#and a few other small things that that follow the same principals

[engagemythrusters]

dogma didn't want to do a portrait but tup and kix made him… and there's only so many flashes he can take before it looks like war.

[mack-mack-mack]

Very Demure, Very Mindful-Toto Wolff

First time posting on Tumblr. I think you all would appreciate this more here than on AO3.

Summmary: Mr. Wolff was the…most interesting person to work with. He was always willing to participate in a trend, but he always took extra convincing. I have to basically beg on my knees every time I step into his office asking for content. He seemed to enjoy watching me struggle and I still don't know how to handle that. It felt like I was losing a game I didn't quite know I was playing.

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Toto is very mindful, very demure (We all saw the video).

I love my job. I swear I do. I mean how many get to say they follow the Mercedes Formula One team around, convincing them to participate in social media challenges and trends?

Unfortunately, some days it was an impossible task. On other days, it was the best job in the world. Today was one of those rough days. 

George was the easiest person to make videos with. He was charismatic and funny. The audience ate him up every time. Lewis was an enigma. I was terrified of the man. He was way too cool for TikTok let alone casual conversation with the social media manager. The crew was always eager and the junior divisions often came up with their own ideas…that they would send me at all hours of the day, begging me to do whatever it was the next time they were together. 

And then there was Toto. 

Mr. Wolff was the…most interesting person to work with. He was always willing to participate in a trend, but he always took extra convincing. I have to basically beg on my knees every time I step into his office asking for content. He seemed to enjoy watching me struggle and I still don't know how to handle that. It felt like I was losing a game I didn't quite know I was playing.

He flusters me. He makes me blush and I have to fight the giggles that try to escape when he speaks to me. And then he makes this really intense eye contact and I forget how to breathe. Every. Single. Time. 

It wasn't right to have a crush on the Team Principal. But honestly, who didn't? Have you seen him? Can I be blamed? No. 

I had already collected footage of George, Kimi, and a few others for the day. That was easy and it was fun. Lewis wasn't in today so his photoshoot from the last race weekend would suffice. Huge weight off my shoulders, really. If I had to work with both Lewis and Toto today I don’t think I would have survived.

Maybe I’ll post a Roscoe slideshow and count that for Lewis. I’ll text his agent later. 

I nodded and wrote down a few notes on the outline attached to my clipboard, noticing the limited content I gathered while at headquarters. It was race weekend so everyone was heading to Zaandavort in a few days. I knew I would end up with more footage over the weekend and plenty to edit before we left. 

It was time to visit Toto though. Which meant I had to stop avoiding the office at the end of the hall on the top floor and actually speak to the older man. I checked the watch on my wrist and saw it was 4:30. I had an hour to get up the nerve, talk to him, film things, and not melt into a puddle at his feet. Easy.

Most people had left the office already, preparing to jet off the next day, so it was silent as I made my way to the elevators and up to the top floor of the building, turning left at the landing. I took a deep breath, shaking out my hands as I approached the end of the hall. I stopped in front of his slightly ajar door and gave myself an internal pep talk.

You're a bad bitch and you will not succumb to Toto. He is just a man. You eat men for breakfast. 

I rapped on the door three times, waiting for the response from inside.

I heard the tapping of keys cease after a moment and then an accented voice spoke, “Yes?”

I pushed the door open with shaky hands, “Hi, Mr. Wolff,” 

He smiled when I walked in and shook his head, “I’ve told you to call me Toto,”

“And I told you I can’t do that, sir,”

The man stared at me from behind his desk, his head tilted and the same small smile on his lips. Very kissable lips.

Stop it.

“Very well. Come in. Shut the door.” He motioned me into the room.

I walked in and stood in front of his desk and closed the door behind me. I walked to his desk but didn’t sit down on any of the plush chairs. I was far too jumpy to take a seat. 

“How can I help you, dear?” Toto asked standing from his seat, coming to the front of the desk, and leaning a hip against it.

Did he just call me dear? Why is he so close to me?

I resisted the urge to take a step back, maintaining the foot of space between us. He was close enough I could smell him and it was already starting to cloud my senses. 

“Umm,” I had to remember the question. What did he ask?

He arched an eyebrow at me but said nothing as I stuttered in front of him. Was he smirking? Did he think this was funny?

“I-uh. I need some social media content from you if that's okay. There's this trend that everyone is doing right now and the crew thought it would be the most funny if you were the one to do it. And I have to listen because they are so right. It would be hilarious. Really it would. But only if you want to, Mr. Wolff. It’s silly really,” I was rambling. I shut my mouth mid-thought and stared up at the man in front of me.

“It would be funny if I did it, you say? And why is that, darling?” He was fully smiling now, his eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. 

“So there’s this trend, right? And it's really silly,” I was repeating myself. I want to crawl into my skin, “Basically there was this creator on TikTok who made a video and it blew up and now everyone is making videos saying ‘very, demure, very mindful’ and it would be funny if you did it cause y’know…um,” I trailed, fidgeting under his unrelenting gaze.

“Because I’m so very demure, very mindful,?” Toto cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“I mean, I um well...I mean do you feel demure and mindful, Mr. Wolff? I can’t tell you how you feel so do you feel demure and mindful? If you don’t want to we won’t make the video and I’ll leave you be. It’s really okay, I’ll ask George to do it this weekend. It’ll be funny too,” I couldn't stop talking. I always word-vomited in front of this man. Have since I was hired. I am praying for the day he finally decides to shut me up.

He just stared at me, that same look still dancing in his dark eyes. I stared back at him, frozen in place. I could feel my cheeks getting hot. 

Please stop looking at me like that or I’m going to combust.

“What was that, darling?” Toto asked, licking his lips and leaning back onto his hands. He looked at me from foot to head and came back to rest on my face.

“What was what?” I asked quickly, too quickly.

“You’re going to combust if I look at you like this? How am I looking at you, then?”

I said that out loud. Shit, I said that out loud. 

My eyes widened and I felt my mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land, “I am so sorry, sir. I just meant. I mean I. I-. Shit. Shit, I can't say shit in front of you. I’m going to stop talking and I am going to leave. Have a great day, Mr. Wolff,” I placed a foot behind me, ready to turn and run out of the office and go home. I wanted to crawl into bed and never come out.

It could've been worse. I could've said a lot worse.

“Wait,” Toto reached out and grabbed my hand.

I froze staring down at my hand in his. 

What the fuck? Why is he holding my hand? 

I looked back up at him and released the breath I had been holding.

“Yes, sir?” I whispered, my voice barely audible through the tightness in my throat.

“You need to stop calling me sir or I might be the one to combust,” He whispered back, equally as quiet.

What? Did I hear him right?

“Sir, you're my boss. It’s kinda the thing to call you,” I replied, confused.

“Ah, ah. I am not your boss. I do not give you directions or sign your paycheck. I already feel wrong enough, do not call me your boss and make it worse,” Toto tugged me closer, taking the gap between us from a foot to mere inches. 

I gasped sharply at the movement, afraid to look away from our hands resting on his lap.

“Make what worse…sir?” I looked at him through my lashes, pulling my lip into my mouth.

He tracked every movement, his hand tightening around mine.

“You don’t want to know, dear. Somethings are better left unsaid, yeah?”

We were whispering in the quiet room as if someone nearby would hear us. As if the building wasn't empty at almost 5 o’clock the day before race weekend began. 

“But what if I do? What if I want it to be said? What if I want to make things worse?” I met his eyes finally, nerves or butterflies churning in my stomach. I couldn’t tell. I don't think I cared all that much. The way he was looking at me was enough to clear any anxiety I was feeling. 

“That’s a very dangerous thing to say, dear. Only say things you mean not things you’ll regret,” Toto’s eyes were hooded, as he looked at me, brushing his thumb over my hand.

“I like living on the dangerous side, Mr. Wolff,” I did not recognize the voice that came out of me.

I do not do dangerous. I don’t ever do dangerous. What am I saying?

”I told you not to call me that,” His voice had gone deep and husky and it was doing something to me that I didn’t want to admit. 

“Make me, sir,” Who the fuck was she? That couldn’t have been me, no way. 

Toto made a noise in the back of his throat and it sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, placing one of his free hands behind my neck. I was inches from him. I could feel his breath on my skin, “I am going to kiss you now, is that okay?”

I nodded, my eyes falling shut, my head tilting up. He pressed his lips to mine and every thought left my mind. He was so gentle, nothing like I thought he would be but somehow so much better. His hand was firm behind my neck, keeping me in place. We were still holding hands and he continued rubbing his thumb over mine. 

He slowly explored my mouth with his, moving his lips with mine. He lightly licked my bottom lip, requesting entrance. I opened my mouth, letting him in, begging him to take me. 

The kiss deepened. He removed his hand from mine and moved it to my hip, squeezing gently and pulling me close. I was standing between his open legs, hands at my side, still in shock from what was going on.

Wait what was going on?

I pulled away, somehow, “Wait, wait, what is happening, Mr. Wolff?”

He looked at me and chuckled softly, “I am kissing you. I would like to continue to kiss you and much more if I am being honest with you, darling. Is that okay?”

”Yes but why?” It took all of me not to fall back into him but I needed to know. I couldn’t just let this man kiss me out of nowhere without some kind of explanation.

”Because you are beautiful. And you are strong. You are kind to others and very funny. You are excellent at your job and I admire you. I want to do this because I want you and I have for a long time. And I see the way you look at me. I see how red your cheeks become and the way your breath catches when I get close. I know you want this too. Am I correct, darling?” His gaze didn’t move from mine, captivating me in its intensity. He was being honest that much I could tell.

I nodded taking a shaky breath, “Yes. You’re right. I do. I really do, Mr. Wolff. I-“

He kissed me again, crashing our mouths together, an effective way of shutting me up. He tugged me to his body, his chest and mine pressed together. His hand on my waist went around to the small of my back, pulling me until our bodies were completely flush. I could feel every inch of him against me. Every inch.

I laced my fingers into his hair, moaning quietly. He bit into my bottom lip, then licked into my mouth. We stayed like that, pressed together, exploring each other for a while. I couldn’t tell how long I was lost in Toto’s embrace.

He pulled his mouth and pressed it to my ear, “What can I do to you?” He pressed a wet kiss to my neck as I took in what he said.

”Anything, sir,” I was breathless, his lips leaving flames everywhere he pressed them.

”Anything?” He asked in my ear again.

I nodded, choking on another moan.

”Lovely,” He stood from his desk and turned us around. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted me onto the desk, pushing things out of the way. Some pens and files fell to the floor and he made no move to pick them up. I placed my hands on his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt. He nodded and made a soft noise, urging me to take it off. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his strong shoulders. I dragged my hands down his toned chest, taking in every hard plane and soft angle. 

Toto tilted my head to the side to gain better access to my neck. He continued his journey off my neck and down my shoulder, pulling the neckline out of the way to reach my skin. The hand that wasn't in my hair was fiddling with the bottom of my shirt, silently requesting me to take it off. I promptly yanked my shirt over my head and I heard him let out a low chuckle.

”What do we have here?” He asked, raking his eyes over my naked abdomen and breasts still trapped in the dark lace of my bra.

 He ran his hands up my hips and sides and back down, his calloused thumbs a perfect contrast to my soft skin. His mouth was warm as he pressed his lips to my collarbone, working his way across my chest. He hovered his mouth above one of my nipples, his warm breath raising it to attention. He took it into his mouth and bit down lightly with his teeth, then licked it to soothe the sharpness. He moved his mouth to the other side, leaving a wet splotch in his wake, and did the same thing, until my breasts were aching to be set free. I arched my chest, begging him to touch me, please me, anything. 

“Someone’s eager, isn’t she?” Toto’s hands were on the top of my thighs and he slowly spread them further apart. 

He fell to his knees in front of me, and I stared at the top of his head in shock.

Toto Wolff, team principal of Mercedes, was on his knees in front of me kissing my thighs. What the fuck was happening?

“What are you doing, sir?” I asked, placing my hand in his hair and the other on the desk behind me. 

“I plan on eating a little snack. Is that okay?” Toto looked up at me, a smirk on his swollen lips.

Holy fucking shit. He wants to eat me out. How the fuck is this happening right now?

He pulled off each of my shoes one by one, cradling my calf in his hands as he did so. Toto raised his hands to the waistband of my pants, popping the button and slowly taking down the zipper. He let his hands drift back up to the bare skin of my stomach again, gentle fingers dragging across my skin, leaving goosebumps behind. I let out another shaky moan at his touch, fisting the hair I held in my hand.

He drew his mouth down from my belly button over the open seam of my zipper. He used his hands to start shimmying my pants off of me. I lifted my hips so he could continue pulling them down and off my body. He drew a hand up my leg from my ankle to my knee to my thigh and back down. Then his mouth followed a similar path on the inside of my leg. I was in a daze, his mouth had me entranced. My breath was ragged and my hands were barely holding me up. I let out a louder moan as he licked a long strip up my center and continued kissing down my other leg. He let out a hungry growl as he did it. 

I panted quietly, feeling the wetness I knew he tasted through my panties. I needed him to hurry up,  “Mr. Wolff, please, sir,” 

“I love when you beg for me, darling,”

I softly moaned at his words, feeling myself clench around nothing.

”Please,” I said again, reaching for him, to drag him closer to my middle.

”So needy for me,” He whispered on my inner thigh before brushing another kiss there.

He tucked a single finger into my underwear, feeling the desire gathered there. He traced his finger down my slit, gathering some of the slickness, removing it, and then sticking his finger in his mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time, “So fucking good, baby,”

My thighs tensed around his head and he turned his head to press another kiss to my thigh. I placed a hand in his hair, tugging him forward.

He kissed me through my panties again with a breathy laugh. He placed a finger on each side of my hips, under my underwear, and tugged them off, until I was completely bare before him. 

I should be nervous. I really should. But I wasn't I just needed his mouth on me as soon as possible. 

Toto looked up at me again, waiting for my nod of consent.

”Please, Toto,” I said. 

”Sir. You call me sir,” He pressed his mouth to my core, kissing directly onto my clit, sending a shock through my system.

”Fuck! Yes, Sir.  Mr. Wolff, I need you,” I moaned loudly, my hand clenching in his hair. 

Toto licked a stripe down my slit and back up, circling the little swollen bundle of nerves. He took it into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it and going back towards my entrance. He dipped his tongue, lapping up the pre-cum already collecting. He grabbed one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder, changing the angle and driving himself deeper into me. He moved his hand from my thigh and dragged his thumb from his tongue to my clit. His thumb pressed against the bud and worked it in circles while his tongue was moving inside of me.  

The noises I was letting out were filthy. He continued his silent assault and I felt my orgasm building. He removed his mouth and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. He took one long finger, inserted it in me, and curled it, immediately hitting a spot deep in me that made my hips buck in response.

Toto tsked me and lightly bit down on my thigh as his finger continued working me. He added a second finger and brought his mouth back to my clit.

”Mr. Wolff, I’m not going to last much longer,” I panted out, feeling the precipice approaching rapidly.

”Good. Come for me, darling” He curled his fingers again and took my clit between his teeth. That did me in.

My entire body tensed and I exploded on Toto’s fingers, walls clenching around him. 

“That’s a good girl,” Toto purred, continuing to draw the orgasm out of me. 

My body stopped shaking after a moment and he removed his fingers from inside me. He took them into his mouth and licked them clean. 

I stared at him wide-eyed, breaths coming rapidly, watching him clean up. He stood and reached over his desk to grab a tissue. He patted the inside of my thighs, removing the dampness there. He reached down to the chair by his side to retrieve my panties before gently sliding them back up my legs. Neither of us had spoken yet.

