#But things immediately went back to normal and I kept drawing on him

[eebie]

my friends choose the worst times to send me my old discord messages dude last night one of them sent the entire onceler x gloves fic I wrote when I was 15 ( that shit is actually BAD and I felt uncomfortable reading it again, idk how I didn't writing it ) and my buddy sees my expression so he reaches over and is like What are you looking at lol, starts reading it out loud and his smile slowly fades As does the funny voice he was doing until he just stops and hands my phone back. MORTIFYING

[rafesproperty]

Rafe Cameron x Reader GF <3

Rafe with a girlfriend that loves to read. He doesn’t get it. Really. But he’d do anything to make his girl happy. ❤️‍🩹

Just Rafe being disgustingly sweet and spoiling reader…

I wanna make a part 2 where he finds out about annotating cuz that scenario is just hillarious to me 😭 lmk if you want it!

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“Hey, baby,” Rafe mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his voice was still rough, his hair messy and his eyes barely open as he reached for your coffee and took a sip. You were staying at Tannyhill for a while because his dad was on some family trip with Sarah and Rose.

You chuckled and reached for your coffee, snatching it from his hand. “Morning.”

He started to make coffee for himself as well, you’d normally admire his back in the white shirt he was wearing, but you were almost finished with your book so you kept reading, eyes glued to the page. Rafe noticed and looked over his shoulder at you. “Wheezie’s still sleeping?” His eyes trailed down to the table, one singular book laying there but a bunch of mini colorful papers and pens laying around it. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed there was no notebook tho. Weird.

“Mhm,” you gave a quick nod, clearly more focused on the text in your book than on him. “Made you some waffles.” You added and kept reading the page quickly. Suddenly you let out a gasp.

“What?” Rafe quickly turned around, his flight fight or fight mode on immediately. Then he let out a frustrated groan when he realised why you gasped and he leaned against the table, flexing his arms (not happy that you didn’t even look), and sneaking a glance at the page.

“Oh, my fucking God. I need to know the rest.” You let out a tortured moan and looked up at him, suddenly realising you were not alone and that your very much judgy boyfriend was staring at you. You felt your cheeks flush. “Sorry, um… it just… was intense is all.” You closed the book shut, avoiding eye contact with him.

Rafe grinned. “You’re so weird.” He mumbled and ran a hand through your hair. “So, so weird it actually makes you cute as fuck.” He whispered as he leaned down to you, you closed your eyes and purred softly at his touch. He smirked, satisfied that he finally got your attention.

You chuckled at his comment, looking up at him. You knew Rafe didn’t get it. He was very much reality-oriented and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to force him to read a book if his life depended on it. Yours maybe… but you’d probably die anyway. Plus there was no way he’d ever find the time in his schedule to read something. He was either taking care of business or spent all his free time with you and you only, and intended to keep it that way.

He went back to making coffee and you pulled out your phone, looking up the next book in the series you were currently reading. The thing is it was still a fresh release and everyone loved this series so it was sold out everywhere, hard to get and if a store had it they put an insane price on it, knowing some people would buy it anyway.

“30 fucking dollars for a paperback? Fucking assholes.” You slammed your phone down and Rafe turned around, giving you a look of genuine confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He had no idea what a paperback means, or how much books even cost. Thirty dollars sounded normal to him… cheap even.

“What’s wrong? Baby 30 bucks would be insane even for a hardcover.”

“A what?”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking ridiculous. They put a big price on it because they know people want it and some people will buy it but I-“

“I’ll get it for you.” Rafe stopped your rant and sat down next to you with his coffee and the waffles you made earlier.

“What? No, Rafey, no. It’s so fucking expensive.”

He genuinely grinned at your statement. “Baby, it’s 30 bucks.” He rested his hand on your knee, drawing little circles with his thumb, trying to ease your mood. He was still sleepy, normally you’d admire how pretty he looked with his hair all messy and eyes puffy.

“No. That’s not the point. It’s too much for a book. Baby a paperback is usually around 10 dollars.”

“So?”

You groaned. Oh how you wanted to rant to someone about how stupid it was, but of course Rafe didn’t understand. Where was Wheezie when you needed her?

Rafe grabbed your phone and checked the location of the bookstore. You both ate your waffles and chatted about some other things for a while. He eventually got up. “Get dressed, we’ll go get it.”

“Rafey it’s really okay-“

“Shut upppp,” it was his turn to groan in annoyance now and you chuckled at his expression. “Wanna make you happy baby, I don’t give a fuck if it costs a thousand. Get dressed.”

There was no arguing with Rafe once he made up his mind. You were on his bike within a few minutes, holding on to him as he parked in front of the bookstore. He grabbed your waist as he led you inside, holding you close to him — it was a thing he did whenever you went to public together.

You immediately knew where to look for the book you wanted, but your eyes lingered on some new releases on your way over to the fantasy isle anyway, remembering you wanted some of them.

Rafe followed closely behind, texting Barry back on his phone about something.

There were two girls standing next to the fantasy isle and you heard them rant about how overpriced this specific book is and how unfair it is. You really couldn’t agree more. You reached for it and sighed. “Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw the price. Not thirty, but thirty fucking two.

“Right?!” One of the girls looked at you, obviously also pissed off. “I mean, how greedy can they get.” She ranted.

“Yeah I threw a tantrum when I saw how much it is this morning.” You laughed and she laughed as well, the other girl adding in her own complaining and you were chatting about it for a while, talking about the events of the first book in the series. Rafe was behind you for a while but he got annoyed with Barrys shit over the phone so he found a chair to sit on and let you talk to the girls.

“Right, um, I’ll get going.” You eventually said to the girls when you noticed Rafe was now just scrolling on his phone. You didn’t really wanna keep him waiting.

“Wait you’re actually buying it?!”

“Um,” you let out a nervous laugh, “yeah, well, no… my um, boyfriend’s getting it for me.” You admitted, you didn’t want to brag but you also didn’t want to say you’re getting it and take the credit for something he’s paying for.

“Oh wow, lucky.” One of the girls smiled, sneaking a glance at him. You could tell just from the look in her eyes that she found Rafe scary. Most people did.

“I’m jealous,” the other whispered, whether about your boyfriend or the book was not clear. You smiled and said your goodbye, and went over to Rafe who was now on his feet, leaning against the wall.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you only came back with that one book. “Did you fucking read the whole thing already?”

“What do you mean?” You grinned, ignoring his grumpiness.

“I thought you were picking shit. What were you doing?”

“Oh no, I was chatting with some girls. Sorry. They also had a lot to say about the pricing.” You smiled at him apologetically.

“Well yeah, but go pick more books.” He said annoyed. He didn’t really mind waiting for you but he didn’t understand why you only grabbed one.

“No, baby, this one’s already overpriced as fuck I don’t wanna-“

“For Gods sake Y/N, we’re already here. Get more. Wanna spoil you baby.” He brushed his finger against your cheek and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him and tried to hide your blush.

“Okay, alright. Can you—“

“Mhm,” he knew what you were asking immediately and grabbed the one you already had so you can go look at some more.

You were walking around the isles, checking out a bunch of books. You’d lie if you said you didn’t want almost every single one. As you were reading the back of some modern romance Rafe appeared behind you, he came closer to you and put one hand next to your head, leaning against you. You could feel his breath at the back of your neck and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Isn’t that just about sex?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, not noticing that the girls you were chatting to earlier were standing next to you and Rafe.

He seemed genuinely confused. “Why’d you read about it when we can do it?”

“Rafe,” you laughed again and turned around to face him, giving him a look, blushing when you noticed there were other people too.

“What? I’m serious. Bet I can make you feel better than some words on paper.” He brushed his hand against your back and you felt your whole body tense up… that is until you heard the girls next to you giggle.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled, embarassment evident in your face. But Rafe just smirked, always eager to make you flustered.

“Besides,” you added, putting the book back, “you’d be surprised what a few words on paper can do to you.”

He gave you a susprised look, “Seriously?”

“Yeah where do you think I learned all my tricks?” You said jokingly and he grinned as well.

“Dunno, you were pretty innocent before I corrupted your pretty mind.” He mumbled next to your ear and nibbled at the skin of your exposed neck, softly kissing a mark. His mark.

Rafe smirked when he noticed the way your body reacted by leaning closer to him, and reached over you to grab the book you placed back. “So we’re buying it?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow. You were obviously intrigued by it, he thought.

“It doesn’t sound that interesting,” obvious lie, “’m gonna look for something else.”

“Get something else and this as well?”

“No, Rafey, books can get-“ but he just rolled his eyes and held it next to the first book you picked. Already made up his mind.

You knew he’d just get it no matter what you said. “Wait, it’s a sequel, can you—“ You looked up, not only was this store overpriced as fuck but they obviously also had zero respect for small people.

“Hm, here,” he leaned even closer, brushing his lips against your ear, trapping you a little, your back pressed against the bookshelf. “Which one?” He teased you with a smirk, his fingers brushing your hair aside to make the marks he left there the other day visible, his breath brushing over them.

Then he got the book you pointed at, leaving you shivering just a bit more. “Needing me so bad for everything…” he murmured happily.

Rafe figured quickly that you’d act all humble the whole time. You always picked up a book, read the back, smiled at it… and put it back. Every. Damn. Time. And after an hour of him waiting you had the audacity to come to him with only two books. He didn’t say anything, just got up, grabbed them from your hands and made his way to the cashier.

“Hey, princess, hold this for me.” He handed you the four books as he wanted to reach into his pocket for his wallet on the way. You took the books without questioning him, and he quickly grabbed most of the books he noticed you were checking earlier. He also grabbed the better ones, the ones that were more expensive… hardbacks? That’s what you called it, right? So quickly you didn’t even really get the chance to protest.

“Rafe-“

“Shut it,” he growled and this was the first time today he didn’t say that in a joking manner.

So you did.

“Everything alright, sir?” The cashier asked. Rafe gave her a quick nod and noticed they had some snacks — mostly chocolates — there. So he grabbed a few and added that to the pile of books.

He waited for the cashier to finish her job when you suddenly realised something.

“Rafe, wait.” You mumbled and ran off. He didn’t really understand but you came back with one more book a second later. He didn’t mind at all. Tho it didn’t really seem like your style, compared to all the other books… this one was colorful and seemed like some rom-com high school bullshit, but he didn’t question you.

“Your total’s $273, sir…”

You felt your body freeze. “Rafe you don’t-“

But he already pulled out his card without blinking an eye. “Told you to shut it.” He whispered and grabbed the bags with your books and threw his free arm around you, leading you out of the store.

He let out a sigh when you both exited the store and you were afraid for a second that it was because it really was too expensive.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

Fuck.

“The worst sugar baby ever.” He added and gave you a relaxed smile.

Oh… that’s what he meant. You felt relief as you smiled at him as well, laughing at his nickname for you.

“Thank you, baby.” You mumbled and wrapped your arms around his waist as you both made your way to his bike.

“Mhm, anything for you. Anytime.” He kissed the top of your head and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Wheezie was already up when you both returned to Tannyhill. She was excited to see all the books you got so you sat down on a couch with her and showed her everything, telling her about each one. Rafe didn’t really care… plus all the fantasy terms started to give him a headache so he minded his own business, dealing with something on his phone again, occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

“Oh yeah, this one’s for you. I knew you wanted it.”

That caught his attention. He looked up from his phone and saw Wheezies eyes sparkle as she flipped through the book you picked for her. He felt his heart warm up. You really were thinking of his little sister too… He’s so going you wife you up one day. Probably soon.

He sneaked his arm around your waist and squeezed you gently, thanking you.

[beom-s-author]

txt reactions- they are jealous

choi soobin

- You were sitting with Soobin in the practice room. While the guys were practicing their dance for the new album, Soobin and you were sitting next to each other and chatting. Your laughter could be heard from even the farthest corner. You were showing Soobin videos of your nephew on your phone. It was a video taken at your house. Your nephew was running around the house with one of your clothes on his head. While you were watching, a message came from upstairs. It was your best friend Jaesung. It was obvious that Soobin and he weren’t getting along very well, but of course you were still seeing Jaesung. After Jaesung sent you a message asking if you had any plans, Soobin stood up. “I didn’t know he was still texting you.” You slowly stood up as well. “He’s my friend, of course I text him and he texts me. I thought we were over that.” Soobin took a deep breath at what you said. “Let’s talk about this later. This isn’t the best timing right now.” He left you there alone and walked away.

choi yeonjun

It was a normal morning. After you and Yeonjun had done the shopping for the house, you were waiting at the cash register to pay. Of course, you and him had made yourselves unrecognizable with your masks, hats, and coats. Yeonjun was holding out his bags for you to put your purchases in. While Yeonjun was paying, you were dragging your belongings to the door and trying to take them away. At that moment, a man approached you and offered to take the bags. Just as you were about to decline his offer, Yeonjun quickly walked over to you and held your hand. “There’s someone who can help her. Please go now.” You could swear that this was the first time you’d ever seen Yeonjun this angry. You continued to walk home slowly. When you got home, Yeonjun was acting cold towards you. “Hey, are you okay?” When Yeonjun nodded, you went over to him. “You’re not thinking about what happened there, are you?” You looked at Yeonjun with those eyes that he could never resist and Yeonjun immediately softened. He shook your hand with his. “Of course. Now let’s put our purchases away.”

choi beomgyu

There were tons of things you could do together with Beomgyu. You could watch a movie or draw. Maybe he could play his guitar for you. But you decided to put on your jackets and go to a rink that was out of the way. You took the skates, put them on, and put on your helmets. You and Beomgyu started skating while smiling at each other. Beomgyu was a little talented at things like that compared to you. The slippery ground under your feet made you nervous. You kept holding on to the railings on the side with your hands. You were scared but you tried not to show it. As time passed, you got looser and started skating until you fell down with a thud. You grabbed the hand that was reaching to pick you up from the ground. Because you thought it was Beomgyu. When you saw a cute boy with blue hair in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed. Then Beomgyu ran to you. “Baby, are you okay?” You nodded at Beomgyu’s words and held his hand. Beomgyu felt different when he saw the boy. “Who was that?” “I don’t know, the thought just appeared next to me. I thought it was you and held your hand.” Beomgyu exhaled and looked at you. “I’m sorry.. It felt like you were alone, but please don’t do it again.. sometimes I can get jealous even if I don’t want to.”

kang taehyun

you were planning on having a typical Sunday, until you ran into your ex-boyfriend. You and Taehyun went to the cat cafe as you always did. You enjoyed petting the fluffy animals that came to the tables. Even though your drinks got hairy, you still enjoyed it. You picked up a cat and gave your phone to Taehyun to take a picture. When you took a few steps back, you bumped into your ex-boyfriend. The cat escaped from your lap, but Taehyun ran to him when you held his shoulder. Your ex-boyfriend turned to you and said, "Are you okay?" You confirmed it with Taehyun's arrival. You were left confused with Taehyun, who looked at your ex boyfriend and scared him, but Taehyun was still soft and calm as before when you got home. So you didn't mind it. But asked. "Why did you get jealous?" "Jealous,me? You are lying." You chuckled. "Okay, then. Maybe I understood wrong." Taehyun sighs. "A bit."

kamal hueningkai

It didn’t seem normal for your boyfriend to be jealous of you. You were living together at your house. You invited 3 of your friends from college to meet him. 2 of them were girls and 1 was a guy. You never thought Hueningkai would be jealous. You all sat together and played board games. You were divided into 2 teams. Suho always said he wanted to team up with you. You had good chemistry during group games. Hueningkai slowly backed away. He usually watched you. Hours had passed by the time you realized this. When your friends went home, you went with Hueningkai. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Hueningkai raised his head when he heard you call him. “Nothing, I guess I was just bored.” “I’m sorry. I guess I upset you.” He smiled as he hugged Hueningkai. “It’s okay. I’d be happier if you just played with me.”

[nights-legacy]

M'not Avoiding Him ~ Tsu'tey x reader

Main Masterlist ~ Avatar Masterlist

3350 words Warnings: vague mentions of injury + The Omaticaya begin recovering and rebuilding after the sky people left under the guidance of their new Olo'eyktan, Tsu'tey. Jake and you had gone through the transfer ceremony, you both start finding your place in the clan. You thought yours was going to be next to Tsu'tey because of how close you two had gotten close but that changed when you catch him with another woman.

It took a while for things to settle down after the great war and the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. The Omaticaya had to find a new home, the other clans returning to theirs, and the full transition to the new Olo'eyktan. Tsu'tey was taking the new position with stride. Not only because he had been training for this but also he had the help and support of Moat, Neytiri, Jake, and I.

Over that time and after Jake and I were permanently transferred to our Navi bodies With much reluctance, Tsu'tey had become accepting of us. He and Jake of course still butt heads but that will never change. Tsu'tey and I however grew closer. He seemed to really enjoy my company.

"Thank you, Ninat. I'll make sure Tsu'tey gets this." I held the bag of items that she asked me to deliver. I walked through the newly constructed village. It was nice to see the people getting back to their normal way of life. I made it to the Olo'eyktan's meeting marui. When I noticed a meeting going on inside, I walked over to a nearby branch and lounged on it.

"Hey Y/N!" I looked up and saw Jake walking my way. Behind him, many others exited the marui.

"Hi Jake. Meeting over?"

