#Or Atleast Put It Into The Normal Wish Pool

[rainbowsalt0412]

So... I've already given up on getting those new limited myth cards.

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Day 11: Date Night Box--Benophie

Set (as with Day 1 snippet) in 911 inspired fic I might do in the distant future.

OR

Benedict and Sophie have been finding COVID hard--what clever ideas do they think of to keep the love burning?

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Benedict pressed the ‘join meeting’ button and Sophie popped up on the screen.

“Oh wow.”

“I thought you would appreciate it.”

Sophie spun around, the silver of her jumpsuit catching the light—just as it had done on their first date.

“Date night attire, for my favourite man,” she sat down, scooping her hair over one shoulder so that the tips rested against the very deep v-neckline.

“I think that jumpsuit was the singular reason I lost to you so many times at pool that night.”

“Oh really?”

“That or the conversation—can’t quite decide.”

“Good save Bridgerton.”

Benedict shrugged with a grin.

“Bridgerton charm.”

“Don’t I know it. Your turn.”

“Your favourite jumper of mine,” he pointed to the azure jumper that Sophie always said brought out the blue in his eyes, “shirt and proper black trousers.”

"Where are your glasses."

"I had contacts in due to a meeting today with the team."

"Pity. You know I did not think I could be more attracted to you after that first night of mindblowing--"

"Conversation?"

Sophie waggled her eyebrows.

"Indeed. But then you got out of bed and put glasses on. And boy..." she whistled low, "I was gone for you." Benedict chuckled. Sophie always tried to make him feel comfortable in glasses. “By the way, I love the socks,” she continued, picking up on his sicks that had Tom Bombadil on them.

“Why thank you—I could lie and say they were Greg’s but what the hell.”

“Atleast your socks match,” Sophie swung her feet up to show one pink fuzzy sock and another orange one.

“You need a pop of colour in an outfit like that.”

Sophie laughed and Benedict felt the final fizzles of stress release from him. Honestly, lockdown with five other siblings had its highlights, but it had forced Benedict even deeper into the mediator role he had inhabited post their father’s death.

“Did you get the package?” Sophie asked.

With a grin Benedict grabbed the cardboard box and went to shake it, “Wait—no!” Sophie cried. Benedict halted. “It’s a little delicate.”

“Alright, very mysterious…can I open it?”

“Well, duh, it is a date night box for a reason,” she chimed although he noticed that she was fiddling with her mother’s necklace.

These had been Sophie idea. A month into lockdown and after various phone and zoom calls ranging from giggly to steamy, Sophie had suggested having proper date nights. Each month they would take it in turn to prepare a little box of stuff for them to do, they would keep half the content for themselves and send the rest to the other. Then they would enact the date.

Sophie had started with a movie night box, which included tv-bingo for the shows they were binging (Downtown Abbey and Game of Thrones) as well as bizarre flavours of popcorn. Benedict then sent a challenge box that included ‘truth-or-dare’ jenga. Not only did this uncover the quirkier parts about each other, but also made his family and her friends experience a night they would never forget. One highlight? Sophie walking into her kitchen, while Kate and Anthony ate Chinese, opening the cupboard and downing hot sauce, putting the bottle back, quipping, then returning to Benedict without so much a curse.

This month was Sophie’s turn and the box had arrived last night. Thankfully he had beaten Hyacinth to it, as she normally snaffled up anything from that address just in case Anthony had sent her another letter.

When lockdown had been announced, Benedict had sat across from his mother and Anthony as the former indiscreetly hinted at who she wished to stay with her to catch up on ‘lost time’.  Benedict had taken one look at Antony’s terrified eyes and volunteered himself. To make ‘amends’ Anthony sent letters or little parcels—and always prioritised family game nights on zoom.

“Go on then—open it!” Sophie cried and Benedict scoured it open and peered inside. He grinned and lifted out the items; a couple varieties of fudge, a set of little paintbrushes, clay paints and some unglazed items—a mug and a fire truck.

Benedict looked up and found Sophie holding her own unglazed mug and a car—a rough imitation of her roadster.

“I know it’s a little bit mellow, but you sounded really stressed on the phone on Wednesday and I thought this might be nice to do while we vent.” The Wednesday in question had included a Hyacinth strop, Eloise finally snapping at Francesca’s piano playing, and the news that Colin had caught COVID in Bali. “I mean..if we don’t like it we could always do something else—”

“I love it,” he stated with a proper smile for the first time that day—the smile reserved for those he did not need to perform for. “I love you.”

Sophie blushed.

“Well, good, because I need you to teach me how to paint.”

“Sophie, you know how to paint.”

“Yeah, but I’m live-online with an artist right now—people pay money for an opportunity like this.”

Benedict laughed and his eyes wandered to Sophie who continued to babble while debating paint colours.

And as always, his heart settled. And as always, he thought.

We can get through anything.

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I know, I know, not my best work for my favourite couple but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway!

[the-fiction-witch]

first time together

REAL LIFE  COUPLE TBS X READER RATING: SMUT

I smiled nervous but excited sitting in the sofa in his very nice newly renovated house every so often sipping my glass of wine trying to not think about the tension in the room. We had been dating a good while now and due to work and such we hadn't really seen each other my h recently and one of those things when you can't see each other in a relationship is communication. He'd been working on some new things top secret so he couldn't tell me much but he'd been away alot and we'd been chatting mostly over whatsapp and phone calls. I had noticed our conversations some evening turn form our usual 'aww I miss you too', 'ill have to give you a huge hug when I get home' more to things like 'I wish you were here with me… if I had you here in this big bed maybe I wouldn't feel so lovely x', 'i miss you so badly, maybe when I get home you can stay over all weekend ;)' And so here I was with the intention to be staying l weekend, I had stayed the night before here and there not often as while it was getting revocated he was staying with his mum and sister so we didn't stay the night together too often. And more then anything the tension was there because as long as we've been dating, we hadn't had sex. We just hadn't yet been busy, and with all that was going on with work, and his house and the move it was all so busy and we just kinda never found the right time. It didn't bother me and honestly I don't think I bothered him that we didn't but I think we both need that this weekend it was probably gonna happen. And I was excited to say the least if a little worried. He wondered back from dropping something off in the kitchen and leant on the living room doorframe in his blue suit pants, light blue button down his hair fixed as usual even if I had been messing with it tonight, he smiled at me but with a little yawn I almost awwed it was kinda cute like a sleepy little puppy "Oohh sorry. Don't know what's up with me" he says "It's alright if your tired tommy you've had a long few days" "You wanna head to bed?" "Sure" I nodded I got up going to take my class but he stopped me "I'll deal with this and I'll lock up you go on up" he says kissing my cheek I smiled handing him the glass and heading up the stairs all the way to his bedroom I could tell he had cleaned it and made the bed with all fresh sheets before I got here I kicked my shoes off putting them close to my little suitcase with my stuff I tried getting at the zip to my dress but I was struggling damn stupid back zip "need some help?" He asks as he too arrived in the bedroom "Ohh uhh yes please" I blushed I heard him step over, I felt the heat of his breath on my neck his hands rested on my waist and slipped up to the back of my dress and the to of my zip he gently pulled the zip down making sure to be slow and tender he stopped about half way down my back just an inch or so below my bra clasps I felt him move closer and press a kiss to my shoulder "... We don't. Have to do anything you don't want to. You know that right?" He asks I blushed s little and turned to face him wrapping my arms gently around his neck to give him a cuddle "I want to. You've waited long enough" "It doesn't matter how long I've waited. If you don't want to we won't" he says giving my nose a kiss "okay kitten?" "I know but I want to" "Yeah? You… really want to?" "Very much. I've missed you" "Umm I've missed you too" he smirked almost moaning he was so excited pulling me as tight to him as possible kissing me rather hard I kissed back as fast as I could trying to keep at his speed his hands stroking the small of my back as we kissed he pulled back a moment getting some breath I smiled and took the opportunity to slip a hand down and begin undoing the buttons on his shirt he smirked looking down at my hand gently biting his lip he looks back up at me licking across his bottom lip before pulling the rest of the zip down "you uhh you look really nice tonight" he muttered almost like he'd forgotten about saying it "Thank you. You do too" I giggled "Can I?" He hinted tugging on my dress a little I nodded as I had now undone his shirt completely gently stroking on the smooth skin I had exposed. He pulled my dress off me gently making sure not to hurt me or damage my dress till it pooled at my ankles he looked me over "fuck." He gasped "you look amazing" he said almost unable to stop looking at me but within a second his hand moved to my neck and cheek "come here" he smirked pulling me close kissing my lips with so much passion and energy he pushed his shirt off throwing it to the floor with my dress and took both his hands away to work at his belt and pants our kisses quickly turned more passionate with tounge and heat in each kiss once he kicked his pants off his legs he held me close again I giggled a little pulling back and moving to kneel on the mattress maybe a millisecond after he joined me I sat up a little excited but nervous before I spoke "Did you need me to-" He interrupted before I even finished taking my hands in his intertwining our fingers "no thank you, I uhh I'm hard enough" he nods "Are you?" I giggled with a little bit of a smirk "Why don't you find out" he smirked pulling me gently back to a kiss I smirked into it moving a hand down to stroke across his boxers "fuck" he gasped as I stroked gently across his shaft thought the thin elastic fabric he didn't waste Time both hands slipping up to gently fondle my breasts "fuck you feel so good" he muttered between kisses before pulling back "you uhhh… I'll" he nodded I was a bit confused before he moved to his side of the bed going for his draw I then understood and gently kicked my panties off as he pushed his boxers off and got the condom sorted out "damn thing how is both ways wrong!" He complained "Theses only two options Thomas' "Yeah and apparently both are wrong" "Blowing on it helps" "Does it?... Ohh yeah a little bit I think it's that way." He muttered "ha! Got it how did you know something I didn't?" "How so?' "I imagine I've been putting on condoms a lot longer then you have?' "Ehh maybe, but teenage boys where always useless at it honestly I felt better doing it anyway atleast I knew it was right" "That's fair. I wonder if I was useless like that as a teenage boy?" "Maybe" 'i don't know. I don't think I was. Then again we used way more because my at that time girlfriend she had a thing with using the flavoured ones. Said she didn't like how my dick tasted" I giggled a little and gave his vock a gentle kiss "I think it's fine" I smiled "Umm well your welcome to give it a kiss anytime you want my little kitten" he cooed "Sorted?" "Yep. Sorted. So uhhh" he blushed a little "missionary? Cowgirl?... Doogy? It's up you kitten" "Missionary." I nodded "Umm okay." He smirked I laid down excitedly and he happily climbed ontop of me "you want me to stop, or slow or anything you just tell me okay?" "I will" "Promise?' 'I promise" "Okay" he smirked leaning down to kiss me I happily kissed him back gently opening my legs out he happily got snug between my legs wrapping them softly around his hips it seems odd to day but I barely felt him push inside he was so slow and gentle and the moment he got one little inch the rest just sort of slipped on in until he was hilt deep inside me, he waited a moment softly stroking my hips and stomach "fuck…. Uummmm kitty. Y/n christ you feel so fucking good" he moans pulling almost completely out and then diving hilt deep again I tightened my grip on him a little and he got faster barely stopping now between thrusts, I gently moaned everytime he pushed in as he seemed to rub so nicely on my inside every time so much I could feel his close it was making me his movements only winding me up more, his moans didn't stop either lost in his own little world. "Thomas…" "Yeah y/n?" "Faster" "Yeah? Faster? No problem kitten." He smirked getting much faster being a little mercilous on me kissing down my neck but I think part of what was to stop his moans I knew how close I was dancing at the edge of pleasure feeling it bubble every time he barely moved I tightened my legs around him often scratching his back a little between our kisses and moans I could hear his harsh breaths and the sound of the bed hitting the wall oven and over the slight squeak of bedsprings under us until I hit it grabbing him hard and trying not to scream but I'm not sure I did to well "Uuuuhhh! Uuhh ahhhhh!" I squealed feeling the waves of pleasure overwhelm me Only a few more and I felt him suddenly stop deep inside me "uughhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" He groaned rather loudly his eyes rolling back a moment before he pulled out and collapsed down next to me on the bed both of us getting our breath back after all that a little sweaty and overwhelmed "did I do okay?" "Spectacular" I giggled patting his stomach as my arm was all I was able to really move and it's the first place I reached on him "how did I do?" 'brilliantly y/n." He smiled holding my hand "ow. Oww. Ahh!" He complained "You okay?' "Yeah it was on a little tight that's all." He says tieing the condom up and throwing it in his bin "I am going for a ciggertte, you want anything?' "Could I have a glass of water?" "Of course. Back in a minute kitty' he smiled giving my lips a kiss before he climbed out of bed pulling his boxers back on and wiping his hair a little as he went off into the house I got up and slipped my bra off getting my panties back on and slipping on my cute little nightie before sitting back in bed, he returned handing me a glass of water "Thank you" I smiled taking it and having a little sip "Your welcome" he says before going to his window opening it and sitting on the windowsill rolling himself a ciggertte "Why don't you go out like normal?" I asked "Because I wanna be in here with you" he says "do you want me to go out with it?" "No it's okay" I smiled "You look cute in my bed" he says lighting his ciggertte up "I've been in your bed before?" "Yeah. Just… you look cute." "Perhaps it's a post orgasum glow" I giggled putting my water back "Might be" he chuckled "you did actually… right?" "Why?" He just shurgs "I like checking. Have a habit of��� not always making girls cum' "We are complicated thing" "I know. This things a child's little four button wheel toy. That is a fucking enterprise control panel" he explained making me laugh "I like asking. I know I don't always do it and especially… the first time we ever, did it." "I did thomas. And I enjoyed it very much' I smiled blowing him a kiss he smiled and blew me s kiss too "... Sorry. Guess I kinda get a bit paranoid. My uhh my ex girlfriend used to fake it. When she wanted it to be over. Guess I kinda get a little worried" "Ohh I can't fake it I'm a terrible actress.' I laughed making him chuckle too "if I ever don't you shall be informed" "Okay. You do look amazing though" "Thank you I did my best" I giggled "it was a little hard with the bra there kinda bigger today then usual" "They look great" "Thank you Thomas. You look lovely too" I smiled as he finished his cigarette and came to bed "Thanks, I did my best tried to be colour coordinated had a fight with my hair to try and get it to do..m something that isn't this?" "Did you loose?" "I did loose" "Well" I smiled giving him a kiss "you fought bravely" "Your too sweet to me kitten" he cooed "you ready to get some sleep?' "Yeah, let's get some sleep" I smiled he turned the light off and we slowly got cosy "Goodnight y/n" "Goodnight Thomas" I smiled.

