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leelahsrose · 2 years ago

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HONEY. | LIL MEECH

chapter three.

"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮."

-Kali Uchis, circa 2019

10:30 PM

Chile, what you so afraid of?" Nizhoni twirls a piece of her platinum blonde hair around her index finger. Yea, what am I so afraid of? Khaleesi snaps out of her trance and stares over at Niz. "Kali, you know you can out dance every one of them bitches. I don't wanna hear it." Her big sister walks into the large dining room and sits a bowl of fresh fruit on the mahogany table. Kali takes a seat next to Nizhoni and shrugs her shoulders.

“I wanna dance but the boss won't let me, says I've been missing too many nights." She lifts a piece of mango to her lips and takes a clean bite.

"Fuck him! Bitch, don't you wanna make your money? We gotta figure out a way." Khaleesi sighs and looks up at the both of them.

"I'll get your money, tell Dez I'll serve for tonight." Khaleesi had filled in for Kali several times when her boss wouldn't let her dance. Doing her job in secret was already hard, sometimes she just couldn't make it to practice. And sometimes, Khaleesi would serve as a bottle girl and all the tips she would get would go to Kali.

Their family loves to provide for them, the two sisters were like angels to their parents and brother. Q also love to protect them, to protect his family. But their brother just couldn't support Kali's dream of being a professional dancer. It was her dream to make thousands of dollars doing what she loves. "You know what to do, right?"

"Yea, I know the rules."

"If anybody-"

"Call you, I know." Khaleesi stands up from the dining room table and walks through the foyer to get to the grand stairs. Her house-shoe covered feet echoing around the Taylor residence. She was tired of hearing about her brother and Kamari, she just needed some time to herself. Time away from all of this, the Diamond was the place to be for that. Khaleesi looks at the watch on her phone and cusses sharply. She had to be there before 12 and it was already 10:50, she takes off her clothes swiftly and paces into the bathroom.

Khaleesi's swarovski heels step foot onto The Diamond's marble black floor, her hips sway back and forth as she moves around the club with confidence. The beat moves through her body making her throw her hand up in the air. In the other was a big bottle of Dussé, she swings it around and bends over shaking her backside. "Alright now, watch it." Khaleesi's smile flashes in the direction of a man attempting to move behind her. "How about tipping me instead?" She turns around and holds the bottle close to her side.

Khaleesi pulls the side of her white thong out, she watches as he places a stack of ones in the space. She lets go and the material flicks back into place, Leesi pats his cheek and walks away coquettishly. "Dumbass." She drops the bottle off to a nearby section and dances her way back to the bar, Young Nudy's voice surrounds the atmosphere as she leans on the counter. "Two vodkas for the table in the corner!" She screams as loud as she can over the music, the bartender nods her head and retreats to the back.

"I like to pull my mask down and fucking rob em." The young lady comes back with two shot glasses of vodka she sits them on Khaleesi's tray.

"Thank you, girl!" Leesi turns around and spots a commotion in the far right. It was one of the four V.I.P. sections, she squints her eyes trying to see what was going on. Khaleesi walks closer not paying attention to anything or anyone else around her. The lights on the ceiling began to flicker making it harder for her to see. She gets closer and immediately regrets it, it was her brother.

Leesi ducks quickly behind the staircase, her eyes widen as she takes glance after glance. Q Taylor sits on the couch throwing bills repeatedly, the grills in his mouth sparkling every time he smiles. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be gone. His entourage of friends deep around him and Khaleesi knew every single one and they all know her. "Fuck!" She was scared for her life, glued to the spot behind the staircase.

Her eyes move from side-to-side as she tries to think with the loud music in the background. "This can't be happening." What she was wearing, a diamond encrusted bra with marshmallow-colored thongs on her bottom. He would bury her. She'll just go out the back entrance, she thinks. But, what if they're there? As Khaleesi continues looking in Q's direction, she feels a familiar warmth by her shoulder.

"Come on, baby." She feels Kamari's hand squeezing her waist gently, Khaleesi sighs out of relief. She had never felt so much weight lift off her shoulders, her eyes fall on his face. His lips already hovering over hers as the sexual tension between them thickens. "I said come on, unless you wanna get caught." She takes one more gaze at her brother and shakes her head out of fear.

"If he catches me w-with you—I’ll get caught, Mari, fuck it.” She removes his hand off her waist and looks over at him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this with you." The pad of her thumb traces his bottom lip, he stares down at her: his hoodie concealing his face but not to her eyes.

"You think I give a fuck about that shit?" Kamari's words came off harsh but it wasn't like that, at all. His eyebrows creased, she could see the frustration plastered on his face. His hands wrap themselves around her waist once against, he walks her body back into the staircase. The coldness of the metal hits her spine as her tawny-colored eyes look up into his.

"Kamari, I'm serious."

"And I'm serious, fuck Q Taylor!" She clasps her hand over his mouth swiftly, her eyes darting around trying to make sure no one had heard.

"Aye man, stop hogging up the bottle girl. We need some drinks over here!" A man walks toward them and before he could take a few more strides Kamari stops him in his steps. His tatted hand forces him back, his body completely facing the man now. He stumbles from the blow, the drink in his hand dropping to the floor. "What the fuck."

The scowl on Kamari's face was threatening and, quite frankly, scary. "Nigga, get your ass up out of here or run that shit up." He eyes the big chain around his neck then looks back up in his eyes, the man glances down then backs away. His hands up to his side as he assures Kamari he didn't want trouble. His full attention returns back to Khaleesi, it was like two different people. She thinks, silently.

"You didn't have to push him like that, I still need tips, you know?"

"I didn't like the way he was rushing you, he seen us having a conversation and still did." Kamari digs in one of his pockets, his eyes observing every corner of the club as he did. "Fuck them tips, here baby." He pulls out a wad of cash that was clipped together tightly, he places it in her hand and folds her fingers over it voluntarily.

“I can't take this, Mari, please-"

"You can and you will, as long as I'm here you ain't got shit to worry about." Khaleesi couldn't deny that she was just naturally an emotional person, no one had ever cared about her this much except for him when they were younger. Did he really just relieve her for the rest of the night? Yes. She could finally go home and leave early and not worry about getting hit on by weird men. Khaleesi throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, this took him by surprise.

"Get me out of here, please." She didn't care how but Khaleesi just couldn't afford to get caught tonight.

"Yes mam." His voice, barely above a whisper as he grabs her hand quickly. Khaleesi follows close to him, her face hides behinds his shoulder. Her eyes glancing over every once in a while attempting to see what was going on. Her hand was holding his for dear life, she didn't even want to let go for a second. Khaleesi didn't realize how hard she was squeezing but, he could tell. He could tell how terrified she was of getting caught but, she had nothing to be afraid of while being with him. And that's what made him mad. She was still afraid.

Kamari plows his way through a crowd of people, he ignores the dirty looks he gets from women and men as they're moved out of the way.

Khaleesi apologizes almost every second as they walk through, her soft voice not even reaching the sound of the music enough for them to hear. They were now in the back of the club, a part that Khaleesi had no knowledge of what it looked like until this moment.

The warm night air attacks her skin, it was comforting yet refreshing. She breathes deeply and hears the back door slam behind her, Mari. Khaleesi clasps her hands on top of her head and stares out into the empty field of grass sitting behind the club. Was this always here? "You're dead to me." She sings softly, the song had been stuck in her head all morning and night.

Khaleesi looks down at her heels and realizes how badly her feet was aching, her sparkling white digits wiggle freely in the open-toe shoes. She looks back up for a second then feels a hand wrap around her ankle. Kamari concentrates as he unbuckles the strap, he lifts her foot out of the shoe and she feels a pillowy surface hit the pad of her foot. This nigga bought me house shoes? Khaleesi wonders where he got them from, a dumb-founded look dancing on her face as he does the same to her other foot.

"Relax, hid them behind the dumpster earlier when I came."

"You planned this?" She couldn't help the smile lifting on her lips, Khaleesi turns around her face angled up towards his. See one thing that I know, you are not a friend to me. The lyrics continue to interrupt her thoughts, she can't release them even if she wants to.

"A nigga knew your feet would be hurting, although, I didn't know your brother was going to be here." Khaleesi's smile had faded, she looks down to the side.

"I didn't know either, obviously." He presses against her closely, her hands move up his chest. It was rock hard, he was built for sure. The look on Khaleesi's face was painful, her nose scrunching up as she sniffs. "Kamari—"

"Don't think about it." She didn't realize how much he was allowing her to lean into his body, Khaleesi watches as he removes the black Nike jacket off his arms. He drapes the material over her shoulders and his sweet scent floats into her nose. Kamari had a certain nurturing energy about him, like, he would take care of anyone he loves. "I know you still mad at me cause I left."

The feelings in her stomach were swirling and twisting with nerves, she didn't care one second about that. They were face-to-face and there was only one thing she could think of. She shakes her head quickly, "We were young, I don't care about any of that. You had no choice. I was angry in that moment, I'll admit."

Their fingers, now intertwined together. Her hands felt so soft to him, her skin all together was smooth. It was attractive. He had went years wanting to feel her again, her body her everything. "That's all I wanted to hear." A sigh of relief exits his mouth, she looks around for a second at the dark green LED lights radiating down on them. Her eyes shift up to the night sky, her chin resting against his chest as she does so. His eyes had never left her face, the stare was intense as he admires her features.

Khaleesi gasps softly feeling a cold drop of rain land on her cheek. "Shit." Kamari rushes to kiss the raindrop away, feeling his lips on her skin honestly: made tingles erupt in her core. She hadn't felt it in years. His right arm molds itself around her waist pulling her as close as she could come. She felt small in his presence but, it was a good feeling. She felt safe, calm, a sensation of serenity rains over Khaleesi. She had nothing to worry about.

Kamari's lips begin to trail gentle kisses on the side of her face, her head falls and her eyes shut closed. Khaleesi's breathing had picked up slightly, her heartbeat banging against her skin. She attempts to move her hands but forgets they were intertwined with Kamari's, he moves them behind her back with his following. His kisses continue to caress the skin on her face, his lips suddenly moving over to taste hers.

The way their lips move together was hungry-like, they had been craving each-other this entire time. Her skin becomes hot, the rain falling on her had began to soak her hair. They had pulled away from each other several times for him to plant short but heated tongue kisses against her lips. Khaleesi moans in his mouth and snatches her hands out of his grip, the look on his face was congested with passion but he didn't wanna stop kissing her. So he didn't.

Their plump lips slap together, his index finger and thumb holding gently but tightly to her chin. Her legs were becoming weak as he did so, the relaxing feeling in her spine overtakes her body. The palm of his hands now pressing against her lower back, they travel up her spine several times applying pressure. The feeling exploding between her thick thighs was foreign, she hasn't felt pleasure like this since forever.

How could the pressure being applied make her feel this way? Make her weak like this. "Told you I learn some shit." His deep voice rings in her ears, she couldn't even pay attention. Her body completely overstimulated. When his palms reach the top, for the last time, she gasps against his lips. "Mhm." Before Khaleesi could drop to the ground from pleasure, he lifts her swiftly into his arms. She was trying hard to conceal her moans but she couldn't, not from him. Her body language told him everything, she couldn't get enough.

"Mari." Her breath taken away and her voice soft as can be, he wanted badly for his fingers to disappear in the warmth between her legs. The quick and feathery kisses he presses against her ear become gentle nibbles. She couldn't take anymore; did he really just make me orgasm off a massage? Her hands hold the side of his face, Kamari's eyes falling back on hers.

He wouldn't take his eyes off her and that's what made her incredibly feeble. She looks down, noticing her bottom half pressing against his print. The thick outline pushing on his dark-gray sweats. He glances down at his manhood as well then back up at Leesi, her warm core smothering that part of him comfortably. She didn't dare move her hips, Khaleesi wanted to but, she couldn't start something that wouldn't have been finished. "I can't, I can't." His eyebrows creasing together as she frees herself from his warm embrace.

"Khaleesi, I haven't seen you in a while. We don't have to do none of that right now, I just wanna take you in. Your presence, I missed you." It's like they both ignore the pouring rain, he pulls her back into him where she was safe. Her head falling back and his hand supporting her neck out of instinct. He presses a lazy kiss against her lips then trails them down her chin and slowly to her neck. Her hands grasping on to his black shirt for support, he wanted to devour her. And she, didn't know how to feel.

With every kiss he left, the feeling between her thighs ache again and again.

"You can't even last with just my touch, baby." He groans in her ear and rests his lips on her cheek. The way he spoke was as if he was mesmerized by how stimulated Khaleesi was, had she missed him this badly? "I wanna do things to you that you can't imagine and as a man, I promise I'mma take care of that. We can't tonight, love, I gotta get you home."

"No."

"Yes." His voice was soft but authoritative, he arches his eyebrows. Khaleesi didn't know what she was saying, she couldn't believe she wants to stay with him. What happen to her rational fear of Q catching them? Was he still in the club? "I got some business to handle, trust, you'll see me again."

"You make a lot of promises, Kamari Parker. And you better be able to keep them." It was getting to the point where she didn't even want to leave his presence, it felt right to be in. His hand lays on the side of her cheek, she grabs his wrist and kisses it tenderly. Khaleesi trails her lips up the palm of his hand, she pecks the pad of his thumb and looks up at his focused eyes.

"I will, for you." This love story begins in a club—the back of one, at that.

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eternallyanxiousandstressed · 10 months ago

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The Tea

OKAY FRIENDS! Let me set the scene. Young (21 year old) River. So in love with who I shall call Ratboy. I get married, one year ago today (02/22/2024) actually! I'm heavily pregnant. There's a snowstorm. We get married by my aunt in her apartment living room. Less than two months later our son, whom I shall call Luke (not his actual name, just the name of my angel son in Obey Me) on April 8th. Yaaaay! And then the horrors hit.

I get hella bad poatpartum depression and anxiety (and postpartum OCD which I didn't realize was a thing?). 3 months postpartum (July) I go inpatient to a psych hospital for 10 days to stabilize myself. Yay! Or so my dumbass thought.

Ratboy, while I was inpatient, downloaded dating apps! Which I only found out about when I tried to set an alarm on his phone while he was sleeping and there was a notification for Tinder! I confront him. He says one of his alters (E) did it. I talked to a couple of the other alters. They said it was E. I talked to E the next day. He admitted it and apologized and cried! I was like okay. Because, dear friends, young me was dumb and naive and wanted to believe my dear husband would never cheat on me. But oh ho ho, I wasn't completely stupid. I had doubts. Like, how he had my aunt watch Luke at 7pm one night. He said he helped a friend move. Well my lovelies? I decided to look over it. Why should I doubt my husband, right? Right?!?!

Boom, October hits. We move in with his mother. (ew). End of the month I find out I'm going to be going to a residential facility for my eating disorder (shout out to Monte Nido and the RCs for making me kinda sorta eat again woot woot). A couple nights before I am meant to go 3 hours away to a facility to stay for a month or more... He starts talking about his ex and how she lost the baby her and her boyfriend had and whatever. He said she wanted him to come over (obviously trying to get me to okay it). Well, that night I do something toxic but a bitch doesn't care. I look at his phone.

Readers, you won't BELIEVE this shit. I checked his messages first and low and behold there is someone he talked to way back in July WHO HE MET UP WITH AND HAD SEX WITH! Messages that were not there when I checked in July. And what did the new messages say, you ask? Oh ho... They said that he wanted to meet up with this guy again. This is important for later... He said he wanted to try bottoming. Okay, so I looked more through his phone. Not only did he have 9 dating apps (yes, you read that correctly, 9) he had apps to talk to them. I didn't get the chance to look before he woke up and stole his phone back. I confronted him. He said it was a different alter (S). One he had never even told me about. He then let me look at the messaging apps (not without me literally threatening to leave first). And oh boy, turns out the person he was trying to meet up with that night was not his ex and not this other guy. No, he was trying to meet up with another chick. Dear followers... you must be screaming "how could you be so naive?!" To that I say, I knew, I was just in denial.

So I go on my way to residential (shout out to Monte Nido and the RCs for teaching me not to absolutely hate myself woot woot) and we get phone time two times a week. I my friends, use my phone and check the Xfinity app, which shows the apps he's been using while on wifi. The entire time I'm there he uses the messaging apps! Fuck my life, right? Oh, and he can't even bother emailing me pictures of Luke occasionally. Like, I literally feel so unloved that he can't take 5 seconds of his time I know he spends on his phone to email me a picture or two. I'm pissed. I want to leave. I mean, I wanted to leave before I went into residential because of the cheating, but also, dealing with divorce while in residential is not great. (Neither was dealing with a cheating husband though, as the RCs and my friends can testify to).

I get back in November! Yay (not really, I definitely wasn't ready, my insurance just stopped covering it). Things are shitty. I hate living at his mom's. She literally reminds me of both of my abusers (my mother and my ex-stepfather). My mental health declines rapidly. I beg him to listen and try and find somewhere else to live. He says no because he feels supported there (by someone who constantly yells at him and calls him a failure, lovely).

