#Reposting this cuz i did it wrong the last time

[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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♡ 2AM KISSES — PARK JIHOON

bf!jihoon x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, suggestive, kinda making out (?), fluff, established relationship | request — will you write a treasure jihoon suggestive fic :d? tysm!!!! | loki's lines — when i walk in the walk in the walk in the street, yeah o-o

“jihoon, what the fuck?!”

you whisper-yelled, resting your hand over your chest as you saw your boyfriend’s face outside your window.

“open this!” he mouthed, gesturing you to open your window. “hurry up!”

all sorts of alarms rang in your head, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend was not at your front door like a normal person but at your window — that too, at two in the morning.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as you pushed open the frame, brows etched with worry. “is everything–”

before you could continue, jihoon smashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. he took full control of the kiss, blissfully sighing as he felt you kiss him back.

it hadn’t even been that long since he saw you, but oh, how he missed the taste of your lips.

"jihoon," you mumbled between the kisses, still confused. "what's going–"

you paused as you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer as you gave into the kiss completely.

jihoon merely smiled against your lips, the simple sensation of your lips against his sending him into overdrive. he turned his head, deepening the kiss as his hands moved to hold your hips tightly.

you simply complied, the intensity and passion behind his kisses making your stomach flip a thousand somersaults.

jihoon pulled away, a dazed smile on his face as he looked at you. "hey," he muttered, his raspy voice making your chest hurt with how adorable he looked.

"hey? it's two in the morning, love." you chuckled, shaking your head. "what's the occasion to be greeted like this?"

jihoon only smiled in response, his crescent eyes filled with adoration, depriving you of every breath you tried to take.

he tried to reply to you. he really did.

but one look at the confused pout on your face, and he was leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours.

one time. two times. five times. ten times.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, forcefully pulling yourself away from your boyfriend as you looked at him.

“park jihoon,” you sternly said. “as much as i love your kisses, what’s going on?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

with one last kiss on your lips, jihoon pulled away, a love-struck look on his face as he smiled at you, his eyes conveying more than he could ever say.

���it’s nothing, honestly. i just missed you and your pretty lips.”

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A Birthday Threesome for ‘Suki (Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Two pretty sluts for the price of one? Lucky me."

Pairing: Pro!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader x Your Fem!Best Friend

Synopsis: In which you and your best friend decide to help your man see the joy in birthdays by giving him a threesome. Also, Bakugou likes butt plugs. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY 🎈

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Sub to Dom!Bakugou, Dom to sub!Fem!Reader, Race of Reader not Specified, Threesome, Birthday Sex, Anal Play, Food Play, Prostate Massaging, Edging, Double Blowjob, Mild Girl on Girl (just kissing), Spit Play, Cunnilingus, Multiple Positions, Unprotected PIV, Squirting, Creaming, Fingering, Overstimulation, Mild Degradation, Three Way Kissing, Cum Eating, Creampies, Facials, Dirty Talk, Three Way Cuddle

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I'm uploading this ahead of time cuz it’s my boy’s birthday!! 🥳🥳 This one is kinda different, but I hope y’all like it! Enjoy! 🥰 -Jazz

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Bakugou had never been the one for birthdays. 

It’s not like he hated them, he’s told you once before while sitting in the spring sun for a picnic. “I just don’t see the hype with ‘em,” he said when you asked about it. “So what I turned a year older than I was last year? So what I’m still on this fuckin’ earth? What’s the big deal?” 

“But birthdays are something to celebrate!” You had protested, which he thought was cute. “The way I see it, you can either be a year older while alive or you could be a year older six feet under. Birthdays are for celebrating with the people you love.” 

“And I do,” he had argued. “I celebrate with you, don’t I?” You hummed indifferently as he rubbed your feet that were settled in his lap. “Look, babe, I get it; you like the surprise parties and birthday cakes and razzle-dazzle. I don’t need all that shit. I don’t even need a card.” 

His response had definitely rubbed you the wrong way. To you, birthdays were a time of celebration! To be on this earth for a certain number of years, especially with the shit the economy, capitalism, and COVID brought, was an accomplishment in itself. And to be able to celebrate another birthday with your man was even better! 

So, being the loving, great girlfriend you were, of course, you’d think of the best way to turn your man’s frown upside down and show him the beauty of birthdays. And what better way to do that than to plan a birthday threesome? 

Yes, a birthday threesome. 

You and Bakugou had always been a kinky couple. Anything that you could bring into the bedroom that the both of you could enjoy, you’d do it. Handcuffs and rope? Tried ‘em. Blindfolding? Temperature play? Most definitely. Bakugou loved you calling him “daddy” and seeing you squirm underneath him as he edged you to oblivion (being the asshole he is). 

But what he loved more than anything was to submit to you, too. He never expressed it to your mutual friends or tried to show it as much, but you knew he loved it when you took full control over him. His body, his mind, and his cock were all yours for the night to bend to your will. Add in a butt plug and some pegging, and he was ready to give you everything. 

However, the thought of having another person you could watch break him apart and share in that domination was hotter than you initially realized before coming up with your deviously-hot birthday surprise. 

You and Bakugou had discussed a threesome before, but Bakugou was very possessive. He’d be ready to blast someone to space for just looking at you. Plus, you didn’t know where to even look for the best third piece…until you did. 

Your best friend. A woman who was just as hot as you and whom you trusted wholeheartedly. A woman who also happened to have a secret attraction to your boyfriend that she confessed to you over cocktails one night. A woman you’ve caught Bakugou subtly checking out a few times during social outings…but obviously not subtle enough. 

You’d never been angered at him for it, especially when he’d shown you many times before that you were the only woman for him. “I belong to you,” he’d say to you, his sweaty forehead to yours, cock buried deep inside of you. So the idea of sharing such a hunk with someone who also was attracted to him would be much hotter than you initially thought. 

When you’d come to her with the idea, she’d first look at you like you were insane. “You sure?” she’d ask, uncertain about this. But after some reassurance on your end, she’d be ecstatic to be a part of your birthday surprise. Just imagine it now, how’d it all pan out: 

The day of Bakugou’s birthday, you’d pepper him in kisses and make him his favorite banana pancakes that morning before shooing him out the door for a spa day before he could initiate birthday sex.

“A $100 Hand & Stone coupon?” he’d grumble when you handed him the card, scowling at you. “Babe, I told you that you didn’t–” 

“Hush!” you’d say, pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Every hero needs a little relaxation, so this is yours. You need a massage.” His vermillion eyes would twinkle mischievously. “I need a massage, alright,” he’d growl, pressing your hand to his groin. “Think you can help me with that?” 

Ignoring him, you’d shoo him out the door of your shared apartment. When he finally begrudgingly left for nearly two hours of relaxation, you’d spend the whole day prepping for tonight. You’d clean the apartment from top to bottom, fix Bakugou his favorite dinner, leave it in the fridge for later, and call up your friend to tell her to come over. She’d arrive, happy to help you prepare for everything. 

“You sure we have time?” she’d ask, grabbing some lemon pledge to wipe down the counters. 

“The spa treatment is an all-day special,” you’d explain as you swept. “He’ll be out for hours.” That answer was enough to reassure your friend that you’d have all the time in the world to clean and cook. 

When your man finally came home later that evening, relaxed from his massage, skin glowing from his seaweed mask, and feeling loose from the champagne the spa offered back to back, he’d walk in to find the apartment suspiciously empty. “Baby?” he’d call. “You in here? I’ll admit, that stupid ass spa treatment was nice.” 

You wouldn’t answer. Your lack of response would make Bakugou nervous and he’d contemplate calling you until he ventured into the kitchen and saw what’d lie for him on the kitchen counter. There would be a red velvet cake (his favorite flavor) sitting there adorned in buttercream frosting and decorated in red and orange flowers that appear to also look like fire blasts. On the top would be writing in red food coloring that read, “Happy Birthday Katsuki!” 

Bakugou would be confused yet touched. Did you do all of this while he was out? Before he could ponder on it more, he’d be taken aback by the faint scent of roses and soft giggling coming from upstairs. “Up here, babe!” you’d call. 

Filled with relief that you were safe (just hiding), Bakugou would venture up the steps. “What is all this?” he’d call you. “I told you, I didn’t need all this, baby, really.” But as he walked upstairs, his heart would pound methodically against his ribcage in anticipation of what was to come next. 

But nothing could’ve prepared him for what he found waiting for him in your shared master bedroom. When he pushed open the bedroom door, he’d find a trail of red rose petals leading right over to his birthday presents: you and your friend, sitting on the couch near the window overlooking the city lights, dressed in only the most expensive lingerie. 

Bakugou’s greedy eyes would trail over the skin exposed along with how well the lingerie filled out your bodies’ natural curves. The cups of your lace bras framed your breasts so nicely, and he could only imagine what the back looked like. Sitting on the floor by the couch was a bucket where a bottle of champagne and glasses sat, giving him the impression that tonight really was for celebrating…as if seeing you and your friend decked in lingerie wasn’t an indication enough. 

You smiled at him as he stood there frozen on the threshold of the bedroom. “Happy birthday, baby,” you’d purr. “Well? You gonna just stand there or are you gonna join us?”

Bakugou wouldn’t need to be told twice. The door would be closed and his shoes would be off immediately before he rushed to join you on the couch like he had lit his ass on fire. 

The rest of the night would play in flashes of ecstasy as a surprise after surprise unfolded: 

You and your friend would sit Bakugou down between you with a glass of chilled champagne and ask him if he wanted this, only moving forward when he gave you an enthusiastic growl of “fuck yes”. 

After giving each other a look of pure excitement over finally getting the pro out of his clothes, you and your friend would strip Bakugou out of his clothes, giggling at his sharp intakes of breath and swearing. “Someone’s excited,” you’d coo into his ear, grinning at the way he shivered. 

“You shittin’ me?” he’d growl as he watched your friend’s soft hands that looked so small compared to his unbuckle his belt. “I’ve got two of the prettiest women in my bedroom right now. Who the fuck wouldn’t be excited?” 

Once you’d get him out of his clothes, you’d watch your friend admire his muscled body like he is carved from granite stone. You wouldn’t blame her, especially with the way the silver moonlight would shine through the window and illuminate your boyfriend’s mouthwatering six-pack and the dragon tattoo crawling up his right ribcage. His thick, muscular thighs would be spread, giving both of you girls a good peek at the outline of his dick in his designer briefs. 

Seeing your friend stare Bakugou down like he was a masterpiece would turn you on more than you believed. Your pussy would gush knowing that the same man that is yours is so wanted by everyone else. It would turn you on even more to see Bakugou stare her down with the same lust–filled stare, the act of sharing him with another person arousing you further. 

“Go on,” you’d encourage your friend. “Touch him.” She’d give you an uncertain stare before Bakugou would lean back against the couch, allowing her perfect access to his body. You and your friend would then run your hands all over him–up and down his abs, over his biceps, caressing his warm skin. The low moans of appreciation Bakugou would make at feeling hands all over him would work their magic on both of you, filling you with anticipation and need. 

However, Bakugou was a greedy man, and he’d try to touch both of your asses looking so plump and full in your thongs. You and your friend would then make it very clear that you both are in control and not him by slapping his hands away when he tried to touch you. 

“Uh-uh, baby,” you’d purr, smiling sexily at his irritated scowl. “No touching…not yet. You’re ours right now, so just sit there and take what we give you like a good boy.” 

And shockingly enough, Bakugou would listen, too turned on to fuss. He’d do nothing but watch as you and your friend’s hands would caress his hardened bulge in his briefs, your lips on his neck; his chest; behind his ear. “That’s his sweet spot,” you’d whisper to your friend, giggling at your boyfriend’s soft gasp as you squeezed his shaft in his briefs. 

After some teasing and earning a wet spot at the tip of his dick, you and your friend would finally pull down his briefs. Like a sexy Jack-in-the-box, Bakugou’s cock would finally spring free–thick, long, curved, veiny, and so, so fucking hard. Your friend would stare wide-eyed at it before cooing to Bakugou, “You have a beautiful dick, Dynamight.” 

“Bet you wanna taste it,” you’d giggle. “That’s what these are for: to make it sweeter.” You’d then reach down into the chilled champagne bucket where you’d present a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream to Bakugou. He’d stare down at the goodies, perplexed. “Da fuck are those for?” he’d ask. 

“For you, silly,” you’d giggle as your friend excitedly clapped her hands. “C’mon, you’ll love it!” Bakugou continued to stare down at the condiments fit for ice cream. “It’s part of your surprise, babe,” you’d coo before pecking his lips. “Let us show you.” 

After coaxing him to sit back and enjoy his champagne, you and your friend would proceed to squirt chocolate syrup and whipped cream along his dick, giggling at the way he’d shiver at the coolness of the continents hitting his skin. “Don’t get any of this shit on my floor,” he’d growl. “Otherwise, you’re both gettin’ punished.” 

You and your friend would share a mischievous look before you’d look up at him, batting your lashes. “Is that a promise, daddy?” you’d purr before giving the tip of his dick a lick. The sugary scents of whipped cream and chocolate would hit your nose as the sweetness of both condiments hit your tastebuds. Bakugou sighed at the feeling. 

Two sets of wet hands would then wrap around Bakugou’s dick, stroking him up and down, the tender skin of his shaft moving along with your hands and smearing the sugary-sweet continents around his shaft. He’d groan and moan at the feeling of your soft little hands on him, his head tilted back against the couch and eyes closed. 

After warming up, you and your friend would each share a turn with your mouths on his cock–sucking, licking, and slurping up the whipped cream, syrup, and precum bubbling at the head. Bakugou would stare at your two pretty mouths slurping up his dick, tongues sensually caressing the head and shaft, through hooded, red slits. 

“You both look so beautiful,” he’d whisper breathlessly, chest heaving rapidly and slowly losing it at seeing you both on your knees, chocolate and cream all over your mouths and lips. 

You smile up at him in thanks before taking his balls coated in whipped cream into his mouth, lightly sucking on each as your friend licked and sucked along the bulbous head of his cock. “You taste so good, baby,” you’d moan through his balls in his mouth. “Even without the chocolate or the cream.” Bakugou’s toes would curl and his moans would be loud, echoing along the bedroom walls. 

You’d later go further and have him in your throat, gagging along the head, dribbling saliva down to his balls that your friend would generously fondle as you deepthroated him. “Doesn’t she look so good, Dynamight?” she’d purr. “Doesn’t your girl look so nice with your cock in her throat?” 

Then it’d be her turn. You’d teach her how to slowly take him into her mouth before gagging on his cock shoved deep down her throat. You’d gently push her head down to take more of him, demanding that Bakugou watch another girl take your cock. “Watch her,” you’d whisper to him. “You think she’s better than me? Does her throat feel good, ‘Suki?” 

Bakugou wouldn’t shut up, too deep in euphoria to silence himself. He’d be losing his shit when your friend finally popped off of his cock with a gasp, her mouth wet and dripping in spit and chocolate. You two would then proceed to kiss with his wet dick sandwiched between your mouths. There would be nothing but the lewd sound of breathless moans and wet slurps as you erotically made out, tongues swirling and soft lips caressing his shaft. 

