#god this event is going to give me cavities

[ask-sibverse]

Candy Apple (Lunar (Mythoverse Nightmare))

"Come on Lunar the kid needs to have some fun and the au is safe," Solar rumbled at his brother as he watched the tall Nightmare sew a new outfit for the child they had been raising.

"Well I don't think it is. Cura is having fun here just fine," Lunar replied, looking at his brother. His glasses reflected in the firelight as they sat in the living room of the castle that Lunar claimed back while they had been fighting

"Then you pick a place to take him or Killer will. Come on, our little Ink baby is turning eight. Do something special for him," Solar pointed out. Lunar huffed at that. His brother had a point, the kid had been asking to go somewhere special for his birthday instead of being stuck in the castle again. And his family minions have been asking him for the same thing for the kid.

"Fine, but I have to approve the au," Lunar grumbled. Solar got up and hugged his brother tight, making the other yelp with indignation at his brother daring to show him affection. "Get off me you stupid idiot!" Then Solar was joined by the tall Killer and even taller Horror in hugs. Cross and Dust were laughing at everyone.

"Dust take a picture of this," Killer said.

"Way ahead of you," Dust grinned as he held his camera and started taking photos.

"Get off me all of you! Where is Cura? You were supposed to watch him!" Lunar growled.

"In my arms sleeping, my king," Cross said. "He had fun swimming in the pond with the fish earlier." He brought the tiny Ink over and stuck the sleeping form between everyone to place him on top of Lunar. Dust took more pictures.

"Everyone get off me before Cura wakes up or I will start throwing people out the windows," Lunar growled as he wrapped his tentacles around the small child on his chest.

They gang did with Solar chuckling. "I'll give you a list of aus that have special events going on so you can approve a place."

"Whatever," Lunar grumbled. Almost eight years already and this kid was so much trouble.

"Daddy! Papi! I'm hungry!" Cura cried out as he ran to his parents from his uncle's side. Solar giggled as he picked up the child and nuzzles him.

"Oh you're hungry? What does the birthday boy want?" Solar giggled.

"Candy!" Cura yelled.

Lunar gave a look at Cura. "You haven't even eaten lunch yet. You've just been riding the rides,' he said. "You can have candy after food."

Lunar finally decided on a more modern au that had a theme park. It wasn't an au that knew of the gang and the chaos they caused so it was safe to walk around at the least. Although they still got stares. And this au mostly worshipped the Norse gods and revered "them" as Sköll and Hati. Almost unknown, then.

"But I want candy!" Cura complained. Killer came up beside Solar and poked Cura on the cheek.

"I'll get you something really special if you eat lunch first okay kiddo?" He said with a wide grin. Cura seem to ponder on that and finally nodded. The group went off to get actual food and ate it at once of the park picnic tables. Killer whisked Cura off once he woke up from a short nap and complained about being hungry again. And Lunar was getting nervous.

"Lunar, the kid is fine. Killer is a good uncle," Solar said.

"He lost his favorite knife in a body once," Lunar muttered.

"Well, that's on him for burying it in the chest cavity. Cura is not a knife," Solar said confidently.

Soon the scream of Daddy came out of the crowd as Cura ran to Lunar and raised his one hand for uppies. He was carrying something red in his other hand. Lunar picked up the child and held him close.

Once Cura was in his arms the kid shoved whatever treat he got into Lunar's mouth. The sticky sweetness was almost familiar and he choked a bit as he was forced to take a bite. An apple?

"Daddy it good right? Uncle Killer said its a candy apple!" Cura cheered.

Solar gave a worrying look at Lunar, but Lunar huffed a bit and petted the child. He didn't know. He worked to calm himself as he had flashbacks of that day.

"I think its a bit too sweet for me kiddo," he said at last. "Next time don't shove random food into people's mouths. Its rude and you don't know if they might get sick off it or not." Like his nonexistent stomach.

"Sorry Daddy," Cura said as he ate his treat. "Papi want some?"

"I'm okay sweetie. Your daddies just don't like apples that much that's all honey," Solar explained.

"Oh... I'm sorry Daddy. Won't do again," Cura said giving Lunar a nuzzle.

"All is forgiven Cura. But I have an idea what you should do instead." Lunar grinned a bit and whispered next to the kid's head. Giving him some chocolate he had bought for himself. He placed Cura down to run back off to Killer.

It didn't take long for Cura to get picked up again and Killer screaming in pain from trying the chocolate. It was a very spicy chocolate after all. Cura was handed to Cross as the other ran into the crowd to find a drink to rinse out the spice.

The group laughed at Killer, Lunar joining in one of his rare moments. It looked like Cura's birthday was a success. "Okay boys, once the idiot is back lets head off to the cafe in the fluffy au for his cake and ice cream."

Cura cheered at that. That meant cats. "Daddy is the best!" Lunar couldn't help but give a rare blush on that. It was a good day.

[1-up-chump]

Assorted fallout 4 companion opinions

Preston is not boring he's simple. He's just a guy trying his best to do good in a fucked world and he's hanging by a thread. It's not his fault bethesda radiant quests suck.

Strong is wasted potential as a character. He should have been more than a dumb brute companion with the only difference being "he's not aggressive to you" he should have been a rather "smarter than the average mutant" and know a lot of advanced words and how to properly apply them (but mispronouncing them terribly) due to his interest in literature.

A super mutant who does super mutant things but can wax poetic about his POV as a mutant would've been a great companion. I know the "milk of kindness" being taken literally is a joke but honestly i was expecting strong to eventually "get it" and figure out why human so strong is bc of compassion that helps them lead a group and not a show of brute strength (which is why strong thought fist was a terrible leader bc he didn't care about his brothers, but with his dialogue it seems like he only cares about your ability to kill as long as you dont say mean things?) and like, Maybe strong is a bit NICER to travel with and his opinions could change to thinking humans are decent at most.

Nick should have had more side quests involving him. More mysteries to solve, hell i had an idea for at least a mod quest that if you side with the institute a scientist who's interested in older tech to improve advanced tech offers to fix the holes in nick's synth skin bc C'mon we are traveling the god damn commonwealth full of trash, irradiated water, and bullets from who knows where like how has nick not gotten some radroaches trying to make a nest in his chest cavity. It would make for some great dialogue and philosophy of "are you content with yourself even if you could fix some problems? What are you willing to trade off?" And give players options while hearing out both sides.

Piper also should have more side quests involving interviews with certain characters, maybe after completing certain quests you can go back to them with piper and maybe get additional quests involving old ones to tie loose ends? Or the very least have an opportunity for your character to voice their opinion on the events

Maccready. WHERE IS HIS SON????? i DID ALL THAT FOR THE GUY JUST FOR HIM TO KEEP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME AND NOT GO TO HIS DAMN SON??? Now it sounds super awful to say but the only possible outcome for his story to conclude is, macready leaves the commonwealth for a few days, and in a few days daisy wants to talk to you and she says to talk to maccready in the third rail. Turns out when maccready left to ensure the cure gets to his son, it was too late. The man is in an awful state and you gotta pass a few charisma checks to keep him in the commonwealth as a companion.

Gage. It makes some sense for him to turn on you too when you open season the raider leaders. HOWEVER, the leaders were needy dicks anyways and YOU'RE the boss so why can't you: replace the gang leaders with someone else you personally like OR Tell gage "im the boss, you got me here, you deal with me. You're lucky i like you so much" and establish dominance and give gage a sexual awakening. Gage will hate you for a few moments but ultimately with everything he said to you about his views and personal code he has to agree that you really are better/worse than colter.

That or bully him into being not a raider by either saying "do you REALLY wanna fight me?" Or "being a raider sucks this is actually beneficial for everyone even assholes like you" like the whole of nuka world would've been cooler to be like an actual fleshed out raider and not generic "haha im mean" but a "if its kill or be killed then im gonna kill the status quo to become god"

Cait is perfect in every way ngl i have nothing else to say about her except i love her

[hismercytomyjustice]

I once again find myself yelling at the tv today.

This is what happens when my husband is traveling for work.

…and also when he is at home.

Bridgerton and Helluva Boss spoilers below the cut!

This post is also basically borderline gibberish, so 🤷

BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 SPOILERS AHOY!

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN THAT MAN PICKED UP LADY BRIDGERTON’S…handkerchief? I don’t actually know

BUT OH MY GOD

LET HER FIND LOVE AGAIN GODDAMMIT

Tho ngl part of me kind of shipped her and Lady Danbury but that would be a little weird what with the events of the Queen Charlotte series… STILL. I’m glad they’re at least besties.

BUT OMGGGGGG. I am so excited for her to get another chance at love!!! 😭 God the scenes in the Queen Charlotte series and the 2nd season with her broke my heart.

I also have such a soft spot for multiple great loves in one’s lifetime idk I am a sap like that. I’ve seen it in my own family and my in-laws and I just find it so sweet and bittersweet.

AUGH I AM JUST SO HAPPY AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE MORE WITH THIS MAN

It’s possible they actually do introduce him but I paused the episode like right after so lol I am as yet in the dark

Also I LOVE seeing Colin realize he caught feelings. Especially after Pen has pined after him for so long.

WELL WELL WELL HOW THE TURNTABLES

But omg her having to write about herself HURT MY HEART

I was wondering how they were going to mend fences somewhat with her and her struggles with Colin and Eloise and DAMN she went straight for her own jugular

THAT’S NOT SELF-COMPASSION PEN!

Ugh there is so much sweetness this season so far that I’m gonna get cavities T_T

I love getting to see the characters get to play more and be unabashedly themselves

I am a season 2 super fan lol. It’s been so nice getting to see more of the fucking phenomenal chemistry between Kate and Anthony

I love them so much T_T

I love Lady Danbury too. And that we’re getting more of her friendship with the Queen because MY HEART THE FUCKING PREQUEL OH MY GOD IT WAS SO GOOD

T_T her love with George gives me life and also SO MUCH SADNESS

Lol it’s also a little weird watching this because I live in Charlotte, NC which consists of Mecklenburg County both of which are named after the queen lol

We are ~the Queen City~ literally. That is Charlotte’s literal nickname.

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HELLUVA BOSS SPOILERS AHOY!

I pretty much watched the entire two seasons over the past two days

I wasn’t sure how I was gonna feel about it after Hazbin but I loved it in a different way

love Stolas so much T_T he is such a sad little bird man and CAN HE AND BLITZO JUST BE BOYFRIENDS AND GIRL DADS OKAY?!

also as soon as his dad showed up I was just like “wait one goddamn second, JAFAR?”

And it was! But I recognized him from the Broadway and then I fucking found out he had basically been Jafar since goddamn 1992???? I had no idea it was the OG Jafar in the Broadway Original Cast recording

I also really love the portrayal of Lust and his relationship with Fizz (I am too lazy to look up the spelling of his name). Just s’cute! And god the panic attack he had…ouch. Lol I really felt him on the thought spirals too. WELCOME TO THE CLUB!

Ngl Blitzo annoyed tf out of me at first but he really grew on me and PLEASE LET THEM BE BOYFRIENDS AND GIRL DADS OKAY

the episode of them as kids omfggggggg so goddamn CUTE

I also love Millie and Moxxie or however you spell it

Of course I was gonna that’s literally Invader Zim right there but omfg they’re so cute and I love how stupid in love they are

just nauseatingly so and in such a good way

I literally watched Hazbin for the first time like…2 or 3 weeks ago? And have been obsessed since. Alastor is my fave but Stolas from Helluva is right up there with him

I am BASIC OKAY

I actually only watched Hazbin because Spotify played some of the music for it on my daylist and I got hooked and now I’ve been listening to electro swing and I didn’t even think I liked jazz but then I realized I like a lot of jazz vocals from other stuff so it fit really well

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~It’s all gibberish from here folks!~

I love…idk how to word it…like unique instrumentals? Which duh jazz, but I’ve never been a huge brass/band type instruments person

I played violin, strings are my fave

Except for the organ and the harpsichord omfggggg god I love me some fucking organ and harpsichord music

I am a SUPER COOL AND FUN AND EXCITING PERSON OKAY

lmaooooo

Ngl growing up going to church the organ music and hymns were my fave part

I don’t really go to church anymore, but damn if I don’t miss the music. Lord of the Dance is my fave hymn of all time and I used to get SO HYPE when we’d sing it

Communion was always the best too because we just got to sing hymns the whole time lol

If I’d stuck with church I’d def be in the choir now because I LOVED IT

One of my fave church memories was when I was a teen and they had a session where everyone got together and just sang favorite hymns

But I mostly stopped going to church because of how fucking toxic the folks at my church were (in addition to all the problematic shit about gender/sex and the rampant Christian hypocrisy etc) but it’s hard to escape church in the south

I drive 5min down one road and pass like 10 churches which is not much of an exaggeration because there is literally like one on every corner down here

Also found out the other day that the denomination I’m part of JUST removed the ban on lgbt preachers??? Didn’t realize we still had one, so that was a bummer, but hey at least they got there in the year of our lord 2024…..

Continuing on the church tangent I’ll never forget the time we had Baptists come to our door when I was in high school to try to share the good word and I told them I was Methodist and they just looked at me in borderline disgust before leaving 💀

Or the time the MORMONS CHASED ME when I was trying to go pick up food for my dog 💀💀💀

I saw them a few stores down and started power walking and they started hustling and I was just like “am I genuinely being chased by Mormons right now???” and I was!

To each their own, but I am not interested in being converted kthnx

I’ve got a lot of complicated stuff already with Methodism so I’m good on the religion front! Still consider myself Christian but don’t feel the need to harass other people about it! Or to evangelize! Or to actually go to church! But again, I live in the south so church in general is still very much present in the lives of my loved ones and nigh inescapable

Lmaooo no one is gonna read this monstrosity of a post but goddamn can you tell I didn’t take my adhd meds today and that my body has refused to sleep for like two weeks now!

So of course I’ve been having ocd spirals of “this is it, we’re an insomniac now, we’re never gonna sleep again, we’re gonna die from never sleeping again, it finally fucking happened” 🥰

Yaaaaay I need to go to bed

And HOPEFULLY SLEEP FOR ONCE

shut UP ocd 🖕

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte’s One More Wedding Event (full release)that should have just came out in Japanese Version. Could you translate it or summarize it, please? Thank you for your time.

I can't believe you want to give me this kind of power, but if you insist 😂💛

That being said, because my translation skills are rough at best, I'll be summarizing and selecting specific parts to discuss if I feel a need to quote directly.

If you don't want spoilers for Comte ES, run!

Y'all. Y'ALL. REEEEEEEEE I LOVE HIM. NOBODY LOOK AT ME I'VE BEEN CRYING ON AND OFF FOR DAYS

ANYWAY

So this particular event begins with MC bringing Comte a letter as he thanks her. One glance at the return address tells him that it's a pureblood gathering invitation, and upon opening it he's right. He shrugs it off and says he'll reply to it later, setting it aside.

MC, perceptive as ever, asks if he's declining the invitation. Comte explains the nature of the party and how only purebloods are allowed to end. Furthermore, the gathering takes place on their first wedding anniversary--and he would much prefer to spend the day with her.

Comte: “MC, any gorgeous evening party–no matter how beautiful–means nothing to me without my wife at my side. The place I belong is with you.”

MC: “Er…”

His gold eyes are steady and unwavering as he looks at me, and my heart skips a beat.

Comte: “Anywho I have no intention of attending this party, as it also overlaps with the date of our anniversary. Our first wedding anniversary is an important day, and I want to spend it with my beloved wife.”

Comte smiles winningly, all while staring straight at me.

MC, however, finds herself conflicted. Given how little she knows about purebloods, she wishes she could attend the party to better understand him and the community he's a part of. She admits this, to Comte's great surprise, but feels bad about it because she doesn't mean to ask something impossible of him. (One of the requirements of the party is that you have to be a pureblood vampire to be invited. ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR PINK) Comte clarifies that--because she's his wife--she's welcome to attend alongside him. He offers to take her with him if that's what she wants.

MC: “Are you really sure it’s okay for me to go, though?”

Comte: “Certainly. But I would never force you if you were uncomfortable, of course.”

MC: “No, I don’t hate the idea!”

Comte: “But I’d understand if being surrounded by purebloods would be rather nerve-wracking for you…And so many of them have a superiority complex a mile wide; they’re a prideful bunch. While it may not be all of us, there are enough that it might be stifling for you to be around them.”

Comte: “In light of all that, are you certain you still wish to go?”

