#mad that i won’t be able to finish before i move out but oh well

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What She Doesn't Know Won't Hurt

Lia Wälti x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Fully inspired by all of the team pics with Myles

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She’s gone. 

Despite nearly spending all your time joined at the hip, Lia’s not here. 

While normally heartbreaking and unbearable, today it’s exactly what you were hoping for. 

“Make sure to be quiet.”

The sound of something instantly crashing to the ground has you shooting a withering glare at the younger girl by your side. 

“What did I just say?” you sigh, knowing very well you’re going to have to clean up whatever just spilt later.

Alessia gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, hazard that comes from having long limbs.”

You ignore the dig at your height. “Do you want to see the surprise or not?”

She perks up at that, quickly scrambling to keep up with your pace. 

When you push open the door to the guest room, there’s a quiet whine before a sharp nose pokes out. 

You’re instantly plowed over by a brown blur, wet tongue dragging all over your face. Laughing, you have to fight to get back to a seated position, fingers digging through short fur. 

Next to you Alessia’s staring, barely able to hide her excitement at the sight of your new puppy. “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous,” she gasps. 

“You want to pet him? Bear doesn’t bite.”

Alessia reaches out without hesitation. Bear takes one look at the striker before his mouth closes around her fingers, lightly nipping at her digits. 

“Much,” you grin as Alessia yelps in surprise. 

She shoots your dog a dirty look as he sits down next to you with a proud look. “Aw, don’t be mad, Lessi. He’s just a baby.”

Whatever Alessia’s going to say is interrupted when he tilts his head at her, beady eyes trained on her face. You can practically hear her gulp, the blonde stiffening in front of you. 

Scooching forward, he gives Alessia an exploratory sniff. 

Whatever Bear finds next must satisfy him because suddenly he’s rolling over, offering up his stomach for some scratches. 

Alessia hesitantly reaches forward, smile breaking out on her face when he wiggles around in excitement at first contact.

For the next hour or so the two of you give Bear all the cuddles and love he could want. He’s all tuckered out, curled up in his dog bed with a new toy when Alessia finally gets up to grab her jacket, ready to leave for the day. 

“Remember, we have to keep this a secret.”

Alessia’s just slipped on her shoes when you remind her of the promise you made her make before taking her to your place after practice today. Lia had gone out with Leah for some light shopping, giving you all the time you needed to sneak Alessia in to see the new addition to your family. 

Something you and Lia agreed on when you first adopted Bear was keeping him a secret for the time-being. Of course there was no worry of the girls treating him poorly, all of your teammates being such dog-lovers, but what worried you guys was the possibility of not having another moment of peace and time alone once they all found out about him. 

So for the past two weeks both of you keep quiet about Bear. What the girls don’t know about won’t hurt them. 

But then there was Alessia. Ever since her move from Manchester she’s just seemed a little off, a little sad. She’s been spending a lot of time with Steph and Calvin to keep her spirits up, so when you adopted Bear it was a no-brainer who your first guest would be. 

So yes, maybe you lied through your teeth when you promised your girlfriend to wait a month before introducing anyone to him. But a month was a long time and you were just dying to confide in someone about your new son.

Alessia nods, pinky hooking around yours. “Just between you and me.”

---

It is decidedly not kept just between you and her.

Alessia’s got an apologetic look on her face when you run into her and a very gleeful Victoria after practice the next day. The way they’re standing by your spot in the nearly empty locker room makes you think they’ve been waiting for you to finish up.

You eye the two of them with suspicion. “Lessi. Vic. What can I do for you?”

Alessia does a quick scan of the room before deciding it’s empty enough to have this conversation. She leans in close to you, lowering her voice.

“I know you said it was just between us,” she starts, hands nervously wringing together.

“Alessia,” you groan, knowing exactly what she’s going to tell you before she does.

“The Dutch can be very convincing!” Alessia looks absolutely terrified. Of you or Victoria, you’re not really sure.

“I can be very convincing,” Victoria echos, not looking ashamed in the slightest. She gives you a wide grin before hooking an arm through yours. “Now what’s this I hear about a new addition to your family?”

You thank the stars that Lia’s gone to get her nails done with some of the other girls. 

You sigh. “Do you want to go in my car or yours?”

---

You’re not quite sure how you got here. Here being your living room, surrounded by most of the younger players on the team, superseded only by the likes of Kim, Cloé, and Jen. 

Alessia and Kyra are engaging Bear in a game of tug-o-war, Victoria egging them on while the rest of you, the older players and Lotte, are chilling with a couple of drinks. The air is light as you quietly joke around, basking in the feel of a small team get-together. 

You don’t really remember why Lia couldn’t be home today, but you ran with it, quickly inviting Alessia over. Only inviting Alessia apparently meant inviting Victoria which meant inviting Kyra which meant… well you get the point. Suddenly you were housing seven football players when you initially only intended for one. The only upside was that the girls all brought over food and drinks so who were you to turn them away?

You’re so caught up in conversations and laughs that you don’t hear the sound of the key turning in the lock. Nor the opening of said door. Or the confused murmur at all of the shoes by the door. 

What you do hear is your full name coming out of a voice you’ve come to associate with love and warmth. Only the sound of her voice tonight is followed by your heart sinking to the bottom of your gut. 

Spinning around you come face to face with an unamused Lia, arms crossed as she looks on at the sight of the living room. Alessia instantly lets go of the rope, sending Kyra flying when Bear pulls with all of his might. The Australian grumbles out some swear words as Bear sits up proudly, toy hanging loosely in his jaws. He trots over to Lia, tail thumping in excitement at the sight of her. 

“Lia, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

Your girlfriend raises an eyebrow at you. “It looks like you invited people over to see Bear when we agreed not to.”

“Okay. It's exactly what it looks like.” There’s no point in denying what you both know is true. But that doesn’t mean you don’t try to deflect. “But it’s all Lessi’s fault!”

Alessia lets out a cry of dismay. “Is not! You’re the one who invited me over!”

“I wasn’t the one who invited everyone else now was I?”

The striker looks ready to argue, but whatever she’s going to say is interrupted when another familiar but unexpected figure comes flying in behind Lia. 

“I’m ready to see my favorite little pookie bea--” Leah breaks off when she sees the crowd of women already in your living room. Her feet come to a skidding stop, eyes darting between you and your girlfriend. 

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I didn’t realize you were going to be here…” Her eyes sweep the room. “Or half the team either.”

“Right.” Your lip pinches into a line, a sinking suspicion that you’re being played by your girlfriend. “And what pray tell are you doing here, Leah?” Though the question is directed towards your vice captain, your eyes never leave your girlfriend’s. 

Leah’s eyes also dart towards Lia, the defender not quite sure what to say or do. 

Your girlfriend on the other hand has suddenly found your dog very interesting, hands planted firmly in his fur as she avoids all eye-contact. 

“You’re such a hypocrite!” you laugh, pulling your girlfriend into your arms. Leave it up to Lia to try to sneak people in to see Bear just like you have been. Between you sneaking girls in when Lia’s gone and Lia sneaking in others while you’ve been out, there’s no telling how many Arsenal girls have already been by to see him. 

It isn’t until nearly thirty minutes later, when you and Lia have already laughed off your apparent inability to keep Bear to yourselves that Leah breaks the peace. 

“So I shouldn’t tell Beth to come over?” Leah whispers to the Swiss girl, albeit a bit too loudly. 

An offended sounding gasp escapes your lips, tilting your head to meet Lia’s embarrassed gaze. 

“You told me you only told Leah!”

#lia walti x reader #lia walti imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

[mrslankyman]

Oh Darling

Alastor x (fem) Reader

word count: 2K

Fluff / more of a friendship

based on pilot alastor / slightly out of character

Working on part 2

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Wasn’t everyday just so grand in Hell?

No.

It wasn’t.

Working at the Hazbin Hotel sure wasn’t making your days any grander. Being a room attendant and a good friend to Charlie was starting to get to you.

At least Nifty was there to help. Even though she mainly tried to kill the bugs she at least helped clean the place up. You had become accustomed to her weird and somewhat insane antics. It was Hell after all. You couldn’t really judge.

Husk was as fun as ever. Giving snarky comments but he at least listened when the night wound down and you needed a drink.

Angel Dust would joke around and tell you how awful you looked after scrubbing one of the rooms.

Vaggie didn’t say much since she knew you were friends with Charlie. She rather enjoyed your company stating you were one of the most sane sinners in the hotel.

Alastor on the other hand. Didn’t say much about you nor did he really say much about anyone. He would greet you just as anyone else. Something about him felt weirdly off.

You didn’t question it too much and just went on with your work.

“Hello Darling pleasure to be seeing you this morning!” That radio like voice echoed into the hotels kitchen. You were busy making breakfast.

Someone had to do it and it sure wasn’t gonna be Nifty. No one wants roaches in their pancakes.

“Good morning Alastor.” You answered not looking at him as you flipped the pancake. “Making up a lovely breakfast I do suppose? My mother used to make the most splendid ones in her time.” He remarked as his shadow loomed over you from behind.

“I’m sure she did. I’m not so positive mine will beat your mothers but it will beat your hunger.” Your joke was met with that signature smile as you turned around.

“Ahaha Im sure it will.” He laughed as he stepped aside to give you room. “I came to see if you were able to dust my radio tower? It has accumulated quite a bit of dust.” His question wasn’t really a question. You’d have to do it. It was your job. Though it was nice that he wasn’t demanding.

“Yes I can. I’ll just have to finish up breakfast.” You stated as you went back to cooking.

“Lovely. Oh and {Y/N}.” He cooed making you turn to look at him. His eyes turned dark and black, red static glitched around him. The room turned dark. “Don’t mess with my things.” He warned his clock eyes appearing and his smile widening.

You nodded quickly and looked around. You had seen him do this before but never to you directly. “Yes sir. I won’t.” You answered quickly and sighed with relief as he went back to normal.

“Good.” He clapped his hands together and turned away. “I’ll be back once breakfast is done.” He waved and hummed as he walked out of the kitchen.

You went back to cooking. Just forgetting about what just happened. It was best to just act like it was normal.

——

With breakfast done. You headed off to do your job. Or well request in better words. You grabbed your dusting supplied and went up to Alastors radio tower.

Doing as asked you just dusted. Not moving much of his stuff just the things that needed to be moved to dust. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad about that.

Surely he understood if you had to move stuff to be able an do your job. If not I guess you would have to run to Charlie and hide.

While dusting two figures on his desk caught your attention.

A small deer next to a bigger one. Which resembled a doe. Apart if you just assumed he kept up with the deer aesthetic he had going.

Shrugging you dusted them and headed out of the room. Closing the door and headed down stairs to put your supplies up.

——

Nifty was off cleaning somewhere. Husk and Angel Dust were chatting at the bar. Charlie had gone off with Vaggie for the night and who knows where Alastor was.