[meenah-chan]

A Smear of Blood

A Mammon x F! MC fanfiction

Genre: Angst

1.38k words

Trigger Warning: Lots of blood, mention of death & violence. Read at your own discretion.

You two were just sleeping together in your room. It's the same old night. Yet for some reason, when he woke up that day, the one beside him is not you, but a smear of blood.

Everytime he wokes up he will usually see you still asleep in his arms. Or sometimes you staring at his sleeping face, which never fails to send his visage into flaring.

But that morning is different. The space beside him is empty.

He shouldn't be thinking of it as you may only be doing your business in the bathroom.

But no...

That morning is different. When he lifted the blanket covering him and the space beside him, an ample amount of blood, as large as his two stretched palms, spreads across the sheet.

His mind went blank for a second. He froze, sitting on his spot as if time went on a total halt. His own blood drains from his face. And in an instant, everything came back, rushing through his veins. Thousands of thoughts he never wished to have invaded his senses.

Did something happened last night? Did someone attacked her? Is it a grudge towards his human? No, there's no way that's possible. She's way too kind for anyone to held any ill intent towards herself. Is it because she is a rare, appetizing human? Or maybe the monster want to settle past misdeed he committed and chose to attack the most important person in his life?

No, he should have felt any danger if that's the case... Or... Could he?

Mammon is one of the strongest in the Devildom. He also have been alive for who knows how long. He barely experienced some lesser demons attack him in his sleep, much less in the House of Lamentation.

No. No one aimed for his head in his own abode. Entering the den of the most monstrous beasts in the Devildom is a suicide for any assassins to test their luck.

It doesn't make sense! It doesn't...

Yet... That blood... That metallic scent invading his sense smell right now... He'd be dumb if he could ever forget such scent. He knew it so well. Why does he knew it so well? Of course he...

The image of that day flashed through his mind and he never knew his heart would sink deeper than it already has. The image of her lifeless body in his arms, soaked with her own blood and bruises. Limp. Breathless. Cold. Too cold. With her lifelessly gentle eyes staring at his useless self, who couldn't do anything to protect her. It's too late. His tears and screams won't bring what she have lost.

His loss. He lost her once already and swears he'll protect her this time around. He'll protect her with his life. He'll... Protect her?

A lightning strucks his system as he force his stiff limbs to motion. He wants to scream but a lump in his throat blocks all the sound he want to gouge out.

He flails out of the bed. He reach for the knob only for it to move a few feet away from him and his hand.

When he raised his unfocused eyes to the person who opened the door, he gasps for air he didn't knew he's been holding.

"Ahh. You're... Awake." His human peeked inside the room for a second. "And you saw that..." She sighed.

But the demon stood there motionless. He scans her with his eyes for any visible wound and blood stains. Any trace of blood on her. Yet he saw nothing but her sweaty self gasping for air, holding what seems to be a comforter.

"...mon... Mammon? You don't look so good." A touch of her warm fingertips is enough to push his last button to tears, which he did. "M–Mammon?! W–Wha, H–Hey!" Tears streams down like falls on his cheeks to the back of her hands as she held his face.

"What... the hell..." They both melted to their knees as Mammon start sobbing. "Hey, Mammo—" her palms slid past his slippery wet cheeks as he pulls her to tight embrace.

"'Ya idiot... human... Ye're killin' me." He whimpered in a muffled voice, face buried on the crook of her neck.

His words snapped all the dots connected in her head of what is actually happening. It probably is because of that incident. The day she died... or atleast her other self. It was a sight, to see herself bathing in a pool of blood, as if it was a different person. It was a sight, really. But it was not the one that sparked her emotion. It was the demon that held her so tight as if she'll slipped away from his grasp. It was Mammon.

She couldn't really comprehend what happened when she was attacked by the youngest brother. She was stranggled, passed out and woke up under the staircase.

It never left a mark on her. She held no ill will towards him. But as the demon with the strongest bond with her, Mammon, was so devastated that time. He cling onto her. He wail with his futile pleads for her to hang on. To not die.

Seeing him like that made her regret the event she have no way of ever predicting. The event she have no control of.

The only thing she could do is to protect him from the ghost of the past. She have to give reassurance to the second oldest— her first demon.

So she hugged him back as firm as he did, caressing his hair lovingly. "There, there... I'm here. Everything's going to be alright."

He squeeze her tighter she could hardly breathe. But even if it's hard, she let him because right now, she could finally feel the grip her other self felt that time. She's be lying if she said she didn't felt a hint of jealousy oozing out within her that time. "Don't you dare leave me like that ever again."

"I won't. I'll be with you as long as it takes. This won't happen again."

She gave him featherlight kisses that soothes his pain. A gentle yet firm embrace to gave him assurance and warmth. And within a few moments, Mammon pulled himself back, his eyes and cheeks dusted with shades of red.

"But wait... Are you really not hurt or something?" The white-haired demon close his eyes as she wipes his tears with her thumb.

"You wanna check with your own eyes?" She smirks and wiggle her brows at him, earning a darker flush on his tan face.

"Then what the hell's with the sheet? That isn't your blood, right?" Now it's her turn to blush.

"Uh... Can we just forget that..." Azure orbs glare through her soul. "... or maybe not." She nervously laugh while evading the piercing looks towards her.

"Ugh... This is embarrassing. How should I put this..." She scratch her nape as she search for the right words. "Well, it is mine." Mammon's eyes widen and without hesitation, he lift her shirt and frantically check her torso.

"H–Hey! Sto– Wait! I'm not hurt! That time of the month just came a bit too early is all!" She hastily pulled the hem of her shirt off his grip and down.

"W–What time?" He stares at her, confusion and worry evident on his expression.

"I'm on my period, okay. I woke up with it staining the covers. I panicked and run out after changing to search for a replacement. And yeah, I was late." She pat the sheet on her side. "You saw it before I arrive." She look down to hide her flustered face.

"... Seriously..." Mammon's forehead drops to her shoulder.

