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Emmy Rose ~ 24 years ~ Miya Osamu’s wifey 💜

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[emmyrosee]

legit so sick from the heat rn

[anyadanielleee]

girl dads (various x y/n)

a/n: huge credits to @emmyrosee!! she has such good dad!aus and those are 100% what inspired me to write this. the portions about post game interviews were heavily inspired by this fic by @miyaz6ki so credits there alsoooo

characters featured: wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura

if u can't tell this is a dad!au, and there's multiple characters involved in this. it's mainly just headcannon style, but of course i got carried away and wrote paragraphs for some as well. i do not, in fact, have any children, so if things are inaccurate, i sincerely apologize. enjoy :3

wakatoshi ushijima:

this man quite literally views his daughter as the center of the universe. he loves her so incredibly much, and he’d give up literally anything for her. when she was born, that was the first time you’d ever seen him cry. but for him, seeing his little girl, so small and precious, knowing that he’d get to raise her and watch her grow up brought him to tears. 

he was also very protective over her, not even telling the media he had a daughter until she was 3 years old. 

he just carried her after a game to his press conference, sat her down on his lap, and acted like he hadn’t just broken the internet. An interviewer asked him, “wakatoshi-san, whose daughter is that?” and fully straight faced, he just answered, “mine. she’s 3 years old. i trust you all will manage your volume around her.” about a hundred cameras went off at the same time, and he immediately gently covered the little girl’s eyes, making her giggle straight into the mic. “peek-a-boo, dada?” and you, sitting at the side, watched everyone’s hearts completely melt at your daughter’s comment. wakatoshi, of course, was involved in this reaction, and he replied back to his daughter right away. “yeah, sweetheart. we can play peek-a-boo.”

your daughter stole the show the rest of the night. she was a talkative girl, and the mic picked up everything she said. “wakatoshi, about that spike you hit in the 4th set, just walk me through what was going on in your head.” “It was a crucial point. I think it definetly impacted the momentum of our team-” “mo… moo-me-tu?” your husband melted once again. “momentum, sweetheart. Mo-men-tum,” he corrected gently, sounding out each syllable. he cleared his throat, remembering where he was. “apologies. as I was saying, it was a turning point for the team-” “dada, i sleepy,” your daughter yawned, and you glanced at wakatoshi, raising a thumb up in a silent question of whether he was okay to keep holding her. he nodded immediately, adjusting her so her head was resting on his chest and his hand was gently stroking her hair. 

you doubted a single interviewer was actually fully focused throughout that whole interview. the media would go insane in a couple hours as well, you were sure. but you also knew wakatoshi wouldn’t care, so long as he had his daughter with him. 

tooru oikawa:

he is the definition of a girl dad. he’s always loved having conversations with your daughter, even when all she could do was eat, sleep, and cry. 

but as she got older, she got so talkative. and it was all tooru’s fault. because this man would respond to even her most incomprehensible babbles, nodding as though it were the most precious wisdom coming straight from a prophet. and so, now that she could actually form complete sentences at the ripe age of 4 years old, the two of them would have conversations all day long. 

“dada, i want a unicorn.” “i’ll ask your uncle hajime. i think he knows where to find them. what type of unicorn do you want, princess?” she paused for a moment, brow furrowing as she thought. “pink. fluffy. and big as you, dada!” she giggled wildly as tooru gasped in mock outrage. “as big as me? impossible.” he picked her up, tickling her and planting tons of kisses on her head. "the unicorn has to be smaller than me, okay, darling?" still laughing loudly from the tickles, your daughter nodded immediately with a grin that matched her father's one perfectly. the same grin you'd fallen for all those years ago, now on the little girl that you and tooru loved most in the world.