Deciding that cooking dinner sounded like a good idea you found your self in the kitchen again. Perhaps Charlie should’ve made you the chef instead. Though you just picked up both the jobs. Cleaning was easy and cooking was fun.

Humming you skimmed through a cook book. Unsure of what to cook for the night. That was until a shadow appeared behind you and Alastor appeared.

“Hello Dear!” His enthusiastic voice echoed through the kitchen causing you to turn around and look at him. “I saw you finished dusting. Thank you.” He leaned again the counter. Checking out his claws with a smile. “Need help cooking?” He questioned before looking over at you.

“Just having trouble picking what to cook for tonight.” You answered with a shrug. Making him stand up straight and clap his hands together.

“Why I know just the thing!” He snatched the cook book from you and threw it behind him. A loud thud echoed as it hit the ground.

“Hey-“ he put a finger over your mouth and laughed.

“My mother once showed me a lovely recipe for jambalaya! Who needs a flimsy old cook book when you have memory darling.” He chuckled and nudged you aside as he grabbed all the things he needed.

“I can show you it. If you wish.” He titled his head. Offering to let you in on one of his favorite things.

Something you didn’t suspect but found it rather kind of him.

“Sure. I’d love to learn it.” You agreed and stood beside him as he instructed you on things and gave insight on how to make the ‘best jambalaya you’ll ever eat.’

As he stated.

—

“My mother loved cooking this. Said it was her favorite dish, yes it was.” He smiled wide. A rather genuine smile. Not like the one he always wore. He looked down at the finished dish. A sigh of content escaping his lips.

“I’m sure she was a lovely woman.” You commented grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

He didn’t answer, just hummed. The silence was rather loud. He just stood there for a moment. Lost in memory.

“She was..she really was.” Though his voice sounded rather sad he still held the smile. The never erasing smile.

His reply was late but you put some of the finished jambalaya on a plate. His tone shifting to one of excitement.

“I’m sure you’ll find it splendid.” He turned to you and titled his head. Waiting for you to take a bite.

You moved the spoon up to your mouth and took a bite. Your eyes widened and a smile spread across your face.

It tasted lovely, better than you expected.

His smile stretched further as he watched your reaction.

“Oh I knew you’d love it! It’s very splendid don’t you think? Yes yes, a rather grand recipe the best recipe!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Stretching his arm out in-front of you both and curling his fingers into the palm of his hand.

“I’m sure you agree this is better than some flimsy thing from that old cook book. I can show you many other recipes my mother showed me.” He leaned into your face a smile stuck on his face.

He had never been this touchy so he must be excited.

You nodded in agreement. The idea of having someone to cook with wasn’t a bad one.

“I’d like that.” You laughed and he joined in. Laughing with you for once not feeling like he had to be towering over someone to be seen.

——

So cooking together became a daily occurrence. Wether it be breakfast lunch or dinner. It didn’t matter.

He found cooking with you pleasing. You were one of the only demons he could stand in the hotels.

He slowly began to tell you more about his life. How he and his mother were close. Though it seemed he dodged the questions of his father. Never wanting to talk of him.

Which was understandable from what you could possibly piece together it seemed his dad wasn’t the best.

You decided not to push its.

“So my dear, have you considered being redeemed?” His question made you think. You were both outside looking up at the sky. Dinner was done. And everyone had went to their rooms. You on the other hand weren’t tired and Alastor didn’t have any plans for tomorrow so staying up with you didn’t bother him.

“I suppose it would be nice. Though I’m not sure I would fit in up there.” You shrugged leaning against the railing of his balcony.

He hummed and looked down. “You’re a rather charming demon belle. I don’t see why you wouldn’t fit in.” He chuckled to himself. He didn’t believe in that wacky nonsense of being redeemed.

How could a sinner go to heaven? They had chosen their path in their life time.

He learned that you had killed your husband at the time. Caught him cheating and decided to take his life as well as the other woman. You made your choice in that moment.

Dooming yourself to a life of sin. Just as he had when he committed all his murders.

Though a part of him feared the idea of redemption now. He knew he sure as hell wouldn’t be redeemed. He didn’t feel bad for his crimes. Nor did he care.

But apart of him knew you regretted your actions. You were a soul who would deserve to be redeemed if there was a way.

That scared him.

Knowing he wasn’t in control. Knowing that you could slip out of his hands.

He wasn’t being selfish with his want of keeping you. He just liked having someone around who enjoyed his company. Someone who wasn’t scared of him or only chatted with him cause they didn’t wanna be killed.

Though that is rather selfish isn’t it? Not wanting someone to succeed and be a better version of themself because you want them to stay as they are.

“I’m sure you’d fit in just swell so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He flashed a smile your way. Teeth not showing this time. It seemed almost fake. You shrugged.

“I guess. I would miss everyone here though.. mainly you.” Your words hit him like a brick. He hasn’t suspected you to really truly care about him. Sure you said you two were friends but.. this meant a lot.

“Oh come now. You wouldn’t miss me once you see all the.. heavenly things up there.” He chucked. His voice sounded off and his radio effect faltered.

“Are you okay Alastor? It’s not like I’m gonna be redeemed and even if I was I would miss you. So don’t say I wouldn’t.” You were slightly annoyed at him now. Of course you’d miss him. No amount of heavenly items or ideals would ever top him and his terrible old timey jokes.

“Don’t lie. We’re in Hell why lie? You’re already here! It’s not like it’s gonna send you further down!” He seethed his claws digging into the railing.

“Alastor calm down. Why are you so upset?” You stepped closer to the demon. His ears bent back and his pupils went small. His smile crinkled and his teeth bared.

“You! You have me so confused!” He ran his hand through his hair. Closing his eyes.

“I’ve never felt like this before.. it’s all so frustrating. I’m supposed to make you scared! Don’t you fear me?” He dropped his hand and laughed. A hysteric laugh.

“Alastor..I don’t fear you.. I see you for you.. you’re an amazing friend.” You laid your hand on his shoulder. Calming him down slightly.

“I’m just here to watch these souls suffer and try to climb up only to fall into the fiery pits of failure.. but the pleasure in watching others fail isn’t fun when it comes to you.” He turned his head to look at you.

Your eyes met and for once the smile that was on his face didn’t match what was showing in his eyes.

“A part of me just wants to be with you forever. Just blissfully cooking or chatting like we are now. I’ve never had that.. I have friends but not like this.” He sighed and leaned back against the wall letting himself slide down.

You sat down beside him. Looking at the sky.

“Are those deer figures on your desk you and your mother?” You asked softly.

“Yeah..” he answered.

“They’re lovely.” You held his hand. Smiling as he squeezed yours.

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. You can relax. I’m gonna be here with you. So stop being all sad. It doesn’t suite you.” You leaned against his shoulder. Receiving a sigh from him.

“Did I ever tell you about my first radio show appearance?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“No I don’t believe you did.” You smiled and listened as he began the story.

#alastor #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #idk what this is #kinda bad #I zoned out #fluff #cute #alastor x fem reader #sweet #slight angst

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Wrote a little ficlet inspired by this post. Enjoy <3

In Ramón’s defense, he thought he was no longer allergic to cinnamon. 

He hadn’t really had the chance to eat anything with cinnamon since they were taken to the Purgatory Islands. Then he got back, and the focus was on feeding him actual meals that would heal and strengthen his body again. Plus, Fit wasn’t one to cook things other than avocado toast except for tasks. 

So when Pac asked him if he’d like to try some churros he made, he thought sure, why not. He’d heard food allergies disappear as one grows older, so the same thing probably happened to him. If not, he’s an older dragonling, so he could probably take it. It would be fine.

Probably.

***

It was not fine.

As soon as he took a bite of the dough, it was like his tastebuds were on fire, and that the flames were cinnamon and sugar flavored. He made a face and then coughed as the spices made his throat start to tickle.

Pac was a little confused at his reaction. “Don’t you like them?” He asked, concerned. “Did I put too much cinnamon? You can tell me, I won’t be offended.”

The dragonling shook his head, eyes tearing up as he felt hives rise from his skin. With a shaky hand, he signs. ‘No, they’re good!’ He tried to sign back, before a coughing fit made his hands shake even harder. ‘I’m just... allergic? To cinnamon.’

That made his Pai’s eyes widen. “Wait, are you having an allergic reaction?”

Ramón nodded.

“Puta merda.” The male cussed, ruching to his potion chest and scrambling through it. “Your dad is gonna kill me!”

‘Pai.’ The dragonling tried to sign, but he wasn’t able to do much with the way his hands shook, and his skin was starting to break out into a rash. ‘It’s okay!’

Pac wasn’t paying attention, though, and instead was frantically digging through the chest. He let out a sigh of relief when he pulled out two healing pots and a slimeball. “Here!” He shoved one of the healing pots in Ramón’s wavering mouth, and the dragonling was glad he managed to swallow the entire thing before coughing out.

‘Pai.’ He tried to sign, again. ‘It’s okay. I promise! Fit won’t be mad!’

His father said nothing, too busy mixing the healing pot with the slime to create a healing cream for the hives that had begun to rise. After he created the mix, he gently grabbed one of Ramón’s arm and started spreading it over the hives.

“Oh, this could’ve been bad.” Pac mumbled, as he moved to spread the cream over the hives on Ramón’s neck. “Your dad is gonna kill me.”

‘Fit’s not gonna kill you.’ The dragonling signed, but the other wasn’t looking at him, too focused on treating the hives. ‘It’ll be fine, you didn’t know.’

The older man sighed and looked up, eyes a bit misty. “I didn’t want to hurt you though, nenê.” He said, looking down to grab the other’s arm and spread the cream as well. “I promised to Fit I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Ramón's eyes widened at that, and he bit his lip guiltily. ‘Sorry, pai.’ He signed, looking down. ‘It was an accident, and you didn’t know. I promise I won’t do it again.’

That got a sad chuckle out of his father, who finished applying the cream and moved to gently hug him. Ramón hugged him back, and the two sat there for a bit.

“Thank you, nenê.” He said, before pulling away. “I’ll keep a stock of healing pots and a slimeballs around just in case, okay?”

‘Alright.’ Ramón signed, smiling up at him with that twinkle in his eyes. ‘Dying to an allergic reaction would suck, now that I think about it.’

Pac cackled, shaking his head. “It would.” He agreed, patting Ramón’s hair. “There are way more cooler ways to die.”

‘There are!’ Ramón cheered, making his father laugh. ‘Like hanging!’

The Brazilian’s eyes brightened. “You are so right, nenê.”

***

“You did what?!”

‘Whoops?’

“Ay Ramón…”

#qsmp #pactw #fitmc #qsmp ramon #fitpac #aynee writes

[starsandhughes]

I loved the engagement post 🥹 would you be willing to write about how Luke gave Trevor the talk after walking in on him and reader?