After a few seconds, he cups her face and face her to him. "Why'd'ya have ta hide it? And from the Great Mammon? Really?"

"Well, it's embarrassing you know..." She pouts.

"Like hell it's embarrassing. It's normal. It's a part of being a woman. If somethin' like this happen, don't hesitate to ask for the Great Mammon's help... Well it's not like I'm worried or anything. I just wanna help ya. Ye're my human after all." He squishes her face as he grin from ear to ear tinted with pink.

"Yes, my tsundere demon." She also smiled like he did as she held the hands on her cheeks.

"Huh?! Who're ya callin–" he protested, only to be silenced with a peck on the tip of his nose.

"I love you, my Great Mammon."

I was too hyped yesterday I just finished 2 fanfics. That OM! anime announcement left me on edge.

And to anyone waiting for my series Quintessence, I'm on it hahaha 😅😂 I'm torn between two twist and still can't decide but I'll surely post it as soon as I finished it. Please bear with me for the last 2 chapters.

P. S. To anyone who watch BL Romance and haven't seen Given yet, I highly recommend it! A real tear-jerker with amazing plot and masterpiece songs 😭💖💖 I won't go with details but there's something really unique with it and you wont regret watching it sksksk 😚😚

Masterlist

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I made some La Squadra headcanons... hope you enjoy :^)

Risotto Nero

Age: 28

Ethnicity: Sicilian/Egyptian (born in Sicily)

Sexuality: Gay (more closeted/probably doesn't realise)

General headcanons:

- He has Autism, fidgets with smaller objects he keeps in his pockets like pens or keys to help calm him down. When fidgeting with a pen on his desk he can take it apart and put it back together again.

- Social interaction? How do you do that? (Is mostly more talkative around the people he's close to, aka his team. Though usually performs better when it's only atleast 3 or less of them in the same room with him).

- Him and Formaggio are the closest in the group. BFF's! They'd go out and try and find some cats in the alley ways. Ghiaccio is his second closest next to Melone

- He likes animals, alot. Will protect or rescue one if he sees them around or on a mission

- The father figure for La Squadra, and if he sees one of his members in distress he'll do anything he can to help calm them down/soothe them.

- Doesn't get drunk. Period. I think we know why.

- Enjoys the sun, is able to stand in it longer than Illuso or Ghiaccio due to him more able to tan than get sunburnt.

- When he isn't showing off his torso, he prefers warm snuggly jumpers or hoodies. Makes him feel safe and has the same affect as receiving a hug for him.

- Has a few plushies, small bean filled cats and probably a moderately huggable sized bear. Holds it at night while he sleeps

- He'd eat spicy stuff without a blink of an eye. His mama used to make him alot of Mediterranean/Eastern foods like Indian and Egyptian. So he has a hefty tolerance to spice

- Will bite into a lemon. With 0 hesitation. And just eat it as if it were a regular not acidy fruit.

- Doesn't cry much, but when he does he's an ugly crier. Snot and tears running down that man's face, probably clenches his fist or punches something to. Depends on the situation of course.

- Enjoys the bitter taste of Dark chocolate, will eat a whole block of the kitchen made stuff with ease.

- Can lift everyone but Pesci and Illuso as if they were as light as a feather. Pesci and Illuso are a tad more heavier.

- His linguistic skills outside of Sicilian and mainland Italian suck. He's got horrendous English compared to the rest of the group. Relies on Ghiaccio to translate whatever they are saying.

Ghiaccio

Age: 20

Ethnicity: Venezian

Sexuality: Gay/Ace

General headcanons:

- Has ADHD. No doubt.

- Sees Risotto as a father figure, looks up to him for guidance and listens to him the most.

- Got his curly blue hair from his stand awakening! It was a slow process. Risotto checks on it every so often because the more blue and curly it gets, the more powerful his stand becomes.

- Other than Risotto, the closest member in his squad is Melone! They get along the best in the group. They have similar intellect and both like to learn about eachothers passions! (Without it getting sexual of course)

- His insults? No rapper could ever compare to the zany things this gremlin comes up with! He'll slaughter you with his words and his stand!

- Can speak multiple languages! The best at English other than Melone, Formaggio and Pesci in the group! Hates it when people pronounce things wrong (wow, that was obvious) and also hates slang. It gets on his gears when Formaggio uses it.

- Loves cats! They calm him down! He doesn't want to hurt the little critters! Unfortunetly too shy to go out and actively find them, but will promptly beat the ever loving fuck out of you if you hurt a cat in his vision.

- Doesn't let anyone but Melone, Pesci and Risotto touch his curls. You will be frozen if you aren't them.

- Enjoys crunching on Ice cubes, the sound is satisfying and he finds the taste nice.

- Hates asparagus and avoids it like the plague, same with Coriander. It tastes like soap! Ew!

- Has warm showers to balance out his stand that makes him colder than the average person. Won't turn it up too high otherwise he burns.

- Burns easy in the sun, wears alot of sunscreen.

- The lightest member of La Squadra after Melone! Will scream if you pick him up.

- He has muscular thighs and has a light 4 pack! Skating does alot for you!

Melone

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Naples

Sexuality: Pansexual

General headcanons:

- Has sleep paralysis.

- Got a degree in human genetics & Biology!

- Is a maternal figure to his Juniors and would definetly be capable of caring for a baby.

- Will drape himself over Risotto, the man doesn't care how. As long as he isn't doing any weird shit. And Melone will gladly go with those terms.

- Calls Risotto "Rizzy babe/baby" and it drives Ghiaccio and Prosciutto into the wall. Be professional damnit Mel!

- Him and Prosciutto are fairly close, they get along well with only a few minor differences in views. He and Illuso have a stronger bond however.

- Isn't as sexually driven as he seems. Tells Ghiaccio alot of 'apparently' devious things he's done but in all honesty? He isn't that bad. The only thing that's relatively "disgusting" is him being into legs and feet. Other than that? He just knows too much and puts on a persona to see how creeped out other people get.

- Knows everyone's star signs, blood types, DNA and allergies! Puts all the information down on BabyFace.

- BabyFace is basically his own personal laptop, he can play games and hack into servers when he pleases!

- Created most of La Squadra's furniture... with BabyFace. Risotto, Ghiaccio and Illuso are the only three that know that he created it with BabyFace. Ris and Mel are the only ones who knows what people are what furniture. Melone occasionally says hi to them when the others aren't around.

- Melone also has a weird amount of knowledge on dogs. He'll tell you almost everything about a breeds behaviours and traits, to even what is best to give them from toys to food!

- Likes eating Formaggios bags of chips when he isn't looking. He just finds those fatty crispy potatoes in a bag so utterly irresistible!

Prosciutto

Age: 35

Ethnicity: Milan

Sexuality: Bisexual

General headcanons;

- Trans! F-M

- Him and his mother look very similar to eachother. Even more when he was pre transition!

- Smokes cigars.

- Takes like 20 minutes doing up his hair.

- Buys fine wine, won't take the cheap shit.

- He spends daddy's money. But the team doesn't have to know that.

- Enjoys sitting in the sun with a nice glass of wine with olives, hates it when he's disturbed.

- Has some toxic masculinity, doesn't want to look 'weak' infront of the team, or at all.

- Nutures Pesci, the two are very very close. Not brothers, but close. You will not enjoy the wrath of Prosciutto if Pesci is hurt.

- Does the face rubbing with everyone. Wants to make sure everyone can succeed at their task!

- Him and Illuso are, close? They tease eachother in a friendly way, love finding ways to make the other flustered or embarresed. It's a very fun game to them.

- Is probably the 2nd best at using a gun. No one can top the sniper that is Gelato however. But he is learning from him.

- Do not. Mess with his suits. The minute he finds out someone has wrinkled or spilled his suits you will be turned into an old hag. Most of the team knows this. But there's still the oddballs who don't learn...

- Reacts like a normal person to unusual bizarre situations. Who put this inflatable pool into the base? GET IT OUT! STOP SWIMMING IN IT!

- Doesn't like cats, they get hair all over his clothes and vomits up cat treats on his bed. But Illuso and Melone can tell that he himself acts somewhat similar to a cat. Just exclude the puking.

Pesci

Age: 20

Ethnicity: Sardegna

Sexuality: Straight

General Headcanons;

- Him, Gelato and Sorbet? Good friends. BFF's even.

- Is shy, doesn't do well in social situations. But you can tell alot more easier than you could with Risotto

- Enjoys fishing in the coastal waters. Will occasionally go out with Formaggio and Illuso to fish with them.

- The others have tried to show him new drinks, but he'll always stick to milk. It's what his momma gave him when he was younger, a habit he has yet to break.

- His momma was very over protective, unfortunetly causing him to be very anxious and paranoid about many things. It's a surprise he even managed to join the Mafia.

- Likes dogs! Him and Mel can talk about dogs for hours! Even visit some at shelters. Only wishing they could adopt only to remember they're professions..

- Does pedicures with Sorbet and Gelato every weekend. He makes sure to keep his nails in good condition for them! And they do the same! Sometimes they do makeovers with eachother, he likes looking fabulous on the next mission!

- Likes kids but is terrified to go up to them. But whenever it's him and Risotto, he has a little more confidence. The two wouldn't mind ever giving the homeless children some food or a piggy back ride.

- Is allergic to walnuts. He found that out from a pie Melone made him. Thankfully he came out okay thanks to BabyFace.

- He does indeed hide behind the couch whenever they watch a horror movie. Thankfully Risotto is there with him whenever they do watch them, the man apparently doesn't really enjoy them either. He isn't scared, but he just prefers other genres.

- Is only good at some English due to all the tourists! He felt like he had to learn some so he'd be able to talk to them or help them out with directions.

Illuso

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Spainish

Sexuality: Bisexual

General Headcanons;

- Pillow princess!

- Don't disturb him when he's in the tub, just don't.

- He can sing! He's very loud! But usually sings when no one Is home. Prosciutto and Melone are the only two that have heard his singing voice.

- Teases members of the team constantly, he's just alot meaner with Formaggio.

- Made his outfit! Formaggio and Sorbet absolutely hate it! But he doesn't care about the haters

- He has full control of his pigtails, no one knows how he is able to make them magically float. But that makes it even more fun! They usually start to squirm when he's excited, flustered or scared.