"Yeah. You could have come in. I doubt Tsu'tey would have said anything." He leant against the tree. I shrugged. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Tsu'tey asked Ninat for something. I'm delivering them for her." I said, motioning to the bag.

"Well, you can go on in. I got to meet Norm. Bye." He waved as he ran off. I got up and walked towards the entrance to the hut. I paused when I saw Tsu'tey and sighed. He was picking up a few things that were scattered. He then stood up straight and looked over something. From here it looked like a child's drawing. A rare soft smile came across his face. I smiled as a warm feeling came over me. It was crazy how small things can fill my heart.

"Cute." I mumbled. I was about to step forward when I saw a woman come into view. Tsu'tey's smile disappeared as he turned towards her. I couldn't see his face anymore. 

I couldn't hear them but I could tell by the woman's body language and facial expression that she was flirting. I watched silently as she got more and more friendly. Tsu'tey didn't seem to react much. I felt my heart constrict at the sight. When she stepped in even closer, I immediately turned away when she went to wrap her arms around him.

"Nope, nope, nope." I walk back down the path a bit. I took a big breath to calm myself down. "You don't know what was going on. It could be nothing. Don't jump to conclusions." I talked myself down while clutching the bag to my chest. Once calmed down, I slowly walk back up and towards the hut. To avoid seeing them like that again, I call out Tsu'tey's name.

"In here. Come in, eylan." He answered before I heard him quietly speak to the woman. I heard something along the lines of 'you need to go.' I walked in and the woman walked past me in a huff. "How can I help you, eylan?" He looked up at the time.

"I have the things from Ninat you asked for." I took the bag off my shoulder. He reached out and took it from me, his hand brushing over mine.

"Thank you." He smiled and turned to set the bag aside. "I didn't see you at the meeting. Was something wrong?"

"No I was just getting back from an evening flight and Mo’at asked for help then Ninat caught me."

"Oh, very well. I'm glad there wasn't anything wrong." He said sincerely. I nod and look away from him. I kept seeing the other woman hanging off him. "Is something the matter?"

"No, I'm just hungry."

"Oh, well." He grabbed the bag. "Let us head to dinner." 

"Okay."

After that evening, I sorta avoided Tsu'tey. I had started to notice the woman around him more. I decided to keep my distance. The things I normally help Tsu'tey with, I made excuses to not do. Everytime I could see the confusion on his face but he never said anything. But Neytiri did.

"Why?" She said out of the blue as she and Jake sat down next to me.

"Hmm?" I looked up at her. "Why what?"

"Why are you avoiding Tsu'tey?" Jake asked.

"M’not avoiding him. I've just been busy and can't help him like I normally do."

"Uh huh. Yeah." Jake said almost sarcastically. The looks they were both giving me told me they didn't believe me. I signed and looked back at my snack. I spaced out a little until Jake snapped to get my attention.

"It's really nothing guys. I swear." I got up. I brushed off my lap. "Don't worry about it." I walked away. I didn't mention that I had noticed Tsu'tey nearby.

I groaned as I walked towards Tsutey's hut. Mo’at had asked me to go ask him to come see her. She couldn't go see him herself because she was extremely busy. I couldn't say no to her and I had a feeling Jake or Neytiri had something to do with this.

"Sneaky little shits." I mumbled as I climbed up the tree to his home. I made it up and stepped in. Normally Tsu'tey never has anyone in his home. This time I was wrong. I gasped when I saw the woman wrapped Tsu'tey. He was backed up against the wall with his hands on her waist. Both of their eyes shot towards me.

"Y/N..." Tsu’tey's face twisted as he pushed her away. "Please listen. I..." I didn't let him finish before running out. I jumped and climbed down from the tree. I took off running in a random direction. I could feel my heart break as I ran.

Tsu'tey was following. and calling for me to stop. I didn't listen, I couldn't. If there was one thing I was grateful for Neytiri teaching me at this moment, it was how to run and disappear into the trees. I could hear him getting closer and I moved faster. Silently, I slip behind a boulder near a cliff edge and stay still.

"Y/N!" Tsu'tey came into the clearing and slowed to a stop. I could hear him turn in circles, looking around for me. "Y/N! Please! If you can hear me, it wasn't what you think. That woman does not mean anything to my heart."

"hmm?" I made a small sound of confusion before covering my mouth.

"I don't have any feelings for her! What you saw in my home, I did not return. She has no respect for boundaries no matter how many times I have refused her advances. My heart only and ever will belong... to you." He said quietly but I could hear it. If this were a human male, I would call bullshit. But with Navi men, most don't believe in playing around. 

"Tsu'tey..." My heart told me to go to him but my head was too overwhelmed, too confused.

"Ga!" He yelled in frustration. I heard the sound of flesh against a tree so I assumed he had hit one. Too overwhelmed and still in doubt by the whole thing, I stepped back to sneak away. I didn't get too far before I felt the ground give way under my feet.

"Ah!" I screamed as I fell. I tried to grab onto something but came up with nothing.

"Y/N!" Tsutey's panicked voice was the last thing I heard before pain exploded in my body before I was knocked out.

3rd POV

Tsu'tey ran over to the cliff and saw Y/N unconscious at the bottom. He let out a cry before descending down to then. With shaky hands he checked them over to assess the situation. When Y/N didn't look in danger of fatality, he relaxed a bit. He closed his eyes and took a centering breaker.

"Oh Eywa..." He muttered before carefully picking them up. Before anything else, he ran for Mo’at's hut. "Mo’at!"

"Dear Eywa!" She jumped and nearly dropped the bowl of oitment she was holding, spooked. She looked at him annoyed before seeing Y/N in their state. She motioned to a mat. "Lay them down."

"Yes." He quickly and gently laid them down. Mo’at immediately began attending to them. "A cliff gave way under her feet."

"I see." She nodded. She worked quickly and efficiently. Tsu'tey sat on the side, never leaving and never looking away. He kept vigilance over Y/N even after Mo’at had finished and stepped out.

Y/N's POV

The feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair woke me up. I groaned softly and their fingers paused for only a minute before continuing. I opened my eyes and looked up at the blurry figure above me. When my vision cleared, I realized it was Neytiri and my head was in her lap.

"Neytiri..." I sighed. "What happened?"

"A cliff's edge gave way under your feet." She explained. "Tsu'tey found and brought you to my  Mother immediately."

"Oh, Okay. Yeah, I remember that now." I muttered as the ache in my body made itself known.

"You know... He hasn't left your side since." I looked up at her confused. She motioned to the side with her head. I looked and saw Tsu'tey asleep against the wall next to me.

"Oh..." I felt my heart swell.

"There is nothing between them, eylan." I looked up at her. "Tsu'tey and Lulon."

"There isn't? Nothing at all?" I sat up too quickly. She steadied me.

"No. Much to her displeasure." I gave her a questioning look and she chuckled softly. "Lulon has been trying to pursue Tsu'tey ever since they both were able to take mates. She was relentless with it, even though Tsu'tey did not return her advances. She tried even when he was to be mated with Sylwanin and then myself. She didn't care nor listen to reason. She only halted her advances when the fight with the sky people got worse."

"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded. "She's a bitch."

"I have to agree." She laughed. "Tsu'tey was always cordeil in his denial of her. I think she thought she had a chance now since he was not promised to anyone. What she didn't count on was his heart already belonging to someone else." She smirked before getting up.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Mother. So she can check to make sure you are alright now that you're awake." I nodded and she left. I turned to look at the sleeping Tsu'tey. He must have been exhausted if Neytiri and mine's talking didn't wake him up. I admired him, my head falling to the side like a puppy’s.

"What am I going to do with you?" I whispered as I moved a braid out of his face. I giggled as his nose scrunched but he didn’t wake. It faded away when I noticed his bruised and bloody hand. From the looks of it, that's the hand he hit the tree with before I fell. I scooted closer and gently shook him. I softly called his name, trying to wake him up.

"Hmph." He jolted awake, hand coming up to grab my wrist. He blinked a few times before he seemed to fully come to.

"Hey there sleepy head." I giggled softly. He became alert immediately, grabbing me gently by the arms.

"Y/N! Are you alright? Are you in pain? I'll go get Mo’at. I'll..."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." I interrupted his rambling, setting my hands on his chest. "I'm fine. I do have some aches. Neytiri already left to get Mo’at."

"Neytiri?"

"Yes. She was in here sitting with me while you slept." He relaxed.

"How long have you been awake?" 

"Only a short bit. Long enough for Neytiri to tell me about Lulon and her actions." He sighed and let his head fall back.

"I see." He nodded before swallowing a little hard and licking his bottom lip. I looked at him confused.

"What is it, Tsu'tey?" 

"Did you hear me? Yesterday? Before you fell." He asked almost nervously as his eyes met mine. I smiled and cupped his cheek.

"Yes. I did." He looked down. I can see the curiosity and nervousness swimming in his eyes even as he wasn’t looking directly at me. "And my response is that I feel the same. My heart only belongs to you."

"Y/N." The rare, energetic smile I love came across his face as he looked up at me. He gathered me in his arms and hugged me right. I giggled and hugged him back. "Oh, yawne. You've made me the happiest man alive. You will not regret this I promise."

"I know. I know I made the right choice in my mate." I placed my hand over his heart. "I see you, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan. " He set his hand over mine and set his forehead against mine.

"And I see you, Y/N L/N." We sat in each other's embrace for a little bit before a small knock filled the air. We both looked to see Mo’at in the opening to the hut with a small smile.

"I hope I am not interpreting."

"No. Come in. This is your space after all." Tsu'tey waved her in. She came in and I pulled away reluctantly to let her check me over. It was quiet for the moment. She deemed me okay and to take it easy. I nodded and she asked, "So, do I need to begin Tsahik training?"

"Oh um..." I blushed and looked at Tsu'tey for help.

"In time, Mo’at. For now, let us spend time together and become One. There is time for that later. I know from personal experience that Y/N is a quick study." He took my hand and kissed my palm. I could see Mo’at hiding a smile in my peripheral vision.

"Of course." She finished up before looking at us. "I am happy for you both.Truly. Eywa has blessed you both."

"Thank you Mo'at." I said before giving the seeing gesture. She returned before giving Tsu'tey a hard look.

"Now sit. Let me see that hand of yours you refuse to let me look at in all your worrying." She    pointed at the mat. I giggled as his ears fell back like a scolded child. He gave me a half hearted pointed Look and I covered my mouth still giggling.

"Yes Tsahik." He moved over and gave her his injured hand. I moved to sit on my knees behind him. I kissed his shoulder before setting my chin there, resting my body against his back and loosely Wrapping an arm around him. He froze up for only a second before relaxing into me, holding his free arm over mine. 

"They're cute." I heard a muffled Jake say from somewhere outside.

"Jake!" Neytiri hissing and a loud smack followed. I chuckled and Mo’at rolled her eyes.

"Just like children ..." She muttered.

"Hey! I heard that!"

"Jake!" Another smack sound.

"Ow! Damn!" Jake fell into the doorway of the hut. I saw him glare at someone who I suspected was Neytiri before looking at us. He smiled sheepishly with a little wave. "Hiya."

"Skxawng" Tsu'tey muttered before turning to nose at my cheek. I smiled wrapped my other arm around his shoulders. 

"I was rooting for you two from the very beginning." He sat up before moving onto a knee.

"Jake..." I chuckled and shook my head. He smiled cheekily before he was grabbed by his kuru. I saw Neytiri lean into view and smile.

"Congratulations." She bowed her head with an I see you before pulling on Jake's kuru.

"GA! Okay okay. I'm coming." Jake flailed a bit as she pulled him back. He stumbled to his feet and disappeared from sight. I heard Mo’at grumble.

“Just like a child.” She shook her head as she finished Tsu’tey’s hand. She stood up and grabbed a leaf wrap to cover the wounds. “There you are. Now let it heal before doing anything too stressful on that hand. I trust you can keep him in check, Y/N.”

“Of course Tsahik.” I stood up and so did Tsu’tey. Bidding goodbye to Mo’at, we walked out of the marui. We walked through the trees in silence. Tsu’tey reached out and set his hand on my hip, pulling me closer to him. 

“Yawne. I cannot express how happy you’ve made me feel.”

“I think I know a way.” I said while stopping. He stopped and turned to look at me. He gave me a questioning look as I felt his hand spread out on my hip. 

“How Yawne?” He asked.

“Like this.” I reached up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He froze up for a second before kissing me back. His arms wrapped around me. One around my waist while the other wrapped around my mid-back and he reached up to cup the back of my head as the kiss deepened. 

“I see what you mean, Yawne.” He says as he pulls back. We were both panting slightly. He ducked down to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss and deepened the kiss. Tsu’tey pushed me back a little and I felt the bark of a tree against my back. We made out for a few minutes against the tree until an exaggerated gasp interrupted us. We both pulled away to see Lulon standing there. 

“What is this?!” She nearly screeched. 

“This is a kiss between lovers. I am aware that the concept of lovers is foreign to you but I would appreciate it if you stop bothering Tsu’tey with your obsessive crush. He has let you down nicely so I am here to tell you bluntly. He does not feel the same nor has he ever felt the same.” I said. She looked at me offended while I could feel Tsu’tey looking at me in surprise. 

“I cannot believe…” She started.

“Believe it. If you bother my future mate again, we will have problems. You should have respected it when you Ole’eyktan when he turned you down.” I said. She paled a little and looked between us. She nodded and quickly disappeared into the trees.

“Future mate?” I blushed heavily at the suggestive tone of Tsu’tey’s voice. I turned and hit his chest.

“Shut up.” I muttered. He laughed wholeheartedly and I admired the rare sight. He slowly stopped and smiled down at me. 

“Well as your future mate, I appreciate getting Lulon to leave me alone…finally. Do you know how long I have tried to deter her? She doesn’t know boundaries.” He began to rant. I watched, chucking a bit. He paused when he heard me chuckle.

“Jake has rubbed off on you a little bit.” I said. His nose scrunched up a bit with disgust before his shoulders dropped.

“Maybe a small amount.” He said. I smiled and grabbed his hand. 

“Come on. I think we both need some more rest.”

“I agree.” He pulls me along a trail. We walked for a while before he guided me to a secluded small pond. On the side of the pond was mat and some baskets. “This is a spot where I come to be alone or clear my head. I want to share this spot with you.”

“Thank you, Tsu’tey.” He went over and sat on the mat, beckoning me over. I go over and sit next to him. I feel his tail wrap around my hips and he lays down. 

“Come, lay down.” He gently urges. 

“The tough warrior, acting so gentle right now.” I tease before laying down and settling down next to him. He shook his hand before he took my hand and let out a breath of content. 

“Let Ewya bless us with a wonderous life.” He said softly before kissing my hand. The sounds of the wildlife and gentle breeze around us seemed to promise just that.

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The Devil Dances With A Smile

Chapter Two

He can't kill you. He can't bring himself to lay a hand on you. So, he falls for you instead (its a shame his employer really wants you dead)

Hitman!Max x reader

Chapter One

The teachers lounge was rarely a good place to nap. Somebody was always yapping about something. On any day but today, that would have been Max. Yapping at Charles, who would yap back. 

Today, though, he was far too tired to yap. He laid his head down on the table, his energy drink forgotten in front of him. The teachers lounge was the only place he could enjoy his much needed energy drinks, especially if he didn't want the kids to see. 

"You look like shit," Charles muttered as he joined him, sipping his coffee. 

Max looked up only to glare. He quickly laid his head back onto the table and shut his eyes. 

"Jim and Sass keep you up again?" 

Oh, that was right. Back when he and Charles first started their jobs, Jimmy and Sassy were his excuse for everything. It was better that way, though. If Charles knew what he was really doing, he'd never look at him the same way. 

"Just let me sleep, Charlie," Max mumbled through a yawn. 

Leaning back, Charles sipped his coffee, but he said nothing more. He kept his eye fixed on Max, just watching him. When the bell went, he woke Max up. Snapped his fingers in front of his face to make him just a little more alert and sent him in the direction of his classroom. 

Mac moved through the day like a zombie. He barely got through it, his only aid being the red bull he kept hidden in his thermos. 

The thing about Max was that he hated coffee. Last night had been a charade; he hid every grimace behind what he hoped was a charming smile. When you topped him up for a second cup, he guessed that it worked. 

Still, he wouldn't be ordering another from you. But he would be going back. Research, he told himself. To find out why somebody would want you killed. Were you really that bad a person? So bad that somebody was willing to pay a lot of money to see you dead at his hands? He just couldn't see it. 

The school day came and went as it always did. Max stayed behind and tidied his classrooms. Put the text books back on the shelves and picked up paper left behind by the students. 

A drawing. He knew immediately which student had done it. A talented artist who had spent the lesson drawing him and Mr Leclerc from history locking lips. 

Chuckling to himself, Max shoved the drawing into his drawer. He grabbed his bag, the Red Bull disguised in his coffee thermos, and headed out. 

Max had never dreaded going to his second job before, not since his first day. But tonight? Tonight was different. 

For the first time ever, he hadn't completed the job. 

He moved slowly as he got himself showered and changed, making dinner for himself and feeding the cats. Jimmy and Sassy fussed around his legs, and Max took his time to give them attention, putting off the inevitable. 

Christian was gonna have his ass. 

Tying his shoelaces took longer than normal, but that was because he was stopping every few seconds to give his cats kisses. “I love you both,” he assured them, running his hand along Jimmy's back and up his tail. “If daddy doesn't make it home, uncle Charles is gonna take care of you, okay?” 

