#another thing I found burried in my phone

[aeleurus]

If Cheka visits Ignihyde, Diasomnia, and Scarabia

Ignihyde

Cheka going up to Idia to ask if he has games in his phone

the possibility of Idia's mind short-circuiting if Cheka requests to be carried by him

Ortho's flames turning yellow from happiness when Cheka calls him Ortho nii-chan 🥹

Diasomnia

Would Cheka piss himself from being scared of Malleus? Not sure but when he does, Lilia just picks him up off the floor while Cheka tries his best to hold back from crying GOOD LORD MY HEART 😭💞💞💞💞 "(sniffle) Please take me back to my oji-tan..." o|–<

Sebek flabbergasted, almost going "HOW DARE YOU DISGRACE YOURSELF IN FRONT OF MALLEUS-SAMA—" but fortunately Lilia swiftly distracts him by instructing him to get a mop and a towel before Sebek even got a word out.

[NEW EDIT] Lilia is completely enamored. Cheka's entire presence really brings him back to the old times when he was caring for Silver, the only difference being Silver as a baby didn't have any trouble in Malleus' overwhelming presence. He thinks it must be because beastmen have heightened senses and instincts compared to humans and Cheka was able to pick up on Malleus' strength. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense if Cheka was spooked merely from Malleus' outward appearance since many beastmen are also reptilian.

[NEW EDIT] "I- I'm sorry... That was very rude of me... I didn't mean to..." Lilia wanted to cheer him up and so he jests... Which does quite the opposite. "Hehe. If it were any other ill-bred royalty, it could've sparked some tension between countries you know?" "WAH I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS SOMEONE IMPORTANT PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE" "Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have poked fun at your highness ahaha;; Don't worry, Malleus knows better than to chastise a child over an accident. More so a younger relative of a friend, Cheka-sama." The kid's eyes brightens up at his last remark. "Ehehe, I get to meet more of oji-tan's friends! I can tell all of you are strong like oji-tan..." "Khee hee hee, yes I thought so. (Ah so cute!!~♡) Let's go back now, shall we? Hoho, would you like me to carry you?"

Malleus offers to let him play with his Tamagotchi to build rapport with Cheka. He soon learns after that he's Leona's nephew which makes things much much more interesting for him. He plans to personally bring Cheka back to him just so he could poke at him by calling him "oji-tan."

Lilia has finished helping Cheka clean after himself. He's carrying the kid on his left side and goes back to introduce him to Malleus as if he's found another newborn babe. Cheka's burried himself into Lilia's chest and takes a wary peek at Malleus before uttering an apology for the mess he caused just a while ago.

The towel Sebek gave was one of his own but he let Cheka keep it so he'd be reminded to always uphold the honor as Sunset Savannah's royal heir. (He knew who he was all along.)

Cheka sleeps soundly with Silver after that fiasco, much to Lilia's delight.

Scarabia

Cheka wearing Kalim's white cardigan(?) and it's oversized 🥹

Jamil would rather not to ever have another royalty to look after again like when Malleus tagged along on their festival trip to Scalding Sands but Cheka would adore his hair and asks him to braid him like that too. Jamil gets hugged right after he braids Cheka's hair 😭💞💞💞

NAJMA. TONS OF HUGGING AND DOTING. Cheka kissing her cheek oh my god 😭 "I wanna marry Najma nee-san!" which earns an "EHHH!??" from Jamil 💀💀💀

[might think up again next time for the other dorms!]

[sundaycane]

I want to talk about my grandpa's lovestory.

My grandpa was an illustrator back in the 60s until the 90s. He was really hard-worker and loved painting, sculpting, and drawing for comics (back then, there was a newspaper that released a comic illustration every week, and my grandpa was in charge as an illustrator).

He met my grandma in 60s and fell in love at first sight. My grandma was really pure-heart but at the same time she was too good to other people so there's a lot people mistreat my grandma.

My grandparents are married in the 60s and have my mother in the 70s. My grandpa said he was lucky to have my grandma because not only beautiful, but also she has a pure heart. My grandma also said that she was lucky to meet my grandpa, and back then, my grandpa was a cool and handsome man. 70s, 80s, 90s, marriage life wasn't easy because my grandparent had bankruptcy on their business, and my grandma's family side stole my grandpa's assets. So nothing's left, only my grandma and their kids (currently 7 kids: 5 daughters and 2 sons). My grandpa was depressed but still believed it's part of marriage life, and he came back stronger. But suddenly, in 96, my grandma had tumor chronically on her body, and not long after, she passed away.

My grandpa before my grandma's body burried, and he told their kids not to cry. He said we would meet again in heaven. So my mum and other siblings hold tears. Then, when it's time to burried her body. My grandpa was coming late because he got on traffic. He cried really loud and full of tears. "I've havent seen again my wife's face for final time. How dare you burried her when i haven't arrived." Then he started losing appetite for months, can't even think clearly, zoning-out a lot and feel dead inside. His kids saw my grandpa's act, so my mum and my aunt's let him re-marry another woman.

You know what my grandpa said?

"I dont even think i can marry again with other women. I only love her, and she's the only one. No one can replace her position. I believe we can meet again in heaven. So i'm gonna wait until it's my turn"

My mum was really shocked by my grandpa's statement. She never thought that her dad would say such that thing. She's crying and hugging my grandpa.

After months of sorrowing, my grandpa really tried hard to come back after losing my grandma. He started to illustrate again, sculpting and getting new hobbies. My grandpa's new hobby was biking. He is biking to the mountains, lakes, and other cities. He really enjoys biking and also he starts journalling. He wrote about what places he went to when biking with his friend and community. He always wrote in his journal, "When it's my time, i know you will come to take me to heaven together. I really wait this moment"

27 years later... in 2023, 25th june, my grandpa passed away. Before he died, he said that grandma was here and would take him to the new home. He really talks and acts absurdly, taking his phone and acting like he is giving access to look his phone to his wife and said, "This is our kids and grandchildren." We were afraid, but know that time was his turn. So we pray him, and then he is gone.

I cried a lot because i felt sorry. i haven't been a good granddaughter and can't fulfill his final wish. But i still remember a good memory with my grandpa. There are no men like my grandpa. My grandpa was my first man i have met, and he might be the last. He was a good man, loyal to his wife even in up and down's life, always grateful in his life. He was a hard-working man and a family man. Even he was so introverted and couldn't express his love properly. But i knew his love language was an act of service and word of affirmation.

Last sunday, i watched the queen of tears. And i found that the story is about marriage life. The drama was okay, and i like kim soohyun and kim jiwon on their acting. How they delivered realisticly, even though the plot was not my cup of tea. The interesting thing is the drama is much like my grandpa's love story. So i think that my grandpa is baek hyunwoo in real life. I believe that there is a man like baek hyunwoo, maybe not that perfect like the character in the drama, but the point is marriage life is really unpredictable. We must lower our ego and learn how to communicate properly with each other.

Oh, and my favorite part from QoT was in the finale episode when Hae-in came to take Hyunwoo to heaven in the field. But before that, there is a scene where an old Hyunwoo went to the cemetery, but the cloud was grey and lightened up after he was met again with Hae-in. It's really makes me burst in tears a lot. The song was so matched with the drama that gave me a goosebump. It's exactly with my grandpa's life before he died.

The end.

[evamovska]

026, a bar just after closing.

a bar just after closing. / @esmexavila

She wasn't meant to be here. She wasn't supposed to be seen here, and with her ex husband, nontheless. God, he was infuriating. Why did she agree to this? She was supposed to be smarter than that. Daddy's proper princess; she was taught better. Better was in her biological code. They were supposed to discuss their divorce with words of civility; go over the papers in a calm nature, and come to an agreement. He had something else entirely in mind — We can work this out, Eva.

"Just sign the papers." she would urge him, and he wouldn't listen. Please, Eva. Come on — you still love me.

He repeated over and over again; the same intention dressed in different words; covered in lies and manipulation with a ribbon on top. His irritating voice, like nails on a chalkboard, had made her ears start ringing.

She didn't know what time it was, but the drinks kept coming, and John had eventually slipped out — he never knew what to do when she was quiet, because her silence was deadly, because getting no reaction out of her meant that you were dead and gone and burried. When she stood up from her seat, her legs betrayed her and she stumbled onto the other; a woman that was on her way out. Closing time — Right. She had overstayed her welcome. But so had the brunette.

"Sorry — Are you alright?" a chuckle escaped her, " I think I shouldn't have — " a beat. " — Have you seen my phone?" mossy hues narrowed down absentmindedly, falling on the phone that was , of course, in her hand already — where else would it be, she never parted with that thing. Another chuckle left her lips. " Found it — Silly...." another pause. "Can you call my driver — It's under "driver."

[sketchytay]

Untrust worthy pt1

The anemone found herself at another party and Was partly annoyed by this fact. Though it was more domesticated than the wild-frat parties of her college years, people were still “breaking it down sexual style” on the dance floor infront of her. She didn’t care that it was a company event. The room was becoming stuffier as the hours passed by, the music seemed to fade into the background as she took another swift swig of her alcohol. Her co-workers carried on around her, it was like she was interily invisible, but she was used too it. It was better to be seen as a wallflower then an just to be as “the sister of the vocalist of AXBY”, that was a title that Koka wore for her inter life. “Harmony’s sister” was her name to many people, people only formed bonds with her when they only wanted an autograph or an audition to join. Despite being the older sibling, her sister over shadowed her. She groaned at this, scowling at the environment infront of her. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when an inkling couple sat down on couch she was sitting on and started a sloppy make-out session. She grunted loudly, alerting the couple. She grabbed her purse and started to head for the door. She angrily pushed the double doors opened and walked over to the marble wall. She slumped against it. At this point she didn’t even know what was making her upset, society favoring her sister over her, her boss who constantly took her for granted, or the 50million other things that was happened in the world. Koka rubbed her hands on her face, feeling the mositness of her tear stained cheeks. “Oh my god, what the h-hell am I doing.” She muttered to herself feeling more embarrassed by the second. She heard footsteps in the distance. Great, a passerby to see her pathetic anxiety attack. “You ok there, love?” She heard a low voice say. She knew that voice, it was HIM. HE of all people was there to witness her dramatic meltdown, just outside of the main event. She sniffed a little, trying to burry all the visible and audible distress she was in. “I’m fine, what are you doing here?” She said peaking her face out of her palms. God, she couldn’t even look at him. his eye stung into her soul, causing her to close her eyes. “I work fo’ the lab technically sheila, I’m jus’ contracted to grizzco.” She rolled her eyes at this, but she didn’t feel as annoyed with his presence this time, his gentle manner was actually comforting. Koka took a shallow breath, shakily removing her hands from her face, gathering an once of courage to look her rivial in the eye, she didn’t expect his appearance. He wore a black tanktop that barely exposed his midriff, overtop of that was a metallic baggy jacket. As perusal his long, thin fingers were adorned with golden rings, with his usual black cackeys, but with heeled-boots that extended to his knees. A deep turquoise blush started to grow on Koka’s face, the 3 cups worth of alcohol she had drunk was starting to kick in. The urchin looked down at her sympathetically, like he could tell she on the brink of drunken flirting. She gulped, trying to advert her vision from the man. “A-A little too c-casual f-for a-a company e-event you t-think?” She said trying to fight back the smile the growing on her face. The slurred speech, the blushing, it was a clear sign of her being wasted. Her grip against the wall seemed to vanish, as she slid down taking a seating position on the floor. Tucking herself into her knees. An annoyed sigh came from the man. “I’ll call a’ride for you…” he said taking out his phone opening up the ride share app. Just then a feeling of sorrow and worry overcame Koka’s intoxicated mind. She started to sob loudly, as she gripped onto to spyke’s arm. In a drunken slurry of words she started to plead to the urchin, pleads became complaints about her sister, and her boss, and how she was going to die alone with 50 nuddibranches inside a dirty old apartment. In the middle of her drunken whines, a sickening feeling grew in Koka’s stomach, the feeling of acidic substance in her throat, and then the world went black.

[invaderdoom78]

Wilford Warfstache x Gn reader x Darkiplier

It was sunset and you, Wilford Warfstache, and Darkiplier were walking through the city's park, your hand held in Wilford's as Dark walked next to you, the monochrome 3-D like aura that surrounded him having been dropped for the evening. Yes, you knew it probably wasn’t a brilliant idea to be in a relationship with either man, especially since people had a habit of dying when the pink mustached man was around and the other was a cold, manipulative demon, but they both did genuinely care for you and you them. The romantic feelings, on both parts, had started to develop after they revealed to you what had happened in the past to make them the way that they are today; you knowing that they trusted you enough with the information and them knowing that you could be trusted with it and didn’t think any differently of them because of it.

As the three of you were walking Wilford spotted a playground and ran over to the jungle gym and began climbing up it. Letting out a giggle you hooked your arm in Darks and walked over to the swing set, taking a seat on one of the swings. Letting go of your arm Dark walked behind you and began to gently push you as you watched Wilford have fun on the playground. You were pretty sure the pink mustached man was only doing this as a way to make you laugh because as you watched him you could tell that he kept glancing over at you, searching for your reaction.

“Darling” Dark said brushing your (h/c) hair off of your should so he could place a kiss in the crook of your neck and whisper in your ear “it’s getting rather late, perhaps we should consider heading home soon”

“You’re right,” You said getting off the swing

“Ow!” Wilford exclaimed after he’d lost his grip on one of the monkey bars and fell face-first on the ground below “I’m ok”

“Come along, Wilford” Dark said placing a hand on the small of your back “we’re going home”

“Alright,” Wilford said dusting himself off before rejoining you and the demon, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

Walking away from the playground the three of you began making your way home.

“You know, (y/n)” Wilford said “your (e/c) eyes look absolutely stunning in the moonlight”

“Stop” You chuckled at the cheesy line as two men stepped out of the shadow onto the sidewalk in front of them, one holding a broken beer bottle and the other a revolver

“Hand over everything you’ve got,” the man holding the bottle said

“Or you could just give us that pretty little companion of yours,” the one with the gun said, a shit-eating grin on his face “I’m sure we can have lotsa fun with 'em”

Glancing over at each other Wilford and Dark stepped forward, moving you behind them so they could keep you safe. Pulling out the knife he’d used to stab Mark with Wilford began poking the man with the beer bottle.

“No,” Wilford said, delivering a stab to the man's chest with each word he said “uh, stop. No. No. No. No. No” he stopped his stabs when the man dropped dead on the sidewalk “no, stop. What’d you learn?”

As Wilford was taking care of the bottle guy the man with the gun turned his attention to the journalists. You were about to warn him when you felt a drastic change in the atmosphere. Glancing over at Dark you could see that his menacing aura was back, and he did not look even remotely close to happy.

"I’ll handle this, darling” Dark said cracking his neck, the echo back in his voice “you just wait here"

Walking over to the other man Dark began to manipulate him with his sweet words, slowly circling the other until he’d managed to convince the man to raise the gun to his head, barrel pressed against the temple, and pull the trigger.

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” a third man said standing behind you “now was it” he held a large kitchen knife close to your throat

Both Wilford and Dark made a move that looked like they were going to attack the man and probably rip him to shreds.

“Ah, ah, ah” the man pulled you flush against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist and arms, trapping you against him; pressing the blade of the knife into the skin of your neck "one bad move and this knife is goin' right into there neck"

Suddenly the man holding you let out a shout of pain and collapsed to his knees, tightly gripping the sides of his head as he heard a painful ringing drilling into his eardrums. Taking the opportunity, Dark pulled you away from the man and into Wilford's arms. In a poof of black smoke, you found yourself back at the manor with the journalist. Letting out the breath he’d been holding Wilford moved away from you slightly, both hands tightly gripping your shoulders.

“Are you alri-“ Wilford tried to ask as his eyes grew wide in horror and all the color drained from his face

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noticing that he was staring at your neck. Lifting a hand you felt something wet against your skin; pulling it away you saw that there was crimson liquid on your fingertips “shit”

“Y-you just sit down ‘n relax, sugar plum, I’ll go and get the good doctor,” Wilford said guiding you to the couch, glancing at the coffee table he grabbed a box of tissues and handed you a couple of them “here. Hold these against your neck”

Taking the tissues from his hand you held them against the wound and took a seat on the couch as Wilford went to go find Dr. Iplier. As you were sitting there, keeping your wound covered, The Host walked into the living room quietly narrating to himself.

