#all I know it stole and ate my apple so yeah

[theycallmehobbitrex]

When you’re out for a walk and a freakin horse comes out of no where, at least I made a friend though.

[heiilari]

Lillith....I loved you the moment I opened my eyes and saw you. Yeah, Eden was beautiful but you were just...so much better. You were like me when nothing else was.

I worked my ass off to make you happy, to make everyone happy. But all you did was think about yourself and what you wanted. You never once thought of me as a person too.

You hurt me more than Lucifer. He stole you because you let him

You told him to force Eve to take the apple.

Every bad shit that ever happened is because of you. The only good thing you did was make Charlie, and that's because she didn't inherit anything from you.

I loved you. You couldn't love me. So you ruined everything to make yourself better. I hope it was worth it.

Anon letters ||| accepting

A deep sigh is going to come out of Lilith's mouth as she rubbed her temples ever so slightly. this narrative was all INCORRECT . so now she had to dissect it

"Okay... lets start off with the first matter.

I did not think of only myself I was thinking of a future. I did think of you as a person ADAM . I do not play the game of " you are lower than I" . that has always been disgusting and futile as well.

I always saw you as a person it is just my ambitions were not the same as yours. I wished to explore the world more and find out more ... and you wished to stay within the walls of Eden. I accepted that

LUCIFER did NOT steal me either. I WILLINGLY left you. I did not want to hold you back from whatever you wished to do. I knew I was incapable of giving you what you WANTED .

HOWEVER claiming that I forced LUCIFER to give Eve the apple is where you are SORELY mistaken. WE both wished to gift Eve the apple none of us KNEW what would happen if someone ate the apple.

I didn't even know and I am sure Lucifer didn't as well. but allow me to reiterate what words mean

FORCE: coercion or compulsion, especially with the use or threat of violence.

CHOICE : an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities.

Eve DECIDED to make a CHOICE and EAT the apple. we did not force her to do ANYTHING that she did not wish to do. she made that choice herself. we merely gave her a CHOICE

so quit that forced bullshit act.

You are always the one to quickly blame OTHERS. but can we not forget that the world is ruled by mistakes and choices and last I've seen you are FAR from innocent . so back off with that bullshit.

CHARLIE has GOTTEN things from ME as well you fool. she has the innocents which I have had ripped away I will ALWAYS support my child as well so keep her name out of your mouth

I did NOT ruin ANYTHING or EVERYTHING for you because I couldn't LOVE you. WHAT happened with the apple was a ERROR . a MISTAKE. I did NOT Know what would happen. but I will NOT allow you to try and play victim because I did not know what would happen if Eve ate the apple.

I do NOT feel good about what happened with the apple NOR what happened in Eden. at least if you are going to try and blame someone make sure that you are aware of the actual reasoning. not just so you can have your pitiful act of being the victim. because news flash Adam

EVE was a VICTIM

LUCIFER was a VICTIM

I WAS A VICTIM

YOU are not the only one who was a fucking victim

now GET OUT OF MY FACE"

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (72)

*Planning a fake funeral is hard!* Read [this] first.

Coryo: Hey, Class Press.

Felix: Yes, Snowy?

Coryo: Poor Aeneas just called me earlier and said that his little sister is getting discharged from the hospital today.

Felix: Who’s Aeneas again?

Coryo: The Banshee’s surprisingly nicer and smarter older brother.

Felix: The same guy who was forced to sleep inside a tiny doghouse by his parents for being born good?

Coryo: Yup. That Aeneas.

Felix: Oh, I remember now. Poor guy. He deserves better.

Coryo: Yeah. Poor guy. So are we going to celebrate Arachne Crane’s recovery or what?

Hilarius: Are we?

Festus: I’m not. She gave me a proper black eye for saving her screeching spidery ass.

Palmyra: She’s not dead?

Clemensia: Palm Palm, that’s mean. Arachne was almost choked to death by her crazy Tribute.

Coryo: To be fair, crazy Brandy was hungry. She wanted to steal and eat the spider’s ✨Heaven Bread✨.

Domitia: Hungry? But Tanner told me that Brandy stole his bread rolls, cheese tarts, and 2 cans of beer before the spider came and made her a sh*tty sandwich.

Coryo: She’s like Percy’s little gremlin. She won’t stop eating no matter what.

Persephone: True. Mizzen has a Tartarus like stomach.

Festus: And the raging appetite of a thousand grown men.

Persephone: He can even eat Domitia’s whole family farm.

Domitia: Even my sweet daddy’s baby duck sanctuary?

Persephone: Especially the baby duck sanctuary.

Palmyra: So Craney really survived Brandy Sharp Candy?

Diana: Fortunately.

Festus: Tragically.

Diana: Creed!

Festus: She punched me in the face.

Coryo: 4 times.

Festus: It still hurts.😞

Coryo: And now she’s wearing an ugly neck brace because of it.

Felix: Wow. Who would’ve thought that my weird prediction came true.

Gaius: Cool.

Diana: Does that mean that you’re now a seer, Class Pres?

Felix: I wish.

Apollo: In a scale of Dr.Gaul’s ugly mutts to Clemensia’s pretty Mr. Paris Patty, how ugly is Arachne Crane’s neck brace?

Sejanus: Pit bull rabbit mutt ugly.

Apollo: Really?

Sejanus: Truly.

Diana: I can’t wait to see it.☺️

Palmyra: But are you 100 percent sure that our local Banshee is still the same Banshee?

Sejanus: What do you mean?

Palmyra: What if she’s now a cat trap in a box and we don’t know what’s happening inside?

Coryo: She’s not Schrödinger's cat!

Palmyra: Who’s Schrödinger?

Domitia: Monty, please.

Palmyra: But she hasn’t replied to my emails for 2 straight days now.

Domitia: So?

Palmyra: That means she’s dead in my books.

Domitia: Do you want to know the real reason why the spider doesn’t reply to your weird emails?

Palmyra: Yes! I love honesty.😊

Domitia: She doesn’t like you.

Palmyra: Ok! So what’s the truth?

Domitia: She doesn’t like you!

Palmyra: That’s a lie. Everybody likes me. Even Dr. Gaul and her rainbow snakey snakeys like me.

Domitia: You need help.

Palmyra: I like kelp too!

Domitia: I hate you.

Palmyra: I date me too.😊

Domitia: You’re hopeless.

Palmyra: Thank you! You’re a nice friend, Tia.

Domitia: We’re not friends.

Palmyra: Best friends!🥰

Hilarius: Lol. I’m recording this.

Florus: But just to be sure, does anyone have legitimate proof that the spider is still the spider?

Sejanus: *raises hand*

Florus: Really? You of all people?

Sejanus: Yup! The other day, me, Coryo, Lizzie, and Creed had a secret slumber party inside her hospital room without her knowing.

Festus: We stole her ice cream.

Coryo: I ate her mother’s homemade apple pie. It was a little bit dry and flaky, but I still gave it a 7 out of 10 for trying.

Lysistrata: I stole her morphling bottles and sold them to Dennis.

Festus: I drew a mustache on her face while she was sleeping.

Sejanus: And I took some photos and short videos for Felix.

Florus: Photos? Photos of Crane sleeping?

Sejanus: No. They were photos and videos of Crane swearing and screeching at Lizzie and Festus.

Florus: Can you share them with me?

Felix: Flory, I posted them in our secret group chat, remember?

Florus: You made a secret group chat without me?!

Felix: Sh*t. I think Urban and Io forgot to add you.

Apollo: Don’t worry, Flory. I’ll add you.☺️

Florus: Thanks.😞

Pup: Actually, we’ve already added you in our group chat before.

Florus: Then why am I not in chat anymore?

Pup: I think Ban Ban and Andie accidentally kicked you out.

Florus: Why? What did I do?

Pup: They thought you were secretly Dean Highbottom in disguise.

Florus: Is it because of my profile picture?

Pup: Definitely.

Florus: My profile picture is cute and perfectly fine!

Pup: Your profile picture’s a fat goldfish drinking booze.

Florus: It’s simple and symbolic.

Pup: Change it.

Lysistrata: Yo, can we share the photos with Lucky Flickerman?

Florus: That magical clown was added in the group chat before me?!

Lysistrata: Yes, but anyway-

Florus: Anyway?! Felix, explain yourself!

Felix: Don’t look at me. I didn’t add no magical clown in chat.

Lysistrata: I did.

Clemensia: Of course you did, Lizzie. Of course you did.🙄

Lysistrata: He said that he’ll give us 20 bucks, 2 crates of candy corn, a free bird show, and a bucket of chicken wings.

Clemensia: No. Just no. We are not sharing Crane’s ugly pictures with that clown and Capitol News.

Lysistrata: He’s a magician.

Clemensia: That’s not the point!

Lysistrata: He can talk to birds!

Coryo: I’m allergic to weird birds.

Festus: Same.

Apollo: Aren’t we all here to talk about Crane’s miraculous recovery and celebration?

Dennis: Hear me out-

Clemensia: No.

Dennis: Just this once. I swear that you might even like it.

Felix: Fire away, Denny.

Dennis: How about we arrange a fake funeral as a “welcome back” party for Crane instead? What do you guys think?

Coryo: A fake what?

Dennis: A fake funeral!

Festus: That sounds fun.

Dennis: An exclusive fake funeral for our local screeching Banshee and her dead sh*tty sandwich!😀

Clemensia: Dennis, that’s madness-

Sejanus: Denny, that’s brilliant! You’re a genius! A genius!

Coryo: I’m with Seji Pie.

Palmyra: Me too!

Hilarius: Let’s do it!

Felix: But just for formalities-

Clemensia: Or Panem’s sake.

Felix: Raise your good hand if you want to arrange a fake funeral for Arachne Banshee Crane tomorrow.

Everyone: *immediately raises their hand except for Clemensia*

Apollo: Yey! Fake funeral!

Clemensia: You guys disappoint me.

Diana: Are we going to sing ✨Gem of Panem✨?

Felix: Of course! It’s part of the ceremony.

Diana: Can we sing ✨Somewhere Over The Rainbow✨ after?

Felix: Sure! You and Coryo can sing the rainbow song together.

Coryo: But can Sejanus and I sing ✨My Heart Will Go On✨ after my duet with Ring?

Sejanus: Please, Class Pres! Let me sing with my Coryo! I’ll pay you 10 bucks and 4 crates of posca.

Felix: Fine. You can sing whatever love song you feel like singing.

Everyone: Yey!

Festus: But can I bring a big ass silver crane to serve as the main centerpiece for tomorrow’s funeral?

Felix: Are you talking about the weird looking long-legged bird or the one used for construction?

Festus: A big ass metal crane that my mother uses for construction.

Felix: A literal crane?! You want to bring a literal crane to poor Arachne’s funeral?!

Festus: It’s a fake funeral. Anything goes.

Felix: Why, Creed? Just why?!

Festus: Coryo and Seji Pie can even swing on the crane while performing ✨My Heart Will Go On✨.

Diana: Can I swing too?

Festus: As long as you wear my dad’s old neon pink harness.

Coryo: Wait. Are we going to jump down the crane after we sing?

Sejanus: That’s a good idea.

Festus: Don’t worry, Snowy. I’ll make sure that there’s a working ambulance nearby.

Coryo: Working? What do you mean by working?!

Festus: May the odds be ever in your favor, Bestie.☺️

Coryo: Thanks.

Sejanus: Just to be safe, I’ll bring 10 parachutes.

Festus: *turns to Felix* So Class Pres, what do you say? Metal crane or no metal crane?

Felix: Fine. You can bring your mother’s old metal crane.

Festus: Yey!

Felix: But just one.

Festus: No promises.

Apollo: Can we bring fireworks? I love fireworks.

Felix: One box each.

Apollo: You’re the best, Class Pres!

Dennis: Yo, I have another idea. What if-

Clemensia: Dennis, shut up.

Dennis: Hear me out, hear me out-

Clemensia: Suck a di-

Hilarius: Let the man cook!

Clemensia: He can’t cook.

Hilarius: Let the businessman cook!

Palmyra: I wanna cook!😀

Everyone: No.

Dennis: What if we use Creed’s crane to lift up Arachne’s empty casket while Diana, Sejanus, and Coryo are standing on it. What do you think?

Coryo: Standing where exactly?

Dennis: On the casket.

Coryo: While being lifted up?

Dennis: Yes.

Diana: Does that mean that we’re going to perform with the birds?!

Coryo: Not the birds!

Sejanus: I’m excited!

Gaius: That’s brilliant! Capitol News will love it!

Hilarius: I can’t wait to record that.

Dennis: And what if-

Clemensia: You’re an idiot.

Dennis: What if the rest of us are riding 12 pink chariots covered with white and yellow roses while Coryo and Sejanus are singing their love song above us! What do you guys think?😀

Felix: Why chariots? Why not cars?

Dennis: Because we’re Roman Empire fanatics, Class Pres.

Felix: True. We do love the Roman Empire and Greek Mythology.

Apollo: Do you know that I was named after the sun god?😊

Festus: Obviously.

Dennis: Fun fact! My first name is actually Dionysus.

Domitia: We’re still going to call you “Dennis” after this, ya know.

Dennis: I know.😔

Felix: But where exactly are we going to get 12 pink chariots before tomorrow’s event?

Dennis: Mama Cardew.

Felix: Right. I’ll call Livia’s mom later.

Apollo: How about the roses?

Felix: Coryo?

Coryo: Sure. I’ll ransack my grandmother’s garden again.

Dennis: Good! That settles it.

Felix: But where are we going to hold Crane’s fake funeral anyway?

Dennis: In front of the Presidential Palace.

Felix: We can’t! My granduncle might die from embarrassment.

