#'you know that feeling right before you sneeze? its kinda close to that' was such an interesting way of describing it

[millin21]

Finished watching Nimona a second time.

..... Ah... It did make me cry. Less of an "oh I am sobbing my eyes out" and more of a "there are tears on my face and they came in a subtle way I cannot pinpoint."

[second-axis-point]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request a

Joel Miller x Male werewolf reader: reader lives beyond any of the safe zones seeing are zombies are the least of his concerns, more afraid of human and what they would do to him. Cage him? Experiment on him? Specially if they knew he was amun to the virus! Maybe skin him for his fur to make winter clothes specially if the knew he could regenerate! Human greed a terrifying thing.

Reader saves Joel from a group of Zombies in his werewolf form before running off afraid of Joel. This big scary werewolf afraid of tiny human! Maybe they meet again only reader is in his human form? Maybe they've come across eachother before in human form? Maybe Joel has seen the werewolf but at a distance never so close that if he reached out he could touch it? (Kinda beauty and the beast trope?)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood an injury

Content: Werewolf!Reader, Gentle!Joel

Absolutely LOVED writing this, it was such a cool concept. Thanks for the request!! 💚

Wolf In Disguise

You had just escaped the FEDRA cells. They had locked you up, preparing to experiment on you. You had lost control and ripped your way out. You killed quite a few people on the way out. You didn’t mean to, really. You ran as far away from that god forsaken place as your legs would possibly carry you. After your third night of trotting through the forest, you found a good spot to rest. You were tired and ready to sleep for at least a month. You closed your eyes but didn’t keep them closed for long. You heard someone struggling just over the hill. You wondered if FEDRA had found you for a moment but decided to check it out anyway.

—

Joel was trudging through the forest, a sour expression on his face. The trade went wrong and he was left with nothing. He was too distracted to notice the pack of runners that was heading straight for him. He realised too late. One of them charged him, knocking him off his feet and scratching at his face. This was it. He was done for. He fought as hard as he could before he heard heavy footsteps nearing. He thought it was someone coming to help but they sounded…off. They were moving too quickly. He didn’t have time to think about it before a huge shadow of a creature knocked the runner off his chest. He took a deep breath in before propping himself up carefully.

Joel looked over at the shadow as it ripped the runners apart right in front of him. He thought it was going to come after him next but instead it stood still as it looked down at him. He studied for a moment. It looked like a giant wolf with soft-looking black, grey, and blondish fur. It had gnarly sharp teeth and bright amber eyes. It looked as if it was cowering away from him. Joel fully stood up, looking at the creature. He put his hand out for some reason, retracting it when the wolf creature jumped back. He saw a small gash on the right hind leg of the creature.

“It’s okay, big guy. Take it easy. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

Joel said in a soft voice, trying to calm the creature. He didn’t know why, but he felt as if he'd seen this creature before. He took a step closer and put his hand out again. The creature flattens its ears and takes a step back, squinting its eyes. Joel stilled.

“It's okay. It’s okay.”

Joel says softly once again. He waits to see if the creature will walk up to him. He feels a tickle in his nose and barely has time to stifle the sneeze that shoots out of him. The creature jumps and flees quickly. Joel barely saw as it disappeared over the hill. He sighed before looking down at the mauled runners around him. He noticed a trail that the beast left in the mud. He really should be getting back to the QZ but the things that just went down made him want to seek out the creature.

—

You run as fast as you can, not wanting the rugged man to recognise you. You don’t know if he was FEDRA or not but you didn’t want to stay and find out. You ran until you felt your legs start to ache. You sat up against a tree, taking a breath. You finally allowed yourself to rest for a while. You sat there for a few minutes. You wanted to get up and keep moving but you didn’t have anywhere to go. You look down at your aching leg, noticing that there was a large gash in your calf. You swore quietly. It would be gone in a few hours but it still stung pretty bad. You looked back in the direction you came in and saw a small trail of blood. You hoped that the man that you saved didn’t follow it, being too tired to keep moving. You closed your eyes and rested your head back against the tree trunk. You fell asleep quickly.

—

Joel followed the trail that the creature left. He knew he’d probably never find it again but he was curious enough to keep going. He continued until the mud trail turned to blood. He started to feel a pang of worry. Maybe the creature had been hurt. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice that the trail had ended right in front of him. He looked down to see a familiar man sleeping against a tree. He had a large gash on his right leg. The gears in Joel’s brain started to turn. Was this man the creature he just saw? He leaned down to inspect the injury quietly. It wasn’t a bite. That calmed Joel down a slight bit. At least the man wasn’t infected. Joel reached up to gently shake the man’s shoulder.

—

Your eyes snapped open. You jumped back in fear, feeling a warm hand clasp around your shoulder. You prepared to run. You looked at the perpetrator. You saw the rugged man that you had saved a few hours ago looking up at you with a worried expression.

“It’s alright, partner. I’m not gonna hurt you. Are you alright?”

You stay quiet for a moment, wondering why this man was being so nice. He had followed a trail that had to be at least two miles long just to check if you were okay. You looked at him, confused.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

You say, hiding your injury slightly.

“Who are you? Why did you follow me?”

You ask. Your voice was raw and cracked. You hadn’t had water in at least a few days.

“My name is Joel. I followed you cause you saved my sorry ass from that pack of runners a while ago.”

You froze. He knew you were the wolf.

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

You tried to lie.

“You have the same mark on your leg. I’m not here to hurt you, you don’t gotta lie.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“You gonna take me back to FEDRA?”

You ask, suspicious of the man in front of you.

“FEDRA? They captured you?”

He looked confused.

“Of course they did. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t work with those assholes anymore.”

He replied. He took his pack off and reached in, causing you to jump back. He slowly took out a bottle of water before tossing it to you.

“Sounds like you haven't had any water for a while.”

Joel sits down on the ground, offering a truce. You cautiously sit down a few feet away from him and drink the water. He tosses you half a sandwich but it lands a foot short. You wait a moment before snatching it off the ground and unwrapping it. You ate it quickly and brushed off your hands. Joel quietly asked you a few questions about yourself, leaving the wolf part out. You answered truthfully before looking up at him.

“So are you going to sit over there and pretend not to be curious about the wolf thing?”

You ask, trying to keep the mood light. Joel stifles a laugh before nodding.

“I didn’t know if it was a touchy topic or not.”

He admitted. He carefully asked a few questions about the wolf thing and you once again answered honestly. He went quiet for a moment before looking over at you.

“Is there any way you could safely show me?”

You barely knew this man. You shouldn’t feel as comfortable as you do around him. But you took a moment to think before nodding your head. You turn, just as you had easily done thousands of times. You look at him with those ember eyes before sitting down and curling your tail around your injured leg. You watched as Joel carefully got up, his hand held out cautiously. You sit and wait for him to approach you. He carefully reached out and put his hand on your snout. He smiled brightly as you leaned up to sniff his hand. He put his palm flat on the top of your head, scratching at your ears lightly.

“Jeez, you’re like a big dog, aren’t you.”

His smile widened as you bumped your head against his hand. You watched patiently as he slowly walked all the way around you, admiring your sleek features. He took a seat in front of you and leaned to look at your injured leg.

“That doesn't look too good. There any way you’d let me patch that up for you?”

You thought for a moment before getting up and trotting closer. You sat back down in front of him and showed your wound. He smiled and reached into his pack again, pulling out bandages. He wrapped your leg tightly and sat back.

“Hopefully that’ll hold.”

He said before standing.

“I should probably be going. It was good to meet you.”

He started walking before he stopped and turned.

“And, uh. Thanks for saving me.”

He said before turning and walking away. You got up and watched as he walked. You felt sort of lonely now. He was the only kind person you had met in a long time and now he was leaving. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned his head. He looked around before sighing heavily. He patted his leg and whistled.

“Here boy.”

You happily ran after him, trotting by his side as the two of you continued down the road.

“So is it easier to be like this or…? It seems like you're happier like this.”

He asked before looking down at you. You walk happily by his side, showing him that it was easier and you were happier as you were. Joel talked to you as the two of you walked, telling you about himself. You continued to trot next to him as you listened. You were happy that you finally found someone to be yourself with.

(I’d be happy to write a part two if anyone asks 😉)

[forthechubbies]

Boys!

Svt ! StepBrothers! X Chubby! Reader

Look what I made...I kinda want this as a series, so if you like it, tell me.

Their everywhere. Honestly, this may be your personal hell. Around every corner reeked of testosterone...and to make matters worse...They're your stepbrothers.

Yep, Your mother remarried and abandoned you to lay up on some beach while your new "Big strong Brothers protect you."

Please, They couldn't protect themselves from the common cold.

Your face formed a look of disgust, watching one sneeze, then proceed to use his sleeve as a napkin. You scoffed, having seen more than enough; you closed the only barrier you had—your door.

"Stop, you'll make me fucking drop it!" An ear-blasting boom rocked your door, startling a loud squeak of you and a thump from you falling.

Silence

" Aye! Stop Cursing, You little-!"

A new voice arrived just to be hushed. Why can you feel their stare through the door? Surely, They know you're here..right?..right!?

A loud banging on your door was a horrifying way to your question.

"Yah! Chan, If this is where you've been hiding and not help clean, you're dead!"

If this whole scenario isn't scary enough, you forgot to lock the door..

Oh, God. You threw your body against them as you assume he tried to brute force his way-You was doing pretty well until round two-

A light pause held its own with soft chatter in Korean, but this voice was husky and ragged, like he had just woken up.

"Chan.." You shivered at the chill in his voice. "Come out.." He allowed a few minutes of silence pass by before that short temper of his- " Aye! Come out before I drag you out!"

Round two, You lost from the very beginning; How!? Why!? Is he so strong?!

You gasped at him, wedging his forearm in-between door to grab your wrist, snatching you in front of him.

His eyes widen, snapping to your nightgown and then back to your face.

" Who are you?" His thick brows frowned but in a sense of wonder.

[the-black-reaperarc]

I like the idea of Kakuja/Half-Kakuja play fighting.

[Not strictly Kakuja/Half-Kakuja, started like that tho]

This entire idea happened because of a cute dream of Centipede and T-Owl getting caught play fighting on camera or something.

Opinions? (Ask abt the dream, I have it written down!!)

[] I will be referring to Centipede as they/them.

Headcanon: Agender/Genderfluid, they/them and it/its but he/him is okay sometimes, she/her is good, more often, as well.

(This is mostly a 'Sasako needs more attention' thing, cause they kinda just glazed over how good Haise was at it. So I have a feeling they crossdressed/dressed femininely prior to that) []

Dream goes as this:

Someone is watching through a camera or something.

Centipede is sitting on top of a tower of some kind, it has a large square and flat top and it's all white. The towers isn't outside, it's inside of like a circle of some kind. There are other towers that line the walls just like it, in a circle, with a spiral staircase in the center with walkways leading to the square towers.

(I think this might be Coaclea, but I'm unsure; I've only seen the anime and that was 2-4 years ago.)

Their tails/rinkaku kakuja are kinda sprawled out behind them. They are clearly looking down at something, watching.

When T-Owl comes up over the edge behind them, very sneakily. He wanders close enough to Centipede finally, before gently (though at the beginning they didn't know that) biting one of their tails, making a noise similar to a puppy trying to play.

Centipede flips around, clearly caught off-guard, while hopping up into a mildly defensive pose. They are crouched down, on all fours, watching T-Owl.

[]

(Truly both are on all fours, I'm a sucker for quadrobics)

[alt. text to be added, you can ask if you want to do it.]

T-Owl chirps/sneezes.

Centipede does it back, before tackling T-Owl.

They duke it out in a similar way to both cats and dogs. Occasionally bitting each other, not aggressively or sexually but playfully.

Just nipping at each other.

Just playing together. The CCG won't admit this.

Until, accidentally, T-Owl bites them too hard and ends up actually hurting them. While it heals almost instantly, Centipede still yipes and leaps away from T-Owl.

T-Owl, recognizing what he did, purrs as he gets closer to Centipede. To any outsider this would look like T-Owl is trying to lure them into a false sense of security, but to other ghouls/half-ghouls he's clearly apologizing. Saying "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." purely by action.

T-Owl gets closer to them before nuzzling into their jaw with his beak, quietly chirping to them until they chirp back. Both recognizing his apology and their exception of that apology.

Centipede purrs.

T-Owl purrs.

They just sit there for a minute, calming each other down. Just affectionately chewing on each other. (Like dogs and T-Rexes, called craniofacial biting)

-Until an incredibly high-pitched and loud alarm goes off and spooks them both.

[] End of dream.

Just for reference, the art was found at;

Top left is by ArtStation found through Pinterest

Top right is by idk, someone please tell me

Bottom left is by Tobias Kean found through Pinterest

Bottom middle is MER on Tumblr

Bottom right is by Rara G. on Pinterest

[hexsta]

"i feel worse when i dont do it like my insides are itchy you know that second before you sneeze? That's close to it then i shapeshift and im free"

So this quote right? A lot of people see this as trans allegory quote and completly valid (my friend had to explain to me why but that's not important) but i kinda see this as... Self harm allegory of sorts? Like the way she explains the feeling before the shapeshifting and the feeling after it feels to me how a lot of people explain the feeling before and after self harm the itchy feeling to do so and the feeling of freedom and possibly Control you have after and its very much possible im overthinking it but yeah

[fumikomiyasaki]

"I'll make you some soup, okay?" - Leroy/ Shu - He learned how to Cook form Hoshi so

"Hey, you kinda passed out on me. Are you alright?" Hoshi/Flynn

Caring starters

After being rescued last time from the trouble he got in, Leroy came back scratched, bruised and a little sick with a cold cause of all the running.

But what was worse to him and emberassed him to the point of redness right now... was that he confessed his feelings to Shu over that text message and doesn't know how to handle the situation now.

He saw him walk in with a smile and look over his wounds.

"Guess you still sneeze a lot..."

"Its at least better than my throat... it hurts."

"I'll make you some Soup, okay?"

Getting him distracted Leroy pulled himself warm into his blanket, looking almost like a life Size Sushi roll hidding the redness in his face.

"God what am I doing... why did I have to mention it?"

He noticed a nice and warm smell getting close, sitting up to look at the soup... smiling at Shu to show his gratitude...

"Thanks for taking care of me... I appreciate it."

"I wish you wouldn't have gotten into trouble before, Uparupa... but I am glad to see you well... oh I forgot something. "

As Leroy was about to pick up the spoon he was caught on guard feeling a warmth on his forehead just to see Shu kissing it.... his face and the tips of his hair and tail growing majorly red.

"W-what?"

"You said you loved me right? I wanted to give you some of that love back... guess that makes us official."

"So you..."

"I love you too."

And with this Leroy couldn't calm down anymore, the spoon in his hand shook nervous and it was like his whole body went red... Shu noticed be needed to calm down and left the room with a smile.

He rubbed his head... everything unclear untill he saw a familiar face.... Hoshi looked at him slowly opening his eyes to notice a bandage around his head.

"Hey, you kinda passed out on me. Are you alright?"

"Of course my dear Iolite but I can't recall passing out..."

"Oh then..nevermind... anyways after you did you hit your head against the end of your bed frame and so I tried to treat you as best as I could."

"That explains the bandage... guess someone else has to carry the show if I have to wear this the whole time till it recovered... unfortunate. "

"Flynn... I will do my best to get some people to heal it.. maybe you can-"

"No it's fine... I am glad to spend more time with you even like this, my dearest Iolite... it will be fine."

Hoshi sat down and pulled him close into a embrace... for now this was fine enough.

