards the lower wall of the entrance, clawing into the wall and managing to get the jump though his clawgrasp on the wall isn't great)

Max:(he looks up at Sharky who's just narroweyed, stunned, staring at Max, Kristy having her eyes closed tightly as she holds onto Max as tight as she can, annoyed and tired as the floor entirely disintegrates behind them)…….So you gonna just keep staring at me or are you gonna pull me and your girlfriend up before we plummet to our deaths?

Sharky:(shaking off his shock, quickly grabs Max's wrists and pulls him up)…..Sorry, just…Holy fucking shit Max, jesus, you are going to fucking send me into cardiac arrest one of these days with this dumbass shit you do…

Max:(getting onto solid ground again, sitting and catching his breath)You call it dumbass shit, i call it actually doing things that need to be done, whatever i guess, either way. (looks over at Kristy)You can stop holding onto me that hard now, starting to make me very claustraphobic… ------------------------ Max doing crazyshit once again, yep...Also Sharky, you needa pack rope next time lmaooooo...

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Peter Parker x Chronically!illReader

again, these are based on some of my experiences, but everyone’s different || T/W: hospitals, pain, & med mention

for anon ❤︎

He figured it out pretty quick — while you don't want your chronic illness to define you, the people who know you will definitely know and Peter catches on pretty darn quick, maybe it's the "spider-sense." When you found out you were a little afraid he might not be as interested because sometimes situations and symptoms aren't always pretty or fun, and at times they're barely manageable. Yet, his response to you asking if he really wanted to get into it after figuring it out was shocking. "I love you," he stated, "and that's always going to be a part of you, right? So, I don't see it as anything more than a part of you, good days and bad days, I'll still love you. If you'll still love me, Spiderman and all." With a kiss to his cheek you smile, "it's always going to be a part of you, and I love you, so looks like we're stuck together."

Pick-ups — Peter is great at picking stuff up for you. If there’s anything you need that would help ease the pain / symptoms, the moment you mention it Peter is on it. // When you’re hanging out in his room, the moment you comment “I should have brought that with me-“ Peter’s jumping up and suiting up. “Why not just walk to the store?” You ask curiously, “I’ll be faster this way!” he says with a smile. “But you really think it’ll look very superhero of you if you get-“ / “I don’t care what other people think about what I’m getting, if it’ll help you, it’s always worth it.”

Staying home after a flare — Peter’s really cool about staying home. Since he’s not “mr popular” at school he’s a-okay with not being a part of every single activity at school, in fact he’s a bit of a homebody himself. You two spend time playing old Atari video games while Aunt May makes some snacks for the two of you while you attempt to beat him in asteroids. He also shows you all the cool tech for his suit and how he’s adjusting it / making upgrades. Sometimes Ned also comes over and you all work on a Lego collection together.

↳ Peter 100% lets you try out his spider-man gear when you’re having a down day. Sometimes he brings stuff to your room, like the mask and he lets you talk to Karen or he even brings the IronSpider and lets you se all the cool stuff inside, the different settings, modes etc. You've tried out the web-shooters a few times, but found it was incredibly hard to get off the walls and it just became a nightmare when you accidentally hit the ceiling fan.

Carry you — if you’re feeling fatigue Peter aways offers to carry you, no matter where you are or the situation. This includes swinging through downtown to get somewhere faster, or simply carrying you up the apartment stairs because a symptom hit you out of nowhere. Sometimes when you don't want to draw as much attention to the fact that you need some help, he'll just hook an arm through yours and let you support yourself against him; in other settings, like of trips and walks, he'll give you a piggy-back ride.

Medication reminders — you're pretty sure Peter has your medications down better than you do. He knows where you keep them at your place, where you keep them when you come over, and where he keeps an extra few in case you forget to bring it. He's also like clock-work if you have a pill-taking schedule. No matter what you're doing he gently reminds you that you should take your medicine, something that always shocks you is he doesn't say it in a condescending tone, he makes it sound totally normal, which helps you feel more comfortable with having to take a break and take something when need be.

He’s very sympathetic — while he doesn't know how the exact pain or symptoms feel, he knows what it's like to have different and unique things going on that no one else understands. That's a reason he always wants to be there for you, even if you just want to vent about the fact that you feel like no one sees your pain half the time, unless it's a major emergency, which then of course, when you don't want people to know, everyone seems to know and ask about it. Peter wants you to know that it’s a safe space to vent and talk about your feelings and how your feeling, even if it’s the same as you felt yesterday.

Doctor's appointments — Peter gets really nervous when you go to the doctor, he wants to be there, but knows he can’t always be there. However, he loves texting you while you’re in the waiting room, anything to keep your mind a little distracted while waiting. He’s a big fan of Snapchat, which results in some retry hilarious distractions for yourself. // You almost always call or FaceTime him with the results or just how the appointment went when you’re done.

Hospital visits — Aunt May and Peter visit you a lot when you're in the hospital. Aunt May brings you your favourite snacks and always makes sure to bring blankets, pillows, and anything else to make the room feel a little more like home. Peter also brings some familiar stuff, but most of all he just wants to spend time with you. He hates the idea of you being alone just waiting around for someone to come keep you company.

↳ in fact he hates the idea of you being alone so much that he's asked if he can stay overnight with you. The hospital says no, because he's not of age or relation status to do so. However, that doesn't stop him. After nightfall, Peter will scale the side of the hospital, find your room, and come in through the window. Naturally he brought his backpack with him, containing an extra blanket and pillow. Those nights are the best, because you wind up falling asleep in his arms. And even though the doctor give supi a weird look and asks if you had that hoodie on last night, it’s total worth it.

Lots and lots of affection — Peter loves doting on you physically, he wants you to know that you are loved and that you’re beautiful, no matter what your pain, flares, and bad days look like, you are loveable! He always greets you with a hug and loves holding your hand. He loves cuddling you or being cuddled by you, he’s a-okay with you being more dominant in the cuddle department, he just likes being close to you and feeling you near him. Other times when you want to be held he is absolutely going to comfort and cuddle the heck out of you—

↳ Peter’s dedicated to you, he’s in it for the long haul, so if that means cradling you because your shaking on the bathroom floor unsure of how your flare is going to behave to sitting with you (or outside and just beside you) while you take a bath, or staying with you in bed because you’re too tired, or hanging out on the sofa where you’ve made camp for the weekend, etc. He just wants to be with you.

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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buncha kisses

warnings: mature language, Good music mention, slight suggestive content, lotta name calling!, basically just fluff

tags: sapnap x fem!reader (a continuation of [renamed from “a collection of moments at the beginning of your relationship”] win for me, basically, with college!au)

words: 1447

A/N: a very sweet anon requested a continuation of college!au with sappy and had some great ideas for me! i love when you guys interact and talk with me pls continue to do so! been receiving a lot of really encouraging attention from some of my favorite people (ahem, for example @strawberrymilkgeorge [among others] <3) so i just wanted to say thanks for that :)

It’s a sticky day in May.

It’s that kind of hot that irritates under the skin and works its way through the hair on your arms. Makes you want to either rip your skin off or sink into a pool full of ice.

May is a month that Florida doesn’t take very well; it’s either raining like it’s the Great Flood, or hot as a mosquito’s ball sack.

And to make matters worse, it’s the due date of a huge calculus project. Like— weighted heavier than the final kind of huge.

You’d gotten up three hours before your final at 9 just to cram. Your desk was littered with folders, chapter notes, and highlighters dull with use. A half-eaten bagel was off to the side, staling by the second.

That was before your AC broke. Yup. Broke. Ka-put. Just full on died—it was almost audible. Your roommate had stumbled into your room, face creased with sleep, and cursed for thirty seconds straight.

Completely understandable, actually.

But you didn’t have time to fret about the damn temperature. You just took your shirt off, kicked the box fan near your bed into the highest gear, and breathed hot anger down into your notes.

The only relief you would find would be lunch with Sapnap after your final. His apartment had air conditioning, and he was surprisingly deft with a knife and cutting board. Dude didn’t know how to figure the mechanics for emailing his film class project to you that one time last semester but could whip up a Greek salad and broiled chicken like no other. Your own little Gordon Ramsey.

He was yours now, officially. As of last month he was yours. A month full of drive-in movies, failed study dates, and an absurd amount of McFlurry’s.

And that’s what is waiting for you in Sapnap’s cup holder when you swing your way into his car with an exasperated look on your face. You just melt, eyes flicking up to his gratefully and silently taking it.

“How was the final?” He lays a hand on the gear shifter and nudges the AC up one more tick. The door closes behind you and you shuffle your legs apart, leg hair tingling in this heat.

“It was fucking brutal. I think I developed an ulcer just looking at the reference page,” you huff and he just shakes his head, laugh hot on his lips. “Absolutely not worth the studying—think I got a good grade, though.”

“Well, that’s cool. I’m proud of you.” The engine chugs to life when he shifts into drive and starts for the side street.

“Thanks.” Your cheeks blush ever so lightly but you pass it off to the heat. A moment passes. “So.” The straw makes a choking noise as it nudges at the bottom of an empty cup. Jesus, you finished that fast. “What’s on the menu for today?” Brandy’s Sunny Day lilts softly into the blasting air as you settle into a comfortable conversation, schoolwork at the back of your mind.

“Thinking of making banana chocolate chip muffins and pigging on those. Thoughts?” Flicking on his left turn signal with his left hand, the right slides onto your knee.

It’s never too hot for that.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply, voice small in a sudden bout of shyness. He double-takes with a smile, squeezing once at your leg.

Pigging is a perfect term for what you two do the second those muffins are out of the oven; it is too easy to shove three of those in a matter of seconds. Bellies full and in a sugar coma, you two lay under the whirring of his living room’s fan and stare up at the ceiling.

“This feels so good,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. Reaching a hand out, he pats his way to your hand and takes it, immediately squeezing it. “Wish you were kissing me right now.”

“Oh, yeah?” You taunt and hike a leg up onto his hips, swinging onto his lap and leaning to get your lips near his.

And that’s that.

The night is perfect.

Sapnap ushered you into his car at midnight and within four minutes you were on a US freeway with your head out the window. Like a dog.

A lone bird flies past in the dark air and you watch it swing into a patch of trees. You just close your eyes and breathe.

The stress literally melts. Melts into a puddle and drips out of you, falling onto the black pavement whipping past at a moment’s notice. School is a bitch already, much less an American college education. Grades and tests and professors and GPA’s and all that.

You swear Logan Lerman’s character knew what he was talking about when he said “we were infinite” in The Perks of Being A Wallflower. That’s what this feels like: infinity. Going 70 in a car driven by your hunk of a boyfriend, feeling the wind in your hair and the taste of midnight in between your teeth.

