#but if pressed i would say my favorite is rubber soul

[yourworldiseternallycomplete]

im so firmly beatles agnostic its crazy

[justwinginglife]

Lucky Shot

Guys, this fic came about totally by accident, but I had SO SO much fun writing it. Sorry, I know I'm supposed to be working on requests, but this just spontaneously popped into my head and when inspiration strikes, I gotta go with it. Also, for warnings, this has a mature scene but it's not explicit. Hope you all enjoy!

When a beach trip with Soshiro ended in the murder of a rubber duck, you knew there was more to him than meets the eye.

You’d been secretly dating him the last 7 months and during that time, he had begged you on multiple occasions to let him take you to the beach. He always claimed he just wanted to have a relaxing vacation with his favorite person in the whole world, but you knew he was just dying to know if you were a bikini kinda girl.

You resisted at first, finding entertainment in his eagerness. He was so desperate for you to go with him, you were sure if you asked, he would’ve gotten down on his hands and knees to convince you. But there were only so many times you could say no to the pleading in his eyes, only so many times you could resist the press of his hips against yours as he murmured his requests across the expanse of your neck. 

“Please, baby.” He’d gently brush your hair to the side, sucking at the tender skin, then kissing at the trail of bruises that bloomed in its wake. “Let’s go to the beach, love. Let me see you all gorgeous and sun-kissed. Let me lick the salt from your lips.”

And suddenly your resolve crumbled to pieces. 

You were a Captain, you were by no means weak. You were one of Death’s favorite tools, the reaper of beasts, the killer of kaiju. But around Soshiro? You were helpless, robbed of your strength by mere lips on skin. For Soshiro, you were a love-drunk fool, and when he whispered into your ear, “Didn’t you say you’d never had sex in the ocean before? Why don’t we cross it off the bucket list,” you suddenly forgot the reason you’d resisted for so long.

So you went to the beach with him. 

And when Soshiro discovered that you were in a fact a bikini kinda girl, he made sure you never forgot how it felt to have the whip of the ocean waves at your back as he fucked you against the current. When the sun dipped behind the clouds, you wondered if it was simply shying away from the carnality of it all. If anyone were to make the sun blush at their obscenities, it would be Soshiro, with his ravenous desires and his unabashed lust. The vulgar way in which he had so publicly claimed you was enough to convince you that any poor soul who had been on the beach must’ve vacated the premises for fear of being corrupted by the sight of his lecherous appetite. 

When his thirst was finally somewhat quenched, he proceeded to engage in a different kind of activity with you, one that was equally as strenuous, one that waged war on your unsuspecting body. He shot you with a water gun. 

Before you had time to be properly shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, he shot you again, pelting the center of your forehead with a short burst of cold water. 

Your pride as a gun wielder was on the line and you ducked out of the way of his next shot, before collecting your gun from the sand and firing rounds at his crotch. He was lucky it was only water because you were a damn good shot.

The next thing you knew, the beach was a battlefield and he was the enemy. You ducked behind palm trees and dove across sand dunes, both of you trying to get the upper hand on the other, both of you launching vicious attacks. You’d always fought by his side; it was intriguing to now stand opposed to him. You knew his every move, but he also knew yours. When you’d reveal your position, stepping out to fire at his chest, he’d emerge from his hiding spot and land a blow to your shoulder at the same time. It was like he was your perfect shadow. 

Amidst the raging chaos, you thought to yourself that you never once imagined when you were both sworn into the Defense Force that all that training and all that combat experience would one day be used for something as stupid and as silly as a water gun war. But there you were, two highly esteemed, highly trained, highly ranked members of the JAKDF, dueling with water as your weapons. And you were both taking this so seriously that it was honestly laughable. 

And you did laugh. 

When he gave up on shooting you, tossing the toy to the side, and opting for tackling you into the water instead, you laughed so hard you thought you might swallow half the ocean in the process. Then the calm finally settled in and he just held you a moment, waves lapping at your bodies, as his warmth seeped into your skin. 

You broke the silence first, grinning widely as you teased him, “And here I thought you were bad with a gun.” 

He laughed. “I never said I was bad with one. I said my combat power was low. I never said I couldn’t shoot.”

“And I had to find this out by getting a burst of water to the eye?” 

A sly smile curved across his lips. “I never said I couldn’t aim.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s test out this aim of yours.”

So suddenly you found yourself with your feet planted in the sand, standing a couple feet away from him with a little rubber duck he’d bought from one of the beach stalls perched atop your head, daring him to fire, daring him to fail. 

“You get one shot. And if you miss, we’ll know I’m the better shot.” 

He smirked. “Oh, I won’t miss, love.”

He pulled the trigger and in an instant, the rubber duck was lying face down in the sand. 

You gasped with mock offense. “You just killed my present. You just committed ducky murder.” 

He chuckled. “I’m the one who bought it for you; I think I have the right to kill it.”

As you bent down to pick up the duck, a thought crossed your mind.

“Hey. Who else knows you can shoot?”

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Not many people. Why?”

You grinned devilishly. “I just discovered a new game I’d like to try.”

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The next day, the local carnival opened up in town and half the Third Division had flooded the festival grounds, looking for a good time. 

Up until now, you and Soshiro had kept your relationship under wraps, even going so far as to bicker publicly so as to douse any sneaking suspicions of a possible budding romance. So when your favorite vendor opened up his shooting stall, the way he did every year, you knew that no one in the Third Division would suspect you of rigging the game. 

A crowd slowly gathered around the stall as you openly and loudly degraded Soshiro’s shooting skills, betting him that he couldn’t even hit one of the targets let alone all of them. When other officers caught wind of your challenge, they immediately started placing their bets.

“Have you ever even seen the Vice Captain shoot a gun?” Haruichi asked, turning to Nakanoshima as he pondered his choice. 

Her brows furrowed, “Maybe? I’m not sure. I can’t remember.”

He finally passed his money over to you, having decided to take your side. 

“Nah, the Vice Cap’n is good with a sword, he’s comfortable with a sword, I bet he wouldn’t even know how to hold a gun.” Iharu prattled loudly before handing his wad of bills to you. 

Then Reno chimed in sweetly, “Well Vice Captain Hoshina, I believe in you,” and he handed his money to Soshiro. 

“Thanks, Ichikawa. ‘Preciate that.”

“Sorry, Hoshina. Logically, it’s smarter to stand with the Captain.” Aoi apologized to him before presenting you with his money as well. 

Before you knew it, you’d accumulated a fat stack of cash, with most bets placed against Soshiro. Then it was go time. Everyone in the crowd held their breaths as they watched him get into position, hoisting his gun up to fire. 

You gave Soshiro a knowing look and he nodded.

Then he blew everyone’s fucking minds.

He hit every single target with precision and speed. Even the bonus target. 

When he collected his due payment from all the stunned officers, he simply shrugged and said, “Lucky shot, I guess.”

Then he picked out his prize from the booth owner, the icing on the cake for his spectacular debut, and snuck off to meet you in your agreed upon location. 

“Teddy bear, love? To make up for the murdered duck.” He handed you his prize.

You laughed as you took the stuffed animal from him. It was half your size. “What’d you do, pick the biggest one he had?”

He smirked. “Of course. Only the best for you, my dear.”

“You were amazing out there.” You kissed him deeply. 

He smiled against your lips. 

When you finally pulled away, he held up the thick wad of cash.  “What do you say I take you on the most lavish date you’ve ever been on?”

“I’d say that sounds like a dream.”

“Well then,” He held out his hand to you, “Let’s make some dreams come true.”

[rainbow-ace]

5. Which artist’s records do you own the most of?

7. Best find? (Rare vinyl for dirt cheap, etc)

12. Your favorite vinyl?

5. The beatles, becuase my mom had a bunch that she let me have, and my dad randomly owned a bunch of compilation beatles albums? I only found out recently that he had them so that was a nice surprise

7. I was gonna say the limited edition Bohemian Rhpasody 45 that's yellow and purple vinyl that I got for like 10 bucks but I haven't been able to find it since I moved so I'll go with the Concert for Bangladesh set that I have. The records themselves are in really good shape and there's only one issue with the cover. It also came with all the inserts. I got it for 25 dollars which I thought was a pretty good deal since I've seen it for more online.

12. This is really tough but I think I'll have to go with A Night at the Opera. It's from a reissue so the record and cover are both in great shape and it plays so well. Runner up though would probably be Rubber Soul. The copy I have is a 1966 press and it plays pretty well. I also just love the songs on both

Thanks for the ask!! 💕

[mc-i-r]

Thrill of the kill

Prologue

Masterpost

Ship: intrulogical

Pov: Remus

Tw: blood, gore, death, torture, cursing, kissing

Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 1,024

I tied the knot, securing this asshole in place. He had passed out sometime between the car ride here and our arrival so me, being the fabulous person I am, carried him inside. This one got pretty lucky; the other chair was too dirty to put someone in so this creaky old chair will do. I made sure he was properly tied up and grabbed the bucket of water from beside my tool table. I poured the bucket on him and he gasped for air. There he is! Silly me thought he was dead. Luckily he's not, now I can have my fun. 

The mans’ gasp was muffled, probably because of the giant di- I mean gag in his mouth. Wait for it, wait for it… three…

...two…

...one…

There it is.

This dumbass started struggling, thinking that by wiggling a little that he could get out of the ropes. Ha, fat chance. I just laughed at his attempt at freedom. I mean, who does this guy think he is? 

“You’re so silly,” I said in a fake flirtatious tone. 

I went over to my tool table and grabbed a pair of common black gloves while looking over the assortment of weapons, choosing a small knife to start with. The reasons for the common gloves are simple; no fingerprints and no specific location of purchase. I don’t want to get caught before I’ve had my fun now do I? I was just about to start my work when I felt two slim arms wrap around my middle, hugging me from behind. I immediately started smiling and leaned into the touch. 

“Thought you forgot about me,” I said in a sweet tone.

“My dear, I could never forget about you. Not when we have...guests,” my pookie said. God I love him. I looked over to the poor soul tied to the chair, him looking at us through wide eyes. Its honestly like he hasn’t seen a gay serial killer couple before. 

“I was just about to get started. Want to join me?” I asked the man still hugging my waist. He sighed.

“I’m a little worn out after yesterday so, if you don’t mind, I’d like to watch you work,” he said. I just smiled like a maniac, or well, like me. 

“Anything you say, Lo,” I said. I looked up at him since he was a couple inches taller than me. He kissed my nose and I smiled back at him. God, he’s adorable. Then I heard muffled screaming. Seriously? Now? I was having a moment. I rolled my eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Okay, shithead, since you want attention I’ll gladly oblige,” I growled out. The man responded by screaming even more. Can this guy just shut up? Oh wait. I smiled again as an idea came into my head. Perfect. 

I wiggled out of Lo’s grasp to walk forward to the man, holding the knife out. I heard Lo grab a chair and pull it up to watch. 

“So, should I start here,” I pointed to his left arm. “Here,” I pointed to his chest. “Here,” I pointed to his leg. “Or here?” I finally pointed to his throat, pressing the edge of the blade into the skin to break the first couple of layers, drawing little blood. He started squirming, making the blade draw more blood. This guy really is an idiot, isn’t he? 

“Fine, if you want to be that way. Logie bear? Where should I start?” I asked. I heard him hum in thought.

“I believe that you should aim for the arms first but avoid the main veins to prevent bleeding out. Then, I’d go for the chest. Do your specialty on the legs, I know it makes you happy. Lastly, I'd kill with the throat and go back to the veins in his wrist,” Logan said. Damn he's cute when he’s thinking. Okay, not the time. 

“Sounds like a plan, Love,” I said, turning back to the man whose face was almost paler than me.

I followed Logan’s plan, making large gashes down his arm and across his chest. As for his legs, I simply performed my specialty. When we decide to use knives, I use my only signature; cutting the Achilles tendon. For all of you uneducated delinquents out there, the Achilles tendon is the rubber band thingy on the back of your ankle that connects your calf muscles to your ankle and it's so fun to cut. It severs the connection of your foot and the rest of your body and the screams it makes are just...ugh they’re so good. It’s my favorite part of using the knives but we rarely use it to avoid too much suspicion. We can’t have the authorities thinking that there's two serial killers out there, are you crazy? I am, that's for sure. 

After I was done having my fun, I slit the man's throat who, by that time, was completely exhausted and had stopped screaming after the tendon cutting. I cut so deep that I severed the trachea and esophagus, the spinal cord barely visible. The nearly headless man slumped over as he choked on his own blood. I half smiled and grunted turning around to face Logan. He stood up from his chair and started clapping as if I had just performed; which, in a way, was true. I smiled upon seeing him and he walked over to me as I put my knife down. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood slightly on my toes to kiss him. He returned it, sighing in content as our lips met. Kissing him always felt right, even after three years of being together. I pull away and we both have a dazed look in our eyes, still hungover by our kiss. 

“You were amazing today, Re,” he said. I smiled and leaned my head on his chest, snuggling closer to him. 

“I love you, Lo,” I said. I felt him tighten his grip around me for a moment.

“I love you too, Remus.” 

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[florenceandthemachine]

BROKEN TUMBLR ASKS PART ??: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

@boys-love-or-bust-19507 asked: I LOVE your buddie fics! Can yo write a fic where Buck has a really tough day and Eddie and Chris take care of him?

“Alright, Special Agent Christopher, target is almost in sight. Are you ready for action?”

“Yeah!”

Eddie grinned down to his son, basking in the childlike excitement mirrored back at him for a hot second, knowing that very few things would ever compare to these moments again. He had never seen Chris click as well with anyone as he had Buck—even Carla was a close second to that, not that Eddie was about to tell her that—and honestly, there should have never been any question in his mind as to what Chris would say when Eddie told him Buck needed some help.

His smile only softened as he looked around the house—there was dinner in the oven (courtesy of Carla) and Chris had taken the initiative to pull out some of his favorite board games, stacking them neatly on the counter. Eddie had asked Bobby to rearrange their schedules for the week, and they were both going to be off the next two days, to give Buck plenty of time to recover; Chris had pulled nearly every pillow and blanket they owned into the living room, creating a huge nest with surprising skill.

The past few months had been… rough on the 118, between the bomb, the lawsuit, the accidental robbery, the list just kind of went on and on. As bad as things were for the house, though, they all weighed ten times heavier on Bucks shoulders—not for no reason, but fuck if it felt like the poor boy couldn’t catch a break.

The most recent issue had resurfaced about a month ago. They had just been wrapping up a 24 hour shift, idly shooting the shit, and Chim had mentioned that he and Maddie had a group therapy appointment. The 118 were no stranger to therapy as a whole—Eddie had gone through it, Bobby was still in it, Hen and her old life coach still met once a month after they re-connected.

“Eh, therapy doesn’t really work for me.” Buck had said, kicking his feet up and over Eddie’s lap, a move that Eddie secretly loved even if he wasn’t about to mention it. “But then again, the one session that I actually had wound up with the both of us on her couch before she would clear me to return to service, so…”

You could have heard a pin drop in the moments that followed, and Buck’s easy grin was quickly tightened into something more serious, more nervous, like he wasn’t aware of what he had said.

“Buck…” Hen spoke first, her voice low and slow, like she were talking to an animal about to flee—and if the sudden tightness of Buck’s legs beneath Eddies hands meant anything, it showed how close to the truth that analogy was. “Buck, are you saying that your therapist made you sleep with her before she cleared you?”

Buck looked honest to god confused, and Eddie just wanted to shake him.

“I mean, she didn’t force me, it just kind of… happened. That was during my Buck 1.0 days, though. You guys know I’m better than that now, Buck 2.0 is here to stay. Right? You… You guys know I’m better now, right?”

“Buck, he, no.” Eddie spoke now, his hand gently squeezing Buck’s good leg, shaking his head slowly. “If I’m understanding this, that is not on you. She took advantage of you like that, that’s… that ain’t right.” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. Before he could speak again, offer some reassuring words, Bobby spoke up, his face tight with concern.

“Buck, why didn’t you tell any of us about that?”

Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to say.

Eddie felt Buck tense up like a snapped rubber band before he pulled himself back into an upright position, and though he missed the warmth across his lap, he was far more concerned with bracing for whatever was about to happen. Buck snorted, shaking his head, his voice clipped as he stood up, a sure sign he was in defensive mode. “Bobby, you had fired me the week before for… my indiscretions while in uniform. Forgive me if I didn’t feel like I wanted to risk my job again.”

“Buck, hang on, I didn’t mean—Buck, come back! Eddie!”

Buck had turned on his heel and almost ran out of the loft, and Eddie was quick on his tail, keeping a safe distance until they were both in the locker room. Buck whirled on him when the door closed, the anger drained out of his face, leaving a shell of panic in its place.

“Eddie, cmon, you know that I’m not like that anymore, right? I don’t do that! I’m good, I promise, I—“

Any other words were drowned out when Eddie pulled him into a hug—a risky move in and of itself, but he knew that Buck was one of the most tactile (and touch starved) people on the planet. His gamble paid off, thankfully; he immediately felt Buck’s arms encircle him, body going lax against his chest. “Buck, no one is blaming you. I’m sorry that it might seem that way. I wasn’t even here for Buck 1.0 but I still know that was not your fault, okay?”

Eddie paused, waiting until he got a muffled sound out of Buck to pull back from the hug, looking at him dead in the eye.

“Listen… Buck, I really think you should report this. She’s a doctor, she can’t just continue on like that. What she did to you wasn’t just bad, or wrong, it was illegal.”

--

In the end, five other men and two women had stepped forward after Buck made his complaint. Two cops, four firefighters, and one paramedic, all with similar stories and similar outcomes.

The only good thing about it was because they were all state employees, they were able to opt for a closed door hearing, investigation, and trial.

Buck had spent the day behind closed doors, giving his statement to a camera, then to the prosecutor, then in a closed courtroom, in front of a jury, a judge, and a very unhappy looking Dr Wells… well, Ms. Wells, now that she had her license revoked.

Eddie knew that a lot had happened, but he also knew Buck and knew that the last thing Buck would want to do all day would be continue to talk about it; so between he and Special Agent Christopher, Eddie felt sure they had a way to keep Buck’s mind far from the past all night long.

“Target inbound!”

Eddie shook away his thoughts as he heard Chris’ little voice wavering with excitement—sure enough, Buck’s Jeep had parked out front, and while they were both fully obvious from the curtains, Eddie still turned his head and made a big shushing gesture to Chris, who started to giggle.

Once they heard Buck’s key turning in the lock (yeah, Eddie had given him a key, so what?) they both pulled back, and Eddie almost burst out laughing at the faux look of shock on Buck’s face when he and Chris both yelled “surprise!”

The shock may have been fake, but there was no pretending when Buck smiled at them, the sheer joy on his face making Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. He looked a little tired around the eyes, maybe, but he was glad that Buck was still Buck, and that this hopefully wouldn’t be weighing on him for much longer.

Chris was off, immediately, talking a mile a minute while he started to set up one of his favorite board games, and Eddie had to smiles he took Buck’s coat, resolutely ignoring how good the other male really looked in a suit. “Sorry. The only way I could really get him on board without telling him the full details was telling him you needed a surprise party to make you feel better.”

Buck put his hand up on Eddie’s shoulder, and while Eddie could have basked happily in the glow from his smile for an age and a half, he lit up like the Fourth of July when Buck leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Fully aware he looked like a love struck teenager, Eddie rose a hand to his cheek when Buck pulled away, the smile on his lips shocked but pleased all at once. “What was that for?”