- Is always in his mirrors. Likes the quiet inside, but sometimes he'll get lonely and pop out or ask some of the others to join him inside.

- He's relatively good at cooking, mainly Spanish cuisine. But is learning with Melone how to make baked goods!

- Him and Mel watch TV together, they love making fun of the characters and getting deeply invested into the plot. They binge alot.

- Isn't a snacker, he will only eat snacks if he's watching TV or if he's in the tub. Those are usually grapes.

- He doesn't hate Formaggio. They are quite close! Just thinks some of the things he does and says are absolutely stupid.

- Knows almost everything history wise with his teammates. But still can't find much on Risotto.. one day he will... one day... only knows some of his info from Melones BabyFace. But that's not enough!

- Invades his teammates privacy, he'll pop through the mirrors in they're rooms. No he doesn't care (atleast most of the time)

Formaggio

Age: 27

Ethnicity: Boston

Sexuality: Bicurious

General Headcanons;

- He has a pet name for everyone, most of them don't mind. Gelato and Ghiaccio absolutely hate theirs however.

- Of course as we know in canon, he's the brother of the group. Tries to cheer them up after a particularly glum mission, or if they are just having a bad day.

- Loves cats. Ain't good at taking care of them. Risotto gets annoyed whenever he leaves cats in containers.

- He snacks, alot. Like alot alot. Thankfully he exercises with Sorbet so he maintains his frame.

- Loves pissing off Illuso with the way he eats Spanish food. A disgrace for eating Doritos with Guacamole! But man it's fun to see his face go red! And it tastes good.

- Has the strangest ideas for how to defeat targets. Goes into Risotto's office constantly and babbles on about ideas. Most of the time they are surprisingly accepted. And they work!

- Happily drinks cheap booze, it disgusts Prosciutto. But he doesn't care. Unfortunetly gets drunk after 5 bottles. Doesn't drink infront of Risotto though (atleast not on purpose).

- He loves the beach! Hot babes (and bros?) walking around, it's a paradise for this cheese man! Has to be taken away from the beach by force when they have to go home though.

- Usually wears very loose clothing. He gets too hot easy! Gotta wear something he can breathe in.

- Likes orange chocolate, some of the others judge him for it. But him and Sorbet can snack on that stuff for hours.

- Likes listening to the game on the radio in Ghiaccios car since Illuso and Melone take up the tv too often.

- Is from Boston, so of course he knows English. Sometimes swears in it, but he mainly speaks in Italian now. Knows some Sicilian thanks to Risotto!

[333dolans]

Bad News Pt.2 // E.D

Part 1

Summary: Film night with your best friend? What could go wrong?

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“No no no, Y/N you and I both know that isn’t true! The prisoner of Azkaban is the best Harry Potter film, no further debate needed!” He poked at your sides as you flopped your head back down into his lap, his fingers automatically beginning to play with your hair. “Absolutely cannot agree with you, Goblet of fire is superior. Hello? Cedric Diggory, need I say anymore?! He’s fine as hell!!” You countered back, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

You had decided that for tonight’s weekly sleepover, a Harry Potter marathon was in fact, very much needed. You had dragged Ethan into the world of Harry Potter on your 13th birthday, when your obsession with Tom Felton had began. Ethan, wanting to see what all the fuss was about had agreed to watch with you and had been hooked ever since. It was your thing, promising to never watch any of the series without the other present.

Oh how you adored nights like this, you cherished the feeling of Ethan touching your skin in anyway, you felt safe, comfortable. You felt whole when you were with him. Allowing yourself to briefly forget about the agony that was loving him.

You were mindlessly playing with Ethan’s fingers when he spoke up. “I have a date.” He said quite bluntly, taking you by surprise. “O- oh you do? Who’s the unlucky girl then?” You desperately tried to mask the pain radiating in your body by teasing him, but the tremble in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Ethan. “I know right, who’d of thought I, Ethan Dolan, would have a date! She’s called Aria, she’s... cute?” He answered, though his last sentence sounded more like a question, as though he wasn’t sure of his statement.

“Tell her she’s in my thoughts and prayers, I can’t imagine having to put up with your ass.” Chuckling forcefully, you gave him a small smile, you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes. “Now If you’ll excuse me, i need to use the toilet before I burst! I don’t want to miss Harry’s first trip to Diagon Alley!!” You were quick to scurry off, praying he didn’t notice the few stray tears that had began to fall.

Sliding down onto the harsh, cold tile of Ethan’s bathroom floor, you tucked your legs to your chin, cradling your weak form. For years, you’d watched so many girls come and go from Ethan’s life, nothing but simple hookups. You simply could not recall a time where Ethan Dolan ever went on a date, surely this meant something? He must like her a lot to agree on spending time together to do anything other than fuck?

Your mind was racing with so many agonising questions, but one remained at the fore front of your mind. Rising to your feet, your focus remained solely on the broken shell of a girl staring back at you. Analysing every feature of your face, your relentless eyes interrogating your reflection. Unable to shift the one thought that always seemed to hold your happiness as hostage.

“Why am I never enough for him?”

After what seemed a lifetime, you managed to pry your eyes away from the now clouded mirror, your ragged hot breaths had left condensation, droplets of water now beginning to race down as the surface cooled. Cleaning yourself up, you removed the remanence of smudged mascara that had made its way down to your red, blotchy cheeks. Splashing your face with cold water, allowing it to soothe the burning, flustered skin underneath it. You began taking deep breaths to collect your emotions before heading out into the bedroom.

Greeted with his large form already under the sheets, he was sat up. You looked at him, really looked at him. Watching the way his chest rose and fell, subconsciously you began to match the rhythm of his breathing. The way the fluorescent light of his phone screen lit up his gorgeous features. The curve of his nose, you could spend all day tracing it if he’d let you.

A bright twinkle made home in his dreamy brown eyes, you swore you saw galaxies when he looks your way. If you were brave enough to enter their depths, you would happily drown in them without a single struggle. When he broke out into a smile, you were overcome with a cozy feeling deep inside, he always felt like home to you. He had been there with you for your first of everything. You wished for nothing more than him to be your last too.

You hated him for not loving you the way you love him. You loved him for loving you at all. You despised him for spending so many nights in a stranger’s bed when you were here, waiting for him. You loved him for the nights where you were cuddled into his chest, safe and sound. You hated him for being so careless with your heart that you trusted in his hands. Your head had become a constant battlefield. The thing is? You knew you didn’t hate him, you hated yourself for falling for someone you could never have. It was easier to blame him. Why couldn’t you just get over him?

You slipped into your side of the bed, allowing the warm sheets to relax your mind and calm your thoughts. Not long after, you felt a familiar hand snake it’s way across your torso, pulling your back closer towards him. Normally you would of melted then and there, putty in his hands. Tonight was different, you couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t hurting you. You reached to pull his hand from its spot on your waist but he interlocked his large hand with your small one. You wish you could say you let go, but you didn’t. You couldn’t find the strength to pull away, instead you only moved closer, tucking your bodies as close as possible. You needed to experience this feeling one more time. You needed to remember it.

As the beams of morning began to make their way through the blinds, you felt whole. You felt joyous, fulfilled, loved. You rolled your body over so you could see that damn face that plagued your dreams once again last night. The beaming smile on your face quick to fade when you were met with cold, empty sheets. He’d clearly been gone for awhile, since they had lost all heat sourced from Ethan’s body. Maybe he had gone to make you breakfast? Ethan doesn’t do mornings unless he has plans. Maybe a meeting he’d forgotten about? You glanced out the window, met with Grayson’s large figure doing his morning workout.

Your eyes flickered around the room, searching for any signs of your best friend. That’s when you met the folded up paper left on the nightstand along with a glass of water. Fingers tracing delicately across your name in his hand writing, making your stomach erupt into butterflies. You peeled back the paper.

“Morning sunshine, gone to meet Aria for a coffee. Wish me luck! See you later, E x”

Your once good mood, certainly long gone now. Years, for years you’d been wasting your time, waiting for Ethan to love you back. You’d gotten nothing but heartache, it was time to get out there. It was atleast worth a try right?

Scrolling through the contacts of your phone, you came across the target of your search. Tapping away at the keyboard before pressing send and leaving your phone on the bed as you headed for the kitchen.

“Hey Logan :)”

[fullsunalicia]

i found you by chance, read your entire masterlist in one sitting and i've been smitten with your writing ever since!🥺 may i request a doyoung installment of your demigod series if you don't mind? they're just so lovely🥺 stay safe and healthy❣

archnemesis — KDY

doyoung and you have been at each other’s throat for more years than you can count. the constant bickering and his know-it-all behavior makes you want to burst from anger, but maybe the tension can be released ... otherwise.

son of athena!doyoung x daughter of poseidon!reader

oh bubs! i’m smitten with you too, thank you for being so kind! i hope you stay healthy, too - have you eaten yet? if not, go eat rn! stay healthy and take care of yourself <3 now, enjoy some demigod doyoung!

The stories speak of fated lovers. What they didn’t mention was that you were also able to inherit the hate towards another demigod just because their godly parent is a bitch towards yours.

Though, that isn’t the only reason you despise Kim Doyoung.

The man was born to get on your nerves. No matter what, you guys made it a competition to be better than the other. Grades, reputation,... You name it, you’ve fought about it. All of that is heightened because of that dispute from aeons ago, where Athens fell into Athena’s hands just because she planted some stupid olive tree.

Yes, you and your father are still salty about that.

You are never ever going to like Kim Doyoung.

❀ ❀ ❀

“I hate this university so much,” you cuss as you wrap your bath robe tighter and hide behind Taeyong. He’s not exactly broad enough to cover you, but you’d still like to maintain atleast a little bit of your dignity. You���re already annoyed - the loud alarm blaring doesn’t make it any better.

Taeyong intertwines your hands and pulls you along. The halls are filled with people who are as enraged as you, but also lots of people who are too stoned to care. Some look neutral. Some laugh at you, the girl who was in the middle of showering when the fire alarm went off. “Would you rather burn?” Taeyong sighs, eyes fixed on the exit. Neither of you thought about bringing a jacket, and you both dread the snowy weather that’s waiting outside.

Well, it’s going to be worse for you. Sopping wet from head to toe, you’re leaving behind the path back to your dorm with pools of water. It’s running down your back and clings to your cheeks, frozen there the second Taeyong and you step out.