[prrism]

Your fic of taking care of little techno was so cute, can you do one where the reader turns into a child and techno and phil have to take care of them?

Thanks, it always gives me the happy chemicals knowing someone liked something I wrote 😊 Sorry this took so long, been busy lately, fingers crossed this one turns out well

(Side note: this turned out to be a lot longer then I thought)

Tiny Problem

Summary: Oh how the tables have turned. Traveling through the Nether after a little cave expedition you find the world looking a lot bigger then you remember… wait what do you remember? Oh well, at least you have these two very friendly gentlemen here to help take care of you so it’s all fine… right?

Characters: Phil x Reader x Techno (feat. Ranboo)

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

It was just a little cave exploring, that’s all you wanted to do and for the most part it was fine. The large caverns sporting its own plant life was beautiful yet mysterious. Of course even with the beauty surrounding you, you remained vigilant knowing if you let yourself get too distracted mobs could sneak up on you. Finally having enough for today you begin making your way back out of the cave, or you would’ve if you hadn’t tripped on an overgrown vine and face planted into a patch of blueish-green moss, spores within the moss puffing up all around you. You look at your spore covered hand, it kinda looked like snow, you shake yourself off, dusting off as much of the spores as you could before continuing. There’s an odd ringing that fills your ears as you make your way out, figuring it was due to knocking your head on the ground you try to hurry home as fast as possible finding the journey out of the cave a little longer then it took you to get in.

Remembering the fastest way home was through the Nether you dawn some golden armour to avoid any conflict that may arise with the inhabitants, although your armour felt a little bigger then usual… probably just your imagination. Once you located the portal you step inside and properly start your journey home with a sneeze…………

Wait, where were you? Which way was home? Why did everything have to be so big and scary looking? And what was the big, shiny, heavy metal thing weighing down your body? You slip out of the object weighing you down and waddle your way forward unsure of where you were or where to go. There was a however a path made of stone, maybe if you follow that you’ll find your way home and get to have a yummy snack once you do. As you’re walking you look around at your scary surroundings, it was really hot where you were and the large, floating white creatures making eerie sounds didn’t help you feel any better. You didn’t like being alone, it was just too scary with no one there to hide behind, but you brighten up when you see a figure walking along the path. You couldn’t tell why but you felt like you could go over and trust whoever the stranger was for help, so you hurry as fast as your little legs can carry you over to the person you see, only to stop when a pig person about your height stands in your way. You two stare at each other for a moment, the pig child snorts in your face and shoves you over, the let out a squeal like laugh making you huff at them and shove them back in retaliation. A louder, angrier huff sounds behind you and you stare at a larger version of the pig child, their dark armour and shining sword make you cower.

As if some odd second instinct kicks in you move out of the way of them when they swing at you, screeching in terror and making a run for it. You can feel the tears slip down your cheeks as you cry and run in fear, you still didn’t know where you were and now several of the scary pig people were chasing you. You trip over your own feet and stare up at the scary pig people as they close in around you, then a loud growling sound is heard making some of them all tense up before the figure you saw earlier, or you assume it’s the same one, charges in and quickly defeats two of the pig people in one hit, the rest quickly hurrying away. Your saviour turns towards you and you can’t help but feel like you knew them somehow, you hear him groan in displeasure.

"Great, just great, it really is them… no, I never said… chat, chat please, I get it, stop… I wasn’t going to, how dare you doubt me." He was talking to himself now, you found it kinda amusing, looking up at him with big curious eyes and a small giggle, effectively regaining his attention. "Oh boy, uhhh, I guess you don’t really recognize me right now, but it’s me, Techno. You’re one of the few I can trust enough to be considered a friend, and that’s saying a lot coming from me." Techno greets awkwardly, you just tilt your head at him and let out a cooing sound. "Right let’s get you out of here and see if Phil can help." He mumbles, picking you up by the collar of your shirt, you dangle in his grasp staring at him, he was being so nice to you compared to those pig people, although he kinda looked like them too, just more human. He stares back at you and you put on a big, close eyed smile for him, he proceeds to hold you out at arms length and look away from you. "No, nope. This isn’t adorable, my heart is not melting over that smile or anything, not at all." He says quickly before finally walking towards the glowing doorway you could see in the distance.

Once you exited the portal you’re greeted to a cold wind, making you shiver and snuggle as close to Techno as possible, he lets out a small "heh!?" in confusion before getting the picture and with a "reluctant" sigh tightens his grip around you. It’s a bit of a walk but soon enough you see buildings appear in the distance.

"Hello Techno-sensei, whatcha got there?" You peek up at the strange black and white man, he also looked very familiar so you wave to him. "Baby! Oh, hello little one, what’s your name?" He coos at you.

"Ranboo, don’t you recognize them?" Techno asks, Ranboo stares at you long and hard before shaking his head. Techno let’s out a sigh. "This is (y/n), they were turned into a child."

"Wait, seriously! I guess, now that you mention it they do look like a small version them." He leans in closer to you and you reach out, placing your hands on his cheeks with a giggle, you swear his eyes sparkled and became hearts.

"Have you seen Phil anywhere?"

"Huh!? Yeah, I think he was tending to the animals?" You let out a small whine when Ranboo leans away from you.

"Alright, thanks." With that Techno marches the both of you off towards a fenced area, you giving a small wave to Ranboo before heads off in another direction. A winged man comes into view, again looking very familiar you just couldn’t place why. "Hey Phil!" Techno calls, gaining man's attention.

"Yeah?" He calls back.

"You're decent with kids, what do we do about this?" Techno holds you up once he’s close enough. Phil blinks a few times at you, you tilt your head to the side with big curious eyes trying to figure out why you knew him.

"Well originally I was going to say (y/n)'s pretty good at handling these situations but…" He trails off, concern written all over his face. You reach out towards him, really wanting to get a closer look at his pretty wings and maybe get to pet them. He notices and takes you out of Techno's grip. "Hey mate, don’t worry we’ll get you back to normal in no time." You had no idea what he was talking about but you smile at him anyways as you reach out and just barely graze a finger on the feathers.

You're brought inside and the two of them spent some time talking to themselves, about what you couldn’t hear nor did you care as you investigate your surroundings. The cabin was nice and cozy but there wasn’t anything for you to do, you look over your shoulder to see if either of them had come back but it seemed they were still busy. You manage to climb onto the windowsill, looking out into the cold tundra outside, finding interest in the big white bear that was resting. Once more you look over to see if either of them were done, they weren’t and for some reason you felt disappointed in them for that, but now wasn’t the time to feel sad, now was the time to see the fluffy bear. You couldn’t reach the doorknob but you were able to leave out the doggy door you saw a few of the dogs use, you giggle to yourself as you approach the bear, he takes notice of you and huffs in your direction. You pause in your steps when the bear raises his head, he was a lot bigger then you thought but after giving you a sniff he lowers his head again and relaxes giving you the chance to get closer and pet his fluffy fur before deciding that wasn’t going to cut it for you and just flopping into the bears fuzzy body.

"Ah! There you are! Don’t go running outside by yourself." You’re lifted up and softly scolded by Phil, you let out a small whine when your taken from your new bear friends warmth. "You’d think this would be easier to do with two of us watching you." Phil sighs. "How did you do it so easily with us?" He wonders quietly, you just blink a few times at him unsure of what he meant by that. He looks like he’s deep in thought for bit before he brightens up, making you brighten up in response. "I have an idea," he says more to himself before looking at you. "Wanna go for a little flight around the area?" You nod and clap your hands together, it sounded like fun. Phil adjusts his grip on you and before you know it you’re up in the air looking down at the ground below. You gawk at the sight, watching mesmerized as the landscape passed by below you, caws brought you attention to the group of black birds that decided to join you and you happily wave to them whenever they’d come in close. A laugh is heard from above you, somehow you had forgotten Phil was the one flying you around, he gives a slightly mischievous look before he shifts his wings and you're suddenly moving faster in the air, your stomach feels like it drops for a second when Phil does a loop de loop but you quickly cheer and clap in excitement after, wanting to do it again. Eventually though you land back on the ground, warbling a little to stabilize yourself and are once again brought back inside.

"Someone looks tired. Your old manliness getting to you?" Techno chuckles jokingly, Phil sends him a playful glare.

"Just for that, you get to keep an eye on them while I make us something to eat." Phil then heads into another room leaving you alone with Techno.

"Right…" Techno trails off, as if he was going to say something but when silence is all you get you turn your attention to the shiny object he had leaning against the wall and point to it. "Ahah, you’re a bit too small to be wanting to wield something like that. Heck even as your normal self you couldn’t wield it." He comments walking over and picking up the weapon, you stick your tongue out at him with an angry look at the comment, this just gets him to laugh more. "Wow, so fierce." He says sarcastically. Setting the weapon back down you’re plunked off the ground and sat onto the couch, you look up at him expecting something to happen, when he just looks back at you blankly you huff and slouch back. "Uhh, I’m going to be honest here, I’m not too sure what I should be doing. I don’t really do kids." He scratches at the back of his head, a mix of confusion and concern on his face. You, now feeling a little bad, lean over and give him a pat on the leg thinking that might help him feel better. "Do you want to hear a story?" He asks suddenly, you perk up at the idea and nod. "Alright then listen close, this is the story of Typhoeus, the father of all monsters…"

About halfway through Techno's story Phil had made a reappearance, bringing in some sandwiches for everyone and sitting back to let Techno continue his tale, you happily munch away at your food while listening to the story. By the time Techno was done, Phil had sorta passed out in the armchair he was sitting in, using his wings to act kinda like a blanket. You waddle up to him and gently poke his wing to see what would happen, when nothing does you take advantage of the moment and give a few pets through the soft feathers. When you’re satisfied with that you turn back around, hoping to get another story out of Techno only to find he too seemed to have tuckered himself out, shockingly. You puff out some air, props to them for doing their best in watching you but man, if you hadn’t gotten some of your sense back just now you would’ve caused more problems for both of them and probably yourself too. You look at the situation before you, the only thing your mind could conjure up at the moment was to grab a few blankets and lay them onto both of them, you giggle quietly, even if you still weren’t completely yourself it looked like you were still the one taking care of them. You shuffle over to the bookshelf and sit cross legged next to it, pulling out a book and flipping through the pages you couldn’t make out the words yet but that didn’t stop you from pretending you could.

After a good while your vision darkens and a whirling type sound somewhat similar but not quite to that of a nether portals rings in your ears. When your vision clears you look down at the book in your hands, easily making out the words, you place the book back into its slot and stand up off the floor.

"Huh, so that's what it’s like to be a kid again… nice. Could’ve done without that piglin attack earlier tho." You whisper to yourself. You step outside and immediately there’s a grunt from the polar bear beside you. "Hey Steve, I back to myself again. Pretty great right?" You give him some pats on the head he very much appreciated. You then make your way over to the animals, vaguely remembering Phil cutting his job short to help you with your situation you decide to finish what he’d started earlier, tending to the animals and even feeding some of Techno's wolves for good measure.

"(Y/n)!" You hear Phil's voice call, riddled with worry, right should’ve left a note, oops. You make your way back and are almost tackled to the ground by the elytrian. "Ah! Sorry about that. But your back to normal, this is great!" He cheers helping back onto your feet.

"I sure am, sorry for worrying you, didn’t really think to leave a note. But I finished helping the animals for ya. Think of it as a thank you for helping me." You say dusting yourself off of any snow.

"Aww, mate. You didn’t need to do that. You helped us in the same situation so really we should’ve been thanking you."

"Did you find them!" You hear Techno call.

"Yeah, I’m here! Everything’s all good now!" You call back.

"Okay great, glad your back to normal!" You can only imagine he was holding a thumbs up for you.

"Right, I should really head home, thanks again for the help, and tell Techno thanks too." You say giving Phil a quick side hug.

"Sure thing," Phil returns the gesture, "and safe travels."

"Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to keep babying me." You poke playfully earning a laugh from him. You wave farewell to each other as you finally make your way home, without any problems this time.

[midgardianweasley]

Oh please may I request a Natasha X fem reader where Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for reader. Just pure fluff! I will forever be grateful! ❤���❤️

of course! i hope you like it <3

Take care of you

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary/request: Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So the reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week the reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for the reader.

Warnings: none

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It was another day in the compound, the early sunrise started to make its way into your window, dimly lighting the room and beginning to make you stir awake.

A quiet groan escaped your lips, arms and legs automatically stretching before relaxing immediately afterwards. You’d just come back from a mission a couple of days ago, it had been exhausting and cold. So, so, cold. So it was a relief to get into pyjamas and your blanketed bed with the heating up so the room was warm, but not a furnace.

Standing up, your toes curled into the fluffy rug as you picked up a grey jumper that had been discarded beside the bed, throwing it over your figure, falling just below your thighs which were covered with loose sweatpants.

You made your way out of the bedroom and towards the communal kitchen belonging to everyone that belonged on your floor, Tony had made an all girls floor for us, apparently we need the space to deal with our 'girly stuff', that man has a way with words. Tony stayed with Pepper on their own floor and the male Avengers had been split up in small groups across other floors.

Expecting the kitchen to have a few people inside either eating or just chatting, you were surprised to see that it was empty for as far as you could see. However, it was obvious that people had been in beforehand, with the odd plate and mug lying around next to the sink.

‘Must be in training’ you thought.

Before you could walk to the kitchen island and begin to make something to eat, you heard a sneeze coming from the doorway a few steps behind you. With a small jump, you turned to see an assassin whose nose was currently the same colour as her hair.

“Sorry for scaring you.” She snuffled. Obviously the cold hit some people a little harder than others.

“It’s alright, you okay though? You sound a bit snuffly.”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just allergies.” Pulling some Frosties from the cupboard below her, exposing her side a little as her top fell forward.

You knew she was lying, she’d told you ages ago that she didn’t have any kind of hayfever or anything when you walked around the compound with antihistamines constantly in your back pocket during the spring time last year and she was making jokes about how screwed you would be if the Avengers had to fight against pollen. You weren’t impressed.

You decided to leave it be for now, let her keep up her little facade, even though you knew, and she did too, that you could read her like a book and you knew she was sick.

“Right. Allergies.” You nodded directly to your friend and teammate, walking towards her to make yourself some cereal too, smirking to yourself slightly whenever you heard her try not to audibly sniffle.

The thing about Natasha that you'd always found so bittersweet, was her stubbornness. She always stuck to her guns, always made a deal to let it be known she was correct, however it was never in a malicious way, or to make anyone feel bad, she just liked to make her point. While you admired her confidence and certainty in her words, it was also incredibly frustrating when she was determined she didn't need any help.

Back in the days when she was hesitant to trust all those around her, she wouldn't let anyone help her heal her wounds from missions she'd been hurt on. Always brushing it off with an 'I'm fine' or 'I can do it myself'. She's grown a lot since then, she even occasionally let's you braid her hair when it's fallen out or she just needs to relax a little and while you know it's mainly for practicality, you still pride yourself on the fact that she chooses you to do that for her. To help her.

"Achoo!"

You just wish she'd have that same trust in you to nurse her a little.

"Doing okay over there?" You directed to the redhead who now sat curled up into the corner of the sofa by the windows, slowly munching on her cereal and taking short, mouthy breaths

"I'm doing" sniffle "great" She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, it slowly appearing more red and irritated by the action.

You internally sigh, wondering how long it'll really take for her to fess up to you that she was coming down with something. Continuing to make your cereal and tidy up afterwards, you pick up the bowl and make your way over to Natasha.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Sure, but not too close"

"Why not?"

"Because i.."

"Because you're…?"

