#I think I made his nose too big in the front view..I'm still learning the Mario art style (if it even has a name??) so plz go easy on me://

[cheekyvix3n]

Bro thinks it's still Halloween😭🎃🦇(Ik I'm super late plz don't k1ll me💔)

CLOSE UPS!! 🗣️🔥🔥

Refs I used for those who gaf :pp

K BYEEE!!!

[lancermylove]

Teen MC: Influenced by the Internet (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic

Warning: Language

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could I request Obey Me headcanons for a teen mc who's being groomed on the internet? I know this sounds like and odd topic but something I feel is really prevalent is the stuff that teens these days do online and the lack of intervention from adults. Teens just shouldn't be dating online and it's so sad to see how their manipulated.

A/N: Anon, I can't agree with you more. It's sad to see how kids/teens are exploited without realizing it. I know you said you meant both the formal definition and internet trend, but writing for the formal definition of grooming is disturbing for me. I honestly can't even fathom how sick-minded people can be. I will treat your request as MC closely following different internet/trends.

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Lucifer heard you crying and asked what happened? He was worried they were injured or someone had said something to them.

But he wasn't expecting MC to say their nose was too big, their skin had textures, and their figure was not on trend.

"I need surgery to make my nose smaller...and stop eating and exercise more. Is there a way to get rid of skin texture? Maybe I should ask -"

"(Y/n), you are fine as you are. Would you kindly stop belittling yourself?" Lucifer sat down beside you and squeezed your hand between his hands. "You may not believe me, but you are perfect. Your nose suits your face. Your skin texture adds to your beauty. Your body is beautiful. There is no need to follow trends. Follow what makes you content, not to suit the unnecessary standards of insecure people."

Lucifer never understood trends but didn't bother to stop Asmo. Now, though, seeing you following the same trends bothers him much more than he wants to admit. Lucifer refuses to let you look down on yourself - your beautiful self.

Mammon raised an eyebrow and pressed an ear to your door. What were you watching? Why did it sound like...oh hell nah.

He kicked open your door and ran straight for you, not giving you enough time to react. He stared at your screen in horror.

"(Y/n)...why are ya watchin' things meant for adults? How did you learn 'bout this?"

You rolled your eyes and told him you were already a teenager, which meant you were practically an adult. "Besides, everyone my age is watching stuff like this all the time."

"Well, you ain't everyone. (Y/n), you're different than 'em...so don't go around comparin' yourself to 'em," Mammon sighed and shut the laptop but not before exiting the rated site. "You ain't gotta do what others do - you've your own mind and thoughts...you're your own individual. I'm not tryin' to lecture ya or anythin', but (y/n), enjoy the innocent times while ya still have 'em. 'Cause when ya get older, you're goin' to wish you were back to these times...so enjoy it while ya still can, y'know."

Mammon set your laptop in front of you and met your eyes, "Also, I ain't gonna tell Lucifer 'bout this, but if you go onto these kinds of sites again, I'm gonna tell him."

Levi went to get a glass of water in the kitchen, but as he passed your room, he heard you say, "So in today's video, I will hang myself from this noose and see how long I can stay."

He ran into your room, only to find you standing on a small stool pretending to hang from the noose. What were you doing?

A few days later, he found you in the woods with torn clothes and muddy makeup, making a video about how poor you were. He was confused but didn't think much.

Nothing made sense to him until he found your social media account. Were you doing all this for clout? Were you lying to your audience just to get likes and views?

Levi almost brushed it aside as you were trying to make it on social media, but then he saw the comments. Most of the comments were criticizing the demon brothers for not taking care of you.

It finally clicked. For the past two weeks, he and his brothers got hateful looks and nasty glares whenever they went outside. No one knew what was happening, not even Lucifer. He brought this up to Diavolo, but even the prince was clueless.

"(Y/n), can you stop?" Levi was nervous about confronting you alone but had to get answers.

"Stop what?"

"Making posts for clout. Did you s-see the comments? Everyone is looking down on us..."

"Who cares what they say? Just ignore them! My videos are getting so popular. Did you see how many likes and comments I got on my last video?"

Were likes and comments the only things that mattered to you? You were destroying their reputation and hurting them as well. They worked hard to build their reputation in Devildom, but that didn't matter to you, did it?

Levi quietly dragged his feet out of your room. He needed to tell his brothers before things got worst, but you will get mad at him. Why did he have to be the one to find out the reason the truth?

"You fckng b*tch."

Satan stared at you with wide eyes. Since when did you start using such language?

"Your outfit is just like your face. Ugly."

That was uncalled for. He watched the poor lady you criticized walk away with tears in her eyes. Where did the (y/n) he knew go, and who was this new person?

'You are such a bad actor. No one likes you, and your movies are horrible. Find a bridge and jump off.' Satan watched over your shoulder as you posted that comment on the actor's recent post.

Okay, this was crossing the line. Day in and out, he heard you using cuss words, trolling people online, and roasting everyone around you, including his brothers.

"(Y/n), what enjoyment do you get from hurting others?"

"Hurting? What are you talking about?"

"You just told the actor to take his life..." Satan furrowed his brows.

"I don't have anything against the actor. This is just how people talk today - it's on trend."

"And the day you told the lady her outfit was ugly like her face?"

"She asked for my opinion, so I roasted her."

"And when you cuss others out?" He curiously asked.

"It's cool to use cuss words," you laughed.

So that was it, huh? You were hurting others and demeaning them because it was trendy and to seem cool. Did you forget people had feelings? Your words had the power to hurt them? What if the actor actually listened to your comments and jumped off the bridge then what?

Satan massaged his temples as he felt a headache coming on. He had to figure out how to teach you an unforgettable lesson, so you would stop following useless and mean trends.

Asmo was all about being charming, cute, and seductive when needed, especially when it came to his social media posts. There's nothing wrong with giving your followers a little fan service. But what you were doing was unacceptable, even for him.

"Why are you doing this, (y/n)?" He asked uncomfortably.

"What? The thirst traps? I'm adding a little oomph for my followers. What's wrong with that?"

"You are not an adult...and there are creeps out there who might be misusing your content..."

"That's not my problem. I am following my heart, and there's nothing wrong with that," you huffed. "Why do you care anyways?"

"I do care. About you and your well-being...at least wait until you are a legal adult."

"Don't lecture me, Mom. I'm done talking about this."

Asmo watched you stomp out of his room while biting down on his lower lip - your behavior almost had him in tears. He needed to talk to his brothers about this.

"No, I don't want to eat that..."

"Are you feeling okay?" Beel asked, concerned. "Your...taste has changed, and you're a picky eater...did something happen?"

"No. Oh, Beel! Let's go to that cafe."

Even at the cafe, you were more interested in taking photos of the food than eating it. Beel watched you in confusion but brushed it aside until you took one bite of the sandwich and winced. Despite not enjoying the taste, you continued to eat it.

"Why are you forcing yourself to eat something you don't like? I can finish it for you..."

You shook your head, "This sandwich is trending on social media, so I have to eat it."

Your words made no sense to him. Why were you eating something you disliked just to follow a trend? Your food choice should be based on your liking, not what social media tells you to eat. "(Y/n), are you only eating trending food?"

"Yup! I want to feel included."

Beel sighed. That was far from healthy. He wondered if Solomon's cooking became a trend tomorrow, would you still eat it?

Belphie was asleep on your shoulder and woke to find you texting someone.

You were a little too friendly, but he assumed you were talking to your close friend. Then you switched to a different chat and were just as friendly.

"(Y/n)...who are you talking to? Your friends...?"

"Nope. They are strangers?"

He sat straight up and stared at you with wide eyes. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger?"

"That's stupid."

"But (y/n)...you are giving out personal information..."

"You are overthinking."

"No, (y/n)," Belphie sighed, "That's not okay. People aren't as nice as you think. They might try to take advantage of you..."

"Belphie, I know what I'm doing. OMG! Stop lecturing me."

After that response, Belphie didn't say anything and excused himself. He half wanted you to learn your lesson the hard way but didn't want you to have permanent scars.

He plans to talk to his brothers later to figure out how to scare you to get you to understand the possible consequences of your actions.

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[books-and-catears]

Right everyone hold on to your feels, you will shortly be boarding Angst Express 101. Just look at this brilliant and angsty ask I'm speechless. Even the pairings you asked for are so unique and well thought this is a perfect angst concept. And I really hope I could do this justice. Thank you so much for this ask @saltypaperdestiny

So very sorry for the delay, this was the longest ask I've ever written and boy was I delighted. Though I have to admit I had to cry through some of them myself. This is PART 1. Rest of the brothers and the newly Dateables coming soon in part 2.

Who loved you first? Pt1

Lucifer : Simeon

It was time, he decided. After months of being in your presence, his prideful heart had melted enough to recognise his feelings for you. You were the only he'd truly humble down for, because the affection and care you displayed was unparalled.

"MC please get dressed in something nice. I'm taking you to Ristorante Six as a thank you for helping me with Cerebus and the council paperwork" He says to you, barely containing the excitement. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he confessed and how you'd blush when you kissed your knuckles and your cheek and wait - What is Simeon doing in your room at this hour?

He didn't want to interrupt, surely it might be nothing to bother about. He patiently waited outside until he heard what Simeon said.

Simeon: MC... You look beautiful, what's the occasion?

MC: Aw thank you Simeon. You're always so kind. It's nothing much, Lucifer is taking me out as a thank you.

Simeon: Oh do you have to leave right away...?

MC: Oh no no. It's okay I have some more time.

Simeon: Well I originally came here to invite you to try Luke's latest attempt at some new recipes but now there's something else I feel like I must tell you. *Blushes* Something I've been holding back for too long.

MC: *joking* Oh what have you been hiding from me, angel? Speak I beseech you!

Simeon: *laughing and then going solemn* MC... *Takes your hands in his* I love you. I love you with all my heart.

MC: ....me? You love..me? But I'm not nearly-

Simeon: You're the most beautiful soul I've ever met. You radiate kindness and forgiveness and everything pure, overcoming the seven biggest evils you reside with. How can I not love you? Tell me, MC, will you accept me as yours?

Lucifer had a half a mind to storm in and laugh in Simeon's face. What a failure this attempt was going to be. His pride grew inside him as he stifled a laugh. MC was his and only his and now he would take pleasure in watching Simeon learn that. Surely MC was going to turn him down nicely but still. He creeped closer to the door, looking through the open crack.

MC: *in tears* Oh Simeon, I love you too! I never thought an angel could ever love me back!

Simeon: *kisses her knuckles* So... It's a yes?!

MC: Yes yes yes! Oh of course it's a yes! *Hugs him tight* My guardian angel who protects me in the dark, oh how I love you.

Simeon: *laughing as he picks you up and spins you around* Oh how happy you've made me MC! I'm the happiest being alive!

MC: *kissing his cheek* So am I, Simeon. I love you with all my heart.

It took Lucifer all his strength to not collapse or go into a violent frenzy. He balled up his fists so tight, the gloves started tearing at the seams. He watched you smiling so gleefully in his arms, looking so radiant. When Simeon dipped his head down to kiss you, the moonlight poured in through the window as if blessing your union.

It was supposed to be him. If only he made it to your room sooner, it could have been him. Embracing all your beauty, being the cause of the shining smile. IT COULD HAVE BEEN HIM.

At his best

"Are you really that happy with him?" he asks you later that night. The blush on your cheeks and that cheeky smile says it all.

"Congratulations MC." You look so joyous even at the thought of Simeon, how could he ruin that?

His temper is worse, more unforgiving towards all his brothers. He has to bear with your absence in the house all day. The fact that he knows you're at Purgatory hall, sipping tea and arm in arm with him pains him to think.

You bring Simeon along to the council to help him too. He outright denies and asks both of you to leave.

He only ever feels calm to see you alone, but that is even rarer with his brothers around to hog his remaining time.

Eventually makes his peace with it, maybe you're better off with someone as pure as yourself than a demon like him.

At his worst

His wrath is back. It's almost bad enough to birth another Satan. His sense of entitlement is through the roof.

He snaps three weeks later when Simeon and you tell everyone about it and decide that you'll be moving to Purgatory hall soon. Everyone claps and rejoices while Lucifer, drunk off Demonus, crashes the fun.

"Simeon, you dirty cheat, pretending to be all pure with your white wings and devious smile. How dare you?!" He says in calm and deadly rage.

"Lucifer... what's wrong-" You approach him to ask. He looks at you and you see the little tears in the corners.

"MC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE THAT NIGHT. MINE. NOT YOURS. THE ONLY BEING THAT CAME CLOSE ENOUGH TO STEAL MY HEART AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME."

Lucifer was louder now, hysterically angry, throwing his glass on the floor. "AND I KNOW THEY WOULD HAVE PICKED ME IF I GOT TO THEM FIRST! I LOVED THEM TOO DAMNIT." Simeon stood in front of you to protect you from Lucifer's rage. You hid your face in your hands, breaking down in sobs. What is happening? Where did you go wrong?

"Look at them, Lucifer. Look. At. What. You've. Done. And don't tell you've forgotten how many times you've threatened their lives before." Simeon said, holding you tight as you cried into his chest. "How dare you still feel like you deserve them?"

Lucifer sees you broken down, clutching onto Simeon for dear life, crying. You were smiling just a minute ago what has he done? Simeon blocked off his view with his pearly white wings. A reminder of what Lucifer used to be and cannot be again.

Mammon: Asmodeus

You were his human. And he was your first demon. No one was more territorial about you than him. So he finally made up his mind to seal the deal. No more lying about his feelings. He was going to claim you, once and for all. He imagined you smiling and running your hands through his hair and kissing him returning his feelings.

"MC! I brought the movie of the day!" He barged into your room excited, but you were nowhere to be found. Where could you have gone? It was your movie night with him. You were supposed to be waiting for him inside. He asked his brothers and they said you were with Asmo. He stomped his way up to Asmo's room and called out your name. No response. Not till he peeked inside the dark washroom. You were holding Asmo who looked very unstable and weak, sitting at the side of the bath.

MC: Asmo why don't you listen to me when I tell you not to drink so much!?

Asmo: I'm sorry MC *hic* I needed it today...

MC: Why? What's so scary that you don't have the confidence to do sober?

Asmo: MC do you think I look beautiful?

MC: Of course Asmo, you always do.

Asmo: Even with my runny make up, red nose and swollen eyes and this horrible complexion?

MC: *grabs his face* You're always beautiful to me MC.

Asmo: I...I stopped sleeping around MC. I couldn't do it anymore. *tearing up* Because to them, I'm only beautiful with a perfect covered up face.

MC: Asmo...they're blind and shallow demons who don't know anything! I know you, and I know how much more beautiful you are inside out. Don't listen to them.

Asmo feeling insecure about his appearance? What a big fat lie. Is this his new ploy to get to you? How irritating. It's not going to work, Mammon knows you're smarter than that. The Avatar of Lust can manipulate in many ways. Surely his human was smart enough to see through that!

Asmo: MC, I knew you were the one only who truly loved me. And today, I found the one I love too. Much more than I love myself. So I needed a drink to tell you this.

MC: Asmo...

Asmo: *holding your face gently* MC you saw past this pretty face. You saw the things I do more than what I am. Or what I pretend to be. I know it's hard to believe coming from the Avatar of Lust... But MC, I truly really love you. *looks down and sobs* But you probably can't believe me right?

MC: Asmo. Look at me. *You run your fingers through his hair and he looks up with teary eyes* I believe you. And I've loved you too. You're the only one who never hurt me. The one who willingly made a pact with me. You've been so sweet to me since I came. How could I love anyone else?

Asmo: MC I want you all to myself. Will you be mine? Only mine? I swear I'll keep you happy always!

MC: Of course Asmo. I'll all yours. I'm your little human. *giggling and kissing his head*

Asmo: *grabs and kisses you* MC, if you want, I can be your actual first tonight.

Mammon fell to his knees. He wanted to barge in and scream. He wanted to wrestle Asmo to the ground. He wanted to break his face for saying the words that were special to him and you. But your response had him paralysed. You...accepted him. You agreed to be his.

Silent tears streamed down his face as he watched you embracing Asmo, peppering kisses all over his face, running your hands through his hair, laughing and frolicking in the water with him. The colored moonlight through the stained glass danced on their skin like a scene from his favourite movie.

At his best

He cries to himself for days. Spends as much time outside as he can.

Maybe he is an idiot for thinking he had a chance with him. How could he compete with Asmo's charms.

Maybe it hurt more because Asmo didn't even have to use his charms.

Only ever tries to talk to you if he's sure your alone. One time he barged into your room and caught you and Asmo tangled up together and it broke him all over again.

He watched as you twirled around in a new outfit Asmo bought. He scoffs. He could have bought it for you too.

You both look so cheerful and in love, he decides to accept it. For the sake of his little brother and the human he loves.

At his worst

Breaks down and lets his emotions out in the worst way possible. Too desperate to win you back somehow.

Asmo and you were just telling Solomon and Simeon about your relationship when Mammon barged in through the doors of Purgatory halls.

"MC look! Look what I got you!" He came in all ragged. He knelt down and pulled out a ring. "Take me instead! I was your first wasn't I MC? Don't let him take my place please!"

"Mammon no... No please don't be this way...I'm sorry..." You kneel down next to him as he screams and sobs like a child. You feel guilty. You caused this. You lead him on. You fight your own tears as you keep apologising.

Asmo yanks you up and wraps his arms around you, staring down angrily at Mammon. "Mammon, leave."

Mammon lunged at Asmo. "I was going to tell them. That night was our movie night. You stole that night from me. YOU STOLE MY CHANCE AND MY MC!"

Asmo mocked at him with a sardonic laugh. "You still assume MC is yours without even telling them. You kept lying about your feelings and hurting them in the process. And yet, when they finally look happy, you come and make them cry. You are a scumbag Mammon."

Mammon looked at your tear stained face, nestled inside Asmo's arms and wings. He really felt like nothing but a scumbag.

Leviathan : Belphegor

Levi fell in love with you since your first act of kindness. As a shut-in whose only conversations were with his own eccentric and dismissive brothers, you were an angel who had brought him the gift of true companionship. Honestly he was okay being your best friend, until the day he started craving more. So he decided it was time to tell you.

'MC come to my room! I have a new game to show you!' It was a virtual dating game where he was going to confess digitally. You always loved his creative ways of doing simple stuff after all. He decided to play your favourite game while waiting for you. He even left the door ajar. Now he wished he didn't.

Belphie: MC do you have a minute?

MC: Yeah I was just heading to Levi's room what's up?

Belphie: I think I fallen in love with you, MC.

MC: .... Huh?

Levi almost burst out laughing hearing Belphie's confession. What kind of a bland confession is that? How can someone say that so easily? No that was definitely a joke on MC or something. Surely MC wouldn't take this seriously.

Belphie: I had a dream just now. About you.

MC: Uh huh?

Belphie: In that dream, we were up in the sky, among the stars. And you looked so pretty glittering along with them all. So I kissed you impulsively. And you kissed me back.

MC: ...that's a sweet dream. *blushes*

Belphie: *takes your hand* I woke up and my first thougt was I wish that was real. And then I realised it can be.

MC: ...

Belphie: I want to be able to kiss you always. I want to be able to take you far away. I want all your time. I love you MC. Be mine.

MC: Belphie I-

Belphie: I know, how can you possibly love your own murderer...? *Sighs* I cannot undo what I did. I'm sorry MC. I can only swear that I won't ever let that happen again.

MC: *smiles and cups his face* You were locked away for 3 millenia I can imagine your endless anger and grief for your sister. I forgave you long ago.

Belphie: So does that mean you'll accept me?

MC: You're already mine, silly. And now I'm yours. You're the only one I can relax with in the whole realm.

Belphie: MC... Come here. *holds you close and kisses you*

Levi's game screen displayed the message "GAME OVER: You lose". Levi couldn't see it clearly. His vision was blurred by the tears brimming on his eyes. You and Belphie looked to distant shadows on the moon.

He blamed himself for even thinking he had a chance with you. But maybe just...maybe if he had gotten there before? He stared at the screen and then at his spare console that he had declared yours. He picked up it, and locked it inside. Probably won't be needing it anytime soon.