He swallowed the lump in his throat and headed out the door. 

Never before had Max wished for traffic. Never before had he wished for his commute to his second job to take longer than the usual twenty minutes. 

But it felt all too soon that he pulled into his parking space. He sat there for several minutes, making sure he had everything that he needed. Keys, wallet, phone. All already in his pocket. Convenient. 

He forced his brain to think up the worst that Christian could say and do as he walked towards his office. Shoot him dead was the worst he could do, tell him he's fired was the worst he could say. 

Max sucked in a breath. He pushed down the handle and opened the door, letting himself into the office. If he was a weaker man, his legs would have been buckling as he approached the desk. 

"Your target is still alive."

Max nodded as he sucked in a breath. "I know," he said. "But she's tricky," he finished. 

Christian blinked at him. "She's a waitress," he replied. "Can't you shoot her dead when she's behind the counter?" 

A sigh left his lips. "Just trust me, Christian, it's not that simple. She's got colleagues and customers, people  that care about her. I can't just kill her there; I've got to gain her trust first." 

Christian levelled him with a look. Unimpressed, but accepting. "Fine. Just get it done," he said and sent Max on his way. 

He couldn't keep putting it off, he thought as he drove towards the café. He immediately spotted you, clearing the tables by the window. He watched you pause and look out across the lamp lit street. 

Climbing out of the car, Max started towards the café. His mouth was dry as the bell above the door rang, signalling his arrival. 

You looked up as the bell rang, a smile splitting across your face. "Well hey, stranger," you said, your grin widening. Any more and your face would have hurt. 

"Nice to see you again," Max said as he slipped into the nearest seat. 

You leaned against the table. It wasn't like you were trying to flirt, trying so hard to appeal to him. But it was working. Your pretty eyes, your pretty smile. He could have stayed here all day staring at you. 

You took his order, just a coffee. But you threw in a pastry for him, a treat, on the house. 

For the first hour, Max sat there. As much as he wanted to talk to you, you were too busy working him to give him the attention that he wanted. But you met his eye, gave him a warm smile as you cleaned the rest  of the cafe. 

Finally, you leaned against the table once again, your palm flat as you angled your body towards him. "So, what? Are you stalking me or something?" 

For a moment, Max panicked. But then you laughed and his entire body relaxed. "It's not every night you meet a pretty girl in a dingy café," he replied and your cheeks heated up. The little 'no offense' he added at the end was so endearing, you couldn't help but slip into the seat. 

Max was easy to talk to, but you knew that from the day before. He showed you pictures of his cats, telling you all about them until you got called into the kitchen to run food. 

As soon as table 43 had their food, you returned to Max's table. "I still don't get what you're doing here," you said to him, not bothering to sit down this time. You only had five minutes left on the clock. "You're a teacher, a local one. You don't get the train anywhere, so why are you here?" 

His face was bright red and he pushed his hair back, swallowing. "The first time, I was just looking for something to drink. I came in today because I wanted to see you," he confessed, scratching at the back of his neck. 

You checked your watch. "Let me clock out, and then you can walk me to the bus stop again." 

Before you could walk away, before you could get changed and walk back towards him, Max grabbed your arm. Your immediate instincts had you quickly pulling out of his grip and taking two steps back. 

Max dropped his hand. He didn’t say anything, didn’t call out your behaviour. Instead, he fished his car keys from his jacket pocket. “Or I could drive you home, if you like.”

He didn’t drive you home that night. But he did walk you to the bus stop again. You stood closer to him than you would to any of your other customers. “I want to take you out at some point,” he said, staring down at you. The bus was pulling up, he only had a few seconds. “On a date.”

You didn’t gasp, you weren’t surprised. But your cheeks still heated up. “Tomorrow,” you said and smoothed down his jacket. “We’ll arrange it tomorrow.”

Max watched as you stepped onto the bus and paid for your ticket. He watched as you sat somewhere near the back. 

As soon as the bus pulled away, Max headed back towards the car. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, swiping his thumb across the screen to answer it. “Soon, Christian,” he said, before Christian had the chance to say anything to him. “She’ll be dead soon.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he climbed into the car. 

Christian paused for a moment. An anxiety inducing moment. ‘Lando is gonna take on the job’, that was what he was ready for him to say. “Our employer wants her dead within the next two weeks. Get on with it.”

The call ended and Max dropped his phone onto the centre console. A sigh left his lips and he began to drive, heading in the direction of the bus. There weren’t many occasions that called for Max to tail a bus, and it wasn’t all that easy. Every time the bus stopped at a stop, he parked where he could until the bus moved on. 

But then you got off of the bus and began your walk. As you got off of the bus, Max parked his car and climbed out. He followed you, ducking behind bins and bushes. You didn’t turn around, had no idea you were being followed. 

You weren’t expecting any sort of danger. Maybe it made you naive. You had no idea of the danger you were in. Max kept following you until you made it to your apartment complex. The sun was rising, the streets no longer dark. 

You were in so much danger, so much fucking danger. Max swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, he knew that much.

a/n: part two! it actually feels so good to be working on a series again. for those that don't know, i'm currently working on a lestappen werewolf series (that i hope to have posted in the next week) so keep an eye out for that!

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Live a Little (pt. 2) ➵ Chris Sturniolo

part 1!

summary: chris tries to make you skip classes again, but this time, you don't cave.

The next day, you arrived at school feeling the weight of yesterday’s events. The thrill of sneaking away with Chris Sturniolo had been exhilarating, but a nagging voice in the back of your mind kept reminding you that you had responsibilities. When the bell rang, you made your way to your locker, determined to stick to your routine and not let Chris’s charm distract you again.

As you shoved your books into your backpack, you felt a familiar presence behind you. “Hey,” Chris said, leaning against the locker with that same mischievous grin that made your heart race.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but your heart skipped a beat.

“About yesterday…” He stepped closer, his voice low and teasing. “You wanna ditch class again? I’ve got some ideas for how we could spend the time.”

You felt a rush of temptation, but you shook your head, crossing your arms defensively. “I can’t, Chris. I have a ton of homework and college applications to think about. I can’t just skip out like you do.”

His expression shifted, a mix of disappointment and determination flickering in his eyes. “Come on. It’s senior year. You’re supposed to live a little!”

“I am living!” you protested, frustration bubbling up. “Just not the way you want me to. I have my goals, Chris. I can’t just throw that away.”

Chris’s face softened for a moment, and he looked genuinely taken aback. “So you’re saying you’d rather sit in class than spend time with me?”

“Yes,” you replied firmly, feeling a sense of pride in your conviction. “I would.”

For a second, the playful banter fell away, and the air between you thickened with tension. Chris studied you, and for a moment, you thought he might push harder. But instead, he shrugged it off, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. “Fine. If that’s how you feel.”

As you turned to leave, you felt a pang of regret. Was this really the end of whatever spark had ignited between you? You hoped not, but as the week progressed, Chris didn’t appear to be sulking for long.

However, as the day wore on, it became evident that something unusual was happening. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the atmosphere around the school was charged, a buzz of gossip trailing behind Chris’s every move. When lunch finally rolled around, you found yourself seated at your usual table, surrounded by friends who were animatedly discussing the latest news.

“Did you hear?” one of your friends exclaimed, leaning in conspiratorially. “Chris Sturniolo actually went to class today. Like, attended all of them!”

You raised an eyebrow, incredulous. “Are you serious? That’s not like him at all.”

“Right? He was actually in Chemistry and History! Apparently, he even took notes!” your friend continued, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What’s going on?”

You felt a strange mix of emotions—curiosity, excitement, and a hint of jealousy. Why was Chris suddenly so interested in class?

As if on cue, Chris walked into the cafeteria, his head held high, looking utterly unfazed. He spotted you almost immediately, a playful grin spreading across his face. He weaved through the crowded tables, drawing attention from students who were whispering among themselves, their gazes shifting between him and the spot beside you.

“Hey, there you are,” Chris said, plopping down next to you as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The chatter around the cafeteria quieted for a moment, and you could feel the eyes on both of you.

“Word on the street is you’ve turned over a new leaf,” you said, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, a nonchalant smile still playing on his lips. “I figured if I want to spend time with someone like you, I should probably show a little effort.” His eyes glimmered with mischief, and your heart raced at the implication.

Before you could respond, the lunch lady passed by, a look of shock crossing her face when she spotted Chris. “Sturniolo? You in here? Attending lunch and class? Is the world ending?”

Laughter erupted from nearby tables, and Chris shot her a charming smile. “Just trying to keep things interesting, Mrs. Carter.”

Your heart sank and soared at the same time. It was surreal seeing Chris—someone so notorious for his carefree attitude—actually participating in school, and it was all because of you. The realization hit you hard: he was trying to impress you, and that made your stomach flutter.

“Wow, you really are serious about this,” you said, half-jokingly, trying to play it cool.

“Absolutely,” Chris said, leaning closer, his voice low and serious. “I want to be where you are, doing what you’re doing.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, you felt the heat rising to your cheeks as Chris reached out, brushing his fingers against yours, and suddenly, the cafeteria was just the two of you.

“Just wait until you see my skills in Calculus,” he added with a wink, breaking the momentary silence that had enveloped you.

For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to imagine how different things could be. Chris Sturniolo—known for skipping classes and causing chaos—actually sitting next to you, focusing on the lessons, taking notes, sharing moments that had once seemed reserved for your daydreams. It was exciting, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once.

The following day, you walked into your first-period class, and there he was—sitting in the back, looking slightly out of place but undeniably confident. You blinked in disbelief. Had Chris Sturniolo really decided to attend class?

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, taking a seat next to him.

He leaned back casually, a smirk on his face. “What? You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun without me, did you?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “This is a shock. You’ve actually come to class.”

“Yeah, well,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his voice, “I figured if I want to be around you, I need to actually show up. I’m not interested in any other girl.”

Your heart raced at his declaration, but you tried to play it cool. “You’re going to ruin your reputation.”

Chris shrugged, unbothered. “Reputation? Who cares? I want to be where you are. Besides, I’ve heard you’re the best at explaining things. I might need a tutor.”

As the teacher droned on, you couldn’t help but glance over at Chris, who was now pretending to take notes but occasionally sneaked glances your way, a grin plastered on his face. The rest of the class whispered among themselves, shock rippling through the room at the sight of him actually participating.

The next day, he was there again. And the day after that. It became almost a routine. Every class you attended, Chris showed up. He was hardly ever serious, cracking jokes and making the teachers shake their heads in disbelief, but he was there. He wanted to be next to you, and you felt a mix of confusion and excitement.

By the end of the week, students began to notice. Rumors spread that Chris was trying to win you over. The girls who had once swooned over him now looked on with envy as he dedicated his time to sitting next to you, laughing at your jokes and keeping you engaged during lectures.

One day, after a particularly chaotic Chemistry class, Chris caught you in the hallway. “So, how do you feel about my newfound dedication?” he asked, leaning against the wall with a cocky grin.

You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. “It’s surprising, to say the least.”

“I told you, I’m not interested in anyone else. I want you,” he said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “I know I can be a pain sometimes, but I’m trying to show you that I can be more than just the guy who skips class.”

You felt your heart flutter at his earnestness. “Why the sudden change?” you asked, still trying to understand his motives.

Chris stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Because I realized I don’t want to miss out on you. I get that you have your plans and goals, and I respect that. But I also want to be a part of your life, however that looks.”

For a moment, you were speechless, caught off guard by his sincerity. Chris Sturniolo was notorious for his carefree attitude, and yet here he was, trying to show you he was serious about this. You wanted to believe him, but you also knew how different he was from your world.

“Okay,” you said finally, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’ll admit it’s nice having you around. Just… don’t make me regret it.”

Chris’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “Deal. But I can’t promise I won’t still be a little ridiculous.”

You chuckled, your heart lightening. As the weeks wore on, you found yourself growing closer to him in ways you hadn’t anticipated. It was a mix of excitement and fear, but one thing was clear—Chris was here to stay, and for the first time in a long time, your future felt like an adventure worth embracing.

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[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • III

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 5.4k

General fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Three - One of Us is Broken Glass (EDITED 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-yelled, furrowing my brows at him in distaste.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, kneeling in front of me again with an expression filled with fear and distress.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled a bit too loudly as the door below us rattled once more.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah's intense gaze locked onto mine as he begged, “Just this once Y/N.”

I hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave in to Noah's desperate request. His hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me towards him. With complete desperation, Noah kissed me intensely.

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NOAH

My earbuds blasted music as I strolled along the sidewalk, glancing at the houses Y/N and I had passed by earlier. A few of them still had lights on despite the late hour, so I kept walking until I reached a cul de sac lined with townhouses. Putting on a ski mask and pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt, I adjusted my backpack straps and began scoping out each house, searching for a potential target. My eyes eventually landed on one with a dimly lit living room and the sound of a cat meowing at the door. Normally, I would avoid houses with lights on, but something about this one drew me in. Was it the cat? I've always been a sucker for felines.

As I approached the front door, I scanned for any security cameras while listening to the cat's cries from inside. When I confirmed that no one was home, and it was just the cat waiting for its owner, I knew I hit the jackpot.

Sighing to myself, I accepted that this was the house I had chosen for tonight's target. Maybe I could take a few minutes to pet the cat before the guilt sets in. Unzipping my backpack, I retrieved my metal tools and got to work on picking the lock. With my phone in hand, I timed myself to see how quickly I could do it; it was the only way to make this mundane task somewhat enjoyable.

Using a tension wrench and pick, I twisted and turned, feeling for the springs and listening for the pins to drop into place. It took some trial and error, but after twenty-eight seconds, the lock clicked open and I stepped inside.

The cat greeted me immediately with loud purring and winding itself between my legs. Kneeling down, I scratched behind its ears as I flipped through its collar with my covered fingers. The cat was large, with an orange-gray coat and white markings that swirled around its

As I stroked the orange cat, I couldn't help but smile at the name - Juice. The cat purred loudly, enjoying the attention. I stood up, knowing I had to get to work quickly. Grabbing my flashlight from my bag, I made my way into the living room. As I went to turn off the lamp to avoid drawing attention, my eyes wandered over the walls adorned with various band posters against the light green paint. My gaze stopped on the sleep token poster above the couch, bringing memories of Y/N's smiling face flooding back into my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I made my way through the first floor of the house, scanning each room for a bathroom, and searching for valuable medications that I could sell for a profit. The guest bathroom offered no luck, so I decided to head upstairs.

The stairs creaked under my weight as I ascended to the second floor, and once I reached the landing, I spotted another bathroom and eagerly opened its medicine cabinet. My heart raced with excitement as I saw various prescription bottles inside: Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup containing Dextromethorphan. This was my lucky day, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Stuffing the bottles into my bag, I moved through the hallway towards the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me, meowing loudly at my every step. I tried to shush him, but he remained persistent in his demands for attention.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I was hit with a familiar scent of perfume. It took me a moment to place where I had smelled it before.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around, trying to figure out where to start searching; until my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. I walked closer, and my heart sank at the sight of a woman's smiling face in each photo.

It was her house - Y/N's house.

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the houses I could have broken into, it had to be hers. Whatever sick strings fate was trying to pull, it’s turned the one good thing that’s happened to me, into a twisted game.

Feeling guilty and scared of being caught, I quickly scanned her room for any valuables before turning to leave. But just as I was about to make my escape, I heard someone opening the front door. Panic surged through me as I fought to think of an escape plan, and my hand instinctively covered my mouth, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Juice?”

It was her. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I heard Y/N's footsteps fade towards the kitchen and took this as my cue to make a move. Every step I took across the room was accompanied by a loud creaking sound, and I cursed myself for not being more stealthy. She must have heard me; there's no way I could make it to the bathroom now.

Juice watched me with curious eyes from the corner of the room, but it was too quiet downstairs, and I knew Y/N was listening. Suddenly, Juice's head snapped towards the door at the sound of Y/N's muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart raced as he ran out of the room, leaving me alone and anxious. I quickly slid behind the closet door, peering between the cracks.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat. Y/N screamed before her laughter echoed through the house.

"Jesus Christ, cat! You scared the shit out of me!" she exclaimed.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

Juice came back into the room and landed on the bed, staring at the closet with wide eyes. As soon as Y/N entered, I knew I had to get out of there.

"What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is full," she said, shaking her head as she pulled off her sweater. This was my chance to escape.

I carefully slid out from behind the closet door while her back was turned. But just as I was about to pass by her, she threw her sweater into the hamper and turned around. In a moment of panic, I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with my hand to stop any screams.

She struggled against me but I held onto her tightly.

Why didn't I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, hoping she would see that I meant no harm.

But tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered, looking back and forth between my masked face and the gun in my waistband.

Of course, she would be afraid.

I was a masked vigilante with a gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said softly, my voice trembling. I knew I had to run as soon as I let go of her. She would never know it was me, and everything would be okay because I could just delete her number and never see her again...right?

Y/N's body trembled in my arms as I held her tightly. Even though I squeezed her for comfort, I knew she was far from being soothed.

"I'm going to leave, and you're going to let me. Got it?" I stated firmly, taking a deep breath before closing my eyes and preparing myself to leave this house forever.

"Please don't make a scene," I added, releasing my grip on her body slightly. As I began to step away, Y/N turned around and kicked me with all the strength she had.