"Sneezing all over the place! I don't want to sneeze on you. You know how it is with your hayfever"

In her years of being a highly trained assassin, a black widow, you think that that has to have been the worst lie she's tried to pull off.

"I do, but I don't think you would"

"Huh?"

"You don't have hayfever, Nat. You're sick."

"I'm no-" she was interrupted with another sneeze, grabbing a tissue from the box sitting on the table beside her.

“Bless you.”

“thank you” she mumbled, soon beginning to realize that with every minute, her story begins to crumble and her ill health becomes more obvious.

“come on, i’m taking you to bed”

“you’re not even gonna ask me on a date first? classy.” she joked, although congested, her wit remained just as quick and just as sassy.

It was moments like these, where she made those flirty comebacks or comments that made you wonder if the feelings you’ve harbored over the past months are reciprocated. you’d always put it to the back of your mind when you’d occasionally see her and Bruce cosying up, or what appeared to be a loving gaze shared between her and Steve. You decided to put your feelings to one side, not willing to not only ruin something for Nat, but end up being hurt in the long run. It was best to stay friends.

If only you knew.

A playful glare was sent her way upon hearing her words, trying to silently communicate that try as she may, she isn’t winning this one. It felt like you were staring at each other for hours, realistically it was only a matter of seconds, minutes at a push, before she threw her head back in defeat and audibly groaned at the fact she’d lost.

“Okay. okay, fine, I surrender”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatics, all of this for some bed rest, meds and soup. Standing up from your spot, you lean down and swiftly lift the redhead up bridal style in your arms, cereal being long forgotten. One of the perks of attending Steve’s training sessions, you build up a hell of a lot of strength because that man does not go easy on you.

It was a short walk to Nat’s bedroom, her room only being at the end of the hall down from the kitchen. She was practically half asleep in your arms, her head had found its way burrowed into the crook of your neck, minutes away from falling asleep.

“Hey FRIDAY, can you unlock Natasha’s room please? Hands are kinda full.”

You heard a small click noise before the door opened slightly allowing you to gently kick it open fully so you could walk in.

“Miss Romanoff’s door is unlocked, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Walking in, you already had an idea of what her room would look like, having been in once or twice before. Natasha liked to keep her things tidy and in order, clothes laid away, bed made, floor clear. So to see her bed covers ruffled into a ball, tissues in the bin and scattered around and laundry in a bundle in the corner, it took you by surprise. She must really be unwell.

You took her over to the bed, laying her down gently before pressing the back of your hand to her forehead, she felt like an oven to the touch.

‘Okay. definitely a fever.’

She was in between being asleep and being awake, so you decided to leave her covers off and tidy up some of the mess in her bedroom. You discarded the tissues, hung up some clean clothes that were yet to be put away and replaced the space in the basket with her dirty laundry. Turning back to see if the assassin had fallen asleep or not, you really took in her appearance.

Her clothes were just slightly on the big side, but you could still see a faint outline of her figure, hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, letting the odd few strands escape and frame her face. Her eyes were practically fully shut, but you could still see the tint of green in them, slightly covered by her long, dark eyelashes. ‘It’s unbelievable’, you thought, ‘Her body is literally shutting down, and she still looks angelic.’

You’d be riddled with envy if you weren’t so entranced by her. Times like this, you wonder how you manage to keep your feelings to yourself.

“What” cough “what are you doing?” A raspy voice asked.

“Oh, I was just tidying up your room a bit, I know you like it to be tidy and-”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” You ensured.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t obvious, you had to squint to see it, but she attempted a half smile.

“I’m just going to put this stuff in the wash, do you need anything brought back for you?”

“I’m just too warm.”

Looking around the room, you looked for ways to cool her down. There was the obvious option of windows, but they were full length except a tiny rectangle at the top which wouldn’t be enough air. You racked your brain for another minute before an idea came to mind.

“Wait here, I’ll be back in a second.”

“I’ll time you.”

If you weren’t in a rush to get back as soon as possible, you would’ve made a comeback to her comment. You took the washing to the laundry room, quickly throwing it all into the machine and putting on a boil wash before dashing to your own bedroom. Eyes scanning all over the room, it didn’t take long before they landed on the desk fan sitting on top of your wardrobe. Reaching up and grabbing it, thankfully it was a small wardrobe otherwise it would’ve been an incredibly embarrassing fall, you made your way back to Nat’s room.

Entering her room, you could feel it getting warmer as time went by. The woman hadn’t moved from where you left her, still sprawled out among the sheets. You set the fan down on her bedside table, plugged it in and switched the ‘on’ button. Over the quiet whirring, you heard a faint gasp of relief leave Nat’s lips, her body visibly relaxing at the cool breeze.

“That feel better?”

“Mhmm” She murmured, shifting in her bed to get as close to the fan as possible.

“How’s your hayfever now?”

“Hmm”

You chuckled at her sudden calmness that overtook her, glad to have been able to help her out a little.

It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, the last of her energy disappeared within seconds and soft snores emitted from her. Pushing her hair back off of her forehead gently, you whispered a quiet ‘sleep well, love.’ before walking out to do some other things around the compound, reminding yourself to come back in an hour or so to check in.

You didn’t notice the affectionate smile that had made its way onto Nat’s face at your gesture.

__________________________

“Miss Y/L/N.” Friday suddenly announced, making you drop the wooden spoon you were using to stir the soup you’d made for Nat. You remember her mentioning a dish called ‘borscht’, something she used to have in Russia, it was one of her comfort dishes. It was either this, or pizza. The soup was probably the safer option.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, sorry F.R.I.D.A.Y., what’s wrong?”

“Miss Romanoff is awake and asking for you.”

“Oh, thank you! Could you let her know I'll be through in a minute?”

“Of course.”

And with a chime, F.R.I.D.A.Y. went off to pass on the message. You hastily got a bowl out of the cupboard behind you, spooning a generous amount of the soup in and covering the pot up afterwards.

The room had considerably cooled now, the fan had been on full speed since you left, the only difference was the curtains were now shut and the corner lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room.

A small ‘hi’ could be heard, although muffled, still audible. You knelt down beside her bed so you could be at the same eye level and tugged the blanket covering half of her face down.

“Hey sleepy.”

“Did I sleep for long?”

“Only an hour. Don’t worry.”

“An hour?! Ugh. I said to Clint that i’d train with him today. I’ll get dressed.” She attempted to sit up, and while successful, she looked as though she’d just got off the twister ride at the funfair. You shook your head, putting your hands on her arms and lightly pushed her back, raising your eyebrows in response to her playful glare.

“I spoke to Clint, he said he’ll catch you when he feels better. He didn’t feel up to dragging your passed out body off of the mats today.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’d be-” She sniffed, well, tried to, and looked around the room curiously before her eyes landed on the bowl beside her and then darted between it and your face.

“Did you-” She pointed towards the food “make Borscht?”

You looked down sheepishly.

“I tried. I remember you saying you used to eat it and I thought it might help. But if you don’t like it then-”

“I’m sure I will.” She reached over for the bowl, hand clasping the tea towel I slid underneath it so as not to burn her hands.

Settling with her soup, she blew on her spoon, cooling the substance before eating some. You watched anxiously, hoping you hadn’t messed up too bad, you’d only made it once before when she taught you the basics of it, so this was the first time you’d made it alone.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding when you saw her smile, looking at you adoringly.

“I love it.” She rasped

“You do? Is it okay?”

“More than. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, making small talk here and there while she ate.

“Do you want me to set up a movie for you?”

“Sure.”

You walked over to retrieve her laptop, getting ‘Grown Up’s’ up on the screen. She’s recently been into Adam Sandler movies, it was a nice and easy movie to watch, it was really lighthearted. You nudged the laptop over to her, angling it so she could still see it properly when lying down. When you got up to leave, you felt a weak grip on your wrist, encouraging you to turn and meet those shimmering, slightly droopy, green eyes.

“Need anything Nat?”

“Can you stay? Please? I like your company.”

Your stomach suddenly became home to a zoo full of butterflies, as it often did when you spent time with Natasha. You’d both spent time together before obviously, but it was usually due to missions or as a group, only occasionally getting the chance for it to be just the two of you. So to have her openly request your company, it was heartwarming. Unbeknown to you, Natasha had the exact same feeling in her stomach, and it wasn’t because of the Borscht.

You gave her a nod, trying to hide the smile trying to force its way onto your face as you settled yourself down next to her, in the meantime missing the smile she was giving you, the kind where you smile with both your mouth and your eyes with a slight sparkle in them.

You looked up eventually, causing her to snap her head back towards the screen, a smile still clear as day on her face, only getting larger as you maneuvered your arm so it was behind her neck, allowing her to get closer, which she did. So close that you could feel her ragged breathing on your chest.

If you had to use one word to describe how you’re feeling right now?

It’d be warmth. The air may have been cold, the bowl left on the side will inevitably be the same. But all you can feel, is the warmth of the blankets spilling over the bed. The warmth from the laptop. The warmth radiating from the one who you admired so dearly beside you. And most vital of all, the warmth running through your entire body, making your heart feel full. If you had the chance, you’d bottle this feeling and treasure it forever.

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A week went by, and Natasha was almost fully recovered, just having to take her medicine and rest when she can, but she’s now able to walk around the compound more often. However, although she’s had this freedom returned, she doesn’t appear to long for it as much as she did a week ago.

When she woke up in the morning, she’d roll her eyes when you’d told her she couldn’t go and train, she had to stay in bed. Unimpressed with not being able to go about her day as usual, she’d try and convince you that you were being dramatic.

'I don’t need to stay in bed.'

'You're worrying over nothing!'

'Let me leave my bedroom.'

'I’m perfectly able to go and train.'

She wasn’t, and was soon proven wrong as she collapsed back on the bed with a cracking headache.

But now, after the last 7 days of eating with you, watching movies with you and just generally indulging in conversations until she fell asleep with you, she started to feel like she didn’t want to feel better, she wanted this time with you to last forever. If she didn’t have feelings for you before, she most definitely did now. Or more so that she recognised it more now. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the way you took the time to make her favourite foods, or maybe it was the way you always made sure to check in with her and how she was feeling. Although, it also could’ve easily been the way your eyes lit up at the funny scenes in a movie, similar to the way they did whenever you made eye contact with her.

“Nat? Earth to Nat?” Lost in her thoughts, Natasha blinked a couple of times to focus back on the girl in front of her, smiling as always.

“Sorry, daydreaming.” She chuckled, her face feeling warmer as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Don’t worry” You laughed. “I was just letting you know that I'm gonna go and get your Nyquil, it should help with the headache and sore throat.”

“Ah, so I'm getting the good stuff now?” She winked

“I think you deserve it, plus, you’ve blown through the last of the ibuprofen.” You gave her a playful glare, both of you knowing that you’d have to go and buy some more, but you didn’t mind, you’d have gone to all 50 states for it if you had to.

“What can I say? I’m sick” Pulling the puppy eyes, not being able to last a minute without bursting into a grin, which you responded with a dramatic faint for an exit out of the room, leaving to go and get the Nyquil.

Getting her to take it was easy enough, dealing with a sleepy Nat, not so easy.

“Y/NNNN”

“Yes?”

“I don’t like this movie.” She grumbled, pushing her face further into the pillow as her sign of protest.

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s stupid.”

“You love this movie!”

“No.”

“Right, what would you like instead?” You asked, already clicking out of the movie to go and pick another one for the fourth time.

“I don’t wanna watch anything anymore.”

“Okay. I’ll turn it off then. Still want me to stay?”

“Please”

“Alright.”

You shut down the laptop, putting it to the side and lay down next to the redhead who was trying to fight sleep. You reached forward to put some hair that was in her face, behind her ear, trying to ensure she was comfortable. It must’ve worked because before you could pull your hand away, her face nuzzled into your palm, eyebrows easing from their furrow.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered so quietly that if there was any other noise in the room, there’s no chance you would’ve heard it.

“It’s my pleasure Nat.”

She opened her eyes fully now, instantly meeting yours, they were cloudy with sleep. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you, neither one of you daring to break eye contact, I hadn’t taken any medicine yet I was still falling asleep with how peaceful it was. I woke up more when she started to murmur again, this time, it was incoherent.

“What was that?”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Nat.” You smiled warmly

“Noo, as in, I like you.”

You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop. Is she actually- Is this- what?

“You’re just tired, love.” She shook her head

“m not that” Yawn “tired.”

“Tell you what, get some sleep and then tell me in the morning when the meds have worn off, okay?”

“m’kay. I will y’know”

“I believe you” You were hesitant with her words, unsure about whether this was a moment she’d forget tomorrow and it’s not her true feelings, or if it was true and the circumstances had just convinced you otherwise.

But, true to her word, the next morning when you woke up, still groggy from the sleep, she was laying there almost wide awake with a toothy grin.

“morn-“ And before you could finish your word, her lips were on yours. They felt like the perfect fit, moving against yours at a gentle pace, though still not enough to let you process what was actually going on.

“Morning” She pulled away.

“That enough confirmation for you?”

more than enough.

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[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Jean with their almost full term wife just being extremely uncomfortable, they cry a lot and are just ready for the baby to be out?

Here I go... this has been in my inbox for an embarrassing amount of time but I had this plot in mind for two years and I was waiting for this moment to be animated to be able to write and post this... Listen while you read → the sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel

Pairing: Jean/ Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort (yes my ✨favorite✨), Jean being a sweetheart

Warnings: pregnancy, grief, mentions of labor and childbirth, crying, Post Sasha's death

The Sound of Silence

The dull, gray shade that was plastered all over the sky was accompanied by an excessive stride of frozen air that was blowing on your hair, sending stray strands of (e/c) flying all over your eyes. A few droplets fell faintly in random places over you and on the freshly trimmed grass that was swaying under your feet. There was a vast variety of tombstones that surrounds you, sternly and calculated lined up tombs extend to a tragic horizon, where your eyes couldn't seem to find an end to. A few leaves were being blown around over them, as well as fresh flower petals, ones you could recognise as you had seen numerous people leave bouquets to their deceased loved ones for all the time you'd stayed here.

Inevitably, the gravestone you were resting your back on was frozen, making your whole body shiver as you lean on it, but you chose not to pay any attention to it; you simply buried your chin between your knees and closed your eyes before letting out a sigh escape you. Your stomach tightened as your chest hitched and you instinctively brought a hand to rub over your swollen tummy. You inspected the bum by running your hand around it, rubbing on a few places near your inverted belly button, pressing slightly over the top as you felt the probing piece of flesh flick in the palm of your hand underneath your dress.

When you felt a kick, a single leg movement push against the insides of your stomach, though, you took away your hand, slamming it onto the ground as you tried to grip onto the moist soil right next to you. It was kind of a peculiar feeling and even now, nine months in you were still fully uncomfortable with it. Being pregnant wasn't something you've enjoyed; rather was more like a hazard to your very health and was reason you were relieved of your soldier duties. And you secretly cursed Jean and yourself a bit for allowing this to happen.

Who on their right mind would enjoy swollen feet and back pains, who would enjoy the crazy mood swings and the fatigue that causes you to be unable of even taking a stroll around the town? Who would ever want to feel suffoccated by how big their pregnancy belly had turned? Not you. Definitely not you, but according to your mother they were supposed to be something you'd enjoy later on.

Now, you weren't so sure.

And you were so overdue yet you weren't even sure you could even take care of your child in the mental state you were in.

Sighing hard after taking a deep inhale you dug your frail fingernails into the soil, feeling the ominous tears that the angry skies were begining to pour. Your eyes lingered on the shapeless coulds, focusing onto the dull, stripped light that could barely peak from underneath them. You felt the faint river of a tear run down your cheek at the sight and the skies responded right back at you with a loud thunderclap. It almost felt as if the skies were mourning Sasha just like you. Maybe, if you tried to convince yourself, you'd believe that it was your childhood friend that cried with you due to your departure.