At his best

He barely comes out of his room anymore. He tries to return your smile at breakfast but then returns hurriedly, leaving Beel to finish most of his food.

"Are you sure you want to play games? Wouldn't you rather go up to the attic" He mutters under his breath sometimes and then says it's nothing when you ask him.

Pains him when he sees you curled with Belphie in random places, dozing off. Might cover you with a blanket. Just you though.

Spites Belphie. A lot of people have said they look and act alike. But somehow you like sleeping more than anime and gaming?

Just accepts it as his fate. Atleast he's still your best friend, right?

At his worst

He's called the Avatar of Envy for a reason. He can barely hold it in seeing the both of you together constantly.

Belphie you and Beel were having a jolly time watching a movie and eating snacks while Belphie slept curled up in your lap. Levi happened to walk in while you were rubbing Belphie's head soothingly.

For some reason, Levi couldn't hold it in anymore. "UGH YOU FUCKING NORMIES!" he screamed out of frustration.

Belphie woke up drowsily when you stopped at stared at Levi holding back tears in the doorway. "Levi..what's wrong.." you call out to him.

He barges in and pushes Belphie off you and grabs your hands, tears falling and him screaming. "Why do you care, MC?! I'm a just disgusting shut in otaku right?! But guess what even as that I do more than just sleep and drool all fucking day! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY ATLEAST IM NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED YOU! So why him? WHY NOT ME MC?!"

"Levi...no..." You plead with him to calm down, tearing up yourself. You should have known. You should have known this would happen.

Belphie violently pushed Levi off you and grabbed him by the collar. "You were the first one to attack MC in this house. And I'm sure you would have killed them if not for Lucifer. So stop pretending you're better than me, you ridiculous creep. A shut in like you is worthless. The only thing you're good at is making MC distressed."

Levi looked at you trying to pull Belphie back, tears streaming down your face and hung his head low. It was simply an Otome game and MC didn't choose him.

Satan: Solomon

Satan took his time to fall. With late night studying session, every cat cafe date, every trip to the museum - he fell more and more each time. To the point where he wanted to spend every waking moment with you. And he was ready to tell you.

For a whole week, he kept writing and scrapping the perfect love letter for you. Then he realised you were someone who preferred simple honesty. "MC please wait for me in the library I'll be there shortly." He'd said before he dashed out to bring a boquet of your favourite flowers and a book which reminded him of you. He'd almost made it to the library, he saw you waiting inside for him eagerly. That was until someone flew in through the window.

Solomon? What's he doing at this hour? Satan peeked in through the half open library door. He wanted to be alone with you so he'd wait till Solomon was gone. He shouldn't have waited.

MC: Solomon! You scared me silly!

Solomon: *laughing* Your face just now MC...so adorable! Like a scared kitten!

MC: You wooshed in through the window!

Solomon: Okay okay my bad. Now what are you doing in the library so late at night. I went to your room and couldn't find you.

MC: Oh Satan called me out here. Told me to wait for him. Maybe there's a new book he wants to read.

Solomon: Do you guys do that often? Reading books this late?

MC: Haha yeah usually we just read in my room or his at night, in case we fall asleep.

Solomon: *sigh* So unfair.

MC: What's unfair?

Solomon: You and I are the only humans here. Why did they put us in different houses? Shouldn't we... be together more often?

MC: Well logically yes we should. Just classes and magic lessons aren't enough! You should live here too!

Solomon: I doubt Lucifer would be okay with that. But well.. here's the real reason I'm here now. *brings out a little basket*

MC: That's...that's a kitten! Hi baby! What's her name!?

Solomon: MC.

MC: Yeah what?

Solomon: No I named the kitten MC. This way I get to call your name as much as I want haha. The silly things us humans do for love, huh?

Satan had a sick feeling in his stomach. Watching you and him sitting in the moonlight, surrounded by books, cuddling a kitten and confessing...that should be him. Him not Solomon. He didn't like where this was heading. But just like you can't help but stare at disaster - he couldn't look away. What was MC going to say...?

MC: Solomon... *blushes*

Solomon: Does my affection scare you? *reaches for your hand*

MC: Of course not...I.. *gets closer and intertwining your fingers together*

Solomon: Is this your way of showing-

MC: *blushes* Yes. I love you too.

Solomon: I believe I've lived for a 1000 years just to hear those words. *kisses you against the bookshelves*

MC: I believe you've gotten 1000 years worth of romantic lines stored away in that head of yours. *Laughs and kisses him back*

Solomon: Let's take this to the moon shall we?

Satan watched as he took you and kitten in his arms and flew out the window. Satan rushed in not wanting to lose sight of you, dropping the flowers and books. Balling his fists, he choked on his angry tears as he watched you both laughing and kissing against the bright light of the moon. He felt like his own happy ending was stolen from him.

When you disappeared from view, he let out a blood curdling scream, pulling at his own hair and knocking over the bookshelf against which Solomon kissed you. The wrath inside him made him thrashing around in pain, burning him inside out. The flowers he dropped, lay there next to his sobbing body, wilting in his pain.

At his best

He manages to put on his best fake smile and go about his day. Tries hard to hide his annoyance if you bring him up.

But you seem so happy and you often invite him to new cat cafes and shelters. So despite Solomon's presence, he feels calm because of you and the cats.

Is secretly happy you get to spend more time with him than Solomon. Takes advantage of that and hogs you all to himself while in the house

While he can't hold or kiss you the way the Solomon does, you're here next to him, reading his recommended books. That's enough to soothe his yearning heart.

At his worst

The war for love is on. He doesn't care if Solomon already won. He will still declare his love no matter what.

It started out as subtle, he did what he knew Solomon couldn't. Cooking MC's favourite dishes whenever it was his turn to cook.

Tries to subtly reinforce his intelligence over Solomon when you're around. What's 1000 years of knowledge worth, Satan has been there since the first millenia ever

But the day Solomon and you announced you'll be moving to Purgatory Hall, he charged at him, his demon form angry and glowing. "How dare you think you can take them away from us? You think you can win against us... against me? You may have taken my chance with them but I won't let you take them away! They belong here with me!"

You inched closer to Satan's form. You'd never seem him this angry. "Satan please calm down-" Satan wasn't listening. He let out a feral growl and attacked Solomon.

Solomon held MC by his side and made a protection shield Satan couldn't get through. You started crying, watching his wrath take over, he must be in so much pain.

Solomon felt you curl up against him in fear and guilt. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Satan by the scruff of his neck, like you'd do with a misbehaving cat.

"You say you want to protect them and yet look what you did instead." Solomon said. Satan looked helplessly at you, crying with your face buried in your hands. Glancing at his horns in the mirror, he called out to you sadly, "MC..."

Solomon creeped closer and said in a deadly low voice. "You love fairy tales right Satan? Well in the story of Beauty and the Beast, they could only be together because the beast was actually a human." And Satan was far from being a human.

Asmo : Mammon

It happened the day Asmo looked into the mirror and felt something missing. Suddenly his own reflection wasn't enough anymore. He pondered what it was when you happened to walk into his room and hug him from behind. And then he found the missing piece. You. He simply had to make sure you would become a part of him now.

Now contrary to popular belief, he did get nervous while thinking of proposing. This man is all about lust and a little kid when it comes to love. It's a whole new emotion and he's unsure how to deal with it. With some advice from Satan's romance books he lights your room up with candles, groomed himself perfectly, waiting for you to return to your room. Only you don't come. "What's taking MC so long?!"

He headed out and found you in Mammon's room instead. Asmo saw in the reflection off the mirror, Mammon's shirt off and him lying on his front as you poured ointment over his scars.

Mammon: Oi MC please don't be so upset...

MC: You didn't deserve this. You didn't. I did.

Mammon: MC, not again.

MC: You took my punishment. You took the blame for the broken vase for my sake.

Mammon: I didn't want ya getting hurt ya stupid human!

MC: Don't be calling me stupid and then go off doing stupid stuff yourself! *cries*

Mammon: MC...no don't cry. Please I'm sorry.

MC: Don't apologize for this! Mammon you're too kind... You keep taking blame for others, and the others just UGH.

Mammon: I've gotten used to Lucifer's punishments, MC! I'm more used to it than my brothers so I can take it!

MC: .... You're such a sweet big brother. You can't stop protecting the people you love, can you?

Mammon: *turns around to lie on his back* Now you get why I need to protect ya, don't ya?

Asmo's eyes flew open as did yours. Mammon just confessed to you. Albeit indirectly, but really did. But he felt pity for his older brother. Sure he was caring and sweet sometimes, but mostly he was a thief and a scumbag who constantly gets into trouble. He didn't stand a chance against Asmo's charms.

MC: Mammon... You silly demon. I love you too. *Lays their head on his chest*

Mammon: *blushes and coughs* Of course ya love the Great Mammon, human!

MC: *smiles against his skin* Swear to me, you won't ever do that again else I will fight Lucifer myself!

Mammon: *smiles* He's attacked ya thrice and yer face still loses its colour whenver he's around and yet yer thinking of fighting him for my sake, MC?

MC: OF COURSE!

Mammon: But I don't want that. Ya did too much for all of us when ya sacrificed your life to bring Belphie back. I should know, I held ya in my arms. *Tears up* Ya know ye were smiling still?? So calm and undisturbed as if ya didn't care what happens to ya now that all the brothers are together?

MC: You caught me...

Mammon: And I never want to catch ya like that again, get that human!? I will be a good protector as I was meant to be.

MC: Mammon... you're far too kind to be a demon. *Kisses him and gets on top of him*

Mammon: *grips their arms and holds them close* Stay with me tonight.

Asmo watched as you nodded and took off your top and lay down over him again, your skins in gentle and intimate contact and you both wrap your arms around and you presses kisses onto each other. The moonlight danced on your entangled bodies.

He stared and stared, his insides burning with an alien feeling. He hadn't known envy till you came along. His signature move would be to call both of you out and suggest a threesome, but what you both seemed to have was impenetrable. And in the mirror where he saw your reflections, he couldn't see himself.

At his best

This demon had never known love. He might have if Mammon hadn't decides to confess that very night.

But who cares? What's done is done. It's time to root for the both of you. He still has his followers to turn to.

"Mammon finally confessed huh?" He asked jokingly. Until he saw you blush and nod.

"You both must have fun together huh?" He says with a dry laugh.

Your hugs and headpats still keep him going. He takes you buy new dresses knowing it's to impress Mammon instead.

Tries so hard to conceal his tears and tantrums around you. He doesn't want to lose the small part of you that he had left.

At his worst

He cannot stay home. The sight of you both together makes him irritated and stressed both very bad for his skin.

He drinks and parties uncontrollably, bringing home demons and succubi that always seem to resemble you.

One night, Lucifer had enough and caught him by the collar, forbidding him to go to his room. Asmo giggled until Mammon and you showed up.

He swiftly escaped Lucifer's grasp and lunged at you, holding your face between his trembling hands. You look at him closely, his make up was messier than usual, the cresent underneath his eyes was darker than usual.

"MC...look at me. Look at only me. Just for a little while." Asmo said and his eyes glowed. He'd turned on his charm on full force as he leaned into you for a kiss.

Mammon pushed him back and stood before you protectively. Asmo fell back, laughing like a maniac. "Stupid Mammon they are with you out of pity! How long do you think you can make them stay with that stupid brain and sub par beauty?"

You teared up and screamed, "Asmo stop saying things like that! You dont even know anything about him!" Mammon hugged you tight, trying to calm you down.

And then in a lowly growl he said, "Asmo don't let me see ya laying a finger on MC again. Ya would see how people really see ya if you learnt to look away from your own reflection!"

But Asmo did. He did look away from his reflection. He looked at you. Only you didn't look back at him.

Keep reading Pt. 2

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Five Lies

Day 6, Story #2 is by @be11atrixthestrange

Author/Artist: be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: 5+1 Rating: M Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of character death

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Five Lies Five times Ron lied to Hermione, and one time he told the truth

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-Year Four - The Common Room

Ron was thankful the common room was empty, because he needed a moment alone. He plopped down into an armchair by the fire, and breathed a heavy sigh. His throat felt tight, and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He didn't need a mirror to tell him that his face was as red as a beet; he could feel it.

Earlier in the Great Hall, Fleur had asked him to pass the bread, and he just stared at her. Like an idiot.

George's voice still echoed in his ear. "Ronniekins, aren't you going to say something?"

And then Fred had to make it worse. "He can't! He's too busy drooling."

It seemed that everyone followed suit and laughed at him, even Fleur, whose cheeks glowed pink, her expression full of amusement and pity.

Why did Fred and George always embarrass him? They also lost their cool around Fleur — it wasn't just Ron. None of the Weasley boys knew how to act around a Veela. Ron just wished he could control it better.

"Ron? Are you okay?"

Ron froze at the sound of Hermione's voice. He hadn't heard her come in. She took a seat in the armchair across from him, but he avoided her gaze, choosing to shake his head instead.

"They were just joking around, you know," she said. Her tone was sympathetic, and he realized that he didn't care that she almost caught him crying. She would never tell anyone.

"I wish they wouldn't," he said, the words escaping through gritted teeth.

"I know. It's not fair."

Ron could feel her intent gaze, and looked up to meet her eyes. He always liked her eyes. They were big and brown, but the specific shade changed all the time. In the firelight, they almost looked hazel. "Why do they always make fun of me?

Hermione shrugged. "They probably just think you fancy her."

Ron raised his eyebrows at her. "Who, Fleur?"

"Yes, Fleur. Who else?"

He did not fancy Fleur. He didn't even know her.

It was just her stupid Veela power that made him act like an idiot.

"Well, I don't fancy her. I don't fancy anyone." The phrase took a defensive tone, slipping from his lips without a second thought. As soon as he said it, he realized that it didn't even sound true.

"You really don't fancy anyone?" Something unrecognizable crossed her face. Surprise, maybe. Maybe Hermione really did think he fancied Fleur.

He looked her in the eye and wanted more than anything to tell her the truth, but it didn't feel like an option. The thought of telling Hermione that he did, in fact, fancy someone made him a thousand times more nervous than Fleur asking him to pass the bread.

"Really. I don't fancy anyone."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, almost as if she didn't believe him. "I'm going to go to bed," she said, before turning away and shuffling off toward the girls' dormitory.

Ron watched her walk away, confusion etched across his face. It felt like a premature end to their conversation. Maybe she knew he was lying?

He shook his head. It probably wasn't about him. It was possible she wasn't feeling well — she had been looking a little pale, anyway. With a shrug, Ron rose to his feet and started toward his own dormitory, hoping Hermione would feel better in the morning.

-Year Five- The Corridor

Ron never thought he'd look forward to Prefect rounds. He had assumed they'd be nothing but a chore, cutting into his valued free time, preventing him from getting down to the Quidditch pitch to practice. He thought he'd fall behind on homework by dedicating a certain number of hours each week to his duties, but it wasn't an issue at all.

As it turned out, he didn't mind the extra work. Patrolling the corridors at night was a nice reprieve from the stress of schoolwork, and it gave him a much-needed break from dealing with Harry's constant brooding.

It didn't hurt that he got to do it with Hermione. In fact, that's probably what made it most enjoyable. They hadn't spent much time together, just the two of them, in a long while. Not since Hogsmeade visits during their third year, and it was nice.

Ron noticed things about Hermione when they were alone, things he'd never have paid attention to otherwise. Like the way she ran her fingers along the wall when they turned a corner, like she was drawing a line in sand, or how she constantly tucked her hair behind her ears only for it to pop back out again.

He learned that she licked her lips right before she spoke, and that's how Ron knew she was about to interrupt him mid-conversation. It was infuriating when she did that, but he never wanted it to stop.

"What's left to check?" she asked, startling him.

"Oh, erm, just the seventh floor, I think," he said.

"Okay, let's go. Maybe we can finish rounds early."

She turned the corner, and Ron followed behind, watching her skip down the hall. Hermione seemed to like Prefect rounds too; he could tell by the bounce in her step. Everything about her seemed to be relaxed; her stride, her smile, and her overall demeanor. Her shirt hung loosely on her frame, as she'd released its top button, and her socks were pushed down to her ankles, as if even her clothes knew it was the end of the day.

He shouldn't be thinking about her clothes. That was dangerous territory.

Ron cleared his throat. "Yeah, that would be fun. Could always use more free time."

"Or, you could use the extra time to get ahead on McGonagall's essay," she teased, smiling back at him. His neck felt hot.

"Only if you help me."

"Of course," she said. "Homework is more fun when we do it together."

"I agree."

Ron was beside her now, and he stole another glance in her direction. Her face was flushed; it was warm on the higher floors, and her skin glowed from a light sheen of sweat. How had he never noticed that she had a few scattered freckles on her nose?

"Why do you keep doing that?" she asked. Her eyes were on him now, and he felt the warmth in his neck spreading.

"Doing what?" he asked, his tone defensive.

"You're staring at me!"

"I"m no—"

"Yes, you keep doing it," she argued. Although her cheeks were rosy and her eyes narrowed, she wore a faint smirk and didn't seem to be angry. She was just teasing him.

He kind of liked it.

"Well, if you must know, you have something on your cheek," he lied.

"I do?" asked Hermione as she wiped her face with her sleeve. "Did I get it?"

"No, let me try."

Hermione paused and took a step closer to him. He reached a hand up to her face to cup it and brushed a thumb across her cheek, trying to ignore the tidal wave that crashed in his stomach at the contact. Her skin was so soft.

He couldn't let his hand linger on her face without attracting suspicion, so with great effort, he let it drop to his side.

"Is it gone?"

"Um. Yeah."

She pressed a hand to her cheek. "What was it?"

Nothing. "Not sure," he said.

"Hmm," shrugged Hermione. "Well, thank you!" She turned to skip back down the hallway, a few strides in front of Ron.

"No problem," muttered Ron.

He could still feel a tingle on his thumb, the memory of her soft skin still fresh on his mind. He watched her run ahead of him, trying not to think too hard about the way her hair bounced or her skirt fluttered with each stride, because it was maddening.

He groaned. As maddening as it was, he hoped that would never stop. That way, he could keep it on the list of reasons to look forward to Prefect rounds.

-Year Six- The Courtyard

Finally, Ron was alone on a bench in the courtyard, having just convinced Lavender to let him be so he could "study". In reality, he just needed some space.

He liked her enough, but being with Lavender wasn't what he had imagined having a girlfriend to be like. It was nothing like being friends with a girl, at least from his limited experience. All Lavender wanted to do was snog, and Ron missed having someone to talk to, tease, and argue with.

Truth was, he missed Hermione. But unfortunately, she wanted nothing to do with him. She made that perfectly clear in the form of a flock of canaries, and he still had the scabs to remind him.

Ron closed his eyes and was enjoying the silence when the most unexpected voice pulled him back to the present.

"Hey."

His eyes snapped open to see Hermione standing there, right in front of him. Think of the devil. 

"Hey." His response just spilled out of his mouth, and it didn't take on the angry tone he had intended. He sounded almost excited to see her.

Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "Ron, can I talk to you?"

Ron cleared his throat and asked in his most stoic tone, "Promise not to attack me again?"

"I promise."

"Then go on," he said, crossing his arms across his chest so Hermione could get a full view of his scars.

"I'm— I'm sorry about that." She motioned to his arms, and her eyes watered with tears.

"I know you are."

She averted her eyes and licked her lips before continuing. "I was jealous, and it wasn't fair. I hope you can forgive me someday."

She continued to stare intently toward the ground as her cheeks brightened, and Ron resisted a smile.

"You were jealous?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He kept his face neutral, but he couldn't lie — it was a nice thing to hear. He just wished he heard it sooner.

Hermione nodded and finally met his gaze. "I was."

Her eyes were strikingly dark and deep, a fact he'd always appreciated, but had forgotten over the last few weeks. He could stare at them for hours, but he willed himself not to fall under their spell. "Why didn't you talk to me instead of turning birds on me?"

Everything would have been so much easier.

"That's why I'm talking to you now."

"Well, it's too bloody late. I'm with Lavender," he said, unsure who he was trying to convince.