tooru also spoils her. a lot. one day, she'd gone up to you while tooru was taking a nap, looked up with those big brown eyes of hers, and asked, "mama, can i have ch-chocolate?" no. the answer was no, and she knew that. "sorry, sweetheart, remember the rule? only one piece a day, and you already had in the morning." but she only pouted and added, "but dada said i could." and boy do you hear that phrase a lot now. you couldn't even be mad at your husband though because he wasn't unreasonable or careless about taking care of your daughter. he simply gave into her puppy eyes just a little bit easier than you did.

tooru also brings his daughter to his games, but it's more rare than she actually joins him during the press conferences. because again, this girl will talk nonstop. once he brought her to a press conference, and within minutes, she was talking to the reporters, asking them about their favorite colors, foods, puppy breeds, the most random, adorable topics.

but as talkative as she is, she's also incredibly hardworking, focused, and dedicated to whatever she sets her mind on. she's silly and funny, but if you tell her to complete a worksheet, she's doing it right away. doesn't that sound just like someone you know?

tetsuro kuroo: 

if there's one thing tetsuro loves doing with his daughter, it's playing games.

as soon as she could play rock paper scissors, tic tac toe, and chopsticks, they were playing those nonstops.

you knew your husband was competitive, but you didn't expect him to make your daughter just as competitive as well.

not all their games are competitive, though. you'd often see the two of them, tetsuro awkwardly hunched over her dollhouse or castle as they dressed up all of her little dolls and decorated her houses. and you were certain it was the most wholesome thing you'd ever seen.

tetsuro also loves impressing his daughter and getting to do things for her. for example, one evening, after you'd tucked her in already and were about to go to sleep, tetsuro asked you, very genuinely, "can i practice doing your hair? i want to be able to do it for her. properly."

and so you spent that night teaching him how to brush, tie, and braid, and you swore you hadn't seen him that focused since high school.

the next day, when your daughter asked you to do her hair for her, as you always did, tetsuro immediately perked up and looked you in the eye, communicating just through that look. you smiled and told your daughter, "sweetheart, what if daddy did your hair? would you be alright with that? he's been practicing a lot." she thought over it for a moment before responding with a happy, "okay!"

when she sat down in front of tetsuro, you could see his hands shake slightly as he brushed through her hair. this guy was nervous.

once he was done, though, your daughter loved it. "i love it, dada! but mama still does it better," she declared, to which he responded, "i know, princess. your mama's the best."

she hummed in thought before reaching out, wrapping her tiny hand around just 2 of his fingers. "can we go play fashion dress up now? pretty please?"

daichi sawamura: 

the best dad out there. hands down. partially because he's had so much experience parenting the karasuno boys volleyball team.

but with his own daughter, he's the type of dad who's so protective and so proud of his little girl.

if the slightest thing happens to her, even something as small as a bug bite, he's so prepared. so imagine his complete breakdown the first time she got a fever.

his daughter's and wife's safeties are the most important things in the world to him, and he'd give anything to just see the two of them laughing and smiling.

he's also so proud of his daughter. always. she could hand him a paper with just 6 different colored scribbles, and he'd stare at it with pure admiration. "you wanna become an artist, huh, sweetheart? this looks beautiful."

he once brought her to the station just to show her off to the other officers there. and the others loved her so much. and she loved them too.

"dada, so many friends here!" she announced, earning her a collective "awwww" from literally everyone in the station.

and in a few minutes, she's been offered pens, paper, snacks, badges, whatever they had with them that could entertain her.

meanwhile, daichi was just telling stories after stories about his daughter, eyes lighting up as he talked about her hobbies, her stories, and the things she loved doing.

daichi hates having to work late shifts at the precinct because it means he often doesn't get to tuck his daughter in. but every evening, even if she's already asleep, he makes sure to come in, fix her blanket, and give her a kiss on the forehead.

one evening though, he comes in after a long, late night shift to find her still awake, reading a book using the light of her little night light.

"sweetheart.. it's so late, why are you still up?"