Ever since that first date with Trevor, there’s been a lot of sneaking into each other’s rooms at night for some alone time and… make out sessions.

It had been working out well for the last couple of days! No one really goes into anyone’s room after everyone’s gone to bed. Until tonight, when Luke flew open your bedroom door and found you and Trevor making out on the bed.

“Hey, Sissy— oh my god!” Luke shouted as he walked in.

You and Trevor flew apart, wide eyed at the teen standing with his jaw dropped in the doorway. Luke’s demeanor changed as soon as he collected himself. He was no longer shocked, he seemed mad. His arms crossed and his eyes narrowed at Trevor, “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, Z, I’ll come talk to you when—“

“I meant to Trevor,” Luke interrupted. It was your turn to be shocked, “I guess I’ll go sit in the living room?”

The second you closed the door, you heard Luke began to speak. You contemplated snooping, but you decided to let him have his moment.

— — —

“Sissy better not just be a make out buddy for you. Because if she is, I swear—“

“Woah! Y/N is not just a make out buddy to me! We’ve been kissing a lot, yes, but that’s because it’s so new! We don’t just sneak off to kiss each other. We talk, and we enjoy spending time together, and we’ve been making plans on things to do once we go back to school!” Trevor defended himself. “Is that what you all think?”

“No,” Luke sighed as he sat down next to Trevor. “We all know you two go into each other’s rooms, but Quinn told us to be respectful and leave you guys alone. I thought I came in early enough for you to not be here. But I wasn’t exactly pleased that I found you on top of her.”

“Not our finest moment,” Trevor awkwardly laughed.

Luke was quiet for a moment. He’d been a bit protective of his sister ever since he saw her crying in Quinn’s arms after her first breakup. And again after the most recent one, which felt way worse than the ones before.

“I don’t want to see her heart get broken again,” Luke admitted. “I know it’s different this time, because you asked Quinn for permission and you already know us, but I’m scared. You didn’t see how depressed she was here earlier this year.”

“I did—“

“No. You saw her at school. You saw her post being with Quinn. You didn’t see her here.” Trevor remained silent. “Y/N’s been through a lot. So much that she left her family to live with us and hasn’t spoken to them since. Nothing was worse than seeing her feel so broken when we first moved, but I can already see how different you are. If you break her heart, it’ll destroy her, and nobody will stop Quinn from coming after you because Jack and I will, too.”

Trevor took a moment to take that all in. He still doesn’t know everything that happened for Y/N to move in with the Hughes family, but he hopes that one day she’ll be able to trust him fully to tell him.

“I don’t intend on breaking on heart. I intend to be there for her while it comes back together. The second I met her, I knew she was someone special. I’ve never met anyone before that I wanted to try so hard for, but I want to be the best man I can be for her. And if I fuck that up tremendously, I’ll gladly take whatever you three choose to do.”

“I know that. I’m just…” Luke trailed off.

“Scared,” Trevor finished for him. “Me, too.”

“Why are you scared?” Luke asked him.

“I know Quinn said I’m good enough for him if I’m good enough for her, but I’m scared that one day she’ll want more. That she’ll not want to be with a hockey player that leaves for roadies if I make it to the NHL and that she won’t want to be with me if I’m on a far away team. I hated seeing her so upset. I hate seeing her upset over things that I don’t know about so she goes to Jack for. I never want to be the reason she cries,” Trevor admitted.

“At least Quinn’s not scared,” Luke offered.

Trevor laughed, “That’s good. I think that’s what matters most to her.”

The two boys sat for a moment, taking everything they both said in. They seemed to come to a silent understanding when Luke finally spoke, “You’ll be good to her?”

“I’ll be great to her,” Trevor said firmly.

“Good,” Luke stood up. “Go get her then. She’s in Quinn’s room.”

“I thought she said she was going to the living room?” Trevor asked, standing up with him. Luke gave him a look, “Maybe you don’t know her as much as you think you do.”

Trevor followed Luke out of your room and sure enough, she was in Quinn’s.

“Can I come back now?”

Trevor looked at Quinn and Luke, silently asking for more permission to go back into Y/N’s room.

“Yes, go,” Quinn said.

Y/N laughed as she took Trevor’s hand to take him back into her room, “I love you both!”

“We love you, too, Sissy,” Luke laughed.

#penalty box series: blurbs #penalty box series #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine

[lau219]

Red Carpet

Part 10

Previous part here

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“Whoa, talk about being dressed to kill!”

Lauren and Alex had just rendezvoused in the agency’s lobby and were waiting for the car that would drive them to the studio event that evening. Alex’s eyes went wide as she took in Lauren’s appearance.

“You are going to turn more heads than most of the actors there,” she finished.

Shifting on her feet, Lauren smiled shyly as she tucked her hair behind her ear and shook her head.

“My plan is the same as always – try to disappear into the background.”

Alex snorted.

“There is no way you can disappear in that dress,” she replied.

“Well, I’m gonna try,” said Lauren. “The only reason I’m even wearing this is because the zipper on the dress I was going to wear broke,” she fibbed.

Alex smirked and raised her eyebrows.

“Oh really? That’s the only reason?”

Lauren blushed, then tried to act confused at Alex’s remark.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alex gave her a knowing look.

“So wearing that dress has nothing to do with you-know-who?”

“No,” Lauren shook her head. “With all the people there, I’m hoping he won’t even see me.”

“Then maybe you better change into a garbage bag,” Alex said, “because that dress says anything but ‘ignore me.’”

Lauren looked down at her outfit. The dress was definitely more provocative than anything she’d worn to an event before, but it was still tasteful. She’d felt confident when she’d tried it on, and as the thought of Cillian flashed through her mind, she’d gone with the impulse and purchased it. She truly did hope they wouldn’t cross paths, but if they did, she wanted to look good.

“Just do me a favor and keep your eye out. I’d like to avoid him at all costs. Thank God Sharon agreed to let me step back from dealing with him.”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, “how’d you swing that, anyway?”

“I just told her the truth – that he and I fooled around and now it’s just way too awkward for me to have to work with him.”

“But that’s not exactly the truth,” said Alex.

Lauren sighed.

“It’s true enough. She doesn’t need to know the details.”

“Wow, so you told her that and she wasn’t mad?” asked Alex.

Lauren smiled.

“No. She told me not to let it happen again, but that she understood. She said that way back when she first started working, the same thing actually happened to her.”

“Oh my God, seriously?!” Alex shrieked. “With who?!”

Lauren smiled again.

“I can’t be certain, but from what I picked up on, it was either Clint Eastwood or Patrick Stewart.”

Alex’s eyes widened quickly, before she and Lauren burst into laughter.

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As the escort spoke directions about where they were going to have him go next, Cillian was only half listening. He nodded distractedly as someone else came up and pointed to a spot several yards ahead of him, indicating where he would be stopping for an interview. He still didn’t move, though, trying to stall for more time.

For the last half hour, he’d managed to linger near the end of the wide main aisle where all the attendees that night were entering the event and being briefed on where to go. The red carpet had been rolled out — literally — and dozens upon dozens of people had already gone by, but Cillian had yet to see Lauren. He knew that catching her upon entering was his only chance, because as soon as they were inside, there was no way he’d ever find her in the sea of people.

The last three days had been a slow hell, just waiting to be able to see her. Right now, he felt so on edge that he almost inadvertently decked the guy who’d come up beside him to give him more instructions, and he offered a distracted apology before turning back the way he’d been looking. He blew out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

Suddenly, a ways away, the shine from several sets of headlights caught Cillian’s eye as a few cars pulled up slowly along the curb and then stopped near the velvet ropes. He lifted his chin to try and get a better view, and as one of the car doors opened, his pulse quickened when he recognized the top of Lauren’s head, looking down as she stepped out of the car.

His first reaction upon seeing her was utter relief. She was there. But that quickly changed to stunned reverence once she fully stood up and he saw all of her.

Holy fucking shit, he thought.

She was a vision.

While she was always beautiful, Lauren typically kept her appearance simpler, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Cillian had never seen her this glammed up before, and he almost hyperventilated at the sight. Her dress was sexy yet classy, and it hugged every inch of her figure and highlighted her perfect breasts. She had on a pair of sexy little heels, and her hair was down in loose waves. She looked so unbelievable that he momentarily forgot what he was even doing there. He was snapped out of it when one of the escorts spoke to him again.

“You gotta go, man,” he said to him, giving him a clap on the back.

Still looking to where Lauren and Alex stood, Cillian took a few steps forward before stopping again. He watched as they made their way towards the carpet, but was distracted again when Sharon called his name from up ahead.

“Cillian! Let’s go; you’re next!” She gestured to him with a wave of her hand.

Reluctantly, he turned and began moving forward again, but Lauren was now close enough behind him that she’d heard Sharon shout his name. She resolved not to look at him, though.

As Cillian looked back one more time, he saw Lauren and Alex had stopped momentarily. Several more people were now entering at the same time, moving slowly, and it had become a mess of bodies and noise. Still standing along the edge of the carpet, he was urged forward one more time, closer to where they were getting ready to interview him. He saw Lauren begin to walk through the crowd again.

“Lauren!” he shouted, trying to get her attention.

Despite the noise, Lauren heard it, and it caused a strange feeling to expand in her chest. In all the time they’d known each other, he’d never called her by her name before. It affected her for a moment, but she was still determined to ignore him. She kept on walking.

“Lauren!” he shouted again, but she still didn’t turn to look at him.

He wasn’t sure whether she didn’t hear him, or she was ignoring him, but she clearly had the intention of going right past him.

Still standing near the edge of the carpet, Cillian quickly stepped out as Lauren walked by, reaching out and grabbing her hand and swiftly pulling her towards him. Lauren let out a little yelp of surprise and stumbled slightly as Cillian grabbed her, and she was momentarily disoriented before looking up at him.

“What are you doing?!?!” she hissed at him, her face a mixture of shock and anger. She tried to wriggle her hand out of his as she straightened herself.

“We need to talk,” he said to her.

“This is hardly the time or the place,” she whispered, gesturing to the camera they were getting ready to put on him. “Besides, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Well, I have plenty to say to you, sweetheart,” he replied.

At that, Lauren roughly yanked her hand out of his and stepped back.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That!” she said slowly through gritted teeth, glaring at him.

Looking at her, Cillian frowned, but after a split second, realization suddenly dawned on him, his eyebrows rising.

“Is that what this is all about?” he said to her. When she only continued to look at him, he stepped towards her and reached for her hand again, grabbing it and not letting her pull away.

“Cillian!” Sharon shouted from behind them. He quickly looked over his shoulder before turning back to Lauren.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but we’ll talk about this later. But right now, you’re staying with me.” As he spoke, he looked into Lauren’s eyes, and something in his gaze kept her from arguing. Still holding her hand, Cillian turned back around and moved forward towards the camera, pulling Lauren with him.