“For this. This is perfect, Eddie. Thank you for… well, just thanks.”

--

They had made it a few rounds into whatever the card game that Chris had picked out—Eddie still couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, but Chris and Buck seemed to be having a good time—when the oven chirped, signaling the start of dinner; and just like that, the game was forgotten. Chris basically launched out of his chair and into the living room, announcing that it was Movie Time, and far be it for Buck or Eddie to disagree with him.

Eddie scooped out some of the baked pasta in to three different bowls while Buck raided the pantry for movie snacks, and by the time that they made it to the living room, Chris was 90% buried in blankets and pillows on the floor.

It wasn’t easy to get settled in behind him, but by the opening credits to The Incredibles were rolling, Eddie and Buck were wedged in behind Christopher in the blanket pile, relaxing against the couch, snacks disbursed between them. Chris was lost to the world outside of the movie, but Eddie could almost feel Buck tensing up beside him, winding himself back up like a spring, and well... that wouldn’t do at all.

It was amazing how much they could say without saying anything at all. Eddie raised one of his arms and gave Buck an expectant look, to which Buck shook his head, looking at Eddie like he was crazy (and blushing too, and wow, that was a treat). Eddie only rose a brow, gesturing to his now open side, and Buck stared at him, before giving up with a sigh, slowly rearranging himself as to not disturb Chris.

He slotted himself in against Eddie’s side like he fit there, and Eddie felt more than just a smug sense of victory as he put his arm around Buck, tugging him closer, gently leaning their heads together. Once Buck started to relax, he leaned in—knowing full well that Buck’s attention was anywhere but the movie—and kissed his temple, right above his birthmark.

“You did a really hard thing today, and it brought a lot of good into the world. I’m really, really proud of you, Buck.”

Buck didn’t respond—not verbally, anyway, but Eddie could feel the thousand degree stare Buck gave him when he turned his head, like he was going to stare directly into Eddies soul, search for any sign he was being sarcastic, or patronizing, not that Eddie cared. He was being completely honest, and he could see Buck’s expression falter as he realized that.

Eddie’s smile only grew as Buck scanned over his face again, though it was his turn to look surprised when Buck pulled a hand up to rest against Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leaned into it instinctively as he felt his eyes half lid, because Buck was moving again, pulling himself closer, and it was all Eddie could do to remain perfectly still, give Buck the chance to move closer or pull away, even if he wanted to flip them over right now and kiss Buck within an inch of his life.

As it was, their first kiss was perfect—Buck in his arms, Chris buried in blankets, and Edna Mode in the background. And even if the road to get there was rough, Eddie wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

[alison-anonymous]

family vacation headcanons ♡ hades

Requested: yes, thank you @fandomsandmore394 for requesting this once again! I love all of your ideas darling, I hope you enjoyed this one as well! And as to whether or not Mal calls the reader “mom”, well, you’ll just have to read to find out ;) 

Summary: pretty straightforward, Hades, Mal, and the reader all go on a vacation together to get in some well needed family bonding since they’re all so busy. Mal ships them really hard and is already thinking of the reader as a mom ♡

A family vacation with Mal and Hades...

       ♡ it all began after the whole "Happily Ever After" thing. The boarder was taken down, a bridge formed between the Isle and the mainland, and everyone was singing their perfectly choreographed duets and life was finally perfect. With Ben and Mal’s engagement in the works and you and Hades moving in to the castle as family (when someone dared to question why you were considered family since you were only Hades’s girlfriend, Hades threatened them until they shut up), you soon came to realize that there was hardly any time for some family bonding. Between the paparazzi, royal duties, and everyone trying to get used to their new role, you, Hades, and Mal hardly had any time with one another apart from the spare moments you got at dinners and sleeping next to Hades in bed.

       ♡ finally, you had had enough of it

       ♡ so, one nice Tuesday morning, Hades woke up groggily to see your beautiful face wide awake with your signature gleeful grin plastered on your face.

       ♡ “good morning, love,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips. He smirked at you, snaking his arm around your waist as he gazed curiously into your eyes.

       ♡ “what are you plotting?” 

       ♡ you laughed, e/c eyes ablaze with excitement. “You. Me. Mal. Family vacation. Start packing!” And before he could even blink, you were up out of bed, scurrying to your huge walk-in closet.

       ♡ of course, Hades put on a casual, I-could-care-less attitude about your idea, but you knew that on the inside he was even more excited than you were. He would get to spend some quality time with his two favorite girls! What father/boyfriend wouldn’t love that?

       ♡ when you told Mal, she was more than happy with the idea. Getting things arranged so that the kingdom would still be up and running despite the major absences of the soon to be Queen of Auradon and her father and potential step-mother was a bit difficult. But with the help of Ben, who was a bit sad that he couldn’t come with, everything was arranged without any problems. 

       ♡ and so, within a couple weeks, you, Hades, and Mal were off on your first ever family vacation! Hades wanted to go to the Underworld, and Mal wanted to go to a beach for the first time, so you compromised by taking them to the revived ghost town of Deadman’s Caper, home of the black sand beaches and crystal clear water that you could see your reflection in. 

       ♡ you were a hell of a lot more nervous than you had expected to be. You had never really had much time with Mal other than your first few meetings, so you obviously had some living up to do. Compared to Maleficent, your ideas of motherhood were a lot different. But Hades had fallen in love with you, so Mal had to at least like you, right?

       ♡ little did you know, that Mal absolutely adored you

       ♡ you were just too self conscious to see it ;)

       ♡ ever since the day that she and Celia had wandered into Hades home and saw you and the God himself curled up on his couch together with his arm wrapped protectively around you, she instantly started shipping you two together. She knew that things between her dad and mom would have never worked out, and all that she really wanted was for her dad to be happy. And if his happiness was you, well, then you were part of her happiness as well.

       ♡ there were a few complications that arose while travelling there. Many people gave Hades some trouble for being the ruthless soul stealer who tried to suck the power out of his own daughter. Hades was about to lose it on the man, but before he could do anything, you already had the man pressed up against a wall by his collar, sneering a bunch of threats at his face until he was scared shitless. After you told him that if you ever heard him saying another lie about your boyfriend that you would personally track him down and kill him, he finally was able to scramble out of your grasp. You had sighed and rolled your eyes at the nerve of some people when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around your waist and twirled you around in the air before setting you down gently to face the dazzling face of the love of your life. Hades’s piercing blue eyes stared down at you, full of mischief and love.

       ♡ “I love it when you do that,” he mumbled, his breath warm on your lips from his closeness. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smirked at him.

      ♡ “when I do what?”

      ♡ “lose your shit on some idiot who called me insane. You’re incredible, love.”

      ♡ you couldn’t help but blush at his words, melting into the kiss that he pulled you into. It was only when Mal cleared her throat that you remembered you were out in public. Both of your guys’ eyes widened in shock and you were about to pull away from one another to make it less awkward for her, when you stopped. Instead of looking grossed out, Mal simply held a smug, yet loving look on her face.

      ♡ “oh, don’t stop on my account,” she chuckled, but her eyes held a glitter of sincerity. “You two are really cute together.”

      ♡ you felt your cheeks flush a deep crimson at the intimacy of it all, which only made Hades fall more in love with how cute you looked when you were flustered. He laughed with his daughter, and slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together and giving you a small squeeze of reassurance. 

      ♡ a lot of moments like those happened throughout the vacation

      ♡ you and Hades would get lost in each other’s eyes, and Mal would simply be sitting there, soaking up the sun and the absolute puppy love her father and you were in. 

      ♡ the bonding went splendidly! It had been so long since you and Hades had gotten to have any quality time together, so you both made sure to make up for all the lost time. There was not a second that Hades wasn’t touching you - holding hands, having his arm wrapped securely around your waist, around your shoulder, around your arm, and you bet Mal commented excitedly on it every time ;) 

      ♡ Hades made sure to compliment you every chance he got and the times that you were alone together were some of your favorites because that was when he’d swoop you in for a surprise kiss ;) and let’s just say that since your vacation suite had two bedrooms, you certainly had fun at night too... ♡ 

      ♡ but the bonding time with Hades wasn’t the only amazing thing going. Bonding with Mal was going even more swimmingly than you had expected. There were some times while you were sightseeing that you and Mal would break off from Hades and you two would go window shopping together, making fun of the frilly princess designs and how some of the tourists seemed way too chipper. You bonded over your love of art, and before you knew it, you were laughing and chatting up a storm. Mal may sometimes come off with a cold, secluded front but once you got to know her, she was the sweetest girl you had ever met. It was hard to believe that she had once been so cruel.

       ♡ you all made sure to make the very best of this incredibly vacation, planning events for every day. After some sightseeing, you would all go to these fancy diners where you would prank some of the other guests, giggling to yourselves as you slid under the tables or hid around the corners as guests spat out rubber worms onto their plates. And after dinner would be some shopping and Hades having to drag you away from the Cursed Artifacts exhibit because you were known to get just a bit too interested in those sort of things ;)

       ♡ but your absolute favorite activity of all that you did together was visiting the beach

       ♡ you all enjoyed it so much it was a nightly occurrence where you would all get back to your suite after a day of bonding and then quickly scramble into your bathing suits. Fun fact about Hades: ever since he got over his ironic (and very secret) fear of water, he’s loved swimming ever since. You of course gave Mal swimming lessons after learning that she couldn’t swim as well. And after teaching her the basics, she was soon swimming around you in circles! There were times when Hades would pull you under the water by your legs and press your lips against his under the water, causing you to squeal in surprise and smack some water in his direction, laughter filling the air.

       ♡ and of course, there was sand castle building. At first, Hades tried to keep his cool attire by refusing to participate, but after threatening to bury him in the sand, he rolled his eyes with a smile, but accepted the invitation. With your meticulation, Hades’ flare, and Mal’s artistic ability, the sandcastles you made were INCREDIBLE. And to celebrate, you would all lounge around on chairs next to one another and watch the sun set, chatting softly amongst one another. The long night talks that you would have together were moments you wished could last forever... 

       ♡ I guess there’s something about the waves softly crashing against the ground and the stars beginning to peek out of the clouds that opens up even the most closed-off people

       ♡ you had all become a billion times closer than you were before you came on the trip, and the day before you left was a day that you would always remember. You had all had a great morning at the beach and you and Mal were browsing in the arts and crafts store when she posed a question.

       ♡ “hey Mom, can you hand me that?” she asked, pointing to a spray can on a tall shelf, not even noticing the word slip out of her mouth. You froze in shock and couldn’t help but stare at the young girl until she finally realized what she had said. Her mouth fell open in surprise and her cheeks dusted a flustered pink.

       ♡ “I-I am so sorry, Y/n, I-”

       ♡ “Mal,” you couldn’t help the tears that sprung into your eyes. You gently rested your hand on her shoulder and smiled softly at her. “It’s okay. I-I know that I’m not your mother, or even your step-mother yet, but I would be honored if you want to call me your mother.”

       ♡ Mal’s eyes soon became filled with tears too as she pulled you in to a hug, chuckling softly into your shoulder. You hugged her back, squeezing her tightly in pure happiness. You hadn’t expected Mal to accept you or even to like you, so the idea that she would even want to consider you a mother figure sent you to Cloud 9!

       ♡ and then Hades came around the corner with a bunch of churros in his hand and one in his mouth. The second he saw your teary expressions, he instantly froze. “Ooooh who do I need to kill?” 

        ♡ after a bunch of giggling and explaining that there was no need for murder, you all got ready to head back home. And it was just as you were all boarding the ship back to Auradon that Hades pulled Mal to the side and whispered in her ear, “I have to show you something.”

        ♡ she nodded her head curiously as he then pulled out a tiny velvet box out of his pocket. Her eyes widened in shock as he flipped it open, revealing a gorgeous, sparkling ring inside. Her hands flew up to her mouth, but it wasn’t enough to conceal her huge grin.

        ♡ “oh my god, dad, when are you going to do it?” she grinned, shoving him playfully. He snickered, gently closing the box.

        ♡ “I wanted to get your opinion first. This trip has made me more sure than ever that I want to marry that woman, but I just want to check if you’re ready for a step-mother?”

        ♡ for once, his stature was serious as his blazing hair flickered in the wind and his blue eyes gazed down. Mal’s green eyes searched for you until she finally caught sight of you talking to the captain. A small smile grew on her lips.

        ♡ “if I could choose anyone as my new mother, it would be her.”

        ♡ needless to say, the family vacation was one of the best ideas you had ever had. Not only was it an amazing experience, but it also led to a brand new engagement as well ;)

♡ a.a.

[scentedsongrebel]

Broken Pieces (1/3)

Pairings: Steve Rogers × female! Reader

Summary: Even after everything he has been through, Steve won't be suprised if his children are the ones that get him killed.

Warnings: Language (cursing), Little angst, fluff, dad Steve, Reader is not in this part.

Word Count: 4278

Happy Birthday Steve Rogers

Image not mine. Credit to the owner.

SERIES MASTERLIST    MAIN MASTERLIST

It started with a loud screech that set every set of nerves in his body alight with fear.

The sun had already set as he was laying in his bed, scrolling through the news article about the threat dismantled by the new Captain America with a huge grin on his lips and proud glint in his eyes. He always knew Sam had what it took.

That is when the offended screech had ignited a flame he had long let go.

In all the hundred something years of his life Steve had never had a reaction as fast as he did in the moment when he runs towards the source of the noise.

Thamp Thamp Thamp. His heart screams loudly and every inch of him can hear  the attack of his heart against his rib cage as if trying to escape itself to assure the kids’ safety clearly. The fear surrounding every cell, every piece that joins to make his body whole, grows and grows until he can't think, feel, or do anything other then run like his life depended on it. Which it did. He prays through the countless steps he takes in his run, he prays his kids were safe. That they remember what he had tought them for situations like these.

In all his years since he passed on the shield to Sam this is the first time he regrets it as he pulls out the gun from the secret safe on the hallway floor and the makeshift shield tony made for him in case of emergencies.

Expecting a complete army of Hydra soldiers here for him and his family Steve prepares himself for a fight. Every moment of his life he has been afraid of the dreaded day. Even after all the security they had, he somehow always predicted this day would come. And even though he feels a little relieved you are not home and in safety he also finds himself wishing you were here so he could have some help saving his kids.

The emergency button to alert Bucky and Sam has been pressed, others were far away today. He would just have to stall until Bucky or Sam or both if they could find a safe place for their own children could come and help.

His first priority right now are his children.

And with that in mind, he rushes through the living room door, banging it open with a harsh kick, his gun raised high, eyes roaming around in search of the intruder

"Oh my god!!" His 13 year old daughter screams, horrified before she along with all three of her siblings raise their hands in surrender

Steve looks around the room in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed as he assess the situation.

His 15 year old son sits with his legs bent and hands raised on the edge of your favorite sofa that you had purchased from IKEA, besides him sit all three of his siblings, the other end of the couch is occupied by his 13- year old daughter while both the 6 year old boy and 3 girl year old girl are in the middle. All of them have their hands raised in surrender, looking fearfully at the gun.

"Dad?" his oldest cautiously asks and Steve realizes his gun is still raised and pointed at the kids and he moves it to point down, pulling the safety back on and looks around.

Pieces of glass, varying in their shapes and sizes decorate the entirety of his living room floor, from the looks of it and the center table laying on the floor. Steve has a fair idea where the glass may have come from.

He sighs but before he can say anything, the window behind the kids is shattered with a loud bang and then a screech of glass breaking and a figure breaks in.

Steve quickly raises his gun at the figure while the person does the same. Their long dark hair cover a portion of their face. The light of the chandelier above his head shines as its light is reflected back from the man's metal arm.

"Bucky?" Steve questions as he looks his friend over. His hair is completely disheveled and seem to be hastily tied together using a rubber band. A shirt that Steve is sure is inside out, awkwardly covers his chest and he still wears his pajama shorts. Several knives protrude out of his pocket which Steve is pretty sure he put in hastily.

Bucky nods his head, gun still raised, looking around for an intruder and completely prepared for a possible fight.

When he is done with his assessment and finds no one in sight, he turns back to Steve, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, the gun still raised now points at Steve

Steve closes his eyes for a second and faces his gun down again before sighing

"Max answer in yes or no, did someone break into our house?"

"Yes" the young boy answers, his arms still raised and Steve quickly regains his alert stance looking around as Bucky does the same

"Uncle Bucky did" the boy points at Bucky accusingly

With that Steve whips his head towards Bucky who gives Steve a look as if asking seriously? before Steve turns back to his 15 year old and sighs

"Except Bucky did anyone break in?"

"No"

With a sigh Steve drops his gun, making his way towards his kids, not caring about the glass pieces that pierce into the souls of his shoes he hastily put on. He goes on and takes all four of the hooligans in his arms and they hug him back in a big family hug before he pulls back and assess all their faces, looking for damage

"You all okay?" they collectively nod their heads as Bucky carefully makes his way towards the small party

"What the hell dude?" he says and Steve glares at him

"Bucky"

Bucky rolls his eyes

"What the Heck dude?" He puts extra emphasis on Heck

Steve just shakes his head and turns back to his children

"What happened here?"

Lana snifs a cry as she looks at her father

"Max was cleaning the center table when the glass fell off"

"The center table glass fell of while cleaning?" Bucky asks startled

"Anna spilled water on the table and Mom says wood gets bad if water stays on it so we were cleaning the water but it got under the glass so we slanted the table so the water could come out by gravity but instead the glass slid off due to it"

Steve sighs

"God, please tell me no one was around when it fell " Steve says worriedly looking at all four of his children

Lana shakes her head

"We made the little kids sit on the couch when Max and I slanted the table. The glass slid off towards the forward side while we were behind it and then we quickly climbed on the couch"

Steve sighs in relief and takes a look at both of his older children's feet just to make sure.

"Good good" he nods, still trying to calm himself from his initial shock as he examines their blood less, dirty but still blood less feet

Little Anna taps her tiny hand on his thigh to catch his attention and Steve looks at his 3 year old. She motions towards his feet and babbles before tears start to fall down her eyes. Outsiders may never understand what his non verbal baby often says but Steve knows clearly what she is asking and he quickly takes her in his arms, placing her in his lap and hugging her tight, running his hand up and down her back

"Daddy is fine sweaty" he coos "Daddy's shoes saved him"

She keeps crying trying to recover from her initial shock before Aiden follows the lead of his younger sister and starts crying as well and Steve pulls him in the hug too.

He tries to console the children as they keep crying, their older siblings trying to lighten the atmosphere by banging Anna and Aiden's toys together to catch their attention. Something that only increases Steve's boiling irritation.

Steve sighs, looking at the sky before he motions for a shocked Bucky to come close

"I pointed a gun at my children" Steve whispers in Bucky's ear

"Yeah man" Bucky says "Think you've traumatized them for life?"

Steve glares at his best friend before turning back to look at the kids

"Its fine, its fine" Steve pats their backs before pulling away to look at their faces. A jolt of guilt spreads through him as he looks at their faces, red with fear and he sighs before wiping off the tears on both their faces with the edge of his sleeve

"Dad" Max calls out from his side "We scared you didn't we?"

Steve turns to his oldest and nods his head

"Its fine. I'm just a little paranoid"

"A little?" Bucky snorts "You know how frightened I was when that alarm rang through? You ruined my dinner by the way. Now what am I gonna tell Sam?"