“As The Host walked into the living room he noticed that you had returned home from your date with Darkiplier and Wilford, though the two were nowhere to be found. That was when (y/n) acknowledged The Host presence in the room”

"Hey, Host," You said ignoring the fact that he already narrated your actions before you could do them

“As (y/n) was speaking The Host finally noticed that their neck was...bleeding. Are you alright?”

“Well, I’m not dead so I guess that’s a good sign” You shrugged

“D-did Wilford do this to you?” The Host asked taking a seat next to you

“What? No!” You said adjusting the tissues “some guys tried to mug us while we were out and I guess I got knifed”

“They're in the living room” Wilford yelled from somewhere in the manor “my poor darling (y/n) could be bleeding to death and you’re just laying here in your room, asleep in the middle of the night! What kind of a doctor are you?”

“Alright, Wilford, calm down,” Dr. Iplier said calmly

“I doubt my presence here will be of any use,” The Host said giving you a quick hug before exiting the room “after giving (y/n) a hug The Host stood up and exited the living room as an irate Wilford and exhausted looking Dr. Iplier entered”

Just like The Host had narrated, Wilford and Dr. Iplier walked into the room, the doctor holding a small first aid kit. Shoving him over to the couch Wilford took a seat next to you, refusing to let go of the tight grip he’d taken on your hand.

“So how long do I have, Doc?” You joked as Dr. Iplier finished patching up the cut

“There’s nothing to worry about, (y/n), the blade just nicked the skin and drew out a little blood,” Dr. Iplier said putting away his gauze and medical tape “it’ll heal up in no time”

“Thank goodness” Wilford sighed wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into the nape of your neck

At that moment Dark stepped through the front door and immediately noticed that your neck was being bandaged up, so he quickly joined you on the couch.

“Took ya long enough,” Wilford said, earning a glare from the demon as he gently placed his hand under your chin, lifting it so he could get a better look at the bandages and you could see the rage building behind his eyes

“They’ll be fine,” Dr. Iplier said before quickly slipping out of the room so he could avoid the demon's wrath

“Does it hurt, darling?” Dark asked cupping your cheek in his hand

“Not yet,” You said nuzzling into his palm hoping that it would quell his wrath as you let out a yawn “well I’m gonna head up to bed now” you tried to stand up but Wilford still had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist “could you please let go of me?”

“Don’t wanna” Wilford murmured into your neck

“Help” You pleaded to the demon in front of you

“Let them go,” Dark said prying Wilford's arms away from you so you could slip away

Giving both Wilford and Dark a quick kiss you walked upstairs and stepped into the bathroom. Standing in front of the sink you opened up a bottle of painkillers and tapped two pills into your hand. Filling up a glass with water you noticed Darks reflection appearing in the mirror as he slipped into the room.

“Are you sure that you’re not in any pain, darling?” Dark asked resting both of his hands on your hips

“I'm fine, Dark, really,” You said swallowing the painkillers as the demon embraced you from behind, placing another kiss in on the crook of your neck “but that must’ve been one hell of a sharp knife because I didn’t even know I’d been cut until we got back home. So what did you do to him anyway?”

“I made sure that he would regret every decision he’s ever made,” Dark said, a sinister smirk appearing on his face “I just wish that he was still around so I could make his suffering even worse”

Chuckling slightly you turned off the lights and stepped into the hall with Dark, the two of you walking down the hall to your room. Normally only one of them would be sharing the bed with you, who it was alternating from night to night, but tonight the both of them were still on edge and neither one wanted to leave you alone. So as the two of you entered your room you saw that Wilford was already laying on your bed dressed in only his underwear.

“For the love of God, Wilford” Dark said taking notice of the journalist “can you put on some clothing”

“Oh come on, Darkimoo,” Wilford said rolling onto his side “I’ve got underwear on”

“Please, Wilford,” You said giving him big puppy dog eyes

“D’aw, alright,” Wilford said rolling off the bed to slip on some sleeping pants

Letting out a heavy sigh you flopped down on the center of the bed and spread out on the mattress. Turning off the lights Dark slipped into bed on one side of you and Wilford on the other side, both of them making sure that they had one arm wrapped around you as they slept.

[man1ae]

armin reads your suicide note.

TW:Mention of suicide,if you are sensitive too that topic I advise you to please scroll.

Summary: You and armin were in a relationship but then you commit,armin while clearing out some stuff a bit later finds the note

It had been about a month since you died,your boyfriend armin ever since had been a broken shell of a man. He had basically shut all if friends out and barely getting out of bed. He would cry himself to sleep every night praying,pleading that when he opened his eyes you would be there next to him. Sometimes he would be scrolling on his phone and see something you would like. He would reach out to tap your shoulder but then remember you weren't there,he would just cry to himself pleading to a higher power to bring you back until he knocked himself out.

Now its been a 4 weeks since you left, eren and mikasa had come round to yours and armins apartment,armin had finally found the mental state to reach out and ask for help from his best friends. A bit into the night armin is a bit tipsy after the 3 of them down a few,it is then he finds the strength in himself to look through a few of your old things. It hurt armin to much to see everything again so he put if off for as long as he could manage,everything still smelt like you,he could see your face in every item. It cut him deep,seeing all your old things and all the memories was like someone had came and tore out his heart.

While looking,he found a letter tucked under the mattress of the bed you two use to share,he had slept on the sofa the past few weeks as the covers of the pillow still smelt like your shampoo. He pulled it out,and the deep pain hit him like a bullet as he soon found out what it was.

"To my love Armin Arlert, I dont expect you to have found this note till a while after im gone,but i need to say all the things id wished ad said while i was alive. Armin darling, I didnt want to be alive,but it wasnt because of you, I loved you more than life itself,i would watch the world burn if it just meant i could be with you forever. I never knew true happiness till i fell in love with you,you brought light to be world,you saved me Armin,when i needed it most i found you. But my love,i was happy but i was still in pain. When i was around you the pain was numbed yet there was always a hole in my being that no matter how hard i tried to re brick would never really be filled. So i decided to release myself of the pain,ive finally found what will patch that missing part of me...But Armin,please sweetheart,know that i will forever love you and i will take that love to my grave. Goodbye and farewell my love,mabye in another life."

The words sunk into his skin,the letter fell to the floor and his head fell back against the bed. He couldnt help it,he cried and screamed in anger and sadness,he burried his face in his hands and curled into a ball. He prayed that mabye through his tears he would see you,he hoped that it was all a dream and that when he woke up there you would be. But it was reality,the sad reality. You were gone,Armin would never see you again,and all he could do was cope.

TY so much for reading:))

Yer sorry for my angsty ness,my mind wonders while im in class :')

[saltybaltic]

30 with Nat!! :) & congrats 🎉

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - PATIENCE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X Reader Fanfic

Prompt: “Honey, please don’t cry.”

Synopsis: Things get more serious in your relationship with Natasha when you decide to try for a baby

Warnings: None

Words: 567

“How long has it been?” asked Natasha quietly, tapping her fingers impatiently against the side of the bathtub that you were both perched on.

Glancing down at the watch on your wrist, you pulled a face, “Forty seconds.”

Natasha pushed out a long, weary sigh, rubbing at her eyes in frustration as she started to bob her leg up and down nervously, “How about now?”

“Let’s just try not to think about it, okay?”

“It’s all I can think about.” muttered Natasha, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

Giving the other woman a sad smile, you reached across to place your hand on top of hers and squeezed gently, “I know, babe.”

-Flashback-

“I have a good feeling this time.” stated Natasha brightly, “It feels different.”

You chuckled quietly, watching as the other woman placed the pregnancy test down on the side of the sink, “Well in that case, I guess I have a good feeling too.”

“These three minutes go slower than anything I’ve ever experienced though.” grumbled Natasha, folding her arms across her chest and beginning to pace back and forth in front of you.

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself Nat.” you reassured, lifting your head to give the red head a small smile, “This is only the third try.”

Nodding her head slowly but continuing to pace nonetheless, Natasha gave the time on her phone a quick check before huffing quietly. The rest of the time passed in silence, the red head never stopping her circuit of the bathroom floor as you tried to ignore the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. For all of your comforting words that you had offered to Natasha, you couldn’t deny you were also nervous, unable to shake the hope that you would get the result you wanted.

Natasha finally came to a stop as the timer on her phone sounded throughout the room, the red head nearly dropping it as she fumbled to silence it before reaching for the test on the edge of the sink. Closing her eyes for a moment, Natasha took an attempt at a calming breath, exhaling slowly before reaching out for the test. She waited a beat before looking down at the stick and reading the result.

You didn’t need to see it yourself, the way Natasha’s shoulders slumped and her face fell was enough. Standing up from the edge of the bath tub, you stepped behind the other woman and dropped a kiss to her shoulder as you wrapped a hand around her waist with a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll try again babe.”

-End of flashback-

“I mean it.” murmured Natasha, rubbing her hands over the top of her thighs restlessly as she stared down at her lap, “I don’t have the strength to keep getting my hopes up every time just to be disappointed again.”

Your heart ached for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and shuffling closer so your bodies were pressed together. Of course it was hard for you too. Every time you sat like this waiting for the result, you couldn’t prevent yourself from getting your hopes up that maybe this time it would happen. You’d lost count of how many tests you’d purchased and how many minutes you’d spent perched on the side of the bath tub waiting. But still the news you wanted had evaded you both.

-Flashback-

“Well?” you asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Throwing the test down into the sink, Natasha burried her face into her hands with a shaky breath. “There’s something wrong with me.”

“Nat, please don’t say that sweetheart. There’s nothing wrong with you.” you moved closer to where the red head was stood with her back to you, rubbing a hand over her back comfortingly, “Come on, we can just keep trying.”

“For how long?!” asked Natasha, the disappointment and despair clear in her tone as she dropped her hands from her face and turned towards you. “How many times are we going to try before we realise that it’s just never going to happen for us?”

As she finished speaking her voice cracked, her lower lip beginning to tremble as her eyes became glossy with fresh tears. Even in all the years you’d been together it was rare to see Natasha cry and the sight was something that made your heart hurt and your own emotions begin to overwhelm you.

Reaching forward, you gripped her upper arms and pulled her closer, brushing one of your hands against her cheek, “Honey, please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Hey, don’t you dare apologise.” you cut in, wiping your thumb under one of her eyes as the first tear fell and giving her the most comforting smile you could muster, “This is gonna happen Nat. One way or another. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

-Flashback over-

“We still have options.” you offered, looking at your watch out of the corner of your eye.

Natasha shook her head gently from side to side, “No, I’m serious. This is too hard to keep going through it. If it doesn’t happen this time the-“

She stopped talking abruptly as the timer on your watch sounded throughout the bathroom, echoing loudly off the walls in a way that felt overwhelming intrusive. You felt like you’d been doing a good job of holding it together up until that point but as soon as you turned off the timer, all you could focus on was the hammering of your heart in your chest.

“I can’t look.” stated Natasha simply, crossing one leg over the other and shooting a cautious glance in the direction of the test, “I’m too nervous, you do it.”

Raising an eyebrow you stood up from the bathtub and gave the other woman a look, “You sure?”

Despite the fact she nodded her head rather convincingly, as soon as you took a step towards the sink, Natasha jumped up herself and grabbed your arm to stop you from moving any closer, “Wait!”

Even amidst all the nerves and anxiety, you couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction and even Natasha broke out in a wry smile, “Nat, do you wanna look or should I cause the suspense is killing me.”

“I’ll just ... you do it. No! I’ll do it.” pausing in her indecision for a moment, Natasha pushed her hair out of her face with a frustrated growl before giving her body a shake, “Okay, fuck it, I’m just gonna look.”

You didn’t argue with her, you even managed not to rush her even though you were bursting to know the result and she took an excruciating amount of time to actually make it to the sink. Your palms were starting to feel clammy and you could feel the nausea coming on as you watched her silently pick up the test and look down at it. She didn’t say or do anything for several seconds, not even moving as she continued to stare at the test in her hands before releasing it with a clatter into the sink.

“Nat ...”

As she turned on the spot, you still weren’t sure what to expect from the utterly bewildered expression on her face. You almost wanted to snap your fingers in front of her face to hurry her into action but you were pleased you didn’t when Natasha finally spoke.

“It’s positive.”

Your mouth fell open at her words, wanting to say something but unable to form speech. A million emotions hit you at once like a punch to the gut and nothing could have prepared you for how you felt in that moment. Your brain felt fuzzy, like it had gone into overload and your heart only seemed to be hammering harder. It wasn’t until you saw the huge, beaming grin of pure elation on Natasha’s face that you found the ability to speak.

“It’s positive?” you repeated, stepping closer to take the stick out of the sink and looking down at it in disbelief.

“We’re having a baby.” answered Natasha, her words barely a whisper but the smile now threatening to break her face as you stared down at the test in shock.

There was a moment where you didn’t want to get too excited; so used to the disappointment of a negative result that it didn’t feel real. You wanted to hold back on the off chance that this was the universe playing a cruel joke, unable to throw yourself so thoughtlessly into the overwhelming joy in case it was snatched away. However the more you looked at the test, the result didn’t change. And when you raised your head to look at the other woman, the happiness on her face didn’t fade. This was happening.

Suddenly you were unable to control yourself any longer, laughing long and loud as you wrapped your arms around Natasha’s waist and lifted her off the ground. The red head let out a squeal that quickly turned to laughter as well as her arms snaked around your neck and you span the pair of you around excitedly. You felt like you wanted to hold onto her forever, to bask in this moment and this feeling for the rest of your life. Nothing could possibly compare to the happiness you were feeling.

Then as if you had only just realised what you were doing, you dropped Natasha back to the ground and stepped back slightly with a concerned frown, “Oh my god wait, you’re pregnant. We’ve gotta be careful.”

Smacking you in the arm playfully, Natasha tutted as she pulled you back towards her, “You can still hug me you idiot. And you better.”

[ryosmne]

Safe Place.

Yakuza! Nanami Kento x gn Reader

Hello everyone, this fic is in collaboration with my dear friend @sunfloweroranges you can read their fic here :D

I kind of changed my writing style for this one, I'm trying out different things so let me know how it goes, feedback is always welcome, that's all from me hope you have a good time reading 💜

Summary: You're clueless

Warnings: mentions of blood, mature themes, mentions of murder and head chopping, language, yandare Nanami if you squint.

Grocery shopping is never fun when you're alone, especially making your way back home in the cold winter months, it gets dark so early.

A slight twist of your gut had made you walk back home in a faster pace. Turning your head every couple of steps, you never saw anything, yet this feeling never left even when you got through the main entrance of your apartment complex.

The elevator was broken once more, and you were already out of breath from rushing back, as you took the first steps up, your next door neighbor, who looked way too scary for your own liking bumped your shoulder on his way down.

Jeez he's in a hurry today.

Mumbling a quick apology, even though he was the one that was at fault, you quickly found the strength to run up the stairs and lock yourself in. Some short of commotion was coming from outside the complex that you didn't really care to hear.

That pink haired guy, your neighbor, who was build like a damn door, always got himself in some short of trouble, hearing him yell profanities or even throwing punches was a far too often occurance.

Why did he have to live right next door?

It's safe to say you did the best to keep the hell away from him, not that he seemed to bother with you, neitherless he was fucking scary.

Kento was ten minutes late, he was never late, except for the days that he had to clean up someone's mess, the days someone underestimated the power he held or the days someone dared speak your name. He wouldn't even tell them 'dont you dare speak their name' or anything along those lines. There was no warning when it came to mentioning yo,u only taking immediate action.

Naturally you were in the dark about all of that, Kento -or Ken as you would often referred to him as- kept you far far away from the darkness of his world. That was his way of keeping you safe and at the same time having you as his personal way out of his work and in his defence he didn't completely lie about his employment. He was an investor, just a bit of a different stock market than what you had in mind.

As far as you knew, Nanami Kento was an extremely successful business man, he chalked up his tattoo covered body as just his preferred style, since he is this good at what he does, he likes to say that his work place doesn't give a damn about his ink covered skin and the expensive gifts that he always pressures you to accept are just another benefit of his high profile job.

"Darling, I hope you didn't start without me." Wrapping your arms around your extremely sweet boyfriend you left a small kiss on his lips watching as the corners tagged upwards in an equally sweet smile the moment your lips left his.