[I know he’s just doing his best to prepare me for what I might face at a party like this--he doesn’t want me going in with the wrong idea. It’s very likely he had intended to decline the invitation to spare me the discomfort, and the burden of making a choice that would affect/limit him too. The concern in his features makes me melt.]

The part I love most about this scene is that this is just the beginning of so many attempts on his part to prepare her realistically, but also support her decision. As much as he wants to go with her he's never going to put her in the position of deciding for the both of them. He knows there's a great deal of pressure to face among such a forbidding/traditional society, and if she needs more time to prepare for that--he wants to give her the space to get used to something so unfamiliar. In truth, I don't see him ever asking her to go if she didn't want to--even if it stung to have that part of him rejected...

MC considers for a moment, but she's resolved to understand him and his people better. She explains as much, and Comte brightens at the confession.

MC: “I’m sorry if it’s a bit much to ask of you, but thank you…!”

Comte: “I should be the one thanking you, now I look forward to the gathering.”

MC: “You’re…looking forward to it?”

When I tilt my head quizzically, le Comte draws me close with a faint smile on his lips.

Comte: “I’m excited to introduce you as my wife.” (SCREAMS AND CRIES)

This gets INSANELY cute because he gathers her close to him and she just gets very bashful about it. She apologizes--saying she knows she should be more used to it given they've already been married a year now, but his response is so sweet: “Why apologize? I’ve always thought my wife is the cutest.”

They both think back to their wedding ceremony at the mention of how long they've been together, and MC's eyes find the flower pins she gifted him on top of his hourglass (which fking one he has like 300).

Some background for anyone unaware: when Comte and MC got married, MC gifted him these flower pins--they were flowers that were preserved (in metal I think? idk exactly how it works they just look metallic in his outfit art). She explains that they're an attempt to symbolize her love for him, in that she intends to remain unchanging in her feelings forever. I find it's also an apt metaphor for MC herself; it's not unlike her agreement to become a vampire to stay with him.

MC: “You’ve been taking good care of the flowers I gave you.”

Right next to the hourglass lie the preserved flowers I gave him. They gleam in the light with ease, clearly polished and looked after–not a speck of dust on them.

Comte: “With those you swore your love to me. Isn’t it only natural that I’d take good care of them?” (LISTEN COMTE YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THE REALITY OF THE MALE SPECIES QUIT PLAYIN)

After that scene there's a timeskip to the night of the party--and after everyone celebrates their anniversary in the mansion all day--they hop in a carriage. MC is a little lost in thought, preparing herself for what's to come. When he asks if she's nervous she fully admits to it, but with a caveat. She's nervous because she doesn't know what to expect and she's concerned about committing a social faux pas, but she's not afraid or anxious.

Before I came to this time I had absolutely no concept of what an elaborate dinner party looked like–and besides which, this time it’s going to be a room full of purebloods. I’m nervous, sure, because I’ve never done this before--but it’s not quite anxiety or fear.

MC: “As long as you’re beside me, I’m invincible–anytime, anywhere.”

I can navigate anything: unfamiliar social circles, even an entirely new era of time. Because Comte is always so steady and reliable, always there for me, my anxiety ebbs and I can shine–be the very best I can be.

Comte: “MC…”

Comte looks absolutely moved by what I have to say, directing a gentle, tender look at me.

Comte reiterates his previous warning, that they might be weirdos and/or rude because they're stuck in their ways. He knows their discriminatory nature is wrong, but he believes in her ability to overcome those things--and fully intends to support her. He also lets her know what to expect in terms of the schedule: mostly mingling, and dancing is reserved for the very end of the party only.

Gatsby hour begins and MC marvels at the enormous venue sparsely populated by people dressed to the nines (I can only imagine how Comte dressed her up for this event in light of that LMFAO). Comte tells her he's going to get some drinks, and MC agrees to wait for him. In a classic lowkey queen move, she retreats against a nearby wall to take in her surroundings. She feels a certain intensity to be surrounded by people who look so young and beautiful, and yet carry the experience of lifetimes within them. She also notes the slightest permeating scent of blood in the air, assuming most of the people in attendance are drinking Rouge in their wine glasses.

When Comte returns to her, he offers her a glass of red wine, and she takes it with a smile.

MEAN GIRLS TIME!!!!!

So these two ladies approach le Comte yelling about how long it's been since they've seen him, and about the rumors that he got married. Without missing a beat he confirms it's true, and introduces MC to them as his wife. MC offers a greeting and a curtsy, but the women openly spurn her because she's not a vampire lmao. ("Who put you on the planet" energy, essentially). I still can't tell if they were acting like insane mother-in-laws on Comte's behalf, or out of jealousy--or weirdly both.

All casual dismissal, the women sashay away from us, dresses swishing.

[It seems like I really won’t be accepted as Comte’s life partner so long as I remain human…]

Comte: “…I’m sorry. I’m afraid that is the usual attitude of pureblood vampires. Not all of us are like that, but they still made you feel uncomfortable ;;;;”

MC: “That’s not something to apologize for. I’m happy to attend such a lovely party as your wife.”

I don’t want to ruin the occasion for him, so I beam at him.

Comte: “MC…” His lips descend close to my ear, pressing the lightest kiss against it.

Comte: “Thank you, MC…I’m happy, too.”

While Comte is full of uwus and love for his wife, she notes he stops there--likely because it's a public venue. (And I'd wager respectability politics, given a lot of old school people tend to say horrible things at the slightest sign of PDA lol. It would give them all the more reason to be nasty to MC.) MC notes that no matter how small the gesture or how often he extends his affection, it always sets her heart racing (what a damn mood) and they both gear up to greet everyone else. They're both like ganbatte!!! at each other and it's really cute, haha.

[No matter how many times he does things like this, I’m always caught off guard. I imagine we’ll be this way forever…]

Comte: “Here we go, the party’s only just begun. Let’s get to it and enjoy ourselves. No need to hesitate, it’s our wedding anniversary after all–this is a time for you to smile.”

MC: “Haha, thank you very much! Then I’ll definitely enjoy it to the fullest!”

We continue to greet and chat with other purebloods, the night goes on while I sample some of their food–

At some point MC separates from Comte to use the restroom. When she exits to rejoin the crowd, she hears the voices of those two women that openly rejected her earlier. They basically talk about how Comte and MC will never last or have a meaningful relationship, and that Comte is wasting his time not breeding more master race pureblood babies for the community's future. (Not remotely surprised Leonardo does not like them at this juncture lmao)

While MC was well aware she'd face some level of disdain, she admits that it still hurts to hear--and doesn't want Comte to see her upset. So she walks out to a nearby balcony to look at the stars and cool off before returning to his side.

Comte: “MC.”

MC: “Eh…? Comte, when did you get here?”

Comte: “You hadn’t returned for a while, so I went looking for you.”

MC: “Ah, I’m sorry to worry you. The stars were so lovely I couldn’t help but linger a bit to enjoy the sight of them.”

When I try to hide my gloomy feelings, he stares at me.

Comte: “You seem upset all of a sudden. Did something happen? Did someone…say something to you, by any chance?”

MC: “Ah, I can’t hide from you it seems. I guess I am a little upset.”

Comte: “…”

Comte: “MC, do you regret marrying me?”

MC: “!”

MC: “That’s not the case at all. No matter what finds us in the future, I’ll never regret having married you. I’m glad I met you, Abel–that will never change…”

When I tell him my heartfelt feelings, he gently wraps his arms around me.

Comte: “…Me too, MC.” The voice that murmurs at my ear is filled with such ardor that my heart melts.

Comte: “It might have been too much to ask of you to come here. But no matter how difficult the truth may be, it’s an undeniable fact that I’m a pureblood.”

Comte: “I was so happy that you wanted to know more about me–to know me better–that I was spoiled by your words. And yet, as a result of that indulgence, I hurt you…”

MC: “…No. That’s not it. Abel, I’m not familiar with vampires. But this last year, I was with a pureblood who’s kinder than anyone else I know.”

I have no innate fear or dislike of purebloods–because the person I love more than anyone else in the world is a pureblood vampire.

MC: “That’s why I’m not afraid, or dreading any of this.” It might seem outlandish, but his presence was like magic; it was enough to give me the strength to have courage and find kindness for the people around me.

MC: “No matter who stands in my way in the future, I will do my best to be recognized as your partner someday. Didn't I tell you before? I'm invincible anytime, anywhere, as long as you're there with me!”

Upon hearing her resolve to stay with him, he feels the need to renew his vow to her too--telling her that he'll always love her as well, and that his feelings have only grown since then. One important bit to note in his confession is that he fully admits he had a hard time coming to term with what he was, he's only a little more accepting of being a pureblood because her existence redefines what an eternity means to him. He explains that, while no end of time used to be an upsetting and hollow concept to him, the fact that his long life will be spent cultivating his love for her gives him the strength to face his reality.

They kiss and MC acknowledges that life--no matter how long--always has its ups and downs. Sometimes there will be rough times, like when those Mean Girls women were actively nasty and unfair to her. And sometimes there will be joyous times, like how Comte just repeated his vow to her so sweetly. But more than anything, it's important to live in the present moment as fully as possible, and she deepens her kiss with Comte accordingly.

After what I assume to be an excellent make out, they return to the venue and rejoin the group of vampires. Now then, because it's Comte and Comte refuses to take any shit he reveals his ace in the hand. Premeditated and all cunning expectation, the show begins:

After reaffirming our feelings for the other, we return to the hall. When we wandered around to greet people today, there were also vampires who were kind to me. For those that remain perturbed by my presence, they continue to sneer at me as though I were an eyesore.

[I don’t care. Comte’s by my side…]

Comte: “…That’s right, MC. There was one thing I forgot to mention.”

MC: “Huh?”

Comte: “A short while ago, you said something about doing your best to earn their approval. I wouldn’t even worry about it, you’re perfect just as you are. Everyone here just doesn’t have the slightest inkling as to your charms yet. For those with the ability to see, feel free to show them as many times as you like.”

MC: “Comte…”

At that very moment, a waltz begins to flow into the hall.

Comte: “Oh, is it time to dance already? MC, shall we?” (Oh Is It TiMe To DaNcE aLrEaDy, damn clown)

MC: “Yes.”

In time with the melody, we begin to waltz together. When I'd first arrived to this era, the steps and the dance itself were unfamiliar to me. Now when I dance with Comte it’s nearly effortless–natural as breathing.

[Comte has taken me to so many evening parties at this point. Thanks to his impeccable leading any uncertainty in my step is elegantly disguised.]

Comte: “MC.”

As we danced, he called my name--crooned it softly.

Comte: “…Have you noticed? Everyone is watching us.”

At the sound of this new information, I look around.

[Oh, it’s true–everyone really is looking at us…]

And it’s not like before, tinged with displeasure and contempt. It’s like they can’t look away from us now, dazzled and intrigued.

MC: “Makes sense–you’ve always been a very graceful dancer, Comte, it’s impossible not to find it captivating.”

Comte: “No. Without you as my partner, I can’t enjoy it nearly as much as I do now.”

He grins as he says so, the sentiment reflected in his buoyant step. Beautiful, noble…and above all, lively. Even though I’m always by his side, I remain endlessly captivated by that smile and movement.

Comte: “We are more in tune with each other than every other pair here, don’t you think?”

MC: “Haha, that’s right!”

I think le Comte is lovely no matter who he’s dancing with, but I’m sure I’m the one who gets along with him best–I think so, because his golden eyes reflect no one else but me.

[No matter what anyone says…I won’t give up this position to anyone else.]

When the song is over, and the dance is finished, the hall is filled with the raucous sound of applause and cheering. All these people are looking at us and their eyes are shining.

[I wonder…if maybe our feelings for each other were transmitted more clearly after that dance? The mere thought of it makes me feel ticklish and delighted.]

After their lovely display, the Mean Girls ladies approach MC to apologize as everybody is leaving for the night. MC accepts their apologies and says she wants to find a way to get along with them moving forward, though they're still pretty reluctant (probably only apologized to save face).

Differences in lifestyle and family tradition...I think there are many reasons why they can’t accept me. I don’t think it’s easy to understand the breadth of the gap between us; I’m sure I’ll need more time to be able to bridge those differences.

[I don’t know the way of life or struggle of the pureblood people yet. But…I want to understand.]

Even if we are endlessly different, I don’t want to give up on finding some sort of compromise. Next to me, le Comte smiles silently. For the foreseeable future--as long as it may take--I want to prove that I can make this person happy.

I deadass can't stop laughing at the fact of Comte standing next to MC all :)))))) (y'all he is emitting BOSS M U S I C)

After that, Comte and MC also head into their carriage and head home:

Comte: “MC, thank you.”

Le Comte remarks on the way home in the carriage.

MC: “…? I haven’t done anything worth thanks.”

Comte: “For today, for coming with me. And--up until now and from now on--for being by my side. I wanted to thank you again.”

He leans over from where he sits next to me and entwines our fingers together.

MC: “…Abel?”

Comte: “…Today is not just the day of the party, but our wedding anniversary too, right? From here on out, it’s time for only us two to be together.”

This is essentially where the premium story ends, and then it moves into the epilogue. I'll give some tidbits from the epilogue, just because it was so endlessly gratifying. Other than them having the smash of the century, it's mostly Comte going overstimulation feral service top. But there are so many really romantic moments during the shameless fking ;-;

The more he kisses me, the more my need for him spirals out of control. As if to entice him I twist my tongue with his deeper and deeper.

Comte: “MC…”

He exhales my name on a single heated syllable, and I can tell by the way he’s looking at me precisely what it is he wants.

Comte: “MC, what do you want to do…? I want to make you happy tonight. Do you want me to be kind? Or take you with reckless abandon?”

MC: “Abel…please do as you like. That’s what would make me happiest. :>”

Comte: “…I see. So you want to be made a mess of, is what you mean.”

MC: “Mn, aah–”

When his hands trace my sides seductively, my sensitive body reacts on it’s own.

Comte: “…You’re really cute, MC. Tonight, I’ll remind you the joy of being mine again.”

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Comte: “Always so sensitive. Just the slightest touch, and you cry out with such a sweet voice…”

MC: “Well, it is your fault…”

[Because if Abel touches me like that…He spoils me and leaves me in an endless sea of pleasure, building up to that crest–fading–and building up again…because he loves me so dearly.]

Comte: “My fault, is it?…I like the sound of that.”

With a bewitching smile, he makes short work of his tie and button down. Even the most casual gestures like this are done with such grace that it becomes sensual. I’m drawn to the sight of him revealing more and more of his skin, thinking he’s far too much of a tease.

Comte: “…If you look at me with such desirous, greedy eyes, I’m going to lose control myself, MC.”

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MC: “I…all I do is take from you…” I’m embarrassed because I’m so inexperienced that all I do is drown in the pleasure he gives me.

Comte: “…If you really think so, then you’re too unaware.”

MC: “Mn–ah, hah…”

Comte: “I’m the one who can’t stop wanting you…MC.”

When he leans over to murmur in my ear, his voice is suffused with desire–breathing shallow. From the gap between his lips, I can see the fangs which have never broken my skin…

MC: “Abel…do you want to bite me?”

If the answer is yes, then I’d be delighted. A vampire’s hunger for blood is often tied to romantic feeling. If he wants to suck my blood, then that’s all the more evidence that he loves me.

Comte: “That’s right. I want to sink my fangs into your soft skin…To taste your blood, to know your body and soul--I want to make every part of you mine.”

MC: “Mn…”

He drops a kiss to my throat, tickled by his tongue as he licks there–as if to taste me.

Comte: “But…”

Only I am reflected in his eyes.

Comte: “The only thing I want more than biting you is to take good care of you. I don’t want to impulsively take anything from you.”

MC: “Abel…”

....

Comte: “Someday…I will make you into a vampire. But, right now, I want you to stay exactly as you are.”

The heat of him coupled by that serious look...my heart is swept away.

Comte: “So…can you bear with my hesitation for just a little while longer?”

MC: “Yes…forever. I’ll always be yours.” I replied, wrapping my arms around his back. He squinted, as if he were staring at something dazzling.

Comte: “I’m always hesitating, but…MC. I will absolutely never let you go. I swear my love to you forever, my dear wife.”

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The last part of the epilogue is confusing because I'm not sure if it's intended to be an actual dream or Comte just messing with her, but here goes:

[Morning already…?]

At the sensation of sunlight, I open my eyes.

MC: “Eh!?”

Comte: “Are you up, MC? The defenseless face you make when you’re asleep is adorable, but when you open your eyes and look at me that’s also lovely.”