He stood up and stepped between my legs, placing his hands on either side of my face.

”Are you okay?” Toto whispered, thumbs brushing my cheekbones.

I nodded and he pressed his lips to my forehead before wrapping his arms around me. We stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other. 

We pulled away when I shivered as the air conditioning kicked on, realizing I was still in my panties and bra.

Toto bent to help me collect my discarded clothing and handed it to me. I pulled on my shirt and pants and tugged back on my shoes. Toto stood watching me the entire time and I glanced up to meet his gaze when I was done.

“Yes, sir?” I asked, a blush warming my cheeks.

His eyes flashed at the word choice and he shook his head, “I want to do that again soon,”

I giggled and looked down, “Okay, Mr. Wolff,”

He shook his head at me, stepped forward, and placed another kiss on my forehead. 

“Mr. Wolff?” I said a moment later when he pulled away.

“Hmm?” 

“We still have to make that TikTok,”

He threw his head back and laughter erupted from him, “Maybe at the paddock we can do something, yeah?”

I nodded and smiled at him, “We can make that work. I’ll draw something up for us to do,” 

Toto stared at me a moment longer, “Do you want to go get dinner, darling?”

I looked at him, slightly shocked, “Dinner?”

Toto nodded and moved behind his desk to grab his things and shut down his computers.

“With me?”

“Yes of course with you. I know it’s the wrong order but I figured we could go out to eat,”

My mouth dropped open “Like a date?”

Toto looked up at me, confused at my confusion, “Yes like a date,”

I nodded slowly waiting for him to say Nevermind.

He did not.

“Okay. Well. Okay. Yeah, let me get my things then. I need to stop at my office,”

Toto grabbed his jacket and his bag and came around the front of the desk, “Let’s go then,”

He took my hand in his and started tugging me out of his office. 

“Yes, sir”

[starryficsfinishwen]

spring thief — xiangli yao x f!rover

(listen to this song while you're reading)

Peach blossoms usually sprout small buds.

A tiny, fragile thing. In spring when the tree blooms, its petals are perched on its branches, enclosed like hands in prayer. Sometimes they stay there, sometimes they fall onto the ground. When they do, awaiting hands always catch them, careful not to break them open.

While others believe its fragility is its downfall, only a few know of its true essence; waiting for the season when its pretty petals would open, the sweet smell dancing in the air. Xiangli Yao is no stranger to such occurrences, being a genius not only in the automotive field, but also in the nature of things. Watching a particular thing, glancing at sleepy eyes under the shade.

Like the peach blossom buds, somehow, you were there, too—waiting.

In the afternoon haze, a golden hour shade over the Academy, Xiangli Yao notices your sleeping figure.

Buried in the heaps of scrolls and papers, your head rested on your arms as you tried to nap. Albeit your workspace is plastered by the window overlooking the ocean, the blooming peach blossom as your source of shade—a good place for productivity, you claimed, being in touch with nature and your workplace—a few rays of sunshine still caresses your cheeks.

In hindsight, you looked like you were working hard with your head down. But between the Principal Investigator and you, the esteemed Rover of Jinzhou, you both knew it was far from that—a lazy weekday afternoon away from the pressure.

“I don't think you're faring any better,” Xiangli Yao chuckles at your nth attempt to block out the sun with the heaps of paperwork, “Shouldn't you move to another place, maybe, away from this?”

Fluttering your eyes open slowly, you pouted as you watch him lean to your predicament. “No...I don't want Baizhi to examine me again.”

“So you resorted to doing my paperwork.”

“Mhm...”

“...to which you tried to sleep on it.”

“Sorry!” You scrambled to sit up, tired eyes fighting to close again, “I promise I didn't drool over them.”

But Xiangli Yao gently places his hand over your head, lightly lowering it down back to the desk. “Honestly I don't mind, even if you drooled over them. Go back and take a nap.”

Helplessly, you followed his instruction, allowing yourself to relax in his hold. By the time your head had completely nestled back in your arms, you watched Xiangli Yao mimic your actions in the opposite direction. Resting his head on his robotic one, he tilts his head to meet your eyes.

“...Huh?”

Purple eyes glint in amusement. “I figured I'd share Mortefi's rage with you.”

You burst into fits of giggles. “Really? I thought you hated being scolded by Mortefi.”

Reflecting your joy, his smile makes his eyes close. “There are far more important things other than this paperwork.”

Using his free hand, he boops your nose. “Your sleep, for example.”

A comforting conversation between good friends. That was what you were to each other; despite the science of the unknown being in the way, Xiangli Yao guides you through it all, while you were there to be his muse in finding answers.

“I can't recall my sleep being as important as your paperwork.”

“Didn't you say Doctor Baizhi is preparing to examine you again?”

“I do, but I really just want a small break for now,” a small whine escapes your lips, “It hasn't been a week since the Moon-chasing festival.”

“True,” He hums, “Oh, it wasn't enough for you?”

Shifting your position so your chin is rested on your propped arm, you shake your head. “Of course not. I had so much fun...”

Your mind fondly remembers the event—bright lights, the moon, loud laughter, and the warmth of a familiar hand. Trailing to meet the same purple eyes in your memory, ones that looked at you, mirroring you.

At some point, before you could even say anything else, there was an irregular knock behind you. Looking back, you watched the peach blossoms sway with the wind as they fall to the ground, the flurry of flowers turns into a storm. Bracing yourself from the impact, you quickly try to shield the both of you, but a warm hand stops you.

“Oh, it must be time.” Xiangli Yao speaks as if this occurrence was something natural.

Looking back at him, you said, “Are you sure this isn't a storm?”

“It's pretty normal, to me at least.” He shrugs, “If you think about it, was there anything normal in Solaris-3 at this point?”

He makes sense. Relaxing in his hold, you mutter, “But still, it's so new to me.”

“I've always seen it happen whenever it's almost summer.” Xiangli Yao stands up and approaches the window. The flurry of flowers is still there. “It means that it's coming.”

Opening the window, the fresh scent of the tree almost drowns you. A few small petals and buds enter through the opening, landing on your lap and hands. Watching the man in front of you catch a few flowers in his robotic hand, a fond look in his gaze.

“Have you ever heard of the story of how trees, even as old as this one, can still bloom despite the years?”

Gently taking the buds in your hand, you glanced at the man, “No, what was it about?”

“Jinzhou may be young, but the trees have long been around even before its birth. And they only knew of our ancestors' love, a love that resonated so long, that it echoes even until now.”

Some buds and petals litter your hand. There was a tiny one, resting not too far from your pinky finger, so you pick it up. “And...?”

“My mother tells me that the reason why the peach trees here still continue to bloom,” He sighs, before a smile graces his lips, “It's because of love.”

The buds in your lap, as if listening to Xiangli Yao's words, slowly bloom in your touch. In awe, you continue to touch the blossoming buds, the tacet mark in your hand slightly glowing, “My mother believes that the resonator who can make the flowers bloom is a 'spring thief'.”

All of the buds in your lap have fully bloomed. Yet, the tiniest one in your hand hasn't. You triy to touch it, in every angle, but still, it hasn't. You look up to see Xiangli Yao's tacet mark in his robotic arm glow. The words are clear to you.

“The harbinger of summer. But they should also be driven with the same motivation for it to happen.”

Purple eyes find yours when he turns on his back. Walking toward you, Xiangli Yao kneels in front of you, reaching out for the one in your hand.

“The 'Spring Thief' has to be in love, too.”

With your combined touch, the tiniest bud blooms, with the sweetest smell and being the prettiest among them all. And Xiangli Yao, like that night, looks at you—fondly, softly, and only you.

Have you ever looked at Xiangli Yao this way? Have you ever noticed how pretty he was, drenched in the golden hour glow, the flurry of blossoms dancing outside? The sun's rays mimic a tacet cord, haloing over his head, capturing his face like an angel. Perhaps he is an angel, having spent his mortal days walking on Earth. And his words, honey and true, have long been clear to you.

“I-” The words choke you, but still you can't look away.

“I'm not asking for your immediate answer, [Y/N].” He brightly muses, “In any case, I'm sure that summer is coming.”

Taking your hand in his, bringing it to his sweet lips, he whispers, “The 'Spring Thief' has come to bring summer once more.”

Peach Blossoms have the sweetest bloom this season.

I'm down bad for this man, I love him

COME HOME OKAY??? I LOVE YOU XIANGLI YAO

p.s. I had a dream of my potential crush so this scenery was the inspo

— starry

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #206

1. Hello! Thank you for all the work that you do! I'm looking for a fic I read a while back that I seem to have lost. Honestly I think I found it through Tumblr and maybe even this blog but I can't find it again 😭 It's set post s2 while Azi is supreme archangel, and he comes down to Earth with Crowley to plot how to stop the second coming. For some reason I don't remember, Azi also has a hotel room where he rents + watches p*rn. There's lots of angst on Crowley's side, with him getting his hopes up every time Azi visits that this time he'll stay and lots of tension that ends up with smut, but also makes Crowley feel worse cuz he thinks Azi's just using him for booty calls. Sorry it's super specific 🥲 Thank you so much x - anon

2. hiya, I#m looking for a fic where Azi and Crowley are priests. The met when they were younger in training and were seperated across the country because they were caught being intimate. They later meet again at a priest meeting thingy and realise the other is still interested in them. Then there's nsfw stuff happening in the shower. I'm too stupid to figure out how to properly work the ao3 tags sooo i'd apreciate the help :)) - anon

3. Hello! Thank you for all the hard work that is put into finding these fics. I have been trying to find one where Crowley eats live animals like a snake but doesn’t want Aziraphale to know. He gets really hungry and they go to the ritz and he looks at a dog and wants to eat it and realizes that he needs to eat (it might have been a small child he was looking at). He goes to the bathroom and Aziraphale finds him eating ether a rat or a cat. Thanks :) - anon

4. hello! i'm looking for a fic that i haven't actually read. an artist i follow mentioned a scene from it in one of their posts, but they can't remember the title and recommended asking you. its a fic scene where aziraphale attempts his first temptation - tempting an apprentice at a bakery into taking home a few leftover loaves that otherwise would have to be thrown out. fics where aziraphale tempts people in general would also be greatly appreciated! it's a niche i'd love to see more of. - anon

5. Hello! First of all, you are wonderful and your blog is life saving! So, thank you. Second, I'm searching a fic and I hope it's still on ao3. It's a fic where Aziraphale hears 3 conversations the same day about the principe of giving back to your partner (and not being a pillow princess, in on case), and so he decide to do nice things for Crowley because he is scare that otherwise Crowley will leave him. So he try to find gifts and things to do that Crowley like, but it's not working very well and then he want to try to please Crowley in bed and that's when Crowley ask what's the problem is. After Aziraphale explain himself Crowley explain to him that doing things for Aziraphale and giving him gift make him happy. It finishes with a sex scene where Crowley pleasure Aziraphale. If you can find it that would be marvelous! - @myladycrow12

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[mikavlcs]

Heaven in Hiding

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!werewolf!reader

Summary: There’s a savage, uncontrollable beast inside of you. Just when you lose hope of ever taming it, someone unexpectedly offers to help you.

Warnings: violence, referenced suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, this is just kinda heavy in general

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: this was a long, rather detailed request from an anon. i debated whether or not to write this but i decided i wanted to take a stab at something darker than usual. i hope i was able to do it at least some justice...

Masterlist

You were not normal.

And no, not just because you were a werewolf. Even by outcast standards, you weren’t normal.

No one knew it at first, not even you. The first fourteen years of your life were bliss. You lived with your pack, in a small rural town. Those days were idyllic—when you could only daydream about shifting.

You had first heard how it was supposed to be from your parents. Then, you heard countless other werewolves tell you how freeing it was to finally transform, how their wolf was an extension of themselves, how incredible it was for you to just be at one with yourself in that state.

It made you so excited to transform and experience the tales firsthand. You wanted nothing more than for your wolf to awaken and take control.

And eventually, it did. Your first shift happened during the first snowfall of the year.

But it was nothing like the stories.

Instead of being free, you were shoved into a cage in the far recesses of your mind and when you finally escaped, you were surrounded by the ravaged remains of your pack. It took a few minutes of staring at the crimson-stained snow for the horrifying realization to dawn on you.

Everyone that you knew and loved was dead. Because of you.

That was when you found out about the darkness within you. That night you found out that your lycanthropy was not a gift, but a curse.

The blood that stained your hands that night never washed off.

Regardless, you moved forward and eventually found your way to Nevermore.

Nevermore was a godsend. A place where there were other outcasts, proudly displaying their differences. It was a paradise in your eyes. However, you knew you could never truly be one of them. You would never be proud of the animal inside of you.

You dreaded full moons.

Thankfully, Principal Weems took your condition seriously and was committed to keeping both you and the rest of Nevermore safe. She had a special silver cage made for you, kept beneath the school so you were nowhere near any other living things when you transformed.

But even during the day, you could feel it within you. You could feel it crawling just beneath the skin, lingering, festering. Awaiting the next time that it would be set free.

You hoped that you would be able to keep your secret hidden, that just maybe you’d be able to find a home here. But you’d never been particularly lucky.

Soon enough, everyone knew that there was something wrong with you. You weren’t sure how; you knew that Principal Weems would never divulge your private information. 

Maybe it was because you never shifted with the other werewolves during full moons or there were students with telepathic powers you weren’t privy to—you didn’t know, but the whole school knew something was off.

Whispers followed you wherever you went, people moved away from you in the halls, no one dared come near your table in class or at lunch.

You were a freak amongst freaks, an outcast among outcasts. It was almost funny.

That wasn’t to say that everyone was cruel. One of your fellow werewolves, Enid, was always kind to you. The two of you had something in common—being outliers among your own people. She couldn’t shift and you couldn’t control your shifts. It wasn’t the same, but you were both pariahs and you both simply took comfort in the fact that neither of you was alone.

But then Crackstone happened, and Enid transformed for the first time. You were absolutely ecstatic for her, but things definitely changed after that.

Enid never stopped being sweet to you, she never stopped being your best friend. But you saw the way the other werewolves now treated her as one of their own, caught the looks they gave her when they saw her hanging around you.

She never paid them any mind. In fact, there were times you heard her actively telling them off for the way they treated you, which warmed you but did little to ease the melancholy you felt most days. Because it didn’t really change anything.

Nothing would change the fact that she was now accepted by the pack, and you still weren’t.

You didn’t let Enid know about your feelings. You still frequently hung out with her, talked with her, assured her you were fine—but you weren’t. Because for the first time since your enrollment, you were alone in a place that was supposed to be a refuge for people like you.

It was isolating.

Even then, you kept moving forward, finding a modicum of solace in the most unlikely of places, or more accurately, people—Wednesday Addams.

Before you recognized her as a hero, you just vaguely knew her as Enid’s aloof roommate. Enid would tell you about all the weird things she did in their dorm between classes. Sometimes, you would even see her walking around campus from your dorm window late at night. And that was it.

You don’t exactly know what happened, it just seemed like she suddenly noticed your presence at the school. She began sitting next to you in class and joining your lunch table. She rarely ever spoke to you—most days all you’d get was a few glances and a nod—but you appreciated it immensely either way.

She was a great contrast to Enid’s louder, more hyper disposition and her cold presence became a crutch of sorts on bad days.

For a time, that was enough. But then the nightmares started.

Nightmares were nothing new to you. After your pack was massacred, you were plagued by them nearly every night. Never about the massacre itself since you could never remember it, but you’ve relived the moments when you woke up more than you ever wished to.

They slowly died down over the years. But now, they were back with a vengeance.

Except this time, it wasn’t just that night when you woke to the corpses of your loved ones, now you were seeing the bloodbath firsthand, through your own eyes as if it was your own clawed hands that tore through their flesh.