"i wanted to wait for you, dada. mama... mama said you'd be home late. 'm sorry for staying up..."

daichi felt himself actually melt. "no, no, it's okay. it's all good. that's very sweet of you, darling. does mama know you're awake?"

she looked down, clearly ashamed. "n-no... it was supposed to be a surprise.."

daichi slowly sat down on her bed, gently pulling her into his arms. "aww, sweetheart.. it's okay. i think it's a very, very sweet surprise. you just made daddy's day," he started, stroking her hair tenderly. "but we don't lie to mama, okay? and we also don't read books with this little light on. it hurts your eyes."

she nodded, fully burying her face in his chest. "mmkay, dada. 'm sleepy now... i love you.." "i love you more. goodnight."

sure, he'd always had experience being a leader and captain, and his everyday job was to protect those around him. but every day with you and his daughter taught him something new, and every day he'd swear to do everything he could to keep his two girls happy.

[emmyrosee]

PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE

[emmyrosee]

hey Emmy! I'm in need for some wholesome maesi and reina content so badddd 😭 (whenever ur ready ofc)

I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR REINA IN SO LONG-

also full house has been all over my fyp and yall know i don’t have original ideas

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it’s not often that the alumni from shiratorizawa are able to get together.

locations determine everything, keeping them apart, times and schedules being merciless towards the group of three who just want to hang out.

but tendou had something come up. then semi’s plans changed. then tendou’s whole world flipped. then ushijima had to do an event abroad.

it’s the first time in a long time that the three of them saw each other.

so the last lunch they’re having together is a little more somber than they had originally wanted.

until a small girl, features like ushijima’s rounds the corner into the kitchen and up to the table.

“hi daddy,” she says, before immediately turning her attention to tendou, “hi uncle satori-“ a cute, albeit very intentionally so, smile spreads across reina’s face, standing up a little bit straighter before blinking cute puppy eyes at the other end of the table- “hi uncle eita,” she says, and semi can’t help but laugh at the young girl. she’s dressed up, far more than necessary, with a big bow on her shirt and pastel pink shorts underneath. frilly socks adorn her legs and her tiny feet are secured in oddly pristine shoes.

probably the outfit tendou bought with her, yesterday.

semi shakes his head slightly in disbelief for her attempts, “hi, squirt.”

“aren’t i pretty!” she asks, giving him a twirl.

“very pretty, reina.”

once again, her lashes bat, tiny hands hooking on the edge of the table, “uncle eita?”

“yes, reina?” he chuckles.

“i would like very much to go to the park, please.”

semi flashes his gaze up towards tendou, who whistles in faux nonchalance. ushijima’s eyes flick to semi, and the corners of his lips perk up into a smirk.

“reina,” semi begins with a clearance of his throat to fight back laughter, “i’m already taking you to the park.”

the young girl freezes, head whipping to face her uncle satori, going fast enough to turn her whole body towards him. tendou dramatically looks over his shoulder at semi, who finally chokes out a laugh. “tomorrow,” tendou whispers. “park tomorrow.”

“oh!” she smacks her tiny lips together, “uhm, uncle eita?”

“yes?” he snickers.

“tomorrow,” she says, fingers now fiddling with the bow on her shirt. “go tomorrow.”

everyone in that room, knows semi is leaving tomorrow. they’ve all been dreading it, trying to convince him to stay an extra day, but it seems to no avail.

until now, of course.

they might stand a chance.

semi leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing tendou from across the table. “playing dirty here, dude.”

ushijima clears his throat, “if you love your niece you’ll do it.”

tendou lets out an ugly snort, hands coming up to cover his face in disbelief. semi’s jaw slacks, brows flying to his hairline at the audacity of his friend. “what the hell man!”

ushijima’s eyes flick up at the ceiling in his own type of casual, lips tucking against his coffee cup to take a sip. at everyone’s reaction, reina throws in her own string of giggles.

semi tips his head back, a deep inhale of composure to try and address this like an adult- unlike his two friends- and he pokes his tongue into his cheek as he tries to figure out a way to change his ticket home.

what’s one more day?