The inside of the car feels sweet when you duck your head back in, smile wide and hair crazy and a content look in your eyes. Sapnap gives you a glance before looking back at the road nonchalantly and lifting to curl and twitch two fingers at you. You instinctively move forward, eyebrows drawn together in curiosity. Three fingers grip your jaw tight, and then his mouth is on yours as the chorus of The King swells through the speakers. You only get two seconds to hum in happiness and slide a hand up his chest before he’s pulling away and has those beautiful eyes back on the road.

“You’re mean to me,” you sigh, and settle back into your seat with a ‘hmph’. He just looks smug. Bastard.

The nights Sapnap plays video games with his friends are—hm. Definitely something. You like to let him have those nights with no distractions most of the time; and you’re categorized as a distraction by the amount of times he “lags” when giving you a kiss or getting you on his lap.

Tonight, he got off work early and on the drive home called and asked if you’d come over and sit with him while he Robloxes with his friends. (“It’s like you can’t go one day without your hands on me,” you’d teased, but he couldn’t say a thing in response. You were right, needless to say.) “You can bring your paints!” he’d even added, knowing you like to watercolor as a hobby. You weren’t necessarily Etsy-worthy but it was fun and a stress-reliever.

And so here you were. Legs crossed, sketch pad in your lap, watching your adult boyfriend yell so loud that his voice cracks and breaks with every change of tone. You really had to remember to apologize to his neighbors…

“Baby—,” Sapnap starts, swinging around in his chair to hit you with a look so pouty his lip was in danger of falling off. “My dear girlfriend. My lovely woman.” His question doesn’t even need to be asked— he wants you to go get him a drink.

“You’re a misogynist. I’m calling NOW on you.” But you’re already heaving yourself off of his mattress and heading into the hallway, faux-annoyed look on your face. It melts into a smile upon seeing that little canvas mounted on the wall next to the door to his bathroom. It was a haphazard portrait of his parent’s dog Bowser that you’d drawn the few days his step-mom forced him to bring you home over spring break.

When you return to his room a few minutes later with a Bang and a couple of snacks for yourself, Sapnap has his headphones off and is swinging his feet in his chair like a child waiting for their parents to pick them up from school. You approach him, apprehensive smile on your face, and hand his drink over.

“Thank you,” he drawls, mid-yawn, and sets it down on the desk. Snaking an arm around your waist, he drags you between his legs and stuffs his face into your shirt. He inhales deeply but pulls away after a pause, hands tight on your abdomen. You press a thumb into his cheek and rub fondly at his facial hair, watching the way his eyes close calmly and relax.

“You’re so cute it causes me physical pain,” is all you get out before leaning and pressing a kiss square on his pink lips. They move against yours like they were meant to, one hand sliding up the material of your shirt and onto your warm skin.

“You smell like Subway,” he murmurs, and then the moment’s over.

Typical.

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Hello again! I know that you aren't taking requests at the moment, and might be awhile until then but I want to ask you this. Can you one where MC turns into a child, but can only remember things from that age. For example, turning 5 you only have your 5 year old memories. And the things they remember are bad since they had a abusive past? So they would be scared of the brothers and flinch to small things because if this. Thanks!

w/ scared child!MC

TW: Mentions of Past Abuse

- As if his blood pressure wasn’t high enough already

- He gets a call from MC’s teacher in their Curses 101 class and is informed that MC made a mistake and is with Diavolo in his office

- He storms to Diavolo’s office with the intent to rip MC a new one, but is surprised when he yells their name as he slams the door open and is met with a crying toddler cowering in the corner

- He picks up the child recognizing it as MC and tries to soothe them, and succeeds much to everyone’s surprise

- The paternal instincts he had with Satan come back and he is ready to keep MC safe until the curse has run it’s course

- He brings them back to the House of Lamentation, wrapping them under his coat against his chest to hide them from his brothers who were sure to cause some sort of mischief

- He texts his brothers to inform them that MC has agreed to stay in the castle tonight to hang out with Diavolo to prevent them from looking for them

- He gives MC some blank paper and sets them on the ground away from his desk with some crayons

- He focuses on paper work as MC starts to get more comfortable with him and starts babbling to themselves about random things and coloring

- When he sees one of his paperwork stacks fall he gets annoyed and stands up to scold MC, but when he sees they’re crying and cowering away from him he leans down and starts picking up the papers quietly

- He reaches a hand out and MC flinches and starts to cry more as they apologize, but are shocked when he just gives them a pat on the head

- Eventually when MC gets sleepy he lets them sit on his lap while he does paperwork

- He goes into his demon form once they are fast asleep and wraps his wings protectively around them as he stares down at their baby cheeks as little snores come from them

- He wonders about their past and why they would act the way they do and he rests his chin on his head with both his wings and his arms around them as he falls asleep as well

- He falls asleep imagining having a kid with MC and how he would protect both of them from everything that comes their way

- He was the reason it happened

- He was bored and trying to get MC’s attention during potions class, and MC got annoyed when he refused to stop poking their cheek, so they swing at his hand that then knocked into the unfinished potion which tipped over, resulting in a tiny MC appearing before him

- All the demons around them looked hungry at the sight of an innocent human child, so Mammon immediately wrapped them up in his jacket (since they didn’t exactly fit in their own clothes anymore..) and sprints back home

- The second he steps in the door, MC swings their foot at his no no square and sprints away screaming and crying

- He sprints after them, capturing the squirming toddler with ease as he brings them to the kitchen and sets them on the counter

- He starts to dig through the fridge- usually if human children are fussy they want food right ?!

- He tries to feed MC, who sits there petrified by the food they present

- So he goes to Leviathan, the only person who would have human world food

- Levi yells at Mammon the second he comes into his room holding MC’s tiny hand

- When Leviathan stands up looking ready to fight, Mammon feels tiny hands clinging to his jeans, trembling with fear

- He remembers MC once mentioned their childhood not being too great as they had showed him a small scar from their past

- He goes into protection mode and transforms, wrapping MC up with his wings to shelter them from the raging snake boy

- “Don’t ya worry, kiddo! You’ve got the GREAT Mammon here, and my wings will shield us from the raging nerd!” he entertains them

- After getting some candy from Levi, he brings MC, who seems to be warming up to him, to his room, where they find fascination in his prized possessions

- He panics when he sees them run to his car and climb in the driver’s seat

- He follows them and sits in the passenger’s seat, buckling up as they pretend to drive super fast and furious

- He plays along with them and for the rest of the night he does stuff like making them “fly” and playing pretend

- At one point he takes them for a real fly, which ends with Lucifer hanging him from the ceiling for endangering the exchange student and not informing him of the mishap

- He had been doing online classes when he heard noises from the kitchen

- He left class early, opting to investigate to see if some normie had broken into the dorms

- When he arrived and saw a small child in the kitchen rummaging through drawers and making a mess, he screeches

- MC falls over, crying and wailing begging him not to hurt them

- He was still unaware that it was MC- so he ran to MC’s room, knowing they had stayed home sick that day and dedicated their sick day to practicing curses

- No MC is found and he panics even more

- That’s when he realizes why the fear in the kid’s eyes looked so familiar, he had recognized those fearful eyes from the TSL quiz when he lost his temper

- He sprints back and sees MC had fled the kitchen, lucky for him they left a trail of the food they’d spilled on themselves

- He finds MC hiding under the sofa in the common room, covering their eyes and shaking

- He gently reaches out and flinches back as they scream at the feeling of his touch

- He gently lays next to the couch and looks at them, leaving them alone until hey calm down, not wanting to scare them more

- When they do calm down he asks if they know him, to which they respond no and that they had honestly thought he was their dad

- His heart breaks as he realizes what MC must’ve been through if they heard yelling and could barely look long enough to realize he wasn’t their dad before they felt they had to run and hide

- He makes a mental note to cast a curse on MC’s dad later

- Does NOT want them in his room because of his precious Ruri-chan figurines

- So he tells them to stay put and runs to grab some of his older action figures he didn’t really care for anymore

- Will also dress up with them using older cosplays that he also does not care much for

- Humiliated when his brothers see him and the child dressed up as anime girls, so he picks them up and runs

- When he is tutoring MC he hears them misspeak and before he knows it a small child stands before him, blinking up at him before screaming “stranger danger!” and sprinting away

- He chases them around his room, doing his best to guide them to avoid his cursed books, and eventually corners them

- When he catches them by the wrist they scream and look at him with terror in their eyes

- This is where he remembers a late night talk MC had with him about their childhood and he suddenly feels very guilty

- He sits on the ground and picks up the most child friendly book he can find and starts reading out loud

- MC slowly inches towards him until he extends out his arm, beckoning them to come sit with him

- MC runs to his lap and sits, hiding their face in his chest and clutching his shirt as if they’re afraid he’ll get mad

- He gently plays with their hair and reads to them for an hour or so until he hears soft snoring

- He tucks MC into his bed before getting up and trying to find a way to lift the curse

- While reading through a curse removal book he hears screaming from the other side of the room, so he runs out from behind his multiple book cases and sees Lucifer holding a screaming and crying MC with a look of anger and confusion

- Lucifer turns to question Satan but before words can leave his mouth Satan has flung him against the book case while removing MC from his hold and sheltering them from Lucifer

- He tells Lucifer to get out as he cradles the crying child holding onto him for dear life and is a little shocked- but very relieved -when Lucifer leaves and only says “fix this and then find me so we can talk.”

- Satan is very very protective over MC and is constantly holding their hand and stuff

- When he finds out the curse will lift itself after about 24 hours of it having been cast he is relieved

- He will play with MC and teach them stuff all night and locks his bedroom door so they won’t see anyone else and get scared again because he just wants them to feel safe

- After MC falls asleep and he tucks them in he watches their sleeping face with a soft smile and can’t help but wonder if he and MC would have kids as cute as MC in the future

- Asmodeus is NOT a fan of kids don’t @ me

- The avatar of lust was shocked when he walked into MC’s room and found a toddler on the floor that looked eerily similar

- At first he would think of MC as snotty and messy and gross kid that he didn’t want anywhere near him so he’d be scolding them and telling them to go away

- When he looks down at the tiny human after telling them to just leave him alone very harshly he is shocked to see the terror on their face as they step back slowly as if bracing for impact

- Confused he goes to pick them up so that he can talk to them easier

- They kick and scream at him looking horrified of whatever he was about to do next

- He panics and tries to soothe them by holding them close and petting their head slowly and gently

- Once they calm down he is able to think clearly and realizes it must’ve had something to do with their childhood as he knew they had once said it wasn’t a good one

- He decides to put his own joy aside for the day by allowing them to hangout with him no matter how snotty and gross children may be

- He plays dress up with them and will do karaoke with them

- Whenever one of his brothers does anything that frightens MC he will be picking MC up to bring them back to his room before he goes back out there to have a bit of a “talk” with his rowdy brothers.