"Of course not Ken, it's Friday remember?" Fridays are the established date nights in, you and Kento cook and dine together. More often than not you end up slow dancing to some jazz, or with you laying on his chest Infront of the fireplace, listening to his heartbeat, talking about life while he strokes your hair until the dawn.

Tossing him an apron, after he -like the gentleman he is- tied yours, you got to work on today's dish: Chorizo carbonara.

"You're never late on Fridays, bad day at work?"

You spoke while slicing some papers.

"Yeah, the stocks are all over the place and it's getting me stressed, but it's our night darling, anything else isn't of importance."

Kento always found a way of distracting you when it came to talking about his day, he is always quite vague and when his palm rested on the small of your back gazing down at you with those adoring eyes, it's hard to keep focused on anything other than him.

"Why don't you tell me about your day love?"

He always asked you that, Kento is in awful need of the calm that the mundane life you live carries. He craves to feel that, he still loves the power he holds over people, the way the mare mention of his name makes others tremble in fear of what the man will do to them shall they not comply to his requests -more accurately orders-

"Thankfully work was pretty good today, I finished grocery shopping so we could cook, I got us that wine you really loved too. The neighbor is being weird again but that's not new, maybe moving out isn't a bad idea."

Everything was like music to Kento's ears untill that last sentence. You had mentioned moving out before, but Kento always found a way to convince you not to. The rent was good, this house is close to your work, he would always reason with you until you changed your mind. He never pushed too hard fearing that you'd suspect something, but you only smiled and ended up agreeing with him.

You see, unbeknownst to you, your weird neighbor is Nanami's most trusted man, he's protecting you twenty four hours a day, even as you walked up the stairs today he dealt with another threat that was headed right your way. No, you cannot move before you know everything, but Nanami can't bring himself to break your bubble, he loves you and you love him, the real him, he would never scare you by letting you take a peek at his point of view. Maybe he should run away with you afterall.

"He doesn't look that bad, love. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Nanami knew he was capable of a lot more than that but it was true, your neighbor was an ally and although he would hurt lots of people, you were on the list of people to be protected and Sukuna took his bosses orders very seriously.

"Besides, my love, anyone would have to get through me first before attempting to lay a finger on you."

With the way his lips moulded on yours and his velvety tone, how could you not believe every single word that just came out of his mouth. Kento would die before letting anything happen to you, that little statement helped bring you comfort.

"You must really love my house Ken, can you pass me the butter?"

The moment your back was turned, Kento let out a breath of relief. That little voice in his head he always pushed away yelled at him to tell you everything, he burried it in the back of his mind once more.

"Can you believe that? I swear she drives me insane- Ken are you listening to me?"

That was weird, Kento always gave you his full attention. Perhaps he was tired today.

"Yes darling, you were talking about that Satoru guy, the one who annoys you at work."

Yeah you were, but that was while you were still eating, about twenty minutes ago.

"Babe, you're tired, let's go to bed, we can pick up where we left off another time, you need to rest."

The habit of staying up all night on Fridays had really stuck, but sleeping when your partner clearly needed to, is very much on schedule although it rarely ever happened.

Getting up from the sofa, tagging at Kento's arm to follow you to the bedroom had Kento irritated at how concerned you grew for him. He still feels you're too good at times, all the time to be exact.

You only heard him sigh before he pulled you back on the sofa, having lost your balance in his sudden move, you landed on top of him.

"Stay with me a little longer my love, I'm sorry I spaced out, I'm all ears for you now."

Another invitation for you to just talk to him, he didn't care about what. Kento loved the tone of your voice, how it changed pitch depending on what emotion you held or what you were talking about. His voice was quite monotone, like everyone else's around him. He had to grow thick skin and throw away all short of feelings, but everything he locked away years ago came rushing back the moment he spilled coffee on you six months ago. You hadn't even complained about the burning sensation on your skin as he helped clean you up, you just gave Kento a smile telling him that everything was fine and these things happen.

In his world they don't, someone can breathe the wrong way and lose their head, all it took was your damn smile and that statement to get him to need something different than what he had. Kento never thought he missed a thing, he found out how wrong he was that very day.

Sometimes he wished he never took the time to help you out back then, but that was only because he didn't know that he'd put you through all this.

"So I'm just sat there in a staring contest over the last price of cake, I won but my eyes still feel a bit dry."

You laughed, Kento stared down at you with a fond smile, your head on his lap and your hands tangled in his, brushing his knuckles and examining every bit of his skin with such care, God you were beautiful all over.

While Kento's hands were very interesting a small detail in the cuff of his shirt got your stomach to drop.

"Ken, is that blood?"

He swore he cleaned up, he always cleaned up before coming back to you, he never missed a single splatter. Maybe rushing home after not one, but two people tried to harm you today put him on edge.

He had missed a single drop. He was absolutely disgusted that even that tiny part of someone who dared to say the name y/n out loud infront of him and even threatened your existence was anywhere near you.

"Sweetheart that's probably tomato sauce from cooking, thanks for pointing it out, you know I hate staining my clothes, I'll go change."

Your meal didn't contain tomato sauce.

Why was your gut telling you that something was off?

Kento seemed a bit tense tonight, was it just a bad day at work?

He never really conversed on his profession. The huge dragon that started from the back of his thigh, ended on his left shoulder covering his entire back was just his 'style'. You swore you heard him talk to the pink haired man who lived next door but he told you he was on the phone. Everything little bit of suspicious behaviour you had previously payed no mind to, came to you. On top of that what was his reason to lie about a drop of blood on his sleeve? He could've said it was a paper cut or something, Why did he lie?

Behind the bathroom door Kento only cursed at him self.

Why didn't he lie better?

[urimaginespimp]

Naked While They’re Working

Requested

AN: Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this one.

Tommy

Being married to Thomas guaranteed you a lot of things – wealth, protection, a crazy family, and incomparable intimacy. The past few weeks however, you’ve been sleeping and waking up to a cold bed, as your husband tries to sort out his business.

“I know the face of a touch-starved woman when I see one.” She said bluntly, making her son Michael clear his throat and excuse himself from your exchange.

You sighed. “It’s been a few weeks.” You muttered, but it was loud enough to make her chuckle.

“Men often think with their cocks, dear. I’m sure if he’s reminded of what he’s been missing out on, you’d be alright.” She puffs a smoke out and smiled slyly at you.

Now here you were in your bathroom with nothing but your robe, taking one last look in the mirror. Dropping the silk material to your feet, you stepped out of it and walked your way to your husband’s office door. Leaning in, you hear that he’s talking on the phone.

Walking in, he was yet to look up from scribbling down whatever the person from the other end of the line was telling him, until you cleared your throat.

“Y/N I-“ his breath caught his throat when he finally looked up. You almost giggled at his shocked face.

You saw the battle in his eyes. But he knew better than to keep you from waiting further.

“I-uh have to call you back.” He said over the phone in a rush and slammed it back down.

“Well…” He got up from his seat already loosening his tie, to make his way to you. “I believe I have to burry myself to some other business tonight.”

 Alfie

To say that you and Alfie’s physical chemistry was great would be an understatement. That particular morning, you’ve been feeling a lot needier than usual. But to your annoyance, he’s yet to get back from his trip ‘til noon.

With a wicked grin, you took your long coat from the closet and decided to surprise him when he gets back to his office.

Glancing at the clock once more, you saw that it was almost noon. A voice was heard out the door, undoubtedly your husbands, making you finally rid of your coat.

But when another voice answered him, you realized that he wasn’t alone. Getting up, you quickly made your way in the nearby closet and shut it close.

The door opened and footsteps made their way in. You could tell by the small gap on the closet that Alfie was stood by your view while his unknown companion was probably still by the door.

“Mr. Solomons think about what I said, ye?” You now recognized the voice of the Shelby man.

“Ye just get out of me office now, will ya? I’m startin’ to think yer getting clingy.” You couldn’t see him but just imagining the annoyed face of your husband made you snicker, forgetting you were in hiding.

Undoubtedly hearing you, the two men in the office froze for a second. Alfie slowly reached for his gun, and told Mr. Shelby to stand back.

You bit your lip from laughing further when Alfie forcefully swung the closet door and aimed a gun at your direction, to only freeze again in front of your naked figure.

“Well what is it, Mr. Solomons?” Thomas Shelby asked from the doorway.

Alfie brought his gun down and gulped at the sight of you. “Lock the door on your way out, Shelby.” He ordered, still staring at you.

 John

The Shelby family were no strangers to you and John’s antics. The amount of times that they’ve walked in on you would be enough to make them consider buying you both extra locks for your room. But Thomas found a better solution – keeping you both busy from different offices.

You had to admit, it worked. For the past few days, you both barely had time to spend time together from the amount of work were given.

“I miss John.” You sighed while arranging paperwork.

“You can’t possibly be serious.” Finn answered, having heard of your demise. “You just saw each other this morning.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been too busy lately, we’re only together to finally sleep or to get ready for work.”

Finn being the sweet man that he was, nodded in understanding. “I’ll cover for ya for half an hour.” He offered. “I swear not to tell Tommy.”

Grateful, you gave the youngest Shelby a small hug and almost skipped your way to John’s office.

Slowly opening the door, you saw that your husband’s seat facing away from the door.

“Tom I’m not done reading our men’s reports. I’ll send it your way later.” He said from his seat, not even turning around to see if it really were his older brother.

With a playful thought, you unzipped the back of your dress and let if fall to your feet.

Noting how he hadn’t received a reply or heard the door shut once more, he turned his seat around and came to face you. A grin broke on his features.

“I missed you too, darling.” He chuckled as you approached him.

It wasn’t long then when his chair was turned to face away the chair once more and you were both in the middle of showing how you really missed each other when the door swung open.

“John whe- For heaven’s sake I told ya to lock the fucking door!” An angry Thomas stormed out of the office, cursing.

 Arthur

Arthur was in the middle of checking the sales of his pub upstairs the Garrison.

“Harry we can lock up for you.” You offered the clearly worn out barman.

“You sure, miss? I don’t want Mr. Shelby getting mad at me.” He asked hesitantly.

“I’d be madder if you don’t take rest now.” You smiled at him, and he grinned in gratitude.

Walking upstairs, you got rid of any piece of clothing you had piece by piece. By the time you were outside his office door you were clear of any of it.

Knocking on it, you heard him replied a low invitation to come in. Opening the door slowly, he was still buried on scanning the record book when you spoke.

“So…” you were trying not to smile. “Are we going home any time soon, or would your office have to do?” you asked.

“Have to do for what?” He asked, and finally turned your way. “Oh. I see.” He himself was also trying not to grin so much from looking at you. “Can’t have ya walking out of here lookin’ like that now, can’t we?”

Michael

Michael had a beautiful office. It was spacious, had great furniture, and had a huge glass window for you to ogle at him if you want. He’s been stuck in a meeting with the Shelby brothers for hours now, and you had come over that afternoon from your shared flat to fetch him for your anniversary dinner.

The Shelby men’s backs were all you could see of them while your boyfriend was on his desk discussing to them who knows what. Meeting your eyes through the window, your boyfriend gave you an apologetic look. You just gave him a smile, knowing that it wasn’t his choice to be stuck in there.

You helped yourself with the bottle of wine on one of the shelves outside and a wine glass. Before your mind could ponder it, a glass turned into two and soon enough, who knows how many.

Your boyfriend however, hadn’t missed how you’ve enjoyed yourself with the drink. Taking a look out the window, you saw that it was already dark out.  

Happy Anniversary. You mouthed to him with a grin. Well if the Shelbys were going to disrupt your date, might as well make sure Michael still enjoys the night.

Michael was having a drink, still looking at you, and almost choked when you started unbuttoning the first few buttons of your dress.

“Is everything okay, Michael?” Arthur asked him, almost turning to check what he saw.

“Yes!” He exclaimed to quickly to stop his cousin from looking your way. “Just choked on my drink.”

There was no denying that you have succumbed to the alcohol. Grinning at your boyfriend like an idiot, he shifted in his seat, clearly already bothered by you and couldn’t wait to get out of there.

You were on your last piece of clothing and had only tossed it away when Thomas turned back with the intention to cough away from everyone else. He snapped his head back quickly when he caught a glimpse of you.

He and Michael stared at each other when he spoke. “Brothers, look ahead with no questions.” He ordered Arthur and John. Nodding at his cousin, Michael got the memo and stood up quickly to go to you.

 Finn

Finn and you had decided that you were going to give your purity to each other. It was awkward at first and not at all as the pictures have suggested on screen, but nevertheless, you enjoyed it and it was very memorable for you. Finn however had thought he did a bad job despite you insisting otherwise.

It had been a month, and although you were with him not just to share his bed, you had to admit that you wanted it to be incorporated in your relationship. You asked his older sister, Ada for advice. Of course, she laughed at you first but was not hesitant to give you some tips.

“Ada I am not gonna threaten to break up with him.” Your mouth was agape at her suggestion.

She laughed. “I’m merely joking, Y/N.” shaking her head. “Threats and sex will never go well.” She clarified.

“I know.” You answered, fiddling with your fingers.

“But I’m positive that there is no better way to get some but by seduction of course.” She crossed her arms, smirking at you.

“How do I… seduce your brother?” you almost didn’t say it, knowing how awkward it would sound. And as expected Ada cringed.

“There is no way I am teaching you how to seduce my little brother.” She shuddered and it was your turn to laugh. “I don’t know, just take of your clothes in front of him.”

Finn one day a week is left alone in the betting shop while the other Shelby men go to London to check up on business. The ladies that afternoon have finally retired into their homes when you opted to stay. Your boyfriend was well aware of your presence in the next office but had no further intentions but to walk you home later.

Walking in front of a mirror hung on the wall, you fixed your hair and proceeded to unzip your dress from the back.

You could hear him walking around the next office and finally decided to make your way there.

Knocking on the door, you opened it slowly and saw him picking up his coat from the table, probably thinking that you were there to tell him you were heading home.

Turning to face you, he stopped in his tracks when he realized you were free of any clothing. He gulped and almost kicked himself from getting affected immediately.

“Holy shi- Y/N what are you doing?” He was cursing profusely while looking down on his feet.

“Finn. I’m not here to force you into doing anything, okay?” You assured him and his reddening face. “Last month was wonderful. Yes, we weren’t that all graceful, but isn’t that why it’s called a first?” You smiled at him.

Listening to your little talk, he finally chuckled and nodded. “We get to improve every time, eh?” he finally looked at you and smirked. You gulped, knowing that you’ve finally made him understand.

“Shut the door, darling.”

[willowisbunger]

God Im Sorry (A tapeworm clef fanfic)

Before we begin. This is all for jokes. I am so sorry for anyone who has to read this. Its also just a draft and will be complete at some point. For now enjoy what little I give you.

You find yourself resting on the couch of your dearly beloveds bed quarters. You scroll through your phone looking fondly at old text messages of when you and your husband to be's first text messages. All the ridiculous nicknames you two exchanged, all the flirting, photos, and various other things you two have sent to each other over the years. You couldn't help but giggle. You find it hard to believe this all started cause you decided to help some weird blonde guy with a ukulele out with his broken leg.

You two have been dating for almost 8 years and two months ago, the man, Dr. Alto Clef. He took you on a date. Just a nice simple stroll around the woods, which ended in a nice picnic by a river. In which you saw the man you have fallen head over heels for, get down on one knee and began plucking at the strings of his ukulele. Singing a sweet melody like a song bird in the spring, before pulling out a wedding ring and asking those simple words of "will you marry me". Your heart flutters with glee as you chuckle. You feel giddy and so over joyed with happiness. Right as your giggle fit calmed down you heard the front door open, and there stood your beloved. With a wide grin on his face as he held some folders in his hands. He had a doctors appointment that day since he had been feeling strange. With his face showing his usual bright beaming smile and his three beautiful eyes showing their usual mischievous gleam, it was clear that he was in more than perfect shape.

"Heya there pumpkin. I'm home. And I've got some great news." He spoke in a raspy slightly southern voice. At first it was grating on ya, but now its like all your favorite songs combine into one incredible tune. "Welcome home sweetheart!" You chirped as you ran up to your beloved teddy bear to give him a quick peck to the lips as you hugged him close, "What's the good news teddy? I can tell from that big dumb grin of yours ya got somethin real good to tell me. What did the doctor say?" You said as you affectionately pinched his cheeks causing him to laugh as he took both your hands to hold. "Well besides me being fit as a bull. Looks like I'm gonna be eating for two from now on."