“alright reina,” semi says, but his eyes look between his friends, gratefulness in his gaze.

“i can go with you tomorrow.”

ushijima nods in acceptance, victory in his rested features.

tendou high fives the small child, who doesn’t quite understand what just happens but now gets two days in a row at the park.

[emmyrosee]

"hi my love, i'm on stream, so-"

"good."

your hiss is short, blunt, and it makes kenma's eyes bulge out of his skull in fear. he had his phone on speaker, assuming you would want to say hi to his viewers- apparently, he was wrong- and he looks at the scrolling chat in shock, as if trying to make sure that the way you're speaking to him really just happened. he pauses before clearing his throat, "uh... i think this might be something we should discuss off stream-"

"no," you snap. "i want the whole fanbase to hear this. everyone deserves an answer."

kenma feels his heartrate spike, blinking and gnawing his lip anxiously. his knee starts to bounce, your scold making him pout slightly because he didn't do anything wrong for once.

"what's going on?" he asks, helplessly.

you take a deep breath in. kenma watches his chat flow with comments, some comments comforting and others joining his confusion- there's another part of his comments that tell him how hot you sound angry, but his moderators will take care of them.

he hears you sigh in annoyance, "so i just wanna know, husband-" your word is laced with venom, and he shudders at the sound of it slipping from your mouth.

"-why the fuck your mii 'happy' to be married to my mii, and my mii thinks your mii is her soulmate?"

kenma can't help but snort, hand flying to his face to hide his amusement from you. immediately, the chat changes from discourse to laughter, emoji's and "LMAOOO"'s scrolling through in hoards.

he hears you huff a laugh, but you try to contain yourself to continue the bit, "like what is up with that? if we can't have stability in tomodachi life, how am i supposed to trust you in real life? i literally made you to perfection and you still don't want me, so..."

kenma's mouth opens and closes, trying to formulate words as his mind swirls with so much relief and endearment for you. he shrugs, "well clearly my mii lost his mind, so-"

"no, because why are you just 'happy' to be with me?" you ask, boredom and disinterest in his tone. "like what could she not be giving you?"

kenma pokes his tongue in his cheek, blushing at the fact that you, his wife, are so in love with him, you berate him on live internet about a counterpart he didn't even know existed. he swings back and forth in his chair as you scold him further.

"if your mii doesn't straighten out, i'm making shoyo fall in love with me," you threaten.

his face grows serious, "no... wait, no, i'll talk to him, do not go marry shoyo, i cannot compete with him-"

"then fix it," you growl. then, you huff, "i love you, dick head."

"i love you too, goddess," he assures.

you hang up the phone, and kenma slowly turns back to his stream. "no one saw anything," he commands. "that didn't just happen..."

his stream reminds him of all the clips they just took, teasing him for being in love with his wife so disgustingly. "whatever, you guys are just jealous, let's just get back in it-"

it didn't take long for kenma to be interrupted once again, this time by hinata shoyo making a post that made him thunk his head on the mic, little laughs breaking up the pause menu music.

hinata_msby21 @/gamerkdzkn heard your missus isn't jazzed with your mii right now.... @/gamerkdzknswife my mii's got flowers with your name on them 😉

"SHOYO STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"

[emmyrosee]

tw // suggestive FOR THE SAKE OF COMEDY no actual smut described, reader discretion IS advised

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your jaw slacks as you enter your apartment, the air crisp with cleanliness and the scent of lavender in the air. it’s late, later than you anticipated being home, and while you’d been completely prepared to come home and scrub the whole house clean, shock fills your body.

the house is clean.

why is the house clean?

toeing off your shoes, you gasp in disbelief at the sight of all the shoes stacked nicely, unlike the puddle of shoes you’d seen this afternoon when you left.

and… is… is the shoe organizer dusted?!