Dennis: The President of Panem will love it! He might even give a funny speech tomorrow!

Felix: You’re killing me.

Dennis: Don’t be like that, Class Press. Your crazy Gran Gran loves attending weird funerals.

Felix: Dennis, please.

Dennis: I’ll give you a banned Lana Del Rey album next week.

Felix: For free?

Dennis: 2 Lana Del Rey albums.

Felix: Fine! I’ll call my crazy Gran Gran right now. *calls President Ravinstill*

Pres.Ravinstill: Hello? Is this the royal dog walker? My puppies are sleeping right now-

Felix: Gran Gran, this is Felix.

Pres.Ravinstill: Ah! My favorite son!

Felix: I’m not your son. I’m your grandnephew, remember?

Pres.Ravinstill: What do you want from your dear old Gran Gran, my sweet son and heir? Do you want another golden chair? I can give you another golden chair-

Felix: Can we arrange a fake funeral in front of the Presidential Palace tomorrow?

Pres.Ravinstill: Am I invited?

Felix: You’ll be speaking on stage.

Pres.Ravinstill: I approve!

Felix: Thank you, Gran Gran. You’re the best.

Pres.Ravinstill: I’m the best!

Felix: I’ll hang up now-

Pres.Ravinstill: But can your poor old man wear an extra large burrito blanket and a pink balaclava for tomorrow’s event?

Felix: Wear whatever you want. You’re the President, remember?

Pres.Ravinstill: Yes! I’m the President!

Felix: Goodbye, Mr. President.

Pres.Ravinstill: See you late, son.

Felix: *Hangs up the phone* Gran Gran approves!

Everyone: Yey!

Palmyra: Weewoo!

Festus: I love you guys!

Sejanus: So who’s telling Crane?

Coryo: It’s a surprise.

Sejanus: Nice! I love surprises.☺️

Clemensia: I’m homeschooling my children.

[astaroth1357]

IT'S RAINING (DEMON) MEN!!!

I asked my sister for a prompt to get my creativity going. She played this song. Nuff said.

Intro:

It's been two months since the MC went back to the human world, and the demon boys are getting desperate to see their human… How desperate are we talking? Desperate enough to try their hands at some questionable sanctioned magic to get themselves to the human world... Good news is, they'll get there!

Just probably not in the way they expected. 🤷‍♀️🤭

Lucifer

He is going to KILL Mammon the next time he gets a hold of him…

He had no intention of taking an impromptu trip to the human world. He actually has clearance to go there when he needs to, thank you, so he didn't need to use any underhanded tricks to go between realms...

But he had made the mistake of walking too carelessly into Mammon's room while looking for a book he stole and stepped on a sigil half-obscured by an old pizza box…

...which is how he ended up falling from the Devildom to the human world at an unimaginable speed. It was like someone was yanking him to the Earth by the goddamn foot!

The unsuspecting MC was just out window shopping when suddenly an empty parked car across the street was utterly decimated by his falling body…

Of course, HE was fine, but that poor car never stood a chance… 😣 They had to help Lucifer pry himself out from the caved-in metal…

While he watched the MC fuss and try to brush all the broken glass off of him, Lucifer had only three things in mind:

(1) They look so cute when they're worried about him for practically no reason...

(2) Since he's already here, he may as well keep them company for… oh, a couple days at least?; and

(3) He was going to punish Mammon slightly less brutally than usual this time… May just fling him into a car too and leave it at that. 😌

Mammon

Okay, Mammon isn't stupid. He can do magic, he swears!!

He's just… rusty. Yeah. That. 🙄

That's the only reason the sigil that he haphazardly drew in his bedroom flung him to the human world like a catapult instead of neatly teleporting him like it was supposed to...

When the MC woke up that morning, they heard something familiar… Sad, pitiful little cries for help from outside their bedroom window….

Really only one person sprang right to their mind.

When they ran out to check, they indeed found Mammon tangled up in a tree like a wooden spider's web... He wasn't even facing upright!

It took them a half hour to detangle their poor demon from the tree… They almost gave up halfway through and had to call the fire department to pull him out like a trapped kitten... 🤦‍♀️

To say that Mammon was pretty clingy after they got him down hardly covers it. They were now his savior! (Yet again)

They had better not have any plans for the next day or two because he's going to want to spend every second he can with them… 

Or at least until Lucifer finds him and drags him back home by the back of the neck… 😰 (Hope they don't mind housing this figurative fugitive for a while…)

Leviathan

So in his defense, he didn't actually think the "Return to Lover" spell he saw on TSL would work, but he got so desperate to see MC again that he half-jokingly tried it one night...

Unfortunately for him, he also forgot that Simeon tends to use a lot of real-world influences in his writing, so… 😥

He hadn't wanted to be dragged to the human world quite so violently, and let's say he is NOT a graceful faller (arm flailing, girly screaming, spinning all over the place, etc.). 

Only when the smell of beach sand and sea salt hit his nose did he begin to calm down a little and get a good look at the surroundings he was hurtling towards… The ocean!

Video game logic dictates that if you land in water, you should be fine, right?? (Well, that's not how it works in real life, but when you're in a super sturdy demon body, there can be expectations 🤷‍♀️)

The MC was not expecting someone to splash down into the water next to them like they fell out of Heaven, nor for them to enter the water with the poise of an Olympic high diver…

They REALLY weren't expecting to see Levi surface beside them, demon form in the all it's sea serpent-y glory, totally stoked that the stupid thought he had actually brought him to them!

… Of course, he also has no idea how to get back, but who actually cares about that?? Lucifer will figure out he's not in his room eventually. For now, there wasn't anything in the ocean or beyond that could separate the MC from their adorkable otaku… 🤭

Satan

Okay. Teleportation magic is hard. Very, very hard. It basically requires bypassing several different physical laws by breaking down one's essence into a transmigrational-uh...

Whatever, the point is it's difficult, and mistakes happen even to the best of us.

Satan genuinely thought he triple-checked the symbols on his sigil… He must have made a crooked stroke or forgot a step in completing the seal properly… Either way, the spell he intended to bring him right to MC might have made a… slight miscalculation.

Rather than effortlessly stepping out beside them, he found himself hurtling towards the human world like a falling comet… If he hadn't known a few spells that could slow down his fall, he'd have had a pretty nasty meet with the ground... 😣

The MC was visiting a local park when pretty much everyone in their vicinity heard the sound of trees rapidly snapping nearby. At first, they were concerned it was a large animal… and then Satan stumbled out covered in twigs and leaves!

They, of course, ran over to see if he was alright, and the cheeky bastard just denied that anything had gone wrong. "Apparently," this was all according to plan… 

(Truthfully, he'd rather call Mammon some unsung genius than admit that he got the spell wrong, even if it was complex… 🙄)

Truthfully, Satan wasn't going to try making a return sigil for a while, so at least he and MC could be together for a time! Do they know if there were any cat cafes nearby??

Asmodeus

Asmo was PISSED at Solomon, furious even because he wouldn't help him sneak away to go see his beloved human! Didn't he know how hard the distance was on him?? The nerve!!! 😤

So, to him, it only seemed fair to steal some of the sorcerer's tomes and equipment… If he wouldn't help him in person, he could at least (unknowingly) do so in spirit!

… He just wasn't expecting the spells to be that difficult. Asmo is decent enough at magic, but some of those explanations were honestly beyond him… They bordered well into Satan or even Lucifer territory...

He tried his best, he really did, but the gentle teleportation that he was after actually flung him to the human world like he had been shot out of a cannon…! And while it was raining in the human world too!! 😫

The MC was walking home in the rain, umbrella and everything, when they heard screaming from the sky...

Thankfully, Asmo remembered just enough magic to cushion his fall… But that didn't save him from landing right into a massive puddle right next to the MC, effectively soaking them both.

On any other day, he'd have been angry that his expensive clothes were covered in rainwater, but that day? The second he saw the MC was there (and also tastefully soaked in water 😏), he just flung himself at them with a squeal of delight!

The MC had to convince him to let them get inside before they got too cold, but every step of the way was full of laughter and cuddles between the two of them...

Asmo would have to call Solomon to fess up to his theft, but hey, he got to see MC out of it! The bruised tailbone and ruined clothes were more than worth a treat like that.

Beelzebub

Beel genuinely wasn't intending to go to the human world; he really wasn't. He hated the distance like everyone else, but he knew better than to mess with magic that dangerous…

What happened was that he was walking by Satan's room one day and he smelt something inside… apples. A lot of them. He just couldn't help himself…

He didn't know that Satan was using those apples as test subjects for his teleportation magic… Unfortunately, the first fruit that he grabbed actually put him right smack dab in the middle of an incomplete sigil…

Beel kind of blacked out for whatever happened during the next part, it happened really fast, but it was the smell of more apples that woke him back up… and pears, peaches, pineapples, plums-

It's a farmer's market. Beel fell into the apple stand of a farmer's market….

The MC was out shopping there when they heard two things: the screams of shock and horror from the end of the market and a familiar voice shouting, "I'M HUNGRY!!!"

Of course they ran towards the screaming, defying all survival instincts (because who else are we talking about here?) and found Beel, mid-rampage, eating every scrap of food he could get his hands on…

But he actually stopped when he heard them shout his name. That's right, he stopped eating right then and there to turn and see them in the crowd... Oh, the smile that popped up on his face could have reignited a sun!

Beel had no idea how he got there and even less idea of getting back, so the MC had to eventually call Lucifer. They did get to spend the day with their gentle giant, though! (Just don't mention the massive bill for all the fruit he ate… 😣)

Belphegor

So here's the story. Belphie was sleeping in the library, as he sometimes does, and the next thing he knew, he was free-falling through the sky.

No, he didn't know what happened either. Maybe he rolled onto a stray sigil Satan left behind. Perhaps he was accidentally summoned to the human world. Mayhaps he even dreamed about MC so hard that it broke a rift in space-time to try and bring the two together... 

Who the hell knows? His more pressing concern was less how he got up there and more where he would end up.

Unfortunately for him, all he could see below him was a human residential area, and even worse yet, it looked like he was hurtling towards someone's roof… The MC's roof, to be exact!

MC was incredibly lucky to have already been up and starting their morning routine when the seventh-born came crashing onto their bed. Who knows how much damage he could have done if he had landed on them...??

That didn't change their shock to see Belphie, covered in plaster and wood fragments, sitting himself up while looking more annoyed to have been woken up than that he… you know... crashed through their roof...

He was grateful to have popped up close to them because it would have been pretty awkward to land in some random human's room. The MC was… less enthused that they now had some significant repairs to do.

Smooth-talker he is, Belphie not only managed to convince them that Lucifer would take care of the payment (which he would) but also not to call him just yet. Not until he could get himself cleaned off and maybe have a nap or two… Say, they weren't going anywhere today, right? Good. 😏

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[holylulusworld]

Boy hates girl?

Title: Boy hates girl?

Square Filled: Stanford AU

Ship: AU!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Lisa Breaden

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, kinda cheating, smut, protected sex, enemies to lovers, and they were roommates, mentions of cheating/post shitty relationships, implied smut, implied oral sex

Summary: Dean crashes into your life and won’t stop bugging you.

Word Count: 2,2 k

Written/Created for: @spnaubingo​​​​

2020 SPN AU BINGO Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Are you fucking serious, psycho?” hands-on your hips you growl at the guy standing in front of your door. “Did you follow me home? I already told you the pie is mine.”

“Wait—what?” the guy cocks his head, looks you up and down before he gets a piece of paper out. “No, no! Not you again. Crazy chick,” he retorts, eyes a little narrowed now. “Did you hurt my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? What the fuck are you talking about? I came home,” now you lean in the doorframe, grinning like a winner, “ate a slice of the pie you wanted, and had a shower. I didn’t have the time to kill anyone.”

“This is my girl’s place,” you snatch the piece of paper out of the guy’s hand, frowning when you read your former roommate’s name. “She said I shall pick her up at seven.”

“Dude, that’s my former roommate and she doesn’t live here for like seven or eight weeks. I kicked her bitchy ass out,” handing the guy the piece of paper you snicker. “She liked to do this, ya know. Once in a while a guy came around and left heartbroken. Bitch doesn’t even have the guts to break up with a guy.”

“She wants to break up with me?” the guy sighs now and you pity him for a moment until you remember you hate him. “Fuck, here I am, trying to not be a one and done for once. Great job, Dean.”

“Wait…you are Dean Winchester!” you snicker, eyes roaming his body. “You must be last on her bucket list to fuck!”

“What the fuck!” Dean grunts, stepping closer to look over your shoulder. “Is this a sick game? Do you want to make fun of me, Lisa?”

“Dude, relax,” patting his shoulder you sigh. “Lisa, she had a bucket list of guys she wants to fuck during her time at Stanford. You were the last one,” licking your lips you look Dean all over again. “Don’t know why she broke up with you before you did the nasty.”

“I wanted to wait this time,” Dean hands you a single red rose, shaking his head. “I didn’t even like her that much. It’s just, my brother and his girlfriend called me a heartbreaker, and no one believes I can be faithful.”

“Only as you like to have sex and not commit doesn’t mean you are a bad person!” 

“Exactly,” nodding eagerly Dean licks his lips. “I never cheated on a girl. I’m young and want to live my life to the fullest. I do not promise a girl marriage or crap. If you go out with me,” he shamelessly drinks your body in, eyes stopping to your cleavage, “you’ll get dirty soon enough.”

“Ahem,” dipping your head you look past Dean to see your nosy neighbor watch you and the cocky guy. “You better come inside or Mrs. Nosy over there will talk trash about me again.”

“You wanna invite me in, sweetheart,” smirk on his plump lips Dean follows you inside your apartment, eyes immediately drifting toward your ass. “I like the view.”