You’d rather die than look anyone in the eye right now.

The problem is that this university is filled with mortals. No matter how many of them had the sight, you weren’t allowed to use your powers in public. You’re unable to wring yourself out, making you fall victim to the freezing wind blowing iceflowers on your wet skin.

Someone behind you snorts rather loudly. “You should’ve stayed in the dorm, idiot.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard, or what you imagine would it feel like if you had glass shards stuck in your ear. Doyoung bows over your shoulder to smirk at you, unfazed by your harsh push. He stumbles, but sadly doesn’t fall.

“Aren’t you supposed to be smart, you stupid know-it-all?” you hiss at him. Doyoung is wrapped in a thick coat, protected from the snow falling from the skies as the temperature drops lower and lower. Truth be told, he’s very handsome. You can’t deny that. It’s his personality that ruins it all.

A long time ago, long before you entered college, you and Doyoung had been in the same class in highschool. Your relationship back then had been a little bit better than now, but the hate had taken root there. His arrogance. The glance in his eyes that made you think he was looking down on you.

Doyoung is his mother’s pride and joy, the poster child. The sharp tongue. Emotionless eyes, aside from that slither of smugness. He’s perfect. And that’s what annoys the hell out of you.

He is born to bow before the rules. You live to break them. You aren’t meant to be contained or held down by something as stupid as that. The ocean waves live in your veins and empower you. Free as the flowing water, and just as harsh. The problem with Doyoung and you is that you’re just like your parents. Where he is careful, you are ignorant. Doyoung thinks about his actions, you rush into it headfirst.

Both of you are the spark to set ablaze the other’s fury. It made the lifes of your poor friends a nightmare, especially when you’re drunk and loose-lipped, and the only thing Doyoung has to say about that is: “Just as disappointing as her father.”

Because of that, he ended up with a busted lip once or twice.

“That’s why I told you to stay inside. It would’ve saved you the lung infection you’re about to catch. I suppose your singular braincell can’t get that.”

You don’t react to his jab. It’s too cold for that, and your teeth are chattering too much to deliver a harsh comment anyways. Taeyong beside you is quiet, offering you his arm as you wrap your own around it and roll your eyes. “I would’ve been written up, you asshole,” you mumble. With that, you bury your face in Taeyong’s side. You wish you were in your warm room. Surrounded by the scent of the ocean breeze, and the soft music that’s heard through the walls whenever Taeyong practices. It’s friday, for god’s sake.

Someone drapes a jacket over you. Disoriented, you raise your head to scold Taeyong - he can’t give you his jacket, if he gets sick he’s going to miss his competition... But it’s not Taeyong’s. His eyes are wide and shocked.

You turn back around to check for the annoying smartass, but he’s already walking away from you towards his friends.

Jacketless.

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You don’t see Doyoung for days after. Normally, you’d be glad to be free of his annoying existence. After that move in the snow, you’re not entirely sure if you never want to see him again, or pin him against a wall to question him.

There was no reason for him to be ... “kind”. If Kim Doyoung is even able to do that. Why would he? He enjoys your suffering as much as you enjoy his. On any other day, he would’ve left you to freeze to death. So what possessed him to do that?

The sound of water crashing on the shore snaps you out of your thoughts. You don’t particularly enjoy skinny dipping, but once in a while, you like to just sit down in the water and listen to the ocean’s stories. The waves whisper, heard only by those who are willing and able to listen. They don’t speak any language of the world, but you still understand them - the sound of the hidden world beneath the waterline, deep in the waters, never to be explored by someone who doesn’t belong there. Both death and life are found in the middle of the ocean’s treasures - corals, sirens, those who’s ships crash against the jagged stone and sink to the ground, never to be seen again. The secret of a naiad. The first cry of a mermaid. Two boats passing in the night.

You hear it all. You know it all. As a princess of the waves, the key to all those locks is in your heart, given to you by your father. The water will always bend to your will. The earth shakes below your feet to support your anger and release it. You are (y/n), daughter of Poseidon. You are as unraveling and uncontrollable as the freshwater rivers, mysterious like the depths of the sea. Your crown is made of salt and sapphire, not metal that will rust.

Being close to your father’s realm makes you calm. It’s like returning home after a long day, the warmth of the water like a blanket around your body. Thankfully, you’re not soaked or drenched. You will never be prisoner of the sea.

You want to know what goes in Doyoung’s head. Rarely is he ever helpful towards you. There was a time in highschool where you had thought you could put your differences aside, but it’s just not possible. Doyoung is married to his pride and his pride alone, cloaking himself in it so nobody gets close. He’s intelligent and cunning. There is no reason for him to tip his hand and aid you, when all he ever does is make life hard for you.

But once in a blue moon, Doyoung’s eyes are as calm as the ocean at night. No bitterness, no snarled arguments. It’s just him, focussed on the task at hand, quiet and in his own world. He reminds you of the mermaids then, who watch over the sea to save the drowning ships. He’s not malicious. He’s just a man with his own goals.

Waiting for you on the shore are your belongings, and a jacket that was never yours. It’s time you return it.

❀ ❀ ❀

Doyoung looks unfazed when you hand him back the jacket. You clear your throat, embarrassed. How the hell do you force yourself to be kind to the rival you’ve been terrorising for several years now? “Uhm, thanks, I guess,” you mumble and turn away to leave.

You’re not ready to throw away all of your habits yet.

The choice is taken out of your hands when Doyoung tugs you back. His grip isn’t firm, just kind of clinical. Touching you only for the sake that you’d know he didn’t want the conversation to end. It makes you uneasy. The two of you aren’t supposed to converse so calmly. At this point, Doyoung should be digging his claws inside of you like an angry cat, hooked deep inside you and leave you to rot. Spark the fighting spirit in you. The part of you that creates destructive hurricanes and deadly whirlpools.

But his eyes are unfathomable. “You’re not sick, are you? We were staying outside for a pretty long time. I didn’t see you get back inside.”

You want to hiss at him - what’s it to you? - but the sound is lodged in your throat. There was no mean undertone, no teasing lilt. Just ... curiosity.

You shake your head. Your voice hadn’t returned yet; you’re waiting for the situation to explode, for the hatred to return to his eyes. Shouldn’t you force his hand away? What is wrong with you?

Doyoung drops his hand. For once in your life, you desperately wish to be able to look into his head. To read that brilliant mind that forges thousands of strategies, aware of every possibility given. No matter how much you dislike him, there’s no point denying the utter intelligence this man possesses. He’s clever, with the consuming wish to know anything and everything. You look into his eyes, but there’s nothing - Doyoung is smart enough not to let anything show. He’s not like you. Still waters run deep.

Doyoung feels like the lowest point of the ocean. All the secrets buried there. The knowledge that would never reach another’s eyes. Mysterious. Dangerous.

Fingertips brush your hand. Maybe you imagined it. You don’t know if believing your senses, is the correct decision to take right now. Doyoung’s eyes shape emotion again, the silent caution of someone who didn’t want to overstep boundaries. But he never does that with you. Why would he now? “Keep to warm drinks,” he says, not an order, but advice. He folds his jacket in his hands. Have his eyes always looked like those of an owl? Or is that just an exaggeration on your part, because his mother is often connected with that animal? “Stretch if you have to. It would be unwise for you to catch a cold during exam season.”

With that, Doyoung steps inside and closes the door, to both you and the unknown world you had just been unwillingly dragged in. The one where children of Athena and Poseidon didn’t jump at each others throat because they breathe the same air.

The one where you feel like you’re in highschool again, wondering if Doyoung and you can be something entirely different than an archnemesis to the other.

❀ ❀ ❀

You’re not childish. You’re really not.

But maybe this situation is just too much temptation. Sprawled across several books, Doyoung rests his head on his arms and is deep in slumber. His black hair is curled, weirdly, a strange sight to behold. It’s not like he’s very stylish. It must be his friends’ influence. He almost looks pretty. You’re not childish, but there’s just something so funny about grabbing a pen and ruining Doyoung’s stunning features.

Your friends roll their eyes at you as you silently step closer to Doyoung. They want nothing to do with your shenanigans, and they’re honestly too tired to stop another brawl. The entire day had been spent studying, since final exams are drawing close and everyone feels like dying from the stress. It seems like not even a child of Athena is excluded from that. Doyoung’s brows are furrowed, even in his sleep. Shoulders tense, his hands forming fists before relaxing again - he doesn’t even let himself rest while he’s off to dreamland. Though this shouldn’t suprise you. Doyoung always flings himself into unreasonable amounts of work, no matter how much his health deteriorates because of that.

Despite hating him, you know a lot about the man who looks more bunny than human. In the many years of rivalry, you picked up a fact or two about him. His memorization skills, for example. You always hated how he was never plagued by blackouts during exams, while you suffered from panic in the few classes you struggled in. He always triumphed over you with a few points just because of that. Another thing is his fear from animals. You once used your powers on him, young and reckless, exceptionally blind to the threat that you could pose to him as a ruler child, daughter of one of the big three in Olympus. He hadn’t flinched from being caged underwater. The second Doyoung sees a large dog though, he’s as far away from the scene as possible.

It’s a very rare occasion, but you’ve also seen Doyoung cry before. In middle school, alone on a bench, surrounded by parents accompanying their children to school. Athena is sworn to chastity. That means that her children aren’t conceived - they’re living, breathing ideas, born in the same strange way their mother was. In the mortal world, they were known as ‘adopted’. And because Athena didn’t give away her virginity to have Doyoung, it means there’s no father in the picture. It’s just him and his big brother. On that day, he had cried because he was fully aware he was alone. You saw it in the way he clutched his books tight; knowledge ties him to his mother, earns him appreciation. No olympian parent would ever be there for their child all of the time. They are gods, bound to the nightsky. They exist to rule over the world and keep the balance. They are the fear instilled in you as tsunamis wreck entire cities. They are the wonder and awe in your eyes at the sight of purple thunderstorms darken blue skies, clawing it open with white lightning. They’re not here to play mommy and daddy.

That day was the only day in your life where you had willingly sat down next to Doyoung and held his hand until he calmed down. You sat there for a long time, clinging to each other, before you promised to never speak to anyone about this ever. Now came the second time where you slid into the seat next to him without being forced.