Steve just rolls his eyes and ignores his best friend

"I'm sorry dad" Max whispers and Lana nods her head besides him

"I'm sorry too Dad"

Steve just shakes his head

"No, no need to apologize. Its fine"

"We didn't think the glass would fall off" Lana shakes her head "Mom bought it so we thought it was glued in"

"Who even put it together?" Bucky asks crossing his arms and before Steve can turn to glare at him, little Anna starts to babble again

"Dadadadadada" She smiles at Steve, clapping her hands proudly. Steve gives her a smile back and Bucky lets out a laugh

"That explains so much"

"Just sh-" Steve shakes his head and stops himself from saying any bad words in front of his kids. He would have to find Bucky later to give him a piece of his mind.

"He was gonna say shut up right?" Lana turns to Max who just nods his head

"Yup"

Steve swallows at that and has to close his eyes for a second before he turns to glare at the two

"What? Dad we know what shut up means" Lana rolls her eyes

"Watch your tone with me young lady" Steve raises an eyebrow at her and then sighs "Just don't say it in front of the little kids"

"I will never understand one thing" Bucky says scratching his head "I mean why are we so careful in not saying any bad language words in front of the kids when they will eventually learn them in the future"

Max and Lana laugh at his comment, the little kids copy their older siblings as they too let out a series of laughs themselves and Steve finds himself smiling at the scene before Bucky's words really sink in.

Anna raises her hands forward asking Bucky to pick her up

"Buck Buck Buck" she babbles as Bucky takes her in his arms and turns back to the glaring Steve after shooting a wink at both the older kids' direction

"I mean my parents tried so hard not to curse in front of me and yet here I am" Bucky motions his hand in an up down gesture

"Yup and they are so proud" Steve rolls his eyes

"How come you are allowed to roll your eyes but I'm not" Lana asks crossing her arms

"Because I'm an adult" Steve sighs and raises a finger at her to stop her from saying any further. He was not in a mental state to have one of those daily debates with his daughter "Yes the moment you turn eighteen you can roll your eyes as much as you like"

Lana just sighs

"I'm gonna tell Mom" she sends him a look and he suddenly sees so much of his wife in his daughter that he has to hold back a smile. This one really is a handful.

But before Steve can say anything about it Max takes a deep breath in horror. Everyone in the room turn to look at him

"Mom" he says horrified "What are we gonna tell Mom?"

And the silence that follows is pin drop. They know it is because at that exact moment the hair pin Anna had taken out of Bucky's hair falls down on the floor and they can all clearly hear it.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh god" Lana screeches "no no no no no"

"Mom spent at-least 6 months looking for the perfect table" Max says as he pulls at his hair "We have to do something, Dad what do we do?"

"We?" Steve raises a single eyebrow at his son "What are you gonna do son and what it is is that you are gonna tell her the truth"

"Are you crazy?" Lana screams "She will kill us, do you know how close Ana and Aiden were to that thing?"

Steve narrows his eyes at her "How close were they exactly?"

Her eyes widen as she realizes her mistake and gives him the fakest laugh he has ever seen. A laugh that may as well qualify as a cry.

"What? Hahahaha What? They-they were really far- far away."

"Lana" he says sternly

"They were on the couch Dad" Max sighs "Promise"

Steve stares at his son for a second and then nods his head

"Lets just clean this up first" Steve sighs "Then you can tell Mom"

"No no no no no" Max whines as he takes hold of Steve's hand "You don't understand. Mom can't know"

Steve raises an eyebrow at his son

"She will find out eventually"

"Dad please" Lana whines and puts her arms around him and Aiden to take him in a hug. Max moves to join the hug to before he pulls away and motions for Bucky to give him Anna. With Anna in her brother’s arms all four children hug Steve

"Dad please" The two older ones whine together while Ana laughs as she is made part of the hug

"Dadadadada"

"Dad please please" Aiden is now begging too, helping out his siblings.

"Mom and I are on the same team"

"There is no team in family Dad. We are all together" Max says resolutely "And just think about how heart broken Mom would be when she finds out what happened to her favorite table that she spent 6 months looking for, not to mention the fact that she warned you against putting it together yourself"

Steve whips his head to look at his son in the eyes who shoots Steve a knowing look and in this exact moment he decides Bucky is not coming anywhere near any of his children ever again

“Not to mention how you were boasting nothing can go wrong in the house in your presence when Mom was leaving.

He will agree that had him

"Fine"

"Yeah" Bucky claps his hands and Ana joins him

"Mission: Replace the table"

Steve lets out a breath but before he can say anything Aiden points towards the floor.

"That is a gun" he says, his eyes directed towards the gun Steve had dropped on the floor along side his makeshift shield 

Steve's eyes widen in fear and he shots Bucky a horrified look who just shrugs and discreetly pushes his own gun under the sofa with his boot clad feet. Not even trying to protect the gun from the little glass pieces.

"A real gun" Aiden is now impressed and tries to get off the couch to reach the object of his fascination

"What?" Steve laughs loudly taking hold of his son from the waist and bringing him to his lap,he laughs again, a laugh that surely contests his daughter's in the best horrible fake laugh contest "That's not a gun"

"No that is gun" Aiden states excitedly "I have same gun"

The moment stops right there and he can feel several eyes him. Bucky behind him chokes on his own spit and Steve's heart seemed to have stopped beating.

How the fuck did his kid even have excess to any of his or your guns? He was pretty sure you had them in high tech password protected safes all over the house that were impossible for children to access. Then how? Were they careless in one of the hiding spots and the little boy has now procured a gun.

His little boy had a gun.

What the hell was he gonna do now. This surely is parenting low right? Oh god. What was he gonna tell you?

His mind is fighting with itself trying to find the right words or actions for a situation like this and when it turns up blank, he tells himself that saying anything would be a step. But anything does not seem to leave his mouth and so he sits there, looking at his son with his mouth open and a low pitched noise the only voice coming out of it.

This was more than what he was trained for

If it were some other day, Max may have had enjoyed his father's predicament and the expression on his face. But today it feels the old man has had enough of these mind blowing problems for his age and so he decides to pull his father out of his misery

"Yes Aiden" He says and Steve shoots him a warning look which he promptly ignores "This is exactly like your nerf gun. Dad and I had a gun war today but because of the broken table we had to cancel it"

Aiden furrows his eyebrows "I wanna gun fight"

"Yes" Max nods his head "we were all gonna participate even Lana and Anna, but maybe tomorrow"

Aiden stares at his brother for a second before shrugging "Okay"

A surge of relief is all Steve can feel at the moment and he shoots a thankful look at his son who just gives him a teasing smile

"Nerf gun is this toy gun dad" Lana whispers in his ear as she comes closer "I know you have a hard time understanding modern things"

Bucky lets out a laugh from behind him as Steve closes his eyes

His kids are gonna be the death of him.

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"Okay I called Sam and he'll be here soon" Bucky re-enters the room careful not to step on any glass pieces

All the kids sit on the sofa with their feet up as they watch Steve carefully swipe off the pieces

"What is Uncle Sam gonna do?"

"Take care of you guys while Steve distracts your mother and I get a new glass"

"Wait wait hold on" Steve stops his work "Why am I the distraction?"

"You are her husband" Bucky says matter of factly

Steve shakes his head

"Me crashing her girls' night is suspicious especially when I specifically told her to take time away from the family" Steve says "Why can't Sam do it?"

"He's tired dude" Bucky says crossing his arms "Being Captain America is exhausting"

Steve rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms. How would he know anything about that right?

"And taking care of six kids is relaxing"

"Well two of them would be put to sleep, two would be too guilty and would take care of the remaining two"

Steve shakes his head

"Okay fine then you go distract her"

"She's your wife"

"And your friend"

Bucky crosses his arms before he huffs a sigh

"Fine I will distract her"

Steve nods his head and turns to his children who all sit obediently on the sofa. Even little Ana and Aiden stay silent and Steve can't help but smile at them

"Its fine" he sighs as he sits down in front of them after having cleaned the floor and wiping it out with flour dough to make sure no pieces were left "Its just a piece of furniture"

He moves both his hands to his eldest son and daughter's cheek who he knows would he extremely scared

"I am not angry" he smiles at them and Lana nods as tears stream down her face

"Thank you" she says and Steve's heart breaks too much for his daughter who has been through so much in her life "One time I broke this glass cup and Max took the blame and he hit Max and he broke his hand"

She starts crying and the little kids stare at their sister in concern and shift towards her as Max puts his arm around her. Aiden wraps his short arms around her arm and hugs her as Ana offers her her Peppa pig stuffed toy

"Its okay sweety" Steve says softly taking his daughter in a hug and trying to control the extreme rage he feels towards her previous adoptive father.

Max and Alahna were both in the system since they were born having no knowledge of their respective biological families. They were both separately adopted in the same family and became siblings through the adoption. But as cruel as life was, their adoptive father turned out to be extremely abusive while the mother turned a blind eye to it.

The abuse was generally targeted towards Max and he always took the beating for Lana too. It was not until the father decided to attack Lana one day that Max decided enough was enough and contacted DCS.

They were separated despite their pleas to be put together even if it were a group home and were finally reunited when You had fallen in love with Lana 5 years ago during a visit to her group home and when she told you about her lost brother, you decided you would adopt them both.

Steve had just needed to meet them once before tearfully declaring they were his kids.

"If someone" he says patting her back "anyone touches anyone of you guys, I will make sure they are punished"

And he means it. With everything in him he means it. He knows they think by punish he means put them in jail like he made sure had been done to the abusive man. But he also knows they don't know the revenge he took for every single ounce of pain that man put his son and daughter through, his personal justice.

"I love you dad" she says and he pulls back, smiling at her and repeating the words back before patting Max on the shoulder who tries to hold back his tears, He pulls Max in for a hug too patting his back before pulling away and pulling both Ana and Aiden in each of his arms.

"I love you guys more than you can think of" he kisses the heads of both the kids in his arms who still look at their older sister with concern. His heart feels full with how much all his kids loved each other and cared for one another.

Steve sighs, shooting a look at Bucky. Time to lighten the mood.

Bucky jumps up from where he was sitting cross legged on the floor, watching the happy family scene.

"Okay, now that we are proceeding towards the next step of our plan, I need to ask you a question"

He turns to Max in all seriousness and Max looks back, seriously listening to whatever his uncle has to say

"Can you cook?" Max furrows his eyebrows before shaking his head

"No, I-I"

"What the heck kid?"

"Bucky!"

"I was supposed to cook the food while Sam took the kids to the store before your alert sounded. Now what am I gonna do?"

"So you were gonna make my 15 year old son cook dinner for you?"

"For all of us"

Steve rolls his eyes, shooting a glare at Bucky as Aiden and Ana let out little laughs as he tickles them.

"Just order pizza, Sam would understand"

Bucky rolls his eyes

"Fine" he says crossing his arms "But you better learn how to cook kid, we can't just order pizza all the time"

Max laughs at that and shakes his head

"We can order pizza anytime"

"Nice point"

"I will never understand how Sam agreed to have children with you"

"My children love me and so do yours" Bucky winks at Lana and Max and they nod their head, laughing

"That's because you spoil them"

"Kids like it when you spoil them"

"Of-course they do-" Steve shakes his head "You know what? I'm gonna put these two to bed while you order pizza and then we can wait for Sam after which we'll get a new glass"

"Dad" Max calls out and Steve turns back to look at him "Can I come with you"

"You wanna put these two to bed?"

"No no" He looks exasperated "To find the new table"

"No" It doesn't even takes him a second to reply

"Please" Max whines and Lana decides to join him

"Please dad" She makes perfect use of the remnant tears that still remain on her face as her eyes sparkle and Steve feels his resolve breaking "It was our fault. We wanna help"

Steve tires to shake his head but that resolve takes no time to break as a fresh tear slides down his daughter's face

"Fine" he sighs before begrudgingly leaving the room

The kids he carries in his arms loudly giggle as Bucky makes faces to them behind his back before he shuts the door to the living room, he just knows Bucky is imitating him with the way his kids laugh.

Well at-least they were laughing.

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Part 2

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Tags: @kayteewritessteve @anjali750

[itcameuponamidnightqueer]

Beaujes prompt? First kiss?

and you stood at your door with your hands on my waist,and you kissed me like you meant it.and i knew that you meant it(that you meant it)

//

“Talk to her,” Fjord says, his words dripping with more than a little frustration.

You roll your eyes and fling a handful of sand back at him.

It’s new, this thing you do together. Caduceus is so good at meditating, so comfortable with being still. But you and Fjord—the son of no one and the daughter of too many—are still struggling with it. He seems very intent on establishing himself as a proper follower of Melora, someone who takes time to consider his role and relationship with his god. Fjord is settling nicely into piety, and you simply need to learn how to exist comfortably inside yourself.

So most mornings you sit together wherever you are, even if it’s just for a few minutes. You have coats and furs when there’s snow, the shelter of trees for rain, boulders to shield against strong winds. No matter the weather, you find time to be calm with each other.

And so you find yourself on a beach in Nicodranas, sitting back-to-back with one of your first friends, watching the sun rise over the ocean. This is your favorite place in the entire world, and only slightly because of the place itself.

Fjord is breaking protocol by speaking but you’re not too bothered; you were itching to move anyway.

“It’s not—it’s stupid,” you mumble. “But I can’t.”

“Beau, if anyone can talk to Jester—and really, anyone can—it’s certainly you.”

“No, I know, but like—” You dig your hands into the sand and clam up, digging as much as you can within your reach until you find a rock. It’s a small one, and you’re too far away from the water to make it in, but you throw it anyway.

“Do you think you’ll ruin your friendship?” Fjord prods.

You’ve thought about that before, when you first told Nott about your crush on Jester. It used to worry you but it doesn’t anymore, not after spending time with Jester afterwards without noticing any changes. Certainly there were changes on your end—feelings sit differently within you once you’ve said them out loud—but Jester was the same, cheery and understanding and so, so bright. She relaxed you immediately even if she didn’t know she was doing it.

“No,” you finally reply. “But it’s like—remember how Yasha was once we got her back? Like, how it just seemed like she was waiting for one of us to beat her up and she kind of flinched whenever we smiled? It’s like that.”

“I don’t follow.”

You sigh. “Whatever she feels, Jester is going to be so nice about it, and I—I can’t handle that, man.”

“So you’re just going to suffer in silence?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jester yells, and you’re more startled than you should be. You whip around to see that she’s maybe thirty feet away, smiling and carrying a plate of donuts.

You elbow Fjord as hard as you can without Jester noticing. “You couldn’t warn me she was coming?” you hiss. “I’m gonna make you suffer.”

“Oh, I’m quaking in my boots,” Fjord responds monotonously. But you feel him rubbing his side, and you’re soothed.

You get up and dust off your pants, walking over to Jester to take the plate from her hands. “Nothing, Jes,” you say with a smile. “Just meditating.”

“Okay.” She hugs you, squishes in closer the way she does when she’s cold and wants to steal your warmth. You can’t fight a smile even as you roll your eyes, hugging back with the hand not holding the plate. As she pulls away she presses a kiss to your cheek, leaving behind a few sugar crystals; you wonder if maybe that was closer to the corner of your mouth than she intended.

“Uh…”

“Good morning, Beau!” she chirps. 

“Yeah, mornin’.”

Jester hugs Fjord with the same enthusiasm; he gives you a very deliberate look over Jester’s shoulder and you furiously shake your head.

“Are you guys about to work out or can we eat a big sugary breakfast?”

You should say no. You should stick to your training. Your body is your weapon and you can’t run the risk of letting it malfunction.

Your father and the monks trained you to be hard—for Jester, you will endure sentiment and sweetness.

“We can take a day off, I guess.”

Fjord quickly pumps his fist as the three of you sit down, plate of breakfast pastries in the middle as you all face each other. Jester immediately grabs the biggest one and smiles at you as she takes a bite, her eyes twinkling as if she knows a very good secret.

It takes everything you have not to visibly swoon. From the way Fjord coughs, you think maybe you did anyway.

Fuck, you have to talk to her.

/

But Jester sweeps you up in her energy the same way she always does, pulling you along for the ride and allowing you to forget, even for a few hours, about the part of you that is going to explode one of these days.

Every time you’re in Nicodranas, Jester wants to be outside, to do something fun or show you some special, secret place. But you’re just as happy to stay inside as long as you’re with her, so you don’t mind when it starts to rain and the two of you hole up in her bedroom.

It’s just as chaotic as Jester is, which isn’t a surprise. There are drawings and figurines shoved into drawers and shelves, worn and well-read books piled wherever there’s room. Organized chaos, but chaos nonetheless. You smile to yourself over the next few hours as you imagine Jester at the Cobalt Soul, frustrating every monk who might have tried to rein her in. Not even Dairon has that much patience, you’d wager.

As the afternoon wears on into evening and the rain doesn’t stop, both of you mellow out, setting aside card games and childhood mementos for storytelling. You never had any of this growing up, the kind of bonding that comes at night when people are relaxed and close to each other. You got along with some kids at school but your father was too protective to let you out of the house even for a night. Eventually, your friend group tightened and moved on without you.

You never really missed it until Jester, until you found someone with whom you deserved to share quiet nights.

“Beau?”

Your head bounces a little from where it rests on Jester’s stomach as she speaks. You’re both laying down—Jester vertically, her ankles crossed over each other, and you horizontally, so you can bounce a rubber ball off her wall. Using her as a pillow is just an added bonus, really, and you’re sure she would have suggested it if you hadn’t assumed.

“Hm?”

“We haven’t really talked about, well, about Kamordah, and I totally understand if you don’t want to, I really do, but—we’re best friends, right?”

“‘Course we are.”

“And best friends should be able to say everything to each other, even the hard things.”

You catch the ball and don’t throw it again. “Especially the hard things,” you say, trying very hard to calm your quickening pulse.

“Okay.”

Jester rests her hands near your head, absently tickling your hairline whenever her fingers get close enough.

“What’s up, Jes?”

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” she asks, tripping over her words.

You crinkle your brows. “What, like to stay? Not a chance.”

“No, no; not to stay. But, family is complicated and I know your dad is a shitbag. He doesn’t deserve you, any part of you, and I wanted to punch him so much…” Jester takes a calming breath or two; you turn your head and look up at her, at the way she consciously works to relax her pursed lips. You can’t help laughing when she catches your eye.

She smiles back and scratches your forehead on purpose this time.

“You would be such a good big sister,” Jester says, her eyes soft and sincere. “You’re so good, Beau—you’re so, so good—and you deserve the chance to give that to someone.”

“What do you think I keep you around for?” you tease.

By the way she looks at you, you think maybe Jester didn’t take it as teasing.

“Right,” she says, laughing halfheartedly. “It’s stupid; I shouldn’t tell you how to feel about your family.” She sits up on her elbows and looks out of the window, sighing when the rain doesn’t stop. “Sorry we’ve been stuck inside all day.”

You hum, just a little noise to show you’re there, that you’re listening. You want to pull her fingers down and tangle them with yours.

“What would you do,” you ask gently, “if you had a sibling?”

“Oh my gosh.” Jester huffs out a large breath; you can practically see the swirl of images and fantasies that must be playing in her mind. “I would teach them so much, like how to steal food from the kitchen or sneak up on Bluud or how to prank Mama’s clients, except I would make sure they were better at it than I was so they wouldn’t get caught.”

“You’d still want to get caught?”