He was lying in bed, unlike last night, wearing the same outfit he had on for our wedding.

[Ah, I’m most likely dreaming.] When I realize it, I get a ticklish feeling in my chest and can’t help the smile that finds my face.

MC: “Haha…”

Comte: “MC? What’s wrong?”

MC: “No, I was just thinking you really will always be by my side. I’m glad to see you in my dreams like this…I’m happy.”

Comte: “…Haha, that’s right. I’m happy too. But…it’s not always a dream right?”

MC: “Er…”

His voice easily makes my heart flutter, like sweet sake.

Comte: “Would you like to see if it’s a dream? …Once again, with your body.”

My heart thunders under his sultry gaze, covetous gold eyes beckoning me closer. (COME HITHER FUCK)

MC: “Yes, Abel. As many times as you like…take me.”

I know dream-like, impossibly happy days will continue as long as I stay by his side–

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There is so much going on here that I don't even know how to encompass all my feelings other than to say MARRIED COUPLE G O A L S. AAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE'S SUCH A DOTING HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PUT A RING ON ME S I R

I really love the endless reciprocity coming from MC, lmao. She very openly wants to respond to his efforts, wants to make him happy too, is just as desirous in their coupling. I also love how much personality and spunk she has??? I was fucking d y i n g when she was like:

MC: "Aren't the stars so nice." Comte: "Adorable that you'd try to out-fake the king faker. What really happened." MC: "Damn it."

It's been a long time since I've gotten this much serotonin from a story m a nnnnnn

[thecraftymagician]

Omg you don’t have to do this but I literally just thought: what would everyone’s best man/woman speeches be if MC and one of the LI’s got married? Like at Julian and MC’s wedding, I just know Asra and Portia would roast Julian for breaking up with MC after one day lol. Or like if Muriel and MC got married, Asra would be sobbing happy tears. And if MC married Nadia, Lucio would crash the wedding

Okay.. Let's try this again lol Tumblr Gods please bless me this day!

I decided to just stick to roughly two for each character to make it simpler however I can go into more specific combinations if you'd like. Like in my opinion Asra would obviously toast at everyone for MC but it'd probably be a bit repetitive so I only really used them for Muriel because obviously haha In the first draft I did write the full speeches but here I'm just going to bullet point assuming that's okay because it'll basically be the same thing just different format so i'm not sure why I explained that but oh well!

Warnings: Brush your teeth after reading, I'm not responsible for any cavities or running mascara as result of reading this sugary sweetness! FLUFF!!!, some route *spoilers*!

M6 Person of Honor Speeches:

Asra💜

Muriel: A while into the reception and after a few toasts Muriel gets up the courage to finally give his toast; He figures if Inanna could do that great as a ring-bearer he can at least say a few words. His parchment crumples a bit in his grip but his green eyes focus on the scratched points he'd made. While his voice doesn't carry too far, all of the guests seem to remain absolutely still as to hear him. Flushed, he talks about meeting Asra for the first time, how inspired he was by him and how proud he was to be his friend. He spoke of how much Asra deserved to be cared for and was glad that you were there for him, even smiling as he called you a good match. When he spoke of you he didn't want to bring up how loosing you broke Asra even though it was in the back of everyone's minds. Instead he promised himself to protect you both and how he sees you as a good friend or even sibling as he does Asra, gently welcoming you into their tiny found family. Of course that's the take away as Muriel isn't the best with emotional words and seemed to stutter through those parts. He almost forgot that he wasn't alone talking one on one with you both when he finishes as the party cheers, scaring him off a bit. Asra is almost inconsolable as they cry happy tears. Later when they find Muriel you can almost hear his bones crack from Asra's serpent squeeze hug.

Asra gave the first toast to you, your shared love, and the friends along the way full on Edward Cullen style.

Faust too gives a speech that is essentially the scene from SpongeBob where Gary reads poetry but both of you are teary-eyed like Sandy while the rest of the congregation stares politely yet confused. "She has such a way with words..!"

Nadia💖

Lucio: Actually was invited oddly enough but had to be baby sat by Portia as the condition. He was actually okay during the ceremony even though it wasn't as flashy as he'd hoped but at the reception he insisted on giving the first toast. Nadia allowed it on account of good behavior and mused that if all else it would surely be entertaining. Naturally Lucio started off with a few observations such as shouldn't he have given away Nadia? Obviously it would've made sense but he couldn't deny that it was a nice event without him. He at least could've officiated but no matter he was here now! He went on to talk about special days in life as he had extensive knowledge of such festivities and events but none so special as witnessing true love such as you two. He apologized to Nadia for their failure but was moreso happy for her to have found someone who can make her truly happy. He wishes to do the same some day, making a point to comment on his own availability before ending with a "Cheers!" It certainly could've been more awkward but Nadia is glad it was tasteful.

Portia: After being by her side for a while she had gotten to know Nadia like the back of her hand. She starts of admiring Nadia's character, how strong and steadfast she is. How she always thinks things through and will do what is right. She then compares what she knows of you, your own courage and compassion and how you each are more than capable of caring for the other. While she's only witnessed love and read of it in fairytales she comments how seeing you two pale anything in comparison. Watching you two together is to witness a true and equal partnership that she herself strives for. All in all she's so happy for two of her favorite people to be united and of course our little hopeless romantic sheds a tear causing each of you to follow suit.

Julian🖤

Portia: Portia is the one to kick things off as she has plenty to say. The cat face is on full display so you know this is gonna be good. She starts off by recounting meeting you and how thoughtful, funny, kind, and overall great you were. She just knew you'd be great friends especially after keeping her secrets and helping her brother. That was until said idiot brother blew it by breaking it off instead of trusting anyone once again and deciding things for them. To her surprise and utter happiness you didn't take that lying down and even insisted on getting her help to set things right. She was so proud of you for standing up to him and admittedly enjoyed seeing Ilyushka get a stern talking to from you. That was a hell of a way to start off your whirlwind from her point of view but she couldn't be further over the moon for you two. To believe ANYONE could help turn him around was almost unthinkable but she secretly placed her bets on you. Getting to see the two of you together and happy as well as getting the best sibling in law ever? That's just the cherry on top!

Mazelinka: There's always the embarrassing parent speech right? Well, Mazelinka decides it's up to herself to deliver with a loving roast of poor Julian. She recaps on how she found him and Pasha after the storm and taking him to her own lover to be raised. Growing up he was awkward as could be but with a heart of pure gold. While he got into much more trouble than most, he never stole that she knew of.. until finding you with him in her home late at night. She knew just by looking at you two that he'd stolen your heart or at least that you'd taken his. That slippery boy needs someone who is firm enough to set him straight when he needs it but loving and patient too, and boy after everything he put you through were you patient. Somehow you are just what the doctor ordered and have whipped him into shape as the man they all knew he could be with just enough confidence and love. For that she is grateful and proud of you. She's more than happy to welcome you to the family.

Muriel💚

Asra: The whole day has left your dear friend teary-eyed and on the verge of letting the dams break. He is just thrilled about you too. When he gives his speech they are trying so hard to stay composed but they can't help but gush. Asra talks about growing up with Muriel, finding their home together in the woods, all the trials and tribulations life unfortunately brought them but how it made them grow stronger together. They recount meeting you and how before everything you were the only other person Muriel could really trust. Asra knew it was difficult loosing that and how hard it was to not have you around as well but somehow you found away. Somehow the two of you ended up reforming that bond and after everything you went through came out together even stronger than before. Even before Muriel had never quite come out of his shell like this and been able to truly be himself yet you found a way to help him do just that. You have a special kind of magic to you stronger than anything he knows. Seeing you together is so unique and special, like the southern lights in the sky. Different than a sunny day or the first snow but nonetheless beautiful. While they could obviously continue they worry about talking everyone's ears off. He leaves with how insanely happy he is to see his favorite people ever together. Muriel squeezes your hand, unable to fight his beaming grin for tears for that matter as be blushes fiercely.

Portia🧡

Julian: He starts off by talking about how he respects that Portia is a grown women, he cannot pass up talking about how adorable she was growing up. Hair too big for her body, never one to give up in a fight, full of equal parts spitfire and courage as well as kindness and cunning. She always did so much for others and while capable needs someone to love and cherish her the same as she does for others. Luckily enough she found you. He recounted her favorite stories of adventures and fairytales that he'd read her growing up and couldn't deny your similar qualities to her favorite heroes. You'd lived up to and even far surpassed his expectations for his sister's significant other. He's happy she'd found her match in guts and love. That is to say you must swap stories about your adventures till the end of time now! He's just really happy for his sister and new sibling in law.

Mazelinka: While not nearly as embarrassing as Julian she'd still recount Pasha growing up just the same, how much she wanted to be a big kid and go off on her own adventures like her brother. Who'd have thought one of her biggest journeys included finding you? Of course that's just what she always wanted but it's rare in life that wishes be granted. That is to say she found herself a magician none the less so all bets are off. She thanks your for keeping her safe but not smothering her either, that's just what Pasha's always needed and it's been wonderful to watch her thrive.

Lucio❤️

Nadia: Lucio cannot help but sweat and worry when Nadia decides to speak. Luckily, she's as sweet and gentle as ever when choosing to make a few well placed jabs at her ex-husband. She starts off speaking about Lucio, pausing at times to collect herself. In other words she basically talks about how he can be.. hard to get along with at times, is one to make his fair share of mistakes, has been known for not being the most noble man despite his title, etc. With all that said she couldn't help her surprise at all of those rougher parts of his character being chipped away after meeting you. You were headstrong enough to not give into his whims and admired how he seemed to want to be better for you. You inspired him to change, evolve for the better though that's not surprising. Nadia herself admires your character and all you've done for her, Vesuvia, and Lucio. You're good for him, that's plain as day and he seems to make you exceptionally happy as well. She remarks that much of what happened was unexpected, the two of you getting together was a happy surprise.

Lucio: Like Asra, he would feel the need to declare his love once again and of course thank everyone for coming in a bolder way. He'd go on to basically reaffirm what Nadia had said but in his own point of view, being very open and vulnerable with his feelings for the first time in front of everyone.

(I don't think Asra would speak at this one. I think he'd try leave after congratulating you both but Julian would convince him to at least dance together once before heading out.)

[sashi-ya]

Chocolate Donquixote Rosinante x Gn! Reader (ft. little Law) Day 21: Merry Christmas, Daddy ~

tw: pure fluffiness. Little Law is as always 7y/o. I used mommy and daddy cause Idk a neutral term for it 🤦🏻‍♀️ so if you know pls pls help me and tell me. Thank u ♡

wc: 1026

My dear @rosiinante I'm sorry for the delay, but here I am with this lovely family I love to write for. Thank u so much for this request and I hope you enjoy it! Happy holidays, babe! Love ya! 💖🎄 ~

The request was:

rosiinante asked: crying about how cute this event is Sashiiiiii 🥺

Can I please request “merry christmas, daddy/mommy” with my sweet baby son Law and husband Rosinante? Ofc chocolate literally the sweetest of chocolates pls give me cavities /cries/. love u sashi xx

"Where is Law, babe?" "He is in his room after throwing a tantrum in the kitchen…"

"Did you scold him? What did he do?" "Not at all, he came back from school annoyed because he was chosen to perform in the school play and I told him that I was happy to help him with the costume…"

"Oh…" "Yeah...oh"

Law is meant to act as a tree in the school play before winter break and the poor kiddo hates it. Not only does he hate public exposure but also the whole stupid lose of time those plays represent. Rosi and you, nevertheless, love it. Watching Law wearing a costume like a normal kid melts your hearts and you are eager to help in the making of his outfit.

Since the moment he came back and gave you the news he started ranting over the situation and you allowed him to go to his room for the sake of the home peace state.

But, despite you told him you would talk to his teacher to chose another classmate for his role, he prohibited you to do so. Law hated it, but his sense of responsibility is stronger, if his teacher chose him for the role then he will comply.

And so the making of his costume began. You had to buy some meters of green shiny fabric and some ornaments. Law was supposed to be a Christmas tree, a shiny decorated tree. And God he hated it so much.

Yet, Law is a good boy and wear what you crafted for him. You cut a whole so his cute round face could fit on the top of the tree, balls and starts hanging from the green tree like costume. You even included some LED lights that would flicker powered by batteries hidden inside the clothing. He also is wearing a pair of brown trousers to mimic the log.

The poor kiddo fixes his grey eyes and eyebags on you, mouth in a straight line. You could swear that boy was death inside, but it was just the little brat acting like that cause he thinks it's cool to do so.

He has a little trouble to get into your SUV due to the costume and his short height so you help him and tuck his belt securely.

"Daddy will go directly from the base, you know?" You tell him while driving and watching through the rear mirror how his countenance brightened up. And you understand he was really worried about his "Cora-san" not being on time for his performance. After all, even if he swore to you it was better none of you were there, he was dying for his new parents to cheer for him like any other child.

Once you arrive, his teacher congrats you for such a good job on his costume and takes Law behind the stage to join his classmates. You, watch him walk with difficulty and look at you as if he was a cow to the slaughter. It's impossible to suppress a giggle, he looks so cute…

You take your seat and text your husband. "Babe, are you coming? I'm sitting on seat 17, you are assigned the 18 so enter from the left side of the theater. Don't forget the camera".

But Rosi won't answer, so you are sure the Marine is driving to the school. He would never miss such an important event and the opportunity to film his son wearing a cute costume.

Time passes, and he isn't there. All the parents are already on their seats and the play is about to start. Many round faces of Law’s classmates peak through the sides of the curtains and quickly hide again once they see their parents. And of course, Law is not an exception. His crystalline eyes scan the whole place searching for his daddy, but he isn't there. You show him your phone and mouth him "he is parking". The little bean, frowns but accepts your lie. He hides back again and you begin to panic.

"WHERE THE HELL IS THIS MAN?" You ask yourself after hearing the announcement that the show is about to start. You call him again, and of course he doesn't answer. "Well, Law will be mad… I just hope Rosi is ok" you think, because now you are starting to worry.

But, Cora would never fail his son. And just when the curtains open, a huge thump is heard on the back of the theater. "Ah… that's my husband for sure" you mumble, watching Law’s eyes widen.

And indeed, that sound was Cora falling to the floor, yet protecting the video camera so it never stops recording his son's performance.

Of course many kids continue interpreting their roles with a smile -smirk- after watching a tall dork roll down the stairs. Law, worried and acting abulic as ever play his role perfectly. He was supposed to be a tree, so he didn't have to say anything.

Cora slides, limping after falling for a second time to his seat. You mumble, "what happened?". "I wanted to buy him a charm for his costume since I wasn't able to help you with it, but the car got stuck and I had to run to get in time" he whispers.

And you can't help but kiss his cheek. What a wonderful dad he is...

"Oh and I fell over my phone, so yeah… we will have to buy a new one". "CORA!"

The brief conversation ends when the play is coming to an end. The kiddos turn around and the teachers give them papers. You wonder what they are, since Law did rehearse the whole performance in front of you but never did anything with them.

To the sound of jingle bell rocks, the children turn around showing to the public handmade posters with a message written on them. Law had drawn some hearts and smiley faces all around a "Merry Christmas Daddy & Mommy "

Instant tears sprouting from Rosi and your eyes, as your son smiles, holding with his tiny hands such beautiful message.

"We are so lucky, babe"

"Yes, yes we are…" ♡~

[hermannsthumb]

I have a fun prompt I've been thinking about I hope you have time for one day! When Newt and Hermann meet actually things go really really well and they even get together. It's just they bicker so much and have huge science-based arguments that everyone assumed they must have hated each other on sight.

sure thing! i had fun with this one

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"So," Newt says. "I was talking to Tendo today."

Across the mess table, Hermann hums in feigned interest. Newt knows it's feigned 'cause Hermann doesn't stop either thing he's doing: using his left hand to wind noodles around a fork, and using his right hand to scribble away a series of lengthy equations on the back of a paper napkin. His full attention has been hopping between both for about ten minutes now—no room for Newt to slip in there. He's testing his limits enough as it. Half of the last equation ended up scratched into the tabletop, and the last time he lifted his fork to his mouth, it was empty. And then he swallowed anyway. Newt kinda loves the guy.

"Yeah," Newt says, deciding to continue like Hermann responded the way he was actually supposed to respond, which would've been something along the lines of what an utterly fascinating story, Newton, do tell me more. I love hearing you talk, Newton. How marvelously smart you are, Newton, and how melodic and breathtaking your voice is. Now watch me bite down on an empty fork again. "Kinda funny. He was asking how we met."

