#as someone that drinks honey mustard i know he so so would

[sneeb-canons]

heart drinks ketchup packets whole, all in one go, just to see mind's revulsion

and soul does it because he genuinely likes it (which is where heart got the idea from)

Headcanon #257

[lethalwomanly]

Mcr fanfic

Gerard x reader

Gerard sat next you on the couch while watching a film when you felt a pain in your stomach and a familiar sensation down there. You got off the couch and rushed to the bathroom quickly.

Once you were inside, you checked your underwear and just as you feared, your period had started. You groaned quietly, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Of course, before you could finish the thought, Gerard began knocking on the door.

“You okay, honey?”

You grabbed a tampon from under the sink and quickly inserted it, washed your hands and opened the door.

A concerned look was plastered on Gerard’s face. You quickly hugged him, his touch instantly making you feel smaller.

Gee petted your head for about a minute to help you relax, then spoke. “Is it that time of the month, sweetie?” You looked up at him, nodding. You felt non-verbal and physically tired. You didn’t wanna feel extra happy right now like you usually do, you just wanted to be small and be close to Gerard. Maybe just cry.

Gerard took your hand and lead you back to the couch crouching down beside you.

“Does my baby need to be little today? If you do, bunny, that’s okay. Daddy can take care of you.”

“Yes pl…please. Wanna spen day wif daddy n my stuffies.”

Gerard nodded. “I think that’s a great idea pumpkin! How about we watch tangled together with Berry. Have some chicken nuggets.. Maybe some chocolate later? I’ll get you some medicine for your tummy and a heating pad.” Gee squeezed your hand before going into the kitchen to grab a couple things.

Your boyfriend opened one of the cabinets to get a sippy cup for you, one of your pacis, and some Tylenol. He filled the cup up with apple juice then twisted the lid on. He headed to the bedroom to grab your stuffed animal he bought for you.

Once he returned he saw you and Mitch, his cat cuddling on the couch. At first Mitch didn’t like you very much but he warmed up to you eventually. Now sometimes he can’t get the feline away from you.

“Hey, little one, I brought you a sippy, your paci, Berry and some medicine.” He said softly.

“Fank youws dada.” You took the pills in your hands and swallowed them, drinking the apple juice.

“Good job baby! Daddy’s so proud of you. Now… let’s get Tangled on.”

Gerard picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on Disney plus scrolling through all the movies before he found Tangled for you. You two quoted lines together for a good amount of the film, around the snuggly duckling scene, Gerard got up to refill your cup.

“You want some chicken nuggets hon? With some honey mustard?”

You grinned a little, nodding. The pain in your tummy still bothering you a bit.

“The meds will take a little bit to kick in okay, beautiful? Let me start on your chicken nuggets.” He kissed your cheek before heading back into the kitchen.

Your boyfriend grabbed the bag of frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer, opened the bag and put them in the air fryer. You purchased it for his last birthday. You usually would use it yourself pretty often.

About 5 minutes later, he removed them from the tray and put the chicken on a plate for you. Gerard looked in the pantry for honey mustard sauce.

Once he found it, Gerard put some on the plate and filled up your juice again.

He returned back to his spot on the couch, placing the food on the table, holding you close.

“Chicken nuggets and honey mustard for my little honey bear.” He said softly.

“Shhhh I can’ hear da movie, daddy!” You said. Gerard could tell you were deep in little space now. Your boyfriend ran his fingers through your hair as you drank some of your juice and ate your nuggets. You were almost at the end of the movie when a sad scene came on.

“I don like dat Eugene gotta die. Das sad.. Losin someone Chus love..” Your eyes welled up with tears.

Gerard held you close, his thumb rubbing your arm.

“Aw.. I know little one… it’ll all be okay in the end! You’ll see!”

“Otays.” You turned to watch again.

Soon after the movie was over and the credits scene began to play.

“De end!! Can we’s watch tangowed da series toos??”

He sighed and looked at his watch. “I dunno sunshine, it’s pretty close to your bedtime.. maybe an episode or two..” He was tired himself, but wanted to make sure you were feeling okay.

“Yayy!!” You smiled wide and kept your eyes glued to the screen. Except when your daddy gave you a occasional peck on the cheek.

•••

The episode ended and Gerard let out a loud yawn. “Okay, little one, I think it’s time for us to get ready for bed.”

You pouted. You didn’t want to go to bed yet! You were having too much fun.

“Don wanna go tew bed!! Wan stay up n watch movies!!” You frowned at him.

“Baby, please watch your tone with me. I’m going to be nice with you first thing. Please. let’s get ready for bed.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No!”

His face turned dark suddenly. He was not happy with you. This was the last thing he wanted to do tonight. He never enjoyed punishing you.

“Sunshine… I think you need a punishment in time out if you want to continue acting like this.”

You frowned. You felt moody and angry now. All you wanted to do was stay up and your daddy didn’t want you to! You were angry.

“NO I NOT GONNA GO TEW BED. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!”

Gerard sighed. He was disappointed in you. He hated punishing you, but it was what had to be done at this moment.

“That’s it, little one. You’re going into time out in the corner. Now.” His last word spilling with anger.

He grabbed your arm harshly and just about had to drag you to his bedroom. He put you next to the corner, facing the wall and sat you in a chair.

“Now. You sit there for 10 minutes. No talking, giggling, toys, anything. You have to sit here and think about what you did wrong. When time is up, you will go straight to the bathroom, brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Do you understand me?” He stared directly at you, his face almost emotionless but still very stern.

“Y-yes sir…” you said.

“Good.”

Your boyfriend began the clock on his phone, picking up a comic book and reading it while you sat and waited.

Three minutes went by.

“Can I come out yet, daddy?”

“Not yet.”

You groaned. This was so boring. There was nothing to occupy your mind except for your own thoughts. You had an idea. You would just make up stories in your head!

Soon enough, seven more minutes went by and his alarm went off. Gerard closed his book and walked towards you.

“Now… are you going to behave, little one?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Do you have something to say to daddy?”

You thought about your words for a second. “I’m.. I’m sorry.”

“And what are you sorry for?”

He stared down at you, his stern expression still there.

“M sorry for being bad and yelling at daddy.”

He nodded. “Good job baby. I’m proud of you for apologizing.” He gave you a gentle hug.

“Daddy’s sorry for being stern with you. I still love you. Daddy always wants you to do better.”

You wiped the tears forming on your face.

“You’re a good little, bunny. Why don’t you go brush your teeth and daddy will read you a story then we’ll go to bed together, hm?”

“Okays daddy!” You hurried to the bathroom and brush your teeth as quick as you could, taking care of your hygiene things before stepping out into his room.

“Can dada help me get m Jammies on? Please?”

Gerard put down his comic book he’d been reading before and walked over to you.

“Of course sweetheart. You wanna wear the spooky ones tonight?” You nodded. You loved those. They had pumpkins and skeletons all over them. It kind of reminded you of Gerard.

“Okay sunshine. Lift your arms up!” You did as you were told and he took your shirt off. Then put the skeleton shirt on you.

Once it was on, he helped you get your jeans off and

Put your pajama pants on.

“So cute!!” Gerard said. You smiled at him and giggled.

“Okay.. now it’s story time. How about we read one of your favorites. ‘The Little Mermaid’?” You grinned and clapped your hands.

“Yes please!!”

“Okay sweetie.” Gerard opened the book and showed you the picture. “Once upon a time.. there was a little mermaid named Ariel who loved human things…”

• • •

You felt yourself getting more sleepy after the story, Gerard held you close and put the book on the bedside table.

“I love you, sunshine. More than you know. You make me so happy..” Gerard whispered, stroking a couple strands of your hair.

“Goonight dada…”

He kissed your forehead, placing the comforter over the two of you and turning off the light.

“You’re the light in my life, little one…Good night, sunshine. ”

You both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Time to Realize (Pt. 5)

Warnings: Swearing, Grinding (does that need a warning?) If there’s anything else let me know!

Word Counts: 2k+ Words Important Note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately or wholly represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major plot point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be tolerated.

Hand in hand, the duo walked up the driveway of the dingy frat house. The bass of the DJ system was making the house feel as if it were also moving to the beat of the song. “Are you doing okay, bub?” Y/n asked, looking up at Harry as she felt his grip on her hand tighten. “Yeah, I just need to remind myself on occasion that you’re still right here. Beside me,” He responded, more so to himself. “I’m not used to these kinds of things. I’m used to being surrounded by dead souls, not living ones.” “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n said back to him before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling on his hand, y/n continued leading Harry into the house where they saw people dressed up as ketchup and mustard, cats, and the traditional nurses or prisoners. After passing all of the drunken college students and making their way into the cramped house, Y/n spotted Christine dressed up as a sexy nun talking to a sexy cat. “Chris,” Y/n shouted as she walked up to her best friend. “Holy shit,” Christine shouted back when she saw Y/n walk up. “You look like a fucking goddess. Way too good for a mediocre frat party!” “Thank you,” Y/n said before blushing. “You look sexy as hell too, very ironic of you.” “That was the point, sister. Harry! You look like Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious,” Christine said. “That look definitely suits you!”

“Thanks, Chris, do you guys want anything to drink?”“I would love another drink,” Christine shouted, flipping her now empty cup upside down.

“Me too, I’ll drink whatever,” Y/n said before kissing Harry’s cheek and pushing him in the direction of the drinks. “C’mon Chris, let’s go dance!”

Y/n grabbed Christine’s hand dragging her down towards the dance floor. As a DaBaby song played in the background, Y/n and Christine began grinding on each other, letting go of any early semester stress. Soon, DaBaby faded into Drake and both girls were getting thirsty. “Where’s Harry? I thought he was getting us some drinks,” Christine shouted to Y/n.

“He was, I’ll go look for him,” Y/n said as she pulled her hair onto her left shoulder. After climbing the steps of the living room that was converted into a dance floor for the occasion, she noticed him standing by the drink table. The closer she got though, she noticed a girl dressed up as a maid holding on to his bicep.

“Oh fuck no,” Y/n mumbled mostly to herself before walking up to Harry, grabbing his face and kissing him. Hard. As soon as he realized it was her, he instantly relaxed, kissing back just as hard. Though she couldn’t say the words just yet, y/n wanted to convey everything she felt in that kiss; passion, love, and even possessiveness.

“Um excuse me,” the maid said, pulling y/n off of Harry. “We were in the middle of something.” “Back the fuck off,” Y/n said, turning her attention fully on the girl standing in front of her. “He’s mine.” “He didn’t say he had a girlfriend when we were talking,” the girl shouted back. “That’s a fucking lie, I pointed it out instantly,” Harry said, making his presence known. “Yeah, I don’t believe a fucking word you say, honey. And honestly? I’m fucking crazy and if you don’t walk away now you’re going to see firsthand how crazy I get when I’m disrespected,” Y/n said, smiling sweetly at the girl.“Whatever, I don’t need this shit,” the maid said before walking away. “I’ll find someone to fuck without the baggage.”

“Baby, that was so fucking hot,” Harry groaned. “You should get jealous more often.”

“Fucking Hades,” Y/n mumbled, ripping the two drinks from Harry’s hands before walking off to find Christine.

“Wait a minute,” Harry said, gently grabbing onto Y/n’s elbow to get her attention. “Did you just call me Hades?”

“Yeah, I fucking did. Is there a problem?” Y/n asked, turning back around to give Harry her undivided attention.

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“That is your name isn’t it?” “So we just use our God names when we’re mad at each other now?” “I’m not mad at you, Harry,” Y/n said, releasing a frustrated breath. “She had her hands all over you. And I don’t typically feel the need to be possessive towards anyone I’m dating but fuck! I hate this feeling so much!” “Baby,” Harry said, reaching forward and running his hands down the length of her arms, stopping at the solo cups in her hands. “You have nothing to be upset about. I love you, only you. You can show me I’m yours anytime and anywhere you want. And you know exactly why you haven’t felt that before--“ “Hey, Y/n?” A familiar voice interrupted. “Can I talk to you?” “What the fuck do you want, Rowan?” Y/n shouted, the pent-up emotions from the frustration of the girl talking to Harry and her explosive fight with Rowan finally coming to the surface. “I just wanted to apologize,” Rowan said, stepping backward before looking down at his feet. “To whom?” Y/n questioned. “Me, for calling me the fucking campus slut, to Harry for always having a vendetta against him, or both of us, for trying to ruin our relationship before it even began.” “Y/n, baby,” Harry started as he continued running his hands up her arms. “You’re upset, I don’t think you want the conversation with Rowan to be like this. You miss him, don’t take out your anger or frustration that’s toward me, on him.”“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry Rowan, I’m not in the proper headspace for this conversation right now. Can we meet up later this week for coffee or something and talk? I just don’t want to be extra bitchy at you for something you didn’t do.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Rowan said, looking back up at the duo. “Thank you, I’ll see you guys later then. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“My frustration is at you for being so incredibly sexy and me for being a possessive bitch. I definitely didn’t intend on being that crazy though,” Y/n said before leaning up, kissing Harry’s cheek for what felt like the twelfth time tonight. Then whispering into his ear, “I’m sorry for being crazy, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”

Harry let out a low growl after feeling her words go straight to his groin. “Baby, stop it. I’ve been hard ever since you kissed me earlier, please don’t tease me.”

“Be a good boy for me the rest of the night and I’ll give you a reward,” Y/n said back, winking at Harry before turning back around and walking back towards Christine before Harry could say anything in return. “Took you two long enough,” Christine said once Y/n handed the drink to her. “Yeah, we had to deal with some girl hanging all over Harry.” “What a skank,” Christine said, trying to make her friend feel better about the situation. “what did you do?” “She wasn’t a skank, Chris. I would have tried to hit on H too, he’s hot as fuck,” Y/n said, sticking up for the girl. “But I informed her that he was mine and she needed to respectfully back off.” “Respectfully, uh huh,” Chris said before knocking back the rest of her drink. “I love you both, but I think I’m going to try and dance with that prison guard over there.” Once Christine walked away from the couple, Y/n turned towards Harry grabbing his hand and leading him towards the group of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. “Harry,” Y/n said into Harry’s ear once they made it to the dance floor. “Earlier, you told me that I was the Queen of Darkness. I want to show you just how dirty this queen plays.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry groaned as y/n turned around to start grinding on him.Monday morning y/n walked out of the lecture hall on a mission to get to the campus coffee shop. 8 am lectures were her biggest enemy at the moment and with all the crazy life events that she’s encountered within the last week, school was the last thing on her mind. It almost made her feel there was no point in what she was studying. She knew the myths about Persephone, her mom explained to her what her capabilities were and even how to maximize them. So really, what was the point in studying something she had all the tools to do perfectly anyway?

Right now though, y/n wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. Maybe go to a few house parties and finish college experience. After she was tired of that, she would fulfill her role on Mt. Olympus and with her family. School wasn’t the most important thing anymore but she was not ready to miss out on what her early 20s were supposed to bring. Y/n once thought that life was short, and for the mortals it is, but she was not mortal and she had all the time in the world. There was no better time to enjoy herself than right now.

Y/n walked into her apartment to see her boyfriend sitting on her couch concentrating on writing something down on paper. Silently she closed the door, walking into the kitchen to admire him from a distance. Lips pursed; eyebrows furrowed into a menacing scowl that only she could recognize as determination instead of frustration. A year was quite a long time to study someone with no use for the information. Now though, she could put it to good use. Y/n was mesmerized and honestly, beyond turned on by his hard exterior. “What are you working on, mister,” she said as she let her presence be known. Not expecting her to show up, Harry let out a shriek, throwing his pencil into the air. “What the fuck,” Harry yelled after he finished gathering his bearings. Y/n was squatting on the floor laughing hysterically, “I believe that you just screamed like that.” She said in between her laughing fits. “You can’t just creep up on a man who’s trying to be a good student and get his classwork in order.” “Why do you even continue to do school, if I was the only reason you even came here?” Y/n questioned, nudging his arm with her own. “Ha ha,” Harry said, glaring up at her. “You aren’t the only reason I came to school here.” “Mhm,” she said, looking back down at him. “Of course, I’m not.” “Okay, whatever, you’re right. I continue to do school because I feel like it’s a way to be closer to you and not smother you when you need the space.” “You’re so fucking cute,” Y/n mumbles before climbing into his lap on the couch before growing quiet. “What’s wrong, baby,” Harry asked as he noticed her change in body language. Y/n tensed at his question, squeezing him tighter.