"Fuck!" I cried out, doubling over in pain and protecting myself with my hands. As I tried to recover, Y/N fled the room. I knew I had to follow her; there was no way I could escape without her knowing what happened.

"You fucking creep! You followed me!" Y/N yelled, her voice dripping with anger as she pointed a knife at me when I finally exited the room. ""You're a lowlife piece of shit! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass…Noah."

I locked eyes with her, feeling a wave of shame wash over me as she spoke my name with complete disdain. How did she know it was me? My clothes were different and none of my tattoos were visible.

My body shook with pain and I hunched over, leaning on her door for support.

"Please, Y/N, don't call the cops," I begged desperately.

"Why shouldn't I call the cops?" she screamed back at me, tears streaming down her face. She reached for her phone and began to dial 9-1-1, causing my stomach to drop even further in fear. I couldn't get caught - I had too much at stake.

I pleaded once more, but Y/N pressed the button and I could hear the faint ringing of the operator on the other end. Panic set in and my hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked into my waistband. Y/N's face went pale as she noticed the weapon, her lips trembling in terror. I had never seen anyone so afraid before - not even the woman from our job weeks ago.

"Hang up," I managed to whisper through dry lips. "Y/N, hang up please."

But it was too late - Y/N had already spiralled into a panic attack, gasping for air. We sat there in silence until we heard loud knocks on the front door.

"This is LAPD!"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, frantically thinking of a plan. Usually, if you call 9-1-1 and then don't answer their call back, they send someone to check on your location to make sure you're okay. But I didn't expect them to come this quickly.

Y/N looked between me and the door, wiping away smeared lipstick from her face. Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze landed on her lips and the smeared lipstick. If only we had been making out... Wait a minute. If we were passionately kissing and she accidentally called 9-1-1, it would explain everything. I quickly removed my sweater and tank top to make it look like we had been getting intimate.

Please play along Y/N, please.

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Y/N

I pulled away from Noah, trying to catch my breath as I noticed the lipstick smudged on his lips. His request was so outrageous that I couldn't help but scoff at him.

"Come answer the door with me and pretend we were just making out," he pleaded, his doe-like eyes pleading with mine. "I'll tell you everything about myself if you do this for me."

I hesitated for a moment, before nodding quickly and allowing Noah to take my hand and lead me down the stairs. He held onto my belt loop as we approached the door, opening it to reveal a uniformed man standing there.

"Hi officer?" Noah said in a confused tone, panting heavily as if we had just been in the middle of a passionate make-out session.

"Evening," the man replied, his eyes darting between us in concern.

Noah pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me, while I played along by giving the officer a puzzled look and placing my hand on Noah's chest with false admiration.

"We received a call from this location and wanted to check in to make sure everything is alright," the officer explained, eyeing us both suspiciously. Noah must have sensed it, because he pulled me even closer and I rested my head against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Despite everything that had happened between us, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, an undeniable chemistry between us.

The officer scanned my lips before turning to study Noah's face, analyzing our deception.

"Oh really? That's odd," Noah furrowed his brows and looked down at me. I chimed in, reaching into my pockets for my phone.

"I didn't call anyone," I said,"I must have butt-dialled while you were...pushing me against the wall," I whispered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the officer to hear.

Noah's lips curled into a sly smile and he even winked at the officer. "I was away on a trip for two weeks, you know how it is."

The officer coughed awkwardly and began to look away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a good night."

"We will," Noah gave him a breathy laugh.

I apologized to the officer as I pulled Noah away from the door and closed it behind us. Noah let out a breath of relief, his tense muscles relaxing.

I took a few steps back, still wary of him.

"Okay, now get your shit and go," I demanded, glaring at him. "I never want to see you again." I wiped my lips, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on me just minutes ago, his mark staining my body.

"Please, let me explain," Noah pleaded, holding out his hands and taking a step closer to me. I could see the genuine concern in his eyes and it made my walls start to crumble. But I couldn't let myself trust him again so easily, so I took another step back.

"Fine," I conceded with a sigh. "You have five minutes. And put your shirt on, it's weird that you're standing here half-naked."

I led the way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, motioning for him to join me when he came back down the stairs.

Noah sat as far away from me as possible, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. We sat in silence, both feeling a sense of deja vu after our earlier encounter in the park; this time was different though.

"So," Noah began, looking at the carpet.

"So," I echoed, watching him cautiously, "you didn’t strike me as a professional criminal."

"That's what makes me good at it, I suppose." A small laugh escaped Noah's lips before he stifled it. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know you don't believe me, but I didn't follow you," Noah said, covering his face with his hands. "The odds are astronomical, Y/N. I genuinely have no idea how I ended up at your house instead of any other one in the neighbourhood."

"Then why did you choose this house?" I asked, raising an accusative eyebrow.

Noah shrugged, "I don't know. There's no method to it. I saw your light on and heard your cat, and chose it. That's all."

"Sure," I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest, "maybe one day you'll admit that you're actually a stalker."

"No," Noah shook his head, "are you even listening to me?"

He sat up straight and leaned over his knees, staring intensely at me. "I swear on anything- God, Satan, whoever you want- that I had no idea this was your house.

“Even over the dead bodies of my parents."

His eyes bore into mine as he spoke and I felt a lump form in my throat. The pain in his expression made my heart ache.

"You have dead parents too?" I asked quietly, the tension in the room dissipated, filling with a sense of knowing.

Noah licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. He snapped his gaze away from me and slumped back over his knees, staring at the floor.

"My mom died of cancer," he began, "and my dad couldn't handle it so he killed himself. I was only twelve years old, but luckily my best friends took me in. They're like brothers to me."

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him. It suddenly made sense why he didn't say sorry when I told him about my own parents' death in the park. He knew that apologies wouldn't change anything and sympathy would just feel like pity, especially in this situation.

"So why were you in my house in the first place?"

Noah avoided my gaze, clearly ashamed of his actions. "Stealing, larceny, thievery - whatever you want to call it. It's one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets besides dealing drugs."

"So you're a burglar," I said, nodding and forcing a smile. "You really know how to pick 'em, Y/N," I mumbled under my breath, finding some humour in the situation.

"I wouldn't be doing this if we didn't have to," Noah replied, sinking back into the couch with his tattooed neck on display. "We owe a lot of money to a dangerous man, and this is our only way to keep up with his demands."

"Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my attempt not to stare at the intricate snake design on his neck.

Noah closed his eyes. "I can't tell you for your safety."

I let out a dry laugh. "My safety was gone as soon as I offered you to sit on my couch."

"Touché," Noah chuckled. "But that's one thing I won't disclose."

"How long have you been...doing this?" I watched him closely as he turned his head.

"Long enough," he answered cryptically.

"How long, Noah? If that's even your real name."

He raised an eyebrow. "It is. Noah Sebastian, if you want to be specific. My friend Jolly always referred to it as "the grand fuck up," and it all started when I was fourteen. Since then, we've been paying off our debt every month.”

"And what exactly is 'the grand fuck up'?" I asked, noticing the letters on Noah's knuckles for the first time as he ran his thumb over them.

"It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man and join the pact," Noah explained, his eyes fixated on the letters. "I stole an expensive car without knowing it had something valuable in it. The car belonged to a notorious criminal who caught us, giving us two choices: death or working for him. We chose to work off our debt and be free once it's paid off."

"Who is included in 'we'?" I inquired.

"My three friends and me," Noah replied with guilt evident in his voice. "I screwed us all over, and it's been seven years of nothing changing."

Noah closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears and the guilt that consumed him. My heart softened, wanting to comfort him and take away his pain.

"What does your tattoo say?" I asked, shifting the topic.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly. "Bad omens."

"Bad omens?" I repeated.

He moved closer to me and held out his hands for me to see. Without thinking, I took his hands in mine and studied the words etched onto his skin.

"An omen is a sign of things to come," Noah explained, watching my fingers trace over the letters. "But everything that comes our way seems to be bad."

"That's no way to live," I shook my head, turning sideways on the couch to face him.

"I've always lived that way," Noah shrugged, giving a small smile.

My heart ached at his words, reminding me of my former self stuck in a cycle of hopelessness and despair. A year ago, I would have said the same thing if someone had talked to me about possibilities and starting fresh. But I had worked hard to leave that behind and create a new life for myself. It was possible, but Noah was still trapped in his never-ending cycle, unable to see any glimmer of hope or change.

“I don’t even feel real anymore unless I’m in pain,” He confided, the agony evident in his voice catching me off guard. “It's not like I enjoy this cycle of suffering, but it's become my norm. I don't know how to function without it.”

Noah scoffed and looked away, trying to distract from his words. “Sometimes I wish I could just give up. Maybe then I'll see my dad again.”

My chest clenched at his words and I sat up on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “What keeps you going?” I prodded, intrigued by this mysterious man.

“My brothers. I have to fix things for them and make up for what I've done.”

“And after that? What then?” I pressed, completely invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah fell silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but we sat in silence once again, the only sound coming from the soft ticking of the living room clock. Juice had emerged from hiding and cautiously made his way into the living room. He let out a small meow and jumped onto the couch next to Noah. After sniffing him, he rubbed his head against Noah's sleeve.

“I don't know,” he finally whispered in a despondent tone, raising his hand to gently pet Juice's fur. The hair on my arms stood up as I watched Juice melt into Noah's touch - immediately accepting him and showing him love.

“You look like you could use a hug,” I surprised myself with the offer, standing up and opening my arms to invite Noah into my personal space.

He looked at me with surprise, asking "Huh?"

"Come here," I motioned for him to stand up, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction.

Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

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NOAH

Y/N's arms were a haven, comforting me with her gentle embrace. Her fingers ran through my hair, unearthing deep-seated memories as she held onto me.

It was hard to believe that just an hour ago, everything had been a chaotic mess. Yet here I was, crying in this woman's arms. I didn't deserve such kindness, especially after invading her privacy and trust like I did.

I hadn't opened up to anyone in a long time. My only family were Ruffilo, Folio, and Jolly; they were the only ones who saw my pain. But Y/N's touch had broken down all of my walls, causing me to completely shatter. It was baffling how someone I had only met less than 24 hours ago could have such power over me. Yet here I was, vulnerable and exposed in her embrace.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

My anxiety must have been visible on my face when I saw the messages because Y/N noticed and asked, "Where do you live? Can I at least give you a ride home?"

I shook my head, "It's fine, I can walk."

But when Y/N checked the time and saw that it was three in the morning, she insisted, "Noah, it's not safe for you to walk alone at this hour."

I almost scoffed at her concern, but instead placed a hand on her shoulder and reassured her, "Y/N, I'll be okay."

She made a frustrated face and pouted her lips, which for some reason sent my heart racing.

"Noah," she marched towards the front door and grabbed her keys while slipping on cow-shaped slippers. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Let's go pretty boy."

"I'll walk," I said firmly, putting my phone back in my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again and glared at me, causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. What is happening to me?

"You look cute when you're angry."

Y/N opened the door and pointed outside. "You think I'm cute when I'm angry? Then I'll be fucking gorgeous if you're not in my car in two seconds," she seethed.

I raised my hands in surrender and chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

We squeezed into her small silver Chevy Spark and I joked about its size. "Could you have gotten a smaller car?"

She turned up the heat before fiddling with the music, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I must say I didn't expect to have an over 6-foot-tall thief in my passenger seat."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she had a valid point. The guilt gnawed at me once again. Y/N pressed play and the song blared through the small speakers. She turned to me and asked for the address.

"If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, that's where we're headed."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked at me. "Wait, you actually live near there?" Her expression crumpled in sympathy when I nodded. But I refused to accept her pity. We lived in that rundown motel, but it was still better than nothing.

She drove out of the driveway and towards our destination while one of us listened to the song blasting through the car speakers, its lyrics piercing my ears.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I gazed out the car window, taking in the rows of illuminated houses and streetlights as they passed by. Exhaustion weighed down my body, but I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Jolly was going to have a fit when I got home - especially now that I had dragged someone else into this mess and failed a job. Just another checkmark on the list of my screw-ups. And to top it off, I had nothing to show for all the trouble I went through.

But then my mind snapped back to reality as I remembered my backpack - the one with the gun inside. The one I had carelessly left behind at Y/N's house. Panic set in as I realized she would find it, along with all her prescription medications neatly stored inside. My heart raced at the thought of her finding those bottles.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the cramped vehicle. I looked at her and forced a smile. She smiled back, but my heart ached with the realization that this would be our goodbye. I studied every inch of her face, trying to imprint her features into my memory. I knew I couldn't face her again after this.

"Thanks for this wild adventure," she chuckled. "It was definitely a confusing situation, but I'm glad you were my first criminal experience."

Unsure of how to respond, I attempted to make a joke. "And thank you for being my favourite victim."

My own words stung as they reminded me of my past felonies, but I supposed she truly was my favourite victim. If it wasn't too messed up to say something like that.

"Will I see you for your usual coffee?" She asked, hope seeping through her eyes. How could she want to see me again?

"Yeah," I replied with a forced laugh, lying through each breath. "See you then."

I stepped out of the car and turned to wave before opening the door to the motel room. My heart ached as Y/N drove away.

Goodbye.

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Chapter four

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It was so weird for everyone when you first got together

You’re always so positive and energetic

Meanwhile, Malcolm hates everything and thinks the world sucks

Before you get together, it’s kinda like him and Cynthia where he likes you and stuff, but is slightly put off by your energy

“Hey, Malcolm!” The boy jolted, not expecting such an energetic greeting at seven in the morning. You plopped down into the seat next to him and took out a notebook.

“Hey, Y/n,” Malcolm responded, much more toned down compared to you.

You tossed your bundle of glitter gel pens onto the desk, letting them scatter around as you looked at your friend. “So, what did you do this weekend?”

Malcolm sighed. Francis and Piama had come to visit, which usually excited him. But those two days were filled with passive aggressiveness and backhanded comments between the couple and his mom. “Watched TV.” Malcolm usually liked complaining about his crazy family, but he figured he’d spare you from it because he didn’t want to take you out of your giddy mood. “What about you? What did you do?”

You were lucky that class wouldn’t start for a few more minutes, because you immediately went into an excited ramble about what you did over the weekend. To Malcolm, your energy made things as mundane as doing the dishes sound interesting.

Malcolm puts off you meeting his family as long as possible

Which isn’t long, considering his mom would find out pretty quick that you two are dating

He’s so worried that his family is gonna embarrass him and scare you off

But by the end of the night, he doesn’t know if he should be happy or scared that you actually like his family

You and Malcolm hadn’t even reached the front door yet, and you could already hear yelling and glass breaking. Malcolm cringed at the noises, putting a hesitant hand on the doorknob before looking at you. “Are you sure you wanna meet my family? I don’t know if you could tell, but we aren’t exactly… normal.”

“Malcolm, I don’t care if your family’s crazy.” You said comfortingly, giving him a peck on the lips. “I wanna meet them. Besides, I bet it’ll be fun!”

Your boyfriend didn’t really share your thoughts, but they gave him the push he needed to open the door and welcome you into the house. 

As soon as you stepped out of the front family room and into the kitchen, you and Malcolm were met with chaos. Lois was trying to cook, but kept getting distracted and yelling at Reese and Dewey, who kept shouting and fighting each other. Malcolm’s youngest brother, Jamie, wandered around the house, dropping toys without looking back at them. They would either make people yelp from accidentally stepping on them or be thrown at the two fighting brothers. The whole place seemed to be a complete mess. The only person who seemed unaffected by the environment was Hal, who was sitting at the dinner table drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

You nudged Malcolm, your bright smile contrasting his horrified look. “See? This looks fun!”

Sometimes, your energy can be a little much for Malcolm

Not that he would ever tell you that

It’s just that he’s so used to people around him drawing attention for one reason or another

And sometimes, he just wants to lay low

But if anyone ever tells you to calm down or to “stop being so weird,” he’s gonna fight them

Sitting at lunch with your friends, you were talking your boyfriend’s ear off. Everyone except Malcolm seemed to tune out you talking about some artist’s new album you had been listening to. Although Malcolm was a bit tired from his classes, he nodded along and added comments whenever he felt necessary.

But for the most part, he just listened to you talk. “And now she’s going on tour, and she’s gonna be playing at a place that’s only like an hour away from us. We totally have to go, Mal!”

“Maybe,” Malcolm responded, thinking about how many extra shifts he’d probably have to pick up at the Lucky Aide to afford the tickets. “But remember, Y/n, it’s not guaranteed we’ll be able to get tickets.”

“I have hope.” You shrugged. “But before we go, you gotta listen to the album first. I think you’d like it, Mal. Oh my gosh, there’s this one song that I think could totally be our song, you know what I mean? It’s called-”

“Oh my God.” Reese appeared behind you and Malcolm, staring at you with some displeasure. “Y/n, do you ever. Shut. Up?”

All you did was blink at Reese, wondering how or if you should respond.

But Malcolm came to your defense immediately. “How about you shut up, Reese?”

“Oh, come on, Malcolm,” Reese said, rolling his eyes. “You have to admit that it gets annoying with her talking all the time.”

Instead of replying, Malcolm jumped out of his seat and pounced on his brother, taking him to the floor. Part of you wanted to try to break up the fight. But despite all the violence, you thought it was sweet of Malcolm to defend you with such urgency.