Hermann finally looks up at Newt suspiciously over the rims of his glasses, which are slipping slowly down his nose. He stills them with the tip of his index finger before they land in his dinner. "Why?"

"I don't know, man," Newt says. "He just was. It was like, small talk, you wouldn't get it. He dropped by the lab when you were out this morning to let me know that there was extra space if we wanted it. Like, lab space." Hermann resumes scratching an equation into the table absently. Newt rolls his eyes. "As in, we could have separate labs if we wanted now."

Hermann knits his eyebrows together. "Separate laboratories?"

When Newt and Hermann first started at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, the k-scientist team was pre-existing and significantly bigger, and anyone who joined on later—like, you know, them—basically got shoved in wherever they fit. For Newt and Hermann, that happened to be Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1 (the only basement level), along with a former marine biologist who was killed on a research excursion a month later when a kaiju made unexpected landfall, like, right on top of their chosen shelter. Bad luck. Anyway, Newt's known about the existence of other Hong Kong Shatterdome lab spaces in the vague and absent sort of way that you would an urban legend, but (similarly so) he never thought he and Hermann would actually ever lay eyes on one. And then Tendo stopped by to dangle it in front of Newt on a stick.

"The other labs were being used as storage for ages after everyone else—" Newt searches for a word tasteful enough to encapsulate got stomped by a kaiju and wised up and decided to live out what are probably our last few days before the world ends with their families instead of alone in a military bunker. "—left. Anyway, Tendo told me they've been going through shit like crazy this month, I think to see if they can salvage any old tech, and that the other labs are basically totally emptied out now. We just have to ask and they're ours."

Hermann sets down both his pen and fork, twisting his mouth contemplatively. He finally loses the battle against gravity with his glasses, and they miss his plate by an inch, swinging back on their chain and bouncing harmlessly against his chest instead. Newt briefly wonders if getting a chain for his own glasses would save them from their frequent fatal falls into kaiju organ cavities and buckets of non-neutralized kaiju blood, but decides not even the money he'd save on replacement pairs would make a fashion faux pas like that worth it. "You know I don't much fancy the basement," Hermann says.

"Your joints," Newt agrees. The damp of the basement sets Hermann's joint pain off frequently, something Hermann talks about just as frequently. Newt's not really a fan of the basement either, though for different reasons—he would kill to get some windows and natural, non-fluorescent light in there. Sun lamps can only do so much. He's pretty sure he'd fucking glow if he stepped outside right now. Also, it's cold down here.

"And it might be nice to be closer to LOCCENT, in case of an emergency," Hermann continues. "And closer to—oh, hang on. What has this got to do with us?"

"Huh?"

"How we met," Hermann says. "You said, that Tendo asked—"

"Oh," Newt says. It's his turn to play coy. He stirs his chopsticks through his own dinner, accidentally flicking a piece of tofu to the table. It lands on top of Hermann's etched equations. Hermann scowls, because that's how their routine goes: Newt gets Hermann's stuff dirty, and Hermann gets mad. "Well. It was just that Tendo was like you can finally be out of each other's hair, how the hell did you guys get stuck together anyway when you obviously can't stand each other, that kind of stuff."

"Ah," Hermann says.

"And I said that it was because we knew each other before," Newt says, "and that we transferred here together. And that's when he asked."

"And what did you say?" Hermann says.

"That we used to correspond professionally," Newt says, "and met at a conference way back in 2017." He adds, with a grin, "Also professionally."

This was technically true. Newt and Hermann did write to each other, professionally, and they did meet at a conference, professionally, but what went down after a long and public shouting match in the events hall of a very nice hotel—in Hermann's room, five floors up in that very nice hotel—was not very professional. The events of the week that followed—spent, intermittently, between Hermann's hotel room, several coffee shops, a bench under a tree in Newt's favorite park, a rotation sushi restaurant, brushing knees shyly on the tram, and, finally, clasping hands on the staircase of Newt's apartment and gazing deeply into each other's eyes—weren't very professional, either, but Newt likes to think that they were very romantic. Rom-com level shit. Newt revealed none of this to Tendo, who referred to the 2017 conference as that Infamous Day for the rest of their conversation. "Well, it was professional," Hermann sniffs.

But he reaches across the table, and, very timidly, crosses his pinkie over top of Newt's. It's the most blatant form of PDA Hermann ever willingly engages Newt in. Newt thinks if he ever tried to touch two fingers at once in anywhere but the lab, or God forbid, hold his whole hand, Hermann's ears might start emitting steam like something out of a cartoon. "It might be nice," he says again.

Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1, is unique—Newt knows—in that Newt and Hermann's quarters are connected to it directly. None of the other labs have that luxury (and Newt has a feeling it's because Lab Space D wasn't actually intended as a lab space). He remembers being told that when they were shoved into it. Yeah, you have the darkest and tiniest lab space on base, but your rooms are right there! When Newt wants to go to Hermann's room, or if he's in Hermann's room and needs a sweatshirt or something from his own, he just has to step the three feet between their two doors. Moving labs could throw a wrench in that—they might be asked to move quarters, too, and might be shuttled to opposite sides of the Shatterdome, and though they could just bite the bullet and request couple's quarters already, it's nice to have their own spaces when they need it. That would never work. And, well, besides—the lab, their lab, feels like home to them at this point. Newt shrugs.

"On the other hand," Hermann says, and he taps Newt's pinkie lightly, "I quite like how things are. I can live with the damp, really."

"We can get a dehumidifier," Newt offers.

Hermann nods, and he gives Newt the barest hint of a smile.

Their monthly delivery of lab supplies—whatever they can afford with their shoestring budget, which, these days, mostly means chalk, rubber gloves, and nice instant ramen—comes three weeks later. Newt wouldn't exactly call the Shatterdome delivery guy a friend, seeing as he has yet to divulge his name to Newt (and also Newt's pretty sure he has a thing for Hermann, since he always seems to wait until Hermann is in the lab to stroll by with his package trolley and always calls him Dr. Gottlieb with big stupid heart eyes, oh, Dr. Gottlieb, that new sweater looks soooo nice on you!, so anyway, that makes him Newt's rival by default), but he, at least, recognizes and acknowledges Newt at this point. That's more than Newt can say for most people on the base. After his usual greeting to the two of them (hey, Newt, oh, hellllooo, Dr. Gottlieb, did you do something new with your hair?), he starts to unload their packages, also like usual.

"I was surprised to see that you guys are still down here," he tells Newt, not like usual. "Tendo mentioned something about you getting your own labs."

"He did?" Newt says, meaning to frown, but grinning instead. It's kind of fun to be the subject of gossip. He pulls off his gloves and tosses them in the trash to help with their supplies—the dehumidifier he requested should be in there, and it's fancy and definitely on the bigger side.

"Yeah," their delivery guy continues. He hands Newt a fuckin' massive brick of a package. Hermann's stupid chalk. The amount that Hermann tears through in a month really is astounding: Newt has a private theory that Hermann is an undercover space alien from a planet where chalk constitutes all of the primary food groups, and he secretly sneaks out here and eats it in the dead of night when Newt is asleep. "Anyway, sorry I'm late," the delivery guy says, as Newt imagines Hermann crunching on a piece of chalk like a carrot stick, "I went to all the other labs first."

"No worries, dude," Newt says. "Sorry for the confusion."

He lugs the package over to Hermann's desk, and drops it down on the only spot not over-cluttered with papers and books. Hermann complains about Newt's messiness a lot for a guy who is just as bad, if not worse. "Need any now?" Newt asks Hermann.

Hermann, scribbling away at his chalkboard, grunts. Newt decides that's a no.

"Hard at work, Dr. Gottlieb?" the delivery guy says, practically fluttering his eyelashes.

Another grunt. Newt snorts.

"I thought you guys would've moved right away," the delivery guy (obviously disappointed at Hermann's lack of attention) tells Newt. "Tendo mentioned you've been stuck together for a while, ever since some sort of dramatic confrontation at a conference ten years ago." he adds eagerly, "Did you really get thrown out? I don't know how you haven't killed each other yet."

"It's taken a lot of hard work," Newt says. Yeah, the whole being-ejected-from-the-conference-and-barred-from-all-future-ones-forever thing is technically true too, but everyone there was too stuffy and serious for Newt's fun vibes anyway, so he thinks it's their loss. The most important part of the scientific breakthrough process, Newt frequently thinks, was having someone there to challenge you and push back at you. Sometimes loudly. And in public. In the conference hall of a very expensive hotel, in front of all of your scientific peers, some hotel security guards, and a poor graduate student who made the mistake of asking you and your penpal-colleague for your joint opinion on something and got caught in the crosshairs. Besides—out of everyone at that stupid conference, Newt and Hermann were the only ones snapped up by the PPDC, so it's doubly their loss. "And, yeah, we got thrown out. Me and Hermann fight a lot, but we always make up eventually. It's no big deal. It's, like, our thing."

"Make up?"

Newt waggles his eyebrows and doesn't elaborate. The making up part is the best part of arguing with Hermann, honestly, but he's not about to go giving private details about stuff like that to his rival.

By the time Hermann finally descends his ladder, three hours have passed, and Newt is frowning over an email he's just gotten from Shatterdome HR. Hermann will probably see it in a second when he checks his own email—it was sent to both of them, after all—but Newt waves him over to his desk anyway. "Look," he says.

He draws out the spare chair he keeps by his desk (for Hermann), and Hermann drops into it gratefully, propping his cane up against the arm. Then Hermann pushes his glasses up onto his nose and scans the email with a frown of his own. Newt reads it aloud for him anyway. "'Subject: Quarters Reassignment,'" he says. "Dear Drs. Geiszler and Gottlieb: It has recently come to our attention that you will be transferring to Laboratories A&B. Should you wish to transfer quarters as well, you will find the necessary paperwork..."

"By Jove," Hermann groans, and pulls his glasses off again, smudging a bit of chalk on his cheek, "can't they just leave us alone?"

Newt laughs. "I'll tell them we're not interested. Wait, listen to this bit at the end: Congratulations—this must be a relief! Guess they were getting your complaint forms after all, Hermann." Both Newt and Hermann had long-since assumed that any and all official complaint forms stamped with a k-sci lab return address are filed right into the garbage. It's never deterred Hermann from sending them in, though.

"Hmph," Hermann says.

Newt carefully rolls his shirtcuff back down to his wrist and uses it to rub off Hermann's chalk smudge. When it's gone, or at least, mostly gone, he brushes his fingers back through Hermann's short hair. Hermann's eyelids flutter shut, and as he leans into Newt's touch, his creased forehead smooths just a little. "Mm. You're lovely," he murmurs. "We really ought to tell them we're married. It's gone on long enough."

"I guess," Newt says. "But it's kind of funny, isn't it?"

[southsidestory]

Hi, I’m Scarlett, and this is Butters, my beloved cat. I adopted him as a spunky young boy when I was a senior in college. Now he’s a grumpy middle-aged man, and I’d like to see how cantankerous he is when he’s an old man. To do that, I need a little help.

In September, Butters started wheezing, so I took him to the vet. His symptoms were odd for an upper respiratory infection, and over the last two months, it’s become clear that this isn’t a simple kitty cold. His breathing has become more and more labored. He went from nearly 11 pounds to 9.7 in only a month because he’s choking on his food and barely able to eat. After two rounds of antibiotics, steroids, nasal drops and ear drops, and an appetite stimulant, Butters’s vet says the next step is a CAT scan (or possibly an MRI). We don’t know what’s wrong yet, but the most likely culprits are either a foreign object or a tumor in his nasal cavity.

I’m asking for $2500 because my vet estimates that a CAT scan will be between $1500 and $1800, I’ve already spent over $700 on medication, and I want to account for GoFundMe’s 2.9% transaction fees.

If you know me already, then you understand that this year has been hard. So far in 2021, I’ve lost my marriage (and with it my only immediate family), my sweet dog, my financial security, and the place I called home. Truly, if I lose my cat too because I can’t afford to take care of him, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Butters has seen me through thick and thin. Grief and sickness, successes and failures, every major event of my adult life, I’ve had this cat by my side for all of it. Sometimes he felt like the only thing I had left to hang onto, and I’m not ready to let him go yet. Even right now, as I type this, he’s sitting between my arms, purring up a storm. Because God forbid I touch my keyboard without his help.

I’m disabled and living on a fixed income, so anything you can give will be deeply appreciated, whether it’s $2 or $20. Thank you for reading this, and even if you can’t donate, please boost!

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

endgame

request: Can I request a Spencer Reid imagine in which the reader is dating him and is part of BAU? Before they’re called in for the next case, they have a bit of a disagreement about letting her come along on this one. She ends up not going and while they’re gone, she gets caught up in a bit of trouble. She was close by when a building was struck with a bomb, she suffers with only minor injuries and when word gets out to Spencer, he goes back for her to make sure she’s okay and helps to take care of her

for: @fandomofyourchoice-89 

word count: 1,941                                                                                     reading time aprox: 8 mins

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My legs swung side to side on the chair that I sat on, my feet appearing and disappearing underneath the seat, while Spencer was creating a geographical profile on the board. His eyebrows furrowed and lines were etched on his forehead as he peered into the whiteboard intently.

“You okay there bubs?” I spoke out, taking him out of his trance. He responded with a small smile, running his hands through his hair as he sighed. Deep purple bags were evident under his eyes and his hair was tied up into a semi man bun. “That bad?” I empathize, stretching my arms out to offer him a consolation hug.

He dragged his feet towards me, accepting my warm invitation, before collapsing on top of me. “Oh! Geez- Spence- you’re so heavy” I groaned, the entirety of his weight suffocating me all at once. I looked to the office windows of the police station we were in, grateful that Spencer had closed all the blinds before we entered.

“You love me on top of you” He murmured into my neck, his lips slightly brushing against the skin, sending chills down my spine. I proceeded to smack him upside the head, earning a snicker from him.

“Spence please get off of me” I groaned, pushing my quaint arms against his chest. But to no avail, Spencer continued to lay his dead weight against me. I sighed in defeat, wrapping my arms around his head while I stroked the back of his neck with my thumb. Silence engulfed the two of us until I decided to speak up again. “Did you get anywhere?” I asked, running my fingers down his hairline.

He shook his head against my embrace, lifting his head up to look at me with tired eyes. “There’s just something- I feel it- but I just can’t place my mind on it” He grumbled, wearing an eminent frown on his lips.

“Well what is it?”

“This unsub- his victims right? They were found…” He trailed off, getting up to walk over to the board. “Here, here, and here” He pointed out, my eyes watching as he dragged his long fingers across the board. “But our profile doesn’t indicate that any of them would be his kill zones- or matter of a fact- none of them indicate any signs of his endgame” He sighed, placing his hands on his hips in frustration.

“Well Spence, I’m sure it’s noth-”

Suddenly Hotch barged into the room in a frenzy of impatience, the rest of the team following him at the same pace. “You’ve got to see this,” Garcia said frantically, placing her laptop on the table and furiously typed away.

I looked to Emily in confusion, but all I received was a shrug and a similar befuddled expression. I laid my eyes on the rest of the team, scanning their appearances, yet none of them seemed to budge. Finally, I paid attention to Garcia’s presentation of the unsub.

Something was obviously wrong, her fingers shook as she pointed to the board and she couldn’t keep a coherent sentence. “Garcia, it’s okay” I reassured her, giving her a small smile. But instead of receiving one back, her eyes became dull at the sight of me, quickly averting her attention elsewhere. I opened my mouth to add on, but decided against it as I gauged her reaction.

I was in my headspace, thinking about how Garcia responded to me until the mention of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. I whirled my head around, noticing all of my colleagues eyes on me. “What is it?” I laughed nervously, afraid that there might have been a target on my forehead.

My fears seemed to be actualized the second I turned around, my face morphing into mortification as I saw a candid picture of me with a big red ‘X’ across the page. My mouth fell agape while adrenaline ran its course throughout my body.

“Is that-?” I sputtered, looking to Spencer for confirmation, but he was too focused on the picture that he hadn’t taken his attention away from it. His fists were clenched, his chest heaved in an intermittent rhythm, and he hadn’t let a sound slip from his parted lips. “The unsub?” I looked to my colleagues, watching their facial features morph into pity.

Hotch nodded at me with hooded eyes, confirming my fears. My heart stopped and my body rejected the feeling of dismay that began festering inside me, shuddering at any malicious thought that permeated my mind. “We’ll be traveling to his most recent kill in hopes to apply the profile” He stated, looking to the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Garcia lamented with panicked eyes.