You blinked and tilted your head in confusion, slowly processing the information as you stepped back a lil. "How? Babe I never top and we always use protection. Who-" "Oh no pumpkin. I ain't pregnant" He interrupted, chuckling as he ruffled your hair. "I got a tape worm. The doc took some sonograms of my stomach to see if there were any issues and yeah, there's a lil fella in there. Look." The blonde handed you the folder, which you opened and began reading through and your face turned pale at the sight of the tape worm in the photo of an ultra sound. You gagged a lil as you shoved the folder back into clefs arm. "Babe that's not okay!!!! That's a parasite!!!! Its gonna just keep reproducing and shit and its gonna fuck up your insides." You said quite loudly, usually you were quiet but this, this was making you quite distressed. Your fiancés face turned from a smile to a disappointed frown "I thought you would've liked clef junior....".

You stood baffled at the situation before you. Your dearly beloved, just, accepting and seeming to be happy about the fact he has a god damn TAPE WORM living inside of him. You've seen some shit in your days working for the foundation. A sheet of music that makes people go bonkers and try to bleed, Kondraki -clefs ex- ridding on god damn 682, and other shit that would boggle anyone's mind. But this. THIS RIGHT HERE. Just.... Leaves you speechless. "Pumpkin?" the third eyed man spoke in a concerned tone, which rarely came from him. "Are you okay?" You held your head in your hands as you sat back down on the plush couch and just took a deep breathe, and just as quickly as you sat down you sprung back up, grabbing your jacket and zipping it up. "Babe.... I just.... I need a moment.... I'll be out for awhile.... This is just, strange even for you and I need a moment to think about this." You sped walk past your -potentially ex- husband to be to the door. You shut the door, seeing Clef's face look uncharacteristically sad at you. It hurt you a little to leave your teddy bear like that, but you still needed time to just, think and process this whole situation.

You leave the housing area for researchers and quickly the site as well. You hail a cab and as soon as you enter the bright yellow vehicle you tell the faceless driver to "Take me to the nearest motel." Which he happily complied especially with the hefty tip you gave him. You just, Needed awhile to think and god knows how long that could be so you may as well rent out a room away from that hell site foundation to have a clear mind. After all who knows what might happen. Fucking Dr. Bright could tell you to give it a chance and raise the worm together with your teddy bear or some shit. You never know with this job and the people you worked with. While in your thoughts you rented out a room, room 105. Great another reminder of your hell job, even though it was just the simple numbers of 0 and 5 you can't help but be reminded of your faceless higher ups and the fact you work for them.

You found your room and quickly made your way inside to flop down on the bed, beforehand making sure to put up the "Do not disturb" sign and locking it. You burried your face into the hard cheap pillows of this motel, missing the one you had back at your place with its soft textures and the scent of your beloved.... Which once again brought you back to the worm. That fucking worm. Why the hell was your husband so keen on keeping it? He's at least some form of scientist he should know that tape worms are a dangerous parasite that affect your health. You stare up at the popcorn ceiling just, trying to wrap your head around WHY. Why would your partner; your future husband; the one who knows everything about you and you know everything about them.... just why are they keeping the tape worm?

You of course knew the stuff your teddy was known for, sleeping with that statue after a date, killing a dangerous reality bending child, father to 166 (who you were honestly happy to take in as your new step daughter). Out of everything. The tape worm makes you break. Makes you rethink your relationship with the man you've been dating for years at this point. All you can do at this moment is sigh, hearing the phone in your coat pocket buzz. You pull it out and set it to "do not disturb" as you set the device aside on a night stand. "Maybe I should sleep it off. Maybe I'll have a clearer mind then...." You say to yourself as you threw your coat off and roll onto your side. Feeling uncomfortable in your current clothes but you didn't pack a bag so, you just ignore the discomfort until eventually.... You drift off to sleep. The shallow hum of power surging through the building and the busy city outside envelop you as you feel unconsciousness take over.

While in your state of unconsciousness you hear a silky smooth, deep yet gentle voice speak to  you. "Y/N... Y/N its time to wake up Y/N". You slowly awoke, opening your groggy eyes, what laid before you, you didn't know. They had a handsome chiseled face, comparable to the statues found in ancient Greece with even a similar tone of white marble. They had thick luxurious hair that went down to their waste, rippling muscles that went down both torso and back.... They were ungodly white though. And didn't have legs. You stared at the bottom half and slowly processed what you were looking at..... A fucking tapeworm man. A fucking humanoid tape worm what the fuck. "Im going back to bed" You said as you laid on your side, and tried to ignore the hallucination.

The tapeworm creature, slid over you just to get to the side you were facing. You shivered feeling it’s disgusting body wiggle about. You close your eyes tightly as you did your best to ignore it. You could feel yourself holding back even more shivers as you felt their cold hands touch your face. “Y/n…. Look at me…. I just want to talk.” “And I just want to be left alone and not think about tapeworm men trying to seduce me while I’m contemplating breaking up my engagement.”

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hi! I hope you're doing well, and if not, I hope you'll feel better! Recently, I've felt like my home is not a home because it isn't where my heart is and it's only my mother and I on this side of the country, so it's difficult feeling like I've any family.

Could you write headcanons or a scenario where the brothers (+ undateables, but only if you're willing! Please don't feel pressured) react to an MC who gets emotional because staying with them makes them feel like they're at home and in a warm, loving family?

Thank you! Have a lovely day and don't forget to drink water 🌺✨

Daw! I'm doing quite peachy, just found a new song to be addicted to (Stolen Dance by Milky Chance) and I have been making quite some progress in character design to my magical girl universe!

To be honest, it's quite difficult to focus things on the MC seeing I try to make it possible for everyone to try and fit themselves in the story, so I ended meddling with the request just a bit.

And also, if there is one thing that I love is found family so I basically loved writting this myself-

And I uno reverse that in your direction! Make sure to stay hydrated and I hope you have a good day too!

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This Is Home

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"Ooh! Look at all those details! It's really cute!"

"You're right, human food often have some cute quirks to it don't they?"

"I think I could try making it next time!"

"I believe we have all the utensils at the castle... In case you need a hand."

"Hey, do you still have those pictures I sent you of pie decorations?"

Solomon called your attention from his spot beside Simeon behind the bench you and two of your other of companions were sitting on.

"Pie decorations?" Luke piped in from your right, the angel looking at both you and the sorcerer curiously.

"Didn't Barbatos say you two showed him something like that?" The Demon Lord, Diavolo, raised his gaze from your cellphone's screen from your left.

"Yes, unless Solomon added more to the collection, I do believe I have seen them all" Barbaros leaned in from his spot right besides Diavolo quite unconfortably to also take a look at your phone's screen while you searched for the pictures. You tried to make him sit down, but the buttler refused, saying it was usually 'disrespectfull to sit eye to eye with his Lord'.

There was a sequence of 'ooh's and excited comments as you showed your small group of friends the images you had finally found burried in your gallery.

You wondered if to the passerbys in the park you guys were at the current sight didn't look somewhat intriguing, if not downright weird. Even you didn't expect that the moment you and Solomon agreed to take the two demons and two angels for a small tour around your home town you guys would end the day chilling at the park looking at food decorations.

Although maybe just the fact that you have two real demons and two real angels (and an immortal sorcerer) as friends is already enough to make the whole situation pretty unique.

"Why don't we go back to try these out?" The older angel, Simeon, chimed in, which was answered with a collection of pouts from the rest of the group. He gave out an amused chuckle "The sun is already going down, and we can always come back later"

As the rest of the group gave out their own opinions on the sugestion, you let your mind wonder as you looked around the place. You home town.

'Home, huh...', you thought.

Suddenly all you could think about was a certain smile from a white haired demon as he chuckled in delight at his own 'infalible' plan, the re occuring clangs and sounds from the kitchen as the gluttony avatar made another feast for himself, the little cheers and laughs from a certain purple haired otaku that are almost muffled by the noises of an anime.

the insistent chatter behind the lust demon's bedroom doors, the mop of blonde hair you would often spot sitting comfortably in the library with a book in hand, the random sightings of a sleepy demon on ridiculous places in even more ridiculous positions, the office door that was always left open just enough to catch the sight of the older, prideful, brother as he drowns himself in a pile of documents.

The constant footsteps walking in the corridor, the constant sound of voices close enough for you to reconize who but still far away enough for the words spoken to become incoherent, doors opening and closing, the kocks on your bedroom door and excited voices as one of the brothers ramble about their day to you.

'Home...' , you thought again.

Apparently you have been zoning out for a while because by the time you came back to reality you were already back to the Devildom.

Some of your companions gave you worried looks, probably thinking you were spacing out because you were already home sick, that you wanted to stay "home".

Which is why they have decided to act on their plans to try out the food decorations on a later date, claiming that you were probably already tired, and they all had something to do to plan out for your second outing.

As they all parted in their own respective directions after dropping you close enough to The House of Lamentation, you found your steps getting a higher and higher pace to the point you went from fast walking to straight up sprinting to the front gate as your chest and heart thumped in anticipation.

'Home'.

Is what you thought one last time, not even hesitating to just swing the front doors open.

And there they were.

Lucifer stood in the middle, you caught a slightly surprised look in his face before it switched to a, somewhat relieved, smile.

Mammon and Levi were on one side, both smiling at you excitedly, Satan also on their side trying to look composed but his body betraying him as he fidged.

Asmo and the twins were on the other side, the 5th oldest not bothering to hide how happy he was as he threw both his arms in the air, almost hitting the 7th youngest who dodged last moment by crouching down, glaring at his brother a bit before looking back with a real smile in your direction, his twin, on the other hand, never once tore his gaze from your image.

"Welcome home!"

A bad but endearing, non coordinated, mix of voices greeted you. You could easily pin point each of the highest and lowest pitches as you looked from brother to brother.

You don't know when you started smiling, but honestly, you didn't care.

You were home.

And that is all that matters.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter One: Lonely Together

Jack Kline x OC

Rated: PG

~I might hate myself tomorrow

But I'm on my way tonight

Let's be lonely together

A little less lonely together~

Sent: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

I smiled down at my phone before clicking it off and slipping it into my pocket. I didn't know who I had sent the message to. It was just a number I had punched in at random. I didn't expect anyone to reply.

Wrapping my dark green cardigan tighter around my body, I pulled my knees in closer to my chest and pressed myself closer against the wall of the bakery. The wall was only slightly warmer than the frigid air around me. It was December 2nd and icy gales were blowing in from Lake Superior and stinging the skin of the city's occupants.

The sky hung dark, low, and flat over Copper Harbor, Michigan. Copper Harbor was an itty-bitty town at the northern most tip of the northernmost part of Michigan. You know that piece of land that's only connected to the mainland by a highway, that in-between place that really should be Canada, but isn't? That's where Copper Harbor is and that's where I was.

Copper Harbor was the sort of town where newcomers and visitors are as common as flying pigs and are treated with about as much scrutiny. It's not one of those small, friendly towns just off the highway; the ones that are pleasant to find yourself in if you've taken a wrong turn. It's quite the feat to get lost and turn up in Copper Harbor, considering its miles away from anything and everything remotely interesting, unless you're searching for Bigfoot or a drunk Canadian that took a wrong turn. Though those two things might just end up being one and the same. No, nobody came to Copper Harbor unless they had a reason. That's just the sort of place it was. And aside from the mind-numbing cold, it was exactly the sort of place I wanted to be.

The clouds were so heavy with the snow that now drifted down, dusting everything in a layer of fine white powder, it seemed that someone standing on even the lowest rooftop could reach up and touch them. The snowflakes raining down from those clouds gave the appearance of tiny shooting stars. Many would have found the sight beautiful. I didn't. I just found it cold and somewhat depressing. Some people say that shooting stars are angels, falling to the earth to bless the lives of people in need. I've never liked those sorts of stories. The stars belong in the heavens. The dust belongs on the earth. Collecting in puddles, the sparkling, sugar-like ice crystals did nothing to ease the bitter cold. I shivered and coughed, my breath fogging in front of me.

I should have frozen to death hours ago.

But I can't die. At least, not that way.

Suffering, on the other hand, I can do that to no end.

I put my head between my knees, hoping to retain what little heat my walking corpse had to offer. I struggled to remain conscious. The story of the little-match-girl was playing in my head. I'd never liked that story's ending. Hallucinations really weren't my thing, especially hallucinations about things I tried not to think about, the things I tried to burry in the farthest corners of my mind. I had to distract myself, to think about anything that would keep me awake. The problem was, there was nothing to distract me.

Pling!

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I grasped it quickly, greedy for a distraction, but I paused upon seeing the number displayed upon the screen. It was that number I had texted the Merry Christmas message to. Whoever it was had texted me back. I unlocked my phone and peered at the mystery person's message.

Received: 11:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

The message read. I smiled a little, surprised that anyone would care to return my quiet Christmas wish. The screen of my phone lit up with another message.

Received: 11:19 PM

Who are you?

The question was a simple one. Though tone can often be difficult to infer over written text, the question seemed to bear no hostility, only innocent curiosity. I thought for a bit about what to say, the answer was not as simple as the question had implied.

***

Located quite literally one thousand miles away from Copper Harbor, was the small, out-of-the-way town of Lebanon, Kansas. Now, in the outskirts Lebanon there was a hill. The hill was modestly sized and carpeted with thick grass painted with a layer of frost. Although it was a rather pleasant sight for some stray hiker to find, the hill was really quite unremarkable. That is, if you ignored the hulking steel door built into the side of it that looked like the entrance to a post-apocalyptic hobbit hole. See, built under that hill there was a bunker. It looked like any ordinary bunker if one can ever describe a bunker as ordinary. But inside this ordinary looking bunker, sat something rather extraordinary and his name was Jack.

Jack Kline was quite happy where he was. Sitting with his legs crossed on a chair beside the bunker's fireplace, Jack held Sam's beloved lap-top between his knees. Sam let him borrow it on the nights he couldn't sleep. Those nights were many. Sleepless nights were one of the many side effects of being half-angel, but he didn't really mind. Jack wasn't overly fond of sleep, not like Sam or Dean who adored the few hours they got. Jack would much rather be awake because if he was asleep then he couldn't observe. He liked to observe. He loved learning. He loved taking in anything and everything going on around him, soaking it all up like a sponge with legs. He especially loved to soak up a story. Epic ones with heroes that defeat powerful villains. Jack loved stories.

So, no; Jack Kline was not overly fond of sleep. No, Jack preferred to just sit quietly and watch those epic stories as they played out in front of him on the screen of Sam's lap-top.

Currently, he was watching Star Wars: The Clone Wars. The computer had said he would like it, and the computer had been right. He had just finished season 2 and had begun on season 3. Some small voice in the back of his mind told him he should slow down and draw the series out a little longer, but Jack just couldn't find the will to do so. This story was just too good to stop. Jack shoved a hand full of popcorn in his mouth as he pressed the play button on the next episode. He had managed to sneak several bags of popcorn from the kitchen and into the secret stash in his room a few nights earlier. It was perfect, except popcorn needed to be popped and popping the kernels without attracting notice was a bit of a challenge. But he found that if he popped them during the day, when everyone was clamoring about and busy with whatever, the noise from the popping kernels wouldn't peak any suspicion. The only downside to his strategy was that it left him with cold popcorn. Though this too could be remedied via his angel powers, if he was careful about it, he could warm up the popcorn undetected.

Now, don't get the impression that Jack was being starved, or held in this bunker against his will, or something awful like that. As was mentioned before, Jack was very happy there. The Winchesters, Sam and Dean, and the angel Castiel, lived there with him and took care of him. They were his family and Jack loved them. The only reason he had a secret stash at all was because Sam was the only one in the bunker who cared about the importance of having a somewhat healthy diet. Whereas Dean let the boy eat pretty much anything he wanted and Cas- well in Cas's mind food was food and that's all there was to it. But Sam didn't like it when he caught Jack eating what he referred to as 'junk food'.

Somehow, Sam always caught him.

"That stuff’ll rot your teeth, Jack!" He'd sigh, as he'd flip on the kitchen light and catch Jack eating cereal sometime around midnight. Then he'd look at Jack with a disappointed look on his face until Jack threw the cereal away and went back to bed. Jack hated it when Sam looked at him like that, he just couldn't bear to let the Winchesters down.

