#I don’t know if I should be proud or crying in fetal position over this knowledge

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️They Save The Truth For A Rainy Day

Pairing: Shang Tsung/Kuai Liang Length: 907 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Scientist!Shang Tsung, Zombie!Kuai Liang, Zombie Virus, Search for a cure, Needles, Science Experiments, Unethical Experimentation, Mentions of corpses, Restraints, Muzzles, Light Whump, NSFK (Not Safe For Kuai) AU-Gust 2024 Day 4: Zombie Apocalypse

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Notes: Oof, feels like it’s been a while since I last wrote this ship. I didn’t realise how much I missed writing Shang Tsung’s absolutely fucky way of thinking about things (altho tbh, he kind of writes himself 99% of the time, he’s one character I have 0 control over, he just takes over and does whatever tf he wants. I’m just here to type it down for him lmao). Title is from Rainy Day by Ice Nine Kills.

There was a loud cry as Shang Tsung stuck a needle into the back of his subject's neck.

“Alright, easy,” he cooed, stroking Kuai Liang’s back like it would soothe him. Despite the fact he shook with his sobs, the straps tying him securely to the table kept him mostly still. “I just need to give you this new medication, and then it’ll be over, okay?”

He pressed on the plunger, watching the purple liquid slowly disappear as he forced it into Kuai’s veins. Kuai made some hurt noises, but he always tended to, even when he was completely consumed by the virus. The whimpers were heartbreaking enough that Tsung knew a lesser scientist would have stopped for fear of breaking some moral code of conduct.

Shang Tsung had a job to do however, and it was one he was determined to see all the way through.

“There, there, it’s over,” he whispered as the last of the liquid was emptied into the man. He pulled the needle out, gently rubbing the area as if to soothe it. “There we go. That’s a good boy.”

He placed the needle to one side, before reaching to undo the straps. Feeling himself being freed, Kuai Liang pushed himself onto his side, rather than on his stomach, and curled up into the fetal position. His eyes were closed, but still there were tears in the corners of them, clinging to his eyelashes. The leather and metal mesh of the muzzle on Kuai’s face looked wet too.

“Oh, darling, don’t be like that,” Tsung sighed, reaching a hand to brush some of Kuai’s hair from his face. It had grown so much since Kuai had come here, and Tsung supposed maybe he should cut it, but he couldn’t help but find it suited the other man. “You know this is all for your own good, right?”

Kuai’s eyes fluttered open, and two milky white eyes stared up at Tsung. It was the one part of Kuai’s physical appearance he hadn’t yet found a way to reverse. He’d managed to return Kuai’s skin tone to its natural bronze, rather than the strange sickly almost green tone it had been previously. He’d even managed to get a rather horrific gash over his one eye to actually heal. But the eyes seemed to be stubborn and wanted to stay.

Well. The eyes and the insatiable hunger for human flesh.

Tsung supposed he should have felt proud. He’d come far further in finding a cure for the infection than anyone else. He’d not only managed to return Kuai to a more human-like appearance, but he’d also managed to bring back his consciousness. The infection turned people into mindless zombies, whose only purpose was devouring any human within their path. But Tsung had managed to get Kuai to a point where they could hold actual conversations.

Granted, Tsung was only so far ahead in his research because he was practically the only person looking for a cure. Every other scientist was banding together to create vaccines, to protect the uninfected. Tsung had been thrown aside for wanting to find a cure instead, told he would be creating unnecessary suffering in his attempts. But then Bi-Han had brought Kuai Liang to his laboratory, begging for Tsung to find a way to save him from the illness.

And oh, how could Shang Tsung ever say no to potentially being the saviour of humanity?

“H-Hurts,” Kuai whispered through his tears and sobs. His hand reached weakly for Tsung’s shirt. “I-It hurts, Doctor Shang.”

“I know,” he whispered sympathetically. He wasn’t a complete monster, despite what his scientific peers thought of him. He tried to keep Kuai Liang as comfortable as he could. “Shh, I’ll give you some painkillers, and then I’ll get you something to eat, okay?”

He was starting to run out of corpses to feed his subject. He’d have to get in contact with Kano to bring him some more. For as much of an oaf as he was, Kano was very good at providing fresh bodies. Shang Tsung tried not to think too hard about how he was getting them.

“I- I want Bi-Han,” Kuai cried, pulling on Tsung’s clothing slightly. “Please. I want to see my- my brother.”

Shang Tsung had mostly tried to keep Bi-Han away since he’d taken Kuai in, although offering him progress reports of course. He worried that letting Bi-Han actually see too much of Kuai would make the other regret his actions and attempt to take Kuai Liang away. Tsung needed to finish his research.

“I will see what I can do,” he lied. He always lied about this. Telling Kuai what he wanted to hear initially, but then later pretending that Bi-Han was busy and couldn’t make it. Whatever it took to keep Kuai calm, really. “But first, painkillers and food.”

Kuai Liang stared at him, but eventually let go of his shirt, letting out a defeated “okay.”

“Good boy.” Shang Tsung reached for Kuai Liang’s arms and helped to sit him up. “Let’s go.”

He got Kuai up onto his feet, feeling a strange satisfaction as Kuai pushed himself close. He wrapped an arm around the other man's waist, guiding him across the lab. Soon, he’d make Kuai see that all of the pain was worth it. When they both revealed to the world that the infection was curable.

And Shang Tsung’s name would go down in history.

[dadonbabysworld]

Skz Drabble — Alone (MinChan)

Author’s Note: this is a self insert but also a very specific one. Lots of it is my personal story from losing a parent. It’s hard sometimes; I’m here for anyone who needs it. Love you guys 🫶🏾

Wordcount: 1,617 (maybe I got carried away 😭)

Warnings: mentions of polyamory/ polyamorous relationships, descriptions of depression, loss of a loved one, a full bladder, suggestive at the end.

It was one in the afternoon. Nothing special about today; it was simply a Sunday. The birds chirped, the sun shined, and the wind blowed as cars came pass. Simple.

Yet, you lay in bed. Bound to bed by the leaps and bounds that is the world. You feel your heart getting heavier. You were triggered by the music playing in someone’s car as they drove pass. Your mom loved that song.

Now the tears won’t stop flowing. Your mind won’t stop going. Running and running trying to dodge all your problems. You fall back onto the bed covering your face as if that stopped the sobs that escaped you.

Sobs. For someone who only wanted you to not cry as their last wish. The pain of missing them and the guilt of not following their wishes keeps you wanting to do nothing but remain under the safety of your hands. So you do. You lay in bed with your eyes covered for a while.

Overthinking for a while. Would my mother be proud of me? Even on your best day, you aren’t the same person with your mother. Less motivated… less confident. Would she hate the person I’ve become? You lost the spark. Sometimes you debate on what you keeping going for. Is she even watching? Does it truly matter? You won’t get anything from her. Nobody else cares.

You eventually lay on your side staring at the window. Just clear, beautiful skies in view. The perfect juxtaposition to the mood inside your apartment right now. Dark, sadness looms over you. It’s been years. At this point, you should be fine right? Wrong.

Everyone applauds you for keeping it together. ‘Y/n is so strong’ ‘without my mom I don’t think I would make it y/n is an inspiration’. Unbeknownst to them, you are falling apart alone. You never let anyone know, never let anyone in. They all have too many things going on in their lives.

You had been in bed for way longer than expected at this point. It has been hours of overthinking and crying: a repeated cycle. You felt dehydrated, like your bladder was gonna explode, and exhausted. Yet, you remained in bed. In fetal position, you felt the safest from the world.

You were soon asleep. That’s why you didn’t notice Chan and Minho enter. Chan used his spare key. You hadn’t answered any of their messages or calls for a few days now. This was not normal; this is the longest slump you’ve been in since before you met them.

Normally, you can pull it together after a day. Possibly a few hours even. Three days you have spent at home now. You were convinced you would lose some of your skin complexion.

It was a mess in your house besides the living room. You kept the living room clean to keep appearances from neighbors. The kitchen had a stack of plates in the sink and the garbage was full. The bathroom had lots of tissues from crying on the sink and filling the garbage can. Also, some make up removal wipes because you tried to do your makeup at one point.

When they reach your room, they are prepared for the worst. Nerves eating at them and it showed on their faces.

“What if she’s not alive?” Minho whispers to Chan.

Chan shakes his head. “We’ll deal with it the best we know how..” He opens the door and is relieved you’re just sleeping. The light snores from your body alerted them immediately. Minho lets out a breath he was holding and holds his chest.

Your room: the most dirty of it all. Tissues, energy drink cans, water bottles, lots of plates and bowls, clothes on the ground, hair ties and jewelry just spewed about. The only jewelry missing is the necklace you always wear still on your neck.

“Maybe we should help clean? She doesn’t seem.. okay” Minho suggests. Chan simply nods. He is worried about you, and the condition of you and your place are concerning. Your house is normally rather clean, and you would be up doing some kind of studying or chores. Midday sleeping? Not the typical.

Chan takes on the bathroom cleaning the skin and shower first. While, Minho decides to focus on your kitchen. He starts with the dishes and counters. Chan was going to clean your bathroom mirror, but he saw the affirmations you wrote on it. ‘Tomorrow will be better’ in red lipstick. You weren’t doing okay… his suspicions were right.

Minho decided since the dishwasher was going and the counters were clean maybe he could clean the fridge and stove. The stove required little scrubbing. In the fridge, he found minimal things. Some soup, drinks, eggs, and fruit. The soup he recognized as something you mentioned you loved a lot as a child. Did you make it to feel comfortable? Did it work?

After they both cleaned the floors, they decided to clean your room. They were the most nervous about this because they could wake you. Minho gathered the garbage in a bag since he had taken all the dishes out earlier to put in the dishwasher. He could easily take the garbage out as well. It was part of the kitchen. Chan decided to do your laundry. He took the time to read every clothing label to sort and wash them correctly. They couldn’t clean the floor without waking you, so they decided to wait on that part.

You woke up to the sound of Chan and Minho talking somewhere. You didn’t even connect the dots yet. You groaned as you woke up. You didn’t go use the bathroom before sleeping now you felt the worst stomach pain ever.

Minho was alerted immediately and came to the room.

“Y/n-ah are you okay?” He questions, getting a little close to the bed.

“Can you help me to the bathroom, please?” You beg him. He immediately lifts you out the cover to which you moan in pain. “I’m sorry..” he mumbles. You shake your head. “This is all my fault. Let’s make this quick.” He hustles and helps you to the bathroom. Chan is also watching as you almost immediately go when your on the toilet.

He sighed. “I told you about holding in your piss!” You shrink a little. “I know I’m sorry Channie..” He was going to lecture you, but he hopes the pain is a lesson enough. You go to wash your hands afterwards still in pain. The pain takes a while to subside; it was actual torture and discomfort.

Chan carries you to the living room and sits you on the couch. Here you are between Chan and Minho as they both look at you. You have been exposed. It was a hard to even say anything. The men who you had been seeing were upset with you.

“I can- I can explain.” You stutter out as loud as possible. They nod in an agreement. “Go on.” Minho beckons.

“I.. I’ve had a hard few days. As you both know, I am without both my parents. My mother being the closest to me. I have just been reminded of her so much, and it hurts. Listening to the songs she likes, smelling the perfumes she wore, seeing people who look like her, and the worst of all is when I watch someone die in a movie or show. I can’t do it. My heart is too weak.” Chan rubs your back gently as he holds one of your hands. Minho wipes the tears you didn’t feel fall as he holds your thigh.

“Y/n.. we’re your boyfriends. Why not tell us? We were in the dark about you, your physical and mental state, and that is scary for us.” Chan softly spoke.

“I am prideful.. I can’t be weak even to the people closest to me. You guys always give me so much credit. Meanwhile it is so fucking hard! I take so long in the shower because I can cry in there without you guys seeing me. I just don’t want to worry you guys either. You’re super busy and going through things on your own tha-“ Minho cuts you off. He normally doesn’t interrupt, so you’re immediately confused but attentive.

“In a relationship, we are supposed to be there for each other 100% of the time. If the person needs something, you should be able to balance them. It is three of us. Please don’t feel like you have to be alone in anything. We love you. We care for you. We will always want to hear your concerns and troubles. Don’t do this again.. please.” You could see the concern and sadness on their faces. They actually want that from you. They care about you.

“I’m sorry to worry you. I will try to put my pride aside when it comes to you guys. It will take some getting use to. I know I messed up, but I love you guys too. I don’t want to lose you.” You cuddle closer to Minho and pull Chan in too. They cuddle you smiling softly.

“Our hard-headed girl” Chan pats your head and laughs. “Literally. Also, our messy girl. You’re welcome for cleaning.” Minho rolls his eyes as he says that. “Thank youuu. Sleepover?” You ask excitedly. “Sure let’s get the bed ready.” Chan says as he gets up, stretching his arms and back.

Minho taps you for you to get up and stands up. “Don’t worry we’ll be gentle tonight. You have done enough crying already. As long as you feel satisfied, we can do whatever.” He says, winking and grabbing the towels out the dryer.

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Never thought my most popular post would be about Baffy but here we are

[anniemika]

Comfort activities

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

NSFW content!

Summary: Eren knows the best way to cheer you up.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: oral sex F receiving, cursing, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie

A/N: Reposting this cause I accidentally deleted it 

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You open the door to your apartment with shaky hands, your sniffles accompanying you through the hallway as you rush to your bedroom. You hear some muffled sounds from the kitchen, but you’re way too tired and upset to even go and say hi to your boyfriend.

“Baby?” You hear Eren’s voice echo through the apartment, but you’re already in front of your bed, dropping your bag on the floor and throwing yourself onto the mattress. You bring your knees to your chest in a fetal position and begin to sob quietly, your brain fried and body extremely tired.

“Hey” you hear him again, his voice sounding closer this time “where are you?”

You remain silent, not wanting him to notice your sobs, although it was kind of inevitable when you lived together and he already heard you’d come home.

“Babe, you have to see this, I think I won’t burn down the kitchen this time-“ he sounds so cheery and sweet like he’s truly proud of himself and his new triumph. All of that cheeriness dies immediately when he sees you curled up in a ball, body shuddering and tears falling down your red cheeks.

“Hey” you hear the slight panic “hey, baby, what happened?” He rushes to you and kneels down next to the bed so his eyes can be on the same level as yours.

You don’t even look at him, turning your body to the other side. He sees your pillow is wet from the tears you’ve shedded and he feels like his heart is ready to explode.

“Baby, did I- did I do something?” You let out a whimper, shaking your head slowly and bringing your knees even closer to your chest.

“Y/n, what happened, don’t scare me like that.” He climbs on the bed, arm wrapping around your stomach gently, turning you around to face him. “Sweetheart, please talk to me.”

You close your eyes, trying to even your breathing and calm yourself at least a bit. Every time you open your mouth and try to speak though, you feel this choking feeling in your throat that doesn’t allow you to continue.

“Okay, did someone do something to you?” He tries to keep his voice soft, but just the thought of someone making you cry made his blood boil.

“N-no..” you choke out “I.. I failed.” You hide your teary eyes with your palms, body convulsing as you begin to cry again.

Eren just stares at you, his mind finally catching on.

“The exam?” He quietly asks, putting his hand on top of your hair, caressing it softly.

“Y-yes.” You begin, this time trying to hold the tears back. “I-I did everything right, I was done before everybody, but then..” you let out a sniffle “then I just started re-reading everything and I didn’t notice the time and I didn’t fill in my exam paper fully and-“ you break into tears again, and Eren’s heart literally breaks, so he quickly hoists you in his arms, kissing your tear-stained face.

“Baby, calm down” he says between kisses “please, just try to breathe.”

Your fingers clutch to the fabric of his shirt, tiny whimpering sounds escaping your lips as Eren strokes your hair, the motion of his hand progressively calming you down. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but after crying what seemed like all the tears you had, all that was left were your hiccups.

“I’m so stupid..” you defeatedly say.

“Hey” Eren starts, now sure that your panic attack was over “you’re insanely smart. Like, the smartest person I know.”

He moves your face so you can be eye-to-eye.

“You may be a bit of a pushover, but you should be crazy to doubt how much brain there is inside that little head.” He does a knocking pattern on your head, and he swears he can see a tiny small appearing.

“Shit happens baby, I know it sucks, but you are also the most stubborn person I know.” Now you can’t help but laugh, your eyebrow raising questionably.

“Yeah, yeah, fine, after me.” He rolls his eyes and you’re full-on smiling. “I’m sure you’re gonna nail that test next time. I can bet with you on whatever you want.” It’s so hard to be tough on yourself when he’s that convincing. His words really make you feel better.

“I don’t want you to overwork yourself like this again, though. No more studying for hours on end, you should have some fun too.” He pinches your nose, making you scrunch it.

“Yeah?”

“Sure thing. And you know what? I am the master of fun.” You chuckle as he moves on top of you, gently tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. “So from now on, and the rest of your life I hope, I’m going to be the one responsible for that pretty smile.”

He peppers your mouth with kisses, and you giggle, the sound filling his heart with joy.

“And that cute laugh.” Eren nuzzles your noses together, then continues to place soft kisses on your jaw, chin, and then on your neck. “And that soft skin.”

The change in atmosphere when he begins to place open kisses on your chest makes you gasp, instinctively running your fingers through his brown locks. There are no more jokes now, and when you feel the buttons of your shirt getting undone, there’s only one thing you care about: the things he’ll do to you.

Eren chuckles to himself when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra, his big palms squeezing your breasts together, making you squeak. You feel his hot tongue running up and down your nipples, your hands gripping the fabric of the sheets because it feels so amazing, it’s making you lightheaded.

“And those perfect tits.” He begins to suck on them and that’s when you moan loudly, feeling his teeth gently grazing your sensitive nubs. It’s almost funny how fast he can make you forget all your worries and replace them with what he likes to call fun.

You’re already feeling the slick between your legs, thinking about how you want nothing more than to coat it on his tongue. Eren catches on on your enthusiasm when you begin to rock your hips against his, repaying you with a good suck on your breast and letting it go with a pop. He knows just how impatient you can get, and taking into consideration the kind of day you’ve had, he wastes no time when he quickly slides down your burning body and settles himself between your thighs. You help him by lifting your legs so he can remove your panties, smirking when he sees you’re wearing his favourite red pair. He licks his lips at the sight of your leaking juices, then moves his gaze to your face.

“And..” his thumb brushes lightly against your swollen clit, never breaking eye contact with your needing eyes “for this tight pussy.”

He licks one long stripe against your wetness, and you immediately feel your muscles tensing. Your thighs twitch and he kisses them, then goes back to work on his meal. He starts slow, giving you time to adjust to the sensation, before entering you with his middle finger.

“Fuck” you gasp, his tongue continuing to tease your clit as you move your fingers through his hair, messing his bun. He hums to the sounds you’re letting out, applying a bit more speed and pressure when they become louder.

“You’re so sweet baby” he says between licks “Sweetest thing in the world.”

“Oh, ‘Ren” you feel heat flowing through your every fiber, the ball of nerves formed in your lower belly threatening to explode. “You’re so good..”

He almost growls at the praise, which inspires a light suck on his favourite toy, bringing you so close to your peak, your body begins to shudder. He spits and licks your cunt as you try to move your hips against his mouth, your only mission to release all the stress that’s built up inside you.

“Cum, baby. Cum all over my face.” The moment you catch his words, it happens. Your body jolts, legs uncontrollably closing in around his head, palms grabbing at your tits as the sweetness of your orgasm drives you to cry out Eren’s name until it rings in his ears. He rides you through it like the good boyfriend he is, kissing all around your sensitive area until you begin to breathe properly again.

He climbs on top of you, kissing your lips feverishly. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You lazily return his kisses, hand going down to palm the bulge that’s formed inside his sweatpants.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks sweetly, caressing your face as he watches redness spread on your cheeks.

“Y-yes, please.”

The smirk he gives you makes your heart flutter, watching as he gets on his knees and pulls down his sweats, his rock-hard cock bobbing up and down and dripping with precum. Seeing it never ceased to make you anxious, in the best way possible.