- He eventually falls asleep with them on his chest sighing happily and overwhelmed by the happiness he felt at getting to see MC as a child

- The experience made him start to want kids, which he had never wanted before

- When MC turns into a small human child he has to leave the room for a minute so he won’t eat them since they’re so small and vulnerable

- When he comes back and finds the contents of the fridge have been thrown about the room by the child he is like WTFFFF

- He goes Demon form seeing all the food ruined and MC screams and cries running away toward the door

- When the door opens to reveal Levi (who screams at the sight of a tiny MC) MC gets even more scared at the fact they’re surrounded by strangers

- MC hides in a cabinet covering their ears and squeezing their eyes shut waiting for someone to come pull them out

- When Beel reaches in to pull them out gently MC flinches and lets out a loud sob

- “I’m sorry for making a mess I promise I’ll be good please don’t hurt me!” MC cries scooting further against the back wall of the cabinet

- He tries to coax MC out of the cabinet

- When he does he picks them up and hugs them softly

- Beel decides to play with MC and wear them out so they will eventually fall asleep

- He takes them outside and they play in the back yard for hours

- Eventually chasing after the toddler wears out Beel and he falls asleep on the couch in the living room

- MC sits on top of him and watches TV before screaming because Devildom TV is very scary to a human child

- He is very good at comforting them

- He was asleep when it happened

- He woke up to tiny hands pulling at his hair as he yelped out in pain

- He pushed whatever had attacked him off the bed and shoots up - making eye contact with the small human

- He had to be dreaming, theres no way the human actually managed to mess up a spell this badly

- Is reminded that he is in fact NOT dreaming when MC moves to pull at his hair again

- He curses and pushes them off again which makes them cry

- Annoyed with MC, he picks them up and puts them next to him in the bed, urging MC not to pull his hair again

- They do though because they are a child and don’t really understand the situation they’re in

- When he yells MC flinches and runs away crying for their mom to help them

- He suddenly remembers everything MC had told him about their childhood and he feels very very guilty

- feels even worse when they return being carried by a very pissed off Lucifer who is humiliated to have the child referring to him as “mommy”

- Belphie can’t help but laugh as Lucifer looks ready to strangle the child, so he takes MC and uses his powers to make them fall asleep quickly- hoping that they’ll sleep over whatever they had cursed themselves with

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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The OM! Boys + their reaction to you walking into the room naked

My HC for this may be slightly different than the tiktok challenge (I assume that’s what you’re referring to), but hopefully you still enjoy!

(MC/Reader is GN)

Lucifer:

He doesn’t bother looking up when you step into his study--too absorbed in his current work. He needs to read through the proposal on his desk and have the signed papers to Diavolo by morning, and it’s already nearing midnight.

“Lucifer.”

“Hmm?” He doesn’t give you his attention, at first. He’s used to you coming to check on him when it gets late, pestering him about coming to bed and getting some much needed shut-eye. “I’ll join you shortly. I need to finish up here.”

“Lucifer,” you try again, tone a little annoyed. He pauses at that, not used to hearing you upset. He sets his pen down with a sigh--gloved hand combing through his dark hair.

“Yes, Y/N, what--,” his voice cuts off as his gaze finally finds you. You’re leaning against the doorframe to the room, arms hugged in front of you, and a playful look in your eyes.

There’s not a shred of clothing on your body.

Seeing that you have his attention, you don’t bother saying anything. Simply watch his reaction--loving the way his crimson eyes widen in shock.

However, it doesn’t take him long to recover. He presses to his feet, and steps around the wooden desk, a handsome grin on his lips.

As he approaches you, his demon form materializes without warning.

“You’re lucky that I could use a break,” he tells you, hooking a finger beneath your chin and forcing you to face him. There’s a sadistic glint in his gaze, one that has you swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth.

“But don’t think I’ll be kind. As much as I’m thrilled to see you present yourself to me like this, next time, you need to be patient. Now--,” his wings flutter, and you gasp as he cages you against the door. His fingers curl around your throat.

“Prepare yourself.”

Mammon:

He’s in the middle of looking up “get rich quick” schemes on his DDD when you enter his room without knocking.

“Oh~” he greets lazily, not bothering to turn away from his current task. He knows it’s you, because you’d messaged him earlier, asking if he was free, and alone.

He had assumed that you just wanted to spend some one-on-one time with The Great Mammon, and who could blame you?

“Mammon,” you call, a purr to your voice that makes the Avatar of Greed pause. Turning away from his DDD, he looks over and sees you leaning over his pool table, with your palms pressed against the edge of the wooden surface.

You’re...stark naked.

He can’t see your ahem nether region thanks to the height of the table, but he can see the tops of your hips, and there’s a very clear lack of underwear.

“Wh--!” his hand flies to cover his mouth, a brilliant blush blooming on his face. “Where are your clothes?!”

You blink innocently. “I figured you might like this type of surprise. But if I’m wrong~”

You fake a disappointed sigh, turning and acting like you’re going to exit his room.

Immediately Mammon is on his feet and vaulting over the pool table (quite literally). His arms wrap around your torso, hugging you protectively back against his chest. You can already feel that he’s semi-hard as his pelvis rubs against your ass.

“I...of course I like it,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Ya just surprised me, is all…”

You giggle, lifting a hand to pet through his hair. “Would you like me to stay, then?”

His arms wrap tighter around you, teeth nipping at the skin of your throat. “As if I would let ya go anywhere looking like this, silly human...you’re staying here tonight.”

Levi:

When you excuse yourself in the middle of the game the two of you are playing, saying something about needing the bathroom, Levi doesn’t think much of it.

His attention is solely on the screen of his computer, concentration through the roof as he completes the boss battle without your help (he really hadn’t needed your aid, anyway. He just loved spending time with you in person, and in game.)

Levi is in the middle of picking up all the rewards the boss had dropped following its defeat, so he doesn’t notice you return to the room.

“Levi.”

Blinking, the Avatar of Envy glances over his shoulder, hearing your voice behind him. The moment he catches sight of naked body, his brain short circuits.

With a surprised yelp, he instinctively swivels in his chair to face you, but his headphones catch--yanking his head back, and effectively making a mess of everything as the taut cord shoves an army of gingerly placed figurines from atop his desk.

Perhaps you should have waited for him to get his new wireless headphones from Akuzon before attempting this trend with him…

“Oh dear,” you sigh, an embarrassed blush spreading on your face as you survey the damage you’ve done. Levi is the same color as a tomato, his wide orange gaze shifting between your naked body, and the ceiling. Like if he stares at you too long, he’ll self-destruct.

“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment, sighing. “I thought surprising you might have been fun, but…”

Your voice trails off, a shiver raking up your spine as you feel something slick curl around your ankle. When you look down, you note it’s Levi’s tail. His demon form has materialized without you realizing.

“No, i-it’s fine…,” you see him swallow harshly, his tail continuing to wind up your leg. He tugs you forward, closer to him. His hands hover near your waist, his eyes soaking in the sight of you. You can see a tent beginning to form in his pants. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, and in the next beat, he’s all over you.

Satan:

Per usual, he’s engrossed in a novel, so he doesn’t notice your disappearance behind a particularly large stack of books. Nor does he hear the sound of you shedding your clothes.

Thankfully, he can’t miss the sound of his name falling from your lips.

“Satan.”

He turns his gaze away from the book, pausing when he sees you standing a few feet in front of him, completely nude.

His eyebrows raise high on his forehead, grin tugging at his lips. Silently, he moves to place the book face-down on the arm of the chair.

His obvious satisfaction at your surprise has you unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Like what you see?”

“You could say that.”

He presses to his feet and makes his way towards you--emerald eyes soaking in every inch of your revealed skin. When he finally reaches your side, his hands immediately reach out to grip your waist. His fingers give you a gentle squeeze.

“Is there some special occasion I should know about?” he asks, chuckling. You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. His smile widens at the action, gaze falling to your lips.

“No occasion. I just wanted to see how you would react.”

“And is my reaction what you were hoping for?”

You lean in, connecting your lips with his. “Mhm~”

The two of you share a few kisses, before Satan is backing you into one of the many bookshelves, his knee slotting between your legs.

He leans in, mouth hot against your ear.

“Getting the full experience of my reaction may take a few hours, just so you know.”

Asmo:

The Avatar of Lust has never heard of the human world challenge, same as his brothers, but he’s always more than open to seeing you naked, that’s for sure!

So, when you excuse yourself in the middle of your study-session--returning a minute later, and calling out his name so playfully--he’s thrilled at what he finds.

“Ooo~! Look at you!” He starts fanning himself, leaning back in his chair as he regards you with rapt attention. His honey colored eyes drag from the top of your head, all the way down to your feet, and back again.

“Will you turn for me?” He asks, biting his lip. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but do as he asks--slowly rotating yourself so he’s able to see every inch of your nude skin.

“Gosh, you should absolutely do this more often.” There’s a slight groan to his voice, a show of his satisfaction at your bold present.

“If I did, I have the feeling I’d never leave your room,” you respond with a laugh. Asmo jumps to his feet, making his way to your side. His fingertips roam over the skin of your arms, and he leans in to kiss you.

“Did you want to continue our study-session like this, or should I clear the bed?”

You smile against him. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Asmo giggles, and before you know it, he has detached himself from you. He works quickly to clear his mattress of any notebooks, and loose papers.

“Shame on you for tempting me like this, when I’ve got a test coming up soon,” he scolds you, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Once the bed has been cleared, Asmo crawls atop the plush sheets and settles on his side, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He beckons you with a roll of his finger. “Come here, darling.”

And you’d be a fool to disobey the Avatar of Lust’s command.

Beel:

He has invited you over to watch his favorite cooking show, but you’d left during the commercial break to go and grab some snacks (the ones he had already prepared long gone--filling his stomach).

It only takes you a few minutes to return, but since the program has started up again on the TV screen, Beel doesn’t bother looking up at the sound of the door opening.

“Y/N, hurry, they’re finishing up the dish,” he says, mouth practically watering. You silently make your way to his bed, dropping the snacks beside him. He mindlessly reaches for a bag of chips, attention still on the TV.

“Beel,” you finally speak. For the first time since your return, his purple eyes shift to look at you.

What he finds has the chip between his lips falling onto the sheets--his newly opened snack forgotten about. His adam’s apple bobs against his throat as he swallows, and you squeal in surprise as he suddenly reaches out--dragging you into him.

You end up straddling his lap, one of his large hands gripping your waist, while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.

Just like that, his favorite program is forgotten about.

“Itadakimasu,” he grumbles, mouth connecting with your shoulder.

He doesn’t question your lack of clothing--doesn’t need to know the reasoning for your current actions.

All he knows is that you taste better than his snacks, and are more entertaining than the cooking program.

Besides, he can catch the rerun later.