And as much as Malcolm wanted to distance himself from it, he would probably always attract attention and bring chaos. But as long as you liked it, he supposed he didn’t mind it as much.

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Interesting Linguistic Notes from Jun & Jun episode 4

In her phone conversation with Choi Jun, Young does not exactly call herself his "fiancé."

She uses the word 구녀로서, which roughly translates to "as your woman." 구녀 when used alone means "she/old woman," but when paired with 로서 (which means to do something as a person who holds a specific status) it transforms into the idea more along the lines of being that person's singular girl. So you'll sometimes see it translated to "as your old woman" because it's more akin to the slang way we refer to our moms and wives than it is to the way we might say "I'm your woman" to refer to ourselves as your romantic partner. It's less about the state of romantic ownership and more about the old and familiar. I don't know why the translation team chose to translate it as fiancé, unless it's possible they have access to later scripts and know something we don't. But even then, we can probably anticipate that she's not an official fiancé, but rather someone their parents expect him to marry.

My current bet is just on her being overly familiar with Choi Jun, as we saw from her speech patterns in the car ride with both Juns earlier that morning. When she realizes that she already calls Choi Jun "Jun-i Oppa" (an intimate and affectionate way to refer to an older male/brother, as spoken by a female) and she has to call Lee Jun something different, any normal Korean who wanted to breech that level of familiarity would suggest "Lee Jun Oppa" as a way to differentiate the two. But she's been raised in the US too and leaps into suggesting "Jun-i Eonni" (an intimate and familiar way to refer to an older woman/sister, as spoken by a female). Lee Jun comedically bristles at that, saying he'd rather she kept calling him "Pigeon" instead. But she doesn't care and brushes right past societal norms and even still refers to him as Eonni later in her phone conversation with Choi Jun. Choosing this is intentionally queer-coded language as well (because her Korean is otherwise so good, and she doesn't seem to be joking). It's like calling a gay man "girl," or "sister," or "queen."

Speaking of the ways others address Lee Jun, it's important to note that in the final scene Simeon repeatedly calls him 우리 이준씨, which basically translates "my Lee Jun." He's not speaking intimately, but he is claiming ownership. This is why we see Hyun Jae's bewildered and sad expression and Choi Jun's stunned and jealous expressions.

Finally, I'll share a tidbit that caused some confusion when @bengiyo watched the episode and take my comment out of the notes on Ben's post and put it here. In his breakroom conversation with Lee Jun, I think it VERY LIKELY Hyun Jae was vaguing about M/M relationships. Because Korean culture is still VERY homophobic, he was trying to feel out how accepting Lee Jun is towards diversity and possibly even invite him into a queer space. He begins by saying, "you know, people have different values depending on the environments they've lived in," and ends with "diversity is valued these days." But instead he "dug his own grave" because Lee Jun's brain immediately went to the morning's events and the confusion he feels from it all (particularly being invited to do a sexual favor for a man who then later received a kiss on the cheek from an overly familiar woman) and he basically said NO, SOME THINGS ARE TOO DIVERSE.

I expect we'll see Lee Jun try to draw more boundaries with Choi Jun, not because he's a man (he flirted back after all) and not because he's his boss (although that may play a role), but mostly because his current impression is that Choi Jun isn't serious. He thinks he flirts like this all the time because he's too American.

@absolutebl I'm tagging you again because you're a linguistic geek too!

[everettswritings]

Just had a thought in honor of the shadow milk update...lee!y/n x ler!shadow milk. Just another part of shadow milk with a Lee who is really susceptible to teases and tickles...imagine him just tickling y/n and teasing them while telling them how much he loves them...just saw the other two of the saga and wanted to kick up romance a little bit lol! Just imagining him tickling like crazy whole exaggerating his love like:

Shadow milk: you're so sweet! *tickly kisses* I just love you so much! *tickly kisses* oh I could just eat you up! *blows raspberries on them.*

Of course! Normally I don’t really imagine Shadow Milk Cookie as a guy into romance or whatever, but I’m making an exception for you and because I deserve a treat after surviving this week. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

You’re not sure why, but somehow Shadow Milk Cookie has been even more of a goofball lately. It seems like his energy has been at an all time high and his drive to get laughs out of you has been even higher! Yet, somehow, there isn’t a particular reason for it. Your anniversary has already passed, your birthday’s not for a couple more months, and his birthday… you don’t even know when that is. Maybe it’s how the planets are aligned? Grasping at straws, yes, but it’s hard coming up with theories for this!

You were in the kitchen, you had just finished washing up the dishes and the jester was already brewing up a plan. After you dried off your hands with the towel, you went to go into the living room in order to sit down. Oh, foolish you. You really thought you could have a moment of peace in this house? You’re crazier than your partner is! When you set foot into the living room, you were immediately greeted with the level of eccentricity you’ve learned to expect.

“Look who it is, folks!” They exclaimed, zipping to your side, “The alluring, the wise, the humorous, the incredibly hot, the one and only Y/N Cookie!”. You felt them continuing to move around you, you could’ve sworn they were literally bouncing off the walls. “That’s right! The star of all my shows is finally here after being away so long!” They wrapped their arms around your shoulders, bombarding you with affectionate kisses.

“H-Hey, that tickles!” You felt yourself starting to laugh, but Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t stop; in fact, this is what he was after! You felt the ground shift beneath you and your back hit the softness of a bed in the blink of an eye. It was weirdly easy to forget that he could warp reality like this. Regardless, you were still being attacked with tickly kisses! You started to laugh even more, “C-Cut it ooouuut! Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hehehahaha!”, but although you kept telling him to quit it was just bluffing- he knew that, too. “Gah! You’re so cute!” The jester exclaimed, blowing a raspberry on your neck to get a squeal out of you, “Why’re you cute!? It isn’t fair to other cookies!” He continued as his hand started to dig into your stomach.

You were caught up in a tangle of limbs as Shadow Milk Cookie continued to tickle you. One hand was scribbling all over your rib cage, the other was drawing pictures on your stomach and giving the occasional poke to your side, and their legs wrapped around yours. Your face was flushed and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling; but it’s not like they’d want you to stop anytime soon. “Kitchy kitchy koo! Kitchy kitchy koo!” They teased “Oh, you cute little thing! My beloved star!” They continued adoringly, they loved seeing you like this. When your smile was so big it brightened your face that much more, and your laughter was like a symphony of aeolian instruments to them. “Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! S-Shadohohoho! Hahaha!” You tried to say something back, maybe a witty retort, but your vocabulary was overtaken by laughter at the moment. “Oh? Calling my name, darling? Maybe it’s time for my grand finale!”.

Immediately, you felt raspberries all over your stomach and you howled with giggles! They were like shockwaves through your whole body. The sound was loud, but nowhere near as loud as your shrieks. The only time you could breathe was when they would take their own deep breaths, but then they’d go right back and blow out everything onto your stomach. A never ending cycle, really. After a few more raspberries, you were finally released and Shadow Milk Cookie wrapped his arms around you without tickling you this time. He smiled and kissed your cheek “You were such a good audience, but honestly I think you’re better as an assistant!”, he wiped away a couple tears you didn’t realize had escaped as you were laughing. You smiled a little, knowing that was your partner’s unique way of telling you he loved you, “Yeah, love you too.” You replied.

After laying around and cuddling for a bit, you tried to get up to get back to your everyday life, but your ankle was immediately caught in a vice grip. “Who said you could leave? We haven’t even performed an encore yet!” Shadow Milk Cookie grinned, wiggling his fingers as they were slowly approaching your foot, “N-No! Don’t you da-HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” You tried to protest but your words were cut off by laughter as they began to attack once more. They’ll never change, will they? It’s not like you could complain. No matter what you say, your blushing face and all the laughing that comes out of you will say otherwise.

End of fic! I’ll try getting to more requests this weekend since I get to skip school on Monday(therapy). I don’t know how many I can guarantee because I’m having a sleepover with my girlfriend tomorrow, but I can guarantee at least one! Have a good one 🫶

[huggywuggysuppy]

Cleo & Gem Drabble WL Ep 4

Conversation/argument about Gem's grudge for Pearl.

Gem journeyed out to chop wood near the new G’s base, several paces from the main river. She needed lots of dark oak wood, and didn’t want to stray too close to the pale forest. As she labored away, she kept looking over her shoulder or hesitating on a swing or even just a gnawing buzz behind her eyes. She was trying to acclimate to the normal game speed, but everything felt off. Too slow.

A few trees in, Cleo approached, picking their way through the fallen branches and bunches of leaves. “Hey Gem! Whatcha up to?”

“Cleo!” Gem paused to greet them, resting her axe on her shoulder. “Just gathering wood. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m taking a break from building: need to clear my head.” Cleo settled in, sitting on a stump Gem had left. They pulled out some logs of their own, lazily stripping them as they talked.

“I bet. Pretty ambitious to build a whole new base this late in.”

“Well, we were expecting to have more time. But, y’know.” Clean lines of bark began gathering at Cleo’s feet. They smiled wryly. “At least the Spanners dug out a basement for us.”

Gem snorted. “I’m glad Mumbo succeeded at least once -- he spent most of the session failing to catch me!”

“Aww, I’m proud of him. Scott can handle being a life down.” Cleo pointed their blade at Gem. “He was this close to giving it to one of us!”

“Of course he was.”

They both shook their heads in exasperation. And a little sadness. The tree Gem was working on shuddered and groaned, taking its sweet time as it fell to the forest floor. She started hacking away at it. Cleo sat back, staring up at the canopy of leaves.

“BigB betrayed us.”

Gem took a step back from the trunk, frowning. Cleo was still looking up, throat bobbing as they swallowed.

“I’m sorry. That must hurt.”

“Yeah.” Cleo let out a long sigh. And when they looked back, their eyes were sharp. “But we’ll get him back worse.”

They both went back to their labors. For a while, there was a lapse in conversation. Not quite uncomfortable, but a sort of mutual grief. The air was thick with the weight of the next session, and the one after, and the one after that. They could be kind, but never allies. Not this time.

Cleo’s blade hesitated on the next stroke. “Is that what you’re planning to do with Pearl?”

Immediately, Gem got defensive. Of course, Scott won’t leave her alone about apologizing, now Cleo was trying. They couldn’t enjoy even this moment as friends.

“I stand by my decisions.” Gem narrowed her eyes. “Are you here to call me crazy?”

“No!” Cleo looked a little horrified. “Never.”

“Yeah.” She drove her axe deep into the trunk. “Just look what it’s done to Pearl.”

“…You don’t actually think she’s crazy, right?”

“Of course not.” Gem yanked her blade out with too much force. “I’m talking about her reputation for being ‘unstable.’ Having to ‘control her better’ and all.”

“Right.”

Cleo cut another length off the log, face pinched in guilt. No doubt since they contributed to that reputation. Not that Gem wasn’t enabling it either. Everything felt so layered here: always trying to convince someone they’re wrong or that you’re right. The social game sucked. And here she was playing it anyway.

“It’d be easier if she was.” Gem started. “Crazy, I mean. It’d make things less personal.”

Quietly, Cleo nodded, urging her to continue. The leaves swirled around Gem, drawing slow patterns, crinkling and taking their sweet time falling. She chopped another chunk off the trunk.

“She made her choice.” Gem swallowed. “Really thought it out too, it wasn’t heat of the moment or anything.”

“Mmm.” Cleo hummed. “I’m sure you’ve heard her reasoning.”

“What, that she was closer to Scar? That’s the whole point, Cleo!” Gem inhaled sharply. “She chose him over me, and it wasn’t even a competition. We were never allied!”

Everything felt a little too fast now. The bubbling of the river was near boiling. The birds were too high pitched. Her breath came too quickly.

“No matter how much I thought we were.” She finished quietly.

Cleo looked sadly at her. Gem slumped, wedging her axe in the wood and falling onto the log next to it. She drew her fingers through her hair, taking deep breaths. After a while, Cleo spoke, choosing their words carefully.

“I mean I’m not one to talk about holding grudges, but don’t you think this is a bit… cruel?”

“What?” Her voice was dry.

“She already won. Well, Scar won. But hating her now only hurts you both.”

Seriously? Yeah, Cleo can’t talk. Besides, the only reason they’re trying to calm Gem down is to benefit the G’s. Everyone wants to be allies, part of the family, under her protection, and it’s exhausting.

“I hurt her too badly, okay?” Gem threw her hands up. “Killed her and her allies too many times. I deserved to be backstabbed, is that what you want?”

“No, Gem!” Cleo exclaimed. They dropped their tools and jabbed a finger at her. “Pearl was mad at you from that, and she got her revenge, and let it go that season. You wronged her, she got her catharsis. You’re the one dragging it into the next.”

Her nails curled into the trunk, splinters digging into skin. Gem wasn’t hating her for no reason! Pearl hurt her, and hadn’t really apologized for it, and now everyone was calling her petty and ridiculous for not letting it go!

“So it is my fault.” Gem hissed. “I’m rightfully punished for killing her, but when I’m hurt by her, I’m the villain again.”

“No, Gem, that’s not—“

“I deserve my revenge too.” Gem crossed her arms. “Or catharsis, or whatever.”

“Okay, how?!” Cleo shouted. They’d risen halfway off the stump, steps away from lunging at Gem. Furiously, they sat back down, voice sharp. “What’s your win condition? Otherwise you’re just a bitter, mean--”

“Apologize.” Gem cut them off. How dare Cleo lecture her on forgiveness. “If she actually talked to me about it, genuinely apologized, I’d consider it.”

Cleo scowled. Yet, the tension leaked out of them. It wasn’t like they could apologize on Pearl’s behalf. The violence in the air, charged with electricity, died without the words to sustain it.

Reluctantly, Gem stood, pulling her axe out and half-heartedly resuming her work. Now, the silence was agonizing. A pang of guilt went through Gem. But Cleo had brought it up first.

(But Gem had hurt Pearl first.)

“I’m sorry.” Cleo breathed, picking up her tools. Resigned.

Gem closed her eyes. “She needs to know that she hurt me too.”

“I think she knows that much by now.” Cleo murmured.

A few more chunks of wood split off the log. A few more strips of bark hit the ground. And a few more pained heartbeats, struggling on in anger. Though it was hard to be angry forever.

“But you G’s are stubborn.” Gem smirked. “So that’ll never happen.”

“Scott and Pearl haven't forgiven each other for Double Life yet.” Cleo conceded.

“And you?” Gem asked. “Have you forgiven them?”

They held eye contact. Cleo broke it first, leaning back again, staring at the dirt.

“Scott’s never intended to hurt me. So, if there’s anything to apologize for on his end, it’s been made up for by his help.”

“And Pearl?”

Cleo sighed. “She never wanted to hurt me. At least, she wanted to hurt someone else through me.”

Gem snorted. “What you had in Limited seemed pretty personal.” Gem was only there for a day, not even as herself, and yet the anxiety lingered.

Cleo met her eyes again. “Do any of us want to hurt each other?”

That lingered. As did you. As did the glowing eyes in the skies, matching the stone statue she died under.

“No. But we do anyway.” Gem wrenched her axe out of the remains of the log, resting it over her shoulder. “The least we can do is be honest about it.”

Cleo held her gaze, a quiet challenge. Are you really being honest about this? Gem wrinkled her nose. It wasn’t their business. Finally, Cleo bowed their head, letting out a truly exhausted sigh.

“I don’t know why Scott thinks we can fix things. You and Pearl are so stubborn.”

Gem smirked. “It keeps us alive, doesn’t it?”

“Not at this rate.” Cleo stood. They started walking back towards their base. “I hope I’m not there when you’re Red.”

“That can be arranged.” Sharply, she chopped her axe down, wedging it into a nearby stump.

Cleo laughed, a true cackle, and Gem couldn’t help but smile. The clearing finally felt the right speed.

Right as Cleo passed Gem, they clasped a hand on her shoulder.

“I forgave BigB, once, for killing me. Pearl can forgive you too. Give her the option to try.”

With that, Cleo vanished into the brush, trusting Gem alone so close to their base. Gem stared after them for a while. And then she picked up her axe, and headed home.

[amazingmsme]

Cuddle Bug

AN: day 6, & still goin’ strong! This one is really soft & sweet cause I just love Pete & Steph so much! Hope y’all enjoy!

Peter really, really liked dating Steph. Okay, he loved it. He loved her, but he didn't know if it was too early to tell her. He didn't want to scare her off, or make her feel like she had to say it back, so he kept it to himself.

He loved her, so he didn't mind when she punched his arm a little too hard when telling a joke, or when she teased him, or when she kept him trapped in a cuddle pile. He really didn't mind that last one... except for one thing.

"Pete, sit still," she quietly scolded, not taking her eyes off of the screen. They were barely three episodes into their Goosebumps marathon, and he kept twitching and squirming in his seat uncomfortably. Stephanie normally wouldn't mind it, but each movement jostled her just as she had gotten cozy.

"Sorry, I can't get comfortable," he complained, but it was only half of the truth. While cuddling, Steph had let her hands wander, her fingers drawing lazy shapes upon sensitive skin. He was trying his best to sit still and keep his reactions under wraps so he wouldn't disturb her, but it seems he wasn't subtle enough.

She leaned back, studying his reactions carefully. Her hand had been idly drawing shapes along his arm, tracing the contours of his muscles.