“Hands and knees” he pulls you by your hand so you can get on all fours, arching your back and lowering your upper body so he can slide right home.

“My smart girl” he leans down, giving you a peck on the cheek. He knows that you die for praise, so he decides to give it to you any chance he gets. You kiss him in return before hissing from the way he slides in, stretching you slowly. “Shh, it’s okay baby. It’ll only sting for a bit.”

When he’s all in and you feel him brush against your cervix, he slowly pumps into you, letting out low “fuck”’s as you envelop around him.

“You’re taking me so well.” His hands roam around your body, concentrating on your plump ass and round tits, while his hips still move leisurely. It’s good when he fucks you like this, steady, concentrated, you liked feeling the stretch of his dick and every little curve and vein, but you also loved it when he used you like his own fuck-doll, rutting into you until you couldn’t speak. So that’s why when you begin to bounce back on him with more fever, he unsuccessfully stifles a laugh.

“You need it faster?” He doesn’t move, letting you fuck yourself into him. “Come on. Fuck me.”

And you do. He stills his hips, watching as you move back into him and moan every time your ass touches his pelvis. The way your ass cheeks bounce off forces the hottest grunts to escape his mouth, prompting you to go even faster.

“Shit, shit, shit” Eren feels like he’s on cloud nine, just the image of you fucking him screwing with his brain. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

Every word of his ushers you to go absolutely wild, to the point where you’re both moaning for the whole building to hear. Your pace does not halt, head turned back so you can watch every expression on your boyfriend’s pretty fucked-out face.

“S-slow down” but you don’t, you only go faster “I have to pull out- fuck, fuck, y/n-“ you don’t allow him to, fucking him through his orgasm as you listen to the lewd sounds he makes, the skin-to-skin slapping accompanying them. You maintain eye contact as you slow down your hips, feeling his warm cum ooze out of your pussy.

You watch as he tries to take control of his breathing, satisfaction evident on your face as you grin at him. Eren catches it, a tired smile appearing.

“Now I gotta go to the drugstore.” He shakes his head, watching you shrug your shoulders, followed by a chuckle.

“Not now.” You say, turning around and pulling him on top of you. “I want cuddles first.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He wraps his arms around you, turning you both over in one motion so you can rest on his chest.

“I haven’t cum that fast in a long time. You were so fucking hot.” He confesses, kissing your temple.

“Thanks for fucking me so good, ‘Ren.” You kiss his chin in return, and he straight-up laughs.

“Me fuck you? Nah baby, you just fucked my brains out.”

You chuckle, “True.”

“Feeling better?” He tilts your chin, and you can almost see little hearts in his green eyes.

“Mhm, much better.” You peck his lips, then press your face against his chest. “But you know what, ‘Ren? I don’t know if I should take that test again. Maybe I should just stay at home and become a mommy.”

You try your hardest to stifle your laugh when you feel his whole body stiffen. “W-what?”

“Yeah baby, maybe you shouldn’t go to the drugstore after all. Wouldn’t you like to become a daddy?” You milk the pronunciation of the last word, knowing it would totally fuck with his brain.

When he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, you glance up at him, seeing him already watching you.

“Young lady, you’re taking that test again.” You fake pout, but then the next thing you know, you’re on your back with his toned body on top of yours. “But if you want to become a mommy, we’ll have to try much harder.”

He begins to fondle one of your breasts with a devilish smirk on his lips, and you gulp. You should really be more careful with what you joke about.

“Eren?” You say, feeling his tongue on your nipple.

“Mm?”

“I smell something burning.”

“...Fuck.”

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[livelaughwhump]

Whump Fic: Part 2

Part 1 here

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Several hours passed since caretaker left whumpee's door, and whumpee had yet to leave their room. Thinking they must be starving, caretaker prepared whumpee's favorite meal and brought it to their door.

Caretaker gave a gentle knock. "Whumpee?" There was no response. Caretaker sighed. "Whumpee, I know you're mad at me, and that's okay, but I brought you something to eat." Whumpee still didn't respond. "It's your favorite!" Silence. Curious, caretaker tried the doorknob, only to find it unlocked. Looking up, caretaker pushed the door open and entered whumpee's room.

Atop the bed in the center of the room, whumpee lay curled up in a fetal position. Caretaker almost thought they were asleep, until they noticed whumpee's muscles tense. Caretaker frowned. "Hey," they tried. Whumpee didn't move. "I brought a peace offering." They held up the plate in their hands, but whumpee didn't look over.

"Do you regret adopting me?" Whumpee's small voice said.

Caretaker's eyes widened and they hurriedly sat beside whumpee on the bed. "No, of course not."

"Do you regret saving me?" Whumpee's voice shivered this time.

Caretaker's eyes burned and their breath hitched. They laid a hand on whumpee's leg. "Whumpee, the only thing I regret is not protecting you enough. I don't know what whumper did to you, but-"

Whumpee tensed again and caretaker's words died in their throat.

Whumpee sniffled and finally looked up at caretaker. Whumpee's eyes were red and puffy, as if they hadn't stopped crying the entire time they were alone.

"Why didn't you just tell me you didn't want me anymore?" Whumpee asked. Caretaker opened their mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Whumpee sat up and faced caretaker. "If I had known you were so unhappy, I would've tried to be better. I would've tried to be someone you could be proud to call your family."

"You don't think I'm proud of you?" Caretaker asked. "Whumpee, you are still so young, but you've gone through more than anyone should ever have to in their entire life, and you're still you. You didn't break, you didn't lose yourself. You are so strong, and I couldn't be more proud."

Whumpee's gaze wavered. "Just not proud enough to want to keep me?" they whispered.

Caretaker's heart dropped. "Oh, whumpee..." They gathered whumpee in their arms, guiding their head to rest on their shoulder. They rocked whumpee back and forth, rubbing soothing circles into their scarred back. Whumpee whimpered pathetically against caretaker's chest, gripping their shirt with a vice-like hold. "I am so sorry for all of those horrible things I said. I don't want you to think you're a burden, because you're not. You're still recovering, and you're making so much progress, and I'm so proud of you."

By now, whumpee was crying, their tears soaking through caretaker's t-shirt. "You don't have to lie," they sobbed. "I know I'm a screw-up, but I can be better, I promise. I can be useful, just please don't throw me away. I have nowhere else to go. Please."

Caretaker's heart broke upon hearing whumpee's desperate, broken pleas. Guilt swelled in their stomach. "Whumpee..."

"I can be good, I promise. I'll do whatever you say, I'll be whatever you want me to be. I know, you don’t want me, but please give me another chance. I swear, I can be good."

By now, caretaker's eyes were overflowing with tears as well. "Whumpee, there is absolutely nothing in this world that could make me even consider throwing you away. I love you, and I would never ask you to be anyone but yourself."

Whumpee sniffled and pulled themself out of caretaker's embrace. "Then-Then, what was all that on the phone? Why were you talking about sending me away?"

"I wasn't. I was talking about getting you a therapist." Whumpee's gaze wavered. "I know you won't talk to me, but I figured you might want to talk to a professional. Someone you can be sure won't judge you or make you feel unwanted. I think it would benefit both of us."

Whumpee turned their face away, their cheeks flushing red. "I feel so stupid," they whispered.

"You're not stupid, whumpee. It was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry I said all of those things. I should never have made you feel unwanted. Adopting you was the best decision I ever made."

Tears welled in whumpee's eyes again, and they once again buried their face in caretaker's chest. "Thank you," whumpee sobbed. Caretaker raised a confused brow. "Thank you for wanting me, and taking care of me. Thank you for being so kind to me."

Caretaker smiled sadly and kissed the top of whumpee's head. "Of course. You deserve every good thing in life, and I will make sure you believe that someday. I will do everything in my power to make sure you love yourself the way I do."

Whumpee sniffled. "I love you, caretaker."

"I love you too, darling. I never want you to forget that."

Whumpee didn't even mind that their food had gone cold.

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Sorry this is so long. I didn't mean to make this two parts, but I have a tendency to overwrite

[michiieewrites]

Soft!Alpha!Bakugou defending his Omega (headcanons)

A/N: Beloved Anon, I dearly hope that this will help soothe the painfull events that are happening between you and your friend. I think we all need a soft, protective and explosive Alpha every once in a while.

Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors I made. My eyes aren’t fully healthy right now and I’’m still under treatment to find out what is wrong with them. So please forgive me, for both writing and reading have become very difficult for me to do.

Enjoy!!

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* Your 'friend' must have a death wish * It started off slowly, the remarks about your figure, your second gender, mocking your job as a barista * Last week Bakugou came home, hoping to find his sweet smelling Omega already eating their dinner * Instead his nose picked up on a hint of a sour smell in your scent * "Oi, you okay, (Y/N)?" * You tell him about the behaviour of your friend towards you whilst also reassuring Bakugou that everything would be okay again once you talked to your friend * Now while Bakugou is very protective of his mate, he also respects you and trusts you to stand up for yourself * He's convinced that if you're capable of handling his ass, you're capable of everything * But if there's one thing Bakugou Katsuki is not, it's stupid * Try as you might, he can clearly see your mood dropping every day and your scent getting more sour, so bad he can almost taste it * And you try to be as strong as possible, trying to talk things over with your friend because you don't wanna lose your friendship * But there's only so much degradation one person can take * Ever since you stepped into the home you shared with your carmine eyed Alpha, you just broke down on the couch * You truly feel like you've lost someone you cared so deeply about and it hurts to feel like you're not worthy of being their friend * Miles away from you, a certain Alpha Pro Hero felt something inside him shift * His whole body on alert while his eyes try to find the source of this feeling * A villain attack? Nah, everything's quiet on the streets today * Before an hour had even passed he was able to understand this feeling * My Omega is hurting * (Listen here, Hawks may be fast and have big ass wings, but not even he can keep up with Dynamight in 'Protect Omega'- mode) * As soon as he bursts through the door, he found you curled up in a fetal position on the couch and he was ready to tear apart whatever caused your disstress * "Hé hé, the fuck is wrong? Did someone-" * "I can't take it anymore, Katsuki" * As soon as these words leave your mouth, Bakugou starts fearing the worst * Is this it? Were you leaving him? Surely, that must be it, nobody can be with such a hot headed Alpha like him for the rest of their life. Did you finally realise that he doesn't deserve you? Did you- * "They keep degrading me and I just can't take it anymore, Katsuki. I tried, I really did, but... i don't want someone who makes me feel worthless as a friend and I just- I just don't know anymore..." * Seeing you this heartbroken over that bastard of a friend tore him apart * One side wanted to hunt down your 'friend' and skin them alive before throwing them in a pit of salt * And one side wanted to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the rest of the world * The latter won * Tonight was about holding you close and wiping away the tears you cried * Softly telling you that he's so proud of calling you his Omega while tracing words of love on the skin of your back * His pheromones chasing away your dark thoughts and soothing your own distressed, rotten scent, slowly returning it to it's own roasted marshmellow smell * Not letting you go as the two of you shower together, washing your hair and massaging your scalp * Worshipping your body with acts of intimate love while mumbling words of praise * "Beautiful", "love your pure heart", "your scent is like air to me", "better than the world deserves", "my passionate Omega", "Keeper of my heart" * He will die before ever making you feel like you're anything less than the Godess he saw you as * Tonight was all about making his Omega feel wanted * Tomorrow however... * You stayed home (Bakugou's advice) to recover from your break down yesterday, while Bakugou went out on a little errand * Last thing you expected was for the doorbell to ring, smelling your Alpha on the other side of the door * And another scent, one that's downright terrified * As you opend the door, you found your ex-friend kneeling on your doorstep with a lookin of utter fear in their eyes * "What? Katsuki, what is (Y/F/N) doing here?" * He smirked as he looked down at your friend. "I believe you have something to tell her, don'tcha?" * Through all the sobbing and snot on their face you were able to make out the words 'sorry', 'you're not worthless', 'Omega's are my equal', 'I was a scumbag', 'save me from Satan', 'I beg for forgiveness' * You... didn't really know what to say besides telling them that what they did to you really hurt your feelings and your friendship is over * As they started to beg even more, Bakugou grabbed them by their scruff and told them to 'Fuck off, before he'll tear off their head for making HIS Omega cry' * Slamming the door close, Bakugou picked you up to start walking to your bedroom * His scent rolling over you like a warm blanket as you softly purr: "Thank you, Alpha. For making me feel safe again." * A feeling of pride swelling up in your mate for protecting and standing up for his Omega * He'll carry the world like Atlas for you if you asked him * He grins. "Anything for you, my mate. You think they got the message?" * "I think you personally put the fear of God himself in their heart." * "Good. That should fucking teach them not to come near my Omega ever again." * He may be the explosive Pro Hero and Alpha Dynamight, but he's left defenseless when it comes to you, his Omega and he'll do everything within his power to make you feel loved every single day of your shared life

Tagged: @candyflosstoxicity / @thots4daze / @sailor-manga / @dynamightslittlehotpocket / @yanderart 

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Period Pains!

( Requested by Anonymous:  Could you do a Nuada x Reader where she’s on her period and is just sore and emotional and is having cravings? It’s that time of the month for me and reading about my favourite character being comforting always makes it better. Thanks x)

(A/N): Oh anon, sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner and that you had to go through that without and good story to make you feel better. I hope you still like this and will make you feel better even without the... “Girl flu”..

Warnings: Major Fluffs all the way.

Female Elves are different from females humans, most of those different are physical differences like hair, eyes, and skin but most importantly the anatomy, Because unlike the human body, female Elves don’t have the “Red Curse” as his (Y/n) would call it. From what he had learned if a month past without her getting pregnant her body will start to release everything it prepared for the Child-to-be. The prince was confused, but still proud, because the “Red curse” is a sign that his beloved is a healthy fertile woman. However, he was not prepared on what price Female humans have to pay for it.

Nuada woke up before sun rise and the alarm as usual. he looked at the time, then to the sleeping human beside him, making him smile at that sight. His (Y/n) looked so peaceful when she slept and as much as he wanted to just stare at her till she woke up, he had to go and start training. Using his skills Nuada managed to sneak out of the bed without alerting (Y/n), all he had to do now was remove the cover from him and leave the bed. However, the moment Nuada lifted the sheets his eyes slightly widened when he saw the small amount of blood tainting her clothes, He turned back to look at the calendar and it was confirmed. Today is supposed to be the first day of the red curse. Acting quickly Nuada went to their shared closet and brought her new pair of under wear and warm clothes for her to wear. He went to the bathroom and started a warm shower, because her body should not handle the cold. He went back to her side and started waking her gently.

“My love, I need you to wake up.“ (Y/n) just groaned at him and tried to bring the blanket over her head but he stopped her. “Your curse has started.“

When he said that (Y/n) seemed a bit more alarmed but still very tired and forced herself to set up properly, but Nuada only lifted her up and brought her closer to him for her to set on his lap. She pressed herself to him seeking his warmth her eyes still closed, he could till that she was trying hard to fight sleep.

“I will you go back to sleep once you get yourself taken care of.“ He assured before standing up with her on his arms as they made their way to the bathroom.

“Did I bleed on the sheets?“ (Y/n) mumbled tiredly.

“No, you didn’t. Get yourself put together and then you can go back to bed.“ Nuada answered before he gently got her to stand on her own.

Nuada left the bathroom to give (Y/n) her privacy. while she was doing her human hygiene Nuada went to prepare a hot water bag and leave it on her side of the bed. when he heard the water stop Nuada was ready to receive her. he saw that even though her eyes were open she was still tired and wanted to sleep. He guided her to the bed and smiled when he heard the pleased sigh his beloved let out as the welcoming heat received. Giving her a last kiss on the head Nuada changed his clothes and went to his training, making mental note to talk to her supervisor and excuse her from work for the next week, he need to bring snacks, candy and especially chocolate for her, he also needed to always stay calm and remember that his (Y/n)’s hormones are out of control and that she was going through a lot of pain, so any harsh thing or nonsense she would say in the future was never meant and that she simply can’t help it.

The Elven prince wasn’t as prepared when he dealt with the red curse for the first time. it was a lot of chaos and he almost wanted to walk away for not understanding it better.

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He decided to finished training a bit early, so he can have time to bring (Y/n) food, because snakes alone isn’t healthy. He thought she was still sleeping peacefully, he didn’t expect to walk in the room and see (Y/n) crying as she stared at her Laptop screen. When she saw him more tears ran down her checks.

“N..Nuada..“ She said between sobs.

Putting her food to the side Nuada hurried to wrap his arm around the crying girl to comfort her, she pressed her face against his stomach and started crying. Taking the chance Nuada glance to her Laptop screen and rolled his eyes at what he saw. (Y/n) was watching one of those sad romantic human movies again, he never understood why does she purposely make herself feel bad to the level of crying if she hates the feeling so much. He now understand what male humans call their females a mystery. But still he did not point it out to her and allow her let out all her emotions. She finally looked up to him her eyes slightly puffy, her arms still not letting go of him as she rested her chin on his stomach.

“You won’t forget about me would you?“ She asked.

“Not this again.“ He couldn’t help but think with a smile, because despite her ridiculous question Nuada couldn’t help but think of how cute she was.

“No, I will not.“ He answered as he kissed her forehead.

“Then what if I forgot about you?!“ (Y/n) said as more tears threatened to escape her eyes.

Nuada pulled away from her enough for him to kneel down to be in her eye level. He cupped her face and looked into her eyes to show his sincerity on what he is about to say next.

“My dear, if You forget about me, then I shall do everything in my power to make you remember me again, and if you didn’t then I will make you fall for me again“ He assured. “And you shouldn’t be afraid if I was the one to lose his memories, because i know deep down that I will fall for you all over again.“

He then kissed her forehead, which (Y/n) learned from years together that this was his way of showing how much he adores her. He hopes that this little speech of his would stop her from crying but he was wrong as (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him and cried even more. Nuada could only sigh as he continued to rub her back in a soothing manner. After she had calmed down Nuada said the magic words that would lifted up his beloved mood. 

“Would you like chocolate?“ He asked calmly. and just as expected (Y/n) tensed in his arms before she slight pulled away to look at him shyly.

“You brought me chocolate?“ She asked timidly with a sniffle. Nuada had to hold back his laughter so his darling won’t mistake it for mockery. He pulled away from her to go bring the bag filled with sweets for her.

“Although I disagree with having chocolate before a proper meal, I will allow you this time.“ He said before giving her a bar of chocolate. “I assumed this is you favorite kind?“

Her answer came in her ignoring him and focusing on tearing off the plastic and devouring the treat, she let out a delighted moan that always seemed to make Nuada worked up... He could pin her right now and teach her a lesson on not to let out that kind of noise without him around, he had told (Y/n) that he doesn’t care or mind the blood, but she was still against it. Nuada shock his head from such thoughts and focused on giving his lady the special treatment she deserves... so she can repay him a week later. he thought a mischievous grin.

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It was night time, Nuada was preparing to join (Y/n), who was groaning in pain as she pulled her body in a fetal position. this sight pained him greatly because there is not much he can do. He brought her warm drinks, refilled the water bag with hot water, made sure she was wearing warm yet comfortable clothes, and is surrounded by soft pillows. It took some of his space but he didn’t care, he just focused on trying to ease her pain. 

“I guess from the groans that the pain killers didn’t work.“ He asked as joined her. She just shock a little under the blanket, which was a ‘No’.

Nuada thought for a moment before an idea came to him. 

“My dear, would you let me try something that might help you?“ He asked as he peaked under the blanket and found her staring back.

“What thing?“ she asked.

Nuada had (Y/n) laying on her side, she was still hugging the hot water bag in the front, and her back was facing Nuada and bare. The prince made sure that his hands were warm before he touched her. Next thing (Y/n) was letting out series of pleased sighs as he continued to massages her back focusing on the end of her back where most of the pain was. 

“How does it feel?“ He asked after what felt like half an hour.