The erotic sight would be too much for him. “Gonna cum!” he’d warn you in a strained voice. “C-Can’t stop it! Gonna…ah!”

When he finally came, it’d be messy and quick, spurts of cum spilling out of his cock that would splash all over your hands and mouths. He’d sound straight out of a porno, his whimpers and grunts making your toes curl. 

You and your friend would greedily slurp up his cum from your lips and lick it off your hands, giggling at how messy your man is. “Naughty boy,” you’d mockingly scold him. “You made such a mess!” Your hands and lips would be sticky with whipped cream, chocolate, and his cum–a yummy combination. 

“Now you’re gonna have to be punished,” your friend would purr, helping you stand to your feet. Bakugou would stare up at the both of you, helpless and spent. 

You’d then coax him up from the couch and lead him over to the king-sized bed where you’d already have the other half of his birthday surprise laid out for him on the black, satin sheets: strawberry-flavored, warming lube and his favorite glass buttplug would sit there, causing Bakugou’s eyes to widen when he realized what was happening. 

You’d instruct him to lie down, giggling when he immediately gets onto his hands and knees, his plump ass from years of squats and training looking so appetizing. You and your friend would then climb onto the bed and take some time to warm Bakugou up. You’d graze your nails along his muscles; kiss his neck and lips; fondle his overly-sensitive balls.

Then you’d each squirt some lube onto your fingers before gently prepping and probing Bakugou’s tight, puckered hole, both of your pussies growing wet at the high-pitched whines and whimpers that would leave his pretty, pink lips. “Such a good boy,” you’d coo to him. “You’re doing so good for us, ‘Suki.” 

Your friend would reach under to fondle Bakugou’s heavy balls as you slowly, gingerly, inserted the buttplug into Bakugou’s ass, moaning wantonly at his whines and pitiful moans. “God!” he’d shout, his usually raspy, deep voice going up several octaves than usual. 

You and your friend who would take turns pumping the buttplug in and out of his tight hole, paying close attention to his body language when you brush against his prostate. You’d relish the way he’d writhe against the bedsheets, fisting them so hard that his knuckles turn stark white. His back would arch, pushing his ass up further, allowing you to plunge the plug deeper. 

Then you’d switch, giving yourself a break and a chance for your friend to make him moan like a bitch in heat. You’d then wrap your hand around his cock and pump it, your hand slick with lube and Bakugou’s precum, as you press your lips against his ear. “Happy birthday, baby,” you’d whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. 

The second orgasm would be messier than the first. Bakugou would be whining, begging, pleading either one of you for release. “T-Too much!” he’d sob into the mattress. “Please! Please just fuckin’ make me cum!” 

Your friend would giggle giddily at the change in his demeanor, still fucking his asshole with the butt plug. “Alright, ‘Suki,” you’d coo to him. “It is your birthday, after all. So cum for us like a good little boy. You don’t wanna disappoint my friend, do you?” 

As you’d cup his balls and turn your slow strokes into fast pumps, Bakugou wouldn’t be able to take so much stimulation and would cum all over your hand and the sheets below.

“Cumming!” he’d whine, a string of high-pitched moans and whimpers leaving his pillowy-soft, pink lips formed in an O. His pretty face would be screwed in ecstasy, cheeks red and eyes squeezed tight as his second orgasm hit him like a freight train. 

You’d silently encourage your friend to continue to stroke his prostate as you slowed your handjob down, bringing him to the brink of insanity from the overstimulation. “No more!” he’d groan. “Too much! C-Can’t…can’t…!” 

And you’d make him cum again, this one just as strong and as messy. Nut would paint the black sheets white, spurt all over your hand, and drip along his balls that would become sticky from it. Finally, you and your friend would stop, allowing the pro to recover. Seeing him so vulnerable, helpless, and spent would have your bodies beginning to be the vulnerable and helpless ones for a change. 

Bakugou would have the same idea after you fetched him some water and laid his head in your lap while your friend stroked her fingers down his arms and legs. “That was…fuckin’ amazing,” he’d heave, making you both giggle. 

“You did so well for us, baby,” you’d coo into his ear, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so happy you enjoyed your birthday.” 

Bakugou would then sit up, his exhaustion gone and his personality flipping in a wink. He’d give you both a dark, devious, lust-filled stare that would have your hearts pounding and pussies wet, because you’d know what would come next. “It ain’t over yet,” he chuckled. “What, you thought tonight was over? After all, I’ve gotta enjoy my birthday gifts, don’t I?” 

And then, in the blink of an eye, he’d be forcing you and your friend onto your backs, side by side, staring up into his vermillion eyes and mischievous grin. “So,” he’d huff, “you slutty girls wanna play with me, huh? Question is, who do I take first?” 

A nervous smile would curl on your lips and you’d turn to your friend, sharing that same look of anxiousness and excitement. “Guess I’ll just have to take both of you then,” Bakguou would growl. “Teach you both a fuckin’ lesson for playin’ with me.” 

And mind you, the butt plug would still be in his ass during all of this. 

You’d barely of time to process what was happening before Bakugou is tossing your legs over his shoulders and plunging his tongue deep in your pussy while he stroked and petted your friend’s pussy. Her whines and moans would arouse you even more than Bakugou’s skillful mouth, causing you to gush all over his quick tongue that flicked over your clit. “‘S-Suki, please!” you’d beg. “Slow down!” 

But he wouldn’t stop. He’d keep going until he brought the both of you to your first orgasms that you’d share in unison. “Cum for me,” he’d growl into your cunt. “Both of you sluts fuckin’ cum for me!” 

And with a gasp followed by a moan of his name, you would. You’d burst all over the sheets and his mouth as your friend would cum all over his calloused fingers. After that first round, he’d switch. You’d then have his fingers toying with your needy little clit while his mouth was on your friend’s pussy, her legs spread wide for him and mouth open on a moan. 

“Just look at your girl, babe,” he’d sadistically chuckle, staring down at your friend in her fucking world. “You been teaching her, haven’t you? Your slutiness rubbed off on her, didn’t it?” 

His fingers would leave your clit to tweak at your nipple, pinching the hard peak until sparks filled your body. “Y-Yes, daddy,” you’d whine. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to give you a great birthday.” 

Bakugou’s eyes would soften then, touched by your confession. “I know a way to thank you,” he’d growl before proceeding to rub your needy little clit to make you cum again as you tweaked your own nipples.

“Fuck, daddy, yes!” you’d practically scream as your friend moaned his name, cumming all over his mouth, lips, and stubbled chin, her hands in his platinum blonde hair. 

You’d watch as she cums, noticing her body tensing and legs shaking as Bakugou continued to slurp up her cum, sounding and looking like a starving man. His back muscles would ripple as he spread your friend’s thighs open wider, licking her right from the source as she weakly moaned and whimpered, complaining that she was “so sensitive”. You’d be able to tell he was enjoying this, and that made you enjoy it too. 

When he’d finally break away from your friend’s inner thighs, his lips, and chin would be shiny with her and your juices combined. He’d greedily lick his lips and suck his fingers, making your pussy impatiently clench around air despite just cumming. “Let’s say we play some more, hm?” he hums, smiling darkly at you. 

You and your friend, exhausted and spent, would look at each other, slightly terrified. Would you even realize what you’d be getting yourselves into? The answer would be unknown, but the idea of that would make you hotter and desperate for whatever your man had in mind. 

“What’d you have in mind, birthday boy?” you breathlessly asked, weakly sitting up to drag your nails up and down Bakugou’s thighs. Your friend would sit up too, making a move to touch him too, running her hands down his pectorals. 

That question would result in your friend on her stomach with his cock stuffed deep inside of her, her ass bouncing in time with his thrusts. You’d be beside her, Bakugou’s fingers curled inside of your wet pussy, fingerfucking you as he fucked your friend into oblivion. Breathless huffs of “fuck, fuck, fuck” would leave Bakugou’s lips as he drove his cock into your friend, again and again again. 

“Two pretty sluts for the price of one?” he’d huff, a crooked smile that drove you insane on his face. “Lucky me. It really must be my fuckin’ birthday.” 

He’d then grab a fistful of your friend’s hair and wrench her head back, just enough for him to reach her ear. “How’s it feel to be fuckin’ with a pro, huh, baby?” he’d whisper into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Seeing him tease another woman opposite of you would make you clench harder around his fingers. 

“S-so good, daddy!” your friend would moan, planting her face into the mattress. “Right there! Don’t stop!” You’d want to tell your man the same thing, but he didn’t seem like he was letting up any time soon. You’d bounce against the mattress in time with his thrusts, your tits bouncing and your mind going blank. 

“Such a pretty girl you are,” Bakugou would grunt into your friend’s air. “Such a good girl to make me feel so good with your best friend.” His hand would then caress her ass before giving it a spank, making her whimper as the sharp sound of his hand against her asscheek filled the air. 

“She planned this whole thing,” she’d whimper, staring at you with blissed-out tears in her eyes. “She really loves you, Dynamight. You should make her feel good, too.” 

Bakugou would shoot you a lustful yet adoring look as he curled his fingers up into your G-spot, making your toes curl and your voice catch in your throat at the sheer pleasure. “Oh, I plan on it. But first, I’m making you cum all over my dick.” 

And he would: after a few more merciless, precise thrusts, your friend would be creaming all over Bakugou’s cock the way he’d want her to. When he’d pull out, your friend’s cum would be dripping all over his balls and around his cock. “Clean it,” he’d growl to her to which she’d greedily move to slurp up every ounce of her cum off of his dick and balls. He’d reward her with an open-mouthed kiss. 

And then it’d be your turn: you’d be on your back, legs spread wide and pussy on display for him. Before sliding inside, he’d first duck down to pepper your face in kisses and nose nuzzles. “Thank you for tonight,” he’d whisper against your sweaty brow. “You’re the best fuckin’ girlfriend in the fuckin’ world.” 

Then, finally, he’d plunge his dick inside of you and begin to rock his hips into you, making you see stars. Beside you, your friend would lie, legs spread and moans bouncing off the walls as Bakugou plays with her pussy too. He wouldn’t let either one of you have a break. He’d continue to make you cum again and again until you were sobbing for him to stop, broken from the pleasure. 

As he’d rut his hips into you, he’d torture you with his words as his cock abused your pussy oh-so-good. 

“Who owns these fuckin’ pretty pussies?” he’d snarl. “Who’s gonna make you cum for the fourth fuckin’ time tonight?” 

When neither one of you are fast enough with your response, he’d wrap a hand around your throat and smack your friend’s pussy. “Say it! Say my fuckin’ name!” he’d bellow, his rasped voice echoing off of his bedroom walls. 

“You, Katsuki!” you’d sob as he pummeled into you, gasping around his hand encircling your throat. “You’re gonna make your good little sluts cum! Please, please make us cum, Daddy Dynamight!” 

That would make something snap in Bakugou because suddenly, he’d begin pounding into your pussy so quick and so roughly that his thrusts would send your pussy into hyperdrive with how mercilessly he was grazing your G-spot. Your friend would be facing the same treatment as Bakugou would continue to fingerfuck her senseless, his thumb generously rubbing her clit to orgasm. 

“Cum for me,” he’d demand. “Both of you be good girls for me and fuckin’ cum for me right now.” 

And you would. You and your friend would once again cum in unison as you’d explode all over Bakugou’s fingers and cock. You’d cum so much that you’d cream all over the sheets, making a mess of yourself as you clenched around your boyfriend’s cock. “Fuck, you got so tight,” he’d moan appreciatively. “Gonna make me cum too.” 

“Do it, daddy,” you’d beg. “Cum deep inside of me…but don’t forget to leave some for her.” Your friend would be there beside you, on her side and watching with astonishment as Bakugou pummeled into you again and again. You’d be grasping his shoulders for dear life as the bed springs bounced with how rough he was fucking you, still pummeling your G-spot and turning it to mush. 

Finally, with a gasp, Bakugou would reach his peak. “Fuck!” he’d shout before he’d clench you to his body, his fingers digging into your hips, as he’d cum deep, deep inside of you.

He’d fill you to the brim with rope after rope of hot cum, giving you the impression that he’d been needing it. You would weakly moan at the warm feeling flooding your pussy before he slowly pulled out of you, making the cum drip down your ass crack. 

“Still not done,” he’d grunt, pumping his wet cock in your face. He’d nod at your friend, crooking his finger in a “come hither” motion that seemed to drive you insane. 

Though both of you would be exhausted from cumming back to back and having Bakugou put you through the wringer, like two greedy, cum-hungry whores, you’d be sitting on your knees in front of him, hands flat on your thighs and tongues out. Bakugou would pump his semi-hard dick in your faces until he finally had a second mini-orgasm, groaning as spurts of cum were pumped onto your faces and waiting, heated tongues. A delirious giggle would leave your lips as you felt the hot spurts of nut splatter onto your face, tongue, cheeks, and tits. 

“Come here,” Bakugou would growl. “Both of you. Gimme those lips.” 

He’d lean down to kiss you both, leading to a three-way kiss as his tongue swirled with both of yours. He’d moan appreciatively at the taste of his cum on your mouths, earning soft, breathy moans from you in response. It’d be one of the hottest kisses you’d ever had in your life. 

Finally, after recovering from his orgasms, Bakugou would fetch you both some lavender-scented baby wipes which you’d gratefully use on your skin to wipe his cum off of your skin. Then he’d lie back against the pillows, abs, and flaccid cock on display for the both of you. He’d open his arms out, a crooked smile on his face. “What the fuck are you just sittin’ here for?” he’d ask. “Can’t end tonight without a three-way cuddle. Come here, girls.” 

Though suddenly feeling shy despite just having a fucking threesome, you’d crawl to your boyfriend and curl up on one side while your friend would take the other. Bakugou would sigh contently as he’d lie sandwiched between you, your tits pushing into his sides. “That was fuckin’ amazing,” he’d laugh. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life!” 

You and your friend would giggle in the quiet of your and Bakugou’s master bedroom. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you’d sigh, giddy with happiness at your plan being a success. “I certainly did.” 

“Me too,” your friend would reply, suddenly appearing shy as she traced shapes over Bakugou’s chest. 

“You know…if you’d ever want to do this again, I could definitely make a date for your next birthday, Dynamight.” 

You and Bakugou would share a look, shocked at her suggestion, but also extremely turned on. You’d share a smile before he’d turn to her, gripping her closer by her waist. “Call me Katsuki,” he’d purr to her. “And who said we had to wait till my next birthday?” 

“We have about two hours until midnight,” you said, looking at the clock. “Technically, your birthday isn’t done yet, ‘Suki.” 

At your words, you’d feel Bakugou’s cock suddenly lurch back to life against your thigh, hardening at the base. He’d smirk at you both, causing a pool of heat to make its way back into your aching pussy.

“Round two, ladies?” he’d ask, taking a handful of each of your asses and squeezing them. “After someone gets this fuckin’ plug outta my ass.” 