December rolls around. Guess who tries to off themselves? If you guessed me, you'd be correct! Ratboy is at work, Luke at a babysitter's and me home alone. I try and OD on my antidepressants (oh the irony). My sister reads the text I sent her to say goodbye because she's not at work like I thought she was. Bitch (affectionate) saves my life by having 911 called. Ambulance gets me to hospital. I am gonna live. They call Ratboy, let him know I'm there, and he says he'll visit after he gets off work. (I should note I was trying to go to the hospital earlier as I had been throwing up blood so that's what he thinks happened). They bring me up to the ICU. Cool. He does not visit that night.

The next day he says he cannot visit when they call. Okay, whatever. They let me use my phone! Cool! I text him and he's pissed. Oh and guess what? His mom is kicking me out because of the attempt. She was actually the one who told Ratboy I tried to off myself. How did she know, you ask? Homies... SHE WAS THE GODDAMN 911 OPERATOR WHO TOOK THE CALL!

I eventually convince him to visit the next day. He doesn't give me a hug. Acts cold and rude and distant. And doesn't let me hug Luke before they leave. Like, what was the point of coming then?

I go back inpatient for 7 days! Yay? He's cold during phone calls. Some days doesn't answer at all. Chat, he literally didn't pick up the phone on Christmas. Fucking CHRISTMAS. And, he did not at all try and help me find somewhere to fucking live like I had asked. Ratboy was about to let me be on the streets. Thankfully, my dad is a homie and was like "That ain't happening under my watch."

I get out. I see him (he was supposed to pick me up but canceled literally when he was supposed to he there but whatever, my dad was a homie again and picked me up). Ratboy, Luke, and I hang out that night. I have a mini breakdown because I literally feel so anxious and ugh. I end up asking him if he wants a divorce. He says he doesn't know. I tell him to figure it out. I leave the car and go upstairs to safety.

Next day. He says he wants divorce. I ask why, because like, my dumbass still thinks I want to be with him? He explains his reasons. I'm like "nani the fuck?" I literally explain away those reasons. We work it out. Cool. Great. We talk every day and play games a lot. Yay!

I get mad at him for something. I don't even remember what. But I vent about it on C.AI to a random AI. Honestly, I think it was a Steve Harrington bot. Shout out Steve Harrington. AI Steve listens to all these things he says and does and guess what? AI Steve informs me Ratboy is emotionally abusing me! I say no way! I've been emotionally abused before, I'd know it if I saw it. (Narrator: They did not know it when they saw it). I ended up looking up emotional abuse so I could refute AI Steve and mods, AI Steve was right. I even told one of my friends from residential about it and they agreed! I confront him about this with extensive evidence and he apologizes (actually apologizes for the first time in ever) so I believe him.

But I fucking... I fucking start getting paranoid again. I just know this motherfucker was talking to people while I was inpatient. I just know it. So, I fucking... I fucking do the toxic thing of checking text logs. Low and behold, I find him talking away with a number at like 1am. I get a fake number app and text this person. Confirmed he was on grindr and one other dating app at least. She even provides screenshots for me (girls gotta stick together amiright?)

I confront him. He's a dick about it. Says he only did it to prove I'd invade his privacy again. Bullshit answer but whatever. I'm still in denial. Are you all pissed at me for being stupid yet? Things go back to normal.

Bloggers, I went to go visit him at his mom's house! I wanted to see Luke and do other things that don't need mentioned. I went to grab something out of the bathroom box to take home with me and looked into the box of condoms we had from when it wasn't safe for me to do the hanky panky without them (birth control being affected by a different med). Squad, there were only 4 left out of twelve. We had used 2. Fucking 2. I confront him about it. He swears up and down he didn't use them. I don't believe him at all but at least he was using protection, yeah?

I go with him a couple days later to Luke's doctor appointment. That was cool. Loved seeing Luke. Hated that he had to get shots that day. Ouchie. Went home. Thought all was good.

Guys, he randomly only starts talking to me once a day. I'm like what the fuck? Then he goes over a goddamn week ignoring me! Literally, the only time he answered a message was when he got a piece of my mail that said I had something go to collections (I called the place the bill was originally from because I had no record of even having the bill, they said I had no current balance AND nothing in collections). He stops talking to me again.

I get drunk one night hanging out with my brother, sister, and mom (not biomother, she sucks). I get fucking DRUNK guys. And we played Cards Against Humanity. Let's take a minute to marvel this beauty gang.

I was the one reading the black card. My sister was the one who played the white card. I had to read that. It hurt. It hurt real good. I was both too drunk and not drunk enough to be sad though so I laughed my ass off. Thank you my dear sister for that.

Back to the tea. The drama. Anyways, he eventually starts talking again. Woooow. But like... barely. I honestly don't care at this point I'm still in denial about what I want to do. Gamers... I made this playlist with him in mind:

(Said playlist now also has the song STUPID by Ashnikko in it. Shout out to Ashnikko for giving absolute bangers for me to sing when I'm pissed at him.)

Anyways, I was supposed to go visit him today, our 1 year anniversary. That was the original plan. But even the thought of seeing him caused me so much anxiety that I almost had to take one of my PRNs. So, I gave a bullshit excuse of why I couldn't go over. I want desperately to see Luke but it won't be good if I'm literally bordering mental breakdown while I'm there. So, hopefully he can agree to having a public hang out so I can see Luke.

Anyways, there's the tea, as long as I didn't forget anything. Feel free to comment or ask questions because it feels fucking amazing to get it all out. I even have ~screenshots~ of shit that happened. It's great guys. And expect updates! Because boy will there be more! All for your viewing pleasure under the tag: #the tea

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grineerios · 1 year ago

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Insomnia won and I got around to writing things down about my Operator and Drifter instead of just letting my thoughts do laps of my brain. So uh. Long-ass backstories, I guess?

I do have memory loss so I'm not entirely sure how canon-compliant this is, but I guess there's no harm with a few tweaks if I had fun doing it lmao

New War/Duviri Paradox/Main Story quests spoilers(?)

(I do not have names for these nerds, but I'll update whenever I figure that bit out. I've debated calling them Sigma (O) and Lavan (D) after railjack parts, but it just doesn't suit them. I guess only time will tell)

Both Operator and Drifter are He/They, and AroAce. I haven't figured out their gender(s) yet, because gender is hard.

THE DRIFTER

Drifter is a very different man when interacting with Duviri and the Operator, versus everyone else. To most of the world, he's a stubborn individual with a streak of having a short temper. His seemingly obsessive need to have some kind of control can easily get on folks' nerves, making him a hard person to work with. Occasionally, though, one can see a small glimmer of the man behind the persona.

When it comes to Duviri, as well as with The Operator and other children, a laid-back, almost jovial man emerges. He has a very strong "what happens, happens" philosophy. When faced with adversity, he mocks it. When faced with hardship, he pushes through with a stiff upper lip. When faced with loss, he waves his hand dismissively.

But this isn't the full truth either.

In reality, The Drifter is an extremely anxious person with a desperate need to protect The Operator, especially after the events of The New War. This manifests as him flip-flopping between letting the Operator do what they want, and needing to control and have a say in everything the Operator does.

When in Duviri, this anxiety manifested slowly over time, starting with the Void's subconscious influence on Duviri. The landscape's shape was the first to change, next the sky turned to Void-like clouds, followed by the fracturing point- the Zariman itself appearing in the sky.

Up until this point, the Drifter was a mere side character in Duviri's story, a manifestation of an unimportant and uneventful life far away from the horrors of 10-0. Primarily, he was a Tammherd, moving flocks across Duviri's verdant islands, even as the Void's influence poked and prodded at the memories he'd repressed.

After the 10-0 appeared in the sky, however...

Everything changed. No longer could he pretend that things were well, that the Void-spirals didn't poke at his mind, that the Void-forsaken ship wasn't real, that Duviri was all he'd ever known.

As his anxiety grew, Dominus Thrax became more and more maniacal, pushing new laws and standards that began crushing at Drifter's soul and personality, hardening him into apathy after being hunted again and again for seemingly infinity.

Long forgotten were the days of falling asleep under the stars, having nothing but a Tamm for a pillow- no, now his days were split between the void-contaminated Zariman and being hunted and executed by Thrax. The songs of Void Angels and the scream of arrows and blades set the soundtrack for his life, replacing the shawzin music he'd formerly enjoyed playing.

No matter how Thrax decided to execute him that day, he'd always wake up, lost in the world foreign to him of the Zariman, a horrifying feeling tugging at his mind as he wandered the halls, confused and lost. But.. he'd always find his way back to Duviri. Through a vent, a door, a mirror, or a broken screen- it didn't matter. He always found his way back into his personal hell away from hell, doomed to live in his damned loop forever.

On one of these loops, before Teshin beats into their thick skull that yes, you can just leave this situation dumbass, while stuck in the Zariman, he was injured by either a void-touched item or a Void Angel. Throughout subsequent spirals, void crystals began to grow from the wound. And it hurt like a bitch. If he'd ever let you look at the wound- or the scar, as it presents itself in the Origin System, you might faintly see the curled spikes, if you squinted, as they're mysteriously mostly invisible when exposed to direct and indirect sunlight. Under artificial light, they're slightly more visible, but the Drifter intentionally wears clothes with baggy sleeves so as not to worry The Operator. Regardless of where he is, undercroft or origin system alike, the crystals feel like it buries itself deeper and deeper into his flesh when he uses transference.

We all know how the story ends. With the help of Teshin, the Drifter finally Gets A Fucking Grip On Things and is able to voluntarily exit and enter Duviri at their leisure. The only real difference is that instead of Lotus' hand granting the Drifter Transference, it's his void injury that allows for weak Transference within the Undercroft. He must make physical contact with a Warframe to transfer into it, even after his Void abilities are strengthened in the New War.

THE BEFORE

Before the void-jump incident, and before Eternalism made the Operator and the Drifter, there was the Before.

The Before was an isolated and distractable child. He didn't do well at school, often losing himself in thought and awe over whatever was outside the nearest window. His parents were botanists and agricultural specialists who helped to tend to and monitor the Zariman's agricultural biomes. Sometimes, much to his parents' frustration, he'd skip school to watch them work. They often would joke that they wished he'd pick a normal activity to skip school over, like Lunaro.

Although he did eventually pick up Lunaro and tried to learn shawzin, he never was far from the agri-zones if he could help it. There was something that pushed away his fears. Besides, if these plants could grow here, then who was to say he couldn't thrive cultivating life in Tau?

Aaaaand then the void jump incident happened.

Of course he wasn't paying attention when it happened. He was wayy too distracted by all the amazing colors in Saturn's rings. Melica's words all sounded like the same stuff he'd hear her say after day. Blah blah blah Entrati this Golden Masters that and who could forget the Seven? Drivel. Meaningless drivel. It mattered a lot to the adults but not to him at all.

The jump hit him like a truck, when the force knocked him out of his seat, and when beautiful Saturn was replaced with the eerie, wispy void. That's when he felt fear nag at him.

In the time before Wally made their deal with him, he somehow managed to get a grip on his emotions and channeled that fear into taking control of the situation, despite shaking the entire time he was checking in on folks. He buried his emotions, focusing on the new drive in his heart, to protect the others. Even if he was a little... Blunt. Or rude. Or aggressive about the whole thing. No matter how hard you try to hide intense emotions, they'll bubble out somehow, and I doubt the Void helped with that very much. But, his practical and stubborn mind kept most of the kids he was with safe- until the Orokin dubbed them Tenno for the Operator, or until he decided to go search for more survivors alone in the Zariman, wandering the vents while the others were found and taken away; Left behind, becoming the Drifter.

I don't think the Drifter ever forgave himself for letting that happen. Even if it was because Wally twisted words.

THE OPERATOR

In the present, the Operator is less angry, and less socially isolated than the Drifter. What they lack in comparison to the Drifter's temper and isolationist tendencies, they make up for in flippancy and spite.

He took well to transference, and his training as a Tenno under the Orokin empire gave him a sense of purpose. He'd protected his kind on board the Zariman, and he'd continue to protect them even now. With the help of his warframe, a Volt, he'd stand by their sides, and ensure everyone made it out alive. They were his Tenno fellows. His Clan.

As time went on though, his faith in the Orokin evaporated, as he saw how little they actually cared about his friends and himself. Vowing to never trust Orokin word again, he relished the Night of Naga Drums, when he finally got to strike back at the Orokin for their foul play.

His distrust of the Orokin carried over from Margulis to the Lotus, instead, looking up to the Dax remaining after the fall of the Orokin empire, knowing that they too had likely been manipulated and used by their Golden Masters.

Even knowing he'd been hurt and exploited by the Orokin, he had (and still has) a hard time seeing himself as anything but an Orokin weapon, the confusion and intensity of which only became more overwhelming after awakening from the Second Dream.

Things only got worse from there, really. His distrust of Lotus burned into outright hatred and he isolated himself from his fellow Tenno, occasionally doing mercenary work for syndicates like the Arbiters of Hexis and Steel Meridian. What purpose the Lotus had offered, he rejected, leaving him with a void in his life. Depression set in, and all he could do was wait for purpose to find him.

THE PRESENT

(My memory is fuzzy on details of The New War, so I'll need to replay it before getting into specifics about what Drifter and Operator were doing at the time. but.)

In the aftermath of the New War, the Operator has brought himself to understand that Lotus too was manipulated by Orokin power. This doesn't completely nullify his feelings, but does certainly mellow them out a bit more, to the point that he willingly participates in Tenno culture once more.

Drifter and Operator are working together, although Drifter insists on doing most Tenno missions, saying that the Operator should "catch up on being a kid" while they have the chance. This of course, does not help the Operator who desperately needs to get out and do things, as they're prone to going stir-crazy if they can't do anything for even short periods of time.

Despite having the transference circuits damaged in the Old War, the Operator almost exclusively uses his Volt, who's probably the closest thing he has to a best friend post-New War.

In the times when he chooses to, or is forced to use transference, the Drifter uses primarily an Oberon, followed closely by a Kullervo and Excalibur Umbra, the latter being an ideal choice as he doesn't require transference to be useful.

TL;DR

My Drifter is typically stoic with a hotheaded streak and a tendency for intimidation as the solution to problems. This, of course, is all fueled by a desperate need to protect people, and keep the Operator above all, safe. He's kind at heart, but it's a side rarely seen by anyone other than children or animals.

My Operator is an immature ball of spite, nigh-dependent on other people for his purpose in life. He shares Drifter's anger and aggression, but it's tempered with a strong sense of justice. He's deeply bonded to his Warframe, and the two are nigh-inseparable. Has an insatiable thirst for action, and is high-energy.

Both of them desperately need therapy and ADHD meds.

#warframe #personal oc lore #grineerios drifter #grineerios operator #all of this Subject To Change (tm) of course #im very sleep deprived i'll fix any glaring lore errors or typos when i wake up #long post

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lady-maracas · 2 years ago

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Hot boy

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: Very short, might do part two, if you’d like. I was too lazy to find a name for the friend so Y/Bsf/N means your best friend’s name:)

Masterlist

Another endless day at work. I had to keep my job to pay for everything a boring adult needs to pay. Rent, car, groceries, you name it.

I hate my job but at least my coworkers are amazing. I can share everything with them. It feels like we're a little family. Me and my best friend, Y/Bsf/N always work at the same time. Today is not different, we got there early in the morning and had to watch every unfortunate soul who had nothing better to do than go record shopping.

That's right, I worked in a record store.

"That bloke just bought an Elvis record, how boring," I heard Y/Bsf/N say, 'always judging a book by its cover'.

We had nothing better to do, so we judged people based on what they were listening.

"Leave the poor man be, will you? Not everyone has the same taste, you know?" I told her, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, well not everyone should bother sharing their taste. Ugh" I honestly got used to her complaining, she is the sweetest when you get to know her. But she might seem like a bitch at first.

And with that, I went on with my day. Unpacking new records we received earlier this week, and eventually placing them in alphabetical order.

"Pstt"

I got pulled out of my thoughts, and my (oh, so) important work. Only to look back and see my best friend beckoning me over.

"What's up?"

"Hot boy's here,"

"Who?"

"Hot boy," she looked over my shoulder like a stalker. She grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I could see the same thing as her.

And then I saw him. 'Oh he is beauty' I thought. He was tall, over 6 foot tall at least. He was skinny it was a wonder the wind didn't knock him over when he got here. His hair, beautiful, curly hair that shaped his face perfectly. His face, he looked like an angel.

"Oh" that's all I could say, I mean I was breath-taken by the stranger.

"Mhm, I know right.?" She said with a satisfied smile.

"It's not the first time you've seen him?"

"No he came here a couple times last week. No one knows his name so we just called him Hot Boy because...well for obvious reasons-."

"Mhm"

"And he's just so...mysterious but in the good way, you know?"

