#but thankfully work has been good and I’ve been able to meet some amazing angels 🫶🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️

[rosicheeks]

hi Princess

i hope you are doing well

please tell us a little about your new job with the doggies!

[demonologistfucker]

WIP Angel MC! x Obey Me pt 2

Part Two - The Museum date with Satan. This is just a ruff of what I got so far. I am enjoying this but i Haven’t had a lot of focus for writing. So I just wanna share what I got so far.

Step into the shoes of an intellectual. I know they are uncomfortable, but these are cushioned with a bias outside human prejudice. They have their own prejudices of course, it’s just not As silly as a humans…. Either way, it’s a different way of looking at history. There is no need to keep colonial powers looking refined and noble.

This museum is not full of anything Real. They are all magical replicas of artifacts long burned, brutalized and forgotten. While it could be enlightening to a great deal of humanity. The plaques mainly speak of the demons who worked along with those doing the burning. It left a rather sick feeling in the angel’s stomach. While showing off the great wonder that was ruined. People still boasted about causing the burning. 

Satan did a better job explaining the history. He was detached. Thinking about the matter as a history, and could talk about it easily. Yet when he turned to MC. They had tears in their eyes. Thinking of what it felt like to just be a people, and slaughtered for living. The Angel felt the reality. Both marveling at the people who could create such art and monuments, and the utter despair at how this art came to the Angel’s eyes. So Eventually the Angel started to tune out the world around them, and focused more on their guide. A stranger who was still linked arms with MC. 

“I have a question,” MC looks up into Satan’s eyes. 

“I might have an answer,” The corner of Satan’s mouth pulled into a sharp smile.

“Do you view angels and demons as enemies?” MC watches Satan’s face closely. His eyebrows shot up for only a second. A brief flash of surprise, and then quickly to thought. His gaze drifting upwards as he rolled the matter over in his mind. 

“I think about this a lot, actually,” Satan rubs his chin. “I’m unsure. We are certainly told that we are opposites, but if we looked at the data, I think we’d find something else.” Satan chews on the thought, “There is a whole research of study on whether good even exists, yet there is a realm that claims to obtain All Good. Or define what it is. Which is just ridiculous, and as you can see.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. “Demons are not raging beasts. Sin has its place in reality. Too much of it would be disastrous, true, but not enough would also be a problem.” Satan kept his gaze away from the Angel. Not truly wanting to see them get upset about his stance. 

“Can you give me an example?” MC tilts their head. “No one’s talked about sin like that before.”

“Well… Let’s use wrath. Wrath being deemed a sin which is reasonable at first. Being angry and destructive is not helpful. However, wrath has been brought out to protect children, or to fight for justice. Wrath without thought is bad, but it is not bad in itself.” Satan glances at MC to see their expression. Then stays when he sees that MC is thinking it over. 

“What matters is how it’s used.” MC says softly. To which Satan nods. “There are plenty of supposedly holy people who are really cruel to keep their virtues.” Now both MC and Satan are sharing a smile. “Some of those people really are the worst. They manage to live up to His standards and yet are still-” MC grits their teeth. 

“Bastards? Fuckers?” Satan tries to keep a helpful face, but can’t help the corner of his mouth twitch up. 

“Yes!” MC shakes their head to let out some frustration. “Then they summon me to bring them to the bathhouse.” 

“You have to bring humans to bathhouses?”

“Where ever they want to go. It is their ‘paradise’ after all, and since I’m not a high ranking angel, so I’m basically supposed to care take for whatever human souls are around me.” 

“That sounds… Infuriating.” Satan says politely. He’s overjoyed to see the Angel seething with annoyance, but then something drowns it out. Their face falls and goes back to a placid expression. 

“It’s the duty of an angel.” MC’s voice is dryer than before. 

“Hmm…” Satan realizes he shouldn’t be staring at the Angel and looks back to whatever exhibit they had landed in front of. “Do you like your duties?”

“Do you like yours?” The Angel looks blankly ahead.

“Ours are very different. I simply Am the avatar. I can spend my days reading and be finishing my duty.”

“Really?” MC looks up in surprises. 

“Well, sorta of,” Satan chuckles. “I have RAD duties I can’t get out of, But that’s my choice in the end. I respect Diavolo enough to agree to his leadership, and RAD is his domain, so I do it for him.” Satan shrugs. “They don’t take up too much time for an immortal anyways.”

“That’s… so different from Heaven. I get maybe five hours to myself a day?” MC can’t even give an accurate number. Keeping track just makes it worse. “It’s all preselected work, too. We have no choice it what domains we’re put under.”

“No choice at all?”

“Supposedly it’s from the Divine plan,” MC rolls their eyes. “But I’m unsure of it.”

“No plan is ever perfect, let alone one made from one mind alone.” Even as Satan says this, he is prepared for a fight. His few conversations with angel’s before him had always ended in one. Angels devoted their existences to this divine plan. Critiquing it was a critique of everything they stood for. Instead, MC just nods. Their eyes overwhelmed in sadness. So Satan takes a deep breath and refocuses on the world around them. 

“It is amazing what humans are able to turn rocks into,” Satan looks at the old stone statue with amazement. 

“I’ve tried to do it before, and I can never manage.” MC tapped their chin as they reminisced. “They can make rock smooth, as if they were just pinching clay.”

“I can’t even work clay well.” Satan chuckles. Then there is silence as MC’s mind wanders down a bunny trail.

“Earlier they said that I would be attending school, is that true?” Satan nods. “Weird,” MC begins to laugh. 

“Why do you laugh? I will also be attending.” Satan says this even though he finds the whole school situation fairly fun himself. Still remembers the dinner when Lucifer broke the news that joining RAD also meant having to go through university again. They had completed their courses millennia ago. Satan was honestly a little excited. Brushing up his skills wouldn’t be the worst time. Though, all the other students sounded rather stressful.

“It will be curious. I didn’t expect to be introduced to Hell this way. It’s just… Okay, you’ll understand if I tell you how I imagine this, Exchange, would go in the Celestial realm.” Satan nods and leans back. Ready to listen. “Greeted with trumpets, obviously.” Satan rolls his eyes. “Then a personal conversation with It.” This makes Satan chuckle. “Then guided around the Celestial realm to all its numerous wonders. Shown the polished paradise where you can indulge in Nearly anything.” MC lifts a finger up with a crooked grin. “Though, you Can’t be a sinner, so you must be nice to Everyone you meet. No matter how annoying. If an Issue arises, you have to bring it up at court, and have it processed. It’s worse for angels, but guests wouldn’t see that. It would take months to see the court bit anyway. It would all be Sickly sweet.”

“And here you met a busy prince, told you had to go to school, and left to get eaten.” Satan keeps his head forward, but glances to see the angel’s reaction. 

“I’m enjoying it a lot.” MC smiles. 

“Not worried about your safety?” 

“Not Much,” MC Shrugs. “I don’t think I’ll be totally helpless,” Then MC looks to Satan’s face. Which seems to loudly be saying ‘okay, tell yourself that sweetheart’. “Do you think I should worry?”

“I think it was wise that you asked for a guide,” 

“Me to,” MC smiled, “I like your company.” MC pulls the hand they have clasped with Satan’s closer. For a moment, holding Satan against them. Letting their wing brush against his back. Then MC eases back. Failing to hide a blush that ran across their face. “ Just don’t imagine me helpless.”

“I could never.” Satan smiles softly. “I am the Avatar of wrath after all, and as I can tell.” He looks down at his open hand. Pretending to hold a board. “You have indulged in my sin at least six times.” A humorously low number for Satan. The average human indulged in it at least 50 times by their first birthday. That’s for a remarkably well tempered child, too. 

“That high?” MC winces, but then straightens their spines. Remember Why that had indulged, and feeling proud of that choice. 

“That is very low, and I think it would be good for your health to indulge in it a little more.”

    “Is this how you became friends with Alexander?”

“It’s how I became much more than friends, Dear.” Satan puts a hand on his chest. Looking utterly too proud of himself. MC grimace only deepened as they felt their face heat up. They are saved by an alert on Satan’s D.D.D. “I am afraid I have dinner soon. Your human roommate will be at purgatory hall for dinner, though. I can walk you back if you like?” Satan looks rather annoyed at his phone, but his face relaxes as he looks at MC. 

“That would be nice,” MC smiles and can feel the heat once again rise in their face and chest. “What on your D.D.D made you so upset?”

“Oh, you could see that?” Satan looks rather apologetic. 

“Clear as day, man,” MC has to try and not laugh. 

 “The message came from Lucifer,” Again he says the name with such disgust. MC wants to giggle. “He was reminded I must come to dinner and meet the new human.”

    “The face you just made,” MC has to put a hand over their mouth. Thankfully, they were almost out of the museum. But on the way on they got a couple glares from the Serious Observers. “What about this new human is so upsetting?”

    “Oh it’s not them,” Satan grimaces, but then straightens his spine. 

    “Then what is it?” 

“The process of picking was idiotic. It took four years for them to finally decided on what three humans to pick. The last one was completely random, it turns out.” Satan takes a deep breath. “I left the project after the first human was picked.”

“Who are they?”

“Solomon.” Satan says with a grimace. Left is a gentle way of putting what Satan did when Solomon was picked. The table was thrown through the wall and Satan marched out through the hole. 

“Who?”

“You don’t know? Oh, right… Angel wouldn’t hear about him, I guess.” Satan chews on his lip for a second. “He is an ancient king who managed to get pacts with 72 demons, and accidentally became immortal.” Satan’s has a great number of suspicions about Solomon. There are barely any humans who have One pact with a demon. Yet this human managed to get 72, and immortality. While also maintaining a beloved relationship with a great number of people. To Satan, this reeked of evil in hiding. “He’s also a super powerful wizard and has gone through the university magic program so many times he rewrote a portion of it.”

“So that’s who they picked to show off the magical prowess, huh?”

“It doesn’t even work,” Satan groans. Satan had sat through hours of meetings debating which humans to brings, and how their presence would affect the experience for Other humans in the trip. They fisted wanted a human who had some understanding of the magical to be a grounding force for the other two. Satan had many suggestions of Other magicians who could do a job. Magicians who did have 72 pacts with demons. One of whom being his younger Sibling. “We should have picked a human who could actually use the program. He was a powerful magician before coming to our school. He used it to have fun and meet people.“ 

“So he’s open to fun?” MC bounces slightly as they walk. 

“He can be… but he’s often looking out for himself first.” Since Satan so clearly distrusts Solomon. MC chooses to ignore this, and instead is excited to meet this weird wizard.

“Ah, prioritizing ones own needs. The gift of the ego… that we all have.” MC smirks. Feeling that MC was poking fun at Satan. He bristled and turned a lovely read. 

“It’s not just ego,” Satan huffs. “How could he make so many pacts without being devious?” 

“I don’t know,” MC shrugs. “Have you asked him?”

“No,” Satan looks aghast. “He’s a cunning being, I can’t just ask him.”

“I’ve heard cunning humans can be the most fun,” MC is now starting to walk back to campus with a little more speed. 

“Who would say that?” Satan looks bewildered at the little angel. 

“Simeon,” MC says, unbothered by Satan’s judgement. 

“He enjoys Lucifer’s company, I would not blindly trust Simeon’s taste.” Satan’s lip curls upward when he mentions Lucifer. MC thought on the matter. Simeon had given Lucifer a hug. When it was rather clear that Lucifer was Not a hugger. 

“Do you know if Simeon and Lucifer know each other? I’ve never heard Simeon talk about him, but it’s also frowned upon to talk about him in general.”

“I wouldn’t know, but Lucifer did spend the most time in heaven out of all of us,”

“Ah, who’s Us?”

“Oh my brothers,” Satan sighs, “They might know if Simeon and Lucifer have a history, but I won’t be asking for you.” 

“That’s fair,” MC nods. 

“Do they not talk about the revolution in the celestial realm?”

“Only brief mention. He doesn’t like it being brought up so… most just avoid the topic. I really don’t know much about it.”

“Hmm,” Satan frowns. He didn’t want to strike Lucifer’s ego, but what he did is important history. “I might have some history books you could borrow if you’d like.” It was strange being confronted with the Angel’s reality. Satan couldn’t imagine a life without living in the shadow of that revolution. His exists was born from its grief and agony, and this Angel knew of it only in passing. Did that mean they didn’t know his history at all? 

“Oh, that would be nice, but” The Angel blushes and closes their eyes.” I’m not the best of readers. My eyes get distracted?”

“I have heard of conditions similar to that,” Satan nods, “Well the topic is a heavy one, but if you wanted I could explain our side of the history some time.” They were now walking down the path to Purgatory hall. Satan felt is stomach dip at the thought of leaving. Next would be a dinner of more polite conversation. With the chance, he’d be living with two new assholes now. “If you wanted I could put my contact in your D.D.D. That way we can schedule, and If you need a guide again-” His words faltered as the blush becomes too hot. 

“I would like that very much.” MC Smiles and hands over their D.D.D.

“Oh-” Satan just finished it with a smile, and then takes the D.D.D. With thin fingers he types it all in. “I do have a schedule, so I can’t be your guide always but,” Satan looks into the Angel’s eyes, and feels his heart get stuck in his throat. “Don’t be afraid to ask.”

“I definitely won’t,” MC says, even though their heart was starting to race. MC stumbled as they hit the first steps up into Purgatory hall. “Thank you for taking me around.” MC’s wings flutter slightly, trying to dispel anxiety. “It was really nice getting to know you.”

“It was truly a pleasure,” Satan smiles, and then bows low to the Angel. As he rises, he keeps his eyes steady with MC’s gaze. There is a heartbeat where they are both caught staring at each other. Satan should be going home now, and the Angel should be heading inside. Instead, they both linger. Feeling their hearts surging in their chests, and wondering what they can possibly do about it. “I hope you enjoy your dinner,” Satan regrets the words instantly, but his feet are already moving to walk away. 

“You to!” The Angel blurts, feeling horribly awkward, but also thrilled. The nerves of wanting to make a good impression. As they watched the elegant blond walk away. MC could still feel excitement brewing within them. 

The feeling lingered as MC walked into the main doors of Purgatory Hall. Already they could feel that something was different within the building. A new presence shifted the home's energy. The air now had the smell of a laboratory. MC wandered down the hall till they reached the kitchen. Which is where they found Simeon, Luke, and a stranger gathered around the Oven. The Stranger was tall with bright white hair. The light in his eyes was unmistakably human, but something was off. 

“Are you certain it’s supposed to look like that?” Simeon squinted at the Oven. 

“I have never done this before,” The Strange says easily, but both Simeon and Luke look utterly terrified. 

“What’s going on?” MC asks as they walk behind Luke to get a view of what’s going on. “Why is it...cracked?”

“I believe that’s a part of the baking process,” The stranger smiles warmly and then extend a hand to MC. “My name’s Solomon, I am the human exchange student who will be living with you three.”

“I’m MC,” They take Solomon’s hand. His hand is surprisingly dense and cold. Heavier than the Angel had expected. “I thought there were three humans?”

“Indeed, but the other humans get to live with the brothers.” Solomon sighs. “I still don’t understand why they get to be close to the princes of Hell and not me.” Solomon actually did have a guess why, but he wanted to pout about it.

“Do you want to hear Lucifer and Mammon fighting with each other all the time?” Simeon chuckles.

“That’s a fair point,” Solomon nods. “Not to seem like I’m complaining about being with you three,” MC hadn’t even considered that Solomon might not be happy to be staying with three angels. Now though they had to think about it. A man with 72 pacts with demons might not have the most favorable opinion of angels. MC couldn’t exactly blame him for this, but hoped it wouldn’t get in their way. 

“I think our company is much better than those demons,” Luke tilts up his chin given everyone a good look of his nostrils. 

“Not better,” Simeon tuts, “we our own kind of fun, and will still have plenty of time with the brothers if we choose.” 

“You like them?” Solomon eyes Simeon. 

“Yes,” Simeon smiles genuinely. “I am really happy to see them again.” Solomon nods, and then smiles himself. 

“Me too,”

[yinyanchan]

NSFW Black/Reader

This is an excerpt from a Fanfiction called Bone-ifide Goods that hasn’t been posted yet. Basically Reader is in a tight spot and is helplessly trying to take care of her niece and nephew. After her sister in law up and left/disappeared with insurance money when it was announced Readers brother was missing in action and its assumed he is dead. Desperate for work until financial aide can help with her two new mouths to feed and literally on her last few dollars. She finds Bone-ifide goods, a grocery that is run by all the AU skeleton brothers Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale, Swapfell. They help reader get on her feet as well as a job. This was going to be an explicit rating one. (I know I’m partial to swapfell sans but I adore him so he got the first sex scene.)  Feature below under the cut. WARNING THIS IS NSFW. Biting, knotting, public sex. Writing mature themed things is still very new to me so I’m posting this to get a feel. I am open to critiquing!

You guessed right.

Black had been reading your cues and he had been salivating for this moment.

Looking away shyly as he closes the cooler door behind him… eyeing you ravenously.

It had been awhile for you to have some meaningful adult time since the kids have been with you. No walks of shame from late night drinking. Nothing to quench the burning lust you've started to develop for these amazing skeletons.

Noticing that some of them have been dropping a few hints that they might be interested in you too.

You decided to drop a few seductive hints to Black. It was a slow day so Orange had Blue manning the register while you two stocked the floor leaving you by yourselves for the most part.

Now here you were about to have sex with a skeleton co-worker. So scandalous… you could be fired for this but wouldn't he as well? Hard to know and this was a family run business and all. Your hormones are raging and as he quickly closes the gap and throws his arms around you… you weren't going anywhere. His mouth on yours making the cooler almost steam from the heat your bodies were already prepped and producing.

Caught in his passionate embrace, knowing you two had to be quick. Your disappearance could easily be explained as your 15 minute break which you often took with one of the skeletons you were working with.

Black seemed to understand the need for a hasty rendezvous as well and turned you around. Thankfully a skirt was your chosen garment today and was also the subject of tease as you've subjected him to near panty shots. Your skirt is riding a little high as you bend over. Getting the poor flustered skeleton worked up and wanting as bad as you were.

He pulled your Polo over your head but left it resting and still covering your arms as you braced yourself for what was to come.

You feel him against you nipping and licking your shoulder to the crook of your neck. He places a hand between your legs to splay them and widen your stance as the other grips your hip.

Your panties are pushed aside and the waters are tested and it's safe to say you are positively dripping at this point… you've wanted him all day.

His hand leaves and you hear a zip and you moan in approval as he continues to assault your neck.

Then he pushes himself on you with the passion of a wild animal. You feel his weight pressing down but not fully,  just to show dominance. His chest on your back as he adjusts and you can feel a throbbing cock getting slick against your folds. Hearing and feeling a deep rumble from his chest… a mixture of a growl and a groan at feeling your heat.

Knowing your warm core probably feels amazing to his aching member in this cold cooler. Nipping you harshly enough to draw blood as he lines up with your opening… leaving you a moaning mess in want.

"Black please! Please!" You cry out to spur him on.

Ask and you shall receive.

Black rams it in with a guttural growl upon hearing your plea. You throw your head back as you clench his length and thickness… almost sad that it leaves only to cry out in joy when it returns… again and again…

He pistons into you as you both try to meet your end. It has to be quick so you can cool down and clean up. Then act like it didn't happen… then maybe try it again.

With the way Black is clinging to you purring and groaning with every squeeze around his cock you provide… he might just be up for another round in the near future too.

Both of you have seemed a little pent up and he starts back with tender nips as his thrusts begin to get a little erratic. You are so close, yes. You begin to rub your sensitive nub to help you reach with him.

You hear him whine and start to pull away and you realize that he might be trying to pull out… Gripping his hands and pulling him back flush against you earned a surprised huff of air out of him.

"It's okay Black. Give it to me. I want it all." You whine back and hear a ferocious snarl before he bites into you to latch his teeth into a grip.

Your eyes bulge… did he get bigger? You felt his cock almost bulge inside of you. It left you gasping as he tried to thrust.

You feel him snake a hand down to finish rubbing your clit making you a moaning mess. A final thrust from him and it feels like an explosion erupts from his cock. Sending you into your own pleasurable climax.

Feeling his cum continuously spurting against your spasming insides sending you into another but smaller orgasm.

Both of you are breathing heavy but very satisfied. Reveling in the aftermath for a quick moment. Now you had to be quick. Both of you needed to get cleaned up before you were caught.

You try to break away from Blacks embrace only to get a surprised gasp of pain and down both of you went. 

Looking down Black was splayed on the floor and you very much still connected to his penis straddling him reverse cowgirl style.

"S-SHIT! Y/N I'M SORRY! I GOT TOO EXCITED AND KNOTTED INSIDE YOU!" Black is as red as a beet in embarrassment.

"Knotted? What does that mean? Are we stuck?" You ask looking back at him incredulously.

"YES… UNTIL MY KNOT HAS GONE DOWN." Black at least looks apologetic but you are terrified.

"What!? Black, if we aren't on the floor in a few minutes they are going to come looking for us! We can't use the 15 minute break excuse if we're gone longer than that!" You try to get up again only to grunt and come back down to rest on him. Then squeak in surprise when you feel another jet of cum coating your insides.

"S-SORRY… I'VE REALLY BEEN FANTASIZING ABOUT THIS AND YOU ASKING FOR IT MADE ME LET LOOSE." He sighs and blushes.

"What sex in a cooler?" You quip at him.

"STARS NO! BEING... INTIMATE WITH YOU." Black says looking away. You know he means it if he's embarrassed.

Black has a special place in your heart… you don't quite know if you're ready to give him everything but… since he made amends, from that fiasco when you first met him, by buying you and the kids groceries when you had nothing… you had a soft spot for him. He hadn’t needed to but he did it anyway.

Then when he started saying "YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL TODAY." along with his good mornings… and giving you appreciative looks… willing to help at a moment's notice… Then when you left him speechless getting all gussied up for chaperoning Angels school dance… you had also invited him to come along with you to help keep you sane… you both had a very good time and even danced to a few songs… making it very clear how bad you both wanted to jump each other's bones…

Bad thing was… you also liked all the other skeletons. With raising the kids in mind you needed to date around and find mr. Right but that didn't mean you couldn't have some fun. Especially when Black was a potential candidate for that role.

"Y/N, Black, Code 2 at the front checkout."  You hear Orange over the loudspeakers just outside the cooler and you both blanch.

Code 2 was a sudden rush at the checkout… that you two were too preoccupied to help.

You try to lift again and both hiss… lowering poor Black to the harsh cold of the cooler floor.

"I AM SO SORRY. THIS IS GOING TO TAKE A MOMENT." Black groans as another spurt of cum hits deep inside you. It flares that tingling warmth back to life a little.

Stars… you couldn't get horny again… could you?

You feel yourself moistening more and clamping down on his still hard member… making him whimper.

You look back to apologize only to see him give you the same needy lust filled gaze.

What the heck… you were stuck might as well get off again if he doesn't mind.

Make it count before you were fired.

Feeling more cum fill you… you started your hips rocking for friction. Rubbing your clit as he began to pump once again. His moans make you clench him tighter in pleasure. Black gripping your hips harshly as you rode him.

Still cumming but still going? All the guys you've been with were typically spent after they blew their load. Far too sensitive for another round. Black was still cumming from his first and wanting to do more.

Feeling his cock rub aggressively the sensitive places inside you. Arching your back as he bucks.

Over stimulated yourself from the pleasurable pressure that was Black's still swollen member and the harsh tugs as he thrusts, not able to truly leave your womanhood.

Black instantly raises himself to embrace you further. You both aren't going to last very long as his feather like kisses begin to grip and nip. A final throb and feeling him explode within you again had you almost cry out as it hits deep within your womb. Sending pleasant shivers of coital bliss as your partner purrs coming down from his high.

You relax back into him and he nuzzles you appreciatively. Still deeply embedded in you. You still feel him twitch and release small spurts. Your abused core, highly sensitive to it all… making you whimper and moan.

Thankfully his second orgasm must have triggered his knot to go down. You feel the pressure begin to fade. Both of you quickly try to get ready.

Black gives you his bandana for cleanup and hastily hides it once you are done. His pants however were a little on the wet side. You untucked his polo slightly so it would cover the spots. 

Getting a thumbs up when you ask how you look. You both make a beeline for the registers. You got a concerned look from Blue and Orange as Orange was trying to help man the registers as you two didn't show.

Both of you hopped on and helped take care of the crowded frontline. Once it went down it was Orange that piped up.

“So… where were you two?” He asks suspiciously.

“W-we were in the cooler. We were trying to rotate stock and one of the crates fell over.” You thought it was a good excuse to be late. However Black was rigid and when Orange looks his way for verification, he merely huffs.

“YOU ASK THAT AS IF WE WERE TRYING TO GET OUT OF DOING OUR JOBS.” He glares at Orange who humms.

“Is that right? So what happened to your bandana?” Orange smirks at him as he falters. He always had his bandana…. This looked highly suspicious.

“MISS Y/N!” You turn to look at Blue as he sounds panicked

He leans in close and whispers to you. If you could call it whispering.

“IS-IS IT THAT TIME? I THINK YOU FORGOT. YOU’VE GOT RED ON YOUR LEG.” You can only gape at him then look down and sure enough there is a little trail on the inside of your lower leg you must have missed… of red cum from a now very red skeleton.

“Oh! Thanks Blue I need to go clean this up.” You smile awkwardly at him when on the inside you are mortified.

Unaware that you completely left Black to Orange’s mercy. Of which you didn’t know… he lacked.

“I wonder what sans is going to say when he looks on the security footage.” Orange smirks as Black sputters.

“W-WE DON’T HAVE CAMERAS IN THE COOLER!!!!” He yells.

“We don’t have them in the freezer. There’s a difference.” He keeps the smirk up as Black looks horrified.

“Blue can you finish with the front stock while we don’t have any customers checking out?” He calls over to his brother who cheerfully salutes. As soon as Blue was out of ear shot.

“You think I can’t tell the difference between blood and magic mister? Then there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Orange eyes are lit an eerie orange. Black could see there was no getting out of this.

“SHE WANTED IT AND I GAVE IT. NO SENSE IN GETTING JEALOUS ORANGE.” Black smirked right back as it was Orange’s turn to gape.

[artxyra]

Another DC TA Marinette Story

*So the other version is strictly a one-shot drabble post while this one might, and I repeat might have more than two parts. 

Part 1: Welcome to Gotham 

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 |��

Marinette’s having a bad day. It started with her waking up late, breaking her five-day streak of waking up early. She nearly fell on her way down the stairs, thankfully she remained unharmed. Then she was late coming to class, but that mainly due to poor time management decisions. Only for her to then realize that she’s no longer a student, but the teacher assistant for Mme. Bustier’s class. 

“Look Mme. Bustier, Marinette’s late again.” Lila points out, as the graduate rolls her eyes and takes her place in the back of the classroom. 

“That’s enough, Lila.” Caline scolds, before turning her focus to her teaching assistant. “Is everything alright, Marinette?” She asks. 

Marinette nods and pulls out a folder filled with paperwork that needs to be grade. The class continues as follows. Caline spoke about the upcoming projects about the American lifestyle in specific cities. Marinette would finish the paperwork, pull out her laptop, and take a few notes on class’ behaviors. 

Everything seemed fine, but that crashed when Lila thought it would be a great idea to once again open her big mouth. 

“Mme. Bustier, I cannot do this project as [insert overly used lie here].” She pouts. 

“Girl, I can help you. She did say that we can do it as a group project.” Alya interjects with a smile. 

Lila ever with the dramatics, “Oh Alya, you can’t be serious. I don’t want you doing all the work.” 

Marinette could feel her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulls it out to see that it was a message from Gotham’s Prince. She smiles and opens the notification. 

Gotham’s Prince: Did you sleep well, Angel?

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: It was good until it wasn’t. 

Gotham’s Prince: What do you mean?

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: You’re not with me. 

Gotham’s Prince: Well, soon I will be. 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: And I’m counting down the days. 

Marinette looks up from her phone and sees that her former classmates are staring at her. She shrugs and places her phone in her pocket.  

“What city do you plan on doing, Marinette?” Alix shouts out catching the attention of both Caline and Marinette. The teacher and her assistant lock eyes before the former curtly nod. 

“Gotham.” Marinette murmurs, gathering her supplies to neatly present them later. 

“I actually visit Gotham, you know.” Lila states, “If you need any help, I’ll gladly give information to you.”  

Marinette scoffs and forces a smile towards the pathological liar, “Thank you, Rossi, you will be my last resort.”

Lila once again started the dramatics by crying her eyes out. It is amazing how that liar can still be able to cry with the amount she has done. 

It wasn’t long before the class was over. Marinette walks over to the front desk and hands Caline the stack of graded assignments.

“Thank you, Marinette,” Caline says, accepting the assignments. 

“I want to tell you in advance that I’ll be joining my boyfriend in a couple of days. Do you think that you’ll need me during that time?” 

Caline thinks for a moment then she shakes her head, “I don’t believe so, Marinette. Thank you for the heads up in advance. How are your studies going?” 

Marinette smiles, “They’re going great, my business classes are helping me in running my freelancing business. And I already finished my fashion assignments earlier this week.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Caline opens the door for the two of them to exit through. Marinette walks out first with a quick curtsy to the gesture. 

Marinette’s phone buzzes again. 

Gotham’s Prince:  You are the only person that my brother will listen too, call them. 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: Why? 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: What did they do now? 

She didn’t receive an answer. Shrugging, Marinette places her phone in her back pocket and make a beeline to the main entrance. 

“I’m sure whatever charm you have over Mme. Bustier, will be gone before you know it,” Lila whispers into the graduate’s ear. Marinette rolls her eyes and continues to walk away. Unbeknown to Lila, it was a smirk that presented on the teen’s face rather than a pout. 

“That was very brave of you, Marinette.” Tikki complements when the two are alone. 

Marinette turns to her kwami and smiles, “I have way better things to do than to let some phony ruin my day. Besides what she does will indeed hurt her at the end.” 

“Marinette…” Tikki sighs with a giggle at the end. 

“What? You know that it’s true. As long as the class doesn’t know that I actually graduated last quarter, anything that she throws at me will be seen as an assault.” 

“You’ve been spending to much time with Jason, haven’t you?” Tikki wonders. 

“Only on the weekends, Tikki.” Her chosen jokes before catching the sight of a certain blonde model. 

“Hey, Manette,” Adrien Agreste greets, running over to the graduate.  

“Hey, Adrien, how was your photoshoot?” 

“It could have been better if Lu was there, but I rather suffer in silence and get comforted later.”

“That’s...good to hear.” Marinette’s eyes narrowed unsure of her reply. “Have you thought about the city assignment?” 

Adrien shakes his head. “Honestly, I have no clue. I was planning on doing Smallville, but I don’t know.” He looks to Marinette with kitten eyes, “Are you really doing Gotham?” 

Marinette nods only to lean against a nearby wall. 

“I figure that would be easier to do since I’ve been there and all.” She admits, holding her arms against her chest. 

“Great, Gorilla is here.” Adrien groans. 

“He’s more of a guardian than anyone else,” Marinette states, spotting the large bodyguard and pushing herself off the wall. 

Adrien sighs and wishes the fashion designer a farewell before heading over to Gorilla. Marinette smiles softly seeing how much the model has changed since entering the public school system. Of how he has grown since becoming Chat Noir, granted they did have their ups and downs but once he finally accepted his being, everything has been smooth sailing. 