“Well, yah,” Jester says, like it’s the most obvious answer. “If I hadn’t gotten caught, Mama wouldn’t have sent me away and I wouldn’t have found you. It’s like, I guess it’s like you and the Cobalt Soul only with less kidnapping.”

“Mm. Yeah, that’s a good thing to not have in your life.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have needed the Traveler if I had a sibling,” Jester muses. Maybe the Traveler wouldn’t have needed you, you think, but that’s a conversation for another day.

“That’s okay, though,” she continues. “I found most of this stuff on my own anyway.” She gestures to the knick-knacks that litter the room. “I guess it sounds stupid, when I put it like that. Wanting a sibling just so I can show them pranks.”

“Are you kidding? That’s exactly what siblings are made for.” You sit up and try not to jostle Jester too much. You look around the room, taking stock of all the stolen trinkets and homemade crafts. “Here, okay.” You stand and reach for a music box on Jester’s bedside table. “This? This is the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

You cross the room and reach for a figurine on top of Jester’s bookcase that seems to be made of dried fruit and noodles. “This?” you say, pointing to it with an exaggerated finger. “Also the coolest fucking thing. And this?” You reach for a small ceramic owlbear, holding it between two knuckles as the noodle-man rests in your palm. “Absolutely fucking rad. This whole room is full of memories, Jes. Even if you only wanted a sibling just to share this stuff….what a gift, man. There’s like—” You flip the owlbear into the air and catch it on the back of your hand. “I could spend a whole day in here, just to listen to you tell me the stories of how you got all these things.”

You shove your hands in your pockets and look around at the piles and stacks of brightly colored novelties. Something buzzes inside your chest, a forgotten yearning. “Maybe I will go back again,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

But Jester is waiting for you when you turn back around. She’s standing so close you’re not sure how you didn’t hear her sneaking up on you.

“Do you mean that?” she whispers. Your face falls at the heaviness in her cheeks, the worry and wet in her eyes.

“What, about Kamordah? I dunno,” you shrug. “Not for my parents, but TJ—”

“No.” Jester shakes her head. “No, not Kamordah. About—about all these stupid things.”

“Oh. Well, yeah.” You rock back on your heels a little. “Nothing’s stupid when it’s yours, Jes.”

She looks at you like she might cry, like she’s carrying entire worlds behind her eyes and they’re on the verge of spilling out. You think about the few people you’ve looked at like that—you wonder, just a little—but no—

Jester kisses you just as you’re trying not to get your hopes up.

It’s clumsy, little more than just a firm press of her lips, but it’s so—Jester is everywhere else, insistent and enveloping. She walks you backwards and your surprised when your back hits her door—surely you were floating a moment ago.

Jester rests her hands on your hips; she’s unsure where to put them, you can tell. You also couldn’t care less, and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her until you run out of breath.

“Fuck, Jes,” you huff, at the same time that she heaves and “Oh my god, Beau.”

Both of you laugh, quiet and special and only for each other. 

“Well.” You lick your lips, cup her cheek and swipe your thumb gently over the bridge of her nose. “We have some things to talk about.”

“Mhm.”

“But maybe, we could nap first?”

Jester smiles and nods, takes your hand and leads you back to her bed. You realize when you lie down that you’re still holding the two toys.

Jester lifts up her covers and waits for you to settle against her. You balance the owlbear and pasta-creature on her stomach and laugh as they immediately fall over.

“I’m gonna fall asleep soon,” you yawn, “but tell me a story first.”

Jester’s voice is just as warm as her arms, and when you sleep, you dream of her.

[sgt-morgan]

Impulse (Hozier imagine)

AN: another Hozier fix cause I know what I’m about.

Warnings: slight angst, sickening fluff.

You were never known to be a careful woman. You made hasty decisions, you were wild, untamed, so to say. For those close to you, it was completely unsurprising. Andrew was the least surprised. Your man, partner in crime, confidante, etc. he often played the role of your common sense. He was used to your compulsive decisions and wild outings that often lead to trouble. He would often try to dissuade you from rash decisions with varying degrees of success. Tonight seemed to be no exception. There was a festival in Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans. Brandi Carlile, Margot Price, Gary Clarke Jr., Andy, and You. A troublesome crew to say the least. You and Brandi especially, you two were thick as thieves. You two hit it off the day you met and when you are together, you’re a recipe for disaster. So Andy knew he was in for it.

“Andy? Lovie?” You scrambled onto his tour bus a tangled mess of hair, flowery fabric, and limbs. “Andy? Honey, I have an Idea!” You threw yourself at him, your tiny curvaceous frame not even reaching his collar bones. Andrew caught you with a chuckle. You always arrived to him like a breath of fresh air. A burst of sunlight. Your smile blinding him. However, just like the sun, you could burn. Andrew knew he shouldn’t fly too close, but he loved the heat.

“ Famous last words.” Andrew chuckled as he set you back down and snatched your now crooked sunglasses off your face. “What is it?” You huffed,annoyed as he carefully tried (in vain if he was honest) to smooth your hair back into place.

“Well, with that attitude mister, I’m not sure if I WANT to tell you.” You pout up at him. Andy chuckles again as he sees your playfully offended face. He pouts back at you and playfully placed your ridiculous pink heart sunglasses over his eyes. He stoops just slightly to your hight and pushes a quick playful kiss you your jutted lip. He looks ridiculous his too tall frame half squatted arms out for a hug the ridiculousness of it all got you. You break, giggling at his actions, flopping into his seat, heaving his guitar into your arms, and plucking random riffs. He sat across from you, admiring the way your hands flit across the strings.

“I’m gonna have Brandi play a song with me!” You say your eyes twinkling with Mischief. Grin looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“Seem’s fairly standard for you and Brandi.” Andrew said confused. He knew there was more up your sleeve. You started playing the familiar chords to in a week. Your grin getting more and more devilish the longer he seemed to take to catch onto the concept.

“You know, I could be your special guest, if you ask nicely.” She shrugged casually as if she didn’t just ask him to invite her into his very public life like it was nothing.

They were not public, it kept things simple. Not that Andy would be upset by the idea of going public with you, he just wasn’t sure that you wanted to go public with HIM. It would almost ruin your mystic public persona. To the public, you were an enigma wrapped in a riddle. You seemed to have just appeared out of some swap somewhere dressed like Stevie Nicks, magic in your wake and a song on your lips. The swing of your hips ruined men’s lives and the fact that all of that wasn’t currently being claimed by a man burned their souls. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to give that up just yet.

“I am certain our fans wouldn’t mind.” You shrugged shifting back to mindless plucking. Thinking about all of the possibilities of letting the world know your secret. An album? A tour? You had wanted to tell the world for a while. You’d been planning for the future for forever, but you wanted to tell the world together, so you waited until you were in the same city. You loved your mystique, but for Andy you were just... you. You liked it that way, and you thought he did too. Then, it came crashing down.

“Uh, babe? Are you sure? We’d be confirming a lot of rumors and I-“ you stoped playing, your heart stuttering at his words. He didn’t want to. He was saying no. He was saying no to you. The possibilities seemed like a dim distant memory. A future planed to hastily.

“Oh, I uh, I guess your right.” You said quickly getting up and placing the guitar back on his seat. Struggling to hold onto your tears a little. Noting how very quickly a moment can turn sour. “I’ll just-“ Andy knew then he’d not spoken quickly enough. You hastened to leave.

“No, (Y/N/N), that’s not what I-“ he tried and failed to reach for you before you reached the door.

“No! It’s fine! I get it, I’ll just see you later bye!” You sniffed and slammed the door slipping your sunglasses on and plastering on your best million watt smile before someone noticed the tears.

——————————

Andy tried, and failed to look for you before your set. He saw you with Brandi listening to Margot Price on your Snapchat, but by the time he got to the stage you were taking shots with those women at Gary Clark Jr. and smiling as brightly as possible. It seemed like you were always three steps ahead of him. He waited for through the next two sets, and stuck around in the photography pit to listen to Brandi’s set with his band. They cheered when you came on and sang a spirited rendition of ‘Raise Hell.’ His heart was in his throat. Andrew ran backstage after the set but you were nowhere in sight.

“Brandi!” He yelled spotting the familiar brunette handing her guitar to a roadie. “Brandi, I need your help.” He begged, looking at the slightly older woman with all of the pathetic grovel of a scolded puppy.

“Ah there he is, pathetic bud, that girl really loves you.” She chuckled in her familiar hell raising fashion the definition of a woman with all the right cards in her hands. Royal flush. “She told me what happened, but I’m guessing that little speed demon didn’t stick around to hear you out.” She smiled throwing an arm around his waist. “ So, Tell me how I can help you .” Andrew knew he loved this woman.

—————

All afternoon you were the picture of pathetic. You drank and watched everyone’s set a safe distance away from Andrew. You wallowed in it. However, as it got closer and closer to your time to preform you started to lighten up a bit. You loved the stage, it was the perfect place to spill your guts. You could tell the world your secrets but disguised in a perfect harmony.

Your set was killer, you could hear the crowd singing back at you. You could feel the giddy rush of adrenaline from your band. You were on fire, every note hitting your audience and lifting heartache off your weary shoulders. Then the time came for your duet. You started playing the opening chords to ‘In My Life’ a Beatles classic, one of your favorite songs to cover. You decided to cover it with Brandi. You strum and wait for Brandi to start singing. You are surprised however, to hear another voice.

In your surprise, you’re made mute. Your backup singer Layla announces him.

“Ladies and gents, Hozier!”

He flows out like a Greek god, he’s dressed to the nines, opting for a black suit tonight, black shirt still slightly unbuttoned. His Irish accent lilts the words to the tune. Your world is rocked. Is he really here? Is he really serenading you with your favorite song as he lovingly stares at you with those big doe eyes of his? Your so distracted by how good he looks and by how sweet it is that he’s here, making it up to you, that you almost don’t notice that the song is almost over. He finishes out the song and presses his forehead to yours lovingly as the crowd cheers behind him.

“Well ladies and gentlemen,” he says all charm, all class. “That was supposed to be Brandi Carlile, but I wanted to sing that song to the love of my life, I hope your all okay with that!” He smiles as the crowd absolutely erupted. You’re still struck mute staring at this man, this wonderful, crazy, stupid man. “Now em, if you don’t mind me taking a little more of your time, I’m gonna kiss her real quick.” He says that and you snap back to attention giggling and gaping like a fish trying to get a grasp on the situation.

“What the hell Andy?” You giggle as he places his arms around your waist. “This is crazy! What were you thinking!”

“Decided to take a page out of your book, be impulsive, Now kiss me.” You obliged. The crowd went insane, and so did you.

[moeruhoshi]

Single parent x demon

“There, there,” Lucy cooed as she bounced her baby on her hip, the child crying into her chest for whatever made him upset. “Are you hungry, hmm? Should I go get your bottle?”

The baby only continued to cry, his fists balled up as he clenched the fabric of her shirt. She softly lifted his face to stare into his teary brown eyes, a toothless mouth shrieking for comfort he didn’t know how else to beg for.

“Maybe your binky will help,” The young mother sighed, walking them to his dresser to retrieve the pacifier that sat on the surface. She popped it between his lips, relieved as he began sucking on the rubber nipple, his cries silencing into sniffles. “Is that better now, Ryuu?”

The baby only blinked as his mother smiled, setting him down in his crib for the remainder of the night. He eagerly took hold of the stuffed dragon she offered him, a silk cloth coming down to wipe away the trails of his tears.

“Goodnight, my love,” She kissed his forehead before tucking him into bed with his favorite quilted blanket, instantly soothing him to sleep.

The clock now read two hours past the witching time, both Lucy and Ryuu fast asleep. The pacifier soon fell from the child’s drooping lips, the slobbered item rolling over his stuffed animal and falling between the bars onto the carpet Lucy had been gifted by a friend. It was round and old, but still fuzzy and a kind purple that the mother felt fit the baby’s room. They didn’t have much to live with, so Lucy took what she could get to make her home as homey as possible. 

The circular rug now lit with red letters, window curtains were left drawn open and shined the light of the full moon onto its center, fueled by the offering of a spilled human gift.

Ryuu began to stir as his lips puckered for the phantom nipple, his eyes glaring at the light filling the room. He rolled over and grabbed at the bars of his crib, confused as his mother was nowhere in sight, but instead a man stood and cracked his back.

“Geez, that hurt. How long has it been since someone summoned me?” He groaned and scratched his stomach, looking around for the human who called him. The baby burbled and bounced slightly on his feet, and the strange man turned to give him a look.

“A baby? Are you who called me here?” He looked to the floor and saw the binky covered in drool and soaking into one spot on the carpet, the moon casting its gaze upon it. “What a fluke. Here you go, kid.”

The man offered the small thing back to him before seeing the carpet hairs sticking to it, shuddering as he moved to find a wipe and clean it properly.

“I can’t exactly leave without giving you something, stupid laws.” He grumbled and let the kid suck on the rubber nipple again, staring at the blonde boy as he sat on his diaper-clad behind, tilting his head as the man sighed.

“Alright! I’m a demon king, my name is Natsu Dragneel,” He began, pointing to the horns and sharp fangs he sported. “You must got somethin’ pretty powerful in ya if all it took to summon me was some of your spit. But I’ll grant any wish you’ve got. I can’t get home if you don’t tell me what ya want, it can be anything. A new toy if you want, though that dragon you got there is pretty cool.”

He grinned and lifted the toy for the boy, making faux flying noises as he moved the dragon back and forth to imitate its moves in the air. The baby giggled, his pacifier falling out again as he smiled and clapped his hands, enjoying the mild entertainment before him.

“I could get you a real one of these, they’re not easy to train, but I think you’ve got a lot of magic, kid. Not a lot of humans do anymore, I could teach you how to use it if that’s what you want.”

The baby only continued to sit and stare, reaching his hands out to be held as he became restless again. Natsu rose a brow as he lifted the small boy, balancing him on one arm as his hand held his back. 

“I wonder if this counts as givin’ you somethin’. But I doubt it, do you really not know how to say anything?” The demon exasperated as Ryuu pat his cheeks and pulled on his shirt, lost in the maze of his baby mind as Natsu mildly bounced him.

“You’re a pretty calm kid,”  He observed as the boy rested his head against Natsu’s shoulder and sucked his thumb. “Most babies don’t trust people right away, what’s your mom been teachin’ ya? How to be weird? Can’t be all that bad if it means you cause less trouble, I guess. But I don’t think you should, alright? Not everyone’s as nice as me, got it?”

“Damn, you’re kinda cute, y’know? And you smell nice, do all babies smell this good?” Natsu’s nose buried in his hair as the kid began to drift off, cozy against the oddly warm person who blathered on.

“Pa...pa...” Ryuu produced the word as he fell asleep, not really knowing what he had said, nor knowing how that triggered the contract to be etched on his and both Natsu’s soul.

“So you want a dad, hmm? Alright, I’ll see what I can do,”

“Lu-chan! Lu-chan, are you up?!” Levy called as she entered the Hearfilia apartment with her key, balancing a tray of coffee and bag of bagels in one hand before setting it down on the kitchen counter.

“In the shower!” She hollered back, the blue haired girl sighing with a smile as she fixed the food and turned on the T.V to catch up on the news. 

“Ah! Not in your mouth, Ryuu, we don’t eat bubbles, remember?” Lucy rinsed the suds resting atop her son’s small fist, finishing her own hair with one hand as she held him in the other. Their dual shower ended shortly after, the blonde letting her son rest in the sink as she tied a towel around herself and picked him up in his even softer one.

“I’ll be ready in a minute, Levy-chan, do you mind getting Ryuu ready? I already laid out his clothes,” The shorter girl nodded as she eagerly took the baby in her hands, Lucy rushing into her own bedroom to finish preparing for the day.

“Alright, little dragon. Let’s get you ready, hmm? Isn’t it fun when Aunt Levy helps you get ready?” She hummed to the baby as she carefully dried him off, setting him down on his diaper changing table, fitting him for a new pair. She slipped his pudgy arms and legs into the red and white striped onesie, the next layer being a thin jean-like set of overalls. The weather outside called for a jacket as well, the baby ready to go after a ten-minute session. She grabbed his favorite stuffed toy and blanket from his crib, taking them to be packed in his diaper bag.

“Almost ready!” Lucy called as she finished slipping on a plain black dress and pink cardigan, tying her hair into a bun with some loose strands to adorn her features. She never bothered with makeup, much too busy rushing around with her son to take the time. Her matching flats were on in a second as she swung open her bedroom door, quick legs carrying her down the short hallway as she entered the shared living/dining room space. 

“How’s my baby boy? Does your fruit taste good?” The blonde mother wooed and pressed several kisses to her son’s forehead as he sat in his highchair and ate the pureed mush Levy fed to him.

“Blended baby food is better than the packaged pulp, trust me,” Levy explained to the boy who continued to eat quietly, smiling and giggling when she made airplane noises for him. 

“I could’ve slept another hour if we didn’t have a staff meeting today,” Lucy groaned as she multi-tasked, eating her own breakfast as she packed Ryuu’s food for the rest of the day.

“Don’t remind me,” Levy sighed, stretching as she sat up with the empty bowl, the Heartfilia son now drinking from a bottle of cold milk. “We get the same schpeel every time, these are becoming pointless,”

“Well, at least you get to spend some extra time with Gray-sensei, right, Ryuu? You like playing with Gray-sensei, right? Loke-sensei too, yeah?”

“Speaking of whom,” Levy wiggled a brow as Lucy rolled her eyes, drooping a towel over her shoulder and lifting her son up, patting his back as she began to burp him. “He asked you out, right?”

“Loke asks everyone out, Levy-chan. I’m in no place to date, nor would I let it be him.” She shuddered, content as her son let out a loud burp.

“I think you should still take advantage, get yourself some.” Lucy sputtered as her best friend cackled with a wicked laugh.

“Oh shut up! I don’t want any! Especially not with someone who takes care of my son, for heaven’s sake, Levy-chan!”

“Sure, sure. You’ll change your mind once you meet the right guy,”

“Sounds like you just want to brag about how happy you are with Gajeel.” Lucy stuck her tongue out as she picked up her bags and led them out of the apartment, Levy locking the door as they left.

“Maybe...” She puffed her reddened cheeks, grabbing the diaper bag from Lucy’s shoulder as they walked down to her car. 

The ride to the daycare was only ten minutes from her home, Levy waiting next to the car as Lucy unbuckled Ryuu and grabbed his bag. 

“You wait right here! I don’t want you saying anything weird.” She hissed to the blue-haired girl who only snickered and ushered her to walk into the child-care building.

“Good morning!” Lucy called from the front as she let herself in, walking toward the designated room for infants. 

“Hey, Lucy, good morning.” Gray yawned as he met her inside the room, folding a stack of blankets in the corner of the room, Loke waving from the smaller playground outside. “And you too, Ryuu.”

“Sorry to ask you guys to take him early, I really appreciate it,” She said as she handed off the small boy, marveled in the sight of him smiling and lifting the baby above his head.

“No biggie, that’s what we’re here for. Has Ryuu eaten yet?” He asked, and Lucy nodded, handing him the virtual duffel bag as well. 

“Some fruit and a bottle of milk, I mixed his lunch together too, and I put two bottles of milk in there for him. He was a little fussy last night, but his pacifier seems to calm him down a lot more if you don’t know why he’s crying.”

“He doesn’t cry when he’s with us,” Gray scoffed as Lucy feigned a nod, surprised as the door suddenly slid open behind her.