(Though, it was your hands, wasn’t it?)

Then, over time, your pack was replaced by Nevermore students. People you passed in the halls every day lay bloody and mutilated, their blood staining the snow every night in your dreams. Soon enough, Enid and Wednesday were there too, the anguish and betrayal on their faces leaving you shaken when you gasped awake every morning.

It had to be your wolf that was doing this. You weren’t sure how, but you knew the beast was responsible. It was showing you what would happen when you finally broke and your wolf took full control. Against your will, a permanent pit of dread formed in your stomach.

How could you fight back against a creature that was tormenting you from the dark recesses of your own mind?

You tried your best to continue weathering the storm, but your best was no longer enough.

The dreams got so bad that you could no longer sleep, afraid to see what your beast had in store for you if you took the risk of closing your eyes. Eating was also becoming more difficult. Every time you ate meat of any kind, images of your mangled classmates flashed, and suddenly all of the food you managed to eat was forcing itself back up.

Enid began to notice that something was going on. You just told her you were sick, that you would be better in a few days.

But you weren’t getting better. If anything, you were getting worse. Not being able to sleep or eat was beginning to take its toll on your physical and mental health. And it felt like the weaker you got, the stronger your wolf became. It was becoming apparent enough that Enid was constantly asking you if you were ok and trying to feed you her food at mealtimes.

Even Wednesday, in her own way, was checking in on you frequently. You noticed that she became the tiniest bit more talkative at lunch and felt the way her eyes would linger on you throughout the day.

You wanted nothing more than to ease their minds, but how could you when you were just as worried as they were? You had tried everything, exhausted every option available to you over the years and nothing helped. Now, it seemed as if your wolf was finally going to defeat you.

It had bided its time, gathered its strength and now it was trying to make its escape. You couldn’t let that happen. But really, how could you stop it?

Part of you wanted to go to Principal Weems to seek her guidance on the situation, but you didn’t. Because deep down you knew the true answer, the real solution to your problem. Admittedly, you had thought about it before, but now it was the only foreseeable option.

The only way to keep everyone at Nevermore safe was to remove yourself from the equation. Definitively.

And you knew exactly where you wanted it to be.

There was a clearing deep in the woods, the trees gave way to a steep cliff with a beautiful view of the rivers and mountains surrounding Jericho. You passed it when first making your way to Nevermore and you always returned when you needed to clear your mind. It became your escape.

And now it would be your grave.

-

The air surrounding you was peaceful.

The forest was quiet today, even the usual sounds of chirping birds and scampering squirrels were absent, leaving a serene, almost eerie silence to encompass the vast space. The sun shone down on you gently, combatting the light breeze that chilled your skin.

You made sure to pick a day with good weather. You wanted your last memory to be the beauty of your final resting place.

And beautiful, it certainly was. Lush green trees surrounding tall mountains that jutted out in the distance created a sight that never grew old to you. The thin layer of snow on the mountain tops you’d seen on your last visit had melted, you noted.

For a moment, you took it all in, committed it to memory. Then you closed your eyes. You thought of your family, your pack, Enid, Wednesday—everyone you cared about. You picked out the happiest memories with each of them and brought them to the surface, wanting one last moment with each of them before you went. Even if it was only in your head.

Carefully, you took one small step forward, letting your foot dangle over the edge. The weightlessness felt freeing. You were about to take another when a sound reached your ears. You froze, ears perking up to identify the noise. Recognition sparked.

Footsteps. So faint that they were nearly undetectable, even with your heightened senses. You brought your foot back to solid ground. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Did you follow me here, Wednesday?”

The girl in question seemed unfazed by your straightforwardness. Responding instantly, apathetic as ever.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You come out here a lot. It seems you’ve been planning this for a while,” she said, ignoring your question completely. You cracked an eye open. The knowledge that she had been following you without you knowing was slightly concerning but you didn’t particularly care right now. Again, you cut straight to the point.

“Did you come out here to watch me die?”

Wednesday said nothing for a moment.

“As much as witnessing a gruesome death would brighten my day, I would prefer it not be yours.”

That caught you by surprise. The two of you certainly weren’t strangers at this point, but you weren’t exactly friends either. This was probably the longest conversation you’d ever had with her. You turned slightly, your gaze finally meeting hers.

“Why not?”

“Enid would be upset,” she deadpanned, expression blank but there was something foreign swimming in her eyes.

“Well, I would rather her be upset than dead by my hand,” you ground out, voice shaking near the end. Your wolf liked to taunt you with visions of Enid’s death specifically. It was always torturously brutal.

Wednesday’s face scrunched ever so slightly, confusion creeping into her voice. “Enid is your best friend. Why would you hurt her?”

You took a deep breath, not quite ready to divulge your worst secret. But this was most likely going to be your final conversation anyway, so why not just let it all out?

“There is a bloodthirsty monster inside of me that comes out and devours everything in its path every full moon.”

She responded immediately.

“I fail to see why that’s a bad thing.”

You chuckled, soft and mirthless. “Wednesday, when you found out that you may be responsible for the destruction of our school last semester, you did everything in your power to stop it from happening. Your act doesn’t fool me. As much as you like to pretend otherwise if you were in my position, you’d likely be doing the same thing.”

Wednesday stayed silent, jaw tensing ever so slightly as her eyes bored into you. Finally, she released a small sigh and briefly glanced away.

“I suppose you’re right. I would do whatever it took to prevent harm from coming to the few people I…care about, and I can respect you for trying to do the same,” her eyes darted back to yours, a little softer than before. “But I still think it’s a waste for you to simply end it here, especially since you haven’t even explored all of your options.”

Your brows furrowed. “And what options have I not considered?”

“Me.”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

“You?”

You really didn’t mean to sound as mean as you did, but you just couldn’t even picture it. Her going up against your wolf? And winning? You knew Wednesday was more than capable of handling herself—last semester being a perfect demonstration of that—but this was too much.

Wednesday, thankfully, took no outward offense to your incredulity. She remained impassive as she took a small step forward.

“Yes. Me.”

When you saw that she was being completely serious, you shook your head. “No.”

“No?” she repeated, brows lowering. You took a step away from her and you didn’t miss the way her eyes dropped to your feet.

“Wednesday, no offense, but this isn’t like Crackstone or even Tyler. When I transform, there is nothing left of me in there. My consciousness is trapped, I have absolutely no control. If it tries to hurt you, I cannot stop it.”

“I’m aware.”

Her emotionlessness was endearing most of the time, but it was grating on you now. You needed her to understand—to really get it.

“Wednesday, I’m being serious-“

“As am I,” she stepped forward, eyes ablaze with something you’d never seen before, “I fully grasp the gravity of the situation. I know what you’re saying is true, you wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t. And you are correct, this is different from Crackstone and Tyler—it will likely be more difficult than both of them. I’m aware of all of this.”

“Then why…?” You trailed off but you didn’t need to finish. You knew she understood the unspoken part of your question.

Then why are you here?

Wednesday shifted in her spot, swallowing softly as her eyes fluttered. The sight was an odd one. Especially to you, who only knew the competent and composed version of the smaller girl. You wanted to ask if she was all right, but she spoke up before you could.

“Because Enid would be upset, and so would…others if you were to die,” she stated, her cadence slower than usual. “I would rather not have to deal with the grief that would come from this decision of yours, so I’ve decided to assist you.”

She went quiet again, refusing to meet your eyes for a moment. Then, she straightened, her stoic demeanor returning just a bit.

“Now, I have some ideas I would like to discuss with you. Away from here,” her eyes briefly swept over the cliff face before returning to you. She outstretched a hand to you slowly, expectantly. “Are you coming?”

You said nothing. If you were being honest, you weren’t sure what to say. Instead, you observed her. You examined her behavior—the way her eyes flitted back and forth between yours, the way she subtly fidgeted as moments passed, the nearly imperceptible shaking of her hand.

Suddenly, you had a suspicion that those “others” she mentioned were really just one person.

You didn’t know if there was any way to truly fix you, but you couldn’t deny that the idea of more time with Enid and the chance to really get to know the girl in front of you was incredibly tempting.

A moment passed. Then another. Wednesday shifted again. You made your decision.

You took her hand.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly when your hand found hers and she wasted no time tugging you off into the forest.

You noted the way she didn’t drop your hand even after you were a long way away from the cliff. But you didn’t dare point it out. You were more than content to just let her lead you along. 

Her hand was warmer than you thought it would be.

Time blurred, and you weren’t sure how long you let her guide you. You couldn’t say that you cared very much either. You were focused mostly on the feeling of her hand in yours. But eventually, the trees began to thin, and you saw a familiar town across the way. She had led you into Jericho, you realized.

When the Weathervane came into view, she finally broke the previously undisturbed silence, voice firm and resolute.

“I will find a way to tame your beast, no matter what it takes.”

Her hand squeezed yours gently, and even if you weren’t sure it was possible, you couldn’t help but believe her.

[gentrychild]

So, we have a few Anyone time travel fics. But this is what I'd kill for: while on a job Shouto is hit by a quirk. Next thing he knows he's back at his father's place, except things seem different. That's when he sees himself in the mirror, he time travelled. Now Shouto is stuck as a chubby-cheeked toddler who wants to keep his big brother around, stop his mom from having a mental breakdown and convince his dad to send him to a public school so that he can befriend his future platonic soulmate

Oh, this has the potential to be absolutely hilarious.

Shouto is very aware of what's waiting for him. His brother almost dying and running away. His mother's break down. Endeavor being Endeavor. He will have to wait ten years before being happy again and let's be honest, he isn't waiting that long.

Fortunately, he has read enough manhwa with time travel to know what to do. His first target is Touya, who still hates him at the time but who isn’t crispy yet. Shouto follows him around, proclaiming that he adores his brother. Touya hates it at first but Shouto is very adorable and slowly wins him over.

Natsuo and Fuyumi are very jealous that Touya is Shouto’s favorite. Shouto doesn’t care. Shouto can now play football with his siblings and have semi normal bonds with them.

One of the early storylines would be Endeavor suddenly having to deal with his small child flat out not caring about him anymore/actively disliking him. (Remember that this is pre training.) This feels extremely weird since their parents are everything to children and he slowly grows desperate because Shouto apparently hates him? Out of the blue? Rei, who has stopped watching her kids swith eagle eyes in fear of what her children could do to each other, is happy that they finally get along, points out that he isn’t passing enough time with the kids. Endeavor has a realization and tries to be a better dad. (The results are varied.)

Endeavor: “I have decided to take some vacations to spend more time with my lovely family!“

Touya: “Really? It’s the first time you-”

Shouto: “No one asked you.”

Endeavor: T_T

Baby Shouto keeps following Touya around with a fire extinguisher that is bigger than him. Just in case.

When Shouto is five, All Might disappears from the radar for a couple of months, right after an island was vaporized. Shouto realizes that the AFO and All Might fight happened and that Izuku is now dadless and about to become destitute. He informs his dad that he is moving elementary school. More precisely, that he is going to transfer to a very sub par elementary school that isn’t even in the same town he lives.

Endeavor: “How about no?”

Shouto: “I wasn’t asking.”

To summarize, Shouto might have run away from his perfectly good elementary school and reappeared in Izuku and Katsuki’s elementary school. The number 2 hero in person comes and retrieves his toddler.

Sadly, Izuku wasn’t here that day because he was so sad that his dad hadn’t even called for his birthday that he stayed home.

After several similar incidents, Endeavor and Rei force Shouto to tell him what is going on.

Baby Shouto, grabbing baby Izuku by the shoulder: “This is my best friend, Izuku. If I am not in the same school as him, I will cry.”

Izuku: “I don’t know this boy. His eyes scare me.”

Shouto: “I have unlimited budget for All Might merch that I am willing to share with my friends.”

Izuku: “...”

Izuku: “Ah yes, Shouto, my best friend. I add that I will also cry if he doesn’t get what he wants and yes, this is a flooding threat.”

Shouto becomes Izuku’s best friend/fierce protector, which makes things fun for Bakugou. Izuku is not bullied. (Shouto was called to the principal’s office several times but Bakugo < the son of the number 2. Izuku and Shouto probably transfers when they reach middle school. Inko still goes abroad to work and the Todorokis offer to take Izuku in but Izuku is fiercely independent, so they just keep an eye on him.

Years pass but no trace of Anyone appears.

Shouto realizes that Anyone was created because Izuku needed support and now that he has Shouto, it’s not needed anymore. At first, he doesn’t know how to feel about it. It feels like he deprived Izuku of a part of himself.

But in the end, if it means his best friend didn’t have to go through all that hardship, it’s worth it.

The very next day, Izuku appears with a broken arm and a toddler, admitting that he might have hidden from Shouto his slightly illegal organization and his plan to steal All Might’s quirk so he wouldn’t be implicated. But everything went to hell. Now, he needs help.

Shouto is delighted.

And will have his revenge on Izuku not making him part of the quirk heist operation.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis

Walmart Superstore: An Endless' Nemesis: Morpheus decides to tag along with you to Walmart when you run errands.

Warnings: One Mopey Ass Endless.

To Note: Morpheus x Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

You don’t know what’s more comical—the expressions flashing across Morpheus’ face as you walk toward the entrance of your local Walmart or the fact that a mighty Endless wants to go shopping with you. Especially one as regal and prideful as him. There’s no real need for him to come; you’re just running errands, picking up cleaning supplies, toilet paper, and a birthday present for your neighbor. Why had he insisted on accompanying you to the superstore when he undoubtedly had better things to do?

You steal another look at Morpheus while collecting a small basket to hold your items. He’s staring at the corral of blue shopping carts in confusion.

“They’re just shopping carts,” you point out, slipping the basket onto your arm. Morpheus blinks and looks at you inquisitively. “You know, to put the stuff you’re gonna buy in while you’re walking around? Makes it a lot easier than carrying everything.”

“Is it necessary for them to be so large?” He asks, his blue eyes dropping to the small basket hanging off your arm. “Your choice is far smaller and more reasonable.”

“Because I’m only getting a few things.” You shrug, moving toward the cleaning aisle. “I’m not getting an entire cart full of stuff today, so the basket will do just fine. Come on, stay close unless you want to encounter a Karen in the wild.” Morpheus doesn’t understand what you mean by that or what a Karen is—wasn’t Karen a mortal name? You spoke of it as if it were a creature instead. The thought dissipates as a large man trundles past, wearing a shirt three sizes too small, little ‘shorts,’ and bright pink flip-flops. Another fashion trend he’ll have to inquire about. The Endless loses interest and silently follows you.

The many items lining the shelves are odd to him and hold little interest. Mortals invent the most menial objects at times. You turn down an aisle and blatantly ignore a couple arguing over a box of cereal. Their thoughts are loud and obtrusive, echoing painfully in Morpheus’ mind. To you, the argument is just another trip to Walmart. You don’t bat an eye when one hits the other with a box and proceed past the aisle of human food to the next.

You eye the Endless silently trailing beside you. He’s in his usual silence, but you see his eyes taking in everything with curiosity. Or maybe disdain? Sometimes it’s a guessing game with Morpheus; he’s enchanted with some mortal inventions and curls his lip at others. Walmart is definitely not high on his list of interests. You’d better make this trip quick lest his broodiness starts having a physical effect on the shoppers.

Running through your mental checklist, you turn down the cleaning aisle and begin looking for disinfectant spray for your kitchen. It’s easy to find the brand you use, and you drop the bottle into your basket as Morpheus examines the plethora of choices.

“There are many options. How have you decided on that one?” he inquires, his eyes glossing over the many bottles before settling on your face.