Once they reached their spot, they stood next to the interviewer in silence for a moment as the cameraman finished prepping. Lauren shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, and when she looked over and saw Sharon watching them, the look of confusion on her face almost made her laugh. Quickly, Sharon gestured for Lauren to step away, but when she tried to, Cillian just gripped her hand tighter and pulled her back to him. Lauren could only give Sharon an apologetic look as she simultaneously shrugged her shoulders and remained in her spot.

“Right,” the cameraman said, “here we go.”

At that, the bright light on the camera flicked on, and the cameraman indicated with his finger for the interviewer, a middle-aged woman with far too much makeup on, to begin.

“Tonight is a celebration of Hollywood and the amazing work and talent that has come out of it through the generations,” the interviewer began. “Countless stars have walked these carpets, and each of them has left their mark on the movie industry. With me now is Cillian Murphy, an incredibly talented actor who is no stranger to the red carpet. Cillian, thank you for speaking with us.”

The camera panned over to Cillian, and Lauren felt her heart race. Was she in the shot? She discreetly tried to step away, but Cillian didn’t release her hand.

“Of course, thank you,” he responded to the interviewer.

“Tonight is a celebration of not only actors, however, but Hollywood as a whole. What many people often forget is that there’s so much more to this industry beyond the acting, isn’t that true?” the interviewer continued.

“100 percent,” Cillian replied. “And personally, in my case, I’d be nowhere without the support I receive. It takes the talent and efforts of many people.”

“Can you elaborate on that?” the interviewer asked.

“Not articulately,” Cillian replied with a self-deprecating smirk. He then turned his head to Lauren and smiled, pulling her forward.

“This is the woman you want to talk to,” Cillian continued. “She has more talent than anyone I know, and she could singlehandedly run all of Hollywood, believe me.”

Lauren’s heart raced and she looked at Cillian with wide eyes. But he looked back at her encouragingly, squeezing her hand.

“Oh, wonderful!” the interviewer responded as the cameraman now focused on Lauren. “So, what’s your story, dear?”

After that, the next several hours seemed to go by in a blur. Once they’d finished speaking with the first interviewer, Cillian was stopped a couple more times along the carpet on the way inside the event for more questions and photos. Each time, he responded to the interviewers in a way that led to bringing Lauren into the conversation. By the time they’d made it inside the event, she thought her cheeks were likely now permanently red because of how much she’d been blushing. But she managed to keep her composure, and at one point, even Sharon, who’d been monitoring everything from the sidelines, gave her a thumbs up. Lauren just smiled back unsurely and shrugged her shoulders again.

Once inside the event, Cillian didn’t stop. Still holding her hand, he pulled Lauren along with him, guiding her through the crowd. Throughout the evening, he introduced her to dozens of people, from other actors, to directors, to journalists, and they were engaged in countless interactions and conversations. The entire time, Cillian kept her close, alternating between holding her hand and slipping an arm around her waist. Occasionally, he whispered something in her ear about someone they were about to encounter, and every single time, it stirred butterflies in her stomach.

As he had on the red carpet, Cillian made it a point to highlight Lauren in some way in each conversation they had, and multiple times, he made her blush with the compliments he voiced about her to others. Lauren didn’t know how to feel about it all, as his behavior was a stark contrast to what she thought he was trying to do prior to tonight, which was to humiliate her. She didn’t know what to think anymore, and as much as they were talking, it wasn’t to each other very much, and so she didn’t know what he was thinking, either. But as Cillian’s fingers once again laced through hers and he introduced her to yet another person, she allowed herself to stop trying to figure it out for the time being.

Finally, a few hours later, after the crowd had thinned, they found themselves parting from their final conversation. But instead of looking at her, Cillian simply pulled Lauren along again, and he led her outside before then walking to the spot where an agency car soon pulled up along the curb. Without a word, Cillian opened the door for Lauren and ushered her into the car, before getting in after her. It wasn’t until Cillian had given the driver instructions and the car began to move that Lauren spoke.

“Where are we going?” she asked him quietly.

Cillian’s face was unreadable as he looked straight ahead.

“Somewhere where you can’t run away,” he answered. “We still need to talk.”

“But where are we going?” she repeated.

Cillian then turned to her, and the heated look he gave her could have burned her skin.

“My place.”

Part 11

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Difficulty Settings

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Your tea sat beside you, cooling to an unpalatable temperature, waiting on you to remember about it. But you wouldn’t. And Jervis was aware of this, mildly irritated by it, as he had been the three other cups you had requested and never drank.

“Another cup forgotten, Hare. I’ll start to leave all mugs as a reminder.”

You nodded, vaguely aware that he had said something, but closing in on the end of the game you were entirely absorbed in, enticed by the prospect of completion, the lure of unlocking the next chapter finally.

“Uh huh, sure.”

Jervis tutted, his facial features screwing up to one point on his face before he collected your mug and wandered to the kitchen. He spoke to himself as he rinsed out the cup, loud enough that you would be able to hear had you been paying attention.

“They just don’t seem to be aware of anything beyond that little world there… My poor dear, trapped in another…”

Realising that he was verging on hypocritical, an idea flashed across his mind. If he didn’t have you to pull him back to reality occasionally, and had he not enjoyed reality so much more with you to share it with, he might himself be far too engrossed in his own preferred world, his safe haven. So perhaps, you could be drawn from your own with the same lure that worked for him so often.

He approached you from behind, leaning his chin on the ack of the sofa, stepping on his tip toes still to reach over it, fingers stroking your hair absentmindedly as he spoke.

“Sweet, sweet Hare. You’re stuck in there! I fear that you might need rescuing.”

“Uh huh.”

Jervis’ brows furrowed, nose twitching as he grumbled, refocusing his attentions and efforts.

“Perhaps, your sweet Hatter can pull you from the world in which you are trapped. Perhaps there are things out here that are far more satisfying.”

Leaning further over, his legs kicking out in the air as he balanced on the sofa’s back, he kissed at your ear, letting his teeth graze over before he moved to your neck. Distracted by his sweet affections, you paused the game and put the controller down. Noticing this, Jervis stopped kissing and flopped back onto his feet, giddy and smug as he skipped round to stand in front of you, between you and the screen.

“Oh good! You’ve seen sense! I had missed you, awfully so.”

“Do you need something, Jervis? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

His face dropped as he realised he hadn’t quite won you over completely yet.

“I have to confess, as silly as it may be, that I miss you. Please pay attention to me.”

There was a pang of guilt as you realised you had spent all day focused on your game, but it pulled at your attention still, the prospect of defeating this boss, one last battle before you could finally get to the end, completing the game this evening, avoiding spoilers from those friends who might get to finish it before you.

“One last level, Jervis, and then I’ll be yours completely… for a little while… before I start the next chapter…”

“Not good enough, I won’t wait anymore.”

Jervis folded his arms, crossed in front of his chest, with a loud huff. His pout, exaggerated to the point of looking cartoonish, made you giggle. He looked cheerful, although annoyed at himself for not maintaining his façade, at the sound, pleased that he had finally brought your focus to him, that you were once again his, if even briefly.

“What if you don’t beat it first time. What then? Am I to wait forever?”

“Well…”

“How about another challenge, since they seem to grab your focus?”

Intrigued by the way his smile curled up mischievously at the corner of his mouth, shifting his cheeks up into his eyes, you leaned forward.

“What did you have in mind?”

“If I can break your focus before you beat your own personal jabberwock, then you must concede yourself to me for the rest of the evening.”

“And how do you intend to break my focus?”

Jervis’ eyes sparkled as he grinned.

“No rules, my sweet rabbit. I can do as I please, your attention… I must have it.”

“How will you know that you’ve successfully got me to stop?”

“When you’re calling out my name with your hands holding mine. That’s when you’ll know that you’ve fallen in line.”

He reached a hand out, begging you to shake it, to seal the deal. And you did, gleefully.

“You’re on.”

“Perfect.”

You collected the controller up and resumed your game, focused on the screen, only vaguely aware of Jervis in your peripheral as he fell to his knees and shuffled closer to your legs. Palms on your knees, he pushed your legs apart, hands caressing up your thighs towards the edge of the shorts you wore, teasing at the hems as he pulled them down, sliding them past your knees, down to your ankles, off completely.

Face to face with your exposed sex, aroused at the notion of conquering you, Jervis whimpered. His soft hair fell against your thighs as he threw himself into you, nose pressed against you as he buried his face in, cheeks warming against the flesh of your thighs, mouth opening lightly as he moaned in pleasure, the scent of you enough to have his pants tenting before he had even tasted you.

Where usually he would have relaxed you into his ministrations, gently easing himself up from sweet nibbles and tender kisses to the application of his tongue, flat and slow against your lips, he dove, tongue first into your cunt, lapping at you quick and slick. You tensed against him, thighs clenching, holding his head in place but maintaining your focus.

Only when Jervis brought two fingers up to you, parting your lips to give his tongue easier access, did you let go of your first moan, a sound that only encouraged him. With his own satisfied sounds of pleasure vibrating against you, he enclosed his lips around as much of you as he could, sucking at you, collecting what slick he had conjured on his tongue, swallowing gratefully for the taste of you, everything you were willing to give him.

Displeased, however, that you were still clutching onto the controller, still managing to maintain at least some semblance of focus on the screen, he let go of your clit, which he held softly, carefully, between his teeth, and drew back from you. Ensured though that you were not a lost cause by the pitiful, mewling whine you made when his contact was gone. You were disappointed, almost, that he had given up so quickly, but your excitement was instantly built up again as he shifted to beside you, gently pushing you to the edge of the seat, onto your knees on the floor, elbows on the coffee table, hands still on the controller and eyes still on the screen.

On his knees behind you, Jervis let his hand fall between your legs, collecting your slick, his saliva, spreading it over you. You could hear him muttering behind you, aware of his hands cupping your cheeks and spreading them apart.

“…down the rabbit hole…”

As he stared at your body, bent over in front of him, for him, Jervis removed his pants, cock bobbing free of his underwear. He gripped it in his palm, stroking it as he smoothed over your skin, letting his fingertips press into the flesh lightly, his fingernails scratching, although more like tickling, as he traced over the shape of you.

Practically drooling, enthusiastically planning in his mind everything he wanted to do to you, or intended to do to you, he watched quietly as you waited patiently for him. The way you looked poised and ready, open, submissive in the way you had positioned yourself just for him.

“Perhaps…” he thought to himself, “…I could get used to this.”

He positioned his flushed head against you, the stiffness of his cock already evident to you just from the pressure he placed as he eased the tip in. You felt yourself tightening, clenching around him, the sensation of him filling you slowly only serving as a cruel tease.