“Found the other blankets, they were in the wrong room,” A pink haired man grinned as he brought in the basket, his eyes catching Lucy’s for a moment.

“We just hired this loser, his name’s Natsu.” He gestured to the now scowling man who turned to the mother with a hand held out for greeting.

“He’s the loser, just so you know. Natsu Dragneel, nice ta meetcha!”

“Y-Yeah, nice to meet you too,” Her cheeks felt a bit hot as she stared at his charismatically wide grin, her attention soon stolen by her son waving his arms for the new teacher.

“Heya, squirt,” Natsu smiled to the baby as he took him from Gray’s hold, Ryuu instantly clinging to him.

“You must be really good with kids,” Lucy awed, her lip quivering a bit at the cute sight of her son leaning against his shoulder. “Ryuu never hugs people right away.”

“You got that right, better than that lame-o outside.” He snickered and pat the kid’s back. “Ryuu, huh? Looks like we’re gonna be friends from now on,”

[ihaveanimagine]

(@skellesins, I finally got your ask finished! I hope you don’t mind it’s a bit sloppy >.< Anyways I hope you enjoy!)

(From the 390 Prompt List)

11. “Be my wife”

16. “Come back to bed”

Underswap!Papyrus (Honey)

There was nothing you loved more than seeing your beloved honey boyfriend on stage. No, not a theater stage (although he had been tempted to try out for a comedic play that had Death as a main character).

Honey was on a stand-up comedy stage, microphone in one hand, honey flavored lollipop in the other with his trademark lazy grin as he rattled out puns and jokes.

“And this supposed to be a stand up comedy right?” Honey said, gesturing to the stage “Well if this is stand up, why do we have a stool?!” He grabbed the stool and shook it aggressively and people started howling.

“Like seriously, this isn’t a sit-down show like Dr. Phil!” Honey leaned on the stool and chewed his lollipop while the crowd calmed down a bit “I mean, I get why we need the stool, you’re up here for a long ten maybe twenty minutes rattling off dozens of terrible jokes so the audience can give us sympathetic laughs.”

The audience burst out laughing again, no doubt they were still cringing from the last comedian’s routine that centered around snot and rubber chicken.

“Oh and there’s also muscle cramps! Few of my coworkers have that-“ He bent down and tapped the part of his leg were his calf would be “Man, muscle cramps are the worst right?”

He got a lot of nods and a few chuckles before propping his foot up in the stool and motioned to his bones. “Of course, I get muscle cramps all the time-“

The audience roared with laughter and Honey had to stand there for a about a minute, exchanging amused looks with you before he was able to continue.

“Anyway, as I was saying: I get the worst muscle cramps ever! I mean they get bad enough to the point where I can’t even feel my leg! It feels like it’s just all bone!” He got a few groans from that last line but it was mostly laughs.

“My poor girlfriend has to deal with me and my muscle cramps all day, isn’t that right, Sweets?” Honey asked, throwing you a wink and charismatic grin.

You nodded and grinned mischievously “Oh yeah, any time I walk in the room you’re just on the floor screaming: I NEED SOME MILK!!” You shouted that last part like the vine and the ones who caught your reference cackled hard enough to start coughing and Honey gave you and exaggerated pout.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’m the one up here when it’s obvious she’s the better comedian.” Honey joked, throwing you a wink before motioning for you to join him on stage.

Normally you hate being called on stage to do stuff but Honey knew your limits and would never say or do anything to make you uncomfortable. As you walked up to the stage, a few people applauded and Honey began moving stuff around so you could easily hop up the stage and were in view of everyone.

Once you were up there, Honey greeted you with a quick kiss to the lips before hugging you and turned back to the audience, one arm snuggly wrapped around your waist.

You let your head rest on Honey’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around him as Honey resumes his routine.

“Anyway, everyone, this is my wonderful girlfriend of 3 years.” He grinned when a few people applauded and whistled. You grinned and tilted the microphone towards you and Honey held it up for you.

“By that he means we’ve known each other for 8 years and it took both of us 5 years to ask each other out on a date.” The audience burst out laughing and Honey grinned proudly “Toldja she was the better comedian.”

After the crowd calmed down Honey turned back to you “Speaking of our 8 years of knowing each other, I gotta question for ya.” He cleared his throat and tried to hide his sudden nervousness.

“Okay, you know how I told you that when us monsters find someone who completes us we usually give each other some kind of token?” You nodded and held up the necklace Honey gave you last year for Gyftmas.

“You have yours?” You asked him with a smile and Honey chuckled and took out a keychain from his pocket that was a honey pot with a cartoon bee on a lawn chair with the captions “Lazy Bee”.

You grinned proudly and Honey kissed your head before turning back to the audience who was cooing over how cute you two were being.

“Anyways, it has come to my understanding that humans also give each other a small token when they find someone who completed you.” Honey took a deep breath and knelt down in front of you before putting his hand in his pocket.

You felt your eyes widen and tears well up as you covered your mouth with your hands, silently asking Honey if this was real. He nodded and grinned up at you before speaking again.

“Now, before you say anything, I promise this isn’t from one of those popular jewelry stores you hate.” You laughed and briefly recalled telling Honey that if you both get married that you refuse to spend your hard earned money on a shiny rock that’s overhyped and overpriced.

“I made this with Undyne and Muffet, you know those days when I told you I was going out to practice some lame puns at the grocery store to see how people react?” Honey waited till you nodded before taking out a small box and opened it, revealing a beautiful but simple ring with a gem the color of Honey’s magic and yours swirled together in a way that gave off a faint glow.

You faintly heard people gasp and whisper but Honey ignored them and kept on explaining. “When I was out of the house, they were helping me make this. Uh, the band is made from metals up here but the gem is from Underground and some of my magic. You know those glowing rocks we used as stars? It’s kinda the same thing.”

You felt your heart melt and you reached out to touch the gem, you remembered telling Honey that you thought the glowing rocks in Waterfall were beautiful but you never imagined he’d do something like this for you.

“Uh, I’m getting off track, shoot-“ Honey coughed in his hand and quickly took the ring out of the box and held it out to you.

“A-Anyway, uh, my point was Monsters give each other tokens of affection as part of our uh, courting process, and humans give each other tokens of affections to begin the next level of relationships so…” Honey blushes bright orange and looked up at you with love and adoration in his eyes.

“(Your full name), will you be my wife?”

Swapfell!Papyrus (Russ)

When you and Russ first met, you would never take him for a cuddler. He had two gold fangs, a thick collar on his neck, and lazy glare seemed to deter anyone from even trying.

But once you got to know him, you discovered the exact opposite. Russ showed his affection for friends by using them as chin rests, falling asleep on top of them when he felt like it, and was always finding some way to lean on you for warmth and comfort.

Sometimes you thought he was so touchy with his affections was because he was touch starved but most of the time you felt like he did those things because he thought you were a comfy human blanket/mattress.

But then the two of you started dating and you realized he loved being physically affectionate because he was a cuddle-addict.

Despite being one of the tallest people you’ve ever met, this lanky skeleton always found ways to curl around you, curled up on your lap or stomach, wound his arms around you at every possible moment.

It was both endearing and slightly annoying, especially at times like right now.

You and Russ were in bed, he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped around yours, trapping you to his chest. He had his legs wrapped around yours and his head was perched right above yours.

Normally you loved how cuddly your husband was, he was always really warm and even though you’ve been married a full 3 years by now, he held you like it was his first time staying in the same bed with you.

But right now it was highly inconvenient. You and Russ had a newborn baby girl and she was currently going through her phase of waking up in the middle of the night to scream and cry.

Russ slept like a rock and most of the time didn’t hear her which left you to be the one to go and rescue her from whatever made her cry.

All you had to do was escape your mate’s vice grip. Which was easier said than done.

It took you awhile but you managed to wriggle out before grabbing a spare blanket to wrap around yourself before heading to the baby’s room.

A few minutes later, the baby was still crying and you were walking around the room trying to get her to settle and Russ began to wake up, noticing his favorite cuddler wasn’t with him.

He glanced over to the baby monitor and heard you singing a lullaby while the baby cried. With a small whine he got up and went to the baby room to see you patting the baby’s back as she cried.

“Having trouble?” Russ teased before giving you a tired smile. You threw your husband a look and sighed “I’ve changed her diaper, I’ve burped her, she doesn’t wanna eat, she keeps throwing away her toys and pacifier, and I’ve tried walking with her and singing to her but nothing is working!”

Russ winced when he saw how exhausted you were and he held his arms out and took the baby from you and cradled her while you plopped into the rocking chair.

“Hey there, baby bones!” Russ cooed at the screeching baby “What are you being fussy for? Can’t sleep?” He held her close to his soul and tried to calm her by keeping her close to his soul.

He didn’t really know much about babies but Queen Toriel had pulled him aside after his baby was born that sometimes monster infants can be calmed with the presence of their parents’ souls.

It seemed to work briefly because the baby opened her eyes and pouted up at Russ, causing him to laugh.

It wasn’t his fault! His baby was just too precious and she had your pout!! The baby however, didn’t appreciate the laughing because her crying started back up.

You sighed and joined Russ and pressed a kiss to her head “Come on, sweetheart, go to sleep.” At the sound of your voice, the baby turned to you and her crying died down a bit.

“…..What just happened?” You asked, confused but grateful she stopped crying. Russ bounced her in his arms and shrugged “I guess she just wanted to make sure both of us were here.”

You yawned and gently tugged Russ back to your bedroom “Come back to bed, we can cuddle her there.” Russ chuckled and kisses his baby’s head again “You’re a little banshee, aren’t you?”

You flopped back on your bed and Russ carefully got in beside you. When the baby started getting fussy again, you moved so your head was near your daughter’s and gently rubbed her head.

“Easy, sweetie, your Papa and I are right here.” You yawned and sleepily wrapped an arm around Russ and your husband responded by laying the baby down his chest so he can keep an arm wrapped around the two of you.

Hopefully his excellent cuddling skills could put the two of you asleep for the rest of the night.

[crimsxnrebellion-blog]

Soul Mate

[After a long vacation, I finally got to my second entry for DantexLady Week (month)! And it’s Christmas themed! Hope you enjoy!]

Lady pushed the stepladder past the front door, her arms overflowing with garland and strings of multicolored lights. She hummed alone to “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” as it played from her phone in her back pocket. She only had one more section of the office to cover with the garland before she could finally move on to her favorite part of decorating: the Christmas tree. She had a ton of ornaments (even after decorating her own in her apartment) from years of collecting them, and she loved hanging them from the pine branches and between the twinkling lights. Climbing up to place the star on top.

It had taken days to convince Dante to allow her to decorate the shop. Unlike Lady, who loved the holiday season despite her past, the half demon hated Christmas. Most holidays, she had come to find. They reminded him of the family he lost, and he just preferred to not celebrate them as much as he could. He would indulge Lady and Trish once in a while with dinner together and gift swapping, but this was the furthest he had ever allowed for the celebration. She didn’t know if it was the promise of lowering his debt a smidge, a week of pizza on her, and a few bottles of his favorite whiskey that finally convinced him, or if he just tired of her begging and constant nagging about how the festive decorations would bring in more clients had finally worn him down. Either way, she was happy with the outcome, even if it would cost her a bit of money. It would help Dante in the long run as well, make him a little bit less of a grump during the season.

“You know, Patty will really like this, too,” she said as she mounted the stepladder. Reaching all the way through her fingertips and shifting to her tiptoes, she hung the first bit of garland. She could feel Dante’s gaze on her back—most likely her backside—as she stretched on the rickety ladder, though she knew it was for more than simply appeasing his perverted nature; he was making sure she didn’t fall. She knew asking him to help was out of the question, and he hadn’t offered either. But, she knew he wouldn’t let her get hurt. “Christmas is her favorite, if I remember right.”

“As long as it ain’t pink and frilly shit like she pulled when she first came around, I’ll live with it,” Dante responded. Lady heard the squeak of rubber as he shifted on the couch, the rustle of the pages as he rifled through his magazine. “But don’t start thinking I’m thrilled with this. It’s all pointless to me.”

Lady rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You seemed to be into the season when you were chasing me around with mistletoe, jackass,” she shot back. She had had to hide it to keep him from trying anything funny with it. The threat of making him wear a Santa suit nipped that in the bud quick, at least. “Can’t you just enjoy it? A little? And not by getting shit faced so you don’t remember or really enjoy it anyway?”

When she received no more response than a grunt, Lady returned back to her work. As she twisted the lights into the perfect position around the garland, she was reminded of decorating their home when she was a kid. Her mother had loved the holiday season. From Thanksgiving to New Years, the house was full of the sounds and smells of the season and decorated from top to bottom, inside and out, with lights, garland, tinsel, fake snow and, her favorite, the giant evergreen that glowed in their dining room. She remembered baking all sorts of cakes and cookies with her mom, decorating them with candy and icing. She could feel the warmth of the fireplace as they read stories together, Kalina Ann doing voices for each of the holiday characters.  

Then her mind wandered to what she wished she had. Her own kids to bake and sing and read with in a cozy home. She wanted to decorate a tree with her kids, curl up on the couch with and watch as the children played with their new toys.  

She paused at the last thought, bicolored eyes drifting to the man sprawled across the couch. Though she had spent years trying to deny it, Lady could never squelch her feelings for her fellow devil hunter. They had discussed their feelings on relationships before (even though she refused to let him know it was him she pined for), and they both agreed that their lifestyle was far too dangerous for any serious relationships. Thus, they both kept things casual. Dante moreso than herself, much to her chagrin.  

Lady knew their connection was deeper. It had been fate that they met. They were meant for each other. But, she knew if she ever said anything, Dante would turn her down. She could respect how he felt; it was reasonable because he had a target on his back due to his heritage, and demons with a beef would use someone he loved to their advantage. That didn’t stop her heart burning with a desire to change his mind. To find out if he even felt the same about her.

Lady chewed her lip as she twisted a blue bulb between her fingers. The strand flickered on and off. “Hey, Dante?”

“Yeah?” She heard him sit up, leather crunching underneath him.  

“Do you believe in soul mates?”

She refused to look and kept busy, but she heard him chuckle. “What? You tellin’ me you got a crush on me?”

Lady’s cheeks heated up in a fierce blush. “No!” she asserted, a little too quickly. “Don’t be stupid. It’s a serious question.”

A long silence fell between them, one that made Lady squirm inwardly. Her fingers worked faster and fumbled with the hooks. She just couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Now he knew exactly what she was getting at and their whole relationship, their whole dynamic, would suffer.

She hung the last bit of garland. “Sorry...” she muttered, descending her stepladder as fast as she could without toppling backward. It took everything in her not to sprint out the door without her things. Ditch before things got worse. “I’ll just leave the tree for you, or maybe Patty if she wants to--”

“Wait.”

Lady closed her eyes and cursed under her breath. He really couldn’t just let her leave? Pretend she had never asked?

She turned to face him. The amusement at her expense she expected to see in his eyes was absent. His expression was thoughtful. It slowed the beating of her heart a fraction, but her palms were still clammy with sweat.  

Dante stood and crossed the room to her, boots thudding on the wood floor. He stopped in front of her. Normally, his height didn’t bother her. But, now, as he towered over her, she felt like an ant that he was ready to step on. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Those beautiful, ice blue eyes she had gazed into many times, both in real life and in her dreams. In fact, a few of the steamier ones had started quite like this and...no, she couldn’t let her mind wander there. God, she was as bad as Dante!

“I dunno about soul mates. That all sounds like a fairy tale to me. And my life is the furthest thing from that.” Dante paused, and Lady could see him trying to work out the right words. He threaded his fingers through his white locks a muttered a few curses under his breath. Just when she wanted to shout at him to get on with him, he spoke again.  

“I do know that I don’t know where I'd be if I hadn’t met you.” A smile worked its way onto his lips and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was a mess before what happened with Verg, and if you hadn’t been here I may have just...you know.”

“Dante, don’t say that.” Lady grabbed his hand and squeezed it. She knew how hard it was. For both of them. It wasn’t that she didn’t get it; she felt much the same about him. Had he not been there to preoccupy her and keep her company when she needed it most, she might have ended it all herself. Even if they would never be more than business partners or friends as a suppressed part of her hoped, Dante had become something like family. She knew he would be there for her when she needed someone, and she would do the same for him.

“It’s the truth though,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders. “I had no real direction back then. Yeah, I had sorta started the business, but you really helped me get it goin’. You’ve done a lot for me, Lady. I dunno if that means you’re my soul mate, but I know I don’t want to be without you in my life.”

A lump formed in Lady’s throat and tears stung her eyes. So, it wasn’t an admission of love but for Dante, she figured that was as close as she would get for now. She bit her lip and flung her arms around his neck, shifting onto her tiptoes to hug him. His chest rumbled as he chuckled and returned her embrace.

“I don’t want to be without you either, Dante. Couldn’t.”

Dante held her a bit longer, and just when his heat about put her to sleep in his arms, he pulled away. “And you won’t be. For as long as I can help it.” He raised her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. “Now, how about we get this tree put up? It’s your favorite part of all this, isn’t it?”

Lady nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “Yeah. Just make sure you don’t mess it up, okay?”

[sand-rose]

Right back at you for all the ocs! I especially love the name apocothea (I think I spelled it right?) Its super cool!!

Thank you so much!! :) Sorry this took awhile to answer, I’ve been busy with work and other stuff. But here they are! I was actually in the process of redesigning my OCs when I saw the post (thanks to Sims inspiration and wanting to update how I draw them), so it was perfect timing! I don’t have the drawings done yet but maybe soon…

Full Name: Pandora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Pansexual (yes, punny, but also serious)

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Balanced Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, August 10

Guilty Pleasures: She loves taking bubble baths. Bring on the bath bombs and fragrant soaps, and the (pink) rubber ducky is a must! She also loves stuffed animals (especially pandas). And it surprises a lot of people, but she’s also an avid fan of anime/manga and video games.

Phobias: Accidentally losing one of her earrings, which keep her balanced. She’s particularly afraid of what she might do if this happens, because she loses control of herself and becomes truly evil. A past experience in regards to this also makes her uncomfortable around sheep. (Even toys or drawings of sheep. She will get a flashback and start sobbing, apologizing to the ‘poor sheepies’ until they’re out of sight.)

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably owning the only fashion-themed amusement park in the Ego World, or her fashion designs.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Being a public nuisance, like getting too hyper and making too much noise. Because honestly, if someone told her to shut up she would only get louder to spite them. She’s not afraid to get in a fight though, so maybe that too… Maybe for throwing a heel at someone. lol

OC You Ship Them With: Reim. He’s much calmer than her, but loves her crazy antics.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. He gets along with Pan better than Aurora, but he can only take so much of her 'hyper hyper happy happy joy joy’ personality.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: romance and rom-coms. The blossoming love between two people! The heartbreaking 'is this it?’ fights! The oblivious misunderstandings! Burnt dinners! The hand holding, the hugs, the kisses…! (You get it.)  

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When everything turns out to be a dream. Her Host loves this cliche. She hates it because 'what was the point of it all if it never really happened?!’

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a talented fashion designer. She likes to draw, like her Host, but when she became interested in clothes when she was younger she was frustrated that she couldn’t wear the clothes she drew. So she learned how to sew and began making her own clothes. She’s also very imaginative and ambitious.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s fun to be around, always a bouncing ball of energy! She likes pretty things, and considers everyone around her to be pretty in their own way. She’s the person who will convince you to try that new thing, or who will say 'Let’s go somewhere, my treat!’ when she sees you need cheering up. She’s also ready to kick ass if anyone dares hurt her friends or loved ones.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s so hyper… Some people might find her hyperness endearing, but some people find it exhausting. She’s also had people judge her before based on her girly-ness, interest in fashion, and how she looks like a typical anime girl, but she doesn’t let it bother her.  