"I know it's too late. I just wanted you to know."

It seemed like an eternity that they stood there in silence, neither wanting to continue the conversation nor feeling like it was over.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Are you happy with her?"

And how the hell was he supposed to answer that?

Ron was thrilled Lavender wanted to be with him. She wanted to kiss him, hold his hand in public, and call him her boyfriend. What wasn't to love? He should be happy with her, she was almost everything he had ever wanted.

That, and he'd be an ungrateful arse if he said no. "Yeah. I am."

She nodded solemnly, and Ron swore he could see her eyes glisten with tears. "Then I'll try to be happy for you too," she said, her voice cracking.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because Hermione had already turned her back to him and was walking away. He watched until she turned the corner, trying to convince himself that he had told her the truth.

-Year Seven- The Tent

Rain pounded against the canvas tent, and the way the sound echoed through the air made the space feel hollow and empty. Ron could feel the weight of the locket around his neck, its chain digging into his skin. It felt almost like icy fingers clutching his throat, threatening to squeeze should he try to ignore it. He didn't think he could ignore it, even if he tried. The cold metal against his skin paired with its threatening voice inside his head almost commanded more attention than the slowly healing wound on his shoulder.

Ron was lying on his cot, covered in blankets that seemed to do nothing to keep him warm. He could hear Hermione flipping through a book across the room in her own bed, probably just as cold as he was.

"How's your shoulder?" she asked. To Ron, her voice sounded full of both pity and impatience, as if her real question was why he hadn't healed yet. What was taking him so long?

She doesn't actually care about your shoulder.

"It's fine," he snapped back.

He could feel the tension in the pause that followed, and even though he wasn't looking at her, he could imagine her jaw clenching, her cheeks reddening, and her eyes rolling.

"You don't need anything?" she eventually asked, her tone stiff and controlled.

Listen to her. She thinks you're pathetic. Needy. It disgusts her.

Instead of answering, Ron just shook his head. He knew she was watching him because he could feel her big brown eyes boring into him.

"Okay then."

He heard her book close, then the sound of her sliding out of bed. Ron turned to look just as she bent down to rummage through her bag. She faced her back to him, and Ron could make out the shape of her bum through her sweatpants. It sent a pang of longing through his entire body, and the locket wasted no time latching on to the opportunity to harass him further.

Go ahead and look, but don't kid yourself; you'll never touch.

He averted his eyes when she stood up.

"What are you doing, then?" she asked, now clutching a different stack of books under her arm.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she chirped. Her voice wavered as she lost control of keeping it neutral. "You know we have horcruxes to find."

She narrowed her eyes, and her cheeks ignited with red. Her hair seemed to expand and swarm her head. It wasn't just anger that did that to her. She looked electric whenever her passion was kindled, whether due to anger, schoolwork, elf-rights, or him.

He could rile her up, and Merlin, did he enjoy doing it. He was always up for helping her unleash that stored up tension through an argument. Often he wondered how else he could help her find that release. A few ideas came to mind.

Never going to happen.

"Are you seriously angry at me?" he asked, his tone sharp and scathing.

"You know what? Yeah, I am," she launched back.

"Well, sorry I'm injured, Hermione," he laughed, now sitting up in bed. "Let's not forget that you're the one who got me splinched."

"And let's not forget that I'm doing everything I can to help you heal."

She thinks you're a burden. A waste of her time.

"Okay, then stop complaining about me not doing anything when you know I can't."

Hermione crossed her arms and took a step closer. Ron willed himself to keep his eyes on her face, even though her shirt was too big, so the sleeves fell off her shoulder, and there was a patch of exposed skin above her waistband, reminding Ron of how soft her skin was. It had been so long since he touched her.

"Then stop staring at me like that," she said. "I can't tell if you're mad at me or if you want me to do something for you, and honestly, I'm kind of sick of cooking you dinner and not even hearing a thank you."

Don't you dare give her the satisfaction of apologizing.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" she continued.

What a loaded question. Ron wanted everything from her — her time, her attention, and her body. When she removed his shirt to check his wound, he wanted her to remove his trousers too. He wanted her to crawl in bed with him and let him take her clothes off, piece by piece. He wanted to be strong enough to hold himself up so she could slide underneath him and wrap her legs around his hips. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, shag her, and then hold her afterward, fall asleep together, and wake up entangled with her.

Too bad she doesn't want you back.

"I don't want anything from you."

She softened her stare and took a step back. Maybe he was reading too much into her expression, but Ron could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment on her face, as if she hoped there would be something he wanted from her.

You're imagining that. 

"Good," she said, unknowingly confirming the locket's taunt, before turning away and leaving him there, in his bed, cold and alone.

-Year Seven- Shell Cottage

Although Ron might have looked peaceful and serene sitting so still, his mind was anything but calm. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the armchair, trying his best to fall asleep, but he was far from tired. His back ached, and he longed to get up and move, but it wasn't worth leaving Hermione's side.

It felt like he had been waiting days for her to wake up, and in that time, he had imagined the worst.

For one, he feared that she might not wake up at all, ever, and the empty hole that her screams had carved within him would be there for the rest of his life, like a scar across his heart.

Two, that she might wake up but never be the same, just like Neville's parents. Maybe she wouldn't remember him. Maybe she would, but she wouldn't understand when he told her he loved her.

And three, that she'd awake with clarity, forever haunted by the memory of what happened to her. Maybe she'd associate her trauma with the magical world, or with Ron himself, and she'd leave it all behind. He'd support her, of course, and he'd be thrilled she was okay, but he wouldn't be okay. He wasn't okay.

So he sat there, looking peaceful but panicking internally. He had no idea what to expect when and if Hermione woke up.

He was utterly shocked when she spoke to him.

"Hi, Ron," her voice snapped his eyes open. She was watching him, even smiling at him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

She chuckled when he pinched himself.

"Oh, thank Merlin you're awake," he said when his pinch did nothing.

"Did you sleep here?"

"Yeah. I hope that's okay," he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"Have you left my side?" she asked, her eyes wide, questioning yet knowing.

He shook his head no, and his cheeks grew hot.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He smiled at her, and she smiled back. There was something so innocent about the interaction; it felt like they were just kids nervously admitting a crush. Her hand was lying on the edge of the bed, inches from his, and he didn't hesitate to reach for it and intertwine their fingers. She squeezed his hand back, although weakly, and he ran his thumb across her skin. Even bloodied and scarred, her skin was as soft as he remembered.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he said.

"Me too."

"Are you in pain?"

She nodded. "A little."

"I can have Fleur bring up some pain potion."

"Yeah, but not yet."

"In a bit, then."

They shared a look, an acknowledgement that they were alone, and pain potion could wait. Neither felt the need to give it words, they were awful with words, the king and queen of miscommunication, but there was nothing to misinterpret in a simple look.

"Can I hug you? Gently, of course."

Hermione nodded, and Ron inched forward on his chair to wrap his arms around her. Her head nestled into his shoulder, and he buried his face in her hair.

"How's Harry?" she asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"He's fine," Ron answered. "Worried about you, of course."

She nodded. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay?"

Ron sighed and pulled her closer. Was he okay? He had a few cuts and bruises, but that was nothing compared to his emotional toll. He helplessly listened to Bellatrix torture the woman he loved, hadn't slept since they arrived at Shell Cottage, and had spent days fearing she'd be gone. In those days, he learned exactly how much was at stake. He could still lose her.

He wasn't okay.

"Yes, I'm okay," he muttered, hoping that it would be true soon enough.

-After The Battle-

The Treehouse

Ron didn't mind the quiet of the treehouse; it was much better than the silence of the Burrow. At least the treehouse was supposed to be that way. He was leaning over the edge, forearms on a wooden beam, and through the leaves, he could make out the tall, lopsided house he called home. Before now, the Burrow always looked like it was bursting at the seams, about to collapse from the energy inside. His mum would say it was magic that held it together, not carpentry, but now it didn't matter. It seemed empty, and the magic was gone.

The treehouse was where Ron would always come when he needed to be alone. With six siblings, there was always someone yelling, laughing or crying. But not with five. Even though there were so many people back in the house, it was still too quiet. No one knew what to say, so they said nothing. Fred wouldn't have wanted that.

"Hi."

Ron startled at the voice. He had been too lost in his thoughts to hear anyone approaching but instantly relaxed when Hermione stepped up beside him, shoulder to shoulder. He smiled; in the days following Fred's death, Hermione was the only one who could elicit that reaction from him.

"I brought you something," she said.

He looked down at her hand to see that she was holding a plate of food — Mum's shepherd's pie, treacle tart, and pumpkin juice.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said as she handed him the plate. "I didn't want to go inside and talk to people."

"I know."

Ron turned away from the edge and slid to a seat, resting the plate on his lap. Hermione settled in beside him. "How'd you know where I was?"

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I had a hunch."

Ron thought back to the last time they had been in the treehouse together — the previous summer before Harry arrived. He didn't even remember the first time he brought her here, but through all those summers, the treehouse became a place where they could just be. They could do whatever they wanted here, yet not once had she rested her head on his shoulder.

He looped his free arm around her, encouraging her to lean in, and pressed a kiss to her hair. He had always wanted to do that, and it was so strange to be able to now. If the circumstances were better, he'd like to do so much more.

"Will you stay?" he asked.

"As long as you need me to."

The longer they sat there in comfortable silence, leaning against one another and eating from the same plate, the more he wished they could just stay there forever. It was the perfect place to hide from his grief.

Maybe he shouldn't be hiding from grief, but the pain of Fred's loss only accentuated what he felt for Hermione. It was about time he had something to be happy about, even if that happiness was confined within the walls of the treehouse. After all, he had a feeling that the reality of Fred's death would hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as he left.

So maybe he'd just stay.

"What's on your mind?" asked Hermione.

She was on his mind but based on her smirk, she knew that. He must have been staring at her. That had been happening a lot lately.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

He'd never told her how he felt, but he was in the treehouse, where everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong. Now was as good a time as any.

"I'm thinking about how much I love you."

She met his gaze and he watched those warm brown eyes grow wide. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't have to say it back, I know it's soon—"

"I love you too," she interrupted, leaning her head against his hand. "Always have."

Even though a world of mourning awaited Ron outside of the treehouse, he couldn't help but smile. Hermione could do that for him; she was just like the magic that once held his house together.

"Brilliant," he said as he leaned in for a kiss, one that she happily returned.

He loved that they could do this now.

It was an odd feeling, being so genuinely elated and grief-stricken at the same time, but he simply couldn't feel any other way; it was the truth. And at this point, if anyone deserved the truth, it was Hermione.

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Innocent

Part 2

Trigger warnings: vore, mouth play, dehumanization

Part 1

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For the past week Wilbur had been taking care of Tommy, teaching them things that kids his age should already know, and becoming more attached to them then ever- oh and also he'd been failing at teaching the kid to hide from other humans. Wilbur had quickly learned that this kid had absolutely no fear of humans, which wouldn't be a bad thing if it weren't for the social norms that were eating tinies, killing tinies, and basically torturing them. Most humans didn't view tinies as people (Wilbur included a few weeks ago), so much so to the point that it had taken Wil twelve hours to find a kids show without eating tinies in it for Tommy to watch; and he wanted to make sure that Tommy knew to hide from humans because of it. The problem was no matter how many times he told Tommy to hide, played hide and seek where he'd pretend to be the "big bad human" to teach them to hide, and no matter how many times he told them to stay hidden whenever someone came home- Tommy always, ALWAYS, would run out into the open to see Wilbur whenever he came home from work, and even playing hide and seek. There seemed to be absolutely nothing he could do to teach this kid to avoid humans and he was running out of time. 

Wilbur's roommate Dream had been gone for the past few weeks to visit an out of town friend, and Dream was like Wilbur. He was raised with the same social norms and ate mostly the same things which meant if Dream came home while Wilbur wasn't there and found Tommy- well, Wilbur really didn't want to think about what would happen, but he knew it would be bad. All he knew was that Dream was coming home at the end of this week, and Wilbur still had yet to instill some sort of instinct to hide from humans in the little tiny he'd decided to adopt, and unfortunately he had to work this weekend… so Tommy might end up being alone when Dream arrived… fuck. 

"Tommy…." Wilbur spoke up, looking down at the tiny kid curled up in his hand as they looked away from the TV and up at him. "I have to work again this weekend, do you remember what I told you what to do when I'm at work?"

"Hmmmm oh- uhm, wait for you!" Tommy smiled up at Wil and he couldn't stop himself from smiling softly back, and ruffling their hair with finger.

"Yeah, and what else?" He asked and watched as their adorable little face scrunched up in concentration as they tried to remember, their tiny little cheeks puffing up to show just how concentrated they were. 

"I gotta…. I gottaaaaaaaaaaaaa eat food when the clock is loud!!!" Tommy smiled as he assumed he got the right answer. They weren't wrong, Wilbur did leave out lunch for them and they weren't supposed to eat it until an alarm he had set went off- but that's not what he meant.

"True- but I mean hiding Tommy, you need to remember to hide if someone comes here." Wilbur lifted the kid up to his face to show how serious he was about this- but Tommy only jumped onto his nose to hug it.

"But what if it's you! I gotta say hai!!!" The child whined, and Wilbur couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped him as he went crossed eyes to see them.

"You can say hi once I say it's me- you remember how to know if it's me right?"

"Mhm, you yell AYUP!! Whenever you're home!" Tommy smiled, happy he could remember.

"That's right, so if anyone opens the door this weekend you need to hide until you hear me say-"

"Ayup!!"

"Yeah! You got it bud! You're going to do such a good job!" Wilbur praised them, but silently hoped Tommy actually did it this time unlike all the other times this week when they'd just run up to the door in excitement. 

"I know I am!!! B'cause I'm the amazing Tommyinnit!!!!" Tommy giggled as he tried to climb higher on the bridge of Wilbur's nose.

"Yeah kid… yeah of course you can…."

•••

"Alright Tommy, I'm going to work now- you remember what to do?" Wilbur shoved his trenchcoat over his yellow jumper as he stood at the door, looking into the living room where he could see Tommy sitting on the coffee table watching TV.

"Yep! Hide and wait for you!!!" Tommy yelled back.

"Good- I'll see you in a few hours okay?"

"Okie!!" Tommy yelled, and watched as Wilby went out the door and closed it behind himself. Now Tommy was alone, a familiar feeling to him after spending so long in his cage, but this time he could go around and do stuff while he waited for Wilby!

Tommy walked over to one side of the coffee table where there was a small starch of square sticky paper (what did Wilby call it? Post- pots- pass? Eet? Not? No? It was something weird-). Tommy climbed on top to the small stack, grabbed the edge of one, and started to pull it back while walking backwards. It didn't take long for him to fall over with the sheet of sticky paper, and once he had it he stuck it down to the table. Now for the easy part; AKA, grabbing the led (it's led right? He's pretty sure Wilby called it led) that was off to the side, and now he could draw!

Tommy layed down on top of the paper as he drew, sticking his little tongue out in concentration as he made little marks on the paper. At the moment he was really just drawing whatever came to mind: Wilby, himself, the sheep from inside the TV, his cage- anything that really came to mind. 

He had been drawing for almost an hour before he heard the familiar clicks and scratching noises that meant someone was unlocking the door. It must be Wilby, he thought to himself as he stood up and went to the edge of the coffee table where a blanket was taped down. Tommy quickly slid down to the floor and started running to the door; he felt like he was forgetting something, but it probably wasn't important, and if it was then Wilby could tell him what it was. Tommy only stopped running once he was in front of the door, bouncing on his feet as he watched it open, smiling with excitement to see Wilby-

The big person who was on the other side of the door was not Wilbur. He was shorter and had dirty blonde longish hair, and green eyes. His face was peppered with freckles, and he was wearing a green hoodie. 

Dream walked into the familiar house carrying a backpack full of dirty laundry after weeks of being away with him. He looked around curiously, he knew Wilbur was probably going to be at work when he got back, but it was weird that the TV was left on while they were gone. He shrugged it off, and just closed the door behind himself, and was looking at the floor as he turned around- Dream let out a startled noise at what he saw. There on the floor staring up at him with a face full of wonder, was a tiny, one that seemed younger then most.

"Oh… one must've gotten away from Wil" Dream reasoned to himself and reached down to grab it, satisfied as it didn't even try to get away- actually it started to giggle as he picked it up. 

"Do you know Wilby?" The small thing asked, and Dream was a little confused by the nickname. It was obviously talking about Wilbur, but why would it be calling him that.

"Uh yeah?" As he answered, the tiny only seemed to smile more. Weird, usually it'd be scared by now.

"I'm Tommy, it's nice to meet you, Wilby's friend!" The tiny waved at him, and he just kept getting more and more confused.

"Nice to meet you too I guess…" Or more, nice to eat you, Dream mused to himself. He was sure Wilbur wouldn't mind if he ate this tiny, they were probably just saving it for later anyways- plus eating it would finally end the confusion he felt when thinking that food was adorable when having a goofy little smile like that. With that in mind Dream opened his mouth and tossed the tiny inside, trying to ignore the way it giggled at being thrown. He quickly closed his mouth around it and started to lick.

"Excuse me, big person" The tiny spoke up and he could feel it push back on his tongue a bit, but it wasn't much, almost like it wasn't actually fighting… "Wilby said I'm not supposed to let big people eat me."

"And why's that?" Dream asked, not even bothering to move the tiny out of the way as he spoke, and simply tossed it around in his mouth as he moved his tongue to form words.

"Well, he said mama isn't ready to see me yet!" Mama? Dream asked himself internally. Tinies don't have familial bonds, they're all just little snacks that people eat, yeah they're alive but that doesn't change the fact that it's just an animal meant to be eaten. 

"He doesn't know what he's talking about, I'm sure she's ready to see you." He mused, since he might as well play along if only to not gag if this tiny started squirming.

"Okie!" The tiny shouted and suddenly it stopped pushing on his tongue at all, anything that had felt like the tiny might've been fighting against him stopped, as it just laid on his tongue. Then, when Dream began to lick again he heard some adorable (-not adorable, remember it's just food Dream) giggled from the tiny as he coated it with saliva. He didn't hear the tiny say anything else about the fact that it was about to die until he started to push it towards the back of his throat to swallow, "Bye bye Wilby's friend- oh can you please please please tell him that I went to mama? Thank you!"

With that Dream stopped. He pushed the tiny to the front of his mouth as he started to think about this weird tiny. He didn't know how but it… it was acting like an actual child. Like a real human child. Why had Wilbur really kept it- them? Him? What was actually going o-

"Dream stop!!!" Dream's thoughts were suddenly cut off as he was shoved to the ground and his mouth was for ed open. He coughed a bit after a hand grabbed the tiny out- and when he looked up to see who it was he was surprised by the sight.

"Wilbur!? What the heck!?" Dream shoved the other human off of himself, and didn't miss the way that they hugged the tiny child to their chest protectively.

"I could ask you the same fuuu- freaking thing!!" Wilbur scooted away from Dream and continued to cup the tiny to his chest, blocking them completely from Dream's view with two hands. 

Dream took a moment to process the situation, glancing back and forth between Wilbur's hands and Wilbur's face and things slowly started to click. "You…. When were you gonna tell me you adopted a kid?"

"Well I was hoping to do it after we were both home and I could keep Tommy safe."

"Keep Tommy- keep the tiny- KEEP IT SAFE!? If you didn't want me to try and eat it you should've called or texted me before I got here!" Dream yelled, knowing that this would've been an easy solution that should've been quickly thought of- but of course, Wilbur in his dumbassery hadn't thought of that.

"Him."

"What?"

"He is a him, not an it." Wilbur corrected.

"Seriously!? That's the part you're focusing on!?"

"Yes, because Tommy is a person, a bit dumb for running out to see you, but a person." Wilbur smiles fondly as he says this and ruffles Tommy's hair with his thumb. 

"Sure- but still, why didn't you just message me about him, you still have a phone-" Dream points out and notices an embarrassed look quickly grow onto Wilbur's face. 

"Well I didn't really think of that…" They say and it makes Dream let out a small groan.