“ah, you’re home.”

your head whips to keisuke as he makes his way to greet you, smiling innocently at you as if he hasn’t just relieved you of the biggest burden you’ve ever faced in the years of dating him. he presses a kiss to your cheek, “sorry about the strong smell, i was trying to air it out-“

“what’s going on?” you whisper.

he reels back slightly, “what do you mean?”

“you… what did you do?”

he quirks a brow at you in confusion, “uh… i scrubbed the floors?” his answer is posed more as a question, almost confused for your shock. “i just had to grab some more of that cleanser stuff since we were almost out, and i wanted to make sure i had enough, so i got a late start-“

you grab his shirt to steady yourself, “you bought floor cleaner?!”

“…yeah, i needed to clean the floors…”

keisuke cleaned.

not even just cleaned, he scrubbed the floors.

he dusted.

he organized.

you take a deep breath to steady yourself, not ready to wake up from this dream.

“i could jump your bones right now," you rasp, making his eyes bulge from his skull.

"HAAH?"

"you cleaned the house?" you whimper, blinking wide eyes up at your boyfriend. "like? the whole house?"

"yeah?" his brow quirks as you melt against his chest, blinking up in adoration for the man above you. “was i not supposed to?”

your heart races and you practically feel your pupils forming tiny hearts as you gaze, “keisuke, you can clean this house any time you’d like, trust me.”

he’s still confused, you see it in his face.

but can tell he’s feeling proud of himself at your praise.

“well, when you told me you’d be home late, i figured i’d get on it,” he says, cheeks curling into a small smile. “i did the dishes, scrubbed the counters, wiped down the windows and mirrors…” he wiggles his brows at you, understanding the pure and utter joy this is bringing you. “i even cleaned the shower drain.”

“YOU CLEANED THE-“ your words cut off as you become rigid in his arms, eyes fluttering and jaw slacking in complete enamor. he laughs, tugging you in closer to embrace you in a hug.

“it was mostly my hair anyways,” he defends.

“oh keisuke!” you wail, beaming up at him as your arms loop around his neck. “kiss me!”

he laughs, turning his head to capture you in a kiss. you deepen it, barely able to keep your excitement contained at the realization that baji keisuke cleaned the house so you wouldn’t have to.

“i love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“i’m literally about to rock your world,” you assure.

his head throws back as he laughs, your lips pressing sticky kisses along his neck. he squeezes your hips, “easy there. why don’t you get into your pajamas, i’ll get you some tea?”

you need to marry this man.

tonight.

"take your pants off," you purr.

“HAAH?”

once again, keisuke's eyes nearly pop out of his skull, cackling in shock as your hands immediately dart to his belt.

[emmyrosee]

What do you think about kiyoomis dub voice

uhm!!!!

i think it suits kenma great!!!

[emmyrosee]

i miss him a disgusting amount… he’s all i think about dude

(i’m talking about sakusa kiyoomi)

[megacarapa]

RUFFLING HIM RUFFLING HIM RUFFLING HIM

[emmyrosee]

suna and reader goofing and being romantic all day with teenager akito in the first class seat to this spectacle then blurting out he has to have a gf like his mom.

i changed this just a lil PLS FORGIVE MEEEEE

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the fruity juices stick to your fingers as you chop the sweet strawberries for your twins, akito sitting at the island behind you with his lips sipping through the lip of his cup and thumb scrolling on his phone.

you hum softly to yourself, no tune in particular, as the peacefulness of morning swirls around you and your son.

mornings usually are just you and akito, rintaro joining once he’s out of the shower, your three other children relishing in the last moments of sleep before your husband goes in to drag them out.

“what’s your practice schedule this week?” you ask over your shoulder.

“tuesday, wednesday, friday,” akito answers. “i think i can hitch a ride with osamu on wednesday, though.”

you chuckle, “i forget he’s on your team- i always think about uncle osamu when you say that.”

akito huffs a laugh, “uncle osamu can pick me up from practice, but he better bring me a bento.”