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Gotham’s Prince: Check Twitter.  

Marinette’s eyebrow raises at the message and she opens up her Twitter app. 

Dick Grayson @theflyinggrayson Grumpy-pants here is missing his GF

Below shows a picture of Damian Wayne looking at his phone with what appears to be a sad look on his face. 

A chuckle escapes her mouth. 

Manette @GothamsFashionSense  Thanks for the laugh @theflyinggrayson, I pretty sure that you all miss me.

 Marinette then adds a cute kitten gif relating to the post. 

Gotham’s Prince: What the hell, Angel! 

Gotham’s Fashion Sense: You asked and I delivered

Marinette places her phone back into her back pocket and walks in the direction of her family’s bakery.

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“What do you mean you won’t be able to come?” Caline Bustier asks her assistant in the middle of a meeting. Marinette bites her lower lip and looks between the principal and the full-time teacher. 

“What I mean is that I’ll be overseas staying with my boyfriend’s family around that time. At the very least tell where you’re having the class exchange at and I can make plans around that.” Marinette informs the two with arms cross and an irritated look on her face.

“The exchange is with Gotham Academy, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”   

Marinette’s eyes bug out. Her whole demeanor changes. “No,” She denies. 

“Will that be a problem, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng?” The principal asks slightly concern for the alumna’s wellbeing. 

Marinette straightens herself out. “No, in fact, I will already in Gotham. If something does come up, I will only be a phone call away. Will I get there in time that will depend on what I am doing at the moment.” 

Caline’s face brightens, she’s not going to be alone with the class in Gotham. “That’s great news to hear, Marinette.” 

“Yes, I’m sure. The trip is in a month, correct?” 

“Yes, and the exchange will last for about four weeks. Mme. Bustier will only be there to oversee the program and class if something were to go array. They will be living in housing provided by the school as we’ll do the same to their students.” The principal states. 

Marinette nods, “Is that everything or do I need to fill out any paperwork allowing me to supervise the class while at Gotham Academy?” 

“I do have the paperwork here for you to fill to get access into the building. Other than that you--well we should be fine. I will inform you if anything has changed.” 

“Thank you, Principal De La Fontaine.” Marinette exits the office with a smirk on her face.  

Ever since the akuma has begun showing up in France, the Paris school board officials declared Principal Damocles unfit to be a principal and opted for De La Fontaine to oversee college and lycee of the Dupont schools seeing as they are short-staffed. Marinette was able to take the Baccalauréat after pleading to her parents. Thankfully, she was able to pass on her first try and even convinced the school to allow her to be a teaching assistant until the end of the school year. 

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“I’m telling you Dami, I have everything ready and pack for my trip to see you.” Marinette states into the phone. She sighs and switches shoulders as she is placing the final set of clothes into her suitcase. On the other side of the phone, Damian said something that causes her to roll her eyes. “Damian I will end this call; besides, you know that I would call you if something goes wrong. I’ll see you in two days. Je t'aime.” Marinette ends the call before she couldn’t find it in her to blow up her international data even more. 

 Marinette throws herself onto her chaise sighing, “Tikki, should I take the miraculous box with me or ask Kaalki to open up a portal?” She wonders as her flying ladybug kwami hovers beside her. 

Tikki, munching on a cookie, says, “Marinette would it even matter. You use Kaalki every time you go to Gotham. It’s a miracle that you’re parents haven’t caught on yet.” 

“You say miracle, I say luck.” Marinette plays, “Besides making it look like I go to the airport has covered my quick trips pretty darn well.” 

“Well, what are we going to do about Hawkmoth?”   

“I’m giving Luka and Kagami their miraculous for when the class goes to Gotham as Adrien will most likely be joining them. Hopefully, Hawkmoth doesn’t do anything drastic while we’re gone.” Marinette sighs and kicks herself over to lay on her back. 

Tikki could only smile at how far her chosen has come. From the unsure thirteen-year-old to the now strong level-headed seventeen-year-old woman. Ever since Fu’s amnesia, Marinette has done a great job of making sure that everything regarding the miraculous box is kept secret and safe. She created a box similar to her diary box to protect the miraculous box. 

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After giving Luka and Kagami their miraculous, she (as Ladybug) informed them that she will be once again going on a vacation overseas. The two wished their friend farewell with the promise of calling her when Hawkmoth attacks.

“I expect details on the proposal when I get back,” Marinette demands, pointing at Luka causing him to blush thinking about a certain cat-themed hero. 

“You’ll give a heart attack if you keep saying things like that, Manette.” 

“I know,” Marinette beams. 

The group of three hugs each other before parting ways. 

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Gotham’s air may have never been clean as crimes happen all the time, but to Marinette, it was like a second home. She loves returning back to Gotham since she met the Wayne family, which was completely by accident. Well, it wasn’t much of an accident it was through Jagged Stone that they met; however, it was by accident how she met Damian. 

“Angel! You’re here...finally.” Damian greets his lover of two and a half years. Marinette giggles and runs into his arms. She misses the feeling of his body warmth and well just him in general. Just don’t tell the others that.  

“Of course, I’m here and now you’re stuck with me for two months.” 

Damian is taken back, “What happened to being here for two weeks?” 

“A class exchange with Gotham Academy. As the TA of the class selected, I was roped into joining them on their journey to hell.” 

Damian curtly nods his head and wraps his arms around her torso. He kisses her cheek causing the Paris native to blush.

Manette @GothamsFashionSense Look’s who’s back in action. Can’t wait to spend time with you all. 

In the attachment is a photo of Marinette posing in front of the Wayne Enterprises with a smile reaching her eyes. Comments flood the designer’s notifications to the point she had to turn them off. The majority of the comments were from the same people, the entirety of the Bat-family.  

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“Jay-Jay, I swear if you play a prank on me, you’ll receive no cookies for the rest of the week,” Marinette growls, exiting the guest bedroom--well it’s really hers, but won’t admit it.

“Todd, it’s too early for this.” Damian groans, coming from behind the designer in a personalize pajama design set. 

Jason stares at the two in shock and teasingly asks with a mock sense of seriousness, “Did you at least used protection?” 

Marinette’s jaw drops as murderous intent rolls off Damian. 

“I’m gonna kill you, Todd!” Damian screeches, pulling a katana out from miraculous knows where and chase at the laughing anti-hero. Marinette stood frozen as a rosy pink color spreads across her cheeks. 

“Why would Master Damian and Master Jason be running down the halls, Miss Marinette?” Alfred wonders, appearing in front of the designer. 

Marinette shakes her head and gives the butler a cheeky smile, “Jay-Jay being inappropriate. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually kills Jason today.” 

Alfred sighs and tells her that breakfast should be done in a moment. Marinette happily nods then returns back to her room to get change. 

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“What do you mean that Marinette isn’t coming to class?” Chloe shrieks, when Adrien announced that Marinette had left for a trip yesterday. The entire class could only focus their ears on the two blondes for gossip. 

“It’s like I said, Mari, said she’ll be gone for a couple of weeks. She didn’t say where and all I know is that Mme. B let her off the presentation assignment.” 

Chloe scoffs then huffs at the newfound information. “Well, that will explain why Lu and Gami showed up last night instead of her.” 

“I’m sure she’ll give us a call when she settles in,” Adrien adds on just as Mme. Bustier walks into the classroom with a stack of papers in hand. 

“Good evening class.” She greets, setting the stack down on her desk. “As you all know, our class was selected for a class exchange with our American partners. These are your permission slips to sign and date for the trip. If there is any question, please do not hesitate to contact me.” 

“How long will we be gone for?” Alya asks raising her hand without being called on. 

“The program will last for four weeks. What you learn during the exchange will count as a credit to graduate.” The teacher smiles. “Are there any other questions?” 

No one else raises their hands. Caline smiles at this and begins to hand out the permission slips. 

“Have these all turned in by the end of this week.” 

“What about, Marinette?” Surprisingly, this question didn’t come from the protect Marinette squad but instead Juleka, who is usually quiet in the class. 

Caline is taken back, “Marinette will be joining us for this exchange. We have already contacted her parents. Are there any other questions?” 

The room goes silent. Caline nods and turns on the projector. “Today we will be going over your presentation assignment. The only person excused is Marinette as she has completed hers in advance.” 

Of course, the class blows up at that declaration. 

 “What, why does she get special treatment?” Alya’s voice booms through the classroom. “If you one it should be Lila!” 

“Alya, calm down, the reason why Marinette did her assignment is that she won’t be with us these coming weeks. If you have an issue with that take that up with her. Now please, can I continue with my lesson.” Caline could feel a headache coming. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to mention Marinette’s presentation and just use it as a template for the others to follow. 

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Manette @GothamsFashionSense    Been in town for two days and these idiots are still the same. Mar’i, honey, you the best!

Below the tweet is an attached image of Marinette sitting in the middle with Mar’i Grayson on her lap laughing as Damian appears to be yelling at Jason, Tim’s head smack-down on the table a coffee cup in hand. Dick behind them all with Kori’s arm wrapped around his torso. 

Marinette laughs at the impending struggle Damian has in an attempt to once again harm Jason. She plays with the young toddler on her arms as Mar’i tries to take a scoop of the leftover ice cream. Marinette bounces the young Grayson in her lap and feeds a scoop of ice cream. 

“It’s so nice to have you back, Nette. Mar’i miss her Auntie.” 

Marinette chuckles brushing off the comment, “Mar’i has several other Aunts, how could she miss me? Beside’s I’m not even a Wayne.” 

Kori raises an eyebrow and Dick coughs up a “Yet.” before turning away as if he didn’t spill anything important. 

“Pardon?” Marinette wonders turning her attention to the older Grayson. 

“It’s nothing Bluebird, just a cough that is all.” Marinette purses her lips before deciding to let it go to play with Mar’i. 

Mar’i squeals in delight as Marinette plays with her stomach.

Damian watches from the corner of his eye. A smile sneaks it’s way up onto his face. 

“Wake up, Replacement.” Jason say as he kicks Tim’s leg. 

Tim’s arms grab the nearest coffee cup and drinks from it. He bounces back up with sleep still in his eyes. 

“Tim, you need sleep.” Marinette states. 

“Look whose talking. When’s the last time you slept?” Tim counters, knowing that they would have battles on who can stay up the longest without rest. They’re pretty much tied for first. 

Marinette was about to open her mouth, but one glance at Damian told her otherwise.

“Angel, when was the last time you slept--I mean actually slept?” Damian asks, appearing behind her. He kisses her cheek. She blushes and leans her head into his chest. 

“I’m fine, my prince. I actually slept well last night.” She answers before whispering, “Being next to you and all.”  

Jason oohs but quickly moves to evade the punch that Damian was about to throw. Marinette laughs and pushes away the mess that Mar’i created on the table. What a normal evening with the Wayne’s. 

“So, Bluebird, how are your studies going? I hear that you have a big project coming up soon.” Jason asks, taking a seat across the designer. 

Marinette chuckles, “They’re going great and that big project you supposedly heard about is nearly done, but it’s not for a class.” She teases. 

“Do we at least get to see it? C’mon Bluebird, help your brother out.” 

“Damian doesn’t even know about it.” Marinette narrows her eyes at her boyfriend. Damian chokes on his drink and looks away. “Jay-Jay you will be the first to know.” 

“Hey, what about me?” Mar’i’s voice asks looking up to her aunt. 

“The second person, Jay-Jay, you will be the second.” The designer corrects herself before snuggling the younger Grayson in her arms. Mar’i giggles.

Jason scoffs, but he has to agree that seeing Marinette and Mar’i acting all cute and stuff was a miraculous sight to see. 

Dick Grayson  @theflyinggrayson The two Maris in one place 

Attach is a photo of Marinette holding Mar’i outside the ice parlor smiling at one another with Damian off to the side looking longingly at Marinette. Comments from the surrounding BatFamily, Dick’s followers and co-workers flood the comments section. 

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Two weeks of pure and utter bliss. Too bad, it had to end seeing as the worst class at Dupont Public schools in Paris is coming to Gotham Academy the next day or so. Marinette’s mentally preparing herself to the slaughter of comments that will be coming her way. 

“Mme. Bustier, I can assure you that I will check with the academy this afternoon about the arrangement. You can worry about preparing the class for this trip.” Marinette speaks into the phone. 

Damian waits for the call to end to sweep in and be the caring boyfriend. He kisses her cheek and holds her. 

“These next four weeks are going to be hectic. I just know it..” Marinette mumbles to him. Damian huffs tightening his grip. 

“Thank you, Dami.” Marinette pauses, “I really needed that.” 

“Of course, Angel.” They kiss. “Do you need any help?” 

Marinette shakes her head. 

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Back in Paris, the class gathers at Dupont for departure. Parents came and went saying goodbye to their teens and wish them the best. Lila’s already trying to spin a story that focuses on her and this time she really trying hard to spin her web deeper than ever 

“It’s been forever since I’ve been in Gotham, you know. The last time I was there, it was for a Wayne Gala and my Damibear asked me out. It was so magical. I was dress is this sunset like gown and he was matching me. You know, when I told him that I was coming, he practically jumped with joy…” 

Adrien and Chloe could only wince at the sound of her voice and eluded lie. Everyone in their right mind would know that Damian Wayne has been in a relationship with this girl under the username GothamsFashionSense as the Wayne family tweet about her a lot. Along with that, she look eerie similar to Marinette but with black hair and pink lowlights.  

“I can’t wait to see their faces when the cat jumps out of the bag. Oh, how her empire will crumble to nothing.” Chloe admits to, reapplying her lip-gloss.

“Well, I just hope this all ends before graduation. Do you think Mari will be joining us on the flight or something?” Adrien wonders as he watches Luka say his goodbyes to his sister. 

Chloe shrugs and looks at Kagami, who’s coming their way. 

“‘Gami,” Chloe greets hugging the Japanese fencer. 

“Hey Bee, and hello to you too Adrien.” 

Adrien curtly nods to Kagami. Luka walks over to them and stands behind the blonde model. No one but the two women in front of them notices the interlocking of their hands. 

“You think you can live without your model for a couple of weeks?” Chloe hints with a smirk on her face. 

Luka sarcastically laughs, “Yes, I’m sure Bee.  Though the real question is can you last without your dragon for four weeks.”

Chloe scoffs as Kagami laughs pulling her girlfriend closer to her. 

It wasn’t long before Mme. Bustier called for the class to get onto the bus. The couple gave their significant others a quick kiss or in Adrien’s and Luka’s case a hand tightening before heading off. Oh what they shall await when they reach Gotham. 

~Part 2

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Laters, Baby: Chapter 10

Read Chapter 9 Here

Word Count: 2598

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Lucifer

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of sex, language

A/N: Chapter 10! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged!

Later’s, Baby Masterlist

You were pleasantly surprised that, although you had slept in Hell and on the way here, you felt tired almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You had gotten more sleep in the last 24 hours alone than all three Winchesters combined got in a week. Though, with everything that had happened, could anyone really blame you? 

You snuggled deeply into the sheets of the bed and took a deep breath. Flipping over to your other side, you pulled the silk sheets up to your... Silk sheets? You opened your eyes to see red silk sheets in place of the white cotton ones that had been there before. What the hell? you thought to yourself. You were facing the door of the bedroom at Bobby’s house so you hadn’t left, what was going on? You returned to your left side and gasped as you were met with a pair of deep blue eyes. 

“I know you said red was cliché, but these are so much more comfortable than the drab that was on here before, aren’t they?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Lucifer?”

“In the flesh. Well, sort of.”

“But, how? How’d you find-” you paused and let out a small laugh, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

“‘fraid so doll. I know you’re disappointed you don’t get all this in person but since my annoying little bro carved that warding into all of your ribs, I can’t find you physically. This is the only way we can talk.”

“Talk about what? Are you finally going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Lucifer sat up against the headboard and you followed suit. He took a deep breath and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. It may have only been a dream, but it felt so incredibly real to you; you felt his hand touch your face and the chill that went down your spine as a result. 

“I suppose it’s only fair that you know as much as I do. This involves you too.” He sighed and rose from the bed, beginning to pace in front of it. “You know, this whole thing is just as weird for me as it is for you. You’re... human. Your whole race is broken, flawed. And for some Dad-forsaken reason, I can’t bring myself to kill you. I’m developing feelings. It’s terrible.”

“Okay this is getting a little insulting...”

“But it’s not terrible, that’s the thing. I like it. I like you. I was there when Father created the soulmate connection for humans. It was beautiful, one of the only things I envied of your kind. It’s incredibly rare, but deep and powerful when it happens.” He moved to sit back beside you on the bed. “Why Father brought you to me, I am unsure, but I am glad he did. I am eager to complete the connection, because I know that once we do we will be incredible together. Powerful.”

“Complete the connection? What do you mean? And powerful? Lucifer I’m so lost right now.” 

He caressed your face, “Right now, we are only in the beginning stages of the connection. I miss you, but it’s tolerable. After we complete the connection, we will truly become soulmates. Our souls will intertwine and become one. The mixture of your humanity and my grace as a result will make us extremely powerful, BOTH of us.” 

“How do we complete the connection?”

Lucifer smirked, “That’s the fun part. I’ve never had intercourse with a human, but from what I’ve seen it looks extremely enjoyable.”

“Woah, woah, wait. What?? Okay, number one; please don’t call it intercourse. Number two; we complete the connection by having sex? Seriously??”

“Yes, angel. And when we do we will be inseparable. You will receive some of my grace, and I will receive some of your humanity, making us two of the most powerful beings in existence.”

“This...this is insane.” You leaned back and rubbed your temples.

“Trust me, I know. It won’t happen immediately, I’m not a monster.”

“You’re literally the devil.” 

“Yes, but like I said, I’m nothing if not one for the classics. All that old school romance stuff looks fun. Plus, it’s a rule of the connection, it cannot be forced in any way.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. For some reason you trusted Lucifer, but knowing those things put you more at ease regardless. You were lost in your own head when Lucifer suddenly stood, “I have to go.”

You stood as well, “Wait what? Why? Lucifer, I have so many questions.”

He walked towards you and brought you into his arms. It was strange; you kept forgetting this was a dream because everything felt so real. You could feel his cool arms around you and how safe you felt in them; you could smell him, although you couldn’t place it, as it was something completely Lucifer. You only knew two things in that moment: how much you missed Lucifer and how much you wanted him to kiss you right now. Both of those things were equally amazing and surprising to you. 

“You will wake soon. Come find me out there. Find Castiel, he will tell you the proper way to summon me. Knowing him, he is somewhat supportive of this since it’s Dad’s plan and will help you. The pain of the separation will get worse the longer we’re apart, so try to hurry,” he said with a smirk. 

He looked down and cupped your face in both of his hands. You swore your heart stopped; he was going to kiss you. He leaned in slowly and you closed your eyes, waiting for his cool lips to meet yours and...

You woke up abruptly, shooting up into a sitting position with a gasp. You sat forward so suddenly you almost knocked foreheads with Sam who was sitting next to you on the bed. Thankfully he was able to scoot back in time to avoid the collision, but you woke up so abruptly that even Dean and Bobby, who were standing at the foot of the bed, took a step back as well. 

You were sitting there breathing heavily for a few seconds before Sam broke the silence, “Y/N, what the hell just happened?”

Turning to look at your twin, you tried to come up with a deflection on the fly, “What do you mean? I took a nap and had a nightmare, not exactly a new occurrence.”

Sam turned to look at the two men at the foot of the bed before turning back to his sister, “Y/N/N we’ve been trying to wake you up for over an hour, nothing’s worked. When we finally gave up you woke up on your own.” He handed you the glass of water he’d placed on the bedside table when he first came upstairs.

“Yeah, so you wanna try the truth this time?” Dean snapped, folding his arms.

After taking a long drink, you dropped your head into your hands; everything that was going on your life was starting to give you a migraine. The last thing you wanted to tell your family was that you spent your time in dreamland with Lucifer. You rubbed at your temples while contemplating on how to explain what had happened, reluctantly deciding on the truth.

You looked to your family and began, “I came up here to lay down and must’ve fallen asleep because when I rolled over, Lucifer was there.”

Dean cursed and ran a hand over his face, but Bobby was confused. “I don’t understand. How exactly did that happen?”

“Angels can enter our subconscious mind while we’re dreaming. Cas has done it to Dean before and Lucifer did it to me soon after he took Nick as a vessel. Y/N, what did he say to you?”

“He explained the soulmate connection; what it takes to complete it and what will happen afterwards.”

“Yeah you complete it and you’re like, officially soulmates. Being separated from you wouldn’t weaken him,” explained Sam.

You looked at Sam and sighed, “That’s part of it.”

Dean walked forward, “Wait, part?? What the hell else is there? Cas only told us about the completing part.”

You looked at your brother incredulously, “Good to know you knew more about this thing that affects me than I did,” you fidgeted with your hands and took a deep breath. Telling your brothers the next part was not going to be easy, you partly expected Dean to actually explode. 

“According to Lucifer, we complete the bond by, well, having sex,” you continued, causing everyone in the room to cringe at your statement. “But after that, apparently something happens, something mystical. He said that once the bond is completed, I will receive some of his grace and he’ll receive some of my humanity, causing us to become two of the most powerful beings in all of creation.”

You looked up from your fidgeting hands to see three pairs of wide eyes staring back at you. It wasn’t really surprising; you did just drop a huge bomb in their lap. You were having trouble believing it yourself. 

Dean suddenly swiped the books that were on the desk across the room onto the floor. You flinched at the sudden outburst. It wasn’t too surprising though; you knew Dean would be pissed.

“Hey, some of them books are one of a kind boy. I know you ain’t happy but if you ruin one of them books, I’ll put a boot in yer ass.” Bobby moved to pick up some of the books off of the floor, “I was buildin’ up a collection of books on archangels and this is what I got so far. How about instead of getting all hot and bothered, we do some research and try to find out what to do about this?”

Before anyone could move, Dean exploded. He turned to you, looking madder than you had ever seen him. “How are you so calm?? You just dropped that giant bomb on us so nonchalantly. Are you, like, okay with this or something?”

You stood from the bed, “Of course I’m not okay with this Dean! I don’t think any of us are okay with anything that has happened in the past year. But after talking to him, I think that I am Lucifer’s main focus, not the apocalypse. If we become as powerful as he says we will, we can strengthen Nick and he won’t need to take Sam as a vessel! 

“And I’m human! Don’t you think maybe loving and being with a human will cause him to maybe not hate us as a species so much? Angels are real, Dean, which means God is real. I know this is a concept that both of us have struggled to come to terms with, but now? I don’t think we have a choice. He apparently made me for Lucifer and I can feel it. It’s not something we can just ignore and hope goes away. Being away from him much longer is going to start to be physically painful. We’re running out of options.”

Dean’s face was stone; he always was hard to read. You couldn’t tell what was running through his mind and you were worried. Bobby and Sam were silent near the door, watching the scene unfold before them. They had learned long ago to not get in between a Dean-Y/N fight; it was how Sam earned his first black eye as a kid. 

The stone face was beginning to turn red, “No. No we are not out of options. Our original plan could still work. We can still shove the Devil back in the box!”

“And how do you think that would affect me, huh? I can already feel how being away from him is affecting me. Imagine if we put him back in the cage, what would happen to me? We’re Winchester’s, this is apparently our destiny!”

Dean scoffed, “Destiny?? God can take destiny and shove it right up his ass. You shouldn’t have any part in this, Y/N. I should’ve made you stay at Stanford when Dad went missing. This isn’t your fight; you aren’t even really a Winchester.”

“DEAN!”

You barely heard Sam’s exclamation. Your eyes went wide and your chest tightened as your worst fear became reality right in front of you. Ever since you found out you weren’t really their sister this was your greatest fear, that they’d drop you like yesterday’s newspaper. 

The room was silent as they awaited your reaction. A single tear slipped down your face as you finally met Dean’s gaze again.

“Get out,” you said quietly. 

You were too calm. It would’ve been better if you had started screaming at him. Bobby started herding Dean towards the door while Sam remained in the corner of the room. Dean had immediately regretted what he’d said as soon as it slipped past his lips. He turned and paused in the doorway, “Y/N/N-”

“I SAID GET OUT!” You grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and launched it towards your brother. It impacted on the wall near his head, Dean ducking out of the doorway in the nick of time. 

You were breathing heavily as the door closed. You walked up and leaned your forehead against it, tears streaming down your face when a hand landed on your shoulder. Spinning around you came face to face with Sam, who you had forgotten was still in the room. 

“Please, just go Sam.”

“Dean didn’t mean that, Y/N. He’s just upset and worried. You ARE a Winchester, no matter if John and Mary are your parents or not. Obviously, you were meant to be in our family and as Bobby always says, family don’t end with blood.”

You smiled at your twin who returned it. In that moment you knew what you were going to do about the situation at hand. But you knew you couldn’t without saying something to Sam.

“Sam, you’re the best twin any girl could ever ask for. You’ve been my best friend my whole life and you were there for me through everything. I love you, Sam. So much. But you can’t be there for me through this. I’m sorry.” 

“I love you too, Y/N/N. What’s going on? What’re you sorry for?”

“For this.” You opened the door and shoved your brother through, closing and locking it after he was out. To ensure your twin’s six-foot-four frame wouldn’t bust through, you shoved the dresser in front of it as well. 

Standing there for a second, you just listened to Sam bang on the door, calling for you and then for Dean and Bobby. You knew you didn’t have much time before the three of them would be able to get the door open.

You closed your eyes and for a minute the room was bathed in silence. When you opened them again, you waited expectantly. Suddenly, there was a whoosh sound and you turned to the figure that had appeared in front of the window.

“Y/N, your brothers are on the other side of that door and very upset. What is happening? Why have you barricaded yourself from them and called me?” Cas squinted his eyes and tilted his head at you, a trait you had always found endearing. 

“I need help Cas and I know you’re the only one who will help me.”   

“What is it that you need?”

You took a deep breath and took a step towards the angel, “I need you to help me summon Lucifer.”  

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BTS Reaction: a TXT member has a crush on BTS member’s secret girlfriend

REQUEST:  Reaction idea: bts’s reaction to finding out one of the txt boys has a crush on their s/o (the rest of bts knows they’re dating but not txt)

I don’t know TXT as well as I know BTS so please cut me some slack when it comes to portrayal of the members!

Sorry that this one is gender-specific. I realized after I wrote it.

The reactions imply that you are older than the TXT member. That’s just how I wanted to write it.

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Namjoon:  The boys had all gone out, so you were hanging out by yourself in the dorm, watching Netflix. All of a sudden you heard loud knocking on the door. You looked out the peephole. It was…. Taehyun? You were surprised, opening the door to greet him. Taehyun looked distressed.“Hey… are any of the hyungs here? I really really need their help.” He asked nervously, and you shook your head. “They went out, but what’s wrong? Can I help?” You inquired, concerned. He sighed.“My cat, Hobak, is really sick and I need to take him to the vet. I can’t drive and hold him at the same time and you can’t really take a cat in an uber…” He explained, distressed. “I’ll take you,” You volunteered, leaving with him to get the cat. After the trip to the vet Hobak was fine, thankfully, though they said that he wouldn’t have been okay if they hadn’t gotten him there in time. Days later Namjoon overheard Taehyun talking about it.“She’s literally an angel, she totally didn’t have to help at all but she did and it saved Hobak’s life! She’s unbelievable. I really like her. I think I’m a little in love.” Taehyun gushed. Namjoon left the room, sighing and rolling his eyes. He was sympathetic, of course. You were amazing, he was perfectly aware of that. But he found Taehyun’s crush on you more annoying than anything, even if he understood it.

Jin:  Jin had a few guys, including Yeonjun, over to the BTS dorms to play MarioKart. You were there as well, as you often were, since you were friends with all of BTS. Yeonjun was the only person present that didn’t know that you and Jin were together. You spent the whole evening gaming, with you surprising everyone and completely kicking their butts at MarioKart. The BTS boys knew of your insane MarioKart skills already but Yeonjun was shocked and amazed at how you left everyone in the dust. At one point you got up and left to go to the bathroom. Yeonjun had a big smile on his face. He looked at Jungkook, saying “She’s so cool! And she’s really cute. Do you think she’d date a younger guy?”. Jungkook just blinked at him before shrugging and saying “Yeah she is cool. I’m not sure she would go for someone younger though. Just a hunch.” He said, discreetly looking at Jin with a little smirk. Yeonjun sighed and shrugged. Jin found the whole thing to be funny, whispering to you to tell you when you returned to the living room. “It’s no surprise. What would you expect? You’re worldwide handsome’s girlfriend, of course you’re amazing, and everyone can see it.” He said so only you could hear. You grinned at him, saying nothing more to avoid creating suspicion about the two of you.

Yoongi:  Even though your relationship was a secret, Yoongi wasn’t one to get jealous. He didn’t care that much, confident that other men weren’t a threat. It was a good thing, too, particularly when one day Beomgyu asked Yoongi to give his opinion on a song he was writing. Beomgyu showed Yoongi what he had so far. Yoongi was actually pretty impressed at the song’s progress up to that point, making some specific suggestions for improvements. He looked carefully at the lyrics, then smirked at Beomgyu. “Somebody’s got a crush,” he said, causing Beomgyu to get all embarrassed and shy. “That’s what the song is for… I wanted to write it for her.” He admitted, not meeting Yoongi’s eyes and blushing profusely.“She must be pretty amazing to warrant a song,” Yoongi mused, and Beomgyu smiled, nodding. “She is. I’ve never met anyone like her. Y/N noona is the coolest girl -“ He cut himself off, a look of horror appearing on his face as he realized what he’d said. Yoongi was careful not to let his facial expression show any reaction, though it was hard. He felt bad for the younger boy. He was certainly not expecting the song to be for HIS girlfriend (despite your relationship being a secret outside of BTS). “Well, good work so far. Don’t quit songwriting, you’re doing well.” He said supportively, patting Beomgyu on the shoulder before the younger boy thanked him and left. Once alone, Yoongi sighed heavily and shook his head. “Poor kid…” He muttered to himself before returning to his work.

Hoseok:  You were very smart and a bit of a nerd, so you helped the TXT boys with their homework in their spare time, having no problem whatsoever with the high school level work. You enjoyed helping them. They were all very sweet and took the work seriously, which is more than you could say about people you’d tutored in the past. Beomgyu in particular was very invested in the schoolwork. You had fun having academic discussions with him. He was kind of a kindred spirit in that sense, interested enough to even have a favorite mathematician. One day Hobi came to pick you up, which wasn’t suspicious because everyone thought the two of you were just best friends. As Beomgyu left, a piece of paper fell out of his bag. You didn’t notice it, so while you packed up your books, Hobi saw the paper and picked it up, reading it. It was a confession letter….. from Beomgyu, to you. He smiled. “You need to see this. It’s the cutest thing.” He said, handing you the paper. You read it, blushing at how complimentary the letter was. “This is so sweet! I hope he’s not too upset when I turn him down. He’s a great kid.” You mused, and Hobi put an arm around his shoulder. “Knowing you, you’ll reject him in the kindest way possible. He’ll be fine.” The two of you left and went home.