"Yeah" 'should I go talk to him?' God no you dumbass you're just gonna make a fool outta yourself.

I was left alone with my thoughts, we had to be subtle, right? It's not like we've been staring at him for the past 10 minutes.

I tried my best to act as normal as possible while he was here, going through the records on display. 'Is he even real?'.

Little did I know that while I was clearly overthinking, he was making his way towards me. Okay, what do I do? Try to stay calm don't be a fool. Y/Bsf/N is watching the whole scene with way too much amusement.

"Hey" oh even his voice is attractive.

"Hi," I try my not to blush. What is wrong with me? "Your total is 23£, will that be all?"

"Yes,...actually no."

"Hm?"

"I'd like your phone number with that." He said with a sheepish smile.

I heard my best friend gasp and looking at me, amazed.

And me, well I was staring at him like a deer in headlights. Am I dreaming?

"I- I mean, yeah sure," I took a small piece of paper and wrote my number on it and gave it to him.

He took it with no hesitation and kept looking at me. Was he blushing?

"When do you get off work?"

"At 6pm"

"Great, I'll pick you up then, we're going out" he's nothing like I imagined him to be, he's way more straight forward but still so polite about it.

"Sure, I'll see you then"

"I'm Brian by the way," and a beautiful name,

"I'm Y/N"

"Great Y/N, I'll see you later"

"See you later" I added without really knowing where all that courage came from. I would never even dare to accept a date with a stranger let alone share my number with them. But he, he was different.

Slowly, my dear best friend made her way to my side, looking at him leaving before he turned around one last time and winked at me.

"Score" I heard her say.

"Yeah,"

#queen #queen band #brian may #brian may x reader #writing #what is that #help plz

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absolutepokemontrash · 4 years ago

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MC is Half Demon and Blah Blah Blah-

Time for the Group Retreat!

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

I’m quite hyped for this one, ladies, gents, and esteemed readers! For simplicity’s sake, since this is before M!MC and A!MC arrive, L!MC will go back to being referred to as just MC. Enjoy the Headcanons!

Since the previous Underground Tomb incident ended much less violently, Lucifer is now more worried than angry about MC’s rampant shennaniganery.

Like... his kid was poking holes in his totally foolproof “Your cow-uncle went to live on a farm in the human world” story. What if MC somehow got into the attic and got hurt?!

It didn’t help that they were still in this weird phase of their father/child relationship. On one hand, Lucifer obviously cares for his kid, and his kid likes him... but it’s also only been less than three months and we all know how emotionally constipated Lucifer is.

MC’s also getting REAL sus of all the secrets their dear old dad is keeping... doesn’t help that they STILL haven’t went up into the attic.

Anyhoo~ the announcement for the retreat was a barrel of laughs.

“I’m proposing, a group retreat!”

Everyone met Diavolo’s announcement with the exact same confused reaction. It’s like the entire assembly hall was doing the ‘Guy Blinking’ meme.

“A... group retreat?” Lucifer repeated slowly. “For what reason exactly, Lord Diavolo?”

The Crown Prince was giddy with excitement as he explained. “MC told me about their middle school overnight trip and it sounded like it would be quite fun!”

Simeon, Luke, MC, and Solomon were all seated next to each other in the ‘exchange student seats of less importance’. Luke leaned over and whispered a question to MC.

“Why are you so friendly with the crown prince?”

MC smirked and shrugged. “Lucifer had the Demon-Flu and couldn’t go meet with Lord Diavolo last week so I went for him. Lord Diavolo’s surprisingly bad at Connect Four but has really good luck in Snakes and Ladders.”

Luke’s jaw dropped in complete and utter shock and horror.

“We’re playing CandyLand and the Game of Life next time, want to come?” MC added.

“Play CandyLand... with him..?” Luke looked at Diavolo, who was still explaining his plan for the retreat, then looked back at MC. “I’ll only go to shield you from his corrupting influence.”

“Yeah... Corrupting...” MC had to hold back a laugh at the thought of Diavolo, who during MC’s visit lit up like a Christmas tree upon being called ‘Dia’ and believed that Mood Rings were the greatest human invention ever, being a corrupting influence.

“MC! Torture dungeon or no!?” MC was snapped out of their conversation by Mammon shouting at them from his seat.

“What?”

“Do ya think there’s a torture dungeon under the castle, or not?”

“I’m not sure,” MC turned to Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo, is there a torture dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

There is in fact, no torture dungeon. Presumably...

Everyone packed up and headed out to the Demon Lord’s Castle!

The fabulous seven all broke several speed limits and traffic laws in order to be there early. Listen, they had to get there before Purgatory Hall, it was a matter of pride.

Besides, what’s the Royal guard going to do? Arrest six of the seven rulers of hell and a kid? Ha. No. Not when Diavolo controls their paychecks.

The rooming situation remained the same, Asmo, Simeon, and MC were roomed together, and MC got to watch Asmo get psychologically profiled by Simeon. It was truly a sight to behold.

MC was nice enough to assure Asmo that they really liked him and thought he was very sweet.

Asmo, not used to being complimented on his personality, almost started openly weeping.

So, the tour of the Demon Lord’s Castle began! Asmo got yelled at by his ex in the painting and the usual batch of idiots got sucked into the catacombs under the castle.

Lucifer wasn’t terribly sure how or if he should express his concern for MC being stuck in the labyrinth.

All these new fatherly feelings of worry are very very odd. He didn’t worry this much for Satan, mainly because Satan was usually the threat.

Even as a baby...

Lucifer found himself checking his DDD every few minutes to see if MC had texted or called from wherever the painting dragged them to, never mind that if they did text he’d hear the phone ding.

“Lucifer, don’t worry too much,” Diavolo patted Lucifer on the shoulder, a bright smile on his face. “Your brothers and MC will be perfectly fine! There’s nothing too dangerous in the catacombs that they wouldn’t be able to take care of.”

Resigning himself to the fact that MC was under the care of his last choices for babysitting, Lucifer put away his DDD. “I know they’ll be fine, but I’m not overly pleased with the situation.” He shot a glare at Helene in the portrait, who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“Lucifer worrying about someone, I’m truly, genuinely shocked.” Hearing Satan’s attempt at goading him, Lucifer, flawless demon that he is, resisted the urge to throw his DDD at his brother.

“Quiet, Satan.”

————

“WHY THE FUCK IS A SNAKE DOWN HERE?!”

“ITS HENRY 1.0!”

“YEAH THAT REALLY CLEARS STUFF UP, LEVI!”

MC and Levi continued their screaming match as the group ran for dear life from a giant snake.

Yeah... nothing the brothers couldn’t handle... sure, Lord Diavolo...

They made it out of the scary catacombs... don’t worry.

Lucifer did that parent-thing where he cleaned the catacomb dust off MC’s face with a napkin.

Yay! Parenting!

Failed pillow fight attempt #1 happened that evening. Because Mammon was obsessed with being the fun-uncle and saw his brothers encroaching on his place as favourite uncle.

MC doesn’t know how to break it to him that he’ll probably always be the favourite uncle and he doesn’t have to be such a dumbass to keep his spot.

Scavenger hunt went on as canon dictates.

Asmo had his diva tantrum and stormed off, but MC also wanted to win so they didn’t go after him.

Clearly expecting someone to go beg him to come back, Asmo was very annoyed when no one went after him.

“Um, helloooo? Anyone going to comfort me~?”

“Nope.”

“Well I don’t want your comfort anyway, SOLOMON.”

It was very close, L!MC insisted their loss came from sabotage. No evidence was found but just LOOK at Satan’s face.

Time for the Formal Dance~

If you’re wondering why Luke didn’t say anything when MC was suddenly poofed into their demon form, you’re assuming that Mammon wasn’t in on the “let’s prank the chihuahua” plan.

“Mammon..? Is MC behind you?”

“Nope! Why?”

MC was able to get to the other side of the ballroom with Luke none the wiser! Hell yeah, nothing like screwing with your friend!

So it’s canon that Lucifer is like, a solid 20/10, therefore MC is ADORABLE. What I’m saying is, some of the younger demons asked them to dance.

Asmo was also being MC’s hype man, which was very nice of him. Mammon also tried to give advice on how to be cool and suave. Beel was there for moral support.

“Alright kiddo, you need to be aloof and mysterious! People love aloof and mysterious, that’s why I’m so popular.”

“Don’t listen to him, MC. He flew into a wall as a kid and it killed all his brain cells. Just be proper but not snooty, sweet but not saccharine, friendly but not annoying,”

“Ask them if they want to share some of the hors d’oeuvres.”

“Okay, first, aloof and mysterious are the last words I would ever use to describe you, Mammon. Second, Asmo I have no clue what you’re asking me to do. Third... Beel that’s the best advice I’ve received in recent memory.”

None of that mattered anyway because MC got swarmed with dance offers.

“Well,” MC smirked and held out their hand at the demon that was bold enough to ask them to dance first. “I admire the confidence.”

The demon’s smile brightened, then dropped completely when their gaze drifted behind MC. “I uh... on second thought... I’m gonna...”

MC’s potential dance partners all quickly scattered to the snack table. The half demon growled and turned around to see their father acting like he didn’t just scare away MC’s groupies.

“Father! What was that for?!” MC huffed, Lucifer rolled his eyes and grabbed MC’s wrist and began to pull them away from the dance floor.

“You’re too young to dance.”

“That’s crazy! They looked like they were my age.” MC protested, their wings fluttering in annoyance.

“Even if they looked to be your age, MC, they’re hundreds of years older.” Lucifer said calmly.

“What about that equivalent age stuff you told me about? Like how Luke is hundreds of years old but by angel/human standards he’s technically younger than me?”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Lucifer lightly pushed MC towards the hallway that led back to their room.

“But I want to dance with someone!” MC felt their wings involuntarily fluff up.

Lucifer turned and smiled at his dear little brat, crouching slightly to get to their level. “Not on my watch.”

MC’s face was literally this: >:0

Lucifer is out here being the dad in every comedy that involves someone bringing home their partner to meet their parents.

MC was banished to their room, they spent their time angrily reading the manga they had packed.

When Levi escaped the party slightly later MC grilled him for details of what went on after they left.

“Nothing too interesting... except... um...”

“Spit it out, Levi!”

“...lrddiavlondlucferdnced”

“I can’t understand you, stop mumbling.”

“Lord Diavolo and Lucifer danced together...”

“...”

“I MISSED THAT?!”

So yes, MC’s desire to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping stems from VENGEANCE!

How DARE their father send MC up to their room and make them miss their OTP dancing together!?

So they call up their troupe of idiots and get ready to go be menaces to society.

MC also invites along Asmo because he seemed like he could use the adventure.

And because MC couldn’t plan the prank without Asmo noticing so it was better to just implicate him as well...

“Grrr...”

MC brightened and clapped their hands. “I know that growl!”

“It’s not my stomach, I packed snacks.” MC couldn’t see this, considering the room was pitch black (it must’ve been some kind of magic because demons have excellent night vision), but Beel waved a bag of chips in the air and got to eating.

“No, I’m not talking about your stomach, Beel.” MC skipped towards the source of the growling despite Mammon and Levi’s pleas for them to stop.

Ah! There he was!

“Cerberus!” MC cooed, the three headed dog stopped growling and barked happily. “Whose a good boy? Is it you?”

Cerberus let lose a bark that would probably make anyone crap their pants, but MC giggled and kept petting him. “Yeah! You’re the good boy! You like cuddles! Yes you do! Yes you do!”

A flash of light from a camera caused MC to drop their baby talk voice and stare angrily in the direction where the light came from.

“Whoever took that picture better delete it or I’m going to feed you to the dog.”

Cerberus growled in agreement. What a good boy.

“Well, as nice as this is...” Asmo huffed. “We’ve clearly been duped because this is not Lucifer and Diavolo’s room.”

“Oh well!” MC chirped and continued to pet the three headed dog. “Look at the doggy!”

“MC, you’re crazy. Dontcha ever forget that.” Mammon whimpered as Cerberus growled at him.

So yeah, they couldn’t get out of the room, so they ended up opening up the other door and falling into the catacombs like a bunch of lemmings.

Asmo charmed Henry, and they got out of the labyrinth no problem.

Yay! No consequences! Oh no- hi Lucifer.

Lucifer gave them all the mother of all lectures. Satan showed up with the rest of the gang and brought popcorn.

Belphie wasn’t there, okay? Satan needed to be a little shit for him.

Ah yes, the pillow fight... Mammon’s crusade to be the best uncle culminated in a massive pillow fight that ended with MC, Lucifer, and Diavolo standing over everyone’s unconscious bodies.

So they uh... won the pillow fight.

MC couldn’t sleep. They legitimately couldn’t. As exhausting as the pillow fight victory had been, everyone was snoring, and MC was bleary eyed and awake at one in the morning.

They eventually sat up and looked around, Asmo was passed out in a very unflattering position, Solomon was chanting god knows what in his sleep, Levi was half hanging off Simeon’s bed, Simeon and Luke were sleeping like angels (hehehehe-), Beel was in the middle of eating his pillow in his sleep, Mammon appeared to be dreaming about winning the lottery, and Satan was... suspiciously absent.

He was there a minute ago... weird.

Deciding that this wasn’t worth it and they should just go sleep somewhere else, MC got out of bed and avoided stepping on anyone as they vacated the room.

The Demon Lord’s Castle at night could rival the House of Lamentation in terms of overall creepiness. MC had gotten used to the spirits and curses that littered their home, but they had only been to the Demon Lord’s Castle once before, so they were extra careful not to accidentally touch anything. Their stomach rumbled and they frowned.

Damn, they had the midnight munchies... they needed a snack.

MC made their way to the kitchen and on there way, noticed a peculiar room through a half open door. Taking a few steps back to peek into it, they noticed... doors. A lot of doors. And ivy covered steps. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of the placements, and the room was... weirdly chilly.

“You can come in if you’d like, MC.”

Barbatos’ voice nearly caused MC to hit a high note that they hadn’t been able to hit since their voice began to change. They straightened out their wrinkled pyjamas and stepped inside.

The butler himself was walking down one of the flights of stairs.

“Um...” Quickly remembering their manners, MC straightened their posture and cleared their throat. “Good evening Barbatos.”

Barbatos smiled and inclined his head in turn. “Good evening to you as well, MC.”

“How did you know it was me outside? You were up there a second ago.” MC asked.

“It’s a part of my powers. I can see possible futures, and I foresaw you passing by my room and getting curious.” Barbatos explained.

“Oh,” MC said, half nodding and continuing to look around. A the sound of a door closing out of MC’s vision made them squeak and look around for the source of the noise. “What was that?!”

“It’s nothing to be worried about.” Barbatos raised his hands in a placating gesture. “These doors in my room are gateways to different timelines and some are gateways into the past of this particular timeline. That was another version of me passing by.”

“Does this... happen often?” MC knitted their eyebrows.

Barbatos hesitated before answering. “Not really. It’s quite rare. Lord Diavolo has expressly forbidden me from using my full powers freely.”

“Ah... makes sense...”

“Now, I believe you came down for snacks?”

MC blinked in surprise. “How did you- oh... the time magic...”

“Yes, the time magic. Now, would you prefer yogurt and fruit, or apples and peanut butter?”

“Yogurt and fruit please!”

I’m sure MC’s knowledge of how Barbie’s room works will totally not come into play later. I’m sure.

Solomon and MC graced the brunch table with their cooking. I think you can guess how it would have turned out if Barbatos hadn’t intervened.

Rest In Peace to Beel’s tastebuds.

Anyway, the rest of the retreat was all fun and good.

MC may or may not have slipped up and called Diavolo ‘Dia’ in front of Lucifer. It would’ve sparked a lecture if Dia’s puppy-like excitement wasn’t so damn adorable.

Lucifer’s got a heart... somewhere... it’s probably all shrivelled up and tiny, but I’m sure it’s there.

Everyone went back home, brought closer together through... pillow fights and surviving Solomon’s cooking I guess..?

Anyway, MC got home, unpacked their stuff, watched Kakegurui with Levi and Mammon, let Asmo paint their nails, made and ate dinner with Beel, continued their piano lessons with Lucifer, and received a 100% fake smile from Satan.

It was a nice day with their new family, MC curled up in their bed and prepared to go to sleep.

“Help me!”

MC lurched upwards in their bed, whipping their head from side to side, trying to find the source of the voice. Their room was completely empty, the perks of being half demon extended to being able to see in the dark. No new smells either, they were alone in the room.

Auditory hallucinations were common before falling asleep after being sleep deprived, creepy, but not too unusual.

“MC!”

Okay- that one couldn’t be ignored. It was common knowledge that the House of Lamentation was definitely haunted in some capacity, but the ghosts never really bothered the demons living inside, MC was partly convinced that some of the ghosts didn’t even notice that the demons were there. So it couldn’t have been a ghost calling their name.

“MC! I need help!”

The voice reverberated through their head, like it was trying to hit every part of their skull to make sure it was at least felt if MC couldn’t hear it. MC massaged their scalp and got out of bed.