“Will you go do something with me this weekend,” She questioned, mumbling into his neck. “What did you have in mind? We could go to the beach? Maybe I could show you some more of the Underworld? Like maybe your throne?” Y/n quickly sat up, narrowing her eyes at Harry. “Do I really have my own throne or is this a euphemism for your face?” “Oh,” Harry said, his neck growing red. “You definitely have a throne in the Underworld but my face can be your throne anytime.” Y/n paused, her face heating up before shaking her head. “Stop it, mister. I’m getting distracted and I don’t want to chicken out and this is important!” “Okay, I’m ready, ask away.” “Would you want to go with me to Boston…my little sister called me and she really needs me there this weekend, I totally understand if you have more important things going on with the Underworld and all but--“ “Baby,” Harry said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You have a sister? How come I didn’t know that?" “Well, she’s technically not my sister, obviously. But we grew up together and she’s basically my sister. I love her to pieces but she starts high school next week and she wants me there to help her get ready and I reallywanthertomeetyou.” “What?” “She’s getting ready for high school--“ “I heard that part. What did you say at the end?” Harry asked. “I really want her to meet you…”

“Of course, I’ll go to Boston with you this weekend. I love you, remember? I would feel honored to meet your sister.”

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

oh. the interview questions for ohm too... please...

of course :)

🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger? Extra pickles, cheese, ketchup, mustard, relish, and lettuce. If he’s feeling extra spicy? Caramelized onions and hot sauce baby. 🍟 [CHIPS/FRIES] How much junk food/sometimes food does your OC eat? Has it affected their health? It isn’t that Ohm eats a lot of junk food, he just eats a lot of take out from Good Hunter. It has not affected his health, its good food! He just doesn’t have time to cook for himself, you know? But he does really.. really love sweets.. He’s fine though! 🍕 [PIZZA SLICE] How good is your OC at sharing? How do they share something if there's not enough supply? Ohm is very good at sharing! Especially food, he’s always offering. Ohm is willing to give up his portion so that everybody else can get enough. 🍦 [SOFT CONE] Where does your OC work? How much are they paid, and would they prefer a different job? Why? He works for the knights! He’s paid handsomely for his work, especially given he’s the town’s clinician. He likes his job :) 🍧 [SHAVED ICE] What's your OC's favourite flavour of edible thing (e.g., strawberry)? He just likes berry flavoured things, mixed berry. He loves sweet fruits. 🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations? He’s never not calm. Or so he says. 🍩 [DONUT] What is your OC's biggest flaw? How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it? His apathy is both a positive trait and a negative flaw. I don’t know if its his biggest flaw though. Maybe how long his hair is lol- 🍪 [BUSCUIT/COOKIE] Does your OC prefer things simple or extravagant? Simple. He’s a bit shy~ 🎂 [BIRTHDAY CAKE] How does your OC celebrate their birthday? With who, and where? He doesn’t like to.. Usually Jean and Barbara make him dinner and a cake, Charles gives him free drinks. But he doesn’t ask for it.. He prefers to sit in his office and read the letters people send him.. He misses his brother ): 🍰 [CAKE SLICE] How does your OC change as you get to know them? He becomes less friendly, but not in a negative way. In a more genuine way? He doesn’t necessarily get more open, but he gets more real and personable. 🧁 [CUPCAKE] If you had to describe your OC using flavours, how would you (e.g., 'they're very sweet')? Ohm is very uh.. idk no flavour really describes him? Fresh? Sweet? To some degree, I don’t know. MINTY. 🥧 [PIE] What's the longest journey your OC has gone on? What was it for? Did they succeed? (Looks at all the crimes he committed in Snezhnaya that one time) couple of months. And no he didn’t succeed. 🍫 [CHOCOLATE BAR] What can't your OC ever quit? His crippling need to save everybody at the cost of himself and everything he holds dear? 🍬 [LOLLY/CANDY] What would your OC like to receive for Valentine's Day/as a token of love? Honestly a day off and a nice warm bath. Maybe cooking with his partner? 🍭 [LOLLIPOP] Would your OC ever share food with someone? Always<3 a great part of eating out with friends or loved ones is being able to try new things with no real risk to you! So Ohm is happy to share something from his plate to get a bite from yours 🍮 [CUSTARD] Expensive restaurants or cheap store-brand microwave meals? Like a $$ restaurant maybe? Yk? 🍯 [HONEY] At what point does someone seem sickly sweet to your OC? Just... Too much.. Too forward, you know? He appreciates forwardness, but there’s a limit. Luckily Ohm isn’t afraid to set his limits and boundaries.

[moon-sang]

Hi! I recently saw your requests open from someones reblog could I request something?

So it's Din x reader (can be gender neutral) and the reader has Leukophobia, Haphephobia, or Achluophobia and Din just being rlly cute and trying to help the reader get over their fears.

ilysm! <3

I’ll go with Haphephobia since it was underlined. :)

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗠𝗲 ~ Din Djarin x Reader

SUMMARY: Din is determined to help you with your haphephobia (fear of being touched.)

WARNINGS: Reader has a phobia (haphephobia), reader is gender-neutral, fluff, angst, Soft!Din deserves a warning. Pls tell me if I miss anything!

~~~~~~~~~

He found out on a mission.

He was chasing a bounty and it was the first time you hadn’t worn a long- sleeve top. The bounty managed to slip past him and get behind you. Din had grabbed you to pull you out of the way... instantly noticing the way you froze up under his touch. Weird? It wasn’t until later on the Crest he found out about your intense fear of being touched. Ever since that day... he was determined to help you.. trying to get you used to him touching you. Whether it was a pat on the shoulder, holding hands, or giving you the kid to hold for as long as you could. 

~~~~~~~~~~

It was day 2 of trying to overcome your fear. Din really wanted to help you.. you could tell, but you didn’t know if you were up for it. 

“I want you to put your hand in mine... and when you want to pull away, I want you to keep it there for 2 seconds longer, then pull away.” Din gently explains to you, as you sat on crates. Just thinking about doing this was scaring you.. but you would at least try it for Din. Din tugs off his mustard yellow gloves. Golden tanned skin reveals itself and your lips part as your eyes drink in his skin tone. He nods his head, encouraging you to touch his hand. At first your hand doesn’t move. Eventually you forced yourself to move your hand a little closer, every now and then you would pull away briefly and then slowly move forward again. Eventually your shaky hand hovered just above Din’s bare hand. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Your heart rate quickens and you can’t find it in you to go any closer. “Din... I can’t!” You cry out, instantly yanking your hand back from where it was, so close to his. “Yes you can, sweet girl... come on, try again.” He soothes. His voice was like honey dripping, despite the modulator muffling up his actual voice. You take in a shaky breath. “O-ok” you huff out. Your hand makes it’s way back to Din’s. Again it hovers over his hand. At first you take it easy on yourself. You allow your pointer finger to trail down until it makes contact with his outstretched hand. The pad of your finger traces down the creases in his palm, watching your finger in absolute terror. Pull away, now! Your head screamed at you. You waited for another two seconds before snatching your hand away, hand trembling. “That was good cyare... do you think your could put your whole hand in mine now?” He practically whispers. You violently shake your head. You could barely keep your ONE finger on his palm... how were you going to keep your whole hand in place? “I think you can.. because I know you’re brave.. remember you saved me from Gideon that one time? Hmm? That was brave... if you can save me from an insane imperial who wants to experiment on babies... i’m sure you can hold my hand.” he encourages. Your lower lip trembles and you can feel how tense your body has become. “Come on, it’s ok.” Din says again. You swallow the thick lump that managed to form in your throat and instead of taking it slow this time... you squeezed your eyes closed, turned your head to the side, and pushed your hand into Din’s. All the way. Din didn’t expect you to do it so quickly. He can feel as you shook in his hold. Reluctantly Din rubbed soothing circles over the back of your hand. He could almost hear how scared you were. Panting, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip wobbling. Din sighs. “That’s enough for today, mesh’la, you did better today.” He applauds, smiling under his helmet. He let go of your hand and your breathes became more controlled again. “Thank you... Din.” You whisper. Din nods. His way of saying ‘you’re welcome’

[asweetprologue]

Food of the Continent

Alright kids this is a little different from my normal stuff and entirely self indulgent! I recently worked on a fic that involved mention of quite a bit of food, and me being myself, I put a decent amount of research into it. I decided to compile that for those who, like me, get to a scene where the boys are eating and find themselves at a loss. What would a medieval witcher and bard eat on an average day? I’ve based my findings on medieval Poland, which isn’t, obviously, the Continent. If you want to add potatoes to your fantasy world, go ahead! The Witcher 3 certainly did. But if you’re looking for accuracy, please see an extensive list of medieval appropriate foods below the cut! 

Medieval Polish Cuisine

Meat

Pork

Beef

Poultry

Fish

Royalty/Nobility only: Venison

Most common: Pork, Beef

Breads

Rye bread - Used mostly commonly for trenchers

Common white bread - Often used for harvest feasts

Rusks or binavice - A hard tack-like bread used for soldiers' rations

Manchet breads - Essentially wheat rolls

Boiled breads (bagels, ring pretzels) -  Also called circuli or bracellus if you don’t want to say that Geralt is eating a bagel, but he could have! They were a very common street food.

Rogale or crescent rolls

Most common: Trenchers, white wheat rolls

Vegetables  

Field peas

Cabbage

Onions

Fava beans (used for animal fodder, peasant food, and flour)

Mushrooms

Leeks

Beats

Kale

Lentil (lower class food, often stewed)

Parsnips

Cucumbers (treated as a fruit, a type of melon)

Skirrets

Rutabagas

Turnips

Radishes

Lettuce

Alexanders

Carrots (VERY rarely)

Most common: Peas, cabbage, onion; parsnips and skirrets in the winter

Notes: Pickling and dry storage were extraordinarily important for surviving the winter months. Peas could be saved dry and reconstituted by soaking them in water, and cabbage was turned into sauerkraut. Also note the lack of potatoes! Anytime you think of potatoes in a meal, substitute them for turnips.

Fruits and Nuts

Apples

Pears

Plums

Cherries

Hazelnuts

Strawberries

Blueberries

Raspberries, sloes, cranberries, and rowans (all used to make juice or in fermented beverages)

Raisins

Almonds (expensive)

Figs (expensive)

Most common: Apples, pears

Notes: Serves always after the main meal, fresh or cooked. Apples were often dried and eaten year round, or made into a butter and jarred. While not part of the Polish diet, I posit that more exotic fruits like oranges (used for cooking, not eating), peaches, lemons, and dates could probably be brought north from Nilfgaard, but they would be more rare and expensive the further north you went!

Herbs

Parsley (helps kill the onion smell)

Dill

Garlic

Mustard

Fennel

Most common: Parsley and dill

Oil

Lard

Butter

Poppy and hemp oil

Notes: Butter and lard were extremely important. Medieval people burned a lot of calories, so fats were a critical part of their diet. Almost every meal would have been smothered in some kind of animal fat, unless it was a Friday.

Drinks

Honey water/milk

Hydromel (similar to mead, less alcohol)

Mead

Ale

Wine

Desserts

Placki, flat cakes

Tortae, high quality desserts made only with high grade bolted flour. Could have been a type of strudel with rich cheese based filling. Also could refer to small, flat cakes. Also could have been similar to cheesecake.

Marzipan (expensive)

Notes: In a contradictory fashion, when you read sweetmeats, that means desserts. It usually refers to a highly sugary confection, such as candied fruits or nuts. Sweetbread on the other had, does refer to meat, and is made from offal. I know. 

Common Dishes Gruel of mixed grains - Side dish, served with meat and a wheat bread Courtier's Pottage - One pot dinner made with millet, peas, bacon, onion, vinegar and parsley. Would have been quite thick due to the millet. Extremely common. Parsnip, Leek, and Alexander Stew - Common in early spring, typical one pot meal for a noble family. Served with cheese dumplings. Pears stewed with Cucumbers and Figs Chicken baked with Prunes - Common in noble establishments. Either cooked in a covered pot, or wrapped in dough to form a kind of giant turnover on festive occasions. Ham stewed with Cucumbers - A rich dish made with butter, onion, beer, and cucumber, raisins, and cranberries. Sour cream was added to the stew to thicken it. Lentils and Skirrets with Bacon - Stew Beer Soup - A classic stew made with leeks, cabbage, flour, beer, eggs, and cheese Fish Aspic - A kind of savory gelatin, usually used as an ornamental component of a larger banquet display Game stewed with Sauerkraut - Bigos, served at royal banquets. Peasants probably had their own versions using pork or beef instead of venison. Crepes - Probably served not as a dessert but during dinner, with beer soup and cheese or fish aspic. Krepel - Flat cake of layered cheese and bread, fried and served with strawberries or fruit Praskury - Wafers Apple flat cake - Essentially like an apple pizza Honey cakes - Kind of flat cake saturated with honey.

If your characters are eating Breakfast, they're probably eating millet porridge, eggs, or bacon. If they are eating Lunch, they are probably eating trencher bread with lard or cheese or soaked in beer, or stew. If they are eating Dinner, they are probably eating some kind of meat, usually pork or beef, with vegetables like cabbage, peas, onions or parsnips, either in some kind of one pot stew or plain. Desserts are almost always sweetened with honey, and include fried breads and wafers.

Roadside meals would probably consist of fresh meat from hunts (mostly poultry and rabbit), either roasted or put in a stew; rusks, eaten plain or soaked in water or ale; wild berries or apples; reconstituted peas; sauerkraut; and root vegetables like parsnips, turnips, radishes and onions that would save well over several days. Wild parsnips could probably be found easily in the Northern Realms.

I hope this was helpful to someone! This is meant to help you generate ideas, not to be used as a strict guide for what to include in your fics. This is fantasy, so you can absolutely do whatever you want, and besides that it will always be hard for us to be accurate about what exactly went on in the medieval kitchen. However I hope this helps give you an idea about what the average tavern might be serving, and you can worry a little less about what to include in those pesky meal scenes. 

Source: Food and Drink of Medieval Poland by Maria Dembinska, English translation by William Woys Weaver

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— until we meet again, preciosa

PAIRING || bishop losa x black!ofc, miguel galindo x black!ofc (mentioned)

SUMMARY || She’s not his, and she won’t ever be, so he leaves her with words whispered like a promise. “Until we meet again, preciosa.”

TAGS || angst, unresolved feelings, not a hea, mentions of toxic relationships, sex (referenced).

WORD COUNT || 1.6k

Shadowy clouds hang overhead, blocking out the warming glow of the Sun. Raindrops pelt the roof above, drumming a beat of their own before pooling down to the concrete paved streets below. Isis watches stray droplets gather on the tall windows for several moments before stepping out onto the covered balcony. It felt colder than usual inside the three-story, Spanish-style shophouse, but outside it’s the opposite-- balmy, earthy. The air is heavy with humidity, so she has to take deep breaths, but she doesn’t enjoy it any less. Invigoration comes with the rain, brings hope for new beginnings, renews faith for the hopeless.

Down below, people dart between vendors to continue their shopping as the rain lightens. Colorful rays spring from puddles up towards the sky. A pair of young siblings splash each other while their mother sells delicious smelling tamales wrapped in banana leaves. Another young woman peddles gold necklaces, praying candles, and other little knick-knacks to the tourists of Sonora. Everybody has to make a living, including Isis.

She spends her days stroking the strings of a guitar or the keys of her piano, helping patrons of the music shop in between. The ground floor of the shophouse boasts string instruments and an extensive collection of vinyl records. After hours, she makes money hosting private piano lessons. She performs at the Discoteca down the street on weekends, fueling her passion for music almost 24/7 except when Preciosa is closed for ‘maintenance’.

Overstock merchandise and whatever else the Mayans’ Motorcycle Clubs needs to store clutters the second floor. Don’t ask, don’t tell is her motto, so whenever they come to the shop, she simply flips the sign to closed. There’s no point in fighting it. Besides, El Presidente always makes it a bearable, if not pleasant, experience. Bishop had called ahead to warn her that he was bringing Hank, Angel, and the new prospect, Angel’s baby brother, along. She could hear them bumping around, a noisy reminder that her shop only thrived because of the illegal deals happening in the back.

“Why don’t you put all that time and energy into something that’ll get you somewhere?” Being a musician wasn’t an acceptable career in her mother’s eyes, so the woman took every chance she could to crush her daughter’s dreams. “Nobody wants to hear all that noise!” Staring out into the street, she can’t help but wonder where she would’ve ended up if her mother had been supportive. Maybe she could have been a star rising to the top of Billboard charts or someone who worked behind the scenes, writing songs, singing demos. She had the skill set. Yes, her path would have been much different.

Isis had stood front and center, crooning out an old school blues song at a hole-in-the-wall spot when Miguel Galindo first laid eyes on her. It was a chance meeting, one that felt like fate at the time because dive bars weren’t his scene. The owner was a business associate who decided to try his hand at being a restaurateur; Miguel had been kind enough to come out and support. When he caught sight of her shapely frame in a slinky, satin number, he insisted on being introduced.