Belphie:

You decide to surprise him while attempting to wake him up from a nap.

After entering his room, you carefully shed your clothes, and then approach the side of his bed. He’s thoroughly snuggled beneath the covers, just his eyes, and messy hair peeking out from beneath the piles of blankets.

“Belphie,” you call out quietly, shaking his shoulder.

He groans, pulling away from your hand. His eyes don’t open, his groggy brain not ready to be awake yet.

“5 more minutes.”

You breathe a laugh, posing a hand on your hip. “Belphie, look at me.”

Despite not wanting to be awake, the Avatar of Sloth begrudgingly cracks his eyes open. His gaze falls on you, and you can see his eyes widen ever so slightly--the cogs in his brain beginning to move.

He stares at you for a few long seconds, eyes trailing the length of your naked body.

“Hehe~,” he extends his arms, the covers folding down as he reaches out and makes a grabbing motion at you, revealing the grin on his face.

You laugh, but nonetheless step forward into his waiting hands. Immediately he’s tugging you onto the bed beside him.

“Can you start waking me up like this from now on?” he asks, folding your head beneath his chin. His fingertips roam across back, settling near your waist.

“I have a feeling that if I do, we won’t ever actually get out of bed.”

He chuckles at your words, mouth moving to your ear. His teeth tug at your earlobe, and you can’t help but shiver.

“Hopefully that’s not an issue, because I don’t plan on letting you go now that you’re here.”

Solomon:

Despite being a magically inclined human, Solomon is a human nonetheless, so he’s aware of the tiktok challenge.

However, he never actually expects anyone to do it to him.

You’re chilling in his room at Purgatory Hall when he excuses himself to go and fetch a beverage. When he returns, he finds you right where you had been when he’d left--lounging atop his bed, on your stomach--but all of your clothes have disappeared.

For a half second, he wonders if he’d forgotten about a spell he’d cast on you as a prank. However, judging by the teasing grin on your face, and the glint in your eyes, your clothes have disappeared of your own volition.

Then, he remembers the tiktok trend.

“My apologies for not rushing to jump your bones like many of the men do in those videos.”

He walks over and calmly places the coffee mug in his hand on the nightstand. The bed dips a moment later as he moves to join you on the mattress.

However, rather than settle down beside you, he grips your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. Solomon then leans over you, caging you in as he lowers himself just inches from your face.

“While I may not have reacted like you expected, I’m more than happy to give you the same outcome.”

You grin up at him. “Which is?”

He smiles mischievously, his fingertips moving to dance across your ribs. You can feel magic buzzing on his skin.

“I think you know.”

Simeon:

Nothing can prepare Simeon for the moment he swivels around at his desk--his name falling from your lips, and beckoning his attention.

You’re over for a study date, and had excused yourself to the restroom for a moment.

“Yes, Y/N--?” his voice catches when he spots you there--standing in the doorway to his bathroom in all of your glory.

The Angel’s heart feels like it may beat straight out of his chest, his mind momentarily blue-screening as he stares at you.

“Wow,” he eventually breathes, raising a gloved hand to cover his blushing face. Despite obviously being flustered, his gaze still roams across you--only his mouth and cheeks hidden from view.

“Despite being a celestial, you’re truly the angel among the two of us.”

That gets you blushing, your arms hugging at your sides. Seeing you turn pink at his words has Simeon feeling a bit bolder, and he presses to his feet, moving to join you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“No you,” you mumble in response, pouting up at him, and wondering how he’d managed to turn the tables on you so easily. Simeon only laughs, leaning in to connect your lips.

“Thank you...shall we move to the bed?”

Oh.

“Yes, please.”

Diavolo:

Diavolo had been informed by Barbatos at the end of the student council meeting that you were waiting in his office for him.

Without a second thought, he had left to find you--assuming you wanted to talk about sometime in private with him. Which, honestly, he didn’t mind in the least, considering you were always good company.

However, the last thing he expects to find when he steps into his office is you, sitting behind his desk, in his oversized leather chair...completely nude.

You fold your hands onto the wood, smiling at him.

“Good evening.”

There’s a playful glint in your eye, one that has Diavolo’s initial shock wearing off quickly--replaced with amused interest instead.

Closing the door behind him, the Demon Prince slowly makes his way around the desk.

“Is there something you need to tell me about?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to surprise you,” you giggle, gasping when Diavolo suddenly reaches out and secures your waist.

He lifts you out of the black chair, seating you on his desk, and stepping between your spread legs. A blush dusts your cheeks, eyes widening as his grip slides down to your hips--his handsome face just inches from yours.

“Well, I certainly enjoy this type of surprise.” Diavolo grips your chin with his fingers, and guides you into a soft kiss.

“Perhaps you should surprise me like this after school hours more often.”

Barbatos:

While staying the weekend at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you volunteer to get up early and help the royal butler prepare breakfast. It’s a large job, considering the brothers, and other exchange students are staying over as well.

“Good morning, Barbatos,” you greet, stepping into the spacious kitchen. The butler, standing in front of the stove, takes a moment before turning to address you.

“Good morn--,” he begins, but pauses when he sees your state of dress. Or, rather, undress, considering you’re wearing absolutely nothing.

A light blush dusts his cheeks, and he coughs to clear his throat.

“Have you misplaced your clothing? It’s not wise to cook in such a state.”

“I just wanted to see your reaction,” you respond with a laugh, stepping further into the room. He notices that your clothes are bundled in your arms.

“Well, perhaps it is a good way to start the day off,” he comments, smiling as his eyes roam over your figure.

Then, he’s moving away, walking to the edge of the kitchen to retrieve something you can’t quite see. When he returns to your side, you note that he’s holding a plain, white apron.

“I hardly mind such a sight to accompany the breakfast preparation, but I’d prefer if you not injure yourself.”

He slides the neck of the apron over your head, and then moves to your back--tightly securing the ties. You shiver when his gloved hand traces the length of your spine.

He smiles charmingly at the reaction.

“Shall we get to work?”

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Overworked

Fandom: DC Pairing: Batsis!reader x Batfamily Word count: 3k Summay: Your on your way to be the next C.E.O. of Wayne Enterprises, but the road is filled with challenges and a lack of self-care that your family can’t help but worry about (based on this) Warning: Slight angst and unconciousness, near death experience Requested by a pretty great Anon: Can you do a one shot of future ceo batsis overworking herself with long days and vigilante nights and she’s basically not sleeping or taking care of herself and batfams gotta step in and make her listen to reason.

The cup of coffee had already grown cold, the liquid inside it stale and surely undrinkable, when you reached for it. Hardly the first few drops of the liquid had ran down your throat when you realized the horrible transition it had gone through from the nectar of productivity to the lovechild of tar and sulfur, your face distorting into an expression of utmost disgust as you quickly put it back down and besides the other six paper-cups that were all half-filled at most. You sighed when you realized that it must have already been an hour since you had made - and after completely forgot about - the coffee. It really was a cursed circle that you had been going through for the last eight hours. You made a cup, brought it to your office, drank a bit, forgot about it and realized how horrible it now tasted half an hour or so later and then you took at least another twenty minutes before deciding to head for your next cup. Was it already time for the next one? No, it could wait a bit longer. You turned your attention back to the screen in front of you - or rather the three screens - and let your eyes fly over all the data and graphs and numbers that you had to have in a presentable form by next morning for the monthly debriefing. This time would be your first time without Bruce on the sidelines and overlooking your work, a fact that made you feel proud at your accomplishment while simultaneously scaring you to the core. You knew that logically it wouldn’t be different than the last two - which you had also done basically solo with Bruce only sitting beside you silently observing - but there was still that internal voice that told you that without your father by your side the board would rip you apart until nothing was left over. You didn’t know what exactly caused it but suddenly you felt dizzy and the letters and numbers in front of you started swimming around, turning into absolute gibberish, the neon-lights of the screen hurting your eyes. No, not the screens themselves, it was the contrast between the brightly lit screens and the darkness that spread out behind them. It was only then that you let your gaze move behind the confines of your office and through the glass doors to the rest of the office space that was completely engulfed in darkness. Now you realized that it wasn’t only that, it was more, there was no soul wandering the floor and no sound beside the ever-so-steady growling of the computer fan and the clicking of your keyboard. “Fuck,” you couldn’t help but mutter when you looked at the clock beside you which already read half past nine. Which meant that you only had half an hour at most before your patrol started. Ignoring the pounding that built up in your head you tried to remember how it was possible for the time to surprise you like that. You had come to work at eight that morning and had spent two hours calling around, checking on contracts and meeting with potential clients, then you had your daily briefing with the department heads - which had extended into almost an hour because Brad from PR really couldn’t get his shit together - then you had to talk to HR about finding a possible replacement for Brad from PR and after you had started working on the numbers. And now you were standing in the elevator on your way to the car park. Did you have Lunch today? No, you had to skip Lunch break for Brad. What about Breakfast? No, wait, you forgot about that too. You rubbed your eyes and felt the need to curse rise again when you realized that you’d have to get right back to the numbers as soon as you had finished patrol which meant that you wouldn’t be able to sleep yet again. What was that? The fourth night in a row? Your only solace was the possibility that you’d maybe finish quickly and get a good one to two hours before you had to be back in the office, but deep inside you knew that it was unlikely. It hadn’t worked the last four nights either. But you’d pull through. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. After tomorrow’s meeting you’d go home at a normal time and indulge yourself in that full meal your stomach had been begging you for, sleep for a full eight hours and maybe even watch a movie if you felt especially crazy. Just for one night you’d really let yourself go. But for that to be possible you had to bite your teeth together and stay on your path.