“...Hmmm... Good...“ She said in a low sigh. “…So ..good...“

He chuckled before continuing to massage her back to do his best and ease the pain so she can fall a sleep. When (Y/N) felt that it was enough she rolled around so she can bury her face in his chest. Nuada just smiled, and he wrapped his arm around her to bring her close.

“Thank you, Nuada.“ Said (Y/n). “I can’t believe how did i go through this every month without you around.“

“You flatter me.“ He replied before closing his eyes to sleep. “But you know, I might have a solution to your “Red Curse”.“

“Oh really, and what is that?“ (Y/n) asked not opening her eyes.

“It’s a solution that only lasts 9 months though.“

When he said those words he felts a punch on his rib that didn’t hurt but made him laugh. (Y/n) lifted her head enough to look at him with one eye open.

“Don’t try your luck, princey.“ She replied with a low growl.

“No, promises.“ he said earning another punch to the rib, which made him laugh again.

Human females were not like Elves female at all, you didn’t have to worry about the Red curse, or hurting their feeling with the simplest words that were not meant as harmful, or keep them supplied with candy and junk food. But Nuada doesn’t care for he is ready to deal with anything to please his (Y/n).

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one, as I said before requests are still closed, and for those who are waiting, your request will come so don’t worry. ��

[yourdeepestfathoms]

song of storms

Texas decided to flash flood, so my school went into its severe weather drill yesterday. we sat in the hallways in darkness while some kid played his guitar and sang for us. it got me inspired, so here’s some hurt/comfort!

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In Romania, it sure did rain.

A storm so powerful it seemed to have some kind of vendetta against Castle Dimitrescu had blown in around the early afternoon, and by the time dinner was almost ready to be served, the brisk rainfall had warped into a mini hurricane. Raindrops fell like silver bullets and thunder cracked repeatedly, lightning tearing through the sky with white fangs, splitting the horizon in two. Water splattered across the windows like sprays of blood, and Alcina went around making sure they were all secure against the howling wind, seeing as the maids were too useless to do so.

While checking the glass and locks in the western wing, a massive boom shook the entire castle, making even Alcina feel small in comparison. Pulling the drapes shut firmly, there was a second crash of thunder, but this time, she heard something inside of it.

A whimper.

Alcina turned. The room closest to her was the library. It had to have come from in there.

Creeping inside, Alcina first checked the windows, making sure there were no leaks, then looked for the culprit of the cry. It wasn’t very hard when the sky roared like a vicious beast and caused its victim to sob from behind a bookshelf. Peeking around the polished wood, she found the sufferer.

It was her eldest daughter, curled into the fetal position, her knees to her chest, hands clamped over her ears, shaking all over. She flinched when a burst of thunder seemed to shake the entire castle, threatening to bring the ceiling down on top of them, and then let out a choked whimper, digging her claws into her scalp in a vain effort to block out the noise.

“Bela?”

Bela’s head snapped up, and Alcina watched as shame crept into her expression.

“M-Mother--” she stammered. “I-- I--”

Alcina walked over and crouched down next to her. She set a hand on Bela’s shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath her touch. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mother,” Bela said, despite her obvious panic attack. “Of course.”

Alcina narrowed her eyes. “Bela, what have I told you about lying to be about your health?”

Bela lowered her head. “I shouldn’t do it…”

“Right. Now, I will ask you again: are you alright?”

Bela shifted, sniffling. “I’m-- I’m just a little freaked out, that’s all. But-- but I’m okay. It isn’t that bad.”

And then, like it was trying to be helpful, thunder crashed, and Bela jolted right into Alcina’s arms with a yelp, practically vibrating with fear. She clung to Alcina’s gown with her claws, her eyes wide and bulging.

“Isn’t that bad, huh?” Alcina said.

“It-- it just startled me!” Bela blustered. She was adamant about saving face, it seemed.

“Uh-huh,” Alcina set a hand on her back, rubbing up and down her spine slowly. “Bela, I thought you said you weren’t scared of storms anymore? Were you lying just to look strong for your younger sisters?” She squinted. “Or did they shame you again? I’ve told those girls that all fears are valid, no matter how irrational--”

“N-no!” Bela cried, clenching fabric between desperate claws. “No! Don’t get mad at them, please! It-- it wasn’t them!”

Alcina looked at her curiously, one eyebrow raised.

Bela lowered her head. “I-- I’m not afraid of storms. Rainstorms, I mean. But the thunder…” She cast a dismayed look at the nearby window and jumped when lightning torched the sky. She huddled closer. “It’s just so loud. And dangerous! What if-- what if there’s a tornado?!”

Alcina bit back a laugh. Her eldest child had the wildest imagination.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “Romania doesn’t get tornadoes.”

“It has before!” Bela said, steadfast on her opinion. “And FLOODS! Oh, Mother, what if it floods? What if the castle floods?! Where will we live?! What if-- what if--”

Sensing Bela’s growing panic, Alcina cupped her cheeks and made her look at her. “Breathe, darling. Breathe. You’re starting to spiral.”

“But-- but--”

“Breathe. Here, follow me,” she then inhaled deeply. “Come on, my love. Just like me. In…” She demonstrated again.

Bela shakily inhaled.

“And out…” She exemplified.

Bela shakily exhaled.

They repeated this process three more times before Bela was calmer, though she wouldn’t stop glancing out the window. The rain had gotten so bad that the trees outside weren’t even visible through the pelting sheets of rain. The lightning, however, still made itself known, slashing right through the water walls like the talons of a monster.

“It’s so bad out there,” Bela murmured, her eyes becoming distant as she started wrapping herself up in her own fear again.

“Ah, ah,” Alcina redirected her gaze over to her. “Don’t look at that, darling. Look at me.”

Bela swallowed thickly and obeyed. Her claws dug into Alcina’s arms. “Mother,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m-- I’m scared.”

Alcina frowned, though she was proud of Bela for openly admitting such a thing. She pulled her in close.

“It’s alright, my darling,” Alcina murmured. “It’s alright. Nothing is going to get you. It’s just a noise.”

“I-I know, but--”

Thunder cracked, and Bela buried her face against Alcina’s chest. Her shaking worsened.

“I hate it, I hate it,” Bela wept.

Alcina moved her hands over Bela’s ears, holding them firmly, hoping to block out the sound for her precious daughter. How could she forget that Bela didn’t like loud noises? Of course this would be like hell for her.

“Shh, shh,” Alcina rocked Bela back and forth in her lap. A faint rumble rippled through the house and she glared at the window, cursing the storm for causing her baby so much distress. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay…”

She spent five more minutes on the floor before Bela finally pulled her head back. She didn’t look any less terrified, nor had the storm lessened its brutality, but there was a new light in her eyes. Alcina already knew what she was doing.

“Bela, don’t--”

“I’m sorry, Mother,” Bela said anyway, dipping her head for a moment. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t even pretend, child,” Alcina scolded. “You’re still as white as a ghost. And these shivers… You’re shaking like a newborn goat!”

Bela shook her head. “I’ll be fine. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”

Alcina wrinkled her nose, then sighed. “Alright then. Shall we both go down to the parlor, then? I should check on your sisters.”

Guilt flitted through Bela’s eyes. “Yes. Of course. We must make sure that they aren’t scared.”

That got a small chuckle out of Alcina. “Sure.”

They both stood up, with Alcina helping Bela on her unsteady legs. While walking down the hallway to get to the main parlor, both mother and daughter couldn’t help but gaze out the windows.

The sky was the color of the ocean- dark, wild, and swallowing everything in its wake. The only thing that could possibly rival its impenetrable wall of thick black-blue were the constant cracks of blazing lightning that split the roiling clouds like a hot knife. The storm would be cut in half at the flash of its searing glory, then sewed itself back together like a monstrous, watery wound. The wind was so fierce that it seemed to be sent by an enraged being to punish the castle for some unruly sin. Water rushed down the pathways that Alcina could just barely make out in the garden like baby rivers, threatening to drag anything and anyone in its way down the dirt with it. Raindrops battered the glass and walls and doors, knocking so viciously like an unwanted guest.

An unwanted guest. That was what this damn storm was. And Alcina was at her wit’s end with this elemental stranger.

Especially when one particular crash of thunder knocked the power right out.

Now, a good portion of Castle Dimitrescu used natural lighting to ward away the darkness, sunlight and torches and whatnot, but there were also light fixtures and lamps, which were cut into complete blackness by the outage.

Shadows swept around the corridor like curtains, chased off only by a few flickering torches. At Alcina’s side, there was a sharp cry of terror that pulled at her heart with talons, and she turned to see Bela pressed against the wall, trembling and breathing heavily, her eyes practically bulging right out of her skull.

“Oh, honey,” Alcina said sadly. She reached out, tenderly cupping her daughter’s cheeks. Bela was aware enough to press into her touch like she usually did, which was good. She was too far gone in her panic just yet. “Shh, shh… It’s okay.”

“Th-the lights--” Bela gasped. Her hands were pressed flat against the wall behind her, claws dug against the plaster. She wouldn’t look at Alcina, instead peering around her figure to the storm outside. “It’s-- it’s--”

“Breathe, Bela,” Alcina instructed, seeing her spiral again. It was worrying just how quickly it could happen, coming out of nowhere and consuming her like a colony of angry fire ants. “Breathe. In and out. Just like I taught you.”

“M-Mother--”

“Shh, shh,” Alcina stroked Bela’s cheeks with her thumbs. She moved closer, trying to block out the view of the windows with her form. “Don’t look at that. Look at me. I’m right here and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Bela whimpered and looked up at her. Hot tears slid against Alcina’s fingers and she brushed them away. She smiled when she heard the shallow sound of her daughter’s rhythmic breathing.

“Good girl,” Alcina cooed. “Good, good girl. Just like that.”

Bela closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Alcina’s smile grew a little wider.

“You’re doing so well,” Alcina praised her, knowing it would help her work harder to calm down. Bela was always the easiest to manage out of all of her children, as all it took was a few words of approval for her to do just about anything she wanted. “Such a good job, even when you’re--”

“I’m not--”

“I know, baby,” Alcina said, humoring her. She moved one hand to stroke Bela’s hair. “You’re not scared. Of course you aren’t. I was going to say when you’re in the middle of a blackout.”

Bela opened one eye to stare at her incredulously. Alcina grinned at her. Bela huffed, closed her eye, and then nuzzled into her hand with a faint purr.

They stayed like that for a little longer before Bela finally extracted herself from the wall. The color had yet to return to her face, nor had she stopped shaking, but at least her breathing was back under control.

“Ready?” Alcina asked.

Bela nodded quietly.

With one hand on her daughter’s back, Alcina continued down the hallway with Bela.

Upon entering her favorite parlor, Alcina found her other two daughters already inside. Cassandra was stretched out in front of the fireplace like a lounging cat, her head pillowed by her arms and a look of bliss on her face, while Daniela was bouncing by the window, watching the storm eagerly. The youngest had always been fascinated by the sheer destruction of weather.

“Thirty-four!” Daniela shouted when lightning flashed across the sky.

“That’s great, Dani,” Cassandra said dreamily without lifting her head or even opening her eyes.

“What are you two doing?” Alcina asked in amusement while ducking inside.

“Counting lightning bolts,” Daniela answered.

“Relaxing,” Cassandra said a moment later. “Isn’t this weather amazing?”

Bela winced.

“It certainly is something,” Alcina said, glancing out the window. She gave Bela’s back a gentle rub before walking over to her chair and sitting down. Daniela instantly skittered over to her and pressed her head right into the space between her neck and shoulder with a bright smile. Alcina chuckled, stroking her cheek, earning her blissful purrs.

“Where were you, Bel?” Cassandra asked, rolling over to look at Bela, but not quite getting up. She seemed much too relaxed.

“I-I, umm--”

“She was helping me close the windows,” Alcina answered for her eldest. “After I had to berate her for reading in the dark again.” She gave Bela a playful glare, making Bela smile faintly.

“Ooooh,” Daniela giggled. “You got in troubleeeee!”

Bela rolled her eyes. She finally moved from her rigid position by the door to sit on the floor next to Alcina’s chair. Alcina reached down to set a comforting hand on her head.

It was then that thunder ripped through the castle, causing all of the walls to shudder, and each of Alcina’s girls jolted. Daniela and Cassandra’s heads popped up, while Bela sank her claws in the cracks between the floorboards, trying to keep her breathing under control.

“Goddamn,” Cassandra muttered, sitting up straight. She stretched out the sore spots in her back. “We’re going to drown at this rate.”

Bela’s shoulders lurched. Alcina gave Cassandra a stern glare.

“Oooh, you know what we should do?” Daniela said. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Beli should sing to us!”

“What?” Bela snapped her head to her younger sister faster than the lightning could strike outside.

“Ohh, yeah,” Cassandra nodded.

“What are you talking about?”

Daniela gave her a look. “Don’t be dumb! We all know you like to sing!”

“No, I don’t,” Bela stammered, the tips of her ears turning red.

“Yes, you do,” Cassandra said. “We hear you sing when you fill up the bathtub.”

“You can hear me?!” Bela shrieked.

“Yeah!” Daniela said. “When you hit that vibrato last night… Incredible! Amazing! Showstopping!”

“You did sound very nice,” Alcina nodded.

“MOTHER!!”

Bela buried her face in her hands, which had gone completely red with embarrassment. Alcina chuckled and scratched her scalp.

“You have a wonderful voice, darling,” Alcina said.

“Yeah!” Daniela agreed. “Much better than Cassie. She sounds like a crow with a chicken bone stuck in its throat!”

“At least I don’t belt at the same octave as the torture victims,” Cassandra struck back, and she and Daniela both burst into laughter.

“Now, now, girls,” Alcina said.

“Oh, come on, Mother,” Cassandra said. “Daniela knows I’m just kidding. The victims sound better than she does, and they’re not even trying to sing!”

Daniela shrieked with more laughter. She didn’t seem offended at all. “Oh, I sound bad? You know the noises a donkey makes?”

Cassandra slapped the ground while snorting into her hand.

Alcina rolled her eyes in a good-natured way, then smiled down at Bela. “You would be a step above whatever they can do. But only if you want to.”

Bela looked up at her, her amber-gold eyes glinting in the firelight, then nodded. After a moment of silently encouraging herself, she took a deep breath and began to sing.

It was a beautiful melody in the howling of the storm.

[untaemedqueen]

Little Prince or Princess

Jung Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

WordCount: 7.7k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Impregnation Kink, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Eating, Somnophilia, Degradation (Cum Slut)

Hoseok enters the practice room early in the morning, he was always so good at learning the dances but this dance was especially difficult. He flicks the lights on with a yawn as he takes off his beanie. There were pieces of garbage scattered across the ground and on the seats.

"Mina!" Hoseok hears as a little girl runs into the room. Hoseok raises an eyebrow as the little girl waves at him. 

"Hi!" Hoseok says with a confused smile, you run into the room before bending down to pick up your daughter. 

"Sorry." You murmur sheepishly as you pick up your four year old. Hoseok takes in your worn out sweatpants and your two times to big sweatshirt with the tilt of his head. 

"What're you doing in here?" He asks referring to you and your daughter in the Big Hit building.

"Uhhh." You bite your lip nervously, "Sejin, do you know Sejin? He told me to stay here because we had no where to go. So I clean up in the night time." Hoseok sucks a breath in between his teeth. 

"Yeah. I know Sejin, he's my manager. Alright, then. I'm Hoseok." "Y/N. Mina. Just pretend we aren't here." He looks at Mina, how naive she looked, such a sweet looking little girl.

That was two years ago, "Baby!" Hoseok calls to you as he steps out of the bedroom, his hands scratching roughly at his bare chest as he yawn throwing his head back. You hum to him as you pack up Mina's lunch. 

"What's my girl doing?" Hoseok asks rhetorically as he kisses your temple. His feet padding against the heated floor as he opens the fridge. 

"Mina's lunch." You say putting the kimbap you made into her lunch box. 

"And where is my princess?" Hoseok asks looking around, as he cracks open his water. 

"She's sleeping still. I haven't had time to do it yet." Hoseok notices the way you press at your back with a tender touch, you had bags under your eyes and your skin looks dull. 

"I'll get her. Take it easy baby." Hoseok mutters, rubbing your lower back before walking towards Mina's room. You moved in a year and a half ago. Hoseok had kept it a secret that you lived in the Big Hit building for a while, to not embarrass you. And, to your surprise Hoseok always showed up hours earlier than he needed to be at the studio to help you clean and to play with Mina. He had really fallen for you, so when you had moved in everything felt like it was falling into place. But, as of late Hoseok has found something missing, something he couldn't put his finger on.

Hoseok opens Mina's door gingerly. Who he considers to be his daughter is laid up in her twin bed, her face pressed into the pillow as she sleeps on her stomach. Hoseok snorts shaking his head as he walks toward Mina. With the bend of his knees he is shaking her gently. "

Princess, it's time for school." Mina groans turning her head away from him. 

"Princess." Hoseok calls again gently. 

"No Daddy. No!" Mina whines loudly moving into a fetal position.  Hoseok smiles putting his elbow on the bed and his hand under his chin. 

"If you get up like a good princess you can come to practice with Daddy later and see your Uncles." Mina blinks her eyes before turning towards Hoseok with a smile. 

"I'm up." Hoseok chuckles as Mina hops out of bed. 

"Let's brush those teeth and get your uniform on." Mina nods yawning and wiping at her eyes. Hoseok pulls her uniform off of the back of the bedroom door before looking at the room. Mina had picked out the room decorations herself and Hoseok was surprised that he liked them as much as he did. His six year old had great taste as he looks around the artistic room. It was basically just a bunch of rainbow paint splatters with the Disney castle in the background but to Hoseok it was pretty. It represented Mina well. She was indeed Hoseok's princess, he had love for her as if she was his own child. He felt so blessed to have her and Y/N come into his life. Hoseok lays the uniform on Mina's bed before heading back out to the kitchen.

Hoseok smiles as you scoop rice out of the rice cooker. 

"Mina's going to come to the company later after school. Just stay home and relax, you look so tired." Hoseok announces as he slinks his arms around you. You were so happy he was home from tour, you don't know how you survived before him. 

"Alright. Thanks." Hoseok kisses your cheek sloppily making you laugh, 

"Anything for my Queen." He slaps your butt before grabbing the bowls of rice and putting them on the table. 

"Where's my princess?" Hoseok calls loudly as you plate up the fried eggs. You smirk at his words as he grabs kimchi out of the fridge. 

"Coming!" Hoseok smiles to himself as he closes the fridge door, leaning on it as he surveys his apartment. Mina's toys neatly piled up in the living room, the way you cook breakfast as a family, Hoseok couldn't be happier and still there was something missing. Hoseok blinks before tilting his head. 

"Is something missing?" He asks quietly making you turn towards him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Missing? Like materials missing?" Hoseok shakes his head before puffing out his cheeks. 

"No, I just... I can't explain it. Nevermind." He sets the kimchi in front of Mina's plate. 

"Yah! Jung Mina!" It wasn't long ago she adopted his name and you secretly got married in the court office. Silence creeps through the house as Hoseok peaks down the hallway. His feet pattering quietly before peaking into the room. Hoseok laughs loudly as you set down the rice on the table. You begin to laugh due to his infectious laughter. Mina lays in bed, half her shirt on, her school tie on her forehead as she sleeps with her mouth wide open. 

"Princess!" Hoseok bursts out dying of laughter falling to the floor putting his hand over his mouth.

"Jung Mina!" Hoseok calls as he sits next to Yoongi as she jumps around to their new album. She turns to him, her hands on her knees as she giggles. Hoseok leans back against the wall with a smirk as he folds his arms. 

"I'm gunna get you!" Jimin yells making Mina squeal loudly as they run around the practice room. Jimin stepping behind her gingerly as she runs around 'chasing' her. 

"I'm proud of you." Yoongi says randomly as Sejin shuts off the comeback music. Hoseok turns his head towards Yoongi with a lazy smile. 

"Thanks, hyung." Jimin picks Mina up tossing her into the air making her scream with laughter. Hoseok chuckles as Jungkook walks over taking a seat on the floor next to his hyungs. 