Pushing yourself backwards, you took him in to the hilt, pulling a throaty grunt from him as your rear made contact with his abdomen. The soft tuft of light hair tickling against your skin as he held you tight, kept you close against him, his cock twitching inside of you, rubbing against the exact right spot that had you trembling, losing focus, losing your grip on the controller.

His desire to feel you, warm and completely, shifted his own attentions briefly to removing the remaining clothes, his body now completely exposed to the room, skin available to be touched, to rub against you, to be marked with your scent.

Jervis leaned forward, his chest against your back, mouth agape as he languidly kissed at your shoulder, his tongue tasting your skin, running over it as he kissed, sloppily, messily. His hands moved around to your front, running across your chest, resting on your stomach as he pulled you into him, feeling you on as much of his body as possible.

Finally deigning to provide you with the relief of the tension as he sat inside of you, Jervis started working to a steady pace, thrusting inside of you, your body shifting under him against the surface, biting your lip to hold in your squeals and moans of pleasure at the sensation of him. He rutted into you, steadily, passionately, mouth hungrily nipping at the skin on your shoulder as he gripped your skin in his small but strong hands.

“Please… please…”

You weren’t sure what he was pleading for, but you couldn’t ignore it. You dropped the controller, not bothering to pause the game. You gripped the edge of the table, knuckles fight with the tension, holding yourself still as Jervis bucked his hips forward, trying to let him get deeper into you, desperate for him.

“Anything, Jervis… anything…”

You reached behind you, one of your hands holding his. As he worked himself into you, you whispered his name under your breath, growing louder, interspersed with pleasured moans as you felt him, powerful, jutting into you. With one final yell, you screamed out, waves of pleasure flooding through you, your own cum coating his dick as he kept pumping it into you.

In response, he picked up the pace, his volume rising as he groaned, mouth open wide, chest heaving, breath shuddering as he worked his orgasm out of you both. Deep within you, he clenched, a final few twitches of his cock as you felt his load, thick and warm, filling you, and dripping out over your thighs as he removed himself.

Jervis fell back onto his heels, seed still seeping from his reddened cock and onto the floor as he gasped, trying to catch his breath desperately. You leaned back, resting yourself against his chest and looking up into his eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held your hands in his.

“Ok, you have my attention, Jervis. What do you plan on doing with it?”

He stopped for a moment, reflecting on the fact that what he wanted before, he had already had it. But he hadn’t had his fill of you just yet. He took your hand, leading you back onto the sofa. He lay down beside you, resting his head in your lap. You took his cheek in your hand, the other one stroking through his hair.

“I wanted you, just you, sweet Hare.”

He placed his palm over the back of your hand, pressing it tighter to his cheek. Satisfied, but not smugly so, he hummed a soft tune as he settled in, getting comfy against you. As you soothed him under your touch, he recited his stories to you, his words growing softer as he grew comfortable once again just laying in the silence with you, your eyes on each other. Appreciative of your full attention.

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❤️ Small things that matter part 2

“Hey Sanji, uhm I wanna sketch a little but it’s kind of too noisy outside, is it ok if a sit here?” Asked the curly haired to the Straw Hats cook “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with it as long as you don’t interrupt me” Usopp smiled “Ok then! Thanks a lot! Promise I won’t distract you!”

And so the sniper took his stuff and sat on the dinning table to start his sketches, he passed through some pages and noticed his last drawing a sketch of Nami taking care of her tangerines, doing something she cared a lot about ‘Maybe… since Sanji is here, I could do a little sketch of him while he is cooking’ Usopp thought ‘Though I’m not sure how comfortable he is with that…’Usopp hesitated to start his drawing of the cook ‘Well… it’s not like he’ll see it…’ he ended up doing it anyway, he couldn’t resist it, it was the perfect opportunity, and now that he had the idea he couldn’t get it out of his head, so he started sketching.

Sanji was moving around, but Usopp was good at capturing live moments like he did with Nami, he started drawing the kitchen, he took a peek to make sure the cook didn’t notice him drawing him, he was apparently making some drinks, then he took another look and another and then another, but making sure the blonde wouldn’t notice him, but he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

The cook came close to him “What are you drawing?” He asked with a cigarette on his mouth “U-U-Uh nothing!!!!” He said as he hide his sketchbook “Nothing? Hmm, but I did hear your pen, I also noticed you looking my way” ‘Shit!’ Was all the sniper could think “Several times” ‘Shit!’ He thought again.

“Hmm, well, maybe you don’t want me to see what you are drawing, is that it?” The tall man asked “I-“ The cook looked at him as he tried to come up with a lie, at the end he couldn’t so he just said the truth “Y-yeah… you are right, I don’t want you t-to uhm see what I’m drawing…” He said shyly “And why may that be?” The cook asked calmly “Well… Im a little ashamed of it… I really didn’t want you to find out…”

The blonde one took a smoke out of his cigarette as he thought about what Usopp said “Could it be… that you where drawing me?” Usopp’s heart skipped a beat, he was able to read him so easily, the sniper took a big breath before answering in shame “Y-yes” was all that he could reply, he looked down, he couldn’t look at him in the eyes, but to Usopp’s surprise the cook smirked “May I see it?” He asked and Usopp’s heart skipped a beat again “Y-you mean you aren’t mad at me?!” The dark eyed asked “Why would I be?” Answered the blonde “W-well I was drawing you without… without your permission…” He answered shyly “Well I don’t mind” Usopp looked up “For real?” The curly haired asked, the blonde hummed in affirmations “I’m actually honored” He said, and Usopp still couldn’t believe it “Really?!” He said with sparks on his eyes “Yeah, I’m dying to see it, so… are you ok with showing it to me?” Sanji asked calmly “Well… If you want to see it so badly, I can’t deny it from you, specially since I didn’t ask for your permission to do it” Sanji laughed “Well show it to me then!” Usopp nodded.

His sketch wasn’t finished but the basics where there, it just needed a little more detail that he wasn’t able to add because Sanji came to him, he flipped the pages until he got to it “Sooo… here it is! It’s not a big deal! It’s not even finished! It’s just a little sketch” Sanji smiled “Well… I think it’s amazing” Usopp’s heart start beating so fast “R-really?” “Sure thing! I really like it, it feels…” He paused, he seemed to be looking for the right words “Delicate, like a lot of care was put into it, I feel like it captures my essence while I cook, even if to you is just a “simple sketch”, I think you did great, I- I like it a lot” Usopp couldn’t help but blush, he isn’t used to compliments AT ALL, and them coming from Sanji…

“OH! Well pst it was nothing! To the great captain Usopp this things are easy! Besides being an awesome captain and sniper, I am a incredible artist!” He said with pride “Well, the “Great Captain Usopp” was just sweating buckets about this drawing just seconds ago” Usopp raised his finger as if he was going to say something, but he took it down and admitted defeat as he sighed “Heh you got me there” He replied, Sanji smirked.

“Well great captain Usopp, I would love it for you to finish it and maybe let me keep it? After all you did draw me without my permission, is only fair I keep it” Usopp couldn’t argue with that “Oh well, yeah, you can keep it- Wait! Oh I ended up distracting you from cooking! Shooo shooo go back to cooking! And that way I can keep drawing you too!” Sanji laughed “Hey don’t think you can boss me around! Though you are right I should get back to making this drinks” He said as he headed back to the kitchen “As you said they are being pretty loud out there, they might get tired and I’ll have some drinks ready for them” Usopp smiled “Is there one for me?” Sanji’s back was turned on Usopp “Of course there is” He replied and Usopp smiled again, not knowing that Sanji was smiling too as he said it.

The Straw Hats cook went back to work and Usopp to sketching now drawing freely without any fears, this drawing wasn’t for him anymore, it was for Sanji, he was going to work hard on it, at the end the drinks where finished and so was the drawing, Sanji handed Usopp one, before going outside and handing them out for the rest of the crew, Usopp thanked him, when Sanji came back Usopp handed him the drawing and the man praised it with joy, Usopp blushed at the compliments “Next time draw a portrait of me, you can keep that one, but only if you capture my charm” Sanji said and Usopp laughed “I sure will” He answered.

Now only Sanji knows where that sketch Usopp did of him is, but I’m sure it’s somewhere special.

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The Strange Case of Wordgirl and Miss Crimes: Chapter 10

Unlike Becky apparently, Bob had definitely noticed the scientist’s clumsy nature. It was eerily reminiscent of how Becky’s dad was before his accident, maybe Dr. Jenkins was even more clumsy than Steven was. Either way it did not give any ease to the monkey as he knew Steven’s clumsy and obvious nature lead to his accident that caused him to become the villain that Becky worries about from time to time. Whose to say that Dr. Jenkins quirks won’t lead to something just as bad as before, or just as worse. Bob decided it was best to end things for the night, not try to argue with or upset Becky anymore, and head off to bed. Bob bid the young girl goodnight as he fell fast asleep on his bean bag bed. Becky said goodnight to him as well and crawled under the covers of her bed and got herself in a comfortable sleeping position. ‘Bob’s worried over nothing.’ Becky thought in her head. ‘Dr. Jenkins plan to help dad will work.’ *yawn* “It just has too.” Becky muttered before falling asleep. 

Some time has passed since Becky had that conversation with her father and it was filled with its ups and downs. Becky greeted her friends at school the next day and told them she talked with her dad yesterday. Becky said that everything went fine and she was touched that they were concerned about her and just wanted to help her.Violet and Scoops seemed to believe her as they moved on to talking about different subjects. Becky was glad that her friends seemed to believe she was alright now. Becky knew she had to be more careful and sneaky around them in order for them to avoid accidentally tipping off her dad about her true intentions. That was the good part of Becky’s week so far. The bad came from an incident at Reginald’s Jewelry Store. Unfortunately once again, Squeaky’s cheese cravings got the best of her father and the grocery store was still replenishing its cheese stock so Dr. Two Brains decided to rob Reginald’s jewelry store and turn all of the expensive items into fine cheeses such as camembert. Luckily Becky was able to stop her dad before he caused too much damage to the store and the store’s items. Sadly it meant Becky once again had to take her dad to jail, though he did apologize to her secretly for putting her through this again. If anything, this recent crime committed by her dad just made Wordgirl more determined to help her dad and hopeful that Dr. Jenkins’ plan would work. ‘Maybe I can work out a deal with the Warden and the police chief to let dad go since the experiment is ultimately designed to ‘rid’ Fair City of Dr. Two Brains.’ Becky thought to herself. As usual with her dad and the henchmen in jail, Becky stayed with the Botsford family for a temporary amount of time until her dad was released or he broke out, which ever came first for the mad scientist. Becky didn’t mind staying with the Botsfords and enjoyed spending time with the family. They never treated her any differently from other kids just because her dad was a villain. Mr. and Mrs. Botsford made sure to include Becky in their family outings and activities. Even TJ Botsford was a nice kid even thought their relationship most of the time was like siblings which included the annoyances and the arguing. Becky sometimes wondered what her life would be like if her dad ever had another kid or if he married anyone. Would they still be around even after he became Dr. Two Brains? Would they somehow prevent his accident from happening when she couldn’t have?