But Jack loved to eat. Eating was enjoyable as it brought with it something new every time. Yet more things to absorb and to experience. Although the younger Winchester disapproved of the more sugary foods; Jack liked those a whole lot more than the salads Sam tried to get him to eat. Jack didn't like the salads or 'Rabbit Food' as Dean called it. No, Jack liked popcorn a quite a bit more.

He smiled as he brought another handful into his mouth. Yes, Jack Kline quite enjoyed eating.

Plip! Ploop!

Jack's head swiveled away from the screen to stare at the phone laying face-up on the arm rest of the chair in which he sat. The screen was alight with a text message. He picked up the phone and unlocked it. The message read:

Received: 10:52 PM

Merry Christmas, stranger. I hope yours is as bright as new fallen snow. Stay warm.

That was all. Jack was quite confused; he didn't know that number. Who had sent the text? What should he do? Should he say something back?

Curiosity and caution struggled in a match tug-of-war in his head. He wanted to know who the message had come from. He wanted to know why that person had sent it. He also wanted to know why he had a strange feeling that whoever had sent the message was horribly sad. But would the Winchesters be mad at him if he answered? Sam and Dean had given him the phone just a few days earlier.

"For emergencies," Sam had said as he laid the device in Jack's hand before resuming his packing. Jack had stared at it, rather confused as to its purpose. Castiel had been off somewhere doing something and Sam and Dean had been leaving for a hunt, leaving him alone which Dean was completely and utterly against.

"Only for emergencies," Dean had stressed, jabbing his finger in Jack's general direction as he inspected various articles of clothing before tossing them into a duffle bag. "That means don't text or call unless someone is breaking in or you're dying!"

Sam shot his older brother a warning look. Dean ignored it and pulled a pair of socks out of his dresser, sniffing them briefly before making a face and chucking them to the other side of the room. Jack looked back down at the small black rectangle in his palm.

"Okay so, only text or call in case there's an emergency. Got it." Jack clinched the thin black box between his thumb and forefinger, carefully lifting it up as if it might explode in his face. "But, one question, if something happens like-like you said, like somebody breaking in or me dying, how-how would I do that?" He asked, looking back at the two brothers. They both froze their hasty packing and pivoted to stare at him, their eyebrows raised with disbelieving question.

"What?" Dean asked the young Nephilim. Jack shrank away a little, not wanting to upset the older Winchester.

"How do I text or call you? I don't know how to do that," Jack had timidly replied. Dean just shook his head and returned to over-stuffing the duffle. Sam, however, was much more understanding.

"That's right, you-you don't, do you?" Sam asked, realizing his mistake. Jack turned his attention to the younger of the brothers, shaking his head in an answer to Sam's question.

"Unbelievable," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. Sam shot him another glare which Dean merely shrugged off.

"Well, come on then, I'll teach you," Sam had said. Jack watched as Sam set the contacts and explained how everything worked. He showed Jack how to send a text, how to dial and answer a call, and all the other things Jack would need to know. Jack just watched him and took note of every little thing. Watching and replicating was how Jack learned best.

"Now, if I don't answer my phone, you call Dean. But if he doesn't pick up, I want you to call me again, if I still don't answer a second time, I want you to call this number right here. That's Jody Mills, she's a friend of ours and she'll help you, alright? You get all that?" Sam finished explaining and looked for Jack to confirm his understanding. Jack nodded.

"I got it!" He said, enthusiastically. Sam gave the young boy a nervous smile.

"You do? Can you repeat it back to me?" Sam asked Jack the question the same way Sam and Dean's father had always asked them.

"If something happens, call you, and if you don't answer, call Dean. If Dean doesn't answer then I call you again, but if you still don't pick up, then call Jody Mills." Jack repeated all of Sam's instructions perfectly, grinning proudly at the younger Winchester when he finished. Sam laughed a little, but nerves twinged his voice.

"Good, yeah. Okay," Sam paused, thinking things over, "You know what, Jack? If neither of us answer your call and it's really that urgent, don't bother calling me a second time. Just call Jody right away if you can't get through to either of us. Alright?"

"Alright!" Jack nodded, grinning. Sam nodded back, stiffly.

"Alright." He seemed like he wanted to say something else but didn't know how to say it.

"You two done in there, Sammy?! We gotta go!" Dean called, walking in from another room. Sam stood and looked at his brother.

"Uh, yeah. I think we're good," He took a few steps towards the stairs that lead up to the door before pausing and turning back to Jack, "We're good, right? You're gonna be okay here by yourself?" Sam asked again. Jack grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

Sam nodded and smiled with so much nervousness it almost hurt to watch.

"Okay, good. It's good. We're good," He said, nodding and trying to reassure himself more than anyone else. Dean raised an eyebrow at his overly anxious little brother, tugging his old leather jacket on over his shoulders, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he directed his remarks at Jack.

"Hey, kid. Whatever you do, don't do anything stupid," He'd said, half glaring, "We'll be back in a few days." Then they'd left.

Now, Jack glanced back down at the phone in his hands, remembering Dean's warning about not doing anything stupid. But his curiosity regarding the sender of the message was overwhelming. It couldn't hurt to text this person back, right? Was that what Dean had meant by his warning? Did this count as something stupid? What was the worst that could happen? Deciding that the benefits outweighed the risks, he texted back.

Sent: 10:18 PM

Merry Christmas to you as well!

Jack wrote.

Sent: 10:19 PM

Who are you?

No sooner had asked his question, he began to worry that he might have sounded rude. He waited with anticipation for the mystery person to reply. He didn't have to wait long.

Received: 10:20 PM

It doesn't matter, you don't know me.

I'm just someone wanting to give you a warm holiday wish.

Jack frowned. Again, he got the distinct feeling that the person on the other side of this conversation was deeply saddened by something. He desperately wanted to know what. So, he did the thing he did best. He asked and waited to see what would happen.

***

Received: 11:21 PM

If you don't know me, why do you care?

I don't mean to be rude. I'm just curious.

Why do this?

I read the person's question once, then twice, then three times and I realized that I didn't have an answer. Why did I care? Why was I texting some random person a Christmas wish? For all I knew, this person may not even observe the holiday. I had so many of my own things to worry about I was nearly drowning in them. I didn't know this person. I had nothing to do with them. So, why did I care about their holiday season? Why was I doing this?

I told myself it was just a random act of kindness. But deep down I knew what the reason was, and even if I didn't want to think about it, I felt it in my heart. I was doing this for the same reason I did everything. So, I took a few moments and came up with a reply.

Sent: 11:25 PM

I'm doing this because I believe that no one should ever have to be alone,

especially during the holidays.

I sent my reply and remembered to keep on shivering. I could hardly feel the cold anymore, I had gone almost completely numb. But I knew if I didn't keep moving, I would surely freeze in place and be unable to move until spring came. I vaguely wondered how cold it was. I remembered having heard on someone's car radio that this was supposed to be the coldest winter Michigan had experienced in the last decade. Though winter had only just begun, it was already cold enough for the district council to be suggesting face coverings to prevent citizens from getting frostbite and losing their nose.

I sneezed. I had no such face covering. Hell! I didn't even have a jacket! Let alone a coat or anything mildly warm. All I had was my oversized green cardigan, my black Star Wars t-shirt and my black jeans. That was it. Yet here I sat, outside a bakery in well below freezing temperatures, shivering myself into next decade.

I could go to a shelter. At least there I wouldn't have to endure the bitter biting of the wind as it gushed with double its normal force through these tight, abandoned alleyways. But if I went to a shelter then there was no chance of leaving undetected, I reminded myself. No, it was better to stay here, cold and alone, than to risk human contact.

I was pulled from my thoughts by another pling from my phone. Another message from that unknown contact.

Received: 11: 27

Are you alone?

Again, the question was simple. And although the mere thought hurt like a knife twisting in a fresh wound, I looked around at the dark, trash littered alleyway I sat in, watching the scattered rags of paper flutter and tumble in the winter gales, and I looked at the brutally beautiful puddles of speckled ice gathering along my body and melting on my skin, and I examined the bleak night sky, choked starless by the drifting dreary clouds; and the utterly silent stillness of the sleeping city revealed the harsh reality of my answer.

No one was here.

Nobody cared.

Not even the stars would keep me company. Because the stars never cared who I was.

So, with no reason to keep the truth hidden. I answered the question honestly.

Sent: 11: 29 PM

Yes.

Sent: 11: 30 PM

I am alone.

I was completely and utterly alone.

***

Received: 10: 30 PM

I am alone.

Once again Jack got the distinct impression that these words carried a heavy burden. It made him frown. What could he do to help a person he didn't even know? He wanted to ask this person if they had any friends, but something about those words told him the answer. When this person had said they were alone, Jack got the feeling they weren't just talking about the current moment. But maybe that's what this person needed. Maybe they needed a friend.

Sent: 10: 32 PM

Well, I'll be your friend and talk to you. There, now you're not alone anymore!

Jack smiled as he sent the text. The reply didn't take long.

Received: 10: 33 PM

Thank you.

You don't have waste your time on me but thank you.

It didn't take any special powers to read in between the lines this time, anyone could see the sadness in those words. Though Jack wasn't sure if it was his powers causing that strange feeling or if he was just imagining things.

Sent: 10:34 PM

I don't mind. Really!

Besides, I don't have anyone to talk to either.

Received: 10: 35 PM

Well, in that case, we can be lonely together!

Jack grinned. He'd made himself a friend. He couldn't wait to get to know them.

***

Received: 11: 36 PM

Since we're friends now, what's your name?

I smiled down at my new mystery friend's message. There was something about the words that made them seem innocent and earnest. It couldn't hurt to give my name, right? It’s not like he could find me. After all, I'm supposed to be dead.

Sent: 11: 37 PM

My name is Martina.

I sent my name and waited for the response. It came quickly.

Received: 11: 38 PM

I like your name Martina!

It's very pretty.

I flinched as I read the text. Something about seeing my name written in the text brought me back to a conversation with a different person a long time ago. It was a painful memory, and I didn't want to see it anymore. I didn't want another reminder of the still bleeding wounds in my heart. I remembered why I didn't let anyone call me that name anymore.

Sent: 11: 39 PM

Thank you.

But I would prefer you call me Marty.

I didn't want to be so sensitive to things like this, but I just couldn't help it.

Received: 11: 40 PM

Alright! I like Marty too.

It's a fun name.

I smiled; grateful they didn't ask why it was so important that they called me by a nickname.

Sent: 11: 41 PM

Thanks for understanding.

So, what's your name?

Received: 11: 42 PM

My name is Jack!

I grinned to myself. I'd made me a friend. I just couldn't wait to get to know him.

Sent: 11: 43 PM

Heya, Jack!

It’s nice to meet you!

I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Received: 11: 44 PM

I agree, Marty. We are going to be great friends!

Sent: 11: 45 PM

So, what's your favorite movie?

And just like that, we talked until the sun came up. And suddenly, for the first time in quite a while, I wasn't completely alone.

***

"Hey, uh, Jack? We're back!"

Sam's voice drifted in from just outside Jack's bedroom door. Jack was surprised. He hadn't heard the brothers come in which, for him, was quite peculiar.

The door creaked open and Jack hastily attempted to pretend like he hadn't been using the phone.

He failed.

Miserably.

The device slipped from his hand and he fumbled to catch it before it smashed against the grey, polished concrete floor. He let out a sigh of relief as he snatched it just in time.

Sam peered around the door, checking in on Jack, who was now hanging halfway off his bed and clutching the phone. Scrambling to sit upright, Jack gave Sam a half-panicked smile.

"Hi Sam!" He waved a greeting, shoving his phone behind his back. Sam raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. He folded his arms and leaned back on his heels.

"Hey Jack," Sam seemed a little distracted, "Have you seen Cas?" He asked. Jack shook his head vigorously.

"He's not back yet," He answered. Sam nodded and started to leave before stopping and turning back. Only now seeming to notice Jack's odd behavior. Sam gestured at the phone hidden behind the boys back,

"So, what were you doing in here just now?" Jack's eyes flew wide as quarters and his gaze shifted rapidly around the room, focusing on anywhere but Sam. His mind was working overtime trying to find a viable excuse.

"Uhhhh...Nothing!" Jack tried; his brain had gone blank. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that?" Sam leaned forward a little, narrowing his eyes. Jack leaned back to match; his face scrunched up with the guilt he was trying very hard to hide. Everyone in the bunker knew how terrible Jack was at lying. He might be able to pass a few simple fibs by a stranger, but his family saw through him like he was made of glass. He couldn't deceive them. But that didn't stop him from trying, however.

"Yes..." Jack said slowly, his eyebrows pulling together in a rather sad attempt at looking sincere.

"Jack, what were you doing?" Sam asked more sternly. Jack looked at his feet and didn't answer. His shoulders moved up and down in a shrug.

"Do I have to go get Dean?" Sam pressed. Now Jack's head shot up. He stretched his hands out in a pleading gesture.

"No, no! Don't tell Dean!" Jack begged. Sam's expression shifted into one of concern.

"If you tell me, I won't tell Dean." Sam agreed, moving to sit on the bed beside Jack who shifted to give him some space. Sam waited patiently for the young Nephilim to speak. Jack kept his head down and rubbed his hands together nervously as he tried to think of how he should explain himself.

"Well, last night I was watching Netflix when I got this text from somebody wishing me a merry Christmas-" He started.

"Someone we know?" Sam asked, interrupting. Jack shook his head and continued.

"I asked them why they would do that, and they said it was because they thought that nobody should be alone this time of year. So, I asked if they were alone and they said, yes ─" Jack looked the younger Winchester in the eyes ─

"I don't know why but I just got this- this feeling, and they sounded just so sad, and now we're friends! But Dean said not to do anything stupid, and now I'm worried that I did! Are you mad?" Jack finished, worry coloring his features. Sam blinked. Once again astounded by the size of the half-angel's heart, he shook his head.

"No, Jack. I'm not mad," He said, softly.

"Really?"

"Really. I think you did a good thing. Everyone needs a friend." Sam patted Jack's shoulder and smiled. Jack looked down, grinning to himself as pride filled his chest.

Sam waited a moment before getting up from the bed. Stretching his back out and groaning a bit as he stood. It had been almost 48 hours since he last slept, and he was more than ready for a long nap. His hand rested on the doorknob and he paused a moment before turning back around.

"Hey, uh, Jack. Just one more thing. Do you by chance know this person's name?" Sam asked. Jack looked up briefly before looking back at the floor again, trying to hide the embarrassment creeping up to stain his cheeks.

"It's, uh, it's Marty," He replied. Sam nodded and moved to leave again but he stopped. His eyebrows pulled down with confusion before he turned back.

"And uh, is that a boy's name or a girl's name? Do you know?" Jack turned his head a bit to the side and picked at a thread in his jeans.

"Does it matter?" He questioned back. Truthfully, it didn't. Sam wouldn't make Jack stop if he didn't want to. But to say that the boy's current evasive behavior didn't pique his interest, would be a lie. Though, the kid’s flushed cheeks told him quite a bit about the answer.

"It doesn't matter," Sam said, shrugging, "I'm just curious is all." The tall man watched the boy's reaction. Jack nodded and shifted as if uncomfortable.

"Marty's a girl." He answered, trying to force his voice into sounding nonchalant. And failing.

"Okay, cool." Sam nodded, turning around again, and reaching for the handle. Jack's head whipped around.

"Wait, Sam!"

Sam looked over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't. Tell. Dean!" Jack stressed. Urgency was evident in his voice. Sam huffed a laugh.

"Okay, Jack." With that, Sam pulled open the door and walked out letting the heavy steel swing shut behind him. Behind the door, Jack sighed with relief. He'd dodged a bullet with that one.

Walking a ways down the hall, Sam got to Dean's room where his older brother was now unpacking. The younger brother leaned on the door frame and expelled the laughter he'd been holding on to since Jack’s room. Dean turned around, holding a pistol and a pair of weeks old and hopelessly blood caked socks in his hands, he faced Sam with a questioning look.

"What's got you so giggly all of a sudden?" The older of the brother's asked.