How They Change: She hasn’t changed all that much since I first created her back in middle school. She’s grown a lot more mature emotionally, I think, and she’s more careful about other people’s feelings.

Why You Love Them: She was the last of my Egos to be created, and she’s probably the best representation of who I wish I was. She’s daring, outspoken, bubbly, made a career for herself doing something she loves… I love her because even though that’s not me and probably never will be me, I still like to think that she’s cheering me on. “Don’t be afraid! You can do it!” lol  

Full Name: It

Gender & Sexuality: Male, not sure (he’s never given it much thought)

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: my Alter Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, October 31

Guilty Pleasures: He has a collection of weird t-shirts that he’s both bought and designed himself. He also has a collection of light sabers that he may or may not have bought off the Ego World’s black market that trades in Other World (Worlds of Licensed Series) objects…

Phobias: Becoming a soft goody two-shoes like Aurora… Gag.

What They Would Be Famous For: Nothing. He’s too lazy to really stand out much. And he’s fine with that.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Disrupting the peace. He’s got a temper, and when it flares he’s liable to kick/hit any object unlucky enough to be in his way. Be it a trash can, car, mailbox… He’s broken his toes for kicking a brick wall before. He’s also got problems with authority figures since he doesn’t like being told what to do, so if the police show up it would just escalate the situation. There was also the time he bombed Aurora’s house, but that was years ago, when he was jealous he wasn’t my only Ego anymore. He was a lot more evil back then, and Aurora (being the kind soul she is and understanding how he felt) didn’t press charges.

OC You Ship Them With: Apocothea. She keeps him in check and doesn’t put up with his crap, yet somehow sees the… best… in him…?

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Pandora. She gets fed up with his gloomy outlook on life and gets cranky when he gives her attitude. They get into lots of arguments over nothing, especially with their quick tempers.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror/Suspense. He likes movies with lots of jumpscares, gore, and freaky nightmarish scenarios. They get his blood pumping and while he’s not that evil enough to enjoy people getting hurt, he likes to think about what he would do if he was trapped in that house trying to escape the serial killer. And of course, though he’s not a clown or even named after said clown, he likes Stephen King novels.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: It was love at first sight. He doesn’t believe in it, and if he sees that cliche he skips a few minutes past it or turns a few pages ahead, hopefully to a less mushy scene.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s great at video games. He actually earns money by playing video games for people who get stuck on them. They send him the game, he plays past the part they got stuck on to the next save, he sends it back. He’s been debating lately if he should start livestreaming, but his laziness in acquiring the equipment and setting up a room for it is currently holding him back.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s… It. lol He’s an Alter Ego who by all means should be trying to take over the world and plotting evil deeds, but either due to his laziness or from the influence of those closest to him, he just isn’t that into it. He’s just a cranky man that loves to kick over trash cans in my Sims game. lol

Why Someone Might Hate Them: He rubs a lot of people the wrong way, and with good reason. He’s not very social not because he’s shy but because he hates people in general. He comes off as rude when you first meet him, and he likes to glare for no reason. (He probably thinks it makes him look tough.) Honestly it’s a wonder people like him.

How They Change: He’s changed quite a bit since I first created him in middle school! He’s probably the most changed of all my OCs. At first he started out as a wolf demon, but after a few weeks he became my Alter Ego in a human form and stayed that way. He still has fangs, they’re just smaller. They serve no purpose, he just looks good with them! He’s also not as evil as he used to be, but like I said, I like to think that Pan and Aurora are a good influence on him.

Why You Love Them: He was my very first Ego! Way back in 6th grade I used to write and draw my own stories and share them with friends, and he got a pretty good response from them and they wanted to hear more about him. I wrote conversations between me (the Host) and him during free time in class and my friends loved reading them, and it kind of took off from there. Aurora was created next, then Pandora, and even though they were fictional characters I’d made up they started to feel like a second family to me. And they still do! lol

Full Name: Aurora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Good Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, February 23

Guilty Pleasures: She likes knitting and has so much yarn she doesn’t know what to do with it. She spoils her cat Cupcake with so many toys she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She has so many recipe books she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She’s actually a very neat person though, so another guilty pleasure would probably be cleaning. lol

Phobias: Heights, needles, and spiders (like her Host). I feel bad she shares my phobias. (Sorry, Aurora!) She’s also afraid of sharks, ever since she watched Jaws years ago and had nightmares for a week about them. She knows it's not good to be afraid of sharks and they get a bad rep, so she's trying to overcome that fear.

What They Would Be Famous For: Her cookies! She owns a bakery and while her cakes, brownies, and cupcakes are delicious, it’s her cookies that rake in the most dough. (Ha.) Every customer has their favorite, but hers is her creamy peanut butter cookies. They’re so soft and chewy, and she sprinkles peanut bits in so there’s a little crunch too!

What They Would Get Arrested For: The day Aurora gets arrested for anything is the day the world ends. She’s too pure, too innocent, to do anything resulting in arrest. She apologizes to insects when she has to capture them before setting them free! She gives away too many free samples at her bakery! She cries when she accidentally forgets to water a plant and it dies! If she ever gets arrested for anything, Pan and It may legit seek revenge to restore her honor…

OC You Ship Them With: Marcus. He’s sweet, she’s sweet! Their relationship might be normal and therefore a little boring to some people, but they love each other and are happy just to be together. They’re like an old married couple. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Not a single soul. Not even It. (Anymore.) She’s too kind for this world. An angel!

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Generally anything except horror and war movies. She gets too nervous and scared watching horror, and gets too emotional watching battles with people fighting and dying. She tends to like comedies the most though, since they’re usually upbeat and make her laugh. She’s also a sucker for heartwarming stories. Those Chicken Soup for the Soul books? She’s probably got the whole collection, regardless of the intended audience.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'I had to do it. I had to kill them.’ She refuses to believe that killing is the only option no matter how dire a situation might be and will visibly get upset when she comes across this cliche. When she gets upset her face reddens and her lip wobbles, and if Marcus or Pan is with her she might rant to them about all the other options the protagonist had.

Talents and/or Powers: She is excellent at cooking, but baking is her specialty! If she’s mastered a recipe, she’ll master it again until it’s even better. And if she finds a new recipe, she will pull an all-nighter until she’s perfected it.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s such a sweetheart, bless her. She’s what the world needs more of: just honestly pure, good people. She’s the person who if she came across someone in need, she would give them everything she had. If you’re feeling down, she’ll do all she can to make you happy again. She’s definitely the mom friend.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Some might consider her too good. Like It. He gets annoyed when she does things out of the kindness of her heart for no reason. He just doesn’t understand how someone can be that selfless. He thinks of her as a crybaby and she worries a lot, so that irritates him too. And others might be suspicious of her at first, wondering what she’s hiding or what she wants. But once people get to know her, they adore her and look to her for advice if they need help. Or just want free food. lol

How They Change: She’s probably the one who has changed the least. She’s always been the angel on my shoulder, the do-gooder. Someone has to keep the peace with the other two Egos around, after all.

Why You Love Them: Aurora is the one who resembles me the most, both in terms of looks and personality. There are some differences, though. She’s not shy, just quiet and reserved. She’s more comfortable with confrontations than I am, especially if it’s a matter of right vs wrong. I don’t have a problem with horror and war stuff. I wish I knew how to cook/bake. And I don’t think I could ever be as selfless as her. Basically, she’s a goody goody two-shoes, like It says. But it’s not a bad thing!

Full Name: Reim

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the city Venia), April 14

Guilty Pleasures: talking to his plants, liking movies that everyone else hates, singing in the shower, and he also enjoys the occasional bubble bath (thanks to Pan convincing him he was missing out on life if he didn’t take one now and then) (she was right)

Phobias: Moths. When he was little a big one got caught in his hair and he accidentally smashed it trying to get it out. It was messy and gross.

What They Would Be Famous For: Hopefully for his paintings! He does all kinds of paintings, and has even had a few displayed in art shows. He likes doing landscape art the best, because he loves plants and nature.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Not that he’s looking to get arrested, but he’s secretly always wanted to experiment with graffiti…

OC You Ship Them With: Pandora. Just when he thinks he knows her, she surprises him and he loves it! She makes him see how exciting and fun life is, and she’s always encouraging him with his latest art project and boasting about his paintings to her friends.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Probably It. It and Reim don’t see eye to eye a lot… Reim’s pretty optimistic, and that clashes with It’s pessimism. They don’t exactly hate each other, but they get on each other’s nerves. “You threw off my groove!” “Fuck your groove!” Yatta yatta…

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He loves animated movies. As an artist, he really appreciates them and considers them art, so he’s constantly rewinding scenes because he was focusing on the style or shading instead of what was going on. As for books, he likes fantasy. He likes escaping to another world, and fantasy can be anything and everything, just like a painting.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not really a typical cliche but… He really hates noir style stuff. Noir movies annoy him to no end because there’s no color and he wishes he could restore the color so bad. He needs color! And when people talk noir style, with the witty and flirtatious old-fashioned banter. It’s just so cheesy to him… This extends to books as well. He prefers deep conversations between characters rather than quick one-liners.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s an artist, so he’s well-rounded in a variety of mediums. Painting, drawing, sculptures, photography… He enjoys painting the most though!

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s a down-to-earth guy that has his goals set and has a plan to achieve them. He knows what he wants in life and he also knows not to get his hopes up. He does hope his dreams come true, but if not he’s got plenty of back up plans. He’s just a nice guy in general, always ready to lift the mood with a joke or a grin.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: For people like It, optimistic people can be annoying. No matter the situation, Reim looks on the bright side of things and his pleasant attitude and charming smile can make It angry. Because life sucks, and It knows it, but apparently Reim doesn’t. Reim’s not optimistic all the time, however, and he does have days where he’s a little moody or depressed, but he tends to keep to himself those days (so of course It doesn’t know that).

How They Change: Reim started out as a painting I did my senior year, so I thought it fitting to give him the painter career in my Sims game. Until that point I didn’t know much about him but watching him interact with my other characters has helped me flesh out what kind of person he is. He looked more emo and brooding in the painting, but in Sims he’s a cheerful guy who enjoys life, so I like that change in him.

Why You Love Them: He’s the character I didn’t know was going to be created. But I’m glad I did that painting of him years ago! Before I made him in Sims, I wanted to do more with his character and knew I wanted him with Pandora, but that was about it. Originally Pan was with someone else from an Other World, and for reasons it didn’t work out, but I think she and Reim are a perfect match. They balance each other out.

Full Name: Apocothea

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Demisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically outside the town Abraxxus), November 2

Guilty Pleasures: Obsessed with Itachi from Naruto, so she has a collection of Itachi merchandise that shouldn’t even exist (her father knows people). She loves anime/manga and video games, and rock/heavy metal music. She also enjoys fan fiction (smut included, but she is picky about it).  

Phobias: This woman has no fear. You should be the one afraid.

What They Would Be Famous For: Not exactly famous, but her old classmates still remember the day the teacher was late and Apocothea calmly walked up to the front of the class and announced the teacher had been in a horrible accident and she was in charge now. She spoke with such authority that no one questioned her, and she proceeded to pass out copies of the 'worst fan fiction she had ever read’ for them to read and critique. It turned out that the teacher had been in a car accident (from speeding), and when the principal delivered the news everyone turned to her in fear. Of course she hadn’t really known… She just saw an opportunity and took it. She needed beta readers for her first fic, after all.

What They Would Get Arrested For: She’s too clever to get herself arrested. Anyone who leaves fingerprints and DNA samples is a Class-A moron. But if she did get arrested, somehow, it would probably be for making the police officer feel like an idiot. Or she would just ignore them and do the opposite of what they ordered her to do out of pure spite. Challenging authority and whatnot.

OC You Ship Them With: It. She wins all the arguments, basically, but they’re stupid arguments to begin with. They bicker back and forth, but it’s from love(?). I don’t know… Their relationship is kind of hard to explain. lol There’s not a lot of typical romance between them, but they do have their moments that say 'Yeah, they’re a couple alright!’

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody’s brave enough to even try murdering her. She’d murder them first.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Like It, she enjoys horror. Except where he’s the guy to think 'what would I do if I was trapped in a house with a serial killer?’, she’s the girl who thinks, 'If I was the serial killer, I’d go after them this way… That guy’s an asshole, anyway.’ She also likes murder mystery novels, but she’s always disappointed when she figures out who the killer is halfway through the book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'The chosen one will save us!’ She doesn’t buy into the whole 'only this person can do it’ trope. Really? Only that person? But he’s an idiot. What if he dies? Then what? Guess the world ends.

Talents and/or Powers: I guess you could say her skill at Guitar Hero is a talent. She’s undefeated with all the Guitar Hero games (every mode, even expert). Other than that, she’s very talented at pretty much anything and everything, but especially at making people feel uncomfortable and fragile in her presence.

Why Someone Might Love Them: If you can get past her intimidating exterior, she’s a pretty cool gal. She’s kind of like Hana-chan from Fruits Basket… The things she says can come off as strange and threatening, but if you become her friend she would quite literally kill for you. She also has a younger sister named Analyse, and you can definitely tell they’re sisters from the way they look and talk.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s very blunt, and if she doesn’t like you she won’t hold back on insults. Lots of people get offended when she does this, but that’s kind of the point. She can also be crafty in the way she talks to people, so sometimes they’re really not sure if she’s insulting them or complimenting them.  

How They Change: She’s changed just a little since I created her. Her relationship with It before was very one-sided, and she liked toying with him. She still likes to, actually, but it’s more affectionate now. She’s always been confident and in charge, but I think being with It has taught her that a relationship requires more teamwork and less blackmail.

Why You Love Them: Again, she’s one of those characters that displays traits I wish I had. She’s not afraid to be assertive, she loves herself for who she is, and doesn’t give a damn what other people think of her. And she gives off this vibe, like you really don’t want to trust that smile she’s wearing. Her calm but menacing demeanor really compliments It’s personality too, I think. He’s fire, she’s ice!

Full Name: Marcus

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Straight

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically a suburban area named Hannen), March 27

Guilty Pleasures: watching YouTube/EgoTube videos, memes, taking internet quizzes… And surprising Aurora on a regular basis with flowers and chocolate like the romantic sap he is!

Phobias: Puking and cuts on the skin. When he’s sick he gets very agitated and nervous and will refuse to eat solid food in case he can’t keep it down. (Soup and water only, basically.) With cuts, it’s not the blood he fears but the sensation of skin splitting. It stems from when he was a teenager and got a deep cut on his knee. Little nicks while shaving are no biggie, but papercuts make him lightheaded and make his skin crawl.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s a very relaxed guy who honestly doesn’t stand out much, but his friends know him as the tech guy. Computer or game console acting up? Marcus knows how to fix it. TV or phone bugging out? Call Marcus, he’s your guy.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Like Aurora, he would never get arrested for anything. He’s too nice to do anything like property damage or fighting, and he’s never gotten a ticket for anything in his life.

OC You Ship Them With: Aurora. They’re so precious together, too good, too sweet! They dote on each other and probably unintentionally make other couples jealous. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. Another goody goody two-shoes frustrates him even more than one. The only thing It appreciates about Marcus is that he’s not above using swear words (unlike Aurora). And maybe the fact that he’s willing to fix It’s laptop and game systems for free.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He really likes documentaries and informational books. He’s always interested in learning something new, and he’d much rather watch an hour-long documentary on EBS than watch the newest hit movie. He was the kid in school who always read the assigned Literature, Real World History & Ego World History, and Science books for fun.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He doesn’t like when a side character you grew attached to suddenly dies. They make you care about them, only to kill them off! What the hell?

Talents and/or Powers: Talented with fixing all things tech. He does claim it’s his superpower! lol

Why Someone Might Love Them: When you find a genuinely nice guy who cares a lot about you, you struck gold! Aurora loves his soft, sensitive side when he’s alone with her and also loves his corny jokes. People in general like how laid back he is, as he’s very patient and knows everybody makes mistakes. He’s the guy who will walk an old lady across the street if she needs help, the guy who literally climbed a tree to get a cat out of it (sneaky little Cupcake!). Nice guys do exist, and he’s one of the best!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Again… There’s people like It. They get annoyed with the whole 'nice guy act’, especially once they learn it’s not an act at all but just how he is. They might get jealous when they see how much other people like him, but more often than not they come around, especially after he helps them with something and expects nothing in return.

How They Change: His character hasn’t changed much, either. He’s thoughtful, kind, cheerful… He’s popular with everyone he hangs out with, because he gets along with pretty much everyone. He’s polite, open to new things and opinions, and though he admits he might be a little boring to be around he also doesn’t mind. Such a great guy!

Why You Love Them: He and Aurora are a pair of cinnamon rolls, too sweet, too pure for this world! Even though I created him long before I met Alex, he reminds me of him. lol Marcus is the perfect example for how you should treat your loved ones, and anyone you meet, really. He’s like the Mr. Rogers of the gang, I guess you could say. He just wants everybody to respect each other and be kind to themselves and others.

Sorry if this got super long, I just really love these characters. lol Also! When I was reading your OC post I found it really cool that some of our characters have birthdays either on the same day or really close, that made me smile! :D

Thanks so much for the ask again!!

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Amami Rantaro Fluffy Alphabet

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

He likes that you don't judge him for face value. He also finds you kindness very attractive as well.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

He loves children, and is great with children. He would be a great father, but doesn't want children with just anyone. He is very picky that he needs his partner to be a good parent as well.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?.

He will hold you face-to-face, a big spoon, a little spoon, really any cuddles are good cuddles.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

He prefers casual dates to the expensive fancy dates. Most of his preferred dates are just at a coffee shop.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are everything

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

When he found that the both of you really had a connection and that he felt closer to you than anyone else.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

He is very gentle. Always gentle, no matter what.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

He is very casual with holding hands or even throwing his arm around your shoulders.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

He saw you and though of you a lot like he did Keade- sweet, trustworthy, and reliable- someone he would want to get to know better.

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

He likes pulling harmless pranks just for laughs, like the James Vetch rubber ducks in the apartment, or replying for spam emails.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

He has many types of kisses, it really depends of the situations. He does enjoy the occasional pecks on the cheek, but when you are alone, things quickly escalate into a heated and passionate make out session.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

You say it first, as it just seemed right in the moment. You were having an intimate night, and had just finished a deep and heated kiss. With foreheads pressed together, you gaze deep into each other's eyes, and the words just come out naturally, without you even thinking about it. He kisses you once more before saying it back.

M = Memory. What’s their favorite memory together?

The first time you made love. It was passionate and intimate, like a ritual of two souls connecting. You both had truly become one. It was perfect, and a night he would never forget.

N = Night. What is their favorite thing to do before bed?

He has his own sleep ritual. First he washes his face, showers, all the hygiene things, then settles into bed and reads a book until he gets tired. He loves to cuddle with you until sleep takes him.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Brown. If he is mister avocado, then you are the skin, you complete him. You are also his core, the pit. A bit ham-handed, but it works for him.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

He may call you 'dear' or 'love' to show you more affection in private, but during the day he calls you by your preferred name.

Q = Quodlibet. Do the like to have deep conversations or debate serious topics?