You and your friend would bust out in laughter, realizing that yes, that butt plug was still deep in Bakugou’s ass. “And after that, we can finally enjoy that birthday cake,” you cooed as you coaxed Bakugou onto his knees, moving to get some body oil to slick up your fingers. 

“I’m kinda in the mood for some other birthday cake,” he’d growl before giving your ass a smack, once again making your pussy clench impatiently for more. 

Hours later, you three wouldn’t be sleeping until dawn. 

A birthday surprise (and threesome) gone right, indeed.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 14

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 14

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: None.

A/N: None.

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Word count: 2596

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“Hey guys!” Annie said when she saw her friends in the screen of her laptop. “How is Mexico Mark?”

“Amazing! It would be better if you were here.”

“You’re such a liar!” Sharon said “You don’t miss us, I’m sure Steve is keeping busy,” She wiggled her eyebrows

“Oh, he is! Trust me! Keeping me full all night.”

“Alright, I love you, but I really don’t wanna know about your sex life.” Annie said and everyone laughed.

“Talking about sex life, how are things with Andy?” Mark asked.

“There is nothing going on with him.”

“Liar! Tell us everything.” Sharon said.

“There is nothing to tell you guys. I mean, yes we live together, but you know nothing has ever happened. We have seen each other in our underwear and…”

“Wow! What??? When did that happened and why didn’t we know about it?!” Sharon commented.

“The day after I moved, he forgot I was here and he showed up in the kitchen only in his boxers.”

“Please tell me he looks as yummy as I think he does without clothes on.” Mark said.

“He does” Annie giggled “and, he has tattoos on his chest.” There was a pause “Oh! And he saw one of my thongs!”

“Alright!” Sharon said, “Next time you should inform us of all of that, is not very friend of you to hide those things!”

“Ok, ok. There have been a couple of times that I’ve thought he would kissed me, but then he doesn’t, or when we watch TV he takes my hand, I’ve noticed he looks at me and then he looks away, nothing too serious.”

“Oh darling, it is serious. Maybe he is just shy.” Sharon said.

“Shy? Come on! Is very obvious he likes it rough in the bedroom!” Mark interfered “Perhaps he doesn’t know what to do, maybe he wants to give you some space due to what happen to you. Give him a push, if you really think he wants to kiss you then kiss him! You have nothing to lose.”

“Ammm yeah! If something goes wrong I can lose my job.”

“But if everything goes right, you’ll gain a hot successful daddy.” Sharon said.

“Why is everyone so interested in my love life? No one is asking Sharon if she is dating someone!”

“Ok, first of all, cuz we actually think Andy likes you and you deserve to be happy after what happened with Daniel and second, if you must know, I met someone on Tinder…”

“You should be careful with that.” Annie said.

“Yes, mom.” Sharon answered sarcastically. “As I was saying, he seems nice, we haven’t go out yet, but we plan to do it.”

“I agree with Annie, you should be careful. I have to go now. Keep me posted on what happens with you two. Love you.” Mark disconnected from the call.

“He seems happy.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he is happy.”

“So how is Andy?”

“Are we going on with that?”

“No, no. I ask because of the case he is working on, I saw him on TV.”

It was a Thursday and it’s been three weeks now since Annie moved in with the Barbers. Andy was loaded with work, a murder case under his wing. The media was covering the whole thing, everyone in Massachusetts knew who Andy Barber was now, the promising young ADA who was trying to put “The death angel”, as the media named him, behind bars.

“He is tired. He doesn’t say it but I notice, he hasn’t eat or sleep well in days. His birthday was last week and we couldn’t even celebrate it, we bought him a cake and sang happy birthday to him, but that was pretty much it, it was very sad to be honest.”

“Poor Andy, and how is Jake?”

“He is good, he is now next door playing with the neighbor. Andy hides what he is working on at the moment, which is good. Neither Jake nor I are allowed to go into his office, and trust me right at this moment I really don’t want to see what he has there.”

“I believe you. In another topic, I was thinking maybe we should go out tomorrow night, girl’s night, nothing too crazy, how about dinner?”

“Sure! I’ll see you at 6 at your place.”

“Perfect! See you tomorrow.”

Annie closed her laptop and went to the living room, turned the TV on and sat down. The news were on, showing the affected families with Andy behind them. Everyone were fighting over to have an interview with him, he had won the case. A life sentence for the man who murder those 5 poor young girls. Annie kept looking at him answering every question asked by the reporters, he looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes, his hallow cheeks, he was in a poorly state. She turned the TV off and went to the kitchen to start making lunch.

It probably had passed half an hour, Annie was making a turkey sandwich for lunch, when her phone went off, an unknown number in the screen, but she picked up anyways.

“Hello?”

“Hello gorgeous, how are you?” A man with, what she assumed, was his sexy voice answered on the other side.

“I’m good, who is this?”

“Oh! You don’t remember me! That’s bad cuz I certainly remember you.”

“Look if you have nothing better to do, bother somebody else with this type of calls ok?” Annie heard how the man struggle with someone else on the other side of the phone.

“That’s mine! Gimme my phone back!” the man yelled.

“Hey! Is this Annie?” another manly voice sounded.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Forgive my partner, he actually thinks is funny and sexy, I’m Anthony, Andy’s friend.”

“Oh! His poker friends! You’re detective Mackie right?”

“Yes, ma’am, look we were wondering if you are busy, we need you to come and pick Andy to the courthouse.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Ammm well, he is kind of catatonic, he is just in his office staring at a blank point in the wall and he is not talking.”

“I’m on my way.”

Annie grabbed her wallet and the car keys, she went to the neighbor’s house to tell Mrs. López she will be out for a while. She drove all the way to the courthouse, the police at the entrance asked her why she was there, made her go through a metal detector, gave her a pass and let her through and told her which way to go to find Andy’s office. She walked all the way there, until she saw the familiar face of a woman.

“Hi! I know you, I’m…”

“Andy’s “wife”. Stacy answered dryly, and the air quotes made Annie lift her eyebrow “What you want?”

“I’m here to pick him up.”

“Weird, he never said you were coming, and as far as I know he said he didn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Listen,” Annie said with no patience, “I am his wife, and I have every right to be here and go to his office!”

“No, you’re not.” Stacy answered back.

“Hey! You made it.” Anthony and Seb approach to Annie. “Come with us”.

“You can’t go in there!” Anthony, Seb and Annie ignored her “I don’t care if she is his wife or not, you can’t do that.”

Anthony and Seb looked at each other, and turned to Annie.

“What is she talking about?” Seb asked.

“Ammm long story short, one day that girl was flirting with Andy and he told her I was his wife to get her off his back.”

“Can’t blame him, she is quite noisy and annoying.”

Andy’s office was closed, the drapes were closed as well. They knock and receive no answer. Annie opened the door slowly, Andy was sitting on his chair, head down, and tie loose around his neck, his jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Neither of them dare to move, and then Seb pushed Annie inside.

“Hey!”

“Go on, we have tried everything.” Anthony said.

“Well, not everything. You didn’t want to use my plan of throwing water at him.” Seb interfered.

Annie kept looking at them, she could tell that Seb was the child of the pair. Annie turned and walked towards Andy who was still in the same spot. She kneeled next to his chair, her hand went to touch his cheek to make him look at her.

“Andy?” no answer “Baby…” Andy groaned when he listened the loving word. “Hey! Look at me.” Andy lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. His eyes were red and glossy, Annie had never seen him like this.

“I won.” Andy’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I know, I saw. I’m so proud of you!”

“Everyone is saying that.”

“But I mean it” She giggled “Come on, let’s get you home, so you can rest.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here. Can you stand?” Andy nodded and did as he was told, Annie hold him by the waist as Andy put her arm around her shoulders. Anthony and Seb walked in to take Andy’s things and followed them out of the office to Annie’s car.

“Thank you for coming.” Anthony said while helping Andy to get in the car.

“Thank you for calling. He needs to sleep, he worked so hard on this.”

They said good bye and Annie drove back home. They walked to the door, Annie helped him with his stuff, and opened the door for him.

“Come on, big guy. You need a shower, food and rest.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“We’ll start with the shower then. Let’s go.”

Once in the room, Annie turned the shower on, the steam of the hot water filling the bathroom. She then came back to help Andy with his clothes until he was only in his boxers.

“Can you go from here?” Andy nodded at her question “Good, be right back. I’m making you a sandwich.”

Andy walked into the bathroom, took off his underwear and stepped in the shower. The hot water relaxing his muscles, the pressure he had been feeling for the past weeks was vanishing right at this moment. He took a deep breath, and started to wash his hair and body. After 15 minutes he came out, the bed looked incredible comfortable, or so he thought. He put a white shirt and some sweats, dried his hair as much as he could and went under the covers. His eyes felt heavy, the mattress felt like a marshmallow and his duvet was soft like a cloud. Annie walked in carrying a tray with two plates and two glasses with orange juice, Andy was dozing off with his back against the head board.

“Andy?” He opened his eyes, a sleepy smile on his lips “I brought you something to eat.”

“’M tired” He yawned “Later.”

“Ok” she smiled and put the tray on the vanity “Lay down. Jake is with the neighbors, he won’t wake you up.” she gave him a small kiss on his forehead. “I see you when you wake up.”

“Lay down with me, please.” At this point Andy was half asleep. Annie nodded, took off her shoes, and laid under the cover next to him. Her hand caressed his face and that’s all it took for Andy to fall in a deep sleep. No longer after Annie fell asleep too.

When Andy opened his yes, he was on his back, looking at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how long he slept, but he felt better than before, rested at least. A warm feeling on his chest made him looked down, Annie’s hand was resting there, her hair all over the pillow; he took her hand and turned to see her. She looked so at peace, her eyelids were moving.

“What are you dreaming of?” Andy whispered and Annie mumbled in her sleep which cause Andy to giggle, making Annie to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open to find Andy staring at her.

“You talk in your sleep.” Andy said “it’s cute.” Annie groaned and covered her face “Is true, it is cute.”

“Did you rest?” Annie said moving her hands out of her face.

“Yes, thank you for picking me up. I just couldn’t drive.”

“Care to tell me what was going on in that head of yours?” Andy sighed.

“I think it was everything. The case, the evidence, the families, they counted on me, and for a moment while I was speaking to the jury I thought I’d lost. And all I could think of was what was I going to say to the parents of those girls.”

“But you did everything you could, and you succeeded! I saw how much time and effort you put into this, the sleepless nights…”

“You notice I wasn’t sleeping?”

“Your footsteps are heavy when you are tired, so you made noise walking down the stairs every night. I sneaked behind you a few times” She confessed “I saw you looking at the pictures you had in your office. Were they bad?”

“They were pictures of the murder scenes. So yes, they were bad. Every time I went to bed I kept seen those poor innocent girls, one of them looked so much like you. And just the thought of anyone hurting you, I just can’t…” his voice broke and his eyes filled with tears.

“Shhhh, I’m right here. Not going anywhere. Not any time soon at least.” Her hand went to the nape of his head caressing him gently.

“Did you mean what you said in my office? Are you proud of me?”

Annie smiled and gave him a peck on the lips; Andy was shook until a wide smile was on his face.

“Of course is true! I like you Andy. And I’m not saying it because you’re my boss. Actually I shouldn’t be saying it because of the same reason, but I do. I don’t know if you like me back, Jake says you do, god I’m trusting in what a 3 year old says and…”

Andy crashed his lips against her to shush her down, they smiled to each other and then kissed again, this time slower. Their lips touched each other, gently first, taking the time to explore every part of their lips and their mouths. Their tongues massaging one another and then they stopped. Andy took a deep breath.

“So you like me, like me?” Annie said all fluster after the kiss they shared.

“Yes!” Andy Laughed “I like you, like you.”

“Good, cuz I like you.”

“You already said that, but is good to know is true.”

“So,” Annie said touching his nose with hers “What now?”

“Wanna go out on a date with me?” Annie nodded eagerly at the question, and Andy kissed her back.

“Are you gonna be kissing me from now on?”

“Every fucking time I have the chance.” Annie Laughed “So, how about tomorrow?”

“Shit! I can’t, I promise Sharon we will have a girls’ night. But I’m free on Saturday, I just have to let my boss know I’m gonna be out for the night.”

“I’m sure he’ll say there won’t be a problem.”

Andy leaned in to kiss her again and then his stomach growled, making Annie laughed. She stood up and brought the tray to bed.

“I was planning to have lunch with you earlier. I can chance the juice for a beer.”

“This is fine.” Andy took his sandwich “Thank you, honey.” He kissed her cheek and bit his sandwich.

[amor-immortalem]

A Change in Routine

Word Count: 5.4k +

Repost from yesterday cuz my dumbass queued it for the wrong day!

A/N: Allergies were kicking my ass last year, so I didn’t have much energy to finish this up before Mammon’s (and Mahlon’s) birthday hit. I’ve had a whole year to work on this instead, so we’ll see if it’s still any good.

“What do you mean he won’t be home for our birthday?!”

“Honey, your father has a lot of souls to judge.” Arella frowns at the look on her youngest’s face. She always hated it when any of the kids were let down. “He’s trying his best to be done with his work by the weekend but unfortunately, sometimes these things happen. I know it’s disappointing because you two always celebrate your birthdays together, but there’s always next year, right?”

The boy only looks away from his mother frowning. “Yeah, I guess…” and then he runs off to sulk.

“He’ll be fine.” the human tells herself, “Learning how to accept changes will be good for him.”

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As the week goes on, Mahlon seems to get more upset over Mammon not being home on their birthday. He doesn’t do any schoolwork- not that grade one offers that much schoolwork to begin with. Even if it did, the little one was too distracted wracking his brain over why his father was really missing their birthday. It had to be something he did.

“Maaaahloonnn, are you even listening to me?” Oliver complains as he waves his hand in front of his cousin’s face. “Helloooo, are you in there?”

The pair were waiting for their mothers after school let out that Friday as both Azalea and Cyrus had been stuck in detention, Henry had cut school to stay home and play video games all day, Melissa and Solaris were at cram school and Aurelius had a photoshoot at Majolish right after R.A.D had gotten out for the day.

“No… I wasn’t. Sorry…” the apology was half-hearted at best. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the older half-demon sighs as he takes a seat next to the freckled boy. “You’ve been like this all week- I thought you would be super excited considering your birthday is the day after tomorrow…”

“Daddy won't be home for it this year so what’s the point in being excited?”

“You’re sad about it? I thought you’d like having a party all to yourself this year…”

“I like sharing my birthday with Daddy. That’s the only good thing that makes me special from my brothers and sister… you wouldn’t get it. You’re Aunt Paisley and Uncle Belphie’s only kid so things are different for you, but I have to compete for my parents’ attention with the others…”

Oliver only shrugs as Paisley and Arella arrive.

“Hey, boys.” Paisley smiles as Oliver runs up and all but leaps into their arms. “Did you have a good day?”

“My day was good! I didn’t fall asleep at all during class!” the blue and white-haired boy smiles, “I missed you lots and lots though!”