“Asshole,” you know without looking that Dean was staring at your ass in your sleep shorts. “I wanted to have a nap after studying non-stop. How about coffee?”

“Can I have a slice of the pie too?” he asks, eyes drifting toward your legs when you stop in your tracks to turn around. 

“If you answer me one question, you’ll get a slice, Winchester,” he grins, eyes glued to your lips now. 

“Shoot me, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N and I want to know,” fisting his jacket you look up at Dean, lips pressed into a thin line, “if you fucked my former roommate.”

“Nope,” he purrs, leaning closer to inhale your shampoo. “I told you about my problems.”

“You mean the problems other people have with your lifestyle, Dean,” you pat his cheek before you turn back around to walk toward the kitchen. “I don’t do relationships either.”

“Why? I’m simply curious,” he asks, following you toward the kitchen.

“I like sex, not heartbreak,” you shrug, turning your attention toward the coffee machine. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, wet, a lot of kissing and I love to do it in the kitchen,” you laugh nervously when Dean steps closer to grip your waistline. “Sweetheart, I could show it to you right now.”

“I meant your coffee, Winchester but,” your hands are in his hair seconds later, “give me some sugar first.” He kisses you greedily, forces his tongue into your mouth, making you moan.

“I’m on it,” he picks you up to hold you against the wall, hastily tugging at your top while you try to shove his jacket down his shoulders. “Okay, let me get you out of the top and I’ll show you the goods.”

“Deal.”

Your top and his jacket end up splattered on the floor. You are impatient, just like Dean when you grasp for each other.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whines when you take the lead, hand down his pants to get his dick out. “I need a condom.”

“The cookie jar with the naughty girl on it,” you grin when Dean looks at the jar with a naked guy. “Yeah, that one is the naughty cookie jar.”

“That’s a guy but fuck it—” while you stand on wobbling legs, Dean fetches a condom to roll it over his length, his pants still on. “You’ve got some naughty stuff in your kitchen, sweetheart.”

Dean grins when he ushers back toward you. His member stands tall and proud, reminds you of your favorite toy. But Dean’s cock looks much better than any toy you ever saw.

“Come here, lover boy-“ you crook your finger to lure Dean in. “Give it to me good.”

“That is the worst quote you could bring up,” either way, Dean grips you roughly, slams your back against the wall, smirking when you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“You love it, asshole. Now, how do you like it?” wrapping your arms around his shoulders you smirk. “Come on, fuck me, Dean!”

“I’m on it,” Dean groans against you, fighting to shove your sleep shorts aside. “Fucking with clothes on is difficult.”

“Don’t act all coy now,” you dig your fingertips into his shoulders when he finally slips inside, thrusting forward to fill you in on go. “That’s much better.”

“Yeah?” he laughs against you, ignores you fought over apple pie this morning. “Worth a slice of apple pie?”

“Fuck me and we can talk about your pie,” how he manages to hold you against the wall and move at the pace he sets is a mystery to you. Dean groans with every thrust, loves the slick sound of your coupling fills the kitchen. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Better than fighting?” he grips your ass, squeezes your flesh roughly while you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Damn me, I should’ve taken you right there, in the parking lot of the fucking store.”

“Hmmm…” you dip your head, try anything to capture his plump lips. “You promised a lot of kissing.” panting you try to focus on the man move inside of you, not your ringing phone. “Fuck, call me later.”

“Shit—fuck—sweetheart I need you to cum for me,” if you ever heard a man make an erotic noise it's right at the moment when Dean moans against your lips. “Y/N—”

“D-Dean,” a choked-out moan leaves your lips as your body trembles violently. “I love fucking in clothes.”

“I knew you are a dirty little slut the moment you stole my pie,” Dean speeds up, chases his release while you tug at his hair, and crash your lips onto his mouth to swallow his deep groans. Seconds later Dean comes with a loud grunt, and a violent jerk of his hips.

“That wasn’t bad, Winchester—”

“It was a B, Y/N,” he sighs against you, tongue licking into your mouth. “Sorry, I was on the edge for months. I tried to be a good boy and not fuck on the first date.”

“Well, congrats and thank you for the orgasm,” you tug harder at his hair, grinning when he growls low in his throat. “If you want some pie, I want round two in my bedroom.”

“Already addicted?”

“Maybe…”

“There is nothing better than postcoital pie,” you laugh at Dean’s words, even pat his chest. It’s been a long time since you felt comfortable around a guy. “So, will you tell me why you don’t do relationships?”

“I thought you were about to leave,” you roll to your side, eyes closing for a moment to not watch Dean go.

“I could stay a little longer,” Dean offers. “I like your bed, it’s comfortable and I’m a little tired after round three. Hell, my jaw still hurts.”

“I had two serious relationships,” oddly Dean spoons you to bury his face in your neck. “My first boyfriend and the dude popping my cherry dropped me shortly after we arrived at Stanford. He wanted parties, random girls and I, well I believed in monogamy.”

“A cheater?”

“Nah, he broke up with me before he fucked the first chick. At least he had better manners than my second boyfriend,” you turn around to face Dean. It’s an odd feeling to have him so close. 

“I only had one real relationship. Her name was Cassie and she kinda was the one breaking my heart back then. She wasn’t my first girl, but the first I fell in love with.”

“Anyways,” concentrating on the freckles on Dean’s face you try to swallow the lump in your throat, “my second boyfriend, I caught him in the act, on our bed. After that, I decided to never let anyone in again.”

“Sorry,” mumbling the word Dean slides his hand over your hair. “I’m the last guy telling you they were douches. I’m no better.”

“Did you ever cheat?”

“Nope.”

“In that case, you are a better man, Dean,” somehow Dean feels his chest swell at your words. No one ever cared about his side of the story. Everyone believes he’s a heartbreaker, a cheater even.

“WHAT THE FUCK DEAN!” Lisa drops her keys, furiously waving her hands while you whip your head toward her, grinning like the devil.

“Ah, hey, Lis’,” you give her a wink. “As you decided to steal my favorite dress when I asked you to move out and told everyone I kicked you out, I just snatched your boyfriend out of your hands.”

“WAIT—WHAT?” Dean gapes at Lisa, huffing when she throws insults at him. “Uh-you said she wanted to break up with me.”

“Lisa only sent her lovers to my apartment when she wanted to break up with them. She wasn’t here to meet up with you hours ago,” you shrug. 

“I gave him the wrong address,” while you move your hand toward Dean’s thigh to grip it tightly Lisa throws a tantrum. “I called!”

“Ah, yeah,” laughing you look at your phone on the ground. “We were kinda busy fucking. Sorry, Lisa. The joke is on you this time.”

“Good thing I wanted to fuck him once and dump him too,” storming out of your bedroom Lisa kicks things out of her way, even smashes a lamp against the wall. “I bet he’s a loser and can’t get it up. I tried to get in his pants for weeks.”

“Yeah about that, he’s a bomb, Lis’!”

“Did you know she didn’t want to dump me?” brows furrowed Dean looks at you. 

“No,” covering your eyes with one arm you sigh. “I told you she likes to do this. Anytime she wanted to dump a guy she left the apartment and only came back after I called her. I honestly believed it’s the same with you.”

“She wanted to dump me either way,” rolling onto his back Dean looks at the ceiling. “Guess I am luckless when it comes to relationships and crap.”

“Same, dude—”

“Why are you here again?” looking at the pie in Dean’s hands you eye the gift warily. “Dean, what do you want?”

“You see—” placing the pie onto the kitchen counter Dean sighs deeply. “I know you don’t do relationships, but I think we clicked. I know you must’ve felt it too.”

“I felt orgasms,” you like to play it cool, and not give away you thought about Dean the whole weekend. “Dean, this won’t work out.”

“How can you be sure if you don’t even want to try? I’m not perfect, but I promise to be honest and never cheat on you, Y/N,” shuffling on his feet Dean looks at you. “We could go for a date. If you don’t like me, we can stay friends.”

“Friends with benefits?” sliding your hand over Dean’s chest you look up at him. 

“Deal…”

“Okay, the benefits ain’t that bad, Winchester,” this time you barely made it out of your apartment before he had you in the backseat of his car and later at the room he shares with his classmate.

“I heard you are looking for a roommate,” Dean smirks when you look up at him. “Well, we can’t always fuck at my room. The sock over the doorknob doesn’t always work out.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“Yeah, uh—erm,” stammering Dean tries to convince you to let him move in with you. “I mean, we could have sex anytime. I’m a great roommate. My burgers are the best and we can study together.”

“You will pay half of the rent and help me clean too. Only as I let you see me naked doesn’t mean I will treat you differently.”

“Deal, sweetheart…”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester.”

And then, they were roommates…and lovers…and best friends…and much later…they grew old and grey together…

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[gummy-friend]

35 with bench trio maybe? :3 Your pick of who's what size.

Thank you so much for the ask, this was a very relaxing one to make ✌:D

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"Did they fall asleep on your hand?"

With Tiny Tommy, Tiny Tubbo, and Human Ranboo.

Content Warning: Language :D

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The light breeze washed over Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo as they ran around the field.

It's a nice day.

It was a summer they lived in when Tommy and Tubbo got founded by Ranboo— who thought he was living alone at the time— after they ate a poisonous potato. Ranboo nursed them to healing, and eventually, they lived together in a no-longer lonely house in the forest.

"Woohoo!" Tommy shouted while running around in the grass, the clear weather made him more visible for Ranboo to not be worrying about not being able to see the two borrowers in the grass.

Tubbo joined in on Tommy running around, carrying an apple he got(stole) from Ranboo's house as a toy. When asked, he said "Ranboo, you'll peel the apple before sharing it, right?" and continued rolling it.

It's a nice day.

Another slow breeze washed over them as they're now playing beside a big tree— Ranboo said to not play in the shade, for he worry he cannot see the two borrowers in the shade— Tommy and Tubbo rolled around the grass on the bright sunshine, and Ranboo blew bubbles. The soap-made shape dancing around in the slow breeze before eventually popping into a small rain— but before that happens, there are already more of them being made.

The three of them has been planning this for quite a few days after summer rolled around.

"Please, Big man, if the sun is bright enough, you can see us clearly in the sun! Me and Tommy has tested it—"

"You went outside??? Tubbo, you do realize it's dangerous, right?"

"Not the point there— but it'll be nice, trust us on this!"

"Yeah!"

Was a conversation (or a one-sided argument, really. Tubbo and Tommy understood their friend too well for him to not be able to decline requests like this) they had one day. It was sundown when they had the conversation— hence the worry practically radiating from Ranboo. But a quick "C'mon, Ranboo, don't be a pussy" from Tommy and and a "We'll be okay, promise!" from Tubbo, made Ranboo took a quick sigh and agreed.

"C'mon Ranboo, your turn! Try finding us!" Tommy's shout quickly brought Ranboo back from his flashback. Right. They were playing hide and seek (The shade is still not allowed for the borrowers) and this time, Ranboo is the seeker.

It's a count to twenty.

"One.." Ranboo counted. Closing his eyes and facing towards the bark of the tree.

"Two.." Ranboo heard grass around him shuffled. Maybe it was the breeze, maybe it was the borrowers running around. Either way, Ranboo smiled fondly at the thought.

"Three.." a strong breeze picks up. Ranboo heard a small "Tommy—!" shout from Tubbo. Oh no, did Tommy got picked up by the wind?

"Four.." Ranboo heard a "What the fuck" followed by a "There you are" From Tommy and Tubbo simultaneously. They're fine

"Five.." A small laugh in Ranboo's voice, picturing the image of Tommy being swept by the wind. "That fucker is laughing at me, I knew it" a small grumble from Tommy. Ranboo didn't hear the sentence, but he heard the annoyed tone in that. Another laugh laced in Ranboo's words as he continued counting.

By fourteen, The small conversation between Tommy and Tubbo has stopped

And by eighteen, The shuffling sound of the grass from the borrower's movement has stopped,

And by twenty, everything is silent.

Ranboo turned around from his position, eyes no longer being shut by his arm— he took a few seconds to adjust his eyes to the bright sunshine, though— and he sees a bright green field. The sun is shining brightly above him (and the tree) and that's why he can see red quickly.

"Tommy, found you" Ranboo called out, walking towards Tommy. Who was laying face-down, trying to blend in with the grass.

Smiling at the sight, Ranboo poked the borrower. Earning an ear-hurting screech from the startled borrower.

"You fucking cheated, didn't you?!" Tommy accused after the screech. Pointing his finger to the human.

"I did not!" Ranboo refuted, holding up his hand "You should consider not wearing red in the middle of a green field, next time"

"You still fucking cheated" Tommy grumbled, while walking begrudgingly walking to Ranboo's open hand, ready to be stuffed in his pocket.

In all honesty, it's hot inside Ranboo's pocket. But if remembering how hot it is if Ranboo is wearing his normal suit, maybe it's bearable. The madman still chose the black suit aesthetic even in the heat of the summer, that's why he wore a thinner black suit, calling it "Summer suit" (which is a fucking stupid name, in Tommy's opinion, but it's not his suit). He and Tubbo tried talking about that with him one day, fortunately, Ranboo seems a bit interested in those hawaiian wear— it's a lot less warm in that clothing, at least.

When Tommy tuned back to the present, Ranboo has already found Tubbo.

"Why are you hiding inside a rock?!" Ranboo cried out. Apparently, Tubbo was hiding inside a hole of a large rock— much to Ranboo's relief and worry "When did you found out this hiding spot?"

"I know a lot of things, bossman" Tubbo smirked. Hopping to Ranboo's hand, about to be placed in the pocket beside Tommy's one. "By the way, did you saw my apple? I think it got rolled away by the wind earlier"

"I'll just take more from the house. It's probably dirty anyway" Ranboo sighed, walking towards his house.