Feeling your body go stiff and your face go numb from the fresh needles of the cold air that was blowing on you your scrunched your nose upwards, hoping for the action to stimulate even the tiniest blood flow to the numb tip. It didn't, and the tingling sensation of a sneeze madxhed it's way to your blood vessels, scratching methodically at all the right pressure points to force it's release. Finally and with a loud blow you felt your chest go in shock as you sneezed, your whole body joltimg up on your very spot.

Still you sniffled the little drops of moisture with the inside of your elbow, you couldn't find it in you to move or get up, you couldn't even try to find an ounce of physical strength inside your body. Sashas tombstone provided some strong comfort for you though, acting as your only comforter against the cold.

"This can't be any good for you."

A soft, large and so very warm hand came to rest upon your shoulder; delicate fingers gave you a squeeze as a bulky thumb rubbed a few circles to the end of your collarbone. You didn't even have time turn your head to see who it was, frankly because you knew.

His scent, his warmth, his touch, his whole aura practially screamed his name.

"Jean?"

"It's going to rain really hard you know." He said, planting a kiss to your temple. "wanna go back?"

"No." You sniffled dangerously.

"Okay then, I-" Jean paused before squating to your level "I guess were staying here for a bit."

"Thank you."

The soft ruffle that you felt on your hair was Jeans reply and it tousled your hair slightly, allowing the shy blond to catch a tiny sniff of your sweet scent to which he sncrunched his nose slightly and proceeded to place a kiss at the top of your hair line. Then, once again, he placed another kiss on your temple.

Fidgeting with your hand while trying to undig it out of the soil, you closed your eyes at the feeling, expecting the tiniest bits of adoration to enter your body through that kiss. Jean rested his head on your shoulder from his squatting position and you smiled a tiny bit and only in the blink of an eye, exhaling a cold huff of air to his face. A sharp pain in your chest was starting to spread, pushing back away over everything else that lay inside your body, strangling the insides of your throat.

"I miss her already."

You felt your breath chock you from the insides of your throat dangerously; a tight, looking knot was finally making its binds tighter and even more evident to the depths of your stomach as it spread to your throat.

"Me too"

"And God she was more that me excited for our baby."

As you shut your eyes, in frail attempt to mute the memories of Sasha that were coming back to your vision, a single tear rolled from the corner of your eye. With a shaking hand you managed to grip onto the side of Jean's coat; the chachi makò cotton coat rubbed against your thum as if protesting for the dirt that was being wiped on it, yet Jean didn't seem to care.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for so long when you're dysphoric about pregnancy."

"Its-its fine" You sniffled, a hitched sigh escaping the depths of your throat.

"Mmm baby, it's not, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't bring Sasha back with me too she'd talk to me everyday about betting on how we're going to have twins."

As another thunderclap roared in the background, Jean found it fitting to move his aching legs and shift his position to the ground. As he took a turn, he placed another kiss just next to your eye while he took your hand in between his. With a soft thud he came to rest his body next to yours and you made a slight move to allow him a little more space before his back finally came to rest to the small tomb right behind you. A hand came to wrap around your shoulders lovingly silently begging you to push your head down to your lover's shoulder to which you eagerly complied.

"I kinda think she was right, I'm too huge, I can't even breathe properly these days." Another tiny peck was placed to the top of your head as you spoke. "To be honest," You sniffled "whatever it is I want it to be out."

"I know."

"And I don't want to accept that Sasha died, I grew up with her Jean."

"I know baby." He said and placed a new kiss to your head.

"And for the love of any fucking intelligent titan I'm so swollen and I'm angry and all that could make me happy right now would be you Connie and Sasha teasing me about it."

Jean felt your back pulp on him like a jolting lighting has just fell from the sky. He heard the hard sniffle of your nose and heard the painful sob that was stuck to the back of your throat as your sentence came to an end. This, with a burning desire to let his own heart go loose came the feeling of his own eyes stinging, his own chest jolting, his fingertips gripping onto the side of your head as if they were hanging onto you for dear life.

"All I get though is this stupid tomb!" You cried and threw a clenched first backwards towards the tomb, hitting it with all your potential might as you chocked on your next words. "This stupid fucking reminder that my best friend is dead."

It was so dearly painful. Your heart hammered in your chest in protest to your refusal to deny Sasha's death, your stomach churned in a coiling fire and the big swelling bumb under your right hand rioted against your mourning. But you failed to give a care. Your best friend in the whole world was dead.

You could still remember when you decided to join the military together, you still remembered your very first friends, you still remembered how she and Connie were the ones to help you and Jean get together. You remembered the way you'd play when you were kids and how you'd spend days sewing clothes just to play like you were paying a visit to Sina in your most elegant attire. You remembered watching her fall in love with food and with whom you had thought could be the man of her life.

You remembered every single miniscule moment of your life spent with Sasha and it crushed you.

Nevertheless when Jean's long fingers came to sway over the roots of your hair and his nose nuzzled to the top of your hairline, his lips rubbing onto your soft hair, ready to press another kiss at any given time, your face softned, taking away the chocked sob you were about to let out with it. You brought your hand to your face, pulling your sleeve to cover it up and put it to your nose to wipe the runny goo off of it.

"I know, shh" The ashy blond rubbed his chin to the side of your scalp, giving you the tiniest bit of affection from it before bringing his nose back to your head to rub it on the spot again.

Then, the way that you sighed was almost silent.

Save for the whiny hiccup that escaped you.

"Please don't cry so much, I'm going to panic."

A tiny laughter inevitably escaped you. You remembered that phrase very well. When you had caught Jean crying after Marco's memorial he had came running into your arms, sobbing like a madman and you had wispered the same words while rubbing your palms soothingly over his back. That was the same night that you decided to follow him into joining the scouts, the first night of an endless personal misery.

"It's just-" You cried "I just can't, we've lost so many people and it hurts Jean. I should have been there."

"Shh no, don't think like that."

Jean was holding back tears for you. It was evident in the way that he was shaking and jolting his head from time to time. His palm was flexed in a fist, tightly resting over your shoulder as it gripped a fold in your cloack. You only breathed harder at the realisation, feeling your chest sink in a tremendous amount of pain that left you hollow. You felt another kick coming from the inside of your stomach to which you shut your eyes to, too afraid to see the outline of a hand or a foot appear under the thin linen clothe of your dress. And just like before, another heart wrenching sob escaped you.

"I didn't want to say goodbye." Jean said quietly, his voice coming as a breath that barely brushed your ear. "You didn't even get to say goodbye and that's bad of me to say, but I didnt want to see what I saw. I didn't want to say goodbye. I don't want you to suffer. I don't want to suffer either."

"Jean.."

The sniffling of your nostrils wasn't nowhere near coming to an halt, thus the back of your sleeve was the ideal solution to your distress; had you had any more little power in your body you would reach for the handkerchief in your shoulder bad. But that couldn't be the case. Not until you could feel your feet.

"(Y/n), baby... I'm sorry. I promise I won't let anything happen to you and our baby. Even if it means I have to sacrifice my life for you to be safe."

A gasp came out of your mouth quicker than you had anticipated. The hiccup that escaped you was accompanied by another burning hot tear that run down your eye, your whole spine giving in to the wave of fear that shook you, resulting in your head jolting in shock. Your hand shot to his, gripping it with force to bring it over your stomach, your fingers clinging onto his while pressing hard in between his knuckles.

"Don't say that shit, you're not dying Jean, get that thought out of your idiotic head," You inhaled through hitches "I'm going to die a pitiful death if you leave me."

"Please don't do that." Jean clenched his teeth.

"Then don't die too you idiot."

Another rush of a few raindrops started pouring, this time even more quickly that before. The grass under your feet swayed, each spiky peak bending and bouncing as the weight of the rain hit the ground. Big blotches of water were now forming on your attire, waiting your skin as they came to connect with each other, darkening the brown color of the linen skirt you were wearing. Jean wrapped his hand tighter around you, rubbing his cheek to the top of your head again with mellow force, as if trying to assure you it would be okay for you to stay there for only just a moment more.

And you begged to listen to his silent proposition.

Letting his hand rest loosely over your swollen stomach, you took a deep breath, allowing your self to flex your toes inside your shoes. Your indstep steamed as the little strap squished you so hard that you tried your best to convince yourself you weren't going to deal with a blood clot. You hated that you had come to despise your favorite pair of shoes. All you ever wished for was that then would just fit you like normal. Still, even to that thought, the little being inside you took half a leaping turn, giving another kick to the top of your stomach.

Had Sasha been here she would have told you something to help you get your mind off of it. She would have teased Jean for not being able to keep it in his pants and you would have laughed, feeling the tentuon easing off.

Still, the kick, that most women would have found one of joy, only turned your insides like clothes swept by a tide.

"I want to throw up." You announced, half looking at Jean

"Because of the kick? Or the thought of it?"

"Maybe-maybe both."

It was then that another kiss was planted in your forehead. The raw sound of lips smacking filled the air against the drenching water of the rain, giving a little antsy essence to the gesture. Jean rubbed his closed mouth against your skin with his eyes closed in his best effort to help you calm down.

"Now now," He whispered "It wouldn't be the best thing to throw up in the cemetery, would it?"

With closed eyes, you pouted and shook your head twice in response.

"Okay then, I have a proposal for you."

"What?"

"Want to go visit Marco's grave? And then get you somewhere warm? And changed?"

Your pout intensified amd you fixated your gaze at the ground with furrowed brows. The nauseating feeling in your stomach was coiling begging to obertske you, but there was something so warm about Jean's sweet tone that fought it violently, so much that you could even feel your face loosen up as you melted under his touch.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Okay then."

You shivered slightly as Jean took his arm off of you and dug it to the ground, giving himself a little prompt as he bend his knees closer to his body before stretching them to get up. Next, he leaned towards you, extending a long arm to your side, his thick, enormous palm stretching as it signaled you to place yours in it. Lifting a hand to his direction faintly you manages to place your palm into his and soon you managed to feel his fingers tighten a grip over your knuckles.

Still though, you couldn't find it in you to get up.

You stared at Jean with brows that screamed in apology, lifted skin littered with regretful lines. You had been feeling heavy lately. Everyone knew that, everyone who laid eyes on you questioned hoe you even managed to walk normally. But today you had struggled to get out of bed so much that you had even considered asking to be carried to Sasha's grave, knowing full well that you were too heavy for this to be a reality.

"You can do it."

"Give me a second, I can feel my lower stomach pulsating."

Jean eyed you with concern, his thumb quick to rub a circle over the knuckle of your pointer finger. You only gave him a mixed look next, squeezimg him just a little as you started pulling his hand. You had to get up. You couldn't stay in the rain until someone picked you up bridal style. Thus, you gave a little push. Just a teeny, tiny push to prompt yourself up and meet Jean halfway.

"Oh, oh crap."

In that moment you couldn't even think of a worse mistake that you had made in your nineteen years of life.

"What?"

You didn't want to believe it. No. It couldn't be happening now.

"Uhm, my water just broke."

"WHAT?"

"There's fluid leaking down my thigh and I'm pretty sure I didn't just pee myself. I wouldn't do that in a graveyard."

In between Jean's petrified expression and the trembling pain in your core, you somehow found yourself be eerily non panicked about the happening. As much as you wanted to scream from the pain, as much as you felt like your feet where going to give out, you were nowhere near turning pale yellow like Jean.

"Was this supposed to happen so suddenly?" Jean breathed heavily.

"Well" You cursed under your breath as you clutched over your stomach "I have been overdue for some days now and, ah fuck this is painful-"

"I'm really, really freaking out right now. What. Do. We. Do?"

"Calm down, let's go to Marco's grave."

"What? No!? Your waters literally broke. They broke, oh my god I'm going to be an actual father." Jean let out a chocked scream while running his other hand through his hair and gripping despairately on the roots.

"Jean, okay I migh-" A sharp pain went through your core "I still have a lot of time until my contraction is big enough for the baby to come out."

"This can't be safe."

"I'm telling you!"

Jean took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell, his shaking fingers steadied just a tiny bit, his trembling feet suddenly felt just a little more steady. This wasn't a time to panic, of course, he knew that far. The look you were giving him, even though it was pained, screamed that he could trust you; despite either of you having absolutely no idea about childbirth, he knew that having an anxiety attack this early into labor would only cause a worse experience for you.

Plus, he was the one who suggested they you'd visit Marco, and he wasn't about to say no to you at your current situation. With a hand bend over his hip, he prompted your own to snail through it for support. At least if you were going to do this, he'd basically walk you there. Pressing his lips together, Jean gave you an longing look, letting a deepnsigh escape the depths of his chest.

Eagerly you nodded at him, linking your arm with his. You softly dug your button lip under your upper flesh, trying your best not to bite into it as another rush of pain washed through you. Having contractions this frequent only meant that you had to rush and you knew that better than anyone else, but there was this little voice in the back of your brain that begged you to not take this moment away from Jean. With a final little stroke at Sasha's tomb and a tear running down your wet, stinging eyes before you matched away and to the direction of Marco's grave, you let yourself think you could hear her say a tiny good luck to you.

"Okay, let's go see Marco alright?" Jean said with a hint of glimmer in his eyes "For five minutes."

"Okay and then I'm going to go and have your child."

"Quite literally."

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RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

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Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise.  The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission.  Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.  

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”  

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

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Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

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“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”  

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?”  What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?”  He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.  

[emilycollins00]

*slides in* can i have some fluff about tsuzuru and reader meeting the entire minagis _(:3」∠) (p/s love you emily~ hope you have a nice day)

My face when I read this request? I am FLOORED Miru. Big brain time. Love you too 💕

Thanks to @androidjasmine here is a photo of the young ones and their names to keep you all on your toes! It’s all fun and games until you remember everyone is called almost the same. Enjoy! 💕

Meeting at the Minagi's (TsuzuruxReader)

Kaoru stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes, holding onto the heavy basket full of clothes. “Are you two really going to stay there until they come?”

“Of course we are!”

“We are!”

None of his two youngest brothers even bothered to turn around, eyes fixed on the door’s entrance, hands on their hips.

The seventh Minagi adjusted his glasses from inside the living room at the responses. He then licked his finger to pass another page of his book. “Don’t waste your time Kaoru-niisan. I’ve already tried to talk to them. It’s a lost cause.”

“Hey, I heard that!” this time Takeru’s head moved slightly, though his body and eyes remained facing the door. “And we are not a lost cause! We will make sure this Y/N person is good or bad before they set a foot inside!”

“Inside!” the youngest Minagi happily yelped.

Kaoru rolled his eyes, leaving the basket on the floor of the living room. As long as they were occupied for now it was fine, he imagined. He had been all over the place since he came back from school so any peace he could get was appreciated. “Can you fold these Tooru? I need to check on the vegetables cooking for dinner. Don’t want to ruin them.”

“What are we having?”

“Stir-fried crispy noodles.” Kaoru looked at the clock. “Some side dishes too If I manage.”

The young boy left the book on the side and stretched. “Sounds good. Want to help me Mitsuru? I know you can fold socks now.”

The soft boy who had until then been engrossed watching tv turned around quickly. “Yeah! Can I show them to Tsuzu-nii when he comes? He doesn’t know I learned yet!”

“Sure. You better fold them the best you can then, okay?”

“Okay!”

Kaoru smiled at the exchange. He was about to head back to the kitchen when the front door opened. “Ah, those must be-”

“Get away from Tsuzu-nii!”