“Awww, I missed you to, baby.”

“And what about your day, Mahlon?” Arella asks, “Did you have a fun time?”

Mahlon only shrugs, he won’t tell her about all the teasing and bullying that went on throughout the day.. “It was okay, I guess… not a whole lot happened so I guess it was kinda boring…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Arella kneels down, “I know you’ve been kind of down in the dumps this past week so how about we go get some ice cream to make up for the day, hm?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up at the mention of sweet treat. “Can we go too, Mommy? Please, please, pleeeeease?”

“I don’t really want ice cream,” the black-haired boy says softly. “Sunday, I’m gonna have cake. That’s way too much sweets for one weekend. I just wanna go home…”

Arella and Paisley share a worried look. Mahlon loves ice cream- it’s his most preferred treat when his mood is off and to hear the boy turn down such an offer is surprising.

“He’s really taking the whole news about Mammon being away for his birthday pretty rough, isn’t he?”

“Unfortunately…” Arella sighs before turning her attention back to Mahlon. “Alright well, if you change your mind later, we can always go then.” She offers her hand to him which he takes. “We’ll see you all on Sunday. Have a good night, Paisley. Please remind Belphegor we have that meeting on Monday at 8 am and unless he is actively judging souls in Hell, he needs to be there, awake and alert.

“Alright.” They smile, “Also when is your next trip to the human world going to be? I’d like to go visit my sister and see the sun.”

“Next week, I think… I’ll let you know once I check my calendar.”

After that, the two humans part ways, their children in tow.

・・・〆・・・

Once Arella and Mahlon get home, the boy goes straight to his room. He doesn’t even greet Azalea as she sits in the middle of the living room floor attempting to beat the final boss of a new RPG Levi had lent her. Something not unnoticed by the 20-year-old.

“What’s his deal?” she asks as Arella takes a seat on the couch behind her.

“He’s upset that your father won’t be home for his birthday.” The human frowns. “You know how he likes these types of things to be the same every year and the fact that it’s different this year has been affecting him all week.”

“Oh, he’s so dramatic- it's one birthday.” Azalea rolls her eye, “The kid’s gonna have a billion more to celebrate with Dad, one year won’t hurt nothin’. ‘N besides, Cyrus isn’t doing so hot in his training which is causing all sorts of back-ups for Dad- and I’m out here putting in all this hard work behind the scenes so Cyrus can know what he’s doin’, and yet, it’s being wasted.” She feigns a disappointed sigh, “You can tell he ain’t got the spine for the job... so annoying but what can I do?”

“Well, I appreciate what you’re doing to help your brother- and I’m sure your father does as well even if he doesn’t quite realize it yet.” Arella smiles. “Changing subjects, you had an eye-doctor appointment today- how did that go?”

“Shitty.” the freckled girl replies, “Turns out I can’t see for shit out of my remaining eye. I’m gonna need glasses or a monocle or some shit like that. Hey, do ya think if I got a glass eye to replace the one I’m missin’ that that would be weird?”

“No,” Is all Arella responds with at first, “I think it would make for some interesting pranks with demons who don’t know you very well though.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?” A mischievous grin paints itself on her features, “Thanks for the idea, Mum.”

“Any time, my dear.”

・・・〆・・・

“So, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to make it home in time for Sunday?” the human chews on her bottom lip as she washes the dishes from dinner.

“No.” Is Mammon’s response, “I ain’t even gotten through a small fraction of the souls I had to go chase down after Cyrus summoned ‘em but couldn’t judge ‘em fast enough. There has to be a good 5000 left. Probably another 1000 still out runnin’ around the fourth layer too. Some even escaped back up to the human world- Thirteen told me she’d round them all up and haul ‘em back here for me but the whole situation is just a mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs.

“This ain’t what I wanna be doing on mine and Mahlon’s birthday of all days. I’d like to be home with y’all, but it just isn’t meant to be this year, I guess.”

“Yeah, Mahlon’s taking it especially hard. I don’t know what it is about your guys’ birthday, but he just refuses to compromise on it. He didn’t even seem too keen on a party because it’s not something we usually do for you two.”

“It’s cuz ya spoil him too much, Babe.” The demon teases, “Every time he even looks like he’s gonna have one of his meltdowns, you cave.”

“And you don’t?” She asks worriedly, “You’ve seen what he does to himself when he gets that upset- the biting, the hitting, the head-banging, the scratching-”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it all. But I don’t let it happen either. I lock the kid down ‘n hold on until he’s done and had a chance to calm down some. It ain’t all that difficult to keep him safe and not let him have his way at the same time.”

“Easy for you to say,” Arella sighs, “I don’t have the physical strength necessary to hold him down like that and with how hard he bangs his head, he might actually break my ribs if he decides to bang his head against my chest, so my only option is to give in to his demands.”

“And that’s why ya have the hardest time setting limits with him, ‘Rella. Get one of his siblings to hold him down- ‘Relius and Cyrus both know how, and Azalea’s seen me do it enough times that she’s got the gist of it too. Anyway, I have to go before I lose these souls that I just managed to bring back. I love you, and I’ll see you... hopefully sometime next week?”

“I love you too. Come back soon.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the demon’s been lying to her this entire time. He’d managed to catch up on this disaster his son had made earlier in the week and now didn’t have nearly as much work left as he’d told her- maybe just a single night’s worth of work left. All this lying was meant to just be a big surprise for his youngest.

As the pair hang up, Arella can hear some kind of commotion going on upstairs. She runs to go check it out. To her surprise, she sees Mahlon being held down by his sister as he just wails and struggles and screams.

“Hey, hey, it ain’t the end of the world, kid. It’s just one day. It’s not worth hurtin’ yourself over.” Her words end up breaking with each backswing of the six-year-old's head against her chest before she shifted her hands to grasp both of his wrists in one and the other’s placed against Mahlon’s forehead so he couldn’t headbang anymore. Azalea even has her legs placed over his to keep Mahlon’s legs from kicking violently. “It’s okay for things to be a little bit different.”

“NO, IT’S NOT!” The black-haired boy shrieks at the top of his lungs as he coughs in between sobs. He starts squirming to get out of his sister’s grasp, but she’s got him locked down. “I WANT DADDY!”

“Well, Daddy ain’t here and carryin’ on this way ain’t gonna make him magically appear either.” Azalea’s tone is stern as she looks over at their mother. “Look, Mum’s here. You’re scaring her by acting like this. I can let you go but we need to have a calm body first.”

“NO!” Again, the six-year-old wriggles and squirms. “I WANT DADDY! I WANT DADDY HOME WITH US FOR OUR BIRTHDAY!”

“Mahlon, honey, this is quite enough.” Arella is kneeling down in front of her youngest. “I know this is a big change for you, but we can’t help that your father won’t be here. Nothing can stay the same forever. Everything always changes even if it’s just a little bit.”

“B-but I don’t wa-nt it to!” The little half-demon's voice hiccups as he starts to calm down. He’s still heaving breaths as he sniffles.

“I know, Baby.” the human smiles sadly as she wipes the remaining tears away, “But as time goes on, that’s just what happens. There’s no reasoning to it.”

As the child finally de-escalates, Azalea let’s him go. Arella can’t help but try to cover up the wince her face takes at the sight of his little arms all scratched and bitten up. All the wounds were superficial, thankfully, but they still look painful.

“My head hurts...” is all Mahlon mumbles as he leans against his mother.

“Well, yeah, I bet.” Azalea grumbles as she rubs the spot on her chest that he’d been all but bashing his head against. “You’ll feel better in a bit once you calm down a bit more.”

“I can give you something for the pain,” Arella says as she wraps the six-year-old up in her arms. “Azalea, do you want anything for your chest? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She’s scrolling through her fabsnap when she comes across a shipping video between her, the poster, and her twin. “Grooooossss, why’re people even inta real-person-fiction? It’s kinda depressing to be honest.”

Arella merely shrugs. “Comes with the price of coming from a family as well-known as ours. Just block them and move on.”

“Those are the types of people who didn’t get bullied enough as kids and it shows.” The 20-year-old chuckles. “Like we’d even be into sharing partners with each other anyway.”

“Azalea. Just ignore it if you’re uncomfortable with it. The longer you watch and engage with it, the more frequently that type of content will appear on your feed.”

“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a project I still need to finish before the party on Sunday.” She’s off before either Mahlon or Arella can ask what she was working on.

・・・〆・・・

It’s rather early in the morning- just before the crack of dawn- when Mammon sneaks into the house. This was supposed to be a surprise, not only for his youngest, but for his wife as well who was none the wiser about what was really going on. He finds her in the kitchen, brewing her usual morning cup of tea.

Quietly, he inches closer and closer until...

“Gotcha!” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist.

Arella reacts immediately, head flying back and hitting the demon square in the mouth. The white-haired male recoils letting out a pained groan as he stumbles back.

“Mammon!?” Arella’s surprised as she gets a better look at him in the dim kitchen light. “Oh, Love, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Totally,” He’s still covering his mouth as he leans against the counter. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, the human only grabs an ice pack from the freezer. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? Let me see your mouth.”

“Hundreds,” Mammon does as he’s asked, revealing the freshly busted lip he received from this exchange. “I thought it would go better than this...”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not the case.” She sighs as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands it to her husband. “You could have told me you were coming home early, you know?”

“And have you ruin the surprise for Mahlon? Nah. Speaking of, is he still in bed? I thought he woulda been up by now even with it being a rough night for y’all.”

“So, you heard about that? You can thank your daughter for stepping in to help.”

“She did? I’m surprised.”

“Yes, she did. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, he’s still sleeping- well more like he just fell asleep not too long ago. There was a lot of self-injurious behavior, so Azalea’s been sitting with him the past couple of hours. You can be the one to wake him up later.”

“Yeah sure, but for right now…” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist as he leans in for a kiss, “since we’re the only ones up ‘n all, I figured we could-”

“No.” The human chuckles softly as she dabs at his lip with a paper towel. “After I have my tea, I promised Azalea I would finish wrapping the present she made for Mahlon and after that I’m starting on the culinary prep work for today’s party and then breakfast. Buuuut if you’re a good boy today, then I promise we’ll have time for that later once the kids all go to bed.”

“Fiiiiine,” The demon purses his lips in a pout at the rejection. “Can I at least get one kiss? It is my birthday after all.”

Arella leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t trick me that easily, Mammon. We’ve been together long enough that I know one kiss isn’t just one kiss with you. Now, run along and go get some rest. You’ll need it if I’m going to have my fun with you tonight.” She gives her husband a pat to the cheek as she turns back to the kettle that was now whistling.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and help.”

・・・〆・・・

At about 11:30, after a whole seven and a half hours of assisting his wife, Mammon decides it’s time to wake Mahlon for the day.

As he ascends the steps up to the second level, who should he run into but his daughter. She was just coming out of her youngest brother’s room when Mammon calls out to her.

“Thanks for helping your ma out last night, Zay.”

“Hmm? Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The half-demon yawns. “Cyrus and Aurelius seemed pretty fit to be tied with the kid last night, so I just dealt with it. Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it- anyway, it’s just nice to know I can count on ya to step up when we need it.”

With nothing more said between the two, Azalea stalks off back to her room and Mammon continues of his mission to wake up Mahlon.

As he enters the child’s room, he knelt down beside his son’s bed.

“Mahlon, time to wake up, Buddy.”

The little half-demon grumbles as he rolls away.

“Mahlon,” the demon tries once more, “Mommy made breakfast for you. Its gonna get cold.”

“Noooo,” this time there’s an audible response as Mahlon pulls his pillow over his head. “Want Daddy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m the one wakin’ ya up then.” Mammon’s voice is a little louder, a little clearer than the gentle tone he’d just been using.

It takes the boy a little longer to process what he’s just heard than usual, but when it clicks, Mahlon sits up frantically with wide multicolored eyes.

“Surprise!”

“Daddy!”

The seven-year-old leaps forward, nearly knocking his father to the ground as he wraps his arms around the demon’s neck in a tight hug. Mammon’s able to catch himself before he manages to topple over though.

“You said you weren’t gonna be home in time.” Mahlon’s voice comes out muffled.

“Thought I wasn’t for a minute there,” Mammon sighs as he stands up and heads downstairs, “but I worked extra hard so I could be home in time to celebrate with you.” He sets the boy down as they reach the kitchen.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Arella smiles as she sets Mahlon’s plate at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm. I slept really good. I’m still kinda sleep.”

“Didn’t know being an obnoxious little brat could be so exhausting,” another voice grumbles under their breath from the table.

“Aurelius, enough.” The human replies sternly. “Finish up your breakfast so you’re not late for your photoshoot.”

“Don’t got one anymore after a certain someone decided to bite me so hard his fangs broke skin,” his green eyes send an annoyed glare towards his younger brother who misses the malice behind it completely.

“Don’t have your arm near my mouth then.” Mahlon shoots back as he sticks his tongue out.

“Don’t be so out of hand that I have to restrain you!” He stands suddenly and Arella puts a barrier up between the two of them to keep anyone from getting hurt.

“No thanks, boys. We’re not doing this right now. Both of you need to finish your breakfast and then you can go your separate ways until the party.”

“And when you’re done, Aurelius,” Mammon pops his head in through the kitchen serving hatch, “come see me in Mom’s office. I wanna talk to ya about something.”

Mahlon just gives his older brother a smug look when neither of their parents are looking, thinking he’d won their little exchange, to which Aurelius just rolls his eyes and shovels what remained of his breakfast into his mouth.

・・・〆・・・

“So, you wanted to see me?” Aurelius asks as he closes the door to the office. He’s surprised to see his older siblings sitting in the chairs in front of the desk. “Well at least I know I’m not in trouble if the two of you are here as well.”

“Ya weren’t in trouble to begin with, kid.” The demon has to suppress a soft chuckle, “Pop a squat, it’ll only be a couple minutes for you. Your brother and sister however- well I got more than just a couple of minutes worth of lecture for them.”

Once Aurelius has taken a seat next to his sister, all three of them wait patiently.

“I want y’all to stop helping with your brother.” Mammon starts after a long pause. None of them can believe what they just heard.

“Come again?” Azalea is the first to speak. “Did you say ‘stop’ helping?”

“I did.” The demon nods as he looks over some files on the computer. “Mahlon’s seven now so he won’t need as much constant supervision like he did when he was really little. Not to mention, I’m leaving modeling altogether after my next photoshoot so I’ll be able to home all the time now.”

Aurelius’s eyes widen at hearing the news.

“So no more babysitting after that?” The youngest of the three asks. “And what about your throne in Hell? Are you abdicating that as well?” This was great news.

“Nah, I’m still gonna hold onto that for a while. With that whole mess that your brother and sister made for me to clean up down there, it proves to me to Cyrus definitely isn’t ready to take over just yet.”

Cyrus only looks away out of embarrassment and mumbles a small ‘sorry’.

“That’s all I really wanted to talk with you about, Aurelius. You’re free to go. Majolish will probly be calling ya by the end of this week to see if you’re interested in filling my spot so be on the look out for that.”