The elevator arrived at the car park and you quickly rushed to your car and made your way to your apartment which - for maximum efficiency - was only a five minute drive away from the Wayne Ent. Tower, where you quickly rushed into the hidden side room to change into your gear. As you checked the time you realized that you still had a good five minutes before you had to check in with your father and you had to very quickly decide between your two options: quickly eat something or make and drink another coffee. You decided for the second one, but as you made your way to the kitchen counter where your coffee machine stood you caught a glimpse of the unopened stack of mail on the kitchen island and with a sigh decided to just get that over with, effectively ignoring both your previous options. The letters were rather quickly sorted through and before you knew you were standing on a nearby ceiling and activated your comm. “Y/H/N reporting from area 7.4 in central Gotham.” “Good evening Y/H/N, it’s Oracle, I’ll be your voice in the background tonight,” Barbara’s voice echoed through your ears and after exchanging the usual greetings she quickly gave you the location of a robbery in progress. With quick, experienced movements you jumped over the roofs until you stood on the ceiling of a jewelry which was - luckily for you - made out of glass. There was only a single man in the darkness of the store below you, using a flashlight to clean out the display cases, and he wasn’t especially silent so you used the noise to your advantage as you opened one of the few ceiling windows that were openable and let yourself glide down with a hook. “I think you have to pay for that,” you interrupted the robber who quickly turned around, his face hidden by a black, knitted hat with badly cut out holes for the eyes. He was definitely no professional. The man - obviously panicked - got out a gun with shaky hands and pointed it at you, but before he could even think of shooting you had thrown a batarang and the piece of weaponry landed on the floor too far from him that he could reach it before you. Seemingly not seeing another option the man started charging at you and you just sighed and said: “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” but by the end of the sentence his fist tried to make contact with your masked face, but you caught his hand expertly and used the momentum to twist it behind his back, grabbing the other one too and with quick movements you had used a pair of handcuffs that you had in your bat-belt™ to chain him to one of the displays before letting him go. “If you’ll excuse me for a second,” you mumbled before walking a few feet away where you told Barbara to contact the police and tell him they didn’t need to hurry. You had just finished the conversation and muted your mic again when the same dizziness as earlier in the office hit you but this time tenfold. It was like the ground was swaying below you and you had to take ahole of a countertop so that you didn’t fall. “Hey, are you okay, you look kinda sick,” the robber asked in an actual concerned voice, but you didn’t answer, instead you quickly used the hook you had attached earlier to let yourself swing out of the window again. “Y/H/N?” Barbara contacted you and you tried your best to swallow down the weakness in your muscles that suddenly seemed to grow over you. “Yeah?” “Bats asks you to meet him on the roof of the Jefferson building down in third.” “Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.”

You gave yourself another few seconds to collect yourself before you did as you were told and made your way over to the roof of the builduing Babs’ had told you to go to, the dark silhouette of your father’s persona already expecting you there. Like you had done so often before, you started to run towards the edge of the building next to it - the one you were currently on - and made yourself ready to jump, only for your muscles to suddenly give up on you and the only thing you felt next was the rushing of air as you were falling and then the sudden stop and pain in your wrist as something caught you. Bruce quickly pulled you up and even with the cowl you could see the concern. “You okay?” he asked, his voice worried which definitely sounded uncanny in connection with what he was wearing. “Uhm yeah, my legs just kind of gave up on me there,” you tried to wave it off with a chuckle, not wanting him to see that you were frightened to your core. “Y/H/N?” he asked again in that voice he had always used when you tried to sneak out at night and lied when he had caught you. He hadn’t used that voice in so long. “I’m serious Batman, everything is okay, it’s no big deal,” you huffed - now defensive - and stood up with your arms crossed in front of your chest. “It is when you suddenly fall from a roof. What would have been if I hadn’t been there to catch you?” he asked, now slight anger edging through the worry, but you couldn’t blame him. “I’m sorry, okay, it won’t happen again,” you sighed and hoped he would just let it go, especially considering that the dizziness started to return. Along with it came the heaviness of your eyelids that you had gotten used to that somehow now seemed to actively pull you down. You raised your hand to rub your eyes - hoping it would put some more live back into you - but even that slight movement seemed to be too much as the world started swaying again and you felt gravity getting the best of you. Something black started moving in front of you and you weren’t quite sure if you were falling unconscious or if it was Bruce who came towards you to catch your falling form, but it turned out to be latter when you found yourself being lowered to the ground and propped against the end of one of the vantilator shafts of the building with Bruce kneeling beside you. “You’re definitely not okay,” he muttered as he held your face in his hands to get you to look at him. “I’m just a little bit tired is all,” you tried to argue, but your voice was weak and almost started lulling. “When was the last time you slept? Or ate?” You shut your eyes in concentration as you tried to remember. “Wait I know the answer to that one,” you muttered but almost fell asleep, only being kept away when your head started falling downwards, “What did you ask again?” “When was the last time you slept an entire night?” he tried again, this time more specific. “What day is it today?” “Friday.” “Then I think it was Monday,” you whispered since suddenly the loud noise of your voice seemed to pierce your skull apart. “You were on Patrol from nine to two a.m. on Monday,” Bruce disagreed and you almost chuckled. “Yes, and after I went to bed and got a full five hours. That’s pretty good isn’t it,” you couldn’t help but smile almost proudly, your mind starting to fog up with bubblegum coloured smoke that made it impossible to think straight. “And when did you last eat?” Bruce sighed, worry and recognition crossed his face. He himself must have known too well what you were going through. You averted your eyes and looked down at your lap where you played with your hands like an embarrassed child. “Also Monday,” you mumbled and Bruce immediately shook his head. “That’s not okay, you have to take care of yourself Y/H/N, you’re no good for anyone when you don’t.” You weren’t sure if it was only tired paranoia that made you see only disappointment on your fathers face - that ignored all the worry - but suddenly the prospect of having disappointed him, the one thing that you were trying to avoid ever since you could remember, made tears well up in your eyes and your lip quiver, “‘M sorry,” you could just press out before the tears started rolling. Bruce immediately regretted his tone of voice, but he knew nothing he would say now would be remembered by you so he just pulled you up from the roof and started carrying your already passing out form towards the batmobil. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow…”

The feeling of waking up rested was foreign to you, especially since it wasn’t one of your four separate alarms that woke you, and caused you to immediately sit up, only to be pulled back into the mattress. Your eyes flew open and explored your surroundings. The chandelier above you, with rainbow-coloured glass-pendants and the dark blue dealing with the painted stars immediately calmed you again. This room was your childhood bedroom which meant that you were in the manor, which in turn meant that you were safe. For a moment the calm was pretty nice, but then you remembered your case of immovability and looked down at where your wrists came out from under the cover. They were bound by silky bands and a move of your feet told you that the same was the case for them. While you were contemplating ways to get out of the unbelievably good, but still comfortable restraints, the door started to open and you turned as well as you could towards where you smallest (figuratively and literally) brother entered. “Your awake?” he asked in his usual stern voice, but you had known him for long enough to recognize the hidden worry. “Yeah, mind telling me why I’m strapped to my bed?” “Forced self-care,” he stated matter-of-factly and you couldn't help but narrow your eyes. “What?” “You fainted on Patrol, father says you haven’t eaten or slept since last Monday so we took measures to make sure you wouldn’t kill yourself with how careless you are.” You wanted to reply with something snarky, but you were well aware that what he said was probably right. “I’m sorry okay, I just had a lot on my plate, but you’re right and I feel a lot better now that I had some sleep, so you can let me go again,” you tried to smooth your way out of there, but you had the slight suspicion that it was hopeless. “I respect your try but you will not be let go until father is certain that you’re better.”

“But I am better!” you whined and tried yet again to wiggle yourself out of the restraints. Damian just raised his eyebrows unimpressed. He walked over to a chair that was standing beside your bed and as you followed him with your eyes you noticed the shutted curtains and the small gap of light between them. “What time is it anyways?” you sighed and felt surprise when you had to hold back a yawn. “It’s about 8 a.m.” Your eyes widened. That meant you had enough time to get to the office! “Please Dami, you gotta let me go, I have to get to the board meeting,” you begged, starting to wiggle more and more, but to no avail. “But Ukthi, you-” “No you don’t understand! This is my first time alone, I can’t let dad down, I have to be able to pull through with this if I ever want to make it as the next C.E.O. Dad wasn’t allowed a break either.” “Ukthi-” “Damian please, please, I promise I’ll come back right after and take care of myself, but I have to do this if I-” “Ukthi! The board meeting was yesterday. You slept for over 24 hours!” Damian shouted to get you to stop interrupting him and when you realized the weight of his words you sunk back down into the pillow. “What? But I was supposed to…” “Father just postponed it, he didn’t leave room to argue, he also gave you the week off from patrol and work.” If your hands weren’t bound you’d probably sunken your face into them in shame. You tried to hold tears back as you looked away from Damian. “Y/N?” he asked and came closer. “I’m sorry, It’s just- how am I supposed to handle being the C.E.O. of Wayne Enterprise if I can’t even handle little things like board meetings? How am I supposed to take after dad?” “Y/N, you keep on saying how father managed to lead the business on his own, and how you should be able too, but you’re not alone. You’re not supposed to be either. You have all of us by your side for a reason and we won’t leave you alone with this. We’re here for you and you shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for help. We’re family, we love you and we want to support you with all we can. “For now, how about you rest a little bit more and then I’ll let you out of bed to get a proper meal, Alfred made your favorite. After that I’m afraid Father will want to have a word with you.” “Oh shucks….”

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Could I request a Stucky x reader, where they went on a date, but it gets interrupted by fans and reader feels jealous/upset about the attention Steve and bucky get from all the girl fans. Stucky notice, so Stucky show her that she's their best girl. Little fluff and smut if you're comfortable ♥️

Impromptu Dates | stucky fluff fic

Summary: Y/N gets jealous at all the attention her boyfriends are getting from the women. Steve and Bucky show her they only have eyes for her, no one else.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m not including smut because I don’t write smut, but I will include fluff!

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Waking up by falling face-down on the floor was not a good start to the day.

Y/N groaned, although it was muffled by the wood. This happened far too often - one of her boyfriends would have a dream and they’d kick her in their sleep. She wondered who did it this time and grunted as she pushed herself up, rolling over and staring at the ceiling for a moment to fully awaken.

“Good morning, Earth,” she grumbled, pulling herself to a sitting position and rubbing her face and limbs which had smacked the ground and was sure to leave a bruise. She stood up and looked at Steve and Bucky, who were still asleep. Steve was the closest to where she had been sleeping, indicating that he had been the one who kicked her.

“Steve,” she whined, crawling back into bed. When he didn’t respond, she nightly nudged him and he made a small noise.

“Yes, darling,” he mumbled, blinking a bit before fully opening his eyes. Within a split-second, the sleepiness that clouded his bright blue eyes was gone, an urgency replaced, as he sat straight up and gingerly brushed over Y/N’s cheek.

“What happened?!” He asked, which awoke Bucky who grumbled something incoherent. Y/N instinctively recoiled, as the little pressure he was applying made the bruise next to the left side of her nose ache.

Bucky sat up, at first looking at his boyfriend and girlfriend in confusion, but like Steve his eyes widened, although he was still a little sleepy.

Y/N blushed, a guilt wiggling its way in her stomach. “You kicked me in your sleep again, hon,” she murmured, not wanting him to feel bad and putting her hand delicately over his.

Steve’s shoulders slumped, defeated. He immediately leaned forward to kiss the bruise. “Gosh I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you and Buck out for lunch to make it up to you,” he said in a hushed tone.

Y/N, who still got butterflies from the kiss, smiled in appreciation and leaned back. “Well, thank you, but you really don't have-” she began to assure him, but was cut off.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant!” Bucky interrupted, a goofy grin dancing on his face. The slightest of gasps escaped from Y/N’s lips and she quieted down, completely for going to her favorite restaurant, and blushing when her boyfriends chuckled at her cuteness.