“It’s- uhh, I’m going to- I need a moment” I stuttered, tripping over my words as I got up and stepped out of the room.

It wasn’t the first time that an unsub had targeted me or any other member of the team, but this one was different; this unsub was the epitome of evil. The things he would do to the women he captured was far worse than death itself. He would violate these womens’ bodies and slice up their body cavities starting from their genitalia while they were alive.

When I first arrived on scene, my stomach churned at the mere thought of the event, refusing to go to the morgue with Morgan and Spencer. I felt violated just by the knowledge of such an evil being possible; now it’s an evil that could happen to me. It almost angered me that anyone could have such a putrid mind to think of such a thing, to carry on and blend into a crowd with bloodstained hands.

I paced back and forth, repeating a calming mantra in an attempt to ease my mind, yet nothing was nearly effective. I received a few wandering eyes from the officers that ran the station, but I pushed the judgement out of my head as it was too busy being engulfed in distress and acrimony.

The office door creaked open, indicating that someone had stepped out of the presentation room where I was previously in. I turned my head swiftly, my attention landing on the worried expression that Spencer wore as he approached me. My lips curled into a sad smile, hoping he would reciprocate my gesture to lighten up the mood, but to no avail his expression stayed stoic and grim.

“You’re not going on with us,” Spencer declared, an icy tone laced with his words. He made sure the door was closed behind him, whisper-yelling his command at me so we wouldn’t attract any unneeded attention.

“Spence- but I need t-”

“Please don’t argue with me Y/N” He sighed, combing his fingers through his locks, untying the man bun he wore previously.

“Spencer you see what this unsub is doing to all those women, I have t-”

“No you don’t Y/N- just please sit this one out” He pleaded, looking into my eyes for any sign of submission.

“Look Spence, I’m- god- I’m scared Spencer” I admitted, letting the truth wash over our encounter. “I can’t just stay here, I need to be out there doing something” I justified, hoping that he could understand and empathize with what I was feeling.

“Y/N you could do the same if you stayed here at the station- you can help Garcia and-”

“Spencer you have to understand-”

“No! Y/N” He impulsively blurted out, clutching the ends of his sleeves, which was usually an indication for his frustration. “You’re not going- I’ve already talked to Hotch and he said” He began to explain until I cut him off.

“YOU WHAT!” I exclaimed, but afterwards felt self conscious about the volume of my words. “You what?” I repeated in a calmer voice.

“Y/N I already talked to Hotch and he said that you’re off the case” He finished, belittling me like a parent would at their petulant child.

“So now you’re calling all the shots now, huh big guy” I scoffed, tucking my hands into my elbows. “You have absolutely no right to-”

“No right to what? To protect you? To keep you out of harm’s way?” Spencer combated, pulling me into a secluded corner that was farther away from the door and the crowd of workers in front of us.

“Not only are you commanding me not to go on the case, you had the audacity to tell Hotch to kick me off?” I spat at him, feeling every bit of fear I had previously dissipate and transform into enmity. “You’re unbelievable!” I exasperated, throwing my hands up and turning away from him. I was about to walk away to join the rest of the team, but I was forcefully pulled back by my wrist.

“Where are you going?” Spencer fumed as I yanked my arm out of his grasp.

“Away from you and to get myself back on the case” I jeered. I knew trifling with Spencer wasn’t the brightest idea, but messing with my career was a force to be reckoned with.

“Y/N can you not?” Spencer huffed, stepping in front of me to cut me off.

“Spencer I can take care of myself” I nudged past him, pushing him against his shoulder to make a few strides towards the room.

A heavy silence followed after the heated argument, the clacks that my shoes made against the stone floors enhanced the forceful steps I took. I felt every fiber of my being ignite in embers while I tried to recollect my composure. I peeked at Spencer through my peripheral vision, seeing his chest rise and fall in exasperation, the veins on his forehead bulging and prominent, and his hands being furiously wiped against the side of his pants.

Before I had the chance to turn the doorknob, Spencer had stopped me in my tracks with the sound of his voice. “Do you wanna end up like her?” He scoffed, gazing at me with a frustrated, yet desperate expression.

I titled my head in confusion of his words, almost ignoring him completely so I could proceed through the door.

“Do you wanna end up like Maeve?”

My blood ran cold at the mention of her name, feeling my heart clench for Spencer. I gripped the doorknob, hoping to alleviate the haunting feeling that washed over me. “That’s not fair Spencer” I warned, shutting my eyes, unable to face him.

“You know what’s not fair? You getting yourself hurt- or even worse- because you were too damn stubborn to listen to me-” He peeved. “I don’t know if you realize Y/N, but frankly I’m trying not to end up with another dead gir-”

“That’s not fair Spencer and you know it!” I repeated, meeting the coldness that was present in his usually warm eyes. I gritted my teeth, letting go of the doorknob as he slowly made his towards me.

“Then what’s fair Y/N?” He mocked, shrugging his shoulders in a petty manner.

“I’m going Spencer” I affirmed, standing my ground. His face seemed to harden at my words, the anger and spite in his expression growing into an irrational state. He glared at me, bumping into my shoulder as he brushed past me.

I wish that was what we left on; where he would storm back into the room with an exacerbated stature. But he decided to leave our encounter with a few words that were left to linger in the back of my mind.

“Come back dead for all I care”

part 2

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taglist: @rexorangecouny @howdycharlie @linthebinbag​

part 2 coming soon

also, i’m in my first year of university right now so most of my imagines will be two part-ers because of all the school work- if you’re curious im a biology major. thank you for bearing with me <3

[himbowashington]

Please, Daddy?

NSFW: Smut Loki x Mobius

It begins quite innocuously, things had been tense between them for a while but something was different about this time they could both feel it, settled into their bones.

Mobius dealt with the feeling by knocking his walking pace up a notch or two forcing Loki, despite being the taller of the two, to struggle behind him. He exhaled deeply trying to clear his mind focus on the variant. Don’t get distracted.

“Slow down!” Loki calls forcing Mobius to face him by stopping his stride. Just as Mobius is about to turn to start walking again, Loki pushes him running for the elevator door which is trying to close. Mobius thinks many things, the chief one of them being, that bastard.

Another thing he notices is that Mobius is faster than he looks, and stronger too, Loki thinks as he hears the older man barreling behind him. He throws himself foward in a way that seems almost reckless even to Loki.

And then everything stops.

He feels rather than sees Mobius slam into his trying to restrain his hands behind his back, pressed up against the wall. There is a quiet struggle between them before Mobius gains the upper hand pushing in hard up against the wall, angry with him, Loki realizes. The feeling is exhilarating.

Maybe it was frustration, or rage, or exhaustion or a mixture of three but regardless something in Mobius, made him lean foward his mouth close to Loki’s ear as he stilly firmly presses the other man to the wall. “Gotcha.” He says simply.

“What’re going to do to me?” he asks in a probing voice. Mobius noticed, but brushes it off as Loki trying to be his typical theatrical self.

“What’re you doing to me?” Mobius retorts roughly shaking the younger man a bit to try and shake him out of it.

The door dings closed.

Loki gasps.

Mobius’ mind reels trying to process the two events. Mobius is angry and overwhelmed with the feeling of betrayal, full of rage. He pushes Loki harder, almost too hard, back against the wall. “You like that?” he taunts, voice lower than loki had ever heard it, gruff, strained.

Loki makes a noise deep in his throat, a whine. “Please, Daddy.”

It’s Mobius’s turn to gasp. He leans his forehead against loki’s shoulder blade “What’d you say?” Mobius says in a startling clear voice. Loki panics. He must have miscalculated somewhere.

Loki starts to collapse in on himself, face beet red in embarrassment. Fuck Fuck Fuck, how to get himself out of this one? He goes for the traditional walk back approach. “This is a mindgame isn’t it, leyfeyson? You think you can move me around like your little puppet but i’m not your dog!” he says in a somehow angrier voice than his earlier one. Loki closes his eyes. “S’ not a game.”Loki says quietly. “ I don’t trust you.”

“You don’t have to.” he replies giving the agent pause. “why?” he says, and loki can’t help but smile, mobius’s curiosity was one of loki’s favorite things about him. “Let me turn around, I’ll show you.” “I’ll kill you if you try anything. i mean it.” Mobius threatens. The agent turns slightly before slamming on the red emergency stop button on the elevator, the cart abruptly stopping and a faint red lighting replacing the LEDS turn on. Loki wants to see the older mans face cast in that red light, study it like a dutch oil painting, but instead he waits. “Not having you get away this time. If you try to fuck me over again.” Mobius says in tired explaination, then begins to step back a pace or so to free Loki slightly from his grip. “Alright, show me.”

loki considers all the ways this could go wrong before deciding to as always do it anyway.

He shifts to facing Mobius, and Mobius scans over him quickly, looking for clues like he was trained. His eyes reach Loki’s pants and then he does a slight double take. Loki’s pants look painfully tight and strained on him, tenting up in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Mobius entire jaw goes stiff for a second, the bone perturbing. He is silent for a moment. “This is a trick.” he says finally, because it feels like one in the same way that people don’t leave there brand new cadillacs running with the keys in them because that’s a trick, it’s a set up, plain and easy.

“No tricks, Ive got my collar on, remember?” Loki retorts and Mobius blinks, because it’s true.

Then the world feels like it’s shifting off its axis for the too of them staring back at one another. “Loki-“ Mobius starts in a pleading voice, a desperate one, Loki thinks as a chills runs up his spine.

“You are handsome. You shouldn’t sell yourself short, you know.” Loki adds suddenly making Mobius freeze.

“The grumpy silver fox thing works for you.” he says and the elder scoffs.

He turns back to face Loki, his eyes getting darker and shaded by the moment.

He takes a step closer. There foreheads almost touch.

“Say it again.” Mobius says breathless.

“Say what?” he asks coyly, reaching up to snake his hands through Mobius’s short grey hair.

“You know what!” Mobius replies quietly, equally parts frustrated and embarrassed by his own addition.

Loki reaches out to pull at his tie, yanking the older man forward.

he leans forward and kisses the other in way that could only be described as lewd before pulling away, panting slightly, the god of mischief smiling back at him with swollen lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“Daddy, please.”

The statement stops the other man’s brain for a moment, short circuiting.

Mobius knows what he’s doing, where normal human life spans were a hundred years at best, Mobius had been around for thousands, and he really had been around, learned all the tricks of the trade, studying them with the same intensity with which he studying every detail about Loki.

He moves foward quickly shucking off parts of Loki’s jumpsuit easily. Loki reaches foward and starts to clumsily undo the other man’s dress shirt. Mobius laughs, in a breathless, panting sort of way that drives Loki insane before collecting both hands in his own to kiss them softly. Loki spreads his fingers out flexing, before tentatively popping one in the older man’s mouth. He sucks on loki’s finger for moment before letting go with a wet pop, still holding the hand in question. “Mobius.” he moans and the older man turns to him gaze sharpened to watch him squirm.

“What is it, baby?” he asks softly, gently, in his comforting voice like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him. He presses kisses to Loki’s palm and forearm. “what, my kitten?” he absolutely purrs, and Loki stops breathing. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to come standing right here like this.” he says all at once words flowing into to one another. Mobius groans pressing his face into Loki’s neck before dragging his teeth against the soft expanse of skin there.

“Please, Please, No ones coming. There’s no next stop, you pressed the button it’s just us.” he reasons frantically, and that when he hears it for the first time. It takes him a moment to realize what the sound is and even longer to realize it was coming from Mobius, a low growl, deep, vibrating his whole chest cavity in a way that reverberated off Loki’s.

“I shouldn’t.” he says in a voice the sound unconvinced even to himself

Loki shrugs his shoulders rolling his eyes and then drops to his knees.

Mobius takes a pace back, blinking rapidly. “Oh Jesus Christ.” he lets out as he realizes what’s happening. He feels a hand slide up his torso but does nothing to push it away, it settles at his belt buckle, “Fuck,” he lets out as he feels a finger dip between the waistline of his pants to touch skin underneath. “Loki-Loki- you don’t- you don’t have to do this if -“ Mobius pauses, out of breath, his statement strikes him as ridiculous. Without breaking eye contact with him Loki nuzzles forward ever so gently before mouthing wetly over the crotch of the older man’s freshly pressed slacks. Mobius throws his head back so hard, there’s a slight noise made when it connects to the wall behind him. “Jesus christ,” he pants, “Look at me.” Loki commands and Mobius snaps his head back to face Loki, Loki whose mouthing at his dick, Loki, that’s going to blow him. Mobius groans looking away again. It’s too much. “Be a good boy, do what I say. Look at me.” The world now is spinning at even faster dizzying pace, in circles. All Mobius can do is obey. He looks down and Loki does the unthinkable, he looks up at him with green doe eyes, nuzzling the throbbing dick of the man in front of him, and then extends his arm up again dragging it across Mobius’ torso without breaking eye contact. Mobius latches onto the arm like a lifeline. Both breathing hard, the air of the elevator humid and thick. Mobius rests his arms out against the side railing of the elevator. Maybe there is a heaven he thinks for a few moments as he watches a literal god unzip his pants with shaky hands. He must had done something right was the second thought and then he felt Loki reaching down his boxers and begin to jerk him off and he thought nothing but of Loki and blinding hot pleasure. He bucked as he felt the wet mouth accommodate him, licking up the slides, Loki’s mouth was warm, and he instinctively moved a hand to cradle Loki’s face delicately like glass.

“Perhaps another prince” Slvie had said. She was right. Mobius was so gentle and mannerly with him, almost courtly galant, a prince he should be, Loki thought as Mobius very lightly started to shift his hips into the others face, keeping his hand around the jaw that expanded around his cock. Mobius groaned at the thought if it. His cock in loki’s mouth. Loki stared up at him at him in a way that made him feel like he were the only person in the world. “Don’t you need to stop and breathe for a second or something?” he asks ever concerned about loki’s condition at all times.

Loki answers this by speeding up causing Mobius to hiss reaching with both hands to tangle in Loki’s hair. He pulls and scratches at the scalp appreciatively, almost petting him at times. Loki moans around him and suddenly Mobius’ ears were ringing.

Mobius is properly fucking into his mouth now as he’s figured out that the pleasure Loki gets is far worth the danger to him. Loki wants to be loved, to be claimed, Mobius knew that from studying him, the stories of a second best prince and outcast, craving connection. So he had decided to claim him, to let himself fall into the moment. So he did, digging a hand into Loki’s hair with one arm and cradling the face with the other. “Good boy. Good boy.” he repeats thoroughly debatched and desperate. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking good boy aren’t you? Even though you play words games youre thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock, is that what you like? To be my good boy? To suck my cock, baby?“ Mobius’s voiced is more high pitch now, whiney almost. He groans as he feels Loki slow, and eventually let off with another lewd pop. Mobius panted. His eyes never leaving Loki’s as he watches the man kiss the way back up his chest, “Yes, Daddy.” He said in his ear before turning them around to use the pressure of Loki’s back against the wall to ride him. As Mobius turns to realize what he means for them to do two things happen, one Mobius hauls Loki’s tight little doll body up slightly to line himself up with the younger man’s entrance and the thought that there most definitely was a heaven. He pauses a moment looking into the others face, cast in the red light, concerned, careful of him, “Are you sure?” he breathes out and Loki starts to settle him self lower onto Mobius in response. they both gasp when Loki bottoms out, Mobius growls again shaking both of their chest the vibration comforting to Loki. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out, Leyfeyson, think you can handle that?”he asks gruff. “I’m gonna fuck you so good your legs shake for a week and you’ll be sure I introduced myself as daddy and didn’t give you any other names. All you’ll be able to think is Daddy please,” Loki gasps grasping desperately at Mobius’ head. “The fucking mouth on you, christ, I wished have done this sooner.” Loki says, nose to nose with Mobius as he pounding into the other. Mobius takes advantage of the situation by reaching down a giving a heavy stroke to Loki’s leaking dick. Loki moans, head back, where Mobius places kisses and bites, making him squirm even more, pulling at him. “You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful god you’re so fucking tight you’re such a good boy.” He rambles in Loki’s ear. “Daddy please, Daddy please fuck me harder, fuck me harder- yeah like that just- fuck keep going-“ Loki rambled back, reacting to Mobius switching speeds, pumping the others cock deftly driving him wild. Mobius fucks up into Loki as obediently as in any other task, with a tireless dedication and a chase of pleasure, his mouth is slack open, they’re both close, panting bodies slick with sweat. “make me belong to you.” Loki says brokenly and mobius hips stutter he shifts so that he can go deeper into loki getting lost in where one body began and the next ended “Come on fuck me like you mean it.” Loki teases but secretly still hopes for a reaction out out of the older man, which he gets, Mobius starts snapping his hips in a way that must have taken at least a millennia to perfect. “I mean it” he says licking a stripe down Loki’s neck whining. “I fucking love you - I love you.” Loki gripped at the nape of the other man’s neck. “Say it again, please -“ I love you i love- i love you fucking love you - Christ.” Loki came and when he did He kept riding mobius, “i’m yours make me yours, daddy” Mobius came with a cry tensing for a moment.

and so it all really went back to that phrase, the way he’d moan the word out, almost purring like a cat “Please, Daddy?” And how could mobius ever deny him with such a pretty face like loki’s, humans were meant to worship gods, It was natural, Mobius thought as he looked at Loki’s face, peaceful, relaxed.