Miguel stood out in a crowd, wearing a tailored button-down, dark dress pants, and an expensive pair of Italian leather shoes. His salt and pepper beard groomed to perfection, hair gelled so that no strand was out of place. The moment she’d looked into his eyes, she was caught in his web. His masculine scent drew her in like honey to a bee. His charisma held her attention. Miguel sweet-talked her all night, insisting Isis sit next to him, eat h’orderves, and drink overpriced champagne. She obliged. Who could say no to that face? He used their close proximity to reel her in like a fish on a hook, leaning down to whisper in her ear. You’re beautiful. He told her. You have such a smooth, seductive tone. You should be performing for bigger crowds. Have you ever thought about branching out? He told her everything her mother never had, so she was a lamb to the slaughter.

For months, Miguel had treated her like his very own LifeSize doll to play with. He took her on shopping sprees, kept her draped in silk and lace. Isis didn’t think of herself as materialistic, but she couldn’t deny being showered in gifts felt splendid. He was always so tender, handling her delicately as his newest prized possession. As time went on, she became more like an ornament. Something for him to marvel at when he felt like it and then hide away the rest of the time. But nothing was worse than him leaving her to harden after he was finished molding her like clay. She asked for more—time, commitment, only for him to do the opposite.

Thus, Preciosa was born. A way for him to placate her and later make it easier for the M.C. to make him money.

“Just a few more minutes, and we’ll be out your way.” Isis jumped at the sound, turning away from the street to see Bishop. She hadn’t heard him come outside; didn’t expect him to venture up into her personal space.

Isis’ smile rarely reached her eyes, Bishop noticed. He stepped forward, holding a velvet box that felt heavier than it was. Her fingertips tickled him as he passed it over. Diamonds surrounded in white gold gleamed as the clouds cleared away for the Sun. Even Bishop could admit the set was gorgeous, but she didn’t look impressed. He hated being Galindo’s delivery boy, watching the way her face fell when the gifts she received became increasingly impersonal with each week. Not long ago, he’d also been tasked with passing along handwritten love notes or antique music sheets that she caressed like she would a lover’s skin.

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t hide her disappointment from him. Not for lack of trying-- Miguel always reminded her, appearances were everything. Smile. Don’t make me look bad. But Bishop watched her closely, knew her tells. Despite every nerve in his brain urging him to walk away, he steps forward to stand next to her. His calloused hands rest on the balcony’s edge next to her delicate pair, brown in varying tones of sepia and mahogany contrasting against the white paint.

Bishop feels the heat of her eyes on his frame, but he doesn’t let himself respond. Sharing this moment, a quick breath of fresh air will have to be enough. But she’s all around him, smelling of florals and sweet spices. He can’t think. He fumbles with his pockets in search of a cigarette. “You mind?” She shakes her head but is otherwise silent. Still watching him as he smokes; the way he takes long, steady pulls, cradling the stick between his full lips and then between his strong, veined fingers. She would bet her last dollar that he was an expert at other things involving his fingers and mouth.

When his hand drops again, she links her pinky with his, hesitant but exploratory.

Bishop looks at her, really looks at her like he sees her. It’s nice to be seen, especially when you’re the princess locked up far, far away from everyone you’ve ever known. She’s a black girl from Texas living in Sonora for goodness’ sake. This is no life, and she knows it. Several moments pass where neither can look away, both weighing their desires with the potential consequences.

With a deep breath in, she musters up the courage to ask Bishop what she’s been wanting to for months.

“Stay?”

Her heart feels like it might just explode while she waits for a response.

Bishop drops his head to his chest, cursing under his breath. “Fuck.” If Miguel ever found out… But he already knew what his answer would be. He’d been waiting for the invitation. The heated looks they exchanged, the way her fingers lingered on his when he passed her something. That damned pout she wore when Miguel forgot to send a flower arrangement-- she had no idea Bishop had been the one buying the flowers for some time now. No matter what mood she was in, fresh flowers always brightened her day. He loved watching that lonely look transform into something more lively, curious as she marveled over his choice for the week. He went for variety, slowly learning what she loved and what she just liked; her favorite color, favorite scent.

The subtle tension between them, he wasn’t even certain she noticed. The cash and the bling could’ve blinded her to all other men. But it didn’t.

When the Sun had gone down several hours later, and the guys were gone, Bishop redressed. Belt buckling with a clink, leather sliding over his shoulders easily. He let himself take one last look at her wrapped up in a poofy comforter set. The mustard-yellow velvet complimented her skin in the best way, bringing out a gold undertone. Her eyes seem to have brightened as well. He couldn’t resist leaning over to stroke her sweaty skin. Dark coils stuck to her beautiful face, frizzy in some parts from when she rode him, sweat escaping from her pores, flat in the others from when he laid her on her back and hooked her legs over her shoulders.

He wants to stay, to prop himself up against the intricately carved wood headboard and hold her in his lap while they whisper sweet nothing to each other, but he can’t.

She’s not his, and she won’t ever be, so he leaves her with words whispered like a promise. “Until we meet again, preciosa.”

NOTES || This fic and the collage above was inspired by @isisafrofairy’s gorgeous moodboard! Also, the wonderful “Until we meet again, preciosa” line is hers as well. This is my thank you for the moodboard you made for me. I really leaned on the pictures you used for inspiration and I think I managed to capture/include each element. It was so hard not to ruin the surprise, but I was able to shut tf up for once 😂 I’m really proud of how this turned out, and hopefully you enjoy it just as much! Also, I realize the moodboard had nothing to do with Miguel but he lives in my head rent-free apparently 🥴

GENERAL TAGLIST || @woahitslucyylu @briannab1234 @sheeshgivemeabreak @breakingnewsin-no-oneasked @angelreyesgirl @blessedboo @glimmerglittergirl @apantherinmypastlife @brownsugarcoffy @marvelmaree @starrynite7114 @scuzmunkie @thewarriorprincessxo @sadeyesgf @pearlkitten33 @imanerdychubbyqueen @literaturefeen @ourlittlesecretsoveragain @everyhowlmarksthedead @yourwonkywriter @trulysuccubus @sparklemichele @luckyharley1903 @thesandbeneathmytoes​ @amorestevens​

MAYANS M.C. TAGLIST || @cant-decide-at-this-moment

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Hold My Hand- Illumi x Reader

OMG thank you! My first international fan! Thank you for this wonderful prompt! This was requested by @illucilfer .

Summary: Today’s story takes place in a 1950s diner by a frequently used Interstate; Interstate 95. We know this dinner for its delicious hamburgers, hot dogs, milkshakes, and jukebox records, but every night one Patreon never returns home. A few men who were angry about your recent arrest have shot you both. As you both stare at each other exchanging mental signals, everyone around you tries to help you to the hospital. Y/N is narrating the story. I seem to have fewer grammar errors that way. FYI, Bold and italicized font will reference a thought or flashback.

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The leaves have turned bright yellow and orange, fluttering every second to the ground. I could hear little children a while away laughing and playing in the community park; throwing up the leaves, jumping into piles, and throwing them at each other. The smell of freshly baked donuts brightened everyone’s mood. All you had to do was take one bite and your face would brighten and crack a smile. Dining at Cupid’s Kitchen will always have your heart and interest.

Interstate 95 was always heavy with traffic during this time of year. The folks of Dallas celebrated mulch annually. The “Mulch Fest” was a street fair that stretched 1.5 miles to the east that contained music, drinks, farmer panels, homemaker Q&A, and other activities that southerners enjoy. Illumi and I are only here because of an unfinished assignment. We have worked night and day for countless days trying to catch Jack “Da Hamor” Gilberton, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I allowed my anger to get the best of me and made the executive decision to take a day off. I barred Illumi from searching, tracking, or any form of hunting for our target. The life of a bounty hunter and an assassin can thrill, but it can drive you insane if you allow it.

Ironically, Illumi and I both enjoy fall. It is perfect for cuddling (although he acts as if he’s too good to cuddle), wearing creative hoodies, going to pumpkin patches, and attending apple orchids. I tend to “lose my cool” when we have dates there. When I was a child, my family did not go on trips like these because they were over an hour away from our home and I had 5 siblings. But once I made money for myself, I made it my mission to go to one at least 5 times out of the year. Illumi enjoys the different fudge, hot cider, and candy apples. He almost broke a tooth on one!

“Say cheese snag-a’-tooth!”

“Stop it. It’s not funny!”

“It is! Could you imagine if you lost your two front teeth? You’d look almost adorable as you did in the 1st grade!”

“How did you know about that?”

“Duh! It happens to everyone, but your mother showed me the pictures, of course.”

“Curses!”

Illumi’s sweet tooth is just like Killua’s; both have a weakness for chocolate. Except, Killua will admit defeat while his older brother keeps denying it.

Cupid’s Dinner has been in Dallas for over 55 years. A black woman established it in 1945 by the name of Mary-Lou Benson. Since then, Mary’s family has been running the shop, making sure all of her customers are happy with the service. During the turn of each season, Cupid’s Dinner gives its customer's food options based on the season. The fall options include donuts, candy apples, different flavored cider, fudge, and hot coffee specials. As much as everything looked appetizing, I could not order it all. Our server, Little Ben, placed our drinks in front of us and handed us the menu. I could tell he was happy with his line of work, just as I was to be with Illumi.

“You all take your time. I’ll be back in five.”

Ilumi glanced on both sides of the room, scanning for Jack Gilberton, already forgetting the agreement we established.

“Illumi, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“You keep looking around like you’ve seen Da Hamor. Eat your donut and relax, sweetheart.”

“I cannot relax. I must stay on alert.”

“If I can relax, so can you. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. If I die, it’s on your head… literally.”

The jingling bell rang almost every second when a customer walked in. It was a joy to everyone's ears; the spirit of Mary Lou-Benson was alive and well. An overwhelming feeling of love seemed to have overtaken the diner. After examining the bistro for quite some time now, each customer had been using their cellphones at the table instead of chatting with their families. Many traditional families hated that about this generation but they should be open to new traditions forming. Illumi dislikes using cell phones or tablets at the table unless we use them for missions. He has emphasized how rude it is to be surfing the web about utter nonsense while someone is speaking. This is a pet peeve of his, something I’ll never step on his toe about. Although I think that is overdoing it, I respect it.

Little Ben served our table quickly, leaving us with two dishes of a classic chicken sandwich, kettle chips, one chocolate, and vanilla milkshake. Milkshakes were my weakness; I nearly foam at the mouth when I see one. When I found out that Illumi had NEVER had a milkshake, I almost fainted.

“No. I’ve never had a milkshake.”

“Huh? You’re missing out, pal.”

“What’s the big deal? Isn’t it frozen milk?”

“Not just frozen milk. You can add many flavors, toppings, and whip cream!”

“Well, then. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

We thanked Little Ben for his service as he clocked out for the day.

“I have to admit these sandwiches look very appetizing.”

“You can say that again!”

Before I nibbled on my sandwich, I wanted to take a moment and adore the man before me; Illumi Zoldyck. A man full of mysteries, professionalism, skill, and talent. His enormous eyes were immersed in the large pieces of chicken in between the sourdough bread. He licked his index finger vigorously; allowing the homemade honey mustard to drip enough from the bread to the plate in between licks. Just the sight of him actually relaxing for once has blown me away. For once, Illumi Zoldyck could be himself and I had the privilege to witness it.

“Um… why are you staring at me? Do I have food on my face,” he asked; violently wiping his mouth off with a provided cloth napkin.

“Oh! Ha, ha; no reason. I wanted to see your reaction after drinking your milkshake. That’s all.”

“Why? It’s just a drink.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Babe? What happened to LuLu or Illumi-Lu?”

I gasped and pretended to be surprised… although I was a little.

“I did not know that you liked those pet names. I assumed it mortified you.”

“Who told you that? That never rolled off my tongue. “What I said was” — He bent closer to the table and to me; glancing both to the right and left to ensure no wandering ears were around — “I prefer Illumi-Lu to be said in the bedroom and LuLu when we’re alone, like how we are right now.”

“Aww…. ok,” I yelled in excitement.

“Don’t blow it out of proportion, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

As we ate, Illumi hummed along to the tune that played a few times on the restaurant's jukebox. Illumi and I were born in the mid-90s, but listening to 50s music was a part of his aesthetic. I was told that he had an “old soul” which sounds romantic at first until you realize how men were during that era. His raging temper was a noticeable toxic trait, but it has drastically improved. Nonchalantly sipping on his milkshake and then eating more of his chips, he grazed the soft part of his left hand over mine as he continued to hum.

“What’s the name of this song? You seem to know it rather well.”

“Put your head on my shoulder, a famous song from the 60s. I heard my parents sing it once and since then, they have addicted me to it. Do you like it?”

“Yes, in fact, I love it. All of this is—”

“A surprise to you? Well, enjoy it while it lasts because once I find Jack Gilberton, this side of me will hide for a while.”

“Understood.”

Damn! I was just feeling connected to him again!

The music swelled; everyone seemed to be happy. Not an evil spirit insight to disrupt this beautiful moment. For once in my life, my raven-haired beauty actually held my hand tight, stole a few of my barbecue kettle chips, and gazed into my eyes harmlessly. His lips brushed against both of my hands, ever so lightly placing kisses on both sides of them. Illumi’s gentle smile warmed my heart as my lingering thoughts of hope stayed intact.

The welcoming bell jingled again. Two men in black leather jackets, stone-washed blue jeans, and tattooed all over their arms came into the diner. The men seemed to be bikers who had just left their own “spot” but one thing struck me as they continued to walk towards the staff. They both wore sunglasses when the sunset for the day. Not to mention that the lights were not dim in the diner and the moon was as bright as ever. The second man had his eyes glued in my direction. My heart beat faster as I wondered if Jack Gilberton had found us. Could you imagine?

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me you love me too

I am used to coming in contact with enemies on my hit list, but given Jack’s criminal history; I felt like I may not survive his attacks. Illumi will survive, but just barely. Both men approached the checkout, crowing over Little Ben’s sister. She was a short woman but full of might, and I could tell by the shakiness in her voice she was frightened. I wanted to step in so badly, but I didn't want to blow my cover just in case it was, in fact, Jack Gilberton. After I assume, ordering food, both men stood by the entrance, blocking it from others from entering and leaving. The sound of their old, beat up-lighters crackled as one lit a joint and the other lit a cigarette. This horrid smell ruined the atmosphere because they were not in a designated area and it drowned out the lovely aroma of the food being served.

“If you gentlemen would like to smoke, you need to go outside. There is no smoking in here.”

“What? You think you’re better than me because you don’t smoke?”

“Huh? I never said that, sir. I asked for you to go outside. Not all of our customers can deal with it.”

They did not move a muscle. The sound of their mucous laughter made everyone’s stomach turn. They laughed at the young girl and called her many slurs. Little Ben’s sister didn’t flinch, nor did she cry; she remained still, staring at the men. I had just enough of their obnoxious behavior.

“If you do not leave, I will call the police.”

“The hell you won’t.”

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

He drew a gun from his left side. He aimed it at Little Ben’s sister and demanded that she emptied the drawer. She refused. Her stone, iron will reminded me of Illumi; no matter the circumstance, they remained intact, determined to fight until the end. Bravery is always encouraged, but too much will cause your life to be taken away. Little Ben’s sister grabbed a fake till that they kept under the real one and threw it at both men. Fake money fluttered everywhere in the small diner, mimicking confetti. Gunshots rang in all directions as the imbeciles recklessly shot, aiming for Little Ben’s sister. Everyone threw themselves on the ground to avoid being shot, but luck cannot spread itself throughout an entire room of people. A young child, an older man, and another worker were shot in their lower leg. Blood reflected from the ground as it continued to seep. Ignoring injured civilians is a jackass move and continuing to deny the fact would prove that the oath I pledge to meant nothing. Sure, bounty hunters must remain hidden, but if someone is injured, I must help them.

The child was lying lifeless on the polished marble floor. He would not respond to my shaking or my silent whispers. When I rolled him over, my heart broke into a million pieces. This child had no chance of survival; a few bullets struck his chest, one just inches away from his heart. A tear rolled down my cheek.

“Why must the good die young,” I whispered to myself.

“... Because snitches get stitches.”

Before I could gain sight of who stated this utterly corny response, I felt an overwhelming amount of pain in my lower back. It felt like a million tiny needles were jabbed so far through my skin that they entered my intestine. I could still hear, but my body would not move. I tried and tried, but my brain would not signal my legs.

Move! Move, damn it!

It’s odd; I could hear myself talk, but my body would not move at all. The sound of another thudding body made my mind jump. My heart had already been pounding enough to try to resuscitate my organs to move, but a familiar semi-blurring sight of none other than Mr. Illumi Zoldyck cleared my sight. My brain went wild. I didn’t know if Illumi died or if he became paralyzed, but one thing is for sure. We finally made eye contact that felt special; something I hadn’t felt since the day I met him. Our contact felt like magnets; an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, my icy hand felt warmth around my palm and fingers. Illumi simultaneously fell in a way that connected our hands. Our unbreakable bond, the warmth of his fingers laying on top of mine, and the gaze we shared somehow made me feel like it was just the two of us alone. I could hear his thoughts loud and clear; thoughts that came from the heart.