"Okay, I'm going to go do laundry, and when I'm done you can tell me all about this… Tommy." Dream stands up and leaves the two alone- but as he glanced back and sees the kid again he can't stop himself as he gains a fond smile. Okay, maybe he was a little adorable...

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[awanderingdeal]

Hello there, Lucy! I really enjoyed the injury aspect of the O'darwin fic, I thought it felt very maturely handled to me. I was wondering if you'd perhaps write a continuation based on the last sentence where he stays busy healing in Gryffindor by spending time with Finn? I respect that you don't take hurt/comfort prompts so I'm very sorry if this is too much angst for you but I was hoping we could see Finn helping his brother through his recovery, please. Thank you!

Hi! Sorry this took so long to do 🙈 This isn't 100% what you asked for, but I hope it is satisfying!

You can read the prequel to this fic here which will provide context.

CW: healing from an injury

Rating: T

Let me know if you think I missed any content warnings or need to change the rating.

All characters and the sweater weather universe belong to @lumosinlove

Alex watched mournfully as the bright yellow ball soared past him again, the muscles in his thighs twitching with desire to chase it. Not even a year ago, he'd have met Natalie's serve easily. “Alright, that’s me out," he sighed, pride swelling in his chest. It was still difficult to temper his competitiveness like, but he’d learned his lesson the last time he’d over - done it. Besides, the berating he’d received off his physio hadn’t been worth the slight smoothing of the dent of his ego. 

"You good?" Finn spun the racket in his hands, hair plastered with sweat against his forehead. By this point Alex had gotten used to his brother's boring stare searching for any hidden ribbons of pain in his face. 

"You know the doc said I’m good to play again as long as I listen to my body. I’m listening. Do you want me to bring you a signed permission slip?” Alex bit back a comment about how Finn was only so concerned, because overstepping his limits was well within his own remit of personality flaws too. 

“Sorry for caring, dickface.” Finn stuck his tongue out and picked up a slow jog across the court to grab the ball. He tapped the edge of his racket appeasingly against Alex’s shoulder as he passed. “Blizz, Nat. You two play. Winner stays on?”

“Sir,” Kasey drawled, knocking the tips of his fingers on his temple in a lazy salute. 

Alex met Natalie's eyes across the net just briefly before their mouths split with a loud laughter. Next to her, Kasey blinked slowly at the two of them, his expression clearly indicating he thought they’d lost their minds. It only served to make them laugh harder until air forced itself out of Alex’s nose in a snort. He clutched his side, the muscles there beginning to complain about the lack of oxygen they were receiving. “Did Finn just possess you?” Alex finally managed to gasp out. 

“You become more of an amalgamation of your team each day, Sugar,” Natalie said, a smile still settled on her lips as she pressed them to Kasey’s cheek. “Now go -" she pushed him away playfully, "- onto the other side. I have a game to win.” 

“I’m influential," Finn grinned.

“You’re something, but influential isn’t the word I would choose." Kasey raised an eyebrow. The ball was thrown in his direction at speed, but he plucked it from the air with ease, Kasey's expression smug as he curled long fingers around it. "Do you want another attempt at that, Harzy."

"Just watch your back, Winter," Finn laughed lightly, showing Kasey his middle finger. 

Kasey snorted. "Well, alright. While Finn perfects his supervillain act, Nat, are you good to play first to ten points?" 

"Sure thing," Natalie nodded, her ponytail bobbing. She snaked her tongue over her lips to wet them and smirked. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you, babe."

"No you won't," Kasey deadpanned. 

"You're right, I won't, Natalie laughed. Alex loved that laugh; it was almost childlike, loud and unapologetic but warm and inviting, just like the rest of her personality. It made Alex want to laugh when he heard it.

"I get ripped into when I look at my boys like that," Finn said, nudging Alex’s shoulder as they sat on the bench, metal warm against the back of their legs under the unseasonably warm early afternoon sun. 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re falling in love all over again.” Finn had flung his towel over his shoulder, head tipped back slightly, gulping water from the bottle pressed to his lips. He looked far too nonchalant for the sentence that had just left them. 

“You really should have been a brooding artist," Alex teased. Brooklyn would welcome you with open arms." Finn wasn’t wrong though. Alex seemed to find a new way to fall for Natalie and Kasey every day. 

“And deny the world the joy that is Finn O’Hara on the ice? I think not.” 

“So modest.” Alex nudged Finn this time, taking the opportunity to swipe Finn’s water bottle from his hands. He had his own, but he’d dumped his backpack on the other side of the court. Finn made a weak protest, huffing as he hauled his bag onto his lap, grumbling something unintelligible whilst he dug through it. After a lifetime of living with Finn, Alex had learned not to try to decipher the conversations his brother had with himself, instead drumming a beat against the bench until eventually Finn pulled out a silver pouch, grinning triumphantly.  It looked like the sort of thing you would take on a long hike. Alex peered closer at it. “Is that tuna? Just plain tuna.”

“I’m gonna put hot sauce in it,” Finn said, setting the pouch carefully to the side. He shoved his hand into the front pocket of his bag, seeking out a fork and the aforementioned hot sauce. Alex watched in horrified silence as Finn tore the top of the pouch open to release a waft of fish and dumped an obscene amount of the sauce in there. 

“I -” Alex had so many questions he wanted to ask, except he knew asking them would probably only result in having more questions. “That is so gross.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” 

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Finn shovelled a forkful into his mouth, smacking his lips together noisy. “More for me.”

Alex was too distracted to respond. Kasey had just won his first point; Natalie having taken the first, and he took the lull in play as an opportunity to remove the thin headband keeping his hair out of his face. He shook out the brunette strands, neck exposed as he stretched to comb his fingers through it. 

"Didn't he do a shampoo commercial like this once?" 

Alex hummed, glancing briefly at Finn before setting his eyes firmly back on the view in front of him. "A while back...think I'd just left for Florida. I watched that thing more times than I care to admit."

He didn't have to look to feel the eyeball directed at him. Alex expected some teasing quip, but Finn's voice came at him concerned. "How are you-”

“My knee is fine, Finn," Alex sighed, a little irritated. He just wanted to enjoy watching Natalie and Kasey play. "Stop fussing, will you? I'm still the big brother here.”

“You know you can be a real bitch sometimes. I was going to ask how you were feeling about everything." Finn leaned forward, hand outstretched and precariously close to Alex's eye. He laughed as Alex leaned back to avoid the digits. 

"Do not put your tuna fingers near my face.” 

"Stop changing the subject," Finn admonished. "Where's your head at? You said last week you were struggling to find stuff to fill your time?"

Alex scratched at the stubble sprouting along his jawline. "God, when did you get so mature? You were knee high last time I checked."

"Alright, old man. 30's really hitting you hard, huh?" Finn dug his fork back into the foil pouch, pouting when it came out empty. "I've got water balloons in my backpack if that makes you feel better. Not full of water, of course."

"Of course," Alex laughed. "Why do you have water balloons in your bag?"

"Harry is coming over tomorrow afternoon and since the weather is a little nicer now -" Finn paused, halfway through crumpling the pouch into a tight ball. "-Hey, I see what you did there. Stop trying to distract me." He finished compressing the ball, cocking his head slightly to look at Alex properly. "You really don't want to talk about it?"

Alex breathed out heavily, slouching back against the bench. "Not today, Finn. Today I just want to enjoy," he gestured vaguely at the court. "But, I promise we'll go for breakfast sometime next week and we can talk."

"I just don't want," Finn started, the opening and closing of his mouth resembling his nickname. "No, you're right. You're a big boy. If you say you're okay then I'm going to believe you. Just...I'm here if you need me, alright?"

Alex sat up pulling Finn into a hug, his brother's arms wrapping tight around him. "I know. I know. I really am doing better, sometimes I just don't want to have the conversation, y'know? Love you, kiddo."

"Don't call me that," Finn grumbled, squeezing Alex tighter one last time before he pulled away. "Love you too."

[wolfish-trickster]

Lost traveler

1/?

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1590

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

Summary: A mysterious traveler visits Asgard and thanks to an accident has to stay for longer than she expected. Bonds are created but also shattered along the way.

A/N: reader has elemental powers, something like avatar the last airbender.

Being a traveler had its pros and cons. Pros: you learn a lot about different realms and make a lot of friends along the way. Cons: you don't have a home, all the friends you make you either never see again or they don't remember you when you visit their planet, and you are alone. 100% of your time. None of the people or creatures you meet want to travel with you. You don't make a big deal out of it, you never did. You liked your privacy and alone time. Even if it hurts you sometimes.

You had your amulet though. A black stone in golden bracelet. Thanks to it you can create portals to travel. Sometimes it felt like the bracelet was pulsing with its own life. It was like a dear companion to you. You haven't taken it off in years, it became part of you. Sometimes it warmed your skin when you went to open a portal. That's how it was usually telling you where the best worlds to visit are. You were always excited when you felt the warmth under your bracelet. It meant it wanted to show you a beautiful part of galaxy you haven't been to yet.

Like now. You were making your way through foggy swamp, looking for a rare plant to study. As you jumped over fallen tree you felt your amulet warming your forearm.

"In a minute buddy, I really need this flower," you said a little too fast. You really needed that plant, but exploring a new world after weeks spent here was just too tempting.

However the stone was stubborn. The warmth escalated into burning. "Argh! Alright, I get it! I'm going, see?" your hand started to draw circles and symbols on the ground in front of you. Your other hand pulled the darkness from your stone, making it light yellow temporarily. The darkness with blue highlits seeped into the ground and teared the air before you, creating a small crevice.

Like an opened window it showed forrest. Nothing too unusual. Some oak trees, grass, wild flower here and there. 'What are you up to my friend?' you thought to yourself as you walked through the crevice. It immediately closed after ypu passed, leaving you alone in a new world.

First rule when you come into new place: find water. Fairly easy. Sound of water was near, a creek maybe? After you filled your bottle you started walking north, looking for any hills or mountains to climb onto and get better view of this realm.

Suddenly a storm like sound broke through the peaceful silence. You looked towards the sky to find clear blue. No dark grey clouds. So why was it roaring as if a thunder was starting? And there was the sound again, from the same spot as before.

You pulled your black leather hood over your head and slowly started to approach the thundering place.

"Thor! Can you stop doing that for at least 5 minutes?!" a voice came from your right.

"And why should I?" came a strong voice from in front of you.

"Because I'm trying to think, which is thanks to you nearly impossible!"

"Unlike you, dear brother, I have mighty powers that need to be controlled. How better than testing how far I can go?"

"That doesn't even make sense."

So brothers. And one of them is lightning thrower. Maybe the one named Thor.

"I don't have enough nerves for this," the Not Thor started to walk further right, away from lightning thrower.

It seemed wiser to aproach the calmer one. You already had the honor to meet a lightning thrower before, never again. Even though this other man could be even more dangerous than his brother. Decisions decisions. One could get you killed, the other even worse.

Eventually your legs started to take you to your right, after the calm one.

The man sat himself on a rock in front of a clear lake. He had black hairygreen and black clothes which looked to be made of leather with golden plates on forearms. He had his back turned to you, approaching him from behind would be stupid. You slowly walked around him, keeping yourself in trees' shadow.

You purposfully stepped on a dry branch to attract his attention. And fair enough, his head shot to you, dagger in hand, danger in eyes. You held your hands up to show you weren't armed and stepped into the light. "Hello," you greeted.

"Who are you?" he asked rather harshly. You're used to people being affraid of you, the cloak made you look scary, especially with a hood on.

"I'm a traveler," you answered simply.

He eyed you suspiciously, hand holding a dagger was slowly lowering. "And what's your name little traveler?"

Just as you wanted to answer a jolt of pain striked you into your shoulder, electricity engulfed you and the last thing you saw was the mysterious man in green and black leather rushing to catch your falling body.

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Mornings in Asgard are usually quiet and calm. This one however was far from it. Loki's older brother Thor finally got into age when he can produce and control lightnings. Well, he tries to. That's what woke young sorcerer. Thor breaking a pillar near his window on accident.

"Love, would you be so kind and take your brother far from anything he can destroy? You're skilled with your gifts, I'm more than sure you will teach him how to control his own," the queen of Asgard asked the still half asleep trickster at breakfast table to which he nodded without even thinking.

And that's how he got stuck with him for the whole day. Alone. They already walked through forrest near Glittertind mountain and currently were trying to find the perfect place for Thor to train.

They were getting deeper into The Great Oak Woods when Thor thought it would be great fun to destroy a tree or two.

Loki was looking at map of Asgard in his head, trying to look for the nearest quarry. The mental gymnastics he had to do to concentrate in such noise was olympic worthy.

"Thor!" his brother turned to him. "Can you stop doing that for at least 5 minutes?!"

Thor's fingers begin to sparkle, teasing Loki. "And why should I?"

Loki pinged the bridge of his nose. "Because I'm trying to think, which is thanks to you nearly impossible!"

"Unlike you, dear brother, I have mighty powers that need to be controlled. How better than testing how far I can go?" he smirked confidently, sparks were now flying uncontrollably from his hands.

"That doesn't even make sense," Loki shook his head and begun walking away from him. "I don't have enough nerves for this."

He found himself a nice rock near his favourite lake. Birds around were chirping in their nests, sparkly fish with colourful fins were chasing each other in the crystal clear lake. Loki could finally relax.

Until he heard a wooden crack coming from his side.

On an instinct he drew daggers and turned towards a danger. Which turned out to be a girl. Bout in Loki's age. Knee high black boots covered by drying mud, dark green trousers and brown leather jacket hidden under black cloak which covered her hair as well. Sparkly curious eyes bore into his as she held up her hands in surrender.

He was more than sure he has never seen her before. She's a stranger.

"Hello," her melodic voice greeted.

"Who are you?" that wasn't probably the nicest thing to say to a newbie but Loki was trained to never trust a stranger.

"I'm a traveler," he expected a name, this answer sparked curiosity inside of him. She sparked a curiosity inside of him.

"And what's your name little traveler?" he started to lower his daggers, she didn't seem like a threat.

She opened her mouth but her face got twisted by pain as lightning struck her side. He quickly rushed, catching her before her head could collide with a rock.

"There, who needs training? One clear shot at first try!" a familiar booming voice came from Loki's left.

"You oaf, you nearly killed her!" Loki yelled at him.

"Her? I simply struck a moose."

Loki gathered her body into his arms and showed her face to his brother. "Does this look like a moose?"

Thor looked down at her, visibly paling. His hand started scratching the back of his head nervously. "Damn. Who is she? Did you know her?"

Loki shook his head and started to walk towards palace. "She said she's a traveler. Look at her clothes. No one on Asgard wears such fashion. Not to say a girl from Asgard would ever wear this," he gestured to her cloak which looked like a snake skin rather than an ordinary leather.

"Where are you taking her?" Thor trailed behind him.

"To fields, she'll make an excelent scarecrow," sarcasm was dripping from every word he said.

The older prince chuckled. "You and your jokes... What will we do with her when healers take care of her?"

"We? I'm not going to do anything with her, but YOU are going to apologize."

None of the princes noticed the white cracks looking like lightning bolts on the traveler's amulet.

[antigoneidk]

falling in love in nyc|p.p.

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: sometimes deep connections lead to fast and strong feelings.

warnings: fluff

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It all happened fast. You were just a girl with dreams that came to a big city hoping that you could live the life you always wanted. Study in your favourite college, find true friends, get money, rent your own apartment with a view, take risks, get drunk, drive around blasting to music, be independent.

He was a boy with the same dream. To move to New York, study science, hanging around with his friends 'till the sun comes up, find new hobbies, get new experiences, feel free from other responsibilities.

None of you had plans for finding love any time soon. You were so busy planning your future, he was hurt from the past. There was no room for falling.

It was 2:37, a cool summer Friday night-morning-when your worlds collide. You had your hair down, a little mascara and some lip gloss on your lips. Your fingers intertwined with your friend's one while she was singing lyrics from a song and you were laughing at her voice breaks.

He was wearing his old jeans and a dark green shirt combined with white sneakers. His eyes red due to his heavy schedule and the lack of sleep. His ears buzzing on the inside, his friends on the side making his pain worse.

He catched your eyes, his vibe different from what you had seen all this time staying there, sending waves that had some sort of a power towards you, a magic you didn't know that existed. How his slightly curled hair fell in front of his face, how his hands rested in his pockets, how his brown eyes landed on yours.

It felt wrong to just let him pass you just like that. It felt almost illegal to let him leave and never see his face again. He had this style that you swore it matched yours. Two souls that found each other out of nowhere and could vibe together.

You took the risk. You let go of your friend and turned around to face him walking slowly far away. "Hey" you shouted and saw all four boys turning your way and stopping their movements. You started making your way towards them, the girl behind you following in silence, surprised by your actions but in a good way.

"Hey" you heard him saying as he took a step forward. He was feeling the same attraction as you. His spidey sense hitting red. He scanned your body while you were walking, he could feel the nervousness from miles away.

"Um-I am y/n" you extended your hand waiting for his.

"I'm Peter. Nice to meet you" he grabbed your cold hand, his warm one sending shivers down your spine. You were just realizing what you were about to do, it was too late though.

"I know it might sound crazy but do you guys wanna join us? We were just walking around the city. Not something special you know. But if you guys are going somewhere I'm so sorry for-"

"No we are not going somewhere specifically. I just want to know why we should come with you girls and not just continue our own road?"

"Do we look like the bad guys?"your friend made her debut, all of them shaking their heads in denial. "Then why not? See it as an opportunity to make new friends in this big ass city" her confidence was a a trait you were jealous of and blamed yourself for not working for it more.

"I'm down" Peter said, your smile taking his breath away. You seemed like the most beautiful creature nature could make to him. Who would have thought that New York City could hide as as beauty as you?Or him?

"So? What are we waiting for? LETS GO!" all of them jumped and started walking the direction you were following moments ago, a laugh escaping your friends lips as she started talking with them.

And you followed few steps behind with the mysterious boy next to you. It was awkward at first, asking him questions about his life, his interests, what was he studying for. It felt like you taking an interview from a celebrity, trying to figure out everything, absorbing as much informations as possible.

The sunrise found you in Times Square sitting next to a fountain getting deep about life in general. How much people can change if they really want to, how cruel world is and how you can find people that worth more that gold.

Your eyes couldn't focus anywhere but him. His mouth opening and closing, his nose scrunching whenever he was referring to his past-and you were dying to learn more-, his pale skin shining under the lights, his eyes glowing while talking about his goals, what he had achieved and what he hoped he would in the near future.

His mind was trying to process the fact that a stranger had already made him feel stuff. An excitement for this new girl that so unexpectedly entered his life. He bit his lower lip whilst you explained to him the reasons you moved so far away from your hometown to pursue your dreams. How passionate you seemed about that, how grateful you were for that decision of yours.

And when your hands accidentally touched. When you bit the inside of your mouth, your hand moving back towards your body, his fingers running through his golden hair, both nervous from the sudden touch. Electricity hitting all your nerves, your body tensed.

And the days passed. Overthinking everything over again and again. In the morning, while at class, at the lunch break, during homework, at night before sleeping just to wake up and re-think everything one more day. He was a distraction, in every person you passed you could see his face, hear his voice calling your name like he was just few steps away.

And when you would actually see him, your heart not being able to stop, your cheeks hurting from smiling for that long. The need of hold his hand just for one second, to bury yourself inside his arms and stay there smell him 'till you can't anymore, to feel his warmth embracing you becoming bigger and stronger.

Peter was dying knowing everytime that he won't hold you like he wished he could. He wouldn't feel your soft hair with the palm of his hand. He couldn't kiss your lips, taste your mouth, pull you close to his body.

It was getting really lonely. Nothing seemed like before, it was like colors didn't exist anymore, like every thing was dead. The food didn't have taste, friends were boring, classes seemed like a torture, the nights cold under the bedsheets. This town was not interesting if he wasn't with you. If you weren't with him.

That was when you became aware of the fact that you had started to fall in love with him. Really bad.

