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[talaok]

Hiiii

Can you write one where it's pedro's birthday and he is working that day ( he hates birthdays) and so the reader suprise her with a home made cake and candles? Just the two of them . Romantic and beautiful ❤

baking wasn't your forte, but all things considered, the cake didn't turn out that bad.

I mean it was an easy one, just chocolate, but pancakes are also supposed to be easy... and the last time you tried making those didn't end very well.

You had tried writing Happy Birthday but quickly realized you had put too much faith in abilities you certainly didn't have, so you ended up managing to write just the initials: H. B.

Bonus points for creativity I guess.

And the candles... the candles were the only part you were proud of.

You had bought pretty rainbow ones and followed the cake's shape with them.

Just as you were admiring your creation, you heard the front door open.

"Hi sweetheart" you heard him call for you, "You home?"

You had to fight the huge smile on your face to be able to talk "I'm in the kitchen"

You heard his footsteps against the floor, until finally, he opened the door.

"Happy Birthday!" you shouted, holding the cake for him to see.

A smile immediately took over his face too.

"did you bake that?" he asked, walking to you.

"Sure did" You nodded

"It's beautiful... like you"

You laughed softly "You don't have to lie, baby, I'm just hoping it'll at least be ediblea"

"I'm not lying, it's really pretty," he said, taking it from you and setting it on the table.

His hands found your waist as he got rid of the space between you.

"thank you for this," he said, ghosting your lips "I love you"

"I love you too birthday boy" you kissed him.

"Now sit down, blow out the candles, and make a wish"

He smiled as he followed your orders, and you sat beside him.

"how did you even fit 48 candles on a cake?"

You looked at him guiltily, biting your lip "I didn't, according to that cake you're turning 21"

He laughed " I wish. I'm an old man now"

"no you're not"

"I should probably buy a cane one of these days"

"oh shut up" you smiled, climbing on his lap "You're not old, baby"

"I'm almost fifty"

"so what?" you kissed his cheek "That just means I get to give you almost fifty birthday kisses"

"oh yeah?" he smiled "Do I get to give them back?"

"no, no mister" you teased "today's only about you"

"mh" he hummed "I might just start liking my birthdays"

You grinned "I thought you might" you kissed him "Time to eat the cake now," you said "And don't worry, there's a store-bought one in the fridge just in case"

[xjulixred45x]

hahahahaHAHAHA DID YOU THINK I WAS FINISHED WITH MY MONKEY KID/ EPIC THE MUSICAL WORKS? You thought wrong! I have this one up my sleeve and it's definitely my favorite!

Imagine Azure Lion with a reader similar to Penelope of Ithaca.

like, reader could be part of the royalty of some important family among the celestials, but unlike them she wanted to change things by doing something significant even if it was from a political position, or she could even be related to one of the members of the old brotherhood (some demon maybe?)

The point is that Azure ends up being interested in the reader not initially because of her stunning appearance, but because of her mind and her great capacity for politics, being someone who does not like to resort to violence if it is not necessary, he sees the addition of reader as something very good for the group.

and despite being significantly weaker than the rest of the group, Reader knows how to handle herself with her companions, which quite surprises Azure considering her background of nobility (especially if they are human/mortal). but it gives him a better understanding of his new comrade.

(Peng and Tusk made bets to see how long it would take Azure to fall for "the princess", they bet 4 months and a year respectively, Peng won, and how he loves to show off that)

In general they would have a very loving relationship, something like the dynamics of a faithful knight, and the reader being directly from royalty. Both understand each other not only on an intellectual level but also on a spiritual level.

Azure knows very well not to underestimate the reader, but he is definitely more than willing to defend her if necessary if he sees the clear disadvantage between her and her other enemies.

I think it would be shown more when the brotherhood builds its own city, Carme Ridge. reader and Azure would become more focused and could even start a family (or even the child they have could be just a reader), in general everything was going too well.

But of course, we had to put a stop to Azure and the draining of energy from the city. But then i asked me...what if the city continued to function without the brotherhood? What if Reader just kept the city afloat?

This is when the song The Challenge, of Epic, comes in.

Let's say that reader took charge of the city in Azure's absence (and somehow became a long-lived being) and managed to make Carme Ridge go unnoticed by the celestial kingdom, but still be a good place to live away from the gods . She raised their son as best she could (also super young, like Redson perhaps) and in general everything is stable.

the only problem? the insistence that someone take Azure's place as leader of the city and her husband. which generates many insistent suitors who harass her, abuse the hospitality of the royal family, even disrespecting the reader's son.

The reader keeps her head high, she will not let some brutes stain the legacy of her husband and his brothers, but every day they are more impatient, more insistent, angry...she does not know when they will explode.

Although she has managed to keep them at bay with some tricks, such as saying that she would choose a husband as soon as she finished embroidering a Hanfu for her son, sewing during the day and undoing her work at night, this bought her some time, but it is not nothing permanent.

part of her just wants Azure to come back and fix this mess. Even if she can lead this city to prosperity, Azure made her happy.

Then Azure just manages to leave the Underworld, and when he frees Tusk and Peng, they head to Carme Ridge, surprised to see the good conditions in which the city is. but it is understandable when they find out that the reader has been taking care of everything.

NOW, definitely the fact that Azure had left the underworld probably generated certain anomalies, something that made the reader look at it and say "...mh...this is unusual...Azure?" and just decide to take matters into hee own hands, it will buy him more time.

as? just like in the song The Challenge, giving a challenge that only AZURE could do, maybe swing one of his old swords (super big) and cut 12 rows of Bamboo, only whoever did it would be worthy of reigning Carme Ridge ** wink**

Everyone tries, everyone fails, even his son (but he does it with more grace than everyone).

NOW, the reason why I thought of doing this. Imagine Azure hidden with the brotherhood watching the challenge unfold, disgusted to see how these men treat his wife and son, but as reader blurts out the phrase "--because I'd rather DIE than grow old without the BEST OF YOU" and look directly to AZURE, as if she knew by guessing who it was (perhaps for practical reasons he would be with some Glamour) and simply --GHAAAAAAA

I don't know if Azure would be willing to apply a KING moment and make a killing against the suitors, but he would definitely do it if they wanted to do a "Hold Them Down" on his wife and son (you know, kill the child and do...horrible things with his wife), there it would be all "peace was never an option🗡️" and Tusk and Peng support him.

The reunion would be so cute I would say it's similar to when DBK got rid of LBD and IronFan told her how "he's back to her", that's a reader, and Azure is just so happy to finally be home :,)

(just to clarify, he doesn't die here :'D for the good of my heart, maybe I'll do a second part from the son's perspective, but I'll see).

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[icarusredwings]

"Hi! I'm looking for a Carl Boothe- Oooohh so thats why you called him Boot!"

"Yeah. That and the fact he only ever had one."

The receptionist tilted her head. "Carl...? OH! You mean Carla!" She says, smiling. "Oh im so glad! It's not often she has visitors."

Logan tilts his head, confused. ".. I thought his sister's name was sophia.."

Wade is confused, too, because he could have sworn that he was right. Everything Logan told him matched up. How could he be wrong?

"Carla! You have visitors!" She says, smiling as they come in to see a woman half dozed off in a rocking chair. "Miss Carla?" She puts a hand on the old woman's hand as she jumps, grunting. "What!?-"

For a second, everything is quiet. The older woman rubs her eyes and blinks. "Oh great the ghosts are back.." she muttered, waving a hand towards Logan as if its too painful to look at.

"... Boot? Haven't seen you in a while." He says, stepping forward with a dorky smile, understanding that Carl was now CarlA. Honestly, it was lazy, but...Carla fit her. And he couldn't ever forget that face. Wrinkles and all.

The woman snaps her head around, Her mouth dropping as she begins to tear up. "Howy?"

"H-howley but yes. That's me."

Watching Logan pull up a chair and hold her hand was enough for the receptionist to leave them alone.

Wade is left feeling a bit left out, pitiful, regretful, pure joy, and a bit jealous. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see how gently he held her hand. How his thumb rubs over her knuckles... He thought that was their thing.

Though he sits and waits in silence, staring, watching them as the voices in his head are enough to keep him much company. Voices of worry and stress this was until he was praised.

"Yeah! Wade found you in this place. He-... erm.. We.. didn't know that your name is Carla now so it was quite difficult." He tells her as she smiles. "Really? And how'd you find me? Hiding that big brain of yours under a hood is simply terrible, darling."

He pauses and is like "Oh you have no clue what you're saying right now. Its so ugly up there."

Carla looks to Logan and Logan suddenly starts sweating as she glares at wade "Wade, shut the fuck up. What did I tell you about saying that about yourself?"

And suddenly, Wade feels completely different, scooting closer and now kicks his feet as he's part of the conversation. Logan proves time and time again that his voices are liars. No, Logan wasn't leaving him for a 83 year old trans woman who came out in her early 40s.

In fact, the amount of teasing she does to logan and how many stories she tells Wade about him from like 50 years ago makes him feel as if he has two moms now. As if he was meeting his mother in law and she showing him pictures of him in the tub except its stories of tripping Logan with her prosthetic and accidentally shooting Logan in the leg because they were drunk. How she's "never seen logan laugh like that before," which gives Wade an extreme amount of confidence.

They eventually move to somewhere with two bedrooms (hurray! It's literally the same building just down the hall instead) and move Boot in too.

"Al! We got you a buddy! Shes super disabled just like you, old and has a dick!-"

"Jesus christ Wade why cant you introduce anyone normally? Althea, This is Carla. Carla, this is Althea."

She sticks an arm out and Al obviously doesn't take it. "You have something against amputees or what?"

"Bitch im blind. Wade! You didn't tell her that!?"

"Are you serious? Winston! Didn't your mother teach you any manners!?"

It's now that Wade realizes he fucked up, because now there is TWO crotchety grandmas to yell at him. Having his middle name yelled also made him flinch and look guilty.

"Im sorry!" He whines. "And.. No...?"

"Well, I might just have to. Althea, darlin' mind showing me around?"

"Fine but dont think you're getting the tv after 8. Steve harvey is on."

"Mh mh mmh. Love me that harvey." She mutters and Wade looks at Logan to see him smiling, arms crossed like a parent watching his kid flirt.

Wade gasps. "YOU KNEW THEYD FU-"

Only for him to slap a hand over his mouth. "Shhh! Let'em be."

Let's just say, Al is less lonely from now on with the boys gone, and Puppins gets new shoes to chew on.

Thinking about them watching a 'Nam documentary and Wade keeps pointing out guys like "Do you know him?"

"No."

"What about him?"

"No wade."

"Oh! What about that guy? He looks important."

Until eventually Logan DOES recognize someone and perks up like an adopted senior dog seeing it's past owner.

"Oh.. Oh my god.. That's fucking Boot!"

Wade gets excited and is like "Yeah!! Boot- wait whos boot? Tell me about Boot you old beautiful beast of a man."

He starts talking about this bunkie he had while Wades kicking his feet and litsening bc no duh he loves hearing these weird stories and suddenly he stops and is like "Holy shit- that's ME" and sure enough on the screen is Boot and Logan in the back of a truck, reloading a very large gun.

"Why's he called boot?"

"Because he was an amputee so he only ever needed one boot."

"That's.. really sad actually."

"It was hilarious at the time... Anyway.. dosn't matter. He's probably super dead by now anyway."

Afterwards, seeing how bummed out this made him, Wade uses that big brain of his and his annoying mouth to actually FIND Boot (Whos real name is Carl) and as a suprise takes Logan to a nursing home to see a really old Boot.

As great as the gesture is and how happy Logan was for those first couple of days, It soon dawns on Wade that Oh shit... Boots going to die eventually and its going to break Logans heart. What has he done? So now hes emotionally conflicted because yes, Logan was ecstatic to see him but Logan isn't dumb. The mans 83 for god sake.

To be continued..

[harrysarchive]

be mine bee: h.s.

paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader

summary:

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

or

harry officially asks bee to be his.

or

another story of tattoo artist harry and bee

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.

"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.

"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.

the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.

"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"

"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.

"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.

"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.

he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.

"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.

"only about seven times, today."

i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she shy's away.

"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.

"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.

"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.

i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.

"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.

"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.

"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.

"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.

i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.

"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.

"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.

"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.

"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.

she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.

i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.

"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.

y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.

"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.

"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.

she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.

"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.

"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.

"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.

"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.

"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.

"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.

"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.

"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."

she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."

"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.

"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."

"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.

i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.

"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.

"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"

"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.

"a kiss." i muse.

she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.

"no baby, a kiss on my lips."

"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.

"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.

"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.

"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.

"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."

"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.

once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.

"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."

"so no competition?"

"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.

"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.

"i would kill you if you touched that precious old man!"

a/n: holy shit man 200 notes on my last post LOVE YOU LOADS!!!!

also a quick psa a fight for us is next in line for a part twoooo! so excited 🤭

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

[roonyxx]

Winter Cabin (Y/n Pov)

By Jay-and-dean and Roonyxx

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean is tired and grumpy lately, maybe the magic of a winter cabin and love can make him relax ?

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. A hint of angst and adult language.

Note: this is our third collaboration

This is how it works:

We wrote the same story, and we did it together. I wrote Y/n’s Pov and @jay-and-dean​ wrote Dean’s Pov

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Wordcount: 5089

READ DEAN’S POV HERE

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Y/N’S POV

When you asked Dean to get in the car you could see the hesitation about leaving his home in his eyes. You knew all he wanted was to lay down in his bed and rest, but you wanted to take him away from here and from all of it. You wanted to make him let go of everything for a while, and in a bunker filled with lore and laptops ready to ping at a new hunt that is impossible. But he agreed and got in the car with a tired frown. 

Since then, he is grumpy. He has every right to be. The last few hunts were hard on him. That’s exactly why you planned this surprise, he will love it. His mood won’t bring yours down.

In the few hours you have been driving north, you can’t help but notice his watery eyes from all the yawning.

“You know I could have driven, Dean, right ?” You say as you bent a little forward to see his face.

“And risking damages on baby ?” a groan accentuated his words “No thank you.”

You let the snarky remark wash over you, but it still stings a little. It’s not like you have never driven the impala before but when Dean is grumpy, he tends to push you away a little. It’s all worth it, you’re going to smother him with love once you reach your destination.

“I do have my driving license” you say with a little smile to break the tension.

“Yes but the road is frozen, and she only listens to me” he says with a small smile, his way of trying to say sorry for his earlier remark. 

Dean can be hard at times but he loves you uncontrollably, and he’ll never hurt you on purpose.

“Turn left” you say as you point towards the road on the left.

“I know my right and left” he grunts again, pushing your hand away. 

“Maybe, but you have the reflexes of a sloth today” you mock him, his grumpy mood starting to pull on yours a little, you just really don’t want to drive the wrong way and risk getting lost, that would only worsen his already dampened mood. “So I prefer making sure.”

You won’t let him be mean to you, you can get really impressive when you’re angry. But you know Dean, you know him better then himself, you know a few ways to untie his panties.

After he turns left you start getting excited.

“We’re almost there” you look around the snowy landscape, everything sounds so much softer, the snow functioning as an isolation for the screams of the world. “Look at those giant pine trees covered in snow !” when you were little you always thought it looked like the trees had put on their winter coat.

You turn your head to the other side as you hear his monotone “Mh”

“Look at this lake !” it is huge and completely frozen, it’s beautiful, so beautiful it almost asks to be touched. “It’s like a giant mirror.”

Another gloomy “Mh” leaves his lips.

You know it is just because he is tired. But you are getting so close now, not even his uninterested grunts can ruin your mood.

You sit up on your knees on the bench seat, sometimes taking his face in your hands to show him something or to just give him a kiss on his temple in a protective way. You try to pull him into your enthusiasm, and whether it works or not, you will keep trying. You will keep giving all you have in you to make him smile again.

“Yes ! It’s there. Look !” You nearly scream when the cabin appears in the middle of the Tongass National Forest. Some old friends of yours own it and you asked them if you could ‘borrow’ it for a while. You were so happy when they agreed.

“Finally !” he breaths out as he parks the Impala in front of it.

You both take your bags out of the trunk, make your way inside and switch on the light. The atmosphere in the cabin is a lot warmer than the outside. 