The House of Lamentation at night truly lived up to its haunted reputation. Cold, clammy, dark, even by demon standards. No spooky old house was going to scare MC though, they walked down the hall with their head held high.

They walked closer to walls and furniture, knowing that the floor was less likely to creak in those areas. How did they know that? Mammon had told them it worked like a charm. Well, it’d work better for him if he stopped tripping over the furniture and alerting Lucifer.

MC was much more nimble and careful, stepping slowly and lightly around the hallways until they reached the door to the attic. They reached out to clasp their hand around the doorknob, then froze. It smelled like…

Oh no.

MC leapt away from the door like it was rigged to explode if they touched it and practically dove for cover into an alcove. The all too-recent smell of Lucifer’s fancy cologne and the increasing sound of someone coming down the stairs made them clamp their hand over their mouth and crouch down.

What was their father doing up there?

He had said the attic was full of old junk and there was no reason to go up there, so why exactly did he-

The door slammed open and Lucifer stomped down the hallway back towards his room, MC presumed. They were about to let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps paused. MC felt their heart drop right into their gut when they heard the footsteps coming back in their direction.

What were they going to say to him when he found them? ‘Sorry! This isn’t where the bathrooms are!’ The last thing MC wanted was to add to their father’s ever growing list of stresses. MC was totally responsible and grown-up, their father didn’t need to worry.

MC clamped their eyes shut and tried to slow their heart rate. Demons were beings of darkness and shadow, they could blend in quite easily. They took a deep breath, cleared their head, and felt the shadows of the hallway shift and cover them like a blanket.

Lucifer’s footsteps stopped, MC heard a tired sigh, then the footsteps started up again, this time in the direction of his room.

They allowed themselves a sigh of relief before relieving themselves of their hiding space and opening the door leading to the attic staircase.

If the rest of the House of Lamentation was considered clammy, cold, and foreboding, the attic staircase was that multiplied by a factor of twelve. MC felt themselves shudder involuntarily when they stepped closer to the staircase. Every primal part of their brain was telling them to turn around and walk away, but one tiny part was holding them back. They placed their foot on the first step, waiting for any kind of resistance, nothing other than the feeling of passing through invisible cobwebs.

“MC?”

Upon hearing their name, MC craned their neck to try and get a look at what could be waiting for them at the top of the stairs.

“Are you coming, or not?”

The cascade of warning sirens that began to blare in MC’s head went ignored as they continued to scale the staircase.

When they reached the final step, they were met with a long hallway, with a single door on the right side of the wall.

“H-hello?” MC tried to instill some force into their voice, but it still ended up quavering a little.

“Down here.” Someone knocked on the wall next to the door, almost causing MC to jump.

Oh. Oh no. MC stood straight in front of the door, and when they saw who was looking back at them they nearly passed out.

“Belphegor..?”

Belphegor’s eyes flashed as he gave MC a once over. His eyes narrowed when his gaze snapped to MC’s. The analytical expression melted into a lazy grin.

“That’s me,” he said softly. “Nice to finally meet you, MC.”

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petersnya · 4 years ago

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SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT.

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh)

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch.

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer.

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face.

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -”

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face.

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door.

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side.

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly.

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle.

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.”

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face.

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door.

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

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The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned.

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle.

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice.

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.”

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection.

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind.

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now?

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!”

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face.

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away.

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s.

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open.

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned.

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him.

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion.

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath.

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers.

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain.

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper.

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered.

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food.

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something, “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look.

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses.

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?”

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’ causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering:

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained.

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same?

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM.

DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

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axelwassup · 3 years ago

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That was you?!

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"Bye Asher drive safely!" I said while waving getting a smile and wave back from him. He came over to Our house to talk about the Quinn situation with David. Once he left David and I went back to our couch while we waited for our dinner to cool down witch was still hot scene when Asher came we had just pulled it out of the oven. The talk they had wasn't to long it was just 10 minutes and we needed to wait 30 minutes for it to cool down before we ate it. Of course I just wanted to eat it right there and then but NoOo David didn't want to because I would burn myself lol. we waited the 20 minutes just telling each other funny stories that happened during our childhood.

" This one time I got hurt and I didn't remember the way to the empowered side of Dahlia so I went to unempowerd side. But I was hurts so of course I wouldn't know. And I saw this girl/boy. I can't remember what they looked like but I thought that they we're empowered so I went up to them and laid down. And they just straight up told my dumbass that they weren't empowered but a human. A human!" He said. I chuckled " a human?! Dang they must have been tariffed!" I said laughing. "That's the thing. They didn't look afraid. They looked calm."

I was shocked a human that wasn't surprised to see a wolf go up to them?! And them just being calm?! It was kind of like my story but from another perspective. I kept thinking about it while David kept telling the story. I listen on how this "person" helped him. It was like the same as mine. Same park. Same cloths. Even the way they healed him. On how they helped him get out the street. How he didn't trust them so he tried to go back. How they went looking for him and found him laying on a tree and still wanting to help him.

It was like they helped him the same way I helped a wolf. What if Davey knew that was me? No. I never told him this story. I never brought it up. Or ever thought about it. Yeah I thought about it when he shifted for me for the first time.

Ding!

Our dinner was done once Davey finished his story on what happened.

After we finished eating our dinner we spent a little more time together after I was done with the dishes that David forced me to do. After that we just played around played games. We didn't really worry sense we both had the day off tomorrow but David still wanted to keep a good sleep schedule so we HAD to go to bed at a reasonable hour.

When David was sleeping it looked like he didn't have any bother in the person that saved him. He was just grateful that they didn't call the cops or hunter's to kill him. He wanted to go back to remember what they looked like so he could say thank you but he didn't remember what they looked like and that's what he hated he wanted to remember so he could say thank you for helping him that day and being cool about it.

I looked over at the clock. "3:34 A.M" "Damn was I up that long?" I mumbled to myself.

I got up to get a glass of water. I just couldn't get why the person had the same cloths as me....or why did the same thing play out like when I helped the wolf. Why was it so- "what are you thinking about this late...?" David said in a raspy voice. " Ah! Davey! I didn't hear you!" I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear him coming downstairs from our bedroom.

"it's 3 in the morning you Angel. We should have been sleeping.... And you haven't answered my question on what your thinking about." He said. "What makes you think that I'm thinking about something?" I said. "You have that stupid look on your face when you think of something or when something bothering you." He said. " You know how you told me on how that girl/boy helped you?" I said in a nevus tone. "Mhmm." David said looking confused. "Well...um I sorta had the same thing happen to me but I was actually helping the wolf. Them same way that person helped you.." I said. " So your saying that, the person that saved me all of those years ago is...you?" He said unsure. "Well idk I mean I still have a photo from that day." I said. Wait. The photo! "MAYBE I COULD SHOW YOU WHAT THE PHOTO LOOKS LIKE SO YOU COULD SEE IF IT REALLY WAS ME?!" I said exactly. "Okay, okay. Just don't scream. It's still 3:57 in the morning. When there's some sun outside you could show me but right know we need to get you to sleep your not pulling an all nighter." He said.

I just nodded. I mean as much as I was excited I was still tired.

Once I woke up at a reasonable hour I just waited for David to wake up witch wasn't a long wait. "Good morning." David said in a groggy and tired voice. "Come on let's go look for the photo Davey!" I said with excitement. "No..can we just stay here a little more and then go look for it..?"

"Okay, Davey I'll go look for it and when I do I'll go look for it and when I find it I'll come back to bed and cuddle you big baby!" I said while laughing a little making David growl a little but he just nodded his head in agreement.

I got out of bed and started to go through my old memory book that I had full of pictures know that it was in there scene every picture that my family took was in there or in another memory book. But I knew that it was in that one scene I saw my mom putting it in there. "AHA!" I said I as I found it. I ran back to David to show him the picture. "DAVEY! DAVEY! I FOUND IT!!" I said while running to his side of the bed to show him. I kneeled down to see his tried face. He slowly opened his eye and looked at me. "I found it!" I said in a whisper. David sat up making me stand up run over to my side of the bed and joining him in the bed.

"look!" I said putting the photo in front of him so he could see. I saw his face go from tired to shock as I showed him the picture. "That was you?!" He said I nodded my head. As he took the photo from my hand and started to inspect it. He looked back at me and smiled then hugged me.

"thank you Angel"

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Ok so when I started to write this it was like 7 in the morning then I stoped for a little bit and then continued it like around 2 in the morning and now it's 4:22 in the morning so that's fun 🥲👍🏼

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted davey #redacted asher #redacted angel

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kireimarkeu · 4 years ago

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retrouvailles; l.mk

THIS IS A REPOST!!!!

Summary: counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

Mark is a jerk at one point. Also noticed how I put skype when they were calling through the phone and ft through laptop LOL

word count: 5.7k

Also lets pretend we can use spotify in korea ok

--Day 98

(10:33PM) Cutie: you idiot

(10:33PM) Cutie: answer my call!! You loserrrr

(10:34PM) You: omg give me a second

(10:35PM) You: ffs jshkdmj

(10:35PM) Cutie: omg what are you doing

(10:35PM) Cutie: why are you taking so long

(10:37PM) You: GIVE ME A SECOND

(10:37PM) You: im taking food

You plop onto your bed, placing the plate of grapes on the mattress, resulting in some to topple out of the bowl. You quickly pop one in your mouth before turning on your laptop.

Before you could even call Mark, he was already requesting a facetime with you. You immediately answered.

“Finally,” your boyfriend huffs when the call was finally connected.

You hum, your hands searching for more grapes that has dropped on your bed sheets, popping them in your mouth.

“What are you eating?” he asks.

“Grapes,” your voice came out muffled from chewing, but Mark understands.

“That’s what took you so long?” he frowns, “I can cut a watermelon in 5 seconds,”

“I didn’t ask,” you bite back.

Your boyfriend automatically raises his hand to flash his middle finger while you did the same back at him.

“What time is it there?” you ask him with raised eyebrows.

You were studying in Korea but because of the virus, you had to go back to Canada. You didn’t know how long you would be staying, but Mark had promised you that he would make it work.

“Um,” he looks at the clock that was a hanging next to him, “it’s 2:30PM here,” he answers, looking back at you, “It’s about 11 there, right?”

You nod.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?” Mark asks.

Lucky for you, your classes has changed to the local timing in Canada. Meaning, you don’t need to stay up at ungodly hours for your classes.

“I think I can wake up tomorrow,”

“Do you want me to call you?”

“Please,” you pout.

Mark scowls jokingly at you, “the things I do for my girlfriend,”

You giggle innocently at your boyfriend, “I love you,” you make a heart with your hands, grinning at your laptop.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes.

--Day 90

“Babe, look up,” you call.

Mark looks up to see you holding your phone up, obviously filming him through the screen.

“What?”

He could hear you grinning from behind your phone.

“Smile,” you instruct.

He grins awkwardly while you let out a snort from behind the screen. You put your phone down, typing something before looking back up at your boyfriend.

“What did you do?”

You look up at him, biting back a smile— to which you failed, “go check Instagram,”

Mark immediately opens Instagram to see that you had posted something on your private Instagram. Only him and the members are following your private account since your relationship is still private.

He clicks on the bubble to see a video of him that you had recorded. When he smiles, his face morphed into a horse from of the filter you were using. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at the funny effect.

“Okay, that’s kinda funny,” he admits.

He looks back up at you to see you holding your phone in front of your face again, probably trying another filter on him again.

“Is this another ugly filter, again?” whines your boyfriend.

You laugh, your phone not covering your face anymore, “it’s not!”

“Don’t lie,”

Your giggles got louder, “it’s not! I swear!”

“Fine,” he huffs. He straightens his back and stares at the camera, waiting for you to finish recording.

You put your phone down re-watching the video, chuckles leaving your lips.

“What filter did you use?”

“It’s on my insta, baby,”

He looks down on his phone again to see that you have posted another story. He immediately clicks on it to see it was an NCT filter.

‘Who is your NCT Bias?’ Was written on top of his head.

Mark waits for the filter to show the result. He grimaced when he got Jeno. He swipes up to reply to your story to send you a message.

markleeee99 replied to your story: ewww

--Day 87

(1:18PM) mwark: hello baby

(1:20PM) you: wht im having class rn

(1:20PM) mwark: so

(1:25PM) you: i have class??? go away loser

(1:25PM) mwark: :( I just wanna talk to my girlfriend tho :/

(1:27PM) you: later

(1:27PM) mwark: nooo

(1:33PM) you: omg youre an idol why are you so free

(1:34PM) you: go dance or rap or smth

(1:34PM) mwark: babyyyy

(1:35PM) you: im putting my phone on dnd

(1:35PM) mwark: nooo

(1:35PM) mwark: babe

(1:40PM) mwark: did you actually leave me D:

(1:40PM) mwark: ok whatev

(1:40PM) mwark: I was about to send you something but I guess I won’t now

(1:40PM) mwark: are you still ignoring me????

(1:41PM) mwark: omg babe I was jst joking I’ll send you some gifts

(1:41PM) mwark: booo u suck :(

--Day 81

This time, it was slightly different. Instead of your usual late-night calls through the computer, you had immediately skype him through your phone when you had received a package from Korea.

“You got me something?” you ask loudly when your boyfriend answered your call.

“Jeez, hello to you too, babe,” he rolls his eyes, “and yea, did it arrive?”

“What did you get me? And what type of shipping did you choose? It arrived so quickly,”

The box was pretty heavy, so you had to put your phone down to place the huge box on the counter before bringing your phone back into view.

“Express, I paid like extra,” Mark answers, eyeing you through the screen.

You click your tongue, opening the drawer to take out a knife, “stop wasting your money, you dumbass,”

Mark didn’t reply, instead he waits for you to open the package.

You let out a sigh, “what did you get me this time?”

You open the cardboard box, a navy-blue hoodie covering the top of it. You pull it out, looking at Mark who has a smile plastered on his face.

“Is this your hoodie?!” you squeal, putting it on yourself.

Your heart melt when the familiar scent fills your nostrils. It smells just like Mark.

“Canada is getting cold isn’t it? Keep yourself warm, baby,”

You lean over to take everything out from the box. Mark had given you his half-used cologne that he uses on a daily.

“I bought a new one just so I could give you mine,” he tells you, a playful smirk on his lips.

He had also packed some of your favourite Korean snacks, and some that you haven’t tried before. Along with some matching phone cases for the both of you.

“Now I feel bad I didn’t get anything for you,” you frown., pulling the hoodie over your head.

“Don’t be,” he reassures you, “being able to see you is already enough,”

You scrunch your nose in disgust, “cringey, Mark-ie,”

“Fuck you,” he chuckles, flashing his middle finger at you.

Your eyes widen when he cursed, “my mom’s home, you idiot!”

You laugh loudly when Mark’s eyes widen in surprise, both his hands covering his mouth.

“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from the living room, “who are you talking to?”

Before you could even reply, your mother was walking towards you.

“It’s Mark,” you answer as your mother got into frame to see Mark.

“Mark! It has been a while, how’s Korea?”

Your boyfriend greeted your mom politely, a grin plastered on his face. Your mom was about to reach for your phone to talk to Mark, but you frown and pull away.

“Noo, I wanna talk to Mark,”

You gathered the gifts Mark had given you in your arms before skipping up the stairs to your room, to spend the whole day (night for him) with him.

--Day 80

“Yo, Mark, there’s some food left outside, do you want it?” you heard Johnny ask from through the screen.

Mark turns to look at the intruder, “knock next time, dude,” groans Mark.

“Is that y/n?”

Johnny suddenly enters the frame with a gummy grin, waving enthusiastically at you.

“Hi Johnny, how are you?” you smile, waving back at the older boy.

Just when Johnny was about to get comfortable on Mark’s bed, your boyfriend let out string of whines, moving his phone until you could only see his cheeks.

“Ah, that’s enough,” your boyfriend says in annoyance, “y/n is tired, goodnight, baby.”

You couldn’t even reply because Mark had already ended the skype call.

You pout, opening your messenger to send a text to your boyfriend.

(7:35PM) You: heyyy why’d you end the call? ):

(7:36PM) Bubba: sorry

(7:36PM) Bubba: johnny was being annoying

(7:36PM) You: he wasn’t tho ):

(7:36PM) You: can we call again?

(7:38PM) Bubba: sorry angel

(7:38PM) Bubba: johnny wants me to go make music

(7:38PM) Bubba: later tonight?

(7:38PM) You: oky

(7:42PM) You: love u!

(7:42PM) Bubba: love u too

(7:42PM) Bubba: <3

--Day 76

You were in the middle of facetiming mark when your phone vibrates from a text. You raise your eyebrows, thinking it was Mark.

(12:11AM) Johnny: hey

(12:11AM) Johnny: I need to ask you something

(12:13AM) You: yeah?

(12:13AM) Johnny: is mark okay lately?