[pascalpanic]

Prom Date (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: It’s approximately 2030, and you were in the graduating high school class of 2021. Your boyfriend, Frankie, is slightly older than you and doesn’t know that you never got a prom, a graduation, any of it. Being the sweetheart he is, he decides that he needs to fix that. 

Warnings: cursing, the tiniest allusions to Frankie’s drug problem and his ex-wife, cavity-inducing fluff

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Okay, this one goes out to the kids who don’t get the chance for prom because of COVID: that sucks. This is my fix-it fic for you! This takes place after the events of Triple Frontier mainly because I didn’t want to write Tom but as if it happened a number of years after it did in the timeline so it’s maybe around 2030 here and the heist happened in like 2028ish then? So Frankie’s the age he was then, separated from the mom of his kid, and getting maybe like 50/50 custody of her. Here’s my inspo for what Luna, Frankie’s baby looks like! Her mom is only briefly mentioned but that’s where the gray eyes come from, the brown wavy hair is all him 💖. Also, I think the nickname Thumper is adorable for little kids who have lots of energy (it was also my nickname as a baby) and so Frankie most definitely calls Luna “Thumper”. I also, naturally, have inspo for the reader’s dress and Luna’s, but the outfits are never described specifically so you can feel free to imagine what you want for their outfits! Additional note: I don’t understand children’s milestones so please just suspend your disbelief if Luna is doing something that’s not fitting for a kid of 22 months, oops. Biggest thanks to @lunasblipsandblurbs​ and @ilikechocolatemilkh​ for their help- there may or may not be two characters named after them in here ;) and as always, my trusty proofreader Miki (who’s a nerd and doesn’t have Tumblr)

Movie night was going as it usually did for you and Frankie Morales: the TV droned quietly in the background while you cuddled with him, sitting in his lap. The two of you chattered and made out instead of watching the movie. Somehow the conversation made its way to your high school experience. That was a long time ago now. Both of you were fully grown adults. Hell, Frankie had a baby, you were working on a Master’s degree, and the two of you lived in a house together. Your high school experience was far different from his, you two soon discovered. He had all of it; you had your junior and senior year during a pandemic.

Your boyfriend looks at you incredulously. “So you never had a prom?”

You shake your head. “I wish I did, but no. I cried so hard when they announced that it wouldn’t happen,” you admit with a sad smile. “My best friend and I still wore gowns and got dressed up, but we just took pictures in the park and ate Mexican food on the couch.”

“As much as that sounds like a blast, that’s so shitty,” Frankie chuckles and snuggles you closer to his chest. “Was all of your senior year like that?”

“Pretty much,” you nod. “Fully digital and everything. Didn’t even get the chance to go to my junior prom either.” 

“Jesus. And you had the shit luck to be born into the one year where you didn’t get either?” He asks, rubbing your back and nuzzling his face into your hair. 

“Class of ‘21, what a time,” you sigh. It was true- you were the one graduating class that the pandemic hit hardest. It had upset you at the time, but you had gotten over it by now. It was years ago anyway, that didn’t matter. “My luck can’t be that shit. I still have a pretty damn cute boyfriend,” you tease and lift your head, softly kissing his lips before breaking away and resting your head on his shoulder once more. 

Frankie pouts down at you. “But you got all of that taken from you! Senior year was supposed to be the time to slack off and have fun. I took, like, two shop classes and one on basic aviation. Didn’t do anything,” he laughs. 

“Even if I was at school, it wouldn’t have been like that for me, Frankie,” you chuckle softly. “I was taking a bunch of classes for college credits and everything.”

“I know, hermosa, you’re a nerd. Just play along with me this time,” he asks jokingly, jostling you around on his lap. 

“Frankie,” you squeal and cling to him, laughing. “Fine. Poor me, I didn’t get anything from my senior year. It has haunted me and made my life a living hell.” You give him a fake pout. “Is that better?”

A smile covers his face as he looks at you. “Much better. Because now that you’re upset, I’m going to get to make it better. We’re throwing you a prom.”

You immediately frown. “Frankie, we’re adults now. Prom is not important to me the way it was then,” you try to reason with him, but you know your boyfriend. If he’s got a plan, you can’t get him out of it. 

Frankie shakes his head and takes off his ball cap, setting it on your head teasingly. “Too bad. We’re having a prom for you, babe. You deserve it, a night all about you. Here, you know what?” He says, his face lighting up as another idea pops into his head. “We’ll do it for your birthday, since that’s coming up. We’ll have a birthday party-prom for you,” he says, absolutely beaming. 

“No, Frankie,” you start to protest, but he cuts you off. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll dress Luna up, I’ll rent a tux, we can invite the boys,” he offers and the more he talks, the more you have to admit that this idea sounds like a blast. Your frown slowly eases into a smile as he talks. “Oh, you like it, this is happening,” he laughs and kisses your head, pulling you close to his chest. “Babe, will you be my prom date?”

“It’s not the most elegant of prom-posals,” you tease, “but it’ll do. Of course I will.” You nod and beam up at him. He kisses your forehead and the two of you return to watching the movie.

-

When the day, your birthday, rolled around, your first order of business was queueing the music for the night. Frankie had decided it was your night, and that made it that much easier for him to pin that responsibility on you. It was to ensure you liked the music that was playing, he had said, and he had half-heartedly meant it. 

As you sat on the bed you shared with your boyfriend, bouncing his daughter on your knee, you filled out the playlist for the dance. “There better be some Fleetwood Mac on there,” Frankie says with a grin as he walks into the room, fresh from the shower. Luna, his baby, reaches for him excitedly and he picks her up. “And maybe something like Baby Shark for this one,” he teases and blows a raspberry onto her tummy, earning a giggle from his daughter.

You grin up at him and his little girl, laughing. “Luna’s only in it for the pictures, come on,” you say and tilt your head as you look at him. “But you’ll be happy to know that I put down The Chain as the first song of the night.”

“Yes!” Frankie exclaims and flops down on the bed next to you, Luna giggling as the two of them fall. She crawls over to lie between the two of you, enjoying being between her two favorite people. “Aw, is that your mama?” He chuckles, and you shake your head.

“Frankie, no,” you say and bite your lip for a second, looking away from the two of them. You know she loves you, and you absolutely adore her, but it hurts your heart that you’ll probably be nothing more than Dad’s girlfriend to her. “She knows that.”

“Hey, she knows the difference in you and Maria,” he shakes his head. “But that’s her mother, and you’re her mama, right niña?” he coos to the little girl and she giggles, burying her face in your stomach. It melts your heart. “Yeah, your mama.”

“My niña,” you murmur happily and pull her up to your chest, wrapping your arms around her. Luna relaxes happily as her head meets your chest. Frankie chuckles a little at the fact that your Spanish grammar isn’t entirely correct, but he doesn’t challenge your words. “Are you gonna tell me what your daddy is planning for tonight?” You ask her, teasingly nonchalant, before looking down at Frankie.

His face holds a little bit of a red flush. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” he says, playing it cool.

“I know you too well, Francisco,” you tease and look down at him, rubbing Luna’s back gently. “You’ve got some kind of surprise plan for tonight, and I can’t tell what it is, but I know you’re planning something. You’ve got the worst poker face,” you laugh and cup the side of his face with your hand, enjoying the feeling of the stubble beneath your palm.

Frankie shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he repeats, but you can feel the way his skin warms with the lie. “I don’t have anything planned that you don’t know about,” he tells you quickly.

You simply smile at him and rub the side of his face. “That’s a blatant lie, babe. But I’ll let it slide, since I know whatever surprise it is will be a good one,” you chuckle and press your lips to his. He smiles back and cups your face too. Luna makes a noise of disgust and pushes the two of you away. You both laugh at her action and smile down at the little girl, a carbon copy of her father save for her eyes. She takes her tiny hands and puts them on either side of Frankie’s face, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Oh my god, Luna,” you laugh. “Am I not good enough for your daddy? Is he breaking up with me, is that it?”  You ask teasingly.

“I’m getting you dressed up and treating you nice before breaking up with you, yes,” Frankie retorts sarcastically and rests his head on your shoulder, picking up his little girl and bringing her to sit between the two of you, perfectly fitting in the space where your thighs press against each other. 

“You never know,” you shrug with a smile. Luna grabs your face and kisses your nose this time, and your heart melts. “Aw, thank you. We’re each getting some love, huh?” You ask the little girl and tug at her wavy brown whale-spout ponytail. “Well, I think you and I need to get all dolled up, don’t you think?” You ask her and she giggles excitedly, babbling an affirmation in her little speech pattern. 

Scooting off the side of the bed, you kiss Frankie sweetly before picking Luna up. “Alright, Thumper,” you say with a mock groan. “Wow, you’re growing so much,” you say as you jokingly grunt at the effort of holding her. “You’re gonna be as tall as your daddy soon!” Luna protests that, giggling and playfully hitting your arm, mimicking what she’s seen her father do teasingly.

Frankie watches the two of you adoringly, his heart in his eyes. The two girls that matter most to him. “Hopefully not,” he shakes his head, chuckling and simply watching the two of you interact.

-

Frankie and Santiago did a wonderful job decorating, and the backyard is beautiful just as the sun goes down. Twinkle lights line the perimeter of the stone patio, and the night is a wonderfully warm dream, the colors of the sky absolutely stunning with tiny cotton wisps floating through. The boys are all dressed in their tuxedos, Frankie even omitting his traditional ball cap and putting some gel into his curls, and you beam as you and their dates take pictures of the four of them. They’re making the “delta” symbol with their index fingers and thumbs, naturally, since the Delta Squadron seems to be their favorite thing to call themselves. “You look like a bunch of sorority girls,” you call out over the already-blasting music, making Frankie’s face flush slightly.

“Santi’s hot as hell, but you sure got the cute one,” Lex, Santiago’s date murmurs to you, and you laugh at that. You wink at Frankie and he winks back, right as you press the button to take the photo. “Look at that, I mean come on,” she laughs and nudges your side. You two just met tonight, unsurprising since Santiago always brings new girls around, but you find her to be easy company. The Miller boys each brought a date, neither anyone you know, but the two of them stand separately. “And you, my dear, are just as cute as your daddy,” she grins down at the little girl holding your dress. “Okay, enough of these idiots,” she calls. “Time for couples’ photos! Moraleses, you first,” she says and scoots you (and subsequently Luna) towards the fence wall, decorated for the photos with fake vines, flowers and twinkling lights.

“We’re not-” you and Frankie both stumble nervously, avoiding saying ‘married’ or any word of the kind. You both give up as your eyes meet, and a smile falls across both of your faces. You give your head a little shake and the two of you dismiss it. The men disband from around Frankie and Luna runs to his side, him squatting down to pick her up. “Mija,” Frankie exclaims as she barrels into his chest, nearly knocking him over. “Don’t you two look wonderful, all matching?” he murmurs and presses a kiss to your lips before Luna groans and pushes your face away. 

You laugh, both at his words and Luna’s actions. The toddler had insisted that the two of you match colors; your dresses were different, but the same hue, and you both had absolutely beamed at the fact that the two of you were dressed similarly, especially when she informed you that she wanted to look just like you. “And you, in your tux,” you smile and break away, straightening Frankie’s bow tie. 

The group takes photos of the two of you as you converse and kiss, especially at Luna breaking the affection up with her tiny hands. You take pictures in different poses: where you stand now, Luna standing on her own, you and Frankie in the classic and cheesy prom pose, some with just you and him, him and Luna, just you and the little girl, who absolutely thrives under the spotlight given to her by the adults. Benny comments like she’s a model walking a runway, and she giggles, hiding her face in the tulle of your skirt. You keep an eye on the level of the sun in the sky, since Frankie’s mom is coming to pick Luna up later to allow the party to last as late as you want it to.

As the pictures are finished, you go to the ledge where you set your phone, starting the first song for the dance part. Just like you promised Frankie earlier, it’s The Chain by Fleetwood Mac. All of the boys holler excitedly as they recognize the song, grabbing their dates and starting to dance with them. Frankie picks up Luna and starts swaying her along to the slow beginning; naturally, with a father like hers, she already knows the tune and shouts along to the words.  You walk over to the two of them, singing already, and Frankie takes your hand, giving you a little twirl. You happily follow along, grinning at his little girl resting against his chest. She’s tired already, and you’re not surprised; despite the excitement of getting ready, it’s past her typical bedtime. He sets her down and she runs off to find her Uncle Santi, dancing with him, and Frankie takes you in his arms, singing the lyrics at the top of his lungs with you. 

As the song draws to an end, the second song comes on: a slow one, the song you and Frankie have always loved. His heart speeds up as he thinks about what he’s about to do. He signals behind your back to the older Miller brother, who finds his way to your phone and turns it down a little. You lift your head from his shoulder at the change in volume, clearly upset. “Will, why the hell did you turn it down?” you call across the backyard, and he simply shrugs, holding the best deadpan he can. Frankie pulls away from you, probably to go knock him upside the head, you assume, but the look on his face confuses you. “What?” you ask him, looking down as you notice Luna has once again attached herself to your leg.

Frankie takes a deep breath then grins at you, and your confusion is just as strong. You ask him the same question, tilting your head, and you notice that the rest of the couples have turned to stare at the two of you. “Mi amor, you know how much I love you, right?” He asks. You nod, a small smile on your face, still confused. “I adore you, with everything in me. The most important thing in my life, my little girl, she loves you just as much. I know I’m a difficult man. I’ve done some messed-up shit, been a junkie, been a recovering idiot basically,” he chuckles softly, “but you never care about that, just about who I am now. You’re so wonderful, so perfect,” he tells you, the softest smile on his face. Your heart starts fluttering. Where did this monologue come from? What is- oh, you realize, and the smile drops. His drops too and he pauses, but you grin again, even wider, and he picks up his train of thought.

“Do you have it, just like we practiced?” He asks as he looks down at Luna, who nods and giggles excitedly. She’s holding something, something she wasn’t before. “Buena, mija,” he nods and ruffles her hair. She hands the object to her father, quickly enough that you can’t see it, then runs off to clutch at Benny’s hand, leaning against him. Your heart stops in your chest as you see what he’s holding: a small, rectangular box covered in velvet. You go to say his name but the words die before they can exit your mouth. “Will you do me the honor,” he begins asking as he falls to one knee and taking your hand, “of becoming my wife, of letting me marry you and be with you forever?” 

Tears well in your eyes at the love in your heart, your face hurting from how wide you’re smiling. He opens the box to reveal the ring inside, simple and elegant yet stunning, just like the relationship between the two of you. You go to tell him yes, to affirm the feelings inside, but your voice breaks. “Yes,” you say, your voice watery and cracking. You nod frantically and he takes the ring from the box, sliding it onto your finger. He stands and you immediately take his face in your hands, kissing him desperately and happily. You giggle into the kiss, and the men and their dates behind him break into whoops and cheers. You laugh as you break away, forehead falling to Frankie’s tuxedoed chest, before looking up through watery eyes and holding up your hand excitedly. Everyone cheers again and you laugh again too, hugging him tight. “Frankie,” you coo lovingly as you break from his chest and look up at him. “This is our senior prom. We’re just kids,” you joke. “You really want to marry me this young?”

That earns a belly laugh from him, shaking his head. “Shut up,” he teases back, spotting Luna’s excited bouncing. “Come here, Thumper,” he calls and waves her over. You both squat down and beckon her over, and she once again zooms into both of your arms.

“Mama and daddy getting married,” she squeals in her little baby voice and it melts your heart, her tone filled with contentment. You nod and squeeze her and her father tighter.

“We sure are, kid,” you laugh and stroke her head. “You’re gonna be my flower-girl-of-honor, right?” You ask and pull away from the hug. She nods excitedly. 