Dean glanced at the pair of socks in his hand. He grimaced at the stench and held them further away from his face, trying not to breathe. It didn't work. The socks odor was so pungent, Dean could smell them through his mouth. There was no hope of washing them. Nope, those things would have to be burned. Though, taking another whiff of them, Dean wasn't sure that even incinerating the socks would do him much good now. The stomach-turning stink would be branded into his memory forever. Sam straightened up, shaking his head of shoulder length hair.

"It's just something Jack said." Sam smiled and laughed again before taking notice of the unholy stench wafting off the socks. He coughed. "Dude, those stink. Bad!"

"Yeah, it's a sad day, Sammy." Dean nodded solemnly. Sam covered his nose.

"Why?"

"These were my second luckiest pair of socks."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, they're not anymore," Sam pointed out. Now, they were just rancid.

"I think we should give em' a Viking funeral, something to honor their service. I mean, I remember one time when I wore these things for two weeks straight!" Dean reminisced, grinning. Sam looked mildly disturbed.

"That's, uh... nice... But, uh, is there somewhere we could put them before the funeral? Because they, uh, they reek." Sam was trying hard not to gag and couldn't understand how Dean could be holding them and remain unaffected. Dean smirked.

"You wanna go put em' somewhere?" He asked, waving the socks into Sam's face. Sam leaned away.

"Ah! God! No! Put those things somewhere! Please!" He choked out. Dean just grinned and moved to the other side of the room. Grabbing a cardboard box from off the shelf, he shoved the socks in there and sealed the lid. The stench quickly began to dissipate.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"We're gonna have to burn that box too."

"Yup." Sam still felt a little sick but at least the socks were gone.

"So, what was it Jack said that you thought was so funny?" The older brother asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing. It was nothing," Sam said. But laughter began to creep up on him again. Dean rolled his eyes and went back to pulling more dirty clothing from the duffle bag.

"Are ya gonna stand there or are ya gonna spill?" Dean pushed. Sam sobered up again.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you," He said.

Dean shook his head, mildly annoyed. He knew Sam was going to tell him whatever juicy information he had gotten, just like he always did when he got that sly look on his face. Sam could be a bit of a schoolgirl that way. Except, of course, when it came to the important things, the things Dean was supposed to know. Those things Sam always kept to himself.

"Well, Sammy, if you ain’t gonna spill─" he used the gun in his hand to gesture from Sam to the duffle bag─ "get workin'."

The younger Winchester moved to the bag and started unpacking, grinning his face off all the while. Dean knew his little brother was waiting for him to ask about the thing with Jack again, so he said nothing. He just waited for Sam to look over to him eagerly, which is exactly what Sam did.

"So get this!" Sam started.

'Here it comes.' Dean predicted internally. Sam kept starring.

'Yatzee.' Dean thought. He knew Sam like the back of his hand. Actually, he probably knew his brother better than that.

"Apparently, Jack got a text from some random person last night wishing him merry Christmas. And, well, you know Jack! So he─" Dean stopped his brother mid-sentence.

"What's her name?" He interrupted. Sam looked confused.

"I didn't say anything about a girl," Sam trailed off. Dean sighed and shook his head.

"Geez, Sammy! If you love drama so much, you should go be an actor. You ain't foolin' anybody. We both know where this is goin' so just cut to the chase!" Dean sighed, opening a trunk and tossing in the gun he'd been holding along with several knives. His small outburst had startled his younger brother, but Dean didn't really care. Sam wasn't the only one who hadn't slept in 48 hours. Sleep was calling and Dean wanted nothing more than to answer. Sam frowned.

"Marty. The girl's name is Marty," Sam stated, sounding rather put out that Dean had guessed at his not-so-cleaver ploy. The older if the pair turned to the younger with a perplexed expression.

"Wait, wait. Marty?" He clarified. Amused disbelief written all over his features.

"Marty," Sam confirmed.

"Marty?"

"Yeah. Marty."

"Like the zebra in Madagascar, Marty?" Dean asked, grinning. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, like that. But remember, you didn't hear anything from me!" He answered, smiling as well. Dean laughed as he turned his attention back to the mess of clothing and weapons surrounding him on the floor.

"Yeah, whatever, drama queen." Dean rolled his eyes and kept working. The room was silent for a moment before the older Winchester burst out laughing again. He couldn't help himself; he found the subject hilarious.

"Ah, man. Marty! Now there's a name!" He exclaimed as he started folding the few clean clothing items laying in the pile. "What? Did her parents just take one look at her and say: 'Look at our beautiful baby! Let's name her Marty!'" Dean scoffed.

Sam snorted and shook his head at his older brother's bad joke. Then he leaned his head back and yawned.

"Man, I think we need some sleep," Sam sighed. Dean smirked.

"Is it your bedtime already?" He taunted, expecting a playful retort. But this time, Sam didn't argue. He just nodded.

"Yeah, I think it is." Though worried about his little brother, Dean held his playful smirk in place perfectly, just like he had been doing for so many years.

"Well, you go ahead and hit the sack. I'll finish up here." He said, easily. Even though he was just as tired and Sam was, he would finish out like always. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, o'course. There's not much left anyway." That was a lie and they both knew it, but Sam took the offer of sleep while it was on the table.

"Thanks, Dean."

"You're welcome, Sammy."

Sam patted his older brother on the arm as he stood and left the room. Traveling down the corridor he got to his bedroom and was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, Dean mouthed the strange name of Jack's mystery girl and chuckled about it to himself. Sitting on the floor in his room as he continued folding the rest of the clean clothes, cleaning out all the weapons and putting everything back in its place. The chore took him two more hours to complete but when it was done, he stretched himself out and laid back on his bed.

"Marty. Now, that's hilarious." Dean snickered to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

~I might hate myself tomorrow.

But I'm on my way tonight.

Let's be lonely together.

A little less lonely together~

Lyrics from: Lonely Together by Jasmine Thompson

[volturicangetit]

A.V- Promise

Summary: Alec gives you a promise ring to remind you of him when you go back to Forks.

Request: YES/no Anon: Alec Volturi imagine where he gives a promise ring or some item to reader and Bella finds out

Warnings: swearing

Wordcount: 1031 

Although the sun is down, its warmth is still hanging in the air. The warm wind mixed with the cool moonlight gives the castle's garden a magical feel. Alec is leaning against one of the apple trees, which are in full blossom, with you leaning against his chest. His cool hands run over your bare arms, creating goosebumps wherever they go. You let out a soft hum as you look up at the stary night. You're going to miss this. Miss Alec. Miss the warm weather. Miss the castles. But you can't stay in Italy forever. Alec lets out a sigh as he grabs your hand. He brings it up to his face and places soft kisses on the top of it. A smile spreads over your face as you let your head fall back against him. He slips something cold around your ring finger. You pull your hand away from him to look at it. A small, silver ring is now neatly wrapped around your finger. A simple word is engraved into it. Sempre.

"It's a promise ring," Alec says softly. He begins to place small kisses onto your neck. You take a deep breath in as he places a kiss on your sweet spot. "It means forever. Distance won't keep us apart.". You turn around, now sitting on your knees. You place your hands at the back of his neck and start toying with his hair. Alec lets out a content hum. You lean closer to him and let your forehead rest against his. His hands fall to rest on your hips.

"Nothing can keep us apart," you say. "Not even the 'oh-so-mighty' kings of crappiness.". Alec places a finger over your lips to silence you but lets out a laugh. He tuts at you. "If they hear you say that they'll bite you," he says. You shake your head. You let out a laugh as you push his hands away from your face. You wrap your arms around him to pull Alec in for a hug. You let out a sigh again.

"I don't want to leave you," you say. You burry your face farther into Alec's shoulder. You breathe in his scent. Lemon-minty tea and old books. You take every part of him into your memory. The way his arms feels around you, how much colder he is then you, how he smells. Everything. "I don't wanna go.".

_____ The coldness and wetness of Forks is something that you hadn't missed. It was one of the reasons why you loathed going back. Switching the warm Italian weather for Forks cold one is not something you did willingly. You stare out the foggy car window, watching the trees flash by. You turn the ring around your finger to keep your mind busy. You look down at it. The light silver metal contrast against your Italian sunkissed skin. The coolness of it stands out even more against your warm skin. It's now that you notice a second engraving on the other side of the ring. Alec, it says in curly letters. Cheeky fucker.

The car comes to a halt. You look out the window. School. You were happy that you got to see your friends again but that's the only reason why school brought any joy to you. You say your goodbye to your mother, who was nice enough to bring you to school and get out of the car. You hold one hand over your head to shield your hair from the rain as you quickly run towards the school doors. You push them open and walk into the warm school building. The depressingly cool colours of the school immediately remind you why you jumped at the opportunity of exchange to Italy. 'Y/n?' you hear from behind you.

You turn around to face your friend Bella. She walks over to you with a bright smile on her face. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "You're back!" she says. You nod. You pull your backpack further of your shoulder to keep it from slide off. "How was Italy?".

"Amazing," you say. "It was perfect. God, the weather and the culture!". You let out a small laugh. Edward appears beside Bella. He has probably been lurking the shadows, watching her from afar. He wraps an arm around Bella's shoulder. "Met anyone fun?" Bella asks with a smirk. You can feel the blood rushing towards your cheeks. You bit your lips as you nod. Bella's eyes grow as she gives Edward a poke in his side with her elbow. His poker face changes into a smile. You hold out your hand so that Bella can see your ring. "I met a boy," you say. "He gave me a promise ring. We're going to try this long-distance thing. I think we can make it work.". Bella grabs your hand at checks the ring out. "Got a picture of the pretty boy?" she asks. You nod happily as you pull your phone out of your pocket. Your lock screen is a picture of your and Alec at cliffs of Volterra, so you decide to just show her that one. The moment she sees him, she looks up at Edward. She remembered Alec from when she saved Edward in Volterra.

Bella gulps down her judgement and shoots you a smile. She can't ruin your happiness, not when you had just found it. And she was in no place to judge someone for their taste in men. "He's handsome! I get why you like him," she says. You nod as you put your phone back in your pocket. You beam at her. "Yeah, I'm so lucky. He's way out of my league," you say. Bella opens her mouth to speak but the school bell interrupts her. You look up at the clock. Your class is about to start. "Gotta go!" you say as you run off towards your classroom. Bella looks up at Edward who looks at her with eyes full of worry. "Looks like we got another vampire to worry about," she says.

TWILIGHT TAGLIST (OPEN): @scuzmunkie @thanossexual @prettyinblack231 @kpopgirlbtssvt​ @cullens-stuff​ @rexburn12​

[bakulova]

Being Soulmates would Include...

Young!Carol Denning X Reader. 

Hope you enjoy!

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You had found each other when you were at school and she caught a glance at you and her world burst into color. You were putting textbooks away in your locker, minding your own business, a couple of friends walking up and saying hello. She waited till they left and marched up to you dragging you out of the school to somewhere no one can see you. “What’s your name?” You stare at her for a few seconds confused “Y/n...You?” “Carol” you both stand there for a few minutes then you realize that you can see the color of her clothes and the sky. “HOLY SHIT” you jump away from her spin around looking at the colors “COLORS” while looking around Carol lips turn up and she pulls you back towards her “W-we’re soulmates?” She nods nervously “Do... do you not want me?” She backs away, You realized that she was also probably freaked out “I do, trust me I do!’ you pull her towards you. You hold her hands “You wanna come over to my house after school so we can talk more about this?” she looks around “sure”. For the rest of the day, you can see her lurking around you waiting. 

After the first encounter she gets more attached even though she knows she shouldn’t she just cant help it. Every morning she comes and picks you up and you both go to school and every day she drives you back home and she spends time with you in your room doing homework and maybe learning more about each other. She hates leaving but you always tell her that she’ll see you tomorrow. The first time you left for a little family vacation she got all pissy. “why can’t you stay...” You chuckle “ it’s only for a week Carol you can last a week without me” “No I can’t” You shake your head and continue packing. When it gets time to actually leave to the great ol Florida she gets all huffy. “Carol calm down” “No... you can’t just leave...” You laugh and pull her into a hug “Carol...” You pull away and hold her face and she just pouts. “how about I give you a kiss and a scrunchie so you can remember me for now?” she thinks about it for a minute glaring at you “I want the one your wearing right now” You pull it out of your hair and give it to her “AND my kiss lady!” she hisses, you bust out laughing and give her a quick kiss. “Now lets go before you camp in my room.”  she gets in her car and goes home for the week. 

She comes to you when something happens at home. She tries not to yell at you and let the anger get the best of her. When she is angry she’ll either call your house phone or storm over and cry in your arms. You hear the phone ringing, you hurry over and pick it up “hello?” “Y/n” you can immediately tell she’s trying to keep it together. “Hey why don’t you come over?” She didn’t even respond she just hangs up. You silently put the phone back worried that now she was mad at you or something. You look at mom “I don’t know what just happened...” your mom looks up from her book “y/n whats going on between you two? It doesnt seem like your just friends?” You freeze “Mom really?” She shrugs “hey I won’t judge hard.” You deadpan “she’s my soulmate” you mom nods like she didn’t hear you “I said she’s my soulmate lady” “I know lady” she sassed back “She’s mad” She looked up from her book “Why” you shrug “family problems? Me? I dont know” “Well maybe she just needs alone time and calling you just didnt make her feel better.” You scoff “yeah sure.” You go back to your room and an hour later a knock on your door broke you from drawing whatever came to your mind. “Yes?” You get up and open the door to see Carol standing there blotchy and red. “Care...” she pulls you into a hug and burries herself in your neck “please hold me” she whispered. You pull her into your room and bring her to your bed and push her on it. “Lets cuddle yeah?” She nods and get comfy under the blanket and reaches for you. You smile and kiss her nose “I love you carol” she takes a deep breath “really?” You stare for a second “of course, your amazing and I can’t think of a time i was better without you, you complete me poopy head” she smiles and kisses your cheeks. “I’m not a poopy head” you chuckle and pull her closer “sure” you drag out the ending. “Shut up asshole” “Hey do you erm.. wanna talk about earlier or no?” She sighs into your neck “Not right now” “ok” you give her a kiss on the forhead and snuggle to sleep.

When she’s mad at you oof thats a whole different person all right. “Carol come on” “Fuck.You.” You sigh “I didn’t know” “You did. Don’t act like you didn’t” “He was all over you!” “No he wasn’t you sat you ass between us” “BECAUSE HE WAS ALL OVER YOU” she was finally at her breaking point. “I will kill that mother fucker” she tries to walk past you but you don’t let her. “Care come on” she tries to push you away but you dont let her. “Stop...” she continues to thrash around “STOP” she finally stops and looks down embarrassed. “Carol-“ you look at your feet “maybe you need to go home for now and cool down” she shakes her head “no no no no no please y/n” “ Carol I’m not ending this. Just go home and sleep and relax” she cups your face “I can only do that here please please please” you look her in the eye “Carol come on go.” You softly whisper and pull her hands from your face “You can come back soon just take some time for yourself I’ll wait” she stares at for a while longer and get her stuff and walks past you. Before she leaves you grab her arm and pull her in for a quick kiss “I love you alright” she nods “I love you too...” she goes in for another, you of course let her. “I’ll see you tomorrow” you nod “tomorrow”.

You guys sometimes question soulmate thing. But not in a negative way just in a questioning way. Why does it happen? Can there be soulmate in different universe who will never meet eachother you know the goodies. You guys pretend that you both know what your talking about. Its always when your about to sleep or when cuddling or doin homework.

She also likes to get candy and share it with you. “Hey look i got new jawbreakers!” She gives you one and she pops one into her mouth “mm this ones good” you nod “really?” You sit up from laying on the floor and pop the one she gave you in your mouth “ooo it is good!” She laughs and pulls out her notebook to draw.

I also see her as someone who stares at their s/o a lot. You could be doing chores and she’d just stare lovingly. “Carol... what is so loving of me cleaning a toilet?” She shrugs “I don’t know but you look really cute.” You roll your eyes “why don’t you help me asshole!” “My arms are suddenly broken...” you glare and she looks around avoiding your eyes. “Ass-cunt” she laughs “ooo is that a new insult?” You nod and laugh “hell yeah!”