Late one night, after another non cheese dinner with the Botsford family, Becky was getting ready for bed when she got a call on her hero belt. Becky answered the call, “Hello?” she responded to the person calling her. “Um hello Wordgirl.” A nervous but familiar voice came from the speaker on her belt. Becky smiled as she recognized the voice. “Oh hi Dr. Jenkins. What do you need?” she said eagerly. “Well I got some good news Wordgirl.” Dr. Jenkins began, “I finished my ray and I am ready to test it out. Do you want to come to my lab and see how it works?” Becky felt she couldn’t contain her elation at the sudden news and tried her best to not yell out her excitement and accidentally wake up the other Botsford residents. She was elated that now finally, the nightmare that her dad was going through due to the accident was finally over. “Of course Dr. Jenkins.” Wordgirl responded, trying to sound professional while feeling immense joy deep down. “I’ll be over there right away.” Becky bid the scientist goodbye and later transformed into her hero outfit. She was about to get Bob when she noticed the monkey was dead asleep. ‘Mmm, probably a better idea to let Bob get some more shut eye.’ Becky reasoned in her head,’I can just tell him how things went down tomorrow.’ With that plan in mind, Wordgirl flew off, leaving her sidekick behind, and headed straight towards Dr. Jenkins’ lab. 

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the strange case of wordgirl and miss crimes #becky boxleitner au #the botsford family #bob/captain huggy face #dr james jenkins #chapter 10

[electricbluebutterflies]

Jess/Leto + gloves. And also touch.

Mid-era flufflet!! PG-ish and usual late queued crosspost // also on ao3.

Oh, not again.

There is rarely any point in making a recurrent domestic disagreement any more than it needs to be, Jessica thinks as she sees that her partner’s favorite pair of gloves are in a location her partner is decidedly not, but this is apparently something she refuses to live with. She was taught to run damage control against a man’s major vices; problem is, close to a decade in, those have yet to appear. Instead and at worst there are minor habits, slow erosion over time, all of it harmless but annoying and she can’t-

She is supposed to be tolerant unless provoked. A normal woman would not consider this provocation. But what other word is there for things she knows are done with intent she can’t quite place beyond that she is somehow expected to respond?

She stares at the misplaced fabric for almost too long, weighs her options, weighs how much of a fight she actually wants. She can piece together the rest of the morning’s events – he’d said something about outdoor sparring, and he rarely voices plans without follow-through, and that dangerous part of her that worries too much knows where this ends. Like they need one more conversation about self-preservation instincts and his occasional lack thereof, last time was the first and skies help her only time she has ever yelled at him in public, this one won’t be as bad but-

Clearly, the correct course of action is to resolve the situation herself. She will not enjoy being difficult, but these opportunities to publicly care for her partner are so rare, so much of their dynamic relegated to her shadows. Taking the damned gloves out to him is an action beyond scandal, and if she gets to glare at him in a way that reminds some of his circle that she is absolutely not to be crossed then so much the better, and-

She, at least, knows how to dress for the weather. She is not fond of winter, and the light snow on the ground has her questioning masculine sanity and bravado even more than usual, but her layers are more than adequate and she is less interested than usual in what image she presents. She does not need to be beautiful to be heard, she reminds herself, and perhaps more visible distress would be in her favor but… prioritizing warmth will do, and her partner can fix that later.

(She knows, even now, where this ends. Where it always ends.)

She is thankful for the predictability of this life, how she is able to slip into spaces where her presence is allowed without even formalities she doubts she’d mean, safety within one of the compound’s courtyards. Her partner is otherwise occupied and she is reminded that she loves him for a great many reasons, most on display in this moment. He moves well, in ways he has spent most of his life practicing, and she has seen all of this before and still it makes her feel a certain kind of want. This is hers, at least in the quiet of night; she knows his body almost as her own, and-

The sequence finishes, and she watches as her partner processes her presence and the way she’s looking at him. She is not subtle, and they know each other well enough, and-

He approaches, and before he can speak she does something impulsive by her standards and flicks her wrist so the gloves hit him. Barely enough impact that he’ll feel it, she doesn’t mean harm, but-

“You forgot something,” she says, quiet enough for deniability.

“And you resolved that for me,” he murmurs, reaching out and taking her hand in both of his. “What would I ever do without you?”

“Don’t give me nightmares.”

He’s too hard to stay mad at for long, she thinks as she feels her tension soften despite her petty anger. How clearly he wants her despite everything – there is nothing improper in their current condition, nothing even visible, but she feels what is not said, the flickers of desire in his eyes. The great certainty of her life is that she is beloved in a way beyond words, and-

“Thank you. If this is what it takes to bring you out here…”

“You could try directly asking things.”

“Where would the fun be in that?”

Jessica rolls her eyes and does everything she can to suppress a blush. “I might assume you enjoy worrying me.”

“Not enjoy, but… we ought to take what opportunities we can. And I do appreciate how you care for me.”

She won’t dare openly accuse him of leaving the gloves behind with intent, but right now she wouldn’t put that past him, not with the way he’s looking at her with a certain kind of delight. “You rarely give me opportunity. I do take what I can.”

He uncurls her fingers and takes the gloves, and she watches as he puts them on, watches and thinks about how she has become used to that touch. No, more than used to, more like wants it more than anything, more like-

“Walk back with me?”

“I assume that was part of the plan?”

“What plan?”

“You are capable of many things, my love, but you don’t fake innocence well,” she breathes.

“You always see through me,” he replies, and there is such love in it as he reaches for her hand, as they take everything they can under other eyes. “It may have been an accident, and it may have crossed my mind that there was no reason to go back for them.”

“Cold hands weren’t enough of a reason?”

“You’ve seen me spar more than enough times, you know I was adequately distracted.”

“Distraction just means more possibility for damage.”

“Let it be, love. It’s alright now.”

She’s still annoyed, but there is no reason to spiral, she thinks as they retreat indoors. They have resolved the situation for now, even as she knows it will happen again before winter’s end, even-

“Do come to me at a decent hour,” she murmurs as they are about to separate, aware as she is that they likely won’t see each other again until past nightfall. “I won’t wait up too late, but…”

He gives her a heartbeat kiss, and for a heartbeat longer she doesn’t care that other people see. “I’ll try.”

#ebf writes fic #leto x jessica #queue

[ladypurplejanewrynn]

The Wild Side Of Me Chapter 8

Tolys has already arrived at Alfred’s house. The movie was already chosen. Meanwhile, the rest were on their way, the two lovers prepared the snacks together. Some popcorn, a pack of chips, drinks like coke, water or juices. First to arrive were Feliks and Alice. "Hey guys. What’s up? By the way, Audrey texted me and she and Rod won’t be able to come." said the gingerhead woman. "Is fine. Rose and Vash aren’t coming either. She said that she’ll spent the night at Vash’s house. And tomorrow they will continue looking for their own house to buy. Yup, my little sister is moving out from here pretty soon. Ah, she grows up so fast." said Alfred. "Guess you must be like totally happy about finally having a house for your own." said Feliks. The American smiled:"Well, it is true. But in the same time, I’m gonna miss those times where me, Matthew and Rose had fun living here together. After all, they’re my siblings. And I love them deeply. Matthew moved out from here the last year. And now is my sister’s turn." Alice patted his back:"Hey, cheer up bro. You will still be able to spent time with your siblings and have some fun with them. And beside, the whole house will be yours. You will be able to do whatever you want, without disturbing your siblings." "I guess you’re right." said the man. "Hey I got a message from Francis. He and Arthur aren’t coming either."said Tolys. All three looked at him. "What? Why?"asked Alfred. "Arthur got sick and Francis is taking care of him" explained the Lithuanian. "Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe I’ll pay them a visit tomorrow." said Alfred. "So, we’re waiting for Gilbert and Matthew to arrive then." said Feliks. "Alright, so maybe meanwhile waiting, we finish preparing everything before they arrive." suggested Tolys. "Sure, let’s do it." said Alice. The group finished preparing the food and drinks. Put some pillows and blankets on the couch, to make it more comfortable and softer. Just as they finished, Matthew arrived. "I’m here. Luckily today I don’t have to work." said the man. "Hey brother. Is good to see you. Come. Take a sit." said Alfred. "Alright, only waiting for Gil then." said Tolys. While waiting for the German, the group chat it for a bit. "Anyway, why don’t you quit and look for a better work. You know, with a better boss, who doesn’t treat their coworkers like garbage. And pays them better." said Feliks. "To be honest, I was thinking about that. I even looked at some work offers, but there’s nothing for me currently. So, I’m stuck with my current work, sadly." said the man. "No worries bro. I’m sure you‘ll find something soon." said the Polish lady. "Thanks Alice." answered Matthew. "Gosh, where is Gilbert? He’s already late." said the Lithuanian. Then all of the sudden, the group heared the door opening and Gilbert was standing in front of them:"Hey, sorry for being late. Some stuff stopped me a little bit, but I’m here."

Finally when everyone where here, they took their sits and began watching the movie. They decided to watch:"Doctor Strange Multiverse Of Madness", since they didn’t saw that one yet. Alice and Feliks, in each other embrace, covered with one of the blankets. Next to them Alfred and Tolys, hugging each other. And next to the boys Matthew, eating the popcorn. And next to him, Gilbert taking a sip of coke from the can. The movie began. They all watched with curiosity . "Gosh, the guy really is an amazing sorcerer." said Alfred in amazement. "He sure is." said Tolys. "Guys, stop talking. We can’t hear what’s happening in the movie." said Alice. "Right, sorry Alice." said the American. They kept on watching, until Gilbert’s phone start it ringing and he had to pick up, saying it was urgent. So, they paused the movie and Gilbert went to another room to chat on the phone. "Well, the movie is pretty interesting so far." said Matthew. "True. Gosh, I wish I was a sorcerer as well. This would be awesome. Not to mention I would be a pretty fabulous one." said Feliks in excitement. "Well then, I would be a sorceress to your sorcerer, love." said Alice. The two smiled at each other, as blushes appeared on their faces. "Anyway, how’s life going for the two of you? I heared you finally moved together into one house." said the Lithuanian. "Oh, is true. We couldn’t live separately any time longer, so now we have a house on our own. You guys like totally need to come visit us one day." said Feliks. "We sure will." answered Alfred. "And about you two? Are you planning to move into one house?" asked Alice. "Well, ummmm… you see…" began Tolys all troubled. "We still need time. You know. After all is been only a year since we start it dating. Beside, I don’t think we’re both ready for stuff like that yet." finished Alfred. "Is pretty understandable I guess. After all, me and Alice have been dating for a pretty long time. While, for you two it haven’t been this long." said the Polish man. The group kept on chatting. "Geez, what is taking Gilbert this long. I get it that is an urgent call. But come on. We’re in the middle of watching a movie." said Alfred. "Calm down brother. I’m sure he’s almost done." said Matthew. After a moment, Gilbert finally came back. He apologized for taking this long and they continued the movie. After they finished, they all went back home, beside Tolys who decided to stay with Alfred a little longer.