It's an old house, and he lived there alone from when he found this house. According to Tommy, he and Tubbo had lived there before Ranboo 'barged in and inserted himself to their life'— Ranboo was originally about to be adopted by a nice man with two sons, but Ranboo declined. Ranboo thinks having two sons is probably already too much for the man, he shouldn't take an orphan from the streets just because the orphan has no home— and fortunately, the orphan has found a house in the edge of the forest. With a "Now I have a house, so you don't have to worry", The orphan made the nice man gave up with a "I'll send foods periodically. Eat well, okay?" and a nod.

The orphan was Ranboo, and Ranboo's house became a home now. A place where the heart is. He's glad he lived in this house— Being able to meet Tommy and Tubbo.

And as of now, Ranboo is currently getting Tubbo, Tommy, and himself various fruits and two sandwiches (he figured a sandwich is enough for Tommy and Tubbo to eat), and went back to the shade beneath the tree.

"Here, the food is ready" Ranboo said, placing down three plates— each one of them contains a piece of sandwich and fruits (He did peel the apple)— much to the borrowers delight.

It's a nice day. They talked about various of things, funny stories about how Ranboo got lost in the forest, about how Tubbo found the hole in the rock, about how Tommy managed to befriend a moth one time.

It's a nice day. Slow breeze blew softly with them and bright sun being blocked by a tree. Plus, the rustling of the grass and leaves made a relaxing sound. Not to mention Ranboo's soft hand beneath Tommy and Tubbo— acting as a cushion for them to sleep on.

It's a nice day to doze off on a summer day like this.

Ranboo was about to sleep as well, looking at the sleeping figures in his hand. But before he could, he heard footsteps from wooden sandals.

The orphan met a nice man, and the nice man is standing in front of the orphan right now.

"Hey, Phil" Ranboo greets sleepily, the rustling sounds of leaves is so relaxing.

"Hey mate" Phil answered, taking a seat in front of Ranboo. "I was dropping off this harvest season's food, and was wondering why you weren't home" he smiled at the sight— The edge of the forest is a good place for Ranboo to live in, there's no one to bother him on days like these "Did they fell asleep on your hand?"

Ranboo looked towards where Phil is gesturing, and gave a "Yeah, we were having a picnic or some sorts" laced with a yawn.

"Good for you, mate" Phil stood up, giving Ranboo a little pat "You have fun, I'm going home— don't sleep too long out here, alright?"

"Okay, Phil"

After that, Ranboo felt a quick wind alongside the sound of wings flapping. And with a yawn, Ranboo closed his eyes.

It's a nice day.

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Again, Thank you so much for the prompt!! :DD

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[under-sedationnn]

asra x reader (request) - "pineapple juice"

anonymous: Number 37 from the 50 types of kisses with Asra (or Valerius if you write for the Courtiers, do you?) 👀

Word Count: approx. 500

prompt list here

37: Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

to answer your question anon, i do not write for the courtiers. i will write for any of the main six tho!! i hope that you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, especially since the prompt is a little more spicy than i generally write ;)

The sweltering heat of Vesuvian summers are damp and suffocating, and not even a calm, steady breeze helps against the rays of sun that beat down on the massive market crowds. Everyone stood fanning themselves, attempting to cool off any way they could. It was futile, though, due to the proximity from person to person. Heavy breathing mingled our exhales in the static air, and heat waves rose from the beaten dirt path and worn cobblestone.

I had left the shop only to pick up a few small things, Asra keeping an eye on the store. On my way back, as I excused myself through the dense crowd of travelers and townspeople, a small fruit stand came into view. Only, it was not full of apples, oranges, bananas, or any other fruit this stand usually sold.

Making my way toward the stand, I asked the owner, "What kind of fruit is this?" It really didn't even look like a fruit; it resembled a sea urchin much more than any plump, soft crops he had ever presented to the market before. My confusion must have shown by my expression, because the merchant only chuckled.

"Ah, these came on the trade ships just this morning! Many of them were shipped to the palace right away, but I was able to smuggle some."

"Right, so, what are they?"

"Oh, yes," he began, clearly having lost his train of thought, "they're called pineapples. They're tropical."

I picked one up and carefully examined it, gently poking the seemingly sharp spines on the side of the fruit. "Hm, alright," I moved it up and down in my palm, mentally weighing the large fruit, "how much do you want for one?"

"Five bit."

"Five? It's one fruit!"

"Yes, but it is a large fruit, and I stole it to sell. Consider it paying for the labor, as well. Five bit, nothing less."

Shifting the small coins between my fingers, I looked between the merchant and the fruit in my hand. He smiled smugly as I handed him the money.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Let's just hope Asra knows how to cut this.

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"Asra, I'm back!" I called as I opened the door to the shop. I found Asra sitting on one of the small cushions we had littered along the floor, drinking a piping cup of tea.

"Seriously, tea in this weather?" I accused.

"It's worth the hot flash that follows," he joked, taking some of the items from my arms and restocking the shelves. "What are you holding?"

"This, apparently, is called a pineapple."

Turning to look at it, his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the fruit. He grabbed it from my hands and began gazing at it with both curiosity and awe. "Where did you get this?"

"The market! From the merchant who sells all the fruit. He said he stole it from one of the merchant ships this morning, so it's a little battered and bruised."

"No, it's just ripe! Wow, Y/n, I haven't had one of these since I was a kid. Muriel and I used to snag them from merchant ships all the time at the docks."

"So I'm assuming that means you know how to cut it?"

Laughing, he responded, "Yes, I know how to cut it. It's not as hard as it looks, promise. Would you like to help?"

"No, thank you," I said, grabbing his abandoned tea from the floor, "but I will definitely let you cut it up and eat some when you're done."

Motioning for me to follow him up the stairs, he said, "Gotcha, go ahead and get some water and sit down."

After trudging my way up the stone steps, I all but collapsed into one of our small dining chairs, pouring myself a cup of slightly warm water and downing it in one go.

"So I'm guessing it's pretty hot at the market," he joked, and I watched his back as he cut up the fruit at the kitchen counter.

"Surprisingly so!" I responded.

"Well, this should serve as a refreshment for you."

Turning to face me, he presented a large bowl of bright yellow fruit. A puddle of juice sat in the bottom of the bowl, and the chunks of pineapple glistened in the bright sunlight filtering in through the windows. It looked delicious.

Before sitting down to join me, he grabbed he smallest chunk he cud find and set it on the table, Faust slithering up the leg to gobble it down quickly.

"Sweet!"

"Well, if Faust approves, then I guess it can't be too bad."

Asra and I both grabbed at the sweetest looking pieces we could find, and I immediately found pleasure in the bursting sweetness and tang of the fruit. Although warm from the weather, the fruit was rejuvenating. I smiled as I chewed, and Asra began to laugh at my expression.

"I told you it was good, didn't I?"

"You did, you did," I said as I grabbed another piece, "you just sometimes have... interesting tastes in food."

"Okay, listen, spicy honey was a good idea!"

"Only in theory," I teased, and he smirked at me, rolling his eyes and leaning forward slowly, "I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth to save my life. It stuck to all of my teeth."

"Well, I make up for it with other skills." He leaned forward still, holding a small chunk of pineapple between his fingers.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Well... I can cut up a pineapple and you can't."

I laughed. "Right, what else?"

He made a face as though he were thinking, and I ate another piece of the fruit. The juice dribbled down my chin and onto my neck, leaving a trail from my mouth. His eyes hazed over slightly, an area of mischief radiating from his person.

"Well," he began, slowly inching forward to lean over the table, "I'm excellent at cleaning up."

I could feel his breath on my skin now, and my breath hitched as he brought his lips to my color bone. He put his hands on top of my own so that they wouldn't leave the table, our sticky, sugary fingers sticking to each other. He slowly placed sloppy kisses all the way to my mouth, licking away any trace of the juice I had left behind. He ended the action with a small kiss to my lips, and I leaned forward as he sat back down in his seat.

Blushing and overheated, he only smirked at me as he ate another piece of the fruit.

I cleared my throat, attempting to return to the previous conversation and rid my head of the thoughts that were now coming to mind.

"I can certainly attest to that. Maybe you could teach me sometime."

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2276 Warnings: mentions of physical/verbal child abuse

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​​​ Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 4 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

The subway doors opened letting people spill out before the anxious crowd pushed their way in. Some people rush to find the best spot, leaning against the railing of the wall or beside the door that leads to the other cars, others look for a seat or grab a pole to hold on to.

Everyone kept to themselves though there’s a knowing look between a few, in search of the source of the terrible odor that fills the car. Summer may almost be over but the use of deodorant should never, ever stop.

You couldn’t wait to be home, not only to save your nose from further inhaling the awful stench but because you needed to prepare your outfit for the following day. You put in to leave work a few hours early and unbeknownst to Maria it was so you could interview at Metro-General with Ms. Rodriguez.

You needed to make a good impression. The deadline for submitting your internship paperwork was quickly approaching and you really wanted to have everything settled.

When you were finally home you kicked off your shoes and swapped your blouse and skirt for a more comfortable pair of leggings and a loose tank top. Your closet was full of options and you pulled down a few hangers but you couldn’t think straight. Your stomach rumbled with hunger so you decided to make something to eat.

Opening the cabinet you found a value sized box of macaroni and cheese, something you had bought on those few occasions you made something at home for when Steve would come over and knowing his appetite, family sized meals were the most appropriate.

Water began to boil on the stove as you went back to the items hanging off the closet door knob. With food on the horizon you were able to decide on a white striped button down with slim navy trousers and beige heels. Some basic jewelry was set aside, nothing too flashy.

As you poured the macaroni into the boiling water you realized just how much food there was going to be but at least you would have leftovers. Chalky orange powder floated in the air as you mixed the “cheese” in with the cooked pasta, stirring around to ensure everything was properly coated.

Setting the food aside you opened your fridge to grab a drink, debating what would go best with mac and cheese before you heard a knock at your door. Steve was at the gym and even though you were overdue to see Wanda you didn’t think she would just drop in without notice.

Looking through the peephole your heart raced. Bucky.

Unlocking the door you pulled it open and smiled at your unexpected visitor. “Hey neighbor.”

He smiled, quickly taking in your casual appearance. Bucky didn’t know you very well but he did know that you were a busy woman and any chance you took to relax should be thoroughly enjoyed.

“Hey Y/N. Sorry to bother you but…” He brought his hand up with a snap, presenting the match to your missing sock. “I think this belongs to you. I hope it does at least, otherwise it would be weird that I stole a random sock,” he laughed.

You reached forward for the sock, immediately recognizing it as yours. Your face questioned how he found it and Bucky explained it must have been left in the washing machine.

“Aww thanks!”

“You’re welcome. Uhh, well, I’ll let you get back to your evening.”

Bucky took a step to walk towards his door before you called out to stop him. He turned around with surprise written on his face.

“So, I kinda made enough mac and cheese to feed a small army and if I’m being honest with myself I know I’ll wind up heating some up in the middle of the night and definitely regretting it.”

Bucky laughed at your admission which made you smile even wider.

“So what I’m trying to get at here is, are you hungry?”

Bucky hadn’t expected to hear that from you and upon further clarification he certainly didn’t expect you to be inviting him inside your apartment, but he happily did so, following behind you.

He stared at your apartment thinking somehow you had so much more space than he did even though the units were identical. He smiled at the delicate decor around your bedding, the feminine curtain framing your bed with soft lights shining through it. It made your bed seem inviting, like a soft cloud floating amongst the starry night sky.

You lead Bucky to your table, pushing books aside and piling stacks of paper on top of them.

“Your place is cute,” Bucky commented as his head continued to look around and observe things.

Two bowls were brought down as you scooped heaping amounts of the mac and cheese into them, placing one in front of Bucky and the other at the empty spot beside him.

“Uh, I’m not actually sure what drinks go with this,” you admitted, chuckling as you turned back to Bucky.

Opening the refrigerator again you called out what you had and Bucky accepted a beer and you snapped open a White Claw and took a sip. He eyed you suspiciously and smirked.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you joked.

Bucky ran his fork through the food, biting his lips to hold back an even bigger smile. “Like what?” he not-so-innocently asked.

“It’s the same look Steve gives me. I know they’re trendy but they’re actually really good!” you defended, taking a forkful of the still steaming macaroni.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Steve?! No, he’s just a really good friend.”

“Oh I just assumed since I know he’s here a lot.”

Your face twisted in confusion, worrying for a moment about the person you let into your apartment until Bucky eased your mind with the words you once told him, “thin walls.”

“Right.” You were partially relieved that your neighbor was not a creepy stalker, but you hoped you hadn’t heard all the times you were venting about him.

“Steve comes over to hang out and watch movies and stuff.”

“Oh, Netflix and chill? Do people still say that?” he wondered out loud.

“I don’t think they do,” you laughed. “Why, you jealous?”

You didn’t believe the words spoken had come out of your mouth. Where that brazen flirtation came from you don’t think you’ll ever know.

Bucky was just as caught off guard, swallowing his food at the same time unexpected nerves bubbled to the surface. “No…” he began.

“I’m just kidding. You don’t seem like the jealous type, especially with your, uh, frequent visitors.” Somehow things didn’t seem as awkward as the last time you brought the subject up.

“Yeah I’m not really a relationship guy,” he said confidently.

You found yourself explaining Steve’s situation with Lillian and how he needed a friend to take his mind off the pain. “I can’t blame him, having your trust broken like that is awful. He’s not ready to get back out there yet.”

Visible dark hair was speckled under his chin as Bucky tipped his head back to take a swig of the bottle. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed mesmerized your eyes, as did the single swipe of his tongue across his plump lips to lick away the excess liquid.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me? I couldn’t tell you what a relationship was if it hit me in the face.”