"If it tickles, just say so," Steph said as casually as she could, yet her lips were still twisted in a sly smirk. Peter immediately floundered for an answer, scooting away as he began stuttering nervously.

"W-what? Where the hell did that come from?" he asked, staring at her from the opposite side of the couch. She had to bite back a laugh.

She shrugged innocently. "You just seemed real squirmy, and your dimples are showing," she pointed out, crawling across the cushions. "So if it didn't tickle, what's gotcha so smiley?" She grabbed him by the ankles and he let out an honest to god squeal.

"Steph! What happened to the show, I thought you wanted me to watch it!" he frantically tried to avoid the topic, even as she straddled his hips.

"What? You can still watch it. I just found something better to do," she easily dismissed him. She laid back down, keeping him pinned with her body. She wrapped one arm around him while the other rested on his belly, tracing along the hem of his shirt before lifting it up.

"Please, babe, what did I do?" he asked, because surely there was some reason for this. She wouldn't just attack him out of nowhere, that's not fair!

"Aw, it's cute how you think I'm doing this to punish you. Can't a girl just have some fun?" she cooed, scribbling across bare skin with her nails.

"Nohot ahahat my expense!" he giggled, burying his face in his hands to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh yeah? And why not?" she asked, tweaking his ribs from behind. He arched away and barked out a laugh.

"B-because ihihit tickles!" he cried, rolling onto his side so he could hide in the cushions instead.

"Really? That's good to hear," she said, letting her hand spider crawl up his side. She smiled when she heard a muffled snort followed by a whine.

"Noho it's not!" he argued, reaching back blindly to slap at her hands. She snatched his wrist and started scribbling against his palm. He let out a surprised shriek, trying to pull free.

"Sure it is! Ticklish guys are way hotter," she spoke so matter of factly, but the evil smirk gave her away. It gave Peter whiplash.

"What? No! Says who?" he snapped defensively.

She went quiet and still as she thought of an answer. "... People Magazine."

"They did not!"

"Oh, like you read People."

"I know you don't!"

"You know what?" Steph growled under her breath, sending chills down his spine. She latched onto his hip, squeezing and drilling her thumb against the bone.

"Nohoho, I'm sohohorry!" he apologized through hysterical laughter.

"Yeah, I bet you are," she taunted, grabbing ahold of his other hip. He snorted and bucked his hips, but he truly had nowhere to go, and nothing to do but laugh.

Steph made herself comfortable and held him closer, making sure that he wouldn't be able to escape. She turned her attention back to the tv, drawing shapes over his bare tummy. Peter was lost to a fit of giggles that spiked in pitch when he tried to pry her hand away, and she dug in out of spite.

The next episode began to play, and he whined, knowing his torture was only just beginning.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 8

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

Previous part

Part 8: the last traces

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"Charlie! It's so good to see--what are you doing here?" The King of Hell stopped mid-stride to send an accusatory glare at the Radio Demon.

"Just ensuring dear Charlie here made it back safely," Alastor answered in his usual chipper tone.

"Even though she's done it countless times before?" Lucifer crossed his arms as he finished walking up to the pair. He wasn't buying Alastor's sly act.

"Call it my intuition. I had the strong urge to ensure she was safe."

"That's awfully nice of you. Too nice." Lucifer's glare didn't lessen.

"Well, either way," Charlie interfered before it grew worse, "thank you making sure I got--"

"Alastor!"

The Radio Demon froze on the spot at your angry call. He had kept his mind closed off to you but clearly he had forgotten you could see through his eyes. How had he not felt you do that?

"Well, looks like I should be getting out of your hair now." His voice was the exact opposite of what his rigid posture was suggesting. He melted into his shadows right as you burst through the grand doors to the usual Overlord meeting room, Lucifer's guards close behind.

"What happened?" Charlie asked. It fell on deaf ears as you watched Alastor's shadow thread up the nearest pillar. You teleported yourself up to the balcony and reached for him. Your fingers brushed against the dark shadow but it was enough to let you sink into the dark realm with him. Your mind wrestled with his as you drew him out of the shadow realm and back into the physical one.

He finally gave in and shoved you out of the wall first. You were on your feet in an instant as he brushed off supposed dust on his sleeve. "What ever is the reason for this behavior, my lov--" His words were cut off as you grabbed hold of his antler and yanked his face down to be level with you.

"What the Hell did you do to the children?" I demanded. He grabbed my wrist but I was quick to use my other hand and squeeze his red ear. A strangled yelp left his mouth as I pulled him all the way down. His knees hit the floor, his cane clattering to the side, as he grabbed my arm. "Tell me, Alastor!"

"I have not touched the little devils," he remarked, eyes black and magic gathering. I clamped my own shield around his mind, discovering almost immediately that it was how he had managed to keep my own magic at bay in past instances.

"What did you just call them?" I pulled his ear up, squeezing tighter. His other ear fell flat as he went with the motion in an effort to stop the pain. He failed to swallow a strangled deer noise.

"Release me."

"No."

His grip was painfully tight on my arm as he pushed himself up to his feet. I grabbed his antler and stepped back, bringing him back to his knees once again. His claws were daring to draw blood through my maroon jacket.

"They refuse to tell me what happened. So start talking, Alastor."

His dark gaze was glaring up at me, teeth in a wide, ugly snarl. He was keeping his magic pressed against my shield but not yet trying to push all the way through.

There was something else in his mind that I could sense but not understand. He was choosing not to attack me. He was fully capable but he was withdrawing, holding and waiting.

"I ensured your precious children stayed in the haven boundaries," he finally answered. One eye had returned to its normal color to look at me properly.

"How?" I pressed.

"I returned them through the shadows."

"Bullshit."

His eye went black again at the curse. It was the first curse I had used since he had given me that stupid rule way back then.

A chuckle drew both of our attention. Lucifer and Charlie had teleported up to the balcony but we're keeping enough distance to watch the show.

Something sharp like electricity went through my hands. I jerked my hands away and he finally stepped to his feet. He hooked his toe under his cane and tossed it up to his hands. "If you'd like to know the extent of what transpired, we can have a civil conversation."

I crossed my arms. "Oh because you were so civil with Nym and Thatcher?"

"A little scare never hurt anyone."

"You terrified them!"

"Nym didn't seem so terrified. In fact, she seemed quite angry. She must've learned that from you."

"Don't attempt to flatter me, Alastor. Thatcher refuses to come out of the cupboard he hid himself in."

"What I did was a fickle. It is not my fault he scares easily."

I let out a groan and turned away, running my hands through my hair and gripping my black horns. I wanted to do more. I wanted to throw him off the balcony and let him hit the floor hard—but I knew that would never happen.

My phone in my pants pocket began to ring. I heard Alastor's staticky snarl as I answered it. I returned his annoyed glare as Vox gave me the word that there were no more trucks heading to the factory.

I ended the call and stuffed it back in my pocket. "I'll be back soon."

"Where are you going?" He grabbed my arm to stop me.

"To finish off Blackwater once and for all." I attempted to pull my arm out but he wouldn't let go.

"What does that mean?" Lucifer asked, him and Charlie walking up now that the show was over and it was safe to be close.

"It means I'm sinking his last factory." My mind had subconsciously melted with Alastor's and I heard what he wanted to do. So I turned on him, "And you will remain in the haven."

"Excuse me?" he hissed. He slammed his cane on the floor. "Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Since now. The children are under my protection and Blackwater's legacy is under my watch. I killed him so I get to finish the last traces of him. You will not take that away from me."

Alastor opened his mouth to make a retort but he fell silent as I drew him into my memories. I showed him the conversation with Vox a few weeks ago.

"Tell me, dear, how's it feel to know that all your hard work will be for nothing?" He went on, "No one will challenge your haven now that he's back and defending it. You won't need our deal anymore but you're still bound to it. You might even be forgotten as news picks up on his return," he reached a blue claw towards my face, "after all, who can trump the Radio Demon?"

"I get to do this," I said in a more calm, firm tone. His red eyes looked me over as a strange, unfamiliar feeling ebbed from his mind into mine.

"Of course my dear." He gave a slight bow of his head and held out his red claw. I placed my hand in it and he placed a gentle kiss on the back. "I understand."

A swell of that same something flushed through me. He suddenly looked very appealing to look at it. His clothes sat perfectly on his shoulders, his smile twerked in a genuine one, his hair falling perfectly on either side of his face, and his red eyes not holding an ounce of ill will.

I withdrew my hand and turned to Lucifer, bowing deeply and apologizing.

"Nonsense dear, this was quite interesting to watch," Lucifer said. His black hand touched the side of his face and Charlie had her hands clasped in front of her.

"We should hold a gala to celebrate," Charlie announced, eyes lighting up with the idea.

"That won't be necessary," I tried.

"You've done a lot for both of us," Lucifer agreed with his daughter. "It's the least we could do. Besides, we'll want the Overlords to see you after you've rid Blackwater from the surface."

I had spoken to Lucifer on many occasions. He had given me lessons on Angelic magic while I was an ear to listen to some of his problems. Only recently had I started to actually give advice to the ruler of Hell—both of us being in similar situations.

Lucifer's point of the Overlords was because of their growing apprehension about the Hazbin Haven, my acquaintances with Hell's royalty, and the disappearance and arrival of my soulmate. I had been challenged time and time again while Alastor was gon. It stopped only in the past two years. Now that he was back, rumors began fluttering around (mostly over the Internet) about challenging me again in an attempt to rid the realms of the Radio Demon.

Me. A weak link, yet again.

So I gave into their idea and allowed the two of them to plan it out. Alastor and I took our leave outside the palace doors and teleported back to the nightly surface. I turned to face him as soon as we manifested completely.

"I want you to remedy what you did with the children while I'm gone," I demanded gently. I didn't want to start another fight.

"Why should I?" he naturally returned.

"Because when I return I don't want to take the time to coax him out of his hiding place. Unless of course you don't want to spend any time with me tonight." I turned towards the house with a dismissive wave over my shoulder.

"We usually spend the night together," he said nonchalantly, following after me.

"That's a shame you feel that way," I turned to walk backwards along the side of the house, "because I was hoping to spend some...quality time with you." My palms were sweaty and I worried I would trip on my wobbly legs.

"What are you implying, dear?" His smile turned smug as he picked up his pace to walk closer to me.

"You didn't seem interested though, so there's no use in explaining."

He was quick to wrap an arm around my back to bring us to a stop. His claws tapped his cane as he leaned down close to my face. "I am thoroughly interested now."

I reached up to hook a claw on his bow tie. It wasn't to pull him in, just a weight on his neck. "I guess you'll have to find out when I come back."

His hand pushed into my back so he could kiss me. I closed my eyes as I reached my hand up to sit comfortably on the side of his neck. I felt him sigh into the kiss.

"Only," I pushed his chest away, "when you've gotten Thatcher out of the cupboard.

He straightened up with an irked smile. "Very well." I turned away and let my tail brush against his hand.

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What would the me twelve years ago think if she saw me walking into a factory full of enemies?

My magic was suffering no issues as I walked through the thick snow. As figured, the last factory was somewhere cold. It wasn't on the frozen ice land like it predecessor, but it was cold enough to deter any Demons from trying to get through. It made even more sense as I passed machines that were shaving ice into snow and blasting them into the air.

Smart.

I continued to trudge through the snow. I made it through the horrid snowstorm as I passed the third row of snow machines. The factory was in sight, as were the guards. They were quick to pull the trigger.

The bullets barely came within a foot of me, casually flying off to the sides when it hit my air shield. I kept my hands clasped behind my back as I stepped through. The bullets went right back to their owners.

My magic energy went up as their souls wound their way into my claws.

I casted wind into the heavy metal doors and send freezing cold air through the entirety of the building. It froze gears and shriveled wires. The workers ducked under machines but it would be of no use. I sent Alcine to find the gas lines just as I had done before.

My eyes scanned the scenery for movement—for the owner of the operation. I felt the air displace behind me and spun to find a man dressed in all black with a gas mask. Its big red eyes glowed at me.

"Who are you?" I demanded. My tail whipped behind my back. I loved fighting with it and part of me hoped he would attempt hand-to-hand combat with me.

He never answered me. He brought his hand to his hip to withdraw a katana, its blade shimmering in the artificial lights. Disappointment filled my chest at the prospect of using magic instead.

A gunshot went off. My reactions were too slow.

Pain jolted through my knee and sent me to the floor. I attempted to shield myself but my magic was wobbly in my hands.

Another gunshot went off. This time it hit the floor a centimeter from my head. I saw the flurry of movement and rolled to the side as sparks from the first man's katana skidded across the floor.

I grabbed the closest worker and yanked them over me. The two men stopped.

"The infamous Dragon Demon. Alastor's soulmate." A machine coated voice echoed off the metal. I couldn't tell who was talking.

"We are Azrael and Esdras. Unpleasant to meet you."

My knee was in so much pain. "Likewise."

My magic was gone but this wasn't the first time I needed to piece it back together. I felt Alastor attempt to teleport to me but I kept him away.

Not yet. Please not yet.

This was my battle.

I held the worker, an older woman in her late thirties, in front of me so that her head covered most of my face. I had no idea how accurate the man with the pistol was with his weapon. I noticed a strange glow along the edges.

Angelic weapons.

I hated those things.

"It's time to let Blackwater go," I said. I kept my eyes open as I searched for the pieces of my magic. I could feel them gravitating back towards me, meaning the effects of an angelic bullet only lasted so long.

"He will never truly die," the robotic voice answered. "His legacy will carry on. No matter how times we are suppressed."

"You are attempting to suppress and hunt another species to extinction." The woman shifted uncomfortably in my hold.

"A species that doesn't belong in this realm."

"Even the children who were born here? Who have no idea of their ancestry and history?"

"Blackwater has given many warnings to allow the smart and innocent to retreat back where they came from."

I got a grip on air. "I am giving you one now." The pair fell back as I casted my wind into their stomachs. I dragged the woman with me as I half transformed into my Dragon form. I clambered past the cowering workers and jumped up to the second level.

A faint smell of gas told me Alcine had found the right pipeline.

Another gunshot.

The woman fell limp in my arms.

A third one.

This time I fell.

My hand clasped over my face as my magic disappeared again. I scrambled into the nearest room, an empty one with nothing in it, and cowered in the corner next to the door. I shrank back to my normal size and waited for them to come up. My nose was dripping blood all over my maroon jacket. Thankfully it wasn't white.

My natural ears picked up their footsteps with ease. I dug my claws into the wall and pressed my back into the ceiling corner like a spider. The man holding the pistol entered first, pulling the trigger as soon as he came around the door.

I slammed my tail into his face and sent him sprawling back. I dropped onto his chest, my footclaw pining his arm to the ground and wrenching his weapon out of his grip.

Footsteps caught my attention. I turned as the sword nearly grazed my shoulder. I rammed the top of my head into his mask, effectively shattering the oxygen cap on the front nose. I slashed my tail into his ankles to take his feet out from under him.

The smell of gas was getting stronger.

Taking the pistol with me, I slithered out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor. It was much stronger here.

It took me significantly less time to take back my magic. I ran to the front doors and casted the runaways back into the factory. These people needed to die with their cause.

Alcine came back and melted into my normal shadow. I shifted past the walls and stood at a safe distance in the cold snowy landscape. I turned my palms to the sky, my earth magic returning first and allowing me to create a cavern for which it to fall into.

It fell sideways into the ditch with a horrible groan that could be heard for miles. Next, I brought my fire back and ignited the gas. It sunk further into the ground.

Plain. Simple. Easy. Bloodless.

My hands had gotten only slightly dirty. I pulled out the angelic pistol and examined it as the factory continued to sink. Why was Carmilla selling angelic weapons to Humans? Was she even doing that on purpose? I would need to ask her the next time we spoke.

An annoyingly familiar whirring sound caught my attention. I tilted my head back to see Vox's stupid drone coming closer. I stuffed a hand in my pocket to look nonchalant and healed the injury on my nose. I then finished the last healing of my knee.

I looked down at the pistol. Would breaking it do anything? Could I even break it? I was half angel.

I tossed it in the snow then turned away. It would be smart to try something like that on camera if I didn't know the outcome. I had just sunk the last traces of Blackwater. If his people ever did resurfaced, we knew how to keep them down. I had the power to do that.

Alastor was strong but so was I — we were a match made in Heaven (pun intended). People shouldn't want to mess with us because of our combined power, not just because Alastor was a ruthless killer. Hopefully this proved it.

I let the ground eat the pistol as I covered up the cavern that had swallowed the factory. Good riddance, Blackwater.

Now, it was time to return to my family. To Alastor.

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Author's Note:

Y'all better have a fork and knife for the next part 'cause it's gonna be delicious. I'm going to try my hardest to get it posted on Wednesday

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Got Your Back

Hiya! So I’ve had this fic since last September, I wrote it for @emmadoodlewrites when we both went insane for tickle machines and made up a few in a flustered frenzy. I recently rediscovered this fic and shared it with @wishitweresummer, who encouraged me over and over to upload it. So, I reworked it, somehow added 1K words, and here we are. Thank you @awkwardtickleetoo + summer for reading this through for me and for hyping it up and making me want to post it! (and thank u cal for the title ur a genius). I love how it turned out, and I hope you do too!