“Hoseok hyung, when are you and Y/N going to have a baby of your own?” Hoseok tilts his head to Jungkook’s question. 

“We haven’t really talked about it.” Hoseok’s mind begins to drift, imagining you with his baby in your belly. He smirks closing his eyes, small dimples near the corners of his lips gracing his face as his cheeks bounce upwards. How beautiful you would look with his baby inside you, his thoughts remembering how gorgeous you looked in pictures you’ve showed him of when you were pregnant with your Mina. He gives a sigh of happiness as he pictures you combing your hair in front of your standing mirror your eye trained on you growing belly. Or even when you both lay in bed, how he could rest his cheek on your belly reading a story to his unborn baby. Hoseok groans loudly as Jimin throws Mina on to his lap, his eyes shooting open as he wraps his arms around her. 

“Hi Daddy!” Mina squeals happily hugging his neck. 

“Hi, princess.” Yoongi chuckles before looking back down at his lyric book. 

“I would like one.” Hoseok says to Jungkook and Jungkook begins to tickle Mina, her body thrashing around on Hoseok’s lap as she laughs loudly. 

“Mina! Come play with me!” Taehyung yells from across the room opening up his arms. Mina gasps happily before shoving herself off Hoseok making him wince as she steps on his foot. 

“Don’t run! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Hoseok calls out to her as she runs at Taehyung. She looks back at Hoseok before slowing her steps to a walk. 

“I mean, she is my daughter too. Y’know?” Hoseok lowers his voice hoping Mina doesn’t hear him, she hasn’t really put two and two together to know he isn’t her real dad and if she has, she never voices it. Which would be shocking because children are just basically drunk adults that say whatever they’re thinking and just trip and hurt themselves a lot, also they cry a lot like a lot of drunk people. 

“You and Y/N’s baby would be so cute though! Not..saying that Mina isn’t cute. She is. But-” 

“Stop talking or you’ll find yourself in trouble with her dad.” Yoongi says with a laugh to Jungkook. Hoseok chuckles before putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“I understand your heart. We should really talk about it, Y/N and I. I would like us to have a baby together.” Jungkook thrusts his fist up in the air. 

“See, that’s all I’m trying to get at.” Hoseok looks on as Jin and Taehyung dance with Mina in a goofy manner. Their limbs jutting out as they shake themselves to the rhythm of the song. Hoseok sits up putting his elbows to his knees as his fingers knit together under his chin. He stares at the floor thinking about you pregnant. Maybe that’s what is missing. His own baby with you. The practice room door flies open as you step inside, your face all smiles as you hold bags in your hands. 

“MOMMY!” Mina screams happily. 

“Hi my Mina bear!” You call sweetly as Jimin helps you with the bags, Hoseok stands up surprised. 

“Yah. I thought I told you to stay home and rest!” He chides walking over to you, you shrug with a smile as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently. 

“I brought dinner, I thought you would be working hard. But, I see that’s not the case.” You say eyeing as Jin and Mina dance together. Hoseok chuckles petting your head. 

“You didn’t have to, thank you baby.” 

“Y/N noona, is the best!” Jungkook cheers rifling through the bags of food. 

“Excuse me! What do you mean I’m not working hard! Look at this! I’m sweating! Dancing is an art! AN ART, Y/N. And, I am helping Mina become used to being an ARTIST.” Seokjin yells thrusting his pointed finger at Hoseok’s secret wife. You laugh before nodding. 

“Okay, oppa. Okay.” You pat his arm as you walk past him towards the table helping take out the boxes of food you’re been cooking all day for the members and Hoseok. 

“Mommy! I want soondubu jjigae.” Mina whines sitting on a chair at the table, her little legs swinging back and forth making Jimin and Taehyung squeal at the cuteness. 

“You do?! Well I must be the best mom ever then. Because guess what you get to eat?” Mina claps happily as you set down the bowl of stew in front of your daughter before taking off the lid. Hoseok kisses your cheek before grabbing two chairs for you and him. 

“Sit. Relax.” He says to you as he grabs the box of stir fried chicken. He watches as you talk to Mina, his eyes glancing over your whole body. He was a very lucky man, God really smiled down on him the day he met you.

You lay in bed as Hoseok practices a few dance moves in your mirror before tilting his head. 

“I don’t know, it looks weird. I’ll have to talk to hyung tomorrow about it.” He jumps onto the bed with a loud groan, you look up from your phone with a smile as he puts his cheek on your breast. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.” Hoseok looks up at you, his eyes alight with happiness, you lock your phone giving him your full attention as he sits up straight. 

“Can we have a baby of our own?” You look down at him surprised. You hadn’t really thought about it, everything has been so perfect that you didn’t think of things like this all too often. he’s made your life so amazing and meaningful that you would do anything for him. 

“Yeah, of course we can. I didn’t know you thought of things like this.” You whisper as Hoseok drags his fingers over the skin of your thighs absentmindedly. 

“I haven’t thought of it too much but recently it’s like something is missing you know? And today Kook brought up a kid of our own and I love Mina, I mean she’s my princess but a child of my OWN y’know? I want that, I want us to have a baby.” You sit up resting against the light grey wall. 

“I get that. I want us to have a baby, too.” Hoseok leans in and kisses you gently. 

“You should stop taking your birth control then, let’s get prepared for it.” The aura between you and Hoseok was always a natural thing, there was never any weirdness or ill words spread between you. You were each others rocks, both leaning against each other in case one would end up falling. The most intimate things talked about between you both were held with such confidentiality and were toned with such comfort. Hoseok rubs your flat stomach putting his head on your shoulder. 

“I want a boy. Will you do that for me, Y/N? Will you give me a boy?” Your lips sputtering into a giggle as you lean your head on top of his, “I can try.” 

The sound of Hoseok’s return chuckle making you smile, “Whatever we have, I’ll love.”

The morning spring air rises over Seoul in a gracious sweep as Hoseok steps out of the rental car coming from the airport. It was always nice to be back home, especially when he was away from his wife and daughter for two months. The rest of the boys piling out behind him as he gives a large stretch of his arms. 

“See ya! Yuna made me breakfast!” Taehyung calls with a smile as he diverges off to his own apartment. 

“Come on, hyung. Singletons like us should eat together, no?” Jungkook says to a sleepy Jimin as he swings his arm over his shoulder. 

“Give Mina a kiss for me.” Yoongi says to Hoseok as he pulls his hoodie over his head, heading in the direction of Taehyung’s apartment building. Hoseok had been thinking of different ways to bring up making the baby, of course the obvious way would be to just initiate sex but he wanted something romantic. He wanted Y/N to feel as if she was being transported to cloud 9. 

“I’ll see you and Mina later?” Jin calls to Hoseok pointing at him as his feet carry him to the adjacent apartment building to his left. Hoseok gives him a thumbs up ripping him out of his thoughts. The plans for tonight were a weekend getaway, just Hoseok and Y/N. It was blatantly obvious how they needed a vacation, especially Y/N with how hard she works to take care of Mina while Hoseok is pretty much always busy. He finds time for his family but tonight, just him and his secret wife would be going on a weekend getaway. 

Hoseok grabs a bag throwing in some of your clothes as he peaks quickly at the shut bedroom door, you never shut doors in this house and if you were to see it Hoseok knows you would get suspicious but he was counting on you getting Mina ready for school. Hoseok grabs a bra of yours and a few random pairs of panties before stuffing them into the bag. His eyes constantly shifting nervously to the door. He could hear you talking to your daughter out at the breakfast table, your melodic voice creeping through the walls to grace his ears. 

“Shirts, pants.” Hoseok mumbles quietly to himself before he hears your footsteps. 

“Babe?” You ask confused knocking on the door. Hoseok lets out a sigh as he slings the bag on to the bed as the door opens. 

“Yes?” He asks quietly trying to look normal, your head peaks in and you look around the room before spotting the bag on the bed. You nod to it, an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s that?” Hoseok pouts before sitting on the bed. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Hoseok sighs loudly before throwing himself back on the bed, his bottom lip puffing out as he pushes out his cheeks in sorrow. You laugh entering the room and shutting the door behind you. 

“A surprise?” You sit on his lap and his hands on instinct rise up to hold you steady not to fall. He looks up at you before letting out a cute whine. 

“I was trying to do it quickly but you are too good at knowing when someone’s trying to be sneaky.” He sits up rocking you back and forth as you pull his face mask off his ears with a chuckle. 

“That’s called mom instinct.” Hoseok snorts hooking his chin into your shoulder. 

“When we have a baby will I get dad instinct?” You purse your lips before nodding. 

“Probably. So, what’s the surprise?” Hoseok closes his eyes, he didn’t want to tell you but if you didn’t know you probably wouldn’t go with him. 

“I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.” He whispers leaning his forehead onto the shell of your ear. You gasp happily before turning towards him. 

“Really?! It’s been so long since we’ve gone on a date.” He hums in agreement kissing your forehead. 

“Mina is going to stay with Jin and Eunbi this weekend, is that okay?” You tilt your head before looking towards the closed door. 

“This is the first time she’ll be without me.” You feel guilty leaving your daughter but sometimes you want just you and Hoseok time and that doesn’t count when she goes to bed and you lay with Hoseok in bed for two hours talking and then falling asleep. 

“You deserve some get away time, my wife works so hard to take care of our princess. No? Let’s just take this weekend to get away and relax.” And make a baby, although he wasn’t telling you that. He has been tracking your ovulation after your last period, even having an app on his phone letting him know when you would be fertile for his baby. It was hidden away in his schedule planning folder in case you went into his phone. “Alright, one weekend wouldn’t hurt.”

“Let’s go Mrs. Hoseok.” Hobi whispers putting on his black bucket hat and his sunglasses as he steps out of the company car. Sejin looks back from the drivers seat before giving you a wave. 

“Have fun!” You wave back at him as Hoseok grabs your carry on bag. It was a weekend trip to Japan, you had gone only once with him and it was troublesome. You couldn’t enjoy your stay when Mina got sick with the flu on that trip. Hoseok was out with the guys filming for most of it while you stayed holed up in the hotel room with Mina, getting sick yourself from taking care of her. But, this time you would get to experience Japan brightly. 

“What part of Japan are we going to?” You ask quietly as Hoseok pulls your wrist quickly as girls wait for whatever kpop group would be leaving Korea today. You look over Hoseok’s attire, it was incredibly plain. No special name brands to speak of as he ushers the both of you off to the side of the entrance. Hoseok clears his throat as you get inside, his feet padding over the floor quietly but with urgency. Him being so cautious was normal to you, especially since you both were a secret. Camera’s couldn’t be everywhere all the time but if one camera could capture him perfectly, you were both screwed and you wouldn’t want that for the man you loved so dearly. Screams echo behind him and Hoseok jumps out of fright. 

“Aish.” He whines putting his hand over his heart as his grey hoodie sags forward with his body. 

“Pick up the pace, babe.” He whispers lowly as you reach the check in desk. 

“Good morning.” Hoseok bows handing her both of your passports and tickets. 

“Very good, Mr. Jung we’ll take you back to VIP.” Hoseok was happy that the attendant was an older woman, gives less of a chance to know who he is, although she didn’t indicate anything by looking at his passport photo. She comes out from around the desk before escorting you to the VIP lounge. 

“Fuji, Japan.” Hoseok clarifies your earlier question, you squeal happily making him chuckle as you clutch onto his waist now that you both were out of sight walking through the VIP hallway of the airport. He ruffles your hair pulling down his face mask with a smile. “Anything for my Queen, hmm?”

Fuji, Japan was beautiful in the spring. Cherry blossom petals falling all around you as you sit on the deck of the cabin over looking the Fuji mountains. The sunset was incoming and it brought the most gorgeous pinkish hue to the landscape in front of you. All of the trees clustering together in uniformity brings a calming sigh to your lips as you stare off into the vast distance of Japan’s wondrous views. Hoseok leans against the door frame of the cabin’s balcony taking you into his sights as he holds a glass of wine in each hand. Your body shielded by your black night gown. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Hoseok announces to the open mountains as you turn to look at him with a smile, your elbow landing underneath your chin as he walks out shirtless. 

“Is this everything you wanted?” Hoseok asks handing you a glass of red wine, his arm snaking around your waist as you look over his six pack abs. 

“Everything.” Hoseok smiles widely, his eyes shutting in the process as he shows you his perfect teeth. 

“Good.” He was such a happy virus you could never feel down when he’s around. 

“This is gorgeous.” Hoseok says taking in the view, the wind blowing through the distant trees as the fireplace on the balcony begins to crackle as logs of wood catch fire. Hoseok leads you over to the two woven chairs in front of the fireplace. You sit down before throwing your feet over his lap as he takes a sip of his wine. Hoseok lets out a groan of happiness loudly before hearing it echo.

“Oh! My God!” He says in English before you two sputter off into laughter. Hoseok begins to rub your calf putting his wine glass down on the small square table in between your chairs. 

“It’s been two years but it feels like forever.” Hoseok says as he watches the flames engulf the wood, watching embers burning and rising before falling flat. You nod to his words before drinking the wine in hand. 

“So much has happened but it feels like it’s always been this way.” 

“Right?! Wah. We’re something else, huh?” You giggle at him before folding your arms. 

“I have a wife and a daughter now, that’s so crazy. And soon we’ll have our own baby.” You didn’t really talk about it after that night Hoseok had asked you for a baby of his own but you knew it would happen when you were ready. Hoseok’s fingers begin to massage at your skin, the warmth of his fingertips radiating into you. 

“Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I showed up to the company an hour or two later. How disappointing my life would be if I never got to meet you. God really knows how to smile on those when they’re going through a rough time.” 

“It’s true. I was in a really ugly place when I met you and look how happy our life is now.” Hoseok nods before picking up his glass, watching as the legs of his wine run thickly back into the glass. 

“Come on, let’s go inside, it’s getting chilly.” He says patting your calf as the breeze blows your hair around, chilling you thoroughly to the bone.

Hoseok was on you in seconds as soon as you step inside, the alcohol fueling the raging fire deep in his heart and in his loins as he wraps both arms around you. His lips kissing you fervently as he pushes you towards the bed, you whimper against him feeling the urgency of his steps. 

“Give me.” He says grabbing the wine glass out of your hand before discarding the glasses on to the side table of the room without a second glance. Your hands beginning to roam over his toned abs as the back of your knees meet the edge of the bed. You wobble for a second before pulling Hoseok down with you, your hand hooking around the back of his neck. 

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips as his fingers begin to lay with the hem of the night gown he loved to see you in. You mutter out an, “I love you.” As Hoseok begins to lift your night gown, his tongue peaking out and licking his lower lip as you gaze up at his flushed face, whether it was the alcohol or his arousal you wouldn’t know. It was a good kind of strange knowing you wouldn’t have to worry about your daughter waking up in the middle of your sex to ask for water or to tell you she has to use the restroom. Something which Hoseok alerts you of as well as he takes a sharp inhale of breath when he sees your already damp panties. 

“You can be as loud as you want tonight, baby.” Hoseok’s fingers begin to run circles around your inner thighs, his thin pajama pants beginning to rise to the occasion as you whimper out for him once more calling his name. 

“I love to hear my name fall from your lips.” Hoseok whispers before capturing your lips with his as he straddles you, one knee pressed down into the cabin room’s bed on either side of you. His hips grinding down on you making your head lull back as his lips trail down your neck. Hoseok’s tongue lavishing over the heated skin of your neck as he gives gentle sucks, his hands coming up to fondle your clothed breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His touch is needy but romantic all the same as begins to roughly shove up your night gown. His bottom lip now tucked in between his teeth as his pupils blow out with lust as you lay under him naked. Your breasts swaying as you lay back down as he throws the night gown across the room. 

“Oh Christ.” He whispers before his head dips down, his tongue flicking at your nipple before enveloping it into his mouth giving harsh suckles. Your moans ricocheting off the walls for Hobi as you try to press your thighs together. 

“Open.” He whispers above your breast smacking at your inner thighs before giving your nipple a playful nip. Your chest begins to rise and fall unevenly, like the wind has been sucked out of you leaving you lifeless. Hoseok’s fingers begin to rake over your panties, feeling your arousal through the thin fabric. 

“So horny for me. I love it.” His lips trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach before reaching the top of your underwear, his teeth capturing the band before pulling them lower. Hoseok never takes his eyes off you, loving how completely undone you become underneath him. 

“Look at how hard you make my cock.” He says pulling down his pajama pants, his cock springing back leaving a spot of pre-cum against his lower stomach as it makes a small thud against his body. 

“So fucking hard for me.” You whisper palming at his two-toned cock, the lighter half becoming red with anticipation. 

“Everything you do feels so good. Fuck.” He whispers before taking off your panties fully and discarding them elsewhere. 

“Let me see my pussy.” He shoves your legs open, prying at your knees before coming face to face with your swollen, needy cunt. He licks at his lips before pulling your body down towards him, although his frame was thin he was strong. His muscles defined in all the right places as hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

“How sweet do you taste?” His brown eyes staring up at your face as he gives a flat swipe with his tongue, licking up your spilling juice. You moan loudly as his lips encase your clit.

Hoseok pays attention to what you like, which is why whenever you’re in bed together you’re on cloud nine, giving you multiple orgasms. Hoseok wasn’t a show off while you were in bed, he says all the right things and gives you a good fucking and you could never be mad at it but tonight something was different. His urgency, the willingness to please you, he had something up his sleeve. His tongue licking quick circles around your clit as he shoves a finger inside you without warning. His own lips letting out a moan against you at how tight and sopping wet you were for him. His finger grazing over that one rough patch inside your pussy that had you weeping underneath him. You tasted so sweet, you must be fertile for him today. He wouldn’t stop tonight until you were pregnant with his child. He slips in another finger before pulling back from your clit, his mouth, chin and cheeks coated in your arousal. 

“You taste so fucking good baby.” You moan Hoseok’s name once more as he begins to finger you quicker, the veins in his arms bulging out as he watches from above with a cocky smirk. 

“You love when I finger fuck you, don’t you? How about when I do this?” Your eyes roll back as he gives constant taps and stokes against your g-spot. 

“Oh Fuck!” You cry out gripping at his shoulders, he hums in agreement before going down on you once more. His tongue doing the classic spelling of Hangul against you as he works you towards your orgasm. A deep ache working its way into the pit of your stomach as you pull at Hoseok’s black hair. His face looking divine as he scrunches his eyes up loving the way your body twitches at his actions. 

“Hobi!” You cry out, your body beginning to crest at the peak of your pleasure, Hoseok gives a harsh suckle to your clit and just like that. It was as if fireworks had gone off, your thighs shaking as you squirt over his face and neck. He chuckles darkly pulling away from you, thrusting his fingers in and out gently letting you ride out your high. 

Hoseok had done a lot of research for tonight, looking up the best position to be in to get pregnant, the best motions for his cock, everything. So when he picks your arousal up off your pussy lips and taste it, he doesn’t find it odd how stringy and how candy-like in sweetness it tastes. 

“You made a mess of me, lick it up.” He says pulling you up into a sitting position, your mind still swimming as you feel boneless. 

“Come on, baby.” Hoseok goads you caressing your cheek as you watch as your cum drips down his collarbone towards his chest. You blink rapidly collecting yourself before pushing him down onto the bed, he smirks as you take charge. His hands bunching up your hair into his fist as you lick up your cum. 

“You taste how sweet it is for me?” You moan in response licking over his neck and his collarbone. 

“It’s so sweet because you’re fertile.” You stop your licks before pulling back and looking down at him, Hoseok’s hands begin grazing over your hips. His tongue pushing into the indent of your hip bones making you groan. 

“You’re fertile to have my baby inside you. I’m going to fuck my baby into you tonight.” You go wide eyed as Hoseok grabs your hair once more. You furrow your eyebrows as he smiles up at you. 

“You’ve been keeping track?” You ask almost embarrassed. 

“Of course I have, I want nothing more than to see my baby inside you.” You press your legs together, your lower body beginning to thump in pleasure at the realization. 