There was a sound of something heavy falling and hitting the ground.

“Ow! Takeru what the-That hurt!”

“Tsu-nii comes home!”

Laughing, Yuzuru ran past the first twin and jumped on top of the second one -still untouched- who took him in his arms.

“You don’t have to follow everything Takeru does Yuzuru.”

“Come on now, I already told you before they are not coming for another two hours!” Kaoru walked in and bent over to help them stand. “Sorry Suberu. They have been all over the place about Tsuzuru’s and Y/N-san’s visit.”

“I can see that… why though? You didn’t act like this with Meguru-nissan.” he caressed his pained back. Takeru huffed, crossing his arms and turning his back on them.

“Meguru-nii stinks! He hasn’t come back to visit ever since he got married!”

Noboru chuckled, leaving Yuzuru once again down. “I see some pieces coming together.”

“Me too. Anyway, you two can stay here but only as long as there’s no more headbutting. You hear me Takeru? You promised you would behave today.” after he received a pouty nod from him, Kaoru decided to leave it be and turned his attention to the middle schoolers. “Welcome back you two. How was school? Think you two can help me prep the table and take away the toys?”

“Are mom and dad not home yet?”

“They both texted they might be a bit late, hopefully still on time.” The oldest finally managed to enter the kitchen, lowering the heat of the big pan. He should start prepping the rice and the noodles.

“Then we’ll shower and come back down.”

“Hey Mitsuru, are you and Tooru folding socks?”

“Yeah! I’m going to show them to Tsu-nii!”

“Tsuzuru’s partner uh.” Suberu muttered as both climbed the stairs. “I'm kinda excited too, not going to lie- who knew this day would actually come.”

Noboru laughed softly, following his twin inside their shared bedroom. “I know. Whoever was able to crack the head of that brother of ours, as much as I love him, deserves a raise.” .

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A sneeze came out of you stronger than you had anticipated, making you stop in the middle of the road.

“You okay there? Here.” Tsuzuru looked inside his pocket, pulling out a small box of tissues and handing it to you.

“Ah- Thanks.” You cleaned your nose while looking at him ask for two train tickets on the station. He then gave you one and kept one for himself.

“It’s weird for you to sneeze, do you think you are getting sick? It’s gotten pretty chilly at night lately.”

“I’m good. You on the other hand are the one who looks constipated.”

“Ah…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Well, you can say that again, sorry. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

You nudged him on the way to the platform. “You worry too much. It’s just your parents and brothers right? Anytime you mention them it even makes me jealous of how much you all care for each other.”

“They are great. For the most part at least. It’s just… I guess I’m like this because I’ve never brought home someone. So, yeah. Don’t pay much attention to it.”

And while he tried to shrug it off, you couldn’t help but feel a little happy. You both had been dancing around the idea for a while, and after arranging times, although the two oldest Minagi brothers had had some difficulties to come at the last moment, you both decided to keep the day and meet the rest of the family.

“You know, I would lie If I said I’m not nervous, but I also can’t say I’m not excited. Hey,” tapping Tsuzuru’s knee he spun to face you. “We got this. Mankai was already covered right? I doubt I’ll have a bigger interview than that one.”

The sound of the train made its way into the station at the same time Tsuzuru groaned.

“Please don’t bring that up. I’m still trying to forget it.”

You laughed at the face he started to make. “See? This will be a walk around the park. Plus I believe bought sweets for everyone,” you lifted the token bags you had been carrying since you two had met and nodded proudly. “I count on convincing at least four to my side.”

Your joke finally made him grow a tiny smile. As the train stopped in front of you two he reached out to take your hand into his, your touch seeming to calm him down. You gave his hand a light squeeze.

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Later on

“Okay, here we are.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s dramatic remark when he stopped at the sight of -what you guessed was- his household roof.

“Tsuzuru.” cupping his face you pulled him close, his nose against yours. “I love you and I’m going to love your family too.”

His cheeks grew warm at your loud statement. “Just… if my little brothers are too much, let me know. Everyone kind of… tends to get overexcited.” he confessed. You both walked up to the front door, Tsuzuru knocking a few times before he stepped back to stand next to you.

Immediately a few voices came from inside the house, followed by the sound of closing steps. A woman opened the door, beaming at the sight of you two. “There you are, welcome!”

“Hi mom.”

“Hello dear.” she hugged him tightly as you followed them inside, setting down the bags and enjoying the scene. She gave off the same natural warmth and comfort Tsuzuru gave off, along with the distinctive turquoise vibrant eyes both wore. "I'm glad to see you are doing good," she then turned to you with a gentle smile. “And you must be Y/N, it’s so nice to formally meet you in person.”

You smiled back as you bowed. “I feel the same. You have a very lovely home by the way,” Tsuzuru and you started to step out of your shoes, tucking them up against where the others lay when the voices you had heard with the door closed -and a good sound of running steps- became louder and louder.

“Oh, I guess the twins weren’t able to stop them.”

“Tsuzuru-nii!!”

Tsuzuru's mother moved you both discreetly to the side as three balls of energy of different heights passed in front of you and tackled your boyfriend, making him almost fell to the ground. "H-hey, careful!" All of them wore brown hair and turquoise eyes just like in all the photos you had seen of them, and talked at such speed it was difficult for you to understand what one said over the others.

"We missed you!"

"Missed you lots!"

“Yeah it’s been ages, what took you so long?!”

Your heart grew warm when you noticed Tsuzuru’s eyes softening, even though he was slightly scolding them at the same time -trying to calm them down. You turned to her mother, who was watching the scene with the exact same expression. “Is there anything I can help you with meanwhile? I guess preparing food for this many people is no small feat.”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N, you are our guest today. I imagine you are tired too.”

“Tsuzu-nii you have to see my socks, look!"

"Leave the socks alone, come upstairs to see what game mom bought us last week!"

“Well aren’t you mister popular around here.”

His mother chuckled, embracing herself. “They get really attached to him whenever he comes back.”

“I imagine.”

"Are you Y/N?" one of them glanced your way, hiding behind Tsuzuru but without fully letting him go.

"I am. It's nice to finally see you all instead of just your pictures."

“Woah! Are these presents?”

“Yuzuru?” his mother called out “What did we talk about looking inside other people's bags?”

“Oi, Yuzuru!” Turning away from praising Mitzuru’s folded socks and Takeru’s hold, Tsuzuru tried to take him away from your bags too. You smiled, waving silently as to tell them it was okay. You crouched down to his height.

“Yup! Some sweets I brought for everyone later. I hope you like mochi.”

“I do! Take-nii too!”

“Is that so?” You turned to said boy, making him flinch and blush, still trying to hide between Tsuzuru’s legs. He glanced your way frowning shyly.

“I only like it with cream...”

“I-I like it with chocolate and strawberries!” Mitzuru called getting close to you now, socks now long forgotten. You smiled, mentally thanking asking Tsuzuru for advice.

“Good thing we have both and some more then.”

As if that changed everything, the three youngest Minagis started jumping and celebrating enthusiastically around you. Tsuzuru’s mother smiled while Tsuzuru himself tried to calm them down again.

“Thank you Y/N. I will take them to the fridge. For now let’s try to enter the living room and get you two seated. Kaoru has been all afternoon in the kitchen and your father and I are trying to help him finish making dinner, I’ll go get them.” .

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With the youngest right on his toes, Tsuzuru guided you to the living room, finding the twins and the one you guessed was Tooru -mainly because of the glasses- waiting patiently for their turn.

“Hey guys. Y/N, these are Noboru and Suberu, the twins and Tooru.”

“Hi there!” you waved brightly, receiving a few quiet smiles. They seemed warier to approach you than the young ones, so you had waited for Tsuzuru to present you. "Oh. Tsuzuru was right, I can differentiate you better than I expected."

"Ah- yeah, when we were younger we used to look a lot more similar."

"I see... Are you two really middle schoolers? I'm really jealous of this house's general height."

The spring member laughed while turning to the one who had been quieter, kneeling next to him. “Hey buddy."

"...Hi"

"I see you are already on the second volume of that series, uh” Tsuzuru placed a hand on top of his head patting it. “I loved when I was younger a lot too.”

Tooru looked up at him surprised. When he noticed his behaviour he blushed, adjusting his glasses and quickly lowering his head smiling. He hugged the book against his chest tighter and nodded. "I missed you around, Tsuzuru-nissan."

"Me too." Tsuzuru patted his head once more as he stood up. "Y/N's right, I can’t believe you two are this tall already.”

“Well- It’d be nice to beat you nissan.”

At that moment another figure entered the living room, older than all the others you had seen so far. “I hope we don’t scare Y/N with all this chaos guys, we can hear you from all over the kitchen.”

You walked up to him and bowed with a smile. “Everyone has been great so far. It’s nice to finally meet you, Minagi-san.”

He nodded with a friendly smile, the wrinkles around his eyes making his face calming and comforting to look at. “The sentiment is mutual. You know, Tsuzuru's never brought anyone home before. He must be serious about you.”

You grinned, noticing the spring member's face gain color. “I’ve been somewhat informed.”

“Yeah! How did you convince him to go out with you?”

“I know! Is it because he tells amazing stories?”

"He also plays football super good."

"But not as good Meguru-nissan!"

"But still-!"

“Guys I appreciate the effort but can you not.”

The man gave a relaxed chuckle, ruffling his playwright son’s hair affectionately. “We are just glad to see you are doing good Tsuzuru, we’ve missed you.”

“You all have a weird way to show it.” Tsuzuru sighed embarrassed.

“Mhm? We haven’t taken out the albums yet.”

“And it will stay like that over the whole dinner.”

“Coming through!”

Making way for them, Tsuzuru’s mother and Kaoru arrived with a few more plates to share with everyone in the middle of the table. After they were placed, the high schooler turned to you. He gave away a similar vibe as the spring member, looking a bit all over the place, although that could also have been because of all the cooking and prepping you imagined it took. “Nice to meet you. Kaoru, right?”

“Yeah,” he smiled back. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N-san. The house is a bit of a mess but I hope you enjoy dinner at least.”

Oh, he definitely is a clone of Tsuzuru. “Are you kidding?” you shook your head at the number of plates with the biggest smile. “It smelled amazing even from the entrance! I can’t believe you cooked all this.”

The boy flushed at the sudden compliments. His parents shared a smile behind you as they made everyone get to their seats. “Ah- well, kinda. We use to have food prepared each day so it wasn’t that difficult.”

“Styr-fry crispy noodles, uh?” Tsuzuru looked around as you all placed your hands together and gave your thanks. “Mhm, this is good.” He nodded contentedly. “I can't believe how much I missed this flavor. Thanks Kaoru.”

Kaoru instantly lighted up at the statement, making you understand just how much Tsuzuru’s opinion and figure were valued around. All the young ones had fought in order to sit next to him, so you decided to give away your seat and instead eat next to one of the twins and his mother.

“So Y/N, are you studying too?”

“Yeah.” You explained your major and engaged in conversation with Kaoru and the twins, talking about selecting careers and future schools.

“How’s Tadoru-nissan? I’ve talked to Meguru-nissan lately but he’s unavailable whenever I call.”

At Tsuzuru’s questions, his mother placed a hand on her cheek pensively. "I wonder too. The last thing I know was him staying in an old village, where was it...?" her husband shook his head when she glanced at him. "But well- you know how he is. One day on one place yet tomorrow he could be perfectly knocking on this door."

"I hate how right you are..."

“Hey, Y/N! What do you think of his stories?” Takeru looked at you, eyes bright with expectantly. "Aren't they just so awesome?"

Having your mouth full too, you could only give him a thumbs up while nodding. You swallowed and chuckled. "They are. Your brother is pretty awesome in general."

You noticed Tsuzuru rolling his eyes, hiding his probably flushed face by drinking water.

“Right? He works so hard too!”

“Maybe too hard though.”

“I agree.”

“We used to do plays written by him when everyone was younger.”

His father leaned on the table entertained. "Right. You all loved to be selected for different roles."

“Oh, I didn’t know that! I’d love to see a full Minagi play at some point.”

Tsuzuru's eyes opened in shock. You could perfectly read the word traitor coming from his lips before gasps and general chaos erupted.

"We could?! I want to!!"

“Man they were a mess but it was fun. Tooru always wanted to be the hero, remember?”

"Me? No way!"

“Play, play!”

“I-I too wanna do a play written by Tsuzu-nii!”

His mother cleaned the corner of her third-youngest and smiled. “Maybe Tsuzuru could write something the next time he comes. Now it’s dinner time okay?”

Takeru gasped with excitement and stood up, looking at the playwright. “That would be so cool! You have to promise you will make one for us!”

“Promise!”

Tsuzuru scratched the back of his head. He looked in your direction but you shrugged, enjoying the situation too much to intervene. In the end he sighed and smiled defeated. He could never win against such excited faces. “Sure, I’ll try to come up with something next time.”

"Yay!!" .

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“Are you sure you two don’t want to sleep here tonight? It’s gotten really late.”

“It’s fine mom. We both have University tomorrow so we should try to head back”

After having dinner and enjoying the sweets you had brought, midnight almost reached the Minagi household, so you two decided it was about time to head home. You were now at the entrance, having already said goodbye to the rest of the siblings and now being just both parents and Kaoru left.

“Alright, just be careful okay? And Y/N, come back whenever you want. We loved having you today.” Tsuzuru’s mother gave you a hug while his father smiled agreeing, nodding as he rocked an already sleep Yuzuru in his arms.

“It was a pleasure.”

“I’ll go with them,” Kaoru suddenly decided, stepping in to grab his own shoes. “I want to buy some ice cream from the convenience store anyway.”

And so, you three kept talking until the station came to view. Tsuzuru took a deep breath. It had been quite a while since he had walked around like that, a nostalgic feeling emerging as he remembered old times by looking at the streets. Time really flies.

“You didn’t have to walk us back, it’s late.”

“I know. Still wanted to.” his younger brother shrugged and placed his hands inside his pockets. The evening air was fresh. “I like them.”

“Uh?”

“Y/N-san, I mean.” looking behind Tsuzuru, he saw you humming while waiting for the train tickets back to Veludo to come out from the machine. “They must be special if you’re willing to bring them home to meet us.”

Tsuzuru copied him, watching your back and your little dance in the distance. He unconsciously felt the corners of his mouth rising up. “…Yeah. They are.” It was embarrassing to say it out loud in the silence of the night, but it was true.

“Meguru-nissan and Tadoru-nissan told me they would both try to come for dad’s birthday. You should bring them too.”

Tsuzuru snorted. His older brothers were on a whole new level. He ruffled Kaoru’s head. “Thanks. For everything.”

“You know you don’t have to thank us."

“Still-"

“Done!” You waved the tickets as you made your way back to the two brothers. “We are all set to go.” Kaoru nodded in understanding.

“Then I’ll go too. It was nice getting to know you, Y/N-san. We leave our big brother in your care. He’s a worrywart… so please don’t be afraid of taking his coffee and make him take a break.”

“Oh, that’s some hard quest right there.”

“I’m still here, you two are aware of this right?”

You both laughed at the spring member. “I will do my best to take care of your big brother, I promise." you turned to him.

Kaoru's eyes softened at your response. "Thanks." .

. .

“I think they liked you.” The playwright suddenly commented once inside the train, some time after you parted from Kaoru. You yawned and looked up smiling. “I got that feeling too, although I didn’t wanna jinx it. Were you expecting something different?”

He shrugged. “Not really. Just glad it ended well.” Tsuzuru took your hand, caressing it with his thumb.