After George confessed his love for tickling to Dream, he decides to make him something special in support. Dream gets curious, and before he knows it, he’s stuck

(lee!Dream / tickle machine : 3.6K words)

Dream had always been curious. Everyone who knew him was aware of this fact, mostly due to the blonde getting himself into trouble because of it. Whether he was exploring new places without a map or tinkering with things he shouldn’t, he was used to things backfiring. But he didn’t really mind. He much preferred taking the risk in favor of trouble in order to learn everything he could about anything and everything he was interested in - including people.

Another thing Dream was known for was his generosity. Gift giving was absolutely one of his main love languages, and he constantly used it to show his friends and loved ones just how much he cared for them. Dream was thoughtful, always collecting things that reminded him of specific people and being so excited to give it to them, relishing in the way their faces would light up at the unexpected gift.

Recently, George had revealed some very personal information about himself with Dream. A few weeks ago, while sitting underneath an oak tree in the rain, George had told Dream his thoughts and feelings on tickling - about how much he loved it, and how much he adored the feeling of it. He told Dream how warm and safe the action made him feel, sputtering and whining through it all. It took some much needed coaxing and reassurance from the blonde, but in the end, George got it all out. Dream was there to support him through the whole thing, wrapping him into the biggest hug he could while showering him in praise.

Immediately after George had left that day, the cogs in Dream’s brain began to turn. He was set on creating things to show George that he didn’t have to be embarrassed about his secret adoration for tickling, wanting to make him something special and just for him. Dream spent many nights hunched over his crafting table drawing up blueprints, feeling like a madman whenever he came up with a new contraption to torture George with. After coming up with a few solid ideas, the building began.

It started with a small tickle machine.

It was around the same size and shape of a normal backpack, and designed to sit against the back the same way. There were eight retractable arms that sat over the shoulders, ribs and sides, much like how a koala would cling onto a person. The arms were designed to be able to perform the meanest of tickles that George could handle (or not, but that wasn’t Dream’s problem). The ends of the metal rods were covered in small rubber nubs, molded to glide expertly between ribs, to skitter up and down squishy sides, to poke and prod against sensitive stomachs - the possibilities were endless on someone as ticklish as George.

The machine was still in the prototype stages, but it was ready to be tested to make any final adjustments. He planned on waiting until the next time he was with George to test it, wanting to see how the machine worked on the smaller boy and hoping to find ways to make improvements. But the longer the device sat idly, waiting for its first victim, the more Dream’s curiosity grew.

So he decided to test it himself.

After a lot of pacing and contemplating, he walked over to the chest in the corner of the room where he kept the machine, opening the lid and chuckling nervously when he saw it. It looked like some kind of giant upside down bug, with the legs curled in on themselves while in the ‘off’ position. Dream lifted it from the chest, holding it in his hands and inspecting it while the butterflies in his stomach erupted into a whole new wave of panic. It took a bit of self convincing but he finally decided that yes, he was absolutely going to test this now. What George didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dream let out a nervous giggle as he pressed the little green power button on the middle of the machine, reaching around and holding it against his back the best he could to try and secure it. He struggled with the positioning, taking a few steps back until he felt his heels hit the wall. Dreamed leaned against it, using the wall to help hold the machine in the correct spot and allowing the arms to finally extend out and over his body, clinging on and tightening to hold itself in place. The blonde watched in amusement as the arms reached over his shoulders and hugged around different parts of his ribs and sides, settling down after a few minutes and becoming still against him. He smirked to himself, happy with the way the machine was working so far.

Dream jumped forward with a yelp as the arms began to move, pulling him from his thoughts and bringing his attention to the new sensation that was spreading across his torso. It was only the first stage of the tickling, Dream having set different settings and stages for different tickling speeds and techniques. But even at the lowest stage, it had Dream doubled over, squirming against the wall as the ends of the metal arms pressed lightly against his ribs. The drew small, slow circles into the bones, pulling strained laughs out of Dream even as he tried his hardest to hold them in. He didn’t expect it to be this bad, but it was, and all he could think about was how much this would get to George. Through his panicked giggles he cheered at his success in making a functioning tickle machine.

The arms slowed to a halt, giving Dream time to catch his breath. He stood back up on his feet, turning around to face the wall and leaning his forehead against it with a groan. He closed his eyes as he continued to take in deep breaths, smiling at the thought of George screaming and squealing having to endure this himself. Suddenly the arms sprung back to life, digging in with a little more pressure at a quicker speed. Dream was thrown into loud cackles almost immediately, pushing off the wall and throwing his head back, his arms pressed as tightly as he could to his sides in an attempt to block out the tickly feeling.

“Ohoho my Gohohod, fuck! Thihis is bahahad!” Dream knew no one was around but couldn’t help but narrate the feeling. It was just so much more ticklish than he ever thought it would be, and it was only the second stage. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes still squeezed shut as he let out a wheeze through his laugh, hiccups and high pitched squeals following closely behind.

The arms that rested over his shoulders were prodding into his top ribs, just below his armpits. They dug in slightly, vibrating over the bones every few seconds and making Dream feel weak in the knees. The other three sets of arms were poking into his ribs and sides, moving slightly every time they lifted up and touching down, always tickling a new patch of skin to keep him squirming. He leaned forward as he cackled, trying his best to stay standing as he laughed himself silly. He couldn’t remember the last time he was tickled this much - in his defense, he couldn’t really remember anything anyway with how fiercely the machine was tickling. Through it all, though, he did have one consistent thought; it tickled, and it tickled bad.

Dream gasped for air the minute the machine came to another pause, his giggles remaining as the metal arms stayed pressed against the bones of his ribs. He couldn’t shake the ghost tickles that had his stomach doing somersaults, even when he used his hands to rub the areas around where the arms were resting. The blonde found himself giggling helplessly, deciding he’d done enough testing for one day and reaching back in an attempt to power off the machine. George could try out the more intense settings the next time he stopped by.

But as Dream felt around blindly for the power button, he realized he couldn’t reach it from this position. He opened his eyes in a panic, quickly looking around on the table beside him for anything he could use to help reach it.

“Shit. Uhm….” Dream was mumbling under his breath as he searched through different tools, eventually giving up and turning around to gently press against the wall behind him to try and successfully hit the power button. But it was no use, and the familiar sound of the machine whirring to life echoed through the room once more.

Suddenly the arms were digging into his ribs and sides, only this time, the bottom set of arms made their way over to his very sensitive tummy. He let out a shriek as they vibrated into the pudge of his lower tummy, between his belly button and the waistband of his pants.

“No no nahahahaha! Fuhuhuck, plehehease! PLEHEHEASE!” Dream wailed, feeling the second lowest set of arms moving over either side of his belly button and pressing in, vibrating again, but at a much faster pace than before. He doubled over once again, his back arching off the wall before leaning over with his elbows to his knees, cackling towards the floor with his eyes squeezed shut.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the top two sets of arms began seeking out even more sensitive spots on his very ticklish torso. The lower of the top two sets found their way to the back of Dream’s ribs, a spot he had programmed purposely to fuck with George. He cried out at the feeling, never having been tickled there before and realizing how absolutely torturous it was. The top set framed themselves perfectly to wiggle their way under Dream’s arms, sending him flying back against the wall with his arms crossed over his stomach tightly.

“Nohoho, oh fuhuhuck, stohohop!” His knees began to wobble and he allowed himself to slowly slide down the wall, only stopping when he hit the ground with a thump. Dream pulled his knees up as much as he could, attempting to try and protect himself from the tickling but finding that it only further pressed the arms into his skin. He quickly straightened his legs out against the ground, kicking as he grabbed fistfuls of his pants, needing to hold onto something.

As the tickling continued, Dream fell to the ground on his side, turning onto his back and rolling back and forth a few times to try and hit the button against the floor. The third set of arms moved a little closer on either side to his belly button and he squealed, thrashing and squirming and kicking out as much as he could. No matter how much he pressed the machine into the ground, no matter what angle, it was no use - Dream was well and truly stuck.

The tickling finally stopped, but Dream couldn’t stop laughing. He was overwhelmed with the vibrations from the ghost tickles, still feeling the tingly circles and pokes over his torso as if they were still happening - even in the spots left untouched. He heard a noise from across the room and opened his eyes quickly, almost choking on his own breath as he saw George standing in the doorway, whose cheeks were bright red with his jaw dropped to the floor.

“G-George! I cahahan-”

“Dream?” George interrupted, his blushy cheeks somehow also appearing to be drained of all color as his eyes focused on the machine still wrapped around the blonde. “..What is that?”

The younger boy opened his mouth to try and explain, to try and make any excuse he could, but was cut off with a loud cackle when the machine clicked back on, the arms back in motion and making him scream.

“Noho not again! Nohoho plehehease! NOHOHO!” Dream let out a squeal that bounced off the walls of the room, startling George with the force of it. The older boy ran over and kneeled next to the blonde, trying to figure out what it was and what exactly was happening.

He watched with wide eyes as the metal arms poked and swirled and vibrated against Dream’s torso, focusing on his ribs and under his arms. The blonde let out a scream when the machine began to pick up speed and the bottom arms moved, making him arch up against the ground before falling back down against it, writhing and kicking as he did. Dream’s hands were wrapped around the bottom set of arms, pulling as much as he could to try and dislodge them, but finding it useless. George’s eyes trailed down to where they disappeared under the blonde’s shirt, moving a hand to grab the bottom of the fabric to slowly pull it up. George felt his face burning up as he saw the two bottom arms tickling at Dream’s belly button - one circling around the edge as the other pulled at it, occasionally dipping in and making Dream cry out in ticklish agony.

Dream swore he saw stars from how hard his eyes were squeezed shut. He knew he was screaming through his laughter, yet everything sounded muffled. His senses were on fire. The arms of the machine were sinking into every sensitive spot with precision, and with the two taunting the small indent in the center of his tummy, he thought he might seriously pass out at any second. His face was hot, and he could hear George talking to him and saying his name, but he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how horribly everything tickled. He attempted to open his eyes, but he was laughing so hard that his cheeks were keeping them squinted, blurring his vision and making it essentially impossible to see. Dream had no choice but surrender to the tickles, throwing his head back and letting himself laugh as much as he needed to.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him onto his side, and suddenly he could breathe again, taking in gulps of air and gasping through his cackles. George had managed to find the power button, finally freeing Dream from the ticklish hell he had been enduring. The brunette was carding his hand through the blonde waves, adjusting the two so that Dream’s head was resting against his thighs.

“Thank you, ohoho my God…” Dream managed through his left over giggles, turning to lay flat on his back as he draped a hand over his chest, letting out a deep sigh when he felt how fast his heart was beating. His eyes were still shut but he could hear the brunette laugh from above him, feeling his hand being moved from his chest and being replaced with one much smaller than his own. Dream moved his hand back, laying it over George’s and holding it for comfort.

“What even was that thing?” George asked hesitantly. Dream could sense the nervousness in the elder’s voice, opening his eyes slowly to adjust to the light and allowing them to focus on the brunette. George’s face was closer than he expected, making him giggle when George realized and pulled back quickly, clearing his throat and looking away from the blonde. Dream watched with a wide smile as George’s face grew an even deeper shade of red, clearly flustered at the situation he had walked in on.

“Well,” Dream spoke through his teeth, grunting as he moved to sit up slowly and cracking his back before turning around to face George. “You were nice enough to trust me with the whole tickling thing, so I wanted to do something special for you!”

Dream laughed as George physically cringed at the mention of the dreaded word, turning his attention from the blonde once again and looking down at his lap, picking at a loose thread in his pants to distract himself as he continued.

“O-Okay, and what? You decided you wanted to torture yourself to relate, or….?” He let out a squeaky giggle when Dream scoffed at the accusation, squirming to the side when a poke landed on his ribs.

“No, idiot. I actually made it…for you. For fun for us, but I was also thinking about it for the times where I can’t be there to help, you know?” Dream spoke gently, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing and reaching behind him to pick up the small machine to hand to George. He watched as George’s face continued to turn a bright red, biting his lip to hold back the giggle that was threatening to escape to try and remain calm, knowing how embarrassing the subject was for the brunette.

“Dreeeeam,” George whined, holding the machine in one hand and bringing his free hand up to cover his face. “That’s…that’s just…”

He was struggling to find the words, torn between wanting to scream out in embarrassment, and wanting to cry because of how lucky he was to have someone like Dream supporting him. The younger boy giggled at the response, leaning forward and pulling the smaller boy into a hug. He smiled when he felt George lean into him, letting out a shaky breath as Dream used a hand to rub up and down his back soothingly.

“You’re welcome, Gogy.” Dream smirked, feeling George hide his face into the crook of his neck, whining about how much of an idiot he was. He let George pull away after a minute, using the floor to push himself up onto his feet and leaning down to offer George a hand. The brunette accepted it, grabbing the bigger hand and laughing when Dream yanked him to his feet as if he weighed nothing.

“I have a feeling this thing is gonna absolutely destroy you, Georgie.” Dream teased, poking at the machine and giggling when George turned his hips to prevent him from touching it. He noticed the elder’s blush had spread to the tips of his ears, the light pink color slowly turning a lighter shade of red the more flustered he became. George rolled his eyes at the blonde, hugging the machine to his chest as he spoke.

“Well, it sure did destroy you, didn’t it, Dreamie?” Dream made a move to walk towards the door, George suddenly stepping in his path and making the two almost collide together. He felt his own stomach flip at the question, taking a small step back and bringing a hand up to run through his hair as a way to cope with the nervousness he suddenly felt.

“I don’t know about that, but-” he tried to excuse the accusation away, but George was having none of it. He got a sudden wave of confidence, and mixed with his normal cockiness, Dream was doomed.

“No no no, you’re not gonna act like that didn’t just wreck you to pieces, Dream.” The blonde felt himself swallow hard as George took a step forward back into his space. “Which is kind of questionable, actually, because why would someone subject themselves to such torture if they didn’t like it? Care to explain?”

“N-No! No, I-”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” George held up a hand, slapping it over Dream’s mouth when he opened it to protest. “You wouldn’t have tried it if you didn’t think you’d like it at least a little bit.”

George removed his hand to let Dream answer, bursting into bright giggles when the blonde pressed his lips together tightly, his cheeks burning up and turning a dusty pink.

“I don’t!” George laughed at the way Dream was immediately defensive, not having any real excuse to offer other than a denial.

“Don’t worry, Dream. Your secret’s safe with me.” The older boy poked a finger into Dream’s tummy, making him jump back with a squeal. When he looked up again, George was walking towards the door, laughing as he went. Dream groaned, looking down at his shirt and bringing a hand up to his stomach, rubbing out the lingering tingles that George had left behind. He heard the door opening, looking up and being met with a very menacing smirk.

“Just to let you know, I absolutely will be using this against you. Watch your back, Dream. Your very, very ticklish back.” Dream felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched George flash him one last smile before turning to step through the threshold of the door with a wave, closing it lightly behind him.

Dream walked over to the crafting table, leaning back against it and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He sat down on the stool next to him, letting his head fall into his hands with a flustered whine, giggling to himself at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

When the flustered feeling finally passed, Dream was back on his feet, scribbling over blueprints of other ideas he had, making little improvements and upgrades as he worked. Dream decided he needed to up his game. If George thought that machine was mean, he decided to show him just how bad it could get. Dream was about to create George’s worst nightmare. Dream was determined to make George cry.

And he had just the idea on how to do it.

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The Umbrella Academy Final Version

Part Eight: A Sinister Christmas

Overview: As Ben finds the girl he kept drawing back in his timeline, the rest of the gang finds the seemingly quaint town growing hostile.

TW: mature language, stuff about people bodyshaming others, Klaus and Ben bromance (deserves tw for rhe cuteness yk), mention of gun, tell me if i missed anything!

Pairings in the chapter: Ben × Jennifer, Diego × Lila

A/N: Hello, hope you enjoy this new part!!!

Masterlist

Till they reached New Grumpson, the colorful sky had turned into a gloomy winter morning sky. It made everyone more tired than normal.

"Well, the hometown theory's busted, because there are no Grossmans listed here," Five said, coming out of the telephone booth. Everyone was standing outside, stretching their muscles and feeling much better than the previous day.

"Yeah, well, we'll just have a look around," Allison said plainly. "If he's here, we'll find him."

"I'm sorry, who made you the spokesperson around here?" Luther asked, the frostiness in his voice sending shivers through everyone.

Allison stared at him and blinked twice at the tone, showing her hands up in surrender before shoving one into her pocket to take her phone out to call Raymond.

"Yeah, this is why you do recon, assholes," Ben pointed out.

Viktor turned to him with a bemused look on his face. "Recon? Why are you saying 'recon'? We're not the A-Team."

"Oh, really?" Ben asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Shit. You fooled me."

"Benerino," Klaus called out soothingly, tapping on his shoulder once. "Shh. It's okay. We'll figure it out. No assholery, alright? Remember what we talked about back then."

"All that was bullshit," was his lying reply which only made Klaus smile knowingly as he ruffled Ben's hair.

"At least we still have a team, man," Diego asserted.

Clementine, who had her head inside the window, ruffling through her handbag, finally got out. "Hey guys, which one looks better on me?" she asked, holding blue plastic framed glasses one one hand and a silver metal framed one on the other.

"The silver one," Lila immediately answered.

"Yeah, definitely the silver," Viktor agreed, making Clementine nod her head as she wore the silver glasses and put the blue ones back in.

"Wait, why weren't you wearing them all this time?" Five asked.