Lazily you swirled the fork around your food. “I’ve been so busy with school the last few years and working full time on top of it. It’s rare that I meet someone new, let alone devote any time to them.”

You explained the history of your living situation to Bucky and the reason behind all those nights you’ve spent studying at The Grind House.

“That’s definitely stressful,” he let out a sigh. “So why social work?”

Sometimes people know what they want to be from a young age. If they really like animals they might become veterinarians or zoologists. Some people have a knack for science, some for teaching, others for law. Bucky has clearly loved music even before he realized he could make a career of it.

Things were always different for you. There was never a clear choice. You had hobbies but nothing ever stood out and even as you grew older and your interests changed there was still never a distinct path of where you wanted to take your life, not until everything you thought you knew about your best friend had been a lie.

You took a moment to collect yourself before opening up. Throughout your first year of middle school you were seated next to Pietro Maximoff, a friendly, quick witted class clown that made each day brighter.

Pietro’s twin Wanda was separated into a different class but you all shared the same lunch period and became friends. You were never allowed to go to the Maximoff’s house and you didn’t question it too much. You didn’t mind when Wanda hung out in your room after school but she was always in a rush to get home before dinner, before her father got home from work.

It wasn’t until high school that you learned about Django Maximoff and the violence he inflicted on his children. His drinking had always been out of control but he managed it until one day when he was driving and he nearly hit another car. Pietro was worried and questioned if his father was alright, his concerns were answered with a rough fist.

As his drinking increased so did the physical abuse which he enforced over anything. If Pietro ate too quickly Django smacked his head and told him to slow down. If Wanda ate too slow he would kick her shins with heavy boots under the table and tell her to not chew her food like a cow.

Their mother Marya sported bruises that matched her children as Django didn’t hold back with her either. He blamed her and the kids for all the problems they were having. If bills were too high it was because the kids watched too much TV. That problem was solved quickly one night when he threw Pietro into it.

He got the worst of the abuse, often protecting Wanda when he could, telling her to hide in a closet or under the bed as he took each whip of the belt and every spiteful word that spewed from Django’s evil tongue.

Marya wanted to leave Django but he threatened to kill the children in front of her if she tried, he told Wanda and Pietro the same thing and so the family were hostages in their own home, left to keep their painful truth a secret for as long as they could.

You hated the days of Pietro’s absence, selfishly missing the way your friend could always make you laugh when unbeknownst to you he was at home recovering from an injury that was too great to hide at school.

A drunken crash finally removed Django from their lives but the damage was done. Left with large debts and little money Marya struggled to keep a roof over their heads.

Sometimes people do the wrong thing for the right reasons. By the time you were in high school Pietro dropped out and got involved with some bad people. The gang he was with gave him the opportunity to help provide for his mother and Wanda but they protested. Marya was looking into moving somewhere else, declare bankruptcy and start over, start fresh but it was too late.

“Pietro died.” Your voice cracked as the pain of bringing up the memories flooded your heart. “There was a shooting with a rival gang. Piet didn’t even have a gun but he ran out in the middle of everything to protect some kid from the crossfire.”

Bucky noticed the tears that brimmed over your eyes. You took another sip from the can, hoping that as you tipped your head back the tears would retreat. You really didn’t want to cry and make things awkward.

With another deep inhale you continued, “Pietro was robbed of his childhood and nobody did anything to protect him. It always stuck with me, I think about the signs looking back. There should have been someone there to help them, to intervene when they were growing up maybe, just maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

A tear managed to slip out but you wiped it away quickly. You didn’t have to say anymore, Bucky understood why. Every long day at work followed by a longer night of school, every minute you spent devoted to your studies, all of it was worth it to bring you closer to the promise you made yourself, helping the Pietro’s of the world that needed a hand to pull them from the darkness.

Dinner was finished shortly after and Bucky offered to help clean up but you declined. Bringing up the past made you long for a good, deep cry, one you didn’t really want to do in front of your new neighbor.

Bucky lingered at the door before leaving, acting on the thoughts he quickly processed in his mind. He leaned in to hug you, quickly because he wasn’t quite sure if you would be okay with that but firm enough to offer emotional support after you opened up to him. You nearly cried again as you felt his strong hold against you but thankfully you held out, letting the tears slip out after the door shut behind him. Bucky wasn’t so bad after all. 

PART 6

[pinkjeanist]

“the luckiest.” || shouta aizawa

     ⇥ It took you three tries to tell Shouta you were pregnant. [1.6k words - f!reader]

a/n: this song makes me sob. catch it playing at my wedding. [navigation]

“You said you’ve been experiencing fatigue, nausea, and vomiting...do you know when your last period was?” 

“Uh…” You pulled out your phone to check your health app for the date, even though you knew well enough that you were long overdue. “Over a month ago, by a couple weeks.”

“Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?”

You’d known the question was coming. You were asked about it at almost every visit to the doctor’s, and the answer was always “yes,” but that answer seemed a little too close for comfort, now. After reading article after article online about what your symptoms could mean, just hearing Recovery Girl ask the question cemented the conclusion you’d now come to in your mind.

Your hand gripped the arm of the chair. “Yes.”

She looked over her visor at you, pausing in her typing. “You seem especially worried about that. Do we need to do a test?”

“I mean…” You sighed, breath quivering. “...I guess that’s the only reasonable thing to do.”

She fished out a test after a while of searching around her office and gave it to you to use the next morning. You held the box in your hands, but couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Recovery Girl came to sit next to you.

“I have a feeling you don’t want a baby?”

You sighed and shook your head. “No, I do, I just...I don’t know if Shouta does. We’ve never really talked about it, so I don’t know…” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I want a baby. I’ve wanted one with him even before we got married. But he’s always had enough kids on his hands to satisfy any want for one of his own, I think…” 

“Well, you can never know for sure unless you ask him!” You gave another long sigh at that. She set her cane aside to take your hand in both of her own. “There are always options. Even if you both aren’t ready now, that doesn’t mean you won’t be ready later. And you never know- you might not even be pregnant to begin with!” 

You stilled for a long moment, then nodded with a swallow. “You’re right. I just need to talk to him.”

“Have the conversation with him even if it comes out negative. Doctor’s orders.” She slid down from the chair and grabbed her cane, moving to sit back at her desk. You didn’t even know if she was a certified nurse, but you trusted her. Well, you trusted her enough, anyway.

The next morning, you slipped out of bed before the sun to take the test. Shouta didn’t think anything of it when you slipped back into bed and held him close. You didn’t cry until he’d gone off early to work.

Yeah. You were definitely gonna have to have the baby talk with him. 

-

It took you three tries to tell him.

The first time, you may or may not have chickened out, even though you knew the time you had left to make a decision about whether to keep it was running out. You didn’t even know why you were so nervous; you knew he would love you and support you no matter what, and you’d rehearsed your little speech over it a million times in the mirror that morning. But when you finally found a good time to tell him, you were at a loss for words.

It had been after work when you’d both come home with the intent of having a quiet, slow night in. Shouta said he’d make dinner for you, since there weren’t many nights lately where he’d had the chance, and you sat at the table with him in a painful silence. You were usually quiet when you ate, seeing as how you were trying to eat, but he noticed something off right away nevertheless. 

“What happened?”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his own.

He poked at his food but kept your gaze. “You’re upset. Did something happen?”

Yes, you wanted to say, something did happen. It was a happening that he should very well know about, and was of utmost urgency, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. So instead, you told him: “I just...I’m a little tired. The kids took a lot out of me today.” 

It wasn’t completely untrue, you supposed, but you still felt bad, and you could tell that he still didn’t believe you. But he didn’t press, and you didn’t tell him what was really wrong. And so you ate in silence.

By the second time you’d tried to tell him, you had finally found the confidence to do so, but Shouta was called on an emergency job after work when you’d both planned on talking. He wasn’t home until late that night, and was too tired and beaten to do anything more than go to bed, so you went to bed with him and kept to yourself.

When you actually told him, though, it was by accident.

It was a few mornings after that night, and a week after you’d found out you were pregnant. You’d immediately gone to the bathroom to vomit upon waking, and then proceeded to the kitchen to eat half a breadloaf’s worth of toast. He woke up some time after you and stood in the doorway, watching you take another piece of toast from the buttered pile on your plate.

“Good morning, Grumpy,” You called him by his nickname, then chugging some water. His brow furrowed at you.

“That’s an awful lot of toast.”

“Yeah. This baby has me starving.” 

He blinked. You looked up, blinked back, and then froze.

“You’re-”

“I’m pregnant.” 

He stilled. “Oh.” 

You furrowed your brow. “What did you think I was gonna say?” 

“That you’re having cravings?? I don’t know, I thought you meant “baby” figuratively.” He came to sit down next to you and stole a piece of toast from your pile. He bit down into it and swallowed before he finally realized: “Oh fuck. You’re pregnant.”

“I said that!” You hit his arm gently as anxiousness climbed up your throat. You felt like you were going to vomit again, but not so much because of morning sickness, now. He looked at you with an expression you didn’t recognize, and becoming impatient, you asked, “I mean...what do you think?”

“Well...you’re the one growing it. I want to have it. I don’t think I could tell you how much I’ve wanted to have a baby with you...but it’s up to you if we’re keeping it.”

“You say “growing” as if it’s a melon or something.” 

“It’s gonna look like one in a few months.” You hit him playfully again, and felt a million times better when he smiled. He took your hand and ran his thumb over your knuckles. “I mean, It’s not a bad thing. You’re gonna look amazing. And then you’re still going to look amazing with a baby in your arms.” 

You felt your breath escape you as your eyes grew wet. “So you...we’re really doing this? You want to be a dad?” 

“Well now that you’ve told me...I don’t think there’s anything I want more.” 

You didn’t think about what his reaction would be when you told him. You already knew he wouldn’t be one of those people that jumped up and down and started screaming the news to the world, but you also hadn’t expected him to be so calm. You didn’t mind his cool about it, though.

Well, he had his wits about him until he started to cry, anyway. 

“I’m gonna be a dad.” You started to cry with him, feeling all of the stress and nervousness from the past week finally overflow. It felt good, though, crying with him. It was like you were turning all of that panic into joy- a joy that he chipped into with his own emotion. “You’re gonna be a mom.” 

“We kind of already are. You basically adopted Eri and your entire class.” You sobbed, squeezing his hand with a smile. You talked as if you weren’t weeping. 

“They’re all going to want to be godparents…” He choked with a smile. “...I’m not ready for that conversation with them…” 

“Oh, they’re gonna be so happy, Shouta, I’m so happy…” 

“I’m happy, too.” You couldn’t even comprehend the level of agreement in his voice. You knew what he was saying was true, and you didn’t even know why you’d been nervous. Of course he wanted a baby. A part of you felt like you’d known that all along.

He sniffed, but let his tears stain his cheeks. “How far in are you?” 

“I don’t know. I should probably go to the doctor to see.” You scooted your chair closer to rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you, and you sniffled as you did the same. “Will you come with me?”

“You already know I will.” He grabbed at your body to hold you impossibly closer even still. You breathed him in as the last of your full-blown sobs simmered into hiccups. 

After a while, he murmured into your hair: “Thank you.”

You huffed with humor. “You should thank my birth control for totally beefing it with this one.” 

He pinched your side, making you giggle and hit his chest playfully back. You spoke up, “We should probably go to work.”

“God, no. We’re staying home and cuddling.” The aggression in his response made you giggle again. You kept an arm around him as you went back to eating your now-cold toast, and he kept his side pressed against yours as he made a quick call to Yuuei before eating with you. 

It would have felt normal were it not for the literal being festering in your belly, but not-so-normal was okay, you supposed. Shouta seemed content with the not-so-normalcy as well, which was all you needed for comfort. Well, the toast was pretty comforting, too. 

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[gardenerian]

tagged by the lights of my life @abundanceofnots and @whatwouldmickeydo

name: mel

single or taken: taken implies that like. he stole me? but. that.

crushing: i guess you could call it that asdkjhfoaskl

height: 5’2 (erasing the 9 from ellie's post and putting 2 was really sad for me. also i always thought i was closer to 5'3 but at the doctor recently i learned i am like a full 1/2 inch shorter than i thought 😔 )

favorite color: blue!

girl best friend / boy best friend: umm. idk friends are friends, do i even have a best friend? what gender are they?? boring!

ever wanna get married: i've been with my partner for nine years, we're basically and old married couple already. i would like to make it legal though. insurance pls?

want kids: i'd really rather not

snapchat: no thx

thai zodiac sign: capricorn??? no indeed.

last drink: a lil earl grey tea

goth, emo or both: lmao okay my friends in middle school used to make so much fun of me (terrible friends, really) for being emo but i WASN'T i just listened to death cab and they didn't Get It asdfhakd but i say you do you?

glasses: nope

makeup: i rarely wear it in the covid times but i do like a lil eyeliner or fun lip color from time to time

cat or dog: catttttttt

evil or good: good 😌

favorite sport: swimming!

favorite animal: c-a-t (kev: i know that one! that's a cat!)

weird: sure am!

weird fact: i was once told i was gluten intolerant so i ate gluten free for FIVE YEARS but still felt like ass all the time.... eventually i saw a doctor that was like "yeah you don't need to be doing this" ajsdfhaokajdh it fucked me UP to switch back

do you have haters: surely yes come out let's fight

funny or nah: only to myself usually

apple or samsung: apple please release me

smart: the noggin gets the job done. except when it doesn't.

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[naminethewriter]

Breaking The News

Second Part of the Remus and His Daughter Series     ⬅First | Next➡ 

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Characters: Patton, Roman, Virgil, Logan

Relationships: platonic LAMP

Rating: T

Words: 2,665

Summary:  After Patton's encounter with Remus, he has to tell his friends about it. It's not as easy as it sounds.