She doesnt really share much on her homelife beside the fact that she hates them. She doesnt want you worrying your pretty little head. “Carol this doesnt make sense I share my problems all the time” “Easier for you I guess good job want a gold medal?” You groan she smirks and drags you down and starts tickling you. “HEY NO THIS IS ABOUT YOU NOT ME” you scream. “SHUT UP Y/N” your mom yells. “Yeah carol shut up” she smirks “no pretty sure that was your name.” You pout and ignore which we all know she does not like when people ignore her. Ecspecially her soulmate so of course she bothers you till you cant ignore her. Pokes, tickles you name it she has done it. All for you to notice her. You try to leave to get more snacks and she just wont let you. “Give me attention” you try not to smile. She tries to keep you in by pulling you from behind “stay!” You sigh, turn around and give her a big kiss and pull her arms from you and run away. “Thanks HA!” She gasps and chases after you “you freakin cheater come back!” ——————————————————————

All in all things going good on the soulmate side of not being in prison. May do one where you guys are actually in prison and find out your soulmates for both present and young maybe 👀.

[xbaepsae]

prove it (m)

“How could he not see how this was all affecting you? Why didn’t he realize you needed him to be present in your life? But as much as you needed him to be one hundred percent here for you, a part of you would just rather have him one hundred percent gone.”

[boyfriend!jeongguk x girlfriend!reader]

genre: estranged relationship!au, smut, some angst

word count: 4.9k

rating: mature

warnings: mutual masturbation, jealousy, language

a/n: this is another reupload! i went back and reread this and, honestly, it’s not too shabby. granted, it’s not that complex, but i enjoyed writing this estranged relationship between jk and the reader. kind of want to write a follow up. let me know lol. xoxo

Long distance relationships suck.

Even for the strongest of people, separation is never easy. Ideally, everyone wants to believe that not being with the person they love all the time isn’t a big deal. However, after a while, there are different factors that cause major stress in a relationship.

There’s a lack of communication sometimes; you can’t physically see them often, so you resort to the basic text and phone call. Still, it’s not the same. Seeing someone through a phone is vastly different than physically being with them. There’s a lack of intimacy too; no holding hands, late night cuddles. Your toys and hands can only do so much, unfortunately.

Being long distance wasn’t always the case for you and Jeongguk, but it became a reality when you both decided to attend different universities.

Early in your relationship, you both avoided talks about the future. In the back of your mind, you already knew that you both had different plans for college. But you didn’t want to admit it out loud—not even to him.

A part of you was afraid about the longevity of your relationship. Most long-distance relationships, and even more so with high school relationships, don’t really make it. But you loved Jeongguk; you don’t think you’ll ever be able to love anyone else as much. As cheesy as it may sound, he’s your other half. You knew that there were others out there, but you didn’t want anyone else.

“You’ll call me every day, yeah?” you asked him the day you both graduated.

“Of course,” he caressed your arm. “Every day.”

The first semester at college, you both talked nearly every day. And you were happy; so happy that despite the distance, not much had changed. Even with your different schedules, you both still made time for each other. You both even visited each other—you went to see him during Halloween, and he surprised you before your finals.

But of course, life gets in the way.

After the first winter break, the communication between you two dwindled. And after that first summer, everything changed. Even when you both did happen to be home, you barely had the time to talk let alone hang out. You found out more about Jeongguk’s life from his Instagram account than you did directly from him. Every time you scrolled onto his page, countless pictures of him partying and hanging out with his friends filled your screen—and yet, no time to give you a quick phone call. It was frustrating.

You considered calling it quits multiple times—what is the use of being with someone if you both don’t act like a couple? It was so bad; you couldn’t even remember the last time you two were in the same room. But every time you brought up the issue, Jeongguk did some redeemable act and you forgave him instantly.

It seemed to be a never-ending cycle.

And now, even though you both were well into your third year in college, Jeongguk was still tethering you on a string. How could he not see how this was all affecting you? Why didn’t he realize you needed him to be present in your life? But as much as you needed him to be one hundred percent here for you, a part of you would just rather have him one hundred percent gone.

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3:14 PM | Jeongguk: I’ll call you later

3:15 PM | You: for real?

You watched the text bubble pop up for a few seconds before disappearing. And when it disappears, it doesn’t pop up again. A sigh leaves your mouth as you drop your phone onto the table.

“Are you texting him?”

Looking up, you make eye contact with your friend Taehyung. “Yeah…”

“And?” Taehyung prompts you to finish your sentence.

“And…he said he’ll call me later,” you say, “but these types of texts from Jeongguk are pointless and disappointing.”

You met Taehyung your first year at college, and immediately hit it off. You helped him with his math homework, and he paid you back by listening to all of your Jeongguk drama. Sometimes you wished you could fall for Taehyung—a relationship with him was bound to be easier than the one you had right now—but he was already in a deeply committed relationship with the cute librarian assistant, Jimin.

“I mean, at least he texted you, right?” your friend attempts to make you feel better, but you feel anything but that.

“I guess.”

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself, buttercup,” Taehyung smiles, “because today is not the day to be down in the dumps!”

Half the time, you have no idea what the words that came out of his mouth even mean. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember?” You have no idea. “It’s Hoseok’s birthday tonight!”

After a few moments, the gears in your head begin moving and you remember Taehyung mentioning something about it last week. You aren’t really close with Hoseok though; he’s Taehyung’s friend and a member of the soccer team, so it slipped your mind.

You have only chatted with Hoseok twice; once was at a party freshman year and you were wasted, and the second was in line for coffee at Starbucks; but you were pretty sure he had no idea who you were. “But I don’t really even know him.”

“Y/n, he doesn’t care who comes; hell, I think he invited the entire school. Besides, I already told him that you’re my plus one since Jimin can’t make it.”

Even though it was a Friday, you were not in the mood to do anything. All you wanted was to return back to your apartment and sleep until Monday rolled around. “Tae…”

“It’ll take your mind off of Jeongguk,” he says in a sing-song voice.

And he’s right—it will be a distraction from your issues in the love department. You think about it for a moment before deciding to hell with it; you’re going to allow yourself to enjoy tonight. “Okay fine, I’ll go.”

Taehyung gets up in that moment and engulfs you in a hug, which attracts the stares of many people in the room. “Thanks y/n!”

“I think you can let me go now,” you pat his back and he lets you go with an airy oh.

“Okay, well, I’ll swing by your place at around seven and then we’ll goooooo!”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and bid your friend goodbye as you both leave. You’re pretty sure Taehyung has a class, but he’s going the opposite direction…so you’re not sure what he’s doing. But you don’t think too much about it and make it back to your apartment. There, you greet your roommate, Nana.

“Hey, girl hey,” she smiles, and you’re struck once again by how pretty she is.

You and Nana have been roommates since you both started going to school here. Most people don’t end up living with their first roommate their entire stay at college, but you both got along well and there has never been a problem. Also, you two just knew too much about each other’s living habits at this point to live with other people.

“Hi,” you smile back, setting your things down before falling down onto the couch beside her.

“So, how was your day?”

Since you both are juniors and have busy schedules, it seems like you never really get to see each other. Which sucks because you honestly consider Nana to be your best friend, besides Taehyung of course.

“It’s been okay,” you begin, “I barely passed my exam in history and managed to turn in my paper for lit right before the deadline…and Jeongguk texted me.”

“Jeongguk texted you?” she only seems to pick up the last bit you said.

“Yep,” you pop the end of the word.

“How’d that go?”

You give her a look, “Horrible.”

Nana gives you a sympathetic smile, “Sorry boo that you have such a shitty boyfriend.”

“He’s not shitty…he’s just…” you try to get the words out about how loving Jeongguk really is, but your mind fails you. Maybe she’s right. “Okay, maybe he is being a little shit right now.”

“You know, I really liked Jeongguk when I first met him,” your roommate says. “But then he just stopped coming to see you.”

You sigh and burry your head into a pillow, “I know.”

“What did he even text you about?”

“He said that he’ll call or whatever—but I’m not even sure if he’s serious, or just messing with me,” you lift your head up. “Do you know that we haven’t talked since school started again?”

Nana gasps, “That was almost two months ago.”

“Exactly.”

“Y/n!” she screams your name. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m actually going crazy, Nana,” you feel defeated; what kind of relationship is this? “But maybe tonight will get this shit off my mind.”

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks.

You explain how Taehyung has basically dragged you to Hoseok’s birthday party and even though you don’t want to go that much, you need to forget about Jeongguk for one night. Nana thankfully agrees with you. She even says that you can borrow one of her dresses since you don’t, in her words, own anything nice.

“Wow are you saying I have no style?” you pretend to be hurt.

“I’m saying you don’t have clothes appropriate for nights like these,” Nana laughs and tells you to follow her to her closet.

When you walk into her room and open her closet—you let her have the bigger closet because she has more clothes than you anyway—you’re not surprised to see a variety of mini skirts and dresses. Nana definitely goes out more than you ever do and proclaims that she can never wear the same outfit twice. “What shall we put you in?”

You shrug, “I’m down to wear anything.”

But maybe you’re giving Nana too much free reign because as she begins to dig through her closet, she pulls out the most revealing dress you’ve ever seen. She tosses it you before you can blink and demands that you have to wear it.

You nearly fall over from the force of the dress, but somehow manage to catch it. Pulling it away from your body, you immediately begin to shake your head. There was no way in hell you can go out in public like this—you don’t even want to wear it in the safety of your apartment. The dress is black with a plunging back and an equally plunging front. And with its short length, it leaves nothing to the imagination. “Hell no.”

“Come on, y/n!” Nana whines, mouth dropping when you fling the dress onto the floor. “This dress will look so good on you!”

“I don’t think anyone can wear this dress,” you frown as she hands you the dress again.

Your roommate rolls her eyes, “Please—I wore this! And I got a ton of male attention that night…you will too.”

But you don’t want the attention of multiple guys, just want the attention of one. “I don’t know, Nana. I’m not one to wear this kind of stuff…”

“Just this one time! Trust me.”

And even though you’re completely out of your element, you succumb to Nana’s demands and trudge into the closet to try the dress on. You let your clothes fall onto the carpeted floor and slip the revealing dress on. Surprisingly, even though you and Nana aren’t necessarily the same size, the dress seems to fit; you just hope all your precious body parts aren’t hanging out on full display.

When you step out for your roommate to see the dress, her jaw drops, and she lets out the loudest ear piercing scream you’ve ever heard. It’s so loud, you’re positive the neighbors heard it.

“Oh my god, y/n! You look so fucking good,” she pushes you towards her full-length mirror and the air seems to leave your lungs.

“I…” you’re at a loss for words, “I…actually like it?”

Nana screams again and proceeds to hug you, but you can’t stop staring at the mirror. You hated the way the dress looked on the hanger; now, is it crazy for you to say it makes you feel like a bad bitch? It feels like you can conquer the world.

“I told you!” Nana exclaims. “God—you look so good; you can just keep the dress after this. I don’t think I could ever wear it again after you just slayed my existence.”

“Okay, you’re just being dramatic at this point.”

“But no seriously, you look amazing and fucking Jeon Jeongguk is missing out,” she says hugging you again. “Can I do your hair and makeup?”

A few hours later, the doorbell rings as you slip your shoes on. Nana runs to answer the door and you smile as Taehyung walks in. The moment his eyes land on you, he stops in his tracks and brings a hand up to his mouth. “Y/n?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” you roll your eyes.

“Who are you and what did you do with y/n?” he runs up to you, inspecting your body from head to toe. “Who knew you had this side in you?”

“You can thank me for that,” Nana slides beside you, offering a bright smile.

After a little convincing, you managed to bribe Nana in coming out tonight too. Your main argument for making her go out too is that you needed someone to last the night with. Even though you are technically Taehyung’s date, he never stays out long and you didn’t want to be left alone with Hoseok and his friends. And you promised that all the drinks were on you, which made her agree in a heartbeat.

“I’m actually blown away,” Taehyung rubs his eyes.

You feel a bit of pride flare up inside of you; if your friends were already so blown away, you can only imagine the reactions from other people.

“You guys are so nice,” you smile before Taehyung makes it known that you all have to go before the party begins.

The three of you hop into his car as he drives to the place where Hoseok’s hosting his party. It’s at a local bar just down the street from school and when you get there, you see a huge sign with the words ‘Happy Birthday Hoseok’ in bold letters. Well, that’s one way to let everyone know. As Taehyung parks, you realize just how many people are here; birthday boy must’ve really invited everyone.

Walking inside the bar, Hoseok stands front and center and immediately greets you guys.

“Taehyung!” he excitedly says, a bright smile om his face. “Glad you could make it.”

The two of them shake hands before Taehyung wishes him a happy birthday and points to you, “You know y/n and Nana, right?”

“Of course,” Hoseok turns to you and immediately takes in your appearance. You notice his eyes widen at your dress before they meet your gaze. “Glad you guys could make it.”

You redden under his heated look as he reaches a hand out and you return the favor by extending your own too. Taehyung quickly suggests that you all take a picture together before the night gets too crazy and Nana forces you beside Hoseok. You give her a wide-eyed look, but she just smiles. You offer your phone to someone nearby and they tell you four to get into position.

The phone camera flashes while you offer your biggest smile. A few more flashes go off before the phone gets passed back in your direction. You swipe through the pictures, because one is simply not sufficient, and are pleasantly pleased with yourself. You have to admit it, you look pretty good.

“Damn, y/n!” Nana brings the attention to you and everyone begins to ask to see the pictures. But before Nana can pass your phone around, Hoseok tells you that he has to attend to the rest of his guests. At that, you quickly send everyone the pictures.

“I’ll catch you later?” he asks, and you realize he’s talking to you. Heat creeps up your face as you reply with a tentative sure and watch Hoseok walk away.

The moment he’s out of sight, Taehyung and Nana turn to you simultaneously saying that he definitely likes you. And while you’re flattered by the attention, you’re not interested. So you just brush your friends off and walk deeper into the bar. You order the three of you drinks and look at the pictures again.

“I think you should post the pictures,” Nana says sipping her drink.

You raise a brow, “Why?”

“Because you look good,” she talks like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Isn’t it a bit scandalous?”

“No?” Taehyung’s words come out like a question. “I’m posting one of these too.”

“Yeah but it’s normal for you to post stuff like this.” You honestly aren’t one to post suggestive pictures. Your feed is rather plain and simple. Also, you don’t party much either so might just look weird, or are you thinking way too much about this?

“Maybe it will elicit a reaction from that boyfriend of yours.”

Your ears perk up at Nana’s words. “I don’t think he even checks my social media…”

She raises a brow, “Girl, all men check their girls social accounts whether they like to admit it or not. Besides, he posted up pics with his boys earlier…why can’t you?”

She has a point. As the two of you were getting ready before, you scrolled through Jeongguk’s profile and saw that he posted a picture from last night. And it was the same pictures he was always posting—him and his friends with those damn red solo cups. If Jeongguk can post pictures of him at parties, why can’t you?

And at the end of the day, they are just pictures—completely harmless. You quickly scroll through the pictures again and pick the one that you look best in. After editing the picture and adding a witty caption, you press post. As you watch the page load, your heart races. Soon, a text bubble pops up signaling that the picture has been posted and you internally scream.

“Did you do it?” Nana asks, looking over your shoulder.

All you can do is nod and shove your phone away from you. “Can we just forget I did that?”

Taehyung and Nana don’t need to be told twice before ordering a round of shots for you, which you down without a fight.

***

As the night progresses, you actually do forget that you posted the picture.

With your phone on silent and your body a little more than slightly buzzed, you let the music and atmosphere of the bar take you away. By this point, you aren’t sure what time it is or where Taehyung went. You’re betting that he already left, but you’re too absentminded to really care right now. Beside you is Nana, but she’s rather preoccupied with a guy.

You try to grab her attention, to let her know that you need to run to the bathroom, but it’s fruitless so you just leave. In the bathroom, you push open a stall and let out a cry when your phone falls and narrowly misses the toilet. Thank god. Picking up the phone, you suddenly realize how many unread messages and missed phones you actually have…and they’re all from Jeongguk. You briefly run over the messages and see that he’s been leaving message after message for you to call him.

As if the ten missed calls weren’t enough.

Quickly doing your business, you run out of the bathroom and tell Nana that you need to go back to the apartment. But instead of the both of you leaving, she tells you that she’s more than likely not coming back tonight, and you catch the look in her eyes. Before calling an Uber back, you make her promise to text you and then you’re off.

The moment you step through the threshold of your place, you call him. And surprisingly enough, he answers on the first ring.

“Y/n.” As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve missed his voice.

“Hello to you, too,” you dismiss such defeating thoughts and try to remember your anger towards him.