He delights in debates, especially with someone who is able have a different opinion, and still debate, and leave still having respect for the other person. He cannot stand having debates with people who get emotional, nor can they take differing opinions. In those cases he avoids those topics all together.

R = Rainy Day

Rainy day = Netflix, snacks, pillow fort, and cuddle day

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

He puts on a smile and pushes through, like he always does. If you are sad, He is immediately mother hen/big brother mode and listening to you vent/rant or just cry about what made you upset, and help you make the best of the situation.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

He loves telling you about fun adventures he has had with his sisters, or some of their cute antics.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

He likes laying his head in your lap and falling asleep as you pet him.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He isn't one to show off, but if he does, it's more than likely things you would tease him for previously. For example, if you bought a big bookshelf from Ikea and he was having trouble putting it together, or put it together wrong the first time, and you teased him… you best believe he won't rest until he gets it right, then brags about how wrong you were to tease him. " See, that was easy, I was just testing YOU the first time to see if you knew what you were doing.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

He is pretty casual, but traditional with his proposal. He would more than likely talk to you about it first, just to test the waters and get your opinion if he were to 'hypothetically' propose. Then he would just take you on a nice date and propose to you on the walk home.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

Wolf in sheep's clothing

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the syrup to my pancakes. Yep that was random, but he honestly just thinks of whatever random pairs of things he can think of.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

He loves all types of animals, dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, fish, Guinea pigs, ect… But he finds he enjoys having a few budgies of various colors, along with a few fish tanks in his house full of exotic fish.

>Mod Rin (I finished this half done one that old mod Anju sent me, my words are in italics)

[impala-dreamer]

The Last Straw

SPN FanFic

~Sam takes things a little too serious, and all you really want out of life is a freakin’ cookie.~

Sam x Reader, Dean, surprise OC

3,495 Words 

Warnings: Supremely Fluffy with a hint of spicy Angst. But mostly disgustingly fluffy. Please brush your teeth afterwards. 

A/N: This is another gem for my ‘Give Em A Merry Christmas’ treasure chest. A shout out to @fandom-queen-of-wonderland who submitted an idea for a Dean x Reader with the line “All I want is Christmas is a gingerbread man and some peace and quiet!”. As you can see, it’s not Dean x Reader, but trust me, Dean is as sweet as a freshly baked blueberry pie in this. I hope you like it. Also, there is a surprise for one of my favorite followers in here. I’m not going to call her out, but I’m pretty sure she’ll pick up on it when it gets to that bit. ;) Hope you all enjoy!

Feedback is GOLD ~ My Masterlist ~ Christmas 2017 Fic Corral

Like many things in your crazy life, getting pregnant was not planned. Well, honestly, if you took it a bit further back, meeting and falling in love with Sam Winchester wasn’t planned either. Neither was getting into Hunting, or even being aware that all the things that went bump in the night actually did go bump in the night, but hey, it happened, but that’s a story for another day.

While you and Sam had no plan to officially marry, the unexpected news of the bun now occupying your oven was nonetheless welcomed. From the moment Sam had thoroughly absorbed the news, he went a little bit off the deep end helping you to prepare. Like the true nerd he was, Sam read every single baby book in the Lebanon Library, scoured the internet for information, even joined babycenter.com as Soon2BPapaWin2017. He stalked the message boards, chatted with expectant mothers, and dove headfirst into taking care of you and his future bundle of joy.

He was so adorable when researching baby gear, often spending late nights reading every review of his chosen product only to write it off in favor of something that looked just a tiny bit safer. He filled up his online shopping carts on Amazon and BabiesRUs with the best of the best, never buying anything, because he knew he could find better. He only wanted the best for his child, and in turn, you.

While Sam couldn’t protect you with rubber bumpers on table corners, or wrap you in bubble wrap, he could try to protect you in another, rather annoying way. Sam took it upon himself to get you healthy, and while he meant for the best, and you loved him for it, it was driving you nuts.

He had tried to insist that you stop hunting, but you slapped him so hard upon the first mention, that he didn’t bring it up again. It wasn’t until well into your seventh month that you voluntarily stayed back, not wanting to slow the guys down. The worst part, though, was that during the entire nine months of your pregnancy, Sam insisted you follow a strict diet that he concocted, filling you up with more vegetables and random vegan proteins than you had ever seen in your life. Add to that Sam guilting you into joining him in prenatal yoga, and taking no less than three walks a day while you were home, by your third trimester, you were done.

Through all your whining and discomfort, Sam was by your side, never letting you drink a single kale smoothie by yourself. He was getting you both healthy, and he practiced what he preached. While he was pushing every last one of your buttons, you did appreciate the love he put into every annoying thing he did.

Dean was another story altogether, and the soon to be uncle slowly became your best friend and savior, often sneaking you chocolate when you needed it most, and letting you fall asleep on him when Sam had pushed you an extra mile.

Both Winchesters were excited and happy for the next generation to arrive, but they went about showing their joy in rather opposite ways. Sam answered your complaints with offers of cocoa butter lotion and random science facts, while Dean would tuck a pillow under your back, flip on Netflix, and rub your tired feet. When watching you choke down green leafy things, Dean often jokingly promised to take you out for a steak dinner before the baby arrived, and it always pissed Sam off. He would throw his hands up and stalk away, mumbling to himself about how he was just trying to help and make sure everyone was healthy.

Sure, he was over the top and the food was disgusting, but he was just trying to help.

As Christmas rolled around, you found, much to your dismay, that you were rolling around too. Your ankles were swollen, your back ached, and your stomach shot out so far in front of you that it looked like you were having triplets.

Waddling through the Bunker in search of something to do that wouldn’t get you in trouble with the father to be, your nose picked up a deliciously warm, spicy scent and your feet turned towards the kitchen.

Nutmeg and ginger filled the air, making your stomach grumble as you floated towards the oven. Sam turned around to greet you with a kiss and a smile as he set a freshly cooled plate of cookies down on the counter.

“Hey, Baby,” he said, kissing your nose. “And Baby…” he smiled and bent down to kiss your giant belly.

Laughing at his goofy smile, you shook your head. “You’re gonna have to come up with a new pet name for at least one of us or it’ll be confusing.”

“Well that will depend on what Little Baby is,” he told you, gently rubbing a huge hand over the apex of your stomach. “Still don’t want to find out?”

“Nah,” you said with a tiny laugh. “I’m only doing this once, might as well keep the surprise.” Your smile faded to a deep grimace as the baby kicked hard, and Sam jumped in shock. His face lit up with such a smile as he felt his child press against his hand, that you couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s so cool,” he said under his breath.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, maybe for you. Little Winchester’s been kicking the shit out of me all day. He’s very aggressive. I think he takes after his uncle.”

“He?”

“Just a guess,” you shrugged and then licked your lips as you looked around Sam to the cookies not being eaten. “And, like his uncle, Baby is also hungry.”

“I made you a treat,” Sam grinned and went to grab the plate.

“I’m starving, thank you!” Happiness filled your soul as you looked down to see what appeared to be a plate of real, legitimate gingerbread men cookies. With an excited grin, you picked up the top cookie and lifted it to your nose, taking a sniff. It smelled right… but…

Sam watched carefully and without comment as you opened your mouth, but something in his eyes made you stop before the treat hit your tongue.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s in this cookie?”

An innocent laugh left his pink lips and Sam shook his head in shock. “What? Nothing.”

“Sam…”

“It’s good, trust me.”

Your eyes narrowed as you looked from the cookie to your boyfriend, not for one second believing his lie. Nine months of quinoa and spinach cakes had made you more than suspicious. Even being Christmas, there was no way that Sam was suddenly going to let you have a normal cookie.

“What’s in this cookie, Sam?”

“Just taste it.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s made of.”

“I’ll tell you after you taste it.”

The baby kicked again, clearly wanting some food, and so, after a deep breath, you closed your eyes, took a bite, and instantly spit it back out. “Oh good God, what is this?”

“Flax seed,” Sam laughed.

“What?” You wiped your mouth with your sleeve and stared up at him in pained shock.

“Flax seed. It’s good for you.”

A deep, burning anger rolled through your gut and pushed out from your lips with a screeching wail that echoed through the Bunker. “Dean!”

Boots pounded the hard floor as Dean flew through the hall, and he jumped down the kitchen steps, out of breath and panicked.

“Y/N! What is it? You gonna have the baby?”

“We’re gonna have a funeral!” you yelled, fists clenched as you stepped forward, scaring Sam enough so that he backed away slowly.

Dean gripped the wall, catching his breath as he assessed the situation. “What?”

“I’m about to murder your brother.”

Sam held his palms up in surrender as you came closer and closer. “Y/N/N, I’m just trying…”

“Don’t!” you shouted and shook a fist up at him. “Don’t you ‘Y/N/N’ me, Sam! This is all your fault! I’m fat and tired and starving and you won’t let me eat! I hate seeds! I hate salad! I want Indian food, goddammit! The baby wants pizza and Hostess cupcakes! You’re trying to kill me is what you’re doing! And now? This cookie?” You threw the offending gingerbread man at his head, barely missing him. Sam ducked and looked to his brother for help, but Dean stood in the doorway, smartly keeping his mouth shut. “How dare you! All I want for Christmas is a motherfucking Gingerbread Man and you gave me this! I hate you!”

Sam’s lips quivered in shock, struggling to find something to say that would soothe you, but there was nothing. He watched with sad puppy eyes as your rage turned to tears and your knees gave out. He tried to catch you as you sank to the floor, but you pushed him away, angry and tired.

“No! Leave me alone, Sam! This is the last straw! I can't...I can't…”

Finally, Dean moved from his place by the door and hurried to your side. He scooped you up without a word, and you gratefully fell into his flannel covered arms.

Ten minutes later, you were out cold on the couch, having passed out with your head on Dean's shoulder. Carefully, and with the finesse of a cat burglar, Dean slid out from underneath you and stretched.

Sam was in the doorway, watching with a frown. “She hates me,” he said as Dean pushed himself up from the sofa.

Dean shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh!” Waving Sam out of the room he went on, “She doesn't hate you, Sam. It's like...hormones and shit. And the poor girl...dude, you gotta let her eat; she's starving.”

“She eats!”

“Rabbit food, man. She's eating for two and neither one of them likes tomatoes. And you know that and still you put tomatoes on everything. Also, seed cookies?” Dean hung his head in disgust. “It's Christmas, Sammy. How could you?”

Sam’s jaw twitched. “I'm just trying to do what's best. You don't know, Dean. You haven't read all the books, you don't know what could go wrong. Gestational diabetes, preeclampsia, placenta previa...You just don’t know!”

“Sam…”

“The baby could be breech! Do you have any idea what that means, Dean!” Sam’s hands swam through his hair as his eyes grew wide with worry. “Peripartum cardiomyopathy...she… she could have a friggin’ heart attack at any time!”

“Sammy…” Dean tried to snap Sam out of his rant, but the taller brother began to spin as his eyes darted about the room, seeming to read all the horrible things he’d seen on the air.

“That’s not even what could happen during labor! She could get an infection, she could bleed out! Just… die. You don’t understand, Dean. I have to keep her safe. I have to!”

“Damn it, Sammy, stop!” Dean grabbed Sam’s shoulder and jerked him to a halt. “Listen to me! You have to calm down. That’s all worst case stuff. Y/N is healthy, so is the baby. You’re the only one causing any problems.” Sam stared at him, silent and pained, but Dean sighed and went on. “Now, just relax. Nothing that could go wrong is gonna be fixed by force feeding your girlfriend plexiglass seeds or whatevers.”

“Flax.”

“What?”

“Flax. Flax seed.”

“Whatever,” Dean cringed. “The point is, you have got to let up. She’s miserable, can’t you see that?”

Sam pulled away enough to look over his shoulder at you. Your cheek was smushed against the seat, your hair a mess of sweat and tears. “She’s fine,” Sam argued. “Besides, we’ve only got a few weeks left.”

“Exactly, so why not let her enjoy it?”

Sam shook his head sternly and turned back to Dean. “No. I have to protect her, and this is the best way I can right now. This baby is…” He paused, not sure how to explain himself.

Dean filled the empty space. “It’s just a baby, Sam. People have them everyday. Sometimes more than one at a time.”

“No. You just don’t get it.” Sam gave up, and after a last look at your snoring face, he pushed passed Dean and set off in a huff. “And you can stop sneaking her Snickers when you think I’m not around, Dean.”

“Well, screw you too,” Dean muttered under his breath. “I’ll give her a damn Snickers if I want. This ain’t prison.”

You stirred on the couch, and Dean popped his head in the room to check on you. He would have attempted to carry you to bed, but you always hated that, and he was afraid he’d drop you now anyway.

“Dean?” You blinked into the dim light, woken by a ridiculously loud grumble in your tummy.

“Hey, Sweetheart, you want to go to bed?” Dean extended a hand, which you took, but shook your head, declining his offer.

“No,” you told him as you tugged his arm, pulling him down close to you. “What I want… what I need… is meat.”

Dean laughed and bent closer to kiss your forehead. “I know, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“No, Dean, I’m serious.” You lifted your chin to look him straight in the eyes and took a fistful of his shirt between your fingers. “I need you to break me out of here. You’ve been saying for months you’re gonna take me to a steakhouse. Come on, El Chapo, Today’s the day!”

“Y/N/N…” Dean’s hand closed around your fist and he patted your fingers gently. “We can’t. Sam’s just being…”

“Nuts,” you cut in. “He’s insane. Do you know he makes me take this giant vitamin every morning? It’s the size of a golf ball, Dean.” Tears were springing up behind your eyes as you begged him to help you. “And I have to wash it down with… he calls it milk, but goddammit, Dean, it didn’t come from no cow. You gotta help. If I smell another blade of wheatgrass I’m gonna cut my nose off. Please. You gotta help me.”

You could tell you’d won in the way his shoulders dropped. Dean sighed and bit his lip, looking down at you with such sympathy it tugged at your heart. Sure, you were pathetic, but that was your card to play right now. It wasn’t as if you were milking it, Sam was literally torturing you with all the health food. For the last three weeks you’d been dreaming of oreos; that couldn’t be normal.

With one last pitiful pout, you whispered your prayer to the green-eyed superhero you called friend. “Please, Dean.”

“If he finds out, he’s gonna kill me.”

“It’s just a burger, Dean. What could go wrong?”

The steakhouse was not open, as it was nearly one in the morning on Christmas Eve, but Millie’s Diner was open all night.

You sat sideways in the booth because your belly wouldn’t fit, but you couldn’t care less about how you looked. Dean ordered a giant meal for you both, and you matched him bite for bite. The fries were overdone and deliciously crispy. The milkshake was cold and divine. The burger… you couldn’t find a word for it. Your brain frizzled when the rare meat and melted cheese hit your tongue, and all you could do was close your eyes and sigh happily. Dean watched you with a smile as you devoured your dinner, and even gave you a strip of bacon right off his burger. “For the baby,” he said with a wink. You didn’t care if it was for the baby, or your hips, you needed it all.

Smacking your lips, you sat back with a satisfied grin and rubbed your belly. “Thank you, dude. That was amazing.”

Dean mirrored your pose, right down to the belly rub. “It was. Good idea, Y/N/N.”

A flash of pain wrapped around your middle and you cringed as it stopped your breath. “Ow.”

Dean’s head snapped up from his plate where he’d been eyeing a drop of cheese that had been left behind. “You OK?”

You nodded quickly and shifted a bit in the seat. “Yeah, this table is just uncomfortable.”

“Well,” Dean laughed. “We could have sat at the counter, but you’re a little off balance lately.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and then tensed up as another wave of pain circled your belly. “Ouch!”

“Y/N/N…”

Dean sat forward, eyeing you suspiciously, but you waved him off. “Just indigestion,” you assured him. “I’m good.” You hissed at another stabbing pain, this one harder and coming up from below. “Gaah!”

“OK, that’s not OK, Y/N.” Dean scooted to the end of his seat and moved to stand up.

“No! No! Sit.” You took a deep breath and forced a smile. “I’m good.” Another crackle of daggers around your sides. “Fuck!” You gasped but kept your lips lifted in a smile that was nothing short of creepy now. “Pie? They have pie. Let’s get pie.”

“Sweetheart, the only thing we’re getting is you to the hospital.” Dean finally stood up and had your elbow in his hand, trying to urge you up.

“No, no hospital. I’m fine.” The last word came out on the end of a scream that turned every head in the brightly lit diner. “Dean! I think I’m in labor.”

“Yeah, Y/N/N, I know.” Dean picked you up and slung your arm around his shoulder, carefully guiding you to the exit. He paused to hand the waitress some cash, who basically pushed you both out of the door.

“Dean!”

“Oh, Sam is gonna kill me.”

Sam probably would have killed you both, but all of his anger, fear, and months of worry faded away when he held his daughter in his arms. Tessa Rose was born on Christmas Eve after an exhausting seventeen hours of labor. She was soft and squirming, already a loud and feisty Winchester as she cried as Sam tried to adjust her against his chest. He’d read every book ever written on infants, but holding the newborn, his newborn, was something he was not prepared for.

You lay in bed, slipping in and out of sleep, watching with a pain-killer induced smile as Sam struggled in the chair next to your bed. His face was twisted with nerves, but his eyes were calm and happy. Finally, Tessa found a spot that she seemed to like, and fell asleep against her daddy’s chest. Sam rocked gently side to side and looked over at you with a truly contented smile.

“You did a great job, Mommy,” he said.

“Well, I had help.”

Sam frowned and let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I went a little…”

“Psycho Father To Be?” you laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” Sam nodded sadly and looked away, but you sat up and reached for his hand. “Hey, Sam, I get it. It’s OK. I love you. You’re gonna be an amazing dad. You just have to learn to go with the flow.”

Sam smiled and fit his fingers through yours. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Dean appeared in the doorway and cleared his throat. “OK, can we roll the credits on this RomCom? I want to see my niece.”

“Come on in.” Sam sat up and gently lifted Tessa from her spot, showing her off to Dean.

“Oh, she is… awesome.” Dean grinned and took the baby in his arms, smiling down at the perfectly chubby cheeks and dusting of brown hair. Tessa popped open her eyes and batted her delicate lashes, instantly wrapping her uncle around her finger. Dean kissed her forehead and then set her down on the bed. “I got a you a present, Tessa.”

Sam climbed into bed with you and you snuggled together as Dean pulled a red velvet Christmas stocking from his jacket. Before you could stop him, Dean pulled the sock up over Tessa’s legs, and the baby sank down into it, her chin popping up over the white faux fur.

“Dean, what are you doing to my baby?” you asked from your spot under Sam’s arm.

Dean laughed to himself and snapped a picture of your festively swaddled daughter. “That one’s going on the fridge.”

“Take it off,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Why?” Dean picked Tessa up and held her aloft. “She’s the best Christmas present ever.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Sam echoed, and pulled you close. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Sam.” You looked up and placed a warm kiss on his lips. “Merry Christmas, Dean,” you added, looking over at the giddy man holding a stocking full of baby.

Dean shifted Tessa to lay in the crook of his arm, and kissed the tip of her tiny nose. “God bless us,” he said softly. “Every one.”

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• SUMMARY: After a student is gruesomely murdered on campus, Baek Haeju finds herself trying to extract information from the only person who might know the truth. But is secretive English major Min Yoongi just a witness? Or is he the culprit?

• WARNINGS: Death, murders, sex.

• WORDS: 3803.