. . . . . . . . .

Y/N could officially say that she was having a great day. She had ordered her favorite lunch meal on the menu of her favorite restaurant with her favorite men in the world who were graciously paying for their impromptu date.

“Oh my god, is that Steve Rogers??”

GASP!

“And the Winter Soldier?”

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw three young women walk over to their table, eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of the heroes. When they were out in public, Steve and Bucky were approached by fans all the time. At first, it was a little bothersome, but now she didn't mind. She just smiled, watching her boyfriends’ eyes light up, since they loved and appreciated their fans.

“Can we get a picture?” One of the women asked, resting her hand on Steve’s shoulders.

Y/N didn’t think much of it, but couldn’t deny the breath she had released when her blonde beauty gently and kindly removed her hand from his shoulder. “Sure,” Bucky answered for Steve, making Y/N playfully roll her eyes (and grin when Bucky lightly kicked her under the table).

The two men took the picture and the women thanked them enthusiastically.

“Say, Mr. Barnes, do you have a girlfriend?” One of the women asked with a sly smirk. Her friend who was standing next to her lightly hit her on the arm and the woman by Steve rolled her eyes with a laugh.

Y/N did her best to ignore the question, trying not to think about it.

Bucky was a spy, so he made it look like as if he wasn't avoiding eye contact with Y/N (even though he was), but she could see straight through him. “Um, no,” Bucky answered awkwardly, the lie tumbling off his lips uncomfortably. The three had decided not to go public with there relationship yet.

“Are you looking?” The woman asked, leaning closer to him.

Bucky leaned away. “I’m flattered, but no,” he said, and the woman beside Steve barley let a couple seconds go after he answered to ask her question.

“What about you, Mr. Rogers?”

Y/N’s hand curled around her croissant.

Steve’s entire face got red.

Y/N’s finger’s tightened.

“N-no,” he chuckled.

“Oh. that’s good! I just applied for the Stark internship so maybe I’ll see you around!″

The croissant broke in half. Bucky covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter and then laughed even harder when he felt a kick to his shin. All eyes turned to Y/N. She fake smiled. Glared at her boyfriends. And got a check.

“Come on, let’s go,” the woman who had been watching her friends attempt to flirt with the super soldiers said, clearly annoyed. She took her friend who was standing near Bucky by the arm and dragged her away, the woman by Steve following.

As soon as they left and the waiter gave them their check, Bucky let out the laugh he was holding in and Steve looked back-and-forth between his boyfriend and girlfriend, utterly confused.

“Looks like someone is jealous,” Bucky teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve chuckled and grinned.

“Oh, c’mon,” Y/N muttered. “I’m not jealous, just . . . Those women were really pretty, okay? I mean, I saw you two blush!”

The Avengers softened and dropped their amusement. Bucky immediately stood up from his seat and wrapped her in his arms, even lifting her off her feet. “Bucky,” she said through her laugh, seeing Steve paying out of the corner of her eye.

Bucky laughed and set her down. “You’re the only one we have eyes for, right, Stevie?” He said, putting his arm around her.

Steve nodded, standing up. “Definitely - and the only reason I was blushing was because I was surprised, you know?” He said, looking at her with the kindest gleam in his eyes that made Y/N melt.

She nodded and took his hand in hers. “Of course, I believe you,” she said softly, and the three left to enjoy their day at their apartment.

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In the Morning, You Will Be Awake

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“Carlos, I’m about to do something stupid.” “Uh, can you elaborate? What do you mean by stupid?” “I could just swallow down a bottle of pills, and then I won’t bother anyone anymore.”

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One bad feeling and a chilling call later, Carlos has to deal with the most troubling danger T.K. has ever attracted.

In the morning, Carlos woke up with a bad feeling in his stomach. He looked over at T.K., who was still sound asleep and nudged him awake. They both had early shifts, so they’d used the same alarm, but T.K. had slept through it. “T.K., the alarm went off,” Carlos told him, and T.K. buried himself deeper in the blankets. “Did you hear me?”

“I’m not going in,” T.K. said groggily.

“Are you sick?”

“I woke up early, not feeling great. Nothing major, just a little meh, but I texted Tommy that I wouldn’t be able to make it for my shift.”

“Yeah, okay. Do you want anything?”

“Just sleep.”

“I’ll come to check on you before I leave,” Carlos replied, dragging his feet to get ready for work. Anxiety fermented in his stomach, but he assumed it was just because work had been stressful. After the long week he’d had, including an incident with a gunman, it was no wonder he was feeling a little on edge.

Before he left, he poked his head into the bedroom. T.K. was still awake, staring at the ceiling. Carlos set a glass of water on the nightstand and kissed T.K.’s temple. “I’ve got to go. Do you need something before I go.”

“I’m good, Carlos.”

“I’ll be available if you need me, or you can call my mom whenever.”

“I’m a paramedic. I can handle myself, but thank you. I love you.”

Carlos hesitated. Something told him to stay. To call off with a fake cough and make sure T.K. was okay, but he didn’t want to be overbearing, and the strange feeling he had when he woke up was probably warping his judgment. “I love you too.”

Carlos couldn’t shake the bad feeling during his shift. “Hey, Reyes,” Mitchell said, and Carlos jumped, and his coffee splashed in waves near the lip of his cup. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?”

“My gut tells me something is wrong.”

“With what?”

“T.K,” Carlos replied.

“Are you two fighting or something?” Mitchell asked sympathetically.

“He’s sick.”

“Something serious?”

“It didn’t seem that way.”

“See? You’re worrying over nothing. I’m sure T.K.’s just got a cold or something.” Mitchell sounded so confident that Carlos almost relaxed, but he couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts that followed him.

For his own comfort, Carlos called T.K. at lunchtime. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good,” T.K. said, but his voice was slow. “Lousy, actually, but not bad enough to worry.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” Carlos promised.

“It’s the third Friday,” T.K. said.

“Yeah, so?”

“Isn’t that your night out with your colleagues.”

“Shit, yeah. I can skip it.”

“You should go,” T.K. said. “I won’t be much fun.”

“Will you be okay?” If T.K. told him so, he would believe it.

“Unless you’re my immune system, there’s not much you can do.”

“Do you think you’ll need to see a doctor?”

“It’s not that bad. Go out with your friends tonight, and I’ll still be here when you return.”

“I won’t be late.”

“Don’t rush home,” T.K. said, and it almost sounded like T.K. wanted him to stay out later. “Who all will be going out?”

“Me, Mitchell, Rey, and Murphy.”

“Rey, Reyes, Mitchell, Murphy. Sounds like a band.”

“Very funny. I’m glad you’re not feeling too sick for your stand-up act.”

“I need to practice. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my fans.”

“Keep practicing. You’ve got work to do.”

“Who’s the designated driver tonight?”

“Rey,” Carlos said with a scrunched nose.

“Oh, so you get to be crammed in the tuna car. Sorry to hear it.”

“Me too.” Carlos chuckled and looked at the time. “I’ve got to go, babe, and I bet you probably want to get some rest anyway.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk tonight when you get home,” T.K. said, the humor in his voice gone like he couldn’t withstand the energy of the conversation anymore.

Carlos felt that same bad feeling he had in the morning, a pang in his chest. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” T.K. said too chirpily. “I’m just tired, okay?”

“Sure. Call me if you need me. Anytime.”

“Of course. Be safe, Carlos. I love you.”

“You too,” Carlos said before hanging up. As he finished the last bites of lunch, he wondered what T.K. would be having. They’d been too busy to go to the grocery store, so they’d been living on takeout and whatever they could find in the pantry. He cleaned the crumbs from his desk, and he texted his mom, asking her if she would bring T.K. some soup for dinner if she got the chance. He told her from the can was fine, but she texted back within a minute that all that sodium wasn’t good for a sick person and that she’d throw together something of her own. Carlos suspected that Andrea knew the gesture would be more healing to him than T.K.

“Did you have a good lunch?” Mitchell asked.

“Let’s just focus on work,” but no matter how much Carlos tried to stay present, he kept thinking about T.K. during any spare moment.

Before leaving work, he texted T.K., Last chance. You need me to come home?

no hve fun, T.K. replied.

Going out with did Carlos some good. With one beer down, the edge of Carlos’ worry started to fade, but it was still there, and he couldn’t quite keep up with the conversation like he usually did.

“What’s with you, Reyes?” someone asked.

“Carlos has been a spaceman all day,” Mitchell said.

Connor Rey gave Carlos an appraising look. “That’s the look of a man thinking about his better half.”

“T.K.’s sick, and Carlos has been fretting all day.”

“Awe,” Dillion Murphy cooed teasingly. “I remember when Annie and I were like that. Now with the babies, we’re too busy to worry.” Murphy took a sip of his beer. “It’s not serious, is it?”

Carlos shrugged. “He didn’t even really say what was wrong.”

“Then, it can’t be that bad.”

Carlos wasn’t so sure. “He’s kind of a trouble magnet, so his standard for something being wrong is higher than the average man.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure. He’s a bit of an urban legend at the station. I tell my rookies that if he’s on the scene, they better look out,” Rey said. “Don’t worry too much, buddy.”

“You’re right.” Carlos canged the conversastion. “The kids are doing well, Murph?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re starting to walk, though, so I’m not doing so well,” Murphy said with a laugh. “They’re a workout.”

“That’s probably good for you,” Mitchell said.

“Yeah—” Carlos cut himself off as his phone started to ring.

“Is that the boyfriend?” Mitchell asked.

“My mom, but I still better take.”

“Such a momma’s boy,” Murphy said with a laugh.

“Hey, Mom. What’s up?”

She said something, but it was too loud to hear. “Hold on, Mom. I can’t hear you.”

“I’m going to take this outside,” he told his friends, and they nodded.

He rushed through the doors, and the cold air hit him. “Okay, Mom, I’m ready now.”

“I’m worried about T.K.,” she said.

“What? Why?” Carlos said, unease turning into full-fledged fear.

“Carlitos,” Andrea said, “Did T.K. tell you what was wrong with him?”

“Not really,” Carlos admitted, wishing he had pushed the issue.

“I went to give him some soup, and he seemed really down. Depressed.”

“How sure are you?”

“I know that he wasn’t physically sick.”

“How could I have noticed?” He wished he’d listened to his gut feeling.

“I don’t think he wanted you to know, and I think he didn’t think I’d notice.”

“But you’re a smart woman.”

“That’s why I am calling. I don’t think he should be alone. I tried to make excuses to stay, but he wasn’t having any of it. He didn’t even want my soup.”

“Thanks for trying. I’m going to go home now and make sure everything’s okay.”

Another call came through his phone. Carlos looked at the screen and saw T.K.’s name. “Mom, I’ve got to go, T.K.’s calling.”