“Please help me. Before it’s too late, LuLu,” I cried, thinking I was going insane. “I don’t want to leave if it means leaving you behind.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

“Please! I want to live a life. Life as a bounty hunter, build a support system to our children, and a good lover is all I want to be.”

“You are a warrior and so am I. We have been through worse. This is nothing.”

Mere eye contact is all we need to exchange wandering conversations. The bond that we’ve created is something so strong that I haven’t realized it until now. The warmth emitted from his loose grasp seems to lose its effectiveness. It blurred my vision beyond recognition, leaving Illumi as a near figment of my imagination.

“Oh no. I guess this is it.”

My vision darkened. Illumi was slipping away as my lingering thoughts almost made my heart give out from exhaustion. I was ready to accept my fate, but it seemed like fate had other plans. My vision was still darkening by the second, but my sense of touch remained there. Smooth fingers outline my arms, torso, and chest. I heard muffled voices yelling and screaming about calling for assistance, but I didn’t care if they came or not. I made peace with my life’s end. Bit by bit, my breathing slowed down, but my sense of touch remained heightened. I felt a rubber glove touch my face and neck, examining it for any damage.

The jukebox continued to play Illumi’s favorite song, Put Your Head on my Shoulder. I remembered the day I laid my head on his shoulder; boy, what an endearing moment that was. It was something I took for granted, something I should have savored, for I never knew that this moment would have happened. The song grew muffled by the second verse. That verse repeated every time I tried to force myself to take what felt like my last gaze at my raven-haired beauty.

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

-FIN.

A/N: Since you’ve made it to the end, I’ll say something. The reader did not die in the end. They were later revived at the hospital.

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Spider Bites (JJ x Reader)

Description: The reader and JJ are secretly dating, until one day their love for each other leaves a few marks that don’t go unnoticed by their friends.

Request: You’re my new favorite writer across all the fandoms I’m in, and Could it be? AMAZING! I would like to request something for whenever you have time? I was just thinking something along the lines of you and jj secretly dating but the other pogues have suspicion and one day they suggest to go swimming and you forget that the night before jj covered you with hickeys so you strip into your swimsuit and everyone sees and just stares and jokingly makes fun of you and jj

Spider Bites

It was almost midnight and your boyfriend was still laying next to you. You were running your fingers through his soft, blonde hair as his eyelashes fluttered. He was falling asleep and you couldn’t blame him for it. Not even an hour ago the two of you were proving to one another how bad you had craved each other the whole day.

You and JJ were secretly dating, which just increased the sexual tension that always built around the two of you while you were hanging with the rest of your friends, which never failed to make you and JJ crash to your house or the van for either a quickie or long hours of passionate sex while the night was ending.

You had both decided to keep your relationship a secret from your friends to save yourselves from their endless questions and teasing and also because the adrenaline of having to sneak out to see each other always ended up with good sex and you loved to have him all for yourself, no pressure and no questions from anyone, just the two of you.

“Hey baby,” you softly whispered to his ear, “wake up.”

He groaned as you slightly nudged his arm.

As much as you wanted him to stay the night, you’d agreed on having Kie come over first thing in the morning to make some quick sandwiches for the day since all of you were going to spend your whole day at the beach, and you were not planning on having her find out about you and JJ’s relationship this way.

“Come on, we’ll spend the whole day together tomorrow again,” you said as you slightly traced your fingers all over his chest, “and you know Kie is coming in the morning.”

“You’re more comfortable than my bed,” he mumbled and snuggled closer to you, “and warmer and you also smell nicer.”

You smiled at your sleepy boyfriend before letting go of his grip and heading out of bed to put your pyjamas on, JJ’s eyes never leaving your body.

“I can’t believe how hot you look even with your unicorn pyjamas.” He smiled at the sight of your purple and blue unicorn pyjamas.

“Shut up.” You threw a pillow at him and he pulled you from your waist to his body and attacked your side with tickles as you tried your best to not scream, “JJ stop! My mom’s going to wake up!”

His fingers left your sides as soon as you threatened him with your mother. You cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips before handing him his shirt.

“As much as I love the sight of you without a shirt on,” you smirked, “it’s time to go.”

“Alright, alright,” he groaned as he got out of your bed, “but promise me tomorrow we’ll sleep at the van.”

“I pinky promise.” You pointed your pinky finger at him as he smiled at your actions and locked his pinky finger with yours.

“Night baby.” He leaned in to give you a small peck on the lips before sneaking out of your room through your window, which was now his own personal front door for your house.

The next morning you were awaken by a loud knock on your door which made you get out of bed in a heartbeat.

“What is it?” You could barely open your eyes and thought your mother was the one knocking.

“I don’t know why you have a phone if you never bother to answer.” The fruity scent of your best friend’s shampoo filled your room.

“I’m sorry Kie.” You mumbled and made your way to your bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth while your friend picked out your swimsuit.

“I brought all the ingredients to make the sandwiches, it shouldn’t take us long.” She handed you your bikini and you put it on without even bothering to look in the mirror for you were barely awake and being hurried by your friend.

You grabbed a red tank top as well as some shorts and put them on top of your swimsuit.

After you and Kiara were done making sandwiches, the two of you headed to the beach. The guys were already drinking beer and sitting around as they waited for you and Kie to arrive. Your eyes immediately landed on JJ’s toned torso, as memories of his body on top of yours last night invaded your thoughts.

“Why are you guys drinking so early in the morning? You do know it’s terrible for your bodies right?” Kie spoke as she placed the bag full of sandwiches in front of everyone.

“We got thirsty.” JJ said as he winked at you and rushed to grab a sandwich.

“Please tell me they have honey mustard,” Pope pleaded while unpacking a sandwich, “I love honey mustard.”

“They do.” John B chewed on his already half eaten sandwich and Pope smiled before taking a big bite of his.

You and Kie stared at the hungry men devouring the sandwiches and shared glances with each other.

“Please do leave some for us.” You laughed as you watched John B reach for his second sandwich already.

A few minutes went by and all of your stomachs were filled with food and water (well mostly beer for the boys) and you were all sitting down by the beach talking about your plans for the night and telling random stories.

“Should we go swimming?” John B proposed.

“I think we should surf instead bro.” JJ added.

“Do you see any waves? Because I sure don’t.” Pope pointed at the calm, waveless sea.

“I wouldn’t mind getting a bit wet,” You said innocently before realising how bad it sounded to your dirty minded friends, “oh you’re all a bunch of pervs.”

“I mean you could’ve worded it differently.” Pope raised his hands as if he were a victim.

“She still made a point saying you’re all a bunch of pervs though.” Kie added.

“Well are we going to go swimming or what?” John B said as he took off his shirt.

JJ and Pope did the same as John B, while Kie took off her swimsuit cover up. You put your hair into a quick ponytail to not let it become a mess with the water and then took off your tank top and shorts.

“Wow.” Pope widened his eyes at you and you stared at him in confusion after also noticing Kie’s eyes widening.

“Well, well, well,” John B grinned at you, “someone had fun last night.”

You furrowed your brows at him and saw JJ scratch the back of his neck as he tried to hide the light shade of pink his cheeks were getting.

You looked down at your body and immediately felt your cheeks heat up.

Red and purple marks were covering your abdomen as well as part of your cleavage, and all you wanted to do was run away from everyone. You were completely unaware as to when exactly last night JJ had left such big hickeys all over your body.

Sure you were used to having JJ mark your body with his mouth whenever he had the chance since he absolutely adored the sight of your body filled with his own touch, but you always made sure to either cover them up or remind him to place them somewhere not visible.

“Won’t you look at that?!” You nervously laughed at yourself, “A spider must have bit me last night.”

“That spider must have been desperate for it then.” Pope said and Kie tried her best to not let out a laugh.

“I guess spiders are invading The Cut now because” John B raised an eyebrow at JJ, “our friend here is also covered with spider bites.”

You stared at JJ’s neck which had two small yet still noticeable hickeys and cursed yourself for it.

“She’s right though, spiders are going crazy here,” JJ defended himself, “it must be the weather or something.”

“Is there another animal invasion that explains the scratches on your back then?” Kie questioned as she pointed at JJ’s back which was indeed covered with scratches.

John B laughed out loud and high-fived Kie while you and JJ shared glances trying to see what to do even though you both knew it was too late already.

“Do you guys really think we hadn’t noticed it before?” Kie giggled.

“Noticed what?” You pretended to be oblivious.

“How the two of you are always leaving early and then sharing looks the next day,” Pope answered your question.

“And how our dear friend JJ always has scratches on his back,” John B added.

“And how you always have smeared makeup on your body which I guess you put on to cover the spider bites.” Kie smiled at you.

“Let’s not forget how it’s been what?” John B looked at the others, “More than a month since JJ has stopped telling us about his one night stands with tourists?”

You couldn’t help but let out the smile forming on your face.

You and JJ had started dating a little less than a month ago and the fact that you were the only girl in his life made your heart want to burst open with happiness. You had been friends with JJ for years already and were very familiar with his reputation of sleeping around with girls and the fact that he had stopped doing that even before the two of you started dating, just proved how much he really wanted only you.

“Alright, alright,” JJ snapped out, “you got us, are y’all happy now?”

He walked over to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, Kie giving the two of you the biggest smile ever while John B and Pope high-fived each other.

“So what?” John B raised an eyebrow at the two of you, “Have you two been macking each other behind our backs?”

JJ turned to face you and you gave him a small smile which made him smile back at you.

Even though you were surrounded by your friends, that little moment felt like it was only the two of you standing there and agreeing it was time to let the world know.

You loved each other, and no matter how hard you tried to hide it from the rest of the world, there was so much you the two of you wanted to do without the fear of being discovered by your friends that you knew it was time to let the truth out and enjoy your relationship freely.

“We’re not only macking bro,” JJ smiled at his friend before turning to face you again, a look of pride and happiness all over his face, “she’s my girl.”

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A/N: I think this is my favorite request so far... I loved writing this so much! hope you enjoyed it. 

[nctzendreamz]

off the table — lee taeyong

genre: angst w/ hints of fluff.

warnings: language, mentions of drug abuse, and mental illness.

featuring: nct members + chan and felix from stray kids.

authors note: taeyong was perfect for this in my head. also, thank you ariana grande.

is love completely off the table?

will I ever love the same way again? will I ever love somebody like the way I did you?

it had been almost a year. almost a year since he had heard your laugh. you know, the one only he was capable of getting out of you. it was gentle, yet so vibrant that it could color even the most plain and unpleasant rooms. he had seen you do it a million times, but his favorite work of art of yours was the one you did on his heart.

obviously, he couldn’t see what the inside of him looked like. but he could feel it. before he met you, he was certain everything was pitch black. to be specific, the darkest shade of the night sky one could possible fathom. so much pain resided in him. some he brought to himself, some he did nothing to earn. regardless, it was there, and as anybody with demons did, he found coping methods.

that’s how he met you, actually. holed up a strip club he had no business being in. one, because there was no one here he truly wanted. he would never admit it outloud, but the thought of love warmed him. not much, but it did. more than silly one night stands that have soul ties no one wanted to keep.

you were clearly out of place in the building filled with the scent of marijuana and flashing lights, although it did perfectly consume your complexion in the most beautiful way. he observed you for what felt like hours, just admiring you. he had no idea he would want to do this for the rest of his life.

it didn’t take much liquid courage for him to approach you. he could sense your fear when his slender fingers touched your exposed shoulder. for some reason though, the minute your eyes locked it was as if you were looking at someone you had known for a million lifetimes. or maybe that was just Taeyong’s point of view. maybe, everything was all an illusion. meeting you. falling in love with you. you falling in love with him.

“it’s been awhile.” a voice snaps Taeyong out of his deep thinking. the minute his concentration breaks does his surroundings suddenly blast into the center of his cortex. the volume increases. he is in the real world again. he isn’t high, yet.

“yeah.” is all he can spit out. all of the different coversations he could hear take place all of a sudden was making him extremely frustrated and unable to form coherent thoughts. or maybe he wanted it that way so he wouldn’t have to think about you.

you loved coming here. he hated coming here. but he loved you, and your favorite thing to say to him was, “when you love someone, you do things you hate. just like me sitting and watching you smoke for hours without stopping.”

he never realized how much you hated his distractions.

the here, was a restaurant that resembled a sports bar back where you are from. the food was less Korean and more greasy chicken tenders. and you really admired their honey mustard. it was kind of ridiculous how much you loved this place. it was always crowded. the smell was odd - a mixture of people who can’t seem to do anything but drink beer and yell, and foreigners who hated living in Korea. this was the only taste of home they got, so they took advantage of it.

did you feel that way too?

he doesn’t know. and he doesn’t want to think about it. some soccer game was on. people were cheering. he was just waiting on his to-go order.

“how have you been?” the familiar woman asks behind the counter. she was definitely in her mid-50’s. he assumed. she always would be here when Taeyong was dragged along, and she was always nice. who wouldn’t be with all the money you gave to this place.

“i’ve been fine.”

taeyong feels a little cheery conversating with another human. if it wasn’t his dealer, there wasn’t anything to say if he was being quite honest. his relationship with his family died out a long time ago. the only person that he could talk to was himself. the guys who were constantly down in the basement at his dealer were cool, but they never really got him. they thought he was weird, violent. only you cared enough to see how sweet he was. to paint him.

“good to hear. you tell your lover that i miss them!”

his heart, still colored from the mention of you, breaks. it had broken many times from your presence on this earth being acknowledged. everytime his chest would explode into his stomach.

he couldn’t say anything.

he simply walks out the place, not caring about manners. he just wants to go home. he doesn’t even like these fucking chicken tenders, but he’s going to go home and eat them. in your honor.

“excuse me.” a voice exclaims as he finally makes it outside.

once again, words don’t leave his mouth. the woman was probably lost. he truthfully didn’t care. he didn’t care about anything anymore.

“sorry,” she begins. her hair is almost a white color. it’s clearly dyed, but she might have been naturally a darker shade of blonde since the coloring seemed too perfect. “i just...i’ve been watching you - wait, that sounds incredible creepy—“

no one could compare to you, but she reminded him of you. you always did this when you were nervous, or had a severe lack of sleep. you would say things you considered to be silly. fumble with your words. and you would always ruin it more by acknowledging it.

but he was never irritated. he thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world. you were the cutest thing in the entire world.

even now, he’s okay. maybe because he was reminded of you, he can appreciate the art.

“you’re really cute.” she finally spits out.

he couldn’t respond, for the third time today.

why was this so hard? it has almost been a fucking year. a year without you. a year without touching you.

yet, no one could ever compare. not the blonde woman standing in front of him. not the sky. not the stupid bar. even his drugs seemed lackluster to the high you gave him whenever you told him you loved him.

he walks away. he needs something. something to make him unable to think for the rest of the night.

never thought you’d be so damn hard to replace. i swear I don’t mean to be this way, if I can’t have you? is love completely off the table?

“y/n? you there?” you feel vibrations from snapping on your face from the man sitting beside you. he snapped three times, to be exact.

“yeah! yes.” you quickly correct, adjusting your posture along with it.

“i know you appreciate the arts, but that painting is nothing to stare at.”

the painting chan was referring to, seemed plain to a simple eye. it simply, was a black square. but you saw worlds in it. you saw him.

“you know christopher,” you cooed, giving his slim cheek a quick sqeeze before continuing, “just because something seems boring to the naked eye, doesn’t mean it actually is. sometimes, a simple work of art such as that lame black square can hold a thousand meanings.”

he smile is radiant. honestly, the neon colored walls in the movie theater couldn’t compare to it no matter how hard it tried. lately, you had been trying to predict what he would say when you tried to be somewhat of substance around him. you were truthfully scared of boring him.

maybe you saw yourself in the black square as well.

“you really find it interesting, love?”

his accent - God his accent. it had an effect on you that truthfully wasn’t healthy, but even so you always felt guilty when your heart would papilate as it touched your eardrums. but why? you were single. you were moving on.

you can’t even look at him anymore, so you settle on the painting once more. now that you think about it, it was kind of scary that it was in a movie theater. maybe chan was on to something - what was its purpose? to simply cause you pain? to make you think about things and people you could no longer have? a person who is the worst possible thing for your growth, but the best food for your pitiful, lonely soul?

“never mind, you’re right.” you stand promptly, suddenly wanting to get as far away from the evil on the wall. it didn’t matter how chilly it was outside.