“Right,” the half-demon gets up and heads out, a new spring in his step as he can hear his father lay into his siblings about summoning all the souls that had escaped the throne room in hell. “Well sucks to be them I guess.”

・・・〆・・・

With the party in full swing, Mammon and Mahlon both find it difficult not to let themselves have a good time. While the adults and the older kids were all occupied by hearing embarrassing stories about Mammon’s past, much to the demon’s chagrin, Mahlon and the cousins he was closest in age to just ended up snooping around his gifts- well more like just Mahlon and Oliver. Hakan was trying to help himself to a tenth helping of chips and a taco dip that Isabella had brought.

“What’re you even trying to do, Mahlon? The ginger-haired half-demon asks as he enjoys the newly acquired dip on his plate. “Usually, when people snoop around their gifts, there’s a lot of shaking of the boxes. They don’t just stare at them.”

“I was trying to see if my powers had come in yet or if I had any magic like Mommy yet…” he sighs, “but I guess the doctor wasn’t lying when they said I’d never get either…”

“You don’t need any of that though,” Oliver smiles. “I like you just the way you are.”

Mahlon doesn’t say anything in response. As the adults announce its time to cut the cake, the black-haired half-demon takes off.

・・・〆・・・

Mahlon hides out in the backyard behind a tree as he tries to stifle his tears. How could his cousin say that? ‘I like you just the way you are,’ what a joke. They’re family. He has to like him even if it’s only just a little bit. What Mahlon really wants is for his peers to like him.

As the boy wipes at his eyes, he feels someone take a seat next to him.

“Was the party too much for ya, buddy?” Mammon’s voice is soft, worrying that any louder might push the child into an overstimulation meltdown. When the seven-year-old only shakes his head, the demon lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Do ya know what’s got ya so upset?” A nod this time. “Did it have something to do with whatever Oliver said to you?”

“Kinda… he’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mammon smiles as he ruffles Mahlon’s already messy curly hair. “We were all just really confused when you took off like that. Ya wanna tell me what the deals is?”

“It’s dumb…” the freckled half-demon admits. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I really won’t. You could tell me the dumbest thing in the world ‘n I still wouldn’t laugh at ya.”

“… it’s ‘cause I don’t have any powers or magic yet. The other kids at school tease me, call me a freak and it hurts my feelings.”

“Oh, Mahlon… I’m sorry, buddy. I know that’s gotta be really tough to go through, especially when you look at your siblings and cousins and see them with theirs…” Mammon wraps an arm around the little one and pulls him into tight side hug.

“They say th-there’s s-something wrong with me. That I-I’m-m broken and-and-”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. Just take a couple deep breaths, alright?” He brushes away Mahlon’s tears and holds him tight even as the green-to-blue-to-gold-eyed boy starts to thump the side of his head against Mammon’s chest. “No, we’re not doin’ any of that right now, lil’ man.”

They sit in silence for a few moments until the worst of it passes before the demon speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter what those kids say to you Mahlon, ‘cause they don’t know nothin’. I know what they said to you hurts but you ain’t broken. You’re just built different and that’s what makes you so special. When you grow up, there’re gonna be opportunities that only you will have because you don’t have any demonic powers or magic.”

“Like what?” His multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Well, for starter:” Mammon smiles, “you are the only one out of you and your siblings that will be able to have the choice to live in the human world if that’s what you want. No magic or powers means you won’t be so easily clocked as anything other than just a normal human.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” He smiles. “‘N besides, why would ya ever wanna be just like everyone else when you can be one-of-a-kind? The teasing and bullyin’ll be short-lived but one day, you’re gonna meet people that will like you for you, not what you can do. Trust me on it.”

Slowly, Mahlon nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mammon stands, with a slight bounce, making Mahlon laugh as he grabs on tighter to his father, “now, let’s back to the party. There’s a big ol’ piece of cake with your name on it, literally.”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. After it seemed all the presents were opened, their family began to take their leave. That’s when Azalea pulls her youngest brother aside for a moment.

“Here,” she produces one last gift from behind her back and handed it to Mahlon.

The box is pretty as the black-haired boy inspects it. He begins to open it slowly, pulling the lid off and peaking inside.

He looks up at her with surprise before reaching in to pull the gift from its container.

“A Blue Jay!” He smiles wide as he hugs the stuffed toy tightly and is delighted to find the toy lets off the calls of the bird it's made after. “Thank you!” He wraps his arms around her in hug. “I love him.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries, squirt. Just make sure you take care of it. I’m not makin’ ya another one if ya lose it or it gets broken somehow.” Azalea manages to extricate herself from the hug before walking past her brother. “If y’re up for one more surprise, follow me out to the Aviary, yeah?”

And that piques Mahlon’s curiosity as he follows his sister’s lead. When the pair arrive, they’re greeted by Mammon’s crows all huddled around their master as he fiddles around with the doors of the incubator he has for eggs some of his younger crows won't care for.

“I got him, Dad.”

“Thanks, Mahlon, c’mere. I wanna show you something.” Mammon picks up something out of the incubator and kneels down to his son’s height.

The young boy can only watch in awe as a fledgling jay pokes her head out of his hands to look around at her surroundings. When the bird sees Mahlon, she chirps happily.

“Wanna hold her? She’s yours.” The demon asks as Mahlon nods furiously.

“Where did she come from?” He asks, “We don’t have blue jays down here.”

“A cat brought her down here to make a meal out of her- if you look really closely, you’ll see her wings still kinda messed up so she can’t fly all that well yet.” He explains, “in a few weeks she’ll be good as new but you’re gonna help me take care of her til that happens.”

“Okay,”

“So, what’s ‘er name?” Azalea asks, one of her own familiars swooping down and landing on her shoulder and dropping a pretty rock into her left palm.

“Doesn’t she have one already?” Mahlon asks.

“You’re her master,” Mammon explains with a chuckle, “wouldn’t be right if anyone else named her.”

“What about… what about Azul… that’s a good name, right, Daddy? Azalea don’t laugh at me!”

“It is if you say it is.” Mammon swats at Azalea to get her to stop snickering at the name her little brother had chosen for his first familiar. “Now, let’s put ‘er back to bed so she can rest her wing. We’ll see her in the morning.”

Mahlon nods as he gives the bird in his hands a gentle kiss on the head as he sets her back in the incubator.

As the three of them all head in for the night, Mahlon can’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d ever had.

・・・〆・・・

Once all the kids are out for the night, Arella takes the time to seek out her husband in the living room where he’s just finished cleaning up the mess left from the party.

He hasn’t realized she was coming up behind him, so Arella takes the chance to get a little payback for this morning.

“Maaaammmon!” The sound of her voice and the ways she wraps her arms around his neck as she jumps up onto his back makes the demon jump.

“Wha- Arella!” He’s not amused by his wife’s antics. “I coulda really hurt ya just now.”

“And it would be worth every bit of pain. Think of it as payback for this morning.” She kisses his cheek and drops back down to the floor. “Did you have a good birthday, Love?”

“Yeah, it was great actually.” He nods as he turns to face her, pulling her close. “Third best birthday ever.”

“Third? What were the first two?”

“The last one we had with Cyrus before he went missing and the year we had Mahlon.” Mammon smiles as he takes a seat in the couch, pulling his wife down with him.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your special day. I actually have one more gift for you. Would you like it?”

“Do ya even gotta ask?” Mammon leans in for a kiss, but Arella stops him by holding up a small box to his lips. “Oh, you meant an actual gift…”

“Don’t worry, Dear.” she laughs softly at his slight disappointment, “We’ll still do what I promised this morning, but I wanted you to open this last- when it was just us.”

“What is it?” He studies the box before opening it. “A new ring? Thanks, Babe.”

“Look on the inside. It’s engraved with a message.”

“For my soulmate, I would conquer time, space, and even death itself…” he takes a moment to take in the words etched into the band. “Oh, you are so corny… but I don’t think I’d change it for the world.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, leaning his forehead against hers once he pulls away.

“Love you, ‘Rella…”

“I love you too, Mammon. Happy Birthday.”

・・・〆・・・

End

[lillyspeakz]

Confession:

Was I wrong to post about my creepy ex following me everywhere on Pinterest and call him out for being that way?

He made like 3-4 accs trying to communicate with me

I already blocked 2 of his accs then he made another one just to like and comment on my posts

I could easily guess cuz of his terrible broken English and his self centred language that it his him and his entire Pinterest page gave the same vibe he gave, Arctic monkeys fan with the title wanna be yours which was his favourite song, mitski fan, same with AM, it was my love all mine

And guess what the boards were saved with those names

Another things was that there was a board called "fixing" which has pictures of couples/couple art/ etc. reminded me of after our break up he was desperately trying to patch up our relationship later, which i didn't want to and called him insane. Hence the last time I saw him

Also he reposted my pins with credit but without my permission, most of them

I sent the stuff to my bestfriend who did the investigation, and guess what it was that stalker weirdo. So I called him out on a post and later he was threatening me with law enforcements (ya I was that person who asked for help) then i tool a cc of the things and then he made ANOTHER account, basically calling me a ho. And alot of other drama happened but I sure do hope he leaves me alone after that, i took the ccs of harrasment and posted them.

At one point they called me a dictator and in another post that he made, he was comparing his situation to Wilburs, and called me Shelby. Also he called me d*ck chaser, and meat rider also saying that I would be doing those for a living later on.

Also get this, HIS PAGE WAS BASED ON HELPING PEOPLE WITH DEPRESSION. I mean I don't wanna be the judge, but there were alot of misinformation on the posts.

And btw when my bestfriend was investigating on him, he literally said that he has a number of mental diseases that originated from depression, and no he did not get a professional diagnosis. It was like he was showing of his list of mental illnesses to my bestfriend like WTF

Also speaking of bestfriend, he also followed her, she posts about k-pop, and when she asked him about k-pop he knew nothing.

So who's the real stalker???????????

So i did a post about

I don’t think you’re in the wrong for doing it love, you called him out and he got defensive. And I’m sorry that happened to you. Please be safe and please block him everytime

[logolazer]

heres my pronoun page btw XP

(repost cuz i did it wrong last time qwq)

theres sum super kewl info on there !1!!1

[zumpietoo]

Now For Pressed....

I should preface this with--this arrived MINUTES after I bagged on Peepster last nite.....(but I was tired....), only further cementing just how obsessed the BB is with me.

It's loonnggg so the TWO full snips will be dragged in two parts, here!

We've already discussed this. She scabbed. And routinely violated other strike rules, because she was also desperate for attention....and I've detailed it all along. However, I AM still waiting for proof of

A) Cole is an abuser

B) Cabana Boi was in NYC....(tho that IS possible, buuuutt....funny how KlasseeereinPP didn't take a pic with him, as well, hmm??)

And it's my blog, I don't have to "shut" anything....

Actually, no to all of the above on the second paragraph. If Peepster were "keeping her relationship private", we never would've had the myriad of Power Couple pap pics she arranged. We wouldn't have had her included in videos by his friends, because those could be edited out, easily....and she would've requested as much (plus his friends all fucking hate her, so I'm sure the little we've seen was because they asked for it).

If anything? Still much moar effective/easier to argue it's a Pee Arr relationship, given how staged it is.

Plus I thought keeping your relationship private (as I already noted) was evvvollll/done cuz makes it easier to cheat? You, once again, don't get to have it both ways.

Apparently you also can't read, because I pointed out not that she's IN her family photos (few that there are), but how awkward and uncomfortable she looks in her clearly obligatory visit....oh and her general lack of interaction, even still with them. I'm sorry you're so stupid.

How exactly am I "harassing" anybody by reposting already publicly posted pics? That isn't stalking, either, because, again....they're all fully aware (or should be, after 8 years) that their pics with her ARE gonna generate moar attention than other families.

PLUS.....we're talking about the same peeps who routinely leaked and shared her, Cole and a child for clicks for fucking years. Again, don't get to have it both ways....

As for Cabana Boi? Yes, I do think it's way too soon.....but y'all didn't and are simply off weeping because of it. Additionally, there seems to have been no interaction between them for a month, now....which is what you're really upset about.

AND that she, yet again, even tho just a few hours drive/on the way to NC, didn't bother to meet his 'rents....

Errmmm....let's see....there's nothing wrong with factual criticism of anybody....but, the BB? Do in fact stalk his IG, leave pointless hate on other posts, send death threats, have freely admitted they exist, entirely to "destroy him" and their hate is obsessive, false and irrational.

Oh and hypocritical.....so, since they're like 12 billion times moar egregious, why are you kewl with them, but not me? And, again, please provide proof of anything....

Again, dude....no. Shit is shared with me in DMs. Now, do I find her assholishness to be entertaining? Obviously.....but I never "claimed to hate her", tho if I did, WTF is it to you, anyway?

And why so suddenly worried about what I do----and do you send the same the the BB for their obsession with Cole and myself?

I believe all that applies to yourself (for sending anon hate) and the rest of the BB, once again....plus, WTF is it to you and why are you here? It's untagged and nobody's forcing you. What's embarrassing is your obsession with ME

Pretty sure it's because you're legit THAT upset that

A) PP's relationship with her "nice family" continues to be increasingly strained

B) No Turkey Day Cabana Pee

PS Ummm.....nope. Nor did that person sound anything like me and I'm perfectly happy to claim credit for what I do....

KISSESSSSS!!!!

[j0kers-light]

Hey light👋🏽 what if reader had DID (Dissociated identity disorder) how would joker react?

I also had a thought of a one shot about joker and reader about to get it on and his crew watching on the cameras but they get caught and pays the price with their life😈

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

Is Light my new nickname?! I feel honored! 🥹 I love it!! I decided to split your request in half! This post will contain DID reader and I’ll repost with the camera oneshot request once I’m done. 😈

I got a little- 4K and I’m not done- carried away with it so it’s taking longer than expected. This’ll be the last request I post for a minute so I can focus squarely on the HL chapter update. I hope you enjoy!!

First? Let’s unpack; it’s already common knowledge that Y/n has trauma so this fits perfectly with her situation. I did my research via APA and The Mayo Clinic.

Side note: I feel like such a loser searching for articles and understanding the assignment before I write a oneshot or head canon but moving on!! 🃏

You are innately aware that you suffer from DID. You don’t like the other version of yourself that protects you. That old Y/n died a long time ago.

Quoting directly from the Psychiatry.org article here, “During a traumatic experience such as an… crime victimization, dissociation can help a person tolerate what might otherwise be too difficult to bear. In situations like these, a person may dissociate the memory of the place, circumstances or feelings about the overwhelming event, mentally escaping from the fear, pain and horror. This may make it difficult to later remember the details of the experience, as reported by many disaster and accident survivors.”

That is Y/n to the letter. You want to forget so bad that you, quite literally, do.

You enter a state of depersonalization and check out until your mind deems it safe to return. All you’re left with after an episode is a splitting headache.

You can’t control it and unfortunately there is no cure. It's a blessing and both a curse you mentally have to bear.