The cabin isn’t that big, it exists out of a living room, a small kitchen to the right side, one bedroom and bathroom upstairs, but you don’t need much space anyway. 

Because of its smaller size it holds a cozy vibe. The cabin is entirely made out of wood with an exception to the stone fireplace. There is a smooth carpet where three large sofas are placed around the fireplace, you can count at least three, no four fluffy blankets spread around the couches with numerous pillows. The lights cast a soft amber color on everything, a harsh contrast from the stark white snow outside.

“Oh wow, where did you find this place ?” Dean wonders out loud.

“I have connections” you grin as you take his hand to pull him upstairs to unpack.

The bedroom is fairly small, the big bed takes up most of the space. But it has the fluffiest blankets and a ton of pillows to cuddle in. A string of fairy lights is connected to the ceiling.

Dean half moans at the sight of the bed and let himself drop in it. Your boyfriend is a big guy but even he looks tiny in this king size bed ! You laugh and drop next to him, putting your hand on his chest as you turn on your side and lean up on your elbow to watch the man you love.

“Do you like it ?” you ask him, stroking his broad chest.

“Yes, it’s cute” he says as his hand grasps yours on his chest and lifts it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “Thank you, baby. I Think we both really needed a break” he says with a huffed breath.

“Yeah we did, we’re both tired, you more than me because you always insist on doing most of the work” you cup his cheek, your fingers enjoying the scratch from his scruff. 

It has been a while since he shaved and you don’t mind it one bit, he looks even more handsome now.

“You go change into something comfier baby, I packed your robe and your hotdog pants, I’ll get the cocoa heated up downstairs, okay  ?” You sit up and turn to him, his face lights up like a child on Christmas.

“You’re the best” he says with a smile “I’ll be right down to help you” he sits too and takes his bag to search for his clothes.

“No need, baby, I got it under control” you kiss his forehead and leave the room to go to the fridge. 

Your friend told you to send a grocery list so she could fill up the fridge for you, she truly is an angel. 

You are taking out the ingredients you need for your cocoa deluxe when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzle in your neck, giving you those sweet open mouth kisses only he has the secret.

“You didn’t have to do all of this baby, but still thank you. I already feel a little more relaxed” he whispers sweetly in your ear.

You arch one arm back to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to do it” you say as you keep stirring the cocoa milk in the pot “Do you want marshmallows, cinnamon, whipped cream or sprinkles on yours ?” you turn your head to see a mischievous glint in his eyes that says exactly what he wants.

“Okay all of them it is” you chuckle as you stroke the arm around your waist “Get comfy on the sofa, I put a bag with Dr. Sexy MD DVD’s on the floor by the tv, you can choose which one you want to watch.”

He lets you go with one last kiss to your cheek.

“God I love you” he says making his way to the tv.

You pour the hot beverage in two enormous mugs, add the ingredients Dean wants and the same on yours. You put it on a tray with numerous snacks, walk towards the tv and put it on the little table.

Dean has just put in one of the disks as he sits down on one of the couches. You take a huge blanket and drape it over him, making sure you tuck the blanket under his feet and legs before handing him his hot cocoa. You take yours and carefully slip beneath the blanket and snuggle up to him.

“Are you comfy ?” you ask him.

“Very comfy baby” he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer into him, then takes a sip from his drink. 

When he looks up at you in a hum, you can’t hold in your laugh.

“What ?” he asks with a frown.

“You’ve got whipped cream on your nose” you say with a giggle.

At that, he turns both his eyes to his nose which only makes you laugh harder.

“Wait, let me help” you sit up a little higher to kiss the cream of his nose. “Mhh delicious.”

He’s chuckling softly when his eyes fall on the snack tray.

“Oh you got twizzlers !” He gasps “When I was little Sam and I used to do a competition of who could push it the furthest in their nose” he laughs.

“Oh my God, and you ate it afterwards ?” you ask him, he nods while laughing “Oh that’s disgusting!” you chuckle.

“Hey! You try to keep a seven years old entertained 24/7, you come up with some weird stuff!” he says with a smile.

You know Dean never had an easy childhood, he never got to be a child. At age four he was robbed from his innocence. He had to be a mother and a father for his little brother because his dad was being too busy with everything except his kids, you would never forgive John for doing that to Dean.

That’s why you often take him to go do silly things, like mini golf, or laser shooting, you bake pies with him and always start a food fight. You wanted to give him little pieces of childhood he never had… 

Now, you look out the window and a new childish idea struck your mind.

You stand up and take his mug from his hands, putting it down on the table as you pull him up from the couch. 

“Come on !” you say as you tug him to the back door.

“What are we doing ?” he asks but you don’t answer him already putting on your jacket, gloves and shoes, motioning to Dean to do the same.

Once you are both dressed you push him out the door, he stands there in the middle of the snow, his long robe peeking from under his jacket, he looks so cute.

“Why are we outsi-“ his sentence is cut off when you hit him with a snowball on his chest. 

His face is priceless, somewhere between surprised and a faint smile. And your laugh echoes through the trees.

“Oh you’re in for it now !” he yells as he makes a snowball of his own and throws it at you. 

Of course the skilled hunter hit his target : your boob. Your hand covers it.

“Hey! No booby shots!” you yell at him as he can’t stop laughing. 

You make a new snowball and aim for his crotch. His hands cover his precious jewels quickly as he sees you aiming for it.

“Oh no need to get nasty sweetheart, you’ll be needing this body part later on” he says with a cocky grin.

“Okay, you’re right” you say and throw the snowball right in his face. 

The snow is still pretty soft so you know it wouldn’t hurt. 

He blinks rapidly, his eyelashes long enough to catch the snow beautifully. He wipes his face and runs at high speed towards you, the dangerous warrior he also is suddenly showing. You start to run but you are no match for his long powerful legs…

He catches you and throws you over his shoulder, his hand spanking your butt. You’re laughing uncontrollably on his shoulder.

“Hahahaha ! And you always say I can’t throw !” you say in between laughs, now and then yelping when his hand connects with your ass cheek.

He walks toward a snow covered tree and turns with his back to it to rub you between the branches of the tree, making all the snow tumble down.

“Aaaahh Deaaaaan !” you shriek as the snow falls on you, you reach with your hands forward to catch some snow and rub it all over his head. “Karma !” you yell when he jumps away from the tree and puts you down.

“It got in my coat !” he chuckles loudly, shaking his body and arching his back to try avoid the cold from the snow.

You shake your own coat too and feel a lump snow slip in your collar. 

“AH oh me too! Abort mission! Go inside !” you are laughing hard.

You run back with Dean inside the cabin, taking off your coats, gloves and shoes. You shiver and rub your own arms up and down.

“I’ll get the fire started baby, take off your wet clothes if you wanna speed up the process” He winks as he makes his way to the fireplace. You follow him and throw a blanket over his shoulders.

You check the mugs you left before on the little table, smiling when you find them still pretty hot.

“The mugs are still hot” you say as Dean gets the fire started. 

Taking his mug, you hand it to him, watching as he downs the hot beverage almost completely in one go.

As he turns back to the fire you lose your wet shirt and replace it by a grey sweater you stole long ago from him, even from before you started dating. It was after a nasty hunt and you wanted him close to chase away the nightmares, you have slept with it every night back then.

“Underwear it is” he mumbles after noticing his pants are wet from the melted snow.

“Come here, Dean” you state, watching his big body shake.

You take several blankets while he takes off his robe.

“Let me burrito you” you say with a smile.

“Burrito me ?” he chuckles as he walks closer to you, accepting your offer despite his amused smirk.

You wrap the blankets completely around him, pushing his arms down next to his body, take several more to cover his giant body into a cute burrito, wrapping it so tight he can barely move.

“My arms are stuck” he says with a smile when you’re tugging at the last blankets on his back to create a hood to make sure his ears and wet head stay warm.

“Burritos have no arms, baby” you cup his face to kiss him. “Your nose is all red, my poor Deanie.” 

His lips puck and aim for yours but you kiss his cute red little nose instead to warm it.

“I’m not a poor Deanie’ he says with a deep voice that’s anything but ‘poor’ “I’m a hunter. I’m a warrior!” 

Any other day you would completely agree. But now ? He is like a huge soft sausage, you can’t help but chuckle at how ridiculously cute he looks.

“I need to take a pic, you’re incredibly cute like this” you state, reaching for your phone as you see him wiggle in protest, which only makes him look cuter.

“No no. don’t keep ridiculous photos of me” he whines.

You still take a picture, this is an opportunity you can’t miss. His grumpy face on the pic makes you laugh harder, this is one of the personal photos you will cherish forever. You put your phone on the little wooden table and snuggle next to him, trying to wrap your arms around your burrito boyfriend.

“My baby… You’re not ridiculous” you reassure him. “Seeing you like this makes me happy.”

You chuckle as you can see his wiggly toes peeking out from all the covers, you truly got your Winchester trapped.

You snuggle for a while in the comfortable silence.

After a few minutes he moves his head backward to push the hood back, you can feel the covers grow hot with his body heat, but that’s not the only thing you feel… he’s getting tense, his otherwise soft stomach gets harder, his breath seems to lose the slow rhythm and it comes out heavier.

“Dean you’re tensing again” you say as you move your hand to his stomach.

“I’m sorry” he sighs, his eyes on the ceiling,his Adam’s apple going up and down.

You stare at his worried form for a moment.

“You know you can talk to me right ?” you trace slow circles over his stomach, your head resting on his shoulder.

Dean has a habit of keeping everything in, now and then you try to softly coax him to let go. It’s hard for him, you know that, and that’s why you never push him to talk, but he always ends up coming to you thanks to that deep trust between the two of you. You however remind him that you are always there for him.

“I’m not over Mary’s death” he exhaled, his words carrying a heavy weight to them and you feel your heart tighten painfully.

You lift your head to look at him, pushing his covers down so you can put your hand over his heart. Letting him feel you’re here for him.

“I know, baby. No one asks you to be over your mother’s death so soon, or ever” you say.

“I’m just… so angry” his eyes fill with tears and hear him swallow hard to try hold them back. 

It hurts you to see him try to stay strong in every circumstance, he really doesn’t always have to be.

“You have every right to be angry, Dean. Furious even. It is unfair. She was given back to just be taken again.”

“Why ?” he says as his dam starts to break, your own heart breaking a little at seeing the tear roll down his cheek. “F-first dad has to leave again after only one day and now…”

You close your eyes at the hurt and sorrow in his voice, your strong warrior is taking off his harness for you, and it is nothing but brave. You stroke his hair, needing to comfort him.

“I… I just have so much anger” he repeats “I feel responsible, I feel h-helpless and…and… abandoned.”

His voice breaks at the last word, and you know how vulnerable he is when it comes to his parents. He always takes too much on his own, blames himself. You’ll do anything to help him realize he’s not responsible and not abandoned… 

“You’re not” You say as you wipe your own tears, you heart aching for him, but this isn’t about your tears. 

You open the covers and slip in next to him, the heat surrounding you two. He nuzzles his face in your neck, your skin getting wet from his tears.

“It’s okay to be angry” you put your hand over his head, holding him close to you, trying to protect him from all the hurting. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s not your fault, Dean. It was cruel to make them come back only to take them again, but you’re not abandoned. I’m here, Sam is here, Cas too…”

“You’re here” he whispers, his arms tighten around you. “Yes, you’re always here.”

“Look outside” You say. 

It is snowing heavily, just as planned. He looks toward the small window with his reddened eyes making the green if it seems lighter. You use your hand to wipe his tears.

“There is nowhere we can go for now. Sam is safe and Cas promised to stay in the bunker to keep an eye on everything. No hunt planned, just the snow and me.”

His head turns towards you, his bright eyes searching for something on your face.

“You had checked the weather, right ?” he asks, his eyes looking around our little cabin.

“I did…” you admit, you needed a plan B for in case he would want to leave, getting snowed in was an ideal option. “Just to be sure you would have no regret to be here, because now you can’t leave anyway. But you’re not locked forever !” you chuckle. “I’m not a psycho. The snow will only fall like that tonight, and if we really want to leave tomorrow, we can. But the place is ours for a week…” You said hopeful, you aren’t ready to leave this comfy cocoon yet, but if he wants to go, you’ll follow him.

Relief washes through you as he confirms he wants to stay.

“Now Dean” you peck his lips, happy to have more one-on-one time with him. “We have all this time to talk about anything, or binge Dr. Sexy MD, we have nothing else to do than relax. No one is waiting for you.”

He grabs your thigh to pull you over his lap, making you straddle him. He’s looking at you, his hand on your thighs and a soft smile on his lips. His eyes are still a little red from crying earlier, he’s so beautiful, his face is a work of art you could stare at forever. The feelings you have for this man are intense, sometimes you even have trouble breathing because it can be very overwhelming, but one touch from him and you immediately calm down.

He’s your everything.

“How do we do that ?” he asks, breaking the silence between you and you frown a little.” How do we enjoy winter ?”

You smile wide, winter is your specialty.

“It’s all about laziness” you say out of experience. “About being warm when it’s so cold outside, about doing silly things, eating like kids and never looking at your watch. Anything that makes us feel comfy actually.”

His features and body are relaxing a little already, he takes some candies from the tray when he asks :

“Can we watch an animated movie ?”

“Yup” you nod, reaching to the ground to take the bag with DVDs, looking at what you brought with you. “I have Big Hero 6, The Lion King, of course, Madagascar, Totoro, Hotel Transylvania and uhm… Kung Fu panda !”

“You packed all that ?” he smiles up at you.

“Of course, I took a little of everything.” 

You like to have many options. He pecks your lips, his lips pulling a hum from you.

His fingers dive in the bag of gummy bears, the bag ripping a little at the size of his enormous hand compared to the little candies.

“Whoops” he says when a few bears escape his grasp and fall to the floor, he bends to catch them but your reflexes are faster and catch most of them.

“So” you say as you stuff the candy in your mouth. “Besides getting diabetes while watching animated movies ? Do you have plans ?”

“Yeah” he smiles, taking the bag from the tray to put it on his lap between you two and take another handful in his mouth. “Broiling marshmallows in the fireplace.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s in the diabetes category, baby” you nod.

“Building a pillow fort definitely, and cuddling” he adds. You smile wide, two of your favorite things ever ! “Come up with a new mac and cheese recipe. Making love everywhere and sleeping, I obviously need sleep. But I’m struggling to rest lately…” he says with a frown.

You smile mischievously.

“Maybe if I tire you enough…” You lick your lips. “Then you will fall asleep more easily.”

“I like the way you think” he groans as he puts the candy bag to the side.

His hands move up your sides as you put your hands on his shoulders and lean down to capture his lips.

His warm hands wrap around your lower back to pull you into his body, your hips start rolling into his hips. You can feel his soft cock growing through your sweats and his underwear.

His body reacts so quickly to yours… You tug with your teeth at his bottom lip, your hands moving up to run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re perfect Dean” you sit up and reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. Once he is free, you start kissing down his chest, you worship this man.

When you circle your tongue around his nipple you can feel his cock twitch and his breath hitch, he had always loved that.

His hand tangles into your hair, moaning your name.

“Fuck Y/n baby… I need to see you” he sighs from deep in his chest.

You take off your big sweater, a smile on your face as you see his eyes darken at your bare chest, you like to wear it with nothing underneath.

His lips connect with your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, humming around it. Electricity roams your already burning body.

“F-fuck Dean” you let your head fall back, your hand fists in his hair. 

Your hips roll harder into his now hard cock, heat pooling into the crotch of your sweatpants, no doubt soaking his underwear. He tugs at the little cord of your pants, untying and pushing it down.

“I need to come home baby… please” he licks up your neck, sucking his mark onto your skin.

“Y-yes Dean… t-take me” you beg him.

He growls and turns to push you back on the couch gently, he follows so that now you’re the one on your back and he is on top of you.

He takes your pants completely off, and licks his lips.

“Fuck… you soaked me through your pants baby” his fingers stroke your folds, making you gasp loudly. “So wet for me.”

“A-always” you pant, he pushes two fingers inside of you, looking deep into your eyes with a grin on his face. 

He slowly starts pumping his fingers, a little too slow. You grab his wrist and whine.

“What baby ? You want something ?” he husks into your ear, his burning breath caressing your neck.