“Dunno, I just go with what’s cheap and what I grew up with,” you answer. You’ve never put much thought into your choice; it’s just cleaner. You don’t need anything fancy, just something that works. Toilet paper is next. You’ve run out after the local elementary school roped you into helping mummify the principal. It was fun and hilarious but used up every last roll of toilet paper in the house. You wander to the tissue aisle and pick up what you need. By now, you’re on autopilot, forgetting that you have an Endless trailing behind you, perplexed by the myriad choices of the same item.

All you have left is to get your neighbor a birthday present. Susan, who has lived next to you in a cute little stone house for at least forty years, is renovating her place. Her kitchen is the latest project, and you know she’s been wanting a good coffee maker for the longest time but always uses an ancient one from the early 90s just because it still works.

It’s time for a new one.

You wander down the small appliance aisle, looking at the models and trying to figure out which one Susan would like best. She’s older, so she doesn’t need something fancy. Just something that works and is easy to set up. You’re stuck between two models, eyes flickering back and forth, when an announcement over the intercom makes your eyes go wide.

“Y/N Y/L/N, your beloved is at register 10.” What on earth? You’re confused, not understanding why such an announcement would be made. Then you realize something. Morpheus is no longer lingering behind you, silently judging everything. You spin in a half-circle, searching for the Endless but can’t find him!

Good God, the announcement is for you!

Leaving the small appliance aisle, you hurry toward the front of the store while your mind goes into overdrive. Beloved? That word is definitely part of Morpheus’ vocabulary, not one most mortals would use. So only one being could be considered your ‘beloved.’ But since when had that happened? You shake your head as you emerge from the depths of the superstore to see the line of registers all normal. One glance at register ten, however, and you nearly facepalm.

Morpheus is standing by it with the most despondent pout on his lips, in a desolate mope that seems to create a cloud of depression around him. You’re flabbergasted and wondering what upset him this time when you approach. The moment Morpheus sees you, the cloud of dreary darkness dissipates above his head. But not the pout or mope.

“You left me,” he accuses dramatically. “Why did you abandon me?”

You open your mouth to fire back that you simply wanted to get your shopping done and weren’t used to having someone with you, but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He really does look devastated.

“Okay, first off, I didn’t leave you on purpose,” you inform him, stopping in front of him. “I was just trying to get my shopping done as fast as possible.” He glowers at you, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. “You’re making it seem like I intentionally ditched you!”

“It feels as if you did,” he declares, his eyes glimmering pitifully as he looms over you. “Do you not care for me anymore? Is this you showing me that you no longer wish for my company? Are you finally casting me aside?”

“What? No!” you exclaim, facepalming. Where the hell is this coming from!? “Oh my God, Morpheus! I just forgot, okay? I am in no way telling you to leave!” That seems to abate the watery look in his eyes. You reach for his hand, determined to hold it until you’re done shopping and leaving. The last thing you need is for him to have a meltdown in Walmart. “Come on, I’ve just got to pick out a coffee maker for Susan.”

Pulling him along, you’re oblivious to the Endless now basking in the feeling of your grasping his hand. Your fingers are warm and comforting against his cold ones. Arriving back at the small appliance aisle, you retake your position between the coffee makers and give them one last look. The one on the left looks most Susan-friendly, so you decide on that one. Setting your basket down so you don’t have to break the handhold with Morpheus (because heaven forbid you do), you pick up one of the boxes and put it in your basket. Then you pick the basket up once more and look at Morpheus.

“Now I’m done, we just need to check out, and then we can leave,” you tell him, watching as he blinks at you. “Okay?”

“Very well,” Morpheus answers, maintaining his grasp on your hand. His brief moment of complete devastation and despondency is gone from his facial features like it never happened. Clearing your throat, you begin walking back toward the registers, noticing how tightly the Endless holds your hand. When you arrive up front, much to your dismay, the only register that’s available and not backed up is register 10. Oh well. It’s not like you tote an Endless man-child around with you every time you shop at Walmart. So you get in line and try to ignore the stares of several old ladies congregating around the magazines.

When it’s your turn to pay, you do so quickly, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. Just as you grab your bag and pull Morpheus away from the narrow lane, an elderly woman speaks up.

“Oh, don’t you two just look so cute together! Calling each other beloved! You don’t see a love like that every day.” Your face burns with heat blooming just beneath your skin, and you all but drag Morpheus to the exit.

“Only at Walmart. Only at Walmart,” you chant to yourself as you flee. You and Morpheus will definitely be having a conversation when you get home because there’s no way you can function properly without knowing what exactly the Endless being sees your relationship as. “Only at Walmart.”

Date Published: 6/29/23

Last Edit: 5/28/24

Dream of the Endless Masterlist

[winterfireblond]

⁴WHAT IF??

You're one of the newest addition to the teaching staff of Nevermore just turning a year in service, but you're too familiar with the academy since it's your alma mater living after graduation to pursue college then return to teach. Since then you already got your eyes set to your former principal, now boss/colleague; Larissa Weems.

You have to bite back a moan everytime you got a whiff of her perfume when she walks near your vicinity, or have to cover partially your face to hide your blushing face and all-teeth showing smile when you see her around. The urge to stop anyone from talking to her especially in staff meeting (the adult ones only), you got nothing against them or the students particular, it's just you only want her attention to you. You love teaching and so the students but you are making sure that they'll never have to go to the principal directly unless you can intervene so less interaction for them. Well, you got somehow an idea when you fell for the woman yourself the same age as most of the students.

One time when she went to the Weathervane for some short time break from work and to indulge herself a little with a fresh chocolate drink, her favorite. You followed her secretly, despite your busy schedule for the day teaching your classes and taking up another task when no other teaching staff is available. But you got it handled, given that you can duplicate yourself. It's taking a lot with your body not to collapse from the effort but you will not miss an opportunity to be with your sunshine even from afar. You and your duplicate self wear the same outfit, a hoody and a black pants your usual outfit everyday. You watch her got out of the establishment walking to where she parked her car a little secluded from the usual since the ones near the cafe is fully occupied. You waited a few moments before following her making sure that no one suspects you of what you are doing. When you spot her, a man is behind her spitting insults towards the students and the school, but the one's that really triggered it all when the man insulted Larissa, you saw her stop just outside her car take a deep breath and turn towards the man with a small smile and excused herself then get inside the car, starting the engine then drive back to the school.

You will not let this slide, not when you saw the hurt in her eyes, how tense she become when she's supposed to have a little break from stress. And so you plan something to somewhat avenge her from the man. No one gets so mean to your love and gets away with it, not if you can handle it with your own hands.

Your real body is with your students, now you're getting a little distracted with fatigue and the emotions you're sharing with your other self. But thankfully the ring of the bell indicating the end of classes is heard then the happy noises of the students one by one living the classroom. You are left alone, you sat back down to calm yourself and collect your things opting to end the day early and retire to your room. You stand up to head out now but the sudden movement caused you to loss balance and take your things with you when you fall down the floor, vision turning black and noises fading from your ears that you didn't heard her call your name or shout with panic when she saw you almost slowly falling. But at least the man get something he deserved for hurting this goddess of woman trying to wake you up with evident worry in her eyes for you...

(Continue with your own choosing)

LARISSA WEEMS X obsessed Reader

Yeah... Did I forgot to post this the last time after I'm sobber?? YESSSSS 😆

Also I'm very aware of plot holes and the likes >.< XD

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The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 09 of 13}

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

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A Vision from Hell

 You couldn't drive for a while. When you got behind the wheel the next day, you couldn't do it. So, Billy, Tanya, and Liam took turns driving you through town until you got better. It took a few days, but they were patient with you.

 But the days passed by and you got yourself back together. But today, since you slept at Tanya's, she dropped you at the Hawkins Elementary School, where you tutored a kid. But now, after a small, routine meeting with the principal and some teachers, it's time to go. You're crossing the small parking lot when you see Max chatting with her friends.

 “I gotta go, I'm late.” She tells them, putting her skateboard on the ground and stepping on it. “Billy will be mad.”

 “No, he won't.” You speak up when you're close enough, making the whole party look at you. “I'm going there anyway. Wouldn't mind the company.”

 “Sure.” She shrugs, picking up the skate. “Guys, this is (Y/N). She's... Something of Billy's. Not quite sure yet.”

 “Hi, I'm Dustin.” One of them says, the one with curly hair, shaking your hand. “These other jerks are Lucas, Will. Mike and Eleven.”

 “Eleven? Like the number?”

 “El for short.” The girl nods with a small smile.

 “Alright, let's go.” Max tilts her head and after waving at the kids, you start following her.

 The day is warm, a little hot even, and you take off the light sweater you were wearing, tying it around your waist. You enjoy walking. Well, you enjoy walking here. The small town's slow pace is getting to you, and you like the simple streets and the many trees. Hawkins is a beautiful place, even though sometimes you feel like there isn't much to do.

 “So. You and Billy, huh?” Max asks after a while. “You two are together or what?”

 Blushing, you wonder if she knows Billy has been spending the nights with you. Almost every night, the only exception being when Neil is especially mad because you don't want him to explode at Billy. “We're... Seeing how things play out. Getting to know each other. Hanging out. Stuff like that.”

 “Stuff like that. AKA dating.” She teases, looking at you with a smile. “Whatever it is, it's good for him. He's less of an asshole ever since you came into the picture.”

 That's good to know. “Can I ask you something?” You continue when she nods. “You know I'm a little older than him, right?” Coming back to the same thought is tiring, you know it. But it's still something that hovers above your head. Not as much as before, but it's still there.

 “You're what? Nineteen?”

 “Twenty-three.”

 “You come out as being around his age. And even if you didn't I don't think that's a big deal.”

 “I just don't want it to be weird.” Max is part of Billy's life, and you want to be accepted by her. If she's ok with it, part of you feels relieved.

 “Look, stupid people will find it weird. Stupid people like Neil. But they don't get a say in it.” You reach the High School parking lot, walking around the few people still going home. “Those who really matter, friends and family, those are the ones who will support you, as long as you're happy.”

 “You're very mature for your age.” You tell her with a smile. “Thanks, Maxine.”

 “Call me Max.” She lightly elbows you, throwing the board on the ground and skating the short distance to Billy's Camaro. “Hey, shitface.”

 “You're late. Again.” You hear him saying as you walk around the hood, still out of his sight.

 “I had to walk instead of skating.”

 “Why? This thing is brand new, it can't be broken.”

 “I made her walk.” You say, smiling when Billy turns around to look at you.

 “Then it's you I should be mad at.”

 “I'm not scared of you.” You whisper, heat spreading through your cheeks.

 “Would the two lovebirds give it a break and drive me home before doing whatever you're doing?” Max complains as she gets inside the car.

 Billy's eye roll makes you giggle as you make your way to the passenger seat.

 Keeping the windows open, you feel the wind messing with your hair.

 “Jerkface, why are you driving so slow?” Max asks after a while, on the edge of her seat, leaning forward and holding on to both your and Billy's seat. “Did you wreck your car again?”

 “I'm under the speed limit.” He explains.

 “So you obey the laws now?”

 “I was in an accident I was a kid.” Turning your face to look at her, you gesture at the scar above your lip. “Got this after surgery to fix my wrecked lip. I lost my grandma and little brother that day.”

 “Oh, sorry.” She says, a sad expression on her face. “Drive safely,” Max tells her brother, slapping his arm.

 You wait for him to lash out at her, and by the look on her face, you know she's waiting for it too. But it doesn't come. Billy just rolls his eyes, hanging his arm out the window.

 “God, it's so hot.” The redhead complains as Billy enters their street. “Won't this heat wave go away?”

 “Not so soon. They're planning on opening the pool.” Billy adds.

 “Pool?”

 “Hawkins Community Pool. I worked there last summer as a lifeguard so they gave me a call.” Billy answers as he stops the car and steps out. You do the same but stand by the open passenger door. “They usually open in the Summer they're considering it because of this heatwave.” He gestures at the house. “Come. Neil isn't home, I'll show you the place.”

 “Alright.” Pushing the door close after taking your bag, you follow them through the sidewalk.

 “(Y/N), you're a tutor, right?” Max asks and you nod. “Could you help me? They'll only assign me to someone if I fail.”

 “Sure, I can help you off the records. What do you need help with?”

 “English. I suck and my teacher is definitely evil.” You enter the house as she speaks, looking around.

 “It's not the subject I'm tutoring but I can give you a hand. Just tell me when you're free so we can find a gap in my schedule.” Your eyes fall on the bench press in the middle of the living room, and it screams Billy Hargrove.

 “I'm free right now.” She exclaims.

 “Maxine, don't even think about it,” Billy warns.

 “Look, you're dating a decent, nice girl who is smart. Let me enjoy the benefits.” The girl snaps back, gesturing at the hall. “I'll get my stuff.”

 “Sure.” Smiling, you put your bag on the couch, but it falls and opens, spreading some papers around. “Shit.” You mumble as you kneel to catch them.

 Billy does the same, handing you a small pile of papers at the top of a notebook. “House of the Next Century?” He asks, and you look at the blue sheet of paper on the top of the pile.

 “It's an exposition from the Architecture School.” Putting everything back inside the bag, you stand up. “Liam's sister takes that course so she's involved and invited us.”

 “Sounds interesting.”

 “We can go if you want. But you know what else is interesting? Having a freaking bench press in the middle of the living room.”

 “Oh, you noticed.”

 “How could I miss it?” Walking over it, you check the weights. “Can you really lift those things? They're huge.” Holding the bar, you give a little push, but nothing moves.

 “I can make a show if you want.” Billy moves closer, but his eyes are on you.

 “You're so cocky, Billy.” Blushing, you look away, biting your lip.

 “When are you going to let me kiss you again?” He suddenly asks, taking you by surprise.

 You and Billy haven't kissed since that night, you're not sure why. “I don't know... On some special occasion, maybe.”

 “Special occasion, huh?” He says, a smirk taking over his lips. “I can work on that.”

 “You two can make out later, I need help,” Max speaks, making her way to the kitchen.

 “Duty calls.” Winking at Billy, you turn around and follow Maxine.

 The two of you get the kitchen table, and you have to read a couple of things to pick up what she needs help with. It's not that complicated, and you still remember some things from school, so it doesn't take much until you're explaining to her. Billy comes to the kitchen every once in a while, but as the night falls and after he makes the three of you a sandwich, he sticks around, listening.

 It gets to you that they're doing better. You don't think Billy hates his step-sister, they just annoy each other as all siblings do. And it even makes you laugh sometimes.

 “You could help me with History too,” Max says as she looks for chapter 7 of her book. “And Geography.”

 “I sure can.”

 “Maxine, stop stealing my girl's time.” Billy snaps, and you giggle.

 “I'm not your girl.” With both elbows on the take, a smirk comes to your lips.

 “Ouch!” The girl exclaims. “That must've hurt.”

 “Yet.” You decide to add soon after.

 “On your face, shitbird,” Billy answers, and you can't help but laugh.

 “The two of you are crazy.” You mumble in between laughs. “I really–” You're cut off not by the front door opening, and by the way Billy stands up abruptly, and Max's eyes go wide, you know who it is.

 “I told Anne we'd be joining them on Saturday.” A woman's voice speaks, and you wonder what you should do. Both Billy and Max seem nervous.

 “Alright then. She better make something good or else it'll be a waste of my damn time.” A man says, not sounding very excited about the woman's plans.

 “We have to-” Billy starts, but he stops talking the moment a man comes into the kitchen.

 Neil's eyes find you immediately, lingering for quite a while, flying then to Billy and Max. “Who is this girl in my house?” He inquires in a rude tone.