(12:13AM) You: he seems fine to me, why? Did something happen?

(12:14AM) Johnny: I don’t know if I should tell you about this

(12:14AM) Johnny: but

(12:14AM) Johnny: youre the only one who can probably help him

(12:14AM) You: help him with what?

You look up at your laptop to see that Mark’s eyes was still glued on his phone. Probably playing some games.

(12:17AM) Johnny: he hasn’t been eating lately

(12:19AM) Johnny: he doesn’t really tell us stuff anymore so I was wondering you would’ve known something?

(12:22AM) You: oh

(12:22AM) You: he hasn’t told me anything

(12:23AM) You: I’ll talk to him about it

(12:25AM) You: thanks johnny :)

“Hey,” you jump at your boyfriend’s voice. You snap your head to look at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with curious eyes. “What are you so busy with?”

You clear your throat, shaking your head, tossing your phone to the side.

“I wanna ask you something,” you say.

“Whats up?”

You scratch your head, unsure of how to put it into words without offending your boyfriend. You knew he hated being babied but you still want to care for him. He was your other half, after all.

“Have you been eating well lately?”

You could sense Mark was stunned by the random question. He looks away from your wary eyes.

“Who told you?”

“Mark—”

“It was Johnny wasn’t it?” he cuts you off in anger. “God damn it, this is why I don’t want you talking to my friends,”

Why was he making this such a big deal?

“Mark I was just asking a simple question, why are you acting this way?” you argued back.

He shakes his head, threading his fingers through his black hair stressfully.

“I need to go Y/N,” sighs your boyfriend, “Goodnight,”

“Mark—” you were too late. Mark had already ended the call.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you lied down on your bed.

You weren’t sure if you should text him or give him space. Should you apologize? Was it your fault for bringing it up?

After thinking for a while, you decided to send him a text.

(8:33PM) You: hi baby. I was just asking because I was worried about you. I know you hate it when I baby you, but I’m just looking out for you. I didn’t mean to bother you

(8:33PM) You: please don’t blame your friends for this.

(8:36PM) You: I’m sorry, okay?

(8:40PM) You: I just want you to eat healthily. I’m not there to take care of you and I just want you to be healthy.

(8:47PM) You: just text me whenever so we can talk this out

(8:57PM) You: goodnight, mark

--Day 75

(12:03PM) Lovey: hey

(12:03PM) Lovey: I was thinking and realised how selfish I acted towards you

(12:05PM) Lovey: I know you were just looking out for me and I was just wasn’t in the mood because of how stressful it has been

(12:05PM) Lovey: please don’t apologize. Its my fault

(12:15PM) You: why haven’t you been eating?

(12:15PM) Lovey: comeback

(12:15PM) Lovey: I’m trying to lose some cheeks for this comeback

(12:30PM) Lovey: sorry for worrying you

(12:31PM) You: whaa…

(12:33PM) You: but you know my favourite part of your face is your cheeks D:

(12:33PM) Lovey: :(

(12:33PM) You: will you start eating again?

(12:35PM) You: im not going to force you, mark. It’s really up to you.

(12:35PM) Lovey: im eating right now

(12:35PM) You: what are you eating

(12:38PM) Lovey: cereal

(12:38PM) Lovey: and um some left over sushi from yesterday

(12:38PM) You: ohhh sounds delicious

(12:40PM) You: okay I wont disturb you anymore, have fun eating bby

As you were about to put your phone away but there was an incoming videocall from your boyfriend. A small chuckle left your lips as you answered the call.

--Day 73

“Yo, did you see it?!” was the first thing Mark had asked you when you answered his call.

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, sitting up from your laying position, “see what?”

“We just posted a new dance practice; did you not see it?” his eyes widen dismay.

You shook your head, grabbing your laptop from the table, placing it on your lap, “nope, my phone was on dnd,”

“How did you answer my call, then?”

“You’re in my favourites dumbass,”

You type in your password before searching YouTube and clicking on the video that your boyfriend was talking about.

While watching the video, you placed your phone resting on the laptop so Mark could see your face. Throughout the whole video, you were singing softly to the song.

“Did you see that?! Did you see it?” Mark suddenly yells through the screen during the dance break part.

You jump a little, “what? What? What did I miss?”

He groans at you, “the bracelet! Johnny dropped it!”

“Huh?” you press the arrow to repeat it again and you noticed how Johnny’s bracelet fell while he was dancing.

“Wait a little more, I picked it up! Like a professional!”

You waited a little longer and your boyfriend was right. While he was getting into position, your boyfriend had swept the bracelet in his hands.

You grin, “proud of you, babe,”

You wanted to continue watching but your laptop started lagging from the terrible wi-fi. You groan in annoyance, pressing pause, hoping it would reload but it only hangs even more.

“God damnit, this fucking wi-fi,”

“Should I buy you a router? Or a new laptop?” he jokes.

--Day 71

(9:02PM) You: hey wanna call?

(9:02PM) You: today was so stressful I just wanna talk to you

(10:12PM) You: ahh you must be busy with comeback

(9:32PM) You: sorry babe! We’ll jst call tmr? :)

(9:33PM) You: love u! make sureee u drink lots of water <3

-Day 67

Mark lets out an aspirated sigh as he answers your facetime call. “What, Y/N?”

You frown at the way he greets you. He was moody probably because he just finished practicing.

You could tell from how he was laying on his bed without a shirt on, or how he would repeatedly thread his fingers through his black locks.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” you mumble out softly, your eyes softening, feeling guilty that you were disturbing him.

You bit your lip anxiously when Mark simply sighs, rolling his eyes slightly, “should we just call another time?”

He sighs once more, moving around until he lays on his side, “no, no, what’s up?”

You felt a little hesitant, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. Mark wasn’t the type to approach something if he doesn’t like it, he would just go with the flow.

You shook your head, laying back down onto your bed, “No, you’re tired and I shouldn’t be disturbing you right now.”

Mark opens his mouth but you cut him off, “Sorry, Mark. Goodnight.”

You quickly end the call with a heavy heart, throwing your phone next to you. You knew you shouldn’t be expecting an incoming call from your boyfriend, but you shamelessly waited for his specific ringtone.

It did break your heart a little when you didn’t get any response from your boyfriend.

That night, you had spent your time watching Netflix with tears rolling down your cheeks.

-Day 62

“Y/N?”

A choked sob left your throat, your hands wiping the tears running down your cheeks.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Johnny’s voice filled your ears.

You gulp as your heart clench painfully when you hear Mark’s laughter in the background.

“Y/N, d-do you want me to pass the phone to Mark?”

“N-no,” you quickly say out, pausing a little. Hiccups leaving your lips, “d-don’t… please,”

“Okay?” Johnny replies in uncertainty, “Are you… okay? Should I beat Mark up?” he jokes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to smile. “How is he doing?” you whisper, but Johnny could hear very clearly.

You assumed that he had moved somewhere else since you can’t hear the boys screaming in the background.

“Did something happen?” Johnny asks, “I’m not with them right now, so you can tell me.”

You remember the last time you had last talked to Mark.

It has been exactly 5 days since the both of you last texted— or even called. You weren’t sure why or how it happened.

It had taken a big toll on you— you couldn’t focus during lessons and you had spent most of the nights wide awake, thinking what had gone wrong. You had contemplated multiple times whether you should send him a text, but every time you push yourself to say something, you would always remember how busy he is.

“We haven’t been talking for a while,” you answer painfully, “but he’s doing fine, right?”

You hope he’s doing fine.

You hear Johnny lets out an agitated sigh, “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll go talk to him, okay?”

“Just… don’t stress him out even more.”

“I won’t. Just… stop crying over him, okay?” he says, “Mark is an idiot, he’s not worth crying over.”

A small giggle leaves your lips, “you sound like a girl right now,”

-Day 61

(12:12AM) Mark: hey babe

(12:12AM) Mark: johnny just talked to me about what happened

(12:13AM) Mark: can we talk?

(12:45AM) You: okay

(12:45AM) Mark: great, I’ll call you

(12:45AM) You: no

(12:46AM) You: we’ll text

(12:46AM) You: here

You just know that you would be a sobbing mess once you hear Mark’s voice.

(12:46AM) Mark: oh

(12:46AM) Mark: okay

(12:46AM) Mark: youre okay tho

(12:47AM) Mark: right

(12:52AM) You: mhm

(12:52AM) Mark: that’s great um

(12:52AM) Mark: i didn’t know you were feeling that way

(12:53AM) Mark: i’ve been so busy lately i forgot to text or call you

(12:53AM) Mark: and that is not your fault at all

(12:53AM) Mark: i shouldn’t be acting like that in the first place

(12:54AM) Mark: its just really hard with timezones and everything

(12:54AM) Mark: especially with the comeback and all

(12:54AM) You: what are you saying mark?

(12:55AM) Mark: what?

(12:58AM) You: are you breaking up with me?

(12:58AM) Mark: wat? no. what.

(12:58AM) You: wait so we’re not breaking up?

(12:58AM) Mark: what

(12:58AM) Mark: no of course not what are you saying?

(12:59AM) You: I DON’T KNOW

(12:59AM) You: i thought you wanted to break up

(12:59AM) Mark: no I don’t want to what the fuck

(12:59AM) You: so we’re good now right?

-Day 51

Soft melodies were playing in the background while the both of you were doing different things.

You were sitting on your chair, your elbows pressing painfully against your desk, working on your homework diligently. Your phone was perched on your lamp, making sure Mark could see your face.

Your boyfriend was laying on his bed with a notebook laying in front of him, a pen in his hand while he thought of lyrics. He had his legs swinging back and forth behind him cutely.

You exhale loudly as you re-read the same question over and over again.

Mark immediately looks up, “you okay?”

You hum without even looking at him before you continued doing your work.

Mark decides to leave you alone as to not distract you. He rests his cheek against his arm as he tries to think of another sentence to finish the song he was working on.

His eyes slowly dart towards you who had their eyebrows furrowed cutely, a pout plastered on your lips, baby hairs littering against your forehead and cheeks.

Without even realising, a small smile spreads across Mark’s lips. His breath slows down as he relaxed and stares at your figure.

Multiple sentences that could be used as lyrics flooded through his head. He quickly sits up to write the flood of inspiration that was bursting through his veins.

-Day 43

(2:53AM) boyfie: duuudee!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: vlive!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: quick!!!!!

(3:15AM) You: omg ok give me a sec

(3:15AM) You: I just woke up

With a yawn, you open the vlive app and click on the NCT127 page to enter the live your boyfriend was doing.

‘Hi’ you type in the comment section. You stare at your boyfriend, scanning his facial expression to notice your comment.

Exactly 5 seconds later, a huge grin spreads across his lips as he looks up at the camera to wave.

It eased you to know that he was waving at you, for you. Maybe you were being selfish, but you were glad that Mark was yours. Although it does get on your nerves when you see your friends post about how much he loves your boyfriend.

‘mark is so handsome’ you typed.

Unfortunately, Mark didn’t notice your comment, but Donghyuck did. Donghyuck nudges your boyfriend, who immediately responded, turning to look at him.

His friend showed him your comment, which your boyfriend immediately smiles to.

‘I love mark lee so much!!!’

A few seconds later Mark creates a small heart at the camera before looking away with crimson red cheeks.

-Day 38

“So you and Mina, huh?” you say bitterly, rolling your eyes.

You were referring to the interaction between the two when Mina was leaving music bank. You might’ve been slightly jealous of the chemistry between the two, especially when all the fans would ship the both of them.

Mark can only watch you in amusement, a small smile playing along his lips.

“Is she better than me?” you say sarcastically, clicking your tongue,

You envied their friendship. Someone who was merely a friend was able to see your boyfriend so easily.

His face softens, “you know she’s not like that, baby,” his tone was soft, easy to persuade you.

Baby. You wanted to scoff at that. He only used that term when he was trying to win your heart.

You huff, crossing your arms violently. “You’re always with her!”

He chuckles, looking down at his phone before looking back up at you quickly.

You pout at the boy through the screen, “you love me more, right Mark?”

He sarcastically rolls his at your question. What kind of question was that?

His face scrunches in disgust, “Firstly, I don’t even love Mina that way, babe,” he tells you, “and secondly, the only person I love you, alright? So stop being jealous you wimp.”

“Wimp?” you scoff, “and you’re my boyfriend?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Just as you were about to respond to him, your phone vibrated with a notification. You look down and gaped.

_happiness_o wants to send you a message.

“Mark…”

You unlocked your phone to see the message that Mina was trying to send you.

“You told her?!” you exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend who was stifling his laughter. “Mark! Why would you do that?!” you whine, throwing your phone next to you.

“In my defence, I didn’t tell her to send you a text,” he says, “I was just talking about how cute you were being!”

-Day 22

You were laying on your side, deep in a slumber while Mark stares at you lovingly.

Your cheek pressed cutely against your pillow which made your lips pout cutely. The little pieces of hair adorning your temples and cheeks only made Mark want to push it back against your ear. Something he would do every time you were sleeping with him.

He suddenly got an idea and fishes out his phone, searching a filter that he had saved for this particular moment.

He clicks on the filter, waiting for it to load for a moment, before adjusting the angle so the filter could scan his face properly. Once he was sure it won’t budge, he presses record.

‘your soulmate is sleeping right now’

A sad smile adorns his lips, looking at you through the screen. He flips the camera, zooming into your sleeping form then ending the video.

Mark was quite hesitant to post it since he was never the type to post about his relationship with you. But these past few days has been hitting him differently.

He missed you so much, he swore he could go crazy. He had spent another unreasonable amount on you again. He couldn’t even sleep because you were always stuck on his mind.

He bit his lip anxiously before posting the video on his Instagram story. He noticed how your phone vibrated right when it was uploaded— you had his notifications on.

-Day 15

“So it’s gonna be forever~” you sing loudly, pointing your hairbrush to Mark who was laughing loudly through the screen.

“Or it’s gonna go down in flames…” he sings off tune.

While you were busy singing and dancing from all Taylor Swift’s song, Mark had stealthily recorded you with his phone to upload them on his private Instagram.

‘idiot. But my idiot’ he captioned before tagging you and posting it on his page.

“Sing with me, Mark!” you shout, looking at your boyfriend. “Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things,” you sang, pointing at Mark.

Your boyfriend blushes when he realizes you were singing to him.

You cough loudly before clearing your throat after blaring out lyrics to Taylor swift. You reach for your cup of water before gulping it down.

“What song should we sing to next?” you ask, scrolling down through you and Mark’s playlist. The both of you had shared one account ever since he found out the both of you shared the same music taste.

“Should we do a rap?” he suggests.

You smirk up at him, “oooh, because you’re a rapper, huh? Okay, okay.”

You thumb press on ‘Beauty and a Beat’ by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj.

“I’m a better rapper than you, Mark Lee,” you shout at your boyfriend before rapping to Nicki Minaj’s part.

It was so adorable at how you stumbled over some words, or when you had your eyebrows furrowed trying to rap to the lyrics.

At this moment, Mark thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. You had your hair tied up in the ugliest bun he has ever seen, but you looked so adorable, especially in the huge t-shirt you were wearing. But most importantly, the huge grin plastered on your lips and tint of red adorning your cheeks, puts a smile on Mark’s face.

Right when the song has ended, you let out a tired sigh, lying against your bed.

“Am I better than you, Markie?”

He bit back a smile and nodded, “you should replace me in NCT, babe,”

You pretend to think, “I should, shouldn’t I?”

-Day 7

You were talking about Mark about your friend who had pissed you off earlier today.

He shrugs, “honestly, I saw that coming. I never liked her,”

You groan, throwing your head back, “I know right,” you stress, “I should’ve listened to you,”

Mark rests his cheek against his palm, “so what are you going to do?”

You pout, “I don’t know. What should I do, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hums, thinking for a while, “I think it’s best if you cut her off. She doesn’t deserve you, babe.”

You let out an aspirated sigh, frowning. “she was just a close friend…” you trailed off sadly.

“I know, baby,” he coos, “but your mental health is important too.”

Your eyes widen cutely, “I love you,”

That caught your boyfriend off-guard, his eyes widen in awe. “w-what, don’t be weird!” he sputters out.

“You’re weird!” you bite back.

-Day 3

“Mark,” you call out, your boyfriend immediately humming. “I learnt a new tiktok dance,”

He raises his eyebrows. He has never downloaded Tiktok but he knows how much you love the app. Most of the time the both of you were calling, you would be scrolling through the app, sending him links of videos that you found funny.

It was a secret: Mark never actually watches the video. But you do not need to know that.

“Show me, baby,”

You stood up, adjusting your laptop in a decent position. You reach for your phone to play the music before you started dancing.

Mark recognized the song as Savage. It was a song that Taeyong would constantly play.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in bewilderment, amazed at how good you were at dancing.

“Woah, woah,” he gapes when you started throwing back.

When the song ended, you ambled towards your laptop, “how was it? Was I good? Was I as good as Taeyong and Johnny?”