“I hope he’s okay. I love you, mijo. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“I will. Love you too,” Carlos said in a rush to catch T.K.’s call, but the phone went quiet and dark.

He fumbled to get to T.K.’s contact and pressed the contact button. The call went to voicemail, and Carlos tried not to panic. “Hey, I was on the phone with my mom, so call me back when you get the chance.” He sent a text saying to call him. Maybe it was overkill, but he let out a breath when he saw it had been read, and a call came through on his phone.

He answered on the first ring. “T.K., hey. How are you feeling?”

T.K. said something, but a group of loud college students had gathered around Carlos, and he couldn’t hear anything. He walked down the street just enough to hear himself think and T.K.’s tinny voice.

“What was that, babe. It’s loud here.”

“Carlos, I’m about to do something stupid.”

“Uh, can you elaborate? What do you mean by stupid?”

“I could just swallow down a bottle of pills, and then I won’t bother anyone anymore.” Chills ran down Carlos’s neck.

“No one feels that way.” Carlos tried to keep calm, but his lungs weren’t cooperating. “Are you at home? I’m going to come there, okay?”

“What’s even the point?”

“The point of what?” T.K. wasn’t saying anything. “What are you talking about?”

“I just want to make sure you’ll be okay no matter what.”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay, T.K.?”

“You’ll be alright, won’t you? Sometimes, things have to hurt to get better.”

“You’re scaring me.”

Carlos barely noticed the shadow beside him and then the hand on his arm— Mitchell.

“Is that T.K.?” she whispered, and Carlos nodded.

Carlos was at least thirty minutes away from home. “T.K., I know you’re upset, but if you just wait a little while, we can talk this out. Okay?”

Carlos put his thumb and pinky out to signal a phone and flashed the digits for 9-1-1. “Things were supposed to stop being so gray, Carlos, but I just feel bad.”

“Call 9-1-1?” Mitchell confirmed as T.K. said. “It’s just so pointless.”

Carlos nodded at Mitchell. “Medical?” she asked.

“T.K., are you going to hurt yourself?” Carlos spoke clearly so that Mitchell could get an idea of what they were dealing with.

Mitchell’s eyes widened, but she quickly shook off the shock and stepped a few feet away from Carlos to make the 9-1-1 call.

The silence on the other end was too long before T.K. said, “It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” Carlos felt his heart skip a beat. “I mean, it’s not your fault.”

“We’re in this together. I can’t get there right now. I’m too far away, but I’m going to send you help, okay?”

“Don’t do that. I don’t need that.” T.K. backtracked, “I’m just talking nonsense.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad to hear that, but you can see why I would want to be a little cautious, can’t you?”

“I’m the worst, and I want to stop being the worst.”

“Did something happen to make you so upset?” Carlos didn’t know what to say. Any training he’d had on dealing with a suicidal person had been corrupted by his nerves, but he wanted to keep T.K. talking until help arrived.

“It’s too late.”

“Too late? What’s too late? Whatever’s the matter, we can fix it. You don’t have to hurt yourself.”

“No one can help me anymore.” T.K. took a few labored breaths, and Carlos heard him retching.

“Did you take something?” Carlos asked.

Mitchell was back by his side. Rey and Murphy were beside her, and Carlos hadn’t even noticed them coming out, and he didn’t know how much they’d heard, but it didn’t really matter because there was nothing that any of them could do.

“Ibuprofen. Couldn’t even end it on something good. It’s so pathetic.”

“How much?”

“I don’t know. It was a while ago.”

“T.K.—”

“I feel really sick. I’ve got to go, Carlos.” T.K. took a breath. “I love you, and thank you for loving me. That was really nice. Nicer than I deserved.” The call cut off before Carlos could say it back.

“Fuck!”

“Come on, Reyes. I’ll drive you,” Rey said gently.

“Thanks,” he said, completely defeated. Mitchell guided him to the car as he tried to call T.K. again, but the calls went to voicemail immediately, and the texts went unread.

They piled into the car, and Carlos wanted to be sick for reasons unrelated to the tuna smell. “I have to call Owen,” Carlos said, slamming the door of the passenger seat behind him.

Rey turned the key to ignite the car. “Is he on shift?”

“Should be. Who knows if he’ll answer.” Carlos didn’t even know if he wanted Owen to answer. Because how was he supposed to break this kind of news?

“Go ahead. Make your call. Dianne’s going to text with any updates, so you’ll know if anything happens,” Mitchell said, and Carlos couldn’t remember who Dianne was, but he was grateful for her.

The dial tone began, and by the fourth ring, Carlos was starting to think Owen wasn’t going to answer, but he heard a low voice by the fifth ring. “Carlos, is something wrong?”

“Um, sir, Captain Strand,” breaking this kind of news had never come naturally for Carlos. With his line of work, he should have gotten better at it, but it still felt unnatural, and it was worse when it was personal. “Uh, there’s something wrong with T.K.”

Owen made a strangled sound and cleared his throat. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m trying to get home, but I’m about half an hour away. I called 9-1-1, and first responders should be there any moment.”

“What happened?”

Oh right. He’d forgotten to say that part, the dreadful, terrifying part. “He wasn’t making a lot of sense, sir, but we think it’s a likely suicide attempt.”

“Oh god. Oxy?”

“I don’t think so.” Carlos sighed. “Listen, Captain Strand, I better go. I want to try getting ahold of T.K., but I’ll keep you updated.”

“I’ll meet you at the apartment.”

“He’ll be on his way to the hospital by the time you get there. I’ll give you the info as soon as I have it.”

Owen didn’t sound happy about that, but he obliged. “Alright, Carlos. Thanks for letting me know. I’ll tell the team what’s happening and Gwyn.”

“Yeah, of course. Talk to you later,” Carlos said and hung up, fingers shaking.

“You okay, Reyes?” Murphy asked.

“I should have stayed home this morning,” Carlos said guiltily.

“You couldn’t have known.” But he had known. He’d had that terrible feeling, and he’d ignored it.

“I had a bad feeling.”

Murphy reached towards the front of the car and patted his shoulder. “Most of us have that before an early shift.”

He tried T.K. a couple times, even though he didn’t expect a response, and he froze when he looked back and saw Mitchell’s face lit up by her phone. He raised his eyebrows hopefully, and she shook her head. “No word yet.”

“They should be there by now,” Carlos said anxiously. He looked out the road, and it stretched too long in front of them.

The phone lit up again. “You’ll know as soon as I know anything,” Mitchell promised.

The image of T.K. dead on their floor gripped Carlos’ thoughts. He imagined that T.K. was already gone, and by the time the ambulance got there, it would be too late. They’d find T.K.’s dead body and wheel him away. Carlos would never get to say goodbye, and he’d never utter better last words than the desperate ones he had said. They’d never get married or have kids. Their plans would crumble, and the earth would lose one of the best people on it.

“Carlos,” Mitchell said. “Carlos!” she repeated when he didn’t answer. “They’ve got him. They’re taking him to WP memorial.”

“I’ll redirect there,” Rey said, and Carlos took a moment to appreciate that his friends hadn’t had to think about helping Carlos. They’d just done it without complaint.

“How is he?” Carlos asked, too scared to feel any relief.

Mitchell gave a somber look. “Medically, he should be okay, but I don’t think he can get out of a psych hold.”

“I know,” Carlos said as he texted Owen what he knew. “He’s not going to want to stay.”

“None of this is easy,” Mitchell emphasized.

It took twenty long minutes before Carlos arrived at the hospital. A building had never looked so foreboding. He almost wanted to stay in Rey’s smelly car just to avoid the chaos that awaited him, but more than anything, he needed to see for himself that T.K. was okay. Because he still didn’t fully believe it.

“Want us to come in with you?” Mitchell offered.

Carlos shook his head. “It’s better I go in alone.”

“Yeah, of course. Whatever you want.”

“You’ll get through this,” Rey added as Carlos gathered himself enough to enter the hospital. “Anything you need, just let us know.”

“You know you’re like family to us, man,” Murphy added with a sad smile.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Text when you get the chance or if you need to talk,” Mitchell said.

“Yeah,” Carlos said, shutting the door behind him, hurrying into the hospital, and taking the stairs to T.K.’s floor because it would be faster than the elevator, which was known for taking forever. He knew the hospital too well for his liking, but the intimate knowledge helped him move with efficiency towards T.K.

For as long as he’d wanted to see T.K., Carlos hadn’t been prepared for the sight. He froze in front of T.K., eyes watery.

“Hey,” T.K. said, voice small. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his skin looked a little gray, but he was alive, and he didn’t look sick, but that was the scariest part of the sickness T.K. had. It lived beneath the surface, where no one could see it.

Carlos forced his legs to move towards the bed and dropped to the side of the bed, crouching so that his head was at the level of the mattress, overwhelmed by the sight before him. He took T.K.’s hand and intertwined their fingers. He leaned down and softly kissed the back of T.K.’s hand, never wanting to let T.K. go.

“I’m okay,” T.K. said. “Just embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Carlos kissed T.K.’s hand again.

“How did you even get here? You didn’t have your car.”

“Rey and the others were a lot of help.”

“How much do they know?”

Carlos wasn’t going to lie. “Most of it.”

“Who else knows?”

“Your dad, your mom, the 126 probably.”

“So what you’re saying is that everybody’s going to think I’m crazy now.”

“No one thinks that. We all just want to support you.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” Carlos couldn’t keep the skepticism off his face. “I wasn’t.”

“Do you remember what you said to me on the phone?”

“I shouldn’t have made that call. It was a shitty thing to do.”

“If you think the call is the problem, you’re missing the point.”

“I’m sorry, Carlos. I didn’t want to upset you.”

Carlos took T.K.’s hand. “You don’t need to be sorry, but this isn’t going to just away.”

“I know,” T.K. said. “How long do we have before my dad is here?”

“Not long. He’s probably breaking all the traffic laws.” Carlos smiled a little. “Judd’s probably helping him.”

“When can I go home?” T.K. asked Carlos.

“I don’t know.”

“I just want to get out of here.”

“The doctors will want to keep you for a little while.”

T.K.’s face fell, and his voice was stiff. “Is that optional?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m not going to kill myself, Carlos.” Carlos bit his lip. “Seriously? I’m not that messed up.”

“You already tried. You took a shit ton of ibuprofen, remember?”

“Come on, it doesn’t do anything. It’s barely even lethal.”

“Oh, yeah, barely lethal. That makes me feel so much better,” Carlos said sarcastically, and then he saw how worn down T.K. looked and regretted his tone. He softened his voice. “This will be easier if you listen to your doctors.”

“I’m not going to have much of a choice in it.”

“They don’t have to force you to do anything if you comply with their expert opinions.”

“They don’t even know me.”

“It’s only going to be a couple of days, and then, we’ll see what we have to do from there, take it day by day.”