Jimin:  One day, while walking down the hallway in the BigHit building, Jimin overheard a conversation. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name mentioned, he couldn’t help but listen. “Well, remember when I was super nervous right before we performed at the MMAs? I was pretty much having a panic attack, I couldn’t breathe. I don’t even really know why, I just felt like I was under huge pressure all of a sudden. It was very unlike me. But Y/N noona noticed me freaking out backstage and she sat with me and calmed me down. She’s seriously so nice and so caring, she talked to me and helped me get it together enough to perform. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her ever since. She’s really special.” Kai said, and that was enough for Jimin to walk away purposefully, going to find you. He stormed into the sitting area where you were scrolling through social media on your phone. Thankfully the two of you were alone. “Do you like Kai?” Jimin asked abruptly, the jealous demon inside him rearing its ugly head. You looked at him, blinking in total confusion. “Like, Kai from EXO? Jongin? I mean he kind of looks like you in a way so he’s cute I guess, but—“ Jimin cut you off. “No! Hueningkai.” He said impatiently, clearly getting very worked up. You laughed slightly, smiling. “I mean sure I like him, he’s like a cute baby, but not in the way you’re implying, like, at all,” you said, confused by Jimin’s sudden outburst. You saw your boyfriend visibly relax. You sighed, getting up and walking over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “You know, you don’t need to get so upset like this. I love you and I don’t have eyes for anyone else.” You said, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he gave you a soft smile. “It’s dumb, I know. I’m sorry. I just love you too much to lose you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead, satisfied at least for now that you weren’t going anywhere.

Taehyung:  You were at a BigHit party with the boys one night. It was a low-key get-together, so you were enjoying catching up with everyone. While you were mid-conversation with someone across the room, Taehyung was walking back from the bathroom when he overheard a few of the TXT boys talking to each other. “Y/N noona is sooo hot, I really want to ask her out. Do you think she’d say yes?” He heard Taehyun say to Beomgyu and Yeonjun. Taehyung smirked to himself, walking back to where you were. He discreetly pulled you into a hallway away from the main room so you could be alone. He wrapped his arms around you in a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. “So apparently you’re a tae magnet.” He said, and you raised your eyebrows in both amusement and confusion. “I should hope so, we’ve been together long enough.” You laughed quietly in reply. “No, I mean not just me. Taehyun has a huge crush on you. I just overheard him talking about you.” Taehyung explained, clearly finding the situation quite funny. You pulled away from the hug just enough to look at his face. You shook your head slightly, laughing at his comment now that you understood what he meant. “I only care about attracting one Tae.” You said before giving him a peck on the lips. “I do feel bad about Taehyun though. I’d hate to hurt his feelings.” You sighed a little. Taehyung shrugged. “He’ll be fine.” He replied, pulling you back for one last hug before you had to discreetly return to the party apart from each other.

Jungkook:  Jungkook loved that when he was with TXT, he was a hyung for once. He got quite attached to the younger boys and was super supportive of them. He often gave them advice and was generally really caring. One day he went to visit TXT, as he sometimes did, just to hang out. They were chatting and catching up, having a good time and eating some snacks. Nothing was out of the ordinary, they were just having fun talking. That is, until Soobin pulled Jungkook aside. He needed advice. “I really like this girl... We’re kind of friends, but I don’t know how to go about confessing to her. What do I do?” Soobin asked earnestly. Jungkook smiled, finding this situation adorable. “I don’t know, it depends on the girl. Can you tell me who it is? Do I know her?” He asked. Soobin was blushing. “Um… I think she’s one of your friends, actually. You know Y/N noona, right?” He asked apprehensively. Jungkook was, frankly, Jungshook. You were his girlfriend, but the other BTS members were the only people who knew about it. It was a secret at the moment, so he was unsure how to let Soobin down easy without exposing your relationship. “Yeah, we’re friends. I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure she’s seeing someone. It might be better not to confess to her.” Jungkook informed him gently, feeling sympathetic. Soobin’s face fell. “Oh… well, I’m glad I asked. Thank you for helping, hyung."

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This one was a lot of fun to write.

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Twin Stars

Late birthday present for @lenle-g! It’s been ages since I’ve properly written Thunderbirds fanfic and god it feels good.

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“-and Gordon managed to catch it! You should have been there, John!”

Alan’s excited face as he recounted his recent mission shone brightly through the holovid. Earlier that day International Rescue had received a distress call in one of the National Parks in Thailand, where a couple accidentally collapsed into a previously unknown cave network unearthed by soft mud left from the recent monsoon rain.

John always liked to hear about Alan’s recent escapades down on Earth, the youngest Tracy’s enthusiasm infectious and delightful to hear that John couldn’t help but smile. He knew that for Alan, being part of a mission taking place on the blue, glowing planet below John’s feet was a rarity for Alan, the young boy having to always sit out just in case someone needed help within the reaches of their solar system - something that occurred more commonly as space travel continued to evolve rapidly. The young Tracy, unlike the majority of his brothers, had little opportunity to experience the different places around the World outside their Island home; and John pitied him.

“Well, that’s amazing, Alan,” John said, returning Alan's enthusiastic smile, while reaching for his coffee, taking a sip from his mug, thankful that artificial gravity was even a possibility on Thunderbird Five. Though he was in the rescuing ‘business’ alongside his brothers, he preferred to be out of the action, to be their watchful eye, their guardian angel.

“I mean, it’s better than having to perform system diagnostics on Thunderbird Five,” Alan said smugly, crossing his arms as he looked at John with some sort of smug superiority, “I know you gotta do it but it seems really boring, you sure you can’t let Brains take care of it?”

“I’m fine,” John assured Alan, taking another sip from his mug, “I’ve done this numerous times, and I don’t need to tear Brains from his work. Besides, I have EOS right here with me.”

“You mean your code baby?” Alan laughed, and John rolled his eyes, “I know you hate being around people but I mean, do you really hate people that much that you’d rather be around some computers?”

“I am not just a ‘computer’,” EOS piqued up, her childish voice sounding clear offence to Alan’s little nickname, “And John and I are progressing through the system diagnostic quite well, thank you very much. Ever since I became a member of International Rescue, there have been practically no flaws in the system’s code. Thunderbird Five is impenetrable.”

“For now,” John corrected the AI, “Remember, Havoc managed to install a virus in your software-”

“-Through an illegal and extremely painful form of brute-forcing my code!-”

“- and we need to ensure that our systems have as little vulnerabilities as possible. We can’t take that change. Ever.”

“Which is why I’m glad that I’m not doing any of that.” Alan laughed, trying to introduce humour to the rapidly tense atmosphere between creation and creator. It seemed to work, as John sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before remembering that Alan was still on the call.

“Sorry about that, Alan.” John apologised to the younger Tracy, “I didn’t mean for any interruptions during our call.”

“Aww it’s okay, John, I should be the one sorry. After all, I did anger the code baby,” Alan said, causing EOS to blow a raspberry (or play a sound clip of a raspberry) directed towards Alan.

“So, when are you coming down to Earth again?” Alan asks John, his eyes now staring at him with eagerness, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It has, but it’s normally busy for us this time of year, isn’t it?” John said, knowing that the change of weather and the encroaching holiday season meant more people being tired as most of the World is shrouded in dark and cold, meaning more opportunity for disaster. Alan’s face fell, disappointed that he would likely be seeing his elder space-loving brother way later than he wanted, and that John was right.

He groaned, crossing his arms on the table before nestling his head on top of them. He hated winter rescue missions, and silently begged for any divine being for there to be no disasters as the winter season encroached across the world. John cringed, suddenly realising what he had done.

“Sorry...” he mumbled.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” Alan reassured his brother, swinging his head up from the table, and gave John a smile, “Just make sure you buy me a super cool gift, okay? I won’t accept anything less than a new hoverboard if you’re missing Christmas again.”

“Alan, I’m sure that Brains can build something much better than what you can get on the market.” John pointed out, and Alan groaned.

“Yeah but he’s busy,” he whined, and John rolled his eyes; yet he knew that it was Alan’s excuse to see John again back on Earth, even if it meant that the ginger astronaut was tripping on his own two feet for the entire duration he was there.

“Okay, Alan,” John relented, sighing as he put his coffee down, quickly turning his attention to multiple screens towards the side as to check the progress of his temporarily forgotten system diagnostics, “I’ll look over the possible models. Maybe, if everything quiets down this year, we can take a trip somewhere?”

“Where exactly?” Alan asks, and John smiles at how suddenly excited he looks.

“I don’t know. Other than Ohio to meet up with some friends, I’m leaving the rest up to you.”

“Oh hell yeah!” Alan practically jumps out from his seat, now restless at the prospect of travelling to somewhere different with John. Before he could say anything, John could hear the distinct call announcing dinner from Grandma. He turned to look at John.

“I’ll be back, John,” he informs his brother, “It’s dinner time, and damn I’m suddenly hungry.”

“Well, good luck with Grandma’s cooking,” John said, now feeling pitiful towards Alan as he smiled at his brother.

“Nah, it’s Virge’s turn, thankfully,” Alan said, “He’s making some really nice curry tonight that he found somewhere in Dad’s old cookbooks! Oh god it smells delicious! I gotta dash, John, talk later, bye!”

“Bye, Alan,” John waved just as Alan disconnected the coms. Getting up quickly to pour away the remains of his now cold cup of coffee, he sat back at his workstation, pulling up a message window, and typed requested some time off with Alan from Scott.

***

There was fire everywhere. Heat rumbled in his ears as metal cracked and splintered below his feet, flakes of wiring and globs of plastic dripped ahead of him as he carried his injured brother out from the rapidly collapsing space station, his arm around his neck.

John struggled for breath in his helmet as he helped Alan navigate the flaming remains of the wreckage, the oxygen that the failing life support provided was already being eaten up by greedy flames that continued to roar for more. The two Tracy’s were familiar with the danger around them and practised many times over the course of their careers to make miracle escapes, yet despite their almost divine-like lucky streak, the disappearance of their father for many years have properly ingrained in them that they too could not escape the threat of death.

“John?” Alan murmured as he quietly exited from unconsciousness, the wound from the heavy steel that struck the young astronaut from earlier in the rescue oozed blood, the crimson streaking visibly down his pale face alongside streams of sweat under his helmet.

“Yes, Alan?” John said, trying hard to give his brother a comforting expression as they shuffled through the deteriorating space station, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“-m fine,” Alan grunted as he looked at his brother through half-lidded eyes. Alan was not fine, John having the displeasure of witnessing a beam fall on his brother as they made their escape alongside the other members of the space station. Sharp, steel shrapnel sliced Alan’s skin as the station suddenly exploded, sending the youngest of the two brothers whizzing back, and John considered it a miracle that his baby brother wasn’t now blind in both eyes. “-at happened?”

John’s soft smile faltered as he heard Alan’s speech slur, Alan delirious from his sudden, violent impact onto the floor and the smog that choked his lungs. John had the displeasure to witness Alan’s slip out of consciousness, minutes before he struggled to get Alan’s helmet on as he breathed heavily within his own.

“You got caught in a blast,” he replied shortly, turning his attention to the path before him, “Some metal shrapnel scraped your skin pretty bad. It’s a miracle you only got away with that scratch.”

“Oof,” Alan commented, and John struggled to swallow the urge to scold him right there and then. What Alan did there was reckless, staying seconds longer at that malfunctioning console then John had advised him to, he didn’t need to be the one who had to man the console, he…

John shook the intrusive thoughts as he grunted audibly, mustering the extra energy he needed to push forward, his muscles screaming from the previous aches of having to pry open functionless doors and pushing away obstructing debris. He turned to check on Alan again, his eyes still half-open, unfocused as he kept his gaze looking at the floor before them.

“How far are we to Thunderbird Three?”

“Not far,” John answered, just able to see the airlock they used to board the space station past another set of doors, relieved that the glass has been damaged to the point of shattering thanks to the surrounding heat. He breathed in a deep breath, the air in his helmet stale and hot while the muscles in his legs ached. When he had managed to reach the sanctuary of Thunderbird Five, he had to revise his own exercise routine to work more on his leg muscles, he thought to himself.

“We’re close now, Alan, just hold on tight, okay?” John said. Alan's only response was a grunt of acknowledgement, and John wondered if his words were meant to console his younger brother or himself. They both continued to trudge towards and through the broken glass of the last door dividing them between certain death and salvation, John helping Alan through the jaded glass, anxiety choked him at the idea of even a small bit of glass scratching through the fragile material of Alan’s spacesuit.

“-Mmm we there yet?” Alan said, and John uttered a quick ‘yes’ as he again draped Alan’s arm around him. They were so close. So so close.

“There you are!” one of the astronauts said, and John ignored their impatient glare as he quickly typed Thunderbird Three’s access code, exhaling the tense breath he unconsciously held as the access hatch opened up invitingly. John gestured with a quick nod of his head, an invitation for the scientists to follow him into the rocket before quickly shuffling inside with his brother, heading towards the cockpit.

“Easy does it now,” he muttered, lowering Alan gently into his seat, taking off Alan’s helmet to allow him some semblance of fresh air. Alan gasped deeply, and then coughed as John quickly checked his wound. The gash was noticeable, yes, and he feared that it was too deep to be properly taken care of while in space.

“-m gonna be okay, John,” Alan huffed, and he lightly swatted John’s hand away in annoyance, “You’re as bad as Scott,”

“It’s a good thing that the other astronauts don’t have any injuries,” John thought to himself, annoyed that Alan was acting so childish despite being injured. He reached for the First Aid Kit that was located in a compartment that was snugly under the dashboard, quickly taking out a padded gauze and antiseptic, before disinfecting Alan’s wound, the youngest hissing in response.

“John, we don’t have time for this,” Alan said as he again swatted John’s hand away from him, “We need to go, the station is about to blow,”

“Alan, please I need to take care of it now,” John warned, pouring a small amount of antiseptic onto the gauze before pressing it onto Alan’s head, earning a loud hiss from the boy, reaching for tape in order to hold it in place, “You’re bleeding, and I cannot take the risk of it getting infected,”

Alan replied with nothing, too tired to put up anything other than weak grumbles and hisses as the antiseptic made contact with exposed flesh. John quickly patted the tape down on skin before dashing into his own chair, settling down and making sure he was secure before reaching over the controls, undocking Thunderbird Three from the faltering space station before departing, engines blasting in full throttle to ensure they didn’t blow up alongside the inevitable bomb beside them.

They were a few minutes in their flight back to Earth when Alan’s vision as someone cleared up, his eyes picking up the low rumble of Thunderbird Three’s rockets and the astronauts quietly muttering amongst themselves. He closed his eyes. Over the course of his rescuing career, he learned to appreciate moments of stillness and rest; though the rush of adrenaline of brushing against death was an addictive, thrill-seeking activity he couldn’t get enough of, the aftermath was less pleasant, and he still remembers the numerous injuries he had gotten as consequence for not allowing his body to rest.

He turned to John, his older brother’s expression focused and serious, arms tense as his hands gripped the navigation controls tightly. Alan swore he could hear the fabric strain by how tight John’s grip was, and could see his jaw clench tightly - something he did during high moments of stress and anxiety.

“John, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” John suddenly snapped, looking at with sad, angry eyes. Alan flinched, not used to John’s anger, the middle brother always being calm and detached emotionally to the point of numbness, almost like a machine, always listening and level-headed.

John noticed Alan’s flinching, and suddenly he shrunk with a guilty look on his face.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Alan,” he said, and Alan replied with a nod, “I just… I just thought you’d...”

“Hey, but I’m okay, I just got a bump, that’s all.”

“But it could have been worse.” John emphasised, looking away from his brother’s eyes and onto the scenery of space in front of him, “Even a tear in your suit could have been...”

“John, I’m fine, really.” Alan reassured his brother, and felt less tense as he saw John’s arms relax, “Honestly there’s no point in worrying about what if’s anymore. The mission is pretty much done and we can relax.”

“I know Alan, but I can’t help it.” John admits, swallowing nervously, “It’s a habit. You know how anxious I get, and just seeing you there unconscious… I know you’re more than capable of participating and even leading missions, Alan but… but no matter how many times you’ve been on missions I can’t help but worry.”

“I’m not a baby, John.” Alan fake pouts, and John laughs weakly.

“I know, but you’re my baby brother. That’ll never change.” John said, “and because you’re my baby brother, I don’t think I, or any of our family would stop worrying about you.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it.” Alan mumbles. The two brothers sat there while John continued to navigate them home.

“Hey, John?” Alan piqued up.

“Yes, Alan?”

“Thank you for rescuing me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Please, don’t tell Scott.”

“I don’t think that’s non-negotiable.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” John laughed, “If he saw you getting injured in the report before I had the chance to tell him, it’ll be my life on the line next. Unless you can save me, of course.”

“I don’t think even International Rescue can save you from the wrath of Scott going all Mom-Mode.” Alan joked, and John couldn’t resist the urge to let out a humorous, warm chuckle.

***

“John, can you tell me what mom was like?”

John looked up from the tablet he was reading to see Alan’s blue eyes peer into his own, his face half-obscured by shadows cast from the setting tropical sun, blue skies turning a gradient of rich red and orange. He tapped the power button of the tablet off before he put it down on the coffee table in front of him, allowing the spaceman to turn to his youngest brother.

The topic of their mother came up numerous times over the course of Alan growing up. She passed on too early in his life for Alan to remember her, only able to build an image of her in his head through pictures and old recordings that the family had kept safely throughout the years, still only able to daydream holidays with her, memories too young to properly remember the real, organic sound of her delighted laughs echoing in the small rooms of the ranch house they used to live in. John could only pass sympathy to Alan, him feeling as though he took for granted the moments he spent with his mother watching the stars twinkle at night from high, dusty hills, her shared enthusiasm for the stars and space and the beyond now echoed only by the telescope and old fashioned textbooks she silently left behind.

“Sure, Alan,” John replied to his brother’s inquiry, not brave enough to ask him why their mother had again sprung among the forefront of his mind. Alan predictably had a detached relationship with their mother, asking why his brother and father cried with such fervour around the time of her birthday and had looked at them with curiosity when a whiff of perfume from some passing stranger was sometimes all it took to make their eldest brother violently tear up. He felt sad with his mother’s passing, yes, but to him, it was more akin to losing out on something the other brothers shared so strongly. John understood empathised somewhat with this feeling; being the middle child meant that the time spent with his mother was not as fleeting like with Gordon and Alan, yet he was not so close with her as to feel the sizeable hole she left within her passing as she did with Scott and Virgil. A sweet spot he was awarded from the timing of his birth: one that allowed closeness with his mother, but also the distance in grieving when she passed.

“Well, she liked orchids and space, and enjoyed the smell of baked bread and the grass after he had rained-.” he started with practised cadence, the list of what their mom was like rehearsed through the many, many times Alan had repeated the question to him.

“Yeah, I know all of that.” Alan huffed, impatience getting to him from having listened to the same words over and over again, “I wanted to know what she was like when she had me.”

“Why the sudden curiosity?” John asked. Alan shifted in his stance.

“Well...” he said, now looking away at John in embarrassment as he reflexively rubbed the back of his neck, “My friend from my online class, Billy; his mom’s having another child, and that got me thinking...”

“About mom.” John finished, Alan sighed.

“Yeah.”

John grinned, amused at Alan’s sheepish behaviour. He nodded in reply and waited for Alan patiently as the younger brother made his way down the small steps into the circular lounge, sitting on the space next to the seasoned astronaut and waited for John to start with a patient gaze.

“When mom had you...” John started, closing his eyes momentarily to cast himself back into two decades ago, “I remembered there being the four of us at the time, of course. Gordon was always running around causing trouble in the house, mom trying to catch him while she was six months pregnant with you. I remember days where we helped her around the house whenever we could, mom too tired from having to take care of four sons while you were on the way. I uh, also remember some weird foods she had us pick up whenever we went into town with Dad.”

“Like what?”

“Pickled eggs, sometimes Hot Cheetos dipped in ice cream. I remember distinctly mom wanting nothing but imported durian for an entire month.”

Alan almost gagged at the list, John laughing gently at his reaction.

“That’s how I felt as well. Even the mention of durian still makes me a bit sick.”

“Yeah, yikes. Sorry, you had to endure that bro.”

“Unless you had direct control of mom’s cravings, you have nothing to be sorry for, Alan.”

“Well, not that I remember,” Alan said, and John raised an eyebrow, curious as to where this conversation was heading, “Unless of course, my alien baby instincts were controlling her the entire time!”

He positioned his index fingers around his canines, moving them around if they were mandibles as he made absurd sounds that John could do nothing but laugh at how ridiculous Alan was acting. Alan soon joined in, the two of them laughing in amusement before calming down to soft giggles.

“Haha, very funny, Alan,” John said, gathering his composure yet again, Alan grinning proudly at his joke. Silence drifted between them, John looking at his brother carefully as Alan thought of another question to ask him.

“John?”

“Yes, Alan?”

“How did mom react when she was told that she had me?” Alan asked, “I mean, having five boys does sound quite a handful.”

“Actually, mom wanted another son,” John recalled, and Alan looked at him with bewilderment, “You should have seen Dad’s reaction, however. Though he loves you dearly, I remember him hoping that we would have a sister instead. Gordon was especially pleased, as your arrival meant he would have someone to play with when Scott and Virgil were especially busy; Scott was just happy he’d soon have an excuse to get Gordon out of his hair.”

“What about you, John?” Alan asked him, and John shrugged.

“I don’t really remember what I thought,” he admitted, reflexively looking away at Alan for a bit as he tried to recall that particular memory, “I think I was just… indifferent.”

“Indifferent?”

“I think during that time, space was all I cared about, honestly.” he sighed, “I knew mom and dad wanted another child. It wasn’t exactly my place to protest, so I mostly kept quiet during mom’s pregnancy. Gordon was practically bragging to his friends about you, though, and I think both Scott and Virgil were happily anticipating your arrival as well.”

“Yeah…” Alan trailed off, John noticing Alan’s saddened expression.

“Alan.” John cautiously said, “What’s the matter?”

“I dunno.” Alan mumbled, giving John a half-hearted shrug, “I just...”

“What?”

“Dunno… disappointed that you didn’t really react much, I guess?”

“Oh.”

Silence again fell between the two brothers, tense emotions occupied the void left from the previous conversation. John looked away from Alan in embarrassment and shame, and Alan looked away in turn, the idea of staring at his b.

John suddenly chuckled to himself, Alan looked at him curiously.

“Why are you smiling, John?”

“I’ve just remembered something,” John said, looking up from the floor to meet Alan’s stare, “Something you used to do when mom and dad weren’t around.”

“What was it?” Alan asked, and John’s grin grew wider.

“Whenever I had a book out, about the stars, you’d always crawl up to me. Even when you were six or seven months old and Scott was too busy trying to get Gordon out of trouble you’d just sit next to me while I was reading. I think back then you thought I would read you a story there and then.”

“Did you read your science textbook to me when I was a baby?” Alan half-joked.

“Eventually.” John smiled, “You’d never leave me alone otherwise.”

“Haha wow,” Alan said, “Doubt I would have understood anything though.”

“That is true, but you were a diligent student when you weren’t drooling on the pages,” John said, fondly remembering helping an infant Alan trace the constellations in his book with his finger, a memory in which he still remembers fondly.

The two brothers continued to talk about tales from Alan’s infant years as the sun fully set and the moon rose in full, John recounting fond memories of messy dinners and sunny days out, and Alan listened intently, imagining them as his own.

“Hey, you two,” Scott’s said casually towards John and Alan, both of them interrupted by their vacation into nostalgia as they both turned to spot the eldest holding a cup of coffee and looking tired, no doubt still intending to get some work done before heading off into bed, “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing much, Scott.” John answered before Alan did, “Just talking about some old memories with mom.”

“Well, don’t stay up too late, okay? Alan you need to get up to take that test tomorrow, and John-”

“Yes, Scott. No late-night projects. I understand.”

Scott gave the two of them a satisfied smile before he turned to walk off into the villa, the two brothers watching him until he left.

“You know, with Scotty around, it’s almost like mom never really left,” Alan said smugly, and John couldn’t help but laugh.

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Close Enough Reviews: The Canine Guy

We’ve finally reached the end.. hopefully not of the season and there are hints that there’s a little more to come so fingers crossed, but of the massive bomb. 12 episodes, with three thankfully done already. 1 day. Doors open let’s go after the blurb and the cut.  Josh and Alex have a falling out over a yearly tradition that leads to Josh befreinding a talking dog raised on Jim Carrey movies, while Bridgette drags Emily to a cabin in the woods, wooo ooo, to try and get their music duo back on top and run into musical legend and living god Weird Al Yankovic. Dare to be stupid under the cut. 

Like many episodes of this show, and what i’ve said is a strength this episode is two plots tha tsomehow end up smashing into each other but unlike the rest it’s 22 minutes. The show was, unsuprisingly originally convinced this way, as recently revealed by JG himself during the show’s premiere day reddit ama, but the execs later decided to simply cut most of hte episodes down to 11 minutes to improve hte pacing, which as we’ve seen clearly worked . But this one DOES make full use of it’s 22 minutes and does make me hope if hte show gets a season 2 they feel free to ping pong a bit. So with that settled, let’s dive in.  Our A-Plot starts with a flashback showing Josh and Alex’s yearly tradition: Going to midevil times together, due to having seen it in the cable guy, even qouting it and other jim carrey movies as the two were super fans. This continues fine into college but by last year alex just.. isn’t as into it. IT’s a sacred friend ritural and all but Alex is just getting bored.  Things come to a head in the present where, when Alex tries to just flat out get out of it, as he has press agents looking at his viking novel he’s been working on who might actually publish it and as his characeter profile, if not the series makes clear, just like josh and emily’s own dreams this is his. It’s resonable, they could just resschedule.. but Josh feels betrayed lashes out, Alex calls medivial times stupid and historiclaly inaccurate (even if he loves fecatia dippers with tomato soup ), and Josh storms off. Josh wallows, and finds the mead tastes like horse piss (Which leads to an utterly great and gross gag when it turns out ita ctually is, the guy serving it says “He’s on to us”) And switches to brownies using the same horse. Sometimes a grossout gag can work.  However Josh soon finds a new buddy in a talking dog named dog guy who was tourtred by and is running from the scientest who created him for reasons we’ll get to in the climax. And since the dog was also raised on jim carrey movies, and gets josh’s refrences and love of htem, the two quickly bond. Alex is pissed and jealous, somehow more than with his own ex wife, to see this despite trying to clear his schedule to make things up to josh, as he’s still a good guy and can realize he was wrong, and has his meetings, which are boring or frustrating, whie also stalking JOsh and Dog boy. Alex in a fit of rage at seeing dog boy seemingly tear up his manuscript calls the scientest, who popped by earlier looking for him.. only to find out that he just tore up the ending because he felt , as ac ollege graduate no less, that it could be a franchise and the two become friend. WHile Josha nd Alex fight over him Dog GUy’s creator kidnap him and the two head off, their freindship exploding over josh calling the cops and the two both wanting the dog to be their new best friend as well as the whole medievil times thing. Meanwhile Pearles tracking dog guy’s creator, because as she explains to ready cold cases are her majong and lets Candace be the corrput denzel washington type which unlike the previous pearle bit has REALLY not aged well for a number of reasons, but none I can blame the show itself for. 

Alex and Josh head after dog boy and find that the crazy lady who made him is making animal films (It was tourture because she’s bad at it and she was still genuinely abusive) and seeing dog guy as a failure wants to chop up his balls (after using 80 diffrent terms with alex scremaing “Just say balls), to make new dog guys.  Meanwhile in the B plot we first see Bridg and Emily’s comedy rock act which is genuinely funny but fails to impiress with Bridgette having grown frustrated over emily’s focus on candace, in a nice parallel.It also shows that for all her social mediaing and partying, Bridgette DOES take her music seriously but it hasn’t been able to progress without her musical partner.Emily waffles on joining her for a cabin retreatto work on it, with bridgette evne assuming with a fake emily she made out of pillows that emily would bring candace but nope: Candace is left with pearle and josh is busy with a dog so Emily is free. Things still don’t go well: Emily still won’t focus and is on her phone constantly, and emilys defense of “well you were on your phone at your wedding” when BRidgette calls her on it falls flat in a nice moment when bridgette points out she’s divorced. It’s also a nice moment of self relfeciton that shows Bridgette has learned from “Robot Tutor” and accepted her part in her marriage falling apart. The two fight until an angel appearls: Weird Al Yankovic! Like I hoped it really is him! Not that it’s HARD to get him to do voice work, he’s done quite a bit and he’s always happy to pitch in for another comedian, as Red Letter Media recently pointed out he’s kind of the bridge to all eras of comedies as he never really went away. When the two ask which is better: using your family or shutting it out, he admits there’s no perfect way to write a song or no one right way you just do your best.. and in his case stab yourself iwth a narwhal tusk and pray to a demonci god. Then one of the crazy lady’s animals attacks, we get another trailer homage and as they approach our herooines both apologize, Emily admitting Bridg is like her sister and in a funny but still sweet moment BRidgette admits she’s like a half sister... and only dosen’t say the full sister because she has a sister and dosen’t throw that around lightly, but the sentiments the smae. But the animals are recalled to deal with Josh and Alex, so while Emily and Bridgette follow them we get our climax.  Alex and Josh naturally crumble under hteir new foes, but both , like their spouse and ex spouse, reconnect over their mutual love of dog boy and apologize for their behavior to one another, sharing one last dumb and dumber most annoying sound in the world.. which ends up being the key to defeating the animals with Pearle soon swooping in to arrest dog boy’s creator.. for unpaid parking tickcet,s a good gag. She’s in jail, Dog Boy is free and the whole madness and talking dog has given Bridgette and Emily a new song. Our friends are all best pals again, Dog Boy spends time with bost his best friends before nleaving to start his own theater and work on his acting career, so he could show up again and I really hope he does. That last part was revealed via a hilarious where are they now that shows where all the animals oepn up and we close, hopefuly not on the series but on this day Final THoughts; This was a really good one. While admitelly havn’t not watched any pf the classic jim carrey films in years, though I own dumb and dumber I just haven’t gotten around to rewatching it, it was a nice throughline and the kind of specific nostaliga this show is great at. It was also nice to see a conflict where alex is being througly resonable to start and shows that beneath his nutty exterior (he also assumes the scinetests plan is at first to make furries even sexier (his note, add more nips)) is a guy who like his friends has a dream. We see the same with Bridgette who most of the time is’nt on give a fuck mode but here we see there is something besides her friends and ex husband she cares about: her music. It’’s a nice roll reversal to see BRIDGETTE, be the one to take something seriously and Emily to be the one who can’t commit to it and it takes compromise and both realizing they need each other to work. IT’s a nice examination of the shows core freindships that also has a wonderful talking dog and of course weird fucking al being amazing as allways. A stellar close out to this swarm of episodes and hopefully not hte series.  I”ll give my thoughts on the season as a whole later if this turns out to be the season and in a few weeks if not, but for now I finsihed this matharthon and i’m glad: Close enough is a damn good show that while having some more eh episodes, has a good strong emotional core, a great cast, great humor and is creative as hell while improving on the genre and even it’s predecessor. Just a delight to watch. I have regular coverage of Amphibia and Owl House coming up saturday, and hopefully close enough will continue each week, but if not until we meet agian later days. I’m going to go lie down. WOO. 