 “This is (Y/N). She's one of the tutors from the new campus and she's helping me study for the tests.” Max answers, and the woman, Susan, comes to the kitchen as well.

 Unlike Neil, she kindly smiles and walks over to you. “Hello, (Y/N). I'm Susan, Maxine's mother. Thanks for helping her.”

 “No need to thank me. I'm just doing my job.” You shyly say, shaking Susan's hand.

 “Come on, Neil. Let's leave them to do their thing.” Susan turns to face Neil.

 “What about you? What are you doing here?” He asks Billy.

 You can feel anger irradiating from him, and you just want to grab his hand and take him away. The atmosphere is heavy, almost tangible. You can tell Neil is trying not to let it show, but it's obvious. You can feel it. “Got hungry and made myself a sandwich.”

 “Then be a gentleman once in your life and make some for your sister and her teacher.”

 “He already did.” You speak up, way too abruptly, trying not to let your anger show. Under the table, you clench your fists.

 Neil nods exchanging a glance with his son. “Get back to your room then.”

 You shouldn't say anything. You should let it go and talk to Billy after. But you can't. “He's helping us.”

 “He is?”

 “Yes.” Max bursts out, looking at Neil. “He was making questions.”

 Neil doesn't believe it, but after glancing at Susan, he nods. “Alright then.”

 “She was leaving anyway,” Billy says.

 “(Y/N) could stay for dinner, right, honey?” Susan asks Niel with a smile. “To thank her for helping Max.”

 “That would be lovely, but I have somewhere to be.” With a forced smile, you stand up.

 “Me too. I can give her a ride home.”

 “Sure. Thanks, Billy.” Nodding, you walk around the table. “Max, let me know when you're free so we can continue, alright?”

 “Alright, (Y/N). Thank you.”

 “Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove.” You mutter, heading for the front door and stopping only to take your bag.

 Billy takes a minute to reach you on the sidewalk, and you wonder what Neil just told him. In silence, you both get into the car and you only relax when he drives away.

 “I'm sorry about that.” Billy apologies, eyes on the road. “I thought they'd be out until later.”

 “It wasn't your fault.” Reaching out your arm, you touch his shoulder. “I had a nice time with you and Maxine.”

 “Me too, (Y/N)...”

 There's pain in his voice, and it breaks your heart. “What's wrong?”

 “I don't want you near Neil. I don't want him looking at you as if-” He stops speaking, running a hand through his hair. “Neil has a taste for young girls. He cheats on Susan on a regular basis and I can't have him thinking about you that way.”

 You feel weird, remembering how he stared at you. “I'm sorry. But it doesn't matter now. Let's go home and order a pizza.” You only understand what you said when the words already left your mouth. And when you look at Billy, you see a smile he's trying to hide. So you can't take it back. You'll just let it be if it makes him happy. “I want pepperoni.”

 “Pepperoni it'll be then.”

 “Oh, and I have a request, Hawkins Community Pool lifeguard. Who do I have to pay to have that pool open? I wanna enjoy a free sample of Summer.”

 “I'll see what I can do for you, Princess.” He looks at you with a smile, the one that belongs to you alone.

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Masterlist | Events | Dabi Masterlist

• Demon - a malevolent supernatural entity. Demons are often also thought to be subordinates of a principal Devil. As lesser spirits doing the Devil's work, they have additional duties— causing humans to have sinful thoughts and tempting humans to commit sinful actions.

I'm a Soul Man

Dabi (Demon) x F. Reader [Quirkless AU]

You go out to blow off some steam with your girlfriends for the night. While venting, you mention how you'd sell your soul for things with your lovelife to be different. It's just your luck that someone overhears that could help you with that.

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; TW: Slight dubcon; Breeding kink; Slight degradation; Praising; Fingering; Oral sex(Receiving); Barebacking; Creampie; TW: Religious overtones

"When one calls upon a demon, one must be prepared for death to follow." - Margaret Rogerson

"I'm tellin' you guys, it's been horrible. I swear!" You punctuated your statement with a loud groan before downing the shot in your grip. One of your girlfriends standing behind your barstool rubs your back reassuringly. "You'll find someone one of these days." You shrugged but declined to scoff at her. Your friends were only trying to be supportive.

You're out drinking with a small group of girlfriends after a long week. Not only has your job been an extra pain in the ass for you, but your lovelife hasn't faired much better. So you drown your troubles with alcohol as you openly gripe about your recent love life.

The choices you've made in men and women haven't been great. Lately, you've been stood up or ghosted completely, uninterested in the individuals, or they've been incompatible in bed. The list goes on.

Then there's Keigo. When you bring up your longtime on-again/off-again love interest, some of your friends glance at each other or roll their eyes at the mention of his name. They know what's coming. It's been the same story for years now.

They aren't wrong, either. You go on to explain how you guys still have lots of fun together. How there's still feelings there for the both of you. However, Keigo says he wants an "open" relationship with you right now.

Unfortunately for you Keigo holds the key to your heart, even though he wants to put it in his pocket for now. So you aren't interested in investing your time in a relationship he won't stay faithful in. No matter how tough it is to move on from him.

"I'm so sorry, honey.", your one friend coos sympathetically. "Yeah, we hate that you're goin' through all this." You just shrug in response. You down another shot and mention of drinking at this bar more often. "At least he hasn't told me 'no' yet.", you slur as you jokingly point to the bartender.

The girls attempt to continue their best to be encouraging. Although it's sweet, the alcohol is starting to warp your attitude and their support is just beginning to annoy you. "I'd sell my soul to find a half decent guy who actually likes me around here.", you comment as you down another shot.

What you don't notice is the shadowy figure that shifts in his spot at the end of the bar a few feet away. Your closest friend sees your temperment begin to change and know it's time to cut you off. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's get you home."

Half of the girls help get you out to the SUV while the designated driver starts it up; the other half stays and pays the bar tab before making sure nothing is left behind, then exit and climb into the vehicle now idling out front of the bar.

When you make it home, most of the girls wait in the car while your best friend gets you inside. She helps you change into pajamas and into bed. Getting you a bottle of water to sit on your nightstand. You mumble a slurred "thank you" into your pillow while she kisses your forehead and tells you to text when you wake up in the morning.

You're snoring before she even locks up and leaves your place. Engulfed in the comfort of your bed. The window is cracked the slightest bit so you could feel the cool breeze moving over your hot skin. A few hours quickly come and go before your eyes suddenly blink open.

You're woken up in the middle of the night. It's near pitch black in your bedroom, but it's not the dark that has you nervous. It's the fact that you know there's someone there with you. You shoot upright in bed, hugging your blankets as close to your body as you can. Your eyes scan the darkness, trying to make out any figures nearby.

Your gaze lands on a spot across the room that seems somehow darker than the rest of it. After a few moments of staring, you start to second guess yourself. Maybe it was just all the alcohol coursing through your blood that had your mind playing tricks on you.

That was until the shadow began to shift and move. "Why don't you turn on the light, Babydoll." You nearly jump out of your skin when you suddenly hear the voice you don't recognize. It's clearly a man, but know that no guy you know would play such games with you.

"Go on.", he instructs, urging you to turn the light on again. Despite the terror building in you about the unknown around you, you obey. You lean over and feel for the lamp before clicking it on. Still keeping your eyes trained on the shadow.

When the light fills your room, you think that it's still your imagination running wild. However he's quick to assure you it's not. As if he could actively read your mind. It's still hard for you to wrap your brain around the view of the man you see before you.

He sits at the end of your bed. He's in a plain black suit with black tie. He has black, spiky hair and beautiful turquoise eye color. His skin is miscolored with a purple hue underneath his eyes and along the bottom of his face. You notice after a few moments they look like burns and are held to the healthier skin with staples.

Despite his looks, which some might call unsavory, you think he's rather handsome. He must sense what you're thinking because his quiet chuckling breaks you from your staring. You rub your eyes harshly. "I must be dreaming...", you stop and blink at him but he continues sitting there with a smile, "..o-or I'm still drunk." You snort unhumorously, "Yeah. Definitely drunk."

You flinch when he reaches his arm towards you. "Don't be scared, little mouse. I'm not trying to hurt you." You don't relent but remain still as he leans over and with his pointer finger touches the middle of your forehead. Suddenly, you're sober as a judge.

"W-What did you just do?", you question as you eye him suspiciously. He simply continues to smile. "I just wanted to help ya, and I'd like to help ya again." You narrow your eyes. "Help me with what?" The man simply shrugs as if it's nothing. "I want to give you what you asked for." You perk up and lean closer to him.

Before you can clarify what it is you asked for, the man rises to his feet. Almost like he's bored playing '20 Questions' with you already. He paces as he explains what he overhead you say at the bar. He clears his throat, and in your own voice, continues with "I'd sell my soul to find a half decent guy who actually likes me around here.".

Your eyes widen as big as saucers. "How did you do that?", you ask. Demanding to know but still full of curiosity. He simply gives you a half smile. "Just a little trick I can do."

He comes close to where you sit in bed and leans down to cup your face with one hand. "Let me give you what you've been looking for. What you've been wanting so badly." He looks deep into your eyes, almost reading loud and clear that you're going to be willing and pliant.

"What are you?", you question in a hushed tone. Almost as if you were scared to ask, or maybe too scared to find out the answer. "Someone who's wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Someone who's liked you since watching you."

"My name is Dabi," replies before getting so close to you his lips brush against yours, "and I'm a demon." You lean back in shock and let out a quick laugh out of nervousness. Dabi seems to get a very serious look on his face for a moment, but it drops once he realizes you weren't laughing at him and never continued to do so.

Dabi stands up, straightening to his full height. It's obvious he's tall with a thin body. He's smiling again. "Look, I swear I'm still a half decent guy for a demon. I just have a job to do." He grabs the blankets bunched in front of you and gives them a playful tug.

"Come on, Babydoll. Lemme show you what you've been missin'." He tugs a little harder and you allow your covers to be slowly pulled away from you. When you feel an enormous amount of cool air on your skin you look down.

That's when you realize you're completely naked. How is that possible? Sure you were completely smashed when you got home, but you were sure your best friend helped you change. Even a few minutes ago you were positive you were wearing your pajamas.

You begin to panic and cover yourself as much as you can with you hands. "Stop it.", he commands in a soft voice. He takes your wrist in his hands but holds them with a lightened grip. "Don't fight it. Lemme see you." You suddenly feel like your mind is getting hazy and you comply.

"Fuckin' beautiful.", he whispers as he drinks in the sight of you. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." He glances up and sees the vacant expression on your face. That brings out a smile full of teeth and satisfaction from him. He softly runs his other pointer finger from in between your collar bones down the middle of your body. "You gonna let me give you a preview?"

You don't expect what happens next. When you nod, he immediately slips the finger into your core. "God be damned.", he comments with a snort. "You're already soaked f' me." He's only in and out of you a time or two before you're moaning up a storm. It's just a few minutes later that you feel an orgasm coming on. When you're just at the edge, he removes his finger and you let out a whine.

"You wanna cum?", he asks playfully. You nod eagerly though, not playing around. Dabi absolutely loves the pleading look in your eyes. He doesn't think it could get any better until you grab his white shirt with both hands. "Please!", you beg and he pretends to think it over.

"I'd love to...", he replies coyly, "...so how about we make a deal?" You continue to nod and beg. "Yes, please. Deal! Please...". Dabi simply shushes you. "Don't worry, Darlin'. You'll get what you deserve." He leans in close, "We just have to seal the deal with a kiss." You nod and lean in, closing your eyes and kissing him deeply. Wrapping your arms around his neck.

He indulges you. He wasn't trying to just finalize the deal but make the most out of being with you. Had your eyes been open, you would've seen his true form. White hair, full horns out and all. However, when he pulls back, nothing looks amiss. You almost look sad. Did you just make a mistake? Was he going back on his own deal?

Dabi steps over to the end of the bed where he was sitting before. The forlorn look you have is priceless to him. He'd almost be entertained if he wasn't so enthralled by you.

If he didn't want you so badly.

Dabi removes his suit jacket and places it in his previous spot. "Don't worry yourself, little mouse. I'll make you feel good." You beam at him, shifting in your spot in anticipation. He slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, making it a show for you. Once he's shirtless, your able to see he's not just thin but has an athletic build.

Something you can't miss over his rippling muscles is more purple skin. It's still held to the good skin with more staples. It seems to be a random pattern, but you could tell it wraps around his entire body.

You're too captivated to notice the clicking sound of his belt coming undone but when he drops his pants your mouth instantly waters. He's certainly equipped for the task at hand. Not too long to hurt but girthy enough to fill your hole just right.

Now fully naked, he begins to crawl up the bed and over you. That makes you slink down and lay on you back until he's completely on top of you. Dabi kisses you deeply before moving to your neck.

Once he's happy with the purple marks he leaves along your neck and collarbone, he kisses down you body. Before long he's planting kisses on your mound and positioned right at your entrance.

"Now, before I give you a taste of what you're missing, I wan' a taste of you." Dabi licks upwards along your lips and you suck in a deep breath. Seeing you're reaction gets him going and he delves into your womanhood with enthusiasm. You're writhing in pleasure as he eyes your reactions while he works his magic. "Holy Hell, you taste so good.", he breathes into your hot core.

You already feel like he's bringing you to the edge again, and his words only turn you on more. You take strands of his black hair in your grip as you get closer to cumming. Dabi sucks gently on your clit and you let out your loudest moan yet. "I'm..I'm gonna cum!".

Dabi chuckles as he goes back to eating you out. "Go on, Babydoll. Cum in my mouth.", he commands and before you know it you tense up and your first orgasm washes over you. He watches you from down below as he softly licks you clean as you convulse, feeling you tighten around nothing inside you but his tongue.

"Now you should really get a taste.", he teases as he brings his mouth to yours. This time he kisses you deeply, allowing you to taste your essence that now coats his tongue. That's when you feel it. You feel Dabi run the tip of his cock along your folds, gathering up the wetness. The kiss only ends when he slowly pushes into you and you let out another loud moan.

"Fuck!", he grunts out once he's fully sheathed inside you. "You feel so fuckin' good." He starts off slow before building up to an almost brutal paste. It's only another few mintues before you're losing yourself to another orgasm.

"Oh my God, I'm...I'm gonna cum!", you hollar to which he tuts in response. "Don't go 'n bring that asshole into it.", he scolds in a playful tone through his own panting. "Besides, look at you. Gettin' off to a sleazy demon like me."

Your mind becomes hazy again. Almost like a spell over you. In your normal state of mind you would have reacted to those words. Right now they just made you cry out in pleasure as you tightened around him.

"Fuck, I'd imagine this is what fuckin' an angel would be like. Clampin' down on me like that. Such a naughty girl but bein' so nice on my cock." Dabi continues fucking you in the missionary position until you cum again. He lets you ride it out before slowing down a bit.

He barely comes out of you before he's flipping you over and pounding you into the mattress. Another two orgasms hit you consecutively before he lifts you up on your hands and knees. Dabi goes back to a faster pace, drilling his cock into you from behind.

In that position he pulls another three orgasms out of you.

While you're bent over, you manage to catch a glimpse of the two of you in your vanity mirror across the room. It was a rather hot display, but that's not what caught your attention. While he drove his cock into your tight hole he seems to become more feral the closer he seemed to get towards his own climax. While his iron grip on your hips never faultered, his eyes were screwed shut and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

It was then you realized his hair was white and short horns had appeared on his head. He must have grown them in his feral state. It was then Dabi hit a spot that had you seeing stars. You quickly found yourself on the precipice of yet another orgasm. You let out a loud, wanton moan and once again a haze filled your mind.