“Flower-girl-of-honor?” Frankie asks and tilts his head.

“Well, she can’t just be my flower girl, Frankie,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s my daughter, right?” you ask her, earning a happy nod. She agreed.

Later, Frankie’s mom indeed came and picked up her granddaughter, absolutely beaming and telling you that she was glad her son finally got the balls to propose. You had both laughed at that, thanked her once again for watching Luna for the night, and returned to the dance floor.

The party seemed to last all night, you and your new fiancé and the rest of the attendees having the time of your lives. “Well, this is the best prom I’ve ever been to,” you tease, grinning up at Frankie as the two of you slow dance. He just chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and singing along to the words of the music playing. “Oh my god, it was a prom-posal,” you gasp as the pun hits you. “Jesus, why did I do that?” he groans sarcastically. “That pun is gonna haunt me the rest of my life now.” “Just like I am,” you sing happily, grinning so wide your nose scrunches. He laughs and shakes his head at that, but pulls you closer into his chest. “You just made a promise you’re not gonna wanna follow through on, Catfish,” you tease. “I’m gonna make your life so miserable.”

Frankie sighs at your sarcasm but smiles contently as he looks down at you. “I don’t think you could if you tried, hermosa,” he tells you before bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss. 

[revengeoftheantichrist]

Seven Devils

AO3  <<<Previous 

Day 7

You woke up to the smell of burning. The cold floor you had fallen asleep on was beginning to warm, indicating how hot the inferno had gotten. You quickly got up, grabbing the rosary and the dagger on your way to the door. Gathering all your strength you gave the door a hard kick, the rotting wood crumbling away and giving you the space to get out of your little prison. Immediately your hit with the heat, it was as if you had opened an oven while at its hottest, making your eyes water a little. You bolted down the corridor towards the dorms, you hoped everyone had gotten out by now. Bursting into the room you tried to wake all your classmates in the room. No one would wake. It was as if everyone was under a spell. This wasn’t a good sign.

The smell of burning got stronger, the heat rising. The heartbeat you had heard all week got lounder, its thrumming seeming to echo into the deepest parts of your mind, all consuming.  

You knew what you had to do, to finish this once and for all. You ran out of the room, towards the courtyard. An axe was leaned against one of the arches, you took it. The heartbeat got louder the closer you got to the tree. You could feel it in the bottoms of your feet as you stood before it. You took a deep breath, before swinging the axe into the tree.

It bled.

The sap was a dark crimson but that didn’t stop you. Crows had surrounded you, pecking and diving at you but it was as if you were possessed, swinging the axe until the tree fell backwards. You dropped the axe and fell to your knees, breathing wildly in exhaustion. You could feel the sap on your bare knees, the stickiness making your skin crawl. You finally turned your attention to the stump. You could see the box in the cavity, snakes forming a defence around it. They hissed as your hands reached towards it. You paid them no mind, using your own hands to uncoil them from the box.

You finally held the box in your hands. Your hands vibrating with the pulse inside. You pulled your rosary from around your neck, placing it in the cavity. It clicked in place, moving the mechanics of the lock system. The lid creaked open slowly.

You gagged at the contents, but they were exactly what you expected. You pulled it out and discarded the box. You held Michael Langdon’s beating heart in the palms of your hands. You sat and stared at it, mesmerised by the organ pulsing without a body.

The sound of falling, burning timber finally snapped you out of your daze. You had to act fast. The only way to end this would be to burn his heart at the altar. You got up and ran towards the burning half of the building. It hadn’t reached the dorms yet, but you had to act fast.

The heat inside the building was unbearable, you were surrounded by flames from all sides. The smoke tickling your throat and making you cough.

The door to the chapel had been burned away. The flames slowly crawling towards the alter but you still had time. The holy candles were still burning. Your vision started to blur as you walked closer to the marble. Your movements became staggered. With shaky hands, you finally placed the heart into the paten. A few pieces of communion bread still in the vessel. You emptied out the little bottle of anointing oil into it, just for good measure. You staggered towards the candle, moving was becoming harder. The wax dripped onto your hand as you moved it towards the paten. With the last of your strength, you brought the flame down to catch the oil.

The paten burst into a violent flame, throwing you onto your back. A black smoke filled the room, clouding your vision and filling your lungs. You moved to your hands and knees, coughing violently. You would have screamed if you could breathe. The floor was crawling with snakes. They slithered over your hands and ankles. You finally raised your head to look at the source, the alter. The smoke had begun to clear up. The silhouette of a tall man could be seen. He began to slowly step forward.

You saw his blue eyes first. So familiar, yet the rage inside them made your skin crawl. You looked down in fear, watching his shoes move closer. The fine leather was right in front of you now. The smell of cinnamon assaulting your senses. He squatted down to you. His ringed hand painfully gripped your chin, moving your head to finally make eye contact with him.

It was the face that had haunted your dreams for the past six nights, grinning at you.

“My my Y/N why is it when we meet, you are always on your knees?” You whimpered in reply. This isn’t how you planned it. This isn’t how it was supposed to end.

The screams of women broke through your thoughts.

Your friends.

The fire must have travelled.

You tried to move towards them, but Michael had his feet on your hands. Crushing them and keeping you in place. “Let go of me!” you cried out, feeling like your bones would snap at any minute. Michael just snarled, grabbing you by your neck and throwing you onto the hot marble. You hissed at the feeling. “I can assure you; the fires of hell are much worse than this.” Your dream flashed through your mind. You tried to reach for the blade you carried, but Michael quickly took it out of your hand, snapping your wrist in the process. “This ended differently last time. I won’t let it happen again,” he growled. You looked up at the ceiling with bleary eyes. The heat made the paint of the frescoes melt into grotesque images; the screams of your peers seemed to get louder. “Music to my ears,” Michael said, closing his eyes and relishing in the heat and pain. “How?” was the only thing you could choke out. He reached over to the candles, holding it so you could see the base. Some sort of demonic seal was stamped into the wax. “Not a single holy candle has burned in this chapel since I took over all those years ago. No one’s ever checked,” he shrugged.

The screaming finally stopped. You knew what it meant, a sob shaking your body. The symbols and scripture carved into the arches and ceiling of the convent were never meant to protect. The realisation washing over your face. Father Langdon only laughed, as if he had been told the funniest joke. “If only people still valued prophetic dreams like they did back then. But I won’t give you the privilege of being a martyr this time St Maria Y/N,” he sang the last part.

His nails had turned claw-like, tearing straight through the fabric of your clothing. Leaving you bare on the burning alter before him. You were sure the smell of burning flesh was from you.

The timber of the chapel began to collapse around you, always narrowly missing you. His hand finally let go of your neck, leaving a collar of bruises behind. His hands ran up and down your body, pinching and groping every inch. The events of tonight had left you paralysed and numb to everything.

“Let me help you fully enjoy the sin of lust this time. God has no use for your body now.”

The heat had gotten to you, you could no longer fight to stay awake. You let your eyes shut, the sound of laughing being the last thing you heard.

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Fire destroys historic convent of St. Maria Y/N, again: No survivors. One missing

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The fire spread through the world. Two lifetimes worth of memories kept you quiet most of the time. You could only cry. The blond man just laughed.

AN: Thank you all for reading, finally another story done! I’m not sure if im totally happy with the ending but i hope it was good enough for my readers! Until next time!

[ragingbookdragon]

How would batfam react to complimenting a s/o being beautiful and s/o says “I know”?

To be honest, I think I went farther than what this was supposed to be, but oh well. Enjoy! -Thorne

Dick:

           “I still don’t understand the necessity of this outfit. It’s absolutely outrageous.” Her glare couldn’t even be considered frigid, it was so freezing as she stared at him through the mirror. He rolled his eyes, tugging the strings tighter, letting a quiet chuckle pass his lips as she sucked in another shocked breath, hands moving to her stomach.

           “It’s for the aesthetic (Y/N).” She grunted as she tried, to no avail, to twist around.

           “This aesthetic is insane Dick. I can’t even breathe!” He let out a ‘pfft’ and shifted in front of her, admiring her body.

           “You know, the corset really brings out your waist.” (Y/N) reached out, shoving him away from her as she turned, stiffly walking to where her jacket rested along the couch.

           “This isn’t even my real waist. My real waist has been sucked up into my chest cavity along with all my lower internal organs.” She tugged the jacket on as best she could, lightly tapping at her lips to make sure her lip stain was dry.

           “You are really beautiful babe.” (Y/N) paused for a moment, then turned around, eyes narrowed knowingly as she quipped,

           “I know I am. And I know what your kink is now.” She waved a hand, slipping into the heels beside the door and began walking towards the front door. “Now hurry up. I didn’t spend two hours struggling into this contortionist’s death trap only to miss the party.” His laughter echoed through the apartment and he added,

           “We could stay home and have a party all on our own?”

           “In your dreams Dickie.”

Jason:

           “You’re twenty-four years old and you still don’t know how to tie a tie? Oh my god. How have you managed to survive in the socialite society Jay?” He rolled his eyes and watched her pull the knot up to the base of his throat.

           “It’s called a clip-on tie (Y/N).” At that, she snorted, pulling his jacket closed, the she stared at him.

           “Does Bruce know you use a clip-on tie for formal events?” Jason reached up, gently squeezing her nose and retorted,

           “Where do you think I got it from smarty-pants?” (Y/N) batted his hand away, glaring at him as she spun around, fingers gently pressing her face to make sure her makeup hadn’t been messed up. He watched her silently from behind, resting back against the wall as she applied the finishing touches of her makeup. (Y/N) glanced back at him in the mirror, catching teal eyes, and she murmured,

           “You’re burning a hole in me Jay. Got something to say?” The corner of his mouth rose in a cocky grin and he quipped,

           “I’m glad we went with the maroon dress…it accentuates your natural beauty.” (Y/N) drew her hand under her chin, fingers delicately tracing her jaw.

           “I’m aware.” His eyebrows rose in satisfaction and he added,

           “I love it when you’re so confident.” (Y/N) turned, giving him a smirk.

           “Then you must love me all the time…because I’m never unconfident.”

Tim:

           He watched in amusement as she slid into the classroom, giving the professor a sheepish smile as she moved to her seat, plopping down beside him. He leaned over after a moment, letting her get her things in order before he questioned, “Rough morning (Y/N)?” She jerked her head up, twisting to glower at him as she pulled the ringed notebook from her bag.

           “Shut up Timmy or I swear to god I will shove you out the window.” He grinned, taking a moment to admire her features; he opened his mouth, but she reached over, shoving her hand against it. “You say one word and I will throw you out the goddamn window.” His eyes narrowed mischievously, then a moment later, she jerked her hand back as if she’d been burned, looking down at it in disgust. “Did you just lick me?!” (Y/N) looked back up at him and bit out, “What are you nine?” Tim simply smiled and retorted,

           “I was going to compliment you, but you wouldn’t let me speak.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she glanced between the board and the blank pages, quickly filling in notes.

           “What are you gonna compliment? My inability to be on time and make a decent effort to dress appropriately?” Tim leaned over, propping his chin on her arm, whispering,

           “I was going to tell you that you looked absolutely beautiful.” She grunted, moving to the next line on her paper.

           “I’m tempted to respond with, ‘that’s only because I’m wearing a Red Robin hoodie’, but I’ll settle for, ‘I know’ instead.” He chuckled at her retort.

           “Babe, that makes me seem narcissistic.” (Y/N) glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and quizzed,

           “And you mean to tell me that you aren’t?” He blinked, shaking his head.

           “I’m not narcissistic.” She snorted, nodding her head.

           “Oh yeah you are. You and your entire family are.”

           “We are not.”

           “That’s because you’ve reached a level of narcissism that you don’t even realize you’re being narcissistic.” Tim opened his mouth to retort when the professor called out to them. They looked down at their papers, then to each other, smirks rising on their lips.

Bruce:

           He hesitated to intervene in the scene before him and opted to wait until she called for him. She rushed behind their third son, dragging the fourth along with her, calling out to their oldest. “Dick! Take Dami to the other bathroom! I’ve got Timmy!” Their oldest nodded, gently maneuvering the young boy down the hall. She pushed at the boy’s shoulders, pointing into the bathroom. “Don’t leave until you’ve stopped being sick.” He didn’t respond, barely sparing her a glance as he rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. It took but a moment, then the sound of retching reached their ears and she lolled her head back, groaning lowly. “I can’t believe they’ve got the stomach bug.” His lips curled into a smile and before he could stop it, he murmured,

           “You’re a good mother…I love you Mrs. Wayne…you’re so beautiful.” Her eyes drew to him and she nodded tiredly, adding,

           “I know I am…but thank you for reminding me anyway Mr. Wayne.” He chuckled, walking up to her.

           “I figured in your situation right now, you’d opt for ‘are you kidding me, I look hideous’.” (Y/N) huffed a laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.

           “Look Bruce, I’m covered in vomit right now because our third child couldn’t hold in his projectile puke.” She tugged the shirt off her body, following with her pants, then added, “If the first thing out of your mouth when you look at your exorcist vomit covered wife is, ‘wow, my wife is such a good mother, I love her, and she’s beautiful’, then I’m not going to question it.” (Y/N) reached over, patting his arm. “Unfortunately, I need to go take a shower, so it’s Batdad to the rescue.” She winked at him and quipped, “And I think Jason is sick too, so he’s coming over to the manor as well.” She’d made it halfway down the hallway when she heard,

           “Mrs. Wayne, that’s the worst thing he could possibly do!” She waved a hand and nonchalantly replied,

           “Not my problem Mr. Wayne!”

[etoileholland]

Hold me tight, tell me I’m the only one

Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader

Word count: 4.1k (I got a tad bit carried away oops)

Warnings: so much fluff that you may just have a mouthful of cavities.

Summary: In which you ask a clueless & oblivious Peter to the 60′s themed prom. The description doesn’t do it justice okay I’m bad at summarising I apologise.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written for my little angel Peter! Also I wish my actual prom went as well as it did here. 

Prom. It was arguably one of the most important events in your junior year. Homecoming paled in comparison to prom, and it was a massive deal to ask someone, and to be asked in return.

People were getting asked out left and right, and in the most elaborate ways possible.

Except for the trio, not surprisingly.

It was a week before prom, and the prom committee was hanging a large banner in the cafeteria. The theme was the 1960’s, and the writing was in the same font as 'The Beatles' logo.

Peter sat down, joining Ned at their usual table. Ned was going on about something, but Peter wasn’t listening to anything that he was saying. He was too focused on you, as you stood on the ladder hanging up the banner.

You weren’t the most popular girl in school, but you were popular adjacent. You took AP classes and were nice and pretty, so naturally people noticed you, but you were a notch down from the ‘elites’. Peter liked that you were nicer than they were, and that you didn’t let your ‘popularity’ go to your head.

Peter knew he had no chance with you whatsoever, but it didn’t stop him from admiring and pining over you.

What did stop him was a swift smack to the back of the head, courtesy of MJ’s binder.

“Ow! What the heck MJ, what possessed you to do that?” Peter rubbed the back of his head, wincing while doing so.

“Because I caught you looking at her again.” She shrugged. “I’m trying to get you to stop doing that, so now when I catch you looking at her, I’ll smack you.”

“What would that help?” Peter asked as he took a bite of his pizza.

“It’s classical conditioning, Peter. It’s basic psychology. Didn’t you pay attention in class, dork? You’ll associate her with being smacked upside the head and then you’ll stop staring at her like a creep.” She grinned as she stole a carrot from his lunch tray.

“Yeah well I’m not one of Pavlov’s dogs, I don’t need to be classically conditioned.” He propped his arm on the table and leaned on it, as he let out a sigh, continuing to watch you talk with your friends.

“Just ask her to prom already.” MJ took a loud bite of the carrot and didn’t bother to close her mouth as she chewed.

“I can’t do that, she doesn’t even care that I exist. Besides she’s probably been asked by someone way more popular than I am.”

“You’ll never know until you ask.”

Ned chimed in, “That’s true, maybe it’s like a paradox. You would think she’s already taken because she’s semi popular, but if everyone assumes she’s already been asked, then no one will actually ask her.” He paused as he took a bite of his granola bar. “I have an idea. I sit by her in AP US History; she always gives me snacks because she knows I’m hungry. Anyway I’ll see if she’s been asked, and if not then you need to hop on the opportunity.” Ned added as MJ gave him a high five.

“Precisely, what he said.” She stole another carrot from Peter’s tray, and he just pushed the tray towards her so she could eat them.