Fast forward three months later. You invited him over, one bottle of your favorite drink and the lights from the building around light the room you were sitting on. Your head resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you keeping you close to him. You laughed at his jokes, listened to him talking about nothing really-not that you were paying attention, just enjoying his company more that ever and how only his voice could calm you. And he felt like the world was next to him, all the things he dreamed of were inside his arms. However he felt like he was far, far away from you, broken and hopeless.

There was a moment of silence.

Do it. Just do it.

"Y/n?"Peter whispered your name. You moved slightly your body hypnotized by him and searched for his eyes.

"Yeah?"

A deep breath was all it took for him."I think this is a good time to kiss you"

His eyes straight to yours. Your lips apart, surprised, excited, scared, happy, fearing that this was an hallucination, that you were starting to hear things.

You stood still at the same time the palm of his hand cupped your face, his action making the butterflies on your stomach dance around.

Take the risk.

You closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips connected with his. Your eyes closed shut, the feeling of him so close to you hard to get used to. Was this a dream? You didn't know but it happened.

He took the control and you just followed his moves, your heart skipping a beat when his other hand held your waist. It was better from what you had imagined. Way better. And you wanted to cry from happiness. All of your emotions getting exposed. You felt naked. Yet completed.

And that's how you fell in love. In New York city. With a stranger that was named Peter Parker. And his secrets waiting for you.

*this was written while listening to this playlist and just get sad and in love*

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0ETMalu3TCTHqkW4wXTtEx?si=VYljQ8VlTlKFGRlpXLmIng

[cocastyle]

I’m A Big Girl Now

Pairing - Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x reader

Word Count - 8,087

Warning - none

Prompt - (request by @GamingSkeleton on Wattpad) Tony/Steve x Reader (u can pick). The song from Hairspray "Mama I'm a big girl now." Can you make it a father daughter where it flips between the past and the present showing how you have changed completely from a shy little girl to a badass rebellious teen.

A/N - I got my first request recently from @GamingSkeleton !! thank you so much for requesting! I take requests at any time, so if you all have any ideas, just message me or comment on this story! flashbacks are in italics, regular is the present, and bold are the lyrics to the song! also, got a little carried away with this one because I just loved the idea!!

Y/N had a problem. Being the daughter of Captain America himself, one wouldn't think she would have problems, right? After all, she should be a part of the Avengers and help save the world alongside her father. She shouldn't have time for problems, right Wrong. So wrong.

You see, Steve Rogers may be the Captain America, but that didn't stop him from fearing that something was going to happen to his little girl at any moment. That fear was what controlled his life and, unfortunately, Y/N's life. But all Y/N wanted was to help save the world and be just like her father. And this. . .well, this is the story of how she finally got to do that.

- - -

Y/N rushed out of her room, hopping on one leg as she tried to tie her combat boot on her way towards the door. She could see Tony, Natasha, Thor, and her father all standing by the door, no doubt talking about some last minute things before heading out for the mission. The other Avengers were all loaded up in the quinjet outside which meant they would be leaving at any moment. Y/N had just made it to the door when Tony, Natasha, and Thor walked out. She saw her father about to walk out as well and was quick to run over and slip in front of him, one foot out the door as she was ready to sprint to the quinjet.

Steve must've been expecting her because he was quick to grab her arm and pull her back. "Stop!" He exclaimed making Y/N frown and turn to her father in annoyance.

Stop telling me what to do

Steve was staring at Y/N in exasperation as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I want to come with this time," Y/N told him, the smile on her face one that made Steve's heart melt. It broke him to know he was going to be the reason it disappeared. He watched as her eyes flickered down to the shield that was lying against the wall and she smiled and picked it up before mockingly holding his shield like he always did. "Imagine it. The two of us working side by side! You taught me how to throw this thing, so just imagine if I-" she trailed off as she pretended to throw the shield. Steve gritted his teeth and quickly grabbed the shield and took it from her as he exclaimed, "Don't!”

Don't treat me like a child of two

Y/N fell silent and looked to her father with a pleading smile. "Please?" Y/N asked. "Y/N, we've been over this hundreds of times. You're not coming and that's final," Steve told her. “I can help!" Y/N argued, her jaw setting as her anger started to take control. "You're not going," Steve insisted. "But Dad-" "No!"

I know that you want what's best-

"Dad," Y/N pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at him with big eyes. This was all she ever wanted, to be able to fight with them. Steve knew that. So why couldn't he let her do it just this once? She wasn't a little kid anymore. She could protect herself. “Is this because you think I'm too young? Cause Peter is my age and he gets to go on missions!" Y/N said. "It's different for you," Steve told her, trying to keep his voice steady. He had to leave and Y/N was only making him angry before the mission.

Y/N scoffed and crossed her arms as she looked at her father in pure hatred. "How is that even fair?" She asked. Steve noticed Tony pop his head into view from behind Y/N and he tapped his watch to tell Steve to hurry up. The super soldier sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking back up at his daughter. "Please," Steve whispered. "I just. . .I've got to go. We can talk more when I get back." His eyes flickered over his daughter's face as if he were trying to memorize her which maybe he was. There always was the possibility that he couldn't come back from a mission and the two both knew that.

"I love you," Steve told her as he went to hug his daughter, but Y/N, so filled with anger and totally fed up with the situation, shoved her father away with a scoff before storming back into the compound, leaving her father behind.

But mother, please. . .

Give it a rest!

Y/N's fists hit the punching bag with a satisfying whack as she furiously threw punch after punch. She had worked up a sweat by now from having spent the last two hours in the training room while everyone else was out on the mission. Mockingly, Y/N held up a fist and rolled her eyes as she said, "Stop! Don't! No! Please!"

She was so fed up with her father. She was seventeen for crying out loud and in less than a month she would be an adult. Steve had taught her everything she knew, so how come she couldn't go on missions with him? “Stop! Don't! No! Please!" Y/N muttered in anger as she threw a punch with each word. Her anger was getting the best of her and she was punching harder and harder, the punching bag shaking violently as she did so.

"Stop! Don't! No! Please!" Y/N cried as she threw one last punch at the bag, instantly knocking it off of the chain and sending it flying across the room. The girl stood there in shock for a moment as her anger finally seemed to dissolve. It was in that moment that she realized that she definitely wasn't the little girl her father thought she was. In fact, she was quiet the opposite.

A smirk appeared on Y/N's face and she cracked her fingers before going over to grab her water bottle and walking out of the training room. She was done sitting around doing whatever her father told her to do. It was her time to shine and she was going to shine brighter than any of the stars in the sky that was for sure.

Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Once upon a time when I was just a kid

You never let me do just what the older kids did

It was just another normal day for Steve Rogers and his four year old daughter, Y/N. As usual, the shy young girl clung onto her father's hand and made sure to keep her body so close to his leg that he almost tripped over her a few times. Steve was used to this by now seeing as Y/N was just a shy little thing, so the moment he suddenly realized his daughter wasn't clutching his hand anymore was the moment he knew what true panic felt like.

Luckily for him, Y/N was still the same timid young girl he had raised, so she hadn't gone too far. Instead, she was standing just a few feet behind him staring through the window of a karate building they had just walked past on their way from the park to the tower.

"Y/N," Steve called out, but the girl was so mesmerized by the flying kicks and the way the group of kids inside the dojo all seemed to move in unison that she didn't hear her father. Steve smiled softly and walked over to where the young h/c girl was standing. Her nose was barely pressed up against the glass to the point where there was only a tiny bit of pressure and her breath was only partially fogging up the window.

"Sweetheart, come on," Steve said. Y/N finally blinked back to reality and glanced at her father before pointing through the windows. "Want," she whispered. Steve looked through the windows at the little karate kids and winced at the thought of his daughter learning how to do such violent things before shaking his head and saying, "You don't want to do that, Y/N. Trust me."

In reality, he wasn't ready for her to do something like that. All he had ever been doing since the day Y/N was born was work to make sure she never had to worry about her own safety or even about having to protect herself. Sure, he still planned on teaching her basic self-defense, but, in his eyes, Y/N had him and the other Avengers to protect her from the scariness and harshness of the world.

"But-" Y/N whined. "Trust me, Y/N. You do trust your old man, right?" Steve asked, hating to have to pull that card, but wanting the conversation to end before the girl threw a fit.

Y/N frowned and nodded her head. "Yes," she whispered. "That's my girl. Besides, you've got me and some very gifted aunts and uncles to protect you. You shouldn't have to worry about learning to fight just yet," Steve told her. Y/N frowned more but nodded. Steve smiled down at his daughter before holding a hand out for her. The girl took it before Steve began to drag her down the street and away from the dojo.

So lose that laundry list of what you won't allow. . .

'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

"You sure you want to do this?" Peter Parker asked the young Rogers with the corner of his mouth twitching up. Y/N smirked and cracked her neck before holding her fists up. "Quit stalling and start fighting, Parker," Y/N retorted.

Peter feigned a look of shock and went to open his mouth, but Y/N raised an eyebrow as if to say that, if he talked, he would be proving her point. The boy chuckled softly and ducked his head slightly as a smile appeared on his face. For just a moment, Y/N felt her guard fall down as she watched the boy laugh, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. But then Peter was suddenly throwing a fist at her face and Y/N snapped back to reality before ducking and elbowing the boy in the side.

Peter groaned in surprise, but that was all he did before he threw another punch at her. Y/N dodged it again before the two began to spar, each one getting a hit in every once in a while while deflecting or dodging the rest. The two were so caught up in the sparing that they didn't realize how long they were going until the sweat had started to get into their eyes. Then, before either knew what was happening, Peter and swiped his leg out before knocking Y/N to the ground.

He had her pinned down within seconds and smirked as he looked down at her. It was then that the two realized just how close they were and both blushed softly as Peter whispered, "I think it's safe to say I won." "Oh really?" Y/N asked as she raised an eyebrow. She elbowed Peter in the gut, catching him by surprise, before flipping the two over so that she was straddling him. She held her arm against his neck and smiled at him, their faces only inches apart. "Want to rethink that statement?"

Peter chuckled softly and leaned his head back against the mat as he let out a heavy breath of relief. "You win," Peter assured her making the girl holler in victory. The young boy rolled his eyes before propping himself up on his elbows. This caused the two to have their faces a lot closer than before.

Peter's eyes widened when he realized what he had just done and he stared at Y/N in shock as their noses brushed against each other. "I-" Peter began, but his words fell short as his mouth awkwardly hung open. Y/N stared back at him with big e/c eyes and he was instantly mesmerized.

He didn't even think twice as his hand came up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, an action that had her cheeks turning a light pink. Peter's nose brushed against Y/N's a little more and he began to inch in ever so slightly.

“What is going on?"

The two had never moved so fast, both jumping away from each other as if the other had the plague. Peter and Y/N made sure to keep a good five feet's between the two before looking over at the doorway where Steve was standing with his hands on his hips. “What do you two think you are doing?" Steve asked, his voice slightly raised as he glared at the two. His glare was mostly aimed at Peter while the look he gave Y/N was more of a questioning one.

"Nothing was happening, Dad. We were just sparing is all," Y/N muttered nonchalantly as she walked over to where her things were. She picked up her water bottle and began to drink from it as she looked to her father who had his eyebrows raised.

"Sparing? And whose bright idea was that? You know you're not supposed to be sparing anyone. It's too dangerous," Steve pointed out. He pointed a finger at Peter before saying, "Peter, was this your idea? It was, wasn't it? How many times have I told you to stay away from my daughter, huh? I-"

"It was my idea."

Steve blinked in surprise before whirling around to look at his daughter who was standing there looking both bored and pissed at the same time. "I'm sorry, what?" Steve asked. "I misheard you right? I mean, why would my daughter do something that I have specifically told her countless of times not to do?"

"I wanted to spar and I asked Peter since he was around. He was being nice and said yes," Y/N explained with a shrug as if it should've been no big deal. This only seemed to anger Steve further while Peter silently snickered begins him.

Steve stared at his daughter in surprise while she blankly stared back at him. "You know how dangerous this is," Steve said, his voice stern as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Y/N rolled her eyes and let the hand with the water bottle fall to her side. "Sorry to disappoint, Dad, but I'm not a little girl anymore. You can't protect me forever," she said before turning on her heels and walking out of the room, leaving her father to stare after her in surprise.

Peter winced at what had just happened and began to slowly back away from the angered super soldier. "Not you, Parker. We need to talk," Steve said. "I really wish I could, Mr. Captain America, but I really got to. . .I got this thing with the. . ." Peter trailed off and stared at Steve for a moment before suddenly bolting towards the door and out of the room.

Steve wasn't in the mood to chase after him, so he merely let out a sigh and put a hand to his forehead. He had more important things to worry about anyways. Like how his sweet little girl was suddenly acting very differently ever since the mission a month ago. It was like he didn't even recognize her. She was becoming risky, rebellious. . .something he never thought he would see from her. So what did that mean for him? Was his little girl really gone?

Once upon a time I used to play with toys

But now I'd rather play around with teenage boys

So if I get a hickey, please don't have a cow!

'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

"Y/N, be careful!" Steve yelled out before letting out a soft sigh as he watched his daughter sprint for the playground where at least a dozen other kids were running around. "Calm down, Capsicle. It's just a playground," a voice said as a hand was placed on his shoulder.

The super soldier glanced over at Tony Stark who was smirking at him. Steve rolled his eyes and sat down on a bench on the outskirts of the playground as he kept his gaze trained on Y/N.

"Cap," Tony said making the blond's blue eyes flicker over to him. "Relax. She's just being a kid. No need to worry so much." "You don't get it, Tony. She's my kid. She's my kid. Everything she does gives me a heart attack," Steve told him.

"It shouldn't is my point. You should be enjoying the time you have with her, not worrying about her every move. If my father had been half as worried as you are, he would've had too many heart attacks to count," Tony chuckled.

Steve let out a small laugh at that and his shoulders started to relax for the first time that day which made Tony smile and slap his shoulder. "See? There's that laugh of yours. You got to lighten up a bit. Being a father to that kid of yours is probably going to be one of the greatest things you are ever going to do. Don't waste that time, okay?" Tony whispered.

The super soldier sighed and opened his mouth to agree with Tony when he suddenly caught sight of something that had him stumbling out of his seat. "Y/N M/N Rogers!" Steve practically screeched as he ran over to the tall castle int he middle of the playground where his daughter and a little boy were currently hanging off of the top of.

Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of her father and she gave him a childish grin. "Daddy! Look at me! I'm upside down! Or are you upside down?" Y/N giggled at that and so did the boy hanging upside down with her.

Upon hearing the boy's laugh, Y/N's face lit up even more and she pointed excitedly at the boy. "Daddy, this is Peter! He taught me how to do this. Isn't it so cool!" Y/N exclaimed. "Want to see something else cool?"

"Not really," Steve muttered to himself. "Y/N, honey, get down right now. It's not safe up there."

"I'm fine!" Y/N assured him as she pulled herself up onto her feet. She smiled and looked down at Peter before saying, "Watch this!" She then went to jump, but as she did, her father cried out, "Y/N, no!"

This caused the young girl to jump back in fright before she slipped and fell off the roof of the castle and onto the ground. Steve's eyes widened in panic and he dashed over to the girl while Tony finally began to come up behind them.

"Y/N!" Steve cried out as he slid onto his knees next to her. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" Y/N let out a small whimper as she sat up and wiped the mulch from her jacket. She had a few scraps on her hands and knees and a scratch on her face, but other than that she seemed to be okay. "I'm fine," Y/N said a little too aggressively, startling Steve, but he pushed it aside as her being in pain.

"Y/N, are you okay?" a small voice asked as the little boy, Peter, jumped off of the top of the castle and landed on his feet. "I'm okay," Y/N whispered in a small voice while Peter watched her worriedly. "I'm sorry, Mister. It's all my fault. I was the one that brought her up there," Peter muttered as he looked to Steve and then down at his feet.

"Oh my gosh! Peter!" a voice exclaimed before a woman came rushing over to them. The woman's eyes were frantically looking over the whole situation and she looked to Steve apologetic. "I'm so sorry. I've told him a hundred times not to go up there and probably a hundred more not to bring anyone up there," the woman rushed out.

"It's okay," Steve told her despite not really being okay with what happened. Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Steve scooped Y/N up on his arms and nodded over at Peter and the woman. "I think it's time Y/N and I head home. It was nice meeting you two," he said. He didn't even wait for a response before he began walking away.

"Bye, Y/N!" Peter cried out. Y/N looked over her father's shoulder and sent the boy a small smile as she waved at him. "Bye, Peter!" She yelled back.

As soon as she had turned back around, she caught sight of Tony who was standing off to the side and waved at him. "Uncle Tony! Did you see what I just did?" Y/N asked. "What? The hanging or the falling?" Tony asked. "The hanging," Y/N giggled. "Yeah, I saw it. Pretty impressive, but probably not the best thing to be doing," Tony told her.

Y/N frowned and went to respond, but her father was putting her down on the bench and was reaching into the small backpack he had brought with them that was full of Y/N's things and a small first aid kit. He was silent as he began working to clean up his daughter and Y/N watched him with big round eyes as he worked.

"You can't be doing stuff like that," Steve finally told her, his blue eyes flickering up to lock with her own. Y/N frowned and looked down at her shoes while Steve moved his head so that she was still looking at him. "What do I always tell you?" He asked. "Staying away from the dangerous things means that I stay safe," Y/N whispered sadly. Steve sighed and brushed some of the hair from his daughter's face before whispering, "I know it's hard, but it's for the best. You're the most important thing in my life, Y/N. All I want to do is protect you."

Y/N sighed before giving her father a small smile. "I love you, Daddy," she told him, knowing that everything he did was for her. Steve smiled back and kissed her forehead before whispering, "I love you too, squirt."

Ma, I gotta tell you that without a doubt I got my best dancing lessons from you

You're the one who taught me how to twist and shout because you shout non-stop and you're so twisted too!

Woah oh oh oh oh. . .

The door to the compound came flying open as soon as the Avengers arrived home from their mission. The first one through the door was Y/N Rogers, the girl who wasn't even supposed to be on the mission. The second person through? Steve Rogers, the father of the girl who wasn't supposed to be on the mission. Correction—the pissed off father of the girl who wasn't supposed to be on the mission.

"What was that?" Steve yelled out as he hurried after Y/N. "Y/N M/N Rogers! What the hell was that?" Y/N gritted her teeth and spun around to face her father who instantly stopped once he saw that she wasn't storming around anymore. "That was called me doing more than just sitting around waiting for you to come home. That was called saving your ass!" Y/N spat.

"Oh, so that's what that was? Cause it looked like all that happened was you got too egotistic for your own good and decided to come on a mission that I told you not to. And look what happened? You almost got hurt and I had to save you. So who saved whose ass now?" Steve asked angrily, his face turning red as he crossed his arms. “If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been put in that situation!" Y/N cried out. Steve opened his mouth, but Y/N was quick to point a finger at him and cut him off. "I can handle myself, thank you very much!"

"Obviously not. I don't know what has gotten into you, but this behavior of yours is unacceptable," Steve told her, his voice lowering to an eerily calm level that Y/N didn't notice. "My behavior? Let's talk about your behavior, shall we? You treat me like I'm still your little girl, like I'm going to break if the wind so much as blows in my direction. Well guess what, Dad? I'm not your little girl anymore!" Y/N cried out, tears streaming down her face from how upset and angry she was.

Steve was silently seething with anger and he gritted his teeth so hard that his next words came through his gritted teeth, "Go to your room. You're grounded." Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, but listened to her father and stormed past him and towards her room, making sure to bump him in the shoulder on the way out.

Once I used to fidget 'cause I just sat home

But now I'm just like Gidget and I gotta get to Rome!

So say "Arrivederci!"

"Toodle-loo!"

And "Ciao!"

Y/N yawned as she made her way towards the training room. She gently swung her water bottle in her hand as she walked, already bored out of her mind since everyone else was out on a mission while she was stuck at home. She hadn't spoken a word to her father since their argument a few days before, but she hadn't wanted to push his buttons any further at the moment, so she had decided to stay home for this mission to let the storm they had created pass by.

A small smile graced her lips once she reached the training room door and she pressed a few buttons on the screen and went to open the door, but sees light flashed on the screen signaling that her access was being denied. Y/N frowned and pressed tried again only for the screen to flash red.