“M-more, p-please Dean” you moan, eyes rolling back as he pushes his fingers deeper into you, pumping faster. 

“F-fuck yes…” you spread you legs more, giving him more room to work, letting his wrist go to grasp your own breast.

“I’m gonna come, Dean” you moan. 

His fingers move faster only making you moan louder as the burning feeling spreads quickly all over your body, thighs shaking a little at the overwhelming waves coming from the spots he’s magically touching. You feel sweat break through your sensitive skin.

“Yes baby, come for me, clench my fingers” he pant against your lips, kissing you hard as you clench his fingers inside you, groaning into his mouth as you come hard.

“D-DEAN YES”

He sweetly kisses your face, humming he retracts his fingers, putting them in his mouth.

“You taste so good, baby.”

You grab his neck and pull him down to kiss him hard, your other hand pushing on his lower back.

“Take me Dean. Come home” you beg.

He takes off his underwear and sits between your thighs. You cup his face as you both look down how he guides his cock home, making your breath tremble in anticipation.

After the first inch his eyes connect with your, you tug him closer making him lean down on his elbows.

“I love you Dean” you say as he bottoms out, the stretch of his cock giving you endless pleasure.

“I love you too, Y/n” he grinds his hips into yours, making your eyes flutter before he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You put your feet flat on the couch to be able to push your hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Feel so good, baby” he groans, burying his sweaty forehead in your neck to pant against your skin as his hips snap a little harder into you.

You moan loudly and wrap your arms around his back.

“Yes ! L-Let go Dean… Take me !”

He groans hard as his hips start to pound into you. His open mouth sucking another mark on your shoulder as you cling to his back. Your body moving up with every hard thrust, his pelvis slapping against your clit in a deliciously rough way. You wrap your legs around him to push him deeper into you with your calves.

Your walls clench around him as you grow closer to climax. You’re lost in his body, lost in your own feelings and sensations.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes !” you chant with every thrust, his head coming up from your head to look into your eyes.

“C-come Y/n. Come on my cock.”

Your nails scratch down his back as you fall over the edge, milking his cock for his cum, you need it… need it to feel complete and full. You gasp, arching your back into his chest, screaming his name.

“DEAN ! YES!”

His hips snap hard into you one last time as he fills you up with his cum, you watch as his eyes clench shut and feel his thighs tremble against you.

“FUCK Y/N ! GRAAH !” he buries his face in your neck, groaning against you.

Panting fills the room as he falls limp on you, your fingers run through his sweaty hair.

“I love you so much Y/n” he says as his powerful arms move under your back to hold you closer.

“I love you too Dean. So so much.”

He looks up at you, his sweaty skin gleaming with the flames of the fireplace.

“I want to stay the whole week” he says with a small smile.

“Then we stay a whole week, baby” you keep stroking his hair, loving the feel of his soft locks beneath your fingertips. He hums at your touch.

“Thank you baby, for everything” his lips meet yours in a tender kiss.

You smile against his lips.

“Everything for you, baby.” 

FEEDBACK IS GOLD

[doki-doki-imagines]

Gintoki & Kamui transformed into dogs

Sakata Gintoki:

-As always something went wrong with his actual work and some old hag transformed him into a dog. -He didn't understand he become a dog until a boy screamed at his mom "how cute is that samoyed! Can we get it?!" -No -Gintoki is a free dog, he doesn't need anybody, he's gonna solve the problem by himself! -"Ohhhh you're so cute~" -Ohhhh, his partner. Gintoki isn't a free dog, he is a couch dog, his partner's couch to be specific. -It didn't take much coaxing to convince his partner to take him home with them. -"Just for today, okay? Then we will search for your owner." -He just arrived and he's already treated like a king. "Maybe I should remain a dog forever" Gintoki thinks -They don't have dog food at home, but they dealt with dogs before so they know what a dog can and cannot eat. -Let's just say that the food that Gintoki is eating right now is better than most of his usual meals. -He gets cuddles, cuddles and even more cuddles. He can go in the bathroom when his partner is there and won't be called a pervert. -He doesn't have to work, nobody is gonna ask to pay the rent. -Dog’s life is the best. -"No! You can't eat sweets, they are toxic for you! Don't give me sweet eyes I'm not gonna give you my chocolate!" -Dog's life is shit. -At that point it's already night, his partner is in bed, him next to them. -"I really liked having you here, tomorrow we'll have to search for your owner...maybe I should buy a dog too, I'm sure Gintoki will like it too!" -No. Sadaharu is enough a pain in the ass and he doesn't need another, but for now, the only thing he can do is getting even near them with a sad look in his eyes. -"Ohhh are you sad dear? You must miss them a lot mh? C'mon get under the blankets, for tonight I'm gonna let you." -And who is Gintoki to say no? Tomorrow he'll have to run around the town to search for that hag and he is already tired, better sleep now. -"G-Gintoki?!? What are you doing here??" -Mh? He hoped to be greeted by a pat on the head, some sweet compliment...wait, is he back to normal? That curse must have been temporary! -But the look on his partner's face may last longer than a day. -"What. Are. You. Doing. Buck naked in my bed?" Gintoki started to sweat "It is a long story you see..." "Then make it short." A loud gulp echoed in the room. -After the situation got explained... "So you following me in the bathroom wasn't a casualty or your instinct. Or pushing your face between my legs. You didn't want cuddles, you only took advantage of the situation." Their voice monotone. Gintoki was sweating from head to toe. "Maybe?" -Yatos are powerful? Try to get hit by Gintoki's partner, you'll find yourself passed out on the ground before you can blink.

Kamui Yato:

-Kamui wanted a fistfight, for sure he didn't expect that man to turn him into a dog.

-He won btw. There is no way he's gonna lose, as a dog or not.

-Well, for sure the fact that he kept his strength even in that form helped him out.

-It was Abuto that directly delivered him to Kamui's partner.

-"But don't you need him?"

The look on Abuto face tells them that they don't need him. The first free day for Abuto and the crew, this may become a national holiday.

-Kamui still smiled in his puppy form, but his eyes told him a way different story.

-Kamui’s partner took him inside and laid him on the ground.

 "So now you're a puppy, mh? Does this mean..." They were slow in their movements, after all, they didn't want to hurt Kamui "I can beat you?!" They only wanted to put his back on the ground. 

Poor them.

-They could see Kamui wagging his tail, sat like a statue, clearly happy, from the bathroom, the room he threw them into, breaking the living room wall.

-Then they tried to take him out for a walk, leash on "Kamui I don't wanna lose you in the crowd!", but they found themselves face on the ground more often than not; he pulls like crazy.

-"Wait a moment...a second more...Tadaaaa! Now we should be able to walk".

Kamui upgraded to sled dog! Thank God it has been snowing a lot or they wouldn't know what to do.

-They were so proud of themselves, everything was going smoothly..."H-Hey Kamui! Where are we going?! OHI! SLOW DOWN, SLOW DOWN!"

He did. He stopped. The fact that they broke into(sled included) the Chinese restaurant he took them to, breaking a window and some tables is a detail.

-Look at him. Smiling, cute as hell, tongue sticking out, like all of this wasn't his fault. There is no way they were going to buy him food. NO. WAY.

-...

-They bought it. Because they are too weak. So now, between the food and the money to repair all the broken things, their wallet is empty. WEAK.

-"Pls Kamui this time let's just do a normal walk, I'm destroyed"

Did he listen to them? No. But at least nothing else was broken apart his partner's spirit.

-At least when at home he calmed down.

-He followed them everywhere, the bathroom, the kitchen ("I'm not gonna give you more food! Now is my time to eat!"), on the couch, then sat on their tummy.

-In the end, they understood that he just wanted cuddles. The moment they touched his fur they reached paradise.

-"Oh God you're so soft, so cute, so beautiful, please stay like this forever."

He bit their nose. He would have done that in his human form too.

-Kamui wanted to shower with them. And when Kamui wants something he gets it. It was a funny experience for his partner, for him? Not at all, now he understood why dogs hate baths. After two minutes he was already out, his partner laughing at him.

-And then, when they had to dry him?? HELL. He didn't stay still and his partner risked a finger more than once.

-Thank God the day ended and they went to sleep.

-The next morning, his partner woke up alone. Kamui was already in the kitchen eating everything that was inside the fridge.

-"Oh you're finally awake! I already started eating, hope you don't mind!" He said, eating on your lunch table and emptying the fridge like it was his.

They mind, but they also know Kamui doesn't care about it. But at this moment the question was another one.

"Are those my short? And that my fave t-shirt?"

"Ahahaha yes. I got them dirty while eating, I'm sure it's not a problem."

They wanted to cry.

"After lunch I'm gonna meet Abuto and the others" They could sense it wasn't going to be a peaceful meeting "meanwhile why don't we take a shower together?"

Now he was dangerously near to them. It wasn't really a question, his hands were already on their hips, ready to lift and carry them as a potato sack in case of a negative answer.

"This time it's gonna be my turn to laugh." Voice deep, a voice that told them what was going to happen to them soon.

But how could they say no to that voice?

[stories-by-rie]

Chapter 3 - Heart of Silver

Back in the present, Evelyn and Ariel search the house of the dead granny in order to find clues on how to stop the heart of silver curse.

words: 3614 || masterlist

Evelyn pulled in on the house’s driveway. Now that she knew that no one was living there anymore, she couldn’t deny the ghostly aura that hung on it. The windows were dirty, the geraniums in the windows dead and brown. The driveway was growing weeds all over, so unlike the tidy places of most older people. Even the magnolia tree looked glum now.

    “The whole house feels like death,” Ariel mumbled as they walked closer. “Must have been a pretty rich lady, though. Didn’t you say she didn’t have any money?”

    “It’s an old woman. She owned the house and couldn’t bear to separate from it. Believe me, she told me for nearly a whole hour how she wouldn’t move out because she couldn’t see it in someone else’s hands. The pension was just enough to cover for house and food, so she didn’t have much extra.”

    They came to a halt before the door that was cordoned off by the police, but Evelyn swiftly cut through the sticker.

    “You’ve become unscrupulous, huh,” Ariel said and stepped in behind her.

    “It’s your terrible influence,” Evelyn replied and turned on the lights.

    “This was probably a nice house once,” Ariel noted as they looked around. The ceiling was dark brown mahogany, the floor white marble tiles that looked quite expensive, but were covered with a great Persian carpet. Overall it seemed to have been a very grandiose house judging by its interior alone. There were shadows on the walls, where paintings or photos must have hung -- which perhaps had been sold in time. This was an impression that wasn’t new to Evelyn, as weren’t the spiderwebs in the corners and the dust on the decoration.

    “They probably used to have a lot of money back in the day. Judging from the silverware alone,” Evelyn agreed and pointed towards the dining room, the door still open from the day before. Ariel nodded along and they walked over the echoing tiles, over the old dusty rugs, quieter. There was a simple chandelier over the dinner table, dipping the small room in yellow light, spider webs between its bulbs.

    Evelyn walked over to the sideboard, opened the drawer where the silverware was neatly stashed on red velvet.

    “Fancy,” Ariel mumbled and looked at the spoons and knives and forks. “So which of these is the culprit?”

    Evelyn looked down, face blank. “I don’t remember.”

    “Didn’t you say that there was some kind of evil aura?”

“Very much so. It only missed evil green sparkles or something. But it just looked like a fork. Maybe too much like a fork? It definitely stood out somehow.” Evelyn looked down at the forks. None of it was missing, the cutlery was still neatly put in its satin cushion, but she still couldn’t make out the one that had been the medium to curse her. She still remembered the unsettling feeling that had overcome her at the sight of the whole drawer the last time around, shivers running down her spine. All of that was missing now.

    “Maybe it is because I sent the granny off? Or because the curse got activated?” she mused. Ariel crossed their arms before their chest.

“That’s both possible. Curses work in a whole lot of different ways, there are dozens of various classifications for how they are transmitted alone. If the medium isn’t working once the curse gets activated, and doesn’t even show signs of the curse, then it means that either the curse gets transmitted through the victim, or that the curse medium is randomised. Any kind of object could be the medium now if it’s not you.”

    Evelyn felt her limbs get heavier at those words. It was not the silver – not yet. It was the hope that left her in that moment. Somehow, it had been so easy in her mind. Ariel knew their curses. They knew how to break them.

    “So, what do we do no-”

    Evelyn didn’t even get to finish her question before Ariel took the first fork and poked their finger on it.

    “What are you doing?” her voice jumped an octave higher as Ariel tried the next one.

    “These aren’t exactly sharp, did it bleed when you poked your finger?”

    “No. Sort of? There was liquid silver when I pressed it. But- Why are you-”

    “Maybe it is just a hidden medium. Sometimes, when curses are especially deadly, to make sure the whole power goes into just that one victim, the medium hides its potential so that it won’t curse two people at the same time.”

    “Ah.” Evelyn stared at Ariel as they kept poking themselves with the forks. “So can it still curse you then?”

    “Depends. Potentially.”

    It was late and Evelyn was exhausted, so it took a while for her to understand those words’ meaning. Once she did, however, she quickly grabbed the fork out of Ariel’s hand and put it back.

    “Are you mad? What if you get cursed too?” With horror she looked at a reasonably startled Ariel who just shrugged.

    “Would definitely keep me motivated.” Their gaze dropped to Evelyn’s neck, then wrists where the dark silver veins were well hidden by her hoodie.

    “No. If you get sick you won’t be able to cure me anymore. You stay alive, preferably.” Evelyn closed the drawer and pinched the bridge of her nose.

    “Then how do you think I am going to find the right fork if it is just hiding?” At this point Ariel sounded a little exasperated, a fake smile on their dark purple lips.

    “Don’t you have some strange curse detector of sorts?”

    Ariel just shook their head. “Only nolly-powder and that’s really just for our last resort, okay? There are really, drastically awful side-effects, and we should not lose time because of them.” 

It was quiet in the dining room, only the platter of the rain against the windows -- it sounded spitefully soft now. The quiet of a house not lived in. Consequently, it was easy to hear the door fall shut.

    Both Evelyn and Ariel whipped around toward the back of the room, where the door was still wide open as they had left it.

    “Maybe above us?” Evelyn wondered with a toneless voice.

    “Did you not say you sent the granny off?” Ariel asked instead. They glanced at each other with the same uncertain look in their eyes.

    “I am really tired. I would honestly be happier if this was a burglar, and not a ghost. Or a Mare. Seriously, I couldn’t even handle an Elwetritsch today.”

    “Isn’t that last one just some super shy chicken with antlers?” Ariel had turned back to the forks and continued poking their finger.

    “Please don’t underestimate chicken nor antlers. But yes. They also can’t shut doors,” Evelyn said and sighed deeply. Maybe, if she ignored any kind of noises for long enough they would eventually disappear by themselves.

    Certainly, getting cursed didn’t seem bad enough for one day, though. So she flinched when there followed the sound of something heavy falling over – really heavy – somewhere in the house, even if it was not close by.

    “At this point, it would make more sense if it was a burglar,” Ariel said and walked back towards the hallway. Stairs lead up to the next floor on one side, a door right underneath that had to lead into the cellar.“Hey, let’s take bets. I say it’s a burglar, you say it’s a horned chicken. Winner gets ten Euros, deal?”

    “It’s called an Elwetritsch, and also I wouldn’t make deals with dying people if I were you, Ariel.”

    “That just sounds like you have no faith in my abilities at all.” They said it like a joke, but Evelyn knew them long enough now to understand what they actually meant. The way they weren’t looking up at her when they said it was telling enough.

    “I do trust you, Ariel. You know that right?” Evelyn looked at them, and when their eyes finally met, Ariel’s crinkled. “Just, the situation is driving me a bit on edge, that’s all,” she added.

    “Mh,” Ariel hummed, not in a way that indicated that they believed her. For now she ignored it, as she did the feeling of doubt in the pit of her stomach, and focused on Ariel instead when they pointed upstairs. “Let’s check in on the Elwetritsch?”

    Evelyn nodded and followed them up the stairs. Last time she had not gone that far deep into the house, and it seemed like the old woman who had lived here didn’t either. The dust laid heavily on the old furniture, even on the ground in a way that was easy to see in the dim light.