It clearly effected your rational thinking. Had you been in your right mind, his next words may have been concerning. "I'm gonna cum, Babydoll. Gah- I'm gonna fill you up and breed you good." Another wanton moan from you.

Your next orgasm hit you and you felt yourself tighten around him, while his cock got harder. "Clampin' down so good..". A moment later Dabi grit his teeth and grunted loudly as he filled you full of demon seed.

After finishing, Dabi pulls out and you almost long for his cock to fill you again. However he simply lowers your body onto the bed. Your palms and knees burn from digging into your mattress and holding your weight up as he claimed you. There's also a delicious ache between your legs. This time, when you glance back at him, he looks just the way he did when you first laid eyes on him.

You lay there catching your breath. Suddenly you ask, "Can I see you again?". The words come flying out of your mouth. Your actions leave you wondering why you were thinking like that at all, let alone how quickly they came before realizing you were even saying it. "I mean...Will I see you more?", you question in hopes of hiding some of your previous excitement.

Dabi chortles before admiring how cute you are. "Such an eager little mouse.", he comments with a sly smile. He cups your face and whispers, "Of course...", before softly pecking your puckered lips. After relishing the feel of your lips on his for a few moments he slowly pulls away.

"We have a deal, after all."

[illegal-heartbreaker]

hello! I hope you're having a good life ^_^

i was wondering if you could write a short and sweet story of the reader becoming a new teacher at nevermore and getting to know Larissa better. i'll leave how close they get up to you. thank you!

no rush, and have a great rest of your life <3

Popular {l. weems}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x fem!reader extra/warning: n/a ____________________

"Ms Y/L/N, will be you be coming to Jericho with us?" A student calls out to you from one of the tables in the courtyard.

"Depends if Principal Weems wants me there." You say sitting down next to Marilyn, raising an eyebrow. Just as you finish your sentence, Larissa walks through the doors.

"Principal Weems! Can Ms Y/L/N come with us too Jericho?" The same voice asks, Looking up from your conversation with your colleague, you lock eyes with your boss.

"She can come if she wants." The question had altered her course and was now on the way over to you and Marilyn. All eyes on you, a defeated look covers your face- you couldn’t turn this opportunity down.

“Fine, I’ll come but only because I need to restock on a few things.” You say loud enough for the students to hear, your response is met with cheers.

“Someone’s popular with the students.” Larissa laughs sitting down opposite you and Marilyn. “That’s what you get when you aren’t much older than them.” You respond, looking over at your boss.

She hums, “the bus will be here in a few minutes, Marilyn will you be coming?”

“Not this time, got detention with a vampire.” She shakes her head “Have fun though.” Finishing off she gets up with a wave and walks over to the ‘Fangs’ table and steals a male student from there.

“Thank you for coming, we were down one teacher.” Larissa tells you, as the both of you start to round up the students and sort them into the two buses.

“It’s alright, haven’t had to time to go to town since I arrived.” You smile at Enid as she waves at you. You look over at the other bus for a fleeting second, seeing the two other chaperones board the bus, you follow their lead and walk through the doors on the bus which the young girl had just gone through, Larissa steps behind you.

“You’ve gone three weeks without going in to town to collect basic living requirements?” She whisper shouts, as you sit down on the window seat.

“Well, yes-“ you admit reluctantly, looking forward to avoid eye contact. “And you didn’t think to come and ask me?” She continues her little rant at your ‘poor hygiene’ and ‘self care.’

“Didn’t think it was important.” You start before getting cut off again. “So you were just going to leave it for another week, if it weren’t for Mr Petropolus?!”

“Larissa! It isn’t that bad, I brought my things from home. I had enough to last me!” You tell her hoping that was enough to get her to shut up. She goes quiet, and you recline in your seat for the last few minutes of the ride.

The few moments of calmness that is given to you on the bus is pulled from you as the voice of the lady next to you starts. “You need to be back here in five hours!No messing around or you’ll be stuck with me because i’ve realised how much you all enjoy being with Ms Y/L/N. Now shoo!”

Moving back to let the students get through, you watch will a small smile, noticing how excited they are. “I need to collect a few things as well, but do you want to meet up at the weathervane around 1 for a drink?” She asks looking at you and then down at her seat as she picks up her purse.

“That sounds lovely. Thank you.” You follow her off of the bus before replying.

“Of course dear, now please for the love of god go get your supplies or I’ll be forced to drag you into each shop and get you them myself.” You roll your eyes at her dramatics before make your journey into the town.

Within time you are able to find what you were looking for and was now strolling leisurely through the bookstore at the midst of town. You had bumped into a fair few of your students who eagerly said hello before running off again with their friends again.

12:55. A glance to your watch confirmed that it was now a sensible time to go find the Weathervane. Not that it was hard to miss, it being in the heart of the town. The door making a soft bell noise announcing your arrival, Larissa raised her head from her phone and waved you over.

“You got your things?” She asks but you can see the pleading behind her eyes. “Yes, I did do not fret.” You giggle at the sigh she releases as you sit down in front of her.

“How about you, got much done?”

“Yes, I was able to squeeze in a few rule remindings to certain students.” She jokes, you instantly knew which student she was talking about. Wednesday Addams.

“She doesn’t realise how lenient her Principal is.”

“Wouldn’t say lenient, maybe hopeful.” She replies, looking down at her phone.

“Is everything okay?” You ask the moment she looks down.

“Yes yes, just a notification from an app!” Flipping her phone quickly so you couldn’t see. You pause for a minute before turning the phone around to check. a sound comes from her mouth, then being clamped shut again.

“Oh? What level are you on?” Your curiosity spiking when you see that the notification was from Candy Crush. Silence is followed, you look up from the screen to see Larissa with her mouth open.

“Level 492.” She mutters, shocked at your reaction. Thinking that it’d would of weirded you out.

“Teach me your ways, I’m stuck on 360!” You beg, making her even more shocked.

“You play?”

“Of course! One of my guilty pleasures.” You confess with a wink.

[lightleckrereins]

Six the musical crowns guide

This is a long overdue post that was requested again recently so here is the crown breakdown. While I tried to include everything there are probably some things I missed and some that appeared only tmporarily so I ended up omiting them. Also whenever I mention spike numbers it is very likely that I am off in some of them as it is hard to get photos of some where the full crown is visible and clear enough to count. And whoever is in the photo is not necessarily the first to wear a style, it is the best picture I have of it at the moment.

Aragon: It would seem that there are only two versions of this crown (original single band and new double one) but it actually has a few very distinct styles.

The very first one was a double tiered halo looking crown that never made it past very earyl first UK tour press.

1: After that and until the redesign Aragon wore a single headband shaped crown that went down to right above the ear with eight long gold spikes evenly distributed. It was commonly styled with hair strands weaved between the lower spikes.

2-3: The first redesign appeared only on 2020 Broadway previews and features two bands connected at the ends that lay on top of the head and goes slightly down (doesnt reach the ears). This crown had ten short gold spikes in the front band with the final one on the union of the bands and six long gold spikes alternated with five short on the back. The shape and number of spikes has changed a lot since but in general the shorter spikes in front and long and short alternated on the back format remains. The current US crowns have the same format as the original Broadway one but with 13 short spikes on the front band and eight long and seven short spikes on the back. Cruises started with a different style but have now switched to this one.

4-5: There are two versions of the crown in use in the UK. The most common one is the same format as the US crowns with short spikes in the front (16) and alternating size in the back but changes the short spikes on the back band to medium sized ones in the center and small on the sides (9 total and 8 long). The second version has the same format but is narrower (12 small in the front, 6 long and 7 medium/short in the back). This version seems to be used by queens with hairstyles that pull the hair back higher so the gap for the crown is narrower.

6-7: The original cruise crowns have the same format as the original Broadway one but change all the small spikes for medium sized ones. This crowns were worn backwards (long spikes in front) for Breakaway 2.0 and this appears sometimes in other productions. I am pretty sure this style was originated for Bliss 2.0 which had an early version of the costume redesign and made in advance for the cancelled original Breakaway 2.0. Crowns were worn for a few cruises since reopening but now seem to be retired in favor of the usual US style.

8-9: Since the Aragon crowns are gold to match the costume, the alternate crowns are silver. There are three alternate crown versions mirroring principal styles. The original headband one worn in the UK until lockdown, in the pre broadway US tour and in Australia for the whole run. This style of crown was sometimes worn by alternates for Cleves or Parr. Currently the UK productions are the only ones to use the alternate costumes and have both wider and narrower Aragon crowns in silver.

Boleyn: This crown has had the least variations across time. It consists of two circular bands worn around the spacebuns with spikes on the sides. Sizing and spike number vary but in general it is 10 spikes for UK crowns and 8 for US; AUS had 10 and cruises follow the style of the costume maker they have at the moment. The only notable difference was Hazel Karooma-Brooker who wore two flat bands on the sides of an updoo in a style that was later made the standard for Cleves.

Seymour: This one is simmilar to Aragon in that there are only a few base styles that have many distinct variations.

There are photos of Natalie May Paris wearing a few different crowns early on but none of those seem to have made it past early first UK tour press

1: the original Seymour crown was a small white band that laid on top of the head with six small spikes.

2-3: the second version was a long band shaped like a headband with 11 short spikes. There were both black and white band versions of this one; in general it was black for dark haired actors and alternates and white for light haired actors. Sometimes it was styled with hair covering the ends so the spikes showed between strands.

4-5: There have been two versions of the Seymour crown. The first is a double white band that lays on top of the head with five short spikes on each band and two more on the edge where the bands meet. When the Boleyn tour opened the crown was updated. It is the same format but now the three middle spikes on the back band are taller than the rest.

6: The UK crown has the same shape as the US crown but in black; and has seven medium sized spikes on each band and none on the union. A white crown was made for the 2023 UKT cast change presumably to match Erin Caldwell's blonde hair but she ended up wearing a black one.

Cleves: Just like there are a million Cleves hairstyles there are a million Cleves crowns.

The very first version of this crown looked like a hat with spikes around the brim but was cut in early tour press.

1: The first crown to appear onstagewas a headband in the same shape and size as Seymour, but with spikes starting slightly higher on the sides. It had three short spikes on each side and in the middle three long with two more short in between. This crown was the main style until shortly before lockdown when the mohawk style started to be introduced.

2: Vicki Manser wore one of her Boleyn cuffs for multiple queens including Cleves. This style was worn by some alternate Cleves early on with ponytails and side braid styles.

3: Brittney Mack wore a few different crowns, the first being a single cuff simmilar to the Howard crowns but with more spikes.

4-5: The first version of the side crowns was two single bands with eight short spikes on each. This was worn in the pre broadway tour, the UKT between 2019 and 2022 and by Jessica Niles in Breakaway 1.0. The later versions of this crown started shifting from straight bands to a slight curve.

6: Kiana Danielle got a slight variation of the previous one with alternating short and medium spikes

7-9: At reopening West End introduced a few different styles. The first was a headband with 15 spikes alternating between short and medium only worn by Lexi McIntosh. Second was the same but alternating between medium and long, this was worn by Zara Macintosh and Cherelle Jay. Third was simmilar to the Aragon crowns with two bands; 12 short spikes on the front and five medium and six shorts alternating on the back. This series feels like an experimental era where the costume team was trying to figure out different crown styles for different hairstyles before settling on everyone having a take of the double crown.

10-11: The US crowns are made by two slightly curved bands connected only on the back, has nine short spikes on the lower band. The top band alternates six medium spikes in two slightly different lenghts and two short spikes on the back. In the Aragon tour the crowns are worn backwards with the union on the front.

12: The UK crowns are two curved bands joined in the back. They have ten long spikes on the top band and eight spikes in the bottom alternating between two medium sizes.

There have also been Seymour crowns (the full headband shaped ones), Howard crowns and Parr crowns worn for Cleves by alternates or in cruises.

Howard: the Howard crowns can be separated into two groups. Open band and closed cuff. But that doesn't mean there are not a million variations on shape and size.

1: The very first version of the crown was a round cuff with three tiers of six spikes. This was narrower than later ones as originally principal Howards wore only half their hair up in the ponytail.

2: the pre broadway tour crown was also round but shorter and wider than the UK one and had only two tiers of spikes.

3: Vicki Manser wore one of her single tier cuffs for multiple queens including Howard. This style was worn by some early alternate howards.

4-6: The crown was standarized in late 2019 to a shorter, wider cuff with the same amount of spikes. Depending on the specific crown the shape shifted between being round, oval and slightly triangular shapes. This version appeared on UK productions until lockdown, AUS for the entire run and early cruises.

7-8: At reopening a new shape was introduced. Consisting of an open band that covers only the front of the ponytail and is left open on the back. This version has become standard for all productions in different shapes and sizes. The current UK crown is a wide band. It has four spikes on the top and bottom tiers and three in the middle. Since the crowns are made to be stiff this change shape between a wide curve and a narrower C shape. Height and width vary I think depending on the size of the ponytail.

9: the US crown is a narrow open band. It has four spikes on the top and bottom rows and three in the middle one. This are the narrowest crowns and the size allows the ponytail to cover the sides instead of staying in the back like with UK crowns.

Parr: this one looks like a million variations but is more of a million different ways to wear a few versions.

1: The original crown was a wide band shaped simmilarly to a fabric headband with three rowns of 10 spikes going around it. This was worn by the original WE cast, Athena Collins in the UKT Hana Stewart inWE, and Nicole Lambert in the pre Broadway tour.

2: For the pre broadway tour a headband simmilar to the Seymour crown with a wider band was introduced. This was worn by Ana Uzele before switching to the side crown, Bliss 1.0, Elizabeth Walker on Breakaway 1.0, the UKT alternates until lockdown, and the AUS alternates for the entire run.

3: For Breakaway 1.0 Amelia Walker wore a double headband.

4-5: For the AUS opening a new crown was introduced made of two bands on each side (simmilar to the Cleves crowns) with six spikes on each band worn on the back of the head and weaved through the hairstyle. This version with longer bands and more spikes was worn by Courtney Mack on Broadway and (I think) Megan Leung and Sophie-Rose Middleton in Bliss 2.0. A variation of this crown with spikes alternating between short and medium on the top bands is still worn in the UK by all Parrs with straight hair and In South Korea.

6: The first version of the side crown was introduced in late 2019. It is a single band with nine long spikes that goes from the side of the ponytail on the right side of the head beside the ponytail and reaching the center in the back. This was worn by Anna Uzele in the final stops of the pre Broadway tour, Danielle Steers until lockdown and Athena Collins for a public performance before the postponed UKT reopening.

7: At reopening WE and UKT introduced a new version of the side crown. Consisting of two bands connected in the backsimmilar to the Cleves crowns. With 11 short spikes on the bottom one and 12 spikes alternating between short and medium on the top one. This was worn by Danielle Steers and Athena Collins.

8: For the Broadway reopening a variation of the previous crown was introduced in the same shape and number of spikes only switching the spikes on the top band to three long alternating with three medium in the front and six slightly smallermedium on the back. This crown has become the standard version and is the only to be pretty much identical in both the US and UK.

9: Keirsten Hodgens wore a variation of the double crown specifically made to be worn on the left side to accomodate her locs naturally falling to the right.

10: In the Aragon tour both Gabriela Carrillo and Erin Palmer Ramirez wear the crown backwards with the bands connecting in the front.

11: Again in the Aragon tour Kelsee Kimmel wears another unique version. The top band has two short spikes in the front and back and then in the middle there are five spikes that go from medium to tall and back again.