'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Y/N's frowned deepened and she called out, "F.R.I.D.A.Y., what's wrong with the door?" "It appears that Captain Rogers has asked Mr. Stark to take you off the access list. Y/N Rogers is not allowed in the training room at this time," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

Stop! Don't! No!

Please!

"What?" Y/N asked angrily, her hands balling into fists as her face turned a little red just from anger. First her father doesn't let her go on missions and now he's not even letting her train?

Stop! Don't! No!

Please!

Y/N smirked and cracked her knuckles. "Two can play at this game, Old Man," Y/N muttered under her breath before walking off to Tony's lab and stealing some tools.

Stop! Don't! No!

Please! Mama, I'm a big girl now!

The door to the training room fell to the ground was a satisfying clang making Y/N smirk as she stood back up. She carelessly tossed the screwdriver she had been holding back into the toolbox before walking into the training room with a skip in her step.

Hey Mama, Say Mama-

"Y/N, come on," Steve said as he looked back over his shoulder at the small girl who was hiding behind a potted plant in the lobby of the Avengers compound. The blind smiled and held a hand out for his daughter before saying, "They're going to love you."

Y/N smiled softly and was quick to rush across the floor and over to her father before patching onto his hand and digging her face into his leg. Steve chuckled and began to slowly walk towards the elevator while Y/N trudged along beside him.

It took a few minutes, but the two eventually made it into the elevator and up to the top floor where the Avengers were all waiting to meet Y/N Rogers for the first time. Steve has always been pretty secretive about his home life, so when Y/N had called him from the babysitter's home one night only for Bruce to pick up the call, Steve knew he couldn't hide her from them any longer which is why today was happening.

The doors to the elevator dinged open and Y/N's eyes widened as a whole room of people all turned to look at the two. She glanced up at her father who walked forward and clasped hands with a guy that Y/N had seen on tv flying around in a red and gold suit.

The adults all began talking, but Y/N was half paying attention. It was only when they all turned to her and Steve called out her name that she finally snapped back to reality. Her face instantly reddened and she hurried over to her father before hiding behind his leg and shyly peaking out from behind. The Avengers all chuckled and Natasha smiled at Steve before looking down at Y/N and saying, "She's a shy little thing, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Steve chuckled as he ruffled his daughter's hair, "she's my little girl." "Savor it," Clint told him. "She won't always be." Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Thor all nodded in agreement and began rambling on about something, but Steve was looking at the ground with a small frown on his face. He knew Y/N wasn't going to be his little girl forever, but the thought of her, one day, not needing him was hard for him to think about.

A small squeeze on his leg had him looking down to see Y/N smiling up at him softly. He smiled back before silently telling himself that she may not be his little girl forever, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.

Once upon a time I was a shy young thing

Could barely walk and talk so much as dance and sing

But let me hit that stage, I wanna take my bow

'Cause Mama I'm a big girl now!

"You have got to be kidding me," Steve muttered as he looked at his daughter with his hands on his hips. Y/N looked up from where she was reading her book on her bed and gave him a confused look. "Hello to you too?" She said. "Please tell me you didn't actually break one of Tony's expensive doors just so you could train," Steve whispered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "So what if I did? You do know Tony is rich, right?" Y/N asked.

"That's not the point!" Steve exclaimed. "It's not my fault that you don't believe in me!" Y/N said in a raised voice. "Of course I believe in you! I just don't think you training and going on missions with us is a good idea," Steve told her angrily. Y/N let out a fake laugh ad she slammed her book shut and got up onto her feet. She tossed her book onto her bed before crossing her arms and walking over to her father. "You can't say anything to me! When you were my age you joined the freaking military! You even signed up to become a super soldier! And guess what? You had all these medical conditions that should've prevented you from doing any of that, but you did t anyways! If you can fight with all of that going on, then why can't I?" Y/N asked, her breathing heavy as her eyes sparkled with tears.

Steve was silent for a moment and his shoulders slumped slightly before he muttered, "It's not the same thing." Y/N scoffed before shoving past her father and walking out of the room. Steve sighed and followed after her, watching as she picked up the keys to his motorcycle before heading towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked in exasperation. "Out," Y/N spat before slamming the front door behind her. The sound of his motorcycle reviving to life should've had him running out after her, but Steve didn't even try to stop her and just stood there listening to the engine until it was so distant it was gone.

Woah, once upon a time I used to dress up Ken

But now that I'm a woman, I like bigger men

And I don't need a Barbie doll to show me how

'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now!

Peter was zoned out as he watched Y/N pace around his room. Her hands were in her hair and she was ranting about the ongoing fight with her father, but Peter was too entranced with the person that was Y/N Rogers to be able to pay attention. He only nodded every once in a while in response while his eyes continued to follow her back and forth and a small smile graced his lips. "You're beautiful," Peter muttered causing Y/N to stop and look at him in surprise.

"What?" Y/N asked. Peter's eyes widened and his face turned pink as he repeated, "What?" Y/N chuckled and smiled softly at Peter before asking, "Are you even listening?" "Partially," Peter replied honestly. "You kind of keep repeating the same things though."

Y/N sighed in frustration and fell face first onto Peter's bed before she dug her face into his side. Peter chuckled and wrapped his arms around the girl before saying, "The best thing you can probably do is prove your father wrong." "And how exactly can I do that?" Y/N asked as she propped herself up with her elbows.

Peter blushed slightly at their close proximity before subcontinent brushing some of Y/N's hair behind her ear as he talked. "We didn't exactly complete the mission from today, so we have to go back out again tomorrow and check out this other base. We leave in the morning, so you should just get up and tag along with us," Peter told her.

Y/N smiled at those words before leaning forward and kissing Peter's cheek instantly making him blush. "You are brilliant," Y/N told him before she reached out and took his hands in her own. She was silent as she played with his hands for a moment before she asked, "Would you want to go see the new Star Wars movie tonight? I know you've been wanting to see it and it's only a little after seven so we still have time before your curfew."

Peter's mind went blank for a second before he finally managed to stutter out, "Li-like. . .like a date?" Y/N chuckled and nodded her head. "Yeah, like a date," she whispered. Peter blushed even more before smiling and leaning up to kiss the corner of her mouth, this time making Y/N blink in surprise and blush. "I'd love to," Peter said before he sat up and quickly began to pull his shoes on.

Y/N blinked again to get out of her daze before looking over at Peter and smiling. Even if things weren't going well with her father, at least she had one thing good in her life.

Ma, you always taught me what was right from wrong

And now I just wanna give it a try

Mama, I've been in the nest for far too long

So please give a push and mama watch me fly. . .

To say that Steve wasn't happy when he saw Y/N on the quinjet the morning of the mission was an understatement. He was so angry that he swore he could see red and the fact that she was sitting across from Peter (who she was holding hands with) wasn't making it any better. Y/N, what do you think you are doing?" Steve began to say, but Tony was quick to step in front of him and stop him.

"Cap, I need you to calm down, okay? We couldn't do this yesterday, so who knows, she might be able to help," Tony told him. Steve frowned and went to reply, but Tony gave him a soft knowing smile and said, "She'll be okay."

Steve went silent and angrily brushed Tony away as he walked over to the side of the quinjet. He then leaned against the side and was quiet as the rest of the team packed up their stuff. Y/N kept her back to her father, not wanting to look at him and see the disappointment and anger in his face, so when Peter squeezed her hand in comfort, all she managed to do was squeeze back.

Watch me fly!

"Spider-Man, watch out!" Y/N cried out as three men began to shoot at her newly proclaimed boyfriend who was busy fighting a member of the gang they were fighting. Peter turned his head and quickly jumped out of the way before landing next to Y/N and letting out a sigh of relief. "Thanks," he whispered. "Don't die. You're too cute to die," Y/N told him. She didn't have to see him to know that he blushed.

She didn't get a chance to hear Peter respond because she saw two men sneaking up on them and was quick to respond. In a matter of seconds, Y/N had turned and used some of the moves she had learned from Natasha in order to take the two men down and render them unconscious and weaponless.

Y/N had been doing great so far on the mission, much better than any of them could've imagined. She had taken down at least half of the men single handedly and most of them hadn't even known she was coming before they were suddenly on the ground. The only person who hadn't seemed to see any of this was Steve who was too busy avoiding Y/N to watch what she was doing or see what she had accomplished.

In all honesty, Y/N hadn't been looking for her father either and she probably wouldn't have noticed him if it weren't for the fact that as soon as she had taken down one of the soldiers, he had fallen to reveal her father fighting three men a little ways away. She scowled when she saw that one of the men had taken his shield and that they were pining him on the ground.

Before she knew it, Y/N had sprinted over to the action and swung her leg under their feet so that all three of the men fell. She took the opportunity to grab her father's shield and used it to whack each of the men in the head so that they fell down unconscious.

Steve watched the girl with wide eyes, but she didn't even spare him a glance as she ran by him and over to where the last of the soldiers were filing in. He watched as she spun, kicked, punched, and whacked the soldiers with his shield until every single one of them was down.

He almost couldn't believe his eyes, but Y/N wasn't even fazed. She merely walked over to where Steve was lying down and looked down at him. She was silent as she lifted her hand up to her face to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth before she tossed his shield on the ground next to him. "You're welcome," was all she said before she was walking away, leaving Steve to stare after his 'little girl.'

Someday I will meet a man you won't condemn-

And we will have some kids and you can torture them-

But let me be a star before I take that vow

'Cause Mama, I'm a big girl now. . .

Woah oh, oh oh oh!

"I should leave soon," Peter muttered, his eyes closed as he held Y/N close to his chest. Y/N shook her head and dug her face into the crook of his neck as she whispered, "Please, don't." Peter chuckled and lifted one eye open so that he could kiss her head before he laid back down and whispered, "You're lucky I like you so much."

Y/N smiled warmly at that and was about to let her drowsiness take over when there was a knock on the door. Neither of the teens moved and, instead, Y/N just groaned and yelled out, "Who is it?"

"It's Dad."

That had the two suddenly sitting up with their eyes wide open. They were quick to pull away and Peter looked to Y/N with wide eyes. "Your father?" he whisper yelled so that Steve couldn't hear him. "It's okay. He shouldn't be surprised that you're here, Pete. It's the Avengers compound and you are an Avenger," Y/N told him. Peter nodded and relaxed slightly, although the thought of the Captain America seeing him cuddling with his daughter made him panic again.

Y/N stood up and went over to the door before opening it up, Peter watching silently from the bed behind her. Steve looked at his daughter before glancing back at Peter and then back at Y/N. He looked uncomfortable standing there and Y/N sighed before saying, "Peter, can you give us a minute?"

"Yeah, of course," Peter said as he quickly got up and began to scurry out of her room. He paused in the doorway to look at Steve and gave him a small nod, "Mr. Captain America, sir." Steve surprisingly gave him a soft smile and said, "Peter, I've told you a hundred times to just call me Steve."

"Sorry, Mr. Captain America. It won't happen again," Peter muttered before he winced at his words and quickly rushed out of the room. Y/N chuckled softly and shook her head at her boyfriend, but her laughter fell quiet once she looked back up at her father. She turned without a word and walked into her room which Steve took as a sign to follow her.

He walked in after her and watched as Y/N took a seat on her bed before looking up at him. For a moment, he swore he saw a smaller version of the girl, the shyer version of herself. But it was instantly replaced with the girl who he realized in that moment was anything but the shy little girl he thought she was.

She was a woman now and Steve. . .he was finally realizing it.

Mama, I'm a big girl now. . .

Hey, hey, hey!

Steve shuffled slightly in place as he tried to think of where to start. It took him a minute and he could tell Y/N was getting bored, so he eventually stopped fidgeting and took a deep breath before just flat out saying it.

"I'm sorry."

Y/N blinked in surprise and relaxed slightly as she looked up at her father, waiting for him to go on. "The way I've been treating you hadn't been the best. It's just. . .you've always been my little girl and I guess a part of me wasn't ready to just let that go. But seeing you fight out there today—correction, seeing you kick some ass out there today, it made me realize that you don't really need my protecting anymore. You've grown up and I see that now and I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner," Steve rambled.

Y/N was silent for a minute as she tried to process his words, but before he knew it she was smiling and jumping into his arms for a hug. "I'll always be your little girl, Dad. Just not the little girl you're used to. And for the whole not needing you to protect me anymore, I'm always going to need you. You're my dad after all. Just never and I mean never underestimate me again," Y/N said as she pointed a finger at him.

Steve chuckled and nodded before whispering, "You got it, squirt." He then rested his head on top of her own as he hugged her tightly, both of them enjoying the small embrace that they didn't have as often anymore.

"Okay, so are we going to talk about this whole Peter thing? Do we need to establish rules?"

"Dad!"

Mama, I'm a big girl-

Such a big, big girl!

I'm a big girl now!

"This is my dad," a young Y/N Rogers announced as she held up a big picture of her on her father's shoulders. The class full of students all went wide eyed when they realized just who it was that was her father and Y/N smiled proudly.

"My dad has probably the coolest job in the universe because he is Captain America and a part of the Avengers. He helps the other superheroes save the world and even helped to stop World War II which happened over seventy years ago! I guess you can say he's been saving the world for over seventy years!" Y/N exclaimed happily.

"Why I chose this picture for show and tell is because my dad is out saving the world right now so I couldn't exactly bring him. I wanted to bring the Hulk, but Uncle Tony said it wasn't the best idea so that's how I ended up with this picture."

"My dad is the most important thing in my life. I love him more than ice cream which is saying a lot because I really love ice cream. He's my best friend, my father, and my hero."

The shy Y/N Rogers looked at the picture and took in a deep breath once she felt her nerves start to take over. Seeing that picture of her father smiling up at her on his shoulders was enough to make her calm down and she looked to her classmates with a small smile on her face.

"I only hope I'll be able to be as great as he is one day."

Stop! Don't! No. . . Please!

Stop! Don't! No. . .Please!

Stop! Don't! No. . .Please!

When Y/N was younger, she used to always tell Steve that she wanted to be like him when she grew up. Of course he had always told her to be herself and to also stay out of danger, but that hadn't stopped her from wanting nothing more than to be like him and he knew it.

So watching Y/N walking off the quinjet with rest of the team with a big smile on her face made his heart swell. This was what she wanted and the amount of happiness on her face was enough to prove that.

"Cap, what's the plan?" Natasha asked as she glanced to the blond. Steve opened his mouth to respond, but then his eyes fell on Y/N who was watching him with a small smile on her face and adoration in her eyes. His mouth closed and he smiled before holding out his shield to the girl. "Actually, I was thinking we could let Y/N take the reigns on this one," Steve said making the young girl stare at him with wide eyes before she looked to her boyfriend in disbelief.

Y/N gently took the shield from her father while the other Avengers all cheered. Thor clapped the young girl on the back and she grinned before mourning a thanks to her father. Steve just winked at her and she began to tell the team what the plan was.

After she mentioned that her and Steve would be pairing off together, Steve found himself zoning out. He was too busy watching his daughter with pride in his eyes, not being able to stop himself from thinking about how proud he was of her.

Y/N may have wanted to be as great as him, but what she didn't realize was that she was a greater superhero than he would ever be. And Steve could obviously see that.

Steve didn't even realize he had zoned off until everyone was running off to their sectors of the building, leaving him and Y/N alone. Y/N looked to her father and smirked before saying, "Come on, Old Man. Get to work."

Steve chuckled, Y/N joining in as well. And with that, the father daughter duo ran off to start fighting some bad guys side by side.

Mama, I'm a big girl now!

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Word Count: 3777

Summary: Things rarely happen during the night shift, but tonight, it seems like the whole world is ending. Well, only according to my neighbor.

It was a night like any other. After 1am people rarely came into the small shop to get anything, be it food, drinks or other things they found here. Therefore I often had some peace until the end of my shift, which wasn’t until morning at 6 o’clock. It was exactly the same now. I had just said goodbye to the last customer and let myself fall on the small stool that always stood behind the counter. A quick look at the small digital clock next to the cash register told me that it was just after 1. If someone stormed into the store now, the world really had to be ending. And by that I didn’t mean a miniscule storm, but something bigger. Like a nuclear war between Trump and North Korea or the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse.

For a short moment I closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. As long as you could call the buzzing of the refrigerated counters and the quiet music coming out of the speakers silence. I had become so accustomed to the constant background noises that they almost had a calming effect on me. Every now and then the flickering neon tube above the candy shelf attracted my attention. Not a soul was to be seen far and wide. The view I had from around the heated counters for the baked goods, onto the small side street confirmed this. At this time of day a lone car rarely drove here and if one ever did, then mostly only to avoid the idiotically operated traffic lights of the main streets.

I sat down normally again and dug out my papers to study. I did that almost every night shift I had. One of the reasons why I really couldn’t understand why each of my colleagues avoided the night shift. Unlike during the day, it was always quiet, because exciting things rarely happened during the night shifts. I was almost always able to concentrate on learning, and I hardly ever had to deal with annoying customers or noisy children. Usually they brought up the argument that I could also learn at home and should spend the nights sleeping. But the big difference was that I wasn’t paid at home also I didn’t sleep at home anyways, when I was spending the nights learning. Besides, a student knows no sleep during the Finals week. It’s basically an unwritten law. Thus this argument was also void. Therefore I preferred to be paid for learning. >Okay, let’s have a look.< I thought to myself before I buried my nose in my anatomy book.

The loud ringing of the bell above the shop door, which had been violently torn open, tore me away from my notes. Frightened, I flinched and automatically looked at the small digital clock next to me. The small display showed shortly after 3. At this time there really must have been a nuclear war outside or the zombie apocalypse must have broken out, otherwise I couldn’t explain the heavy steps and heavy breathing, which echoed through the shop. I could hardly see anybody from my position. This was also due to the fact that the heated counter blocked my view of most of the shop. The unknown person seemed to have stopped because the steps had ceased. But now the whirring of one of the refrigerated counters became louder, a sure indicator that he had opened one of the doors. Slowly the situation scared me a little and I hoped that I would not be asked for the entire contents of the cash register in a few seconds. But wasn't there a first time for everything? A very loud >>Fuck! << let me flinch again, the fridge door being slammed in annoyance. Cautiously I got up and peered as well as I could over the shelves, while from the back of the shop an indefinable long strand of curses came floating towards me. So if one really intended to rob me now, whoever it was, was on the completely wrong side of the shop, since all you could find back there was milk in every variation. On the other hand though, if he really intended to steal milk I would definitely worry about the average salary of our society, because milk was really not expensive.

I timidly took a step out of my cover and continued to spy across the shelves. Apart from a black mop of hair I couldn't see anything. Gathering all my courage, I spoke up, not leaving the protection of my counter. >>Can I help you in any way? << Surprisingly, my voice trembled less than I expected. Quite contrary to my hands which were shaking uncontrollably. The black head shot up jerkily and looked over the shelves at me. I resisted my initial instinct to jump behind the counter again to hide and took a step forward to make myself more visible. >>Y/n? << It suddenly came quite confused from the unknown gentleman. My heart was racing now. Although I knew the voice, I couldn’t immediately identify it because of my nervousness. My instinct took over when the stranger came out behind the shelves and let me take another step back behind the desk.

A wave of relief washed over me when I saw who had stormed into the store. >>Jungkook? << I asked just as confused as he was while leaning against the shelf behind me, completely ignoring that I had just successfully knocked over everything on it and exhaled deeply. >>My God you scared me. Can’t you come into a shop like a normal person? << I grumbled at my neighbour and raked my hand through my hair. However, it didn’t seem to interest the black haired guy in any way that he had just almost given me a heart attack, because he came running towards the counter with quick steps and almost threw himself over it to reach for my wrists. A little surprised by the sudden contact I stiffened briefly, but he didn’t even seem to notice that. >>Y/n...I have a problem. A very big problem even. << Almost automatically my eyes wandered to his crotch. So either his problem wasn’t as big as he said or his sweatpants did an extremely good job of hiding it. I felt the heat rising into my cheeks as he put his hand on my cheek and gently stroked it. >>It’s really important that you help me with this, ok? << he spoke now as his eyes wandered over my face. However, his tone of voice irritated me a little. If he really wanted me to suck his dick, he should stop beating around the bush about it.