    “Doesn’t seem like she went here often.” Ariel wiped a finger over the dust and pulled a face. “This is going to make my allergies so bad.”

    “Maybe she was too old to walk many steps. Old people have bad joints, no?” Evelyn opened the door to her side, revealing a small bathroom that looked like it was ripped straight out of a 70s decoration advert. It smelled like old water and too much soap, the tiles a shade of orange that should be banned. 

    “It would be a good place for a burglar now that the house is officially empty, just that there are no signs of a living person anywhere. Not even chicken feet in the dust.” Ariel had kneeled on the ground staring at the floor from close up and squinted at the tiles. They sneezed. 

    “Maybe the noise came from the cellar then,” Evelyn wondered and walked over to the next door. Behind it, there was a children’s room. Posters of pop bands from the eighties still hung on the walls, the bookshelves empty but the bed still made ready. It poked at Evelyn, uncurled something inside her heart at the view.

    “She had her kid’s room ready for whenever they would come back home, it seems. That’s very nice.” And still no one had noticed the old woman’s death in such a long time. She must have been truly lonely. She walked over to the next room that was mostly empty.

    “Any chickens inside?” Ariel asked into the space – nothing answered. There were still curtains and a closet on the wall. A fainter colour in the shape of a bed on another wall.

    “This probably was the old bedroom. Maybe she had the bed brought downstairs at some point.” Evelyn walked over where there was still an impression of the bedposts in the old rug.

    “Okay, one more room, I am having the hunch that I will be disappointed regarding my expectations to see horned chicken today.”

    “Wait.” Evelyn turned back to Ariel who was just about to walk over to the next room. “Don’t you think this room feels weird?” she asked and Ariel just shrugged. But there was an undeniable shadow hiding in the corners, behind the curtains, inside the closet.

    “Feels like it does in your apartment. Like ghosts are trapped in here.”

    “There are no ghosts trapped inside my apartment,” Ariel refuted but walked closer to Evelyn as she went to open the closet door.

    “Are you good with ghosts?” they mumbled behind her back as she put her hand on the door knob.

    “Most of them. As long as I recognize them, yes.”

    Ariel chuckled a bit at her words, which gave her the courage to open the door. Behind, there was nothing. Nothing but shadows. Evelyn crunched down and now it was her turn to wipe with her finger through the dust.

    “And?”

    “Looks like there were ghosts here at least. Maybe it was the granny. There is residue mixed here. See? The grey ash?” She held her finger up for Ariel to see and they nodded.

    “Knew that dust looked funky.”

    “It’s when ghosts dissolve. They lose what could be considered their body. To the human eye it looks ashen. It also tends to darken shadows.”

    “Fascinating.”

    Evelyn looked up at Ariel with a raised eyebrow. “You had a class about this. You studied the same subjects as me at uni.”

    “That really is no reason for me to actually know this stuff.”

    Evelyn supposed that they had made a fair point and let the matter be, even if the confusion would not leave her. 

“The granny was still very lifelike when I saw her. She couldn’t have dissolved that much so quickly for us to find so much residue.”

“So, more ghosts?”, Ariel suggested and Evelyn gave a nod. There was only one more room on the floor, and she could not deny the rising anticipation. Before the door, they both hesitated, though. 

    “If there is no burglar in there, we should check the cellar next,” Evelyn mused and Ariel nodded and stepped back a bit, as if asking Evelyn to open the door first.

    “We should check the cellar either way, really. No matter what we find behind this door” she said and took a step back too. Ariel just sent their hand through their hair and pointed at the door.

    “You feel that there’s something behind this, too. Don’t you? It might be important, so we should really check this out. You go first.”

    Evelyn shook her head. “There is no reason I should go first. This is about curses, so you’re the go-to person. You should go first.”

    “It’s likelier that there’s a burglar behind this, or a horned chicken. That’s your area of expertise, so you should go first. I am far too fragile to be put in such a danger.”

    “Ariel, you were the one who went to attack a Mare back when we met, do you remember?”

    “Yes, and I have learnt and changed myself through that experience. More specifically, I have learnt that it should be you who deals with these kinds of matters. So after you.”

    Evelyn sighed deeply and then shrugged. “You know what? Fine. There’s no reason not to check out this room too. I can ignore some cold shudders down my spine, I am not that easily frightened.” Just as she put her hand on the door knob, though, the knob dissipated to dust right in front of her. Evelyn and Ariel exchanged a glance. “I feel like something doesn’t actually want us to enter this room.”

    “No shit.” Ariel stepped back even farther and then waved for her to move out of the way. Evelyn just managed to get far away enough before they tried to kick the door open. 

    A loud yelp, a loud bang when the door flew open, but nothing else happened, no monster jumping at them, no screaming ghost, and no attacking burglar either. In front of them was a simple study, filled with bookshelves and a big desk full of papers and letters.

    “I am slightly disappointed. That’s what I hurt my ankle for?” Ariel said as they stepped inside. Evelyn followed right after and couldn’t hide her slight awe. For a few seconds, the sight of the study overwhelmed her, a space that was clearly well cared for, a space that must have been so precious a long time ago. It was as obvious as it could be, small decorative figures on the shelf, a few letters framed on the wall. The only sign of neglect was the thick layer of dust on the books, even inside there. It was the few seconds in which Evelyn’s heart beat a bit lighter, forgetting about the fact that it pumped liquid silver through her body.

    The spell was broken as Ariel’s words settled in a bit late. “You hurt your ankle? Should we go and check with a doctor?” 

    “No, it’ll be fine. This is how devoted I am to curing you. Let’s check out these open letters and books, maybe we will find a clue about the curse,” Ariel whispered. They had a good point though, so they both started to work through what they could get in their hands.

    It didn’t take long until they realized what the old lady had used the study for.

    “She was looking into curses,” Evelyn said as she flipped through A Beginners Guide to Curses And How to Break Them.

    “Yeah. I found a conversation with a famous curse-broker from the sixties here. Apparently they were discussing some new phenomena that they thought were linked to curses.”

    “But she was not a curse-broker herself?” Evelyn wondered and Ariel shook their head.

    “If she had been, I would have known. Not a professional one, at least. Maybe she just was fascinated by them. Or maybe she had a victim in her family. A lot of people get into curses after one of their loved ones succumbs to one.”

    Evelyn continued to flip through the book before her until her fingers traced the photo of a boy in silver, shackled to a barn wall. A cold shudder ran through her then, made her recoil a bit before she flipped to the next page, where an equally familiar photo was printed.

    “Ariel, I am certain that this woman knew about the Heart of Silver curse. This book looks well read.”

    “You have it,” Ariel mumbled from behind her, their voice a bit thin. It nearly sounded as if they would start crying, which was a slightly unsettling thought.

    When Evelyn turned around, it was not Ariel who stood behind her. Instead, she stared right at the very dead eyes of a young boy. He was maybe fifteen years old, still already nearly as big as Evelyn herself. The startle nearly made her scream, but she could control herself just in time. Carefully, she tried to look around and find Ariel, but the boy just came closer, losing his body more and more.

    “Yes, I have. I have it,” Evelyn stuttered and held out the book to him. 

    “No. You have it,” the boy repeated, in the same manner, but he still sounded more powerful. His eyes dropped to her neck, where the black lines of her silver veins were visible the best. 

    “I do,” she agreed and pulled up her sleeves as well to bare her wrists. 

    “You should find what you really want,” the boy said with a sad tone in his voice, it sounded farther away than he was. So hollow.

    “I will. Thank you.”

    The boy still looked like there was more that he wanted to say, but when he opened his mouth next, there was no sound coming from him. Instead he just disappeared into thin air once more. Evelyn felt her whole body shake.

    “Oh! Look at what I found! That old granny won second place in a cooking show once!” Ariel yelled from across the room. Evelyn turned to them and the framed certificate in their hands.

    “Wow, you look as if you have seen a ghost.”

    Evelyn just stared at them from afar and pointed towards the dusty footprints before her.

    “There is a ghost in here.”

    The ash-like dust was still falling slowly like soft snow and landed before her feet -- the thought alone that the ghost was standing so close made her skin crawl. Ariel took off their glasses for a moment to narrow their eyes at where Evelyn was pointing.

    “I can’t see anything.”

    “The ghost is currently not showing his corporal form.”

    Ariel nodded and pushed the glasses back up their nose. “So it was a ghost, not a burglar or an Elwetritsch. At least as long as there isn’t anything weird in the cellar. What happens when neither of us win a bet? Do we both pay? You give me 10 euros and I give you 10 euros?”

    Evelyn decided to ignore the question and instead held up the book that was still in her hands.

    “The old lady knew about the curse. The ghost materialized for a moment when I talked about it. He said ‘You should find what you really want’, and then disappeared.”

    Finally, Ariel got a bit more serious and walked over.

    “That’s the same book as I have at home,” they mumbled and took it out of her hands. “So the old granny really knew some of those curses. I wonder if it’s just a coincidence, or if she was somehow tied to that curse especially.” They flipped through the pages not unlike Evelyn had done before, until they looked up again. “What is it that you really want, Evelyn?”

    “I want to get rid of this curse, of course, what do you think?”

    “What do you really want, must be the focus here, then. So, some kind of personal revelation might be the key to fulfilling the curse.”

    “Believe me, my thoughts and emotions are all set on staying alive. Maybe what he said was not related to the curse, though. It could be that he was just talking nonsense. Some ghosts lose control over their words with time,” Evelyn pointed out and with another glance at the ashen dust before her, she added, “This one has been dissolving for a long time now, from what it looks like. I bet he is the one leaving all the residue in the other rooms.”

    Ariel put down the book onto the desk and stared at the ashen footprints in front of Evelyn. “Better search the cellar then? Let’s find out a bit more about this granny that taught herself about curses, hid ghosts in her house, and cursed innocent ghost hunters after her death with her silverware, shall we?”

In lieu of nothing better to say, Evelyn agreed and carefully stepped around the ghost, out of the study.

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate

warnings: strong language, argument, angst, inappropriate behavior, impregnating kink, violence, suggestive

a/n: this is connected to the other wolf!ateez reaction to finding their mate; I hope you like it anon! also I included some action

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Hong Joong is a natural leader so he would try to plan and control everything including your daily routine. You know he normally wants you safe and sound but now that you’re in the sixth month and your bumb is becoming bigger he doesn’t really realize that the tasks are just too much for you.

Everyone in the town is super happy that you’re giving them a future leader or maybe a little princess. The pack members always want to talk to you or give you presents which made a normal shopping tour impossible by now. You can feel the pressure they’re inflicting on you and for gods sake just want some last months of peace but that won’t be possible with the alpha’s brilliant plan for you.

Today was also an enormous stressful day as all the grannies of your pack planned out a full five hour ceremony for you and the pup. You knew some things in Hong Joong‘s pack would be different but this made you feel uncomfortable like never before.

„Y/N?“ Hong Joong sees his mate crying in the living room your head held between your hands and sobs leaving you occasionally. „What’s wrong?“ He crouches down in front of you on the ground and takes your shaking hands away to see your glassy orbs and reddened cheeks.

„I- I cannot do this anymore...“

„What?“

„The ceremonies and gifts and talks and meetings and - it‘s just all too much!“

„Are you serious? I didn’t know... I mean the ahjummas told me you are just nervous. It’s traditional for the luna - “

„Joong! I am crying in front of you and pleading for some peace and everything you can think about is the pack and your stupid traditions! I am not nervous I just don’t want to stand naked in front of some old ladies who are telling me how to raise our baby!“

The alpha‘s eyes turn into a rich golden color and you can see that his wolf is coming to the surface at your little outburst. An alpha usually doesn’t take any shit but you’re his luna and you are indeed able to stand your point in front of him (also the naked part seems odd to him, too). Hong Joong sighs and takes your hands into his ones.

„I didn’t know it was so stressful for you and our pup. I just wanted to follow the traditions of my pack and forgot about your feelings and well-being entirely... I am really sorry my beautiful mate.“

The alpha takes you into his arms and gives you a kiss full of love. „From now on you can decide for yourself what you want to do and I will try to become a better mate. Our pack loves you, they will understand.“

„Thank you, Hong Joong“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Park Seong Hwa was a calm and loving mate. He always dreamed of a family with his beloved one and a pup. When the doctor said you were going to get twins he was lost. Your tummy became so big he always feared it would hurt you in some way but you assured him it was fine.

As Seong Hwa had a reputable family background and Y/N not really you slowly became aware of the possessive behavior of his family. Seong Hwa, too, had something slight arrogant to himself but you could handle it. The gatherings at his on the other site turned into a slight inconvenient time for you.

„A boy and a girl! I am so proud of you!“ His aunt said excited.

„Yes, at least one boy.“ Of course, you already expected Seong Hwa‘s parents to want an heir for their prestigious estate but now you feared for your little girl. Growing up in a family where only your son is loved his grandparents was something you wouldn’t want for your daughter.

Your patience was soon at it‘s limit when he and his family continued praising your boy and almost forgetting about the other pup that was in your tummy.

„I am so proud of Y/N! We are going to have the best boy in the world and - “

„Park Seong Hwa, we need to talk.“ You stood up and everyone went silent when you dragged your mate outside into the garden.

„I know you only want to impress you parents but what do you think is our daughter going to feel as soon as she‘s sitting with us at the table if you continue only talking about our son?“

„I - I didn’t consider that.“

„Why can’t you be happy about our babygirl like you’re when we’re alone? I am a girl, too. We’re not any less than boys.“

„Y/N, you know I would never think like that.“

„But your family does. They only see me as the one who gives you heirs.“

„I think it would be better if you go home.“

„Seriously? You know what, I am really going home. Home as in my parents house. You should start realizing that I am the mother and I won‘t allow you and your family to hurt my family in any way!“

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j e o n g y u n h o

Your and Yun Ho‘s relationship wasn’t easy at all. You being the princess and him one of the rogue leaders made it hard for you to live your romance freely. You often wanted to tell your parents but seeing them fighting the rogues more and more stopped you from your plan. You wanted peace, just like your mate, too.

To end the war between the wolves and rogues meant a mind change and you felt like the moon goddess picked the two of you on purpose. Maybe it was your destiny?

When you met Yun Ho that day to tell him the news about the pup you were having he suddenly changed into his wolf out of excitement and happiness which caused tears out of joy into your eyes.

By now it was inevitable to not tell your parents about your mate. It was the right time and you didn’t tell Yun Ho something about your decision because you trusted the king and the queen.

It was a fatal mistake to believe that - your mother only cried when the king screamed and trashed around and like an insane person he ordered the guards to bring you into a prison and lock you away from the rogue leader until he killed him. What was worse, they planned you to abort the pup and marry you off to another wolf.

Yun Ho soon found out about everything and nearly collapsed at thought of not only you being in danger but their baby, too. He gathered as much pack members as possible and made his way to your estate.

„I am warning you one last time King Y/L/N! You’re going to give me back my mate or I will burn down everything here!“

„Your mate? She’s my daughter and the princess! My blood would never interact with your kind and this scum that is growing inside her is going to die like you!“ That was enough to start the attack leaving Yun Ho taking some of the wolves with him to find you down in the basement.

He once saw you like this before and it nearly breaks his heart only this time it’s worse. You lay on the ground unconscious and beaten when he picks you up and flees out of your kingdom.

„Don’t worry my love. I promise no one’s going to lay a hand on you ever again!“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

„Mh, mine.“ Yeo Sang stood behind you his nose deeply nuzzled into your neck and his arms holding you and your tummy.

„Who?“ You feel him smirk and are sure of it when he raises his head and bites your earlobe a little bit.

„Both.“

Today you were having a big dinner with some of the other alphas and their families again. There was one big long table where everyone sat down and as you and Yeo Sang were mates your families now sit together.

You already had a bad feeling this morning knowing your ex would be there, too, seeing your mate being extremely overprotective since you’re pregnant.

You went to the restroom and when hen you wanted to get back to the others someone stopped you holding your wrist.

„Long time no see. The pregnancy suits you, Y/N.“

„Jong Su.“

You turned around and gave him a shy smile. How everything turned out a few months ago wasn’t in your interest, too. Before you can say anything he nears you and lays his hand on your belly making you slightly uncomfortable.