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Finding You Always

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Chapter 231: Wicked Game, Pt 1

Fandral and Zorro arrived at the apartment that belonged to Hiram Flaversham and his daughter Olivia. And what they found definitely suggested foul play.

"What a mess," Zorro mentioned, as the place was in complete shambles.

"Hyde was right...it seems they have been abducted by someone," Fandral said, as he knelt down and noticed the peculiar spots of mud scattered haphazardly around the place.

"This certainly doesn't look like someone's shoes though. So who or what tracked this mud in?" Zorro wondered and a thought struck Fandral.

"Someone missing a leg…" he said.

"What? You think you know who did this?" Zorro asked.

"I think I may know who was hired to do this. He's a foul, stupid, degenerate, but he is also an efficient hand for hire," Fandral replied, as he made a call.

"Emma...it's Fandral. I believe we have a crime scene. Can you send Bashful with a forensics team to 1897 Baker Street. It's the Basil Estates apartment building, apartment 2F," Fandral said.

"Sure...I'll send him right away. Homicide?" she asked.

"Fortunately, no. It looks like an abduction. Hyde came to Rose and I and asked me to investigate the disappearance of one of his colleagues. An engineer by the name of Hiram Flaversham and his daughter Olivia. They're missing and their apartment shows definite signs of a struggle," Fandral reported.

"I'll let Bashful know and send him right away. I'll pull profiles on our victims too," she said.

"There is one other thing...a hunch, but there is a lot of mud that has been tracked in and it doesn't look like someone that has two legs, but rather one that's missing one. Maybe someone that even has a peg leg," Fandral said.

"I think I know exactly who you mean. I'll pull his file too and issue a BOLO," Emma replied.

"Thanks Emma...I'll see you soon," Fandral said, as hung up.

"So...who is this peg legged fiend?" Zorro asked, as Fandral's phone chimed and he showed him a photo of a greasy, shady looking character.

"Lester Batting...but better known as Fidget," Fandral replied.

"Cute nickname," Zorro joked.

"He earned it well during the Final Battle with the Black Fairy. He tangled with Snow and she fought him off with a dagger to his femoral artery. Since Whale, Paul, and Eva were with us, their side lacked proper medical training and his leg was amputated," Fandral said.

"Sounds like he deserved it," Zorro said.

"He did and served twenty years in prison for his seditious behavior. He was released just before Seth's curse and joined all his scummy friends on Pleasure Island," Fandral replied.

"You think that's where he took Mr. Flaversham and his daughter?" Zorro asked.

"Most likely, but we still don't know why or who hired him. Fidget is an efficient hired hand, like I said to Emma, but he's never the brains of anything," Fandral replied.

"So someone hired him to abduct an engineer and his daughter," Zorro deduced.

"Hyde said that Hiram is a very gifted engineer and there is only one man I can think of that would have use for his skills," Fandral said.

"Jekyll," they said together.

"And his little girl is insurance to make sure he does whatever Jekyll wants him to," Zorro realized.

"Exactly," Fandral said.

"Are you really thinking about going to Pleasure Island?" Zorro asked.

"Yes...but I assure you I am the perfect option to take this one on. It may be resistant to magic, but my Asgardian strength does not rely on magic," Fandral replied.

"That still doesn't mean that Jekyll won't have some monstrous way to subvert you," Zorro warned.

"I know...but if this man and his young one are in danger, then I must try to save them," he replied.

"Be that as it may, you need some backup," Zorro said.

"I cannot ask you to take such a risk," Fandral replied.

"You're not...I'm offering," Zorro said.

"And so am I…" Hyde added from the doorway.

"Well, I won't say no to the help of my right hand or someone that knows Jekyll as well as you, not to mention has strength that rivals my own," Fandral conceded.

"Then let's see if we can charter a ride on the Jolly Roger from our good Captain," Zorro said, as they headed out to the station.

~*~

The swirling portal opened and they stepped through. They weren't far from the National Mall, but had found a fairly secluded place to arrive. They arrived at the Smithsonian Museum and observed the grand event, complete with dozens of exhibits. Unfortunately, most, including the press recognized all of them and the camera flashes were already blinding them. Thankfully though, it seemed they were leery of their known power, so they kept their distance.

"I am never going to get used to that," Snow murmured to him.

"Me either...I'll be happy when all this is over and we don't have to leave home," David agreed.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Smithsonian and tonight's exciting and exhilarating exhibition!" a man announced.

"I am Bruce Carlson, your host for the evening and one of the curators of this amazing collection!" he said, as he motioned to the exhibits.

"Okay...what the hell is this? This stuff is fake," David said.

"Yeah...we know that Mjolnir from our realm is in the Underworld and the one from Fandral's realm was destroyed," James replied.

"And we know that's not the real Holy Grail or Excalibur, because they are actually the same thing and in Storybrooke," Snow agreed.

"Aphrodite's Magic Girdle?" James asked curiously.

"Do I even want to know what a girdle is?" Bobby asked his nana.

"An unfortunate and uncomfortable thing women used to have to wear in the past that has thankfully long become obsolete," Regina answered.

"Very true and I can assure you that I've never owned a magic girdle," Aphrodite replied.

"Okay...so if most of this stuff is crap, then why the fuss?" David asked.

"Unless we're the real exhibit," Rumple surmised.

"And there may also be a jewel among the junk," Regina suggested.

"That could be...and that item would now be magically activated in the presence of the Chalice," Aphrodite agreed.

"Then let's find the real item and keep it out of the wrong hands," David said, as they made their way into the exhibition.

~*~

Summer stood next to JJ at the burial site. It had been a small, intimate service, as JJ was her only family. But Summer was by his side the whole time, despite her dislike for Nora. Despite that, she would have never wished this on her .

"I'm so sorry again," she offered.

"Thanks," he replied, as he tossed the flowers on her grave.

"Do you think Goldie will ever pay for what she did?" he asked.

"I know she will. My dad and my sister will bring her to justice," Summer promised.

"My parents may not be able to stop all the bad stuff, but they do stop a lot of it and right a lot of wrongs. They won't let such an injustice go unpunished, nor will they allow someone as unhinged as Goldie go free," she added. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"Thank you," he said, as she blushed a bit.

"Do you have to get home soon?" he asked.

"No…I was actually thinking about going to the reserve to ride Sparkle. You up for it?" she asked. He smiled.

"I'd really like that," he agreed, as he gently took her hand. She smiled and felt warm all over, as she looked up at him and they ventured back to his car.

~*~

Fandral and Zorro arrived at the station and Rose ran to them. He had called her and told her what he planned, so he shouldn't have been surprised to see her there waiting for him. She ran to him and he caught her in his arms, as he pulled her flush against him and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

"I do not like this...it's so dangerous. That monster would love to take you from me…" Rose fretted.

"I know, my angel...but with the welfare of this man and his innocent child hanging in the balance, I cannot refuse the call to help," Fandral said. She nodded and knew she could not ask him to either.

"But Hyde...he is going with you for backup?" she asked. He nodded.

"Yes...he is meeting us here. He said he had to retrieve something from his lab," he replied, as Emma approached.

"I still think I should be going with you," Emma said.

"No...your parents would have a collective aneurysm and magic cannot be relied on there. My skills as a warrior and superior strength can though. Trust me, I've been to worse places than Pleasure Island," Fandral replied. She sighed.

"Okay...still hate the idea, but since two innocent lives hang in the balance, I'm not going to stop you," Emma said, as her phone chimed and she read the message.

"You were right...Bashful just ran the prints they found at the Flaversham apartment and they matched the ones we have in the system for Lester Batting, also known as Fidget," Emma replied.

"If we can grab the greasy little character while we're there, we will," Zorro assured her.

"Just be careful. We know what Jekyll can do, but more importantly, Rodmilla has magic now that isn't impeded there and then there is Runeard as well," Emma replied. They nodded, as Hyde came into the station, carrying a long case.

"What is this?" Fandral asked, as the other man set it on the desk and opened it, revealing a brilliant looking sword.

"Something I have been working on for a while," Hyde said.

"For me?" Fandral asked in surprise.

"You are the master swordsman and this is no ordinary sword. I was inspired by your story of the crafting of weapons from the stories you told on Nidavellir and the strong metal that was found on the other earth," Hyde said.

"Hiram and I have been developing what we believe is a metal that is just as strong as that metal. I was also inspired by the story of a weapon that can return to the wielder with a thought or feeling. Much like your friend Thor or even David's chalice sword," he continued, as Fandral picked up the magnificent weapon.

"Thank you…" Rose said.

"Yours and the children's safety is still of the utmost importance to me and with this weapon, you'll have even more of an edge against Jekyll. Like the Chalice sword, only you, Rose, or someone of your bloodline can wield it and it will recall to your hand at will," Hyde said.

"I have dubbed it Storm Surge," he added.

"Thank you...truly," Fandral said, as he exchanged his current sword and replaced it in his sheath with the new one. Rose turned to him and hugged him tightly.

"Please be careful," she implored.

"I will, my angel...and I will return to you soon," he promised, as they shared another passion filled kiss. Killian was waiting in the doorway. He would be taking the three of them to Pleasure Island aboard the Jolly Roger and waiting at the Harbor to make a quick getaway once they had retrieved the abductees.

~*~

"And now that we have had a word from our sponsors, we can begin tonight's video broadcast here on the Golden Pulse with more video evidence that there is a very real and present danger posed to the world by yet another mysterious villain," Goldie revealed, as she looked to Grimm in the background. He gave her a thumbs up, ensuring that he was broadcasting on all platforms, including their accounts on the muggle versions of social media.

"A new villain, calling himself Void, can now control the weather here in the United Realms. And the only one that can seemingly stop this menace is a fourteen-year-old boy," Goldie said, as Grimm cut to the video footage of the snowstorm in Arendelle and the thunderstorm in Misthaven.

"Now these storms are not natural. This new villain has caused the elements to go haywire and once again, the Charmings are at the center of it. They have been tasked to stop this horror, but not before it buried one Kingdom in snow and flooded another," she added.

"And the fact that our fate may yet again rest upon a boy who's still navigating puberty is not lost on any of us. What are the Charmings doing about this menace, you may be asking?" she questioned, as the video cut to an image of Snow and David in Washington DC.

"That's right, Snow White and her Prince Charming are attending yet another fancy party in Washington DC. Catastrophe follows these two wherever they go so I hope you have insurance, Washington," Goldie said, as the video cut to another sponsor ad.

"Well?" Goldie asked, as she looked at him. He smirked.

"Over three thousand views already and climbing. This thing is going to go viral if we play that footage of them fixing the problem," he said.

"Do it," she said, as he streamed the video as it came back from the ad spot.

~*~

"I think...everyone needs to channel their elements into me and then I can stop this. Then we'll have to clean it all up," Bobby said.

"You're the boss in this one," Eva replied, as she put her hand on his shoulder and his eyes glowed pink.

"I just hope I don't shock us both to the moon," Leo joked, as he put his hand on his brother's back. Bobby's eyes glowed cobalt and the electricity swirling around Leo ceased. Summer was next and her little brother's eyes glowed lavender and finally Emma put her hand on his back, making his eyes glow white.

"Now Mom and Dad...your element is love and kind of the reason we can do any of this," Bobby said. Snow and David smiled at them and each other, before placing their hands on Bobby's shoulders. His eyes glowed rainbow at that point and a large pulse of pure power exited and there was a rumble beneath them, as the power traveled beneath the ground. They all watched in awe, as the power lit up the ground in a display of multi-colored light, before steam began to rise from the ground and when the billowy steam finally cleared, all the snow was melted. Elsa looked at her hands in awe, realizing that her powers were under control again too.

"One more pulse should do it on that cloud, kid," Emma said. He nodded and they produced another pulse of rainbow colored magic, this time hitting the dark, ominous cloud over Arendelle that was dispelling the cloud that was showering the Kingdom with snow.

~*~

"Yes...that was the footage of a boy and his family fixing a snowstorm. Unfortunately, when you're dealing with a villain that can not only cause storms, but suck the life out of people...that's when things get serious," Goldie said, as they cut to the footage of the two guards that Void had killed.

"I apologize for the gruesomeness of those images, but people need to know what is happening. People need to be prepared, lest they become collateral damage in this war the Charmings seem to both be fighting...and waging," she claimed, as they cut to more footage of Snow and David in Washington.

"Especially when Mommy and Daddy are away and attract as much mayhem as these two. Buckle up, Land Without Magic...because I assure that this pair is going to bring you more than just stories of true love. The insanity that surrounds them will come to you too," Goldie said, as she continued to report on the events, while the Internet went crazy with this new information.

"This video is going to go viral for sure," Grimm said.

"But that's not enough. It's time to make my debut in the Land Without Magic," she replied.

"What exactly do you have in mind?" he asked, as she produced something from her desk drawer and handed one to him.

"Press passes...I like it," he replied.

"Time for me to get an up close and personal exclusive with Snow White and her prince," she said, as she held up a bean and they prepared to take their own trip.

~*~

Snow, David, and the others endured the tour, as the curator rambled on about his fake exhibits and fake artifacts. None of it made any sense, so they were all on guard, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You know...the regular Smithsonian exhibits would be far more interesting than this fake stuff. Our Atlantis museum back home blows all this away," Snow mentioned to him quietly, as they were pretending to listen to Mr. Carlson tell a fake story about the Holy Grail and how it was found.

"I know what you mean," he agreed, as he stood beside her with his arm wrapped firmly around her waist.

"At least there is one treasure in this room though and she happens to be in my arms," he said, as he looked at her and kissed her cheek.

"Charming...you are too good to be true, my love," she gushed, as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"If I am...it's because of you, my darling," he whispered to her, as they shared a passionate kiss. They were both unaware of the eyes on them from the shadows.

~*~

"It's happening...at last," the man of Asian descent said, as an object began to glow in the dark.

"Has that ever happened?" Mr. Ozman asked.

"Not in my lifetime," the man replied.

"Do you even know what's inside of this peculiar jar, Mr. Li? Not even your ancestor could open it. In fact, he was a traitor," Ms. Reeves said.

"Indeed he was. Tao Xang Li sided with the children of the sun and gave the prized power source of the Mu people over to them. And they never opened it. No one really knows what is does or what's inside," Mr. Li said.

"But that is about to change," Li assured them, as he emerged from the shadows and set his sights on the pair. The new children of the sun...or truest loves, as they preferred. He didn't care what they were called; he was just intent on using them to get what he wanted and rectify his ancestor's failure to fortify the Li legacy.

It was true...he was the descendant of the Dragon's King's trusted advisor, Tao Xang Li, the only full blooded of the Mu people to ever leave their island. But his descendant, Ichiro Suun Li, had been haunted by the prospect of possible unlimited power within his grasp, but yet no way of harnessing it. His family had become corrupted a few generations ago when the promise of such power was continually denied to them and promised to those with no blood attachment to his lineage.

Is the distraction ready?" Li asked.

"Yes…" Mr. Ozman replied.

"Excellent...it's time to proceed," he said.

~*~

"And here we come to the enchanting necklace of Harmonia," the curator said, as a bejeweled necklace sat on display behind glass.

"Fake?" James asked.

"So fake...I bet the jewels aren't even real. It's tacky costume jewelry at best," Aphrodite replied.

"Do you know where the real one is?" Snow asked.

"In my shop...it's quite a story, but that's for another time," Gold replied, as they snickered.

"I'm sorry...but my entire presentation has been met with your snickering and whispering. Do you have an issue with my magnificent collection?" Mr. Carlson questioned.

"Well, since you mentioned it, yes...yes we do," Aphrodite replied, as all eyes were suddenly on them.

"So much for keeping a low profile," David joked.

"That's not our style anyway," Snow said.

"Almost everything in this exhibit is fake," Aphrodite replied.

"And she would know, since most of it is her heritage," James added.

"There is no way the Smithsonian would ever endorse such a fraud, which means this whole thing can't be about this exhibit," David said.

"Well…I suppose you would know all about being a fraud, wouldn't you, Prince Charming?" Goldie asked, as she made her presence known, with Grimm trailing behind her.

"How the hell did you two get in here?" Regina asked, as they held up the press passes around their necks.

"We're the press and this is a public event," Goldie said.

"Did you just call my husband a fraud?" Snow asked dangerously, as she got in Goldie's face. The blonde smirked.

"Well...he is the one that posed as his brother and fooled an entire Kingdom," she replied.

"My husband proved he's a true leader and became the people's prince," Snow argued.

"True...and left his own twin brother to live in the shadow of the legendary Prince Charming," Goldie goaded.

"If you're trying to get us to turn against each other, David and I are long past any animosity," James countered.

"He's right...and I may have had humble beginnings. Probably a lot like you, but at least I decided to use my life to do good things. You're just a bitter, jealous, washed up reporter," David said. She smirked, as she stepped closer to him.

"I bet you're a real tiger in the sack, chisel chin," she leered.

"You'll never know," Snow commented.

"What I wouldn't give to wrap my hands around that pretty little neck," Goldie retorted.

"I'd love to see that fight," Grimm commented.

"No you wouldn't. My Mom would decimate her," Bobby quipped.

"Look, I'm tired of this little vendetta you have against my wife. She's not responsible for your terrible life!" David exclaimed, as the spectators were much more interested in the spectacle playing out before them then they were the exhibits.

"Enough!" a voice said, as they turned to find a man of Asian descent before them.

"Who the hell are you?" David asked.

"My name is Ichiro Suun Li and since all the artifacts before you are not to your liking, I believe I have one that will be," he replied.

"Li?" Aphrodite asked curiously.

"Yes Goddess...I am of that Li bloodline and I present to you the sacred jar of my people. The Mu…" he said, as the spectators marveled at the glowing jar.

"Don't let him fool you...he's not the good man his ancestor may have been," Patricia warned.

"I am simply a man that wants the secrets to his heritage unlocked and I believe it is within this jar. Now...the children of the sun will open it for me," he said.

"Truest loves," Snow corrected.

"And what if we don't?" David asked. He smirked.

"Then the blood of every person in this room will be on your hands…" he threatened...

~*~

The Jolly Roger docked at Pleasure Island and Killian deployed the gangplank.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you...but be on your guard, mates. This place was rough back in the day and that was before it housed a myriad of super villains," Killian mentioned.

"Thank you, Captain. Hopefully, we'll return shortly with our abductees," Fandral said, as the warrior was flanked by his companions for this mission.

"Well...that is definitely a new attraction since we were here last," Fandral said, as they observed the extravagant castle in the distance.

"Rodmilla Tremaine is definitely at home in this place," Zorro agreed, as they approached the infamous watering hole that they knew was run by Grimm. Going in there would alert the entire island to their presence, so they quickly concealed themselves in the alleyway behind the bar.

"What if our gimpy friend decides not to frequent the bar tonight?" Zorro asked.

"Then we tear this island apart until we find them. But I don't think we're going to need to," Hyde said, as he pointed ahead of them and they noticed Fidget limping toward another man at one of the nearby kiosks.

"Poppy dust...with an injury like his, we should have guessed he was an addict," Fandral said, as they moved on once he pocketed the bag of narcotics and the greasy character nearly leapt out of his skin at the sight of Fandral.

"Scream and I crush your larynx," Hyde threatened, as he put his hand around the shifty man's throat. Zorro fished out the bag of drugs and confiscated them.

"I need those…" he pleaded.

"Yes…I imagine that your permanent injury is painful at times, but narcotics are never the solution," Fandral replied.

"Easy for you to say and what's the difference? The version prescribed in your fancy hospital are just as addictive as poppy dust," he seethed.

"Perhaps that's true…" Fandral relented.

"Or maybe you're just a scumbag," Zorro added bluntly.

"That is likely also true," Fandral agreed.

"Hey…I don't see the two of you walking around with a bum leg!" Fidget hissed.

"Yes...well, maybe you shouldn't have tried to assault Snow White and you might not be in this position," Fandral said.

"That little wench...she caused this!" he said.

"No...shoddy medical practices caused this. The Black Fairy or Yzma could have repaired your leg easily with magic, but they did not care. You were just a minion...a foot soldier. This is how they treat their help," Fandral corrected, as he produced a pair of cuffs and put them on the greasy man.

"Now...you're going back to prison, but the amount of time you do in the abduction of Hiram Flaversham and his daughter will all depend upon you telling us where Jekyll is. We know he has them," Fandral said.

"If I tell you...I'm dead meat," Fidget said.

"You're dead if you don't. Tell us and you'll have a fighting chance in prison," Hyde threatened, as he put his hand around the man's neck again.

"Okay...it's that warehouse there," he said, pointing to the large building at the end of the block.

"Walk…" Fandral urged, as they followed him and arrived at the warehouse and they rushed in when they heard screaming…

~*~

Hiram Flaversham had worked diligently through the night and the day for his impatient captor. So when Jekyll finished his daily watching of Snow White via in his intrusive spying devices, he turned his attention to Hiram.

"I do hope you have been successful. With Snow and Charming away, this would be the perfect opportunity to sneak up on young Summer and obtain her star gem...and perhaps even Eva's," he said.

"Emma and Leo would be more challenging, but with their parents and Nana gone...the youngest girl would be prime for the picking, so that glove had better work," he added, as the device was unveiled.

"Your craftsmanship is exquisite…" he complimented, as he observed a golden pair of gloves, similar to the magic wielding ones he had created for Rodmilla, though hers were black.

"They will allow you to rip hearts and seamlessly extract star gems from the hearts without damaging them," Hiram said. The look in Jekyll's eyes was one of pure derangement, as he moved to the other side of his lab and revealed another device. It looked like a staff of some sort.

"I've done what you have asked...now please release me and my daughter," Hiram requested.

"Oh, but don't you want to know what you have helped facilitate?" Jekyll asked, as he picked up the golden staff.

"Seven slots...seven star gems and control of everything will be mine," he revealed, as a cold chill went down Hiram's spine. Jekyll smirked.

"That's right...seven Charmings and all their power will be harnessed by me. Charming will be under my control and lead his children in complete destruction of subjugation of the world for me, while the lovely Snow will be by my side as my Queen," he added.

"Then you have what you want...now please let us go," Hiram pleaded.

"Oh, but we have not tested your device yet," Jekyll said, as young Olivia was led into the room by one of the guards.

"Goldilocks was very disappointed in her skills as an assistant, so she returned her, hoping that I may have better use of her," Jekyll said, with a smirk that made Hiram want to vomit.

"And I do," he said, as he raised his hand and prepared to rip the heart from the young girl.

"No...please! Test it on me!" Hiram offered.

"A nice offer...but she will be our guinea pig," Jekyll said, as his hand thrust forward and the girl winced, waiting for the pain to come. But an arm caught his before it could go through her chest and she looked up to find Hyde in between the two of them.

"Not today, doctor…" he hissed, as he shoved him away and then picked Olivia up to carry her to Hiram.

"Hyde...get them back to the Jolly Roger. We'll be right behind you," Fandral said, as he circled the doctor.

"Don't count on it, Asgardian. With these gloves...I can rip even your heart out and once I do...I will go to Rose Red and make her watch me crush it to dust!" Jekyll growled.

"Spoken like a true psychopath…" Fandral countered, as he drew his new weapon.

"A shiny new sword won't even help you against me," the doctor warned, as he slashed at him with his fire whips. Zorro and Fandral dodged the flaming extensions of his arms and he aspirated and reappeared directly in front of Zorro.

"I will have a test subject," he growled, as he prepared to take Zorro's heart. Thinking quickly, Fandral picked Fidget up by the shirt and tossed the now screaming minion in between the path of Jekyll's glove and Zorro. Fidget was speared by Jekyll's hand and the mad scientist extracted his heart, which barely glowed at all, considering it was heavily blackened, thanks to all the evil deeds he had done in his life. Jekyll growled maniacally and the heart in his hand exploded to dust in his fury, killing the crippled henchman.

"I may hate Charming the most...but you are very high on my list, Asgardian," Jekyll said.

"Sounds like something to take pride in," Fandral quipped, as the madman unleashed a fire blast in his rage, causing a chain reaction of small explosions all over the warehouse, due to all the chemicals he had around.

"This whole place is going to go up...he's insane," Zorro warned.

"Yes he is…" Fandral agreed and then cried out, as one of Jekyll's fiery whips wrapped around him.

"Time to burn…" he threatened, but the seasoned warrior maneuvered his sword and shocked the doctor, as it passed through his forearms, cutting his hands off. He cried out in raged agony, as Fandral was freed from his grip.

"You think you've won!? I am made of demon fire now! I will regrow my limbs with ease, just like last time!" he claimed, as he willed his power to the surface, but frowned when nothing happened.

"I don't think it will be so easy this time, demon. This is no ordinary blade anymore. It seems Hyde has taken a page from your book and developed a metal that can defeat you with science," Fandral boasted.

"And when he merges his technology with the magic of Snow and David's chalice into their weapons...you will not stand a ghost of chance," the warrior added, as he and Zorro slipped out of the warehouse, just as Jekyll screamed in maniacal rage and the entire building exploded. He was still alive, of course, but he had been dealt a serious defeat.

~*~

Killian saw the explosion and was about to venture to find them when he saw Hyde running toward the Harbor with a girl and the man he assumed was her father, Mr. Flaversham.

"Bloody hell...are Fandral and Zorro okay?" he asked, as he helped their rescued people aboard.

"Yes...they should be right behind us," Hyde said, as they saw the two warriors running toward them as fast as they could.

"Did you kill the bastard?" Killian asked, as they hopped on board.

"We wish...but we at least dealt him a serious defeat," Zorro replied.

"Yes...he has destroyed his own lab in his anger," Fandral said.

"At least we managed to destroy that contraption that Mr. Flaversham created," Zorro said, regarding the inventor.

"What contraption?" Killian asked.

"Gloves that will give Jekyll the ability to rip hearts and extract star gems from them," Fandral replied.

"Emma and her siblings...he's going after them," he realized.

"Yes...but thankfully those gloves and the staff he built to harness the power of them have gone up in smoke," Zorro said, as Killian set sail for the mainland.

"Unfortunately, that may not be the end of it," Hiram offered.

"What do you mean?" Fandral asked.

"I'm afraid my designs were stored in his database. He'll be able to recall the blueprints and rebuild them...without my assistance," Hiram replied.

"Then we must warn Snow and David the moment they return," Zorro said.

"We will tell Emma once we dock. If he got his hands on even one star gem, he could use them to destroy everything. All he would need to bring us all down would be if he got his hands on Emma's or Bobby's. Their magic is by far the strongest," Killian feared.

"He wants Snow and David's too. If he got his hands on the power of the chalice through Snow and David...not to mention Bobby, then the entire United Realms and beyond would be doomed," Fandral realized, giving them all a sense of pure dread.

"Do you think we can stop him, uncle?" Olivia asked, as she looked up at Hyde. He hugged her gently.

"Yes...we will stop him, young one. We must," he said, as he shared a wary look with the others.

~*~

Once the flames were put out, Jekyll emerged from the building, his body covered almost entirely in burns. Thanks to his demon powers, he would heal from those quickly, but the damage had been done to his hands. He could not regrow them and when Rodmilla arrived, even his gruesome appearance shocked her. Following closely behind were her lead guard, Rivers and her jester, Lucifer.

"Rebuild my lab…" he growled, as she watched the sickening process of him shedding the burned skin and emerging anew.

"I gave you those powers...and you will now use them to assist me. If you do not...I will roast you the same way I roasted this entire building!" he shouted, as his eyes bled with fire.

"No need for threats, Doctor…" she said, as she got a healthy dose of practice with her magical gloves and remade his lab. She noticed burnt mass on the floor though and her nose wrinkled at the absolute foul smell.

"What is that?" she asked.

"That...was Fidget. Get rid of it," he growled, as she waved her hand and disappeared the gruesome mass of ash and burnt flesh.

"What happened here?" Runeard asked.

"Fandral the Dashing happened and I fully intend to make sure he pays for everything he just did," Jekyll said.

"What is wrong with your hands?" Rodmilla asked.

"I underestimated Hyde's ingenuity, but that won't happen again," he said, as he pressed a button on his console with his elbow and a panel on the floor opened up. A box emerged from the floor and he kicked it over to Runeard.

"Open it…" he ordered.

"I am a King...I do not take orders, especially from an unhinged doctor, who is obviously an amateur," Runeard said derisively.

"You had better watch your tongue, Void...for if you think your little trick is a match for me...you'd be sadly mistaken," Jekyll said, as he grabbed the man's wrist and Runeard was shocked to see that his touch had no effect on the doctor.

"I am still a demon and there is no life to drain from me," he said, as the King hissed in pain and pulled his wrist away, finding a burn mark there.

"But I can burn you to ash. However, I find your ability intriguing and would prefer it to work for me. Make no mistake though, if you inhibit my path to the lovely Snow White, I will reduce you to smoldering embers," Jekyll warned.

Runeard reluctantly did so and took out a metal case. He placed it on the console and opened it, revealing a second pair of gloves, much like Rodmilla's.

"These will suffice until we can obtain Snow and Charming's mixed blood. With it, Grimm can give me my flesh hands back. For now, these will work and help channel my power," Jekyll said, as he was fitted with the gloves. The Doctor flexed his artificial hands.

"Now get out...I have much work to do and a revenge to craft," he hissed, as they left the psychotic doctor to do his work.

"I'd hate to be the Dashings or the Charmings when he gets done with them. I hope he lets me watch the carnage," Lucifer mentioned. Rivers smirked.

"Me too...it will be entertaining for sure," he agreed.

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Don’t Want To Be Scared Anymore - A Noah Centineo Imagine

A/N: Hey Everyone! After a long hiatus I’m finally back with a new Noah Imagine. This prompt is probably the longest one I’ve written so far (18 pages) but it’s also my favorite one so I hope you all like it as much I liked writing it! Thank you for your request and for giving me a chance to improve my writing, I really appreciate it! As always thanks to my amazing friends @freeyourheartandsoul  and @noahcenttrash for helping me out! Make sure to check their blogs out too! Now, enjoy reading and let me know what you think :) 

Prompt request: 

#14 “Wait, no, don’t stop kissing me.”

#24 “Daddy why aren’t mommy and you together?”

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Unfortunately life, doesn't always turn out the way you want it to which, is something (Y/N) experienced first-hand, when she found out she was pregnant at only 18. As she was staring at the pregnancy test in her hand, she didn't know how to feel. She loved kids and always dreamed about being a mother someday, but now was definitely not the right time for it. She was barely a freshman in college and could barely take care of herself. And she knew that the guy she'd been seeing on and off for the last few months, who was also the father of this baby, wouldn't be able to take care of them either.

Noah was an aspiring actor, trying to make it in Hollywood. He'd been in a couple TV shows and movies but hasn't had his big break yet. She met him at a party she'd been invited to a few months ago where they immediately hit it off.  Even though they've been hooking up and going out for a while, they weren't officially dating. It was more of a casual thing between them and she was happy with that. As much as (Y/N) liked Noah and wanted to keep seeing him, she wasn't really ready to commit to him just yet. She was still young and going to college and she wanted to make the most of the time she had there. At least that's what she'd planned for herself, but now that she was going to have a baby, she had to make new plans for her life. She also had to talk to Noah, which she was really nervous about.

Noah was great and treated her like no guy has ever treated her before, but neither of them talked about where their relationship was going, so she wasn't really sure how he'd react about the unexpected pregnancy news. Of course she would obviously still love her kid, even if Noah decided not to be in his or her life, but deep down she was hoping that she wouldn't have to go through this journey by herself.