12: For her first cruise run (Breakaway 2.0) Ellie Sharpe wore yet another unique crown. This seems to be a take on the double crown. The two bands are connected at the front and have medium spikes on the bottom band and alternating medium and long on the top one. I think this is another case of NCS changing all the short spikes for longer ones like they did with the Aragon crown and might have been intended to wear further back or it is two crowns worn as one. But no way to confirm this as there are only three photos of Ellie wearing it, none show the crown in full and she wore a standard side crown for her second run.

[niki-phoria]

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part 4?? i was thinking like a few months from since they're ice ring date and they're already graduating and now sunghoon is the one who will give something to m/n

i need long haired hoon he would look so good ndsklns pls i beg

pairing: non idol!sunghoon x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 960

includes: jayke cameos, they're graduating from high school bc this was originally a hs au, could be read as part of the series or alone, i don't have any more ideas for this series lmao, actually proofread/edited this one !! be proud of me pls

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i really like the idea of sunghoon giving something to reader, that's so cute <33 i hope you like it :))

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

requests open !! read my rules first

you anxiously tug at the sleeves of your uniform, clutching the bouquet of flowers closer to your chest. your eyes search for sunghoon in the crowd - desperate for a familiar face as you stand on the stage in front of all of your peers and multiple flashing cameras all pointed at you. 

you find sunghoon easily; his bright smile and proud expression making him stand out from everyone else. he brings a hand up to wave at you before raising both of his hands together to create a hand-heart. your smile grows as you continue to focus on him until you’re ushered off stage to make room for the next pair of students. 

sunghoon lets out a small sigh as he watches you leave the stage, walking back to your assigned seat to wait for the ceremony to finish. despite all of his worries - the future, moving away, going to university, finding a job - his mind is only focused on one thing: you. you, and the promise ring safely tucked away into his pocket, patiently awaiting the perfect moment for him to pull you aside and present it to you. 

“hey,” jake reaches over, gently patting his thigh. “don’t be so nervous. it’s gonna be okay.” 

sunghoon nods in acknowledgement, still distracted. he knows jake is right; you’ve been going out for nearly a year and loved each other for even longer. you’ve made plans to visit each other and promised to meet up whenever possible - promises he hopes to seal with a ring once you can both slip away from the playful shoulder pats from your friends and loving pestering from your families. 

“i know, i just…” he anxiously twists the thin metal chain of the bracelet around his wrist like it’s a fidget toy - a nervous habit he’d picked up after seeing you twist your own jewelry during tests or when you’re worried about something. “what if it’s too soon? i mean, what if i give it to him and he thinks it’s weird? or he doesn’t like it? or-” 

“sunghoon,” jay interrupts this time, reaching over and placing his hands on sunghoon’s shoulders. his voice is quiet but stern when he speaks, painfully aware of the students surrounding them on all sides. “he’ll love the ring and whatever huge romantic speech you make up to go along with it. you know he will.” 

sunghoon takes a deep breath, feeling some of the tension begin to relax from his shoulders. “thank you.” 

they watch as student after student steps up onto the stage. they walk along to the string of principals, teachers, and the dean, all holding out their hands for a quick handshake before moving to stand at the edge. a photographer awaits them to snap a quick photo to immortalize the moment in film before they finally accept their degree and walk off - now officially the recipient of a high school diploma. 

sunghoon follows the same steps of everyone else before him: walk onto stage, shake the hands of the people who made his education possible, pose for the picture, go back to his seat. despite knowing exactly where his family is sitting in the audience his eyes immediately drift to you. you bring your hands up in a heart just like he did, watching him with the same bright smile and proud glint in your eyes. 

his anxieties wash away as soon as he looks at you. time can’t pass quickly enough as he patiently awaits the ceremony's conclusion. to sunghoon’s relief, it isn’t long before an announcement plays over the loudspeakers to signal the end of his waiting. 

he immediately rushes to your side, all but tackling you into a tight hug as soon as he sees you. you laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist to support his body weight suddenly slamming against your frame. “we graduated!” he cheers.

“we graduated,” you chuckle, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. sunghoon pulls away just enough to move his hands to your face and pull you into a sweet kiss. you both smile into it until you’re forced to pull away for air. 

you spend a few moments simply staring into each other’s eyes. sunghoon’s eyes have always been alluring - nearly daring you to go closer. “hey, i got you something,” he whispers, voice breaking your slight trance. 

“oh, you didn’t have to.” sunghoon’s hand ghosts against your waist, keeping you close to him as he reaches into his pocket. the metal feels cool against his clammy hands.

“i wanted to.” sunghoon eyes carefully study your reaction as he raises his hand, presenting the ring for you. he watches as your eyes widen before you gasp, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “it’s a promise ring,” he smiles, reaching out to grab your hand. he slides it onto your finger, taking a second to admire it before intertwining your hands together. “it matches the bracelet you bought me.” 

you stare at the ring for a few seconds before jumping into sunghoon’s arms. he stumbles backwards as you laugh, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. “thank you,” you whisper. tears sting the corners of your eye as you pull away just enough to pull him into a sweet kiss. “thank you.” sunghoon smiles, wiping a few stray tears away from your cheeks. 

“why are you crying?” 

“i just…” you pause, desperately searching for the words to explain how you’re feeling. adoration. warmth. devotion. none of them are good enough. not for him. you sigh, settling on the first thing that comes to mind; chiché at it is. “i love you. i love you so much.” 

sunghoon’s smile grows as he pulls you even closer. “i love you too.” 

[daisy7beauty]

The bridge — Yunjin x reader (Part 2)

summary: Yunjin promises y/n she will never let him hurt her again.

pairings: Huh Yunjin x fem!reader

tags: hospital, running away, starts to get better :), non!idol au

word count: 2,4k

warnings: mention of abuse (both physical and sexual), panic attack, not as much as part 1

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The steady beeping of a machine was the first thing y/n heard when she woke up, followed by a quiet voice mumbling along with the lyrics of some generic pop song she remembered hearing on the radio a few days ago. The ceiling was hurting her eyes, colored with an uncomfortably bright white, just like everything else in the room. The only significant pop of color was the young girl sitting across from her.

The steady beeping of a machine was the first thing y/n heard when she woke up, followed by a quiet voice mumbling along with the lyrics of some generic pop song she remembered hearing on the radio a few days ago. The ceiling was hurting her eyes, colored with an uncomfortably bright white, just like everything else in the room. The only significant pop of color was the young girl sitting across from her.

Yunjin still had her school uniform on just like she did, but instead of the white undershirt that everyone was required to have, Yunjin sported a Louis Vuitton shirt. It was her signature look, as she was known to wear expensive brands anytime she could. Y/n remembers seeing her get sent to the principal's office for breaching the uniform dress code almost every day, but nothing ever came of it.

It was strange, seeing the other girl outside of school, that is. She looked different. Y/n didn't know what it was, but something about Yunjin seemed off. She had the same clothes on. The same make-up. The same headphones that their teachers would constantly confiscate from her. Only for her to steal them right back when they weren't paying attention.

Y/n decided that it was her demeanor that was so different. She seemed small, curled up in the uncomfortable hospital chair as if y/n could tower over her, despite being several centimeters shorter. Her legs pressed against her body, knees up towards the chin, head resting on them and occasionally bopping to what y/n presumed was the beat of some song she was listening to.

When Yunjin finally noticed y/n staring at her, their eyes connected, and for a split second, y/n could see something other than the usual arrogant smirk that seemed to be permanently stuck on the older girl's face.

“Oh! You're awake…”

Yunjin's words trailed off, both girls unsure what to do, sitting silently for a few very long moments. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife.

“Yeah, I just woke up.”

Y/n answered as if it wasn't obvious, mentally berating herself for being so goddamn awkward. Yunjin just nodded, staring out of the window. It stayed this way for some time before Yunjin seemed to remember something as she snapped her head back to y/n.

“Oh, right! You were asleep for only around 30 minutes, so you should be fine. The nurse told me to give them a buzz once you woke up. Something about checking that you don't have a concussion so that you can go home safely. From what she said, it shouldn't take too long, plus they already called your dad, so you don't have to worry about spending the night here.”

Yunjin smiled at her, placing her headphones into her bag and standing up to alert the nurses about y/n waking up. Before she could even take one step, though…

“No!”

Y/n yelled at her, almost jumping off the bed. Her heart was racing so fast she thought she was having a stroke. As soon as Yunjin let the last sentence out of her mouth, y/n felt her breath stop.

They called her father, oh god, they called her father. Her vision was beginning to blur. What the fuck was she going to do? Once her father shows up, it's game over for her. They will see what she did to him, and she will be sent straight to jail. No. Knowing that bastard, he would make up some excuse or just hide it so he could take her home, and.…she didn't want to even think about it. Her chest felt like it was being constricted with a corset, tightening every second she thought about him.

“Hey…hey, y/n, what's going on? You good?”

She could hear Yunjin asking her concern on her face. It was as if she was underwater, her voice muffled and quiet, not reaching her ears properly.

“No, not dad…he- he will-”

Y/n managed to squeeze out, hyperventilating so quickly that she felt like she was about to pass out. Her father was about to be here at any moment, and she was having a fucking panic attack…great.

She could feel Yunjin rubbing her back, trying to calm her down, which surprisingly worked as she felt the world get clearer. The girl's warm hands let go of her. Usually, y/n would be glad as she hated physical contact, but for some odd reason, she missed the feeling.

“Y/n, I need you to be honest with me, okay? Does your dad…hurt you? Is he the reason why you ended up like- like this?”

Yunjin's voice quivered at the end, looking at the other girl softly. It felt strange, having someone look at her that way. Her whole life, y/n had tried to be as invisible as she could, not liking the feeling of someone staring at her. Maybe it was because of him. He always looked at her after he finished, admiring the damage he had done, just standing in front of her bed, watching.

Not finding the strength to speak, y/n just nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes with a sleeve of her school uniform. She could hear Yunjin curse under her breath. It was in English, a testament to her parent's job and overall status.

Y/n remembered hearing the word on some rap song one of her classmates was obsessed with, playing it over and over during breaks. He always tried to sing along, but his pronunciation sucked, making y/n cringe every time. She wondered what Yujin would sound like. Her limited English skills told her that Yujin seemed quite good, if not fluent. It would definitely be better than Hyunsik, which she knew for sure.

“Okay, I don't really know what I should do in this situation, but I won't let him hurt you again. I have never done something like this. I think we just have to run away before he comes. Do you have any friends or close relatives that could take care of you?”

Yunjin asked her, pacing around the small hospital room, one hand buried in her hair. Y/n was silent. To the older girl's credit, she could understand what that silence meant, trying to change the topic.

“I guess you can stay with me. Is there anything that you want to take with you?”

Y/n suddenly remembered about her bag. It was probably still next to the door, knowing her father's aversion to cleaning anything.

“Yeah, I have a bag with some clothes and money. It's still at my house. I was supposed to run away to Busan today, with it being my 18th birthday and all, so I had everything prepared already. You can see it didn't really work out…”

Y/n tried to joke, forcing a small smile on her face. It was a pathetic attempt at humor, but she felt the situation needed a little light, uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere.

“Okay…We could sneak out to the parking lot, hide and wait until your dad shows up, and then make a break to your home. We can quickly take everything you need and book it to mine!”

Yunjin smiled at y/n, who could only nod as she grabbed her right hand and walked out of the cramped room.

The girls tried to walk as fast as possible without looking suspicious to the staff roaming the hallways. It was exciting. It felt like they were spies on a secret mission in an American movie about saving the capital or something.

Just as they made it to the parking lot, y/n recognized a white sedan pulling up. She quickly tugged Yunjin towards a blue van and signaled for her to be quiet, carefully peeking out from behind it.

She could see her father struggling to get out of his car, a dark blue sweatshirt on. She had been right. He wanted to act as if nothing had happened so he could take her home and deal with her in his own way. For a moment, y/n wished she had killed him in that kitchen, but she quickly snapped out of it.

“Why is he walking so weird?”

Yunjin asked from beside her. Y/n almost got a heart attack, forgetting that the other girl was with her. She squatted next to her, squinting at the awkwardly hunched-over man shuffling toward the revolving doors.

“I…I kind of…stabbed him.”

…

“What?!”

Yunjin yelled out, making y/n slap her hand on her mouth, pulling her back behind the van with panicked eyes.

“Shhhhh!”

The younger whisper yelled, making Yunjin realize just how loud she was. Both of them stayed crouched there for a few moments, afraid to look from behind it in case her father could see them.

After a minute or two, they decided it was safe again and peeked out. To the girl's relief, y/n's father had already gone inside as they couldn't see him anywhere.

“The coast is clear! Follow me, okay?”

The younger girl said and quickly ran towards the gate of the hospital. Luckily for them, y/n had been to the hospital before, when one of her dad's outbursts got a bit out of hand, and he broke her arm. She had to go to the hospital alone since he refused to drive her. At that time, it was hell, as it coincidentally started raining just as she got out of the door, but now it helped them, as she could remember the way home.

Y/n kept looking back at Yunjin, who was a few meters behind her, with a pained expression. She could hear her panting from the front, loudly cursing at herself and everything else. Y/n remembered how she used to skip gym class, yelling at their teacher, declaring it 'bullshit that wasn't useful for anyone'. Well, Yunjin skips pretty much every class unless the threat of immediate expulsion isn't hanging over her head, so it wasn't all that unusual. The shared gym class was the only place y/n could see her up close, as they were in different grades.

It seemed that Yunjin's skipping had finally caught up to her, though, and y/n couldn't help but laugh as she heard her complaining, begging her to slow down a bit. Both of them knew that they couldn't. It was only a matter of time before the nurses realized she was gone. Y/n counted on her father's selfishness, hoping that he wouldn't call the police on them out of fear that they would take her away from him.

“How long until we get to your house? I feel like I'm going to die, y/n!”

Yunjin yelled from behind just as they made it onto her street. It was tiny, so they had to slow down, dodging the trashcans and an occasional bike. Y/n lived right on the edge of the street in a corner building that didn't get all that much sunlight, even when it was noon, so unlocking the door was a lot harder, especially since the lamp in front of the building broke two weeks ago and nobody had bothered to fix it.

“Come on, come on.”

Y/n mumbled to herself as she finally managed to open the heavy door, sprinting up the flight of stairs to get to her apartment.

Just as she predicted, her bag was still at the entrance, some loose money laying around it. She quickly tried to shove everything back inside, zipping it up.

Since she was already home, y/n decided to grab some other stuff she didn't have the chance before as it would be too noticeable and could get her father to suspect her. Well, he wasn't here now, and hopefully won't see her ever again.

Taking her jacket from the hook next to the door, she ran to her room, grabbing her only stuffed toy, a small teddy bear she nicknamed Pup. It was the only thing left of her mom, as her father had thrown everything reminding him of her out a long time ago.

Y/n turned around, facing Yunjin, still standing in the doorway, trying to catch her breath.

“Let's take my bike. That way, we'll be a lot faster. I have it locked to a post outside.”

Yunjin nodded, and both ran back downstairs, skipping the last few steps and choosing to jump instead. Y/n almost fell on her face but quickly regained balance. She yelled the password to the bike chain to Yunjin, who was ahead of her.

Just as Yunjin got the bike, the shine of headlights entered their vision. Y/n could recognize that car anywhere. Her father was back home.

“Fuck! Yunjin, hurry!”

She yelled out desperately, still running toward the other girl, whose hands she could see trembling, fumbling around with the lock. It was a miracle she managed to get it open just as y/n stood next to her.

Y/n ushered Yunjin to sit on it as she hopped onto the back, making a seat out of the flimsy bag holder. Her hands clamped around the older girl's waist.

As they rode away, y/n turned around to see her father getting out of his car, yelling something before Yunjin turned a corner, making him disappear out of her field of vision. She couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Curled up on a bag holder, desperately holding on to Yunjin as she frantically paddled away.