"I had contacts on," she said and cringed. "Unfortunately, I forgot to take them out and slept with them."

"You hate contacts," Five stated. Clementine blinked, stunned for a second before she gulped.

"Maybe I did, then. But, y'know, I kinda realized that glasses make me look like shit, so."

"You know what? Screw this," Ben announced. "But all of you together? You're just a bunch of drooling stunted toddlers. I'm going back to my penthouse downtown."

"Doesn't that penthouse belong to the federal government now?" Luther asked.

"Shut the hell up, Luther," was the reply he got, as he walked. A tentacle fell out of his shirt, making everyone chuckle and guffaw.

"I'll catch up to you!" Klaus yelled out to him in a sing-songy voice.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Ben responded in the same tone.

"Must've been an ex," Lila whispered to Diego, as he readied up his gear, as they both stood beneath the door of the trunk.

"What?" Diego whispered back, as he started to wear it.

Lila tipped her chin to Clementine, who was currently bickering with Five over her prior hatred of contacts.

"Y'know, sometimes, people like someone so much that they change their ways and not in a good way," Lila speculated. "Must've been something like that with her. Man tells her she looks ugly in glasses, she changes to contacts, man accepts her..." she sighed as she trailed off. "That kind of thing sticks, y'know. Even after a break-up?"

Diego paused in his process of strapping on his gear, his eyes catching on to the faraway look in hers. He'd always cared about his fitness, which is why he went to the gym every evening.

"Yeah?" he asked. "Anyone ever made you feel that way?"

"Hmm, once," she replied absentmindedly. "It was during a mission, I think. A woman had commented on how bad I looked that night. I was wearing a shimmery black short sequin, I think. She said that my legs looked ugly in them. Haven't really liked to show my legs since."

His eyebrows furrowed in anger as he thought about a younger Lila hiding her legs because she felt embarrassed. He tipped her chin up with a finger her pupils dilating a bit as they looked into his. "Have I ever made you feel that way?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he waited for her answer. "What? No. Of course not, Diego. Why would you think that?"

"Just wanted to make sure," he said, flashing her a relieved grin as he continued with his gear. "Wouldn't be a good husband if I made my wife feel ugly, now, would I?"

With that, he fully turned to face her, arms wide open to show her his outfit. Lila gave him a proud smile, looping her arms around his neck.

"Handsome as ever," she said, making him glow as he swept her up into a sweet, passionate kiss.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Five called out in a disgusted voice. "Have your makeout session later. We gotta plan how to look for this guy."

As soon as they rejoined the group. Luther started reciting the plan.

"All right. Let's split up and look for this man. Let's be discreet. If you find him, don't do anything on your own. Let's just wait for the team."

They all walked past the town board, not really knowing what to expect.

New Grumpson was a quaint town, currently having a Christmas-themed fair. It was nice, to say the least, with everyone having a jolly good time.

Ben walked briskly down the road, Klaus soon running to catch up with him. Ben sighed in forced exasperation but made no move to drive him away. There were choirs cheerfully singing Christmas carols, almost making him nostalgic of the time he used to go to church just to listen to them when he was small.

He stopped and Klaus stopped just before bumping into him and followed his gaze to a diner named the Cosy Corner Diner. When they entered, their moods were immediately brightened up, for there was Christmas lightings put up and the song Jingle Bell Rock was playing inside.

Klaus immediately went to the seats, but Ben sat at the counter. Klaus's hands were uncovered, but he didn't seem to mind, deciding to try to get over the fear of dying rather than keep living like that. He didn't want to be a human sippy cup like Five had said.

"First time at New Grumpson?" a man sitting beside him asked.

Not having the strength to speak, Ben just scratched the back of his head and nodded. The man smiled, and tipped his head in welcome.

"Welcome to town, then," he said, making Ben nod thankfully to that as well.

He tipped his head down, feeling his upper back throb in pain. He pressed his lips together, tears welling in his eyes as he tried not to scream in pain.

"Hey. What would you like to eat today?" a nice voice asked, a hand sliding a menu under him. He lifted his head up and paused, his heart starting to pound loudly in his ears.

Jennifer, his mind immediately registered a name, even though the name tag on the woman's right shoulder said the name 'Rosie'. This was the girl who'd started to plague his dreams ever since he'd turned seventeen. There was no reason for the dream, just the girl, a name, her captivating smile, and a pretty face. He'd gotten into drawing because of her. He'd drawn endlessly, trying to get her smile, her hair, and her face just right. He'd never succeeded, though.

"He would like a grilled sandwich and a cappuccino," Klaus said, settling down beside him. "And I would like a grilled sandwich with a hot cocoa."

"All right," she said, taking the menu back and going to the kitchen window.

"Y'know, Ben, I get that it's been four years since you've seen a woman, but you can't just gawk at the first one you see," Klaus said, setting his elbows down on the counter, and chin on his hands.

Ben, turned to him, leaning close and whispering, "That's Jennifer."

Klaus's quirky face changed into a confused one. "Who's Jennifer?"

Ben turned fully to face him, knowing that he was pretty much the only one who'd listen to him. "When I turned seventeen, I started dreaming of this girl. She was the same age as I was. I saw her grow up, in my dreams. But then, she used to die because someone shot her in the head."

"Hmm. The only Jennifer I know is from the Jennifer Incident."

"What's the Jennifer Incident?" Ben asked, not getting how it ties up to this.

"Well, it was a tragic accident," Klaus said, almost like reciting words on paper. "Ben, our Ben, I mean, died because we failed as a team. Nobody was responsible, yet we were all responsible. Ben Hargreeves represented the best of us. Ben was the Umbrella Academy."

Ben just stared at him with a bewildered expression. He caught on to the way it turned almost monotonous in the second sentence. It was like he was speaking, but also like someone else was at the same time.

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you had to memorize it in school, and now, you can't forget it."

Klaus just blinked at him once and said, "Y'know, Ben, there are times when the words coming out of your mouth make no sense. This," he paused, pointing vaguely at his face. "Is one of those times."

Ben groaned through his teeth in irritation, turning back to face the counter, looking at the girl talking to one of the customers with the same smile, contours that were still ingrained in the muscles of his fingers and arm.

Some distance away, Luther stood outside Dottie's Antique shop, staring at some of the stuff kept outside. "Sloane would've loved it here," he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing the craftsmanship in one of the candlesticks.

Viktor and Allison looked at him with some concern and a tinge of pity in his eyes, before turning away.

"You know, it's, um... It's good to see you," Allison told Viktor awkwardly. "I'm happy that you're doing well."

Viktor shrugged, the action just as awkward. "Thanks."

Allison's expression turned regretful and serious, kicking a stone on the road. "Viktor. I don't know if I have the right to say this, honestly. And I'm not even expecting anything from you, but... I'm sorry."

Viktor looked up at her with surprise, not expecting that.

"I know that Harlan was important to you, and I was hurting, but that doesn't justify what I did, or how I treated you," she said softly. "I regret everything I said and did.

Viktor gave her a small smile. "Yeah. I know you do. It'll just take time for me to get there, y'know."

"That's alright," Allison said, returning the smile. "Anything to get one of my favorite brothers."

Meanwhile, Diego was winning toys to take back for the kids in the fair while the choir sang Deck The Halls. He smiled at Lila as he threw a second axe, and she only smiled knowingly. And after a third axe, he won a third reindeer stuffed toy.

"All right," Diego said, tenderly holding the toys in his arm. "I got the kids covered. You want one?"

She just shook her head with a smile, squeezing his shoulder softly before walking off, sipping on a coffee as she discreetly looked around. Diego looked at the shop, finding a pretty teddy bear with a bead bracelet on one of its paws. He was reminded of their time in Texas, and fished out more money to pay for another round.

Back in the diner, Ben knocked on the table where Rosie was sitting.

"Can I sit here?" he asked.

She gave him a bemused look. "I thought you didn't really want company."

He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged as she nodded and tipped her chin toward the seat across from her, gesturing him to sit. He sat down and she set her chin on her hand.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere," she said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I got caught up in this international wire fraud thing," he said. "Well, not directly, but, well. It's been a rough couple years."

"Wait, you're the SparrowBit guy?" She asked, surprise lacing her voice.

"I was a partner in it, yeah," Ben said with a sigh. "But, I swear, I didn't even know that my partner was upto all that shit. I actually wanted to help people."

"Huh. Then, why didn't you plead innocent?" She asked curiously.

"It would've involved a look into my past. And my past is... complicated, to say the least."

"So what? You just spent your time in jail because you didn't want them to look into your past? That's kinda stupid, if you ask me."

"Yeah, well. I wanted to mogul up, and this is what I get for it, I guess."

They both shared a chuckle. "What about you?" He asked. "Is your plan to just stay in town? I mean you look smart, you could probably make something out of yourself out there."

"There was a time I wanted to leave town. See what's out there," she said ruefully. "But, well, that ship has sailed. I bought this place, rent is cheap. Uncle Gary's weird, but he's family."

Ben smiled at the sentence, looking at Klaus chowing down his sandwich and guzzling down his coffee. "Yeah, I get that."

Clementine was also standing in the fair, eyes subtly scanning every face she could see. Suddenly, a woman ran into her, making her power act up again, as she saw the woman fastening a gun in the holster in the back of pants.

Clementine's breath hitched as she smiled and apologized to the woman. She needed to find the others. Something wasn't right here.

Elsewhere, Five was trying his best to blink, trying to summon his powers. "Blink. Dammit, just... blink."

Lila, who was approaching him, sipped on her coffee and asked, "Doing your Kegels in public now, are we?"

He turned with a start of surprise before composing himself. "Y'know, just trying to stay limber. Not give myself deep vein thrombosis."

She hummed sarcastically in response. "At your age, you gotta look out for that."

"How worried do you think we have to be about this Cleanse thing?" He asked her after a beat of silence.

"Hard to say," Lila said speculatively, coming closer a bit and lowering her voice. "You know, I used to think the Keepers were 90% batshit, but since I've been roofied with the marigold, and I'm shooting laser beams out of my eyeballs, I'll give 'em 50/50."

"Right. Well, after this, I'll go back, find Jean and Gene."

"I'll come with you," she said and he shook his head in response.

"You either tell Diego, or keep out of this," he hissed.

"What're you two talking about?" Diego asked.

"Trying to decide which festive drink to partake in," Lila replied.

"And?"

"Well, mulled wine for myself, cocoa for the lady."

He looked around once more catching an eye of an elf staring at them, no, watching them.

"That elf," he said suspiciously, making the couple turn. "He's staring right at us."

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he ignored it. He could feel someone's burning gaze on the side of his neck and turned to see Clementine, holding her phone in her hands her thumbs hovering over the screen.

He whipped his phone out, looking at the text she sent him.

I've bumped into about five people in this fair yet and they all have guns. something's going on.

He looked back at her in question, to which he only got a confused shrug.

She purposefully bumped into another stranger, closing her eyes before anyone could spot them going black. When they opened a second later, she tapped furiously on her screen, causing his phone to vibrate again.

We have to get outta here. Now. They have big guns.

Five's face twisted in confusion as he looked at her, but she was focussed elsewhere, mostly at the people starting to surround her.

Outside Dottie's Antiques, there was a crowd starting to gather. Allison was the first to notice as she called out for the attention of Luther and Viktor.

Five's phone pinged again, this time, message in caps.

FIVE WE HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT THIS IS A MILITARY TOWN.

Another A/N: Helloooo, so just an announcement here. So I'm changing up some of the things about what happened to Allison in s3 because idk first of all it doesn't make sense and second it's not sitting right when it comes to the fic.

So in s3, in my head the assault scene doesn't happen, she just doesn't like him going for Sloane. Plus idk man they did her dirty last season. Like ok, she was hurting and grieving, but i feel like she wouldn't assault Luther like that. Just doesn't sit right w me yk? Sorry if this goes against any hcs.

Anyway thanks @auxiliarydetective for letting me borrow your concept with the music haha. I hope you're liking the foc so far. Go read her tua fic too guys, it's basically a rewrite from s1, but it's rly good.

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💖💙💜

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Happy life, Happy...Daughter?

Dad Katuski x mom reader ~~~~

Name: Y/n Bakugou

Age:23

Quirk: fire

Draw backs: major burns on skin and sun burns.

Daughter name: Kimiko Age:3

Warning: swearing {um well it's Bakugou}

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You and Katuski had your daughter when you were both young, 20 to be exact, which meant that you both had to immediately stop all of your hero work well any hero work to take care of her.

Kimiko was the light of your lives though and you wouldn't trade her for anything, but today your husband was supposed to be taking her to the agency with him but there was always that last minute call and well he had to go on patrol with Kirishima to catch this really dangerous villain that was setting things up in flames.

Not that he couldn't handle anything in his way but in the process that meant having to break the news to his daughter. It all started at 12AM.

~~ Y/n and her husband were sleeping in the comfort of their bed when Katsuki got a phone call. He was determined to let whoever was calling call and stop calling after the 3rd ring. However, when it got to the 3rd ring, they just kept calling and didn't stop.

Y/n rolled over and hit her husband on the chest and mumbled "Katsuki get up and get your phone, they are not going to stop"

"No, they can wait till morning" "No, it is morning already, get it!"

"Whatever woman" He grumbled turning over to the nightstand and picking up the phone. He looked at the phone and noticed it was his agency.

"What!" He yelled into the phone causing you to hit him again. I was to early for him to be yelling like that and you did not want him to wake up your daughter.

*On the phone*

Agency: You need to be here exacty at 8 in the morning Ground Zero! Katsuki: Ok and why are you calling me to say that you nerd! Agency: Whatever just be here on-

*Hangs up phone*

He proceeds to lay back down while y/n sits up.

"I have to leave early" He says "What! but you were supposed to take Kimiko with you to the agency tomorrow? You know I can't stay home!" You say

"Well you are going to have to please babe, we are so close to catching this villain" He says

You sigh, Staying home from work is always hard because you both decided to alternate days when you take Kimiko to work with you and the days you didn't have her were normally patrol days vs days with her were days filled with meetings.

Today was supposed to be your husbands meeting day and you had patrol, but of course he needed to go on patrol so you had to take Kimiko, and today was not the day to take her to the agency because well it's not toddler proof so you had to stay home with her and call in.

"Ok, I will call in later but you owe me" You say

"Mmhm" He says, yanking you down and wrapping his arm around you. "I love you y/n" "Yeah I know you do"

~~ BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

7:00AM

You both got out of bed and Katsuki went to shower.

You on the other hand went to make so breakfast for when your husband came out to the living room.

When he came out you gave him his breakfast and lunch for the day.

"I will see you too later ok?" He said giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Yeah go catch kick so bad guy ass for us" You said quietly

"Hell yeah I will!" He said walking out of the door.

While your daughter was still sleeping, you decided to go and call your agency and let them know that you couldn't come in today because of some issues. After the brief call you went to do some cleaning around the house and pick up some things off of the floor.

"MOMMY!" you heard from down the hall, You dropped everything you had and and to your daughters room. She was sitting up in her bed with her little ground zero stuffed doll. She looed it because it reminded her of her papa when he was gone on missions and she took it everywhere.

"Kimiko baby?" You said "How was your sleep?" You walked over to her bed

"Good, where's papa?" She asked. She had gotten used to the switching days of going to you guys agency and knew that since she went with you yesterday it was time to go with her dad today.

"He had to leave early" You said picking out her some clothes' for the day.

"But he leave without me?" She said making you sigh.

"He will be back before bed time, but today you and I are going to do whatever you want" You say

Doing whatever she wanted was the easiest way to avoid a tantrum so even if that meant going to her and her papa's favorite cat café just without her papa you would do it.

"But I want papa, our day?" She said getting ready for a melt down.

"I know baby but he will be home later, how about we go to your favorite café? Then you can get your favorite food" You said to her helping her get into her outfit. 

"KATSUDIN!" She yells running to put her shoes on then sitting on the couch.

You nodded and went to get dressed as well. 

15 minutes later you guys were sitting in the café with your food. 

"Mommy? get cat?" Kimiko was holding this really fat black cat that had spots of blond all over it's body. 

"Um I don't know, your papa and I work a lot" You said looking down at you cut but when you looked up the cat and your daughter were staring at you. 

"Uh ok fine." You said getting up to go sign some adoption papers.

~~

A cat, a coffee, and a shopping trip later you guys were home and by now it was 7:00PM and you had just feed Kimiko dinner. Both of you were sitting on the couch with your new cat Aniko when the door jiggled and the the door opened.

"Brat and woman! I am home with a surprise" Katsuki said closing the door.

"PAPA!" Kimiko said running over to where your husband had sat down a large moving bag, he picked her up and hugged her.

"I missed you so much baby" he said giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

You walked up and gave him a hug as well "I missed you too..... king explosion murder" you said laughing casing him to playfully push you.

"I bought you a gift" He said putting his daughter down and picking up the bag. 

"What is it?" She said.

"It is a...." He pulls something out of the bag and your smile drops

Another.... black cat with a ....blond spot...

Kimiko gasps and runs back to the couch and grabs Aniko 

"LOOK MAMA AND PAPA THEY CAN BE SISTERS!" she said making your husbands smirk fall, and he sighs

..."another cat?" He says and you give a sheepish laugh.

"Surprise, Hehe?" 

"I'm gonna call you Mika!" 

Part 2 out soon