“I didn’t want to leave you,” T.K. said. “That’s not why I did it.”

“I know,” Carlos said through a lump in his throat.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah, I know. I understand.” Carlos stood up from his crouched position and leaned to kiss T.K.’s temple, still holding T.K.’s hand. “You don’t have to explain yourself unless you want to.”

“It comes out of nowhere, sometimes. I’ll go from being just a little down to thinking that it would be better not to exist.”

“That must be hard.”

“It doesn’t really make sense. I’ll be up at night, with you right by me, and I’ll think that it would be better if I just didn’t wake up.”

Carlos squeezed T.K.’s hand to remind himself that T.K. was still there. “That’s why you need to get better, so when you go to sleep each night, you know that in the morning, you will be awake.”

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You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt15 Final

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12 Pt13 Pt14

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature.

Previously

“Okay, now here’s the Plan” Satan start discussing about how to trap Lucifer and make sure that he and Mammon stay in one place and not make the same mistake as before.

“Why do I have to carry the two of ya” Mammon as Levi and Belphie are in his arms. While you are with Beel upfront and Satan with Asmo is behind of two, as Beel following Lucifer’s scent.

“Because your more bigger then Beel right” Levi answer him, and Mammon just groans at him.

“I didn’t realize how soft your feathers are Mammon, this could be great for pillow stuffing” as Belphie said it, he nuzzles his face on to Mammon’s arm. Hiding the fact that he misses his big brother.

“OI! Don’t get any idea!!” Belphie sleepy laugh at Mammon’s bash reply, which Belphie scoffs.

Beel track down Lucifer’s scent in the mountain’s valley near the woods where Mammon’s treasure cavern is, soon you all hear a shrike from the distant, to both Mammon and Satan displease with the latter which clench his fist so tight he dug his nails into the palm of his hand.

“Satan, are you okay…...your trembling” Asmo asks as he feel Satan shaking.

“It’s fine Asmo…... it’s just my instinct kicking in, maybe because we’re in his territory I start acting like this. Shit I didn’t expect this strong of a demonic presence, this ruin the plan entirely”

“So, what now?”

“Our best bet is y/n’s pact with Lucifer, pinning him down long enough for at least on of us cast a chain spell on him, then Mammon can make sure he doesn’t escape”

After minutes of flying, both Asmo and Beel to feel weak and unease, and Mammon sees it.

“Oi, what’s going on with you two”

“I don’t know…... its like my body is getting heavy” Beel can barely say it, he felt like something is causing his body to feel numb.

“I think…... I can’t go on” Asmo started to slowly decent down, as Satan tries to talk to him.

“Asmo! You need to~”

Suddenly both Asmo and Beel felt a surge through their body, they felt that their wings are getting heavier.

“Shit! I can’t move wings” Beel is trying his damnedest to keep flying, eventually he can’t take it anymore and decided to make an emergency landing in one of the path ways between the mountains, and Asmo followed suit with Mammon not far behind.

“Beel! Are you okay!” Belphie immediately rushes to his twin’s side as Asmo can barely stand, while the rest looks around to see where you guys landed.

“Mammon…...” you called out to him, with a worried tone in your voice, as if you felt someone or something is watching you.

“Stay right there, I’ll come to you” Mammon start walking towards you, when he stops and his feathers immediately stand upright, and his wings is spread out in a defensive way.

You quickly turned around to see a black griffin-like demon with six pair wings, a tail with seven peacock feathers on the tip end, familiar horns and eyes with the sclera ink black with crimson red eyes staring directly at you.

“Lucifer…...” you mutter under you’re breathe as your eyes start to shifted, scared of what’s is going to happen.

Lucifer shrikes, launches himself towards you, but Mammon leaps over you, and colliding with Lucifer. The two of them fall on the ground and quickly got up and take a defensive stance as they growl at each other.

“Lucifer! Snap out it. Your better than this. You know us, you know me!” but the only thing that Lucifer did was shrike at Mammon and rushes at him. But then.

“Lucifer. STAY!?!” Immediately Lucifer was pinned on the ground, and try to struggle out of the invisible force on his body down.

Mammon turns around to see you with one hand reaching out and your pact mark with Lucifer glow on the right side of your chest, but Mammon can see that you’re struggling to hold down Lucifer.

The others finally got up, then Satan start casting the spell while the others circle around the two older brothers.

“Lucifer!!” Asmo calls out to him only met with anger shrike, then Levi and Beel start walking close to the two.

Feeling surrounded and threaten by his brothers. Lucifer, let out an eerie shrike causing the other brothers halted in place as they can feel their body twitching uncontrollably as they feel an uncontrollable force making their body weak causing them to fall on their knees all expect Mammon who fought the effect of Lucifer’s shrike, as he makes his way to him.

He sees it in Lucifer’s eyes. Fear, panic and confusion in his eyes just remained when he was like this, not even fully changed yet, and he was terrified. But you were there with him before and after transformation to keep him company and you might know it, but you were his guide back to his sanity when he was lost in his own instinct, now you’re helping him with Lucifer’s own beast.

This time he’ll be the guide for his brother, now he towards over the avatar of pride subdue state, with the attend to remain him of the promise he made with him long ago.

“Lucifer” Mammon calls out to his brother with sincere and honest in his voice “I’ll still stand by you, Lucifer” He stop shrike, and look at Mammon with confusion in his eyes. “Remember what I said to you long ago, I never regret following you and never will we need you Lucifer."

Mammon, will not let this happen, losing him like this. not even in a fight.

But he didn't know that Lucifer can hear him and remember that night.

The night he took Mammon's advice, and that draw him back to his senses, as Mammon continue on.

"And if I have to beat that to your thick head to make you realize that we need you and how much you need me. I know you’ll never say it~”

“I do need you Mammon….” He’s eyes widen to hear Lucifer talk to him, even his like this “I…...I’m sorry…. for lying and…... everything”

He got to him. He knew that Lucifer can hear him.

Mammon chuckles to Lucifer’s apology, to think his never going to hear this from him once this all over.

Meanwhile Levi was the first one to get back on his feet, and witness what he always wanted. The two talking with out turning into an argument. With Mammon comforting Lucifer in his own way.

“Oi, you can’t say things like that here, what if Satan or Belphie hear ya” he getting through to him. “Lucifer, listen. We’re gonna stay in the cave until you get a hold of this. It’s too dangerous to go back home yet. Don’t worry I’m stay and help ya through this” he smiles with eyes at Lucifer.

“Your …... enjoying this aren’t you” even with the demonic voice, Mammon can tell that Lucifer sound tired. Maybe once there in the cave, he can tease his brother.

“y/n its okay, he’s calming down”

“Are you sure” he nodded in respond, so you lower you hand and sigh in relief. Then let the first and second be alone while check on the others.

Once the force of the pact was gone, Lucifer got up with his head hang low. Disappoint at himself for using the book, he thought it was necessary with Mammon’s state. He was wrong, then he looks up to see Mammon who is trouble maker, stepping up took charge, when he was gone. He might be mentally exhausted but he can clearly see how Mammon has grown.

Lucifer walk up to Mammon and lean his head on Mammon's Shoulder, and let out a satisfy squawk. Then he pat Lucifer on the head, just glad that his calming down

“Good to have ya back, brother”

Once he reaches the nest in the cavern, Lucifer flop in the center nest and immediately fell in sleep, while Mammon watch from the mouth of the cavern.

After making sure that Lucifer is fully asleep, he heads towards you and the rest of his brothers to entre way of the cave.

“How is he?” you ask as you walk over to him.

“he’s asleep, he would be tired after all of that flying after changing” he answering you, before puling you into hug and holding you tightly. “Make sure our room is clean, by the time we get back kay’” you hum in respond as you bury your face into him, and start sobbing. “Hey! Its not like I’ll be gone forever. It’ll be a week, or even least with Lucifer prideful head, keeping him in control.”

You look up to him with tears gathering in the corner of your eye. “I know, is just I couldn’t help to feel responsible to cause all of this” tears start fall, but Mammon use the back of his hand to wipe it off.

“y/n even if we didn’t go to the casino that night, I would have done everything to make sure your save and sound, you’re my treasure after all” you blush and hide your face in his feathery chest and he laughs at your action “Hahaha. Now who’s flustered now!”

“Shaddup”

“Oh my, your even talk like him. You really need this time to be apart” Asmo chipper in as he and Beel are getting ready to fly back to house.

“Come on normie! We can’t waste more time here anymore. I’ve missed three days’ worth of events and login~”

“Oi! You’re not going anywhere; you’re staying here with me and Lucifer.” Mammon cuts off Levi and quickly grab him by the helm of his jacket and drag him back.

“This so unfair!?! Why do I’ve to stay?”

“Welp we’re off” Satan grab hold on to Asmo, he and Beel with you and Belphie arm on each of his arm took off leaving a pleading Levi yelling to take him with you.

Once you all are far way from the cave Asmo flew closer to Beel, Satan start talking to you.

“Enjoy the next couple of days with no Lucifer, because once he and those two come home, expect your name to be written on the ceiling”

“Satan!” Asmo butts in “Lucifer wouldn’t do that to our little human, he might be cruel but he’s not that heartless”

Satan looks up to Asmo with a grin on his face, telling him that to eat his own words.

“I can’t believe you would do that to our human Lucifer!?! How could you!”

“Asmo, I will not hesitant to strung you up to, for giving a headache this early in the morning”

“So, Lucifer how’s it feels being back to chaos and piles of paper works”

“You two, better enjoy your freedom now. Because once Diavolo approve the use of the book. You’ll be first two are going to change and I’ll make sure of that”

After returning from that cave with Mammon and Levi, two days ago. Lucifer had been catching up with a week worth’s of reports, bills, and paper works.

Now Asmo is at his side nagging and Satan just being Satan, as he makes his way to staircase where him strung you up by the waist after finding out that it was you who drag Mammon at that Casino in the first place.

As he got there, he saw Beel looking up to where you are being hanged.

“Beel what are you~” he Immediately cuts himself off when he looks up to see that you were gone and the rope is cut. Satan and Asmo try not to laugh at the whole thing.

“Ah? Lucifer” he glances over to Beel who is holding a white feather in his hand. “I find this~”

“MAAAMOOON!”

At the roof of the house was you at Mammon arms just being at each other’s presences as you two heard Lucifer screaming his name.

“Looks like that our que to fly out of here”

“Where do we go?” as you ask Mammon lifted you up in his arms, and quickly shifted into his tame form.

“Where do ya want to go?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, lean in to kiss him on the cheek, then set you head on his shoulder.

“Anywhere, as long your there” he chuckles “ya got it, treasure” and take off, flying to the dark sky. Happy and content.

Fin

Note: I didn’t expect for this story to take this long.

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