“I liked them too, you nailed every single one of them.” You yawned again. “I’m also deadly tired though.”

“Welcome to my life.”

You giggled, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. You could feel how happy and fortunate he had felt tonight, being able to enjoy some quality family time even though he used to complain here and there. Soon enough your breathing fell into a steady rhythm at the soothing sound of the rails. Along with the empty wagon, you closed your eyes enjoying Tsuzuru’s warmth.

It had been a nice day.

_____________________________________________________ The Minagi household literally has my heart.

Hope you all have a wonderful day! 💕

[caffeineaddicted-noonie]

Hey for the match up exchange!

My pronouns are she/Her, I'm straight but support everyone. I do cheer and gymnastics I'm new to gymnastics but have done cheer before. I keep my grades up as much as possible, and I'm more of an extravert. I love parties and social events and get along with most people. I'm not the kind of person to get in arguments and if I do, i let it go pretty easy. I'm a bit emotional in the moment, but far from hold grudges. I try my best to be friends with everyone, but it blows up in my face sometimes. I have a good amount of friends, but I'm only close with one or two. My bad qualities are probably that I talk about people when I'm upset, or I hang out with people i don't like. I have a hard time being strict or straight up. I day dream a lot and i cant get over one guy. Im more of a peppy person and try to be optimistic my MBTI is ENFP-T. I have blond hair that is slightly longer than my shoulders. It used to be brown before i bleached it. Im kinda tall for a girl I'm 5,5. i have a curvy body shape. Its like kinda small but curvy. My style is more girly and i over dress some times i dress girly but I'm not scared to get dirty or anything. One thing is i really dont like bugs. I really like true crime and horror and I'm going to college to be a criminal psychiatrist and work in Mental hospitals. I Have a habit of always trying to get the people who dont like me to like me i know not everyone will like me but i still try. My favorite color is pink and thats all i could think of! Thanks!

First, I apologize for the wait. I've been having problems with generating ideas lately due to falling down the stairs twice :D Buut, here it is!

I MATCH YOU UP WITH

EYELESS JACK💙

I guess... log 1 - as friends 🌹

+ I can say, it was love at first sight for him. + He is very attracted to your personality. You're lively, optimistic, chill. It just gives him a warm feeling like sunshine. + Your appearance gives him butterflies! I know it's cliche but it just makes him feel things he hasn't felt for a long time. + For once, he has a genuine smile on his face. + Ok but these feelings makes him jumpy, like very jumpy.

Jane walks into the kitchen and sees Jack grabbing a glass cup from an upper cupboard. Coincidently, she wanted to have a drink as well. She then walks over to him, her walking made no sound on the wooden floor. Her hand reaches out to his shoulder to pat it slightly. Unknown to her, he was eustress about his encounter from this evening. He jumps slightly from her sudden touch and accidentally lets go of the glass, leaving it to shatter as it hits the ground. The two fell silent as they look at the shards of glass.

+ You see what I mean? he is very not used to the feelings muhaha + How did he "meet" you exactly? + Well,,,

Leaves crunch under his feet. Autumn had arrived earlier this month. His favourite season to walk around the woods. He wore a scarf around his neck, just because he's a demon doesn't mean he's not sensitive to the chilly winds. He sneezes. It was loud but it sounded like a squeak. He finds it embarrassing that his sneeze sounds like that. His thought was disturbed as he heard the voices of several people nearby. He looks up, a brach was right above him. He grabbed and jumped onto it, he continued to climb higher. He hid in the tree as he watches out for the outsiders. He then hears one of them speak. "I swear! I did hear a kitten around here!!" Kitten? He thought. "It was sneezing and it sounded like a squeak! A really adorable squeak!" Sneeze? Squeak? Adorable? Oh- He blushed when he pieced it all together. He looked around for the person. And there she was. A beautiful blond. Only then did he acknowledge how sweet her voice was. Her friends doubted her when she claimed she heard a kitten. He frowned and hoped that the winds come back for another blow. Soon, his wish came true at the moment she was about to leave with a sad expression. The wind blew hard, causing him to hold onto the branch tighter. His scarf was blown away and it landed on her head. His gasp was interrupted by a familiar itch at his nose. He sneezed again, making a loud squeak-ish sneeze. "SEE!! I told you it's around here!!" He chuckled softly, hearing her getting excited and looks down to see her. A happy smile was on her face. He smiled as well, blushing as he saw his scarf in her hands.

+ Well, at least he has a reason to see her again hehehe + He really wanted to get to know you better! + So, does he stalk you? Uhmm yes. He does for...work lol + He watches you sleep sometimes...ok 5 times a week. + He thinks pink is a pretty colour. Pink carnations are his favourite flowers (i hc that *cough*) + He maybe hates the people that dislike you. One time, he almost threaten one of them to like you to the point that person had to uhm, wish they didn't exist Hah + He likes your style! Jane told him that skirts look good on him-

it was as if...meant to be log 2- as lovers 💖

+ ok, as per logic, how can you not notice him watching you sleep. On one of those days, you're probably not really asleep. And that's when he noticed something weird.

He tilted his head as he sees one of your eyes begin to open slowly. Your vision was a bit blurry due to the darkness of your room. But moonlight from the window helped you to see the tall, muscular, dark figure standing near your window.

+ of course, you freaked out. How can you not when he's just standing there?? A big hunk entity + the moment he speaks also freak you out a bit. Such a deep sexy voice pfft- + But then, the chilly wind of autumn blew into your room causing his flu to act up. He sneezes, covering his nose with his hand. + Oh heck- you recognise that sneeze. So, I am guessing, you know where this is going~ + Soon, you guys were comfortable with each other. Friendship is formed~ + He was fascinated by you as to how you are about him. + Romance begins when you realize you always wore his scarf. (which, btw, you didn't know it was his since it literally fell from the sky...) + Demon? Man? Eyeless? Cult?? + He will tell you everything about him. He'll tell you about it all from the start since you are his lover. + Will advise you on friendship? He'll help you out with it too! Also tries his best to help you get through college (he will read the textbook i tell ya, you have a personal lecturer at home!!) + EJ made his feelings obvious. This man PURRS when you touch him, even the slightest contact like, your head on his shoulder or you excitedly brush his hand against yours. EYE CONTACT MAKES HIM- + His love language is quality time and physical touch. + Mans is a portable heater. Cold on winter nights? He will cuddle you and trust me, you won't need double blankets. He's mostly warm every time anyways. + AND HE'S BIG AND TALL SO- VERY COMFY. He will PROTECT you from BUGS. His hand will slap one like it's volleyball + Would watch your shows with you. He has a mental note of all of your fav shows. Reminds you that they're on when they are. When he is really into one, prepare for an interrogation ;P + The type of couple? A very adventurous one. You being the out-going one will drag him into a lot of adventures, making good memories. Him being the chill, quiet one will make sure nothing goes bad and out of hand. A balance!!

[YOU TWO WILL TAKE A LOT OF NICE PHOTOS TOGETHER TOO :P]

I hope you like it!! Hope you have a great day and take caree <3

[talas-starlight]

Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe​ ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.  

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.  

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.  

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.  

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well? 

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines​   🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising​

[spnae]

Chapter 26 Punk Love

Spike pushed Buffy to the ground as a deadly looking sword sparked against the brick wall just behind where her head had been. The demon snarled, reared for a second attempt. Spike held off the second strike with a length of pipe, the clang of it echoing through the alley. Buffy recovered quickly and looked around for the ax she had dropped.

“Any time now, Pet!” he grunted, as Buffy scrambled for her weapon..

“Working on it, Honey!” she said, sarcastically as she spied the handle under the dumpster and dived for it. She rolled up holding a compact ax with a long blade curving down over nearly a quarter of its grip. Spike’s eyes widened as he dropped out of the way of Buffy’s strike, ducking as the demon’s head spun off to the left.

“Bloody hell, woman! A little warning next time!”

“Oh please, I wasn’t even close to hitting you. You big baby,” she teased, “I’m liking this new ax. It’s almost like a travel size version of my scythe.”

Spike pulled himself up and dusted off his jacket as he strode over to the now abandoned motorcycle partially blocking the alleyway. “Sort of the point, thought it’d make travel a little easier for us. Although I imagine you’ll want to taper down that handle for vamps. Up to you.” He kicked the tires as he examined the bike. A beautifully restored vintage Triumph, built for two. A grin spread across his face, “What do you think, Love, fancy a spin? Spoils of war and all?”

Buffy stood up from where she had retrieved the sword the demon had dropped and turned to him, “As long as I get to keep this pretty-shiny. Kinda love this.”

“Pretty sure it goes with the bike, there’s a scabbard attached to it and everything.”

“Yours, mine, and ours.”

“Planning on making an honest man out of me Miss Summers?” he grinned wolfishly.

“What? Are you going to ask my father for my hand too?” she laughed.

He swung a leg over the bike, getting a feel for it and looked up at her, “That wanker who couldn’t even be bothered with you and Dawn after your mum died? Not bloody likely. Don’t need his blessing for so much as a sneeze for all I care.”

Buffy wordlessly handed him the hilt of the sword and he took it to secure it on the bike. He rested his hands on the handlebars and looked back up at her, “Sorry, Love, I know he’s your dad and all...”

“Thing is that you’re right. He hasn’t been there for us since… well a long time before mom died.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re alone. I’d ask Giles if I asked anyone, Pet. Didn’t think you’d hold with such an archaic tradition anyway.”

She snorted lightly as she climbed onto the bike with him, “The sentiment is nice but definitely not necessary.”

Spike looked around and spotted the demon’s helmet with its head still in it, “First chance we get, I’m getting you a helmet, don’t need your pretty brain gettin’ scrambled now.”

Buffy’s eyes fell onto the demon’s headless body and then the head, her face screwed up in disgust, “Think we should do something with it?”

“Not doing ‘A Weekend at Bernie’s’ with that sodding thing. He’ll disintegrate once the sun hits it.”

“Seriously? Aww, I love the no-mess ones.”

“Nice and considerate ain’t they?” He answered as he turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and Spike let out a whoop of glee, “God, I love that sound!”

“So many, many, many, many, many things I could say right now.”

“Say ‘em after you’ve gone for a ride. Make our tour of the city a lot easier. Hold on tight, Love. I’m gonna have some fun with this.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around him tightly and they pulled out into the streets of Edinburgh. It was the second weekend in a row they had spent in the city. Two weeks since Angel had left and things had finally quietened down. He had called a few days after arriving in Rome to let them know that everything seemed fine with Dawn. Although he admitted that he hadn’t really stayed long enough to find out much, because he wanted to get back to his father/son time before heading back to LA. As far as he could tell, they didn’t seem to know each other yet but it was only a matter of time after his visit. Buffy was less than satisfied with that answer but didn’t really know what else she could do at this point. So she just thanked him for his information, called her sister a little more often and proceeded on like everything was business as usual.

She and Spike had spent their first weekend mostly in Mary King’s Close and exploring the underground there. Buffy marveled at the ingenuity and sheer expanse of the Edinburgh Underground, the city under the city. Spike had enjoyed showing Buffy around the demon marketplace. It was really something to see. There were over a hundred demon vendors selling everything from clothing and weapons to spices and charms. Spike had been anxious to get Buffy a meaningful gift ever since she had splurged on his new motorcycle jacket and the MP3 player. It was there in the demon marketplace he had bought her the new ax she used tonight. He was thrilled to see how well it was working for her.

This weekend they had decided to spend their time topside, after visiting a couple of clubs the night before and spending the day curled up together in their hotel room having a different kind of fun. Buffy was feeling more relaxed than she had in years. Not that everything was perfect, life was never perfect, but the past two weeks had been pretty damn close.

She shrugged a shoulder and tightened her grip on Spike, pressing her cheek into the leather of his jacket as they rounded a turn. She eased her hands flat against his chest as they came out of the turn. They drove around for more than an hour and a half taking in the sights. Spike would stop every once in a while to share some tidbit of information before heading off again.

Spike pulled the bike into a club they had talked about going to after patrol. He was getting a bit tired of the endless techno dance stuff most of these places played. They had tried one club in the underground the weekend before, that Spike really enjoyed. It was more like the old dives with a live band he had frequented years ago. Buffy hadn’t cared much for that one but loved seeing him happy so she tolerated it. She suspected tonight would be a similar experience. According to the schedule on a flier they’d seen, tonight’s band was a Punk group and Spike was looking forward to it.

Buffy frowned a little as she looked down at the outfit she had on. They had planned on going back to the hotel before heading out for the club. As it was, she figured the red tank top and black leather pants she had on wouldn’t be completely out of place at a club like this. She shrugged her shoulders and got off the bike making sure that her ax was securely stowed away along with the sword on the bike. Spike was sure to park in the back where hopefully no one would notice a bike with weapons attached to it. He frowned a little, wishing the bike had saddlebags. He’d have to get some.

“Ready for some fun?”

“I could use a drink or three.”

Spike raised one dark eyebrow, “It’s going to be one of those nights is it?”

She rolled her shoulders, “Maybe. I think they call it having a good work/life balance. Chop off a demon’s head and go drinking with a sexy vampire. You know, balance.”

He extended a hand and pulled her to him with a sly grin, “Well let’s go find you a drink.”

Inside the club they sidled up to the bar and ordered drinks. The band playing wasn’t nearly as bad as Buffy had anticipated. They had a little more of an upbeat feel similar to a lot of the songs by The Buzzcocks or the Ramones that Spike had played for her. It could have been a lot worse, she figured.

Spike turned, resting his back and elbows against the bar while Buffy sipped at her vodka and cranberry juice, his attention directed towards the band. She grinned as she watched him. Tomorrow they would be heading back to the castle. It was the Level 4 girls last week. They would be leaving for their new placements after their planned beginning-of-the-month shopping trip in town the following weekend. Which effectively meant this was their last night out for a little while, except for patrolling.

She finished her drink and snaked her arm around Spike’s waist, under his coat. He wrapped one arm around her back as they stood there at the bar. He took a slow sip of his drink.

You made short work of that, Pet. Ready for another? She heard his voice in her head through their link.

She pressed her head to his chest. I think drinks are a ‘good’ tonight. We have to be responsible adults again in less than 24 hours.

Spike shifted, turning towards the bar. He flagged down the bartender, “Can we get another round here, mate?”

Yeah well at these prices I’d rather hit that bottle in our room if you’re really serious about getting the house fixed up.

Buffy pouted a little as she sipped her new drink, One more and I’m cut off.

Spike grinned, Don’t care if you have a few more. I was talking about me. Why waste money on their rotgut when I got a bottle from the Abbey in our room? Don’t have vodka in the room, Pet. You have your fun.

They got their drinks just as the band finished their song. “For some of you bloody nostalgics out there, here’s a couple a old favorites!” The lead singer practically yelled into the microphone as the band started playing Iggy Pop’s ‘The Passenger’. Spike bobbed his head and tapped his hand on Buffy’s back in time to the tambourine while murmuring the words under his breath. Buffy grinned as she watched him totally at ease.

The band started playing, The Buzzcocks’ ‘Love You More’. Spike grinned, and downed his drink, slamming the empty glass on the bar. He took Buffy’s hand, the one not holding her drink, in his leading her to the floor. Buffy laughed. It was ridiculous to think the man in front of her could remember Queen Victoria’s reign, as he pulled her close to him and danced to the music. She swayed with him to the song with her hand resting at the nape of his neck. It didn’t matter if it was the waltz or a punk rock band playing, this was the man she always wanted to dance with. She buried her head in his shoulder. The song ended and Spike yelled his appreciation for the band, his voice rumbled through his chest and made her smile.