Doyoung is deep in slumber. Not a single reaction is coaxed out of him as you poke his cheek, and then pinch it. His lashes are really long; the thought fills you with envy. How come every single boy you know has nicer lasher than you?

With a sigh, you put a hand to his shoulder and shake him gently. He’s warm below your touch. Doyoung doesn’t rouse. “Hey,” you say, though it’s not loud. You’re still in a library. Then: “Hey, Doyoung.”

Your idea of drawing on his face is long forgotten when his eyelids finally flutter open. He looks unbelievably tired. Like a zombie, his gaze is dazed as he lets it wander over his surroundings, before finally settling on you. Thankfully, he doesn’t give you the evil side eye. You think he’s too exhausted to actually do that now. You shift in your seat. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”

The man drowsily reaches for his phone to check the time. Out of instinct, he narrows his eyes because of the bright light, and you fight back a snicker before he can glare at you. “This morning,” he mumbles, sleep lacing his melodious voice.

“Doyoung, it’s 9pm.”

“Your point?”

You sigh. You’d rather not do this right now. But you also can’t will yourself to stand up and leave, when he looks so ... wrecked. You want to help. “C’mon,” you murmur. “Grab your stuff, let’s get you some ramen. My treat.”

Doyoung looks at you like you’ve grown another head. Impatiently, you start drumming your fingers on the table. Is he always this ungrateful?

Nonetheless, he gathers his stuff, and you help him stuff the heavy books into his bagpack. Maybe you’re possessed. Yeah, maybe. That’s the only explanation you can muster for your behavior right now. But that still doesn’t explain why Doyoung had been kind to you after the fire alarm. Perhaps whatever possessed you had possessed him first?

You always knew those water spirits were real. Your father is a damn liar.

Doyoung lets himself be tugged out of the library by you, his body still heavy from the slumberparty he threw for himself while studying. The feeling of his fingers between yours doesn’t feel so bad. So what? You’re holding his hand because you hate him that much.. You’re just treating him like a child because he can’t walk alone, that’s all...

Neither of you let go once.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Are you hiding shit from me?”

Confused, you look out of your room to meet Taeyong’s gaze, who’s only halfway stepped out of his own to address you. A smirk is painted on his beautiful face, rather unusual for someone as kind as Lee Taeyong. You only see that kind of expression on his face when he’s punching someone in the face, or dancing in a competition. Son of Ares and all. That anger is fuel to a whole lot of good things in his life, not only fights. (Though not even Taeyong can resist the urge that was passed on to him by his father. You’ve seen the way his eyes light up when he lands a particularly good uppercut.)

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” You return to your messy room. Exams are finally over, and it looks like a bomb exploded inside your sleeping chambers as you’ve been busy studying in the past few weeks. You never even thought about tidying up because you were so concentrated on cramming a semester’s worth of information inside your head. This degree in marine biology wasn’t going to earn itself. Now, several weeks later, you finally had the time and right headspace to get your room back to its’ usual outlook.

It rustles in the room beside you. Taeyong is rearranging his furniture. “Are you out of your mind, or why are you on good terms with Kim Doyoung? I don’t like seeing you guys get along. It honestly scares me. It feels like there’s some kind of dubious peace treaty going on and it’s going to explode in my face when I get accostumed to it.”

Oh. A pink blush settles on your face as you slam your drawers shut, the embarrassment pooling in your stomach. You’ve never been good at hiding things from your best friend; Taeyong knew you too well. “I don’t know,” you tell him. Something in his room falls over. “I guess we just stopped after he lent me his jacket. Though I must admit it’s getting pretty weird. This is a betrayal to myself.”

“Are you joking? I was tired of getting in the middle of your brawls all the time.”

“Don’t lie!” You throw a book against the wall that borders to Taeyong’s room. He giggles, fully aware that he was caught lying red-handed. “I know how much you enjoyed playfighting with that dumbass. You were only disappointed that it was denying you of a real fight. You damn Ares children and your knack to fuck shit up.”

“Hey, blame it on the genes.” He wanders in your room without knocking. Taeyong isn’t very cuddly, but for once, he’s the one initiating the skinship. He hugs you tightly, thin frame fitting around yours to press you against his body. “I’m glad,” he mumbles, voice wiped clean of its’ joking tone. “Seriously. You’re not your parents. There’s no reason to not get along. If I can do it with him, why can’t you?”

Maybe what you have with Doyoung is a little different to what Taeyong and Doyoung have. But Taeyong doesn’t need to know that. And especially not Doyoung. It’s a wellkept secret that has been blooming inside you since you watched him slurp up some cup ramen, the gratitude in his eyes waking something up in your heart.

After that, he had never once looked down on you. No disrespect. No provoking comments. Only mindless chatter, and the occasional stare you caught the other doing once in a while.

[07:25pm] k. doyoung: meet me at the quad

Taeyong snickers as he reads the message over your shoulder. “So you’ve been hiding something from me,” he accuses you, and you realize that your secret isn’t as wellkept as you thought. You want to argue, but Taeyong shuts you up with a wink and leaves the room. Hmph. You return your attention to your phone.

[07:26pm] (y/n): be there in a minute.

Maybe your room can wait.

The walk from the dorm to the quad isn’t far, maybe a five-minute-walk if you weren’t rushing. It’s a little early in the evening, but still really cold, which is why you wrap your jacket around yourself tighter and pick up speed. Doyoung is waiting for you patiently, hands buried deep into his pockets.

You still have to get accostumed to the sight of him smiling at you. And to holding his arm willingly. And the wish to stand on your tippy toes and kiss him...

“Why’d you call me?”

Doyoung starts walking. Even though you already wrapped your arm around his, he uncoils them so he can interlock your fingers and stuff them into his jacket pocket. “I thought about something,” he drawls out. As always, he cloaks his voice to not expose his true feelings. Another Athena habit. You wonder if he’s even aware of it. “This rivalry thing is getting kinda old, don’t you think?”

“Are you finally admitting defeat?” You grip his fingers tighter. They’re warm in yours, and the laugh you manage to coax out of him makes you feel light. “I knew if I just continued fighting bravely, I’d win. This is for Athens, wise boy.”

Doyoung holds you closer. He seems really undecisive with what he wants to do: despite him already changing the positon of your hands, he lets go to wrap an arm around your waist and pin you against his side. The second he lowers his head to lean his forehead against yours, you feel dizzy. “Never, seaweed brain. I was actually thinking something entirely different...”

You feel breathless. “What exactly?”

“How about I show you?”

Doyoung’s lips feel as soft as they look like; his kiss feels like a caress, so sensual and loving you could do this for hours. Your hands find his hair, tugging slightly to get him closer. You even tug an appreciative, very quiet moan out of him by doing that. When he finally leans way, your lips are swollen, his are forming a grin. He’s awfully smug. Though, you guess he has every right to after making your heart pound as quickly as the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings.

His gaze is self-satisfied, but also full of adoration. Longing. The same gaze he sometimes has after reading a particularly good book. The taste of his favorite cake. Who knew enemies made such good lovers...

“So?” Doyoung cradles your face in his hands, fingers moving to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. Careful, like you were porcelain. Expensive. Precious to him. “Do you agree with me or what?”

“I think I need to be shown again.”

He doesn’t stop you from getting a second taste.

[dazzlingfantasiesblogs]

Misjudged words

Hey loves, here is just a little drabble. 

Warning: SMUT! 18+ Only!!

Dean x Reader

Latin

ut iam defecerint ab inferis =  as we have already fallen away from the grave

iam evanescunt = Already disappear

You tried to push free from the grasp. You felt like 100s of pounds of pressure on your body, keeping you pinned to the wall. You looked around the room, you seen Sam trapped behind a book shelf being crushed, dean pinned to the floor. You closed your eyes, thinking of anything to stop this demon. Soon you felt an impact to the ribs, you felt your bone shatter into pieces. “Y/N!!” Dean yelled, his eyes read nothing but worry. You kept coughing, trying to get composure to try one last thing. “ut iam defecerint ab inferis” you spoke lightly. The demon snapping its head torwards you. “ut iam defecerint ab inferis” You yelled out. “iam evanescunt!” You yelled. The demon burning into flames. You crashed to the ground. Sam quickly moved the bookcase running over to you, Dean doing the same. You looked up at Dean, with blurred vision. “y/N! Stay with us!” Sam yelled looking down at her. “Please!!”

You woke up, looking around. The light causing spots in your vision. You were in your room in the bunker. You got up slowly, weakly pushing your feet to the ground. You held your side, your rib still broken. Fuck did it hurt to walk. You walked into the library, to see Dean and Sam. “Boys..” You whispered. They looked at you. Sam, smiling standing up, carefully wrapping a hand around your waist. He sat your down on the couch next to him, Dean coming up to you kneeling. “What happened?” You smiled slightly knowing that Dean was going to get straight to the point. You loved Dean, more than anything but sometimes, you wanted to beat the hell out of him. Literally.

“I read a little about our old Demon friend. He was from the old ages. I told him to vanish, to be gone. If you chant it twice and tell him to vanish one more time.. he dies. It was a shot in the dark, but it worked.” Dean looked at you with slightly saddened eyes. “I want you to leave..” “What?!” You looked at Dean confused. Sam staring at Dean like he sprouted another head. “You where reckless you did not even know it would work! You could have got us killed! You do that shit all the time. Now look at you! Broken rib and helpless!” “DEAN STOP!” Sam yelled. You sat there, confused of Deans words. “She is family!” Sam yelled at Dean. “She is not family!” “Dean you said you loved me!” You slowly got up walking towards him. He pushed you to the side, causing you to crash into the table. You felt the wind knocked out of you. Sam ran up getting you. “Your just a stray that my father saved a few years back when your parents left you.” Deans words hit you hard. “Fuck you Dean… My parents did not just.. disappear! My mother died the same fucking way yours did!” Deans eyes shot open wide. You promised John not to say anything till the time was right. You got out of Sams grasp walking to your room. Locking the door. “Y/N Please!” Dean banged on the door. “I just… I don’t want you to get hurt..!” You closed your eyes crying to yourself.

It was about 3am. y/n snuck out of her room. She threw her duffle bag around her side, the opposite one so it would not hurt her. She checked on Sams room and he was asleep leaving him a note. Doing the same to Dean. She climbed out of the bunker, starting up her Truck, driving off into the night.