Joker didn’t understand why you would randomly space out during the day or forget things so easily. At first he thought you were just an airhead until he started noticing the signs and triggers of when you’d space out.

You checked out the rare times he raised his voice at you or when he became too rough during sex.

You scared him one time when he was deep in a scene and literally turned into a doll.

He called out your name, pinched your nipple, J hates to admit it— but he even slapped you across the face but you were gone. He pulled out and panicked until you blinked so much he thought there was something wrong with your eyes.

Someone… else returned, not his Light.

This Y/n was way too bubbly and outgoing– not that you weren’t on a normal day but the first indicator that something was wrong was when you looked him dead in the eye and said..

“Who are you?”

Joker was glad you were finally responsive but hearing you utter that one sentence had him softening instantly. He was no longer in the mood and discreetly tucked himself back into his pants before he checked on you.

“What? Y/n, are you… uhh.. okay?”

You just stared at him oddly. “Who’s Y/n?”

Were you pulling his leg or something? Joker leaned back when you sat up and clutched the sheets to your naked form. Your eyes roamed around the room, taking everything in.

“Woah. Nice place. What kinda job you got to pull a swanky place like dis?” Your Blüdhaven accent was out front and center. He was definitely concerned now.

Joker touched your shoulder to get your attention. “This is your apartment.”

“Yeah, you tweakin’ cuz my flat is smaller than this entire room and I definitely don’t have that view!” You pointed at the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Grant Park. “I’d kill for a place like this. Where are we anyways? That ain’t a Blüd skyline, that’s for sure.”

You tossed the covers back and stretched before finding some clothes on the floor.

They weren’t anything you owned and definitely wouldn’t buy involuntarily, but sure enough– they were your size.

You were shimmying into the designer jeans when the guy behind you spoke up.

“This isn’t funny, Y/n. Stop playing games.”

You snapped your bra closed with an unfamiliar ease. Since when did you buy designer lace? Could you even afford something like this?

You could barely sound out the brand’s name.

“I will when you stop calling me that. I know we’re just hooking up but seriously. At least take time to remember the person you’re f__king. It’s proper etiquette.”

Joker was this close to losing it.

“Your name… is Y/n L/n so I'm gonna call you Y/n. You live here in this penthouse in Gotham City. You’re an author and if this is one of your ways of uhh.. method writing, it ain’t cute, Bunny.”

Joker got up and stood before you. He looked down into your e/c eyes even as you threw on a shirt. You rubbed the fabric as if you couldn’t believe the thread count.

So soft. How could you afford this on your salary?

“See now I know you smoking dick. Me? A writer? I gave that up in highschool. I work at a bookstore on Dreyer St. Anyways. I guess the sex was good? I honestly can’t remember but I’ll see myself out.” You shot Joker finger guns and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist.

Joker wasn’t one to admit his feelings aloud but he knew something was wrong here and decided to speak up.

“You’re scaring me, Y/n. You.. if I hurt you just say that. I.. There’s no need to do all of this. Was I too rough, Light?”

You yanked your wrist back to hold your head.

Intense pressure pounded away at your brain after hearing such an endearing pet name. Why did it sound so familiar?

Joker noticed your grimace and doted on you.

“WhaT? Is it your head? Lemme see..”

You smacked his hand and backed away towards the door. “Look, I get it, you're tryna be nice after I ruined the mood but I’m fine. Just.. I gotta.. go. Thanks umm?” You stopped when you couldn’t place his name. “Well pot kettle black. I forgot your name too, hehe.”

Joker was speechless. Something was definitely wrong with you. He backed you into the wall and held your wrists up above your head. Even when you gasped and fought his hold, he didn’t waver.

“Y/n. Do ya not remember me? Us?”

If you didn’t, he would completely lose it. There was no purpose in this boring life if his Light didn’t remember him.

“Stop calling me that! My name isn’t Y/n!”

Joker raised his voice in irritation.

“Then whaT is it? Huh? Who are ya because the way you’re acting, you’re not my Light! She wouldn’t joke around and hurt my feelings like this. Not after all we’ve been through. I made sure my name is ingrained in your head. You sigh it in your sleep, you say it when you first wake up, and you moan it when I give it to ya good. So stop joking around doll and say my name!”

Joker crowded your space and demanded the impossible from you. You wracked your brain trying to think of something but all you had were crickets. You didn’t know this guy at all.

“Why I always pick the weirdest one night stands..” you sighed.

Joker blinked in shock. Did he have to spell it out for you? Was this some sort of weird mind altering sex headspace? How could you suddenly not remember the best four months of your life?!

“You think…. Oh my Light you are cruel. We are together. We lo… like each other! There is no one else when you complete me! You’re my Light! My bunny.. My everything and—”

“STOP! IT!” You screamed. Joker didn’t expect you to match his tone.

“I get it! You want to be with me but ion know you like dat! I regret having sex with you actually. Now it's been real.. but you’re giving off mad serial killer vibes. Sorry about this.”

You kneed Joker in the balls and ran out the bedroom.

He licked his scars and chuckled. It hurt but he endured much worse over the years.

It would take more than that to bring him down. You only managed to piss him off. Joker followed your retreat out to the main common’s area.

You were looking around in awe.

Everything seemed so familiar but foreign– it made your head hurt so bad. You leaned onto a decorative table, cradling your head. “God it hurts.”

“Y/n!” Joker shouted. Why couldn’t this man just leave you alone?! Your name wasn’t Y/n.

Right?

But what was your name? Trying to think about something so simple made your head hurt worse. Joker was about to help you upright but you swatted him away.

“STOP CALLING ME THAT! I DON'T KNOW..”

Joker realized whatever delusion you were under, you weren’t coming out of it by yourself. Joker knew you had mental health issues (everyone does) but today was to a degree that he had never seen before.

It reminded him of a split personality disorder but his Light wasn’t crazy! You were smart and educated and knew big words found in dictionaries by heart!

Something else was at play here; he just didn’t know what. Joker had no other choice but to snap you out of this for now and then ask you about it later.

“This isn’t you!” He held you close but you broke free somehow and bit his hand. “The f__k? Really, Y/n?” He yelled.

You fought back even more and during the struggle, you lost your footing and fell.

Joker’s heart stopped when he failed to catch you in time. You hit your head on the way down and groaned as you slipped unconscious.

His entire world stopped spinning.

He froze and sank to the floor, at a loss on what to do. A mantra of ‘please wake up’ spilled from his lips as he waited for you to come to. It took too long.

Only after he saw your eyes fluttered open did he breathe a sigh of relief. You were okay, but what version of you would it be present this time?

“Owww my head hurts..” You rubbed at the sore spot but gasped when Joker snatched you up into a firm hug. You sounded normal so he took the chance.

“J? What’s going on? Why are we on the floor and why are you half naked?”

He didn’t know what to say. He just began kissing you all over to perish the thought. You let Joker be mushy but he refused to answer your questions.

You tilted your head back a bit, “J, babe you’re shaking! What’s wrong?!”

He kissed your forehead before looking into your beautiful e/c eyes. They were filled with love and affection, one hundred percent directed towards him. You knew him. You weren’t messing around any more. Just what happened that made you forget? Should he tell you about your lapse in memory?

Was his mind playing tricks on him? He could’ve easy dreamt all of this up.

You asked Joker again and he sighed heavily. “Nothing Bunny. I uhhh.. dropped ya on the way to the bedroom.” Would you even fall for such a flat out lie?

Nope.

“You would never drop me unless! Is your leg giving you trouble again? Aww, J I’m sorry if I caused you any pain!” You leaned forward to kiss along his scars and Joker soaked up your love like a sponge.

Maybe it was a bad dream. His Light was safe in his arms and you still loved him. However a nagging feeling told him whatever just happened, was very much real.

And it would happen again. Very soon.

[euphoricfilter]

About DTIK (sorry that I was late reading your reply), I think it's really good. Not sure about tumblr cuz it's not as convenient as ao3 in terms of searching and filtering fics. I checked your fic on ao3; maybe change your rating though cuz you put general audience with a smut tag😅. One of the good things about ao3 is the hits really, you can see how many people have clicked your fic. I find your TBAH and DTIK really unique because.. really, not many people write about those. 9 tails and 4 arms demon. And I think that many people post their fics on ao3 because you can just go crazy and write bizzare fics and most readers know that, especially with the extra warning if there's below 18 reader. I know I'm all talk cuz I don't reblog fics on tumblr, but I love to leave kudos and bookmarks to good fics on ao3. I'm sorry, reblogging just kinda takes effort (I don't like disorganization with the tags and I like to stay anonymous here); ao3 is kind of just one two clicks away. I hope you still enjoy writing it, because even if it's not on high demand, if you like it, I think you can finish it. I'm sorry if I cross the line. I just really wish you want to continue it

you’re okay my lovely!!

oh yeah, DTIK was the first fic i ever posted on ao3 so the tags and all that are probably wrong because i didn’t know how to use it LMAO

maybe if i ever repost DTIK id keep it on ao3, i guess it did okay on tumblr, but i find that readers on here mostly don’t like super long fics, or i just didn’t brand it right or maybe something else. tumblr is still a mystery i’ve not figured out quite yet

a lot of people said the same things about TBAH and DTIK when they were only 2 fics on this page 🫡 i used to be so happy having exclusively unique fics too :(( that would have been so fun if that had become my trademark as a writer but i guess it wasn’t meant to be

hmm maybe exclusively on ao3 is the way to go then, i used to read most of my fics from ao3 so i’m familiar with how easy the system is, and maybe then lack of interaction on tumblr won’t weigh me down and kinda make me push the series to the side

i’ve talked about this with someone before on here about his disorganized storing fics are. especially because reblogs help a lot, but then it kinda clogs your page up and likes are useless because now i just have fics i like laying in the depths of my liked tab and i doubt they’ll ever see the light of day again 🥲 i think i go through a crisis every other month at this point, wanting to just re-start my whole blog because it feels like a huge mess and i never know how to fix it.

honestly, the only reason i started posting on tumblr was because of the inbox. it felt like having the anon feature gave people like me, who don’t like being perceived a chance to communicate and i thought, if i posted on here then at least some people might come in my inbox and that would be cute and then we can vibe. everything else about this app is kinda shitty

you’re not crossing the line at all!! i think if anything you’ve helped me out!! i truly do love that series more than anything i’ve ever written, it’s just the lack of enthusiasm from other people kinda made me feel like i shouldn’t waste other peoples time by writing it, like why would they wanna see that on their dashboard, you know???

i said in the last ask, but i have part of the first chapter already rewritten, and obviously the rest of the series isn’t gonna be hard to catch up with in terms of rewriting, i’m not changing the plot. just adapting the style slightly

ahhh you know i used to be so excited for people to finally read the ending because i just knew that if people were invested in the series and they read the final chapter they’d be like ???? oh 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

thank you for lighting the spark of inspiration for me, and thank you for loving the series 🫂 it means the world to me that you like it and want to know what happens next 💞 i don’t think i’ve abandoned it quite yet and i’m sorry you’ve had to wait so long for any sort of update

[kusundei]

do u forget when we first met??? u grabbed my hand i tore your dress.

i felt things i cannot express. but i lost my way, i made my mess.

ID CLEAN IT FOR U. IF U WANT ME TO.

ID CLEAN IT FOR U. IF U WANT ME TO.

ID CLEAN IT FOR U. IF U WANT ME TO.

ID CLEAN IT FOR U. IF U WANT ME TOOOO.

BUT I KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING. I KNOW WHAY YOURE DOINGGG I KNOW U. I KNOW U. I DO I DO ILL TELL U WHAT.

its judt like. i couldve. i’ll hide it if you want me to. ill get better if you want me to. i’ll lie. ILL HELP YOU. if you want me to. but when it came to those last months? i knew. i knew what you were doing. veen when i didnt say anything i knew. why? because youre not like that. we ralked about rhat you know? how sensitive i am to that topic? nd you making jokes about it? the obvious bandaid? obvious lying? its all so clear to me always i just will ignore it till you tel me. why? prove me wrong. prove to me that im overthinking it and this isnt true. that you arent just doing this because you want me to notice. that you want my attention. tell me tht when u texted me at night begging me for your help you did actually consider what i was saying and that u werent just doing this so that you would freak me out that night so i couldnt sleep. tell me. tell me im wrong. tell me you werent doing EXACTLY. what i did in 2020. tell me youre not like me.

its just like. UUUGH. i got clean for you. hell. i think about it all the time always and its horrible because u realize that it just doesnt go away. i do have that yuckytwt mindset. i liked my scars. will i make new ones? no because im stronger than that but it is sickening. cuz theyre all gone. you can barely see them anymore and it sucks. why? because theres no proof i went through anything at all. I USED IT AS A WAY TO SHOW I UNDERSTOOD. that ive been theough it too. proof to myself that it was real. and hell. just that one time was enough for me. me telling you, you crying. you crying over my mistakes was enough for me to stop. why? because you shouldnt hurt because of something i did. i never ever wanted to hurt you and thats still true ALWAYS. its just sooo sickening. those months were so fucked for me, for you. for us. i tried, i lied, i did stuff to try and help but i ended up getting worse again and it was horrible and i was trying to ignore it because you were bad too. its just liks. LIKE THAT FUCKING SLIDESHOW I REPOSTED. u cannot heal if youre with someone who makes you worse (or something along those lines) just like. ughh.

okay bobby isnt in the playlist but this song is so insanely mecore when we were togehter its ooough. uuugh.

bobbys just a friend of mineee hes on his back im on his minddd he wakee me when he goes to workkk his hands r cold his breath is smokeee

id LEAVE HIM. FOR YOU. IF U WANT ME TO.

honestly this whole song is just like. the chorus. the way the chorus switches. i wouldve left him for you. LEFT ANYONE. and bobby is always on my mind it never leaves me it will always stick with me but for you? i’ll pretend its not there. i’ll pretend im okay i’ll pretend. because when i saw u irl? thats the best time for me to try and lift you up. thats why i was never really sad with you even when i waa fucking trembling and panicking whenever i saw you especially in the end. why? i need you to be okay when you leave and i need you to believe im okay too. selfish, i know, it breaks my own code but like. i can handle myself. i grew, i knew. i was okay. and if youre okay then i’ll learn to be okay too

[aster-aspera]

Meet me on the Battlefield

CW for this chapter: minor character death, violence, non-graphic description of injury, a panic attack and slightly morally grey Janus, unsympathetic Remus (he doesn’t show up but I’m putting a warning anyways)

Relationship: platonic/romantic anxceit

Title is from the song 'meet me on the battlefield' by SVRCINA

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Janus stalked through the damp alleyway, his cloak swishing behind him.

From the shadows in the doorways and corners, he could spy timid eyes following his every movement.

For anyone else, walking through the city alone at night would be a death sentence, but not for him. Thieves and murderers quailed in his presence. The very worst scum of this city bowed before him.

He had nearly all of the city in his iron grip.

There was only one problem. Well, four problems actually.

Four teenagers who thought they were doing the noble thing by pestering him and trying to thwart him at every turn.