“woah.” chan chases after you. you’re too quick though. you’ve practically swam through the crowd to escape into fresh air. what is wrong with you?

it doesn’t take long for you to find yourself at his car. his pride and joy by the way, in which he never let anyone else ride in yet. he had been saving for so long to get it. you didn’t know the model, all you knew was that it made loud noises when he wanted it to. the car was originally white, but the two of you agreed that it was the worse possible color for a car, so he got a paint job and now it was as black as a dark hole.

the stars are beaming, and it’s odd. you used to love nights like this. you preferred the day time, but it was something about a light in the dark, such as the moon that pulled you in. it always destroyed you in the end though.

“what did I do?” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” you wizzle in confusion, not understanding why he believed he had done anything but gave you a peaceful night not lost in your thoughts.

his eyes tell you everything you need to know before his mouth does. he isn’t questioning your ever changing emotions and happiness to hear satisfaction from your mouth - to boost his ego. he truly feels as if he’s ruined any chance he’s had with you simply from being himself. even so, as he waits for you to answer he’s taking his bomber jacket off for you to wear. he was sweet like that.

“chris, you are always perfect. why would you think anything different?” you say as you put the jacket on.

he’s holding back a smile, but you can tell it’s more so from your proper word choice, and not what you said.

“you trying to sound English?”

“no.” you giggle, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I’m just trying to communicate with you.”

“then tell the truth.” he prompts, taking a step closer to you.

“can I lean on the car?”

“yes.” he laughs in a low tone. “you can lean on the car.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

silence is filling the air, and it’s making you sick even though it shouldn’t be.

“y/n.” he finally speaks. you decide you have the balls to look at him even though it feels so wrong. the stars - they’re sparkling right into his eyes and you know you are the dumbest idiot on earth.

why can’t you just choose him?

the question is repeating over and over in your head, but no answer comes. well, no answer you want to hear comes. this should’ve been easy money. the perfect guy, with a good family and solid morals is madly in love with you. he’s still here, even when you barely give him anything to work with, and you’re thinking about others who were nothing close to that no matter how they made you feel.

“my confession ruined everything, didn’t it?”

it was about two months ago that chan confessed his love for you. you laughed a bit, as it made no sense. the two of you had been in the same circle for awhile, and you had been notified of his appreciation for you long ago, but he had seen you break. he watched you go from happy soul to broken and he still liked you? in what world?

you enjoyed his company. that’s why you began to hang out with him practically everyday - doing whatever you two wanted. most of the time you two just watched movies, or played silly board games. but sometimes you would go shopping, or he would play you his music he worked on. you could tell he lacked confidence on what he could become, but you knew he had the potential to be so great.

his confession was short and sweet. and the way he approached you, you could tell he was somewhat confident that you would feel the same. you did feel the same, but you also still had feelings for others. when you declined his request to take things to the next level, he didn’t get upset. or at the least he didn’t show it.

he promised the two of you would move at your pace. and that was all you needed to hear to know that maybe one day, when you got yourself together, the two of you could be something.

chan always protected you. you never felt endangered, or unsafe when you were with him. to you, he was sweet, to others he was still sweet, but he knew when to be stern.

“no. i promise.” is all you answer. “it’s cold.” here you go again trying to change the subject. this wasn’t like you.

he promptly unlocks the door to his car, opening it for you as well. it isn’t long before he’s on the drivers side turning on the car so you could feel some heat on your body.

“i won’t bring it up anymore.” he sighs.

“no chris. you bring it up everytime you feel it. i like you, okay? i do. i know I’ve never said it out loud before, but I do. i just...i don’t know what I’m doing right now. there are some things I have to get over you know?”

you can tell the amount of words you used - probably the most you had spoken to him in months shocked him, and made him feel extremely guilty. you know he didn’t want you to feel like he was trying to pressure you. all he wanted to have was something. something that made him feel as special as he knew you had made others feel in the past.

“y/n I’m a fucking idiot. God, don’t listen to me. you are perfect okay? we are working at your pace and we always will. i - fuck.” his face goes directly in his hands.

it’s cute - the way he cares about his every move around you so deeply. you remember what it felt like to feel like that. it was the most nerve wracking, yet butterfly giving thing to experience when around someone you admired so much.

“chris...” you whisper, removing his face from his palms. he had the softest hands ever. “hey, don’t beat yourself up okay? i know what you want and I know you have nothing but the purest intentions. if I didn’t feel that way I wouldn’t want to spend everyday with you okay? whatever you think this is, it is. i promise.”

“okay.” he sighs the biggest breath of relief you had heard in a long time. “okay. i know what we need.” he offers. your hand lingered on his, and he decided it would be best to hold yours as the opportunity presented itself. it’s nice - the warmness. yet, it feels incredibly wrong.

you truly didn’t mean to be this way. you would do anything to not be this way.

“let’s go cop something from felix. hm?”

what chan was reffering to was the good ole’ mean green, weed. you smoked a lot more in the past than you did now, but you were still no angel. especially tonight did getting high sound like the best decision you could have made.

“yes please.” you say without hesitation, leaning back in the seat. your left hand is still in chan’s right, and you don’t plan on letting go. felix’s house isn’t that far from here, so you know your pleasure will be coming sooner or later. chan starts the car and begins the journey. usually, the two of you drive with music on, but tonight the silence was what the both of you wanted.

secretly though, chan snuck his AirPod into his left ear. he loved music, but he could tell you weren’t in the mood. and he didn’t mind that. he would do anything for you. the lyrics resonated with his with his soul so much that he felt it ache, even though he felt he had no right.

i’ll wait for you

even if I always feel like I’ll be number two

to someone you can’t hold anymore

taeyong can’t even recall how long he had been pent up here, high as hell. intoxicated as fuck. the chicken tender meal he brought had been long gone, but not from his mouth. the junkies smelt food, and took food like the animals they claimed to be.

this all sucked so bad. he hated being here. but he couldn’t move.

it was so loud in here. the boys he knew - johnny, mark, and jaehyun were all present. they seemed to be the leaders of the basement and they also seemed to be functioning quite well considering how high they also were. taeyong couldn’t fathom or make out what their conversation were, but he assumed it was about girls. he caught, “they’re supposed to be here any minute now.” from jaehyun’s lip. he seemed to be the strongest ladies man. all taeyong knew, was that he wanted no parts of the drug induced orgy he knew was going to take place. he also knew if he didn’t leave, they didn’t care. they were going to give a show regardless.

“taeyong!” johnny yells, bringing him back to focus. johnny was always very intimidating. he wore a smile when he got what he wanted, but if he spoke to you and you didn’t listen, he quickly got upset. maybe he was different when he was sober, but that was never.

“what’s up.” taeyong answers dryly, still not looking at him.

“you know,” johnny sits down in the dirty floor right beside him. “you’ve never been fun, but you were more fun before than you are now.”

“i went through this phase.” mark interrupts, taking the seat on taeyong’s opposite side. “what is it? mommy issues? a girl? or a boy? if you get spicy like that.” he chuckles. he coughs right after.

“how about everything. except the last part.” taeyong whispers.

“oh...you have it rough. was your mom a druggie too?”

“no - well, I don’t know. i met her like once when I was younger. she told me ‘i did it for your good’ and left.”

“so you were in a foster home? or did you get adopted?”

“foster home. neglected, so now I’m like this.” he chuckles. he’s laughing, but in reality to admit these things out loud hurt, even though he was sure the other boys had similar or worse stories.

“and the girl?” mark asks. he had began to roll up another blunt in the midst of taeyong’s life story. maybe it was too much for him. or maybe he was just an addict.

“i cheated. and i was mean. she was the best thing ever though. she got me clean.”

“for what? a day?” johnny laughs outloud.

“well, not clean clean.” he explains. “but off the hard stuck like coke, and lsd and shit. we both smoked weed. and I smoked cigs.”

“ew!” the two of them exclaim. “cigs?”

“so you’re telling me that the two of you do every drug under the sun, but cigarettes are where you draw the line?”

“duh!”

“have you seen all the commercials? with the person with the hole in their throat sounding like the old shriveled lady from spongebob going ‘chocolate!’ we don’t want that!”

“cigarettes aren’t the only thing that can cause that, you know?”

“whatever.” johnny shivers as if he had just gotten the worse news ever. “so this girl wasn’t a druggie? why did she even like you?”

“i don’t know. still to this day I don’t know. but she did. and she tried everything to make me happy. it just felt too good to be true, so I ruined it.”

“damn bro.” mark sighs, taking a deep puff of his blunt. “i thought people only did stupid shit like that in the movies or tv shows.”

“hey hey now, markie.” a voice speaks out of the corner. “be nice to our new friend.”

it’s jaehyun. funny enough, jaehyun tried to get at you once long before you met taeyong, but you had no interest in him once you found out his issues. then again, while he was attracted to you, he didn’t want you to love him. he just wanted to corrupt you.

“our boy is broken hearted. seems to me like he just needs some fun.”

“relax, jae.” johnny explains. “he’s not there yet. let him fall for us on his time.”

“what are you on right now?” jaehyun inspects.

“just a couple of blunts.”

“so just a starter?”

“hyung...” mark sighs.

“okay okay. fine. but when the heartbreak starts to kick in more, i got something that’ll change your life. you just let me know.”

“he will.” johnny and mark say once again in unison.

“boys!” a voice yells. it makes everyone stand up minus taeyong, as he had no idea who it was. he can hear feet coming down the steps. there’s a boy with blonde hair. the same boy who let him in. he was a new face, but clearly an important one from the way even jaehyun was waiting for his comment.

“hi felix!” everyone begins to repeat after eachother.

his voice is deep as he speaks, and his accent is thick. his face itself may have not been scary, but the way he carried himself was.

“clean up this fucking mess. i know you can’t do anything about the shitty couches, but make an attempt. i got some good people coming over and I need quiet. when I bring them down here to show them the product, i need everyone on their best behavior.”

“what exactly does that mean?” taeyong speaks. maybe he shouldn’t have, because everyone is looking at him as if he just called the president a bitch to his face or something.

“you’re new here.” felix explains as he finishes his strut down the stairs. he can be seen more clearly now, and his outfit reminds taeyong of someone you knew. he couldn’t remember his name, but it was chan or something. “well, new to me.”

“and?”

“and...” felix crouches to his level. “im the boss. and all of you do what I say. my brother ran this like a crackhouse. i want us to make some real money, therefore you all will be getting cleaned up. there will be people coming in and out, looking at what we have, so try not to act like the druggie you are. thanks.”

“yes sir.” taeyong says, although he has no intentions of respecting this felix cat.

the doorbell rings promptly. the house wasn’t so big that they wouldn’t be able to hear. clearly this felix had plans to change that, but for now he had to settle.

“that’ll be them. look like friends so they won’t be scared. they’re not like us. or, what you will be.”

with that he leaves. everyone is silent as they want to know who exactly is this person. they all expected some rich man with a million connections to be at the door. they hear one voice - an accent is present. he’s laughing, and they hear the sound of them dapping up.

“friend.” the voice says. they must have not seen each other in a long while. “what’s up? how have you been?”

“oh, I’ve never been better.” felix says. “and y/n.”

the sound of your name makes taeyong’s heart stop in his chest. what the? how could you of all people be here? you hated drugs. this was clearly a trap house. this is where taeyong would go to get everything you wanted, but you always refused to go with him. what male had you here?

jaehyun is smiling as he recognizes your name too. taeyong can’t notice though as he is genuinely about to have a panic attack.

“come downstairs will you? since chan told me it was a special occasion, I decided I’d let you two take a look.”

“felix...are you running a trap house?” you joke, not realizing how true your words were.

“not at all, sweets.” he relaxes you. “i just have good shit from my brother that needs to be sold. this is our little secret though.”

“we know.” chan answers for you. “snitches get stitches.”

“and end up in ditches.” felix finishes. “there are people down here, but they’re just chilling. don’t be scared.”

the three of you make your way down to the basement. jaehyun is the first face you recognize. you feel sick, but he didn’t phase you that much.

the black haired boy though, sandwiched between two other guys, makes your trip and fall on the disgusting floor.

it’s him. it’s really him.

why? all you wanted to do was have fun. all you wanted to do was forget him.

you can see in his eyes does he want to explode. but this was his fault. this was all his fault.

to be continued...

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Wait

The Pool | The Difference | The Notes | The Fear | The Thought | The Question | The Walk | The Worry | The Ordeal | Masterlist Pairing: Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Notes: Merry Christmas Eve to those of you that partake! To those of you  that do not, happy Thursday! I hope everyone is having a wonderful week!  💝

Warnings: This chapter deals with pregnancy! I’ve CW’d them for that in the tags!! If you need me to add any additional tags, please let me know. I’m not a doctor and have never been pregnant. Just, you know. Disclaimer.

Summary: Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while.

You don’t tell the guys the good news at first. Thing is, because you don’t tell them, they notice some stuff about you. Stuff like the fact that you’re getting up to pee… More often than usual. You just pass it off as drinking a lot of water - hydrating way more, it’s been a goal of yours, anyway. They let that go.

But then there is also that time Connors gets a tuna fish sub with extra mustard and relish and you nearly throw up in the middle of the bullpen. You manage to make it to the bathroom before getting sick. Borracho meets you in the hall with a bottle of water, a pack of gum and a kiss on the forehead. You take a walk around the block to get the smell out of your nose. When you get back to the office, all of the windows are wide open. You know it’s Borracho’s doing, but the guys are all ribbing Connors for bringing in the smelliest sandwich imaginable. With this distraction you manage to meet Borracho’s eye and mouth, I love you, without anyone noticing. -- 

The two of you have some stuff to figure out - moving into a new place is your first priority. Your current apartment just doesn’t have enough room for a baby. The two of you have been looking at a few places, have gone to a couple of open houses, but nothing has seemed like a good fit. Borracho, unsurprisingly, wants to move somewhere closer to his family. You do see the appeal - more people in close range to help with the baby. And you do love the Magalons. But you also… Kinda like having your space. And maybe that’s a little selfish of you, especially considering how much you know they’re going to offer to help you two with the baby. After your first prenatal doctor appointment, the two of you go looking at a few places. The two of you have mostly been looking at two-bedroom apartments. You see one or two that you kind of like, but the two of you agree that what you saw was not what you were looking for. You stop to grab a bite to eat - you’re getting sleepy (you’re so tired these days, but Nadia tells you that that’s normal - so does Megan… And Isobel… And Regina, and your mother), and Borracho didn’t eat before the two of you left the apartment that morning. The two of you cuddle up on the same side of a booth at a diner, and you don’t even care that you look like the kind of couple that you used to make fun of. You’re too comfortable, tucked into Borracho’s side. You’re half-asleep (“Resting my eyes, I swear,” You mumble when he accuses you of being completely asleep), and he’s scrolling through more apartment listings on his phone while you wait for your food. “Food’s here, sweetness,” He murmurs, and you vaguely register the light thunk of plates being set on the table. “You want another cup of coffee?” The waitress asks, “You look like you could use it.” And she’s right, you’d love one, but you need to start cutting back on the caffeine, so you give her a smile and ask for more water instead. “Our baby better appreciate my caffeine withdrawals,” You sigh, scrubbing at your eyes. Borracho chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “They will. Hey-- Gabriel sent me a listing. You up for checking out one more when we’re done here?” You consider it for a moment as you pick up your spoon and push your oatmeal around to help it cool a bit. If Gabriel sent it, it’ll probably be quite close to the Magalons.  And frankly, right now what you really want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. But you might feel better after you’ve got some food in you. So you nod. “I could go for one more.” -- It’s a condo, not an apartment. It’s got plenty of light; the bedrooms are right across the hall from one another; there’s only one bathroom, but you think you could live with that; the kitchen is much more open than the kitchen you have now. It’s a twenty minute drive to the nearest Magalon home; they’re not right on top of you and you don’t feel underfoot. “What do you think?” Borracho asks as the two of you leave. “... I really love it, but I didn’t wanna say it while we were in there. What do you think?” “I think… We should look at the listing online again and then maybe go to the bank. See what we can do about a loan.” You grin. “I would so be doing a little excited jump but I feel like if I jump right one, I am going to throw up.” “I’ve got the gum.” 

-- Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while. You don’t intend to at first, really, you don’t, but they do catch on to some things - like the fact that you’re not drinking when the group of you go out for drinks after work. You just pass it off as being the designated driver for the two of you, and the guys rib Borracho, telling him to let you have some fun once in a while. You’re able to hide the slowly growing bump under your jackets and shirts and dresses. Nick officially finds out first - you schedule a meeting with him to discuss maternity leave during your fourth month. He has a straight face for a few moments before he nods and congratulates you. “Thanks,” You smile, “Who won the bet?” “Connors.” “Motherfucker, every time.” The guys won’t tell you how much the bet was for, though - they won’t even tell Borracho, which is new, and weird. But the two of you shrug it off, and the guys insist on taking the two of you out that night, and make a show of buying you rounds of seltzer. 