“Don’t you want that? My baby making you all pretty and swollen? Getting to rub your big belly with my baby in there?” You let out a whimper at his words, he was fueling your fire for the second time tonight as he pulls at your hair. 

“Suck on my cock baby and I’ll tell you how badly I want to see you impregnated with my baby.” You comply to his request, taking his long cock into your hand. You give a few good pumps before kissing the tip of his head, Hoseok groans happily as you pull back his pre-cum stringing from his cock to your lips as you lick it up. Your mouth encasing the head of his cock, tongue swirling circles around it making Hoseok throw his head back with gritted teeth. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so sexy. You suck such good cock.” You hum in agreement as you dip your head down his length, pumping whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. 

“I can’t wait until you suck my cock with my baby inside you. How sweet you’ll look rubbing your belly for me as you take a load in your mouth.” You moan as you feel arousal dripping down your bare thighs, Hoseok’s eyes catch sight of this and he bites his lip. 

“You like it too? The thought of being so heavy with my baby? I love picturing you like that.” He begins to pull at your hair, taking a deep breath in through his nose as your flat licks begin to send his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

“Stop, I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” You lift your head off of him slowly, his mouth opening slightly as he watches you lick at the tip. 

“I said stop.” He mutters pulling at your hair making you bite your bottom lip. He takes your face into his sights, the way your pupils are blown out and how red and swollen your lips are makes him weak to you. 

“You look like a sexy little cum slut, right about now.” His thumb and index finger opening your mouth as he thrusts his thumb in, you give his thumb gentle suckles as he sits up, his free hand rubbing at your breast. Hoseok lays you down, pumping his cock as you spread your legs for him. 

“I’m only cumming inside your pussy until you are pregnant with my baby.” He waits until his orgasm goes back to lying in wait before aligning the head of his cock to your pussy. His cock wasn’t the thickest but it was long and pleasurable in it’s own right and by God, did he know how to use it. 

“Fuck, you’ll look so pretty with my kid in you.” Hoseok rolls your nipples between his fingertips as he prods the head of his cock into you, once again you become a moaning mess underneath him for the second time tonight. 

“Yes! Hoseok! Fuck me!” 

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.” He teases you pumping just the head in and out. 

“Fuck! I want you to fuck your baby into me.” Hoseok smirks before pushing his hair back off his sweating forehead. 

“Good girl.” With one thrust he’s deep inside you, the head of his cock ramming into your cervix entrance making you moan loudly. 

“Oh my fu-” Hoseok bites out a moan as he thrusts into you, the heaviness of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he moans loudly for you. 

“Y/N! Oh, fuck, baby.” Hoseok’s forehead pushing into your neck as he begins to plunge his cock deep inside you with every thrust. His hips changing from straight thrusts to rolling his hips around. Your throat going dry from your moaning as you grab at his back, scratching your fingernails into his tan skin. 

“I can’t wait till my baby is deep inside you, Y/N.” He whispers into your ear lovingly, his hips rolling against you gently letting his bare pubic bone graze against your clit. 

“Hoseok.” You moan wantonly grabbing onto his arms. 

“You’re going to take my cum like such a good girl, aren’t you baby? Going to let me swell up your belly and make your breasts filled with milk.” Your eyes rolling back into your head as he grits his teeth once more pulling your knees up to your chest. 

“I want you put your baby into me so badly.” Hoseok’s head falling back as he feels his orgasm coming on stronger than before he denied it before. “I have a big load of cum for you too. So much of it for you.” 

Your take your breasts into your hands as Hoseok fucks you roughly, his eyes watching as you flick at your nipples begging for his cum. The bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach comes in full force as Hoseok spits on your pussy, his fingers rubbing at your clit. 

“I want to watch you cum again, become a moaning mess under me.” The room was stagnant with heat as the over pornographic sound of your wet pussy fills the room. 

“Hoseok!” Your eyes squeezing shut. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. Jesus Christ!” Hoseok curses, his body developing that sheen layer of sweat you love to see knowing he works so hard at pleasing you. 

“I want your baby so badly! Please fuck a baby into me!” Hoseok moans lowly as he pulls up the hood of your clit, the bubbling feeling in your stomach reaching the precipice and fizzling out as you cum loudly practically screaming for your husband. Your pussy clutching at Hoseok’s cock, trying to siphon Hoseok’s cock of his cum. 

“Oh-ho, fuck!” Hoseok opens his mouth before groaning loudly, cumming without warning as he gives one last harsh thrust into your pussy. His body falling onto yours as the head of his cock makes contact with your cervix opening. His cum coating the inside of your womb and your cervix as you whimper out feeling the warmth of it. Hoseok breathes heavily picking himself off of you, you giggle as he lets out a large sigh before smiling. His cheeks bouncing upwards as he pulls your knees up to your chest. 

“Stay like that for a bit. Don’t let any come out.” He pulls his cock out slowly before grabbing some tissues from a box by the bedside table and wiping his cock off. He throws himself down next to you before kissing you gently. 

“I love you, baby girl.” You kiss his cheek before letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“I love you too.” Hoseok sputters his lips before kissing your flat tummy. 

“I can’t wait until my Jung Prince or Princess is in here.” He rubs at your stomach before putting his head on your breast. His eyes shutting in comfortable delight as he listens to your fast heartbeat begin to level out.

Hoseok wakes up before looking around, it was pitch black outside in Fuji, Japan. “Oh right, we’re in Japan.” The dream that he had that sent his mind into overdrive waking him up lingers in his thoughts. 

You were helping Mina with her homework, sitting on the couch comfortably as you supported your heavy belly with your hand. One arm underneath the engorged skin and the other rubbing comfortable circles as Hoseok’s baby squirms around inside you. Hoseok watches on at the scene from the kitchen as he grabs a pepper out of the fridge to get ready for dinner. “Baby?” Hoseok calls out before holding up the pepper, “Okay for our little one?” Hoseok asks making sure spiciness was okay for the baby. You look over before giving him a smile and a thumbs up. 

“It’s a boy.” Hoseok mutters before looking at your sleeping figure. Your hand on his chest with your leg thrown over his as you sleep peacefully beside him. Hoseok could feel his cum leaking out of you onto his leg and he raises his eyebrows. 

“Fuck, it’s all coming out.” He whispers panic stricken, his fingers trying to shove the cum back inside of you before whining quietly. 

“What if our boy doesn’t come?” Hoseok pushes your leg off of him slowly before inching down the bed at a slow pace to try and keep you sleeping. He situates himself sitting back on his knees as he pries your legs open watching as globs of cum begin to relieve itself out of your pussy. 

“No.” Hoseok whines as puts a disappointed hand to his forehead. Maybe he should fuck you again just in case. He begins to pump at his cock watching how his cum trails down to your perineum. How would it taste? Your cum and his mixed together deliciously, he begins to lap it up with his tongue. His eyes rolling back at the musky yet sweet taste of it. 

“Oh shit.” He whispers prodding his tongue into your cunt trying to grab it all on to his tongue for a quick swallow. You stir in your sleep as Hoseok keeps the cum on the flat of his tongue, swiping it up and down your folds letting it froth up white on your pussy lips and clit.  He swallow what is left on his tongue before pulling back to admire his work. 

“Shit. Look at that.” He whispers pumping his rock hard cock to the way your pussy looks deliciously coated with his seed. 

“Baby?” Hoseok calls to you quiet, the sounds of nature slipping into the room as Hoseok aligns himself trying not to wake you. 

“I’ll fuck you awake then.” He whispers, he enters you holding back a moan, your pussy wet from all of his cum. He gives short strokes rubbing at his own chest and arms. His eyes watching as your eyebrows furrow in your sleep. 

“Good girl.” Hoseok whispers as he begins to pluck at your nipples with your fingers. 

“How gorgeous you’ll be with my so inside you. So fucking sexy.” He lets out a small moan as his hips begin to pick up speed, a whimper leaving your mouth as Hoseok bends over you taking your nipple into his mouth as he rolls his pelvic bone against your clit grinding down on it. Little flicks of the tip of his tongue against your nipple stir you awake, you blink confused before pleasure takes over your bottom half as you wake up. 

“H-Hoseok?” You whimper out looking out the window at the pitch black sky. Hoseok lifts his head off your breast to groan at the feeling of your pussy. 

“It was all coming out, I have to put more in for our baby.” He announces noticing that you’ve woken up. You moan as he begins to thrusts deeper and harder all the while clutching at your hips. 

“I have to put another load into you, you need to get big with my son. Like in my dream.” He rambles like a mad man, your eyes shutting as mewls roll off your tongue. Your fingers dipping down between your legs as you rub at your clit. Hoseok grabs at your tits pumping you full of cock.

“I can’t wait to taste your sweet milk from your breasts. How puffy and dark your nipples will be for me and my baby.” You moan at his words rubbing quicker circles on your clit as you feel his cock beginning to throb inside you. 

“I can’t wait to be big with your baby. I want you to fuck me rubbing my big belly.” Hoseok groans just thinking about how nice and big you would be on all fours in front of him, his chest meeting your back as he rubs your belly while pummeling his cock into you. 

“You’re going to look so beautiful.” You work towards your third orgasm of the day, your moans beginning to get louder and louder as you mind finds itself fully awake from sleep. 

“I’m so close!” You whimper out putting your head back into the pillow. 

“Me too, baby. So close to giving you more cum.” Hoseok’s teeth grinding down as he raises your legs over his shoulders giving him the perfect angle to have both sets of eyes rolling back. 

“H-Hoseok! I’m gonna cum!” Your orgasm imminent as Hoseok begins to pre-cum deeply inside your pussy. 

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m cumming, babe. I’m- Shit. Y/N. Fuck!” Hoseok orgasms loudly putting his head back as his orgasm rips a sob from his chest. Tears almost spilling over his cheeks from the pleasure. 

“Yes!” You moan loudly, the warmth of his cum setting off your own orgasm as your pussy sucks his cum deeper inside of you. 

“Oh shit!” Hoseok groans out, his eyes alight with wonder as your pussy clamps and pulls at his softening cock. 

“Good girl, baby. Take all of my cum in your fertile womb.” He pulls out of you slowly being mindful of your twitching legs on his shoulders. He lays back down next to you, pulling your body into his arms as he kisses at your cheek and forehead. 

“It’s going to be a boy. I was it in my dream.” He whispers as you cuddle yourself into his chest. 

“Really?” You ask with a giggle. He hums in agreement rubbing his large hand on the soft skin of your back. “It’ll be a boy.”

There was silence as Hoseok throws the onions into the heated up pan. The sizzle of the pan draws your attention as you look up from the couch.

“I’m putting peppers in the pasta.” He alerts you as he throws the peppers into the pan. You hum to him in agreement as Mina jumps onto the couch, her face coming to rest on your belly as you lean back into the couch.

“He doesn’t want to play with me.” She whispers before poking your bloated belly button. Hoseok peeks out of the kitchen before chuckling as he watches Mina rub your belly. 

“I think your brother is sleeping.” You tell her, running your fingers through her hair. Hoseok grabs the handle of the pan before picking up and flicking his wrist to move the vegetables in the pan as they seer. 

“Why does he need to sleep? He has to play with me!” Hoseok chuckles before putting the vegetables in the pot for the sauce. He lowers the burner to a simmer before wiping his hands on the towel and heading out of the kitchen.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit.” He whispers before picking Mina up and placing her on his lap to sit next to you. His arm snakes around your shoulders before putting his hand on your belly. 

“Daddy, the baby won’t play with me.” Hoseok gives a big smile, his perfect teeth shining in the living room before kissing her forehead. 

“Your brother needs to sleep to become big and strong like his big sister, prince-” As he whispers to her, a small flit of movement happens within you making him stop short.

“He’s moving now, he’s awake.” Mina gasps before putting her face to your belly, her legs swinging on Hoseok’s lap as he wrinkles his nose at the sight. 

“Daddy, is little brother your little prince just like I’m your princess?”

Hoseok hums before hugging her tightly and kissing the top of her head. His eyes find yours before relaxing and pulling you into his side.

“Always. Your both my little prince and princess.”

[myngxy-sue]

What Friends Are For

A friend comes to help Lucifer after his disastrous marriage seemingly breaks him.

Pairings: Sue x Lucifer Word count: 2096 Chapters: N/A Genres: Angst, hurt/comfort Warnings: Implied self-harm, alcoholism and referenced cheating

She let out a soft gasp, slowly eyeing the bedroom Lucifer once effortlessly kept in immaculate condition be in a state of disarray, a room that reeked of alcohol and heartbreak. Bottles upon bottles were scattered all over the floor, all clearly from the most elite brands. There was a photo album amongst the bottles that was soaked in wine, clothes jumbled on the sofa and a wedding ring discarded on a table.

As her eyes rested on the bed, she saw a man whose very presence struck fear into those who uttered his name reduced to nothing more than a broken person trying to shield himself from the pain by cocooning himself in a blanket.

The sight of it all gave Sue a pained feeling in her chest. Sure, she may be Lucifer’s self-proclaimed rival but that didn’t mean she was heartless towards him. Their constant bickering and opposition was nothing more than harmless fun. She never wished to see Lucifer suffer, especially not like this. 

She approached the bed slowly, making sure to watch her step and not slip on one of the bottles. If it was the Lucifer she knew, he would’ve noticed her presence by now. Hell, he would’ve noticed long before she even opened the door. But that Lucifer was gone. When he’d return, Sue wasn’t sure. 

“Luce?” Sue muttered, not really sure how to start the conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer whispered, not even bothering to turn to her.

Sue tightened her grip on her handbag. “I just wanted to check on you after… You know… What happened between you and Carmen… But if you want me to leave then I’ll just-”

“You can stay here if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

Sue nodded, looked around awkwardly before spotting a nearby chair and bringing it over next to Lucifer’s bed.

“So…” Sue trailed as she sat down. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“What can you do for me?”

Sue shrugged. “I dunno… Just anything you want me to do, I guess…”

Lucifer shifted in his blanket, changing his position so he could face Sue. He exposed his face.  He looked like a mess. Too many strands stuck out of place, his eyes were red from all that useless weeping and the dark circles underneath somehow got even darker. His aura was stale. Then he hid again.

"There's no need to trouble yourself over me…" Lucifer said. "I'll take care of myself just fine."

"Lucifer, all you've been doing is drinking and staying locked up in your room." Sue pointed out.

"Do you expect me to do anything else?"

"Just anything but this…"

Lucifer let out a heavy sigh, probably wanting to say something but he remained silent. 

"You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?" Sue fiddled with her fingers right after asking, knowing that it pretty much goes without saying.

"I just want to drink my sorrows away…"

Sue bit her lip before speaking again. "How about you just let it all out instead of drowning it in alcohol?"

Silence.

"You should just cry and vent your frustrations. It won't magically solve everything but it'll help you feel a little better."

"I cried enough when I kicked her out," Lucifer deadpanned.

"Are you sure?" Sue questioned quietly.

Lucifer curled himself up into the fetal position. "Why do you even care? Isn't this what you wanted? I'm at my lowest point, you should relish in it."

"I can't…" Sue admitted.

"Why not?"

"I just can't…" Sue said at first.

There was yet another moment of silence between them. Sue didn't want it to be like this but there was really nothing she could do. She'd probably say something wrong if she tried to break the moments of silence.

"I don't really hate you, Lucifer…" Sue said. "I don't think either of us do… I actually care about you a lot… I wouldn't be here if I didn't care…" She smiled weakly.

"Sue?"

"Yeah?

Yet another pause. "You won't mind holding my hand, would you?"

When he stuck his hand out from under the covers, Sue held it without hesitation. She noticed a fresh set of scars around his wrist but she didn't bring them up. Maybe another time, she thought to herself.

"You know what it's like to feel betrayed, right? Betrayed by the very two people you put most of your trust into?" Lucifer asked.

"Not really," Sue answered. "I mean, I know what betrayal feels like but it's nothing compared to how you're probably feeling."

"I can't help but feel like all of this is my fault…" 

"Why would you say that?"

When Lucifer didn't answer right away, Sue held his hand a little tighter, just as a way to tell him that she was all ears when she couldn't articulate her words.

"You were always my harshest critic. You should know what's wrong with me. But I can only do so much self-improvement with this sin of mine. I wouldn't be surprised to hear that I didn't change at all. Maybe that's why she started seeing Diavolo. He's everything I'm not, the perfect partner."

"It's not your fault this time," Sue assured him. "And even if it was, they'd still be at fault. There are just some things that can't be justified."

"And you say all of that despite knowing who I am?"

"Luce… You're not the man I used to know when I came down here…"

He peeked from under the covers.

"Back then, I didn't think my words would get to you at all. I mean, you are the Avatar of Pride and I thought your sin would make you blind to any sort of criticism, especially from a human like myself. But the moment you pulled me aside for my advice, I knew at that moment that you had what it took to be a better person."

"..."

"Diavolo and Carmen may have taken it for granted but everyone else took notice of your self-improvement. We're all proud of you, Lucifer. I don't know what your relationship with your brothers was like before the fall but it's better than what I was introduced to when I first arrived at Devildom."

Lucifer tightened his grip on Sue's hand, nearly crushing it, but he softened his grip after feeling her flinch in response. He began to shudder under the covers. Sue rested her free hand on his just so she could assure him.

"I broke my back for both of them, sometimes I put them above my own family, we made promises to each other and then they do this to me!" Lucifer finally wept. "Is loyalty something beyond their grasp? Fuck no, it isn't! They knew what they were doing to me, I'm fucking sure! Putting my trust into Carmen was one thing, but I've trusted Diavolo for thousands of years!"

"Yeah, I'm mad at them both but Diavolo disappointed me the most." 

"I wish I'd never made that promise to him! I wish I'd never met her! I shouldn't be hurting so much over them yet here I am!" He continued. 

"There's nothing wrong with feeling hurt. You've put your trust in them. They broke that trust. So, I say you can cry about it as much as you need to."

"God, I wish I could say more but I don't know what else to say… I just hate them! I hate them both!"

Sue nodded. "You can just cry about it."

And cry he did, releasing so much raw emotion that he would’ve kept to himself. Every once in a while, he had something to say. It wasn’t much but Sue listened regardless. It was usually him expressing his resentment towards Diavolo and Carmen. She just sat there, stroking his hand assuringly and taking in all the feelings he pours out. Time went by sluggishly. After a while, Lucifer stopped, finally freeing himself from his self made cocoon while still holding onto Sue.

Sue smiled at him weakly, pondering what to do or say next. “So, did you remember to drink any water?”

Lucifer shook his head quietly, looking around in disbelief. He too was shocked at what had become of his own living space. 

“I’ll bring you a glass,” Sue said as she stood up. “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything either.”

He shook his head again. “I didn’t feel like eating at all.”

“You should at least nibble on something, as a start.” 

Sue got him a tall glass of water and a cookie. She had to prevent the demon from drinking all the water too quickly lest he make himself sick. 

“You should wash your face too,” Sue suggested. 

“I think I’d rather try and take a quick shower.”

“Are you sure?”

Lucifer nodded. “I’m sure.”

“Do you want me to get you some bandages when you’re done?”

“Sure,” Lucifer said, looking at his scarred wrist and cringing.

“I’ll be outside if you need me,” Sue said as she took her leave.

She went straight to the common bathroom where they kept all their medical supplies and took out a roller bandage and an antiseptic for good measure. The wounds were still fresh. As she went about this, she felt her phone buzz a few times. When she checked, she saw that Carmen and Diavolo were sending her messages. She deleted the notifications and shut off her phone. Now wasn’t the time to confront them.

But in her head, she rehearsed the many things she wanted to say to them, the many words to shame them. She’d never truly forgiven them, not after bringing Lucifer to such a low point. She wanted to toss them like garbage. To her, some things could never be justified, never forgiven. She was all too familiar with cheating. 

She wanted to break them, see them crumble beneath her feet and beg for mercy. But that was all just a stargirl way of thinking. The damage was already done. Trying to get Lucifer back on his feet was more important. After all, she didn’t know them as well as he did.

“You ready?” Sue called after knocking on the door. 

“Yes.”