„That should’ve been mine. This bastard really didn’t wait long to shoot his dna into your dirty little cunt, right?“

„Jong S - “ Suddenly Yeo Sang grabbed the boy‘s hand and smashed it into the wall next to you leaving the boy crying and rolling on to the ground holding his hand.

„You better not touch what’s not yours! I thought I taught you last time?! I swear if I see you in her vicinity one more time I fucking break your neck!“ With that Yeo Sang took your hand carefully and guided you to one of the balconies of the mansion.

„Yeo Sang, I am sorry...“

„Why are you sorry? I love you Y/N and he has no right to talk to you or about you like that!“

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c h o i s a n

There was nothing better for him than seeing his mate with her little tummy standing in the kitchen and baking the cake for a garden party with their friends. San sneaked up behind you and before you could stop him he already stole a berry from your topping.

„Choi San! Hands off!“ You clapped his hand away and laughed out loud when he took a berries and ran away from you.

„Mooowwwrry.“ You stood behind the couch whereas he was in front of you on the other site smirking at you while he choked down the rest.

You lunged forward and luckily he caught you with open arms causing the two of you to land on the couch. He layed on top of you holding him up with one arm and in the other hand still some berries.

„Be careful my love! You cannot be so wild with our pup inside you!“

„Ah, now you’re acting concerned? What’s with my cake, hm?“

„Sshh... - “ He pops one of the red fruits into your mouth and grins at you. When you were about to shove him off you he held your wrist still and smashed his lips onto yours.

„I love you so much.“

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s o n g m i n g i

You could say Min Gi was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation first but fascinated at the same time. You still remember how he asked you how this could happen and you started to explain the intercourse to him leaving the two of you laughing the whole evening.

When he first bought the most ridiculous things like clothes for two genders and 50 packs of diapers he was now doing pretty good. Min Gi calmed down a little bit and started to read books and asked friends for advise. By now you probably didn’t even need to take care about anything because he planned out every detail.

Min Gi and you got closer while exploring the forests in your wolf form. His wolf went crazy everytime he saw your grown stomach - a typical natural instinct of possessiveness. Sometimes he got so excited he nearly climbed you on your trips. He had such a huge wolf so you were afraid that some day he would accidentally crush you.

„Be careful!“

„Ah, I am sorry... I cannot control myself. I think heat‘s coming.“ His wolf let out small whines while he let himself bump on the ground.

„Aish, Min Gi... Please don’t be sad. I didn’t mean it like that and I only think it’s not a very good idea to do it in our wolf forms right now.“

„You mean, human would be ok?“

You cuddled yourself into his side and licked his ears. Suddenly he jumped up and began to heckle like a maniac.

„Then let‘s go home so I can have some fun with you.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Although Woo Young was the wolf prince and his daily life was often spent with office work and meetings he was quite childish when being alone with you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not mature enough but he likes to make people happy and is a friend of positivity.

Oh, and you always knew when he got home because of the sentence: „WHERE ARE MY BABIES?“

Woo Young also resembled the perfect father in your eyes - every evening when the two of you sat down on the couch and watched a movie he told you about all his future goals and what he wants to do with your little son when he’s finally there.

He also helped you a lot when your stomach grew bigger and bigger and took care of the house duties when it became too hard for you.

Maybe the sweetest part of the pregnancy was how Woo Young liked to talk with your tummy. He used every chance to lay his ears on it and feel the little kicks of your pup. His eyes grew bigger every time something happened and he looked so fascinated.

After the tough time the two of you had your mate was able to make you trust him and give you the love and family you never had. All the hate was gone and replaced with harmony and safety.

„Y/N?“

„Oh god, no ‚Where are my babies?‘ today?“ You chuckled at him while planting the roses in your garden. When Woo Young didn’t respond you got up and watched him smirking at you mischievously.

„Just you wait. Someday you’re going to say it, too!“

„My prince stop being a nuisance and help a pregnant girl.“ Your mate grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your faces were only centimeters apart.

„You’re not some pregnant girl. You’re my pregnant princess and like I said, we‘re meant for eachother and it shows.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

„You’re kidding me.“

„No, you can see it here.“

„Yeah, more like I can see nothing.“

Jong Ho was totally overwhelmed with having a girl instead of a strong wolf boy. He didn’t even consider it beforehand and now reality crashes down on him. A girl? He’s pretty much busy with protecting his mate and now he has to protect two females?

At home Jong Ho enters after you leaving the keys on the side table and watches how you clap your hands and jump a little bit.

„Isn’t this great? The baby is healthy for now and it’s going to be a little girl! We can chose names if you want I already have some ide - “

„You’re really happy?“

„Choi Jong Ho, I know that voice you’re using. What’s wrong?“

„Y/N, you know me. I know there are many other boys like me outside and I am afraid of having a daughter! I don’t want her to meet a copy of myself and that sounds very wrong but I hope you know what I mean...“

„Jong Ho... First you’re not that bad - I mean, you were a big playboy before you met me but, the point is, you changed.“

„Yes, after I met you. When is she meeting her mate? She’s going to make mistakes. She will meet some asshole who breaks her heart before he comes.“

„Well, I wouldn’t say that you were pretty nice to me before my birthday but that doesn’t matter anymore. And don’t believe you are the only guy, I had my experiences and they make us stronger. It’s okay, that’s life. Why don’t you use your fear to turn her into a strong and confident girl?“

„You think I am able to?“

„Of course. I believe you can do everything. You made me fall in love with you if that’s not proof enough I don’t know what’s then.“

With that you both start laughing and he whispers a small ‚okay‘ while you give him a peck on his pouting lips.

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Monsta x being jealous reaction

I really loved your writing for the Monsta x reaction to you being jealous, could you do it the other way, please?!

↬ Shownu

starting with our favourite leader 

shownu is the type of guy who gets jealous but only tells you IF IF IF IF IF  you notice

THE MEN HAS NO FACIAL EXPRESSION!!!

i MEAN he has but only on stage opsss

anyway he never gets jealous about just guys hitting on you 

he gets jealous of your attention 

so here you were, at changkyun’s birthday and you were helping kihyun and kyunnie in the kitchen

that's was fine 

but you were laughing at the boys

and being gorgeous ( why are you being like this? CAN YOU TRY TO BE UGLY ???? shownu calm down boy) 

so he kinda gets angry and wants your attention

 BUT HE does nOT tell YOU!!!

SO you just keep going like nothing happened 

until you ask him to help you 

and he just looks at you like grrr

you: ?? honey? 

then everything just clicks in your mind 

he is: J E A L O U S 

YOU HUG HIM

give him attention and he will be fine 

sn: >:( 

you : * smooches love and kisses*

sn: :3 

yeah that’s it he is fine now. 

the second they are less jealous they are just... baby boys, right? 

↬ Wonho

BABY I MISS YOU SO MUCH

mbb keep fighting for your love he deserves everything

Anyway

We know he is needy and he is VERY jealous of mbb, imagine in a relationship

He trusts you thought... He just doesn't trust men. ( Who do I mean tf)

YOU are his precious treasure 

nobody can touch you without your permission 

so when both of you were in one of those jooheons party’s and a strange guy started to be touching and flirty with you, he was already all over the guy 

the thing is, he is waiting for your “permission”

you stopped him 

you: I already told you, I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND YOU IDIOT

you pushed the guy and held wonho’s hands 

you: men are annoying 

wh: that’s right, men suck, sorry for being one

you: I mean if all of them were like you...

wh: would it be better? yes but... you could replace me for someone better

you: Wonho, that’s not such a thing. I will never in my life find someone better and more perfect for me, you're the only one, my love. 

wh: good, because I am all ours. 

will kiss u in front of that asshole just because he can ;)

and bc he wants

I mean, he is very touchy with you in public to not get in these types of situation 

his bigger fear is that your strong personality put you in a big fight and you get hit or worse you know? 

he hates the fact that guys only respect you bc of him and not for the fact that you are a person

and he lives to hate men with you 

and keeps telling that, harassment its NOT your fault and will never be. 

yes mbb, we stan the right men <3

↬ Minhyuk

wjneiwnejeej a little mothafuckr

Follow me on this one

He is a free young spirit who is not controlling or do not wants you to feel trapped at all

bUT

You are H I S girl

Not just like a gf

You are his partner/best friend/ lover

So no!!! he is not sharing the moments you both are supposed to do with someone else

He doesn't care if guys eat you with the eyes ( unless you care, and you do, so rip to them)

So watching a hero movie in the theatre with kihyun because is the movie premiere and he is working as an MC that night? It's a no-no to him

And as every demon Scorpio, you should know revenge is coming

He is basically not hanging with you

At all

You both live together and he is like " oh hey StRanGeR"

So you just apologise bc you miss him

And he misses you too so he MIGHT feel guilty and apologise too

mh: " I hate eating alone and sorry I did use your favourite serum last night just bc I was mad but I will buy another one you know youareeverythingtome just just... Don't hang out with kihyun alone doing stuff that me ME YOUR BOYFRIEND Lee minhyuk should do!!!!! Iloveyousorrysorry"

You can only laugh and kiss him

And ofc you sure him that hanging with kihyun is like taking your old aunt out bc she needs her vitamin c.

He is never letting kihyun live after this

You both good.

:) he is too soft to make you in pain

↬ Kihyun

I honestly hate kihyun sassy ass 

but I love him :( 

he is A JEALOUS BITCH 

a lil bit controlling... just keep him at his place and it will be fine

he gets more jealous of your friends and coworkers 

because in his head, if you already like/love them, they can steal you 

what a smart hamster 

but dumb bc you wouldn't replace him 

and even with a superego, like everyone, kihyun has his insecurities

so yes > afraid of losing you< its an issue here

one day you just keep telling about your friend wooyoung 

and how happy you are for him and his lover

because he made like the cutest things for their one-year anniversary 

and you just keep telling all the details, excited for your friend 

kihyun gets jealous and mad because he thinks you’re saying that wooyoung is better, more romantic 

kh: okay just date him already 

you: ???? what?

kh: you only talk about how is he the most romantic guy right? i get it

you: no its not- 

kh: I might not have a lot time for you bc of the band but I swear I try my very best for you, I mean if you are unhappy with me I understand but 

you: kihyun shut up 

he looks at you, damn he is mad 

you sigh bc this hoe is mad for nothing

you: first of all wooyoung is gay and his lover is san 

kh: ohh

you: yeah ohhh, plus I am very satisfied with you baby why would you say that? I love you bitch, I ain't never gonna stop loving you, bitch

kh: I love you too baby and stopping using old vines to tell you love me 

you: no 

you: I WANT A CHURCH BOY WHO GOES TO CHURCH AND READ HIS BIBLEEEE

kh: that’s it goodbye 

kihyun has left the room

but smiling bc he loves you 

↬ Hyungwon

GOD HE DOES NOT CARE AT ALL

maybe because we know hyungwon is a very straightforward person 

and you two make sure to always make clear each other feeling and thoughts

so Won knows how much you love him 

you love him and he loves you

what's more important than that?

so when the fandom and the media discover about you two 

that was rumours about you cheating on him with your best male friend

and someone photoshopped a picture of you two kissing 

hyungwon saw this and immediately made sure to speak to the press

hw: this picture is fake and y/n is only a friend of the male with her, she is loyal so don't try to break something that is unbreakable

you cried seeing that bc 

your men>>>>>>>>>>>>

you: baby you didn't tell me about that

hw: I didn't want to worry you, it’s okay now 

you: you really trust me huh? 

hw: of course I do 

he kissed you gently 

hw: also, I am a 10 and your friend is a 7 in the max, seriously you must be crazy to even think about cheating on me  

you: you're right, I could never 

you hug him because he is so precious uwu 

And damn he is right

He is a god

Could you tell me where can I find my own hyungwon?

↬ Jooheon

SO HAHA remember this lil shit?

with all that “ jealous is for ppl who don’t trust each other”?

haha BULLSHIT 

once again joo trust you of course 

but he gets annoyed 

world please understand 

YOU ARE HIS GIRL 

PERIODT!!!! 

so let's say that some pictures of you being hella sexy were out for the public

nothing promiscuous just

sexy you know?

so these pics were out ( was intentional bc you were promoting for a friend)

but everyone was talking about 

so one rapper commented “ damn that’s hot” 

and well

jooheon is not happy about this 

he knows its only a campaign but DOES PPL NEED TO TALK THAT YOU ARE HOT? 

jh: asshole hot is my fucking hand after slap your ugly face I swear I will cut everyone hand that commented those things about my girl 

you: jooheon

jh: what??? 

you: well forget it, you're mad :( 

he is sorry for being angry 

jh: sorry baby, just tell me pretty baby ~

you: I was going to say... why don’t you do what they want so badly?

he still didn't understand

so you sit on his lap

kissing his neck, you whisper close to his ears 

you: why don’t you show me what only you can do? 

you: why don't you make me scream the name of the only person that can touch my body? 

jh: oh baby, you can bet I will, gladly 

he smirks and...

you know ;)

( I am not weak for angry!jooheon, you are)

↬ Changkyun

he is the most passionate guy 

that’s why Kyun is so confusing in my eyes

he pretends he is cold, but he is soft

he pretends being dope, he is weird

he pretends to be a fuckboy but is romantic 

he pretends he does not care, but he cares, waaay too much 

maybe both of you are jealous 

nobody has ever said about being exclusive at all

but it was an exclusive thing 

both just didn't know ( clowns 🤡)

the game was going to be a draw

but kyun couldn't help himself when that guy was touching you way too much 

taking way to much smiles and laughs of you 

when he could look at you way to close 

and dance way to sensual with you 

no, he couldn't help himself of picking you and find an empty place to talk 

ck: look I just... why are you with him? 

you: kyun I mean, you were with that girl too and, wait, you're jealous?

kyun just keep looking at you like you discover his dark secret  

you: good, I was with him to make jealous 

ck: really?

you: yeah so just fucking kiss me 

and he did 

all night

making sure that from now, you're his

and he is yours 

like is supposed to be 

<3 

[lovelytsumu]

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sakusa kiyoomi x asexual f!reader | hqwn monthly prompt!

prompt 4: write about LGBTQ+ Pride Month. Are your characters attending the parades? Are they a public speaker for a pride event? Is there a confession between two of your characters?

wc: 1,5k | genre: fluff, slight angst | tw: minor mentions of sex [nothing explicit]

this is dedicated to my best friend Gio and all my asexual mates. also if you’re not asexual, but your sexuality is linked to the ace spectrum!

Sakusa knew he wasn’t a guy who was constantly thinking about sex, also, he thought he wasn’t even comfortable with romantic relationships. But when he met her, ________, his ideas got totally ruined, and not in a bad way.

She was gentle, kind, respectful, lovely and beautiful. He noticed her back in highschool, when he was recognised as one of the top three aces in the country between the fifteen and eighteen years old category.

His cousin, Komori, was in the same school and same team, and that’s thanks to him that ___ came into his life.

At first, she introduced herself as his cousin’s best friend, also if Sakusa had never seen Komori with her. Anyway, he didn’t want to seem a stalker or something. 

She looked almost perfect in every situation. At school, she was always wearing a clean uniform, her hair was nevery messy, her makeup was neutral, not too much and not too many vibrant colours. Thanks to these details, Sakusa didn’t mind her presence, also if with her he acted the same ways as usual.

They got close, to the point Kiyoomi defined her one of his “friends”. When he told it to Komori, his cousin couldn’t believe him. A friend? A person like him, who has always preferred to be alone, defined someone his friend? Magic.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed her company, to the point he was even able to open up more, and not exchange just two words and then staying in silence. But when, a month later, she went near him and Komori and told them she was dating with a boy from the third year, he was speechless. 

If he only wasn’t one of the “bad boys” of the school, he would be happy for his friend. He spent days thinking about her and her new relationship. Trying to forget her, he ended up feeling worse. Why was he thinking about her like that? She was just a friend.

When he spot her walking through the hallway holding hands with her boyfriend, Sakusa just looked at her smiling. He hoped ___ would smile at him in that way, but she looked happier with someone else.

He didn’t want to admit he developed something for her, it was wrong. It could ruin her relationship with him and her actual boyfriend, so he just watched her having fun from afar.

“Are you okay?” his cousin asked, noticing that he was often looking for his friend, that now was so distant. “Don’t tell me that you’re jealous of ___” “No” he was denying the obvious. He was jealous. Someone stole his first friend that easily, and he couldn’t do anything.