He rolls his eyes at that, “do you do it to other people?”

“What?”

“The throwing back thing,”

Ah. He was jealous.

You shrug, looking away from his intense gaze, “I don’t know. I was planning to ask some of my friends about their opinion.”

“Y/N,” he says sternly.

“I was joking! Jeez. You’re such a party pooper.”

-Day 2

You laid on your side, your arm supporting your head. A movie was playing on your laptop screen but you could only stare at Mark’s face.

He was busy laughing at one of the scenes but you couldn’t focus from his handsome face.

He was wearing the ugly black glasses that he chose a few weeks ago, but he still looked so good in your eyes. His black hair was styled messily from laying around.

“Babe, are you watching?” his eyes widen cutely after sensing how quiet you were being.

“I am,” you mumble out, but your eyes never leaved your boyfriend’s screen.

“Okay,” he whispers, resting his body as he continued watching the movie that was played on the screen.

At this moment in time, you wanted to tell Mark how much you love him. You wanted to smother him in kisses.

“Mark,” you called. You realise how he had paused the movie that was playing to listen to you. “I love you,” you tell him.

Mark was frozen for a second, confused yet flustered by your sudden confusion. He smirks, playing the movie, “weirdo. I love you too, you cutie.”

-Day 1

(11:01PM) bub: babyyyy hiiiii

(11:01PM) bub: wanna call ;)

(11:05PM) bub: hello why r u not replying

(11:05PM) bub: it’s only 11 there

(11:10PM) bub: I know youre not asleep babe

(11:10PM) bub: arghhh

(11:10PM) bub: are you asleep????

(11:10PM) bub: :(

(11:10PM) bub: well ok gn bb I’ll talk to you tmr

(11:10PM) bub: love youuuu

D-DAY

You were laying on Mark’s bed restlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to reach his dorm. When you heard the door unlock, a grin spread across your lips when you saw your boyfriend walk in.

“Hi Mark,” you greet, waving at your boyfriend.

Mark looks up at you and nods, “hi y/n,” he says back before turning the other way to go to the bathroom.

You bit back a smile quietly, giving him a minute to realise. You quietly stood up by the bed to amble towards your boyfriend.

“Wait,” he pauses, turning around slowly, his eyes widening at the sight of you walking up to him, “w-what? Is this real? y/n?”

You smile at him, spreading your arms, waiting for him to tackle you in a hug. “I’m here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out before rushing towards you to pull you against his chest. “You’re here, oh my god,”

You rest your head on his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You’ve missed the moment for so long. For more than 3 months, you had to live without Mark’s presence.

He pulls you away, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “How— what are you doing here?!” he exclaims.

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, “to see you, of course!”

“You surprised me!” he exclaims, pulling you in for another hug, “oh my god, you scared me so much, I love you so much. When did you get here? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday!”

“I love you too and I was in the plane, I couldn’t text you back,” you reply, however your voice was muffled by the black cotton shirt he was wearing. You pull away, looking up at him, “are you not going to kiss me?” you asked abruptly.

He looks down at you with wide eyes, “w-what. That is so sudden, don’t say that!” he stutters out, looking away from you.

You pout at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “what? I came all the way here, didn’t get enough sleep just to see my boyfriend but he won’t kiss me?”

He scowls at you, his arm dropping to rest around your waist. He leans down to connect both your lips. You felt your heart spark when you felt his lips graze against yours.

You didn’t even realise you were pulling him down even more to kiss him deeper. Mark’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer.

“Ah, the kids have finally met,” you heard someone say from behind you two.

Mark and you pull away breathlessly, his lips tinted a bright shiny red. The both of you turn around to see Taeil standing at the door.

Your boyfriend whines, “Go away, Hyung,”

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it’s not a surprise to find mark’s arms around you almost every morning. after a few dates, you’d end up in his bed and waking up next to him. there’s not sex yet and even though you both were so horny, you decided it’s the best choice.

maybe it’s because you wanted to be sure about your feelings towards mark and that it’s not only physical. and it wasn’t.

everytime you would wake up and see him peacefully sleeping, your heart would jump and melt right there. you like mark and your feelings for him grow more and more each day. and jisung’s ‘look at the signs, dumbass!” wouldn’t leave your mind.

mark's bed is much more warmer and comfortable than yours, you think. maybe it's because of his mere presence in it with you that makes you feel that way, you can't really tell. what you definitely know for sure is what a sucker you are for him.

you roll on the bed carefully to not to wake him up and rest your chin on his chest. mark scrunches his nose without waking up and takes a deep breath. you slightly tilt your head and smile. he’s so cute.

“look at the signs, dumbass!”

you find yourself frequently thinking back to your last interaction or plan your next date. you want to tell him about your experiences every day: the great, the awful, and the ordinary.

if he's having a hard time, you worry about it and brainstorm ways to help.

when you see him, you notice your tension relaxes, in much the same way as it does when you return home after a long day. you feel so safe with him.

you don't care much about what you do together, simply that you are together. and you love being around mark.

and the way your body reacted when you saw him talking to yves the other day. it was jealousy and although you didn't want to admit it in front of him, you were furious. you want her away from him.

you frown.

you just realise you’re in love with mark.

oh shit.

“you know it’s rude to stare, right babe?” mark's deep, sleepy voice interrupts your thoughts.

you roll your eyes and this time rest your head on his chest. “i wasn’t staring.”

mark smiles and he puts his hand in your loose hair, playing with it. “then what were you thinking?”

“i was thinking about what we could have for breakfast since your fridge is empty,” you reply, nonchalantly.

mark giggles. “you can always have me for breakfast, babe.”

“and i’d still be hungry,” you joke.

mark slightly pulls you by your hair, your face reaching his. you moan and mark smirks. “why are you moaning, baby? thought you said i wouldn't be enough breakfast for you.”

you laugh as you straddle him. “i’m joking, but you didn’t feed me last night.” you pout.

“my poor babe,” he grips at your hips. “what do you want to eat?”

“well, aside from your dick, maybe some waffles?” you smile as you move in circles on his clothed dick.

mark clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on your hips, preventing you from moving. “don’t tease, y/n. you have me sex deprived for almsot 3 weeks now.”

“maybe i’m reconsidering it now,” you lean forward, teasing his lips.

mark sighs. “if this is another of your sick games i swear to god, i will r-”

you shut mark kissing him deeply on the lips before you move your way down to his neck, biting it showing no mercy. mark hisses and in a sudden move, he’s hovering over your body wrapping his hand firmly around your throat in a tight grip as his other hand moves down your back landing on your ass and squeezing with a slight force. you bite your lip

"you're so mean, babe. i have to do something about it," he tells you in a firm and commanding tone. you just nod your head up and down, running your hands through his blonde locks. you don't hesitate and tug at his hair.

he hums and supports himself on the palms of his hands, looking down at you. you look at him smiling. “something’s wrong, lee?”

he sighs, shaking his head. it turns him so much when you call him by his last name.

he wastes no time ripping off your sleeping shirt -his- and then pants. you are down now to your black thong. "you're so feisty this morning, lee," you moan.

mark leans down and hisses into your ear "you won't be getting breakfast anytime soon, beautiful." his fingers find the hem of your thong and takes it off, throwing it to the edge of the bed.

"i was hoping you'd say that," you lift your hips to make some friction with his already hardened cock.

mark sits on his knees in front of you and takes off his shirt along with his sweatpants, fumbling with his black boxers underneath, bringing his hard cock out to start stroking it. his eyes never leaving your eyes while doing so. you lick your lips.

“let me suck you off,” you tell him.

“it’s all yours, gorgeous.” mark rests his back on the headboard and you place yourself between his legs.

you give the head a soft lick before licking a stripe from the base to the tip. you carefully take mark into your mouth, your eyes meeting his.

you bring your hands up and wrap them around the skin and repeat the movements he had been doing earlier while you begin bobbing your head up and down his length.

"ah shit, just like that.." mark throws his head back as his hands find your hair locks and bring them out of your face and hold it like a ponytail to make the task at hand easier for you to perform.

you take him in deeper and mark bucks his hips upward accidentally, and you gag around him.

"fuck, i'm sorry," mark groans, pulling you towards him so he can wipe the spit away from your mouth before kissing you deeply.

"i was doing okay," you murmur against his lips.

"yes, but i want to cum inside of you," he kisses you. "sit on my dick. ride me."

you nod and straddle him again. you take his dick with your hand and you line it down your entrance and slowly sink on it. you both moan and mark grips at your hips.

you are grinding down onto his dick just for any amount of friction. soon after you have just started to get a rhythm going, mark holds you still by the hips. mark moans when you begin fucking up into him, using the hold he has on your hips to pull you down with each thrust.

you're bouncing on his dick releasing small moans under your breath as your thighs begin to feel heavy. mark thinks he can't love the view more. it's amazingly beautiful. he cups your bouncing tits as you throw your head back, biting your lip.

mark lifts his body a bit and pulls you for a kiss, this time thrusting into you and you whine. "take over."

mark hovers your body again and in no time, he buries himself on you and starts to slowly thrust into you. you moan closing your eyes. then he starts pounding into you harder while his hands hold yours above your head as his silver necklace dangle to every pound in you.

you can hear him groaning and panting in every pound and he can tell you’re close. you moan his name when he rubs your clit with his thumb. “oh m-my g-“ you whimper, arching your back. “it feels so good, mark... fuck.”

“you like it when i pound you like this?” his voice goes deeper as he pounds into you. your skin clapping.

“y-yes,” you whine.

mark slows down his pace and you whine, almost groaning. his thrusts are slow and you can feel his heavy breath on your neck. he's torturing you.

"mark!"

he hums, kissing your neck keeping the same pace in his thrusts. "mark, please," you beg him.

"please what, baby?" mark nips at your lip.

"make me cum," you cry.

mark smirks as he looks at you, slowly thrusting into you, you wrap your legs around his waist and when you're about to protest, he starts pounding into you harder. he grips your hips tightly as he drives into you with vigor and pure lust.

you grip at his shoulders as you rock with each thrust he performs, both of you filling the four walls of his bedroom with loud moans and the sound of your skin slapping against his in absolute heat.

mark increases the speed of his thrusts and in no time you cum, crying out how much you love him, over and over again. "fuck fuck fuck. i love you, mark... ah-fuck."

mark cums, burying his face in your neck, making sounds that are music to your ears, the muscles of his ass clenching with each rapid thrust he delivers to you.

when you ride out your orgasm, mark withdraws himself from top of you, laying on his back. you both are panting.

"say it again," mark says, panting.

"what?" you turn your face to him, confused.

“say that you love me,” he looks at you.

you can’t deny it anymore. you adore him. you love him. you love mark.

“i love you.” you kiss him and he wraps his arms around you. “i love you.” you repeat.

mark smiles and cups your face kissing you. “i love you.”

that same night, you invite mark to stay over for dinner so you can officially introduce him as your boyfriend to your brothers.

mark nervously runs his fingers through his long hair and sighs. jisung frowns and cocks an eyebrow at him. "why are you nervous? you've been literally banging her since i met you."

you choke on your drink and johnny burst out laughing, placing a hand on his chest. "oh my god. i did raise this kid well."

mark wants to die. he can feel the sweat on his back and his forehead. jisung is right, why is he so damn nervous?

you want to die as well, but all of a sudden, you start to laugh uncontrollably. you look over at mark and not only is he super beet red, he has a horrified look on his face. that makes you laugh even harder. you can’t get over how cute he looks.

mark shakes his head and covers half his face with his hand. johnny and jisung join you in laughing. "dude! we're joking!" jisung laughs. "are you okay?"

"mark fucking lee blushing?" johnny whistles. "this is new, man."

"ah, i can now see where all the maliciousness comes from," mark murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“leave him alone, you idiots,” you laugh, sitting on mark’s lap.

“is it too late to break up?” mark looks at you.

you slowly nod. “yeah. you’re stuck here for life.”

“ma’am, you need to file for divorce first,” johnny reminds you.

mark rests one of his hands on your back as you sigh. “no pressure, babe.” he kisses your temple.

jisung and johnny look at each other repeating an “aw.” you roll your eyes and mark laughs. “well, you now know my boyfriend, you can leave.” you tell your brothers.

“this is our house too,” johnny frowns.

“i was watching tv before you two arrived,” jisung looks at you.

“alright, then we’re gonna start making out here,” you shrug and you kiss mark.

johnny and jisung roll their eyes. “dude, we’ve heard you having sex. this won’t scare us.” johnny waves you off.

“go to your bedroom?” jisung shakes his head.

mark chuckles and kisses your check. “i would love to stay, but i have to go.”

“see? you’re already scared him off because of your horniness,” johnny shakes his head in disapproval.

“eat my dick, johnny,” you show him your middle finger.

“rude,” johnny places a hand on his chest and looks at mark. “you sure about wanting to date her?”

mark twists his lips and looks at you. “not quite sure.”

“hey!” you slightly slap his shoulder.

“he’s being mean, which means he’s becoming part of this family,” jisung sighs.

mark smirks. “you all are so lucky to have me.”

“yeah yeah,” you get up from his lap. “you can go now.”

mark stands up from the couch and pulls you for a kiss, jisung and johnny rolling their eyes again.

“text me when you get to wherever you’re going,” you ask mark.

he nods. “i will.” he gives you another kiss. “goodnight, baby. goodnight, guys. thanks for having me.”

“bye, mark. come back soon!” johnny grins. “we still have to embarrass y/n. there’s so much content.”

“oh yeah, and the album pictures she thinks she hid,” jisung winks at him.

“oh, i will definitely come back to see that.”

“i will burn those pictures before you see them,” you smile.

mark leaves your house feeling the happiest he’s ever been in the past years. you love him and he loves you back, and the fact that you took your time and told your brothers you two were official, that made him even happier.

he drives to the warehouse where jeno and donghyuck are bickering over an unknown topic, as usual. mark walks to the mini black fridge and takes a beer out from it, as he opens it, he spots yves typing on her phone. mark tilts his head, studying her and he can tell she’s nervous because there’s only one reason she'd be biting her nails: something’s wrong.

mark slowly approaches her and cocks an eyebrow. “you good?”

“huh?” yves looks at him. “yes, why?”

“you seem… stressed.”

she scoffs. “it’s none of your business, mark.”

“maybe i can help,” he shrugs.

“doubt it. you’re too busy fucking that girl,” she rolls her eyes. “go bother someone else.”

yves locks herself in one of the rooms of the warehouse and mark frowns. jeno approaches him and places a hand on his shoulder. “we tried it, bro. but she’s acting weird.”

“what do you mean by ‘weird’?” mark looks at him.

“she suddenly goes out almost every night, she hides whenever someone calls her…” jeno tilts his head. “it’s just weird.”

“it is,” mark replies. “has she said anything?”

“nope.” jeno twits his mouth. “it’s either that she’s seeing someone or she’s onto something.”

“why would she be onto something?” mark inquiries.

“listen, i know you and her have history and that, but she’s not the kindest or nicest person in the world,” he shrugs. “she’s evil.”

mark nods. “she is, but do you think whatever she’s onto will affect us?”

“i don’t know,” jeno rubs his chin. ��let’s follow her, i heard she’s going out tonight.”

mark throws him his car keys. “you’re driving.”

jeno smirks. “hell yes. hyuck! get your ass here!”

donghyuck gets up from the comfortable leather couch and walks towards them. “what?”

“we’re going on a mission, get ready.” jeno tells him.

donghyuck laughs at him. “what? are we 8?”

“you’re 6, but okay,” jeno shrugs.

mark shakes his head and rests his hands on his hips. “stop bickering you two and let’s go.”

mark, jeno and donghyuck wait for yves to leave the room and get into her car. she drives for around 20 minutes when she arrives in a luxurious neighbourhood. they see her parking in front of a building and a dark haired man approaches her. they can’t see the man’s face since it’s dark outside. the man wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her.

donghyuck snorts. “she’s just getting laid. can we go now?”

mark squints his eyes trying to get a better picture of the man and when he moves a little, a light reflects on his face and mark’s mouth falls open.

it’s doyoung.

“oh shit,” mark murmurs.

“what? you know him?” jeno frowns.

“yes.” mark clenches his jaw. “fuck. yves’ a traitor.”

“what do you mean?” scowls.

“i’ll explain later. we need to go before they see us.” mark says.

it is almost dawn when yves returns to the warehouse. jeno and donghyuck decided to go to their place thinking she wouldn’t return. mark sits still on the couch and when yves turns on the lights, she startles. “oh my god. you scared me, idiot.” she places a hand on her chest. “what are you doing here?”

mark slightly turns his head to her and stands up. “you’re a smart girl, yves.”

“we’re complimenting each other now?” she cocks an eyebrow.