-- “Do you want to know the sex?” You turn away from the ultrasound to look at Borracho. The two of you have been asking each other that all week. “We’ll get a bunch of yellow stuff if we don’t,” You’d pointed out, “Do we want a bunch of yellow baby stuff? Or people will buy a ton of stuff one color or the other and then be like, ‘well gosh, now you can’t use it’ if it’s the other sex-- Even though we’ll use it anyway-- Am I overthinking this?” You’d asked, looking up at him from where you were cuddled back against his chest on the couch in your new condo. He’d looked down at you, brows raised. “You are, but it’s hilarious, so, please, keep going.” 

“Do you wanna know?” You ask him now, because if there’s a time to stop the technician from telling you, it’s this moment. And Borracho glances from the ultrasound to you before he shakes his head a little. “Do you?” He asks. You smile and shake your head. “We’ll wait,” You say, turning to look at the technician again. 

-- 

“I love this green!” Nadia’s squealed declaration is ear-piercing, but you’re glad she approves of it. You laugh a little, watching her look around the room. You and Borracho painted the room a couple of days ago. The two of you had settled on a sage green color - not too in-your-face, but something that would be warm and welcoming. Borracho and Gabriel are out getting some of the furniture for the nursery now - the bassinet, the rocking chair, the combination changing table-dresser. Nadia’s dropped her kids off with Isobel to come over and help you guys start building some of the furniture. “You’re getting a rug?” “A small area one, yeah. Grey,” You nod. “How’s everything been?” Nadia asks, watching you lower yourself to lean against the windowsill. “Oh, it’s been…” Nadia gives you a knowing look, cutting off the, ‘being pregnant is great’ spiel you usually give the guys at work when they ask (because as sweet as it is for them to ask, they don’t really want to know). You sigh. “I’m constipated and my boobs are getting bigger.” Nadia nods, reaching out and patting your cheek. “Welcome to the club, honey.” 

-- 

“Stop scratching.” “I’m not scratching.” “I saw you scratching, sweetness,” Borracho chuckles, “I’ll get the salve, get on the bed.” You don’t bicker with him. He’s been a saint - giving you a hand up to stretch when you have leg cramps, helping around the apartment more when you’re tired - and rubbing salve when your stretching belly is itchy. You lean back on the bed and pull your sleep shirt up. You sigh, giving your growing baby bump a rub.  “Not scratching, huh?” Borracho teases, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, “I see irritation.” “It’s itchy,” You whine. Borracho lets out a sympathetic hum before he leans down, pressing a kiss to your belly. You smile, watching him sit up and open the jar of salve. His sisters all swore by it - and they’d been right. It smells good, helps soothe the itch, and is a life saver. Borracho scoops out a small amount and begins to rub it in. You sigh, resting your head back against the pillows. “We still have to narrow down names,” You remind him. He hums, nodding, and you reach out to the notepad you keep on the bedside table. “Don’t drop that on your face again,” He teases as he reaches into the jar again. “You made me laugh last time, so that’s still your fault,” You argue, but you’re giggling. You flip it open, finding your list. “Mmm… Start with boy names?” You offer. “Sure, sweetness,” Borracho murmurs. “So we’ve got… Liam… Santiago… Xavier… and Giovanni.” “I don’t like Giovanni,” Borracho says, “I don't like the nickname ‘Gio’.” “Well someone’s name doesn’t necessarily dictate their nickname, Borracho,” You tease, “But I’m fine to take that one off of the list… I don’t think I like Liam so much anymore.” “Really?” “Mm. Liam Magalon. They kinda run together. LiammmMagalon.” Borracho chuckles, closing the jar of solve. “Liam’s out, then.” You reach out to the bedside table and grab the pen, crossing off Liam and Giovanni as Borracho stands up to put away the salve.  “So that leaves us with...Santiago or Xavier.” “What about girls?” You turn the page. “Mmmm… Malia… Faye… and Xiomara.” “I like Malia,” Borracho flops onto the bed beside you. “Yeah?” You raise a brow, looking over at him. He nods a little. “Malia Magalon… Lia for short. Be cute.” “It would be cute,” You smile. Borracho watches you for a moment before he leans up, kissing you gently. You lower the notepad and cup his cheek, humming quietly. “Agreed, then?” He murmurs. You nod. “Malia if it’s a girl,” You murmur. “If it’s a boy?” He asks against your lips. “We’ll figure that out later,” You drop the notepad on the bedside table, reaching out to catch hold of his shirt with your other hand. 

--

You have two baby showers. You expect one, but not the other. They’re both sort of surprises in their own way. 

--

The first one is more traditional. It’s at Regina’s house - your friends, Borracho’s sisters, and your family are there. Borracho knows before you do that it’ll be happening. If you’re honest, you kind of suspect it. He’s on his phone all morning - you see his mom’s name, his sister’s names popping up. You don’t look too closely at the messages, but you’re suspicious when he mentions swinging by his mom’s to pick up a couple of things and asks you to tag along. He knows that the jig is up when you come out of the bedroom in a photo-ready outfit. “... Was I obvious?” He asks. “No, babe. I just know how Magalons do surprises now,” You tease, before pecking his lips, “Let’s go.” --

The second one you do not expect at all.

Nick asks you to drop a file to someone on another floor.

There’s a moment where you think, ‘Can you ask someone that isn’t seven months pregnant?’, but you take it and go. The elevator takes a stupidly long time both ways. By the time you make it back, your desk has been decorated, the guys are all standing around it, and there’s a banner hanging from the fluorescent lights that says, ‘Surprise!’

Tears fill your eyes and you cover your mouth with one hand and wave at your eyes with the other.

“She’s crying! Pay up!” Nick yells.

Borracho runs his hand over his face before directing his gaze at the ceiling.

Once you’ve calmed down, you sit at your desk and the guys give you a few gifts for the baby. Henderson passes out cupcakes (you eat yours and Borracho’s). 

“You guys find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Nope. We’re flyin’ blind,” Borracho says, rubbing his hand between your shoulder blades.

“How much money is riding on it being a boy?” You ask, peeling the wrapper off of the second cupcake. The guys look between each other and you tip your head to the side.

“C’mon, if you tell me you’re not betting on it, I am so calling bullshit. Do you know?” You turn to Borracho, but he shakes his head, “Not a clue, sweetness.”

“We’re gonna let it be a surprise. You’ll see,” Nick waves it off.

--

“Settle down, tiny,” You grumble, looking down at your stomach, “You’ve gotta let mama sleep.”

“Kicking again?” Borracho asks.

“We’re having a soccer player,” You tell him as he comes over to the bed, “Or a can-can dancer.”

“Maybe they’ll do both, why are you trying to limit our baby?” Borracho teases you. You chuckle.

“Maybe they will-- Or maybe they hated that idea,” You wince at a particularly hard kick.

Borracho lays down on his stomach beside you and leans closer to your belly.

“No more kicking your mama, little one,” He murmurs, “We talked about this.”

You raise a brow, peering down at him from where you propped up on a small mountain of pillows.

“Did you?” You ask. He hums, nodding and rubbing a hand over your belly.

“When exactly did you have this talk?” You add, “I feel like I would’ve remembered this.”

“You were napping at the time, sweetness. This was a dad and baby talk.”

You bite your lip, fighting a wide smile.

“Do you have these talks often?”

“Sometimes.”

You reach out, running your fingers through Borracho’s hair.

“...Are you excited?” You ask. You feel like you haven’t asked since… Well, since you told Borracho that you were pregnant. He nods, looking up at you,

“A little nervous,” He admits, “But… Yeah, I’m excited. Are you?”

“Mhm. Not just because I won’t be getting kicked… from the inside, but… I wanna meet our kid.”

Borracho chuckles and sits up, placing his hands on either side of your head and bracing himself as he leans in for a kiss. You smile, reaching up and cupping his cheeks.

“... Well, thank you for the dad and baby talk. Tiny listened to you,” You glance down at your stomach.

“Mm,” Borracho lowers his head and presses a kiss to your neck, “Anytime, sweetness.”

--

Borracho’s at work when it happens.

You try not to panic.

You just take a deep breath and pick up your phone and call Nadia and say as calmly as you possibly can that your water broke and you need someone to drive you to the hospital. She doesn’t exactly… Answer, at first? She kinda screams - an excited one, but it doesn’t exactly calm you down.

You call Borracho after Nadia tells you that she’ll drop the kids off with Regina and be right over.

“Hey, sweetness. I just followed up with the witness Nick tracked down--”

“My water broke, Benny.”

“...Is this a drill?”

“I know that class we took recommended drills, but I was so not into that idea, it seemed alarmist.”

“Fuck-- Okay, I can--”

“It’s okay, Nadia’s on her way to get me. Just meet us at the hospital.”

“The bag’s--”

“Next to the door, I know, Benny.”

“Are you okay?”

You let out a shaky little laugh because you’re a little freaked out right now.

“It’s gonna be alright, sweetness,” He adds gently, “You sure you don’t want me to come and get you?”

“It’s alright, Nadia’s closer. I’ll see you at the hospital.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetness.”

--

“She’s so small.”

“...Can’t tell if that’s you or the drugs talking, sweetness.”

“Shush. I’m just… I am just saying… She’s frickin’ tiny.”

“Babies usually are.”

“Stop ruining this for me.”

Borracho chuckles, pushing your hair back from your forehead and pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. The two of you peer down at your sleeping daughter together, quiet for a few moments.

“Malia Rose Magalon,” You murmur. It’s the first time you’ve said her name aloud.

“...Lia’s got a very tiny nose,” Borracho mumbles.

You’re quiet for a moment before you glance up at him.

“Literally what was I just saying about her being small?”

--

When the guys come by to see you in the hospital, they have a gift bag with them.

“Guys, what even?” You nod to it.

“Well, you know those bets we had on… Whether or not you were pregnant, boy or girl, that kinda thing…” Henderson lists.

“Uh huh,” You nod.

“Here,” Nick sets the bag on the bed. Borracho carefully lifts Malia out of your arms, shushing her as she whines. You reach into the bag, pushing aside the tissue paper.

“We agreed that the pool money could all go to a… Better cause than usual,” Connors rubs at the back of his neck. You pull out a jar that’s filled with cash, labeled, ‘College Fund’.

“Figured we’d get you guys started,” Zapata adds, tucking his hands into his pockets.

There’s a moment of quiet in the room before Nick laughs, “She’s crying, pay up!” 

[valatheapprentice]

Random main 6 head cannons because I can?

(My first set of these. Shoukd I do more? Open for suggestions)

Asra

You know people who have no chill? He's the opposite. He stole their chill. Just don't get sick or arrested and he'd be aight.

Until you get sick. Ptsd of the plague will make him so on edge. You both will need to talk about it since you don't remember it and don't want there to be tension

We all knew this, but snake sweaters and little hats

He has a specific tea for gossiping. Nothing magically relevant, just he likes the feeling he gets. Maybe hibiscus and skullcap? Idk ill look at my herbs and think on it

He likes to put temporary/semi permanent color in his hair. Just a couple face framing strands. Maybe on holidays or birthdays or big events

Eats healthy, but his weakness is soda. Loves the carbonation

Julian

Normally will not say no to you if you want something. If he does, you might change his mind through looking at him in a certain way. Or a blowjob

Unpopular opinion: the man is a switch! He has an extremely stressful job. He has days he has to keep it all together and have control of everything and other people. Then he may wanna bottom. There will be days nothing seems to work out and he feels out of control. He may wanna top then.

Has a vague belief system. Since "dating" asra, he realized that magick was real and I have no doubt he tagged along in at least one holiday ritual. He may not be any more than letting whoever is out there, look over MC. He may want to learn more if you are heavily into it

Bitters and butter pecan ice cream for breakfast? You're darn tootin

Malak will steal your food. Jules may not care until you're in a screaming match with a bird. He may find it so freaking cute though.

He pops so much melatonin pills to sleep, please make the man something lavender to drink. He would also have a weighted blanket. Cuddles help wonderfully, but humans are not blankets. Whether he has a heated stuffed animal is up to your imagination. Long story short, its a cute ass sight

Nadia

I think she doesn't have a faith system. She celebrates whatever vesuvias main holidays are for public appearances. But I truly think she may be atheist. The way she felt about family growing up, her husband being the way he was, and whatever else we don't know about? Idk. He heart can change towards people but I dont think she has any faith.

Make the woman lavender and honey cupcakes for her birthday

On her period, she will eat a certain strawberry ice cream and watch Mulan on repeat while in fuzzy pj's.

Modern au nadia. I think her favorite music comes from the Civil wars. No idea why I thought that but im sticking with it

If single, I think she'd use tinder on particularly lonely nights. Not often, but once in a while

Wanna see her blush, surprise her. Especially in public. Confess your love in a restaurant. Whisper what you want her to do to you in a meeting. Send a nude when she's out. Show up at dinner with a gift or 9. Surprises are her weakness

Muriel

I don't think he would ever think of marriage unless you brought it up. Like if your waiting for him to propose on his own? Hope yall live forever bc he is just content just having you with him. Even if you have kids, he'd be so happy. If you want to get married, honestly, I think he'd be proposed to instead.

Put pants on the chickens and wait. When they run he will die of laughter

He clenches his teeth. Ptsd and stress still gets to him. He gets random jaw pains on particularly bad nights. He tries to bite the inside on his cheeks but he really needs some guided meditation

If you get him into condiments, he will use so much, its ungodly. I think he'd like mustard the most

It gets boring in the woods. And he rarely says no to you. Please try out different funky hairstyles on him. Itll be a huge laugh and we love a laughing muriel in this household

Everyday, he leaves you a note when he wakes up before you. Mostly saying he's out doing chores and he loves you. Sometimes it will be so much more emotional. He will blush of he finds out you saved all of them

Portia

Wears workout pants and stained oversized t shirts to bed. And honestly, same

Messy artist. She does her job and everything else in the house so cleanly, but he will get paint in her hair or a rhinestone behind her elbow when it comes to crafts.

Thrift shop queen.

She has an eclectic arrangement of home decor in the cottage. Theres no theme but cute things

She loves setting up scavenger hunts for you and jules. You each take turn being the organizer. Whoever of the two (or three if hes with someone) hunting finishes last, pays for dinner.

You'd think she'd be god tier gift wrapper, but no. You see. She likes getting drunk with jules and having a contest on whos the best gift wrapper drunk. Their both horrible but we don't say anything or risk the spoon

Lucio

Acts like a princess, but has a super high chill to horror or action stuff. During a jump scare, he will gasp, cuss, and laugh at himself

While redeeming himself, he will battle his demons until the day he does for real. Anger and a thirst for power will always be a think with him so I see him taking up martial arts to release some of it

Hes dumb in the way he doesn't think through everything. He is wicked smart in the way that he can assess a room or person almost immediately. Being a mercenary really helped with deduction and quick assessing for survival

Which is why I dont think there would be as many fights as one might think. He does dumb shit. But immediately sees in you where he fucked up and tries to fix it.

He will 10000% help you dress up camio, Mercedes, and melchior. They will hate you both until its time to be fed

Favorite food is fair food. Get him the meaty cheese fries and watch him melt faster than the cheese did

[mrsseverussnape]

Love Is You - chapter 22

A/n: I am finally posting the new chapter, hopefully you didn’t forget what’s going on in the story… even if you do this chapter is lowkey unnecessary anyways, i don’t know why i have written it but still i wanted to post because happy chapters will be missed soon💁🏼‍♀️

    Carina and Leo were getting ready to go out with some friends, they would go to a rock concert then a club later on to have some more fun. Scarlett was reading a book in the living room when someone knocked on the door. House elf answered it and let the person in. Allowin, Carina’s boyfriend, showed up at the living room’s door shyly.

“Hello Miss Rose.”

“Oh hi Allowin. Come, sit with me. They are still getting ready.” Scarlett put her book down with a kind smile.

“Sorry, i interrupted your reading...” Allowin and Carina were dating for 2 years by now but Allowin was still feeling intimidated by Scarlett even she was always nice to him.

“It is totally fine. How are you? I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

“I am good, thank you. I hope you are doing good too.”

“Yes, i feel really good lately.”

“And congratulations! I wish you a very successful presidency.”

“Thank you Allowin, you are so kind.” She smiled at him softly.

At the time the twins showed up at the doorway.“Hi Al honey! Did we keep you waiting for a long time?” Carina motioned him to come to her.

“Nope, i just came. Ready?” He kissed Carina’s cheek.

“Yes, let’s go love birds!” Leo rolled his eyes at them.

“Have fun dears!” Scarlett waved and blew kisses at them.

“Bye bye! We will be late, don’t worry!” They all shouted before leaving all together.

    Scarlett smiled at their excitement; she was like them too when she was younger. She remembered all the muggle concerts she has been with her friends, it was such fun times. After thinking about the memories, she decided to visit Remus. She hasn’t seen him for a while and it would be nice to have a chat with him.