[...]

Some months have passed since ___ has started dating, and Sakusa, in a way or in another, suffocated his feelings for her.

His friend was aware that she hadn’t spent too much time with her friends, because she was always with her boyfriend. But, when she tried to talk to Kiyoomi, he sounded cold and distant, somehow he was trying to avoid to have a conversation with her.

“Komori, did anything happened to Sakusa? I have the feeling he’s trying to avoid me...” she asked, with a sad expression. “I don’t know... he’s a complicated person, he has always been alone.” “What?” “Since we were little, I brought him to some volleyball practices, because his parents were often too busy, and also his older sister was...”

“I guess I’ve been a terrible friend, then” ___ got up “Do you know where he is?” asked. “We’ll have practice in like twenty minutes, I think he should be here soon” said Komori, looking around.

“Who were you looking for?” Sakusa’s voice appeared behind them. “Oh! Hi!” his cousin jumped, he got scared. “Hi, Sakusa” ___ greeted him with a plain voice “Do you have five minutes? I’d like to talk to you in private” she asked, while Komori headed to the gym.

“What happened?” “I just want to know if you think I am a bad friend. You’ve been avoiding me for some time, Komori told me that you have never had too many friends, and the fact that I spent all of my free time with my boyfriend...” the girl was about to tear up, she felt very guilty for leaving his friend alone. “Oh... Don’t worry. Sorry, I was just overthinking these days” he answered, without looking in her eyes.

“Oh, okay then, have a good practice” she felt relieved, showing one of her smiles to her friend. On the other hand Sakusa wasn’t that relieved, he wanted to tell her that the boy who was dating was recognised as someone who only thought about sex and intimate things. Not that it was wrong, but, there’s a limit for everything,

The next week something strange happened. ___ and her boyfriend broke up. When he heard the news, he was about to choke on his water. After school, while he was crossing the street, he heard some voices. “Are you serious, why?” someone was talking, he stopped nearby, careful to not be seen. “I just offered her to have a magic night with me, after three months of dating and a lot of touching, and that bitch refused. I don’t know why, those little second years who wear pink bows are the hungriest—”

Enough. As soon as he left, his phone rang. It was Komori. “Hi Sakusa, can you come to my house for a second? I think you left there some papers yesterday” “Mh, okay, I’m on my way”

During his walk, he thought again how nasty can boys like that subject could be. He didn’t like being touched too much, but leaning his hands on a pure and fragile body like ___’s, and without consent. Disgusting. If he only could have the chance to tell ___ that he would never have the courage to do that nasty things to her.

When he knocked the door of his cousin’s home, he heard a feminine voice crying from the inside. Komori opened the door “___ is inside, she’s on the couch. She told me to call you” that short phrase was enough to connect the dots.

“Is it about your ex boyfriend, right?” he asked, without hesitation. ___ raised her head, looking at him with puffy eyes and nodding. He sat down on the couch near her. “Tell me what happened. I heard him talking shit about you after school” hearing those sentence, his friend started crying again. “No, wait– you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, sorry... I didn’t meant to make you cry again” he said, panicking.

After a couple of minutes, the girl stopped sobbing and shivering. Komori got up and went to the kitchen to make some tea. “H-he b-broke up with me... because I-I don’t want t-to make a-anything w-with him” “I tried to tell you that he was a terrible kind of guy, but seeing you that happy with him... I couldn’t do it” ___ looked at him. “H-he was f-forcing me to do something I-I didn’t, also if I said to him that I am asexual”

“What” he totally didn’t expect that. “Please don’t judge me” she sobbed. “It’s fine, you don’t have to explain, I get your point” he said. “He told me how can I be asexual if I had kissed him before, and it was just an excuse because I didn’t like something of my body... I am totally fine with hugs, kisses and similars, but I don’t want to have any more heated... you know” ___ got near him, and then hugged her legs to her chest.

“If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have ever tried to push you over you limits” he said, looking at his friend. “If you were with me from the beginning, I would never have touched you without consent” he mumbled, thinking ___ hasn’t heard him. “I’m not that kind of guy that see the feminine body and thinks about it as a toy or other stuff, gross”

“You really think that?” ___ asked, looking at him. “Did I said it too loud?” “Maybe now it’s too soon because I’ve just broken up, but... in the future... do you want to keep in contact with me?” asked again, hoping for a positive answer.

“Sure, I’d like to” he said, looking in the other direction because a little blush covered his cheeks. “I am happy that I have someone like you who understands my situation... I feel better now” she smiled, one of those heart melting ones. He, in response, moved his arm around her small figure, bringing her closer.

“I am sure that with you I’ll be a thousand times happier than before”

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Gimme a K Street Job

leverage 5.05

lemme just start by addressing the episode synopsis: ��to take down a competitive cheerleading company which profits by putting teenage girls at risk, the team must tackle their most corrupt foe yet: congress”

y’all they went SO HARD for 2012 and I stan them SO HARD for that

- - - - -

Parker (into video camera on phone): Do you hate me? You hate me. Is that why you’re making me—

[Leverage Headquarters]

Parker (on display): —do this?

Nate: No, Par-Parker, these girls... they need a coach, and you’re the best gymnast I know.

Hardison: Besides, it puts you on the inside at Pep H.Q. In D.C. They’re running cheer camp for the next week up until championship.

Parker: But they’re teenage girls. What do I know about teenage girls?

Nate: You were a teenage girl?

Parker: Only sort of

parker I guarantee you’ll be in your element soon enough

but, in the meantime, parker complaining to nate like an offended child to a parent is everything

- - - - -

Sophie: Look, did you know about this? Girls being dropped from 20 feet. It’s unbelievable.

Parker: I know, right? 20 feet? Psh! Walk it off.

Sophie: Parker, you do know that normal people don’t just “walk off” a 20-foot fall, right?

Parker: So... all those times I pushed Hardison off a building and he was all “aah!”... he wasn’t just being funny?

(Hardison shakes his head)

Eliot: I thought it was funny, Parker.

Hardison: No way in hell was it funny.

Eliot: You’re always upside down, man.

Hardison: I fell off a building. I was upside...

Eliot: Like a Himalayan tree frog.

Hardison: You calling me a frog? You calling me a damn frog? Say it again. Say it to my face

I’d die for this chaotic ot3

eliot “I thought it was funny” spencer made sure to both reassure parker and fuck with hardison in the saME B R E A T H

- - - - -

Nate: Ah, there’s the crux of the problem right there. Technically, legally, cheerleading is not a sport. It’s an activity.

Sophie: What’s the difference?

Eliot: A sport has legally mandated safety standards.

Nate: Yes, and a for-profit company cannot run a sport, which is why pep wants to keep Competitive cheer from becoming a sport.

I don’t know why I was expecting someone to bash cheerleading the show had never ever let me down and I should have known better

- - - - -

Sophie: Ah, I love government. Shady deals, back-room meetings... It is grifter paradise.

Eliot: This is wrong. We work outside the law, not smack-dab in the middle of it.

Nate: Relax, Eliot. Elected officials are the easiest marks in the world. Between their ego, the greed, and the politics... More hooks than a bait shop

another fucked up government episode let’s go

- - - - -

Eliot: Right. Assuming it passes.

Hardison: Assuming what? It’s a bill to keep high-school girls out of wheelchairs. Who’s gonna vote against it?

[Congressional Meeting]

LeGrange: Ladies and gentlemen, this bill is a staggering... I say a staggering overreach of government power.

Eliot: You were saying

eliot is smug and loves proving hardison wrong on principle

- - - - -

LeGrange: Now, I was a quarterback in high school, so I think I know a thing or two about cheerleaders. And one thing I know is that they do not want big government getting all up in their business.

(Barron and Snyder enter the room)

LeGrange: Cheerleaders are strong, independent young women. They don’t need a bunch of white-haired old men from Washington telling them what to do. They don’t need a nanny state dictating their every move

this whole thing was so gross wtf

- - - - -

(Hardison uses his phone to create feedback on the sound system. A technician struggles to fix it while Hardison hands Eliot his phone)

Hardison: Just press this button.

LeGrange: I said, who knows what...

(Eliot presses button and the feedback gets worse)

they lowkey grinned at each other when they did it ,,,

they’re a chaotic duo that thrives on fucking with people and I stan them so hard for it

two words: assholery boyfriends

- - - - -

Nate: No, not... not marks. Elected officials. We do this right, we’ll have them eating out of our hand by dinner.

(hours later, Hardison enters looking exhausted. The others are seated around looking tired as well)

Eliot: “Eating out of our hand by dinner,” huh?

Hardison (sits down): Anybody else feel like we’ve been chewed up and spit out

and that’s government, people

- - - - -

Sophie: I like stealing things that are real. Cash... of course. Land... sure. Art... yes, please. Corn subsidies? Not so much.

let sophie steal expensive art from rich snobs pls it’s what she deserves

- - - - -

Girl: Um, coach?

Parker: Right! Okay, who’s up for some basic gymnastics drills?

(Parker presses a button and LASER light lines shine between orange cones. A girl in the back raises her hand)

Parker: Yes. You. What are you called?

Madison: Madison. Can I be excused? I don’t feel well.

Parker: But... We have... laser grid, Madison. Laser grid. Huh?

(on phone call)

Parker: They’re so jaded

I hope they still learned how to dodge lasers at the end

also ,,, THEIR PERFORMANCE WAS SO GOOD AT THE END PARKER TAUGHT THEM SO WELL

- - - - -

LeGrange: No, no. Listen carefully, son. Now, people don’t donate to me to buy my vote. People donate to me because they already know how I’m gonna vote. People donate to me because of my integrity. Now, if your people are interested in me, I’m happy to have your money. But if you think you can buy a vote off of J.J. LeGrange, well, you got another think coming.

[Empty Office]

Sophie: You mean...

Eliot: Yeah, I mean the guy’s got integrity. Elected official or not, you can’t con an honest man

congressman: *is honorable*

eliot:

sophie:

hardison:

nate:

*team collectively embodies the surprised pikachu meme*

- - - - -

Nate: Okay, so what’s your next play?

Eliot: Well, you’re supposed to be the mastermind. He doesn’t want power. He doesn’t want money. Maybe he really is an honest man.

Nate: Everyone has a hook, Eliot. Everyone has a weakness you can exploit.

Eliot: Do you?

Nate: No. You?

Eliot: No. Look, maybe this doesn’t fit into your world view, Nate, but there are some people out there that just want to serve. Trust me. I served with them.

Nate: Okay. Well, if all they want to do is serve, you can exploit that, too.

they totally have hooks and it’s the team but smh act like y’all are untouchable whatever

- - - - -

(Parker turns on a light in Ashley’s face)

Ashley: Madison talked to me in confidence.

Parker: A big word for a little girl.

Nate: Where’s Madison?

(Parker leans down into Ashley’s face, growling)

she literally G R O W L E D LMFAO

- - - - -

Parker: Madison? Madis... (sees Madison) Madison, hey, what are you doing down here? (helps Madison up) Everybody’s freaking out. Come on, we got to get you to the competition.

Madison (jerks away): I don’t want to compete.

Parker: What? Why not?

Madison: I don’t want to mess up again.

Parker: What are you talking about? When do you mess up? You’re great.

Madison: Seriously?

Parker: Oh. You were Marcy’s spotter.

Madison: I don’t know what went wrong. We’d done it a hundred times. Everything was going perfectly. (sits down) I just don’t want anyone else to get hurt.

(Nate clears his voice. Parker sits beside Madison)

Parker: Look... I’m not afraid of heights or falling or... Anything I probably should be. But do you know what I am afraid of? Letting down the people I care about. Look, you don’t have to compete if you don’t want to compete. But I think your friends are gonna feel a lot safer knowing that you’re there, instead of having no one there.

(Madison nods)

Parker: Right? Did, uh, that work? Because I kind of got to get all the way up to the roof, so... (leaves the area)

parker NEVER would have been able to be vulnerable and understanding like that in the earlier seasons and we are SO PROUD of her and her character growth

+

“But do you know what I am afraid of? Letting down the people I care about.”

SHE LOVES HER FAMILY SO MUCH AND NEVER WANTS ANYTHING TO HAPPEN TO THEM

also ,,, nate’s fond look at her when she’s saying this ??? im soft

- - - - -

Cheerleader: Ready! Ready!

Announcer: Let’s hear it for the MHS Badgers!

Announcer: Ready! Ready! Let’s go!

Nate: Ready?

[Congresswoman Berkus’ Office]

Hardison: Ready.

[Sophie’s Office]

Sophie: Ready.

[Hallway]

Eliot: Ready.

[Pep Athletics Headquarters]

Parker: Ready.

Nate: Let’s go.

they’re so extra I love them

- - - - -

Ashley: Where’s coach?

Madison: She’ll be here. She won’t let us down.

Man: Wolves, you’re up.

Female announcer: Let’s give it up for the Wolves.

Parker: I’m here! I’m here! I’m here! All right, let’s huddle up. I bet you guys could use a pep talk right about now, huh?

(cheerleaders agree)

Parker: For Marcy?

Madison: For Marcy.

Parker: Go, wolves.

All: Go-o-o-o, wolves!

(cheerleaders perform an outstanding routine. Barron approaches Nate as he watches)

parker THRIVED during this episode and you can’t change my mind

- - - - -

parker watching over the cheer team with pride is my religion

- - - - -

also BIG PROPS to the producers that showed male cheerleaders too

- - - - -

LeGrange: Hi. (to Parker) How are you? J.J. LeGrange.

Parker: I don’t vote.

parker is chaotic and we love her for it

- - - - -

Hardison: And what was that about?

Sophie: Huh? Oh, I was j... I was, um, just planning a little trip to the gulf. The military are breaking ground on Fort Devereaux.

Hardison: Fort Devereaux?

Sophie: Mm-hmm. I love government.

Parker: Missed you guys this week. Good game.

I WANNA SEE FORT DEVERAUX

also parker wrapping her arms around sophie and hardison, happy to have her people and admitting that she missed them? the pOWER

- - - - -

Nate: Good job on this one.

Eliot: I know what you’re trying to do, Nate. You could have told me how to hook LeGrange the whole time, but you wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own. I trust someday very, very soon, you’re gonna tell me what kind of game you’re playing.

Nate: Good job on this one.

(Nate walks away. Eliot smiles, but watches him walk away)

eliot’s bashful little smile at the end is everything

[the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars]

Chapter 9: James Saint John

Jamie was tired. To the bone tired, not just didn't sleep well tired. Being a superhero was more exhausting than cartoons had made it look. Especially when one had to keep up appearance for the private, secret identity. But Ally, Andy and Jessie could absolutely under no circumstances be pulled into whatever this mess was. Jamie had always been the big brother, protecting his little sister – and now he was also a father. Ally and Andy would only worry about him.

“You look sad”, hummed Leo and nudged Jamie's face.

Honestly, the over-sized kitten was absolutely adorable. Jamie smiled faintly and wrapped an arm around the lion cub, pulling him closer. Leo started purring and pawing at the pillow, rolling over to bare his soft, light-red belly. Whenever Leo was not actively on fire, he was very cuddly.

“It's just... stressful”, sighed Jamie absentmindedly. “And now, with the new guys popping up... Aquarius, Taurus, Sagittarius, Cancer... They've been all over the news lately.”

“And you're worried”, noted Leo, ears twitching adorably.

Jamie smiled faintly and traced the Leo-symbol on the lion's forehead, causing Leo to bump his head up into the caress. “I just... When Libra first showed up, I thought we could trust her... and it nearly cost me my life. I can not be that careless again, Leo.”

“You're right”, agreed Leo worried.

“But... why can't we? I mean, why would one of you turn their back on the rest?”, asked Jamie. “I just... I can't figure it out. Why would they turn evil.”

Leo made a curious noise as he rolled over to look Jamie in the eyes. “It's not that they're evil. It... the whole thing isn't black and white, Jamie. Who knows who got to them first before we did? It's about territory, about control. It... It's complicated.”

“What territory?”, asked Jamie confused. “California?”

“Bigger”, chuckled Leo, nosing Jamie's cheek. “We're aliens, Jamie. The planets aside from Earth do have a bit more going on. Territories all over the stars and moons.”