#hetalia #aph lithuania #aph america #tolys laurinaitis #alfred jones #ameliet #aph poland #aph warsaw (oc) #feliks łukasiewicz #alice tarczyńska #polwar #aph prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #aph canada #matthew williams #human au #werewolf au #werewolf liet #fanfic #PJ’s stories

[angelofthequeers]

Free to Be You and Me: chapter 29

Chapter 28 | Chapter 30

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Gorilla’s the real MVP here, let’s be honest.

After the whole “being targeted by yet another akuma” thing that day, Adrien’s under such strict supervision that his bodyguard is literally camped outside his door. Well. Almost literally. It seems like it, with how often he’s been checking in on Adrien. Ladybug had appeared at his window and he’d had to shake his head to get her to leave, as much as it had pained him. As much as he’d wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his lady and never let go.

But the following night is better. Gorilla still drops in but not nearly as often, so Adrien feels comfortable enough letting Ladybug in this time. She perches on his bed, cross-legged, staring at him with wide, expectant eyes.

“Um…” Adrien scratches the back of his head. Ladybug raises an eyebrow.

“Yes?” she says.

“Uh…”

“Mhm?”

“Okay, yes, the akuma was my fault,” Adrien blurts out. “I may have gotten a bit…angry over the way he was touching you.” He’s expecting Ladybug to be mad; to yell at him that she’s not some fragile doll and can take care of herself. Instead, she smiles softly at him.

“I appreciate it,” she says. “Really, I do. But I’m a public figure. I can’t just go around yelling at everyone who gives me even the slightest of creeps. You had a point after I went off at Lila in the park that day.”

“I’m starting to think you were right about that,” Adrien mutters. Ladybug snorts and holds out her hands, and Adrien eagerly stumbles over like she’s pulling him along on a string.

“I have to be used to it,” she says as he sits next to her. “People draping themselves all over me, using me for their own ends…Chloé was the worst offender, back when she liked me. I hated it, yeah, but I couldn’t – you know – yell at every single person who did that.”

“But it’s wrong!” Adrien argues. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it! You should be able to tell anyone no!”

“Uh huh,” Ladybug drawls. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr Sunshine Prince.”

“That’s different!”

“Really? How so?”

“Uh…my father…expectations…”

“I have expectations too, you know.” Ladybug smiles and kisses the back of his hand. “And a horde of fans. I get it, Adrien. Really. I feel the exact same way every time someone crosses a line with you. If anyone went as far as Li – uh, you know…”

“As Lila,” Adrien says, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “You can say it.”

“As far as Lila,” Ladybug says firmly. “I wouldn’t stand for it. And you shouldn’t either. You might have to put up with certain lines being crossed, but you deserve to have those boundaries that no one’s allowed to push.”

“Really?” Adrien says in a small voice.

“Really,” Ladybug says fondly. “You’re the one who has my heart, Adrien. No one else. Apart from Chat Noir but that’s different. And I have stood up for myself before.”

“Really? When? And no, the Lila park thing doesn’t count.”

Ladybug rolls her eyes. “Um…when Félix came to visit. And pretended to be you. He tried to, um…kiss me.”

“He what?” Adrien jumps to his feet, his fists clenched. His bedroom door slams open and Gorilla comes bursting in, skidding to a halt when he takes in the scene before him.

“Hello,” Ladybug says with an awkward wave. “Just checking in on Adrien after yesterday. Trying to make him see reason.”

“After what you just said?” Adrien says. Ladybug rolls her eyes again.

“If you’d have let me finish,” she mutters. “Seriously, we’re fine. Thank you for checking up on Adrien. Lord knows he needs someone who cares about him.”

Adrien winces. Maybe badmouthing his bodyguard’s employer to his face isn’t such a smart move. But, to his surprise, Gorilla’s face softens and he grunts and nods, then retreats, closing the door behind him.

“He knows for sure,” Ladybug groans. “Oh, well. He won’t tell anyone, will he?”

“No,” Adrien says. “But that’s not the point here! Félix –”

“Got the lights punched out of him,” Ladybug interrupts. Adrien’s mouth clacks shut. “I thought he was you, the boy I love, and I still punched him when he tried to force himself on me. If someone went too far, I would tell them to stop. What the Butcher did yesterday was tame compared to other stuff I’ve seen, like the way your fans chase you everywhere and scream for you to marry them.”

“It’s still not right,” Adrien says stubbornly. Ladybug grins.

“I know, my prince. I know. But after dealing with Lila, it’s made me realise that I have to pick my battles.” She holds out her hand to beckon him to sit back down, where she leans in and leaves a long, deep, warm kiss on his lips. “But I’m sorry, Adrien.”

“You? Sorry? Why are you sorry? I’m the one who caused the akuma!”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t consider how you must have felt, watching someone all over me. I should’ve realised. You know, after all the times I’ve seen people all over you. I forgot that just because you’re not a superhero doesn’t mean you don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to apologise,” Adrien says. “You just have to stay with me.”

“Always.” Ladybug twirls a lock of his hair around her fingers. “I’ll never leave you.”

Adrien ducks his head, his cheeks flushed. “Can we…turn the light off? So I can cuddle you?” he says in a small voice. “Like…you? I think I got addicted to your skin after the other night.”

Ladybug giggles. “No need to turn the light off.”

“Wait, what?”

“I, um…got addicted to you touching my skin too. And being able to feel it with my bare hands. So, I…came up with a solution. Spots off.”

Adrien instinctively covers his eyes, both against the blinding flash of pink light and to avoid seeing his lady’s identity. Ladybug’s lilting laughter fills his ears.

“You can look,” she says. “I promise.”

Adrien hesitates. Then, ever so slowly, he pulls his hand down and opens his eyes. It’s…Ladybug? Except not Ladybug. She’s got on an oversized ladybug-patterned sweater, black sweatpants, and a Ladybug mask that hides her face as well as her magical one does. But she’s clearly detransformed; the mask is obviously homemade, what with the neat stitching and side bands and the way it sits on her face compared to how her normal mask does.

“You’re amazing,” Adrien’s mouth says without his permission. “Wow. I never would’ve thought of that.”

Ladybug’s cheeks flush. “Well, I figured you’d get tired of being blindfolded every single time I detransformed,” she says. “And I think Tikki enjoyed the break too. So this was the solution we came up with.”

“Just be careful,” Tikki says, although she still smiles and waves at Adrien. “Don’t let your mask slip. Don’t let Adrien see any defining features!”

“Of course not,” Adrien says immediately. “I don’t care how much or how little of her I see. Just so long as I can touch her.”

“Don’t say that or I’ll die,” Ladybug groans, covering her face with her hands. “I’m still not over the other night.”

“That’s the only reason I could deal with having to send you away last night, you know.” Adrien reaches out and skims his fingers along the bottom of Ladybug’s sweater, earning a sharp inhale in response. “Being able to remember how it felt to touch you. I mean it when I say that I love whoever the girl is beneath the mask.”

“Stop it!” Ladybug whines. “You say all this stuff and I – I can’t – it kills me!”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Adrien murmurs, leaning in to press a teasing kiss to the side of her neck. Ladybug’s breath hitches. “I like my lovebugs alive, thank you very much.”

“So not fair,” Ladybug gasps. “Calling me that – when you have – have –”

“Oh?” Adrien nips her throat; gently enough to not leave a mark, but sharp enough for her to most definitely feel it, if the way she shivers is any indication. “You’d prefer ma choupette? Because you’re sweet and fluffy and I want to gobble you up?”

“I hate you,” Ladybug says weakly. Adrien laughs and pulls away to give her room to breathe.

“Sorry,” he says. “I just love how I can turn the saviour of Paris into a pile of jelly.”

“Oh?” Ladybug straightens up, flushed, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Adrien’s danger senses start to ping. “Well, I’d say turnabout is fair play, wouldn’t you?”

“W-What do you mean?” Adrien says, raising his hands to fend off the ladybug pushing him down and crawling over him. But it’s in vain, because he could never keep his lady away, and she knows it.

“We have to have something to go along with the jelly,” Ladybug says serenely. She trails her fingers down Adrien’s shirt, and he shivers and gulps. “I’m quite partial to pudding. Especially if it’s sunshine flavoured.”

“How can something be sunshine flavoured –?”

Ladybug silences him with a kiss that melts his brain into goo. As she kisses, using one arm to hold herself up, she runs her free hand up and down Adrien’s neck, leaving goosebumps as she goes. Adrien’s last rational thought is that he’s glad neither of them are ready for more yet because of how much she is before his brain shuts off for good and he surrenders to the power that Ladybug has over him.

“Still not seeing pudding,” he gasps when she pulls back, nipping his bottom lip on the way. Ladybug grins.

“Then I’m clearly not doing a good job.” She leans back down and this time, her kiss is much more heated. Adrien groans softly and reaches up to wrap his arms around her, pulling her flat on top of him, cradling the love of his life –

Someone clears their throat. Adrien freezes, as does Ladybug, and they separate, ever so slowly, to find Gorilla watching them with his usual blank frown.

“Gah!” Ladybug launches herself off Adrien, who’s currently cycling back and forth between the five stages of grief while his soul spontaneously combusts. “Sorry! We’re not – I’m not – it’s just – it’s not what it looks like –”

“We’re just kissing!” Adrien says, firmly in the bargaining stage. “Promise! Neither of us are ready for – um – you know – no –”

“No!” Ladybug covers her face, catapulting Adrien all the way back into denial that this is happening to them. “Don’t talk about – that!”

Gorilla just watches them babble over each other. Finally, once Adrien and Ladybug have exhausted themselves and slumped in acceptance that this is indeed happening, Gorilla smiles and gives them a thumbs up.

“W-What?” Adrien croaks. In response, Gorilla points to him, then to Ladybug, and then makes a heart with his hands. Ladybug moans and throws herself face-down on the bed.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” she says, her voice muffled by the blanket.

“He’s not your bodyguard!” Adrien splutters. “Um…you won’t tell Father, will you…?”

Gorilla shakes his head. Before Adrien can feel too relieved, Gorilla holds up both hands with all his fingers up.

“Ten minutes?” he says. Gorilla nods. “Yeah. That’s fair after…that.”

Gorilla smirks, then retreats from the room, shutting the door behind him. Adrien reaches over with a shaking hand and pats Ladybug on the shoulder.

“We’re not dead,” he says. “Or busted. But you’ve got ten minutes before you have to go.”