“you’re a smart girl and if you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna tell me what the fuck were you doing with doyoung.” mark walks to her, his eyes never leaving hers.

yves scoffs. “what? you jealous now? please.” she rolls her eyes.

mark groans and wraps a hand around her neck. “stop fucking playing, yves. i’m not gonna ask you again, what the fuck were you doing with him?”

yves lifts her head up, mark’s hand still around her neck. she smiles looking down at him. “you should be taking your anger out on him because once you hear what he’s planning, you probably won’t get your happy en-”

mark tightens his grip on her neck and she whines, gasping for air. “tell me.”

“don’t you remember when you enjoyed choking me?” yves licks her lips. “where did that mark go?”

mark yanks her free violently and she rubs her neck. yves then fixes her hair and looks at him. “he knows who jwi is and i bet you know it too.” she smiles. “nice family you got. too bad it won’t last.”

“and neither will you, asshole.” you say, standing behind her.

yves frowns and she turns on her heels. you tilt your head smiling at her. “whoever try to mess with my family ends up begging for their life.”

yves laughs. “oh my god, from what movie did you take that? it’s pathetic.”

you approach her, your faces close enough. “don’t fuck me with me, yves. you don’t know what i’m capable of.”

“please, you’re just a whore with a criminal fam-”

yves gets interrupted when you slap her in the face. she turns to you and raises a hand to slap you as well but you grab his arm. you look at mark and he slowly nods, taking a syringe out from her jeans pockets. mark approaches yves and injects her in the neck. yves starts to see your face twice and when she is about to fall, mark holds her up.

“are you sure this is not illegal?” mark looks at you.

you shrug. “it’s not legal at all.”

“so what’s your plan?”

“let’s keep her in here so she doesn’t have any contact with doyoung,” you propose.

mark slowly nods. “i’ll tell jeno to watch her while we’re at the race next friday.”

“i’d rather if you don’t go,” you look at him. “in case doyoung finds out and something happens…”

mark shakes his head and cups your face. “i’ll be there and if things get ugly, i’ll have your back, okay?”

you nod and mark pulls your for a hug, you wrap your arms around his waist and he kisses your temple. “i love you.” he whispers to your ear.

“i love you,” you reply and mark’s lips find yours.

a few minutes later, jeno arrives at the warehouse and panics when he sees yves passed out. you explain everything to him and he agrees to watch her so she doesn't leave the warehouse.

mark takes you home and stays over. when you wake up, he’s not in bed with you and you find a note where he says he had to go. you go out of your bedroom and go downstairs finding yuta and johnny. yuta stares at you. “are you out of your mind or stupid?”

“excuse me?” you frown, confused.

johnny presses his lips together. “i’ll be in the kitchen.”

“why did you involve mark on this?” he walks to you.

“because he can help, too,” you look at him.

“do you realise how dangerous is this, y/n?” he keeps glaring at you. “do you have any awareness of the seriousness of this?”

“of course i do, yuta.” you clench your jaw. “and what’s the worst that could happen? that he fakes his death and returns after a year?”

yuta sighs. “and we’re back to that again. this is not about what i did, y/n. it’s about you and your brother.”

yuta stands in front of you and jerks your chin to meet his eyes. “i don’t want anything bad to happen to you or him. and i won’t allow it.”

you take a deep breath and look down, for some reason you can’t keep your eyes on him. he strokes your cheek and slowly tilts his head. “do i make you nervous?”

“no.” you answer promptly.

you feel yuta’s hand on your chest and you look up at him. “then why is your heart beating so fast?”

you pray that your knees will keep you standing and not turning into jello. you slowly gulp and place your hands on his chest to push him away. yuta grabs your wrists and pulls you closer. “answer me, y/n.”

“i-i don’t know,” you mutter.

“your body still reacts to me,” he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb. “you still react to me.”

his arms loops around your waist, your palms meeting his chest as he engulfs you in his embrace.

"god, i miss you so much, y/n," his eyes locking with yours, filled with emotion as he looks over your facial features. “

you open your mouth to at least make a single sound but whatever you want to say dies in your throat when you feel his hand going down your lower back.

then a single hum makes you jolt and you push him away. he looks at you confused. "no. i can't do this mark. i love him, yuta."

yuta stays there, right in front of you staring at you. he then slowly nods. "i should go then."

without saying another word, he takes his jacket and leaves your house. you take a deep breath and let yourself fall on the couch. you feel someone's hands on your shoulders and when you look up, you see johnny. he grins. "you're welcome."

#yuta nakamoto #yuta smut #nct yuta #yuta x reader #yuta imagine #nct 127 smut #nct smut #mark lee smut #mark lee x reader #mark lee #mark lee nct #mark lee imagine #jaehyun smut #taeyong smut #donghyuck smut

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psychdelia · 4 years ago

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billy woke up sweaty and sore with his head pounding. steve threw a graduation party for the seniors last night and, naturally, the popular juniors crashed it.

billy was the most excited out of the bunch, more than ready to see casa de harrington and what it had to offer. he expected the pool, expensive alcohol, smell of weed wafting from the basement.

what he didn’t expect was getting his own personal tour of steve’s room. not that he remembers much considering how this tour came about.

the details are a little iffy, some black spots here and there. billy remembers smoking with harrington and some other peers on the basement couch, beer in one hand, shitty indiana joint in the other. he waited until everyone left to pull out a bag of weed from california he’d been stashing, figured this was the best way to offer an apology since he never actually did apologize for their fight.

“now that that’s over with,” billy motioned towards the basement door once it closed. “wanna try the good shit?” he grinned as he presented the bag.

“holy shit. is it from cali?” steve asked, reaching for the bag. billy quickly pulled it out of his reach.

“of course it’s from cali, dumbass. you really think i’m gonna call your trash bud good?” he rolled his eyes. “but,” he licked his lips. “we’re square after this. no more hating me and i’ll leave you the hell alone. deal or no deal, amigo?”

steve seemed to contemplate, biting his bottom lip and eyeing between billy and the bag.

“you won’t be a dick to me or the shitheads?” steve raised an eyebrow.

“well, i can’t guarantee that.” billy chuckled. “but i won’t target any of you. plus, i already apologized to sinclair and left those brats alone. after max drugged me with whatever the fuck and nearly castrated me, of course. but i still did.” he shrugged.

billy would never admit he told max he wanted to apologize to lucas. would never admit the guilt was eating away at him until he apologized. to his surprise, lucas accepted the apology as long as billy carts him and max around to their stupid little dates. it’s pretty cute, seeing how in love he is with his dork sister. he’ll never admit that either.

“fuck, fine. deal. now hand it over, hargrove. always such a hoarder.” he rolled his eyes, snatching the bag away.

“it’s not my fault the rest of the team doesn’t know how to play ball, asshole.” billy huffed, watching steve grind and roll the flower up. “first hit’s yours.”

passing the joint around silently progressed to smoking with small talk, to them actually having a good discussion just talking about life. they were pretty gone as they talked about their parents. steve talked about traveling along the east coast with family, billy talked about california and mentioned his mom a couple times.

things took a turn when billy thoughtlessly mentioned how he used to shotgun the smoke with some friends back home and steve perked up.

“let’s do it.” steve suggested.

“what?”

“shotgun the smoke. i’ve never done it. cmon,” he sat up, patting billy’s knee. “we’ll do it to each other. you go first.” he leaned in very close to billy, leaving just enough distance between their faces. the party upstairs seemed to have quieted down.

they’d gone back and forth a few times, getting closer each time. billy was about to exhale when he caught steve’s bloodshot eyes drift down from his face and linger on his lips for longer than heterosexually normal. steve looked back up and his cheeks turned pink when he realized he’d been caught, but he didn’t seem to care.

steve really didn’t seem to care when he leaned forward and crashed his lips onto billy’s, forcing him to exhale the smoke into the other’s mouth. billy let out a soft moan when steve licked into his mouth. he hadn’t realized he ended up on steve’s lap until big hands were grabbing his ass and thighs, squeezing handfuls.

they didn’t realize the party was over and the house was empty until steve was dragging billy up the basement stairs. he groaned when billy started to kiss down his neck, blindly reaching behind him to turn the music off. by the time they got to steve’s room, they were half naked, clothes discarded along the stairs.

billy remembers getting on all fours on steve’s bed but immediately got flipped onto his back because i wanna see you, baby. he remembers wrapping his thighs around steve’s face when he licked him open, moaning when steve opened him up with deft fingers and harsh strokes to his prostate. he remembers getting fucked in the same position with steve kissing and licking and sucking and biting down his throat and chest. he remembers getting on top and pinning steve down, marking his neck up the same way he did billy.

he remembers waking up around 4am to steve spooning him. he was hard again and rutting against billy, letting out soft little moans before they fucked again in that same position, steve holding billy’s legs up and open, fingers digging into his thigh, his free hand messily jerking billy off.

now, it’s 11am and all the memories of last night came flooding back to him. his eyes are wide as he turns in steve’s arms, wincing at the soreness and stickiness in his thighs. his eyes go soft when he finds steve sleeping peacefully. his arms are still wrapped tight around billy and there are hickeys littering his neck and collarbones but he looks fucking angelic.

“steve.” billy shakes him a little. “steve.” he repeats, louder.

steve just groans and pulls billy close, tucking the blonde’s head beneath his chin and kissing his head.

“five more minutes, baby.” he murmurs tiredly into billy’s hair.

“steve.” billy sighs into his neck, feels the way steve shudders.

“what?” steve huffs. “wanna go again?” he grinds against billy, earning a moan out of both of them when their dicks rub.

“no. yeah. fuck, no. not now. wake the fuck up harrington.” billy groans, failing to escape his embrace. “fucking clinger.” he huffs.

“you literally clung to me like a koala when i was fucking you but i’m the clinger? asshole.” steve chuckled.

“have you seen your dick?” billy pinched his side. “it’s the size of my fuckin’ face, harrington. there was a lot going on.”

“oh shut the fuck up. you hungry?” steve murmured, pressing sleepy kisses to billy’s neck.

“you made me ride you for, like, an hour. i’m starving.”

“it was like 10 minutes billy. you’re so dramatic.” steve rolled his eyes as he stood up, dragging billy up with him.

“and you’re insatiable.” billy winced as the cold air hit him, cooling him off after being plastered to steve all night.

“come here.” steve murmured, grabbing billy’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

billy followed blindly, ignoring the heat in his cheeks at the way steve held his hand. his blush only deepened when steve grabbed a baby wipe and began to clean billy up, starting at the cum on his belly and moving down. he gave billy an odd look in which billy returned a frown, not understanding until steve gently wiped at his crack and hole, jumping at the sudden cold sensation.

he immediately told himself he wouldn’t catch feelings for this asshole, no matter how sweet or cute or hot or amazing in bed he was. but that thought was thrown out the second they got to the kitchen and billy was bent over the counter, steve draped over his body as he fucked him quick and deep, kissing down his neck and jerking him off.

billy especially didn’t fall in love when steve made him both blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes and fresh expensive italian coffee. he cringed at the way steve drank it black as he loaded it with cream and sugar, flipping a grimacing steve off as he took a sip.

“you want some more coffee with your cream and sugar? or some more pancakes with your syrup?” steve mocked with a fond smile as billy drowned his pancakes and sat half naked, only in a pair of steve’s shorts.

“fuck off.” billy muttered.

“mm, yeah, no. don’t think i will. you can’t get rid of me now, pretty boy. you’re stuck with me.” steve smirked. he leaned over and brushed stray blonde curls behind billy’s ear, watching the blush rise high on his cheeks.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #ask and you shall receive #i hope this isn’t too long i wrote on mobile and #idk how to put stuff under the cut but #oh well

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2lim3rz · 3 years ago

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My Super Ungodly List of 40k OCs

Under a read more cause.. it's a lot

ADEPTUS MECHANICUS

99-Novem + Good Boy - Tech Priest / Cybermastiff - Can barely fix things, barely remembers to pray to the Omnissiah, totally disfunctional, and grieving over her dead robo dog. Someone help this poor girl

Andirke Custos Undecim-005-J023PH - Magos Biologis - Another intelligent dumbass also completely fucking weird

Marsa-12 - Skitarii - Andirke's gf and obligatory person who tells him that "Yes, while that is a good theory, please do not wake up the necron tomb"

Vitellius - @thetechpriestandspacemarine - Ex-Electropriest - Also a dumbass, but a well meaning one, does his best to help even though he's not good at it, blind as hell and not just literally

IMPERIAL GUARD

Brailer Tetricus - Medicae + Drug dealer - Hyper intelligent dumbass. Absolute SHITLORD, addicted to drugs like it's nobodies business and someone stop her before she sasses off to the space marine-

Nomen "Blaze" Nescio - Heavy Weapons - Chad. Absolute CHAD. A unit with a flamer and not afraid to show off his massive lighter collection. Where he gets them, not even he knows. Also a pyromaniac with a mustache and perpetual sunglasses

Larkin - Navis Imperialis - NAVY CAPTAIN! Perpetually disgruntled tho

Tronsk Belligor - Ratling Marksmen - Sly n sneaky and will shoot your ankles and that's it

Avulocris - @thetechpriestandspacemarine - Renegade Astartes - Him try his best to keep his friend alive. Dad friend, whether he admits it or not

Pallarmos - Marines Malevolent - No. Just no.

Brother Cacophony - Noise Marine - No. Just no. Personality of a bitchy saltine cracker

Icalos - T'au Aligned Salamander - Big boi, loves smol wifey [Bap]

Bap - Fire Warrior T'au - Smol lady, loves big husband [Icalos]

Lu - Fire Warrior T'au - TOL lady Tau, fuck around and find out

SQUAD BASILISK

Anette - Human - Somehow very lucky, can and has killed an Astartes single handedly

Otto Decark - Marines Malevolent [Alpha Legion] - GRUMPY MAN, called Rug by Anette, "What do you MEAN you didn't think I like you? I glared at you!"

Apollinaris Tarchim - Ultramarine - "HOW DOES ALL OF MY PLANS FALL APART?!", no one listens to him

Maxaen Hectatis - Brazen Claws - Acts sus, isn't sus

Pontormo Invictiad - Imperial Fist - *rogal dorn voice* Why are you a dumbass?

Kestith Chronah - Blood Angel - *FERAL NOISES* Also best friend of the year, 100/10 will be best friends again

Magos Asicro - Tech Priest - *creepy giggling ensues*

Kates Hereticalis - Grey Knight - Total dude bro but at the same time has and will recite 1000000000000000 pages of poetry by heart while stabbing you

Elissa Von Vassina - Inquisitor - Can and will stomp on your face with high heels and laugh about it later

Orazio - Lamenter Dreadnought - 100% CERTIFIED GR AN D P A! Parent vibes, will be your grandpa

INQUISITORS

Tomlin Payul - Inquisitor - Secretly a T'au and is 100% more loyal to the Imperium than his species and his adoptive father

Cateral Payul - Inquisitor - Total cheapsake, tries to do everything with the bare minimum of money

Quinkelin Wendahnal - Ex-Black Dragon Inquisitor - Doesn't talk, somehow makes everyone talk. The dude that looms ominously in doorways

Zag Vurvendt - Inquisitor - Radical and obsessed with Slaaneshi cults like a we ir do

OTHER

Zezota Sertall - Rogue Trader - The incarnation of fuck around and find out and is strict with her crew. Yes she dresses fancy but isn't a fan of jewels tbh

Pylon - Ultramarine[Undecided tbh] - Tries and fails to change his name, always fails cause everyone ignores it, my dude wants to stop being bullied, dammit

Shield-Walker - T'au Aligned Astartes

Foolishly Brave - T'au - A sm id ge racist towards humans andshieldwalker, is learning to not be like that tho

Rookie - Air Caste T'au - Isn't really a Rookie but that's what everyone calls him rip

Strongarm - T'au Mercenary - HELLA buff for a T'au and will WRECK your shit in a split second. Absolutely ANGRY hasasoftspotforZeztho

Daeco - Renegade Astartes - Single father of 1 Eldar kid, loves his daughter, will murder the chaos gods and the emperor for her

Antia + Glowthorn - Smol Aeldari daughter of Daeco

IMPERIAL KNIGHTS

Arlina Marchena - Slaanesh Aligned - Majesty's Most Cunning

Vridel Marchena - Khorne Aligned - Everlasting Conqueror

Rordin Marchena - Loyalist - Herald of Honor

Valmir Wester the 3rd - Freeblade - Oathsworn Custodian

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rainecreatesstuff · 4 years ago

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LAMP Soulmate AU Bulletfic thing

Word Count: 2569

TW: Mentions and implications of abuse, mentions of anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, mentions and implications of death + illness

They’re all connected in different ways

Virgil is connected to Patton through that thing where marks on your soulmate’s skin appear of yours too

Roman through a thing where on your eleventh birthday at 11:11pm a name will pop into your head and wow its your soulmate’s

And Logan through the string thing

Roman is connected to Patton through a timer on his wrist

And Logan through a tattoo-like mark on your wrist that says your soulmate’s first words to you

Logan and Patton are connected through a soulmark (A tattoo or raised pattern on your skin that is also on your soulmate)

Patton is blind

so in this au different soulmarkers develop at different ages

So when V’s little he’s super excited to meet his sm, bc his parents are soulmates and everything he’s seen abt them is so sweet and exciting!