"I need another reason, tell me to breathe

The dirtier the sound, the best I breathe

I tried to do it all for you , it didn't do anything for me."

I've Got Friends | Manchester Orchestra

She feels dirty. Although she's standing under the shower head and the water is hot and cleansing, she feels dirty.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this.

Haeju closes her eyes and wraps her arms around herself, as if searching for protection. She feels Jungkook's hands all over her skin, she feels Jungkook's breath in her mouth, and she still feels him. Her purity ring is scorching her finger, a reminder of a promise she is slowly breaking.

How did it happen?

"I love you, Haeju," repeats Jungkook, his hands on her hips. Haeju doesn't know what to say but kisses him back, because she doesn't want him to suspect that she's already falling for Yoongi. Jungkook doesn't deserve this; he doesn't deserve this kind of deceit. Haeju is a floozy who has no control over her feelings, obviously, and Jungkook is just trying to look out for her.

They kiss, eager and needy, and somehow they ended in her bed, Jungkook sliding his hand under her shirt. His hands feel warm and Haeju moans with every daring move, with every little touch. Jungkook presses himself against her and Haeju opens her eyes when she feels that Jungkook is, well, ready for more.

"Jungkook, I..."

"Haeju, you're amazing," he says hoarsely, unbuttoning her shirt. Haeju just lies there, watching him undress her, watching him undress himself, and she's still not talking. He kisses her over and over again, mumbling sweet nothings into her ear. Her door is closed, but Chaerin is in the next room and the walls are not that thick. Haeju's brain is working fast, trying to understand the enormity of what is happening.

"I... you can ask me to stop," says Jungkook nervously. "Just say the word and I'll slow down, okay?"

Haeju feels terrified and uneasy, but she wants to show Jungkook that she loves him. She has loved him for years, hasn't she? And true love waits, right? And what is this if it isn't true love?

Jungkook is fast asleep on her bed, and here she is, taking a shower to erase him away. She wasn't ready for this, not at all. So, they didn't go all the way, but Jungkook touched her in ways nobody had ever touched her before. Haeju remembers the chills running down her spine when his fingers pushed inside of her, making her feel lightheaded. She touched him too, awkwardly and slowly, but Jungkook seemed to enjoy it.

Her head hurts, but the thing that bothers her the most is that her soul feels broken. And for some unexplainable reason, she feels like she cheated on Yoongi.

She finishes taking the shower and dresses quickly after she's done drying herself, not bothering with her hair. She walks back to her room and she sees Chaerin drinking a glass of milk in the living room, and Haeju blinks dazedly.

"Chaerin, it's late," whispers Haeju.

"You're happy, aren't you," says Chaerin pensively. "It was always me, the one who was happy. And now you have everything. Where did I go wrong, Haeju bear?"

Haeju walks over to the couch and sits next to Chaerin, hugging her close. Chaerin starts crying into Haeju's shoulder and they both hold to each other for a while. "I miss Chaeku," sniffles Chaerin. "I miss him so much."

"He's an idiot," says Haeju angrily. "He's a jerk for cheating on you. You deserve better."

Chaerin takes a deep breath and laughs nervously, sniffling again. "Haeju... don't ruin this thing with Jungkook. He's the one for you... don't ruin it."

Haeju hugs Chaerin again, her eyes wide open, and she's unable to speak.

xxxx

"You're really quiet today," says Yoongi, interrupting his scribbling to look at her.

"I'm tired," blushes Haeju, not looking at him in the eye. "You know, went to bed late and all."

"I had a great time last night," smiles Yoongi, and brushes the top of her hand with his finger. Haeju looks around, hoping that no one saw that, but her classmates are busy working on the assignment Miss Dawes handed out earlier.

"Me too," says Haeju, trying to reciprocate the smile. She is still thinking of Jungkook and how he kissed her before leaving her apartment, promising her to take her out on an actual date soon. Haeju can't help but think that there was guilt in Jungkook's face, and that maybe he regrets what happened. Hopefully not.

"I really appreciate what you did for Tae," says Yoongi somberly. "You stood up for him even though you haven't known him for that long. And you said that you want to get to know me better... so, I think that it's time to tell you about something I haven't been completely honest about."

Haeju sees Wesley glaring at them, and her cheeks feel hot. Is Yoongi finally going to talk about Yangmi? The secret society? She feels terrible because Yoongi is opening up to her and she keeps hiding information from him. She looks at her purity ring and shame takes over her emotions, but she can't let Yoongi see this.

"That sounds intriguing," smiles Haeju. "Looking forward to it."

"Good," grins Yoongi. "That's great. Can I ask you something? Would you ever consider getting a tattoo?"

"A ta-ta-ttoo?" mumbles Haeju. "I don't know. I don't think so."

Oh no, Yoongi wants her to get a tattoo, doesn't he? This definitely means that he is talking about the secret society. Is Yoongi going to ask her to join? This is way more than she bargained for, although she knows that Jungkook will be delighted about this.

"Maybe I will make you change your mind," winks Yoongi, and he goes back to his notes as Miss Dawes walks by. Baek... do you feel like taking a risk today?"

"You're asking a lot of weird questions," grins Haeju. "It depends."

"I'll be right back, class," says Miss Dawes, and she leaves the classroom.

"Let's get out of here," smirks Yoongi, grabbing his books from the desk and throwing them inside his backpack, and Haeju stares at him.

"Skip?" frowns Haeju.

"We already sat here for most of the class," shrugs Yoongi. "So... what do you say?"

Haeju feels a smile tug at the corner of her lips when she sees the mischief in Yoongi's eyes, and she nods as she starts collecting her things. The rest of the class is staring at them as they leave the classroom, and Yoongi and Haeju are stifling their laughter as they run down the hall.

"You do know this is college, right?" mocks Yoongi. "You can leave a class whenever you want to."

"I know, but running makes it more fun, doesn't it?" says Haeju cheerfully as they push the main doors open, sunlight greeting them once they step out.

xxxx

"Charm was a scheme for making strangers like and trust a person immediately," reads Haeju. "No matter what the charmer had in mind."

Yoongi is sitting next to her, their shoulders touching, and their fingers are intertwined as they hold hands. "I can have oodles of charm when I want to," quotes Yoongi, not looking at the book.

"Breakfast of Champions is one of my personal favorites," says Haeju happily. "Although this copy has your scribbles all over it. Blasphemy!"

"It's not blasphemy; it's admiration," says Yoongi pompously. "Admiration, appreciation... but not blasphemy."

"This is a really old copy," says Haeju, impressed. She holds the Vonnegut book carefully in her hands as Yoongi smiles smugly, finishing what's left of his candy bar. They're both sitting on Yoongi's bed, going through books, and Haeju closes the novel.

"I'm keeping this one," she says, holding the book close to her chest.

"Stealing my books already?" sighs Yoongi mockingly. "Damn it, woman! What's next? Changing my wardrobe?"

"Well, you do wear too much black..." giggles Haeju, and Yoongi pretends to look hurt.

"Oh, well, if you say so," he says, moving closer. "You can twist my rubber arm anytime."

Haeju puts the book aside, her eyes locking with Yoongi's, and she can already feel how her heart rate is picking up. Yoongi pushes the rest of the books off the bed, his eyes searching for something in Haeju's face, and this makes her nervous. The mood in the room has changed, and it feels heavy with something she can't quite describe, but she waits.

"There's something different about you today," Yoongi notes, touching Haeju's chin with his finger.

"Um..." Haeju blushes, thinking about what happened with Jungkook. "I feel the same. Nothing has really changed."

"I just missed you, I guess," says Yoongi as he leans in. He places his hands on Haeju's waist, and slowly coaxes her into lying down, his body on top of hers. Haeju holds her breath as Yoongi's lips tease hers, but he doesn't kiss her. Yoongi is merely looking at her with interest, and she feels his belt brushing her stomach.

"When I'm around you..." Yoongi trails off. "All I can think about is getting you to kiss me."

And Yoongi looks scared and terribly vulnerable, as if he just confessed the darkest secret ever. Haeju wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in, closing the gap between their lips. Yoongi is kissing her gently and sweetly, and all the memories from the previous night are gone from Haeju's mind.

Haeju parts her lips, allowing Yoongi to deepen the kiss. Haeju is marveled by the way their tongues move in sync, as if it has always been meant to be this way. Her soft moans are muffled as Yoongi starts kissing her faster and aggressively, and she feels one of his hands starting to slide under her shirt. But it feels okay, and she wants this.

She really does.

Yoongi lets go of her lips as his hand trails upward, touching the fabric of Haeju's bra. He's looking at her as if asking for permission, and Haeju can't help but giggle. "You should look at your face," she says shyly.

"Haeju, I don't want to pressure you into anything," he says seriously. "I know about your ring and your vow and... er, I can live without this."

But I can't, thinks Haeju, and this thought surprises her.

"I trust you," says Haeju quietly.

Yoongi's expression changes, and she can see the lust in his eyes as his hand moves to Haeju's back, swiftly unhooking her bra. Haeju lets out a little gasp when Yoongi's fingers slide under her bra, barely touching her sensitive skin.

"Fuck," breathes Yoongi, crushing his lips against Haeju's. Their kissing is different now, it's full of want and electricity, and Haeju arches her back as Yoongi continues to touch her. It feels amazing, and a million sensations are running through her body, and she wants more and more.

Yoongi's lips move to her neck, his tongue making her shiver as he traces circles on her skin with it. He starts unbuttoning her blouse and she lets him, not because she feels that she needs to let him do it, but because she wants him to do it. She doesn't want to overthink this.

Yoongi places kisses all over her collarbone, then he pushes aside the bra and his mouth is on her breasts, her stomach, everywhere. Every single spot he kisses it's like he's leaving a mark, she can feel how her skin is burning, and Haeju had never felt like this before. Yoongi moves up and kisses her on the lips again, and then he chuckles against his lips.

"What?" Haeju asks, wondering if she's doing something wrong.

"You're just too fucking perfect," he says, and then he collapses next to her, quickly wrapping his arms around her.

"You stopped," says Haeju, trying to not sound too disappointed.

"I don't want to do, um, stuff in here," says Yoongi. "People come in here all the time, Ross Hall's residents have no respect for personal boundaries. Just like my parents. I will never forget that time when I was with Seulah and-".

Yoongi stops talking, and he stares at the ceiling instead. Haeju's chest is pressed against his, so she can feel how Yoongi's heartbeat is too fast, how his heart seems to be threatening to burst out of his chest. Yoongi remains silent, so Haeju takes this opportunity to slide her hands between them and fix her clothing, and then she kisses him on the cheek.

"Talk to me," says Haeju.

"Ha, I don't know if you want to hear my sob story," he mumbles, cuddling closer to her.

"Tell me yours, I'll tell you mine," says Haeju, taking in Yoongi's scent and warmth.

"Um... Seulah was my first girlfriend," he says shakily. "Tae, Hoseok, Seulah and yours truly used to hang out all the time. Good times."

"What happened?" asks Haeju.

"Seulah died," says Yoongi heavily. "She got hit by a drunk driver while she was riding her bike... It was horrible. I can't forget the funeral; they had a closed casket ceremony and all. I was never able to see her again."

"I'm so sorry," says Haeju sincerely, kissing him on the cheek again.

"Yeah... well," says Yoongi, clearing his throat. "Stuff happens."

"Is that why you're so... guarded?" asks Haeju.

"Perhaps," says Yoongi numbly. "I don't know. My life has been a little messed up ever since she died... I spent much of my time trying to find the bastard who killed her. The guy or woman drove off after the accident. I still don't know who it was. My belief in God was already in trouble at the time, but I lost all faith after that."

"God's actions are hard to understand sometimes," says Haeju softly.

"Well, if he does exist, he's kind of a dick," says Yoongi spitefully. "Sorry. I... Sorry."

Haeju holds him closer and Yoongi does the same, giving her a sad smile. "What's your sob story, Baek?"

"Nothing compared to this," says Haeju in embarrassment.

"Aw, a nun hit you with a ruler?" teases Yoongi.

"Yes! I couldn't move my hands for days," says Haeju sarcastically.

"Wow, you deserve an award for that," continues Yoongi. "Seriously, when you wake in the morning I bet you only need two more miracles to be a saint."

"The funny thing is, they used to call me Saint Haeju at my old school," says Haeju sadly. "I was very... conservative and withdrawn. I changed when I started dating K.C, but I was still too much of a prude, apparently.

"Meh, Kang turned into a bully anyway," says Yoongi dismissively. "He wasn't worth your time."

"Yeah...Haeju stops, realizing something. "Wait. How do you know his last name? And how do you know that he turned into a bully?"

"You told me," says Yoongi quickly.

"I did?" asks Haeju, raising an eyebrow. She doesn't remember ever mentioning that to Yoongi, but if he says she did... No, wait. She really never mentioned this to him. How does he know?

"Yoongi" starts Haeju, but Yoongi's phone starts ringing and he moves away from her. "Yeah?" says Yoongi into the speaker. "Are you ready?"

Haeju lies there, realizing that she really doesn't know Yoongi at all. Her feelings for him are too complicated right now, and this, well, sucks.

"Haeju," says Yoongi, hanging up. "You said you trust me, right?"

Haeju sits on the bed and fixes her hair, nodding. Yoongi seems hesitant before speaking, and he digs his hands in his pockets, not looking directly at her.

"I have something to show you."

xxxx

The Wilson building has been neglected for years now. The only reasons why the school hasn't gotten rid of it is due to budget issues, and because it's of sentimental value to the university alumni. Stories of intense partying and mysterious disappearances are part of the building, and Haeju has heard way too many anecdotes from Jungkook.

And this is where Yangmi was found, thinks Haeju anxiously.

But now they're heading over there, Yoongi's hand holding Haeju's tightly, and she feels dizzy. Yoongi looks around to make sure that no one is following them, and he takes a key out of his pocket, unlocking the front door. They walk down the hallway in silence, their footsteps echoing and loud, and Haeju notices that everything looks clean and tidy. She expected ruins and dirt, but it seems that someone has been attending to the building.

Yoongi stops in front of two heavy wooden doors, and Haeju can hear people talking on the other side. Yoongi turns around, his face flushes, and he lets go of Haeju's hand.

"They know we're friends, but only Hoseok and Tae know what's really going on between us," explains Yoongi. "I don't want the rest of them to know yet."

"Them?" blurts Haeju. Yoongi considers her for a second and then gulps, his features tainted with nerves.

"I trust you," says Yoongi, still sounding cautious. "You have to promise me that you will never talk about what you're going to see tonight. I had my doubts about you witnessing this part of my life, but Tae insisted to, um, let you in."

"Okay," says Haeju slowly, barely able to breathe.

"Do you promise to never talk about this?" asks Yoongi seriously.

"I promise," nods Haeju, her heartbeats betraying her. All this lying is getting to her, and she doesn't know if she will able to hold on any longer. Because it's a fact that she's irrevocably falling for Yoongi, and hurting him is the last thing she wants to do.

But she's doing it for Jungkook. She made a promise to Jungkook first, and if that means that she has to break her promise to Yoongi, so be it.

"In that room," says Yoongi, pointing at the door in front of them. "My name is not Yoongi."

"Really?" mocks Haeju, trying to lighten the mood. "What is it, then?"

Yoongi takes a deep breath, placing his hand on the doorknob, and he looks at Haeju straight in the eye like he never has before.

"It's Quicksilver."

Haeju doesn't even have time to wrap her mind about what Yoongi just said, but he's already pulling her into the old classroom, and people are standing around, drinking and talking.

There is a faint smell of weed coming from the far corner of the room, and she sees how Yoongi wrinkles his nose in disgust at it.

"Guys, not in here," he says.

The room goes suddenly silent, and Haeju glances all over the place, her heart thudding. Jung Chaeku, his girlfriend Soojin, Choi Bongchol, Lee Jiah, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon and his brother, Seokjin. They are all here.

"What is she doing here?" snaps Seokjin.

"Where's Pica?" asks Yoongi, ignoring Seokjin.

"Won't be able to make it... she's busy," shrugs Bongchol, smiling at Haeju.

"What's going on?" mutters Haeju.

"As all of you know, Haeju here stood up for Tae the other day," says Yoongi proudly. People murmur their approval and Tae lets out a little squeal.

"Protecting one of us is quite an admirable thing," says Namjoon, raising his glass of champagne.

"One of us?" asks Haeju, feigning ignorance. "I don't understand..."

"We're Acuity," says Hoseok brightly. "We're a secret society on campus. This society has been around since the 80s, and it was founded by someone we like to call... Snake."

"What do you guys do in here?" asks Haeju, feeling like she's about to pass out.

"Ah, one thing at a time," says Yoongi, smirking. "Let me introduce you to everyone in here."

"I know him," says Haeju, pointing at Chaeku, who blushes intensely. Soojin shoots Haeju a dirty look and wraps an arm around Chaeku possessively.

"So this is why you grew distant from Chaerin," mentions Haeju casually, looking at Chaeku.

"Yeah, I... yeah," says Chaeku sheepishly, gazing adoringly into Soojin's eyes.

"You already know I'm Quicksilver," says Yoongi. "Hoseok is Aeon, Jiah is Astir, Bongchol is Beam, Namjoon is Charmer, Seokjin is Posh - Yoongi's lips curl up when he says this - Tae is Foxy, Soojin is Pas, and Chaeku is Jock. Pica isn't here today, she rarely makes it to meetings, but you'll get to know her eventually."

"Is she joining?" asks Jiah, narrowing her eyes. "Isn't she like, friends with Jeon Jungkook?"

"No, not anymore," says Yoongi crossly. "Or did you miss the fight they had weeks ago?"

"Well, last time I talked to him he seemed very vague about the nature of his relationship with Haeju," says Jiah simply, crossing her arms.

"Ignore her," says Yoongi, rolling his eyes. "Haeju, we want you to join Acuity. You're perfect for it."

"What?" scoffs Jiah.

"Yay!" says Tae happily, running over to Haeju and hugging her tightly. "I really like you, Baek Haeju!

"Um, thanks," blushes Haeju as Tae lets go.

"I don't see why not," shrugs Hoseok, giving Yoongi a knowing smile.

"No complaints from me," says Namjoon, glaring at Seokjin, who still seems upset about the whole thing. Jiah says nothing and continues to stare blankly at Haeju, and Bongchol gives Yoongi the thumbs up.

"What do I have to do?" asks Haeju.

"You already did something to earn your place... protecting Tae," nods Yoongi. "Soon you will find out why this is relevant. And..." Yoongi shows his tattoo, and then beckons the rest of the group to do the same.

Hoseok turns around and Haeju can see the circle on the back of his neck; Jiah lifts her shirt from the back to reveal a circle on her lower back; Soojin has the tattoo located on her ankle; Chaeku has it on his shoulder blade. Bongchol smiles kindly at her as he shows the circle on his upper arm; Namjoon makes Haeju blush when he lifts his shirt to show the circle on his chest. Seokjin hesitates before showing the tattoo on the back of her ear, and Tae happily shows hers, which is next to her belly button.

"This is why you asked me about getting a tattoo" says Haeju.

"Yes," nods Yoongi. "So, are you in?"

Haeju looks at the group and then back at Yoongi, and everything seems suddenly connected. She needs to find out what this society had to do with Yangmi's death, with Yon dropping out. The only way to solve this mystery, to help Jungkook, is to join Acuity. She never expected to get this lucky, and she tries to push away the thoughts of imminent betrayal that are currently haunting her.

"I... Yes. I'm in."

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