Despite the initial shock at first, (Y/N) was really excited about this unexpected pregnancy. She already loved this kid so much and couldn't wait to meet him or her.

Once Noah found out about (Y/N)'s pregnancy he fully dedicated his time to be with her. He went to all of her appointments and baby classes with her, and even offered to live with her to help take care of the baby. (Y/N) dropped out of college to be there for the baby and for Noah, who had quickly become an important part of her life. Noah and (Y/N) were officially a couple and decided to raise this kid together. Over the last nine months he had taken such good care of her and (Y/N) learned so much more about him. It didn't take her very long to fall in love with Noah and she knew he felt the same way about her too. Being able to raise this kid with a loving boyfriend was even more exciting and she couldn't wait for the baby to arrive. Everything seemed perfect and (Y/N) had never been this happy in her life. But life as we know it is never really perfect which (Y/N) had to find out quite quickly.

A few weeks after their beautiful daughter Luna was born, Noah got offered to play the role of Jesus Foster, which was one of the lead characters on the hit show 'The Fosters'. Noah was really excited about the offer because that's something he'd been waiting for ever since he started his career as an actor and (Y/N) was happy for him too. She knew how much he'd wanted that job and how much it meant to him, but a part of her was hoping that he wouldn't take it and stay home with her and Luna instead.

Obviously Noah, did not turn down that role and spent most of his time on set to film while (Y/N) was at home, taking care of their daughter. She loved Noah and wanted to support him and his career but (Y/N) couldn't help but feel neglected after a while. He wasn't just busy with shooting episodes and being gone for most of the week, he was also doing promotions and interviews and barely had time for (Y/N) and their relationship. Noah still managed to be there for Luna and fulfilled all his duties as a dad, but he didn't manage to put the same kind of effort into being there for (Y/N) as her boyfriend. Even though (Y/N) still tried to make it work between them, their relationship unfortunately didn't last in the end. Noah chose his job over her and their relationship, which broke (Y/N)'s heart.

She wanted to hate Noah for breaking her heart, but she just couldn't. Despite of how much she was hurting, she couldn't take Luna away from her dad. Even though Noah had been a terrible boyfriend to (Y/N) these last few months, he had always been a great dad to Luna. They had an amazing father-daughter-bond, which (Y/N) couldn't take away from either of them.

So instead of taking all of his rights away from him, the both of them decided that Luna would stay with him on the weekends while she was living with (Y/N) for the rest of the week. It was the best thing to do for their daughter, and Luna's happiness was all that really mattered. After their break-up (Y/N) and Luna moved out of their shared apartment with Noah and stayed with her best friend Mia for a while. It was hard to manage everything, especially now that they weren't living together anymore, but they eventually got used to this new situation and managed to find a good routine that worked for both Noah and (Y/N).  

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Four years have passed since then and (Y/N) and Noah's relationship was a lot better now. Even though it took some time for (Y/N) to get over their breakup, she was in a good place now and even managed to become friends with Noah. They learned to support and lean on each other as co-parents and still took care of their daughter together. Life as a single mom was hard, but she was happy to have Noah back in her life, especially when things got a little overwhelming sometimes.

(Y/N) and Luna lived in downtown Los Angeles in a small apartment together, which was only a few blocks away from where Noah lived. He was the one who found and rented this place for them and (Y/N) was really grateful for that because finding a good, cheap, place to live here in LA is almost impossible, especially for a single mom like (Y/N). She only worked part-time as a waitress in a small restaurant and couldn't even imagine being able to afford a place like she lived in now, but thankfully Noah's financial support made it possible for them. She really didn't want his financial help at first, but Noah had insisted on stepping in and helping out. He was Luna's father and just as responsible for her happiness and well-being as (Y/N) was, which is why she agreed to accept his help in the end, even if she felt a little guilty about it.

It was Friday afternoon which meant Noah would be here soon to pick Luna up for their weekly father-daughter-weekend. (Y/N) was in Luna's nursery, packing her bag together for the weekend while Luna was playing with her dollhouse.

“Mommy, come play with me, please.” Luna called from behind her, holding one of her dolls out to (Y/N).

(Y/N) smiled at her daughter before she walked over to her. She squatted down and said, “I'd love to play with you, but your dad is coming to pick you up for the weekend any minute now and we have to get you ready for that. But we'll play together when you get back, okay, sweetie?”

Luna shrieked excitedly at (Y/N)'s words. “Daddy is coming today?” (Y/N) nodded and picked her up. She walked over to her bed where she sat her down to change her clothes.

“Are you excited to see your daddy again?” She asked as she changed Luna's dress.

“Yes! I love daddy!” Luna's eyes lit up as she talked about her father and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that. She loved how close Noah and Luna were and how much she adored her daddy.

“I know you do. But I hope you love your mommy too.” Luna nodded her tiny head and wrapped her small arms around (Y/N)'s neck.

“I love you too, mommy.” Luna said, making (Y/N) smile even more.

“and I love you, my little princess.” She kissed her daughter on the cheek before she finished getting her dressed.

“Okay. You're all done, beautiful. Let's get your things and wait for daddy in the living room, okay?” (Y/N) helped Luna down from the bed and grabbed the bag she had packed for her before heading over to the living room to wait for Noah. (Y/N) put Luna's favorite show Peppa Pig on to kill the waiting time while she started with some of the chores she needed to get done. A few minutes later she heard a knock and (Y/N) hurried over to open the door.

“Hey, sorry, I'm a little late. Traffic was crazy on the way here.” Noah apologized as he stepped over the threshold to enter the apartment.

“Don't worry about it. Luna's happily distracted with watching Peppa Pig, which as you know always saves the day.” (Y/N) said, making Noah laugh.

“Oh yes, I definitely know what you're talking about.” He responded as they made their way over to the living room, where their 4-year old daughter was focused on the big TV screen.

“Luna, sweetie, look who's here.” (Y/N) grabbed the remote from the table and paused the show, which made Luna immediately turn around. Once she saw Noah she leaped up from the couch and jumped right into his arms.

“Daddy!” She squeaked happily as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. Noah was beaming as he held her close to him.

“Hey, little munchkin. I missed you.” Luna poked his nose and giggled happily.

“I missed you too, daddy!”

(Y/N)'s heart melted at the sight of them and couldn't help but smile.

“Okay, say goodbye to your mommy, munchkin. It's time to go and start our daddy-daughter weekend adventure.” Luna pulled away from Noah and opened her tiny arms for a hug from her mom. (Y/N) picked her out of Noah's arms and hugged her tightly.

“See you on Sunday, sweetie. Have fun with your daddy, okay? I love you.” She kissed her daughter goodbye.

“I love you too, mommy!” (Y/N) smiled and let Luna back into Noah's arms before grabbing Luna's bags and handing them over to him too.

“Here's everything she needs for the weekend. If you need anything else or there's something missing, just give me a call, okay?” (Y/N) said, looking at Noah.

“Don't worry. I've got this. It's not my first weekend alone with this little monster.” He said as he made his way back to the door with his daughter and her bags in his arms. (Y/N) followed them and opened the door for them.

“I know. I just hate saying goodbye to her. It's the worst.” She looked at their daughter again, her heart stinging at the thought of being away from her until Sunday. Even though they'd been doing this for four years now, saying goodbye to Luna was still the hardest part of these split weekend arrangements.

“I know how you feel. It breaks my heart each time I have to drop her off back here. But hey, at least we're making it work. Not every separated couple with kids do. And if you really miss her that much just Facetime me and you can see her whenever you want.” Noah gave her a reassuring glance before walking out of the door.

“Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Noah. I'll see you on Sunday.” She smiled at him before kissing Luna one more time. “Bye, princess.”

Luna waved her tiny arms at her. “Bye bye mommy!” (Y/N) waved at them one more time before she closed the door behind her and walked back into the living room. Noah and Luna had barely left and (Y/N) already missed her like crazy. She didn't want to spend all weekend thinking about her daughter, which is why she distracted herself by cleaning and finishing up the rest of the chores she needed to get done for the day.

Sunday had finally arrived and (Y/N) was in the kitchen, cooking some dinner for her and Luna. She was stirring the pasta sauce she'd cooked, when she heard her phone ringing. She grabbed her phone and smiled when she saw who was calling her.

“Hey, mom.” She put the phone between her head and shoulder so she could continue cooking.

“Hello, honey. How are you doing?” Her mother asked through the phone.

(Y/N) answered, “I'm good. Just cooking some dinner for us right now. How are you doing, mom?”

“I'm very well, thank you, honey. I actually called you because I have some news. Good news.”

“Okay. What kind of good news do you have?” (Y/N) asked, curious about what her mom had to tell her.

“Well... you know that your sister's graduating college next week and since you can't be there to celebrate with us, we thought we'd all come to Los Angeles and visit you! We already booked our flights and found a nice hotel to stay at that's only 5 minutes away from your apartment. We'll be there next weekend and finally get to meet that handsome boyfriend of yours and see our beautiful granddaughter again, isn't that great, honey?”

(Y/N)'s heart stopped for a second when she heard the news and even felt the colors draining from her face. Her family coming to visit her should usually be good news, but in this case it really wasn't.  Especially if meeting Noah for the first time was one of the reasons why they were visiting her in the first place. She never told her family about their break-up or about the fact that they weren't living together anymore, because she knew it would break their hearts. (Y/N)'s parents were really protective of her dating life because of something that happened to her when she was in high school and therefore wouldn't have reacted well to the way things ended between her and Noah. She wanted to protect Noah from her parents and protect her parent's feelings as well. So instead of telling them the truth, she kept telling them that Noah and her were still dating and that they lived together as a happy family in (Y/N)'s new apartment.

She even sent them family Christmas cards every year just to keep her story straight. She felt terrible for lying to her entire family but, it had all worked out really well... until now at least. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't tell them not to come because they'd get suspicious and ask all kinds of questions, but if she told them to come, they would find out that she'd been lying to them for years. And then they'd probably never talk to her again and, of course, (Y/N) didn't want that to happen. Whatever she decided to do, someone was going to wind up hurt and (Y/N) didn't want that either.

Stay calm, (Y/N), you're gonna figure something out. Don't worry about it. She thought, calming herself down.

(Y/N) took a deep breath before she answered, “Yeah... you're right. That's definitely great news mom.”

“I know, right? We're all so excited to see you again! Oh and make sure your boyfriend is there when we visit you. You've been trying to keep him to yourself for years now, but it's finally time to share him with us. Oh honey, I can't wait to meet him.” Her mom said, her voice filled with excitement.

“Yeah, I know you are, mom.” Before she could say something else, she heard someone open the door. It was probably Noah, who had a spare key to this apartment. (Y/N) waved at him when she saw him standing in the hallway with a sleeping Luna in his arms. Noah smiled at her before making his way over to Luna's nursery.

“Look, mom, Noah just got home from work and is super hungry so we're having dinner now. I'll call you back later, okay?” She felt bad for lying to her mom again, but she just wanted to escape this conversation as quickly as possible.

“Alright, tell him I said hi, okay? I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, mom. Bye.” She pressed the hang up button and put her phone away before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, are you okay?” Noah's voice startled her. She turned around and saw him looking at her with concerned eyes.

“Yeah, I'm fine. How was your weekend? Did everything go well with Luna?” She quickly changed the topic.

Noah nodded, his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, it was great. We went to the zoo together and had some ice cream too. Luna loved it.”

(Y/N) smiled at that, “Sounds like you two had a great weekend then.”

“We did. Luna had two very adventurous days and immediately passed out on our ride over here. I put her down in her bed and she's still out like a champ. She will probably sleep through the night because I couldn't really get her to take naps when she was with me, no matter how much I tried.”

“Oh, that's okay. Don't worry about it.” She gave him a small smile before finishing up dinner. He smiled back at her before making his way back to the door.

“Hey, would you like to maybe stay for dinner? I cooked for me and Luna but since she's fast asleep in her bed I have a lot of food left.” (Y/N) asked, poking her head out of the kitchen.

Noah looked at her surprised, “Uh, sure... but only if it isn't too much trouble for you.”

“No, of course it isn't. You're family and there's never too much trouble for family. And there's actually something I would like to talk to you about.” She said as she set up the table for the both of them. Noah nodded and walked back into the kitchen, where he took a seat at the dining table. (Y/N) placed a plate of spaghetti in front of him before taking her own and sitting down next to him.

“Wow, this is really delicious, (Y/N).” Noah complimented, looking up from his plate.

“Well, it'd be kind of sad if I messed spaghetti up. It's like the easiest dish to cook.” She commented before putting another portion in her mouth.

“Oh, trust me, I've had a share of messed up spaghetti in my life and yours definitely isn't one of them.”

(Y/N) blushed a little at that. “Thanks.”

They ate their dinner quietly for a while until Noah broke the silence between them. “You said you wanted to talk about something?” He looked at (Y/N) again.

(Y/N) sighed. She had an idea on how to solve the whole family situation, but she wasn't sure whether Noah would agree to help her with her plan.

“Yeah, I do.” She paused for a minute to take a sip out of her glass before she continued, “I talked to my mom earlier and she told me that they're coming to visit me next weekend. She also wanted me to ask you if you're free around then because she and the rest of my family would love to meet you.”

“Uh... wow. I don't know, I mean wouldn't it be kind of weird since we're not together anymore?” He asked, raising his brows.

“No, of course not. I mean you're Luna's dad which makes you family and you should never say no to meeting your family. Besides, they're really excited to meet you.” (Y/N) answered but Noah still didn't seem convinced about spending next weekend with his ex-girlfriend's family.

“What about Luna? She's supposed to stay with me.”

“We're doing this for Luna. She hasn't seen her grandparents and aunt in over a year, and you know how much she loves them. Besides, I'm sure she wouldn't mind spending one weekend with both of her parents together. Please, Noah. It would really mean a lot to me if you came.” She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Noah sighed, running a hand through his curly brown hair. “And you're sure your family doesn't mind having me there? Even after the way things ended between us?”

“Yes, my mom specifically asked for you to be there. Besides... they don't even know that we broke up in the first place, so things definitely shouldn't be weird between you guys.” She whispered the last part but Noah still managed to catch it. He looked at her with wide eyes and almost choked on his food.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on for a second. Did you just say that your family doesn't know we broke up?”  

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah... I did, because it's true. My family still thinks that we're dating and living together in this apartment to raise Luna together.”

“But why would they even think that?” He asked, still confused about the whole situation.

“Because that's what I told them.” She answered, finally meeting Noah's eyes. He just gave her a look that she read as him wanting an explanation.

“Look, my parents are really overprotective of me, especially when it comes to dating. I've had my heart broken before when I lost my first boyfriend in a terrible car crash my junior year of high school and my parents saw how much it affected me and how hard it was for me to move on from that. I didn't go out with anyone for a while until I met you and that's when everything changed. For the first time after his death I felt a connection to someone besides him and, even though you and I weren't exclusive for a while, I really liked what we had. Then I obviously got pregnant and even though I was scared, you made this whole journey so much easier for me. You were always there for me and made me excited about having this baby with you. And when I told my parents about my pregnancy and how well you were taking care of me and the baby, they got so happy and excited for me. They loved the thought of me being taken care of and with someone who would always be there for me and our kid. But then we broke up and I just couldn't bring myself to tell them. I didn't want them to be worried about me so instead of being honest with them, I made up this perfect life with you that they still think I have. I'm sorry about involving you in all of this. If  you really feel uncomfortable about next weekend, you don't have to be there. I'm sure I'll think of something to say to them.” (Y/N) explained, feeling relieved that the truth was finally out.

Noah deserved to know the truth and even though she was scared of his reaction, she felt this huge burden lift off her shoulders. She waited for him to say something, but Noah just stared at her for a minute or so, before he spoke up.

“Wow, I had no idea. I'm so sorry, (Y/N).” He said, his voice soft and full of concern.

(Y/N) gave him a smile, “Thanks. It's been a while since it happened, but it still hurts sometimes.”

“I get it. Losing someone you love is hard and it never really stops hurting. Look, if you really want me to meet your family next weekend, then of course I'll be there.” Noah reached out and put his hand on top of (Y/N)'s. The second his hand touched hers, (Y/N) felt electric currents run through her entire body.

She tried to ignore them but the longer he held her hand, the worse it got. She tried to distract herself by asking, “Really? You're actually gonna come?”

Noah nodded, a small smile on his face. “I can tell how important this is to you and you're really important to me... so of course I'll be there. Besides, you were right. They're just as much my family as they're yours so it's finally time for me to meet them.”

(Y/N) gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you so much, Noah. It really means a lot to me.”

“I know.” He smiled back at her and for a moment they were looking at each other, both of their hearts pounding like crazy. After a moment Noah asked, “So your family still thinks we're together right? So what do you want us to do when they're here? Is there some sort of plan?”

“Well... I thought maybe we could pretend to be a couple for a day or two just until my family leaves. But I totally understand if you feel uncomfortable with that, I'm honestly just grateful you're gonna be there at all.” (Y/N) said but Noah shook his head at that.

“Don't worry about it, (Y/N), I'm definitely in. Pretending to be someone else is literally my job and, as you know, I actually do have some experience being someone's fake boyfriend.”

“Yeah... you literally blew up after you played Peter Kavinsky and yet you still manage to always be there for your family. That really shows character, Noah. Thank you for agreeing to do this with me. I really do appreciate it.”

“Of course. I know you'd to the same for me.” Noah said, smiling at (Y/N) again. Him, smiling at her like that, made (Y/N)'s heart pound like crazy again. She hasn't felt that way about him since they broke up and she didn't really know what it meant. She definitely didn't have feelings for him anymore... right?

“So, maybe I can bring some of my stuff over during the next week so it actually looks like I live here too. Because right now it just looks like an apartment of a single mom and I know that's not what you want.” Noah suggested, pulling (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. We should probably also have a couple family pictures on the walls. The only one I have of us three is the one from the day where Luna was born.” (Y/N) pointed to a picture in the living room of Noah and her with Luna in their arms only a few hours after she was born. It was the only picture she kept of them as a family because it was the first picture they'd ever taken together.

“Oh yes. I have a few more of Luna and me at my place, so I can bring them too.”

The two of them kept chatting about their plans to pull off this whole fake dating thing for a few more hours until Noah had to leave.

For the next few days the two of them spent a lot of time together, turning (Y/N)'s single parent apartment into a family one. They took a few new family pictures to hang up on the walls and made sure everything else was set for the weekend too. (Y/N) and Noah even talked to their daughter Luna and made sure she wouldn't spill the beans to (Y/N)'s family. Under normal circumstances they would never encourage their daughter to lie to her own grandparents, but everything needed to be perfect in order for this plan to work out.

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The big weekend had finally arrived and (Y/N) was more nervous than ever. There was a lot at stake here and she was scared that somebody would wind up getting hurt because of her. She just hoped that everything went well and after their plan, especially the part where she and Noah had to act like they were still in love with each other. Noah had been such an amazing help this past week and even reassured (Y/N) many times by telling her that she had nothing to worry about, which (Y/N) was really grateful for.

(Y/N) just arrived at the airport to pick up her family while Noah was at home with Luna, making sure everything was set up for when her family arrived. She parked her car and made her way over to the arrival section to wait for her parents and her little sister Lucy.

“Mom, Dad, Lucy!” (Y/N) waved at her family as they walked out of the terminal.

“Oh, honey, it's so good to see you!” Her mom was the first one to rush over to her, embracing her in a loving hug.

“Hi, mom. Welcome to L.A.” She greeted her as she hugged her back.

Her dad was the next one to greet her with a big smile on his face. “I missed you so much, baby girl.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that, “Daaad. Don't call me that. I'm not your baby girl, anymore. I'm 23, not 13.”

Her dad quickly answered, “You'll always be my baby girl, (Y/N).” before kissing her forehead. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that before greeting her little sister Lucy.

“Come here, shorty.” She pulled her sister in for a tight hug.

“Gosh, I've missed you so much, big sis. I can't wait to spend this weekend with you.” Lucy whispered to her sister before pulling away from her. “I missed you too!” She answered as they pulled away from each other.

“Well, I'm glad to have you here. Welcome to L.A. you, guys.” (Y/N) said, looking at her family.

“And we're happy to be here, honey. So... where's that handsome boyfriend of yours?” (Y/N)'s mom asked as they made their way over to grab their luggage.

“Noah's home with Luna, but he's very excited to meet you all.” (Y/N) grabbed her parents' luggage before they made their way over to her car. Once they were all inside, (Y/N) drove over to her apartment, her heart nervously pounding in her chest.

A few minutes later they arrived at (Y/N)'s apartment, where she parked the car in front of the garage. She helped her parents with their luggage before she made her way over to the door.

“Please don't embarrass me in front of my boyfriend, okay?” She turned around to look at her parents before she opened the door to let everyone in.

“Hey, honey. We're back home.” (Y/N) called out as they entered the apartment. Noah, who was looking very sharp in his black button-down shirt and blue denim jeans, walked over to (Y/N) and her family with Luna in his arms.

“Hey, babe. I missed you.” He greeted (Y/N) with a kiss on her cheek, playing the part of (Y/N)'s fake boyfriend. Her heart was pounding like crazy after he kissed her, but she didn't think too much about it. It was probably beating so fast because of the whole situation they were in and not actually because of Noah, right?

She pushed her thoughts away and looked up at him with a loving smile, playing the perfect part in front of her family.

Luna shrieked happily when she saw her grandparents and her aunt Lucy and, Noah put her down on the ground so she could greet them.

(Y/N)'s dad immediately picked her up and kissed his granddaughter on the cheek. “Oh, look at you, my little angel. You've gotten so much bigger since the last time we saw you.”

Luna nodded, smiling at her grandpa. “Yes, I'm a big girl now. I even have a big girl bed now.”

“You do? Oh wow, that's wonderful, sweetheart.” (Y/N)'s mom said as she greeted Luna with a kiss.

“Hey baby girl, don't forget to say hi to your favorite aunt.” Lucy pouted at her niece, who immediately reached over to hug her.

“Oh, no, look how rude we've been to our future son-in-law, William.” (Y/N)'s parents both walked over to Noah, who was standing next to his fake girlfriend, his arm wrapped around (Y/N)'s shoulder.

“We're so sorry, darling. This wasn't the first impression I wanted you to have of us.” (Y/N)'s mother said, looking up at Noah.

He just shook his head and smiled at them, “Oh no, please don't worry about that. I'm just really happy to finally meet all of you. (Y/N) has told me so much about you.” Noah reached his hand out to them, but (Y/N)'s parents both wrapped their arms around him and pulled him into a friendly hug.

“You're family now and this is how we greet each other in our family.” William said once they pulled away from the hug.

“Yes, my husband is right. Welcome to the family, Noah. We're so pleased to meet you, darling. Thank you so much for taking care of our daughter and for being such a good father to our granddaughter. We really appreciate it.” (Y/N)'s mom said, holding Noah's hands.

Noah, who seemed a little overwhelmed by all the love, just smiled back at her friendly. “It's my pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N). Your daughter means a lot to me and I'm very grateful to have her in my life. She's not only an amazing girlfriend but also a great mom to Lucy and it's all because of the way you two raised her. So, thank you, for bringing someone so special into this world.” (Y/N) felt herself blushing as Noah said all those things about her and turned away from him so he wouldn't see it. Did he really mean all those things he said about her or was he only saying them for show? Noah was a great actor, so it was really hard to tell if he was being sincere or not.

“Oh, no, we're family now, so no more Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N). We're Joanna and William, okay, darling?” Her mom said, pulling (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

(Y/N) looked up at Noah who nodded at her parents. “Okay, Joanna and William it is.”

Noah then turned his attention towards (Y/N)'s little sister, who was staring at him in awe. Lucy was a big fan of Noah and his work and probably the most excited out of her family to meet him.

“Hey, you must be Lucy. Your sister has told me so much about you. It's really nice to finally meet you.” He said, smiling at her.

Lucy stared at him a little longer before finally speaking up. “It's nice to meet you too, Noah Centineo. Oh my gosh, I can't believe you're actually here and standing in front of me. I'm like your biggest fan. You were so amazing as Peter Kavinsky in To All The Boys I've Loved Before. I watched it like twenty times. It's my favorite movie ever.”

(Y/N) felt embarrassed at her sister's introduction but Noah just laughed it off. 

“Woah, that's a lot of times. You've definitely seen it more than I have, but I really appreciate it. Thank you for your support Lucy, it means a lot.” He smiled at her again before pulling her in for a hug. Lucy squeaked a little as they were hugging, which made Noah laugh even more.

“Your family is so awesome, babe.” Noah said after the introductions ended, but (Y/N) shook her head at that, “You mean our family is awesome. I mean you're clearly a part of it now.” She corrected him, earning an approving look from both her parents.

Noah laughed at that, “Sorry, my bad. Of course, I meant to say that our family is awesome.”

“Okay, I think that's enough chit chat, you guys. Let's give you a little tour of our apartment before we sit down for some coffee and cake.” (Y/N) looked at her family, who all nodded in agreement.

So for the next half an hour Noah and (Y/N) gave them a tour around 'their' apartment, showing them everything they'd set up over the last week such as family portraits and pictures, Noah's and (Y/N)'s shared bedroom, cards and presents they'd given each other on birthdays or anniversaries and the list goes on. (Y/N)'s family was very impressed by everything they saw, which meant that all the hard work they'd both put in over the last week had definitely payed off.

After (Y/N) and Noah gave the tour, everyone gathered in the living room, where they spent most of the day, just chatting and getting to know each other better. They also played a few games together like charades or catchphrase where it even got a little competitive between them. During all of this, Noah and (Y/N) played the perfect couple her family still thought they were, which wasn't very hard for them. In fact it, actually felt kind of natural to them. They both knew what it felt like to be in love with each other, so holding hands and kissing each other from time to time wasn't uncomfortable at all.

Hours had passed and now it was time for dinner. (Y/N) and her entire family were sitting at the dining table, eating the lasagna(Y/N) had made for them.

“So, tell me Noah, how's your career going at the moment? Any new projects that you're working on?” Lucy looked over at Noah before taking a sip out of her glass.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her sister, “I don't think Noah wants to talk about his work right now, so you shouldn't talk about it either.”

“No, it's cool, babe, really. I actually appreciate how much interest your sister shows in what I do.” Noah chimed in.

“See, he appreciates it, sis.” Lucy poked out her tongue at (Y/N) before turning back to Noah who just grinned at them.

“Back to your question Lucy. I'm actually shooting the sequel for To All The Boys I've Loved Before in Vancouver soon. Of course I'm very excited to get back to filming and see everyone again, but it's also gonna be hard to be away from (Y/N) and Luna for such a long time. I know I'm gonna miss them a lot.” He said, looking at (Y/N) and Luna. (Y/N) gave him a sweet smile before reaching over to hold his hand.

“I'll miss you too, honey, but I know we can make this work. We'll still talk all the time and we can Facetime whenever we miss each other too much.” (Y/N) reassured Noah and she meant it. She knew how hard it was for both Noah and Luna when he was shooting outside of the country for a while and even though she'd never admit it to him, it was hard for her too. Everything was easier with him being there for her as a co-parent and she also liked the thought of him only being a phone call away if she ever needed anything.

“Yeah, you're right. Thanks baby,” Noah's eyes met hers before he kissed her hand, lightly. The electric currents were shooting through (Y/N)'s body again, but she tried to ignore them. 

You guys are just pretending, (Y/N), don't forget that, girl. She thought to herself as they were looking at each other.

“Oh my gosh, that's so cool. I am so excited for the sequel! Can you tell us anything about it?” Lucy interrupted, making them both jump. (Y/N) pulled her hand away from him quickly and looked over to her sister.

“I don't think he can, sis. He probably had to sign one of those non-disclosure contracts which means he can't talk about it with anyone. Not even with his girlfriend's little sister. Sorry, but you gotta be a little more patient, Lu. I'm sure they'll reveal a few more details about the sequel soon though, right, honey?”

Noah nodded, “She's right, I can't tell you anything, even if I wanted to. Sorry, Lucy. Just wait a little longer and you'll get all the information you need, I promise.”

Lucy shrugged, “Well, it was worth a shot.”

While they were finishing their dinner, (Y/N)'s phone went off, signaling that it was Luna's bedtime. She looked over to her daughter, who was already half asleep on her high chair.

“Luna, sweetie, it's time to get you to bed. Say good night to everyone.” (Y/N) got up from her chair to grab Luna, but Noah gestured for her to sit back down.

“I've got this, babe. You stay here with your family.” He walked over to their daughter and picked her up. (Y/N) mouthed him a 'thank you' before sitting back down on her chair.

“Okay, it's time to say good night, little munchkin.” Noah said, kissing Luna on the cheek. She looked up and waved at us, “Good night, mommy. Good night pop-pop and nana and auntie Lucy.” (Y/N) blew her daughter a kiss before Noah headed off to her nursery to get her ready for bed.

“Honey, that boyfriend of yours is so wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. You make a beautiful couple.” Her mom said, smiling happily at her daughter.

Her dad nodded in agreement, “Yes, your mother's right. He's a great guy and a fantastic addition to our family. I'm so happy to see how much he cares for you and Luna. I really am.”

(Y/N) smiled at her parents, “Thank you, guys. I'm really happy with Noah and knowing you approve of him and seeing how much you love him makes me even happier.”

“You deserve it, sis. More than anyone I know.” Lucy chimed in, making (Y/N) smile even more.

After they all finished their dinner, it was time for (Y/N)'s family to leave.

“Honey, we had a blast today, but we should head to the hotel and get some rest. We'll see you again tomorrow, okay? We are probably gonna come over after breakfast, so around 10 or 11.” Her mother said as they made their way over to the door.

“Okay. Thank you for coming, I had an amazing day. Love you guys.” (Y/N) said before saying goodbye to everyone. Once they were all out the door, she let out a long breath before going back to the kitchen to clean up.

“So, Luna's asleep now. While I was getting her ready she, told me how much she loved having both of us here today and how happy she was to see everyone. She's so freaking cute. I can't believe she's ours, sometimes.” Noah said from behind her.

(Y/N) turned around from the dishwasher and nodded, “Yeah, I think that every time I look at her. I mean she's literally perfect.”

“She really is.” Noah answered before helping (Y/N) with the rest of the dishes.

“When I put her down she, asked me something that surprised me a little.” He said as he pressed the start button on the dishwasher.

(Y/N) looked at him curiously, “What did she ask you?”

Noah leaned against the kitchen counter before he answered, “She asked me: 'Daddy... why aren't you and mommy together?' and even commented on how we've been acting like a couple all week and how we asked her to lie to grandpa and grandma.”

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, “Did she really? Wow, I had no idea she was thinking about that. Well... what did you tell her?”

Noah answered, “I told her that it's something she doesn't have to worry about and that whether you and I are together or not, we'll both always love her.”

“Thank you, Noah.” She gave him a grateful smile.

He smiled back at her, “Of course. She's only four. She doesn't have to worry about stuff like that.”

(Y/N) made her way over to the couch in the living room and sat down. She looked at Noah and gestured for him to sit next to her, which he did.

Once they sat next to each other (Y/N) said, “I wouldn't have been able to pull this off today if it wasn't for your help and support, so thank you, Noah. I really do appreciate it and I mean it was so worth it. My parents loved you and I'm pretty sure my sister is even more obsessed with you now than she already was before, so yeah.”