She might have to remember this place for his birthday. The thought hit her. It was almost August and she had planned on doing something special for him but didn’t know what exactly that was going to be yet. At least she had until almost the end of the month to figure it out.

The thought left her mind as Spike spun her and pulled her back to him firmly. She laughed and let herself melt into him for a kiss. This was shaping up to be a really good night. Quite possibly the best date ever.

****************

The next morning Buffy checked out of their hotel alone. Spike had left a little before dawn in order to take the bike into the underground for safekeeping until he could come back for it. They had agreed to meet at Steve’s Place, the underground pub, before coming back for the car and heading back to the castle that night. The arrangement gave Buffy a little extra time to have a shower and deal with the hangover and serious lack of sleep from the night before. By the time she had checked out she was feeling a lot better. She dropped her bag in the car along with Spike’s and headed towards the entrance to the underground.

When Buffy finally made it to Steve’s Place, it was starting to fill up with demon clientele. Steve gave Buffy a reluctant little nod and she went over to him. “Hey, Steve. Spike around?”

“In the back.”

“Thanks, appreciate it. He’s not getting in trouble is he?”

“Haven’t heard any ruckus since he brought that bloody bike in,” Steve shook his head, “Pretty sure everybody around here knows not to tangle with either of you by now. Can’t say they understand it, but the regulars know.”

“They don’t need to understand anything, Steve. By the way, you got anything for me?”

“All the buzz I’ve heard has been about you. The thing with the Minch. That had the whole neighborhood talkin’ for a bit, but I’ve already told you that of course. Couple of vamps have been trying to cause trouble though. They keep asking about Slayers, trying to figure out how many there are and where they might be located. Been talking about Spike too. Calling him your pet vamp.”

Buffy crossed her arms and pursed her lips, this sort of thing wasn’t wholly unexpected, “Whatcha tell them Steve?”

“Me? No! You got it all wrong. I didn’t tell them anything. You’re scarier than they are. All I said was that you were the only Slayer I’ve seen. Then they started asking about Spike.” He dropped his voice so low, Buffy had to lean in to hear Steve, “I don’t know what you two got going on. I don’t wanna know. I just know that he’s a vampire with a soul and you two come in here somewhat regularly, sometimes even sharing a glass like you’re a couple of kids at a soda shop. You’ve been seen around an awful lot, always together, looking real close. I didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. I swear.”

“Have you told Spike about this?”

“First thing when he came in. He asked if he could stow the bike and I took him out back myself, told him all about it then.”

“Thanks, Steve,” and with that Buffy made her way into the back where she knew the poker game was in session. She heard Spike’s unmistakable voice calling one of the players out on cheating and Buffy stepped in. A rusty looking demon with what looked like porcupine quills for hair, was standing across from Spike who was sitting back looking as relaxed as could be. The other two demons at the table looked about as concerned as Spike did.

A yellowish demon with large pointed ears to Spike’s right looked mildly annoyed, “Sit down, Ronny, we all know you’ve got a problem with palming cards,” he said with a strong Australian accent. The large demon on Spike’s left remained silent but Buffy recognized him as the big drunk from the day Wendy’s crew took the Minch baby.

Spike looked up with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “Well boys, sorry to take your cash and run but my lady’s here. Mustn’t keep her waiting, you know.” The other demons all turned towards Buffy.

The sulfur-yellow demon’s jaw dropped as he looked back at Spike, “That’s your little Sheila?”

“Buffy, actually,” Spike stooped down to grab something from the floor. He pulled up a pair of black saddle bags.

There went that birthday present idea; Buffy thought idolily.

Spike’s head shot up and their eyes locked. His brow furrowed a little and she knew he had heard her thinking. They had been practicing different things trying to develop the bond between them into a more reliable form of communication that didn’t require physical contact. That mainly meant lots of meditation sessions that quickly devolved into very hot sex. So far they had only managed to develop it as far as touching over clothing. Now they were at least ten feet away from each other. Sure they had experienced little insights into each other’s emotions from a short distance like this before but those had been sporadic at best. This was different. This was a new development and they weren’t even trying.

She blinked and took a few steps inside the room, shaking it off for now, “Ready, Honey?”

Spike scooped his winnings into one of the saddlebags and stood up, “Sure, Love. We were about done anyway, right fellas?”

“Game was over for me three hands ago,” the big guy grumbled, adding a surprisingly cordial nod towards Buffy.

The rusty looking demon turned towards her, “Thought it was just a rumor, but he really is the Slayer’s little lap-vamp ain’t he?”

“Oh, he’s a lot more than that,” she said, shifting her weight, “Care for a demonstration?” She shifted her gaze towards Spike, “Do you want to show him some of the moves you’ve taught me, Sweetheart?” Her tone had an edge to it that said, in no uncertain terms, that they were not to be messed with or underestimated.

Ronny the rusty blanched or at least as much as the orangey-red demon could, “He— he teaches you— the Slayer?”

“Oh sure, I’ve learned lots from him. No better teacher for a Slayer than the Slayer of Slayers himself.”

Spike smirked as Ronny looked back over to him, “The Slayer of— what’s he doing shacking up with one then?”

“Our love life is of none of your concern there Rusty.”

“It’s Ronny. No, I want to know, if you’re the supposed Slayer of Slayers, how come we never heard of you, Spike?”

Buffy interjected, “Honey, are you being modest again?”

“What are you doing, Slayer?” Spike asked needlessly, as he lit up a cigarette.

“Just righting a wrong. Don’t you think your new little friends should know who they’re playing with, William?”

Spike raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t think proper introductions were necessary to play cards, Pet,” he exhaled a puff of smoke.

Rusty Ronny looked between the two of them, “What is this? Who—“

“You’ve been playing cards with ‘William the Bloody’, you’ve heard of him right? Used to run with Angelus; The Whirlwind.”

“That– that was a long time ago. Angelus hasn’t been seen in these parts in well over a hundred years, he’s dead. And you, if you’re ‘William the Bloody’ then what are you doing with a Slayer?”

“Angelus– Pfft, haven’t heard of him in over a hundred years because he’s been stateside going by ‘Angel’, and he was here two weeks ago you git. Shows what you know. Had a grand old time we did,” Spike sneered and was over the table before any of them could blink. He held something deadly looking up to Ronny’s throat and Buffy realized that it was a railroad spike. When did he start carrying that around again? Buffy wondered.

“What do you say mate? Want to know how I earned the name ‘Spike’? Other than the fact it’s a bit shorter,” he laughed menacingly, “I don’t mind demonstrating. Rather like teaching as it turns out. Imparting knowledge… is so… rewarding...” he said in his most dangerous tone as he twisted the spike against the demon’s skin. Ronny shook his head stiffly as Spike held him there, “No? Still want to know why I’m with the Slayer, yeah?”

“Y- You- you know, it’s really none of my business. You make a l-lovely c-couple, I’m sure!” He stammered.

Spike threw him back, “That’s right. You don’t mess with a good thing. What goes on between me and the lady is our business,” he added a threatening jab with the railroad spike before dropping it back into his pocket.

Buffy took several steps towards him and placed one small hand on his chest, “Ready to go, Babe?”

“To the ends of the earth, Love,” he gave her a chaste kiss, then turned around righting the table he’d knocked over and snagged the saddlebags and his winnings, “Ready.”

They walked out together, waving to Steve dismissively.

*************

Once in the underground street, Spike turned towards her, “Not so sure how that little stunt is going to pan out, Love. Might stop some of the more ridiculous rumors.”

“Pretty clear you’re not just my lap-dog— lap-vamp— I mean seriously— ughh. I think it’s a little more clear we have a seriously mutual thing going on here.“

“Really don’t mind being in your lap,” he smirked.

“Dirty.”

“Yeah… but you like it.”

She smiled, shaking her head, “You’re still an idiot.”

He took her hand, “Come on, Buff. There’s something I’ve been waiting to check out,” they headed towards the place Spike had stowed the bike.

“What’s that?”

“Glasgow.”

“Glasgow. Now? We have to be back to the castle tonight. And sleep. Sleep is needed.”

“We’ll take the bike through the tunnels, should be ventilated enough you’ll be alright, only take an hour or so to get there through the tunnels, no traffic.”

She raised an eyebrow, “You’re serious?”

“Been a while since I’ve been there. Last I saw it, the underground there was mostly just a tunnel system; sort of like Sunnydale but with a train system built in. Don’t get me wrong there’s plenty to see. It’s sort of like Edinburgh Underground only in smaller— eh clumps or neighborhoods I guess, it’s a bit different than this. I’m just talking about a drive up and a drive back something to pass the daylight, that’s all. Something to do, Pet.”

“You mean just go for a Sunday drive?”

Sike laughed, “Do people still do that? Yeah, I guess it is a Sunday drive; what do you say?”

“Sure, let's go.”

“That way you can say you’ve been to Glasgow and by the time we get to the city proper we can just spend our nights above ground. Maybe take in the ballet or something.”

Buffy‘s eyebrows shot up “The ballet?” she questioned.

“Well yeah, since you were into that whole figure skating thing when you were young. Ballet isn’t that far off, thought you might like it. Didn’t you tell me you took ballet when you were a kid? Or was that Dawn?”

“Who are you and what have you done with my railroad-spike-welding boyfriend?”

“So is that a ‘No’ to the ballet?” His expression was one of bemused confusion.

“You just surprised me. I never pictured you as the ballet type, like not ever.”

He shrugged, “Not exactly. I mean I can certainly appreciate the physicality of it all. It’s visual poetry. My Mum always enjoyed it, so did Drusilla, hell, even Angel. Used to be a good way to spend an evening. I just thought you might like it too, but look if it’s not—“

She watched him as he struggled to explain himself. She could tell he was trying to downplay the situation he’d put himself in and placed a hand on his arm, “We can check dates when we get back to the castle.”

“We can do anything you like, there are museums, concerts, the theater and lots of great architecture, even the cemeteries are something to see. We don’t have to go to the ballet—“

“Spike, I get it. We can definitely partake of some of the local culture,” she pulled him down for a kiss, “I love that you’re trying so hard, but you don’t have to—“

“I want to, Love. You see so much ugliness everyday, you deserve to see a few things that are as beautiful as you are.”

“Aww, Spike, that’s— wait— how long have you been working on that line?”

He grinned sheepishly, “Been sittin’ on it for a little while. Doesn’t make it any less true.”

****************

When they got back that night, the castle was quiet. All of the Level 4 girls were out on solo patrols and Faith had taken the Level 2 girls out on a training exercise. They had no more than set their bags down when they heard the unmistakable sound of crutches coming towards them from the kitchen.

“Hey Giles, I thought you’d be in bed already,” Buffy said but when she caught sight of his face she grew worried, “What happened?”

“I think we should all have a seat,” he turned back into the kitchen and sat down. Buffy and Spike sat across from him, “I got a call from Sheena’s parents this evening. Her older sister is missing.”

“Oh God.”

“Apparently she had gone out with some friends the other night, she was supposed to come home from University for a visit over the weekend. They thought she had just decided to stay over at a friend's but when she still hadn’t come home and hadn’t called like she usually does, they started calling around. No one has seen her since the night before last. They called here hoping she had come to visit Sheena.”

“Have you told her?”

“Her parents have asked me not to for the moment. They don’t want to worry her and are hoping she will turn up.”

“And what do you think?”

He set his glasses down on the table in front of him, and rubbed his eyes before answering, “I took the liberty of making a few calls of my own. There have been three local reports of bodies with neck trauma within the last few days, Faith took the girls to check them out. I asked her not to mention the missing girl. I was trying to wait up to hear something.”

Buffy nodded, “You should get some rest, we’ll stay up.”

“I’ll stay up, you need some sleep too, Pet.”

“Says the vampire who hasn’t slept since yesterday.”

“Pfft— this is nothing. Sheena’s a good kid.”

“You just like her because she paints your nails,” Buffy teased halfheartedly.

“Or maybe I let her paint my nails because I like her. Kid helps out with the dishes and all that. She also doesn’t treat me like I’m just the help or worse; The bloke shagging her beloved mentor.”

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose again, “Must you say it like that?”

"What, too subtle, Giles? What about screwing? Banging? Getting a leg over? Fu-"

"Yes THANK YOU that's quite enough," Giles held his head in his hands.

“Oh my God, Spike, I think you broke him…” a microscopic smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Oh please, like Anya and Xander weren’t infinitely worse. Call it payback for what you did to my blanket Rupert. Or should I say, on it?”

Buffy looked between the two of them, “Giles?”

“Ahh, well I— it was a matter of convenience you see.”

“Convenience? We’ve never done anything more than snog on anything of yours! There you go— couldn’t even wash the thing? Just hung it back up. That’s just uncouth, that is,” he grumbled.

“What are you— Ohh my God I just don’t even want to know— ” Buffy said, exasperated. She pointed sternly at Giles, “You bed, Spike and I will camp out in the living room. I want to know if Faith found anything on Sheena’s sister. Spike, you’re closer to Sheena, has she ever mentioned her sister’s name or given a description of her?”

“Sure, name’s Ruby. Five years older I think. Showed me a picture once, looks like Sheena. Ehh dark, sort of wavy hair. Likes The Clash, trying to get Sheena into ‘em. Can respect that. Sounds like a peach of a girl,” he said, tapping the table irritatedly, “I don’t like this…”

Buffy reached out, taking his hand. On the outside he was cool as could be, but the moment she took his hand she knew better. He was really worried about Ruby and Sheena. Of all of the younger girls, Sheena had been the one Spike had somewhat bonded with. Not that he was particularly close with any of them, but Sheena had helped him with routine jobs around the castle a few times. She was one of the only ones who treated him like just another guy. Not just a teacher or her mentor’s dangerously handsome undead lover. Sheena had treated him almost like a favorite uncle or something. It was a little like his relationship with Dawn, although not as close.

Spike stood up slowly and patted Buffy on the shoulder, “Come on, Pet. The couch awaits.”

“Hummm, cozy boyfriend snuggles and a movie?”

“Sure. I’ll grab some blood and a couple of beers. Want anything, Love?”

“I think there was a bag of gummy worms hidden in the top of the cupboard. Could definitely go for some of those if they haven’t devoured them yet.”

“You got it.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Soulmates (JJK x Reader) ☁️🔞💜

✨ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

✨ Genre: Angst, Breakup AU, Idol AU, Smut, fluff/romance

✨ Warnings: Breakup, crying kookie because that needs to be a warning, arguing, shouting, some mean things being said, safe sex because we wrap it up even if we’re sad friends, vanilla sex, it’s just basic lovemaking y’all what do you think this is, hopeless romantic Jungkook, jk is super bad expressing his feelings and kinda petty

✨ Summary: Jungkook always told you that you were his soulmate. But sometimes, soulmates aren’t meant to be, are they?

Jungkook had a nasty habit.

And it was that every time he thought he was right, he became selfish. And no, not in any cute kind of way. He would start to chase his own tail in a sense; completely blocking out any kind of other opinion than his on a topic. It lead to the shouting match you both had now; his voice considerably louder than usual, a whine to his tone that in no way was intended to be charming. No, the way he drawled out certain syllables was to only further make sure you knew how upset he was.

"What do you want me to do!" He yelled, looking at you with a gaze that you knew could easily guilt-trip you into giving in. But this time he needed to be an adult, you needed him to understand your side of the situation as well. "I can't just make everything disappear and make everyone forget my face." His eyes were still hard. "They'll figure it out anyways, I don't get why we have to hide it anyways!" He groans out, as you sigh, a headache incoming.