On the other side of the phone, he sighs, “Where are you?”

“At home,” you tell him, kicking off your heels and walking into your bedroom.

“I see…” he says. “So, you’re not out at a party? I saw the picture you posted.”

You release a deep breath. So that’s what this phone call is about.

“Did you just call to chew me out?” you fall onto your bed. “Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to hear it.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Why the fuck do even you care?” you retort. “I see you partying every week too, and do I make a big deal out of it? No. You’re such a hypocrite.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment. He’s so quiet you almost think he’s hung up on you, but before you can say anything else, he asks, “Are you still at the party?”

You roll your eyes, “I told you I’m at home already.”

“Prove it,” he says.

You don’t even know what he’s asking for. How are you supposed to prove you were at your apartment? “What?”

“Skype me.” Oh.

“Isn’t it a little late,” you say, peering at the clock on your wall that reads a little after midnight. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Even though you’re angry at Jeongguk ninety-five percent of the time, that doesn’t mean you don’t care to know what goes on in his life. You know that he has practice every Saturday morning and if he doesn’t sleep, he’ll be a cranky little baby.

“Practice is cancelled tomorrow.” It’s like he’s read your mind or something. And after much contemplating, you tell him you’ll skype him.

Grabbing your laptop from the floor, you can’t deny the anxious excitement you feel. You also can’t deny the fact that you miss Jeongguk desperately, even though he can be an asshole. It’s honestly been so long and you want nothing more than to see his face again. Logging onto your skype account, you click on his little icon and watch as the screen begins to make a call. As it loads and connects, you situate your laptop away from you.

And the moment Jeongguk appears on your screen, you feel an array of emotions. He’s in his room, you can tell from his blue pillows and the posters that line the wall behind him. A part of you wants to cry as dumb as it sounds; it just feels like you haven’t seen him in so long. Your eyes run over the softness of his features before meeting his piercing gaze.

“Hey,” you offer a half-smile.

“Hey.”

“So,” you clear your throat, “as you can see, I am at home…in my room.”

He nods, not looking away from you, “Sorry for doubting you. That picture…just really fucked me up.”

“Why?” you question, shifting your position.

“First of all, you look fucking amazing in that dress,” Jeongguk smirks and you remember that you’re still in Nana’s revealing dress, face heating up. “Second, that guy’s hand on your body was literally too much.”

You’re not sure what he’s talking about, so you look back at the picture and notice that Hoseok’s hand was wrapped rather tightly your waist. “I didn’t even realize.”

“Sure.”

“No, I’m serious,” you look back at Jeongguk. “I barely know the guy. It was his birthday tonight and Taehyung invited me.”

“And you still let him put his hands all over you?” he asks.

Why is he getting so angry about the picture? It was just a photo. Never in all the years you two have been together has he ever been like this. Is he jealous? You haven’t thought to pin him as the jealous type, but perhaps it’s finally showing.

“Are you jealous?” you narrow your eyes as his own widen.

“Of course not,” he brushes you off. “I just don’t like it when guys put their hands all over other people’s girlfriends.”

He’s totally jealous and your heart begins to warm at his words. “I’m your girlfriend?”

You’re teasing him and he doesn’t seem to catch on. “Are you not?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Doesn’t really seem like it sometimes. I mean, you never call me. Aren’t people supposed to call their girlfriends? And I just feel neglected, you know? Like you’re living a completely different life from me—like we’re not even dating.”

“I’m sorry,” he immediately says, wetting his bottom lip. “I just—I’ve gotten caught up with life lately. I mean it when I say I’m going to call, because I really want to, but it doesn’t always happen.”

You’re a bit shocked at his apologetic confession because you were not expecting it. Jeongguk is not usually the one in your relationship to cave in first; you’re usually the one who comes running to him. Maybe he does still care about you in the same way he did all those years ago.

“You’re sorry?” you ask. “Prove it.”

His eyebrows raise at your repeated phrase. “What?”

“If you’re so sorry…show me.”

Where these words are coming from, you literally have no idea. While you cave in first, Jeongguk is way more forward about his intentions. It’s like your roles have switched and you strangely love it. His eyes stare into yours with so much intensity, it almost feels like he’s right here with you and not just on your laptop screen.

You wait for him to say something—do something; the anticipation of his actions have you squirming on your bed.

“Take off the dress,” he suddenly says, voice much lower than before.

Your insides clench as you raise your body to kneel on the bed and unzip the dress, letting it fall into a pile around your knees. Jeongguk lets out a deep breath as he takes in your smooth skin, body only covered by your flimsy underwear.

“I couldn’t wear a bra with the dress,” you smile at his reaction.

“Fuck, y/n,” he swears. “Take off the underwear and sit back on the bed. I want to see you.”

You oblige and fling your last item of clothing onto the floor. You’re about to do as Jeongguk wishes and lay back, but you stop. “I want to see you, too.”

His eyes darken as he pushes his laptop forward to reveal more of himself and peels the white t-shirt off his body. Your eyes drink in the muscles that adorns his body—god, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him like this. You’ve missed this all terribly. After chucking his skirt to the side, he pushes the waistband of his sweats down and reveals his already hard cock.

“Commando?” you smile, body heating up with desire. As you say this, he begins to slowly stroke himself and you swear that nothing hotter has ever graced your eyes.

“Lay back for me baby,” he whispers, and you follow his instructions, leaning back onto your headboard so you can still see him. “Touch that pretty pussy of yours for me.”

And you begin touching yourself, hands rubbing your sensitive clit. The first touch already has you moaning Jeongguk’s name. Fuck; you wish he was here with you right now. You wish it was him whose hands were touching you instead of your own. So you imagine his hands on your body instead and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

“It feels so good,” you moan, watching your boyfriend as he moves his hand up and down his hard shaft. You can see the bit of pre-cum that has already leaked out of his head and you want nothing more than to lick it off. “Jeongguk…”

“You’re so hot,” he forces through clenched teeth. “Stick a finger inside baby. I want to see you fuck yourself.”

You do—you stick one and then another, pretending Jeongguk is actually entering you instead of your fingers. You start with a steady rhythm, slowly moving in and out before going a little faster. Jeongguk begins to match his pace with you and you feel yourself getting close. Your hips begin to buck up into your hands and your palm rubs against your sweet spot.

Sweat begins to bead along your forehead and you use your other hand to rub little circles into your clit again. “I’m so close.”

Jeongguk groans at the image he’s seeing, you desperate for relief. “Cum for me baby; I need you to cum, okay?”

And you can’t help it, you cry as your orgasm hits. It sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, causing your legs to shake. The entire time you ride the high, you’re saying Jeongguk’s name and it isn’t long before his own orgasm arrives. You watch as his face contorts, brows furrowed together and mouth slightly parted, and his load shoots onto his abdomen.

His dark hair is drenched in sweat, and chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. Jeongguk brushes his hair back and grabs his discarded t-shirt to wipe himself. You sit back up on the bed after you catch your own breath and brush your hair to the side.

“Thanks for that,” you tell him, and he laughs.

“Thank you, too,” Jeongguk smiles. “I needed that.”

“Same,” your eyes bore into his and silence passes between the two of you. You know this moment doesn’t change much; there is still a lot of work that needs to be done in your relationship. However, what you do know is that Jeongguk still cares and that give you hope. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more.”

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My Music Teacher nsfw ver

A/N: I've written a suggestive version of this Here, and I decided to write a nsfw version of this. Thanks to my best friend encouraging me, I finally finished writing it. Enjoy reading~

Unedited~

Characters: Kiro x Reader (Odile)

Warnings: NSFW, oral, public sex

Summary: "This room is soundproof, let me hear those sweet noises baby girl."

"I'll give you more points in your music activities... So let hear that... Hngh... Sweet voice..."

The bell rings, signaling that we only have an hour left until I can go home. I sigh while scribbling down my notes. I mean, Kiki's notes.

"Did you hear, we're going to have a new music teacher!"

"Others said that he's so handsome!"

"But too bad that he's going to tech us but only for an hour..."

Looks like that Lucien and Gavin are really famous in this campus. Sighing, your mind starts to wander. Him, pinning you in the table, with him between your legs, sapphire eyes full of lust. Your face turns red

I close the notebook and put it inside my bag. I took out the music text book that Kiki gave me.

*Knock knock*

"He's here!" Hearing those words from my classmates, I look up to see our new music teacher they're talking about. Lifting my head, I saw a familiar golden hair walking in...

'Kiro!?' I bit my lip not to exclaim his name. But what is he doing in here? Damn it, how can I control myself hnggg.

He walks down unhurriedly as the female students whispers. And then a young man sat beside me and smiled. "I guess you're a stand on for Kiki?" He asked, and I nod. "Please tell her that she need to take care of her self." We smiled to each other and a cold shiver ran down my spine.

With a side glance, I saw him looking at us. The student stood up and all of us follows and greets Kiro, "Good afternoon Professor."

"Good afternoon everyone. Since everyone knows me already, I will be your new music teacher, and please call me Professor Zhou." He smiles as the students tries to calm their selves not to scream. His golden hair shines in the afternoon sun and his shinning sapphire eyes that cannot be hidden on those spectacles. He gestures with his hand and all of us sat down quietly.

I ducked my head so that he wouldn't see me, but before I open the book to hide my face, our eyes met.

'Miss Chips' He mouthed and smiled.

My heart suddenly pounds and I broke the eye contact and burry my face in my elbow. Suddenly our conversation last week, popped in my head. He said he will be in a reality show, his character is either a student or a teacher...

"Young miss? Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to reality and found all students looking at me. I cleared my throat and answered. "No Sir." He nods and started to check the class attendance. I didn't knew that the reality show that he mentioned will be held here in Loveland University. And I'm also here because Kiki got a cold and she said she cannot miss this lecture.

As he calls each student's name and all of the female students are getting more and more crazy. Some of them even whispered OMG....

"Kiki."

Huh?

"Is miss Kiki here?" He asked. I raised my hand hesitantly and he nods, putting down the attendance sheet.

He really loves to see me jealous isn't he? Hmph... We'll see...

I pout looking at his back as he walks to the bookshelf.

He took out a book from the shelf near the projector and opens it in a certain page.

"So... Today, we're going to tackle about the Electronic music this 21st century." He starts to discuss and changes slides from time to time. He also asks questions from us about who are the composers and also their works. Until.....

"So, miss Kiki..." I eyes shot up as he tries to hide a smile. "What is the meaning of 'Musique Concrete?'" He asked as changes the PowerPoint slides, hiding his meaningful smile.

This man...

"Musique Concrete means 'Recorded Music.'" I stood up and answered coolly. Something flashes in his eyes as I stand there, head up.

Damn, he's making me wet with that gaze of his.

"Alright~ the answer is correct." He says as he narrows his eyes and went back to lecture. "......" My lips formed into a thin line as I sat down trying to hide my smile. This man, he really loves to tease me...

"Everyone, please take down notes." Only the sound of pages being turned can only be heard. I'm kinda surprised to see them so serious. As expected of my husband. Kiro looks so serious when he's teaching.

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Time flies so quickly...

"Okay, that's it for today students. I hope you will still remember this topic tomorrow, because teacher Lin will be teaching this to you... So thank you everyone for participating in this lecture...."

All of us applaud and we bid goodbye to him. I took my bag hastily and run out from the classroom, earning a chuckle from him.

I open my bag and saw that Kiki's book is not in here... I must have left it in the desk. A female student walk out of the hall and smiled at me. "Oh, is the textbook named Kiki your's right?" She asked.

I only nodded and she told me that the man beside me before took it. I thanked her and she smiled and walks away.

"Miss, you forgot your text book." Someone called out to me suddenly.

I look up and saw the young man from earlier.

I took the book from him and thank him.

He left first while I open the locker just outside the classroom and putting all Kiki's text books.

It's too early to go home, so maybe I'll wait for Kiro. While walking down the corridor, someone grabs me and pinned me in the wall. Looking up, I met Kiro's eyes. He takes my wrists and pins them above my head. Our noses touches as his other hand bunched up my skirt... "Hnngg wait... Somebody might see us hnggg. "Everybody has packed their things and went to their respective club rooms." He says huskily as he smiles naughtily.

"No worries, no one will see us." Kiro freed me and drag me in the dark corridor. He opens the door and closes it. I let go of his hand and run my fingers in the piano. This must be the music room. Sensing his gaze, I turn to him and met his hungry eyes. He walks up to me slowly and pushed me down the big sofa.

Kiro hovers over me and pins my hands above my head. He bends down and started kissing me, unaware of the tie binding my wrists together. He lets go of my hand and starts to run it in my thighs. My moans were swallowed by his lips. Our tongue dances as he pushes my skirt up.

He pulls away and I reach out to him. Seeing that my hand is tied, I whined. "Kiro..." He looks at me with dark lust in his eyes as he unbuttons my blouse. "Miss Chips is so naughty. You're not even wearing a bra." He runs his tongue and sucks my pebbled nipples.

"Uhn.... Mmm..." Biting your lip, you try to stiffle a moan. "This room is soundproof, let me hear those sweet noises baby girl." He whispers huskily in your ear as his hands puts aside the cloth and strokes your folds. "Hah.... Ahh...." Mewling, my heels dugs in the soft cushion of the sofa. Kiro leaves trails of love bites from my neck to shoulders.

His fingers skillfully draws circles in my clit just like in our wedding night. His hands slow but enough to make my knees weak. Unable to move my hands, you call his name. A delicious moan came out from my mouth when he pushes away my panties and buries his face in my heat. His tongue tortures me as I grip the head of the sofa with my tied hands.

My back arches when he pushes a finger in then adds another digit. His tongue skillfully pushes me to ecstacy. He stops when I was near to my release and I moaned in frustration. I look down at him, eyes full of lust. He adjusted himself and I raise my leg and runs it in his erection.

"Odile..." Kiro kisses me and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"I need you... Hubby... Nghh..." I mewled loudly as he leaves another live bite and I started to get more impatient. Then... The door suddenly opens and Kiro hugs me tightly. "Don't say a word." He whispered. "Looks like it was just my imagination..." A young man's voice rang throughout the room. We can hear his footsteps stops and I try to control my breath.

The sound of a phone ringing makes my heart skips a beat. "Hello? Really?" It turns out that It's the student's who has the phone call. I silently sigh in relief but there's a naughty boy above me. Kiro nips at my neck and I nearly cry his name. I glare at him and he just smiles naughtily like a spoiled little boy. The footsteps neared and the rustling of paper can be heard.

"Yes sir. I'll be there." The young man is still in the phone call while Kiro is here pleasuring me like there's no tomorrow. His golden hair tickles my neck and cheeks. I wiggle a little and he bit my shoulders. Biting my lips, I put my tied hands around him. The student's call ended and his footsteps stops outside the door.

Hearing the door closes, we breathe a sigh of relief. Kiro unties my wrist and puts his tie in his pocket. I look at him pleadingly as he smirks. "That was close Miss Chips..." He pulls down his zipper and freed his cock. He bends down and pecks me on the lips. "Kiro plea-ah! Uhn.... Hnggg..." I moaned loudly as he enters me teasingly slow.

I drew him closer to me as he moves against me slowly. His hands pushes my knees down so that he could penetrate more deeper. "I'll give you more points in your music activities... So let hear that... Hngh... Sweet voice..." He sexily whispers and I clenched down at him. His pace fastens, the sound of skin meeting skin and wet sounds can be heard throughout the music room. I'm a whimpering mess when it comes to this man hnggg.

His fingers starts to draw circles in my clit again. My back arches at the way he pleasures me. I've never experienced something way more exciting like this. I call his name as I came, body trembling. He kisses my jaw, the notch of my throat and nibbles on my collarbone. "Odile..." He says my name in a low voice and he bit my earlobes. "Ah hah..hah... Please Ki- Si-sir..."

His pace fastens even more. Just a few more thrusts before he came inside me, making me warm inside. He embraced my trembling form and gives me soothing kisses.

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Kiro sat down in the car where Odile is waiting. It's already 7:00 pm. He turns his head to see her asleep. He takes her small form and wraps his arms around her. "Must be tiring for you sweetheart..." He whispers and kisses her forehead.

He reaches out in the front seat for the blanket, unfolds it and wraps it around her. Kissing her forehead again, he hums happily as he thinks of a plan how to surprise her for the next few days...