Noah laughed at that, “Yeah, your family is pretty awesome. I loved hanging out with them today and can't wait to spend the rest of the weekend with everyone.”

“Yeah, me too. Oh, while we're speaking about my family, I should probably mention that they're coming over after breakfast tomorrow, which is why I think you should stay here for the night. I mean it's just a lot more convenient that way, you know?” (Y/N) said, looking at Noah.

He seemed a little surprised about the offer, but then nodded in agreement. “Uh, yeah... you're probably right. I already have some of my stuff here anyway and I can just sleep here on the couch tonight.”

“Yeah, okay.” (Y/N) said, meeting his eyes. They just looked at each other for a while until Noah eventually spoke up, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Ever since Luna mentioned it earlier, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and I just need to know... why aren't we together, (Y/N)? I mean there's clearly still something between us and I know you can feel it too.”

(Y/N) was taken aback by his question, but quickly pulled herself together and answered, “What do you mean why aren't we together? You know exactly why, Noah. I mean you're the one that broke up with me.”

“I know and it was the stupidest decision I've ever made, and if I could take it all back I would do it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately life, doesn't work like that and people have to learn from their mistakes and I have. I've been trying to make it up to you ever since we broke up and I learned how much you and Luna and this little family of ours actually means to me. Please don't let this mistake get in the way of a possible future together. I want to be with you and, I know that there's still a part of you that wants to be with me too.” Noah grabbed (Y/N)'s hands and waited for her to say something.

(Y/N) just stared at him for a minute, trying to collect her thoughts. She had no idea that Noah still felt this way about her and, she didn't know what to tell him. Of course there had always been a part of her that wanted to get back together with him, but after how much he hurt her, she just couldn't allow herself to go back there with him.

She let out a breath before she said, “I appreciate and accept your apology, Noah, but I just don't think that us getting back together is a great idea. It took us a long time to get to where we are right now and, I don't want to ruin that. I'm sorry.”

He scoffed at her, “We both know that's just an excuse, (Y/N). You and I spent so much time together this last week and today when we were pretending to be a couple, it didn't feel like we were just pretending. It felt real and natural like we were supposed to be together again. I felt it and I know you did too. We still have this undeniable chemistry between us, so don't just tell me that you can't be with me because you're scared to ruin the great relationship we already have. Screw that crap, (Y/N). The only way you could ruin this relationship is by not giving it a chance to become something even greater.”

“I'm sorry, Noah, but I just can't. I can't be with you no matter how much I want to.” (Y/N) felt tears forming in her eyes but managed to push them away. She looked down at her feet because she knew that if she looked at Noah again, she'd start crying.

“You just admitted that you want to be with me and yet there's still something that's holding you back. I don't get it, (Y/N). What is it that you are so afraid of?” He lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him.

(Y/N) tried to blink the tears away but they were already rolling down her cheeks as she locked eyes with Noah. He stared at her with a look that was a mixture of confusion and worry while waiting for her to respond.

“I'm afraid of you, okay? I'm afraid to be with you and fall in love with you and get my heart broken again. After my first boyfriend died, I didn't think I could ever be that broken again, but then you came along and broke my heart again.”

She paused to take another breath before she continued.  

“And the worst part about all of it was that, in spite of everything that happened between us, I still loved you. In fact, I don't think I ever stopped loving you. But it doesn't matter how I feel, because I know I can't ever be with you again. I'm too scared to put my heart through that again.”

Noah sighed, guilt written all over his face. “I'm so sorry for breaking your heart, (Y/N). I never meant to hurt you and I want you to know that. I was young and dumb and let the whole Hollywood thing get to my head. I thought I knew just what I wanted when I chose my job over our relationship, but the truth was I didn't know myself at all. Instead of appreciating what I had with you, I took you for granted and let you slip through my fingers and until this day it's my biggest regret. I know you're scared of getting hurt again, but I promise I'm not the same guy I was back then. I'm never going to take you for granted again and I'm gonna prove it to you once and for all if you give me another chance. I love you (Y/N) and I know you love me too.”

He took (Y/N)'s hands again, his eyes filled with hope. (Y/N) let out a heavy sigh before she said, “I  know how sorry you are and I forgive you, Noah, but I just can't give you the answer you want. You're an amazing father to Luna and we will always have a connection to each other because of that, but that doesn't mean we have to be together. Of course I love you and I probably always will, but I just can't allow myself to go there with you. Not after how much you hurt me. And I know you can't promise me that it won't ever happen again, right?”

“I know you built up this wall around your heart to protect yourself from getting hurt again, but the best part about being in love is the intensity of our feelings and emotions. The good kind of feelings where your whole body tingles when you look at the person you love such as the bad kind of feelings, where your heart feels like it's going to break. They're all part of this beautiful journey called love and make being in love so exciting and painful. And you shouldn't shut yourself off from feeling all those things just because you had your heart broken before.”

(Y/N) shook her head. She had enough and didn't want to hear any more of what Noah had to say.

“Please stop, Noah. I really appreciate how hard you're trying to win me back, but there's nothing you can say or do that's gonna change my mind about us, okay? So, please just let it go.” She got up from the couch and made her way over to the bedroom without looking back at him again. But Noah wasn't one to give up easily and quickly followed her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him to stop her from leaving. He then put both of his hands on each side of her face and crashed his lips against hers. After the initial shock wore off, (Y/N) easily fell into the kiss, her hands running through his curly brown hair. She felt tingly all over like she did the first time they'd ever kissed and was immediately taken back to a time where everything was simpler between them.

(Y/N) knew that kissing him like that was a bad idea, but she also couldn't deny how good it felt to be so close to him again. It suddenly felt like every fear and doubt she ever had about getting back with Noah just went away as they were kissing and, she really enjoyed feeling that way. Maybe Noah was right and, she just needed to allow herself to open her heart again. Maybe getting hurt and having your heart broken was just as much part of being in love as the good things were. Maybe there was a reason why it felt so good to be with him again and why she still loved him after all these years.

Maybe you and Noah are meant to be together after all. (Y/N) thought to herself as her heart was pounding in her chest.

When Noah slowly pulled away from her to catch his breath, (Y/N) whispered, “Wait, no. Don't stop kissing me, please.”

“I wasn't going to. I just needed to catch my breath for a minute.” He whispered before kissing her again, his hands running down her back until they rested on her hips. (Y/N) smiled as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his neck. Once both of them felt their lungs burn for oxygen, they pulled away from each other.

“I know I hurt you and I can't promise you that it won't happen again, but what I can promise you is that I will never let you go again because I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I always will.” Noah whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you too, Noah, which is probably the reason why I'm so scared of everything. I'm still scared that you're gonna break my heart, but most of all I'm scared of the way you make me feel.”

Noah put his hand on her chest, over her beating heart and said, “I'm gonna do my best to protect and care for your heart, if you let me.”

(Y/N) nodded slowly. “I don't want to be scared and guarded anymore. I wanna love and do this whole thing with you all over again. My heart... it's all yours, Noah Centineo.” She leaned in and kissed him again. Noah kissed her back and when they pulled apart again, he grinned at her.

“So I guess there's no more pretending tomorrow, huh?”

(Y/N) shook her head, laughing a little. “No, I'm done pretending. No more lies. No more hiding behind my fears. Let's give this relationship another shot and go all in.”

Noah looked at her in a way (Y/N) couldn't describe, but she knew he had never looked at anyone else like this. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her. Noah did the same and held her close to him, knowing that this time he wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

“Luna is gonna be so happy when she finds out that we're back together again.” He whispered as he pulled away to gaze into her eyes.

(Y/N) smiled and said, “She's not the only one who's gonna be happy, because I am too. I'm so happy.”

The end.

[artificialqueens]

Your Sugar in my Veins (Branjie) - writworm42

A/N: This fic was maybe kind of absolutely definitely inspired by Brooke’s “whatever you say, daddy” photo the other day. Title from Dopamine by Borns.

Thank you thank you holtzmanns for being an amazing beta and for making me laugh so hard while I was writing this that my older brother thought I was In Distress. Your influence is terrible and I wouldn’t have it any other way <3

The sight of Vanessa almost knocks the breath out of Brooke before she’s even stepped through the door.

“Been waitin’ for you, mommy.” Vanessa flashes Brooke a scarlet-painted grin, and Brooke can feel her mouth going dry. Vanessa is an absolute vision in red lace, her small body framed in a sheer baby-doll top and matching fishnets. They’re attached by suspenders to a lacy pair of boyshorts that provide an almost comical air of modesty against every other bit of filth that Vanessa is exuding and making Brooke feel.

“Yeah?” Brooke takes in a breath to compose herself, walking over to Vanessa and licking her lips. “And why’s that?”

“You know why.” Vanessa smirks, and Brooke feels a jolt of need between her legs. But she can’t act on it - not yet, despite all of the ideas suddenly running through her head.

No, that would be too easy.

“Did you put these on just for me?” She reaches and ghosts her fingertips down Vanessa’s body, watching with satisfaction as goosebumps rise on her skin. Vanessa nods, squirming under her touch. Brooke loves the effect that she has on her with little more than a brush of her fingers.

“Wanted to surprise you, mommy.” Vanessa looks up at her with hooded eyes. Brooke sees the way that she grips the couch in order to keep her hands still, from reaching out and touching her.

“Mm, such a good girl.” Brooke’s gaze drops to the lacy trim of Vanessa’s top, and she can’t resist bringing hand up to Vanessa’s nipple. She savours the surprised squeak she elicits when she pinches down instead of stroking. “Are you gonna keep being a good girl for me tonight?”

Upon Vanessa’s nod, Brooke scoops her up and carries her towards the bedroom, shifting her hands just enough that she’s able to latch onto the younger woman’s ass. Maybe not the most comfortable position for either of them, but Brooke can’t resist. From the way Vanessa is almost purring into her ear, it doesn’t seem like she minds, either.

Brooke drops Vanessa onto the bed and watches as she positions herself against the head of the bed, legs open just enough for Brooke to imagine making herself comfortable in between them. But once again, she forces herself to hold back.

Not yet.

Vanessa has more fight in her, Brooke knows it, and she wants to see it.

It’s much more fun that way, after all.

“Alright, use your words, kitten, tell mommy what you want me to do to you.” Brooke kneels in front of Vanessa on the bed, and trails her fingers up Vanessa’s legs. She smiles when her hips buck a little in response.

“Take off my shit, please…” Vanessa grunts, her squirming only becoming more intense as Brooke brings her hands up to toy with the top of Vanessa’s stockings, humming with amusement and excitement.

“Ask me nicely.” she lets her fingers freeze suddenly, staring Vanessa down with a smirk. The way Vanessa’s face goes from aroused, to shocked, to impatient sends a shiver down Brooke’s spine. She has no idea how Vanessa will react, and the suspense is almost enough to make her cave right then and there.

Thankfully, Vanessa caves first, heaving herself up to meet Brooke’s hands, her own fingers beginning to tug down at her stockings.

Brooke has her pinned down in a heartbeat.

“I said, ask nicely.” Brooke husks into Vanessa’s ear, barely able to keep breathing when she hears the hitch in Vanessa’s own breath, the raspy moan that escapes her mouth.

“Please, mommy, strip me, please take my clothes off, please, wanna feel you on my skin…”

“That’s more like it.” Brooke relaxes her grip on Vanessa’s wrists just enough to feel the smaller woman wriggle when she leans down and kisses a slow, wet trail up her neck.

“Aww, are you getting impatient, baby?” Brooke giggles into Vanessa’s skin, her excitement growing as Vanessa’s squirming intensifies at the sensation. Truth be told, she’s getting restless herself, but she forces herself to hold back, the growing want between her legs placated by the thought of what she has planned next.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” Brooke begins to kiss her way down Vanessa’s body, letting go of her wrists and allowing the younger woman to knot her fist in her hair. The feeling of Vanessa pulling at her hair spurs Brooke on, getting lower and lower, more and more motivated, until finally, she brings herself to a stop just shy of Vanessa’s clit.

“You know, princess, all this time I’ve been focusing on you, but don’t I deserve some fun, too?” she cringed inwardly at the loss of sensation as Vanessa’s hands slid out of her hair, though the disappointment was alleviated by the way Vanessa gave an unholy moan.

“Mommy, please…”

But Vanessa didn’t have the chance to finish her plea before Brooke had sprung up and clamped a hand over her mouth.

“You want mommy to play with you, you earn it, you understand?”

Vanessa nods and licks the inside of Brooke’s palm slowly, smiling against her hand when Brooke gasps at the sensation. The fucking tease. Brooke is fully aware of how to get her back, though, and before a second passes, she’s got her hand knotted in Vanessa’s hair and is jerking her forward, pulling her between her legs.

“Show me how badly you want to please me, baby.”

Vanessa doesn’t need to be told twice this time; she grabs eagerly at Brooke’s underwear, tears it off of her and has her mouth on Brooke’s cunt in record time. Brooke’s eyes roll back and her body tenses suddenly as Vanessa goes right for her clit, lapping at it without mercy before kissing down below it, licking her way back up and sucking rhythmically. She hums with pleasure when Brooke throws her head back and moans, grabs her by the back of the head and pushes her face in deeper.

“Like that, baby, oh fuck, yeah, just… Fuck.” Brooke can hardly think against the current of pleasure coursing through her body, every inch of her on fire as Vanessa speeds up, sucking harder and more precisely.

Brooke’s orgasm is explosive, her entire body going almost numb as it crashes over her. Vanessa continues to lap at her clit while she comes, only letting up when Brooke collapses onto her back, desperately panting for air.

“Did I do good, mommy?” Vanessa crawls into the crook of Brooke’s arm, looking at her with puppy eyes as Brooke catches her breath.

“Yes, baby,” Brooke laughs, panting, “You were great.”

They spend a few more minutes tangled together, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the depth of each other’s breaths, before Brooke starts to feel impatient again. She hasn’t forgotten her promise to Vanessa, and the thought of Vanessa squirming and screaming underneath her is doing her no favours on that front. And from the way Vanessa’s started to wriggle next to her, she can tell that the younger girl is feeling the same way.

Well.

Who is she to deny her baby that pleasure?

She lets Vanessa grind on her a little more, working herself up until Brooke can’t ignore it any more. Scooping Vanessa up quickly, she uses her position as leverage to throw the smaller woman onto her back, crawling up to kneel over her.

“Now, why don’t we take these off, baby girl? No, don���t move–I want to undress you myself.” Brooke starts undoing every clasp and button on Vanessa’s lingerie, building suspense and watching with satisfaction as Vanessa blushes while Brooke peels off the clothing slowly.

“Goodness, these are soaked. Is that all for me, kitten?” Brooke finally gets to Vanessa’s underwear, realizing with a jolt that she doesn’t even need to trace along Vanessa’s slit to feel how damp they’ve gotten. It’s a compliment that fills her with pride, spurring her on to hook her fingers around the lace-trimmed waistband and easing them down.

“Oh, fuck, thank you, mommy.” Vanessa pants as Brooke plants two fingers between her folds, gently and slowly teasing the shorter woman’s clit.

“You’re welcome, angel. But surely this isn’t all you want?” Brooke raises an eyebrow, unable to stifle a giggle when Vanessa only whines in response. “Use your words, sweetheart. How do you want mommy to fuck you?”

She brings her ministrations to a halt when Vanessa doesn’t obey–probably can’t, Brooke realizes with a smug flash of satisfaction–and waits for the reply, teasingly tapping down on Vanessa’s clit to keep her just slightly on the edge.

“Please, mommy… Your strap, need your strap.” Vanessa finally whines. Brooke’s mouth curls into a smile, and she nods, rewarding Vanessa by starting to circle her clit again, slowly and teasingly.

“Of course, baby. Anything you want.”

The gasp that escapes Vanessa’s lips when she pulls away to grab her harness is enough to make her head spin with excitement. The look on Vanessa’s face while Brooke gets the strap-on ready is too good to resist; she slows herself down, runs her tongue across her teeth and her hand along the dildo’s shaft while looking straight into Vanessa’s eyes.

“Aww, are we shy?” Brooke coos when Vanessa looks away and blushes, chewing her bottom lip as if to try and stop herself from whining.

But Brooke has never liked a quiet sub, and she certainly isn’t about to let Vanessa get into the habit of keeping the sounds of her pleasure to herself.

“Let mommy hear you moan for me, sweetheart. Show me why you deserve my dick.”

The noise she gets out of Vanessa, mixed with a string of almost intelligible pleas for mercy, are well worth the wait Brooke’s put the both of them through.

“Alright, give me one second to grab some lube, baby.” Brooke laughs, striding over to the bedside table to grab their bottle of lube. She spreads it evenly along the toy while Vanessa watches, her hips grinding against the air with anticipation. It’s sweet, somehow, how badly Vanessa wants this. Wants Brooke. It makes Brooke feel more confident than she’s felt in a while, and the break from everything else in the world is like a breath of fresh air.

Finally, she’s ready to go, and settles herself between Vanessa’s already eagerly-spread legs. She inhales slowly, steadying her mind back into dom-space before bringing her hands down to Vanessa’s wrists again, pinning her in place for good measure.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Brooke purrs, and Vanessa sighs heavily, her breath shaky with need.

“Yes, mommy, I am.”

“Good girl.” Brooke eases herself into Vanessa and begins to thrust experimentally, watching Vanessa’s face for cues before establishing a rhythm. She savours every moan of the woman underneath her, every little oh inspiring her to go a little harder, a little deeper, anything to replicate the sound. Soon enough, she’s going fast enough that even she can barely keep up, her own pants mixing with Vanessa’s and rising above the sticky sounds of skin on skin.

“I love hearing what a messy little angel you are.” Brooke teases, eliciting an ungodly moan from Vanessa. “Are you getting close, princess?”

Vanessa’s powerless to do anything but nod. Brooke considers being mean for a moment, considers making Vanessa fight to beg until she’s hoarse, but from the way her eyes are squeezed shut and her knuckles blanch from her tight grip on the sheets below her, Brooke can tell she’s going to lose control any second.

She’s been good enough to deserve it, Brooke decides.

“Come for me, baby.”

Vanessa’s screams are hardly dampened by Brooke’s mouth on hers, kissing he through her orgasm until her body shakes. Brooke waits for the trembling to cease and for Vanessa to relax before pulling out, undoing the harness to collapse next to her girlfriend and pull her close again.

“Thank you so much, mommy.” Vanessa breathes out a sated sigh, and Brooke smiles warmly.

“Any time, kitten. Any time.”

[vexed-n-hexed]

If Stiles were the slayer, and Derek the guilty & good werewolf

“There must have been a mistake. I’m sorry, I was expecting a Ms. Stilinski,” Deaton says, pushing up his reading glasses as he grips the mammoth of a leather-bound text, the word “VAMPYR” ominously etched in red on the front. He moves to put it away. 

Stiles’s eyes are just about bugging out of his head as he watches the new school librarian lugg the book with effort.

“Hey – no, don’t put that away. There is no Ms. Stilinski, there’s just me – Stiles Stilinski. And I really need to know what the hell that book is doing here and what you have to say about it.” Stiles reaches forward and grabs the book, dragging it back to the space on the counter between them. Deaton just cocks his head. 

“Mister Stilin–”

“Stiles,”

“Stiles,” Deaton corrects. “I’m sorry but this is just an old mythology book. A colleague of mine was sending a student to borrow it and I must have confused their name with yours. I’m sorry, but it seems it was all a misunderstanding.” Deaton smiles before putting the book under the counter. “Now, did you need textbooks for your classes?”

***

Stiles thought things were going to be normal once he moved here. When his dad chose to move them to Beacon Hills. It was supposed to be a fresh start for both of them. His dad got to be a wholesome leader of a wholesome county as Sheriff, rather than just another cog in the machine when he was an officer in Los Angeles. Stiles was supposed to gain some sort of peace from being away from the negative influences of the big city. No more getting into trouble. No more burning down high school gyms...

To be fair, negative influences just have a way of finding Stiles, not the other way around. But that’s kind of a hard thing to argue to your parent, less so a police officer.

Main point is, Beacon Hills was not supposed to be this… weird. 

Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

***

Stiles bursts out of the school library furious. He’s ready for someone to explain what the fuck is happening to him and he’s pissed that the idiot librarian won’t do so – even when it’s clear they were talking about the same damn thing. 

History. He has to get to class, like now, or he’s going to be late. He’s really trying to be a model student this time around. This is his chance at a fresh start, a chance not to disappoint his dad.

Still fuming, and fumbling through his backpack for his class schedule, Stiles does not see the person he crashes into.

Of course, everything tumbles out of his bag. His notebooks, pens, his phone, the pointy branch he stashed just in case he encounters another vamp - which he knows he will. Cursing, Stiles gets down to pick up his stuff only to bonk heads with whoever he bumped into.

“Ow!” the other person says, and Stiles finally looks at them. It’s a boy with a crooked jaw, dark, shaggy hair and soft eyes. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” he mumbles, frowning. The other boy rubs his forehead but smiles. 

“No, it’s cool. I’m sorry for knocking all your stuff out.” he says.

Stiles looks down, cringing, and quickly starts shoving things back in his bag. At least he spots his schedule, which he swipes up. Not before the other kid gets a look.

“Oh man, you’ve got Harris for chem. I feel for you, that guy’s an asshole.” Stiles stands up with his backpack, and looks at the other guy who follows suit. 

“Oh,”

“You’re the new kid, right? The omega?” the guys asks, and Stiles cringes.

“Did the school put out a newsletter?” It seems to make the guy realise what he’s said, and he gives an apologetic shrug.

“We don’t usually get new kids here, so everyone’s talking about it. I’m Scott, by the way!” he thrusts his hand out for a shake and Stiles takes it after a moment. “Harris sucks, but my buddy Isaac took chem with him last year and he can give you tips, if you need them.”

Stiles is about to brush it off, but he might actually need help. He’s trying to take school seriously right now. “Actually, that’s… thanks. I’m Stiles.”

Scott gives him a winning smile, and then the bell rings.

“Shit, I got to get to class.” Stiles rushes past him, backpack and schedule gripped hard in his arms. It isn’t until he’s around the corner that Scott looks down and sees the lone, pointy branch left on the ground.

“Oh, he forgot his… stake?”

***

Stiles makes it to History on time, thankfully. It’s still early in the school year so he’s able to absorb what they’re learning pretty easily without feeling lost. It’s only when the teacher asks them to bring out their textbooks that he blanks. 

He looks around, sees the other students pulling out large, brown books. He doesn’t even have one that he could pretend to use.

When he looks to his left though, he makes eye contact with a girl with bright, red hair and ruby lips.

“Here, we can share mine,” she says before laying down her textbook over both their desks.

When the lecture part of the class turns over to in class work, the girl introduces herself.

“I’m Lydia Martin. You’re the new student who just moved from L.A., right?” 

“Yeah, I’m Stiles. Thanks for sharing. I guess I’m not really prepared for my first day.” 

“Of course. How are you liking Beacon Hills?”

Stiles twirls his pencil. “It’s fine. Looks good from outside my window, but that’s about all I’ve seen of it.” Literally. Stiles still has a few boxes to unpack.

“Well it’s not L.A., but there are a few cool spots to hang. My friends and I are going to the Bronze tonight, if you want to check it out.”

“What’s the Bronze?”

“It’s the closest thing Beacon Hills has to a club. It’s all ages, but it’s still pretty cool.”

Stiles nods. That’s nice, maybe he should go. Lydia seems like she’d be a good, safe friend.

The bell rings the next moment, signaling the end of class, and they both pack up their things.

“What class do you have next?” Lydia asks, seeing Stiles looking at his schedule.

“Um, chemistry.” he says, showing the paper to Lydia as they exit the history classroom. He watches her frown a bit, then shrug. 

“That’s just down the hall on the right,” she says, pointing toward the chem room. “Just keep your head down in his class and you should be alright. Looks like we have gym together after lunch, so I’ll see you then!”

“Thanks, Lydia.”

“Of course.”

They part ways and Stiles makes for the class he’s been warned about twice.

***

Stiles is thanking the gods and all that is holy as he books it out of chem class. Harris is a dick. He somehow knew all about Stiles’ previous delinquent record and zeroed in on him the minute he walked into class. And Stiles really did try to keep his head down and fly under the radar, like Lydia had suggested. But this dude.

A fucking dick.

Stiles makes his way outside to the lunch courtyard, sac lunch in hand. He can feel the tension leaving him with each step.

“Hey, Stiles!” 

Stiles turns on his heel and sees Scott sitting with a meek-looking, curly-haired kid, waving his hand animatedly over at Stiles. 

“Oh, hey,” Stiles calls back, making his way over. “What’s up?”

“Your classes go good?” Scott asks, smiling wide and genuine. Stiles can’t help smiling back. He sits down with them, taking an empty seat on one of the benches.

“Uh, yeah! History was chill, I think I made a friend. You were right though, chem with Harris was miserable.” Stiles says as he sets his lunch on his lap and rummages through it to start eating.

Scott nods, then points to the kid sitting next to him. “This is Isaac, by the way. He’s also an omega.”

Isaac shoots Scott an annoyed glare before smiling at Stiles. “Nice to meet you. I can help you study for Harris’ class, if you want?”

Stiles nods quickly. “That would be great, actually. I think he had it out for me before he actually met me, so, yeah - any help passing would be amazing.”

Isaac matches his nod, his smile pleased. With a mouth full of sandwich, Scott tips his chin forward. “Who’d you meet in history?” he asks.

Stiles thinks. “Um, Lydia? Red hair, dressed nice. She invited me to ‘The Bronze,’ do you guys know it?” He shrugs, but Scott and Isaac freeze. 

“Oh shit, that’s Lydia Martin. She’s like way popular, dude.” Scott says. Him and Isaac share a look, only for Isaac to look back at Stiles anxiously. 

“If you want to be friends with her, maybe you shouldn’t be seen sitting with us.” Isaac urges meekly. Stiles only frowns.

“What? Why?” he asks. Isaac shrugs.

“Association is very important at Beacon Hills High, and…” Isaac starts, but pauses, head ducking. Scott cuts in with another full mouth of food.

“We’re sort of the bottom of the totem pole. Aligning yourself with us can strike out any of your chances at popularity.”

Stiles blinks at them before shaking his head and grinning. “Not to gaslight or anything, but I don’t think it’s really that big of a deal. I mean, it’s 2019, right?”

Isaac and Scott share another look, Scott shrugging. “We warned you.”

Not a minute later, Lydia approaches their group, only glancing at the others before addressing Stiles. “Are these two bothering you?” she asks.

Stiles frowns, ham sandwich bite tucked into his cheek. “Uh, no?” 

Lydia smiles tightly. “I see. Well, I came over to tell you that we won’t be having gym today on account of the very dead body found in the locker rooms.”

“Dead?” Stiles repeats, focus caught all of a sudden. His posture stiffens, he swallows his bite whole. “How dead? Were there any holes on the neck?”

Lydia grimaces. “Ew. Morbid much? I didn’t stick around for details. Anyway, I guess I’ll see you at The Bronze tonight.” Lydia pauses to take in the other two boys. “And be careful who you hang around, Stiles. Social circles are very tightly knit at Beacon Hills High.”

Stiles only furrows his brow, disappointed. “Thanks, but I think I can fend for myself. Social circles can go fuck themselves.”

Lydia assesses him, her eyes flitting up and down. “Suit yourself.” she says, lips pursed, before turning on her heel and walking off.

There’s a long beat of silence in her absence, and when Stiles looks to the other two, they both seem a bit baffled. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hang out with us.” Isaac assures quickly. Stiles shakes his head.

“Yeah, but I think I want to.” he insists, smiling. “So, The Bronze tonight?”

_____

Stiles huffs as he walks his way to the all ages club. His dad had made a big fuss about him going out tonight, with all the trouble he got into back in LA. He had to explain to his father three times that nothing bad could happen at an underage club. Surely. They didn’t even serve alcohol!

Isaac and Scott had agreed to come as well, Scott positively buzzing with excitement at the idea. Isaac had been a bit hesitant at the lost studying time, but he agreed to attend. 

They were meeting there; Stiles was following his phone’s maps to the club, which was in a warehouse on the edge of the industrial part of town. He frowned as he took in the path his phone was taking him. It thought a shortcut through an old shipping alleyway was a better way to get there. Stiles subconsciously touched the stake tucking into his jacket inside his pocket. Hopefully, he would arrive with no issues… but he kept hearing footsteps behind him.

Whenever he glanced behind, though, there was nothing. 

Not to let himself get spooked, he kept walking like nothing was wrong and determined to arrive without issue. Of course, luck is never on his side, because someone was definitely following him.

He kept alert, and as he neared closer to the club, he knew he had to handle it. The moment the path allowed it, he hid in wait for whoever was following. Probably some dumb knothead he needed to rough around. True calling or not, his vampire-killing superstrength was the best part of this deal. Teenage alphas knotheads were the least of his worries now, unfortunately.

He listened to the footsteps, quiet as they were - making Stiles question whether this was a bumbling alpha or not - until they slowed near his position. He could feel their presence, his supernatural senses pinging his instincts. Did they know he was right there? Were they walking right into this?

Stiles listened to his senses, and when the person was close enough, he emerged from his place in the shadows, foot swinging. His kick landed, a solid thud, and they began to spar. Despite all his heightened abilities since the slayage began in LA, Stiles still couldn’t see in low lighting, so he couldn’t determine who– or what– his assailant was, but he did his best to incapacitate him. 

He threw kicks and punches, each move swiftly blocked and averted. He fought the individual back, but nothing was retaliated. In the back of his mind, he was confused, but he kept at it. Only when he finally got the upper hand, knocking the guy down to his back on the alley floor, that he hesitated. Because the guy was… chuckling. His green-blue eyes sparkled with mirth, and while he appeared a bit winded from the skirmish, he lay vulnerable with his hands out beneath Stiles.

Knowing better than to let his guard down, Stiles procured his stake from his jacket and poised it above the man’s heart in a threat. Before he can follow up with a verbal threat, the man beneath him speaks.

“If you’re hoping to dust me with that, it won’t work, sweetheart.”

[makeste]

Oh right, I forgot to ask now that you finished the Yakuza/Overhaul arc but on a scale from Endeavor to All For One, where does Overhaul fit on the bad dad scale?

somehow this very simple ask which could have been answered in like three sentences turned into my definitive ranking of the top ten Known Dads in BnHA. I’m not sure how either. but here we go

(spoilers in this post up to chapter 165!)