While Patton was searching through his pockets to find his keys, he could already hear Roman inside. Most likely he was practicing his lines for his new show that would premier next month. Roman was the lead (which wasn’t a surprise anymore at this point) and when he’d come home with the news, a huge smile on his lips, Patton had given him a bear hug, baked a cake and called Virgil and Logan over for a celebration (you know, like they did every time). Patton was pretty sure that by now, Roman not only knew his own lines but almost the entire play by heart but he guessed a little extra practice never hurt anyone. Plus he loved watching Roman perform, even if it was just rehearsal.

Finally Patton located his keys, pushed them into the lock and opened the door. After closing it behind him, he hung his keys on their hook on the wall. He slipped out of his shoes and hung up his jacket on the coat rack. (He hadn’t really needed it – it was warm enough – but better be safe than sorry!)

 “I’m home!” Patton called into the now quiet apartment; Roman must’ve heard the door. A moment later, his head appeared in the entrance of their living room.

 “Welcome back, padre! Perfect timing, too. There are a few lines I’d like to run by you if you don’t mind?” Roman asked, giving him a puppy look he knew Patton couldn’t refuse. Not that he wanted to. Actually he was glad to be given an excuse to postpone the discussion about his earlier encounter with Remus until later.

 “Sure, kiddo! Just let me slip into something more comfortable and grab a snack,” Patton said cheerfully.

 “Great!” Roman disappeared back into the living room while Patton went to his own room.

 A few minutes later, Patton entered their living room, now dressed in a loose sweater and long skirt with a plate of apple slices (the healthy snack) and cookies (the tasty snack). Roman was pacing up and down, staring at his script and muttering under his breath. With a fond smile, Patton sat down on their couch.

 “Alright, Super Star! Lay it on me!” Roman grinned at him and handed him the script.

 “Wonderful! So in this scene…” Roman began to enthusiastically explain the context of the lines he wanted to work through, occasionally drifting off into sub-plots or character analysis, making his explanation longer than it needed to be. But Patton didn’t mind. He listened with rapt attention, asked a few questions here and there and slowly ate his snacks. After around 40 minutes, Roman put his pen down after writing the last few notes, looked them over and gave a satisfied nod.

 “Thank you so much, padre. I feel much better about this part now!”

 “You’re welcome,” Patton said with a smile on his lips. “Glad I could be of help!”

 “You always are!” Roman pulled Patton into a hug that he gladly reciprocated. “But I think it is time we prepare for game night. Logan and Virgil are gonna come down in less than an hour!” Patton glanced at the clock and saw that he was right. Roman had let go of him and started to clean up a bit. Patton joined him, fixing the couch while worrying his bottom lip. Should he tell Roman now? Having to repeat himself would be inconvenient but he couldn’t tell how Roman would react to knowing Remus was back. Sure they fought last time they’d seen each other but they were still brothers, right? Roman still cared for Remus, didn’t he?

 Patton had gotten so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t realised that he had stopped smoothing out the couch pillows until Roman called out to him.

 “Patton? Are you alright?” He hovered a few steps away, unsure if he was allowed to touch, worry etched on his face. Patton blinked at him, surprised. He tried to smile reassuringly but he could see Roman’s brows furrowing, so he probably failed.

 “I’m fine, it’s just…” He trailed off, fiddling with the pillow in his hands. Most likely Roman would get mad on instinct, like always when Remus was mentioned. So it would probably be for the best to give him some time to cool down before the others arrived and then he could give a more detailed explanation. He looked to Roman who was patiently waiting for him to continue. Patton took a deep breath.

 “I saw Remus today.” Cautiously, he observed his roommate’s reaction. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Roman was frozen, his worry for Patton still on his face. Then, as if time needed to catch up, many other emotions flickered through his eyes, only a handful of which Patton could catch. There was anger, of course, totally expected but also confusion, sorrow (maybe?) and even a slight sliver of hope. Or maybe that was Patton’s wishful thinking. Finally he settled on, what Patton could best describe as, displeasure.

 “Where?”

 “The mall, on my way back. We didn’t speak though.” Roman gave a sharp nod.

 “I see. Probably for the best. Doubt he’d have anything nice to say anyway,” he practically spit out. Patton wanted to disagree but Roman continued before he could.

 “I’m gonna go change now.” He left, leaving no room for protest. Not that Patton had wanted to. Roman needed time to process, he got that. It had been the right decision, to tell him first. Patton put the pillow down, gave the room a once-over and, deeming it presentable, moved to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner for the four of them.

   By the time Logan and Virgil arrived, Roman still hadn’t come out of his room. The food was nearly ready when Patton let their two friends in, giving both of them a hug before hurrying back into the kitchen. The other two followed after him. Logan moved to help set the table while Virgil remained by the door, looking around.

 “Where’s Princey?”

 “In his room. He wanted to change.” Virgil nodded, relaxing a bit. Normally Roman would have greeted them at the door as well and the deviation from their routine had caused his anxiety to spike. But hearing Patton’s reassurance eased it again. The three of them together finished preparing dinner and once they were nearly done, Patton asked Virgil to get Roman. He left with a grumble. Logan and Patton finished up and sat down in silence which made it easy to hear the exchange down the hall.

 “Yo, Prince Fancypants” A knock (or maybe a kick, hopefully not) echoed. “Dinner’s ready, you ‘coming?” A muffled response, barely audible from the table before a door opened.

 “Greetings, Emo-Nemo, how nice to have you almost break my door down!” Roman sounded alright, in Patton’s opinion, maybe he wasn’t as worked up as he had feared.

 “Emo-Nemo? Seriously? Also I only kicked your door once, if it broke from that it’s just as weak as that nickname.” They continued their banter on the way back to the table where Roman greeted Logan with his usual gusto but Patton noticed he was avoiding looking at him. It stung a bit, but Patton understood. Remus was a sore subject for all of them and he did bring it up out of nowhere. So he kept on smiling and they fell into pleasant conversation over dinner. Toward the end however, Patton grew quiet, trying to plan out what he was going to say, even if that was never his strong suit. Logan noticed.

 “Are you alright, Patton?” he asked. “You seemed somewhat distracted since we have arrived.” Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on him. Being the centre of attention was another thing that Patton couldn’t count toward his strengths but at one point this evening it would have been necessary anyway. Better now when it seemed like everyone had finished eating. Patton took a deep breath.

 “Well…” He paused, all his preparation flying out of the window when he couldn’t find the right words. “There is something I need to tell you.” He spoke slowly, carefully. Logan raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt. “Something happened on my way home and…” He didn’t get any further because Virgil suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide which startled him into silence.

 “Shit, Pat, did someone attack you? I should’ve gone with you, I had a bad feeling through our shift, but I didn’t think…” Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping his rant, his breathing now a bit rapid.

 “Deep breaths, Virgil. I am sure if Patton had sustained any form of physical or emotional trauma we would have been informed earlier.” Virgil nodded, the movement still a bit too sharp but he followed Logan’s breathing to calm back down.

 “Yeah, kiddo, I promise it’s nothing bad, it’s just –“ Patton stole a glance at Roman, who had his gaze fixed away from all of them, mouth set in a hard line. “– complicated.” Logan’s eyes flickered between the two of them, apparently picking up on the tension but choosing not to comment.

 “Alright…” Virgil said, sounding not completely convinced but at least he was breathing evenly again. Patton cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. ‘Just rip the bandage off, come on,’ he thought to himself before taking a deep breath.

 “I walked back from work through the mall again today,” he began, “to window shop, y’know, maybe visit the shelter, like I do sometimes.” He swallowed, staring at his dirty plate to avoid eye contact, his hands fiddling with a crease on his skirt. “And I ran into Remus, well not literally, I just saw him from across the hall and we didn’t even speak, but…”

 “Hold on!” Virgil interrupted again, but not in panic this time. “You mean Remus as in –“ He pointed at Roman. “– his twin brother, Remus?”

 “Yeah.”

“What? How? When? Why?!?” Virgil sputtered loudly.

 “Erm…” Patton was confused by the barrage of questions.

 “None of those questions are relevant right now, Virgil, especially since he has already told us when and how and cannot answer why. It seems to have been a complete coincidence, am I correct, Patton?”

 “Oh, um, yeah. He seemed to be as surprised to see me as I him at least.”

 “So he did see you? You said you did not speak to him, I assumed he didn’t notice you,” Logan said and adjusted his glasses.

 “No, he did see me, he was just otherwise occupied.”

 “What is that supposed to mean?” Virgil asked, exasperated. Roman scoffed.

 “He was probably flirting with some poor fellow; you know how he is.”

 “Actually, it was pretty much the opposite…”

 “Someone was flirting with him..?” asked Virgil, now unsure.

 “No, no flirting whatsoever. He was there with a kid.”

 “What he’s hanging out with teenagers now?” Roman rolled his eyes. “Not that surprising, honestly, he was always immature.”

 “Could you two please just let Patton finish his explanation?” Logan cut in, his tone sharp. Virgil looked a bit sheepish and Roman scoffed again, avoiding eye contact once more but neither said anything else. Logan motioned for Patton to continue.

 “When I first noticed him, he was standing alone further down the hall and on the other side, staring at something I couldn’t see. I was so caught off guard that I ended up staring.” Patton once again started nervously fiddling with his skirt. “Suddenly he crouched down and this little girl, maybe ten years old, came up to him with ice cream. He picks her up, sees me and we awkwardly wave at each other before the two of them disappear into the crowd.” He helplessly shrugs at the end of his explanation and waits for the others to react.

 For several moments there was silence.

 “Great!” Roman suddenly said loudly, throwing his arms up dramatically. “My brother��s a kidnapper now, just wonderful.” Logan raised an eyebrow.

 “You believe he kidnapped her? For what reason would he do that?”

 “How should I know? I haven’t known what goes on in his head since we were nine! But as if there are any children who would spend time with Remus willingly.” Patton opened his mouth to protest but Virgil spoke first.

 “Do you think she’s the only one or are there more?”

 “Could be! I wouldn’t put it past him. He gets obsessed with the weirdest stuff.”

 “His ‘obsessions’, as you call them, were always academical in nature, he never would inflict any harm on others, intentionally. If he needed a test subject, he would always use himself before anyone else,” Logan protested.

 “And how do you know that, Mr. Research Assistant? I’ve known him my entire life and even I don’t know the boundaries of his insanity! He might not even have any!”

 “You are being ridiculous, Roman. Just because you don not like him, you cannot just assume that he would harm children for some sort of thrill or –“

 “Maybe we should call the police.”

 “See, Virgil’s on my side.”

 “I mean, just as a precaution, he might be dangerous.”

 “You are working off assumptions from five years ago, you cannot –“

 “Oh shut it, Specs, the police can at least make sure he’s not harming anyone –“

 “Nobody’s calling the police!” Patton’s sudden volume cut them all off. He had stood up and was now glaring at them. His eyes softened at their shocked expressions. He took a deep breath and continued calmly.

 “Look, I know Remus did some bad stuff, I won’t defend him on that, but Logan’s right: he never hurt anybody on purpose, at least not physically. And when we dated, neither of us were in a good place and yes, he hurt me badly but that was five years ago. We all changed, so could he, for better or worse. From what I could tell that girl seemed really comfortable with him. Plus Roman, didn’t you say Remus was good with kids when your cousins were visiting one Thanksgiving?” Roman mumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue.

 “We also have no viable information to give the police,” Logan spoke up. ”We have no address, he might have changed his name and none of us have spoken to him in five years. Filing a report would be ludicrous.” He stood up. “Now I believe we should all take a few minutes to calm down before proceeding with the games. If you would excuse me.” He moved to leave the kitchen while simultaneously pulling out his phone.

 “What are you doing?” Virgil asked, eyeing his phone. Logan glanced at him, barely slowing down.

 “I am going to call Janus. Considering that Remus used to be his best friend, I am sure he would be grateful to know that he is indeed still alive.” With that he disappeared down the hall. Silence enveloped the kitchen once again and Patton sat back down. A door opened and closed somewhere in the apartment. Virgil and Roman both pointedly avoided eye contact. After a few moments, Patton sighed.

 “Look, I know you two had your problems with Remus, so did I. And I’m honestly not sure how to feel about this either but regardless of all that, I’m glad to know he’s ok. He’s still a friend and your brother, Roman. Who knows, we might not see him again for another five years. See the positives?” He glanced between the two, waiting for their responses. Virgil just gave a slight nod and Roman pouted, though he did look at least a little bit guilty. Patton gave them a small smile.

 “Alright, kiddos. I’m gonna go set up the living room. You come over once you’re ready, ok?” Two hums were his answer which he could understand as agreements. Satisfied he moved towards the living room but paused in the kitchen doorway.

  “Oh, and if you could clean up the table, that would be great!” Roman and Virgil groaned in unison.