Dean woke up to a bang on his door. “She is gone!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam threw the letter that was addressed to him.

“Dean, I love you.. I do. And your right though... I am not your family. I guess what we had... was just something to pass the time. I wish you well. I will always love you,

Y/N.”

Dean growled, the letter. He threw it down on the ground. “We gotta go find her…” Sam nodded to Dean.

 **Two Months Later**

“See if Y/N was around she would have known what fucking language to speak to that demon!” Dean growled throwing a glass vase at the wall. Sam sighed sitting on the couch, both boys unaware of the demon still lurking and watching them. Soon they hurd a shot go off. They looked back to see the demon, dead on the ground. “y/N..” Dean ran looking to grab her. “Stop Dean. Your Welcome. Goodbye.” y/n walked past Dean. It was like they never fell in love, like they didn’t go on countless missions together. “You have been keeping tabs on us!” Sam yelled out. “Dean escaped that cage, the ghost was weakened…” Sam looked y/n in the eyes. “Sammy boy.. watch over your brother for me.” Using the same words that John use to say to Dean. Y/N walked out the house, getting in her truck and disappearing again. “FUCK!” Dean yelled laying his head on babys hood.

“We need to keep a tab on her.. I want her back…” Dean tightened then grip on the steering wheel, he was getting frustrated. She left, because of his cold words to her. They pulled up to a bar, walking in, Dean sat down at the bar. Taking a sip of his beer, wallowing in his feelings. “Well, sorry guys. You can cram those pool sticks where the sun don’t shine.” Dean looked over to see y/n standing there looking as gorgeous as ever. She wore her black skinny jeans and high heeled boots. Her leather jacket fitting her curves just right. Her cleavage slightly out, making his mouth water. He seen a guy take a swing at her. She ducked quickly, elbowing him in the back. She smirked as she took on two more of them. Sam came out of the bathroom seeing her fighting off some guys. She picked up the wad of cash on the table. Walking over to the bartender she handed him a few hundred dollars. “For repairs darlin, see you later sweet cheeks.” Dean hurd her voice, she knew he was listening. He stood up to put money down. “Your tab is paid.” The bartender said to Dean handing him his money back. “By the pretty blondes over in the corner.” “Score..”.

Dean walked out of the bar with two women, one on each arm. Sam followed behind him rubbing his temples. Dean looked over to see y/n sitting over on the hood of her truck stairing at the stars. She glanced over at Dean, rolled her eyes and kept looking at then stars. Dean gritted his teeth. She walked out on them over a lousy fight… he was going to get revenge for that. Sam jogged over to y/n. She hopped off the hood hugging him tightly.

“Y/N you gotta come back!” “I can’t Sam. I… I just can’t. Doing this alone, I am starting to see why John did it.” “Please… I have no one to talk too about Jessica… You are my best friend… please..” y/n looked in Sams eyes. He was honestly upset with everything. “I cannot afford to lose someone who is like my sister.” “Sammy… Trust me when I say I am doin this for everyone. Dean pointed it out. I could get you guys hurt.” “Dean was blowing smoke out of his fucking ass! Like usual! He can not even form full sentences without you.. He had fucking nightmares that something happens to you.. He had not slept in so long…” “Looks like he is just fine..” y/n pointed to Dean flirting with the two girls. Sam sighed, he reminded himself to mentally kick his brother. “I do not want to have you in the middle of this Sammy.” She kissed his forehead. “Can you atleast help me crack this case” you sighed at Sams puppy dog eyes and nodded.

Sam and Y/N where up, sitting at the table going through files. Dean strolled in with two girls. “Here Samm…” Deans eyes went wide, seeing her looking through the files that him and Sammy where having trouble cracking. It was like old times, but instead of two women in his hands he had two cases of beer. y/n gasped in pain slightly. Seeing Dean with those girls caused her heart to break slightly. Sam looked at her, he seen the pain in her expression. “Sam.. can we go to my place please?” Sam nodded, as she helped him grab the papers. Dean watched them wide eyed. She walked passed them. “You never loved me you ass.” She started to jogg, Sam on her heels. Dean looked at the floor. “go… GO!” He yelled at the girls. They ran out of the room. He ran to baby, following them. She was pressing 120. Dean on her heels. “That mother fucker!” Sam sighed knowing this was going to end in a huge fight, or in the back of baby. Y/N skidded to the side. Dean getting out of the car. “ENOUGH OF THIS Y/N!” “GO FUCK YOURSELF DEAN!” Deans eyes where dark. He looked at the woman infront of him. She would never back down from him. The only thing that scared her, was the thought of a normal life. Dean walked over to her, putting his hand out to touch her face. She grabbed it, twisting it behind his back. Pushing him to the gravel. Sam laughed as he watched it in the rearview mirror. y/n put her foot on Deans back. “Leave me alone Dean!” “No. HE grabbed her leg, flipping her, as she landed on the ground. He leaned over her. “I have no fucking clue what we where… but I loved and still love you… I can not sleep with out you.. I can not think straight on a mission thinking about you.” You looked at Dean and took a deep breath. You flipped him and pointed a fun to his head. Sams eyes went wide. She held a hand back to Sam, Sam smirked a bit. “Where you going to fuck them?” Dean smirked a bit. “Where you going to fuck the bartender?” Dean slid his gun out holding it to her head. “No.” “No.” Dean repeated. He laughed slightly. “You are fucking nuts woman. I seen the look in your eyes when you seen me with those girls. You wanted to kill both of them.” You got at way from, putting the gun back behind her pants loop. “I need to go..” you gasped. You started making your way to the door, than something appeared. You stopped in your tracks pulling out your gun. You looked at Sam in the truck, eyeing the thing. “The moment I touch this truck it explodes.” You could see the demons eyes now. “Let him go!” Yu yelled, Dean standing behind you. “Only if y/n comes with me…” “Fine.” You set your gun down. Walking torwards the demon. “Let Sammy go..” You looked at the demon. She took her hold off the car, Sam getting out.. “Sammy, becareful at the park..” “What” Dean looked at him confused.” “We will..” Sam replied. Soon you disappeared with demon.

“What the fuck did she say to you?!” Dean looked at Sam. “It was code, for ‘It’s a trap. There will be more.’” Dean sighed a bit. He wanted nothing more than this bull-shit to be over. Sam walked back to y/n truck. He open the glove compartment. He seen a folder, with a bunch of paper articles. “That thing… is what has been killing women around here. That is why Y/N was here. She was trying to help. They must have caugh scent of her coming after them. “This is the place they are at..” Sam pointed to the paper that y/n had circled. “Lets go…” “No.. we need help..”

Bobby arrived a few hours later. He got out of his truck, the boys filling him in. “Lets get our girl back..” Bobby smiled to them.

Slowly they approached the building “We have to lure them out to the devils ring.” Dean and Sam nodded. Soon they hurd a chair come crashing threw a window. y/n and a demon where fighting. y/n got on top of her, punching her in the face multiple times. She grabbed the holy water in her back pocket, burning the demons eyes. “Y/n!” Dean yelled. She looked over to see them. “Head to the merry go round south!” y/n nodded. She got up, the demon after her. “There is four more inside!” y/n was thrown against the side of a truck. “y/N!” Dean yelled. She slowly got up smirking as the demon was caught. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” y/n smirked running back to the boys. “Becareful. Here.” She handed them ear plugs. “I had these on me when I was about to come hunt them. If you don’t wear these, they can control you.” The boys nodded putting them in there ears. They walked in, y/n walked in first with some chalk. She signaled for the boys to distract them. They went separate ways. She started to draw out the circle. Soon the boys came running in different directions. The demons all ending up in the ring. y/n taped all of there mouths shut. “You know what to do..” Sam nodded prefroming the excercism.

They burned the house to the ground. Helping the bodies that where once possessed. A few hours later meeting back at the motel. “Y/N you need to come back..” Bobby looked her in the eyes. “I… I can’t…” “This isn’t over just what Dean said is it?” you nodded no. “If they get hurt because of me.. I will lose my fucking mind…” “They need you… as much as you need them. They are back to eating shitty food and Dean, drinking all the fucking time.” Bobby sighed leaning back against his truck. “I need you to keep those two straight. So they don’t wonder off there path. John told you how many times… that he needed you to watch those boys..” you looked down at the ground. Tears clouding your eyes… “I know..” You nodded hugging Bobby tightly. “Now go work things out with Dean when we get back to the bunker.” “Alright..”

After the two hour long ride, and a tape of Led Zeplin later, you arrived at the bunker. You shut off your lights and grabbed your duffle bag. You followed the boys to the bunker. You locked your truck. You walked to your old room. The bed was messed up. Someone had slept in it. “I only slept well.. in your bed.” Dean appeared behind her. He looked upset. “Dean…” “I am so sorry…” “Dean.. stop..” Dean grabbed your hand, holding it, kissing every knuckle. “Your more than family… You keep me sane, you keep Sammy calm and you keep Bobby smiling.” Dean pressed lips against yours. You felt his soft lips, moaning slightly into the kiss. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you close. “I thought I was going to have to kill that bartender. The way he staired to you. His eyes on your ass as you walked out. It is mine.. all of you is mine..” “My girl..” Dean whispered in your ear. He picked you up, hugging you tightly against his body. He just wrapped his arms tightly around you. “I am yours.” Dean smiled kissing her nose. “Can we sleep however? As much as I would like to do so many things, being held in that house with those demons and being thrown so many ways the last few months.. I am exhausted.” Dean smiled nodding.

Dean woke up, it was the best sleep he had in months. He looked around to see y/n was gone. His heart beating threw his chest. He ran out to the kitchen in just his boxers. He seen y/n cooking breakfast. Sammy and Bobby drinking coffee. Looking over they started to laugh at Dean. “You ok?” y/n looked over at him chuckling. “I.. I thought you left again..” Dean looked down. “Go put on your clothes, as much as I would like you to stay in just your boxers, I think Sam and Bobby are having a hard time eating there pancakes.” Dean laughed walking away.

He came back, grabbing pancakes, bacon, eggs, scones and some orange juice. He started to shovel it down. “Mmm.. thanks y/N..” Sammy said putting his hand on his stomach full. “Well, Bobby said you boys have not had a good meal in a bit. So I figured I would cook a good one.” Dean smiled over at y/n. Soon a timer went off. She walked to the oven, opening it taking out two apple pies. “You didn’t.” Dean said taking his last bite. “Oh I did.” Dean hopped up, hugging her tightly. “The man loves his pie.. maybe too much..” Bobby spoke under his breath.