“Magic in the stars”, whispered Jamie with a note of longing in his voice. “But why Earth?”

“Earth is... wanted. It's neutral territory, it's a primitive planet – no offense. But you don't have galactic travels, you don't have magic. You're... a baby-planet and while most agree that Earth needs to be kept out of the loop until it's ready to venture out into the galaxy themselves, some planets think that it means the primitive planet should be claimed and used as a... colony, essentially. But other planets, mine included, think that Earth needs to be protected, given the chance to grow on its own. The Zodiacs, we're kind of... a protective force, sent to protect Earth from alien threats and meant to cover the tracks so humans don't learn the truth. Hence the tales of gods and goddesses.”

Leo crawled on top of Jamie, sprawling out on his chest and pawing at him so Jamie would continue cuddling him. “We twelve are meant to protect the Earth, but sometimes... things fall apart. We've been doing it for so long. Sometimes... I don't know what's going through Libra's head.”

“Libra's your friend?”, asked Jamie gently, scratching Leo behind his ear.

Leo closed his eyes and purred as he leaned into the touch. “Of course. We've been comrades for so many millennia now... We've been on so many missions together. I... I really don't wanna fight him. Or any of the others. And I really hate the tension of not knowing who I can trust...”

Sighing, Jamie wrapped his arms around Leo and hugged the lion-cub close.

~*~

“I'm going to the store. Anyone need anything that's not on the shopping list yet?”

Jamie raised both eyebrows as he poked his head into the living room. Ally and Andy were playing Mario Kart and accusing each other of cheating, while Jessie was... dead? Judging by the uncomfortable angle in which she was sprawled out on the couch, not moving. Which wasn't entirely unusual after a long shift. Being the loving brother he was, he threw a pillow at her.

“Urgh. What?”, grunted Jessie, clutching the pillow.

“Store. You need anything?”, asked Jamie and rolled his eyes.

“Yogurt?”, asked Jessie slowly. “Yeah. Yogurt.”

“Candy”, called Andy out. “And chocolate.”

“I'm good. Unlike other people, I put what I need on the shopping list”, grunted Ally.

Andy huffed and mimicked Ally, earning himself a gentle jab in the ribs. Rolling his eyes fondly, Jamie grabbed his dark-red leather-jacket and left the apartment. Babs was working and Jamie felt like doing something very, very normal again for a change. Somehow lately his life had been far too hectic. So doing their weekly shopping sounded like a nice change of pace. There was a nice deli just around the corner. He would just go there, get everything from their list and--

“Ah!”

...Never mind. Heaving a sigh, Jamie turned toward the source of the screams. People were running down the streets and, not really surprisingly, there stood the Hydra. A mighty beast with dark-red scales and five heads, roaring. The first time Jamie had seen her, he had been in awe, had been thrown back to his childhood and Disney's Hercules. Now, after having been battling it for two months, it grew a little stale if he was being honest.

“Leo”, whispered Jamie. “We're gonna take a little detour, okay?”

The red pearl on his necklace glowed in response. Walking around the corner into a back-alley, Jamie transformed. He straightened the hood of his costume before charging sword-first at the monster. Well. Monster. At its core, it was an alien fused with a human, so Jamie had to be careful.

“Come on, big H, we've already danced this routine. Why don't we just cut it short and you quit?”

“Le—eo”, hissed one of the heads.

“Little lion snack”, snarled another head.

“Actually, I'm the big lion. Leo Major. Not Leo Minor. There's a difference. Let me show you.”

With that, he charged ahead and aimed for the Hydra's heart. Only that Jamie, as a fire-user, was a horrible match-up for the water-spewing Hydra. The sword glowed as it singed the Hydra's skin. The beast snarled and swatted at Jamie. With Babs at his side, he'd have someone to have his back, but instead... instead Jamie took the claws to the back. In the end, he wasn't a well-trained Chosen One. He was just a dumb kid from Dublin who'd only been training for two months.

“Wo—oah. Watch out, Leo!”, called a blue-clad guy – one of the new... heroes – out.

That was the last thing Jamie saw and heard before he hit his head and went out.

~*~

Jamie's head was fuzzy when he woke up. The ceiling he stared up at was not his own. Frowning, he turned a little. It was a bedroom, but not a bedroom he had ever been in before. Bedroom however was good, because if the bad guys had captured him, he'd probably be tied-up in some dungeon or something. The walls were a warm yellow, while the bed-sheets were dark-blue. It looked nice, expensive and also very cleaned-up.

“You're awake. He's awake. Mattie! He's awake!”

Frown deepening, Jamie looked at the very excited Mike Maguire in the doorway. Like a happy puppy, only missing the wagging tail. Jamie shook his head. Wait. Why was he in Mike and Matt's... bedroom? Was that where he was? But the last thing Jamie remembered was a fight... He had been in his superhero-get-up, fighting the Hydra. With wide eyes did Jamie frantically touch his face, to make sure he was wearing his mask. He was. Confusing steadily raising, he looked down at himself. He was wearing his costume. So what was he doing in their bedroom?

“Hello, Leo. Mister Leo?”, tried Mike. “Uhm. You're probably confused. We found you, in an alley. Unconscious. Since none of your partners were around, we... we couldn't just let you lay there. I'm Mike, Michael Maguire, I'm a cop – so I'm one of the good guys too. And this here is my fiance. Matteo di Girasole. Look, he's awake.”

“I... I can see that, amore”, chuckled Matt fondly, kissing Mike's cheek before he turned toward Jamie. “Hello. We don't mean you any harm. We just found you and couldn't leave you laying there. We called a friend of ours, a doctor. Who... Wait just a second...”

Matt left the room again and Jamie used that opportunity to sit up some. He groaned at the ache in his... body. Narrowing it down further seemed not possible at this moment. Instantly, Mike was at his side with concerned eyes. It was kind of odd, seeing them like this. They were behaving so differently from how he was used to. Then again, they didn't know it was him.

“You okay? I mean, of course not, you got slapped around by a giant lizard”, grunted Mike. “But, uh, what hurts exactly? Just, wait a moment, my fiance is getting the doctor.”

“You like saying that”, accused Jamie softly. “Fiance.”

“Uh. Yeah”, admitted Mike with a slight blush. “Is it that obvious? It's only been not even half a year and I dunno, I really like the sound of it, I guess.”

“It's... cute. You love him a lot, huh?”, asked Jamie fondly.

“Ye—eah”, sighed Mike, a content smile on his lips. “I just... never met anyone like him.”

“World-famous billionaires are rare”, agreed Jamie dryly.

“I didn't even know he was a billionaire until we were dating for like a month and the first paparazzi attacked”, grumbled Mike with a frown. “Cheeky little shit just... pretended to run his father's old business. Sports-equipment being 'a family business' and all...”

“Mh. I think I read about that in a magazine before. From rags to riches stories do sell”, hummed Jamie. “Worked in his dad's small shop and then started developing his own equipment.”

“Basically, yeah”, confirmed Mike with a small smile. “He's really hard-working, you know. He sets his goals and... and then he's reaching that goal. It's kinda insane.”

Jamie smiled at himself at that. Mike really was very in love with Matt. It was... cute. At times a tiny bit obnoxious, but overall Jamie wished someone would love him the way Mike loved Matt.

“Ah. My... patient is awake. Not something I say usually.”

Looking up, Jamie saw a tall, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned man approach. He ran a hand over his bald head as he approached Jamie while scowling at Mike rather pointedly.

“Uhm, that is a bit... concerning for a doctor”, grunted Jamie.

“I'm the ME. My patients are normally dead”, countered the doctor. “And I usually don't make house-calls. You'd think, married to a billionaire, you could just call a private doctor.”

“I could”, agreed Matt. “But I don't trust a stranger. You, I trust, Doc.”

“I do not make house-calls”, repeated the doctor very slowly and pointedly. “Now get outta here so I can check on my patient. Both of you, get lost.”

With small protests did Mike and Matt leave the room and close the door. Jamie stared wearily.

“Hello. I am Doctor Charles Jones. You have a mild concussion and... at the very least bruised ribs, but I can't be entirely sure. You should go and visit a hospital, out of costume.”

“Yeah. Right. Should do”, nodded Jamie awkwardly. “Thank you, for... helping me.”

“Here”, sighed Doctor Jones and got a card out of his pocket.

“Your... business card...?”, asked Jamie curiously after a look at the small paper. “But didn't you just say you don't do house-calls and glared those two down like there is no tomorrow?”

Charles huffed at that and shook his head. “Can't have the knucklehead call me outta bed at every sniff of his boyfriend. Maguire, he's a good kid, but he's fussy when it comes to Matt. And I got better things to do than that. They can afford their private doctor. You however... if you get hurt on a mission and require a doctor, you can call me.”

“I can? You don't... even know me”, grunted Jamie surprised as he was being examined.

“True, true”, hummed Charles, gently running his fingers over Jamie's ribs. “Yeah, I don't think anything is broken there. See, I don't know you, but... I'm fairly certain you don't know my wife, Laureen, and yet you saved her life the other week, when a giant snake attacked the grocery store she was shopping in. She... would have died if you hadn't saved her. Many, many people would have died and gotten seriously hurt if not for you and Scorpio. You do something that... no one else can. And while I can't do that, I can offer you help if you need it.”

“...Th... Thank you”, whispered Jamie, blinking as he pocketed the card.

Somehow, he had never really considered it. Not like that. He knew what he and Babs were doing was the right thing, but he had never quite considered just how they affected people. The families of those they saved, people who were not alive only thanks to them.

“Thank you. For saving my wife”, countered Doctor Jones with a soft smile.

With that, he left the room. Moments later and Mike and Matt returned. Matt was better at schooling his features, but Mike still looked like he had a billion questions burning on his mind.

“What exactly happened after I got knocked out...? The Hydra...?”, asked Jamie slowly.

“Oh. Cancer and Sagittarius totally took care of that!”, declared Mike with a broad grin.

“Mh”, grunted Jamie with a deep, thoughtful frown. “They did, huh...?”

“Yeah! I mean, they're heroes too, right?”, asked Mike, with one of his very charming one hundred watt smiles. “They're like you, aren't they? I mean, aren't they part of your... team?”

For a second, Jamie just stared at Mike. He loved that blindingly optimistic, happy smile. It was so... carefree and Jamie found that absolutely captivating. He knew carefree people. But Mike? He was a whole new class of carefree and it was infectious.

“They're not part of my team”, grunted Jamie and shook his head. “Scorpio is my team. They... I don't know who they are. But they're not part of us.”

“Why... not?”, asked Matt cautiously. “I'm sorry, you have no reason to share this with us, you don't even know us. But the thing is, to all of Los Angeles, you and Scorpio are the great heroes and those two, they seem like you? So how come they're not with you?”

Jamie shrugged and averted his eyes. “Scorpio I trust. But those two, I don't know. They just appeared, together with the two women.”

“So you could like... get to know them? The more heroes on a team, the more effective, right?”, asked Mike curiously. “I'm a cop. I have my partner – my Scorpio, I guess. But the two of us can't just... do everything alone. We often need our squad to help out. Wouldn't a squad be more effective for fighting supervillains too? A superhero team?”

It made Jamie smile a little, before he shook his head. “One could say I have trust issues.”

“Why?”, asked Matt warmly.

The better question was, why did Jamie trust them? Talking to Mike and Matt like this was... easy. Somehow, the mask helped. Them not knowing that he was James Saint John. When he was Jamie, he found it hard to have an honest conversation with Mike and Matt, even though he trusted them. Maybe his crush was in the way? And more than that, he still didn't understand why he had come to trust them. But like this, behind his secret identity, he could actually open up to the men he trusted.

“Scorpio is trusting. Very trusting. We ran into another supposed hero before and she betrayed us. At this point, we can't know who is actually good and who isn't. Being a Zodiac isn't a guarantee for them to be good, even if they fought against the Hydra”, replied Jamie with a sigh.

“You... You should rest some more”, offered Matt gently. “You can stay until you feel good enough to leave, but please don't push yourself now to make things worse. You're safe here.”

Jamie bit his tongue to keep from saying that he knew that. If this weren't Mike and Matt, Jamie would have been out the window the very moment he had woken up. Because yes, he did have trust-issues. Even before Libra had betrayed them. The thought of Libra still made Jamie frown. The goal was to take the gem away from the woman and find someone trustworthy to carry Libra. Or at least that was the goal Jamie had set himself. The way Leo had told him, it wasn't the Zodiac himself who was evil. It was the human influence. So they had to get Libra the Zodiac away from the human host, to give to someone worthy of being a hero. Jamie's eyes wandered to look at the retreating forms of Mike and Matt. Would perhaps one of them...? Shaking his head, Jamie leaned back again. Just a little more rest before he would leave.

“I like your chosen mates”, stated a perky, curious voice.

Blinking, Jamie saw how Leo materialized from his marble. “They're not... mine, Leo. And really, how did you allow for me to just be taken away by random people?”

“No—ot random”, huffed the red lion and shook himself. “They're your humans. I wanted to go and get Scorpio really quickly. But then they showed up and I knew you would be safe with them and they brought you here and got a human doctor to make sure you're alright.”

Jamie sighed and reached out to pat Leo between the ears as he closed his eyes. Just a little more rest and then he would be on his way back home. It wasn't a good idea to stay too long, it might tempt him into saying things he wasn't supposed to say. Not even necessarily his secret identity, but more so the fact that he knew things about Matt and Mike – things the friendly neighborhood superhero was not supposed to know about them.

“They really are good people”, whispered Jamie lowly, with the smallest smile. “I mean... they took a total stranger home to patch him up. Sure, I'm a hero, but still... they endangered themselves by doing so. Hydra could have followed them.”

“Yes”, purred Leo, pawing at the blanket. “Good humans. You picked well.”

“Speaking of picking well”, drawled Jamie reluctantly. “I had a thought.”

“Mh?”, grunted Leo, rolling onto his side so Jamie would scratch his belly.

“Libra. You say Libra isn't a bad guy, that either their human is... a bad seed, or the bad guys got to them first and got into the human's head”, started Jamie, staring up at the ceiling.

“Ye—es”, nodded Leo as he waited for Jamie to get to the point.

“Say, theoretically, if we can get to them and get the gem from her, can we give Libra to a more responsible human, an ally?”, asked Jamie. “I mean, how deep is the bond between a human and their Zodiac companion? Could you theoretically rebond to someone else?”

“Yes. We can always only bond with one human at a time – so not grand our powers to multiple humans at the same moment. But... we can cut the bond and once we're unbound, we can find a different human to bond with”, confirmed Leo with a thoughtful frown. “But the thing is, we can only bond with a human who was born under our star-sign.”

“Okay. So, just have to find a Libra to bond with the Libra”, hummed Jamie. “I wonder when Mike and Matt's birthdays are...”

Leo huffed at that and shook himself. “You are a strange human. You can't court your chosen mates but you could ask them out to become superheroes with you...?”

“I trust them”, shrugged Jamie with a frown. “There... aren't many people I trust. Ally and Andy are kids, they're not being dragged into this. Babs already is in this and... Jessie... I can't do that to her. She's my baby-sister. I'm supposed to protect her, not put her in danger.”

“I think your sister can handle way more than you give her credit for”, stated Leo.

“Just because she can handle a lot doesn't mean she should have to handle it”, countered Jamie and raised both eyebrows. “She's already been through enough, losing our mom and home and... and it's enough. We fought hard to make this life for ourselves.”

Leo hummed at that, not commenting but looking at Jamie softly. Jamie sighed and rolled onto his side as much as his ribs allowed it, closing his eyes to nap. Not Jessie, for the past years he had done everything in his powers to shield her. He'd find a way to solve this without involving her.

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[yoonminfiction]

Author Spotlight: Sharleena

This author right here has written one of the best YoonMin text fics out there.  And I think you guys should check out that story and some of the author’s other stories.  Here’s the list.

Lets start with the author’s text fic.