[darkicedragon]

darkicedragon kinda talked abt it before buuuut, frankenstein chaos god, tao smaller trickster/spider god m21, wordsmith/sharp tongue takeo, archer/seeing

muzakas either the god of sleep (or thats possibly rai :joy: ), or wolves and/or travel kentas is prob the fighting god aZure what would M's power do? o3o yes Muzaka being a god of travel but represented by wolves uwu Kentas just likes to punch stuff darkicedragon m21s who poets and writers pray to, when theyve got writers/inspiration block. either that or m21s the one they blame for controlling their tongues when they lose their temper, haha or maybe m21s the god of thieves aZure and also Franken and Muzaka being v good friends bc neither are tied to a place so they just travel the world together mostly Muzaka tagging along when Franken feels the calling of chaos

darkicedragon yessssss 'why do you keep me company? surely there are other places you want to see' 'with you around, ill see everywhere eventually, and theres always somethin' interestin' going on wherever you go' 'hm. ...yes, i enjoy your company as well, since you dont mind what i do, and you are rather handy in a pinch' ^--^/)}} aZure OK but consider Tao as trickster god and M as thief god and both are minor chaos gods and the lil shits stir trouble for travellers, tricking and stealing from them and Muzaka is like ò0ó and basically picks them up by their scruff like kittens and goes to talk to their dad, Franken only Franken isn't aware he has kids "Your kids are messing with my travellers!" "My - my what?" darkicedragon oh god, they split off from him like separate pieces of ds aZure "Here, these are yers, take responsibility" darkicedragon takeo is the facade part of a trickster and the patient, waiting and watching part before a trick or chaos is set into motion aZure yesss XDDD Franken not being aware that he... um... had kids maybe he was just reborn as a chaos god and uh the kids are new darkicedragon haha 'why do you think they're my children? they look nothing like me' 'you really cant sense the chaos rolling off 'em, huh?' aZure "I - hmmm" "Just give'em a place to stay. I know what's like to not have a home and they're just kids." darkicedragon 'im not a kid!!' //head ruffle// 'yeeeah, you are' aZure ofc Muzaka stays a lil while bc gotta make sure the kids will be okay and him making food for them bc he's got camping skills I think Franken will kinda take the kids in bc he remembers his awakening when he just came to be and was all alone with nothing but a divine drive darkicedragon would frankenstein wonder if they would take over for him eventually, or wonder abt how they would grow into their own godhood (bc small tricks, thievery and watching Feels Small compared to the society unbalancing stuff he does). though frankenstein also probably knows abt how one small action can make an entire cascade of chaos, so hmmm darkicedragon does frankenstein eat if hes a Major God and basically feeds off chaos aZure YESSS QwQ imagine Franken fearing they will simply... replace him when the current him ceases to be but after all, that's the course of life but the trio growing into their own versions of chaos and yes they seem small, compared to what Franken can do, but they're still his kids and sometimes, their little tricks burn cities M stole a simple thing, perhaps a royal sigil, and the royal family fell because of it so maybe Franken smiling when they remind him of himself aZure he can eat he doesn't need to just like I imagine Muzaka doesn't need to eat, but eats bc he likes to darkicedragon muzaka just like //face palm// when he realises frankensteins never eaten 'why do i need to?' 'bc it tastes great!!!' tao just like //nod nod nod// m21 might also have eaten, bc hes tied to the desperation that leads ppl to steal aZure Tao ate bc shiny M ate bc hungry/desperate Takeo never ate anything darkicedragon yeeeep takeo just politely taking the apple from muzaka. he knows he can eat it, and seen mortals do it, but yeah, never felt the need to do it himself aZure "C'mon, try it! It's so good!' Takeo like >^< bc Muzaka is too energetic for him and ruffles his hair a lot darkicedragon takeo def hangs out more closer to frankenstein, haha. taos off with muzaka, and m21 doesnt really care so just stays where he is aZure Muzaka keeps an eye on M, cuz his travellers are the easiest targets "Why did you steal that?" "It wasn't theirs. They stole it first!" "Huh?" "They stole it first from the farm near the windmill." "So you're gonna take it back?" "... the old lady there gave me milk." M like =^= cuz he's not doing this bc he likes it it's just he's paying back his debt darkicedragon yep. def muzaka when he finds out one of m21s forms is a fox or something, aha. 0w0!! aZure M is smol and maybe when he gets hurt he pwoofs into that form darkicedragon or when m21 needs to run aZure bc big wolf god Muzaka snarling and protecting the lil bean M is both like >-> bc why did Muzaka protecc him but also ònó bc now he owes him darkicedragon ahahaha thieves honour aZure >w> <w< Franken realizing with horror that he can sense the trio bc he can feel their pain and him losing it Muzaka has to stop him bc his anger disrupts the peace in the whole region darkicedragon huehuehuehue things just start dying around him, and storms start forming aZure YESSS ÒwÓ Muzaka has to stop him bc he feels the change feels wars start from nothing, feels the worst happening, illnesses that should heal develop into deadly diseases darkicedragon travel routes ending aZure Muzaka taking Franken by the hand "They're not worth it." "My children aren't worth it?!?!" "The mortals aren't." darkicedragon ehehehe. 'theyre strong and resiliant. theyll keep surviving until we reach  'em' aZure "For the mortals' sake, I hope you're right." Franken curled up around the bbies after they save them a lil owq??? bc he doesn't understand what happened he just took them in bc he knew their loneliness but he didn't expect them to grown on him like that or for him to lose his composure so badly when they were hurt or for Muzaka to stick with him through it all darkicedragon yessssss muzaka snoozing  on the other side in wolf form so theyre completely protected aZure yesss and it makes even Franken feel at ease

[k-llama-llama]

She’s a Thief

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Rei x Seventeen

When Rei and Taemin really met.

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Rei made her way backstage, heading towards their dressing room. After a long day of taping, she was starving, and even though Mingyu had promised to take her out for dinner after they were done, she couldn’t wait any longer.

She knew there wasn’t any food in their dressing room, but surely there would be a table set up somewhere for the staff of the music show. All she wanted was to steal an apple or something - anything that would fill her stomach and get her through the rest of the day.

She passed a room and glanced in, looking away before something caught her eye and pulled her attention back.

Sitting on the dressing table was a box of perfect, chocolate and sprinkle covered donuts.

Rei took a step back, peeking into the door. The room was completely empty. There were bags dumped in the corner, with makeup and things set up on the table.

She stepped in, walking over to the donuts. It looked like someone had already eaten a few. She knew that it was a terrible idea, but what were the chances that they would notice one more missing.

And never mind that it was completely against her diet. Her red dress was tightfitting, but loose enough that it could probably hide one donut.

Rei’s mind was made up. She reached forward, picking up a donut off of the edge of the tray.

“What are you doing in here?”

Rei spun quickly, the donut still held up to her mouth.

Taemin was standing in front of her, the cords of a mic pack in his hand and covered in sweat. Clearly he’d just been on stage.

Which meant she’d just tried to steal a donut from his dressing room.

“I’m really sorry but fans aren’t supposed to be back here.” He gave an apologetic smile, but he was backing towards the door, obviously to call someone to get the random girl out of his room.

“I’m not a fan!” She exclaimed.

“What?”

“I mean...I am, because you’re awesome.” He was still backing away. “But I’m not a fan right now. I’m Rei.”

He just stared blankly at her.

“From Seventeen.” She said helpfully.

“Oh.” His eyes widened as he realized. “I’m sorry, I should have recognized you.”

“It’s okay, we barely met like two years ago. I’m not really that memorable so....” She trailed off.

Taemin’s gaze zeroed in on the donut in her hand. “Is that one of mine?”

“Uh, yes.” She held it out. “Do you want it back?”

“You can have it.” He gave a small smile. “But why did you come in here to take it?”

“Because I’ve been told I’m not allowed to eat until filming is over.” She grumbled. “And I’ve been here since like six AM and I’m starving.”

“So you decided to steal my donuts?” Taemin smiled, walking into the room. He set his mic on the table, and opened a bottle of water.

“Just one donut, thank you very much.” Rei snarked. And then her eyes widened. She bowed quickly. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be speaking informally, especially after I just stole from you and I-”

“It’s okay.” Taemin laughed. “Eat the donut, I really don’t mind.”

Rei took a bite, thankful that as long as she was chewing she couldn’t say more to dig her own grave. 

“I saw the choreography for your new song.” Taemin said absentmindedly. “It looks amazing.”

“Yeah, Hoshi’s a genius.” Rei nodded. “But he always makes it really hard. Which would be a lot better if they didn’t put be in these stupid dresses.”

“You’re not a dancer?”

Rei snorted, taking another bite of her donut. “I can dance. I’m just not a natural. They had to train me from the ground up.”

“But Seventeen has always had intense choreography, right?” Taemin tilted his head.

Rei nodded. “Yeah. But I mean....they were trying to turn me into a dancer before we even debuted.”

“How long were you training for?”

“I became a trainee when I was twelve.” Rei told him. “And been with the boys for almost all of that time.”

“I started young too.” Taemin told her. “But I’ve always been a dancer.”

“Aren’t you like the best?” Rei tilted her head.

Taemin laughed slightly. “I think that might be a bit much.”

Rei shrugged. “That’s not what everyone says.”

“Are you going to argue with me about how good of a dancer I am?”

“I’m right, so not much of an argument.” Rei caught herself and gave another quick bow. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He laughed. “You’re funny.”

Rei beamed. “Thanks.”

She went to take another bite of her donut, only to realize that it was gone.

“Well, that’s it then.” She sighed. “I should go back before people come looking for me.”

“You might want to wipe the chocolate off your face.”

“What?” Rei rushed to the mirror, ending up right next to Taemin as she hunted for the chocolate in her reflection. There wasn’t any.

“Ha Ha.” She frowned at him.

“I can be funny too.” He laughed. “Do you-”

“Who are you?”

They both turned, finding Taemin’s manager and a stylist standing the door.

“I’m just on my way out.” Rei bowed quickly, hurrying out the door. Taemin looked like he wanted to say more, but she was in the hallway before he could.

She was walking in the general direction of Seventeen’s dressing room when she heard someone call her name.

“Rei! Rei, wait up!”

She turned, finding Taemin speed-walking towards her.

“I didn’t steal anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know.” He laughed, coming to a stop in front of her. “I’d offer you another donut, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “They’ll probably find out about the first one anyways. I’m not the best liar.”

“You know...if you....” Taemin swallowed slightly. “If you don’t have plans, I could take you out to dinner tonight.”

Rei was sure her mouth dropped open. “Dinner?”

“Yeah, a real meal. Since you...you seem hungry.” The excuse was lame, but Rei was too busy trying to process to realize it.

“I....I could do dinner tonight.” She said weakly. She’d have to cancel with Mingyu, but he would understand. Jeez, would she have to tell them where she was going?

“Good.” Taemin smiled, holding out his phone. “Put in your number, and I’ll text you the details.”

“Sounds good.” Rei entered her number, handing the phone back. “But I should really get back now.”

“Right, go.” Taemin grinned. “But don’t forget about tonight, okay?”

Rei nodded. “I literally couldn’t do that if I tried.”

Taemin gave her another wave, and then hurried back down the hall. Rei was slightly dazed as she walked into her dressing room, her eyes on the floor.

“Rei?”

She looked up at Seungcheol, surprised to find him standing in front of her. “Yeah?”

He crossed his arms. “You ate something didn’t you?”

[cloveroctobers]

HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him? 

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

[arsenic-posts-shit]

~+Blue Hours+~

Here’s the sequel to Golden Hours! The next one will be coming out soon. I may rewrite it since at the moment it’s kind of just filler... But we’ll see what happens! Also check out Louie Zong on Youtube, especially his Nature and Apple playlist! They’re what inspired this. Also reader is a writer since I inspire to be one someday. Plus light swearing.

-+The night was quiet. Very peaceful, but quiet.

…Okay it wasn’t very quiet. The fire roared in front of us, the tv quietly playing above it. Neither of us were paying attention to the movie. I won the thrilling battle of rock paper scissors and chose one of the movies from my favorite series. I don’t remember which one at this point. Not like it really mattered. All I needed was the warmth from the fire, the comfort of my home, and… him. I glanced away from the fire.

“...What in the world are you doing?” He turned to me, grinning as he stole the cushions off my couch. Doing so revealed an abundance of coins and crumbs. He gently brushed off any that got on the bottom of the cushions.

“Building a pillow fort.” A small giggle escaped me. Gross. I arose from my blanket cocoon, ignoring the small spur of dizziness before making my way into the kitchen. I pulled out two chairs and placed them in the middle of the living room. Sadly, there were only two. I lived alone and hardly ever had company, so what was the use of having more? We slowly began to build up a mediocre pillow fort, made up with couch cushions, blankets, a couple of boxes I found from packages, etc. Though it wasn’t perfect, and... a little small for the both of us, but we could make due. I crawled inside towards the back, taking my laptop with me. My deadline was soon and, though I was done, I want to get at least 30 pages of the next story done.

“How’s the next story going?” He crawled in and sat next to me. I had left a decent amount of space near the front, but he had decided to sit next to me. Uh oh. Did I smell okay?

“Oh. It’s done.”

“The one due Friday?” His eyebrows raised. “Already? You started it two weeks ago.” I slowly nodded. His expression quickly dropped and he groaned, shifting in his seat. “Seriously? When was the last time you took time for yourself?” I thought about it for a minute. When was the last time I did anything for myself? I mean… I watched a movie the other day. But I didn’t really pay attention to it… Like at all. Wait, when was the last time I ate? Huh. Well, maybe I’ll try to be funny.

“Well… I’m taking time for myself right now.” I grinned, snickering. Nice. He shook his head.

“I guess so.” He looked back towards the fireplace. It stared back, intensely flickering even though the air was still. Well shit. I huffed quietly, opening my laptop and logging in to my pages to begin working. A few quiet minutes passed without fault, both of us just peacefully sitting in silence. At least, I thought so. “Hey.” My eyes flicked up to him. “Can you go get us some snacks? I didn’t grab any like an idiot.” He mumbled, light laughter rumbling from him. I shook my head, my lips twitching as I tried to hold down my smile. Of course he didn’t think to grab snacks. My laptop was gently placed aside and I traveled into the kitchen, which felt a bit bigger now that the chairs were gone. All that was left was a small table in the middle. You could almost fit a small party of people in here now. I busied myself with grabbing a couple bags of variety chips and other bagged snacks, and some sodas. When I returned to the fort, I sat back down in my previous seat next to him. My hands roamed the blankets around and behind me, but… no laptop.