10. Overhaul

dad score - [unknown] [the scale broke when we tried to measure him]

is asked to care for his boss’s granddaughter; proceeds to torture her for profit

constantly tells her that she’s cursed and all the bad things that he does are somehow her fault

doesn’t even bother to give this kid some fucking shoes

keeps killing her babysitters

I know I already said it, but it really can’t be stressed enough, this guy routinely disassembled her limbs on a molecular level, causing her excruciating pain and trauma, for the sake of trying to make himself the new drug-dealing kingpin of the underworld. he is sooo bad you guys

9. All for One

dad score - 11/100

is super creepy and manipulative and purposely brainwashed Tomura into hating All Might through a series of meticulously calculated encounters

decided the best way to help Tomura reach his full potential would be to step out of his life and get himself arrested

hasn’t even seen his other son, Izuku, since he was a baby! what a fucking deadbeat smdh

but on the other hand, he does seem supportive and indulgent towards Tomura and gives him lots of praise and encouragement

8. Endeavor

dad score - 39/100

abused his kid

abused his kid’s mom, in front of his kid

you wouldn’t even know it, but he actually has other kids, whom he never seems to acknowledge or pay even the slightest attention to whatsoever!

only had kids in the first place so he could raise his kids to beat All Might. has no problem telling this to said kids and even to All Might’s own face

having said that, the only reason his score isn’t in the negatives is because as of chapter 165, it seems like maybe? possibly? he just might be trying for the first time ever. or like. trying to try. if you can count showing up to Shouto’s supplemental course to shout “SHOOOOOOOOOOUUUUTOOOOOOOOO” at him from the stands as trying. but like, I feel like he is attempting to be encouraging. it doesn’t mean he’s not still a piece of shit, but if the guy is trying to be better then, like, it’s better than him not trying, you know?

but he’s still terrible

7. Kurogiri

dad score - 60/100

Tomura’s Actual Dad

is calm, rational, polite, and a respected doctor of medicine (probably) (idk you guys I just still get that vibe)

took Tomura and all the other kids on a character-building trip to Villain Island in an omake from chapter 149 which I consider to be canon

there’s nothing more dadlike than taking your kids camping and trying to teach them how to survive in the wilderness

taught Tomura how to get along with others

always seems to have his back, which is real important you guys

6. Gran Torino

dad score - 70/100

not the best score but a C is still respectable. mostly it’s just cuz he was out of the picture for so long. although we’ve since found out that Toshinori by his own admission had a habit of pushing away people who cared about him, so that may have had something to do with it

cares a lot about Toshinori even though he’s shit at showing it

made him into a man by beating the shit out of him until he got super strong

was right there in the thick of things with Toshinori during both of his fights against All for One. he straight up risked his life to back him up against the strongest villain alive

took it in stride when he found out he had a grandson that he’d never met, and took him under his wing as well and raised him for like three whole days and taught him how to use a microwave

5. Ochako’s Dad

dad score - 80/100

I probably should have given him a higher score, honestly. he seems really sweet. he’s probably a better dad than Bakugou’s Dad tbh, but Bakudad gets the edge just for the much steeper difficulty level. because let’s be honest, there’s a biiiig difference between raising a sweet baby angel like young Ochako, and raising a sentient roman candle with a potty mouth

but he works so hard to make ends meet, and somehow he and his wife managed to scrimp and save enough to send Ochako to U.A. because they wanted her to follow her dreams and they want the best for her

and they’ve always been so supportive of her on like the three occasions we’ve seen them in flashbacks or talking to her over the phone or visiting her after the sports festival

look at this thumbs up though

tell me that’s not the most dad thing you’ve ever seen in your fucking life

4. Bakugou’s Dad

dad score - 82/100

has like two lines in the entire series, but

as previously mentioned, raised Bakugou Katsuki and somehow survived to tell the tale. so honestly he probably deserves some kind of medal

also, since we know virtually nothing about him other than what was in the omake profile from volume 11, I’ve been imagining him as being kind of like Calvin’s Dad from Calvin and Hobbes

so he gets bonus points for that positive association

really there’s no reason for him to be this high up tbh except that I firmly believe he’s a great dad and I’m just waiting for canon to prove me right. I’ll be right here waiting, manga

3. RockLockRock

dad score - 90/100

he’s awesome

also, look. being a hero is inherently dangerous. you never know where you’re going to get called to next, and any mission could end up being your last. injuries and trauma go hand-in-hand with the job. most of the hero characters we’ve seen don’t have families, and I have to assume that’s not a coincidence. so to me, all of this means that if a hero character actually does go through with starting a family, it means they wanted that family more than anything, and you can bet they freaking love the shit out of said family. I have no doubt that RLR is and will continue to be an amazing dad

plus his kid is just too damn cute

2. Aizawa

dad score - 95/100

first of all, if this was a ranking of Hottest BnHA Dads, you better believe he’d be at the very top and it would be no contest

he has 20 kids and somehow he’s able to handle each and every one of them

risked his life to save the kids barely two weeks into the school year with no hesitation, even though he nearly died

did the same thing again barely two months later. this time thankfully without the nearly dying

has the total respect and trust of each and every kid in his class. and considering the personalities of some of them, that’s no small feat

specifically, it says a lot that even Bakugou doesn’t give him any lip and always listens to him without complaint and is even polite

speaking of Bakugou, he defended him to that Jerk Reporter during the Hideout Raid arc and proved that he understands his students better than anyone

isn’t afraid to deal out strict discipline when the situation calls for it, but it’s always for the students’ own good

isn’t above trolling the shit out of his kids on occasion when he feels like it

is good with kids of all ages and not just teenagers, as evidenced by how good he also was with Kouta during the forest invasion arc

lastly, as we saw in chapter 136, he has an untold repertoire of secret dad moves just waiting to be unleashed, such as (a) crouching down to a seated Deku’s eye level, and (b) gently punching him in the chest while affectionately calling him by a nickname. who knows what other moves this man has in reserve. I for one can’t wait to see more

1. All Might

dad score - 96/100

indisputable best dad. A+. although even he didn’t get a perfect score, because nobody is perfect and there’s always room for improvement

always knows exactly what to say. despite constantly seeming to stress about it. probably he only stresses because he cares so much and he’s worried about doing things exactly right

loving father to the two most difficult children in the whole series, Midoriya “which bones did you break this time” Izuku, and Bakugou “like I said, anyone who even attempts to parent this child automatically deserves a medal” Katsuki

this man literally got down on his hands and knees and begged Deku’s mom to let him try to be the Best Dad Ever to her child. he loves him so fucking much

gives THE best dad hugs

I need more All Might hugs

honorable mentions: 

Nighteye (I forgot about him until after I had already made the list and was too lazy to go back and insert him in his rightful place at number 3. 92/100. loses points for FUCKING DYING AND MAKING ME CRY)

Fat Gum (same deal as Nighteye in that I forgot about him. 75/100. he’s loving and jolly and gives out free candy, but he let Kirishima get all beat up. BE MORE CAREFUL NEXT TIME)

Vlad King (haven’t seen his dad skills in action much, but according to his profile he’s nicer to his kids than Aizawa is. okay but DID HE NEARLY MAKE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR THEM though. because Aizawa did. 85/100)

Present Mic (not a dad. is at best a Weird Uncle. 70/100)

Jirou’s Dad (I forgot about him too lol. he’s a wacky dad who likes to rock and roll! he tried to be a Stern Dad to impress All Might and Aizawa but failed miserably. took his wife’s last name!! so secure in his own masculinity. wants his daughter to live her best life and follow her passions. 93/100. he’s fucking great)

[awkward-radar-tech]

An Awkward Tech: Part 8

Summary: It is the trip you’ve been dreading since you began dating Matt, going home to meet your family. You were able to escape visiting for the holidays, but now that the new year has begun your family is growing impatient to meet your boyfriend of over a year. Will you be able to make it through the weekend without the usual drama? Only time will tell.

A/N: I’m back, y’all!!! There is angst in this chapter as requested long ago, but plenty of fluff to counteract it. And unless comments raise a need for another part, there are only 2 left, and there will be a large time jump between the end of this chapter and the start of the next. Warnings: angry political outburst, visiting a cemetery and passed loved ones

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 9 – Part 10

You and Matt made it through all the holidays without drawing question to your promise rings, or everybody noticed them but didn’t say anything about them. Either way, you were thankful nobody mentioned them. You were also thankful that you were able to escape the awkwardness of going home for the holidays this year, spending them all with the Organa-Solo clan. But you knew you couldn’t get off the hook that easy, and before you knew it your dad was calling you asking when you would be visiting home, and when they would finally get to meet the boyfriend. You told him that you had to talk with Matt first but you would find a weekend soon to come out and visit. That was a satisfactory answer so the conversation didn’t last much longer. You let out a sigh of relief when you hung up, thankful you were off the phone. Since you didn’t really want to go home, you put off telling Matt about it for a few days. But then one night your brain wouldn’t shut off, pestering you about the eminent trip home, and you could only think of one thing to fix it.

1:13 am: Hey, Matt, you still up?

1:16 am: I was asleep, but the vibration from your text woke me. What’s up, sweetheart?

1:17 am: can you come take me to the garden?

1:23 am: sure thing, I’m leaving now. I’ll text when I’m at your door so the knocking doesn’t wake ally

1:24 am: thank you Matty, see you soon

1:45 am: im here

You were on the couch, ready to leave, when Matt text. You opened the door, and walked out, locking it behind you, unable to say a word to Matt in your anxiety. He didn’t press, and just walked by your side in silence, opening doors for you like always. There were no words spoken until Matt had the tent set up with the sleeping bags inside.

He looked at you with care and worry, “Princess, every thing is set up, please come lay down. You can cling to me instead of your pillow if you’d like, too.”

Your voice was soft, but in the silence of the night it seemed too loud, “Okay, thank you.”

When you began to walk, Matt moved into the tent and sat down on his opened sleeping bag. You plopped down next to him and wrapped your arms around him, your pillow tossed to where his head laid when you pulled him down backwards. He reached his hand over to pull your sleeping bag over you before carding his fingers through your hair. 

“Angel, do you mind telling me why we are here? If and when you’re ready.”

You nodded you head to let him know you wanted to tell him, but waited a bit longer before you spoke. 

When at last you felt ready, you spoke in your usual volume but with a softer edge, “My dad called the other day asking when I would come home next, and when they all would get to meet you. I told him I’d talk to you and find a weekend, but I didn’t tell you because I don’t want to go. I keep thinking the worst is going to happen even though it will probably be fine. It is just that your family never questioned once my ability in my field of study, never said I couldn’t do it, and they are all so nice and have a strong bond. And my family is almost the opposite, and I don’t think I can get through it any more because I know what an amazing family looks like. Tonight I haven’t been able to shut off my brain from all those thoughts, and anxiety overtook me. Then I remembered that you said on our first date that you would bring me here if I needed it, so I text you.”

Matt squeezed you tight, “Oh, sweetheart, my darling princess. Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you, so they shouldn’t be too bad, want to impress me, right? You choose the weekend, I’m open whenever, just let me know.”

You were afraid of the tears about to spill and how it would affect your voice, so you went back to nodding. 

Matt moved to kiss your head, “I love you, Angel.”

You grabbed and squeezed his hand twice, the number of syllables in “Je t'aime”, and he squeezed back. 

You didn’t remember how long you stayed up enjoying the safety and comfort your boyfriend emanated, or when you fell asleep, once you woke up. The only thing you do know is that the sun is up and your phone is ringing from being called. You searched for it, rousing Matt in the process, and found it just as it stopped ringing. 

It was Ally. Many texts and 2 missed calls in the past 10 minutes. You forgot to leave her a note. You text her immediately ensuring you are okay, that you are with Matt at his garden, and that you asked him to take you because of anxiety. She responded with many middle finger emojis and a very typical comment, “dont scare me like that ever again, boo. I was worried sick. And fuck you for putting me through that.” You sent her hearts in return.

You were startled by a large hand being placed on your shoulder, “Sorry, princess, didn’t mean to make you jump. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah, it was just Ally. I forgot to let her know I was leaving so she thought I was kidnapped or something.”

“Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah. And I’ve known what weekend I want to go out to see them since I hung up with my dad. I’m going to text him right now.”

Matt sat in silence as you text your dad, rubbing your back so you remembered he was there for you. Neither of you spoke until your phone vibrated from an incoming text.

You looked and sighed, “We are all set for next weekend. And he says we will be going out to dinner on the Saturday.”

Matt pulled you into a hug, “It will be just fine, sweetheart. Do you want to go get breakfast at the diner?”

“Yeah, let me go change.”

You did your best to just let go of your worries and enjoy the atmosphere of the diner and let it raise your spirits. And thankfully it did, by the time you were finished and leaving you were back to your normal smiling and playful self. Matt was relieved, thankful he got in the habit of turning his volume on when going to sleep just in case you needed him during the night, and thankful he was able to help you get back to normal.

You spent the following weekend savoring being away from your family, at Matt’s house, helping him pack for your trip. You felt it was only fair that you helped him choose what to wear to meet your family when he did the same for you. When Matt couldn’t decide between two different shirts, you decided to model each for him by putting them on over your own clothes. That made him laugh so much that he still couldn’t decide so you just packed both. 

The rest of the week went by smoothly, and before you knew it, you were pulling up at Matt’s house in your car on Friday morning. Matt was out of his house before you could even close your car door, so you just opened the trunk for him and waited. 

He greeted you with a hug and a kiss after he tossed his bag in the back, “Good morning my princess. Are you ready?”

You returned the hug and kiss and gave him a tight lipped smile, “Good morning my prince. I’m ready as I’ll ever be. At least it is three hours away from now.”

Matt just held you tight for a moment, trying to reassure you that everything was going to be okay even though he didn’t know for sure. Then he closed the trunk and guided you to the front of the car so you could begin your journey. There were minimal cars on the road at this time, most people at work or school, so the trip was easy and you powered through until about an hour away from your house when you stopped for lunch.

As you pulled into the parking lot of the diner you spoke, “This used to be my favorite place to eat growing up and before we moved. We used to live a few minutes away, but when I moved away for college, they moved to a new house. It is weird going home now, because that never was my home, even though I have a room in it. Anyways, this is just your classic mom and pop American diner. They have the best onion rings, and they are made fresh.”

You spent an hour eating and talking, and surprisingly the staff still recognised you after a year and a half. When you left, Matt was confused when you turned onto the street in the opposite direction of the freeway, but he wasn’t going to question what you were doing. He knew where ever you were going was a place you needed to go, and wasn’t going to stop you. Before he knew it, you were parked in front of a nice little house with a tree in the front yard, but you didn’t move to get out.

“This was my home growing up. This is the place some of my best and worst memories were made. This is the place I would picture before I met you when somebody said to think of home. I don’t know who owns it now, but they haven’t done much to the outside in two years.”

Matt didn’t know what to say, so he just took your hand and gave it a kiss, then it was back to driving. Once on the freeway again, Matt zoned out on the passing towns, just focused on you and singing along to the playlist, but when you pulled back off the freeway, he was almost positive it hadn’t been long enough. And he was right, there were no houses along this road, but to one side there was the beautiful green of nice, well-kept grass scattered with divots and statues. It hit him. He was about to meet your mom, something he didn’t even think about happening this weekend. 

“Matt, I know I uh probably should have asked first, but we are visiting my mom. I’m so far away now I have to stop at least once every time I come and visit the rest of my family. You can stay in the car if you want.”

Before reaching the gates, you pulled over to the side of the road where a man was selling flowers. You picked out a bouquet and before you could get to your purse to grab your wallet, Matt had already paid the man. 

As you pulled away, Matt spoke, “It is the least I can do, sweetheart. And I would love to meet your mom.”

You pulled up to a corner and put the car in park, and proceeded to pull out three flowers from the bouquet. You got out of the car and Matt said he would let you have a few minutes alone. He was confused when you went down a few yards from the car, put down loose flowers on two graves, continued on to place the last, then walked back towards the car and past it, where you laid down the bouquet and then sat down. Matt silently watched as you spoke to your mom, wiping at the plaque. When you looked over at him, he figured that you were ready for him to get out. He made his way over to you and sat down with you, taking your hand in his after he settled. You didn’t say anything, just sat and laid your head on his shoulder. 

“Uh, hi, I’m Matt. I have been dating your daughter for a bit over a year now, and I love her very much. I wish I could have met you in person, (y/n)’s stories of you make you sound a lot like my mom. I hope you know you left a beautiful soul here on earth, and she is doing her best to make you proud.”

You couldn’t help but cry at what Matt was saying. It was so sweet and caring, and in that moment you truly hoped she was able to see and hear this. Matt pulled you closer and hugged you, letting you cry and shedding a few tears himself. You don’t know how much time passed, but once you felt ready you got up and headed back to the car, Matt right behind you. 

As you drove off, Matt finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging him since you pulled out the two flowers, “Hey, princess, who did you give the other flowers to?”

“My paternal grandparents, and my maternal grandma.”

“Oh.”

And that was the end of that conversation. The next 45 minutes were spent singing along to your playlist, and before you knew it you were pulling up in front of a nice two-story suburban home, your house. You weren’t sure if your sister would be home right now, but you had your own key so it didn’t matter. You kind of hoped nobody was home, just so you and Matt could bring in your stuff in peace and settle in before dealing with whatever your family was going to throw your way. There was no human response when you called out, and you silently thanked fate for this one blessing. You were welcomed by a dog and cat though. 

“Matt, that is Lily, the golden retriever they got after moving to a big enough house, she is 2, and still getting used to her size. And that is Noodle, my sister’s cat, who has acted like a dog longer than he has known what a dog is. Tate, my cat, is around here somewhere, but she is shy. Hopefully she will like you.”

Matt stopped to pet and say hello to each pet before following you upstairs. He entered your room a moment after you, but he knew you had found your cat from your high pitched greeting. He remembered you telling him in the past you missed your cat dearly, but you couldn’t bring her with you since Ally is allergic to cats, maybe things would change with Ally moving out soon. When he walked in and Tate didn’t try to escape your arms and flee, he figured she had missed you as much as you missed her. He hoped this was a good sign you had been anxious for no reason, but only time would tell. 

You had about an hour of time alone in the house before your sister got home. It was spent cuddling, Tate sitting in the corner glaring at Matt for taking her human, and you both ended up falling asleep and Tate curled up at your ankles like she used to. You woke to your sister screaming out that she knew you and Matt were here and you better not be “doin’ the do.” She is 19 but you’re pretty sure she will continue using the more “innocent” phrasing of things around family for the rest of her life. 

“My sister is here.”

Matt groaned and put a pillow over his head, “Five more minutes.”

“Alright but you gotta let me go or else she will really believe we are ‘doin the do’ and she will harass me about it no matter how much I tell her no.”

“Fine.”

You got up and walked out to see your sister, “We are not and have not done the do.”

As you spoke, your sister rushed toward you, nearly tackling you in a hug, “I’ve missed you! But where is your hunk?”

“I missed you too. And he is still napping.”

“No I’m not.”

“OOH! He is a hunk. Even more so than in photos, good job, sis.”

You flinched in fake pain when she hit your arm to punctuate her statement, “Thank Ally, she was in a class with him and apparently knew I would like him and hoped he would like me too.”

“She has always has been a real one.”

“Alright. Anyways, officially Joy this my boyfriend Matt. Matt, this is my sister Joy.”

“Nice to meet you Joy.”

“Same to you, Matt.”

The two of them began to talk, and you partially zoned out petting Lily. You were glad Matt and your sister got along, out of your family she was the one you had the least problems with, mainly only the typical sibling drama. You did pick up that your dad and his girlfriend would be home in the next two hours, but that they told Joy to just order some delivery or pick up something. 

You ended up having to flip a coin on where to go for dinner, you wanted one place, your sister wanted another, and Matt didn’t care and didn’t want to break the tie. You chose head. 

Your sister laughed, “Of course you chose that.”

You smacked her arm, “Shut the hell up.”

Matt just quickly flipped the coin he took out and let it land on the hardwood where Noodle began to push it around. You looked down and swore, it landed on tails. Your sister quickly celebrated and then grabbed her keys, you all were going to Taco Bell.

When you returned with your food, it was sister time. You sat and ate in the living room watching episodes from your favorite show you used to watch together. Matt happily sat silently and watched the show, letting you spend time with your sister. But when he heard the door open he moved to sit next to you for moral support, hoping any ensuing conversations wouldn’t go south.

Your father and his girlfriend walked into the room and Joy paused the show, “Welcome back (y/n), I’ve missed you. I hope you have been having a good time at college. If I go by how much you’ve visited and contacted your dear father I’d say you are.”

“Yes, dad. I’ve had a good time at school, working really hard.”

“But not too hard I assume, you have Matt after all.”

“Yeah. I should formally introduce you. Dad, May, this is my boyfriend Matt. Matt this is my dad John, and his girlfriend May.”

You each stood up and Matt shook your dad’s hand, “Nice to meet you, sir. You too, May.”

You gave your dad and May hugs, then your dad spoke again, “Sorry for working late. And cutting the night short, but I’m about to pass out so goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.”

They retreated to their bedroom and your sister resumed the show. Matt sat back down next to you, so you cuddled into him, eventually falling asleep. 

“Did she fall asleep on you?”

“Yeah, she did. It happens every so often. I’ll just carry her upstairs, as long as you can push open her door and turn on the light for me.”

“Sure. Just don’t smack her head on a wall. It would be funny for me but I don’t think she’d appreciate it.”

Matt didn’t know what it felt like to have a little sister, closest he had was Rey, but he was pretty sure that was a typical request. “I’ll try my best, thank you.”

Joy shut everything off and led Matt upstairs, and quickly pushed open your door and turned on your light as asked before retreating to her own room. Matt was thankful you were already in comfy clothes that could work as pjs so he didn’t have to wake you before tucking you in. He then changed and got in next to you, surprised you never stirred once, you must have been exhausted. 

The next morning found you stirring awake with a growling stomach due to the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs. You rolled over and pressed your face into Matt’s chest, mumbling to him that breakfast was being cooked and that you should get up before your sister comes knocking. You weren’t even sure he was awake until he pulled you tight and kissed your head accompanied by a grunted yeah. 

After slowly getting out of bed and putting on some slippers to protect your feet from the cold hardwood and tile floors you’d be on, the two of you made your way to the kitchen to find the almost buffet of food your dad was preparing. There were pancakes, turkey sausage, bacon, fruit, oatmeal, your sister had out her tiny waffle maker and used some of the pancake batter to make herself some waffles, and to your surprise he even made biscuits and gravy. There also was the staple toast and cereals that were always in the house. 

“Morning you two. I was at the store earlier in the week and I realized I didn’t know what breakfast foods Matt liked, so I got a bit of everything, and your favorites, (y/n). I would’ve called or text but I was pretty sure you were in class at the time, it was like 10:45 in the morning. I hope you can find something you like Matt.”

“Thank you sir. And I’m not really that picky, I’ll eat mostly any breakfast food.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“No problem. And Matt, call me John. Now don’t be shy, grab a plate and eat up. We can do whatever your heart desires today, until our dinner reservations at 7.”

You all sat and ate breakfast talking about random little things. Nothing went south, calming some of your nerves, but you knew there was a whole day ahead. You felt like you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help it.

During the day you all went and walked around the local mall. Things were pretty tame, a few off handed comments were made about you not visiting often anymore, but nothing you couldn’t ignore or return with a comment about how they could come visit too. Matt rarely left your side, holding your hand a lot of the time, making sure to squeeze it when those comments were made. 

Then it was time to head to dinner, you didn’t know where you were going, but your family knew what foods you like and your tastes haven’t changed too much, so you had faith in where they were taking you to. Sat in the back seat while your dad drove, you looked over and smiled at Matt when he pulled up to a local Italian restaurant. Hopefully this could be a good sign.

Your dad spoke from the front seat, “What are you to smirking about?”

“Matt took me to his family’s favorite Italian restaurant for our first date.”

Joy chipped in, “You clearly knew her tastes well enough before hand, or you got lucky.”

“I knew her tastes, she may have complained a few times about food places messing up her special orders before hand, and I asked her what foods she loved and what she wouldn’t touch in our blooming friendship before our date.”

Your conversation stopped while you walked into the restaurant, but it resumed once you were sat at the table.

May brought the conversation back, “So, I’m not sure if you’ve told your sister, but I’d really like to know how you met and how you began dating.”

You told the story with Matt sharing small tidbits. A story you’ve told many times, and probably will continue telling throughout your relationship. Your family was good and held all their questions and comments until you concluded.

Joy was the first to comment, “So, wait, Ally had waited for the perfect in to introduce you two? And when you began your first date neither of you knew it was? And if I come visit can I go see the garden?”

“Yes, yes, and for the last one, Matt?”

“Maybe, depends on how I feel that day.”

“What!?”

“I’m just kidding, yeah, of course.”

Your dad spoke next, “What is your family like Matt?”

“Well, I’m a triplet, my parents are interesting characters, and I have an eclectic extended family. Putting my whole family in a house together is quite an experience, and (y/n) can attest to that.”

“It was a party.”

The rest of the meal went swimmingly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a meal with your whole family that went this nicely, maybe they were behaving for Matt. But you knew there would come a time when that would change, and that time was after you got back to the house. On the drive back you got a text from Matt saying his mom publicly made a comment about staying her ground on a bill she supports that the president is against. You hoped and prayed that neither your dad nor May turned on the news or checked Facebook before they went to bed, there was a reason you and Matt carefully spoke about his family and never mentioned his last name. Senator Leia Organa represented the almost opposite views of John and May, and what Leia just said was something they would think was completely unprofessional and called for her immediate removal from office. And your dad would be quite vocal about it, even if he knew who Matt’s mom was. 

So it was just your luck that after you came home and changed into pjs, your dad turned on the tv which was left on the news, and they were talking about Leia. The fuse was ignited and would blow in three seconds. It got intense, and you stood there next to Matt hoping to every god and spiritual being you could think of that your dad wouldn’t start throwing things, and especially that he wouldn’t ask Matt his thoughts. You hoped he would do as he used to do with you and your sister and just state things and all you had to do was smile and nod even if you thought something completely different. Matt wouldn’t and couldn’t lie if asked to state his thoughts, you told him that you did not want him to lie during your major doomsday prep list, but he could and should just nod if asked for assurance.

“Who the fuck does she think she is? Saying this type of shit? Sorry sweetheart, but this is why I can’t come visit you, it is way too close to where this bitch lives.”

You quickly squeezed Matt’s hand to keep him calm, you can get through this without breaking, your dad would be calm in a minute. Your heart skipped a beat with what your dad said next.

“Matt, can you believe this? This is the president she is talking about.”

Matt shook his head no and said he couldn’t believe it, which was true, his mom hadn’t been this bold in years and she had made a vow to her family to be more mellow. But she was really passionate about this subject so he would give her a pass.

And with that your father began to deflate. Once he was calm you excused you and Matt from the room, claiming that you needed a good night’s rest before your drive home tomorrow. 

As you walked up the stairs your arms were shaking and Matt kept squeezing your hand to remind you of his presence and that you were alright. You felt like you couldn’t get to your room fast enough, and as soon as your door closed you were clinging to Matt, crying into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Matty. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I thought we should come here. I’m sorry.”

Matt softly rubbed your back and massaged the back of your head, trying his best to calm you, “Darling angel. It is alright. I’ve heard worse. I grew up hearing nasty things about my mom, but I know who she really is and now so do you, so you know they are wrong. Let’s go lay down sweetheart.”

You let Matt guide you backwards to your bed, still crying and clinging to him, and when you got to the bed you refused to let him go.

“You gotta let go so you can lay down. I’ll be in bed where you can hold me again in 5 seconds.”

“No I don’t want to.”

“Well, that leaves me only one choice.”

Matt turned you so he had his back to the bed and fell backwards onto it, causing you to squeak. He then kissed your head and continued to hold you until you rolled off of him. 

You still had tears falling, but that didn’t stop you from playfully hitting his arm, “Why did you do that?”

“You didn’t leave me any other choice, it is better to lay down when you’re compromised”

You were still very upset but your tears slowly stopped and dried. After you moved off of Matt, and you each adjusted your positions on the bed, you curled into his side and hugged his chest. 

Matt felt lost, he didn’t know how to help you, he already told you it didn’t hurt him since he was used to it, so he just held you close. This wasn’t exactly what you feared would happen, but he knew in a way it was worse. Leia became a second mom to you the moment you met her, and you became the daughter she never had, so hearing your dad go off against this new mother figure was like a shot through the heart. 

After a while he decided to check up with you and kissed your head, “How are you feeling Angel?”

He waited for your response, and when he didn’t get one he moved back enough to peak at you to find you were fast asleep. He pressed a kiss to your temple, and settled into bed.

“I love you sweetheart. Goodnight.”

The morning comes quickly, and you couldn’t be more thankful. You woke on your own at 8, but found you couldn’t move, Matt had you pulled to him. After you carefully wiggled free you began to pack. As you did you pulled out your promise ring, you had decided it was easier for you to keep it in your pocket during the trip than wear it since your family knew you didn’t wear a ring the last time you visited, but MAtt could wear his since they didn’t know him. You wore it while you packed, just to have that extra form of comfort. You woke Matt up at 9 by laying on him and kissing his face, and you knew he had woken when he began to laugh.

“You doing better, Angel?”

“What? No good morning?”

“I think waking up to your kisses makes this a very good morning.”

“Ok, I’ll take it. And yes I’m doing better. We get to go home today.”

And by 10 you were saying goodbyes after a quick breakfast. You took off your ring before you went downstairs and it was right back on your hand before you pulled away from the curb. By the time you got to Matt’s your voice was gone from singing the whole way, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You survived this weekend, and you were glad. You gave Matt a hug and a kiss before he went in, and then you were off, back to Ally and your real bed in your real home.

Tags: @bellaren18, @redhairedfeistynerd, @bad–bad–man

[mysweetestcreature]

Strands of Hair

Request: could you write something about harry having a new hair and make up artist and them casually flirting then one night before a show they take the flirting too far? love your writing xo

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! xx

***

“He’s a total softie,” Lou says, “but he can be a bit stubborn when it comes to his hair.” Y/n makes a mental note to not mess of the famous locks of one Harry Styles. A few months ago, she’d been contracted by Harry’s management––at her good friend, Lou Teasdale’s, recommendation––to be the rock star’s new stylist. It’s been a dream of hers, to travel the world. And now she’s able to do it, while doing something she loves. Her old job at a makeup/hair salon in the heart of London had been a fantastic start out for her career. Some well-known public figures have sat in her chair and allowed her full creative freedom. 

But this is much different. Not only is he one of the biggest names in modern times, but she’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t a bit of a fan herself. “What about makeup? Does he wear any?” Y/n asks. 

“Some powder on occasion, but he really doesn’t need it. Have you seen the man’s skin?” Lou laughs. She gives Y/n an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “You’re going to do just fine, okay? You know you’re good at what you do, and Harry’s really easy to work with. If I wasn’t needed at the salon, I would still be on the road with him.” The main reason she was hired was because Lou had made the decision to focus on her personal business ventures, a hair coloring salon, which she helps run with her sister. Y/n gives her an appreciative smile, as she packs the last bit of her makeup and hair necessities in her tote. 

Hopefully all goes well.

***

11 March 2018, Basel, Switzerland

The first night of the tour, and the adrenaline is running high backstage. Already, Harry can hear the echoes of the growing crowd waiting on the other side of the screen. It’s the first time he’ll be performing in front of so many people as a solo artist. Tonight, marks his first ever arena gig, and he cannot be more excited and nervous. When someone has been on the road as much as he has, one would expect him to feel immune to whatever jitters may course through his body. Yet, the feeling never stops, as Stevie Nicks has so prudently preached.  

He’s got his sparkling black trousers fastened around his hips, a black ruffled blouse tucked into it. “Hair and makeup, now,” Jeff orders as he passes him in the hall and turns to point at his watch. So, he does just that. To be honest, he’s a bit sad that Lou isn’t joining him on this leg of the tour. She’s been with him ever since he started out in this crazy business, but she did promise that his new stylist would be nothing short of exceptional. 