"Because it would be the end, Jungkook." You argue back, voice however in no way as loud and stern as his was. "I'm not telling you that you have to be an actor onstage, but I'm asking you to leave our problems and arguments Off-Stage Jungkook. Everyone on twitter got concerned why you were so serious during your stage!" You said. Because this had been the main issue at hand. He have had a concert just a few hours ago, but you weren't able to attend it. The reason had been that some staff members forgot to pick you up from the airport due to some problems that had come up last minute. You had been understanding, simply ending up taking a cab to yours and his shared apartment, watching his performance via livestream instead. He'd sounded upset over the phone, frustrated even, yet you had tried to reassure him that it wouldn't be his last- you would always be there the next. What did upset you however, was how he had been openly upset onstage about it. He seemed agitated, serious, and not his usual self, which had lead to not only his bandmates scolding him, but also you. You had simply asked him to remember that fans couldn't know what happened away from the cameras. They didn't know, and they had no hand in it either- he was being unfair by punishing them with his behavior. But his habit of growing hostile when critic got too personal blasted everything out of proportion, now ending in the situation you had in his kitchen.

"Well, I'm not gonna go up there and be all happy while I don't even know if you're safe!" He barks back. "You're just as important to me as the band, as my job, can't you appreciate that?" He whines, and your eyes become even more upset.

"Jungkook, I do appreciate it, but it's also what I'm scared of." You say, and he furrows his brows. "You can't do this Jungkook, please. I told you I can wait, I'll wait forever, but this is a limited time. I want you to enjoy it fully, without responsibilities, because they'll be there soon enough. I want you to be with your band 100%." You say, and he suddenly grows quiet.

"You sound like you're breaking up with me right now." He wonders across from you, his voice now eerily low and considerably less loud and angry. You can't look at him.

"I don't know if I should." You answer him, and his eyes suddenly widen a bit, glistening as the tip of his nose turns red. He's close to crying, you know it. But you have to do what's best.

"Don't." He says, hands balling into fists before he nervously wipes them down his sweatpants, suddenly on edge. He's always like this whenever he's unsure of what he's supposed to do. It's quite endearing, if it wasn't because of such a matter. "You- We'll find a solution, I shouldn't have, you know, gotten so upset-" He starts, but you shake your head.

"Please, let's just.. not." You mumble, and you still can't look up at him. "I'll uhm.. I'll sleep on the couch, okay? I try and be gone tomorrow morning." You say, and only now do you move, trying to get out of the kitchen, as he suddenly embraces you from behind, his large body shaking as he struggles to form a coherent sentence through his tears.

"No no I didn't mean it-" He apologizes, even though there is nothing there to say sorry for. "I'll be better, I'm sorry, I won't do it again-" He chokes out, but you hesitantly grab his hands, trying to unravel his arms around you. He holds on tight, like a toddler not wanting his mother to go and leave him alone. It somehow feels just as heartbreaking to you. "Don't go, I'm not letting you, please stay.." He begs, and it reminds you of a tamper tantrum your friends kid held in a store a few weeks back.

"Jungkook please, don't.. don't make it so hard." You say, trying to be brave but ultimately failing as you have to swallow hard to keep your own feelings locked. At least until you're alone. You finally manage to get out of his hold, as he stands before you, eyes red and cheeks wet with his tears as his bottom lip trembles visibly.

"Are- you serious?" He asks, voice higher in pitch as he struggles to keep it steady. "You'll leave me alone like that?" He almost accusingly says, and you sniffle.

"You're not alone Jungkook, you're never alone. You shouldn't even be here, you should be sleeping at the dorms like you used to. I'm just pulling you away from the band, and its not fair! I have no rights to do it, I'm being selfish, I'm now interfering with your work as well, Jungkook, don't tell me you're this blind." You say, as he looks at the floor, caught red handed.

Jungkook dries his nose on his sweater sleeve as he swallows. "I'll.. go and sleep at the dorms then. You uhm.. can take the bed." He mumbles, as you nod, even though you probably won't be able to. "Are you.. will you.." He starts, and you nod with a sad smile.

"My promise still stands." You say. "If you'll still want me then, I'll wait until this dream is over." You say. He nods, biting his lip as he grows unsure again. He doesn't know what to do, if he should hug you, or not, kiss you, or not, hell he doesn't even know if he can look at you now. So he simply nods again, shuffling away as you stay put, listening to him putting his shoes on, as the door shuts after he leaves.

Only then does it hit you.

And only then, do you let yourself cry, sob as you scream and fall to the ground, letting it out.

As he sits in the living room he once felt so familiar in, he notices how alienated he feels. It's awkward as Jimin and Suga look at him, unsure what they should say. Only now does Namjoon come into the room, surprised to see the youngest. "What's going on?" He asks, and Taehyung gives a bottle of water to Jungkook, as the youngest mumbles his answer.

"We broke up." He says, and everyone seems to grow sad at it. They really liked you, even though everyone had been wary at first; you had proven to them however, that you were genuinely in love with Jeon Jungkook, and not only the Jungkook of BTS that made headlines if he only did as much as sneeze in public. His money didn't matter to you and neither did his fame- yet they had all feared this outcome. "She said uhm.. she doesn't want to interfere with my work so.."

Suga nods at this, and sighs. "Mature choice." He says. "Shows she cares about you." He concludes, as Jimin seems to want to argue. Jungkook shrugs. "But I think a lot of it came from you." He speaks, as he looks at the youngest, who furrows his brows. "Think about it. It was your choice to spend your time at your private apartment rather than here so you could be with her. You get upset when she doesn't text you, and fuss over her if she gets hurt." He explains, as Jungkook suddenly feels as if he's being scolded again, huffing as he slids into the couch with frustration. "But that's who you are; you invest yourself 100% if you find something that makes you happy." Yoongi puts his phone away.

"That's totally helping, hyung." He grumbles out, as Jimin throws one leg over the other.

"I think what he's trying to say is that you have to find a good balance." Hoseok says as he sits down as well. "You always give it your all, and thats great, but it wont work long-term. Split your time equally, make space for a piece of everything instead of trying to carry it all at once." Jungkook sighs, as he feels his eyes sting again.

"Well, doesn't matter anyways." He huffs out, as his voice chokes up again. "Guess at least PD-Nim will be happy." He grits out before he begins to cry again, everyone at loss on how to comfort the youngest of the group.

Jimin chimed in at that, gently scolding the youngest. "Now thats unfair." He says. "He's not gonna be happy over you being upset Jungkookie." He scolds, and Jungkook looks down at his hands in his lap.

He knows hes being petty and childish right now. He knows things like these happen. He knows that you love him, and that you're probably just as upset as he was.

But he was heartbroken as well.

And he hates it.

It takes him a while to figure it out.

It takes him to break down during a concert in front of thousands as he realizes its the first ever since your breakup; as he remembers that no, this time he won't go home to his own apartment but he'll share a room again. He won't be rubbing his sweaty hair teasingly on your neck to hear you laugh and yell at him to stop. He won't be getting to hold you through the night after he'd made sure you both felt close and satisfied before he'd fall asleep with you.

It takes for him to cover a heartfelt song with your name on the tip of his tongue, making fans fawn over the emotional tune in his voice as he let's go of his pent up feelings through the only thing he knows he's good at; music.

But he eventually figures it out.

BTS is granted a small hiatus, a moment to breathe, as he immediately knows what he wants to do with the time he'd been gifted. He visits his parents, tells them about you and his plans, and feels even more motivated as he finally returns home into his private apartment, previously owned by him and you. He wonders how many nights you'd fallen asleep in front of the TV waiting for his live concerts to be shown. He sits down, grabbing his phone, as he calls your number, secretly wondering if you've changed it.

You didn't.

Nothing is being said at first, until he speaks. "Hey."

"Hey." You answer, unsure.

"I've made time now." He says, and you sigh on the other side of the line, saying his name as you're ready to argue, before he stops you. "No no no not like that, aish.." He runs a hand over his face, hair longer now as he thinks about what to say next. "Long term. I.. Yoongi-hyung said that I'm merely growing up, and that that includes changing, but-" He starts, and his voice is a bit raspy from slight overuse from recording another cover earlier that day. "I wanna grow up with you, not away from you. I wanna change, but I want to change right next to you I-" He stutters a bit as he grows nervous. "I don't want to wait until this dream ends Y/N.." He says, throat closing up as he thinks about how you maybe changed your mind. He can't give up like this, though. "I want to live this dream with you." He finishes, and its quiet for a moment. Until he hears you sniffling.

"You're stupid." You say, and start to laugh as he does too.

"Where are you right now?" He asks, and you sniffle again before you can answer.

"Crying at Hangang bridge, what about you?" You chuckle, and he smiles at no one in particular.

"Can you.. Can I pick you up?" He wonders, picking at the ends of his sweatpants' strings. You agree, and he gets up immediately, grabbing his jacket, a mask, and his cap as a disguise.

The door hits the wall with a loud noise, making Jungkook hiss a bit as he's a bit startled by the noise, before he simply resumes in kissing you feverishly, not caring much about any damage might done as he closes it shut behind him. He slips out of his shoes and picks you up with ease after you've discarded yours as well, stumbling a bit with you in his arms as he laughs on the way into his bedroom, your arms safely around his neck in fear he could drop you.

He'd never.

He makes sure your back meets the mattress softly as you both shuffle out of your jackets, his cap meeting the floor somewhere as he unhooks the mask from behind his ears, the fabric having been moved to rest under his chin anyways, simply to be able to kiss you silly. He shrugs off his coat as his hands help you to throw your shirt over your head, his body crawling over yours as his hands move over your skin. He's in heaven, absolutely insane for your touch as your cold hands slip under his oversized carhartt shirt. He wonders for a moment how he could ever make it work without you, without your presence, your touch, your love and care for him. He's happy he doesn't have to, glad he was able to pull you back towards him, as he leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, carefully cupping your breasts until he unhooks your bra, helping you discard the piece of underwear before he places a few kisses on their bare skin as well, relishing in the feeling of them, warm and soft in his palms.

"I love you so much." He mumbles onto your skin as if to tattoo the words underneath it, to keep them safe inside your flesh never to be forgotten by you.

"I love you more." You humm against his lips as his meet yours, his grin making his eyes crinkle at the sides as he helps you get him and you out of the rest of your clothes. He moves away for a moment to get a condom, before he jumps back on the bed in a manner that's almost too childish considering what you're about to do, but somehow it's so undeniably Jungkook that you simply laugh, closing your eyes as your head falls into the wrinkled bedsheets below.

"Impossible." He answers a little late, as he slips on the safety over his length, kissing you again as he carefully slips inside you, breathing out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your warmth around him. "You feel like home." He humms out, a rough grunt escaping him as he begins to move his hips, years of dancing experience making it easy for him to find a rhythm perfect for you both. You still smile.

"You're so cheesy." You huff out, as you look at him, his hair falling downwards as your hand instinctively reaches for the back of his head, pulling him onto your lips again, hooked on his taste as he needily bites your lower lip, sucessfully opening your lips to grant him access. A younger, more innocent version of him would've thought of this sloppy and intimate way of kissing as weird and maybe even gross, but his current version couldn't care less. He'd do anything to feel close to you.

So he doesn't care that your juices make your bodies slippery, that his sweat starts to collect on his temples, or that the sheets underneath you two would probably have to be washed. It doesn't matter, because he's with you, he's holding you' he's inside you- nothing could make him stop now.

When he reaches his climax, spiling into the condom inside you, he reaches between you two, inked hand finding your most sensitive spot as he eagerly moves his fingers over it, making your whine and whimper as you come undone as well, clenching around his sensitive cock as he breathes heavily, letting his head rest on your shoulder as you both take a moment to collect yourselves.

He laughs after a moment, slipping out of you with a slight hiss at the sensitivity, before he heavily rolls onto his side, taking a deep breath before he groggily heaves himself into a sitting position, discarding the condom before he flicks on the bathroom light with a click, the sound of gushing water soon filling the apartment as he filled the bathtub with warm water, carefully opening a drawer where some of the bathsalts and soaps were kept, before he puts some in, gentle smell meeting his nose as he smiles softly. He tucks some of his hair behind his ear as he steps back into the bedroom, corners of his mouth still turned upwards as he spots you still laid out on his bed. "Come on, let's take a bath, yeah?" He humms, as you smile sleepily, letting him carry you into the bathroom where he sits you down in the tub, returning into the room after he'd put the sheets into the hamper in the bathroom, and put new ones onto the bed, ready for when you both would return.

He steps into the tub, sitting behind you as he leans back against the cold tiles, you in his arms as he sighs. "I mean it, you know." He says as takes the loofah from the side, gently moving it over your arms as he carefully cleans your skin. "I'll balance it out better. I promise-" He says, as he moves your hair away from your neck over your shoulder, kissing the top of your other. "I'll be better. I promise." He concludes, before you move, turning around as you return his soft gesture, moving the soapy sponge over his skin as well as he watches you with fond eyes.

"Okay." You say, and almost laugh as his eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hair as he grins, moving forwards to hug you tight, uncaring for a moment that the water slightly spills off the sides, making him look at it in surprise for a second, before you both laugh as he lathers your face in sloppy kisses.

"Thank you!" He repeats. "Thank you- thank you- You won't regret it, I'll be good, promise!" He says, and you smile at him.

You know he's gonna keep his promise.

You're happily chewing on your snack Jungkook had bought you earlier, as your head rests on the crook of his neck, your legs thrown over his lap as you sit on his thigh, his hands clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard as he adjusts some stuff. He'd invited you to spend some time with him at the studio, only if you wanted to of course, and he did tell you it would probably be boring. You disagreed, even now- sure, you weren't doing anything, but it was interesting to see him produce songs. He clicks to save his project, before he shuts down his computer, leaning back in his chair as he groans, head falling backwards. "Done?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Not quite, but I shouldn't be working anyways." He says, as he pulls his phone out of his jean pocket, checking something before he playfully slaps the side of your bottom. "Alright, up up, we have a camper van to pick up and some bags to carry love." He exclaims, and you smile. He'd decided after a bit of brainstorming to take you on a small trip to jeju Island, having managed to get in contact with some people to be granted access to a more private campsite, so he could spend his small trip as safe as possible with you. He'd post any picture of the scenery and him later, after the trip- he knew how easily his fans could pin point where he was from past experience.

As he locks the door of his studio, he walks down the hallway with your hand in his, mindlessly, as if it's second nature for him to hold it anywhere he goes with you. Its charming, how he doesn't even notice he's doing it anymore.

He even opens the car door for you while he talks, again not noticing it at all as he simply continues what he's doing, driving you both to your now officially shared apartment. He'd had a talk with his bandmates about him and the dorm life- and they had all agreed that it was okay if he wanted to move in with you. As long as he'd spend enough time with them to not end up growing apart again, they were fine with it. After all, he was growing up, and that also meant for him to grow more independent.

He put the bags into the back of his car, a rented Palisade, as he drove you both to the airport, the plane you both board taking you to Jeju in a mere hour. A cab takes you two to the rental service where the campervan was already waiting for you two. He smiles as he moves everything into the van, thanking the guy providing some explanations on how things work, before he sits in the drivers' seat, you climbing in beside him on the passenger seat. He grins for a moment before he turns on the engine, driving off as you smile as well.

You don't know how the future is gonna go for the two of you. You're sure this wasn't the last hurdle you would be facing, but you're more sure than ever that you would manage it somehow. You'll make it work. You know that.

Because at the end of the day, you're still his soulmate. And they'll always find a way to be together.

Thank you for reading everyone, and please stay safe and healthy!

Love, Bonny. (C)2020 Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not repost, translate, or edit my content. Thank you very much.