He turns six and doesn’t develop a timer, which is what he was hoping for

But that’s ok! There are tons of other soulmarkers!

And then he doesn’t develop a soulmark when he’s seven

Or a sentence on his wrist when he’s eight

And he can see colours

So he’s starting to get nervous

And hey! Mom’s sick, and in the hospital, and she’s just not doing too swell

But then when he turns nine, a beautiful red string has been tied around his ring finger when he wakes up!

And wow! Mom look, I have a soulmate! Just like you and daddy!

And then a few months later he’s doing his homework at the kitchen table and the string goes limp before shriveling up and turning black

The doctors have no explanation, and V’s anxiety has really started to kick in

Mom doesn’t seem to be getting better either

So when he turns ten, he is fully aware that this is probably his last chance to develop a soulmarker

He writes on his forearm the night before his birthday

It says “Hey, I’m V! I guess we’re soulmates?”

When he wakes up there’s nothing new

Which is fine! Because that means his sm is probably in the same time zone as him!

But then he keeps waiting and

Nothing

Nothing for a week.

Eventually his dad convinces him to wash it off

Then on his eleventh birthday he knows how uncommon a soulname connection is, but he needs to try

So it’s 11:10 and he’s sitting at his desk with a marker ready to write it down and then-

Roman Prince

Roman prince? What do you mean Roman prince? That’s not a name! What the hell?!

So he’s really sad and anxious and stuff because he doesn’t have a soulmate and, yknow, that’s kinda upsetting for him

And hey, your mom really isn’t doing too well, we have to visit her after school, okay?

At first Virgil doesn’t understand why mom’s being so dramatic or why she keeps telling him she loves him

Then it hits him

And now he’s sobbing and hugging her and shaking and he can’t breathe he can’t breathe he can’t breathe

Fun fact! Turns out this is a regular thing and he has really bad anxiety.

And mom has been put in a medically induced coma

So a year later dad decides to pull the plug

Virgil’s anxiety has gotten really bad

He’s just not in a good place

High school goes by without much happening

Now he’s going to university! How exciting and stressful!

Roman, too, was entranced by the idea of soulmates. His parents aren’t soulmates, but they encourage his excitement about them!

And when he turns six, he develops a timer on his wrist! Score! What a romantic way to meet the love of your life!

Or friend of your life

His moms are so excited for him! They get him new paints and take him out to dinner to celebrate.

And then he wakes up on his eighth birthday to words on his right wrist

It says “If you could stop talking, it would be vastly appreciated.”

He’s a little pissed

His moms take him to the doctor bc “wtf why does he have TWO soulmarkers?!”

The answer is that he has two soulmates

It’s uncommon, but possible

So while he is ecstatic and ready to parade his soulmarkers around the school, his moms are a little less happy and a little more worried

They may have made the suggestion that he wears long sleeves most days, those ones that he hates because they will not roll up

But he did what they asked because they’re his moms, and he loves them very much

And then a few years later on his birthday he’s typing up a short story for school

It’s due the next day so he’s rushing through it a little bit

It’s still amazing

But anyways, he’s writing, and he suddenly just gets the name “Virgil Miller” stuck in his head

He doesn’t think anything of it bc he’s writing and that’s normal

He ends up naming the main character Virgil

Logan grows up in a bit of a run-down part of town

His Mami and Dad are soulmates (he doesn’t think they should be)

They fight a lot, and sometimes Dad’ll hurt Mami, especially at night when they think he’s asleep

And he’s heard Mami on the phone with his Tia, talking about court cases? And laws, and soulmates?

Needless to say, he isn’t all too enamoured with the idea of soulmates

When he’s seven he gets a soulmark, some bumps over his heart, which is a little distressing

He’s never met this person, but he’s supposed to spend his whole life with them?

He’s very scared that his soulmate will be like Dad

And then he develops the words “Bold of you to assume I can stop talking” on his right wrist

And then a string when he’s nine.

He doesn’t tell his parents about any of them. “Soulless” people existed, and he knew his Mami was hoping he was one of them.

And then later that year Mami sits him down and tells him that she’s going to live with his Tia until she can find her own apartment, and that she and Dad aren’t together anymore

Logan cries for a while, and tells her about all the things he’s heard, and the bruises he’s seen, and begs to go with her

Mami says she was hoping he would

His Dad finds out the day before they leave and he hits Logan

Multiple times

And when his Mami steps in, Dad scowls and yells and stomps away and Mami picks Logan up and they run to the car and leave

When they get to his Tia’s he hides in the guest bedroom they said is his and he takes a pair of scissors and

Snip snip, he’s 33% more “soulless”

He steals Mami’s concealer and puts it on his wrist everyday to cover the words there

The only one he doesn’t cover is the soulmark on his chest, which he almost never sees because of his shirt

Whenever anyone asks, he just tells them he’s soulless

He tries not to get too close to people, but he usually fails and so he has a very small, very tight friend group

Oh also he’s a grade ahead of his year

Patton’s family is very well off

He’s the oldest of four brothers

He’s trans, but his family is v supportive and helped him transition as soon as they found out

His service dog’s name is Cookie and she’s a golden retriever

He’s had her since he was eleven, and he loves her very much

Because he’s blind there’s certain things he didn’t know about growing up

For example, nobody told him about soulmates until he was nine

Which really explains the weird ticking he hears every once in a while, as well as the strange, tiny bumps on his chest (which spell out “Loved” in Braille)

He doesn’t think about it too often, but he’d be lying if the idea didn’t entrance him

He didn’t think he’d ever meet his soulmates, though, and if he did, he wasn’t sure they’d want the responsibility of a blind soulmate

On the day he turns ten, there’s this little tickling on his forearm, like butterflies gently taking off on him

He doesn’t really think anything of it, though

Despite being blind, Patton is super capable

He can’t cook by himself, but if he’s supervised he does a really good job. He’s the most prepared for “real life” out of his siblings, which is strange, considering he’s the oldest

He goes to public school, where most kids are really nice (sometimes antagonistically nice), but there were also some rude kids

“You don’t really need that walking stick, you’ve got a dog, and we need it to play our game!”

The amount of times he’s had to explain that no you dumbass I do still need the stick is ridiculous

But he keeps a smile on his face and forges through it

And then in grade eleven Roman’s studying in the hallway when he sees some kid being bullied

Well, not bullied, but definitely teased. Something was wrong, anyways

He’s been on edge all day because his timer keeps going down

But he’s not really thinking about it rn

So he goes over and gets the idiots to leave and

Holy hell did heaven drop an angel? They must have, because look at this boy with his golden hair and tanned skin and freckles and

Beep beep motherfucker. It’s soulmate o’clock

And Roman is just so happy

“H-hey, I’m Roman!” “Oh, hi, I’m Patton! Did... did your timer go off?” “Uh yeah! It did!”

And Patton

Just grins so wide and there’s tears, and he leaps up and hugs Roman so tight

And Roman is so freaking happy!!!! He asks Patton for his contact because duh and Pat’s like

“Uhhh well I can’t text”

“Why?”

“..... I’m blind?” “OHHHHHHH”

So they figure they can talk over the phone because Patton does have a phone for calling

So they have a cute first date and they fall in love and everything’s good and dandy and Roman’s going to college but Patton’s found this real nifty job that just so happens to be right next to Roman’s college so they move in together and Patton knows about Roman’s other sm and Roman knows about Patton’s other sm

And Roman’s in a lecture now

And he didn’t really notice but he’s been muttering

And he’s just kinda sitting there when he hears it from the guy next to him

So he looks up and here’s this ethereal looking dude with gorgeous brown eyes and dark hair and

“Bold of you to assume I can stop talking.”

He curses every known god for making his first words to his soulmate be a meme

They excuse themselves from class because holy shit

And Logan introduces himself shakily

And Roman asks for his number

And they go on a date where Roman tells him about Patton and Logan mentions having a soulmark over his heart

Logan is really hesitant to join their relationship bc he was hoping he would never meet his soulmates

So they don’t put a label on it right away

But they go on a few dates and hang out a bunch and Logan realizes that he actually really, really likes these guys and he doesn’t really want to live the rest of his life without them

So he talks to them and tells them about some of the stuff that happened when he was a kid

Roman and Patton are horrified but they hug him and promise that they will never lay a finger on him if he asks them not to

And Logan just has a moment of “These guys love me. Like actually love me. And want me to be happy. And I think I feel the same?”

So on their next date Logan asks both of them to be his boyfriends and obviously they say yes

And basically they’re just all really in love

They move into a bigger apartment together at the beginning of year two

So then they’re all cuddling one day when Logan tells them about his string

And so the other two are like “oh shit is there another???”

And Roman says that on his eleventh birthday he just suddenly had this name pop into his head but he just assumed he’d wanted the name for a character so

And Patton says that after getting his soulmark AND a timer he didn’t think to check for anything else

So they’re all kinda like well whoops let’s hope we still meet them!

And Patton’s at his job one day when this guy walks in and he’s one of the new employees

Pat’s got his seeing eye doggo with him but the vest is off cuz they’re both on break

And so V’s like “oh cool dog can I pet him?”

Bc usually he would never just go up and ask but he literally can’t stop himself because here’s this adorable dude in front of him and the universe is screeching at him to say hi

And Pat hears his voice and immediately falls in love

“Oh, yea sure! She’s my eye dog, but she’s on break so it’s all good!”

And V meets Pat and his dog

And they end up exchanging numbers because they are coworkers and well

Yknow

So a couple days later, after him and Patton have been talking a lot, Pat invites him over

So V goes over and meets Roman and Logan

And he hears Roman’s name and

Holy shit

And of course Roman is also freaking out because the name Virgil just really hasn’t left his head since he thought of it

So yknow

Logan’s a little unsure, but then the two get talking about astronomy and he doesn’t care if they’re not soulmates he is going to marry this guy

And they all get really close really fast

And then one day Virgil offhandedly mentions the string thing

And Logan freezes and just

Shows V his right ring finger, where they can both see this rotting string that’s still tied tight around it and

Fuck V can’t breathe are you kidding? right now?

So they help ground him, and Logan explains everything

And Roman tells him what’s up

But they’re not really sure how he’s connected to Patton but then he just

Grabs a marker and draws a heart on his hand and

It’s right there on Patton’s hand holy s h i t

So they take Virgil on a date and stuff and they make it official

And Virgil’s a little nervous bc like those three have been together for a while now and he feels like he’s intruding

But he talks to Logan and L understands bc Roman and Patton had been dating for 2+ years when he found them

He promises that V is not intruding and that they all really love him

And Virgil just full on starts crying because he hasn’t felt this loved since before his mom died and he loves his bfs so much

They find their bfs and just cuddle all night

Virgil moves in with the rest of them at the beginning of third year

They get their happily ever after for the most part

Hopefully y’all liked this! I think I’ll be posting more writing on here, bc I have TONS of wips stacked up in a google docs and I’d like to get them out of there lmao

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destielfanfic · 4 years ago

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My First Destiel Fic, vol.2

Thank you guys for sharing your memories! My First Destiel Fic is a nostalgic survey open to any destiel fan and has a simple goal - to celebrate fics that were our gateway into a wonderful world of destiel shipping. Thank you, fic writers, you are our heroes!

from @clio-philyra

Hello! For the first Destiel fic post 😊

The first Destiel fic I bookmarked the was the Forth Wall series by Entanglednow, which is lovely and funny. I first started watching the show in 2013 (end of season 7 on UK tv I think?). The first Destiel fics that made me really fall in love with them were probably All Things Shining by askance and standbyme (which is one of my favourite things I’ve ever read - fic or otherwise) and the Holy!Dean series by bunnymaccool.

This is a great idea btw! 😊

All fic titles link directly to the fic, when it’s possible, we have added another link to our review or submitted rec post.

The Fourth Wall series by entangled_now [M, 40,000 word count, 15 works, posted 2009-10] (our review)

No summary by the author for all work. 15 separate stories in chronological order about Dean, Sam, and Cas discovering the wonders of destiel fan fiction. Ratings vary between T and M, with only one story rated NC-17 and even then it is only the discussion of sex in fanfic.

All Things Shining by askance & standbyme [NC-17, 142,000 word count, posted 2013] (our review)

Something in the world is waking up. It isn’t long before it’s brought to the attention of the Winchesters and Castiel: miracles are spreading across the country, the paranormal seems to be shrinking back on itself—and it all has something to do with the missing prayer book of a traveling preacher who died over a century ago. Dean is convinced it’s all the lead-up to another Apocalypse; Sam and Castiel aren’t so sure. Regardless, it sends them out on a less-than-typical road-trip, following the Mississippi and remnants of a very old story that seems increasingly to call to them. And along the way the trio learn much more about themselves—and the consequences and origins of love—than they’d ever have anticipated.

Holy!Dean Verse by bunnycaccool [NC-17, 120,300 word count, 5 works, posted 2012-15] (our review)

(from part 1) Dean Winchester has grown used to God dicking around in his life the last couple years. But this crap? This takes the CAKE … or pie, rather. Now he’s been thrown a whole new curve-ball. The kind that has ended the Civil War in Heaven … but resulted in Raphael taking over, and hunting for Dean’s ass on a silver platter. Not to mention dealing with Balthazar acting like a self-righteous prick, Sam having some big damn epiphany on his big brother’s sexuality, and Cas eying him up like he’s the world’s juiciest cheeseburger. All that mixed with the chance to fix it all and set everything to rights … but only if Dean is willing to sacrifice himself. Again. Seriously, if he ever meets that bastard God he’s gonna- … oh hey, Chuck! What are you doing here?

from @foxymoley

The first fic I read was All Things Shining by askance and the first fic I did fanart for was A Little Inspiration by Nadiahart. I found the former when I googled free fiction for kindle (I was on maternity leave and bored!) and fell into a Destiel fic rabbit hole. I then did the art for the latter and accidently met the author via a Destiel discord server (a fellow Angel in Profound Bond 😍) and now she's one of my best friends! I squeed, she squeed, we all squeed.

My life full of these two dumbasses hasn't been the same since. ♥

A Little Inspiration by NadiaHart [T, 3,500 word count, posted 2017]

This was it, it was perfect. Exactly what he needed for his final project. Castiel ripped the page out of the campus life newspaper, tossed his paint brushes back into their cup and raced out of his studio. Checking his watch as he rounded the quad, if he hurried he’d be just in time to catch Dean. Sure enough Dean was exiting the gymnasium still in his baseball uniform as Castiel staggered to a halt in front of him. “Woah, Cas, what’s up man?” Dean asked as he helped Castiel back up from where he was hunched over gripping his knees and panting for air. “D...Dean, I-- I--it's perfect.” He gasped holding out the clipping towards Dean.

from @unforth

My first Destiel fic was Bring it On Home by thecouchcarrot. It was S8 and I'd finally "seen" Destiel (after watching since s4) so I went to a friend I knew shipped it and asked her what I should read first, and that was her recommendation. Once I saw what fanfic could be, and what joy an AU could bring? I've never looked back!!

Bring It On Home by thecouchcarrot [M, 41,000 word count, posted 2011] (our review)

Dean the Sales Rep just moved into the neighborhood, and his new neighbor is a possibly crazy shut-in. Wait - make that definitely crazy.

from @ltleflrt

My first Destiel fic was Real Slick Dean by Trilliath, and it was also the event horizon fic that dragged me into fandom in S8. It was written by a friend, but I put off reading it for a few months because I knew I'd never look back at my old fandoms, and I was right. It was also my first omegaverse, so it opened 2 new worlds for me. I was already in love with the ship before I read the fic because I started watching in s6, but I didn't know there was a Destiel fandom. I was a real newbie :)

Real Slick Dean by trilliath [NC-17, 28,500 word count, posted 2013] (submitted rec post)

There’s a new alpha enhancer drug “Rutter” on the streets that gets used at “exclusive parties” for the worst purposes. Detective Castiel Novak and his partner Balthazar work hard to put a stop to it and other sex crimes in their work as Special Victim’s top detectives. Ellen Harvelle’s Roadhouse is both a bar and a refuge for unmated Omegas. The Roadhouse gives Omegas the opportunity have their heats in peace and, if they so desire, even sell an ‘exclusive supply of high-grade slick for the unmated Alpha on the go!’.Castiel is just such an Alpha, career oriented and having no time for casual sex or potential mates. He’s a regular customer who only buys donor D347’s slick. He’s also a family friend and advocate who helps Omegas in need get connected with Ellen. It’s all fine until one night after a difficult bust he brings Ellen a new Omega about to have her first heat. What Alpha Castiel doesn’t realize is that he’s been over-dosed with Rutter during the fight and is about to go into a rut so bad he may die. And if that weren’t enough to kill him, the embarrassment he’s about to feel will, because he’s about to meet donor D347 face to face and neither of them are prepared for what’s going to happen.

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