After everyone had a slice of pie, y/n went back to her room, she started to clean her guns, her head phones on. She was listing to Panic! At the Disco. “If you love me let me go!!” She stood up dancing and singing. “cause these words are nice enough to leave scars!” Dean peered in her bedroom. He smirked seeing her dancing around. “This gospel, for the vaga bonds, naturals and insufferable bastards!!” She was swaying her hips.  Dean stepped into her room, leaning against the door frame. Damn did he want her. He wanted to make her his again, lay her down and make her scream his name.  She turned seeing Dean standing there smirking. She took out her head phones. “Nothing I love more than a girl who can move and clean guns.” Dean smirked stalking over her. He kicked the door closed with his heel. Dean picked her up laying her on the bed. He kissed her deeply, his tounge playing with hers. Her gasps driving him insane. “I need you..” Dean kissed up and down her neck. Sucking and kissing her jawline. “Dean.. I don’t know..” you looked in his eyes. “Fine!” Dean yelled. He stood up sighing. “Dean..” He looked back at you. “Why me?” You stood up, you didn’t want this to be a touch and go type of thing. “Because.. your everything I want and more. Your so strong… your so beautiful… you remind me that there is good in this world y/n.” Dean turned around walking out the door. You grabbed his hand, pushing him against the door. Your lips attached to his, kissing him deeply, your tounges fighting. You slipped your shirt off. Dean sliding his hands over your breasts, noticing you wore no bra. He slid his thumbs over your already hard nipples. Dean stopped sliding his shirt off. He slid his pants off, you sliding your shorts off. He picked you up throwing you on the bed. You laughed a bit, him on top of you quickly. “I need you..” Dean slid a hand under your panties, dipping a finger between your folds. “Dean!..” you moaned out, throwing your head back. “So wet already…. Fuck..” Dean kissed your neck, pulling your panties down. He couldn’t wait anymore. So much emotion filled him. He slid off his boxers, pushing his dick deeply deeply into her. “Dean…” Your whisper causing him to pull out and push again. Dean looked into your eyes, you could tell this ment more than just a one time thing. He kissed your lips, pushing in harder. Your head thrown back “Fuck Dean…” “Say my name again…” He increased his tempo. “Dean…” “That’s right, I am the one taking care of this beautiful pussy… Your mine…” He turned you over, kissing you back and biting your shoulder hard. That was just enough pain to make you cum. Dean smirked, he seen your juices drip off his cock when he pulled out. He continued to kiss down your spine, biting you neck and back, leaving marks all over. “I can’t last much longer..” Dean spoke breathless. “Harder… cum in me… please…” Dean smirked a bit, he was hitting an angle that was causing you to almost scream. You felt your self clench around him. “Fuck!” Dean emptied himself into you, he waited till he was done. Kissing your back, laying down. You turned over to see him. “Wow… I uh… did a number to your neck..” Dean said laughing a bit. “No shit.. If I didn’t know any better I would say I would have to behead you, you vampire.” Dean chuckled.

[lovingyoubetter]

Things I REALLY wish I knew before becoming a Mom

Do you know that feeling that tugs at you after you've gotten yourself into a sticky situation you can't get yourself out of? That is EXACTLY what motherhood is like most of the time. First-time motherhood to be exact! Sticky AND permanent.

Growing up, I've always been the nurturing and "motherly" type,  always drawn to the babies in the room. I figured, motherhood must surely be a walk in the park - who wouldn't want to spend every single moment with a cute little human? I got the shock of my life after having my own child.

I became a first time mom at the age of 25 and although it IS the best thing in the whole wide world, there are about a gazillion trillion things I still wish I had known before becoming a mom.

* It's a Lifetime subscription

If you picture a cute community of friends and other mommies always picnicking around you when you think of motherhood - think again. I mean sure, you might have an entourage close by to help with the baby and recovery BUT below all of that is a pool of loneliness. Gut-wrenching loneliness. Why? Everyone has a life. Everyone gets to say "Okay, I'll be going now. Love you, Bye!" and off they go, back to their lives. You on the other hand - can't. Or, even better, if you decide to go -  you have your own personalised handbag with eyes, ears and toes!

* Motherhood is (extremely) lonely

Looking at other mothers from outside might make it seem as if they are completely acing this role. Or atleast I used to think so. After having my own, it suddenly struck me just how many things I couldn't be a part of anymore and how many things I had to do on my own. Friday night? The Movies? Sunday brunch with friends? 2AM Drive-through's? Forget all those! You'll be stuck at home ,mostly in silence staring at your phone or reading a book while your bundle of joy takes a nap.

* You Will change

If you think you will remain the same after housing and birthing a whole human being - THINK again! Motherhood will change almost everything about you. From your personality, your style, your tolerance, your patience levels (or lack thereof) and so much more! Most of these changes will be for the best while some of them, not so much. For instance, you might just loose your mind for good. Yes I SAID IT! You might literally go crazy to a point of no return! Some mommies go completely AWOL after childbirth. You'll look in the mirror and not recognize who that is. It happens!

* You will experience love like no other

The best thing in life after caramel, is having a baby. Your heart will swell up beyond your throat with so much love, you can almost spit it out. Your tiny human who looks at you with magical eyes and a smile that melts your whole existence will bring out so much love from you! He or she might spend a fraction of the time driving you insane, but apart from those moments, it will be mostly love and adoration you feel.

* Your relationship will change

The Relationship you currently have with your significant other can and will change if not guarded. Have you heard of Murphy's Law? It states that "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong" and that's precisely the point I am trying to make. IF you and your partner do not put measures in place to deal with the wave of hormones, insecurities and down-right madness that comes with having a baby, you might find yourself in a tricky situation. The aim is to remain a team through everything life throws at you. You might need to learn and unlearn a lot of common things you both did to keep the ball rolling. The dynamics of presenting a united front to yourselves and your baby still puzzles me to this day. Some days will be better than others, but I've realised that laughter truly is the best medicine. Learn to laugh it out if it isn't worth a melt-down.  

* You'll need a home alter-ego

Think Sasha Fierce, but specifically for your house. For the sake of your child and maintaining an untainted aura in your house, you will have to learn to wear that smile even when you don't feel like it. Babies feed off from your energy as its presented to them and as such, you want to make sure you aren't feeding them trash. Yes, this includes a bad day, a fight with a colleague, family drama, traffic on your way home, financial difficulties, stress, or even conflict with your partner (you might want to have a peek at THIS regarding your relationship and conflict). From the minute you walk into the house, you have to put on your happiest mood ever. Perform Sis. Atleast until your little one falls asleep.

* You will ALWAYS be busy

Goodbye Me-TIme! Regardless of how much help you get, you as a person will always be busy. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. BUSY - BUSY- BUSY!!  Your mind will always be running on over-drive. Diaper changes, bottles, the best teething ring, raising a happy baby, your baby daddy, the dynamics of having a family, where's your phone, forgotten passwords, keeping healthy, a non-existent social life...the list goes on and on. I'll give you a dime if you showed me a mom who is thinking of nothing.  Just relaxing and thinking of Absolutely nothing! What pure bliss!  

* Your partner might take a while to catch up

The thing about pregnancy and motherhood is that you kind of build a strong bond with your baby along the way. It comes gradually and naturally you can't pin-point when exactly it happened for you. You slowly ease into being pregnant and walk around with baby all the time. Then the excitement hits and you start shopping around and getting ready. When it comes to our partners, it's a completely different story. You will need to be a little more patient with him when it comes to this. Remember he didn't have a belly, or feel little kicks or give birth. He has no hormones. He might even see nothing wrong with going out with the boys the very day you come home from hospital with a newborn! It's not because he doesn't love you or his child - he just has to slowly ease into it. Allow him that chance.

* Google will be your all-in-one friend

As a mom, you will turn into a professional researcher. Need a pedaetrician/ therapist/ doctor/ expert/ pick-me-upper/ personal coach? Look no further. You will be googling E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G! From your child's bowel movement (colour/frequency), how long they sleep, if your vag will pull itself together and when, how to do everything, why this is peeling, why that is chapping, why you feel this way, why your partner did this, horoscopes, you name it! At one point I caught myself typing in "Why do I hate my partner so much!?" SILLY, I know. Turns out, it was hormones! I felt like his life was going on as normal while I was stuck at home with leaking boobs, uneven skin and falling hair! Add no social life to the mix while he's having the time of his life! I became resentful and mean and I needed answers.

I still maintain, Motherhood is amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the whole wide world. I still wish I had watched a trailer or two beforehand. Maybe even a couple of previous episodes just to prepare myself.

[bees1702-blog]

First single holiday for women in her 40's

So here I am .. Day 1 of my solo trip to Sorrento. After having panic attacks in the taxi on route to airport , trying not to check my bag every 5 mins that I have passport etc , I get my baggage checked relieved that I’m not over in weight , and then practically sit on the boarding gate attendant knee!! Arrive at hotel flora which is typical Italian style hotel . Do I unpack as normal or throw caution to the wind and leave it ( nobody to judge and I’m not fighting for space in the wardrobe) or get my bikini on and hit the pool?? I unpack !! I’m so predictable. Anyway get to pool feeling a little weird but pick my spot , which turns out to be the best for sun and park my arse down. So put my tunes in my ears ( nothing too slushy cos I’m feeling slightly vulnerable) and begin the tanning. 3 hours later think .. ok smith time to man up and get ready to head out and see what it’s all about plus I’m starving . Walking through the streets of Sorrento and can’t help wish I was holding hands with the love of my life ?!?!? Still atleast I get to pick the restaurant ( la lanterna) and what a great choice I made . Sitting here with my candle lit for one , big bowl of mussels , wine and Toni the waiter who is overly nice! Is that how ppl are gonna be this whole trip ? Do they feel sorry for me or are they genuinely nice.? I don’t feel sorry for me .. this is a choice and I feel brave. Although no more wine cos I might cry . Time to stroll bak up to hotel and have an ice cream on the way. This was my big sisters idea., right a blog everyday . Today I’m not sure how I feel yet but Deep down part of me secretly excited . Till tomorrow my faithful phone xx