A snap in front of my face brought me back to reality. I felt my face take on the colour of an overripe tomato. >>I have no time for your thirsty ass because my ass is thirty too. << he exclaimed not making the situation any clearer for my brain. >>For Banana milk! <<< he groaned at me, this time visibly tense. Either he could read my mind or I had just undressed him with my eyes. Since I strongly doubted the former, I had to be satisfied with the latter. Much to my embarrassment. At that moment I wished for nothing more than the ground to open up and devour me. I would even prefer the zombie apocalypse. I would even voluntarily throw myself into Zombietrumps arms and present myself as a willing victim to get out of this embarrassment. A little confused, I blinked at him, while Jungkook moved from one leg to the other. >>Do you still have any in stock or not? << he asked with a little more emphasis and nodded his head towards the fridges. >>What do we still have in stock? << I asked more confused than before and looked at him like a deer in the headlight. >>Banana milk! << he almost yelled now, leaning over the counter even further, if at all possible. In the meantime he had placed his hands on the counter top to support himself a little further while his face was hovering a few centimeters in front of mine, his eyes looking at me insistently.>>Please Y/n...<< his voice was now nothing more than a pleading whisper. With big eyes he looked at me. Under normal circumstances, I would now ask the customer to keep a little more distance, but under my neighbour’s intense stare I couldn’t get a single useful word out. For a few seconds we just stared at each other, while I, for my part, tried to reconnect my tongue to my brain, and him obviously waiting for an answer. Just as I was about to open my mouth again to tell him that if there wasn’t any left the fridge I would have to look in the stockroom, since my brain was thank god already that far, the bell above the shop door distracted me again. Jungkook didn’t move an inch when I tried to look past his extremely muscular, broad form. >>Y/n? << a voice I knew all too well called out. >>Are you there? << I looked back at the black haired one in front of me, who still stared me down with an unaltered forceful gaze. Steps echoed through the store and approached the counter. >>Jimin? << I asked mentally thanking my brain for re- establishing the connection to my vocal chords in time. I was given a relieved breath as an answer. When he finally appeared in my field of vision he stopped abruptly. >>Do you know him Y/n? Is he bothering you? << my fellow student asked anxiously and came a little closer. Typically Jimin.

I had met him during one of my lectures. At that time we had sat next to each other for almost half a year, but none of us had made any attempts to start a conversation. Until the day I had fallen asleep on the table completely knocked out. The two nights before that had been spent with studying only so I had been running exclusively on coffee. Apparently I had complained in my sleep about the curriculum. Jimin, the angel he was, had fortunately woken me up before more people around us could hear my ramblings.

How it became us suddenly going out for a coffee every day after university and then spending the afternoons or evenings together, I hadn't quite figured out yet. Regardless, because I liked him I didn’t worry too much about the how. At some point he had started to visit me at night on my shifts, after he had found out about my job. Most of the times he payed me a visit we used the time to learn together or just to talk a little.

I just pieced together an answer as Jungkook cut me off this time. He whirled around and looked at the blonde. >>No Hyung! Nothing is ok! I have a serious problem! For days I haven't been doing anything else than learning and now the worst of all emergencies has happened: << he took a short break and inhaled deeply. >>I don’t have Banana milk anymore! How am I supposed to study now? << Now I was completely confused >>Wait...you know each other? << I asked no one in particular. Jimin nodded before he looked at Jungkook urgently. >>When was the last time you slept? << he asked, honest worry etched into his features. Jungkook looked at him as if the older one had just suggested a Threesome on the counter. I wouldn’t say no to that, since both men looked extremely good even though it would take a little bit of convincing. >>Is it important when I slept the last time? << he avoided the question. >>I currently have a much bigger problem. I. Don’t. Have. Any. Banana. Milk. Left. << he said and spoke each word accentuated slowly.

Jungkook turned back to me. By now he was looking like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Jimin’s face, on the other hand, showed a mixture of deep concern and pure amusement. At least he looked exactly like I felt inside. >>I’d have to go to the storeroom to see if we still have any left. << I finally said what I had been trying to say for a good few minutes now. >>Were there no more on the back shelf? << I asked the standard question. Although I was very aware of the fact that he probably wouldn’t be standing here in front of me, begging to get the milk if it was still on the shelf, it was just a habitual question. Now Jungkook looked at me as if I had just told him that I liked Jimin’s unspoken orgy idea.

Looking for help he turned to Jimin who was too busy trying not to laugh. >>Don’t you think I would have disappeared into my study hell long ago if I had found some in that damn refrigerated shelf? << he groaned quite desperately. I bit my lower lip to stifle a smile and shook my head. >>Y/n...please...it’s really important. Otherwise I can’t continue studying and if I don’t study then I fail and if I fail my parents are incredibly disappointed in me because they would have expected something better and if my parents are disappointed in me I don’t know what to do anymore and... << His flood of words was interrupted by Jimin looking at him with his eyebrow raised. >>Now take it down a notch, Kook. You act as if the whole world is going down because of your banana milk. << He only got a sulking Jungkook as an answer. I just nodded silently and quickly disappeared to the back of the store.

In the storeroom I shook my head laughing. He probably just exaggerated the situation. It was a bit amusing what some finals could make out of us poor students.

I quickly managed to find what I was looking for, finishing the trip to the storage room. With the desired milk on my arm I went back to the sales room. Jungkook was running restlessly up and down in the counter area, while Jimin sat relaxed on the counter top typing on his mobile phone. I decided to let my stressed neighbour fidget a little longer and hid behind one of the shelves. A few seconds passed in which Jungkook continued to run up and down until Jimin was fed up with it. >>You look like you’re about to have a complete breakdown and your last resort is this stupid banana milk. << he deadpanned and looked at the black-haired guy over his phone. Jungkook glared at the blonde. >>That’s easy for you to say. I know you’ve already finished your finals. But maybe I should ask Y/n what you look like when you’re close to  them. << he snapped at the older one and I bit my lower lip to avoid giggling. Jungkook wasn't completely wrong. Jimin could look a lot worse when we were close to the finals. To be honest, I’ve never seen a person who could be so stressed over a test like Jimin was. Well, except Jungkook. >>Where do you know each other from? << Jungkook asked changing the subject. He dropped himself cross-legged to the ground. Apparently he had given up trying to demolish the floor. Jimin shrugged. >>She sits next to me in my main lectures. At some point she fell asleep on the table and complained very energetically about the subject matter. I finally woke her up before the whole course heard her tirade of abuse. << Jungkook chuckled quietly. >>And you? << Jimin asked him the counter question. Jungkook leaned back, supporting his weight on his hands. I was able to see his biceps flexing under the short sleeves of his shirt. >>She is my neighbour. << he answered briefly. The only thing that made it clear that the young man was still under tension was his restlessly wobbly leg and his eyes that were continuously darting in the direction I had disappeared before. >>How long does it take her to find this damn milk? << he grumbled, now and stretched out a little hoping to get a better look through the open storage room door. Again Jimin shrugged. >>When was the last time you had sex? << The blonde suddenly asked bluntly. Jungkook looked at him completely stunned and also caught me off guard with the question. Jimin meant his question completely seriously, since no mockery could be found in his voice. Almost synchronously both Jungkook and I raised an eyebrow. >>Honestly, sex is my least concern at the moment. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’ll write my finals next week, haven’t slept for 3 days and live on banana milk and coffee. << Now Jimin also raised an eyebrow. >>As long as you don’t pour the milk into the coffee. << My neighbour remained suspiciously silent for a few seconds. >>Why do you even ask that so bluntly? << he asked after a few seconds and looked critically at Jimin, who only gave a slight chuckle. >>Forgot that I'm a med student? Sex helps to reduce stress and helps to relax. You need both badly. You could also masturbate, because what counts in the end is the orgasm. << The blonde took a dramatic break. Jungkook looked at him a little disparagingly. I, on the other hand, couldn’t resist a grin. It was so incredibly typical for Jimin to come up with ideas like that, even if he was not wrong this time. The endorphins the body released during orgasm really helped with stress relief and relaxation. Jimin continued carefree despite my neighbour being visibly unhappy about the topic. >>But it’s more fun with two people. << he finished and wiggled his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face. My neighbour snorted unamused before reaching into the shelf behind him and threw the first thing he could reach for at Jimin, in this case a chewing gum container. The blonde man caught it with playful ease.

>>I would prefer it if the goods would not get wings. << I finally revealed myself, while it cost me some serious self-control not to laugh out loud. The incredibly annoyed expression on my neighbour’s face turned into a wide beam when he saw the boxes in my arms. >>Before anything breaks here. << I finished my statement and put the boxes on the counter next to Jimin. >>Is that enough? << I turned back to Jungkook who jumped up nodding gleefully. >>You are the best Y/n! << he exclaimed cheerfully and embraced me impetuously. Since I hadn’t expected it, I stiffened reflexively briefly, which he didn’t seem to notice in his euphoria. I couldn’t resist a smile as I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist to return the hug. However, he seemed to see it as a kind of invitation to wrap his arms a little tighter around my form, which only elicited a suffocated sound from me. Classic case of underestimating one’s own strength. A squeak escaped my throat as he suddenly lifted me up just to hug me tighter. A quiet giggle echoed from the counter, which could also have come from me, if my neighbour wasn’t busy squeezing any air left out of my lungs. I had never experienced so much enthusiasm about a few bottles of banana milk.

Instead of just putting me back on the ground, he still kept me firmly pressed against his body. Meanwhile I had put my hands on his upper arms to stabilize myself a little. I could feel his muscles tense under the fabric of his T-shirt. It had not remained hidden to me that the young man was 80% pure muscle, since I had met him too often in the morning, when he was on his way to the gym and I was on the way to my flat. Besides, I really wasn’t blind. Although, feeling the muscles under my fingers was certainly not an unwelcomed experience. >>Thank you! Thank you Y/n. You're saving my finals. << he said. If we were now in one of these cheesy romances he would kiss me now. Also something I wouldn’t complain about. But we weren’t. I became painfully aware of this when he put me back on the floor and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. A little disappointed inside, I went back behind the counter and pushed Jimin, who sulked at me, down without further ado. >>This isn’t a seat you dingus. << I said drily and let the black haired man pay for his banana milk.

Suddenly a strange silence laid over us. We looked at each other a little awkwardly while Jungkook grabbed his boxes. >>I’ll go then...<< he mumbled into the silence and nodded giving us a friendly smile before he left. >>Don’t forget what I told you earlier. << Jimin called after him causing the younger one to turn around. The blonde pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and made the corresponding hand movement. Jungkook shook his head snorting before he disappeared through the door with a loving >>Fuck you Park! << . Bewildered I looked at my friend and hit him on the arm. >>Not everyone is such a fucking nymphomaniac like you! << I exclaimed outraged and made Jimin burst out laughing. Rolling his eyes, I brought the chewing gum container back to its place, while in the meantime, still giggling quietly, he was roaming through the shop and grabbing some snacks from the shelves. >>I just desperately hope he doesn’t really pour the milk into his coffee. << he said when he came back to me. I shrugged and scanned the things he had put on the counter. >>I don’t think we’ll ever know. << Jimin laughed quietly as I pushed the card reader over to him. >>But during the finals your brain is totally strained, so I wouldn’t be surprised. I don’t have to remind you what you do when you’re stressed, do I? << I teased him a little. The blonde just grumbled as he took the bags. >>See you tomorrow? << he asked before turning to leave. I nodded approvingly. He said goodbye and with that I was alone again. Grinning I looked at the clock. Shortly before 4. I sighed quietly and let myself fall again on my stool behind the heated counter. At least I could still use the last hours for studying.

[mikamangata]

Eine kleine Nachtmusik

First of all, thank you so much for the amazing love you all showed my last few posts! It really makes you want to write as much as possible if there's so many people enjoying it!

If you didn't read the first chapter or my If BTS attended Hogwarts Hyung/Maknae line post I recommend you do that, otherwise there'll be some confusion! Anyways, I hope you'll have fun reading!^^

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Chapter two

"And what did you do during the summer, Kookie? Oh and Taehyungie and Jiminie told me you probably didn't get to buy new school things for this year, so we bought everything you'll need when we were at Diagon Alley." Granny said. They were currently all eating breakfast together, Jungkook himself had a big plate full of pancakes in front of him. They looked delicious and he ate timidly. "I-I didn't do anything, really. And thank you so much for getting my school supplies, I don't know how to thank you." The youngest said genuinely. Granny, an old woman with grey hair and welcoming, motherly eyes, immediately answered: "Oh you don't have to thank us, Kookie darling! It wasn't a bother at all and when the boys told me about the way your family treats you...I honestly have no words. But I want you to know that you're always welcome here, sweetheart." Jungkook nearly teared up at that. This woman, who had met him only once before, who knew nothing about him except for the things Taehyung and Jimin told her, opened her arms and home for him. She greeted him warmly, let him sleep in her house and made him a nice breakfast. Jungkook's heart clenched at the thought and he gulped loudly, unable to answer. Granny sensed this avalanche of feelings that seemed to swallow Jungkook's words, so she got up and hugged the youngest gently. At first Jungkook was taken aback, but after a moment he hugged her back. His fists gripped Granny's yellow apron tightly as he whimpered quietly, the motherly love new and overwhelming for him. Is that what it felt like? Because if it did, he'd do anything in the world to feel it for just a few moments longer. The absence of hostility paired with Granny's warmth calmed him down and the old woman gently cooed at him.

"Jiminie, don't forget your hoodie, the castle is cold when it's winter!" "It's in my suitcase Granny." "Taehyung! Don't forget Gucci!" "I already put her in the car." "Yoongi-ah, help Kookie with his suitcase!" "Okay." "Hoseok-ah, did Mickey come back yet? If not I'll send him to Hogwarts later." "I haven't seen him in weeks, he's probably lost again." The whole house buzzed with energy since everyone was running around, packing their things into the car. Granny was reminding them gently of important thing they might have forgotten, at the same time making sandwiches for them so they had something to eat on the train. After they were done, everyone got into the car, which seemed way bigger than before, and they drove to the train station. The drive itself was quite uneventful, except for when Taehyung thought it was a good idea to let Gucci out of her cage. "Taehyung oh my god put that thing back in its cage or I'll throw it out the goddamn window!" Hoseok screeched. Everyone knew that he hated snakes, it was Taehyung's fault really. "Okay okay, calm down! She just looked like she needed cuddles, I'll put her right back." Taehyung groaned.

They arrived at the station and ran through the brick wall with their pets and suitcases. The big red Hogwarts train was as beautiful as they had remembered, with people running around hurriedly and parents saying their goodbyes. As they looked around, Jungkook's eyes landed on a tall, broad-shouldered Hufflepuff prefect, already in his uniform. He was talking to some parents, answering questions and reassuring them that their child would be safe at Hogwarts. Jungkook immediately started running towards him, leaving all his things behind. He shouted: "Hyung! Jin-hyung!" The handsome boy turned around and greeted Jungkook by hugging him tightly. "Kookie! It's great to see you again, I was so worried. When I heard you arrived at Taehyung's I wanted to come too but I was to busy, I'm sorry." Seokjin apologised, gently kissing the top of Jungkook's head. "S'okay, Hyung. Missed you lots." Jungkook answered, his voice muffled by the fabric of Seokjin's uniform and the older snickered fondly. They parted reluctantly and the Seokjin slung an arm around Jungkook's shoulders. "Joonie and I arrived super early so we were able to get a whole compartment to ourselves. I won't be with you for the first fifty minutes or so, I have a prefect meeting. But I'll join you as soon as I can, promise. Joonie is already waiting inside, I told him to stay in the compartment so nobody would take it away from us. Get your stuff inside, I still have to talk to some people." Jungkook nodded and walked back to the other boys. While the youngest was talking to Seokjin, the others got onto the train and put all the suitcases away. Granny gave Jungkook a final goodbye-hug and a loving kiss on his forehead, then she ushered him to join the other boys. He smiled and got onto the train, searching for his friends. They had a compartment at the far back, with comfortable seats and a nice view. "Kook! Let me look at you, kiddo! I haven't seen you ages, you've almost grown a little!" Namjoon exclaimed as he hugged the youngest tightly. "I missed you, Hyung." Jungkook murmured back cutely, which made the others coo at him. The youngest sat down between Yoongi and Jimin, with Yoongi sitting on the side of the window opposite of Taehyung and Jimin sitting next to the compartment door and opposite of Hoseok, Namjoon in the middle of Taehyung and Hoseok.

They conversed lightly, talking about the summer and what they looked forward to at Hogwarts. At some point Seokjin joined them, squeezing himself between Namjoon and Hoseok. They all ate the sandwiches granny made and joked about Ilhyuk and his stupid gang. Koo Ilhyuk was the same age as Taehyung and Jimin and an awful bully. Their groups of friends often clashed, fights ignited by Ilhyuk's hatred for everything that wasn't Pureblood and his stupidly big and mean companions Dottle and Cabley. But they didn't have to worry about that for now, at least. They arrived at the castle when it was already dark and Seokjin had to leave them again to take care of the new tiny first years. When they got to the castle they were were greeted by Peeves, the most mischievous ghost in the history of Hogwarts (and everywhere, really). Taehyung excitedly waved at him: "Peeves! Peeves, I'm back! How was your summer?" "Good good, Taehyung...it's almost nice to see you again. Now excuse me, I have some fresh meat to scare." The ghost said and floated in the direction of the first years. Shortly after, loud and panicked screams erupted, followed by a panicked Hagrid: "Please calm down! Peeves does that every year, but he's a friendly ghost! That's not a real dragon!" This didn't really make the situation better for the scared first years but then the huge gate opened and they were all "rescued" by an annoyed looking Professor McGonagall. Meanwhile, the boys walked into the great hall, sitting down at their respective tables; Yoongi at the Slytherin table, Seokjin and Hoseok at the Hufflepuff table, Namjoon at the Ravenclaw table and Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook at the Gryffindor table. After the sorting ceremony, they all looked at the front podium expectantly. Dumbledore looked at everyone through his old glasses and said: "I hope you all had a nice summer! For those of you who didn't, don't worry, your time at Hogwarts will make up for that. I proudly greet the new faces, full of curiosity and will to learn! Oh and I have an announcement to make: We have a new teacher for Defence Against The Dark Arts; please welcome Professor Hermann Maier! He's an old friend of mine that travelled all the way from Germany just to teach you guys!" As the pupils applauded excitedly, an about forty year old man stepped onto the podium. He had brown hair that already had a few gray streaks in it, although he didn't exactly look old enough to have those. He wore simple blue jeans and a black button-up t-shirt. His face seemed welcoming with a pair of green eyes and a little too big nose, but he looked like somebody that had seen too much. There was some stubble on his chin, but it seemed like it was there intentionally. "Oh uhm yeah thank you Albus. Well, as mentioned before, I'm Hermann Maier! It's nice to meet all of you and I sincerely hope we have a great time together. Thank you for giving me this great opportunity Albus and thank all of you for welcoming me so warmly!" Professor Maier said and walked back to were he sat between Professor Sprout and Professor Snape. "Let the feast begin!" Immediately after Dumbledore said that, all the tables were filled with food. Quiet chatter broke out as pupils and teachers alike conversed about all kinds of things. Jungkook looked around; Jimin was currently hitting Taehyung with a chicken wing because Taehyung had tried to stick a carrot up Jimin's nose. Again. Jungkook smiled fondly and tried to catch a glimpse of his other friends, but unfortunately he couldn't see them over the swarms of heads moving excitedly. So instead, the young Gryffindor looked at Professor Maier. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with Professor Sprout about god-knows-what. Jungkook didn't know what to think of him. He looked like a nice guy with a genuine interest to teach instead of just torturing them cough Snape cough. But Jungkook decided to keep his guard up, just to make sure. He was looking forward to his first lesson with the new Professor.