“now you sound like your dad-“

“what about it?” a new voice purrs. arms wrap around your waist and theatrically sway you back and forth. you can’t help but squeal, melting into the dramatic embrace and letting rintaro playfully manhandle you. sticky lips press to your neck, loud smooches from his mouth being pressed to the sensitive area under your ear that only he knows about. “rinnie!” you giggle, batting him away playfully. “i’m trying to make breakfast!”

his nose presses to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and he takes deep, noisy inhale against your skin. “i need my wifey fix. don’t interrupt me, or i’ll double it.”

“fine,” you titter.

behind you, akito says nothing, though you assume that he’s used it your displays of affection with your husband. you snicker, “akito is probably so grossed out.”

he hums in thought.

you and rintaro look over your shoulders to face him, blinking at him curiously.

“eh” he begins. “kinda just makes me excited for my future,” he says. “i watch dad live in your skin every day; i can’t wait to do that with my wife someday.”

tears swell in your waterline, lips curling into a wobbly smile as you lean your head back against rintaro. he squeezes you tighter, and you rest your nuzzle against his chest.

“that’s my boy,” rintaro hums, now pressing a kiss to your temple. “marrying your mom was the best decision i ever made… and i’ve begged the universe for you and your sisters to have the comfort to openly love whoever you marry as much as i love her.”

“disgusting,” you sniffle, burying your face in his chest, officially letting your tears flow in a stream down your hot cheeks.

and you fully expected akito to share the same sentiment as you, groaning in agony at the way you and your husband babble in adoration for each other.

but instead, your son chuckles.

“that’s the plan, dad.”

[emmyrosee]

guys my cafe burnt my croissant this is going to be a long day

[emmyrosee]

yo anyone miss osamu miya or smth 🤨

[emmyrosee]

“dadda? dadda?”

“maesi, let daddy sleep-“

“dadda?”

flopped onto the couch, you hear kenma groan at the interruption, face burying deeper into the cushions. kenma doesn’t get much sleep when maesi is around. spending his nights streaming and his days in business meetings and marketing strategies run him fairly dry, and your poor husband can’t always catch the breaks he needs and deserves.

and judging by the way maesi is patting his shoulder, it seems that the struggle will continue.

“maesi,” you say softly. “what is it?”

“dadda,” she ignores you. “apple.”

“what about the apple, sweetheart?” you ask, reaching your hand out to try and find the source of the problem. “would you like it cut up?”

“no,” your two year old denies, continuing to tap kenma on the arm. “dadda dood it.”

“no, mumma will do it-“

“what do you need daddy to do?” kenma asks, yawning softly. maesi squeals excitedly and stomps her tiny feet, the slippers she’s wearing muffling some of the joy she’s experiencing. he turns his head, blinking sleepily at his child before smiling softly at her zealousness. “what’s up, muffin?”

“dadda,” she repeats. “dadda, noisinus.”

kenma buries his face into the cushions and lets out a string of laughter, shoulders shaking as he understands what his child is asking for. a weak hand extends out for the apple, fingers beckoning for it. maesi giggles and passes her father the apple, both of them not even a little phased by your confusion.

kenma takes a bite of the apple, the soft crunch of his teeth sinking into the fruit making your head tip in intrigue. he’s not cutting it for her?

kenma chews for a moment, looking up to the sky in thought before passing the apple back to his daughter, “not poisonous.”

you snort and shake your head softly.

“tanks, dadda!” she says, tiny feet toddling to the other corner of the room, filled with toys and books for her to keep occupied with.

you plop yourself onto the couch next to kenma, laughing softly as he creeps his way into your lap. “poison?”

“you remember when i stole a bite of her lunch and she got mad at me?”

“yeah?”

“well-“ kenma yawns softly before smacking his lips. “i told her i had to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. now, before she eats anything, she makes me take a bite.”

you shake your head, “so everything she eats, you take a bite of?”

“except her mini muffins,” he chimes. “she’s too protective over those.”