  She wasn’t sure if he was at home but when she saw the lights, her worries disappeared. Scarlett knocked on the door with a smile on her face, seconds later Remus opened the door. His unexpected guest brought a smile up to his face too.

“Minister! Come in!”

“Hello moony!” She kissed his cheek and walked into his living room. “I came without asking but did you have any plans?”

“Me and my loneliness would hangout.” Remus chuckled. “Sit down please.”

“What a coincidence! I had the same plan but cancelled it.” Scarlett laughed and sat down the mustard coloured armchair while Remus sat the sofa right next to it.

“Are the kids with Sirius?”

“No, but they went out with some friends. So i got jealous and wanted to see my friend too!” She joked and patted his hand.

“I am glad you came, I couldn’t talk to you even in the cocktail...”

“Thanks to your mates...”

“Anyways, i will bring drinks then tell me how everything is going. Beer or wine?” Remus stood up to go to the kitchen.

“You know my answer Rem.”

“Red wine it is! Coming back in a minute!” His voice echoed from the kitchen.

Scarlett took a look at the Daily Mail which was on the coffee table. There was nothing interesting but fabricated news. She put it back when Remus came back with a glass of red wine for her and a can of beer for himself. They talked about this and that, shared laughter and played chess. They enjoyed playing chess together since their Hogwarts years. Both were good at it but tonight Remus was the lucky one and he won. Remus smirked while enjoying his win. He knew Scarlett gets salty after she loses a game, so he decided to have fun with her.

“The loser renews the drinks! Here you go!” He handed her the empty beer can and her glass.

“I will do but if you call me loser one more time, your shirt will drink the beer not you.” She headed to the kitchen while Remus was laughing at her.

“Ah a threat! I am so scared! Someone help me!”

Scarlett came back with their 4th drinks and slumped herself down next to him on the sofa.

“Thank you los-“  Remus reached for the beer but Scarlett held it away from him when he was about to call her loser again.

“Remember what i just said Remmy. Be a good boy because i don’t want to ruin your shirt, it is pretty.”

“Sorry your majesty! Could you please give me my beer?”

“That’s more like it. Here is your drink, peasant.” She laughed evilly when Remus sulked after she called him peasant.

    The alcohol in their blood was showing its effects on them since they started to act silly. When time passed by and 2 more drinks later, they put a disco music vinyl and had a dance party until fell on the sofa tiredly. Scarlett was still laughing hysterically at Remus’s funny dance moves.

“I wish you were with me every day...” Remus mumbled while looking at the over-happy woman next to him. His mood has changed from happy to somewhat melancholic.

“What?” Scarlett asked while trying to stop her laugh.

“I said i wish you were with me every day. I love spending time with you, always did.”

“Ah you wouldn’t want me every day.” Scarlett chuckled but Remus shook his head in disagreement.

“I want to tell you something...” Remus took a deep breath, normally he would never tell Scarlett what he was going to say right now and he was good at keeping it a secret for many years, but the drunk Remus was not like himself at all and he wasn’t thinking clearly. “I have a crush on you since the 5th year...”

Scarlett just stared at him while still laughing slightly.

“Say something Scar...”

“I... i don’t understand Remus. Are you joking, right?”

Remus sighed deeply, he knew very well Scarlett never had any romantic feelings towards him also he always felt guilty about his feelings because she was his best friend’s lover later his wife. So Remus chose to hide it all of these years because their friendship was more important than everything.

“Haha yeah, i got you right!?” He joked not very convincingly but she was drunk enough not to notice how fake he was acting.

“I was scared for a moment!” Scarlett chuckled softly and slapped his arm jokingly. “Don’t tell such things, i have a boyfriend.”

“What...? Who?”

Now it was Remus’s turn to be shocked. She hasn’t told anything about it while they were talking earlier when they weren’t very drunk. Maybe she wasn’t planning to tell this at all.

“Severus.” She smiled happily when she said his name in a soft tone.

Remus couldn’t help but felt sad. Just like Sirius, he never understood why she was so found of Snivellus. Maybe that was the true love, didn’t need any meaningful reason. “I hope he makes you happy... You deserve it.”

“Thanks Rem.” Scarlett patted his cheek then stretched her body. Her eyes were closing because of tiredness. “I need to go...” she tried to stand up but her dizzy head wasn’t a help and fell back on the sofa.

“Apparently you are staying here tonight.” Remus chuckled and pulled her legs up to the sofa to make her lay down properly.

“I guess so...” she muttered curling up and falling asleep after immediately.

“Good night sleepy head.” Remus wasn’t any different and he laid down the other side of the sofa and his eyes closed when he put his head on the pillow.

    The sun shined through the crack of the curtains directly to Scarlett’s face in the morning. She tried to cover her eyes with her hand but it didn’t help at all. She was trying to wake herself up and stretched her aching limbs which ended up kicking Remus’s back. It made him wake up startled.

“Oww Scar!”

“Rem..? Sorry, i didn’t see you...” Scarlett mumbled sleepily while trying to sit up.

Remus laid down for a while until Scarlett nudged his leg. “Wha...?” Remus muttered and curled up even more.

“I will go home. Probably the kids wondered me...”

“Stay for breakfast.”

“Nah, i don’t feel like eating... See you, thanks for the night.” She petted his hair before apparating.

    When she apparated in her living room Carina and Leo were eating their bowls of cereals there.

“Mum!? Weren’t you at home?” Carina almost choked on her food in surprise.

“No, i went out after you. I was planning to turn back but...yeah.” She sat beside her still sleepily.

“Were you with Professor Snape...?” Leo asked curiously because she was looking wasted.

Scarlett shook her head. “I went to Remus. Apparently, we drank too much and i fell asleep there.”

“Dad would be jealous that he missed the fun.”

“He is jealous of everything...” Scarlett rolled her eyes and stood up to go to bathroom. “I need a long bath. Don’t worry if i don’t come out for a while.”

“Okay but still make noises time to time.”

“Okay mummy.” Scarlett mocked Carina while pinching her cheek and went upstairs to give herself a relaxing bath.

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Family Bonds

"Trade you my turkey sandwich for yours."

William stares at his twin as he slurps his soda noisely, ignoring the annoyed look Cassie is giving him from across the table. He had adopted quite a few mannerisms from the family after he finally felt comfortable expressing himself, and the noisy drinking could have easily been learned from Harley or Peter. Thomas didn't even look bothered. He just lifted the top slice of bread to show the fixings of the sandwich and it was enough explanation for his seemingly weird question.

It was devoid of honey mustard. William despised the stuff, but for some reason Thomas loved it. It was disgusting and he had no problem shoving the sandwich in front of him over to his twin. Once he got his blessedly honey mustard free sandwich from Thomas, he finally set his can of soda down.

"Mom probably wasn't paying attention when he was putting our lunches together." Thomas says.

"I don't blame him. He was frazzled this morning because Valerie and Lucy are sick." Cassie points out and then takes a bite of her salad. "Tony has meetings all day today so he can't help with them."

"How do you even know this? You weren't upstairs at all this morning." William points out.

"Dude, she's Mom's underling. Cassie is starting to just know things." Thomas snorts.

Cassie smiles. "Actually, he texted me and asked me to pick up some medicine for them after school. But I'm flattered you think I'm at that level."

"You are." The twins say in unison.

Cassie just rolled her eyes in response and they ate their lunch with the usual chatter. Classes, teachers, assignments, the newest rumor, and what they planned to do after school. The three of them normally walked home together (or William portaled them if he was up to it), and one of the things they knew they were going to do is go buy some medicine. Cassie also said she wanted to pick up some stuff to bake and decorate cupcakes and when Thomas asked about the occasion, she said it was just because. William didn't mind. He really liked her baking, not just because it always tasted amazing, but she also did a really great job decorating them. She even decorated them without going overboard with the icing which some professionals did.

The amount of icing should not equal the size of the cupcake.

"Maybe we can pick up some strawberries and whipped cream? Val likes to share those with me." William says.

"Sure. Mom said we could pick up whatever snacks we want anyway." Cassie replies.

"I need more pens too." Thomas says around his mouthful of sandwich.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Cassie huffs.

William half expected his twin to open his mouth just to gross Cassie out, but Thomas didn't and instead chewed and swallowed his food. Stephen reprimanded him for it on occasion as well, so it was probably finally starting to sink in. When they finished their lunches and tossed their garbage into the nearest trash can, the bell rang for class and they said their temporary goodbyes before they headed to their classes. William had a class by himself next period, but Thomas and Cassie had their next class together. In the past, when he didn't have classes with Thomas or Cassie, he used to feel alone. Now he didn't care. School actually got a lot better for him and his brother ever since Stephen and Tony took them in.

They used to be bullied for jumping from one foster home to another, for the crappy clothes each home barely managed to put on their backs...and they even went days without food, bathing, or adequate sleep. It was depressing. William and Thomas decided they would prefer to live on the streets than deal with more abuse, and it was barely a week later when Cassie brought Stephen to them. At the time, William barely trusted her, but he trusted her enough for him and his brother to go home with them. Maybe it was some kind of desperate hope that it would be different than before, that they would be shown the care and love they deserved.

When it was, William and Thomas didn't know what to do. Right off the bat they were given a hot meal, a hot shower, warm beds, quality clothing...an endless list of things. William was personally afraid that it was too good to be true, but as time went on, nothing changed. Well nothing except him and Thomas being moved up to the penthouse once Tony was done building their rooms. The penthouse was huge and probably had room for five more bedrooms, but it was nice to be close to their new parents and siblings. The twins, of course, still went downstairs to visit Wanda and Vision for movies or lunches, but being upstairs made them happy. At least William. He enjoyed the feeling of family he got from the two men and the other kids. He even felt part of it. He was part of it.

Now he was happily in a relationship with Harley, and he also enjoyed spending time with Valerie. He was one of the few she would spend time with if Stephen wasn't available and it made him feel special. He also liked that she was so easy to please. If he needed to keep an eye on her, he could put on her favorite movie and she would lay with him until she ultimately fell asleep, or she would color while he did his homework. Just like Diana followed Cassie around a lot, William had his own little duckling following him.

When the school day was finally over, he went to his locker to put away the books he didn't need and Thomas and Cassie met him just as he was closing it.

"Ready to go?" Cassie asks.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll help with Val today." William says.

"Mom will probably appreciate it. Apparently Tony has work he needs to do and can't put it off any longer." She says as they walk out of the building.

They walk as quickly as they can to the nearest store, and William has to keep himself from laughing when he notices how antsy Thomas seems to be. He was constantly found bouncing his knee while sitting or looking ready to bolt when standing that one would think Stephen and Tony didn't regularly try to give him a place to run as much as he wanted. Which wasn't the case. Their mother always opened a portal to the lake house for Thomas when he looked ready to vibrate out of his skin or whenever he asked. William was a little luckier that he could practice his magic as long as he was careful.

Cassie was quick to find the medicine Stephen wanted for the little girls, and then the three teens gathered the snacks they wanted before heading to the front to buy everything. Usually they would be picking up Diana by now but she had a half day so someone else picked her up. All they had to do was walk home. William teleported them this time because they had cold items that he wanted to stay cold when he made his and Valerie's usual snack.

"Hey Mom!" Thomas grabs the box of cheez-its that Stephen was already holding out for him when they arrived. "Thanks!" He says before running into his room.

"Here's the medicine." Cassie says as she digs it out of the grocery bag and hands it to Stephen.

"Oh, good. Thank you. It's time for their next dose." Stephen sighs as he digs out a small medicine cup and also a medicine dropper. "I knew I had just enough until you kids got home. Would you mind taking Diana downstairs with you for tonight?"

"Sure!"

William pulls out the strawberries and whipped cream and joins Stephen at the counter to cut the fruit. He could hear Cassie telling Diana to get her homework, toothbrush, and pajamas together and saw Lucy sleeping in the playpen in the living room. Considering that Stephen looked a little tired when they got home, one or both of the girls had been fussing all day because they weren't feeling well, but William was intent on helping him out now.

"Is Val asleep?" William asks Stephen.

"Maybe. She's in bed watching The Little Mermaid if she's not." He replies as he gently places the cup filled with pink gloop in front of the teen. "Don't let her have too much whipped cream and make sure she finishes this please."

"Okay."

William scoops the strawberry pieces into a bowl and some whipped cream into a smaller bowl before gathering them together and grabbing the medicine and juice box that Stephen also set in front of him. He also grabbed a breakfast bed tray on his way out of the kitchen so Valerie would be able to access the snacks easier and not spill. William had put his backpack down on one of the stools at the counter so it was out of the way, but if he didn't grab it soon, he was pretty sure he would find it in his bedroom. Stephen knew he was good about taking it straight to his bedroom, but considering the circumstances, he would send it to William's bedroom through a small gateway. So he left it on the stool in favor of getting up to Valerie.

She was sharing Diana's room now that Stephen and Tony had moved the toddler out of their room, but she was still prone to getting up in the middle of the night and climbing into bed next to Stephen. Once she was past that stage, she would be moved permanently into her own room. It was already ready for her, and she used it to play in and sometimes for naps, but Diana's room was closer to the master bedroom. Valerie's was closer to William's, and he fully expected to find her in his bed when she was in her room.

Diana and Cassie pass by William as he walks into the bedroom, and he closes the door once they leave and turns to look at Valerie in her bed. She was awake and blearily watching her favorite movie as William placed everything on the nightstand so he can set up the tray. When she notices his presence, she immediately makes room for him and he lays on the bed next to her, smiling when she snuggles into his side.

"Hey angel. Brought you a snack." He says softly.

"Berries?" Valerie whispers.

"You know it. You gotta take some medicine first though okay?"

"Yucky." She makes a face when William grabs it from the nightstand but takes it and drinks it anyway.

"You can wash it down with juice and strawberries." William laughs and grabs the juice box and opens it while the little girl sits up. "Here you go."

"Thank you Liam." She says quietly and sips her juice.

"You're welcome."

He then grabbed the two bowls and put them on the tray that he had set up over her legs and she puts her juice box on it to eat some of the fruit. William didn't even have to cut her off from the whipped cream. Valerie didn't seem very interested in eating much of it, and he was able to make up for it since she didn't double dip. He made sure to teach her not to do that when she started sharing snacks with him.

"Can you stay?" Valerie asks softly after a few minutes.

"Like sleep in here?"

"Uh-huh."

The teen looks over at Diana's bed and then back at Valerie. "Sure. Dia is gonna stay with Cassie tonight so I can sleep in her bed."

The smile his answer brought to his little sister's face was worth it. He was almost one hundred percent certain she would crawl into bed with him eventually but he wasn't worried about getting sick. If he did, it wouldn't be a big deal. Stephen would undoubtedly stay home again and make sure William was taken care of despite the fact that he was older than the girls and capable of taking care of himself, but the teen was happy knowing he had someone to go to for something as simple as not feeling well. He didn't really have that luxury when he was in the other homes. The foster parents would basically tell him to suck it up and go to school anyway. He learned to suffer in silence after a few times of that happening.

He and Thomas even did their silent suffering after being taken in by Stephen and Tony, but the silence didn't last long. Stephen very quickly found out (as Harley and Peter warned it would happen) and he gently scolded them for not going to him. The sorcerer dropped everything to take care of them and it was the best thing the twins ever experienced. Stephen brought them soup, medicine, and made sure they were warm and comfortable enough. William hardly noticed he was sick.

Stephen came into the room about an hour later, and halfway through Cinderella, to find Valerie cocooned in her blankets against William and sleeping soundly. The teen had since set the tray aside to get more comfortable and he pointed to the empty medicine cup before the sorcerer could even ask.

"She took it all."

Stephen smiles softly. "Thank you. Tony is finally done with work so he's taking care of Lucy now. Did you want to get up?"

"No. I'm okay for now. I told her I would sleep in here with her tonight anyway." William replies quietly so not to disturb the toddler.

"I'm sure that will keep her from being scared. Any requests for dinner?" Stephen asks.

"Food."

The sorcerer looks at him flatly. "You're no longer allowed to date Harley. He's clearly rubbing off on you."

William smiles. He knew Stephen wasn't actually serious, and the smile his mother gave him before leaving the room was confirmation. He ended up having to eat dinner in the room with Valerie when Harley brought it up for them later that night, and he did his homework on Diana's bed while Valerie watched another movie before going to bed for the night. Fortunately he didn't have much homework and was able to go to bed at a decent time, and he double checked to make sure his sister was asleep and okay before he went to sleep.

As he predicted, he woke up with Valerie in bed next to him, curled against his side, and the plus side?

Her fever had broken.

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𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐍 ⌲ 𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘳

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c h a p t e r t h r e e

"Alright, a cheeseburger extra pickles with potato wedges and a chicken tender platter with fries. Would you like any ketchup or honey mustard?" the waitress looked at Piper.

"Ketchup, please," the girl responded. The waitress nodded and took off toward the kitchen while Piper took a sip of her strawberry lemonade.