“Hi!” a voice chirps at him just seconds after he passes through the doorway. Harry takes a moment to get a good look at her. Her hair is pulled back into a stylishly messy bun that sits near the top of her head. She’s dressed in high-waisted navy blue skinny jeans, with a light grey cropped tank on top. Just the right amount of skin lingers in between. “I’m Y/n!”

“I’m Harry,” he politely nods to her. She giggles softly, and he can’t help but smile at how infectious it is.

“I know, I’m actually a really a big fan,” she blushes, then signals for him to take a seat in the chair right in front of the vanity. He looks at her through the mirror, and watches as she runs her hands through his hair, tussling it on the sides. Her fingers feel good as her nails lightly scratch against his scalp, he bites his tongue to hold back a pleasured moan. “I’ve been told not to mess with the hair too much but is there something you want specifically?” she asks, the reflection of their eyes meet. 

“I dunno, maybe just curl it a bit?” Lou would usually cut it before most shows, but he’s recently made a firm decision to let it grow out into its naturally wavy state. 

She nods, and takes a brush and gently brushes it back, making sure not to hurt him. The last thing she needs is to cause physical pain to the man that’s paying her. “How about if we curl the front?” Y/n steps in front of him and stares intently at the top of his head. Her hand reaches up to curl a piece around her finger, her mouth curls to the side in what looks like pure concentration. Yeah, curling just a bit of it in the front would look good.

The breath he didn’t even know he was holding releases once she turns around to get the curler ready. He won’t deny that she’s cute, really cute actually. “Sure, that’d be cool,” he says calmly, although his mind is still focused on how she smells of vanilla and…roses, maybe? As she gets to work on his hair, he tries to come up with something to say. Surely it shouldn’t be this difficult to make conversation. They’ll be working closely with one another for the better part of five months. “How long have you known Lou?”

“About three years or so,” she replies, taking a moment to dart her eyes up at him through the mirror. 

“Oh…lovely,” he says, and noticeably winces at how sarcastic that had sounded. She chuckles as she wraps a strand of hair around the wand. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” he shakes his head lightly, his dimples pop out as he offers an embarrassed smile. 

“It’s alright,” she giggles. She lets the heated curl fall against his forehead, then brushes it to the side. Once more, her fingers comb through his hair, and she looks at his reflection to make sure everything looks perfect. 

When they’re both satisfied with how it looks, she moves on to dust a bit of powder over his face. The things they had said weren’t false at all. This man has the nicest skin she’s seen. Would it be weird for her to ask him about his skincare routine? “You have really nice skin,” she mumbles, but he’s able to catch it.

“Why, thank you. I just drink loads of water,” he jokes, and a flush of pink rises to the apples of her cheeks. But when she dares to meet his eyes, they’re all bright and green, and suddenly she feels like she’s the seventeen-year-old fawning over his picture in the magazines. 

“Oh, so that’s your secret,” she muses, as she tries to play off the discomfiture of having been unable to hold her thoughts in.

Harry laughs, and nods his head tauntingly slow. “Yeah, that’s all there is to it. I could give you some pointers if you want,” he teases, but when he thinks logically about what he’s just said, he realizes how stupid it must’ve sounded. Luckily, she finds the humor in his statement, not being able to bite back the melody of giggles that so eloquently dance through her lips. It’s a sound he could get used to hearing. 

***

18 March 2018, Stockholm, Sweden 

Four shows down, and Y/n finally thinks she’s gotten the whole ‘moving around a lot’ thing down. Thankfully, the following meetings with Harry hadn’t been as awkward as the first. They’ve actually been able to maintain a decent conversation while she plays with his hair, and she finds that they share much of the same humor. He’s quite funny, always cracking jokes at opportune times.  

The rest of the band is really great, as well. She’s already formed a close bond with Sarah and Clare, and she loves doing their makeup. Since the guys go light, only really covering themselves in the faintest of foundation, it’s a good contrast to be able to experiment with different eye looks to match their colorful outfits. In the show in Paris, she’d given Sarah a magnificent blue cut-crease to match her sparkly top.  

She’s forgotten what an exhilarating performer Harry is. There’s just something about his charm and charisma that instantly draws an audience by the thousands. He’s cheeky, but also the sweetest person all at the same time. It reminds her of why she became a fan in the first place. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she’d ever take part in his career in any way besides admiring him from afar.

During his Amsterdam show, she chose to settle herself within the crowd, wanting to see him rock the stage in the way that only he can. She’d jammed out during ‘Only Angel’ and had shed a tear or two when he sang ‘If I Could Fly’ while phone lights lit up the arena. Something worth mentioning is how good he had looked in his custom Harris Reed. He was like a modern-day pirate, as she had told him while seated in front of her. 

Tonight’s suit, however, has her feeling a certain way. It’s a custom Calvin Klein suit, light pink with thin black lines that form squares along the fabric. Inside, he’s only got on a tank, and bless her soul when he had come into the makeup in only that, she felt her thoughts drift astray towards the tattoos that scatter along his bare arms. The muscles in himslightly flexing when he had opened up a water bottle.  

“It’s a nice suit, yeah?” Harry Lambert whispers as they look on from the side. She bites her lips inward and gives the faintest nod. He’s going completely wild on stage, ‘Kiwi’ just has that effect on him. At the final seconds of the song, he does his infamous spit take, and launches a mist of water into the air. There’s something about it that she finds so extremely, breathtaking. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, he’s her boss and maybe she can call him a friend, but that’s about it.

Each member of CHASM exits off the stage, Harry being the last. “How’d I do?” he smiles at her, an arm casually slung over her shoulder as they walk. “You were amazing, as expected,” she says sincerely, “a bit pitchy during Sign of the Times, but I suppose it happens to the best of us.” She keeps walking in spite of him stopping in his tracks, his arm falling to his side as he stands there completely stunned. She turns, continuing to walk backwards, and flashes him a mischievous look. 

***

24 March 2018, Oberhausen, Germany

Harry’s developed somewhat of a crush on her since they’ve embarked on this tour. There’s something about her that keeps drawing him in, and he has yet to find out what it is. One thing he admires is how she always manages to smile, even when it’s visibly evident that she’s running low on energy. It’s the travelling, he assumes. When he was on tour with One Direction, it had taken him several weeks to find his own rhythm in the midst of the all the hustle. 

It’s still early, they’ve got about eight hours until they’re meant to be preparing for tonight’s gig. He pops in to where she’s sitting in the makeup chair, scrolling through some pictures of makeup looks from by her favorite beauty gurus. “C’mon, get up,” he says to her, pulling her hand till she’s standing on her feet.

“What? Where are we going?” she raises a suspicious eyebrow at him. “If this is one of your pranks, I’m telling you, Harry…”

“No! I promise you that you’ll appreciate this one.” He grabs her purse on the way out, and she looks down to where her hand is being firmly held in his. His hand digs in his jacket pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on.”

***

The liquid burns her throat, but she can slowly feel herself becoming more in touch with her senses. Turns out, he was taking her to a coffee house not too far from the venue. He’d made her wear his extra pair of shades, so they could easily maneuver through the streets without anyone recognizing them––she’s acquired quite the following since early March. 

“Hit the spot?” 

She hums in satisfaction, her eyes closed as she indulges in the feeling of having the steam of her coffee open up her sinuses. “Definitely,” she replies, and takes another sip of the dark roast. She opens her eyes to see his sparkling down at her, the sunglasses he had worn earlier perched on the top of his head, no longer hiding the green irises she’s become entranced by. Before she has chance to stop herself, she’s pushing back a stand of hair that’s gone aloof.  “Sorry…It was bothering me,” she blushes. 

Harry takes a step closer to her, only a few inches now separating them. Y/n can feel the rushing of her heartbeat as the warmth of each of his breaths sends shivers down her spine. “It’s fine,” he says in low voice, his gaze darting down to her parted lips, all plump and pink, and just begging to be kissed. “It’s yours to play with.” 

***

31 March 2018, Madrid, Spain

“Amazing job, tonight!” he hears her praises Clare and Sarah once they’re all backstage. He makes his way over to her, only be stopped by Jeff. His manager starts talking his ear off, but Harry can hardly pay him any attention.  

A pang of jealousy hits him when he sees her hug Mitch and Adam, if only it were him. Their eyes meet from across the hallway, and she shoots him a sweet smile before getting whisked away by one of the staff members. 

“Sorry, can we talk about this later?” Harry excuses himself and takes long strides over to his band. The four of them are laughing amongst themselves, Mitch holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, a flute in the other.

“Want a drink?” he holds it out for Harry to take.

He waves his hand to decline. “Have you seen, Y/n?” he asks, looking over Adam’s shoulder. He doesn’t even notice them exchanging knowing looks. At this point, the mutual attraction shared between Harry and Y/n is obvious to all. Sarah motions over to hair and makeup, and he’s already jogging over to the room.

When he sees her, she’s twirling the wire around the handle of hairdryer, making sure that there are no twists––he’s learned that she hates when things aren’t properly put back in order. With her concentration in full effect, he quietly tiptoes behind her. His hands dwell over her sides before he’s digging his fingers into her hips. She lets out a yelp and nearly jumps out of her own skin.

“Oh my god!” she swats his arm then clutches her heart. “Don’t do that, you know I’m not good with surprises.” His chest rumbles as he tries to hold in a laugh, his closed-mouth smile threatening to expose his teeth. His hands find her the curves of her waist and he gently pulls her closer.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but there’s not a single shred of remorse etched into his words. He tilts his down, their noses bumping as his lips ghost above hers. “Forgive me?”

***

11 April 2018, London, England

“What’s going on with you and Harry?” Clare inquires while they help themselves to food from the buffet. “You two seemed awfully cozy last night,” she winks, and Y/n feigns innocence as she shrugs. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responds airily. Clare smirks at her and plays along with the charade.

“So those noises that Mitch heard when he came by to drop something off at his room were just cats fighting?” Y/n misses her bowl, the oatmeal falling on the table with a big splat. An already distressed looking waiter that passes them lets out a defeated sigh and turns back to grab a towel. Y/n calls out an apology, but he’s already disappeared into the kitchen. 

***

She’s setting up her station when she hears the door shut behind her visitor’s footsteps. There’s no need to turn around because almost immediately she’s being pressed up against the vanity, a prominent bulge poking into her back. “Where’d you run off to this morning?” he whispers in her ear, his hands roaming down her front.

Her head falls back to lean onto his shoulder and enjoys the feeling of his kisses along her neck. “Went to get breakfast with Clare,” she purrs, biting her lip when his hands slide up her shirt and cup her breasts through her bra.

“I missed you,” and he gently squeezes them, massaging them in rounded motions. Not only did Harry wake up alone in bed, but he woke up with the most painful morning stiffy that he had been forced to take care of himself. He was only relieved for a few hours before the thoughts of past few nights resurfaced in his memory, and it was almost as though he could feel her body writhing beneath him. Those images had been enough to bring life back to his lower half. 

He pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it over the chair behind him. Her hand reaches behind to slip past the waistband of his joggers, he moans against her hair as she strokes him, her head craning to reach for his mouth. “I’ll make it up to you.”

And just like that, he’s pulling down her jeans and bending her over the vanity. She looks up and sees his eyes are a darker, more dangerous shade of green. “Want you watch how I fuck your pussy,” he husks against her temple, and suddenly she’s gasping as he slowly enters her from behind. His eyes roll to the back of his head as she envelops him completely. “Fucking tight,” he mutters under his breath. 

Her eyes drift shut for only a moment, but he’s pulling strands of her hair to have her look at their reflections. “Gotta stay focused, love. Keep them focused on me.” She watches as the glistening of sweat begins to form beads at the top of his forehead. Her eyes trail down to where she can see how his thick length gleams with her wetness every time he pulls out. 

She braces herself against the edges of the table as he rocks her back and forth with even thrusts. “Tell me how much you like it,” his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. “Tell me how much you love having me so deep in your cunt.” The veins on the sides of his head become more prominent as he tries his best not to bust his load right then and there. She’s so warm and tight, it’s driving him absolutely wild how he feels himself hitting the very end of her. He moans as his balls slap against her ass each time he drives into her delicious heat.  

“I fucking love it,” she pants out as he starts picking up speed. “I love it so much, daddy,” she cries, and reaches back to pull at his hair, turning his head to meld their lips together. The rising production of heat and humidity in the room slowly begins to fog up the mirror until all that’s visible is a hazy outline of their intertwined bodies. 

His hands move back to her breasts, twisting her nipples as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucks just below her jaw, bring the erotic purple shade to the surface to let people know who she now belongs to. In the few short weeks that he’s known her, already does he feel himself being tangled around her little finger. 

The sensation of him being so deep inside her, hitting all the right places and has her on the verge of an explosion. Her arms spread over the table, knocking down some of the stuff she’d previously laid out for tonight. With the little energy she has left, she reaches to wipe away the fog in big circles. She’s met with his darkened eyes once again. 

“Gonna give it to me?” he breathes out. “You gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” She nods eagerly against him, her hair tickling the edge of his chin as her back arches to meet his thrusts in search for that last bit of needed friction.  

“Right there, please, daddy, don’t stop!” she screams, her voice rising as she feels herself on the brink of a climax. A string of curses leaves her mouth as she sees a flash of white flood her vision and take over all of her senses. Her body goes limp in his arms, as he continues to drive into her with a tantalizing force.

Once she’s gathered enough strength after coming down from her high, she lets him slip out of her and gets on her knees. She takes his cock in her hand and covers her lips over the tip, her cheeks hallowing as she sucks down until it’s hitting the back of her throat. His head falls back, as he fucks into her face. “Yeah, baby, suck my cuck. Take my treat,” he moans, his eyes shutting tightly as he his seed shoots deep into her mouth.

He pulls out of her, and bends down to pry her lips apart. His thick sticky release sits in a pool on her tongue. “Swallow,” he orders. She closes her mouth and he sees the bob of her throat, and he imagines what his cum looks like as it fills her tummy. 

***

12 April 2018, London, England

“I love this hair on you,” Y/n says as she tussles the curls atop his head. She doesn’t particularly love it when it’s too messy. No, she prefers it to be the perfect balance, nice and maintained in the back, while the front gracefully bounces whenever he goes wild. “Love this suit, as well,” she leans in to whisper in his ear. Harry smirks at her and leans up to give her a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, now we’ve got to fix the nails. Have you never heard of a base and top coat before?” 

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Sweeter than Sweet (37)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Mild angst, graphic descriptions of sex, unprotected sex, blood-drinking

Word count: 3.8K

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The clothes you'd collected end up in a crumpled pile on the floor when you drop them without a thought beside you, freeing up your hands to take hold of Jimin’s face and brush away his tears as they fall one after another.  You're at a loss for words, staring down the beautiful, broken man looking back at you.  

How could he possibly think that that's what you meant?  Does Jimin really think your love so shallow that something like this would make you abandon him?  Of course he does - why would he think any different when he's already been cast aside once by someone he'd loved for so long?

You realise now that this is what Jimin’s overwhelmingly emotional reaction is about; he's gone into a total panic, assuming that you taking some space is synonymous with drawing your relationship to a close.  It breaks your heart to know he’s thinking that way because you can only imagine what your reaction would be if Jimin told you it was over.  You’d probably be ten times the mess he is and a million times less attractive, what with your propensity to develop a red, splotchy face and runny nose whenever you’re upset.  

“Jimin, I’m not-”  You pause to swallow, realising that your eyes are starting to threaten tears too, “That’s not what I meant, not at all.”  Jimin’s moisture filled eyes just keep searching yours, pleading for answers and for reassurance as you struggle to keep up with wiping away the salty trails on his cheeks.  “I’m not going anywhere, ok?  Never.”  

“I thought…” He trails off, pressing his eyes closed as he turns his head, biting his lip as pain flashes across his face.  You use your hold on his face to turn it back to you, and when he opens his eyes again you look down into them with an intensity that borders on fierce.

“You thought wrong.  I’m not leaving you, Jimin.  I’d never do that to you.”  Grabbing hold of his hands that are still clutching onto the backs of his thighs you pull him to standing, looking up at him now rather than down, relieved that no more fresh tears seem to making an appearance.  “You mean too much to me,” you tell him softly, linking together your fingers where they hang by your side and stepping closer so you can rest your cheek against Jimin’s chest and close your eyes.  His breathing is still a little ragged, chest shuddering slightly as he exhales, but as soon as you’re pressed to him Jimin squeezes your hands, pressing his face into your hair and inhaling deeply, like the scent of you soothes some primal part of him.  

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, his voice sounding tight and raw from all the crying he’s done.

Honestly, Jimin doesn’t need to apologise to you anymore.  Any remaining anger you had, any doubt about wanting to be around him, it’s all been completely wiped away by seeing him this way.  If it’s a manipulation on his part to earn instant forgiveness then it’s definitely a good one, but something in your gut tells you that his reaction was nothing but genuine.  

“I know you are,” you say into Jimin’s chest, pulling your hands from his and wrapping your arms around him instead, your palms pressed to his shoulder blades.  

“I just love you so much…”  Jimin fingers start to run through your hair, the other wrapped around your waist as your heart flutters as it always does on hearing those words.  “I’ve got no self-control when you’re around; my temper, my thirst, my desire… it all goes to hell.”  One of Jimin’s gentle fingers comes to rest under your chin to tilt your face upward, and when you look at him again Jimin looks almost back to his normal self - save the bruises on his face and swollen nose and jaw.  “You have no idea what you do to me.”  

“I think I know how you feel,” you answer softly, because you really, truly do.  You’d never thought you could feel like this, and it’s as scary as it as liberating, all at the same time.  Your heart feels swollen in your chest, thumping like it’s trying to break through your ribs to get to him, and ever the slave to your impulses you tip forward to press your mouth to Jimin’s in an eager kiss, melting into him when he kisses you back just as desperately.  

“I love you,” you tell him between the meeting of your lips, and the next time they press you feel Jimin’s curved into a slight smile, his hand twisting in your hair to pull you closer.  

Gently, you kitten-lick at Jimin’s lips until he parts them, granting you access to his mouth.  It almost feels strange kissing this way; you’re so used to Jimin taking the lead that to have him hold back and allow you to explore the cavern of his mouth, rolling your tongue against his, feels completely foreign.  Odd - but wonderful all the same.

You moan quietly when Jimin lightly sucks on your bottom lip, and on hearing the sound you make he suddenly scoops you up in his arms without warning, only breaking your kiss when you wince slightly from the ongoing soreness of your hip.  Jimin smiles apologetically at you, adjusting his grip enough to carry you comfortably over to the bed bridal style, and when he pulls away after carefully laying you down there's nothing but love burning in his eyes for you, so intense that it takes your breath away.

“Jimin...” you faintly implore, extending your reach towards him as he climbs onto the bed too, leaning over you as you pull his vest up and over his head, no longer possessing the nerves that would’ve once made you hesitate.  You long to feel his naked body pressed to yours, that familiar ache starting to take you over as he unhurriedly removes your shirt too.  He's so being so soft and so gentle that it only makes you want him more, and with eager hands you slide down his sweats and boxers too, smiling into the kiss you're sharing when he fumbles in trying to kick them off.  

When you feel Jimin's hard length nudge against your stomach you keenly wrap him in your palm and tease him with a firm squeeze, adoring the stilted moan that it pulls from his lips.  Jimin’s hips flex forward gently with each and every stroke of your hand, his eyes closed above you, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth as you torment him with slow pleasure.  

He changes position, letting himself sink into the mattress to lie on his side, and as soon as his graceful hands are freed from supporting his weight they start working on your pants, Jimin obviously keen for you to be as naked as he is.  He takes his time, kissing you leisurely as you continue to pleasure him, making him groan into the kiss more than once as he strips your lower half.

As soon as Jimin’s able to he’s touching you, rubbing his fingertips gently back and forth between your folds as you match his pace, steadily moving your hand up and down his cock with a gentle twist of your wrist.  You honestly hadn’t realised just how wet his kiss had made you, but it’s hardly a surprise; your body has never had an issue in responding to even the lightest of Jimin’s touches, and today is no exception.  

The feel of his fingers starting to circle your clitoris only further heightens your awareness of your own state of arousal, almost completely forgetting about pleasuring Jimin when he firmly rubs at the hardened bud, your pelvic muscles clenching as you moan into the pillow.  He kisses you deeply, tongue brushing yours as your hips flex forward towards his hand, trying to lure him in by tiling halfway onto your back and letting your thighs fall further apart.  

Thankfully Jimin takes your not-so-subtle hint; one of his fingers slipping inside, groaning against your neck as he feels your warm, wet walls squeezing around the intrusion.  As soon as you’ve accommodated the first then a second joins it, and when Jimin starts to make slow, taunting come hither movements against your g-spot your hips start to move all of their own accord, pushing back with every curl of his fingers.

“I want you,” Jimin murmurs into the valley of your breasts, uttered between lingering kisses on that softest of flesh.  

“Take me then,” you encourage breathlessly, squirming as his fine, silver hair tickles your skin.  For another minute or so Jimin continues to stroke at your insides, relishing the sweet, needy sounds you make, but eventually he withdraws his fingers from your heat and then wordlessly takes hold of your hand, smiling as he rolls onto his back and takes you with him, maneuvering your bodies so that you’re on top, straddling his thighs.  

At first you can only look down at him in confusion, your eyebrows raised as you struggle to understand.  This uncharacteristic act of submission on his part has left you completely blindsided, and when Jimin reads the expression on your face he chuckles quietly, sitting up for a moment to cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss you with so much passion that it leaves you breathless.  

Jimin doesn’t need to say anything when the kiss ends and he lays back down; the love shining in his eyes and the timid, sweet smile on his lips tells you everything you need to know and more.  This changing of roles is Jimin trying to demonstrate just how much you mean to him - his relinquishing of control acting as a display of the absolute trust he’s putting in you to not break his already fragile heart.  There’s no power games at work now, no daddy and kitten or dirty words, just you and Jimin and the love you share.  

If it were a more appropriate moment you would probably already be crying at how the gesture moves you.  Your heart feels like it’s grown to twice the usual size inside your chest and as you swallow the lump in your throat you gently stroke Jimin’s hair back from his face, smiling like the lovesick idiot you are.  He’s so beautiful, so angelic in appearance… it doesn’t matter how many times you study his face, you’ll never stop being amazed that one person could be so close to perfect even when he’s covered in nicks and bruises like he is now.

“Don’t make me beg, please,” Jimin says quietly, flicking his eyes down to glance at his cock lying hard, swollen and neglected on his stomach, a small pool of pre-cum forming just below his belly-button.  He looks back up to you, his hands resting on either side of your hips and squeezing your uninjured side, eager and impatient to be inside you but still mindful of hurting you.  You could point out that what he just said was in itself a plea of some sorts, but you’re not sure Jimin’s pride could take it so all you do is smile, leaning over him to capture his lips in the sweetest, most loving of kisses.  

You reach down between your bodies and take him in your hand while you kiss, loving the way his length twitches and throbs in your grasp as Jimin lets out a little gasp of pleasure.  You shift forward slightly, sitting astride his hips rather than his thighs and lifting yourself so that you’re hovering above him, using your grasp on his cock to teasingly rub the very tip of him through your folds, sighing softly against his mouth.  Showing more self-restraint than you ever thought possible you continue to do this for as long as you can bare, waiting for Jimin to start squirming underneath you, digging his fingertips into your hips before you end your mutual agony, his pained expression melting into one of pure bliss as you sink yourself slowly onto his cock.  

You let your torso relax forward as you allow yourself time to accommodate his considerable girth, Jimin unhooking your bra and slipping it off you as you kiss and nuzzle at his neck, your hands running through his hair.  

“You’re so beautiful Jimin,” you whisper sweetly in his ear as you gradually start to move, and on hearing your words Jimin wraps his arms around you, his chest rising and falling heavily underneath yours.  “You make me feel so good…”  Rocking your hips steadily back and forth you feel Jimin start to nibble at your earlobe, his breath laboured and husky so close to your ear.  It sends delicious jolts of pleasure all along your spine, all the hairs on the back of your neck rising for him to feel as his hand slips up from your back to cradle the back of your head.  His other moves down to palm your behind, encouraging the rocking of your body as he helps to flex your hips with gentle downward pressure, rolling his up against you too to get deeper inside and make it even more pleasurable for the both of you.  

“Keep-keep doing that,” you tell him breathily, sitting yourself more upright and bracing yourself with your palms flat on his chest as you steadily start to increase your pace, biting your lip as it starts to feel even better than before.  Jimin’s cock is brushing against all the right places inside you, the expert movement of his hips just heightening your pleasure all the more, and soon you’re practically mewling with pleasure on top of him, your eyes closed tight as you focus solely on the sensation of him inside you.  

One of his hands reaches up to cup your breast, kneading it in his palm as you move, tweaking at the nipple just hard enough to make your inner walls clench and squeeze around him, Jimin moaning sinfully when he feels it and tilting his head back into the pillow.  

“Close?” you check, out of breath and sweating slightly from how hard you’re working.  You’re alternating between sliding yourself up and down on his cock as well as back and forth, focusing solely on Jimin’s pleasure as you try to ignore the way the muscles in your thighs are complaining.  It’s nothing compared to the way your hip is aching anyway, but you try not to think about that, knowing that any soreness you feel afterwards will be more than worth it.  

“I’m not cumming without you…” Jimin’s eyes are shrouded and dark with lust as he looks up at you from underneath the strands of his hair that have fallen in front of his face.  His dominant side is making a reappearance as his orgasm draws near, you can tell from the way he’s clenching his jaw and grabbing at the tops of your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh, but honestly you don’t mind at all; being Jimin’s willing subject is all you live and breathe for.  

“Please Jimin,” you whine, pressing your nails into his chest, knowing that you could get there yourself eventually but choosing to egg him on, craving the power he exerts over your body when he takes control.  “Make me cum, please.”  

When he hears your soft, needy pleas, any sense of restraint left in him leaves Jimin entirely.  He’s overwhelmed by his urge to take you and claim you, to make you so mindless with pleasure that by the time he’s done the only thing you’ll know is his name.  He forgets forgets all about the sweet, loving Jimin that lay beneath you just five minutes ago and grabs savagely at your hips, regardless of how it might hurt you, growling at the back of his throat as he starts to thrust up into you from underneath.  He bounces you on his cock like a ragdoll, slamming into you with his powerful thighs, buttocks and hips as they work in tandem, smiling in satisfaction at the way you start to gasp and moan with every thrust.  

“You like that?” he grunts, watching your face as it contorts in ecstasy, biting his lip, sweat trickling down the side of his face as he pushes you towards your orgasm.  Jimin’s fucking you so hard that you can barely keep your balance, having to fall forward and lean your chest on his for support as he continues his relentless pace.  

You moan his name stiltedly into his neck, grabbing onto his hair as he fucks up into you, his cock pounding against your g-spot at the most perfect of angles, and you can feel him getting harder, can feel him getting close, and that just makes it feel all the more incredible.  You can feel your own orgasm coming, exquisite pleasure burning hot in your pelvis, every push of Jimin’s hips so intense that it’s almost akin to agony.  

“Jimin, god, I-mnff-I’m so close,” you slur, barely realising how hard you're tugging on his hair as you lose all sense of rhythm and coordination, completely at the mercy of Jimin’s every move.

“Me too, fuck, you're gonna make me cum,” he huffs, letting go of your hips to wrap his arms around you, holding your body to his as his motions become sloppier too.  He groans your name through gritted teeth and you swear you've never heard a sweeter sound until he moans it again, right in your ear. “Cum with me, c’mon, let it go.”

You gasp when it finally overwhelms you, burning you up from the inside out, every nerve in your body screaming with pleasure as nonsensical sounds pour out of you, muffled by Jimin’s mouth.  The moment he feels your walls contract around him Jimin succumbs too.  He bites down on your bottom lip as he cums, hard, spilling into you with in a series of deep, slow thrusts, his cock twitching sporadically until both of you are completely spent.  

As soon as you manage to summon the will to move you sluggishly turn your head to the side, letting it fall onto the pillow as you try to catch your breath.  You’ve got a stupid, blissed out smile on your face that must be infectious, because when Jimin turns to look at you his full lips curve into the softest, sweetest of smiles too.  

“Love you,” you whisper quietly and Jimin’s smile only grows, his eyes creasing with happiness.  

“Love you,” he whispers back, caressing your cheek softly.  It’s only then, in that after-sex glow when you let your eyes drift lazily over his face, that you realise that Jimin neglected to take the opportunity to feed.  The bruising on his face is coming along nicely, turning a deep purple in several different spots, the bridge of his nose painfully swollen too.  He’d probably look a mess if he weren’t so damn beautiful to begin with.  

“Why didn’t you feed?  You haven’t had any in days,” you say, sounding more chastising than you intend to as you sit up, climbing off of him to sit at his side instead, removing your collar.  It's funny how your concern for him cuts straight through the lingering haze of your orgasm, your mind suddenly crystal clear when it comes to ensuring Jimin's health and happiness.

“Don’t,” Jimin interrupts, sitting upright too and taking hold of your wrist firmly, stopping you midway.  You cock your head in confusion, frowning, but he just shakes his head.  “I deserve these.  I shouldn’t get away so lightly.”  

“Jimin…”  You pull your wrist from his grasp, continuing to take it off despite his objections, pushing your hair to one side.  “I can’t stand seeing you hurt like this, whether you think you deserve it or not.”  Tilting your head to the side you look at him imploringly, hoping that the sight of your exposed, vulnerable skin will lure him in.  “Please.”  

It’s working; you can tell by the way Jimin’s eyes are drawn to your neck, fixating on your jugular as it visibly pulses with blood, your heart beating hard and fast from all the exertion you just endured.  He licks his lips, eyes darting up to yours for just a split second before he pounces, fixing his hand in your hair and tugging your head further to the side as he slices into your neck, fangs piercing hard and deep.  

You let out a strangled moan, clutching onto his shoulders as that pain-pleasure mix washes over you, endorphins winning the fight over adrenaline and making your head swim as he drags the blood from your veins.  For someone that had said he didn’t want it, Jimin’s certainly making the most of your offer.  He gorges himself on you, drinking almost to the point of you passing out and only stopping when he realises how you’re starting to sag against him, your grip on him going lax, hands falling to your sides.  

You don’t begrudge him for it though, not when it’s left you feeling so wonderfully high.  If it weren’t for the fact you’d only just orgasmed you’re sure it would’ve happened again during his feed, but you don’t really mind missing out on that either.  In fact, you don’t really care much about anything right now, happy to let Jimin manhandle you into a suitable position for sleep, smiling goofily up at him as he leans over you with concern in his eyes.  

“See?” you giggle, reaching up and patting his now pristine cheek, “All better.”  

“Are you ok?  I took too much, didn’t I?”

“I’m fine Jiminie, promise,” you grin, having to close your eyes because of the way the room is spinning, “Jus’ need some sleep.  Now come on, come cuddle.”  Jimin let’s you pull on his shoulders, falling into bed next to you and rolling onto his back to accommodate the way you’re already trying to snuggle up to him.  He helps you into his arms, laughing softly when you nuzzle into his chest making strange little noises of contentment, slinging your arm over his waist and squeezing him tight.  

“Hmm… nightie night.”  You fall asleep so fast and so deep that you don’t even feel the kiss Jimin affectionately presses to the top of your head or him quietly you wishing you the sweetest of dreams.