[emmyrosee]

“i CaNt BeLiEvE yOu WrIte-“ some of yall were not here for my ahs/michael langdon era and it shows

[tyga-lily]

dropping EVERYTHING so you all can see the BEAUTY that @fittsysart drew for me!!! 🥹💕 i've been staring at it for AGES, i think it's so so beautifully done! thank you Fittsy! both for this jaw-dropping art and for being such a sweet friend to me~

[fittsysart]

Watch the Timelapse here!

[emmyrosee]

WAIT THIS IS SO STUNNING

[emmyrosee]

based on a convo in obey me 🤭

tw // spoilers for one of the text convos with lucifer, mentions of liquor and hangovers, author hates canon, ooc but idc

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“good morning, sunshine!”

the entire bed shifts as a sudden weight is launched on top of it, rocking the mattress roughly. lucifer snarls at the interruption of sleep, rolling onto his side to shun the excitement out. you shift the bed more. peeling his eyes open, the sunshine blinds lucifer’s eyes, bloodshot and groggy the more he tries to blink open. he winces, then scowls, then sighs exhaustedly at you, “it almost couldve been.”

you scoff and make your way to straddle his hip, smirking as he groans and coaxes himself onto his back for you to sit comfortably. you cross your arms over your chest and you tip your head in faux sympathy, “someone a little hung over?”

huh?

he opens one of his eyes to flick up at you, “what?”

you smile, “you and diavolo had a little competition last night, didn’t you?”

“that’s none of your concern,” he growls. you see his cheeks flare in a flush, embarrassment for creating such a silly game. he was a fool, overzealous in a moments peace with the young lord to indulge in some fine liquor, and now he pays the price.

this whole “fun” thing is too damn exhausting.

you click your tongue, “well i’m glad you were able to let loose for a night,” you hum, reaching to pinch his cheek. “you deserve it.”

“you know what else i deserve? peace and quiet.” he lightly swats your hand away.

you giggle, “relax, loverboy, i’ll let you sleep.”

your audacity is commendable, he’ll give you that.

annoyance bubbles through him as he grabs you, relishing in the yelp you let out as he flips you both over (he’s desperate to ignore the nausea that swirls his head at the intense movement). pinned beneath him, you blink up excitedly, and lucifer longs to kiss it clean from your features. “you will watch your mouth, or i will make you.”

you giggle, “you really don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”

“no, i was drinking to forget your insolence-“

“you told me you loved me.”

lucifer freezes. he feels heat swirl his chest and face, eyes widening and mind going completely blank for your words. “…what?”

you grin proudly. “you love me.”

he says nothing. his mouth, closed into a straight line, shrinks slightly in mortification. his eyes blink, stunned by your words, and if he didn’t feel ill before, the churn in his stomach only amplifies the sense of nauseous dread.

“tell you what,” you hum. “you give me that kiss i’ve been waiting on, and this stays between us. cool?”

“i will not allow you to blackmail me,” he hisses.

“oh, my dear,” you purr, chuckling softly as his hands tighten around your wrist. “it’s not blackmail when i know you want to.”

he sighs shakily and slowly crawls off of you, eager to let his head hit the pillow and forget everything he’s ever done in his existence. he lays on the bed next to you, “i don’t care what you do. just let me rest.”

there’s a beat of silence.

his whole body breaks out into a shiver as he feels fingers gently carding his hair, head whipping to face you at your audacity.

but he can’t help but melt when he sees your loving expression facing back at him.

“you don’t feel good,” you remind him and no, he most certainly does not. “let me be here with you. even scary big brothers deserve to be taken care of sometimes.”

he pauses.

“as i said, i don’t care what you do.” his head lays back down, this time to face you, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers brush the dark locks of hair out of his face. he feels the bed shift slightly, assuming you’ve now taken your place to lay next to him in his luxurious bed.

where you belong.

[emmyrosee]

sometimes i have free will and remember i can play tomodachi life and do this

tw//self shippy??? kinda??? idk don’t look at this lol