It would honestly be easier for everyone involved if they just left him alone but they never listened to him when he tried to explain that.

As he finally emerged from the dark back alleys into the slightly more well lit parks, he heard a gunshot tear through the night air.

He flinched and waited for a moment, trying to pinpoint where the noise had come from. Gunshots in the city weren’t that rare and usually one of their noble heroes would swoop in to handle whatever was going on.

He brushed it off and kept moving.

Two more gunshots broke the nightly silence and Janus sighed. Normally he wouldn’t bother, but this was a suburban neighbourhood.

Every criminal in the city knew this was a no violence zone. Janus figured he should have a talk with whoever was flagrantly disregarding the rules and therefore, his reign over the criminal underworld.

He pulled his mask over his face and strode towards the noise.

By the time he had arrived, someone else was already facing down the shooter. One of the superheroes, the purple one, Storm, was standing between the shooter, who Janus identified as Eric, one the duke’s goons, and a scared looking civilian.

Storm was speaking to Eric in a low, comforting tone, urging him to put the weapon down. Janus knew it wouldn’t help, the duke’s goons were notoriously violent and Eric wouldn’t stop until he got what he came for, whatever that may be.

Janus hid in the shadows, waiting to see how this would play out.

Eric seemed to be responding to the gentling tones of the superhero, lowering his gun slightly. Storm stepped forward hesitantly, still keeping himself between Eric and the civilian.

Janus leaned forward, intrigued, there was no way Eric was just going to give up the gun.

And he was right. As soon as Storm reached to take the gun out of Eric's hand, he lunged forward and grabbed Storm with more force than Janus had expected from him.

He knocked Storm to the side and pointed his gun at the civilian, sending two bullets into their chest.

“No!” Storm cried out, and scrambled to the civilian.

Janus knew it was a lost case. The bullets had hit them square in the centre of their chest.

Eric hesitated, his mission done but the opportunity to shoot the superhero, who had his back turned to him and was intently focused on the civilian, tempting him.

Now, Janus couldn’t have that, could he? If anyone was going to take down these insufferable heroes, it would be him.

He stepped out of the shadows, making sure the snake side of his mask was clearly visible. As soon as Eric caught sight of him, he paled. Aware he had been caught in an act of blatant defiance of all Janus’s rules. An act every criminal knew would result in banishment in the best of scenarios.

Janus jerked his head, making clear he should run while he still had legs to do it.

Eric didn’t need to be told twice and quickly scrambled away.

Storm seemed oblivious to the entire exchange, still focused on trying to save the civilian. Janus slunk back into the shadows. He knew he should leave, there was nothing to be done here.

He would handle the Duke and Eric tomorrow. But something wouldn’t let him leave.

Maybe it was the way Storm was shaking, his quick breaths hitching and rapidly turning into sobs.

Janus had no sympathy for the civilian, people died all the time, it was simply the cycle of life.

But something about the hero’s panic made his gut twist. He looked so young, bent over the body and shaking like a leaf.

Janus would never admit that in that moment, he could only feel deep sympathy for the young hero.

When looking back at that moment, he would say he did it to win his trust. To learn more about his enemy. The whole keep your enemies closer spiel.

But in that moment, he found himself moving forward without thought.

He approached loudly, not wanting to startle the hero. Storm flinched and turned towards him, fear flashing through his eyes when he saw the half snake mask.

“Relax, I’m not here to hurt you.” He soothed.

“Right, and why should I trust you?” He laughed shakely.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when your back was turned.”

“You realize that doesn’t make you seem any more trustworthy, right?”

Janus sat down slowly, exaggerating all his movements so he wouldn’t scare Storm.

“If you keep hyperventilating like that, you’re going to pass out.” He said.

“Why do you care?” Storm asked, but he made an effort to take a deeper breath.

He was still shaking all over and Janus felt the urge to reach over and hold him close. He shook that thought away. That really wasn’t very fitting behaviour for a self proclaimed super villain.

“Okay look, you don’t have to trust me, but just listening to me isn’t going to get anyone killed. Okay?”

Storm nodded minutely.

“Okay, breathe with me now. In for five, hold for seven, out for eight.”

Janus breathed, making sure Storm could follow his breaths.

Slowly, his breathing slowed and eventually deepened into quiet sobs.

Janus scooted backwards a bit and motioned to Storm to do the same. Storm shuffled away from the body on the ground and curled up against the concrete wall of the alleyway.

“It’s not your fault. You know that right?” Janus said.

Storm looked at him with wide eyes.

“I… I should have seen it coming. It’s my job. And now…now someone died because I was just too damn stupid to see what he was doing.” His sobbing deepened and he started gasping for breath again.

“You can’t always save everyone. That’s impossible, it’s ridiculous to expect that of yourself.”

“I’m a hero. If I can’t help people, what’s the point?”

“The point is that you’re trying. And for every person you can’t help, there’s ten others you saved. Just you, doing your best, means this world is a little less shitty.

You give so much of yourself to this city. It can’t expect you to save everyone.

You’re valuable, even if sometimes, you fail.”

Janus had no idea where all this sentimentality was coming from. This really wasn’t a good look for him.

At least Storm seemed to have calmed down a bit. His sobbing had eased up and now tears were just silently dripping down his face.

“Why are you saying all of this? You do realize we’re supposed to be enemies right?”

“Maybe I just wish someone had been there to tell me these things when I needed to hear them.”

Dammit, that had sounded way too vulnerable.

“Or maybe I’m just manipulating you.” He added, trying not to sound too emotional.

Storm smiled.

“You know, maybe you’re not totally evil, serpent ”

“How dare you, you insult me.” Janus replied, pressing his hand to his chest in mock offence.

A giggle burst from Storm’s lips and he pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to stifle it.

Janus felt a strange feeling bubble up in his chest and behind his mask, his lips curved up into a soft smile.

“Janus.” He said.

Storm’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What?”

“My name is Janus.”

“Why would you tell me that? Is this some nefarious scheme? Are you trying to get me to tell you my name?”

Janus shrugged, acting nonchalant, while in reality his heart was pounding and his brain was screaming at him for revealing that.

“Maybe, maybe not, maybe I’m just tired of all the snake nicknames.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have picked a snake mask then.” Storm deadpanned.

“But seriously, why would you just hand out that information? I could use it to beat you.” He continued.

“One, you don’t know it’s my real name and two, you’ll never beat me.”

“Really?” Storm raised his eyebrow.

“I’m way too clever to be taken down by the likes of you.”

Janus stood up. This ridiculousness had gone on for long enough. He was afraid that if he stuck around any longer, he might go totally soft and decide to join the merry band of insufferable do-gooders.

“Anyways, as pleasant as this was, I really have to go. Lots of criminal business to attend to and all that.”

Storm scrambled upright and faced him.

“I’ll catch you one day, Janus.”

“I’m sure you will, stormcloud.”

He hesitated for a moment and then blurted out.

“You can call me Virgil.”

Janus felt his heartbeat stutter and he mustered a smile.

“And you thought I was the stupid one.”

“Look, you might be a villain, but you’re not totally evil. I know how you keep the criminal underworld under control. I know you have rules that protect the vulnerable and that help us in our job. I trust you with this information.”

Goddammit, how could Janus be expected to keep up his ice cold supervillain persona if the heroes acted so sweet?

Storm’s, no, Virgil’s eyes crinkled up in a smile that was visible even from under his mask.

“Don't you have criminal business and all that to attend to?”

“Yeah, right. Criminal business, that’s what I do.” Janus stuttered.

Virgil reached out and took his hand, shaking it in his. His grip was strong and Janus tried not to think of how warm it was even under two layers of gloves.

Virgil took a few steps back, still conspicuously not looking at the body, and took a device from his utility belt.

“I’m going to call the others now, you should probably go.”

Janus nodded, as much as he didn’t want to leave Virgil yet. If not for his own, selfish reasons, then for how the boy was still shaking slightly and he was looking everywhere but the body.

But, he figured Virgil would be alright if one of the other heroes was heading over.

“Give them my regards.” He called out and disappeared into the shadows. Swishing his cape, so as to at least hang onto the last shreds of his supervillainess.

[escapenightmare]

WHEN YOU DON'T SAY “I LOVE YOU” BACK.

― mikey, chifuyu, baji, kokonoi x gn!reader

cw. none note. repost cuz this didn't show up in the tags last time <3

⤷ MIKEY | “ok, i gotta go now,” he says, standing up from his seat. mikey leans down, pressing his lips on the corner of yours before patting to your head, messing up your hair― being an absolute menace. “i love you,” he casually calls back on his way to the door. “alright, bye!” you smile as he closes the door behind him. you could hear three or four footsteps outside your room before they stop, and the door opens again. mikey stands there with a pout, “babe.” “yeah?” “you didn't say i love you, back!” he huffs in slight disappointment at you not even knowing what you did, or didn't do rather. “oh, sorry, i love you too.” “i don't want to go anymore.”

⤷ CHIFUYU | “'kay babe, i have to go do homework now, i'll see you later?” chifuyu says, lowering his phone and staring at you through the screen. “yeah,” you nod. “alright, love you.” “bye.” you pressed the red button, ending the call. you go on with your work in silence, before a few minutes pass and your phone starts ringing again. seeing the caller id as chifuyu, you press accept. “― you didn't say it back!” his loud voice takes you by surprise, and you squint, “huh?” you hear him take a deep breath before he mumbles, “you didn't say i love you back.” “oh,” a second of silence. “i love you, go do your homework.” “okay, okay.... love you.”

⤷ BAJI | “i'm late,” baji sighs as he basically hopped off his chair. you walk him to the door while he follows, “i'll pick you up later?” he asks, shrugging his jacket on. “okay, thanks.” you smile in appreciation and he grins back, showing his fang like teeth. “bye then, love ya.” he quickly kisses you, before stepping outside. “bye,” you give a small wave and close the door. turning around to go back to the living room when there's a knock at the door. you go back to open it, only to see baji outside with a noticeable frown. “what's wrong? did you forget something?” he shakes his head, “no, but you did.” “what?” “you forgot to say i love you, back.” you chuckle, “oops. i love you, too. now go before you get even more late.”

⤷ KOKONOI | “good night, i love you,” he whispered, pulling you closer as he closed his eyes. “'night,” you whispered back, leaning against him and closing your eyes, trying to fall asleep to the silence. you could feel koko's eyes open again, his eyelashes fluttering by your neck gave it away. “hey babe,” he says after a few minutes. you hum, “yeah?” it's silent for a few more seconds, before, “you didn't say i love you back.” “oh, sorry― i was just sleepy,” you reply. “but i love you.” he pulls you impossibly closer, kissing the side of your head, “okay, 'night.”

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[salemwritesxx]

𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌  𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

     ⇴ male reader [quirkless, support class]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou and [Your.name] graduate from UA. However, they had hidden their relationship for the past two years, so now it was time to finally show what had been going on behind closed doors.  

↣ rating: General Audience ↣ warnings: fluff, cute

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“Can you actually believe it’s over? 3 years? Gone…”, Eijirou sighed happily while looking at the graduation papers in his hands.

“Bro I am just glad I passed. I haven’t slept in weeks, I am merely functioning on Red Bull and 10 AAA batteries I sucked on in the last two days.”

The friend group laughed thanks to Kaminari’s words, but they also completely understood. They all had leftover blueish hues under their eyes from countless nights of training and studying, just to graduate from UA.

One, however, in the friend group, was rather quiet – very, very unusual for Bakugou. And so, Ashido asked him, “Bakugou? What’s wrong, you’ve been awfully quiet? Aren’t you happy? You can finally work as a pro-hero!”

She grinned, knowing how much he worked to get there, though he didn’t even really register her words as he kept looking around, trying to find someone in-between all the students that graduated today.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s great- Ah!”, Katsuki didn’t even finish properly when he saw you – finally!

“Oi, where are you going? We wanna take a photo!”, Sero yelled after him, but Bakugou just ignored him and walked through the crowds, his ruby eyes set on you. Not even realizing that his friends followed, intrigued by his strange behavior.

“[Your.name]!”, he called out to you.

You were standing with your classmates from your support class, now that you had graduated, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on heroes and help them. Even if there was someone who definitely would always be your first priority to support with your endless ideas and genius brain.

“Hey, someone from hero course is calling you.”, one of your classmates you.

Because they couldn’t have known. No one knew. You kept it a secret for the past two years.

“Ah, yeah, it’s-“

However, before you could say any more, Katsuki had already grabbed you. In a very dramatic scene, he spun you around so you fell into his arms while he hovered above you, tilting you back and kissing you. God, your boyfriend was so damn dramatic, really. (You watched too many K-Dramas with Bakugou that was for sure.)

But, even though you were surprised, you instinctively kissed him back, one arm around his neck, the other desperately grabbing onto him. You were, pleasantly, surprised how strong Bakugou really had become. Even though he was a bit shorter than you, due to his endless training to graduate and become a true hero, he was so strong, easily holding all your weight securely.

Everyone around you was gawking at you both. Bakugou’s friend group was silent for a moment, before they started cheering – of course they would.

“God… you’re so fucking dramatic, Katsuki.”, you giggled when he finally broke the kiss, his big, fat grin however also making you smirk a bit.

That’s it. With that, you had outed your relationship and fuck it felt good.

“You have no fucking clue for how long I’ve wanted to do this.”, he said while pressing another kiss to your lips before pulling you back up onto your feet; the smaller male instantly reaching around your hips in a possessive way.

“Why the hell did you never say anything?!”

“Ow!”, Katsuki got kicked by Sero, though his outcry was rather playful and exaggerated.

“How long??? Huh? I am really disappointed, I thought we were friends.”, Denki overdramatically ‘cried’, whipping his non-existing tears.

“Bro, calm the fuck down. [Your.name] and I thought it was the best.”

“Hmh.”, you nodded in agreement, your own arm around his back.

“But, I always thought you hated [Your.name]???”, Ashido finally asked, completely confused.

And now it was Bakugou’s turn to lightly blush and clear his throat, all while you were laughing beside him.

“We had a really long way to go.”

“He turned out to be quite useful for my hero suit despite being quirkless. So…”, Katsuki tried to explain, even though he didn’t like having to go back to that time – he was horrible at first.

“Yeah, Kat was an ass! I even wanted to help him negate the backlash from his Howitzer Impact, but no. All Mighty King Explosion Murder didn’t want my help .”

“Fuckin’ Jesus- stOP!”, he cried out in embarrassement.

“Awww, it’s okay, it was cute when you came crawling back after being hospitalized ‘cuz you used it too often and were intrigued by my grandiose invention after all.”

“I swear, you are the fucking worst.”, grabbing your neck, he pulled you down the few inches to capture your lips, making you giggle.

Meanwhile Ashido, Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima all just stared, then nodded in agreement.

“I can see what happened.”, Eiji said, grinning.

“Oh yah, they complement each other very well.”

Mina giggled, the other two boys also starting to chuckle, agreeing with her. They could see why it happened after such a rough start.