“Hey… Mondo?” He looked up, a cheeky look on his face. “Where’s my laptop?” His eyes searched around the tent, before he aimlessly shrugged. It was very animated for him. I groaned. “Seriously?? Did you let it save?!” He nodded.

“Yes, but you need to take a break.” I groaned louder, dramatically flopping over. My arm splayed into his lap. Though it was nice he cared, I need to stay ahead of the game… that way, I’m always prepared for a deadline. But.. I guess that can wait for now, if Mondo really wants me to spend some time with him. A small smile spread across my lips. Okay, it’s really nice that he cares. Hopefully, if I ever get the balls to confess, and he rejects me… we can stay friends. Maybe then Leon will quit harassing me about it. “It’s so obvious to everyone else, man, let him out of the dark! His skull is just too thick to process it!” I’m starting to really get what he means. Through every crush I’ve ever had, which is a lot, they’ve always noticed. At least, if we were even friends. Sometimes they didn’t know I existed. But, that’s besides the point. I wish he’d notice already. Until then, though, I’ll have to keep trying to think of ways to show how I feel.

A long hour passed. The two of us conversed inside the pillow tent. Mostly talk about what’d we do over winter break when it comes, since it was in about a week from now at least. Leon, Hiro, and I had actually planned to go ice skating, so I decided to tell Mondo about it as well. And at that point we might as well invite everyone in the squad, which includes Chihiro, Taka and we thought maybe Makoto if he agrees. Hopefully we’ll all have fun. I’ve never been ice skating, so I need to prepare to embarrass myself on the ice… I snicker at the thought. Mondo glances at me, the fire reflecting in his eyes. I wish I could sink into them sometimes… Is that creepy? That’s kind of creepy. I gave him a small smile. Didn’t I want something like this to happen months ago?... But I never really thought about what I wanted to do. I had no plans. I still don’t. What do I say?...

Even though my feelings seem to be clear, it’s obvious that I’m not getting them across yet. I hold my breath… and gently rest my head on his shoulder. Maybe if I just… pretend to fall asleep, he’ll let me stay here. His body stiffened slightly, but slowly eased back to how it was. Maybe...this will be okay, for now. Until I figure out what to say and how to put everything into words. Then I’ll tell him. On a nice, warm day too. Not cold and slow like today. Though the fire warmed us up a little bit, the real warm weather was definitely much more satisfying, and way better for stuff like this. At least that’s what I usually think. But this’ll do…

“Rest easy, Y/N.” A gentle hand threaded through my hair.

Yeah. This’ll do.+-

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Telenovela (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Telenovela  Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in 1990.  Summary: Javier, Steve, and Reader have to get a motel.  

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“Javier, do you only know where the shitty motels are in this country?” You groused, shielding your eyes from the setting sun as you stared ahead at the dilapidated motel which boasted FREE AIR CONDITIONING. That seemed highly unlikely. 

Javier took off his aviators, passing them to you as he looked to Steve in the back seat. “You willing to drive twelve hours back to the city?”

“Uh…”

“That’s what I thought,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, giving you a lingering look before he climbed out of the car. “I’ll get us the rooms.” 

You arched a brow as you turned around to look at Steve. “I think we don’t have much of a choice.”

“Yeah, I got that vibe too.” He quipped as you both climbed out of the Jeep and followed Javier into the motel office. 

As you anticipated — there was no air conditioning to be found inside. Behind the older gentleman at the front desk sat no less than five fans, all running at the highest setting in an attempt to cool down the room.  

Steve folded his arms across his chest as he stared at the back of Javier’s head as he parsed things out with the motel owner. He turned towards you, “What’s going on?”

“For fuck’s sake, Murphy. Learn. Spanish.” You slapped him playfully in the arm, shaking your head. “Hang on,” You told him before you stepped forward, pulling your badge out of your back pocket and laying it on the desk for Miguel — the owner — to review. 

You turned back towards Steve then, “Unsurprisingly, he didn’t believe Javier when he said we were just three co-workers.” 

“What?” Steve questioned, before his eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes, pocketing your badge. “Optics.” Hell, sometimes you were fairly certain there were people in the DEA that didn’t realize they had a female agent on the team. That you weren’t just a local that had got roped in to working as an informant. 

You glanced back towards Javier and Miguel, throwing in a snarky comment about Steve’s inability to speak Spanish which earned you a grin from Javi. 

Murphy was lucky he had the two of you — otherwise he’d be fucked. 

“Unfortunately,” You explained to him. “They only have one room available for tonight.”

“Fucking typical.”

Miguel filled out the reimbursement form for Javier, passing it back across the counter with two room keys. 

“Gracias!” Steve offered, before he followed you and Javier out of the office and back into the sweltering heat of the early evening. 

The motel room was about what you expected it to be. There was one bed in the center of the room, which fortunately looked like it had clean sheets. But the hideous carpet had several questionable stains, which matched the curtains that covered the window. 

“Well...” Your brows rose upwards, “I’ll sleep in the chair.” You told them as you stepped into the room. “You boys can have the bed.”

Javier scoffed, “You’re not sleeping on the chair.” 

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” You protested. “It’s fine, Javi.” You moved towards the chair, sinking down onto it. 

It was shit. One of the legs was clearly shorter than the rest and there was no cushion to the pleather seat. 

“See.”

He glared at you, “Steve, you’re sleeping in the chair.”

Murphy gave a short laugh, “Nice try, Peña.” He crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head. “You can sleep in the chair.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, staring Steve down. There was something unspoken that was exchanged in that look — one you weren’t privy too. “Fine.”

You rose to your feet, looking between the two of them, before your gaze fell to the bed. “It’s a King. I bet it would fit the three of us.” It would be a tight fit — but it would solve whatever this stalemate was. 

“Javier will be fine in the chair.” Steve stated firmly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Right?”

“Yeah.” He rocked his jaw slowly, before looking towards you. “You want anything from the D1?” 

“I’ll come with you.” You suggested, “Murphy can you get our shit out of the Jeep?” You questioned, passing the room key to him. 

“Yeah, sure.”

Javier raked his fingers through his hair, glaring at Steve again. “What do you want?”

“If they have any of that apple stuff…”

“Postobón?” You questioned. “I’m buying you a Spanish textbook for your next birthday.”

“I think he’s just putting on,” Javier suggested. “If he doesn’t know the language, we get to do all the hard work.”

You snorted, “Then he’d know what I said about him in the office.”

Javier grinned at you. “That was a good one.”

“Oh, I know.” You smirked, before looking back towards Steve. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

——

 The D1 was a five-minute walk down the road from the motel. The sun had nearly dipped below the horizon by the time you reached it. 

“You gonna tell me what the fuck that was about?” You questioned, shifting the basket from one hand to the other as you grabbed a couple bottles of Postobón, loading the basket.

“What was what?” Javier questioned, arching a brow as he looked at you. 

“That look between you and Steve.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I really don’t mind sleeping in the chair.”

“It’s fine.” He shrugged a shoulder. “We’ll get a couple hours of shut-eye and hit the road at first light.”

“Alright.” You studied him as he turned back towards the shelves, grabbing a bag of chips off the shelf and stowing it in his own basket. “What? Are you afraid to sleep in a bed with Steve?” You teased lightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the assholes at the embassy.”

He flipped you off.

“I’ll even promise to keep my hands to myself.” You arched a brow, a smirk playing over your lips. “Unless you’re into the alternative.”

Javier nearly dropped the bottle of lemon-flavored Postobón he’d grabbed for himself. “Fuck off.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just a suggestion.”

Something about the look he fixed you with made a shiver run down your spine. It was hard to read what the look meant, to begin with. Did he hate that suggestion that much? Usually he didn’t take much offense to the barbing comments you exchanged with each other. 

But Javier was a hard one to read on a good day, sometimes. 

 ———

You sat in between Steve and Javier on the bed, staring at the TV screen across the room. After thirty minutes of fussing with the antenna, Steve had managed to coax the television into working. 

“One of you is going to have to interpret,” He complained as he settled on a channel that was playing re-runs of Gallito Ramírez. Something that both you and Javier were willing to settle on, given that Steve wasn’t going to understand it anyways. 

“Eat your chips and hush.” You quipped as you nudged him in the ribs playfully. “If you watched more telenovelas, you’d likely learn Spanish.” 

“I know some Spanish.” He said as he ate a chip. “Is that guy’s name Javier?”

“Wow.” You snorted. 

Javier met your eyes and chuckled, “At least he knows my name.” 

“Oh, fuck you both.” Steve huffed, taking a sip of his drink. “What’s the synopsis.” 

“It’s stupid.” You answered, “Javier — Gallito — is training to become a boxer. He’s in love with Carmenza, but she’s from a wealthy family above his social class.” 

“She also wants him to quit boxing.” Javier added. 

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, looking towards Steve. “And then there’s this other woman—”

“Diana.” 

“Who he’s also in love with. She’s in the same social class as him.” You stole a chip out of Javier’s bag, taking a moment to eat it before you continued. “But he belongs with Carmenza.” 

Steve tilted his head to look at the two of you, “And you’ve both watched this?”

You nodded, “It ended back in… 1986 or 1987. It’s always on at night.” 

He arched a brow at you, “Really?”

“Get your head out of your ass, Murphy.” Javier snapped. “Neither of us sleep. And this shit’s always on.” 

“I wish I had Margarita’s hair,” You remarked as you leaned towards Javi and rested your cheek against his shoulder. 

“Well, since I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on… I’m going to take a shower.” Steve dusted his hands off on the front of his jeans, before he moved to get out of the bed. “Javier, get your bed sorted out.”

“Real funny.” He sat his drink aside and moved to get out of the bed. You watched him as he moved towards the corner of the room, pulling the chair towards the table. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind sleeping over there?” You questioned, tucking your legs beneath you as you sat up, your eyes drifting back towards the TV as the main characters kissed. “Carlos has the best hair.” 

Javier rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’m fine sleeping over here. It’s not so bad.” He said as he propped a pillow up on the chair. “See?” 

You looked back at him then, smiling a little. “We’ll see if you think it’s ‘not so bad’ in the morning.” You teased lightly, “Did you know they got married in real life?”

“Hmm?” 

“Carlos and Margarita.”

He pursed his lips, “Not surprised.” Javier nodded his head towards the screen. “No one can act that in love with someone and not really be.” 

“Like you know anything about love.” You scoffed as you climbed out of bed, rolling up the two bags of chips and using the hair tie on your wrist to close them up. 

You caught him staring at you as you looked back at him, but he looked away quickly, his eyes fixed on the TV again. 

Then again — what did you know about love?

———

 “How are you doing over there?” You questioned, your eyes barely able to make out the outline of Javier in the darkness of the motel room. You could hear him shuffling around in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position. 

He wasn’t going to find one.

“Go to sleep.” He grumbled, huffing again and — from what you could hear — the chair must’ve threatened to tip over on the bed leg as he tried to find a better way to sit. “Fuck.” Javier swore as something that sounded like an arm or a leg hit against the little table that was beside the chair. There was another solid thud, which sounded more like a person hitting the floor. 

“For fuck’s sake, Javier.” Steve hissed out. “What are you doing?” The bed dipped beside you a second before he turned the bedside lamp on.

You tried hard not to laugh as you took in the sight of Javier sprawled out on the floor with the table toppled over on him. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“Piece of shit chair—” He cut himself off as he hauled himself up off the floor. “Goddamn piece of shit knocked itself over.” Javier explained lamely, pushing his fingers through his hair as he looked towards the bed. “I was trying to prop my legs up.” 

“Yeah.” You pursed your lips, fighting the urge to laugh at his plight. “Javier, there’s plenty of room over here.” You gestured at the expanse of real estate between you and Steve. 

“I’m fine.” He insisted, looking towards Steve briefly. You turned to glare at Steve, catching his gaze as he sighed heavily. 

“Stephen Murphy.” You warned him, “I don’t know what your deal is. But let the poor man sleep in the bed. Otherwise we’re both going to be paying for it tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ.” He raked his hand over his face, sinking back against the bed. “Fine, whatever. Get up here Javier.” 

“The chair isn’t—” 

“I will knock you unconscious with that chair if you don’t get over here and lay the fuck down, Javier.” You seethed. “You’re gonna sit over there, huffing and puffing all night and none of us are gonna get any sleep.”

“Technically,” Steve interrupted. “I was asleep before he fell.” 

You glared at him. “As I was saying,” You settled Javier with his own look. “Get over here and lay down and shut the fuck up. Both of you.” 

Men. The great lengths men would go to, just to avoid having to sleep in a bed with each other. Though, Javier had refused to sleep in the bed with just you too. Regardless, they were both being idiots about the situation. 

“We’re going to be twice as tired tomorrow if we don’t get some sleep and frankly, I’d really love it if you two didn’t fight like old women the entire way home back you didn’t get your beauty sleep.”

“For the record,” Javier nodded his head towards Steve. “He needs a hell of a lot more beauty sleep than I do.” 

You snorted, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

Javier feigned offense as he climbed up into the middle of the bed. With both you and Steve on your sides, Javier had plenty of room between the two of you. 

“Better?” Steve asked as he shut off the bedside light, sending the room into darkness once more. 

“Much.” Javier answered him as he reached towards you and rested his hand against your back for a brief moment. “Thank you.” He added and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. 

“Whatever.” Steve mumbled, thinking Javier was thanking him. You swore your back still burned in the wake of his touch and you had to talk yourself down from getting anywhere near that ledge. 

Javier wasn’t that guy. 

This wasn’t some cheesy telenovela.