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sleeve already pulled up to his bicep, arm resting on his lap. Lucifer kept his eyes on his wounds as Sue sat next to him. Lucifer’s hand only twitched a little as she cleaned his cuts, his pride returning somewhat to prevent himself from showing pain. Then she wrapped his wrist.

“Good job.”

Lucifer turned to the human only to find her with a soft smile on her face. “For what?”

“For trying,” Sue said.

It took a moment for Lucifer to process. He didn't quite get how something as trivial as trying was worth praising. To him, his best was the only thing worth it. But he wasn’t going to act like he didn’t enjoy getting complimented for something so minimal. 

They shared a quick, quiet chuckle with each other until settling into silence for the umpteenth time that evening. Their smiles slowly faded away. Lucifer supposed he felt a little better even with the images of Carmen sleeping with Diavolo plaguing his mind. His heart was still heavy over that. But when he told himself that there was a life beyond them, he believed it. 

He did just fine before they came in. There was no reason why he couldn’t do much better without them. Even when he fell, he wasn’t alone.

“Sue?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming down here,” Lucifer smiled. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“Oh… Um… That’s just what friends do, you know.” Sue smiled sheepishly, not really expecting Lucifer to say anything like that. “We should probably do something about this room sometime soon. But not right now, if you don’t want to.”

“No, we should clean it up right now. I don’t think I could stand another day living in this.”

Together they gathered bags and threw away what needed to be thrown away. Clothes were sorted out, with the clean being put away and the dirty being set aside for washing. The photo album, which was dubbed unsalvageable and contained nothing but pictures of Carmen and Lucifer was thrown into the freshly lit fireplace. 

At that moment, Lucifer understood how Sue felt about the note she wrote some years back, a note only the both of them acknowledged. It was nothing more than ashes now, something to be forgotten about. His marriage to Carmen and friendship with Diavolo would follow suit.

It didn’t take long for Lucifer to decide what to do with the ring. As he and Sue carried out bags of bottles, they ran into Mammon. After a relatively short conversation about Lucifer’s wellbeing, the demon handed his little brother the hoop of fine gold.

“Take it. Do whatever you want with it. Keep it, melt it or sell it for some ungodly amount. I don’t care. Just do what you like.”

[enbies-and-felonies]

KOTLC peeps!!!

I posted my first KOTLC oneshot about @everyonehasthoughts baby, Simon Foster :D Check it out on my Wattpad @pan-with-pans, or hit on that Keep Reading Button :D

My Name Is.... Simon

tw: internalized transhobia

tw: mild swearing

~~

  Sophie tugged at an eyelash. Today was NOT a good day, and knowing her life, it would probably get worse. Sitting under Calla's panakes tree, with its flowing branches and the sweet smell of its tricolor flowers normally helped calm her, but now...

    She was dirty from helping clean Wynn and Luna after they found a muddy meadow, but she couldn't stand the thought of taking a shower. Angrily, she shoved her hair long out of her face. She wanted to yell. Why did she feel so... so rotten?! She looked down at her form-fitting tunic and felt her stomach heave as she scrubbed her eyes in an effort to keep her frustrated tears from falling.

    She, Biana, and Linh had planned a girls outing for today, so they had had a sleepover and in the morning Biana had done their makeup. They had picked out gorgeous outfits; Linh wearing a dark grey, slim-fitting dress with silver embroidery that looked stunning with her hair, and a pair of leggings decorated with a flame pattern. Biana had chosen a light, flowy sundress with strawberries on it, leaving her arms and shoulders exposed. The light pink contrasted beautifully with her dark skin and hair, and she had even put her hair up with a matching strawberry pin.

    For Sophie Biana had helped pick out a form-fitting white dress with gold trimming. Despite it being pleasing to the eye, it wasn't too flashy and Sophie had liked the way it looked. Biana had said it fit nicely, and showed her curves. At the time Sophie had laughed at the compliment, but now its memory made her stomach churn even more.

    Why why why was she feeling like this???

    Groaning, Sophie curled up into the fetal position. The tenseness didn't fade, but at least with her eyes closed she could focus on the bark cutting into her back and a stone pressing against her hip. It was a better discomfort than the way her stomach felt. It made her want to tear every single eyelash out, the more it hurt the better.

    "Hey... You okay?" It was Keefe, and for some reason that didn't make her feel better.

    "Fine and dandy," She groaned, now grateful for the curtain of hair that covered her face, and therefore her tears.

    "BS." Damn empaths.

    "Maybe I'm not fine, but it doesn't matter anyway because nothing's wrong." She wasn't trying to be difficult, but how else was she supposed to say that she had no idea what was happening?

    "Sophie-" She may have been able to hide the flinch, but he felt the emotional recoil at his words.

    "Foster, please," He tried again, "Let me help you?" An idea niggled at the back of his mind.

    There was a pause, and a blue panakes flower  gently settled onto Sophie's shoulder.

    "Okay," She whispered, "You can try."

~~

    "Okay, so I'm thinking I just say things and feel your reaction to it and then we build off of that, so that then we can pinpoint what's up." The two blondes were sitting on Sophie's bed, cross-legged and with a plate of mallowmelt between them.

    Sophie raised an eyebrow.

    "What?! I didn't have much time to make a plan of attack!" Keefe raised his hands defensively, but a smirk played at the edges of his lips.

    "Well... I did already say yes." In all honesty just being around Keefe and his jokes had already helped. He had poured a bucket of water on her, which had actually helped her get the motivation to take a shower, and then Grady had made some mallowmelt for them as a surprise. His still didn't really like Keefe, but he had a secret fondness for the boy.

    "Will you need my enhancing?"

    Keefe swallowed. "I think it would be better if we didn't make it more... complicated." Sophie didn't exactly know what he meant by that, but she went along.

    "Ready?" She nodded, "Okay.... um... I should have come up with a question before I suggested this." He rubbed the back of his neck ruefully.

    "Wait! I'll just start with some generic questions, so you get comfortable with answering questions, since I know you don't like telling all of your secrets. You ARE the Mysterious Miss Foster after all." A twinge swirled in with her general 'sucky-feelings' and 'gently-amused-anticipation'. Keefe thought it was interesting, but didn't push it just yet.

    "Uh... So your favourite human thing." He needed to figure out some better questions to get to know people.

    "Well, I really miss music, but I do still get to listen to some of it via my iPod. Other than that... probably miss movies the most."

    "Favourite movie, and why?" 

    "Booksmart." There was a swell of happiness at the memory, immediately followed by reservation and hiding. Maybe... disgust? But why would she be disgusted at her favourite movie?

    "Why?"

    "Because the two girls were such close friends, and back then I was so lonely... It was nice to imagine people being so close." It was a good answer, but it didn't match the feelings she was radiating.

    "Sophie," That twinge again, "I can't help you if you don't give me the bare-chested answers. I don't plan on judging you for a movie, so you can be honest. It's okay. I mean, unless its about eating meat, but I could probably forgive you for even that." She smiled, and he grinned at his success.

    "I guess I liked it because..." She tugged an eyelash out.

    Abruptly she jerked her head up, staring into his eyes, and he instinctively brought a hand to his stomach against the churning anxiety and reservation.

    "Keefe."

    "Yeah Foster?"

    "How do- in the lost cities- How do you feel about the lgbtq community."

    Oh damn, did she know?

    "Like, personally or...?"

    "Personally." Her anxiety was the main emotion now, bubbling and swirling in his stomach.

    "I support them, for multiple reasons. And that includes ALL of them." He didn't know if she was trying to get him to say something or if she honestly just wanted to know, but at his words the storm of anxiety calmed slightly.

    "Oh. Okay. I guess I liked it because it showed representation." She was still holding back, but Keefe was too busy recovering from the abrupt onslaught of emotions and then the change in subject.

     "Cool... uh, favourite... Human celebrity??"

    "Rain Dove." There was no hesitation, but afterwards she paused. "I don't- I don't really know much about them, but they seem cool." Them? Nonbinary maybe? The idea burrowed deeper into his mind, but he still didn't put it into words.

    "This one will be more personal, okay?" Keefe waited until after her feelings had settled, not just once she nodded, before he asked, "Why don't you like being called Sophie?"

    Her heart stopped, which probably shouldn't 'technically' count as an emotion, but Keefe still sensed it. Then there was a twist of confusion as she tried to answer.

    "I don't know...?" She wasn't lying or hiding anything this time, but she still pulled at an eyelash and flicked it away.

    "Every time I said Sophie this evening you have flinched. Not always physically, but still. Is it because that was what your human parents named you?" He regarded her as she thought, turning the idea over in her head like a pebble at the beach, before frowning and shaking her head.

    "It's not that..." Her brow furrowed, and she reached her hand up again, this time continuing to tug at her eyelashes even as she pulled three out.

    Keefe took a deep breath, steeling himself for her emotions before taking her hands in his.

    "Foster, have you considered that maybe.. you aren't cis?" He really hoped he wasn't stepping out of line, and that it didn't offend her. What if he was just projecting? What if she didn't support trans people?? What if-

    He cut the thoughts off when he realized that the majority of the panic was from Foster. Her eyes were wide and she pushed away from him, nearly slipping of the bed.

    "What?! I'm not! No, I'm a girl!! I-" Her voice was shrill, but he felt the anxiety get replaced by disgust, and an undercurrent of guilt. She was lying...

    And then she was crying.

    "Keefe what if I'm broken? I don't know what I am. I think I'm a girl?? What else could I be?" She hiccupped, "I've always been a girl. I was *sniff* born a girl and I- I don't want to disappoint anybody and-"

    Keefe hugged her hard. 

    "You are not broken, you have never been broken, and I am so sorry that you might even entertain that possibility. I'm sorry for pushing, and making you uncomfortable, I just wanted you to feel better and I noticed how you never liked 'Sophie' and you didn't like 'miss' and I didn't know what to do!! I'm so sorry Foster." 

    She hugged him back, "I think, I think I just need to be alone for a minute. Can I call you later?" She sniffed.