After finishing their meals, they all went to their respective dorms. Jungkook was sitting on his bed, sneakily looking at Jimin. The older Gryffindor was only in his black underwear, currently searching for his pajama pants. Jungkook's pretty sure he saw Taehyung walk into the bathroom with them earlier, but Jimin didn't need to know that yet. "Like what you see?" Jungkook's staring wasn't as sneaky as he had thought. His face turned red and he slowly layed down on his bed, whole body turned away from Jimin. If he couldn't see Jimin then Jimin couldn't see him. Yes, that's how things work. Jimin chuckled and said: "You know it's okay to look at me, to touch me, to kiss me. We're together after all. I understand that you're shy, it's really cute honestly, but you don't have to be. Not with me, not with Taehyung either. We'll never make fun of you for that. Tease you a little, maybe, but that's all. I hope you understand that. And now come here, I want to cuddle!" Jungkook smiled shyly as he walked over to Jimin's bed and they both layed down, cuddling up to each other. "Tae took my pants, didn't he?" "Yes." "Goddammit." Speaking of the devil, Taehyung entered the bedroom and, upon seeing the tiny cuddle pile, immediately joined the other two.

"Kim Taehyung I love you but I swear to god that if you stuffed my pants into the shower head again I will end you." Jimin angrily whispered into the darkness of the room. Jungkook felt Taehyung tense behind him and giggled quietly. "I don't think I really thanked you for what you did for me, so...thank you. Seriously, I was so down and then you guys came and made everything better. You're my best friends and I-I love you." Jungkook confessed gently. Both Jimin and Taehyung tightened their holds on the Maknae and let out quiet Aaww's, Don't worry about it's and We love you too's. Needless to say, the youngest fell asleep quickly, with nothing on his mind other than Jimin and Taehyung.

Jungkook woke up in the middle of the night. There was a weird feeling surrounding him, something he had never felt before. Like some sort of tugging sensation, but not like when somebody grabbed your arm or something, it felt different. As if his entire being was gently tugged towards the door. Jungkook felt sluggish and groggy from sleep, he didn't want to get up. The two bodies holding him gently were warm and comfortable. So instead he opted for just sitting up. He looked around the room, but everything seemed normal, he didn't feel scared although he never really fancied the darkness. Suddenly Jungkook heard a laugh, an overexcited cackle. It sounded like it was far away, but the boy could still hear it clearly. Weird, he thought, who the hell is laughing so loudly at this hour? Jungkook wasn't unnerved or anything, the laugh sounded quite nice actually, like an old friend inviting him to play. But Jungkook was tired and comfortable, so instead of further listening to the strange sound and wondering about this weird tugging sensation, he went back to sleep peacefully.

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Author's note: So uhm here's chapter two! I'm sorry that I didn't upload anything in such a long time, I was really busy with school and there's a lot of health stuff going on so yeah. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter! What do you think will happen next? Who was laughing so mysteriously in the middle of the night? The plot is definitely going to pick up speed from here! I'll try to upload the next chapter as soon as possible, but as I said before, I'm really busy and my health doesn't look that good. But I always enjoy writing, so hopefully I can continue to do so for a long time! Hihi, I hope you all have a great day!^^

[unsatisfied-dreamer]

Starlit Nights

A scenario of going out to a theme park and you aren't a fan of height but you didn't tell him. This is a bit of a romance comedy and comfort type short story with my Bias Kim Byeongkwan. I hope you enjoy it and find good and supportive relationships. <3

Byeongkwan told you to wait by the entrance gate because he already bought the tickets for today. You hope he doesn't feel too bad because you actually arrived early and he doesn't like to make you wait. Smiling to yourself he was a thoughtful gentlemen through and through. While you waited your eyes drifted up to the sky even with the lights from the park entrance the stars were so bright and could be seen. A voice that always fills your chest with warmth butterflies calls out your name. There in front of you was someone who shined brighter than any star. Your face widen into a smile seeing his smiling face and eyes shimmer with life. "Hi Byeongi~" You held your arms out as he ran to you scooping you and spinning you. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held onto your waist. Laughing as you both kept spinning. "Okay Kwanie can you please put me down? We're going to be spinning enough later better save up our endurance." Byeongkwan looks up at you with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Fine I guess I have to put you down... after one last spin." True to his word he spun you one last final time. When your feet final met the ground again he kept your waists together looking into your eyes. You reached up to cup his face in both your hand a pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. Which he returned and then kissed your forehead stepping away but not before he grabbed your hand. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the tickets. "Let's get it!" You rolled your eyes laughing. "Where did you learn that? You even have me saying it now." "Come on if we don't get in there we will miss out on park time." Walking side by side. He handed the tickets to the male park attendant. After a quick thank you it was time to carry out the strategy you both planned out over chat. The one thing you were nervous about was the one ride near the end of the night. Sure rollercoasters with death drops were fine and haunted houses. Heck, even bungee jumping was alright with you. However Byeongkwan was so excited to go on the massive Ferris wheel with you that you didn't have the heart to tell him that it terrified you. All the things you weren't afraid of didn't matter. You couldn't stand disappointing your lovely and thoughtful boyfriend. If he knew of course he'd take it off the list. There was a little tug on your hand that brought your thoughts back to the moment. First up was one of your picks since he insisted "Ladies first~". The excitement of the music and crowd got you as you practically dragged him behind you. All the while he eyes grew softer as he watched how happy and carefree you were here. Normally you were pretty playful but somedays you were really weighed down with things on your plate and he wanted nothing but to take it away but he knew there was a limit. So moments like this he could help you be bursting with happiness were everything. You had become his world. You were the person who held him tightly and dearly the first time you saw his resolute and cheerful exterior crumble. No judgement in your eyes. You he was still that cheerful bright person but you understood there was sadness and a lot of pressure that could make him sad and anxious. In that way you were similar. The next day after that you were waiting beside the bed with chin on the edge next to him as he woke up. "Hey beautiful boy. I love you. More than you know. I'm glad you felt safe enough to show me how you were feeling. Byeongi, you always try so hard to give to everyone else. It's okay to take a little more than you do." With that you leaned forward and kissed both his eye lids. Still swollen from where he had cried. "Now get on out here and eat. I made my secret French toast and a mountain of bacon and eggs." With that you walked out the door turning around to smile at him. In the corner of the room was the shirt you had worn last night he soaked with tears tossed into the laundry basket.

Those memoires made it feel like he owed you. Even if you always argued he did more for you. There you sat kicking your feet next to him having the time of your life. As you both comped away on a strawberry funnel cake. Small waves of heat weaving into the air as the night got cooler. Pieces of your hair sticking up here and there looking a mess. Byeongkwan reached out and smoothed what he could. You froze for a second looked up at him through your bangs. Pulling a piece of the funnel cake off he bopped it on your nose covering it powdered sugar. "Hey!" He couldn't stop laughing and his laugh was contagious that you couldn't stay annoyed at him and began laughing with him. While he was distracted you pulled off a piece too and bopped his mouth with it. Leaving his lips covered in powered sugar. While he was laughing and distracted you dove in kissed him. After pulling back you giggled at his startled expression. "There now we're even and how else could I get all the sugar off?" Looking at you he saw you'd gotten some sugar on the corner of your mouth and brushed it off for you with his thumb. Most guys weren't nearly this fun and could relax. You really were luck and blessed to have him. It was like God gave you exactly what you had hoped for and more when you found him. The night was growing deeper. The next ride was a haunted house. Both of you had a small hobby of watching Horror movies so this was going to be one of the highlights. It was a ride through one. The story of the ride was that during a great fire. Everyone else of the great estate escaped except for Mildred. The head of staff. Not noticing sweet Mildred hadn't made it out she burned along with the great mansion. Some years pass and on nights under the full moon the mansion appears. You have to avoid Mildred or she will catch you and make you be one of the staff for eternity. Her face is said to be so burned there is no skin left. It made Byeongkwan and yours skin crawl. The creepier the better. You made it through most the ride laughing and enjoying. Except for when it sounded like the floor was breaking the cart fell down onto a track underneath. Afterwards both your hair a mess. You laughed at each other for both screaming like babies. Reenacting how high pitched you were. Byeongkwan made fun of you for screaming "Did you hear yourself it was hysterical." "Big talk for someone who screeched like a banshee." It was well down to the last thing on the list. Byeongkwan pushed you along from behind bouncing on his feet. He was so excited eyes shinning. Ready to ride the Ferris wheel like many of the other couples in line. He had looked up this park on line and couples raved about how romantic and beautiful the view was. You did your best to not think about your fears and smile along with him. Hoping your boyfriend won't notice any change in your behavior. The thing is he's really good on picking up changes in moods. As you got closer the more nervous you felt. Eventually you decided the best thing to do was lean onto Byeongkwan and play it off as you wanting to cuddle. Which you did it was the only thing keeping you from running. It was unfortunately your turn now. "Let's go it's our turn come one Y/N~ I'm so excited." Forcing a smile you followed behind him into the open sided car. It wasn't so bad till the wheel started to move and the car swung slightly side to side. Your started to go rigid. Thankfully ByeongKwan was looking at the view. "Oh my gosh, you gotta look at the view it's amazing~ Y/N?"

It was then he realized that something was wrong. You were frozen stiff and your eyes were shaking. You were afraid. He'd rarely seen it but he knew. Why hadn't he picked up on it sooner. He began to feel terrible. Why didn't she say something, why didn't he notice. "Y/n you're scared aren't you?" He stopped to sigh and shake his head, "Why didn't you say so. It started in line didn't it? I took it as you being tired." Within in seconds your effort to not cry shook you. Tears in your eyes hating the fear you had because it was stupid. Slamming your eyes shut you started to speak in a wobbling voice. "I'm sorry I know it's stupid but this is the one thing here that scares me... and... and..." Byeongkwan slide closer to you and pulled your hands into his lap rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. "Hey, you shouldn't have to be ashamed you're scared. Even if you think it's stupid. Look at me." You pried your eyes open as the tears threatened to fall. "We're you trying to impress me or something? I don't think you weak or anything. So why? Talk to me please Y/n." He had his lip stuck out in a pout which he knew would normally always get you give up information. Your throat burned and as you opened you mouth tears started rolling down your cheeks. "Hey hey Y/n. Calm down and breathe first." Leading you through a few breaths. "Byeongi you were so excited to ride this together. It was the one thing you insisted on doing and I didn't want to... to... say no and make you disappointed." Now with you chin pointed down Byeongkwan had to lean down to peer into your eyes. He gently held your face tilting it up and brushing the tears away with his fingers. "Keep that up and your makeup is going to run." He said hoping to get a laugh out of you. All he got was a sad half laugh. As a few more stray tears rolled down. He looked sadly at you for a moment. His eyes were deep and dull as he felt his heart ache thinking how upset you must to be acting so unlike yourself. "Hey, please promise me this won't happen again. You'll tell me so you don't put yourself in distress for me. I only chose this because I was so happy about seeing you up here eyes all bright and smiling and we could be alone for a little here at the park. But that back fired huh? You wouldn't disappointed me by saying no. Okay." He looked you right in the eyes and you knew from how he whispered that last sentence he meant it. All you do was nod and he gave a small sad smile and kissed your cheek. You collapsed into his side shaking from how the ride swung slightly and the thought of how high it was. He kept shushing you and turned your face so it was hidden in his shirt as your arm snaked around his waist. Gripping hard onto him as you shook and his kissed the top of your head. As he hummed the tune of 5TAR. He felt a little helpless and the only thing he could think of was to put you on his lap and wrap his arm around you. Bad as this all was now he saw how much you trusted him. Never before had you shown this vulnerability and let your guard down. Your face now was tucked into his neck and your arms snaked around his neck. You were so focused on not looking that you hadn't noticed it was time to get off till Byeongkwan stood up and walked out of the car carrying you. Pulling your face away from his neck you spoke in a small voice. "I can walk Byeongi." "I know you can but you don't have to and plus you're still shaking like a kitten. It's alright close your eyes." There was no fighting him on it and you knew it. So you rested your face against his neck. This night had some great moments and some bad moments but in the end. Maybe it wasn't all so bad. You realized maybe you should tell him the truth more and be willing to trust him with your things you aren't so proud of. Maybe tonight isn't so bad. I don't think Y/N has ever shown this much of herself and spoken so openly about being upset to me. I trust her fully maybe now she'll know she can count on me too like that. With that he pressed a kiss to Y/N's head. The end.

[little-red-and-his-wolves]

hi hi~ I'm glad to hear you're doing better :D I hope things keep going well for you! I really like your writing, and I was wondering, if your prompts are still open, would you be up for 12, 13 or 27 with Dean and Stiles, or Sam and Stiles? I just love how you write their interactions >///

Hi! Thank you so much. This really made my day. Things are up and down most days, but there’s been a steady improvement I think so I’m just going to…keep working on it. 

I’m sorry it took me so long to answer, but I wanted to do your prompt. I hope you enjoy!

“I’ve been buying the wrong underwear.”

It’s things like that, said while staringat another man’s ass, that Sam never needs to hear his brother say. He’s notsure why Dean says it now or why it prompts a lazy eyeroll from Stiles wholooks vaguely exasperated, but he is sure he never needed to hear those wordsuttered in his presence.

“If you weren’t so set on boxers being theone true underwear for men,” Stiles says grunting as he tries to shove open theattic door, “then you could just buy a pair of fucking briefs and call it aday.” His shirt rides up again revealing the apparently tantalizing, to Deananyway, waistband of his briefs.

“Well, if they’ll make my ass look half asgood as yours then I just might,” Dean returns still staring blatantly atStiles’ backside, and Sam fights the urge to put his head through the wall.It’s just flimsy drywall and old to boot; he could do it.

Stiles scoffs, looks down at them fromunder his arm. “It’s not just the underwear,” he says seriously. “It’s thejeans.”

Even Sam has to admit, Stiles’ jeans arenice. No holes, not faded, no bloodstains. They look new. You could pretend tobe a respectable civilian in those jeans.

Dean’s frowning thoughtfully. “They look abit tight for my tastes,” he says and Stiles snorts. “Bit clingy.”

“That’s the point,” Sam says thenimmediately regrets drawing attention to himself. Dean turns to look at him,lips parted slightly in surprise like he somehow forgot Sam was in the room.

“How would you know?” Dean asks soundingjust a slight bit scandalized. Like the idea of his baby brother knowinganything about fashion is offensive to his very existence. “You’re not gay.”

Sam furrows his brows, reminds himself it’sa terrible idea to get involved in this conversation, and then does it anyway.“Neither are you!”

“Neither am I,” Stiles inputs drawingDean’s attention once more. “Doesn’t mean we can’t know fashion.”

“You don’t know fashion,” Dean counters.“We both know Lydia dressed you.”

“Is that a subtle hint that you want her totake you shopping?” Stiles snarks giving Dean a more than obvious once overgaze lingering on the faded jeans and stained flannel. “I can arrange that thenext time you deign to swing by Beacon Hills, you know.”

Dean shudders and Sam is once againthankful that he has yet to meet this fear-inspiring Lydia. “No, thank you.”

Stiles hums running his gaze over Deanagain. “Shame,” he says. “I bet you clean up real nice.”

The innuendo is clear. Very clear. Deanblushes, blushes, and Sam contemplates the oven in the corner of theroom as an acceptable way to escape.

“Sam would too,” Stiles remarks and theself-conscious flush staining Dean’s cheeks deepens in irritation.

“Hey!”

“What?” Stiles says innocently and Samfeels a flush of his own warm his face and neck. “I have eyes.” He turns toSam, flashing a Cheshire grin. “You’ve got that adorable sasquatch look goingon. All floppy hair and sweet eyes. Plus, you know what they say about men withbig feet—”

“You getting anywhere with that door?” Deanasks sharply, and Sam sighs when Stiles just smirks.

“Maybe if you’d stop distracting me.”

“Maybe if you’d stop making eyes at mybrother.”

Stiles laughed. “What’s the matter, Dean?Jealous?”

“Hardly,” Dean bites out, but he’s lying.Sam can tell. He may as well be wearing a flashing, neon sign announcing it.“There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“Me thinks the man doth protest too much,”Stiles drawls in a terrible accent; Sam can’t even begin identify what it wasmeant to approximate.

Dean flushes even more turning an odd shadeof red. Dean’s face or a ripe tomato? Scientists can’t tell. Sam snickers tohimself.

“Besides,” Stiles continues voice slightlymuffled from being shoved up in the ceiling, “we all know you’re secretly inlove with me.”

Dean sputters, mouth opening and closinglike a landed fish as he stares back and forth at Sam and Stiles’ ass. Samshrugs when Dean looks at him for a longer than normal period of time. DespiteStiles’ word choice it’s not much of a secret. Pretty much everyone knows.Dean’s about as subtle as a bomb.

Finding no help with Sam, Dean looks backto Stiles. “I am not in love with you.”

“Ahuh,” Stiles hums not turning from thedoor. A sharp crack sounds and Stiles curses before muttering, “Fuckingfinally,” and crawling up through the small opening.

Dean lurches forward as Stiles’ ass slidesout of view. Sam casts his gaze heavenward asking for strength before followinghis brother up the ladder. He sneezes almost as soon as he’s in the roomwrinkling his nose in disgust at the dust just floating through the air.

There’s nothing here.

“Well, that’s disappointing,” Dean commentsglancing around.

“Not as disappointing as learning you’reafraid of admitting you’re in love with me,” Stiles says absently kicking a fewboxes and causing a whole new plume of dust to puff into the room.

Dean scoffs. “Now, listen here, I am not afraidof admitting—”

“Yes,” Stiles says looking over hisshoulder, “you are.”

Dean gapes like a fish, but Sam can’t tellif it’s Stiles’ words that have struck him speechless or the fact that Stilesis standing in front of the small window. Even Sam can admit Stiles looksdownright angelic framed in that light. He quickly shoves that thought awaythough because, no, he ain’t about to go down that road even hypothetically.

“I’m not in love with you,” Dean says finallyfinding his words again and unfortunately sounding a bit like a broken record.

Stiles snorts. “You drove half-way acrossthe country because I asked you to.”

“You’re family,” Dean defends. “I’d do thesame for Sam.”

“We share a bed,” Stiles points out turning,and Sam abruptly finds the empty boxes up here a lot more interesting.They’re all dusty and old. And, look, that one there has a family of miceliving in it.

“I share a bed with Sam!”

Sam jerks his attention back. “Notanymore,” he protests and is routinely ignored by both.

“Well, hopefully you don’t take yourbrother stargazing,” Stiles says stressing the last word enough for Samto know he doesn’t actually mean stargazing even without Dean’s hardcore flush.

“Of course not!”

Sam’s pretty sure he knows what stargazingmeans. He wishes he didn’t know, but he does. There’s a spider studiouslyworking its way over an Office Depot label. He focuses on that.

“Besides,” Dean hisses. “We haven’t hadsex.”

Stiles’ eyebrows climb towards his hairlinewhile Sam’s eardrums try to shrivel up so he can’t hear anymore. He does notwant to hear more about his brother’s sex life, and he especially does not wantto hear about his brother’s sex life, or lack thereof, with Stiles.

“Dude,” Stiles says, “this is not the darkages. Sex does not equal love.”

Sam doesn’t want to get involved enough tocorrect Stiles.

“You’re one to talk anyway,” Dean sayscrossing his arms defensively. “You’re the one who dropped everything to cometo Nebraska and I didn’t even ask you.”

“To save your life, yes.”

“And you’re a cuddler,” Dean continues.“And you like stargazing.”

Stiles raises one eyebrow crossing his ownarms loosely. “Yeah, that wasn’t in question. I’m not the one afraid ofadmitting that we love each other.”

Dean’s eyes go comically wide as he asks ina voice just above a shrill whisper, “How can anyone not be afraid of…of love?”

“It’s like being afraid of sex,” Stilessays casually with a shrug. “It’s about trust and shit.”

“I’m not afraid of sex,” Dean says andStiles rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t say you were! It was an analogy.”

“You’re the one with intimacy issues.”

“I do not have intimacy issues.”

“Can we go somewhere high? Sam says loudly eyeingthe small window. It’s pretty small, but he might fit. “Or higher?”

Both Dean and Stiles stop arguing to lookat him.

“Why?” Dean says blankly, and Sam wondersif dumping bleach in his ears would scrub this conversation from his brain.

“So I can jump off it.”