“I’m gone now,” Ladybug mumbles, barely intelligible. “Al – Fox – gah, Rena would never let me live this down if she knew.”

Adrien tries not to grin at his lady’s verbal stumbling. Instead, he digs his fingers into her sweater and pulls her up to sag back against him, where she lets out a pitiful groan.

“I’m gonna have to change my name,” she says. “Dye my hair, move to Australia, and I’ll never have our three kids and a hamster named –”

“You want three kids too?” Adrien says with stars in his eyes, his insides fluttering violently at the “our” part. “And a hamster?”

“Duh! Who doesn’t? I’ve even picked out our kids’ names!”

“Really? What are they?”

“Louis and Hugo.” Ladybug wriggles around to face him but immediately looks down. “And, um…Emma. I’ve always loved the name even before I knew you, but I figured we could also honour your mother with it because I know how important she was to you –”

Adrien sniffles, then crushes Ladybug to his chest, burying his face in her silky hair. “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much, lovebug. You’re too good to me.”

“I feel like it’s the other way around,” Ladybug says into his shirt, but she still hugs him back. “And I love you too, my prince.”

#aotq fic #aotq: free to be #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ladrien #ml gorilla #ladrien kiss #ladrien makeout

[delicatedandelion]

I have been feeling like absolute crap ngl. Mostly because depression has been hitting harder and harder and my family is just asfhdjafdlmafdlab.

I finished my exams home cause my dad was like “oh why stay at uni’s dorms when you can finish up home since they are online” which fair point cause -> no useless money spendings in a pretty expensive city like the one my Uni is.

Now that I came home I feel like a burden constantly cause it’s like he LOOKS annoyed with my existence here. He wanted me to apply for my driver’s license but I didn’t because well…depresso. So if I wouldn’t have failed and taken the test, I would’ve probably had another meltdown and take the car and crash by impulse. Getting very CONSCIOUS about that thing, I decided not to apply

My relatives raised my anxiety levels to the moon. I’m 21 and next year finishing my Master’s and my fam acts like I am 40 living out of my dad’s salary in the house basement. I started getting a lot of white hairs cause of the stress and anxiety they are causing -besides ofc the way it affects my sleep and everything else- but at least I’m blond now so not as easily noticeable as before lmao. And like…I tried to find jobs but it’s a lil hard when it takes you 6h just to convince yourself to get out of bed to brush your teeth 😅 but ig those are just excuses so yeah…it’s fine and it’s my fault and like…ik that but do they really have to remind me daily tho…? Haha…

I wanted to quit smoking cause like…I’m stressed and anxious enough but with how it’s been going? Honestly cigs pretty much the only ones to keep me sane. And it’s either those or sh so yeah. I literally don’t have any other coping mechanisms. Except for maybe alcohol but I’m not going back to my teens nah ah. So probs will go this friday and buy some cigs

I either don’t eat or b/p or just eat a lot. But I have 0 energy to move whatsoever. And I mean…I actually tried. I put on my workout clothes and that in itself felt like it needed a 12h nap afterwards. I tried to workout but I end up either collapsing on the mat or just unable to move cause my body refuses and my brain dissociates. I feel drained of energy for any task mostly. I’m also afraid my fam will end up doing something stupid and take my books or something because honestly reading or mindless tiktok scrolling have been the only thing I am able to do lately. (1) to stay away and out of people’s business cause if I just don’t talk or do anything they won’t be mad at me and tell me cruel things on and on and (2) I won’t mess anything up like I usually do haha. They keep telling me how annoying I am basically and how I ‘need to be shaken up cause you live in another reality!!!’ and that I’m nothing and will do nothing and am too spoiled and don’t have any idea what life is and stuff like that and I think it’s a bit hypocritical to be told that from them who like…go on vacations abroad when they get bored or feel ‘under the weather’ 😅

I kinda gave up ngl. Just existing, sit there and smile and try to stay away, say the right things and one day…yeah

[jellyknit]

argh ran out of yarn at the last second.. i don’t even have enough to cast off with!! will have to pick some more up for those last two rows 🙄

here’s the last pic i took after finishing the neck

#a bit of puckering around the neck but not enough for me to rip it out and do again #mad that i won’t be able to finish before i move out but oh well #it’s too hot to wear anyway!! #knitblr #knitters of tumblr #knitting #wip #sweater vest #jellypost

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

[moemoemammon]

MC is Sick?!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

A little late to notice that you’re sick. He’s been so busy lately that he can’t watch you as carefully as he’d like to, so he apologizes for not catching on sooner.

But now that it’s been brought to his attention, Lucifer is all over it. You’re excused from your classes and sent to your room for bedrest while he tends to everything else. He’s rarely the one to bring you your medicine or meals, to his dismay, but his busy schedule just won’t allow it. 

If he were able he’d let you stay in his room until you felt better. But for the time being, he’ll have to squeeze in little visits to your room, where he’ll pop in and sit on the edge of your bed, pressing his hand against your forehead and letting it linger on your cheek.

He’ll often come to your room with a record for you to listen to, and he loves talking about the history of the music and the life of the composure. His boring talks put you right to sleep.

“This piece is one of my favorites. The composer went into an illness induced madness when he created the sheet music, and wouldn't eat or sleep for two weeks until it’d been completed. Why, I often listen to it when- Ah, have you fallen asleep?"

Mammon

The first to notice the change in your health. You don’t look so good.. Are you okay? MC?!

Good luck trying to get any rest, because your first man is gonna be popping in and out of your room every five minutes. He’s constantly checking in on you, making sure you’re not too hot or too cold, that you’ve got something to drink, that you ate the soup he left-

Actually, Mammon’s not that bad of a caretaker! He’s a little too attentive, but he clearly knows what he’s doing. Also insists on being the only one that takes care of you until you’re better.

Polices everything you do. You wanna get out of bed? Nope, wait for Mammon. You’re bored? He’ll bring you something to do. Know what, he’s just gonna move into your room for the time being-

“Who told ya to go and get sick? Makin' me worry like this... I'm gonna make sure ya get better in no time, so you'd better be grateful, ya hear? I don't do this for just anybody..."

Levi

No way... You’re sick?! But you guys had plans to watch Magical Ruri Hana together...

Yeah, he’s not the best at caretaking despite watching Cells at Work, but he does know the basics! It kills him to leave his room so frequently, so.. why don’t you just stay in his room? He’ll take care of you there, and the healing waves of Ruri-chan will wash over you and get rid of your illness!

He definitely can’t be your primary caregiver, unless you want to be sick forever. Anime doesn't really imitate real life. Who would've thought?

 But he’s as attentive as he can be, at least! He brings you new DVDs to watch, manga to read, and delicious stacks to try whenever he can! Even if this is all he can do, he wants to make sure you know he’s thinking about you. May or may not also be spam texting you and keeping you awake-

“I brought the audio drama for you to listen to! It's from the TSL live series, where they act out the scenes! You won't have to worry about reading or watching anything, so you can listen to it to sleep. Oh, but I want to hear your opinion on everything! And then you- huh? When will you be able to sleep? Uh..."

Satan

The most knowledgeable when it comes to taking care of human illnesses, but he still fumbles a little. Insists on making an accurate diagnosis of your symptoms, and that takes way longer than the actual treatement,

But once he’s deduced what’s going on, Satan goes all in. You might feel like a guinea pig because of all the weird methods he’s trying on you (may or may not have read a medieval medicine book first), so uhhhhh be patient with him. Now hold still while he puts this onion in your sock-

Not as attentive as the others, but very thorough when he tends to you. And despite all the unorthodox healing methods, you actually recover quickly, by some miracle.

In the quieter moments when all you need is rest, Satan will sit by and quietly read to you until you lull off to sleep, brushing the hair from your face before he leaves.

“Hm... I was sure St. John's Wart would do the trick, but your fever hasn't broken at all? Maybe I ought to try minced garlic and honey next? Or maybe..- Eh? Just normal medicine is fine?"

Asmo

SICK?! No no, this won’t do at all! Asmo doesn’t want to see his darling MC looking so pale and unsightly! It’s off to bed with you now. No, not his bed he loves you but you’ve gotta understand-

Gentle affection is one of Asmo’s selling points, but that doesn’t mean the king of aftercare knows how to treat illnesses. He does however make you extremely comfortable. I’m talking extra fluffy pillows, cold and hot packs where you need them most, careful sponge baths (if you’ll let him), and everything else he can offer to make sure you’re okay.

May or may not show up in a hazmat suit, but don’t worry. The mask is clear so you get a view of his beautiful face! And when he isn’t around to take care of you, he sends pictures of himself to speed up the healing process.

Most likely to ask for help in your care. He tends to forget that you need more than affection and selfies to help you recover-

“Make sure you get better quickly, okay? I'll keep gracing your with my gorgeous face, and that ought to heal you in no time! Oh, maybe an herbal bath will help, too? I'll join you~!"

Beel

Extremely worried the moment you sneeze twice in a row. And when that escalates into a full blown cold, he immediately takes you to your room and cocoons you in every spare blanket he can find.

His care is sloppy, but full of affection. Your bed is a fluffy mess of soft blankets and pillows, and he lingers in your room nearly all day. And naturally, Beel knows you need to eat in order to heal.

You’re never without any food. This man will bring you an entire rotisserie chicken and a quart of orange juice for breakfast do not underestimate him. And if you can’t stomach anything, he’s try for things that’re easier to eat. like soups and broths. Also insists on feeding you himself.

Might also need some help in caring for you. He has good intentions and he’s being as careful with you as can be, but it can’t help to have another set of hands on the job. He wants to make sure you get the best care he can offer.

“Mm... you're not eating a lot today. Hm? You're full? But you only had a shadow hog roast, three sandwiches, and a gallon of juice. Are you sure that's enough? ...Well, maybe you're right. I'll eat what you can't finish, then. Hm? You're worried I'll get sick? It's fine. A human cold wont affect me."

Belphie

He knew something was up when you didn’t get out of bed that morning. Sleeping until 2pm is HIS thing, got it? Just kidding-

Tries not to show it, but this man is so worried that he can’t even sleep. BELPHEGOR, the Avatar of Sloth, is suffering from insomnia. 

He isn’t really the best at taking care of other people, but he knows that plenty of rest can only do you good. Belphie climbs into your bed and resigns himself to staying there until you heal. Somehow, having him around makes your sleep even deeper, so you always wake up feeling a little more rested than before.

Not so great at remembering when to bring you medicine and stuff, so the help of the others is a given. But despite that, you find yourself comfortable in every position you shift into. Belphie knows a thing or two about resting peacefully, so he’s got an eye for helping you with that.

“Are you feeling a little better today? ...Good. You were tossing and turning in your sleep, so I got you that ice pack. It look like your fever finally broke, so that means I can rest easy now.. goodnight......"

#I wrote this because I am ill and I wanna indulge #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me writing #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

[outerbankies]

You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

—

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