A tale of selcas  

sunshinemin: YALL sunshinemin: I’VE BEEN EXPOSED sunshinemin: I’VE BEEN FUCKING EXPOSED sunshinemin: PLS THROW ME IN THE PITTS OF HELL

TaeTaeflower: tell me u did not like an old pic of Yoongi-hyung

sunshinemin: …

In which Jimin is head over heels for underground rapper Min Yoongi, Instagram is the enemy and Jungkook thinks he’s straight. (This is so funny)

Give it to me Slow (Then Wash Away)

Jimin has worked in the Blood Brothel for a long time, he’s had his fair share of clients, knows how to do his job and what to expect from his customers. That’s why it is to him a shock when he gets a boner from being bitten by one of their new clients, Yoongi.  (Explicit and good)

You Got Daddy Issues (I do too)

“Here’s how it goes.

Yoongi has Jimin against a wall, his cock buried deep inside him in one of the toilets of the hotel where the gala is hosted and his hands gripping at Jimin’s ass.

“How are you even real, uh?” Yoongi muses, words slurred “What do I have to do to keep you, mh?”

“Well, you- oh God, right there- you could pay my college tuition?””

Or, Yoongi is whipped for his stupidly pretty and awfully spoiled sugar baby. (Explicit, This story, YES! Read it.)

Follow The Scent of Hortensias

When Jimin is chosen amongst the other Flowers as the next sacrifice for the Lake Dragon, to ensure that the beast keeps their village safe for another year, Jimin is expecting a quick yet painful death. He was not expecting to get a house. Or a courtship, for that matter.

A truth universally aknowledged

“It is a truth universally aknowledged that Park Jimin has the most wanted ass out of the whole college.”

AKA 5 times that Jimin gets asked out and Min Yoongi butts in + 1 time where the tables are turned.

Only breathing

As a drug lord, Yoongi knows the rules: -you don’t ask questions; -whatever the client wants, you sell it; -you don’t do loans; -you don’t fall in love with a customer’s whore. Yoongi knows the rules. And because he knows them he also knows when he’s about to break one.  (Rated: M, This story got me into the author.  And with good reason, this story was so good.)

In Deep Waters

So. Okay. Yoongi found a mermaid. Inside a fish tank. In an a public aquarium. As if his week couldn’t get any weirder. (I really enjoyed this story.)

Bonus: Some YoonMinSeok

EPOCH

“It’s kind of fucked up that we feel like this, don’t you think?” Yoongi asks. “Yeah.” Hoseok says, Jimin shrugs. “Maybe we should take this as a sign.” he says. “A sign for what?” Yoongi looks at the boy and his thumb is rubbing circles on the soft of Hoseok’s stomach. “That maybe we should stick together.” Jimin whispers. Yoongi doesn’t speak for a long time after that, eyes staring at the ceiling where the red lights keep flickering. “Yeah.” he finally murmurs, words almost getting lost in the echoes of the music “Yeah, we should.”

Or, they are different, but they were lost and their paths still crossed.

Inspired by 365 FRESH by Triple H

Here’s a list of some Sharleena stories, so give them a read.

[sickdaysofficial]

Jan. 29: “Good Samaritan”

Day 2: Good Samaritan

Warning for seizures? That’s it. Also a bit of a warning that the world this is in deals in magic and monsters. Find more about that on my OC blog, @the-entire-monster-kingdom, and find more of my I&I writing at @tokyoemeto!

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Ajax felt fine when he’d left the house earlier.

But that was earlier.

He felt fine the whole time, really. It was a nice day, even. He got to spend time in the older neighborhood and pet the outdoor cats and even help some of the locals in the garden. He’d gotten a few things in return to take home, and after a short detour, he was back out in town. It was, for once, a great day— Until he blacked out. No matter what one might expect, it wasn’t so easy to get used to having seizures. As much as Ajax had grown used to the idea of it, every time he found himself coming to while laying on the ground or snapping back into reality, it was jarring, especially when it was something that could even be less than a couple of minutes long, but ruin an entire day.

Everything seemed muffled at first. Far away, distant. Hazy. Warm, gentle hands touched him, moving him carefully. Everything seemed to dissipate once more before he finally came to, staring up at the person touching him dazedly. He wore white… Was that a cloak? He didn’t think many people outside of the old neighborhood wore those. He was probably an adventurer. He pushed his hand under Ajax, pulling him up gently after having laid him on his side. Ajax couldn’t help the groan that left him, supporting himself with a hand on the ground and running a hand through dark locks of hair. Though it seemed to hurt the stranger, he kneeled next to Ajax. “Hey, are you feeling okay?” His voice was gentle, as if they were out for a walk in the park, “You know where we are, right?” Ajax nodded. He felt like he couldn’t find his voice for a moment, finally finding words after coughing for a moment. “We're… We’re in the middle circle, right? Near the cafe?” The stranger stopped for a moment, looking around. He knew where they were, but he didn’t know there was a cafe. The kid was right, though. Maybe he should be questioning the stranger, and not the other way around. He flicked his hood back, looking the kid over with attentive eyes before touching his wrist carefully, like a glass doll as he tried to get a look at the bracelet, clearly a medical ID, that he wore. This was probably a common occurrence, then. Name. He needed a name. “Ajax… Right?” The human nodded, smiling sheepishly up at the stranger. He had tan skin, too, dotted with freckles all over his cheeks. “Uh… My name’s Noah. I'm… I’m not a doctor, but I know how to deal with a seizure… I’m, uh… I’m epileptic, too.” He gave him a bit of an awkward, crooked smile. It was an odd thing to bring up, or bond over, but it was nice to know that whoever was taking care of you knew what was happening from experience, he supposed. Ajax nodded, his eyes shifting down to his lap, then back up to Noah. Catlike ears sat atop his head. He was one of the inhuman. A Nexonian. They were the kind that… well… owned the place, really. It was their city. Noah let go of Ajax’s wrist, resting his hands on the ground in preparation to push himself up. “Hey, do you think you’re okay to move? We should get you… Home, I guess? You live right around here, yeah?” Ajax nodded again. Noah smiled. “Alright… Lemme get myself up. Last thing I want to do is fall on top of you because I got down on the ground.” He chuckled sheepishly, pushing himself up with his arms and rising slowly, wincing at the painful cracking in his knees. Once he was sure he was steady, he held a hand out to Ajax, bending forward a little. He really should have gone about it a different way, but thank the gods, Ajax was light. Pulling him to his feet, Noah took a few steps back, then came to his side as he rose, wrapping an arm around his back. He still seemed unsteady, but it was perhaps too much to carry him.

Taking a slow step forward, Ajax followed suit, and soon they had begun their short walk to Ajax’s apartment. It took some directions from the human, but someone who could figure out robots had no issue taking directions on how to get to a place maybe a block or two away. The hardest part were the stairs— The bane of Noah’s existence and the most difficult thing to try and deal with when you had only just come out of a seizure… At least, that didn’t involve machines. Taking extremely cautious steps, Noah held onto Ajax almost like his life depended on it as the human descended just after him. It was only a small set of stairs, just a few feet before they were in the hall in front of his apartment. Ajax gingerly tapped Noah’s hand with his lanyard, letting the inhuman take the keys and unlock the door before handing them back. Noah surveyed the room before he decided to settle on the couch as a good place to set Ajax down. Guiding him over, he set him down, looking around. It was a nice apartment. Clearly, someone else lived with him, but they didn’t seem to be here. Noah could easily sniff out their presence, but his first hint, more apparent to even humans, was the fact that… Well, Ajax didn’t seem to be the kind to play video games. Or watch horror movies. Noah didn’t take Ajax for the kind to watch many movies at all, but… Perhaps he’d have to find out later. “Hey, uh… Do you want a drink or something? Or something to eat? I don’t know what you have, but… Stay there, I’ll get something.” He finally let his hand leave Ajax’s shoulder as he shifted his attention to the kitchen, deciding to fill a glass with water and grab something light. A pack of crackers. Good enough. He returned to the living room with both in hand, sitting next to Ajax and handing over the glass first. He watched as Ajax took only a few sips of it before handing it back, Noah setting it on the coffee table in a spot not covered in papers and computers. By the looks of it, Ajax… or at least his roommate, Noah assumed, was a college student. Handing over the crackers, Noah decided to make small talk. “So… Uh… Do you go to college around here?” Ajax nodded, biting into a cracker. “Yeah, how’d you know?” Noah chuckled sheepishly. “It’s all over the papers on the table. What are you studying?” Ajax smiled a little. He seemed to like being asked so many questions. “Graphic design. I can’t really do normal work, but… Uh… I was thinking I could do something like that, I guess? And, it's… Uh… It’s kinda nice to go to class, I think. If I can’t really work normally, it’s fun to still do something.” Noah nodded. He wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but he didn’t think Ajax was that sick, upon first glance. “What do you do?” He smiled up at Noah. There was a good foot and a half difference between the two in height. “Me? Oh, uh…” Noah paused. He could say many things, but he didn’t want to just start with “I’m royalty”. He coughed. “I… I’m an engineer. I build and design stuff like robots and computers, and… I go out adventuring with my friend sometimes… Mercenary work.” He smiled. Ajax smiled, too, though with a hint of sadness. “That sounds like fun. I wanted to learn fire magic and be a mercenary, but… I don’t think it’ll happen.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. Noah couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy. If it weren’t for the gods and their magic… He wouldn’t even be alive, let alone running about and swinging swords around. He shrugged. “It's… It’s fun. It’s exhausting, but… It’s fun. I honestly wouldn’t be able to do it without magic to help me.” He looked down to Ajax. His ear twitched, the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the steps outside of the door. Was Ajax’s roommate an elephant or was that a neighbor? Ajax smiled again. “You know magic? How’d you learn it?” Noah gave another sheepish smile. He probably sounded like a complete lunatic. “I learned it from the gods. My family’s patron is the wind god, he… Uh… He made sure I stayed alive, and he taught me some magic, starting when I was… Eight? Ten? Old enough that I was out of the hospital most of the time.” He smiles a little. It was nice to talk to someone that wasn’t automatically afraid for him or trying to pity him when he mentioned how he’d been in the hospital. His ears twitched again, turning as the door opened.

The heavy footsteps were from a very clearly heavy person. Ajax’s roommate was another inhuman. She clearly had to be some form of demon, standing at eight feet tall, Noah guessed, and clearly made of mostly muscle. Her skin was a frosty blue color and her hair many different colors, ivory horns poking out from the rather fluffy mess. She looked at Ajax, then Noah, hanging her keys on a hook next to the door. “Jax, who’s this?” She laid her backpack by the door, standing on the other side of the table. Noah would have been terrified if he were any normal person. Ajax smiled, leaning forward. “Oh, this is Noah! He… Uh…” He smiled sheepishly. “He helped me get back after I had a seizure…” Her expression, harsh before, softened, now concerned. “You had a seizure? When? You should have called me.” She ducked into the kitchen for a moment, getting herself a glass of water, too. Ajax’s eyes sank to the table, trying to avoid her look. He didn’t like to worry her. “Uh… I got up..  ten minutes ago?” Noah nodded. “Yeah, it’s been… Twenty minutes at the most.” She nodded, sighing and looking between the two. She didn’t like strangers in the house, but damnit, Ajax clearly already liked the guy. “Mh… Uh…” She let her gaze rest upon Noah. “ Thanks, I guess. I don’t think either of us expected Ajax to have a seizure.” Ajax nodded, silent as he pushed another cracker into his mouth. Noah smiled. “Yeah, of course… I’d want someone to do the same for me.” He cleared his throat. “Uh… I should get back soon, but… Here,” Noah pulled a pen from his pocket, scribbling his number onto a scrap of paper. “Give me a call later and tell me how you’re feeling, okay? It was… It was nice talking to you, Ajax.” He handed over then paper with a smile. Ajax grinned, his expression much like a puppy. “You, too! I’ll make sure to call you later.” He kept the paper in his hand. “Uh… I guess I’ll see you around?” He watched as Noah stood up. He didn’t want him to go, but he didn’t want Kho to be uncomfortable with someone she didn’t know in the house. Noah nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. I live around here,too, so… We’ll probably run into each other.” He smiled, approaching the door and giving a slight wave. Ajax waved back at him, watching as he shut the door and disappeared. Even if a seizure could ruin a day, maybe this was the rare occasion where it made the day instead? He definitely thought so, but in either case, he still desperately needed to get some sleep after that.

[sunken-standard]

For Sherlolly, of course: I bet you feel like an artist

“Your cousin Sybil phoned me, shewants me to be her bridesmaid.  Wedding’s in two weeks, clear yourschedule,” Molly said as Sherlock walked into her lab.

“Wh—” Sherlock cut himselfoff, thought about something for a moment, then shook his head.  "Andyou only accepted because she’s going to have a chocolate fountain.“

"No.  I accepted because I’venever been a bridesmaid before.”

“You.”

“Yes.”

“You?”

“Yeeeeesss…”  

“Never a bridesmaid?”

“That is what I said.  Why,is that hard to believe?”

“No!  No,” he said tooquickly, looking away and making that face that made him look likethe blue eagle from The Muppets.  "Why did my cousin, who’s metyou all of once, ask you to be a bridesmaid?  I didn’t even know shewas getting married.“

"Skiing accident and I’m the onlyperson she knows who can fit in the dress.  Isn’t that great?”

*

“They put me at the kids’ table,”Sherlock complained, appearing behind her when the bride and groom’sfirst dance began.  "And I had to ride with Mycroft from thechurch.  I’m never being your fake date again.“

"I didn’t know the bridesmaid Iwas replacing was eleven.  What kind of an eleven year oldbrings a plus one?  At least it’s open bar.”

“This is not going to end well,”Sherlock said, sounding delighted.

*

She caught sight of Sherlock prowlingthe grass off to the side of the reception area, hunched over like hewas looking for something.  She wondered if he lost something, ormaybe he’d found a mystery to solve.  She couldn’t go over and askbecause his cousin Bill (there were also cousins Will, Willy, Billy,and Billie; she finally understood why he went by Sherlock) wasstomping her around the dance floor like he’d only ever practicedwith a mop.  If he’d practiced at all.

And then, because the evening couldn’tget any weirder, Mycroft cut in.

He gave her one of those lizard smilesthat made her skin feel like it wanted to peel off her bones and runaway like in a cartoon.  "I’ve secured the last piece ofraspberry cheesecake.  If you keep my brother from causing a scene,it’s yours.“

"With ganache or the one withwhite chocolate curls on top?”

“I hardly think that shouldmatter,” Mycroft said.

“No ganache, no dice.”

He rolled his eyes.  "Just ladlesome chocolate from the fountain over it,“ he said, exasperated.

"Not the same.”

He conceded the point.

“What’s he doing, anyway?  Did hefind a case?” she asked, craning her neck to see over hisshoulder.  Stupid tall Holmeses, she thought.  Even in heelsshe had a hard time seeing past any of them.  She was like the onlyhobbit at an ent wedding.

“I believe he’s trying to gethimself forcibly ejected from the grounds.  He hasn’t managed it yet,but he lives in hope.”

*

“Where’ve you been?” sheasked around a mouthful of baklava.  

“You have crumbs all over yourdress.”

Someone bumped her and she lost herhold on the square of baklava in her hand.

“And now there’s honey, too,”she said, looking mournfully at the wasted deliciousness.  At leastthe ants would eat well.  "So you were saying?“

He pulled a slim metal flask frominside his jacket pocket and shook it. "Having a bit of fun.”

“It’s open bar,” she said,confused.  Who brought their own booze to an open bar wedding?  

He unscrewed the cap and passed itunder her nose.

That wasn’t booze.

“Lighter fluid.”  Oh God.

“Better.  My own special blend. It’s a wedding present.  Which,” he looked at his watch, “Shouldstart any time now.”  He grabbed her hand and pulled her towardthe lawn, detouring to snatch her handbag from her chair at the headtable along the way.

“Should I be taking my shoes offto run?”

“Might be a good idea.  Ooh, theregoes cousin Billie off to sneak a fag behind the hedge, right ontime.”

Moments later a trail of fire snakedout across the lawn; it resolved itself into a heart shape with thebride and groom’s initials inside.  MH, Millicent Holmes, and SK,Samuel Kalliopoulos.  

“Huh.  That’s actually kind ofnice.  I bet you feel like an artist.  Though, the ah, K isn’t veryclear.  Looks a bit like an H.”

“Everyone’s a critic,” hesaid testily.  His hand tightened in hers.  "We should maybe runnow.“