Though, truly, no one could imagine how rough the start of your relationship really was. Despite feeling the obvious sparks between you both, it was hard for him to see past your “handicap” – being quirkless. Now he wanted to slap his stupid self from 3 years ago. Because even though you were quirkless, he didn’t see it as a handicap anymore. Also, your brain was quite endless and despite hating to admit he wasn’t the best, you really were incredible when it came to inventions to help heroes. Bakugou had learned quite a lot and he was just grateful that, even though there were many ups and downs in the last 2 years, your relationship succeeded.

Especially in the last 5 months you both grew closer despite no one noticing it.

For a few minutes, you were still standing and talking with his friends, before you both decided to finally go home after graduation. Not really in the mood for partying or going out.

And for the first time, you didn’t part ways halfway, but in the end, walking through the tunnel the cherry blossom trees had formed – right into the bright future that was ahead of you and Bakugou. Finally together, open and proud.

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⇻ salem.talks: in celebration of having finished my first year of college, I wanted to write something funny and stupid and cute! I was pretty tired from studying so the headcanon weekened I actually wanted to do will be postponed to next week. For now, hope you enjoyed this little thing.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 19

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 19

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: Hello Laurie.

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Word count: 2335

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Two sandwiches later Annie was sitting on Andy’s lap, they broke the kiss they were sharing.

“You have a lot of things to do.” She said looking at the bunch of files on his desk. “I should go.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours.” They kissed again until they heard the door handle twisted.

“Andy open the door man, come on.” Anthony’s voice sounded through the door.

“Shit,” Andy stood, took Annie’s coat and put it on her. “Cover yourself, quickly.” Annie giggled, closing her coat, giving him a nod to open the door. He was about to opened the door, but then he didn’t.

“Let me open the windows, it smells like sex in here.” He was nervous which made Annie laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, your pussy smells like heaven but, you know.”

“I know, ready?” Andy nodded and opened the door.

“Ok, honey, thanks for my lunch.”

“No problem.” She said carrying the basket “I see you later” She kissed him in front of everyone and left. “Bye, guys. Bye, Neil.” Neil lifted his hand and waved goodbye, then turned to see Andy.

“You lucky bastard!” Anthony said pushing Andy inside his office.

“I knew” Seb said with a wide smile.

“You knew? I asked you this morning what was new and you literally said nothing!”

“Well it was not my news to share.” Seb made himself comfortable in the couch. “Please tell me it is safe for me to sit here.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cuz you are dating a 20 year old and you hadn’t had sex since your wife left you. I wouldn’t blame you for trying to make up for the lost time.”

“It’s safe for you to sit there, ok.”

“So? Did you ask her out?” Anthony said looking at Andy.

“Yes, of course.” Andy smiled at them.

“Dude, you’re in love. You have hearts in your eyes. I’m happy for you, she cares for you and is obvious she totally loves you too.”

“Thanks, man. So what happened with Sharon?”

“Who the hell is Sharon?” Anthony asked.

“Annie’s friend, we kind of had a double date last Friday. Totally improvised.” Andy said.

“Ok, sharing is caring, from now on if I ask what’s new, you tell me the fuck is happening!”

“Sure, man. So what happened with you two?” Andy inquired sitting on his chair.

“Oh you know, not much.”

“Not much?” Andy said. “You did “not much” with Sharon?”

“I’m a gentleman, I won’t speak about what happened.”

“WOW! I want to meet this Sharon girl. You always talk about the girls you’re with.” Anthony mentioned.

“Well, people can change!” Both Andy and Anthony laughed “Any way, we are having another date next weekend.”

“Oh my god! Is this real? Was the lion tamed????” Anthony joked.

“Shut up!”

“I’m not trying to kick you out of my office, but I am. I have to work.”

“Hey what happened with that Stacy girl? Is she sick or something? Her desk is empty.” Anthony asked.

“No, she just didn’t showed up today. Lynn tried to call her but it goes directly to voice mail. Therefore Lynn is fucking mad at everyone today because she doesn’t have an assistant. To be honest I’m glad she is not here, and I hope she doesn’t come back, she was very noisy.”

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Manhattan, New York.

Amanda Brighton was walking towards Laurie’s loft near central park. She was hired by Laurie to investigate her ex, Andy Barber. And for that she created herself a new identity, Stacy Martinsson applied for the DA assistant position and she got it. It’s not hard to win a position when you lied in your resume. She was very well known in the private investigation scene, any men or women who wanted the best will come to her, however, during her time in Newton it was nearly impossible to make a move without being notice since it is such a small town. Amanda arrived to the building, headed to the elevator and push the button of the 30th floor.

Laurie Cox, which was her name now, was a renowned gallery owner and a restorer of paintings. After she left, the now famous ADA, she married Michael Cox, a 45 year old man, who gave her everything she wanted.

The lift ding opening the door into Laurie’s living room, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

“It was about damn time you show up, you know I’m very busy.” Laurie said dryly.

“And you know I had to drive all the way back from Newton, I needed to rest.” Answered her back in annoyance.

“Let’s go to my office.”

Once there, they both sat and Amanda handed the folder with all the information, photos and videos she got while staying in Newton.

“So you mentioned Andy was married now.” Laurie said opening the file to read the information.

“That’s what he said, with a young girl, I of course didn’t believe him, and then I found out she was just his nanny. Annabelle Marie Johnson, education student at Lasell, 21 years old.” Laurie took the picture of said girl.

“Hmmmm cute, not really Andy’s type. Too plain.” She then took a copy of a picture with Andy and Jake in it and smiled. “Did you see him?”

“Your son? Yes and no.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I tried to take pictures of him at his school but, turns out you can get near unless you have a kid so…”

“Oh My god, I really can’t believe you.” Laurie said rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, I tried again this past weekend but he wasn’t home, it was just Andy and the girl fucking on the couch.”

“Right the day you almost got caught… again.” Laurie sigh “How many times were you actually close to be caught?”

“You know the place! I was the new one, everyone kept an eye on me. It wasn’t easy.”

“Whatever, I’ll bring your money.” She stood up, left the room and came back with two bundles of bills, only hundreds. “Thank you for your service.”

Amanda left and Laurie was left alone holding the picture of the family she once had and kissed it.

Meanwhile back in Newton Annie baked Jake’s favorite cookies. It was almost 7 and both Andy and Jake were not home yet. She had bought a peperoni pizza for dinner, nuggets and fries, and set everything on the table and wait for them.

“Honey! I’m home.”

“In the kitchen.” She was putting the chocolate chip cookies on a plate, when Andy walked to her and kissed her temple. “What did Mrs. Lopez say?”

“They’re almost here.”

“Perfect. I got all Jake’s favorites. I bought ice cream too.”

“Honey, you got him in the bag, you don’t need to do all of this to win his heart.”

“I’m not doing it because of that.” She said offended.

“Sure, honey.” Andy’s phone ding “he’s here, Let me get him, be right back.”

Andy came back just a couple of minutes later. Jake running towards the kitchen.

“Annie!!!!!!!!” Jake jumped to her arms.

“Hi, baby!” she hugged him tightly “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! We swim, and we eat hot dogs, and and and…we go to camping!”

“Oh my god, that sounds so much fun!”

“I missed you” Jake hid his face in her neck.

“Aw, we missed you too. And that’s why we have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

“Aham, but you have to close your eyes, ok?” The boy nodded and put his hands over his eyes.  She walked to the dining table, carrying Jake, Andy following them close behind. “Alright, you can open them now.” Jake squeal when he saw the table full with his favorite food.

“I lof you.” Jake said to her giving her kissing on her cheeks,

“I love you too, let’s sit.”

“I wanna sit with you.”

“Jake, you go on your chair, come on buddy.”

“I don’t mind. Just this time, right baby?” She kissed the boy’s cheek and he nodded.

Andy serve the plates for the three of them. Jake talking about all the adventures him and Luis had on Luis’ grandma house. By the time they finish Jake was still talking, the boy had a lot of energy even though his trip lasted at least 5 or 6 hours, Annie was putting the plates on the sink.

“Jake, we need to talk to you.” Andy interrupted him, a serious tone in his voice.

“Ok” Jake said with a small voice. “I do something wong?”

“No buddy, of course not. Honey come here.” Jake gave his dad a weird look when he called Annie “honey”. She then sat on Andy’s lap. “So, ammm I, how do I say this?”

“Jake you know how you told me your daddy liked me?”

“Yes, he do!” the boy smiled

“Wait, he told you that? You told her?”

“No…” Jake lied.

“Well, ammm your dad and I decided we would like to try to be together, you know like boyfriend and girlfriend.” Jake was confused now. “Do you understand what that is?” The boy shook his head.

“Jake we want to be together, like mommies and daddies are.” Andy said. The boy’s eyes shone. The boy jumped up and down

“Yes! I haf a mommy!” Andy and she shared a concerned look.

“Ammm not quite…” Andy said.

The boy ran towards her arms “I lof you mommy!” Annie’s eyes filling with tears.

“I love you too, baby.” Kissing the top of his head.

After dinner, Andy stayed in the kitchen picking off the table and washing the dishes, while Annie bathed Jake and put him to bed. She then went to her room, sitting on her bed, she had no idea how much time has passed, until the soft knock against her door made her snapped out of her trance.

“Hey, honey. You spending the night here?”

“No, I’ll be right with you, I just needed a moment alone.” Andy sat next to her.

“Want to talk? You seem overwhelmed.”

“He called me mommy” Annie says in a small voice.

“Come here.” Annie sat on his lap on hugged each other. “If you don’t like it I can talk to him. I know he is not your son so I’ll make him understand mommy is a bit much for you now.”

“It’s not that.” She sobbed a bit “What if we broke up? He will be heart broken and I can’t deal with that!” a single tear falling down her right cheek.

“Shhhh, we have to be positive about what we have, I love you. I don’t want to break up with you, at least not now.” He chuckled a bit.

“It’s not funny, I don’t wanna hurt Jake.”

“I know you don’t. Let’s enjoy the moment, ok?” He said cleaning her tear away and giving her a small kiss on the nose. “You know why you worried?” Annie shook her head. “It’s you mother instinct.” He smiled at her. “I’ll talk to him. Now, let’s go to sleep, I had a long day at the office.”

They walked to their room, both stripped their clothes off and wore something more comfortable, laying one next to the other, Andy took her by the waist, sharing a few kisses before Annie turned to be the little spoon cuddling.

“Good night, honey.” A kiss in the back of her neck.

“Good night, baby.”

The house was quiet, only de snores of Andy could be heard in the room. Annie turned, her hand falling on Andy’s chest, when all of the sudden the loud cries of Jake woke them up.

“DADDY!!!!!!!”

Andy ran towards his room, Jake sitting on his bed heavily breathing and crying, his face complete red because of the lack of oxygen.  Andy took Jake in his arms but his crying won’t subside, in fact it was getting worst.

“Shhhh, come on buddy, daddy is here.” Andy started rocking the child “Shhhhh, there, there.”

Annie was looking at the scene, Andy’s eyes were glossy by now, concern written all over his face. She had never seen Jake like this, the “worst” she had witness was him wetting the bed or sneak to their rooms to sleep. Annie reacted when Andy passed by her going to the bathroom and open the shower getting in carrying his son.

“Jake, breath, look at me.” Jake turned to his dad, warm water falling on their bodies, took his hand and put it on his chest. “We are breathing ok? Do it with me.” Andy took a deep breath and Jake followed. “Good, that’s my boy.”

Annie turned the shower off, when Jake leaned against his dad’s chest, the crying stopped, and his breathing became normal.

“I soggy, daddy.”

“It’s ok buddy. We are here.”

Annie went to get a new set of pajamas for Jake, while Andy dried himself and Jake in their bedroom.

“Can you change him?” she nodded “Be right back, I’ll warm some milk for him.”

After Annie put his clothes on him, she took him in her arms and started to hum a lullaby her mother used to sing, rocking the child from side to side and giving him slight pads on his bum.

“No leave mommy…” Jake’s small voice made her look down.

“I won’t leave you. I promise.” She kept rocking him until she looked down to see Jake sleeping, she kissed him on the cheek and laid down with him. When Andy came back, they were in bed, Annie’s eyes heavy with sleep.

“Is he sleeping?” She just hummed and Andy put the glass of milk in his night stand. “Ok, let me take him to his room.” Annie complained when Andy tried to take him away and hugged Jake tighter and closed her eyes, Andy took a deep breath, smile to himself and laid next to them, his arm reaching for both as much as she could. “Good night, mommy.”

HELLO LAURIE 

[ominousmotion]

Thank you for the tag @another-sun! Thank you for making this it's so cool!

N.I.K.O. stands for…..N.I.K.O. stands for….. Now Ice Kills Oranges

If I ever get the chance to speak to Niko I …….my first instinct is to say bully him a little lmao but id actually probably cry and tell him how much Feel Nothing means to me and how grateful I am for their impact on my life

Knowing Niko, in 2023 I expect …….more Rommi pictures! (This is more of a want than something I expect he'll do lol)

Of all the lyrics Nio wrote so far my favorite one is …… Yeah, I've been chasing a life of meaning //Tryna leave out every feeling // I'm keeping my eyes on the price // But some nights I realize // I don't wanna die with a dream // Then should I die with a memory of a living dream // With no one to share it with? I'm on my own!

Venom, aka Joel, would say about Niko that ….. Niko brings balance hes the head to Joel's heart

I heard about Blind Channel the first time ……. In the aftermath of 2021 Eurovision I loved Månskin and heard about the guys because of their relationship and support of Måneskin and the way they knocked down the barricade during the preformance after Måneskin won

Little, Man aka Aleksi, loves Niko because …… whenever I think about niko and aleksi's relationship I think about a clip from the vlogs where niko is being responsible ceo man and aleksi makes an entrance running up and going Littlee mannnn and I think niko is the dad friend for aleksi

Hearing Blind Channel without Niko would ….. feel wrong Niko and Blind Channel are one in the same in my head your can't have BC without niko and vice versa with any of the boys

Every line Niko raps makes me ……. One of two things either learn the rap like I did with Don't Fix Me or do the classic rap hands lol

Last year my highlight with Niko and Blind Chanel was….. there's 2 things seeing how short he is in person and when he reposted art I did of him!

My favorite Blind Channel song right now is…..

It's is always My Heart is a Hurricane

My favorite scene from Titanic is …….

I have not watched Titanic in so long the only scene I can think of is paint me like one of your French girls lmao

One day Blind Channel will …. Play more shows in the US that are not across rhe country from me lol

I love Niko because ……. He is the first person that made me really realize that I'm not the only person that has gone through the stuff I've gone through and the community I've become apart of because of that

Life is a bitch but … im pretty happy

After a Blind Channel gig….. I cry a little then I go see if I can say thank you and look at them like 🤩 that some more

Lol I tried to do all of them but I stalled out cuz it's the first day of classes and I'm pooped now

I'm tagging @darkerthanblack-666 @sexualassbutts @you-son-of-apollo @drippinlou @sylveonikovilhelm @lnights @yes-armageddon-it no pressure as always 🖤