"Ranch goes better with chicken tenders than any other condiment. Too bad you can't have it," Lillian chuckled.

The brown haired girl rolled her eyes at her friend. Every time Lillian got the chance, she'd brag about how great food is with certain things that she knew Piper couldn't have. 'Ah, the many glories of being lactose intolerant,' as Piper would say.

The two girls were complete opposites, but mentally and emotionally were somewhat the same; it's what makes them such great friends. Lillian was the type of person that you would be intimidated by at first, but would grow to love if you didn't piss her off the first time you'd met. Bold and stubborn are her most obvious traits, but only a few new Lillian for who she was deep down behind closed doors. Piper could read her like a book, but never pushed Lillian when she knew she wasn't ready. Lillian Greene was the friend everyone needed in their lives, but only few have been graced with.

"Has Artemis calmed down a little since Hudson came home?"

Piper was chewing the bite of french fries she had just put in her mouth. "Uh, no, not really." She swallowed her food before she continued. "I mean, he has in the sense of coming home before three in the morning. The dude still goes out and does who knows what, but Hudson keeps close tabs on him. I'm just glad he came home and I didn't have to babysit Art anymore."

The curly haired best friend nodded to Piper as a sign of understanding and comprehension of what she had said. "Well, if you and Hudson ever need a babysitter for him, you know my schedule." Lillian winked at her friend.

Piper gagged. "I still think it's so weird that you like my brother. It's been over ten years now, Lil. You know you can't tame that feral beast."

Lillian shot back playfully, "Hey, a girl can try!"

The friends giggled until a phone notification caught their attention. "Work?" Lillian asked Piper.

"Who else would it be," Piper stated dryly. "They want me to come in fifteen minutes early because they've hired a new girl and she starts today." She started to pile her utensils and things on top of her empty plate of food and took one last sip of her drink. Piper stood up from the booth. "Text me how much mine is and I'll venmo you when I get a chance. I'm so sorry."

Lillian looked at her friend. "Don't worry about it, Pipes. I still owe you for buying my food last week. Call this even."

Piper smiled at her friend and held up her hands in the shape of a heart in front of her chest before she turned around and headed for the front door. Even though her job was just right down the road, Piper got in her car and drove since she wouldn't be going back to Greene's after her shift.

The familiar bells chiming above the door when Piper walked in grabbed the attention of her coworker, manager and the new hire. She made her way over behind the desk to set her belongings down and then faced the people present in the room. The lobby was quiet besides the constant low hum of the vending machine echoing through the space.

"Thank you for coming in early. I know you were probably at lunch with Lillian, and I apologize for that, but Lloyd wanted you to come in so that he could show the new girl around."

The girl smiled softly at her friend. "It's okay, Z. I was finished with my food anyway."

"Right, okay, so welcome to The Lotus, Zoe! This is Piper and Zion. Piper is lead concierge and been here for about four years and Zion has been here for around two and a half. If you have any other questions that I do not answer during your training today, feel free to ask Piper for answers. This girl knows this place like the back of her hand." The dark haired girl glanced at Piper for a second, then at Zion, and then back at Piper. Her second look at Piper could have turned her into stone.

Lloyd and Zoe walked to the back to go over some ground rules and give her papers containing information about her new job. Zion turned to his friend and coworker. "Let's hope she doesn't quit after a week like the last person did."

Piper chuckled, "Yeah, let's hope not."

A few hours go by with foot traffic being steady  for a Thursday afternoon. Zion was forced to take his break with the new girl, which left Piper at the front desk all by herself for half an hour. She didn't particularly mind since there was still an hour or so before the business started to pick up. The girl hopped off of her stool to go scan a room key back into the system as unoccupied. The chiming bells above the front door signaled that someone had probably come in. Piper faintly heard footsteps approaching the front desk and a couple seconds later hearing the bell atop of it ringing out.

"I'll help you in just one second," she called out.

The red indicator on the computer screen switched to green, telling her the key has been unassigned to the previous person. Piper slid the key into it's manila envelope and placed it into the correct number cubby.

"Alright," she said as she exited the room," how may I help y-"

Piper's words were cut off when she saw the person waiting at the desk. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't find the words.

"Hi, Piper. I need a room i- if that's okay,” he quickly stuttered the last part. The boy pushed the sides of his hair that was sticking out under his hat back behind his right ear.

"Of, course you can, Mr. Joyner. Is it just for one night?" Piper asked. The shock and excitement of seeing Owen again after a couple weeks made her want to do a little dance.

"I'll actually be here for about a week," he said.

"A week it is then," she said to him with a smile as she registered a room to him.

Piper went and grabbed a key card for him after taking his payment. He thanked her and went on his way to find his room that he would reside in for the next week. Her mind was spinning a million miles an hour. She hasn't seen the guy for only a short period of time and couldn't get him out of her head for any of it. Why was this guy so special? Why was he so stuck in her mind? Piper didn't have any answers to these questions, but knew this - Oh, what a week this will be.

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The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 5

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

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4 Months Pregnant

“I need customized stickers that say Baby On Board for my purple Lamborghini and the other cars I drive,” The Joker growls at his own idea whilst sharing it with the person fulfilling his wacko trades: Franco Rossi, the leader of best underground supply chain in Gotham.

“When would you like them ready Mister J? After Y/N gives birth?”

“Nope! Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?...” Franco hesitantly inquiries about the sudden emergency since he can’t understand why The King of Gotham demands them so fast.

The Joker hates explaining yet certain people are obtuse thus they necessitate enlightenment.

“Y/N’s pregnant: when she gets in a car, the baby is also. Baby on board! Hello??” the father-to-be loses his temper.

Who can argue with The Joker’s logic? Nobody. It sort of makes sense anyway.

“Of course, Mister J. I’ll have them ready. If you drop by after 6pm, I’ll have your guns ready too.”

“Perfect!” the Joker hangs up among the ruckus coming from the office near the kitchen: sounds of shattered objects and yelling alert Richard aka Panda you’re at it again. He nonchalantly passes by in order to deliver the items to The Clown.  

“Your drinks Mister J,” he gives one cup with Starbucks caramel latte to his boss and the other is placed on the table. Why does your boyfriend require 2 identical containers? It won’t take long to solve the mystery.

“Are the lids glued?”

Strange question but there’s a purpose in it.

“Yes sir. How is she doing?”

“She’s hormonal: breaking things makes her feel better which reminds me we have to hoard porcelain objects for her to wreck. NO glass!”

“Sure, I’ll tell the crew,” Richard leaves the kitchen while texting Frost. “Hulk needs more to smash,” he types the code name they gave you in the last weeks although The King knows about it: J’s the one that came up with it.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you are greeted as soon as you pop up from the office. “How’d it go?” he scrolls down on his phone and takes a sip of hot liquid.

“Ugghh!” a frustrated Y/N swings the yellow teddy bear The Joker stole for her on their first date, hitting his hand in the process. The drink flies near the fridge and splatters on the floor with minimal damage: only a tiny puddle instead of a disaster, that’s why the lids are glued.

Safety measure for The Queen’s unpredictability.

J grabs his reserve cup of coffee, paying attention now hence he dodges your renewed attack and keeps his coffee intact.

That’s why his drinks have the lids glued, in case you catch him off guard the second time it will result in negligible destruction.

It happened before.

“I don’t think so Princess,” The Joker strong grip on the container calms you a bit because you won’t be able to win this round. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you pout and sit in his lap.

“I bet the baby is,” the secret weapon is unleashed: J discovered such a gem by accident and it works like a charm. How can Y/N say “no” if the baby is involved? She can’t.

A plate filled with a bunch of your favorite breakfast food is placed in front of you and strangely enough you’re instantly hungry.

“Extra bacon,” he purrs. “Plus chocolate dip and honey mustard for your pickled cherries. I added peanut butter olives as a bonus.”

In your defense, you’ve been having weird cravings lately.

You place the toy on the chair nearby and start eating, ogling a Joker texting back and forth with his business partners. He chews the morsel you just offered and shivers: waffle dipped in clam juice is disgusting. Maybe he should look at the food you shove in his mouth.

“Gross,” J washes the terrible taste with coffee and gets a kiss for encouragement, yet he’s aware of the connotations. Another kiss confirms it.

Let’s put it this way: besides the hormonal episodes and food demands, The Queen has had a fresh type of craving recently - The Joker kind.

More than usually.

That’s why he has to clear it up.

“I’m flattered for being the center of attention; we gotta keep in mind that contrary to the popular belief, I don’t have unlimited stamina, Pumpkin.”

You nod in agreement and unbutton his pants, then unzip them also.

“Y/N, pay attention!” J insists since you don’t give a damn about his woes. “Think about it as a two way street: The Joker Street and I Want To Break Things Street. Are you with me so far?” he double checks.

Why is he yapping so much??! I guess you should make an effort to comprehend: he’s even doodling patterns on his phone to emphasize the speech.

“When you get hormonal, Princess, let’s try and walk on the I Want To Break Things Street instead of The Joker Street, hm? The Joker Street is sometimes closed for repairs until further announcement.”

OK, OK, this is a lecture. Something about a Joker Street, he seems upset he doesn’t have one…?... Right?...

If you were him, you would be pissed Gotham didn’t name a street in your honor when you’re so important for the town.

Another peck on his neck, then your lips go down his collar bone.

“You’re not paying attention, are you?” J mutters when it’s clear his shirt won’t remain on his body for too long.

“I am,” you defend yourself.

“Oh yeah? What did I say then?”

“Ummm…” you try to piece together words among estrogen taking over. “No Joker Street?...”

“Bingo, that’s it Princess! No Joker Street, correct! Choose the other street, yes?”

This time he kisses you, excited his idea was well received when in fact, both parties are referring to unrelated concepts.

“Wait,” J dodges your touch, “Richard is calling.”

Because he’s on the phone ignoring Y/N, she is ensuring a nice surprise for later; concentrating to the maximum to avoid misspelling, the following message is sent to Franco Rossi from her cell:

“Make a landmark sign that says Joker Street.”

The King’s conversation is prolonged more than anticipated until he discerns you’re not wiggling: you feel asleep, softly snoring on his shoulder and he definitely can’t afford to wake you up.

The doctors said your body is trying to cope with the pregnancy the best way it can: if you doze off at random hours it means you ran out of fuel and you should rest. After cheating death and surviving the accident, the future mother is at high risk of serious complications which is why each day could lead to unforeseen problems.

The Joker rises from the chair holding you in his arms and after a few steps he realizes it’s difficult to walk: thanks to his unbuttoned and unzipped pants, they keep sliding lower and lower. There’s no way he will make it upstairs so maybe the sofa in the living room is the best option. He almost trips thus he begins to drag his feet on the carpet, the pants at knee level now.

“I’m reduced to a piece of meat,” J grumbles, finally making it to the couch and placing Y/N on it so she can have her power nap.

*************

6:02pm

You accompanied The King to a meeting with Seraphim, the best hacker/strategist J uses: they’ve been plotting for a while concerning D.A. Kevin Winchester. The politician is becoming a huge pain in the butt for Gotham’s underworld and something must be done; either annihilation or blackmail, it truly doesn’t matter since he’s bad for business. Due to a total lack of interest in the subject, you are exploring the surroundings quite angry The Joker dragged you here.

Luckily there’s stuff to do.

Bam! you punch the fragile glass sculpture and it splinters into a million pieces on the lavish marble floor.

Seraphim jumps at the noise, immediately recognizing his beloved possession:

“That’s…,” he gulps, appalled. “That’s a Vitriol!”

Yup, the one and only Degas Vitriol, the latest sensation taking the art universe by storm.

“She’s hormonal,” J sneers. “She breaks shit!”

“That’s valued at 150,000 dollars!” the hacker breaths in much needed oxygen regarding the atrocity unfolding at his hideout.

“So??!!” your boyfriend sucks on his teeth, irritated. “Serves you right for buying that asshole’s artsy fartsy crap!”

The Joker actually has 4 Vitriol masterpieces at the mansion yet you were strictly forbidden to destroy them, alas he gave you the office for your rampages.

You continue your exploration as they talk about God knows what until you perceive an alarming detail: Seraphim is literally screaming having a gun pointed at J.

You sneak behind him then in a split second you strike the pistol out of his hand and your fist lands on his temple with such brutality it knocks him out unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N???” The Clown hisses at your erratic behavior.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing??!!!” he repeats, annoyed.

“S-saving  you…,” you stutter, confused on why J is mad. “He was yelling and…mmm, had a gun,” you wince in pain because your knuckles hurt from the impact.

“The guy’s half deaf and sometimes he raises his voice without noticing, or did you forget??!! Now I have to wait until he comes to his senses and that’s a waste of my time, Y/N!!! Seraphim wasn’t threatening me, he was showing me his newest collectible!!! I suppose someone with half a brain can’t acknowledge the mess they’ve created!!!”

A lot of accusations thrown your way still… the last sentence brings tears in your eyes.

“I…” you bite your lower lip. “…I don’t have half of brain…”

“Wanna bet??” The Joker bites more instead of leveling with your logic: you though he was in danger and took action. If it was a real emergency, yes, you would have been the hero; it’s not and apparently he can’t appreciate your fast intervention in these circumstances.

“Y-you’re stupid…” you whisper, frustrated. “You don’t understand anything…”

Here it is -- the cataclysmic event of the century: someone called The Joker stupid. He’s beyond outraged with nothing better to utter besides a very childish:

“You’re stupid!”

Y/N turns around and stomps out of the house leaving a trail of destruction outside: she slaps the bottled water out of The Shark’s hand, kicks Panda’s shin and snatches Frost’s donut basically inhaling the sweet treat.

“I want to go h-home!!” you shout and enter the first vehicle you see, slamming the door so hard the window on the passenger side cracks.

“Jesus…” Jonny mumbles and being the sensible man that he is you are offered the whole box of pastries he purchased for his family. He can acquire more, but there’s no way in hell he wants to endure Y/N in the state she’s in.

Gotta keep Hulk calm somehow…

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3 Hours Afterwards

You sulk when The Joker strolls in the master bathroom frantically searching the cabinets.

“Did you see my shaver?” he asks.

“Hm?”

“Did you see my shaver?”

“I…I wouldn’t know. I only have half a brain,” the surprisingly eloquent phrase queues J his woman is holding a grudge for his earlier statement. Why wouldn’t she? He was a complete jerk.

At least you didn’t catch on to the obvious: The King of Gotham doesn’t own a shaver; hair just grows on his head.  

He glimpses at Y/N soaking in the bathtub with a kid’s book in her left hand and the right hand fingers sunk into a bowl filled with ice placed at the edge of the Jacuzzi. The Joker leans over and switches your book since it’s upside down.

You huff at the unwanted help and stare at the pictures expecting he’ll look for his shaver and disappear.

You’re not that fortunate today.

“Imagine my surprise when I drove the main alley and detected a sign that says The Joker Street,” he brings up the topic.

Franco Rossi was super-efficient …sadly you ordered the item before J ran his mouth at the hacker’s place, otherwise you wouldn’t care he wants a street with his name.

“You said no… no Joker Street,” you stammer. “Now you have one,” the bitter tone makes him roll his eyes: Y/N’s brain got what it could from his monologue, he should have known better than to make it complicated.

“Excellent…” The King starts rubbing your tummy, “… precisely what I was aiming for. I’m washing the baby, not you!” he underlines when you move farther from him.

You scrunch your face displeased but let him do it because it’s for the baby.

“I know what you’re doing,” Y/N gives him a cold gaze. “U-using the baby… I’m not stupid!”

Busted, The Joker thinks. The schemer in him won’t accept defeat though.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Yes you did!”

“You said it first!!!” he reckons, antagonized. “Therefore two stupid people put together gotta make up for a smart one!!’

“I… I don’t wanna make out…” you frown at his suggestion.

The Joker sighs, deciding not to correct the trajectory of your judgement; it sure sounds like an opportunity.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired and…and I h-hate you,” your heavy eyelids close.

“Both viable reasons, even if I have to admit you striking Seraphim like that got me quite worked up. He’s no small fry! I had to wait for one hour for him to recover; you got a mean punch, woman! The more I reflect on it, the hornier I get. Which reminds me, Pumpkin: guess what?... … … I’m hormonal too.”

No answer, Pumpkin’s out.

“Of course nobody gives a damn if I’m hormonal!” he complaints while grabbing you from the bathtub. You cling to him for a few moments prior to drifting back into your dreams.

“Thanks for getting me all wet,” J snarls at the cruel reality of having his favorite Prada suit ruined.

“You…you’re welcome…” his Queen replies in her sleep, somehow her mind clutching to reality amidst pure relaxation.

This is what two hormonal individuals are reduced to: one’s dozing off, the other is suffering in silence, although being the proud owner of the tiniest road in Gotham compensates for the mishap.

It’s a two way street.

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