    "Of course, I'm always here Foss-Boss."

~~~

    Sophie rocked on her bed for a while after Keefe light leaped away. She had already tugged out five more eyelashes, and now she was rocking back and forth.

    Was she not a girl? She had never thought of herself as trans before...

    But now that she thought about it... It made sense with how much she hated makeup, and dresses, and formfitting clothing... So if she wasn't a girl, then who was she?

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    "Hey Keefe?" The whisper was barely picked up by the imparter, but Keefe still heard it.

    "Yeah?"

    "I... figured some things out."

    "That's great Foster, I'm proud of you." 

    "My name is.... Simon. I think I'm a demiboy."

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

This is awkward

Summary: could u maybe do a reddie x daughter where she gets her period, but wants to hide it from richie and eddie bc they’re guys, so she steals richie’s phone and calls bev for help. but like as she goes over to bevs house (maybe they live close) richie and eddie think she’s missing or lost and they freak out? i just feel like that’s such a reddie situation lmao

warnings: period talks 

In retrospect, she really should have seen it coming. All the signs they taught you about in health class presented themselves full force, from having abdominal pain and a bloating stomach after eating a cracker, to using the bathroom more than she usually has to. 

Never the less, it remained a shock when she wakes up at five in the morning to searing throbbing in her lower abdomen that leaves her helplessly whriting. The clock strikes six am at the exact moment she groans, curling her body into a fetal position and covering her stomach with her arms.

She lays still for a while, tossing and turning in an effort to find a pose that won’t hurt, but nothing helps, and so she decides to go to the medicine cabinet and fish out medication to reduce the ache. In order to do that, she removes the heavy silk comforter off her body, and shivers as her temperature reduces from the added coldness that sticks in the room. It’s nearing summer time, so the sun is gleaming up every last detail of the room even at six o’clock, rendering the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling useless.

She gets up, and as soon as turns around to readjust the comforter out of the corner of her eye she spots a red blood stain, soaked into the covers of her one person bed. Ellie’s first instinct is, embracingly enough, to cry, the sight of blood leaving her squeamish and ready to do whatever it takes to get rid of it.

Her pain tolerance is high, but the second a blotch of blood presents itself anywhere near or on her, it needs to be removed point black.  

It clicks in her mind what this situation means and what the logical explanation is, but she’s still in a daze that allows her to calmly rip the covers of the bed an paddle downstairs to the washing area, carefully avoiding to touch the blood itself, free of any panic or discomfort, beside the continues stabbing sneers. Only after disposing of the covers in the washing machine and shutting it with a small click, she sobers up and worries.

Ellie grabs a towel of a mountain of dry-cleaned clothes that Richie was ordered to organize room by room but forgot after a last minute stand up show the night before and wraps it around her middle. The towel specifically is her favorite, colored blue with the animations of winx club printed upon it, as a child her favorite cartoon show, with her name embroider on the top thanks to her uncle Mike. A trait she copied from Richie was that she lost stuff so much that Eddie got sick of it and started writing her name on article of clothes and shoes so that if someone found it they returned it to the right person, and because at the time Mike was practicing embroidery, he sowed her name in the towel as a gift.

The edges of the towel are worn out and frayed, but the texture is soft to the touch and smells like sunscreen, in a way tied to a few of Ellie’s preferred treasured memories. It’s the only at hand though, and time is of the essence, and she wants to wants desperately to avoid any more blood spillage.

Scanning the floor while hurrying to a bathroom Ellie cautions that she stays upright and doesn’t hit her toe against the doorframe like she idioticly does time and time again. She reaches the bathroom she unlocks the door from its hinches and opens it soundlessly, her parents lost in dreamland a door over. She feels weirdly docile about the whole thing, not at all trembling or making rash decision like she foresaw whenever she thought of this moment. The bathroom door shuts behind her, and she silently awaits for any sound to emerge from Eddie and Richie’s bedroom, but none materialize, thankfully.

At that point, there’s not much she can do. The house is empty of anything remotely resembling pads, with Richie and Eddie not needing them and Ellie hadn’t required them so far either.

Having two fathers is a blessing that Ellie is magnificently proud of, and most of the time she forgets that core families usually exist of one father and a mother. Richie and Eddie fill up any void that a mom could possibly leave behind, and so she is often oblivious that her home situations isn’t ‘normal’. There is nothing that a mother adds that Richie and Eddie don’t provide her, but maybe this is the one exception.

Ellie learned about menstrual cycles and how to deal with them via sex ed in school, but at home not a word was ushered about this. Unintentional no doubt, since Richie took it upon himself to bring up as much cringe-worthy conversations to shy her away from trying anything stupid. She never brought the topic up, and it must have slipped from Richie and Eddie’s mind too.

She debates waking up Richie and Eddie to drive her to the store, but it’s too early for that, the sops opens at nine, and there honestly sounds nothing worse but rousing her fathers for something like a period.

Richie will joke, and Eddie will research the whole thing down to the smallest details to aid her with all the knowledge found on the internet, but what she would really benefit from is a girl simply explaining the whole thing to her.

The solution literally falls in her lap, as Ellie accidentally knocks over the parfum Beverly left behind last time she visited. Aunt Bev and uncle Ben live two streets away, in a giant modern home they fosters pets in, at the edge of a forest.

They reside there any time they aren’t on their boat travelling around the world, but with Beverly six months into her pregnancy, they swore to not go on any outings up to the birth of their very first child.

Both Ben and Bev work every weekday, but if Bev is home, she’ll be happy to help, Ellie is certain. She should call first, to let Bev know she was on her way and to ensure Bev won’t contact the police on her, a figure appearing out of the blue early morning might not present well. The only problem with that is that Ellie’s phone was dropped in the water of a bath, cracking the phone’s screen from the hard landing and drenching it in water, causing all the phone’s functions to give out.

Calling aunt Bev is only an option if Ellie locates a phone, and her best bet on that is her pops.

Richie obsesses over his phone, and while he says that’s not the case, Eddie humorously hid it once and it send Richie in such a frenzy he explored the whole house top to bottom and discarded any and all cabinets to locate it.

Eddie chides the overexercise usage and resorts to conking Richie over the head if he dares to divided his attention to it for over ten minutes, but it’s all in a loving way, Eddie wouldn’t ever dream of hurting Richie.

A compromise was formed, Richie promising to leave his phone unattended on the bedside table at the end of the bed, and Eddie dialing down his complaints. The phone can’t ramify it’s toxic radiation from that far, but it’s close enough that the alarm clock rouses them up if necessary.

Invading Richie and Eddie’s bedroom is a dangerous game to play at, Eddie’s hearing out of this world with precision and picking up on the smallest, barely there clamor, but assisted with a tad of luck, Ellie might be able to evade waking them. After all, she’d rather get caught sneaking in, than having to provide a valid reason she ought to shop.

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The clock strikes eight a.m. when Richie stirs awake, the light streaming through the window in such a way it glistens directly in Richie eyes, and in order to avoid it he swivels around on his stomach. His arm covers Eddie side, snoring loudly right net to his ear. Huffing out a laugh, Richie retracts his arm to cover his eyes from the sun that maliciously demands him to wake.

Eddie sniffles, his hand lifting in search for Richie and sighing happily when his fingertips bump against Richie’s shoulder, tugging his arm back in position.

‘Too early’, he grumbles, smacking his lips to rid himself of his dry mouth and burying his head further into his pillow. Richie laughs, kissing his husbands bare shoulder and readjusting Richie’s shirt he’s wearing after.

Weekends are a synonymous with rest and sleep, but Richie starts the day bright and fresh anyway, cooking a giant breakfast with Ellie to lure Eddie out of bed under the guise of food.

It strikes Richie as odd that Ellie’s not up and about it yet, he strains to hear any movement in the house but he comes up empty.

‘Aren’t you gonna make me breakfast, babe?’ Eddie asks his lips curled in a teasing smile, accustomed to their morning routine.

‘Sure thing Eds’, Richie says gooey, slobbering a kiss on the first part of Eddie he can reach, his temple, knowing that Eddie revolts the thought of kissing without brushing teeth first.

‘Wait I was kidding come back,’ Eddie whines, outstretching his arms to stop Richie from getting up but failing.

‘You’ll be so much happier when the food’s ready, trust me. I’m going to wake our munckin up too.’

He steps away from the bed, pulling his shirt, bunched up thanks to the wild gestures he performs in his sleep, down in the meanwhile and yawns so wide his jaw protests.

His limbs feel lose and relaxed of waking up not so soon ago, and they seem to be begging Richie to crawl back under the cover and cuddle with Eddie some more, but tour life stretched itself through all the aspects of Richie’s life these past months, and he really long for some time to spend with his daughter.

As he stumbles blindly, his hand scours the miniature table, but the only thing he can find are his glasses, neatly tucked away in what must have been Eddie’s doing after Richie zonked out.

At first he thinks he missed it, but then his glasses help him see clearly, and he notices that the phone is no longer there.

‘Hey, Eds?’

The only answer he receives is a grunt, muffled by the blankets Eddie hides under.

‘Did you hide my phone again?’ Richie asks, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Eddie shakes his head without looking up, napping on.

‘Huh’, Richie responds, deciding to let Eddie wake at his own terms. He probably ditched the phone somewhere and is drawing blank on where it could be, but it’ll be found again soon. With a deflated shrugs, Richie leaves the room to wake up his daughter, excited like a kid on Christmas to rope her into mischief.

Eddie huffs, forcing the blanket of off him and screwing his eyes open, scratching at a spot on his back that insistently itched all night.

Soon, Ellie will run in with coffee, with a meticulous steady head so none of it spills, and announce that breakfast is prepared. Some of it will be burned, other things will be so delicious Eddie will look forward to it every day of the week till he eats it again. Regardless of how good the food is, the most important thing is that it’s family time, and that no interruption or distractions occur but the laughter and unprovoqued leering both Richie, Ellie and Eddie gathered throughout the week.  

Eddie smiles contently, resting his eyes a tad longer and imagining the inviting warm smell flowing up from downstairs. What he gets instead is frantic running up the stairs, loud thuds that rattle the foundation and follow each other quickly, subsequently followed by the bedroom door ricocheting of it’s hinges.

The urgency behind it spooks Eddie, who scrambles out of bed before Richie manages to utter a word.

‘Ellie’s not here.’

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‘Thank you for helping me aunt Bev’, Ellie reinforces Bev, who brought out mint tea and joined her on the sofa to watch tv.

The movie provided background noise to the conversation they previously held, Ellie a little intimidated otherwise.

‘Any time honey you know this.’

Bev smiles brightly enough that her pearl white teeth show, her hair in a braid swiped over her shoulder, she radiates happiness to a degree Ellie has never seen.

‘I love dad and pops, I do, but you know how they get’, Ellie grimaced, his hands twisting nervously in the hem of the shirt she wormed herself in on the way here. A laugh bubbles out of Bev, already nodding her head.

‘They mean well but yes. I’m glad you confided in me.’ On instinct, Ellie dropped her hand down to pet the soft fur of Ben and Bev’s dog, a lifelong companion to them but also to her. She swiped nothing but air, Ben took the dog on a walk in the park, leaving the two girls to discuss thing among themselves. It was sad she didn’t get a chance to say hi to them, but she figures she’ll visit again later.

‘I really should get going,’ Ellie starts, her hand enclosing the plastic bag filled with supplies Bev landed her gracefully. ‘Pops and I love arranging breakfast, so I should really get home before they wake up to me not hanging around the house.’

Bev blinked innocently, surprise grazing her features. ‘Well, it is nine am, will they not be awake yet?’

‘It’s not that late yet is it?’ Bev’s phone rings loudly, startling Ellie out of her stupor. Even from her angle on the phone, she deciphers her pops names before Bev announce that it’s Richie.

‘Oops’, Ellie mutters, grimacing as the severity of the situation begins to down on her. She’s in big trouble now. Accepting the call, Bev puts in on speaker, a hand apologetically stroking Ellie’s arm conveying that yes, Bev’s sorry, but Ellie might get killed today.

‘Beverly’, Eddie distraught voice shakes through the microphone. A sinking stone weighs Ellie down, flushed with guilt, she hadn’t thought she’d be here so long, she only counted a five minute drop by.

‘Do you know where Ellie is? She’s not in her room or in the backyard either.’ In the background something smashes to the floor, in addition to cursing that sounds more like roaring, and Richie running out.

‘I really think she snatched my cellphone. Maybe she called someone to pick her up?’

Bev attempts to capture their attention goes unheard, the bickering between Eddie and Richie hardly begun.

‘I fucking told you Richie, dump the goddamn phone so much.’

‘How the fuck is that my fault? It has nothing do with that’, Richie argues frustrate, it’s obvious from the way he snapped back at Eddie he is equally as overwrought as Eddie.

‘You’re right, it’s mine. I’ve pushed her away by being to hands on. I should have given her more freedom to do what she wanted and I-‘

‘Eddie no. I honestly don’t think there’s anyone less strict as you. You remember when she was ten and she asked for two ice creams in a row and you just gave them to her because we were on a vacation?’

‘Stop dad. Pop’s right, I’m not running away for fuck sake’, Ellie yells out eventually, frustrated by the conversations taking place.

‘Ellie?’ A chair is pushed back and screeches across the floor, intending on the floor Eddie hammered on about being careful on.

‘Stay where you are, we’re on our way.’ Richie grounds out, seizing hold of his jacket and racing to the car. The connection then severs and dead silence is left in its wake.

‘Good luck with that.’

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Though Bev, Ben, Eddie and Richie live nearby, Ellie is shocked by the fast response as the car halts not fully parked, Eddie and Richie jumping out in pajama’s.

Bev opened the door, so they waltz right on it without regarding Bev, seizing Ellie in a close knit hug both Richie and Eddie participate in.

‘Don’t you ever, ever scare us like that again. You hear me?’ Richie threatens, his words crackling with relief that his daughter is fine.

‘I’m sorry, I won’t. I honestly thought I would be back before you knew it.’

‘Why are you here in the first place?’ The family remains close, Eddie’s hand holding Ellie’s forearm loosely.

A blush shoots up her cheeks, coloring them bright red at the question. 

‘Yeah about that, Is it not enough for me to promise to never do this again?‘

[bangtansbun]

Fireball || It’s Not Goodbye

pairing: yoongi x f.reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1,743

warnings: insinuation of sex within an established relationship

a/n: should be read as part 9 of the Fireball series. about a week has passed since the last update. Also I’m sorry this is kind of a short written part, but things have been hectic lately so it’s hard to find time to write. I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

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You wake up with a sickly feeling in your stomach. It’s the day before you leave for your new job as a graphic designer for a large corporation in Busan.

Yoongi is laid next to you, sleeping peacefully, and blissfully unaware of the slight panic that is settling into your mind and body. Even though you weren’t leaving until tomorrow, you insisted he spend the night with you last night (and he happily obliged). You were going to miss him so much.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you were going to be away from your home in Seoul for a whole year. Of course you could come visit on weekends and holidays, but you weren’t sure that would be enough for you.

Shaking your head lightly and trying to push those thoughts into the back of your mind, you get up and head  to the kitchen to make breakfast. As you pad your way to the kitchen, you pass by Moon’s room and you peak your head in to see if she’s awake. You come to find her sitting in her bed, hair still mussed from sleep, and watching some video on her laptop. “Hey, you wanna come make breakfast with me?” She instantly smiles back at you and closes her laptop as she moves to follow you into the kitchen.

You begin to pull everything out that you would need to make a pancake breakfast. “This might be the last time we get to make breakfast together for a while,” you mention bittersweetly to your best friend. She looks at you and makes a dramatic frown, “stoppp, you’re gonna make me cry all over the pancake batter.” You both giggle lightly at each other. “You know I’m going to come visit you as much as I can on weekends and I’d love for you to come see my new place too!” She grabs a ladle to start pouring the mixture into the pan, “yeah, of course I’ll come up to see your place! You can show me around the city too since you’ll be a full fledged Busan Girl by that point.” You roll your eyes in playfulness, “I’ll always be a Seoul Girl, please. Also, you have to keep me updated on you and Jimin, okay?” She nods at you and smiles. The two of you continue on with easy conversation as you continue to cook breakfast.

Yoongi takes forever to wake up so you and Moon decide to eat without him and keep his plate in the oven so it’s warm for when he wakes up. You decide not to wake him because today would be filled with packing boxes up  and carrying them back and forth from the apartment to the car. You would probably be an emotional wreck tonight too, so it’s best he gets his sleep now before you have him up all night. 

By the time he wakes up, you and your best friend have already started gathering up your belongings from the common area. All of your kitchen essentials, throw blankets from the living room, and coats from the coat closet. “Good afternoon, sleepy head,” you say in a sing-song voice to your only half-awake boyfriend. A simple unghh comes from him as he waddles into the kitchen like a zombie. “There’s pancakes for you in the oven and fruit and syrup on the counter, Yoongs,” you point out to him. He makes a little soft smile at you before grabbing for the pancakes. You continue to fill up the box you’ve been working on as you wait for him to fully regain consciousness.

As you’re placing things in the boxes, you’re reminded of each of the memories that come with them. The photo booth strip of you and Moon from the local fair you went too as teenagers. The framed photo of you and Yoongi from your first date together. Your throw blanket stained red on the corner from when you and your friends got too wine drunk one night and spilled it.

You feel kind of dumb for reminiscing like this and feeling so sad because it’s not like this was goodbye forever. You would be back in a year and your friends will still be here. Reminding yourself of this, you continue on packing and trying to remain positive about the new move.

It’s evening time now and you’ve pretty much got everything completely packed up. All that’s left are things you’ll need to use in the morning to get ready.

You’re sitting in your empty room, alone for the first time in 24 hours, and the emotions are really starting to kick in. About and hour ago you’d told Yoongi to head home for a bit to get anything else he might need for the next two nights and maybe take a nap since he helped you pack all day.

It feels so strange sitting in your room with nothing in the closet, no shelves on the wall to display your books, no clothing on the ground near the laundry basket. Sure, you’ve moved before, but never to a city across the country where you’re completely unfamiliar with everything and everyone. It was daunting to say the least.

The panic you pushed down earlier is starting to bubble back up to the surface. You’ve never been without your best friend, Moon. She’s all you’ve ever known to be constant in your life. You know nothing will happen to your friendship, but you’re going to miss her like crazy. She’s always been there to give you advice, make you laugh, and be your shoulder to cry on. She was your soulmate in many ways. It will be hard to get home from work in the evenings and not be able to run into her room to talk to her about the latest office scandal.

Your eyes are beginning to tear up now at the thought of no longer living with your best friend.

Then there’s Yoongi to think about. He has been your rock for the past year and a half you’ve been together. He loved you even with all of the baggage you came with when you first got together. He’s the most supportive person you’ve ever met, not even batting an eyelash when he looked you in the eyes the other day to tell you he’s so proud of you and loves you so much. You’ve seen each other grow so much in the time you’ve been together and it kills you to think you’ll barely get to see him in person for a whole year.

Tears are rolling down your cheeks in a full on sob now. All you want to do is curl up into your bed in the fetal position, pull the blankets completely over you, and pretend all of this isn’t happening. The overwhelming feeling of sadness is consuming you. So much that you don’t even hear Yoongi come into the apartment and push open your bedroom door. 

He rushes over to you once he notices your tear-streaked face. “Baby, what’s going on?” He brushes the wetness off of your cheeks. “I’m just so scared to go w-where I don’t k-now anyone and I don’t want to leave y-you,” you manage to choke out in between sobs. “Oh, y/n, I know you don’t want to leave, but this is going to be such an amazing career opportunity for you. And, as you said, you can transfer back to the Seoul location after the year is up. It’ll fly by so fast, I promise.” He tilts your head up so you’re forced to look at him and he plants a gentle kiss on to your lips. It’s wet and salty, but he’s loving on you so you don’t mind. 

You try to clear your voice to speak some more, but it still comes out sounding  weak, “b-but what if something happens? Like, what if you m-meet someone while I’m gone or don’t w-want to wait for me anymore.” Your body begins to shake at the thought of any of that happening. You know Yoongi is a good man and would never do anything to hurt you, but you can’t keep your mind from going to that dark place.

Still holding your face in place so you’re looking directly at him, “y/n, that would never happen. I love you so much and I want to be with you, regardless of the distance. You’re my baby and I’m not just going to let go of you that easily.  You’d have to try a lot harder than just getting a job in a different city.” His words fill you with warm reassurance. Deep down you knew this would be his response, but it’s good to hear him say it out loud.

He leans in to kiss you again, this time deeper and full of meaning. You’ve stopped crying now, but the kisses are still wet and desperate. He’s pouring all of his love into you so that you have no doubt left in you that he loves you.

You can feel it in the way he pushes your stray hairs behind your ear. In the way he kisses all over your face, as if he’s using his lips to commit you to memory. In the way he lingers on your lips before he fully pulls aways because he doesn’t want it to stop.

Once you’ve calmed down enough, you both change into more comfortable clothes and settle into bed in the near vacant room. But it feels full with him laying next to you in bed.

He spent the next hour or so showing you how much he loves you and doesn’t want to let you go. Memories of his voice, touch, and smell stored safely in your mind for when you’ll need it while you’re gone. The two of you fell asleep curled up in each other’s arms and legs tangled beneath the sheets. No worry or question of his love for you was left when you fell asleep.

That was the first night you’d slept that well in the past week. When you wake up you feel rested and a little more excited than worried about your move. While it wasn’t a complete 180 from yesterday, you feel lighter now and more sure of your decision. You’d be back in a year and you all would pick up right where you left off.

[fairymadnessyeah]

That Little Bit of Me inside of You

Summary: What if when White Diamond used her powers on Steven something different happened? 

SPOILERS for Homeworld Bound. See the episode first.

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As soon as Spinnel left the room, White Diamond started to work. Different light bath the room in their light, changing until White was completely pink. She opened her eyes and slowly blinked, getting accustomed to the light.

"That's weird, shouldn't I be able to move your body," Steven said after he felt nothing from the change. He started flopping his arms and jumping up and down, to try to activate whatever he needed to activate, and finally get some awareness over what was happening to him. He tried more movements, but stopped once he noticed White was crying. "Oh no, Am I hurting you!? Is it my Diamond powers!?..."

"No! No!" White's body said with a different voice. A... familiar different voice. Steven couldn't help but think he heard it somewhere before. White wiped away her tears and kneeled in front of him to get closer. "Oh Steven, I never thought I would be able to meet you... or see you face to face..." White said as she smiled at him, a few tears coming out as she watched him.

"Mom...?" He asked confused, happy, sad. He was going a million emotions at a time. He was already having problems, he didn't need this again. He thought he had put This behind him, that he already had an answer for it. He wasn't his mom, he was Steven. Not Rose, not Pink. Steven... Right?

"STEVEN!" His mother's voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Please, stop thinking like that! You are Steven! You are your own person! There is still a little of me inside of you, White must have sensed that a pulled me through thinking it was you! Now please, slow your breathing!" He never noticed he was hyperventilating until she mentioned it. He saw his mother do exaggerate breathing gestures with White's body and tried to copy them. After a while, he calmed down. His mother let out a relieved sigh and smiled at him again.

She lowered her hand until it was right beside him, with the back of White's hand against the floor. Perceiving the silent question, he climbed on top of it and braced himself against one a pink finger when she moved the hand closer to her. Once he was in front of her, her smile got somehow wider. And prouder.

"...So... Ummm... What's up Mom...?" He said, looking at his feet. God, this is so awkward. What am I supposed to say to a mom? I never had one. And after everything she's done, everything I had to fix for her. What am I supposed to think of her?

But she seems to be able to read his thought, because as soon as he started remembering everything he had to go through because of her, she began talking again, making him look up to her.

"Steven, I'm sorry. I never meant for my actions to catch up with you. When I had you, I thought you would live a happy life with Greg and the Gems on Earth," She told him as the last of her tears dried.

"...Thanks. It's nice to hear that from you," He told her with a small smile. Then an idea crossed his mind in a flash. "You should come back with me. Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, they all miss you... and, the rest of the Diamonds... they'll all be so happy to see you again"

Rose's smile became more melancholic. "Steven, I can't do that. It wouldn't be right for me to just highjack White's life away. She has a new purpose. A good one, even. I can't just steal that away from her" She explained to him with sadness in her eyes. She wish she could. There was nothing she wanted more than to see her son every day and spend time with him and her family back on earth. But she couldn't.

"Oh, right..." Steven sighed as he thought better about it. "But.. you could come to apologize-"

"I can't do that either" She disagreed.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not sorry." She pointed out to him. "Every decision I took, every move I made, every battle I fought; they have all been choices I was ready and proud to make. Starting the rebellion, faking my shattering. I can't apologise for them if I'm not sorry about them. How could I be?..." She smiled at him again and petted his hair with giant fingers. "They all lead me to you."