Y/n let out a breath, letting her head fall onto Yunjin's back, and watched as the world passed by.

The sun had set, the only source of light being the harsh lamps along the road, making her squint her eyes.

Contrary to everything that has happened today, it was a beautiful day, well, night, the kind you see in dramas and films. The ones that talk about the meaning of life and make everyone feel a bit strange after watching them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Yunjin announcing that they were almost there, tapping the clasped hands on her stomach and pointing across the river.

Y/n felt strange. It was as if they'd known each other their whole lives, even though they had only interacted a few times before today.

“Well, this is it.”

The bike stopped, making her let go of Yunjin.

She missed the subtle warmth under her fingertips and almost reached to touch her again, stopping herself before she could. Instead, she follows Yunjin inside.

-to be continued-

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tags: @milfmomorene , @hueneve

[jtwritesstuff]

Fresh Off A Snow Day

Another monthly story! This one was a tie between the prompts of "Snow day" and "Back to school regression". ______________________________________________________________ James sighed as he walked into work that morning, fresh off a three day weekend caused by a snow day, and sure enough his room’s parapro was gonna be out for the day. He sat at his desk, turning his computer on and starting to pull up his now thrown off by a day lesson plans. He scrolled through them, getting his materials around when he noticed his email ping. He quickly clicked the tab, expecting the morning announcements, instead it was an email from the principal with the title “New student”. He groaned, he already had a class of 24, 25 was going to be a lot.

He opened the email and gave a small frown as he saw the name of the student “Aaron Sprung”. That was an issue he wasn’t expecting, the new kid having the same first name as his parapro, he’d have to bring that up to Aaron when he got back from being sick. James stood back up now, looking around his room to see where he could put another desk, frowning a bit as he’d just figured out what would be the perfect groups for these kids. He decides to move a desk from the back to a group he knows he can trust to be quiet when needed and nods a bit before checking the time and letting a small sigh out.

He made sure everything was set up before walking to his door and opening it, putting on his best “I’m not tired” smile as he heard the kids coming down the hall. A few were already lined up by the door as he opened it, likely either a co-workers kid or they ran down the hall the second the front doors were open. He gave them either a fist bump, a wave or a hug as they entered, the students themselves picking between them, and he kept a close eye out, seeing if there were any kiddos he didn’t recognize wandering the halls as if lost.

As he stood, greeting each kid as they walked by and into his room, though he wasn’t fully expecting what he saw next. He watched as a child that looked like he belonged right in James’ class walked up, though he could swear he knew this kid. He had a semi-curly mop of strawberry blonde hair, a pokemon hoodie on and matching joggers that looked brand new, along with some light up velcro shoes that also looked fairly new and had a backpack covered in dinosaurs.

Normally all of this could be chalked up to new school jitters and wanting new stuff to show off…there was just one issue though. This strawberry blonde kiddo making his way quietly down the hall was the spitting image of Aaron, his parapro that was out sick today. James couldn’t help but stare at the boy as he walked up and somewhat nervously looked up “Um…Mr. Kelling?” James blinked a bit and nodded “Y…Yeah, that’s me, you must be Aaron.”

The boy just nodded, avoiding eye contact as James did his best to put on a smile “Welcome to my class Aaron, your desk is going to be number 25, go ahead and put your bag on a free hook in the closet.” He nodded, walking in as James had to stand in the hall for a second, acting like he was checking for any other kids but in reality, his mind was racing. How was Aaron so small? What happened to him? This was like those stories he read online but…he was right here, and…unless Aaron has a secret child also named Aaron that he just found out about, this should be impossible. 

He made his way into the room again after getting his smile and focus back, looking as the kids grabbed their breakfasts and sat at their seats. He watched their newest classmate do the same, but less seeming like he was just following the herd and more like he was used to the routine. James could only frown quietly to himself, wondering how much of Aaron was in there, before getting the day started with morning announcements. 

James could only keep his eyes on Aaron as the boy worked, showing he was still fairly ahead of the curve, but struggling at points with things like math. James could only wonder how this all happened so…quickly, it’d only been three days, how does someone lose that much age in three days. He was working through it slowly and before long he noticed the time “Alright class! Time for recess, get dressed up as it’s pretty cold out.” He walked over to Aaron and gently tapped him “I’d like you to stay in bud, I wanna show you about a bit more.” 

Aaron looked nervous as the rest of the kids got ready and lined up before being led out by a recess aide. I gently shut the door behind them and then turned to Aaron, looking down at the small boy “So…what happened?” Aaron looked up at James, looking nervous but trying to put on his best confused face “Huh…? Whatcha…um…mean?” James sighed a bit, leaning on a desk and giving Aaron a look “Aaron, I know it’s you, it’s not hard to recognize those curls.”

Aaron looked taken aback for a second before looking at the floor quietly and shrugging  a bit.James sighed and just stared the boy down “Well…it’s not every day I see a previous co-worker shuffle in here and struggle with fractions…so what happened?” Aaron looked down and sighed a bit as I just waited “You…wouldn’t believe me.” I sat down now on one of the desks, looking at him seriously “Try me.”

Aaron looked up and sighed softly. “Well…I decided to try this…remote of sorts, I didn’t know it at first but it has the ability to like…reshape the world.” James sighed a bit, if the proof wasn’t standing in front of him and this was any other kid he’d be telling them to knock it off about now. “And so I just…wanted to try it and made myself younger, and…I just…I dunno, I don’t…really wanna go back…ya know?”

James looked at Aaron and nodded a bit “I mean…yeah, I honestly get that more than you’d think…” Aaron seemed to perk up a bit “You…you do?” James nodded again and sighed “I…I wish the same thing sometimes honestly.” Aaron blinked at that before quietly asking “Really…? You’re not just…saying that…?” James shook his head “For as long as I’ve been an adult…I’ve just wanted to be a kid again, take this stress and stuff away and just…relax again.” 

Aaron seemed to think quietly for a few moments before making his way quickly to where his bag was hung up. James watched as he dug through it for a second before pulling out an odd looking remote. It looked like a mix between a calculator and a universal remote, both from the early 2000s. He walked back over before looking up at James seriously “So…you wanna take that stress away?”

James blinked a bit, his heart rate picking up as he realized just what Aaron was suggesting “I…I mean yeah b…but I need this job too and…” Aaron shook his head a bit with a sigh, cutting James off “Because you gotta keep your house and whatnot…yeah yeah.” James just blinked a bit at the sudden annoyance from the little boy as Aaron continued “Look, I’m offering a free shot at what you want, if you’re a kid again you don’t have to worry about a job or bills or…anything! I mean other than what’s for lunch today.”

James nodded a bit, thinking quietly as Aaron seemed to already be prepping the remote. James looked at him “So…what would happen with my class?” Aaron just shrugged a bit “I mean…it alters reality too, someone would just…take your place in the new reality and boom, pretty much nothing happened, at least for the others.” James thought for a few seconds before suddenly frowning “Wait…if you changed reality for everyone…why do I remember you being older?” 

Aaron looked at him and shrugged, “I wanted to see how you’d react, hence why I have the remote, if you reacted bad, boom, I’m just another kid.” James just blinked a bit at that “damn…that cold huh…?” Aaron just shrugged “Hey, I’m glad it’s working out this way instead, so…how old do you wanna be? My age or…?” James thought for a second about it, wondering just how low he could go, thinking specifically about some of his more…infant themed stories he’d read as of late.

Aaron just stared at him for a bit and sighed “No please…take alllll the time ya need, not like the kids are gonna be back soon.” James blushed at that before sighing softly “How about...six…first grade or older kindergarten” Aaron hit a few buttons, nodding and smiling now “And if ya don’t like it, lemme know after school, okay?” James nodded, blushing a bit at the thought of being in school again as Aaron aimed the remote at him.

Aaron looked around it “It might feel a bit weird for a second, so.just hold onto something” James grabbed the desk but before he could respond he heard a click and felt a weird almost static feeling wash over him. It was like the feeling you have when an arm or leg falls asleep but all over and he couldn’t help but shut his eyes as it washed over his head. It was one of the worst feelings he could remember, like he was being put through a car wash without the car.

He stood there for…he didn’t even know how long at this point as this feeling washed over him, groaning softly as he felt it slowly starting to abate. He  started to open his eyes, seeing the floor first and just how close it was before slowly looking up at Aaron, who was now standing about a head taller than James. Aaron just smiled at him “Annnnd…done! Look atcha! Super cute.” James just swayed as he stood there, feeling like the room was spinning around him.

Aaron walked over, gently patting his back as he looked at James “I warned ya…it’s a rough one.” James just nodded slowly as Aaron rubbed his back and watched him “We..probably wanna get moving, because I think you’re…supposed to be in Mrs.K’s class.” James nodded a bit again as Aaron slowly led him out by the hand. As they walked he slowly felt better and better and began to take in the very similar looking halls all around him just…much bigger.

Aaron smiled down at the now much younger boy who was enraptured with his new status as a first grader “Pretty cool huh?” James just nodded more as they walked down the first grade hall and he saw all the art projects from the year hung up…including a spot with his name on it, though it was empty currently.

Aaron gently knocked on the door and Mrs.K answered, smiling down at the two of them “Welcome back James! Did Aaron give a good tour of the building for you?” James just nodded a bit, a faint memory of Aaron leading him around seemingly surfacing out of nowhere as Mrs.K looked at Aaron. “Thank you so much for helping him get his bearings hun, I know everything must be tough with him just getting to your guy’s house last night.

Aaron nodded and shrugged “It was no biggie, just doing what a big bro should.” He smiled as James looked up and he gave a wink down to the smaller boy. “Well…you should probably head back to class hun, I know your recess is almost over.” Aaron looked at the time and nodded “Alright, see ya after school James! I’ll grab ya so we can walk to dad’s car.” James just nodded again, smiling softly at Aaron before feeling his hand taken again by Mrs.K, being led into the classroom and  his first day of his new life.

[purposefully-lost]

Charlie Reimes stumbled into his death in the same way that he'd stumbled through most of his life. He'd sort of seen it coming, as far as Michael was aware, but he didn't exactly seem prepared for it. Few ever were. The young man, dressed in a version of the sweater he'd died in- if it'd been brand new, a soft blue-grey that had yet to fade or get warped by the wash- took a seat on the other side of the desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and fidgeted nervously, a school boy awaiting a lecture from the vice principal. Michael tilted his head at him and offered him a smile.

"Hi, Charles. Although, it says here that you normally go by Charlie, is that correct?"

Wary eyes the color of that brand new sweater glanced up at Michael, then down at the manilla folder on his desk. He gave him a small nod. "Uh, y- yeah. ..Uh, I- I was just wonderin'-"

"Let me stop you there," Michael said, doing his best to soften his voice and maintain the kindly exterior, though internally, he wanted to giggle. This man had spent his whole life anxious, impulsive, and reckless, and it'd followed him cleanly into death. Of the souls chosen for this particular neighborhood, he would be the easiest to torture. Michael pressed a hand to his own chest. "My name is Michael. And I am here to welcome you into your afterlife. You are dead, Charlie."

The man's brows furrowed. He sat up, a puppy-dog kind of misunderstanding seeping into his eyes. "Wha-"

"But there's no reason to worry! Because you, young man, made it into the good place. That's.." He pointed up towards the ceiling, then offered a grin. "Exciting, isn't it?"

"Dead?" Charlie asked.

"I can tell you how it happened, if you like?" Michael dropped his grin and reached for the folder, not waiting for an answer before he flipped it open. He hummed and peered at it closely. "It says here that you... oh, isn't that sort of nasty? You were driving under the influence when you had a terrible car accident. Pronounced dead on the scene. Hm." Michael frowned in faux thought. "Usually, DUI's lose you a lot of points. It's kind of shocking that you still made it here. But, in fairness, you didn't hurt anyone else, and if you already had enough points before you did it..."

Charlie didn't even seem to have gotten curious about the points thing, yet. He'd pressed himself back into his seat, his hand over his mouth and his eyes growing wet. He looked like he was about to throw up. Michael fought the urge to roll his eyes and vaguely waved a hand. "Janet? Get our guest a bucket, please."

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The young man had remained mostly quiet as Michael guided him along on the neighborhood tour. All of the community centers were found in a neat little downtown plaza, surrounded for a few blocks by quaint restaurants or coffee shops or cat cafés. All run by the cast of disguised demons, putting on their brightest smiles and following their scripts to a T. There were only four other true human souls in town; a fascinating trio that Michael had plucked from the same small town in Appalachia, and the man that he was now walking Charlie to meet. He hadn't told him as much, yet. He still seemed a little too overwhelmed by the concept of being dead.

"Uh..."

Michael paused, glancing to the side to raise an eyebrow at him. "Yes?"

"Uh, I- I was... I was just thinkin', uh..." His face had grown to a warm red. Charlie reached up to twist a lock of hair between his fingers and give it a tug as he looked around at the space they moved through. "My- I- I had a.. I had a brother die, a few years ago. A- and I guess... maybe- maybe two, actually, we never found out what happened to.." He trailed off and frowned. "I- I guess I was just wonderin' if.. are they here?" He asked finally. He gave Michael a disgustingly hopeful look. "Can I see 'em?"

"Oh, Charlie... Christopher and Jacobi, you mean? Of course they're in the good place." Michael smiled, warm. They were, in fact, actually in the good place. Jacobi had been a good student and a smart kid, and he'd died too soon to screw it all up. Chris had been riding close to the line, a sometimes reckless 20-something who got into too many arguments with his mom, but he'd made it up for it in many ways. "They have neighborhoods of their own. Maybe after you've.. adjusted, for a while, I can show you how to pay them a visit."

"Oh," Charlie said softly. "Alright."

He was quiet again. Michael let him out of the town center and onto what, within only moments, appeared to slip into a more rural road. There was what appeared to be an older, but clean two story home, with a strong foundation and a neat, simple garden out front. It bore some resemblance to the place Charlie had grown up- that was by Michael's design. The man was so haunted by mistakes he'd made concerning family that he'd known it'd sweeten the deal. He watched the bittersweet mix of longing and comfort appear in Charlie's eyes as he led him up the steps.

"This is to be your home, here. You can always change it to your liking, but hopefully, we've found something you'll be comfortable with. That also brings me to our next order of business..."

He pushed open the front door. Inside, having already faced his own introduction, another young man waited with an air of anxious energy. He was fidgeting, his dark hair ruffled from the way he'd repeatedly run his hands through it, his eyes nervously watching the door. The moment he saw them, his face brightened into a grin.

"This," Michael said, glancing at Charlie, and he could already see the way the blood was rushing to his face, his eyes catching on the way Vi's nose crinkled when he smiled, "is your soul mate. His-"

He was cut off by the way Victory rushed forward, dragging Charlie into a tight, giddy hug. When he pulled away, it was only enough to search the face of the person he'd been told he was always meant to find. "Oh! My name is Victory," he quickly told him, still grinning. It was as if Michael had been entirely forgotten. "It's so lovely to meet you."

"..Charlie," Charlie replied, and then he was smiling too, small and nervous. It was easy to see that once he'd spoken with that southern drawl, Vi was instantly charmed. He tugged the other man back into the embrace and giggled softly.

"Hi, Charlie.."

It was so hopeful, so content, that Michael could've barfed. But this was exactly what he'd wanted. He left them to their devices, quietly slipping back out of the front door while Vi began to chatter, and grinned to himself. Based on all his research, he had a good guess as to how things would play out for them; it'd be a quick, explosive romance. But Charlie was stubborn and quiet, and Victory was loud and overbearing, and soon enough they'd start to drive each other crazy. All he had to do was wait.