He smiled a little wider at that and leaned into the comforting affection. Rose squinted her eyes at him, wetted her finger with her tongue and then stroked carefully his cheek, trying to clean him. Steven groaned at the embarrassing motion, but chuckled anyway. It was nice. He liked having a mom.

He had gone a lot of years being quietly envious on the sides as others celebrated Mother's day or did something with their mothers. He may have his dad and the gems and he would never replace their moments together. But somethings you had to experience. His mother consoling him, loving him in real life, face to face, was one of those.

"Anyways, you needed somebody to talk to?" She asked him cautiously and still a little awkward. "I don't know if I will have all the answers or solutions to your problems... But I have always been a good listener..."

Steven sighed and sat on the pink hand holding him. "It all started a couple of months ago...

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"So I came here to see if maybe the Diamonds could help me."

Rose in White's body hummed in understanding. She had listened to her son's tale of events that had been driven him mad quietly. Sometimes adding a, "That such a Garnet thing to do" or "She did that?". 

They had changed positions and moved around to get more comfortable. From placing Steven in her shoulder, to sitting in front of each other. Now, Rose was laying down flat on the floor, with Steven on top of her, settled on top of her chest in a fetal position, as she caressed him lovingly. Her other hand placed on her tummy and ready to catch Steven if he slipped. It had happened and she had caught him. She was cuddling him like a baby when he was a 17-year-old teenager. But Steven did not care in the slightest.

He had never done or feel anything like it before. As if he was wrapped in the coziest and warmest of blankets, that left him feeling safe and light. The last time he had felt like this was when he was a kid and his dad consoled him after a nightmare. 

He liked it in here. He had torn open his heart to her, exhibited his fears and insecurities, his mistakes and embarrassments. But instead of feeling exposed, misunderstood or judged like he would feel with the gems or his dad, he felt like he could finally breathe. Maybe because he knew Rose had made a lot of mistakes? Because she was a part of him? Or maybe the simple reason that she was his mom and would love him no matter what made him feel more relaxed about his confession.

"Steven, what you have been going through is a lot." She said still gracing him tenderly. "Too much in my opinion. And you are so accustomed to being asked for help and putting your feelings aside that you don't know how to ask for help anymore." Steven felt her sat up and cradle him in her hand to look at each other again. "You have so many people that love you and cares for you. And you have asked them for aid, I know you have. But asking and letting them is very different."

Steven nodded and held onto his pink giant mother tighter. Pink embraced him tighter too. He loved having a mom.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Rose hummed, signaling him to continue. "Why did you bubble Bismuth? And leave Spinnel in that garden?" 

"Well," She balled herself up and left Steven on top of her knees. "When they first gave me Spinnel, I thought they were trying to get rid of me, give me something to entertain myself so that I would leave them alone... But then I realized that they saw me as Spinnel. I was a joke, an entertainment for them. They wanted me to be like Spinnel, always happy and content with what they gave me yet never complain or ask for more. To be treated like a Diamond, I had to leave her behind. And... she can be a little annoying sometimes." She whispered to him the last part and he chuckled in agreement.

"And Bismuth?... I was afraid she would shatter me on the spot if I told her I was Pink Diamond, when she showed me the breaking point. But I also didn't want her to go through the motions of shattering a gem... I had had gem shattered before, and it's one of the coldest and most horrific things someone can feel." Steven felt her shiver and she must have noticed his frightened expression at the mention of shattering, because without missing a bit, she began to calm him down. "Shhhh, It's okay," She told him as she stroked him warmly. "Remember, what happened with Jasper was an accident. Bismuth wasn't talking about an accident, she was determined to see her plan to the end... After everything, I couldn't face her." 

Steven, having the newest urge to not see his mother sad, jumped to her face, and embraced her, trying to pass his happiness and joy to her. She giggled and moved her hands to support him. When he lessened his hold, she moved him away to see him better. When they were again face to face, she started to rub her thumb against his belly.

Steven was laughing and telling his mom to stop since he was very ticklish when the doors slid open. Yellow and Blue Diamond stepping in with Spinnel in Blue's hair loop around her gem. Both parties ceased their activities, with Blue and Yellow stopping their chat with Spinnel and Pink halting her tickling and standing up straight with a jump, hiding Steven behind her. Old habits die hard and she had been hiding Pebbles a good chunk of her life.

"Well, White, it seems like you have discovered a new ability within your new power. Fascinating" Yellow stated, her eyes observant with interest and curiosity. 

"Yellow, please, we only came because Spinnel told us, you had been here for a while. I hope we weren't interrupting." Blue said and waited for an answer.

Rose raised her hands to make Steven face the other Diamonds with her. Mother and Son looked at each other confused and uncertain. Then, Rose giggled with Steven following her. She looked back to her sisters and said:

"You two haven't changed that much." 

The reaction was immediate. Both Diamonds let out a gasp, their eyes widened in disbelief. Spinnel got rigid and the little bouncing he was doing perched in Blue stopped.

Rose turned back to Steven and with a sad sigh said "I guess this is my cue. Now, promise me you will let your family help you. All your family. Even your... Ummmm.... what was that word that Greg had taught me...OH... Ants... your Diamond Ants. They may not seem like it now, but they can be very wise."

Steven smiled but it faltered easily. He glanced at the pink face of White and felt tears slide down his cheeks. He swipes them away with his sleeve and hugs her thumb. "I'm going to miss you Mom" He told her as he squeezed his face against her digit. To try and stop her from seeing him cry.

"But, Steven, I'm not going anywhere. I'm always going to be beside you. There will always be a little of me inside you. Remember that, okay?" She told him as he slowly let go of her finger. She kissed him on the top of his head, White's giant lips reaching even to his forehead. On that kiss, she left every littlest emotion she felt for him. How proud she was, how happy. "I love you, Steven."

"I love you, too, Mom"

Rose lowered him to the ground and when she stood up, the pink slowly left White's body, bathing her again in her original flawless white. The large Diamond blinked twice before the water-works began.

Not only was White crying but Yellow, Blue, and Spinnel, that had been quietly astounded from the shock, snapped out of it and bombarded Steven with questions. They were all crying. Some leftover tears, some heavy tears and some light but very angry tears. 

Steven tried to explain as best as he could. How White must have pulled out a little spark that was left of his mom, that they had talked and that she had helped him and cuddled him like nobody had ever before. The three Diamonds and Spinnel listened attentively, then the three younger gems looked at the eldest one and asked if she remembered anything.

"Not much..." White admitted. "I remember feeling, pain, sorrow, fear,  but they were all overshadowed by love, joy, and... warmth." White sniffed and rubbed off the last of her tears. "I might be a bit tired from it, so I will go lie down for a while."

"I'll help you there" The only male offered her.

White nodded as a thank you, and headed towards the door, with Steve hot on her heal. "Steven," Yellow called him. "I was wondering how much time you will be staying. We can have a room prepared for you with all your human necessities" 

"Yeah, that'll be nice. I kinda want to stay for a while longer"

[lifeisntafantasy]

Useless

TW: Cursing, insults, crying, worrying, shouting.

3rd person p.o.v.

"Why do you keep shutting down everything I come up with?" Roman all but shouted at Logan.

The four main sides were all gathered in Thomas's living room after being summoned by their host to come up with something for his channel. They were already working on a Sanders Sides video, but Thomas wanted to post a video in between to satisfy his viewers until they finish the Sanders Sides video.

"I don't shut down everything, but I'm shutting down these ideas because they're delusional," Logan sighed loudly. "Thomas cannot make a video about buying a mansion, seeing as he doesn't have enough money to afford it. The same thing applies to buying a private jet, a sports car, and all other frivolous items you've suggested. Thomas being able to afford such things is improbable, and therefore useless."

Roman was fed up with Logan constantly shooting down his ideas that be worked hard to come up with. It was quite infuriating, and Roman was not going to deal with it anymore. So he shouted the first thing that came to his head.

"You're the useless one!" Roman growled, and almost immediately regretted it as he saw the look of hurt slip over Logan's face. He knew Logan already doubted how much Thomas needed him, but his pride would not let him back down. "All you do is shoot down Thomas's ideas! You're not beneficial in any way to him! You're not letting him achieve anything he dreams of doing, and you're only hurting him! Thomas doesn't need you!" Roman was panting from the amount of emotions he was feeling.

Logan's eyes shone with tears as he sunk out into his room, unable to endure the insults directed at him anymore.

Roman looked at the other males in the room, at staring at him in anger and horror. He took a deep breath and looked at his hands clenched at his sides, thinking about what he said.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit," Roman mumbled then looked back at the others. "I just fucked up really bad, didn't I?"

To Roman's surprise, Thomas responded first, his voice shaking in anger and sound more enraged than the creative side had ever heard from the usually cheerful man.

"Roman, how dare you say that to him?! You are all important and needed parts of me! You better go fucking apologize to him! What you said was just awful, and I never, ever want to find out you said something like that to any of the sides ever again, especially Logan! You know how useless he feels already! Go apologize!" Thomas shouted, his face red with fury. He turned to Patton and Virgil and took a deep breath. "Can you two go with him please? Make sure Logan is okay. Once you make sure he's okay bring him back here, please."

All three of the sides nodded, Roman rushing to leave, the other two following behind. Roman rushed to the dark blue door that was across the hallway from his own bedroom entrance.

"Logan? Are you okay? I'm sorry about what I said. I'm so fucking sorry. None of it was true. I was just angry. I'm so, so sorry." Roman knocked on the door after not hearing anything. "Logan, are you okay?"

There was still not response, and the other two sides that were standing there were also getting nervous.

Roman sigh and grabbed a bobby pin from his hair. The door was locked and the quickest way to get it to open was to pick the lock. As soon as he heard the lock click, he pushed the door open, quickly scanning the room for Logan.

Apparently Virgil found Logan first. The latter was curled up under his desk, legs folded against his chest in the fetal position, head resting on his knees, and the quiet sobs were heard.

Virgil motioned for Roman to go sit next to Logan.

Roman tentatively sat next to Logan and put a hand on his shoulder. Logan jumped and glared at the fanciful man next to him.

"Go away, Roman. I do not need to hear you telling me how useless and not needed I am," Logan said, sniffling and putting his head back in his knees, his next words coming out muffled. "I know it is true, but I do not wish to have it figuratively rubbed in my face."

Roman took a deep breath, "Logan, I did not mean a single word I said. You are so important to help Thomas function. He wouldn't be who he is without you. I deeply regret what I said to you while I was angry. I hope you know that we all think you're incredibly important and needed. I sincerely apologize for making you think otherwise."

Logan didn't move. For a moment all the sides heard were small sniffles coming from the logical trait.

Roman sighed, "I understand if you don't forgive me. What I did was truly awful. But I do hope you know that I really didn't mean all those crude things, and I mean this apology with all of my heart. I'll leave you with Virgil and Patton, so they can hopefully cheer you up better then I can."

Roman took a deep breath and left the room. He let a few tears slip from beneath his eyelids, then stopped himself. He didn't deserve to cry. He's the one who caused Logan pain, and if Logan didn't end up forgiving Roman, he understood completely.

Roman rose up into Thomas's living room once again, this time to find Thomas sitting on the sofa simply waiting for his logical side's return.

Thomas looked Roman straight in the eyes.

"I assume you've apologized to Logan for the awful things you said?" The host questioned.

Roman nodded, "I did. I don't think he forgives me, and that's fine. What I did was terrible, and if I were him I wouldn't forgive me either."

Thomas sighed patted the seat next to him for Roman to sit, and Roman quietly obliged.

"Is Logan okay?" Thomas asked softly.

"I hope so. Patton and Virgil are there trying to cheer him up," Roman sighed and placed his head in his hands. "I truly feel terrible for what I did."

"I know you do, Bud. Do you want to help me set up a blanket fort for when the others come back? Then we can all have a movie night and, hopefully, calm everyone down from what happened."

Roman nodded and they set off to work.

They finished their blanket fort just in time for when Logan, Patton, and Virgil arrived.

Thomas smiled at Logan softly.

"How are you feelin', Buddy?" He asked kindly.

Logan sighed, "Tired, but slightly better than before, I suppose."

"I'm glad. Are you down with watching some movies in this blanket fort with us? We can watch whatever you would like, and this fort is pretty awesome, if I do say so myself," Thomas smiled wider.

Logan chucked and nodded, "Watching movies does sound satisfactory. May we watch Big Hero 6?"

Thomas nodded and quickly went to set up the movie.

Logan turned to look at Roman, who hadn't spoken since Logan arrived. Logan sighed when he saw how guilty Roman was feeling.

"Roman, as much as I hate what you said to me, I accept your apology. Although I do not forgive you yet, I am glad you realize what you did was wrong and I am willing to try to forgive you with some time," Logan said.

Roman smiled, "I am so glad you accept my apology!"

Logan nodded with a small smile and went to sit down in the blanket fort with the other sides. Usually he would find such things childish and not needed, but right now he was tired and it looked comfortable. He was also happy Thomas and Roman went through the trouble to make this for him, to make him feel better.

Roman sat down outside the blanket fort. He didn't want to hurt Logan more. Logan said he accepts Roman's apology, but Roman wasn't forgiven. And he understood why he wasn't forgiven. So Roman decided to stay outside the fort.

Logan frowned when he saw Roman sit down outside the fort. He didn't want Roman to exclude himself for Logan's sake. Although Roman didn't say why he sat outside the fort, Logan knew it was because he still felt bad and didn't want to upset Logan, and Logan didn't accept that. Logan was fine, and Roman deserved to be in the fort, which was super comfortable.

Logan sighed and crawled next to Roman. As he got next to Roman he sat down, crossing his legs.

Roman looked at him, confusion written all over his face, and he said, "What are you doing? Why aren't you in the fort? We made it for you to sit in."

Logan smiled a small bit and said, "If you are not going in the fort, neither am I."

Roman only looked more confused now.

"Why?"

"Because you helped make the fort, and you shouldn't have to sit next to it. It is extremely comfortable, and out here is not nearly as nice. You should come in the fort," Logan said quietly as the movie started.

Roman sighed, "Fine. If I go in the fort, you will, too?"

Logan nodded, and Roman sighed once again as he crawled into the fort. Logan smiled and crawled in after him, settling down next to the imaginative trait, and watching the movie.

Um that's the end. Was this good? No. Am I proud of it? Also no. Will I ever be proud of my writing? Also probably no.

Anyways, here you go! Hope you enjoyed!

[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Manifest (MiriTama)

Mirio X Amajiki

Prompt - Amajiki’s quirk is manifest... Do you think if he ate someone, he could use their quirk? That’s what Overhaul was wondering too... (CONTAINS DARK STUFF)

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Tamaki's breaths picked up at the footsteps coming down the corridor - slow, harsh and the only sound apart from the anxiety attack he was suffering through. It was ricocheting off of the walls and clean floors, sounding louder than they really were.

"Manifest is an amazing quirk you know."

He was here, at the door, peaking his face through the bars, mask protruding into the room. Amajiki tried to shuffle backwards, but the chains didn't allow it. His hands were bound together and had a metal clasp on, and his legs were in the same boat, just not tied together. SunEater couldn't even see his fingers at this point. He figured early on that it was so he couldn't use his quirk - so why was OverHaul so immersed by it now?

"It would be a shame if we didn't test it's full potential, isn't that right SunEater?"

Biting his lip to avoid crying out in fear, he looked away from the door, towards one of the walls, focusing on a large dent in the plaster. The metal hinges creaked with age as the hatch was taken off and the door opened a bit, allowing the leader of the clan to step inside. OverHaul wasted no time slamming the door behind him, making the indigo-haired boy jump in shock.

"I really wish you'd speak to me." He almost purred, walking up to the student, crouching down at his level, gazing into his eyes. "You should also try looking at me. Avoiding eye contact is a bad sign of being a guest." He teased.

Indigo eyes met gold orbs, and SunEater couldn't help the terrifying squeak let out at the dead look he was being given. A hand slapped his face harshly, jolting the head and moving it with the force of the hit. Amajiki hid the whimper, quickly correcting himself and sitting straight once more. "Speak God-Dammit!" OverHaul snarled, grabbing a fistful of his hair, tugging on it so their faces met - though the mask proved some difficulty being even closer, the villain didn't mind, slamming his head backwards into the wall behind him, making a large dent in the plaster. "You're not fucking mute are you?"

Now he understood why the room was littered with cracks. "N-No."

The hand released - he let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear." The brunette was probably smiling under the bird mask. "Sit tight, my little elf." A tug on the ear made him flinch awkwardly - his ears, believe it or not, were actually really sensitive. "I'll be back with something to eat for you - can't have you going hungry, no?"

Tamaki had barely been in this retched place for ten seconds, and now he was being fed? Surely they realized once he ate, he could use said food to fight out of his restraints and escape? Something sticky was running down the back of his neck, making him shiver and stop thinking momentarily. He rubbed his neck against the wall, turning his head to see what it was in the dim lighting.

It was blood - of course.

...

Mirio growled in frustration, banging his fists angrily on the table in front of him until his hands phased through. His body was shaking in horror of what had happened to his best friend.

Midoriya was next to him, standing quietly, not judging him in the slightest whatsoever. "We'll find him." He assured the older teen, brushing back some of his green hair behind his ear. "We won't stop till we do."

"You don't get it, Izuku." Togata's voice was raw with pain. "This is my fault - if I hadn't run up ahead and stayed with the group, we could have avoided all of this."

The first year student sighed, shaking his head as if to object. "It isn't." He said quietly. "If anything, it's our faults." Taking the blame onto himself was something Midoriya did quite well - this time he really felt as if it was his fault however. His lip quivered. "Amajiki-San told us to go on, but we should have realized the villains quirks were the opposites of his from the de-briefing. Besides-" Izuku looked into his eyes deeply. "-you saved Eri. Amajiki-San would be proud."

LeMillion gave a small chuckle. "How about we say we all messed up?" He tried, blue eyes clouding up with unshed tears that he refused to let fall. Midoriya smiled shakily.

...

Resting his eyes for even a second was a bad decision. The door practically broke being thrown open, and a cheery-looking villain came waltzing in, carrying something that definitely smelt uncooked and disgusting before he even looked at it. "Bon appetite." He giggled, placing a plate down on the floor.

Amajiki must have been here longer than he thought - he could no longer use his quirk since all the food he'd eaten earlier had passed through his system. The guard had no worried look upon him as he undid the restraints before jogging out the room, laughing like a maniac.  

Crawling sluggishly over to the plate, he glanced down on whatever they'd decided to feed him. It looked to be some form of meat - raw though. Luckily, eating raw food was better than eating cooked when it came to his quirk. SunEater didn't normally go raw however, but this was an exception.

He picked up a slab - it still had blood on it, making him feel queasy. Rather than retching up stomach acid and making his throat sore, he quickly took a bite, and the taste was... indescribable. Gagging, he pushed on, taking another small bite before coughing violently, putting the food back, getting on his hands and knees, trying to control the heaves.

"Does it taste nice, SunEater?" OverHaul was back, peaking through the bars, not willing to open the door this time. "I wonder what it tastes like." He pondered, totally unfazed at the near-vomiting teen. "I've never eaten human flesh before."

Amajiki died a little in those few moments. "W-W..." His voice left him, he raised a hand to his mouth, willing the 'food' to come back out. "Why?" He cried out in horror.  

"I wanted to test a theory." The door was opening again, but Amajiki didn't look up, trying to focus on not throwing up - it would be a sign of weakness, one he couldn't afford. The feet were moving towards him. "The man you ate had a quirk. I just wonder if you can use it now?"

It was sick - disgusting - what OverHaul had done to him. Tamaki fought his building rage at the violation of his own quirk. Standing up shakily, he tried to defend himself this time, but the nausea in his stomach made him clench his gut instead. "You're cruel." He sobbed out in agony, widening his eyes as the villain charged forward, bringing up a fist to punch at his already sore stomach.

Feeling the hand connect with his stomach was enough to make him winded, and he reached out a hand, begging, just begging, for the humans quirk to appear, for this to end, to be left alone. Nothing came out of his fingertips or arms. OverHaul slammed his knee into his stomach, and SunEater couldn't hold it in, keeling over and vomiting on the floor violently.

"Disgusting."

The man left him there, untied and curled in the fetal position, too weak to get up anymore; SunEater allowed himself to break in the dim room, facing away from the door, shaking in fear and utter terror.

...

"You've got an idea of where he is?" Mirio couldn't help but break out in a happy smile, looking at Nighteye, his mentor, with a more relaxed gaze than he had at all in the past few days.

The Pro-Hero glanced at the blond man. "Yes." He said slowly, pushing up his glasses. "But only an idea. You are more than welcome to tag along."

The student nodded vigorously. "Anything for Tamaki." He almost stated. "I'll help Bubble Girl gather some people immediately."

...

A tutting noise awoke Tamaki from his dreamless sleep filled with an anxious mind and pain-filled body. His eyes shot open, and he shakily lifted himself up by his elbows, prepared to fight, to try and stop the punches firing down on him.

However no punches came, no shouts, no yells and no pain. A hand grabbed his wrists simply attaching the cuffs back on them, moving to his legs and shackling them too. Tamaki thought that was it, but his eyes widened when a muzzle was placed over his head, like he was some animal. "N-no!" He whimpered, but he could do nothing more than jerk his head around. A hand tugging on his hair stilled him.  

"You don't get to choose anything, SunEater."

The door slammed shut again, and Tamaki brought his cold hands up to his face. The metal rubbed against his skin, and he pressed his face against the cold object, sighing shakily. "Mirio." He whispered out, voice broken and cracked. "Please help me."

...

OverHaul was taken care of, being hauled out of the room beaten and bloodied by Aizawa and his scarf, the Pro-Hero's eyes a deep red, angered, yet calm with his fluid movements. "I'll wait outside, go find SunEater."

Mirio couldn't contain his anger at the savages in front of him, but he breathed deeply, using his quirk to pass through corridor after corridor, room after room, finding villains running away, finding dead bodies littered around the place, finding nothing until finally.

A door, in the corner of the long corridor - he'd almost missed it, and that tore at his gut. he might not have found his best friend because of his stupidity. Stopping the use of his quirk, he walked down the rest of the way, finding the door had some bars on it, and he peaked inside.

His eyes widened. "N-No more." Came the voice from the inside. "Please..."

"Hey, hey." He said softly, braking through the door, kneeling down to his friends slumped body. There was blood everywhere, and a pile of vomit in the corner. A plate of something foul sat nearby. His throat tightened at the colour of the object - it was the same as the body of one young man he'd passed, whom was missing a slab of his ribs. "It's Mirio, Tamaki, it's me."

...

There was a muzzle on his friends face, and his hands and feet were bound tightly. Amajiki was shaking violently against the shackles. Using a knife he'd brought that was made specifically for his quirk, he picked at the locks as quickly as he could with one hand, the other taking the muzzle off and stroking the blood-stained hair softly. The teen flinched under his hand, and his heart shattered. "I've got you now." He spoke ever so quietly, finally getting through the restraints, lifting the skinny boy easily into his arms. "It's going to be okay."

The walk back through the halls was painfully slow - every moment took a toll on Tamaki's body, and he was sobbing with terror. "You have to take me back." He pleaded. "He'll kill me if he finds me here."

"No he won't. EraserHead has him in custody, it's okay."

"A-Are you sure?" His voice was tiny and almost childlike.

"Positive." Mirio smiled, but his mind was screaming at how wrong everything was, and how much healing his friend would have to go through. "I helped him take him down myself."

...

Togata sighed, placing down some apple slices on the coffee table, looking to his left at the teen curled up on the sofa, stomach and the back of his head wrapped in bandages. "Are you sure you don't want some? It's only apple." He promised.

Mirio's eye felt wet when a deep sob was drawn from his friend. "He made me eat someone, Miri'." He shook his head violently, curling up and pressing his chin to his knees. "I was so disgusted, but I couldn't throw up and I couldn't do anything!"

LeMillion came over, softly approaching his friend, sitting down besides him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly until the boy unlatched from the fetal position, burying himself into the crook of his neck. "I know." He said simply. "This'll be a hill for us both to climb." He confessed quietly, smoothing over tension in Amajiki's back. "But I'll match you step by step. We'll get over this eventually."

"I wish it never happened." Tamaki sobbed.

"I do too." Hearing his friends choked sobs brought tears to his own eyes, and he felt them running down his face. He didn't wipe them away however - he needed Tamaki to understand that he would be with him, in tears and in spirit. "However, this is what we've got instead." He tried not to be harsh with his wording, but he probably could have done better. "Let's do this. The sooner you're healed, the sooner you can meet Eri. She's bound to put a smile on your face."

SunEater inhaled shakily. "I can imagine." He whispered tightly, hand grasping his best friends shirt, fingers wound in the fabric like it would keep him safe if he held on. "I'd l-like to try and ea-eat something now..."

Mirio ended up having to cut the skin off the red apple, the crimson colour too much for the recovering hero-in-training. But he ate, and all was silent and well as they watched an old cartoon from their childhoods. Amajiki was falling asleep on his shoulder, relaxed and at peace at last. It really did put a smile on Togata's face, to have his sunshine back and all together. Or well, mostly.

He would heal, Mirio was certain. If he didn't though, the student couldn't blame him, and would learn to love the new Manifest-quirk user that was his best friend.