“Fine, but I still have no chance.” He uttered, taking a sip of his juice box.

--

The next day, Ned practically knocked Peter over at his locker.

“Dude, dude you are not going to believe it! Okay so yesterday (Y/N) asked me if I was going to prom with Betty and I said no, because we were going to see a movie together instead. But then she asked if you were going and I said no, but then she was like ‘Well that’s a shame, prom would be a lot more fun if you guys went.’”

“Sooo?” Peter grabbed his book from the locker and slammed the door shut.

Ned grabbed his shoulders and shook him around. “It means that she wants us to come! Maybe she wants you to ask her, I mean why would she ask me first if we were going. She knows I’m with Betty which means she was inquiring about you! Think about it!”

Peter grabbed Ned’s arms and pried his hands off his shoulders.

“Or maybe it’s because she’s on the prom committee and she wants people to attend. It’s her job to recruit people.”

“Hm, you might be right. That would be more plausible.” Ned said as he and Peter walked down the hallway. “But hey, at least she knows you exist.”

“Did you find out if she’s already been asked to prom?” Peter nudged Ned in the shoulder. “Oh rats, I forgot to ask that. My bad.” Ned said as he snapped his fingers.

“Sometimes dude, you are no help.” Peter said as he dodged the herd of students trying to get to class.

Peter insisted on walking the long way to Chem because then he could pass by your locker and get a little glimpse of you. He would notice you always organising your books in the same order, and checking yourself out in the small locker mirror to make sure you looked alright. Even though walking the long way would mean he’d be a minute or two late to class, it was well worth it.

You grabbed your statistics book out of your locker, and to Peter’s surprise, you waved at them. At first he wasn’t sure it was directed at him, but once you said “Hello Ned and Peter!” he knew it was directed at him.

You walked over to them, clutching your textbook to your chest and slightly rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Hey! Ned said yesterday that you weren’t going to prom, so why not? It’ll be a ton of fun, and I’ve also been working really hard on it and I want my efforts to be appreciated.”

“That’s nice of you to ask (Y/N), but I don’t really like going to dances. I was planning on having a Star Wars marathon instead.” He grimaced when he realised how stupid and pathetic it actually sounded, but you didn’t jump at the opportunity to make fun of him.

“Me either, to be honest. I only attend because I plan them; apparently you can’t plan a party and not attend. I mean sure, Gatsby did it but then again it wasn’t required for class participation. Anyways, it’ll be so much fun if you went, please? For me?” You drew out the last word and pouted, and Peter had to grab on to Ned to make sure he wouldn’t faint.

“I, erm, well haven’t had anyone to ask yet, I mean I’m not sure anyone would want to go with me anyway.” Peter rambled as you looked at him sympathetically.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been asked either, so you wouldn’t be alone.” You hinted, hoping that Peter would ask you to prom.

You had always liked Peter. He was patient, kind and extremely intelligent, there was never a doubt about that. He was always sticking up for people, and you were amazed at how he never lost his temper. You loved his curly hair, his freckles, and how he always smelled like vanilla. He always avoided you when you had a class together, so you assumed that he didn’t care for you much. You had no idea how wrong you really were.

Ned elbowed Peter in the side as he tried to prompt him to ask you out. You were standing right in front of him, and yet Peter was frozen.

“Ah, well it’s not that bad. You have a week to find someone to ask you.” You visibly frowned when he said that, and you just nodded your head.

“Y-yeah, I do have some time, thanks. Anyway see you around.” You walked in the opposite direction from the boys, and Ned elbowed Peter in the side again.

“You idiot! You messed it up!” Ned was smacking Peter continuously, not even caring when Peter pushed him, as Ned knocked over a trash can.

“Oh come on, she didn’t really want me to ask her, did she?” Peter asked, and Ned just slapped him again.

“She did! Why do you think she came over to us and said hi, and then mentioned that she hasn’t been asked to prom yet. She wanted you to ask her to prom and you blew it.”

Peter leaned his head back as he covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, I really did mess it up.”

“Yeah you think?” Ned was cut off when the bell rang, signaling that they were late to class.

“See you at lunch, Ned.” Peter waved to Ned as he trudged to class.

He knew that he blew it with you, and the last thing he wanted to do was go to class. But he made his way to Chem, hoping that it would distract his mind from what just happened.

He only had to make it through the rest of the day, and then he could go home and cry about it.

—

“I can’t believe it, I tried to hint at him to ask me out but he didn’t.” You signed to your friend Daphné as you plopped on the floor, sitting criss cross.

You and Daphné were best friends since the first grade, and when you learned that she was going deaf, you both learned sign language together so that you could communicate.

“Boys don’t get hints, you know, Peter is pretty clueless.” Your friend Daphné signed back, emphasizing the sign for ‘clueless’.

“I know, but he’s so cute. He doesn’t seem to like me though, he told me that I’ll find someone soon to ask me. Like no, you dork, I want you to ask me out.”

“Trust me, he is always staring at you. Maddie texted me saying that she overheard Ned say that Peter walks the long way to Chem so that he could pass by your locker every day. He clearly likes you, but he’s nervous. Why don’t you ask him out? If he’s too clueless to take a hint, then you should take matters into your own hands and ask him.” Daphné grinned as she signed.

“Maybe I will, thanks Daph.” You signed back as Daphné grabbed a piece of poster paper and some markers. She handed you the materials, and you signed “thank you” to her.

“Ask him at lunch.” She signed as you nodded, grabbing your pencil as you began to sketch out the design.

—

As lunch came around, Peter sat there at the table glumly, not even caring when MJ took his burger from his tray.

“Hey sport, what’s got you down and out?” She said with her mouth full.

“Peter blew it with (Y/N). She saw us in the hallway, and actually spoke to us. She said that she hadn’t been asked to prom yet, and you know what this idiot did?” He motioned to Peter as he let out a sigh, leaning forward to rest his head on the table. “He said, ‘Well you’ll find someone soon to ask you’ like a doofus.”

“Oof, you really did ruin it Peter.” MJ agreed as she continued to eat his burger.

“Don’t remind me, I just need this day to end.” He groaned. He began to lightly hit his head against the table while saying “I. Am. Such. An. Idiot.”

Just then, you were approaching their table, poster in hand. You strutted over to them, and Ned gasped as you stood right behind Peter, tilting your head to see why he was slouched over the table. You gently placed your hand on his back, and let out a little “Peter” in a soft voice.

He shot his head up, nearly giving himself whiplash as he recognized your voice.

“Oh hi, I wasn’t sleeping or anything.” He said as he slapped his forehead with his palm. God I can be such an idiot, he thought.

“That’s good, because I have something to ask you.” You grinned as you held the poster behind your back so that he couldn’t see it.

“Uh yeah sure, what is it (Y/N)?” He asked as you pulled the poster from behind you, opening it so that he could read it.

The poster was black with little stars, and it read: “Yoda one I want to go with to prom”, with baby Yoda right next to the words. The print was in the same font as the Star Wars logo, and the word ‘prom’ was filled entirely of glitter. You clearly put a lot of effort into it, and he couldn’t stop grinning at how precious you were.

“I know you like Star Wars so, yeah. That’s all.” You grinned as he sat there shocked. This can’t be happening, he thought, I can’t believe she really wants me to go to prom with her.

“Well Peter, are you going to give me an answer?” You asked, swaying back and forth on your heels.

“Of course.” Heat rose to Peter’s cheeks as you hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You took a step back as Peter got up from the table and pulled you into a proper hug. Applause filled the cafeteria when they noticed he said yes, and you let go of Peter’s embrace.

“Penis Parker got asked to prom by (Y/N)? God what day is it, ‘ask a dork to prom’ day?” Flash exclaimed as he got a few laughs from the kids in the cafeteria.

“Ignore him, thank you for saying yes.” You said as he nodded and added “Thank you for asking.”

“You can keep the poster.” You handed it to him, and he rolled it up and put it in his bag. You stood there for a second, unsure of what to do next, but you didn’t want to bug Peter anymore. “Okay well have a nice lunch.” You began to turn around, but you stopped when you felt that Peter grabbed your hand.

“Um, would you want to eat lunch with us? If that’s alright with you and your friends of course.” He asked as you looked down at the hand that he was holding, smiling. “Yes of course, let me just grab my things.” You let go of his hand as you practically ran back to your table, grabbing your food and backpack as you made your way back to Peter’s table.

You set the pizza box down on the table that you ordered from Postmates earlier. You then sat down, making yourself comfortable as you opened the box and grabbed a slice. You noticed Peter eyeing the pizza, his mouth slightly watering as he continued to stare at it.

“You can have a slice, Peter.” You motioned to the pizza as he eagerly grabbed one and took a huge bite out of it.

“Someone” he tilted his head to MJ “ate my burger.” He said as you patted him on the arm sympathetically. “It’s okay, you have an even better lunch now.” You added as Peter nodded.

Sitting and eating pizza with Peter was the best lunch you’ve ever had.

—

The dance was only three days away, and you were staying at the school late, working on the decorations and ordering last minute supplies. You stayed behind while everyone else left, not wanting to miss their other obligations.

Peter stayed late for an academic decathlon meeting, and as he was walking down the hallway, he heard music playing from a classroom. He followed the music and noticed that you were in the classroom by yourself, dancing to the music as you were gluing a flower to the backdrop. He stood in the door frame, admiring how cute you looked when you were dancing. Your head bobbed to the music, your hips slightly swaying to the beat as you hummed the lyrics.

“Do you need some help?” You heard a voice from behind you, and you turned around to notice Peter standing in the doorway. He looked cute in his sweater and jeans, and you noticed his hair was slightly ruffled.

“I think I’m good, thank you for asking though.” You said as you turned the music down slightly. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I could ask you the same, but I just got out of acadeca practice.” He rested his arm on the door frame, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“Wow, you’re cute and smart.” You said, and Peter began to blush.

“Thank you, you as well.” He said as he felt himself blush.

“Would you like some help?” He took a step into the classroom. “I’d love to help you out, it seems stressful to set the whole prom up.”

“It is, and I would love the help, thank you Peter. Maybe this can wait until tomorrow, I’m pretty exhausted. I’m just worried that this-” you motioned to the backdrop “won’t be finished in time by Saturday. I haven’t really had much help with it.”

“Well I’d love to help you tomorrow after school, I’m available all day.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” You pulled him into a hug, but he stood there motionless, unsure of what to do. You idiot, hug her back, he thought to himself, but before he could put his arms around you, you had pulled away.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Peter asked as you grabbed your things.

“I’d love that, thank you again. Do you need a ride home?” You asked as he nodded his head no. “My aunt is actually waiting for me in the parking lot.”

“Good, I want to make sure you get home safe.” You replied and Peter smiled. “You too, now let’s go.” He said as you turned the lights off in the classroom, locking the door behind you as you two left.

—

Saturday finally rolled around, and you were beyond excited. You loved everything about the ‘60s, from the fashion, to the music, to the dancing. You were so happy the committee chose your theme, and you were so committed to the theme that you asked your grandma for a dress from that era. She had an extensive wardrobe with many outfits from the decades she’s lived through, and they were in nearly perfect condition. You decided to go with this dress, which was a peach coloured long sleeve dress, with buttons and a collar. You paired the outfit with white and black patent leather short block heels.

Your grandma even helped you with the makeup, giving you a Brigitte Bardot inspired look, and did your hair in the same way. You really wanted to look and be as authentic as possible.

Admiring your outfit in the mirror, you danced to “A Night To Remember” from the High School Musical 3 soundtrack, practicing the twist and other dance moves.

--

Peter wore a suit and tie, and had May help him with the tie.

“I can’t believe it, you’re actually going to prom! I remember my prom like it was yesterday. I went with Marc Fisher, and he and I danced all night, and stayed up all night too if you know what I mean.” She winked as Peter gagged. “Just be safe, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Remember that.” She placed a kiss on his forehead and helped him straighten his tie. “You are so handsome Peter, I know for sure she is one lucky girl to be going with you.”

“Thank you May, I feel like the lucky one for being able to go with her.” He added, smiling as he fixed the curl in front of his face.

“Now remember Peter, be a gentleman. Open doors for her, ask her if she wants to dance, and make sure that you give her your jacket if she gets cold.” Peter nodded as he was making a mental note of everything.

May patted Peter on the back and handed him the corsage. “Now dance the night away and get groovy with it.” She laughed as she began to dance, while Peter headed towards the door. “Love you May.”

“Love you too Peter, be safe!” She called out as he closed the door.

You told him that you would pick him up at his apartment, so he waited outside for you to pull up. A few minutes later, you drove up in a retro 1960′s Mini, embellished with a union jack painted on the roof of the car. He then gasped as you stopped the car and got out, as you looked like you stepped out of a retro cover of Vogue.  

“Wow” was all he could say as you stood there in front of him, arms at your side as you spun around so that he could see the whole outfit. “You look extremely beautiful; I am truly the luckiest guy in the world right now.” You blushed as he handed you the corsage, and luckily it matched your dress colour perfectly.

“Thank you Peter, you look very handsome yourself.” He blushed as you interlocked your arm in his.

“Tell me honestly, did I go a bit overboard with the whole outfit, even going as far as renting a vintage car?” You asked and Peter shook his head no. “Honestly, I love how dedicated you are to the theme, it shows you really care.” You smiled as you took Peter’s hand in yours, as you led him to the car.

You drove to the venue, which was a community center by a lake, and it was a beautiful location. The committee set up the night before, so that you would have the day of prom to get ready. Peter was amazed at how gorgeous everything looked, and he knew that you had worked so hard on it. He noticed the backdrop to the photo booth that he helped you work on, and he couldn’t help but smile. It felt bittersweet knowing that once prom was over, he wouldn’t have a reason to hang out with you anymore. He didn’t want this night to end, because then he’ll just be back to Peter Parker, and not your date anymore.

Music filled the air as people were around dancing, and the music was a mix of modern and music from the 60s.

“Wanna dance?” You asked as you held your hand out, and Peter gladly took it. “Disclaimer, I’m not the best dancer though.” He said as you led him to the dance floor.

“I doubt that, everyone can do the twist.” You said as you danced and he joined in.

‘Hold Me Tight’ by the Beatles came over the speakers, and you squealed. The Beatles were your favourite band and you had always dreamed of dancing with someone to this song. You were happy knowing that the ‘someone’ was Peter.

‘It feels so right, now hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one, and then I might, never be the lonely one.’ They sang as Peter held you close to him. He had one hand on the small of your back and the other holding your hand as you two danced to the music.

Peter and you were singing along to the lyrics, and you didn’t realise how close he was to you. “It feels so right, now hold me tight.” Peter sang into your ear, causing you to blush.

“Tell me I’m the only one.” You whispered back, and Peter held you even closer. He looked at you with so much love and adoration, and in that moment it only felt like the two of you, dancing to one of your favourite songs. You two swayed and moved to the beat, but suddenly you two stopped dancing.

Peter looked into your eyes, and then back down at your lips. He licked his, causing you to look down at them. You two were so close that you could feel his heartbeat, and you could see each and every one of his freckles up close. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, and he pulled you even closer to him, as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“(Y/N), thank you for asking me to prom, I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do so before.” You leaned in so that your lips were only a few centimetres apart, and all you wanted to do was lean in more to kiss him.

“You’re welcome, Peter. I’m just happy you said yes.” Peter let out a “mm” as he cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“May I please kiss you?” You whispered, and he replied “Yes.” His lips grazed yours, and he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were soft and they tasted like vanilla chapstick.

After a few seconds, you pulled away first. Peter, suddenly with a bit of confidence, pulled you into a deeper kiss. You were shocked at his burst of confidence all of a sudden, but were happy that he was finally showing you he liked you too.

“I feel like the happiest man ever.” He said against your lips, as you just pulled him into another kiss.

High school musical was right, this truly was a night to remember.

——

Additional A/N: hi! I hope you enjoyed it! Anyway as always, if anyone has any requests please send them my way! Also if you want to be added to the tag list also let me know! :) 

Mes petits anges: @scarletxwidow​ @starkissedholland @fangirlwithasweettooth

[sweatergirlsposts]

Imagine Nancy Trying To Find You After The Events at The Star Court Mall

Title: My Savior

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem Plus-Size!Reader

Request By: @soggy-enchilada​

Warning: Mention of Blood and little angst

Worry is all that flooded Nancy’s mind. 

The disappearance of so many people, due to the events at Start Court Mall, made the town distraught as they tried to find their loved ones. So many were consumed and flayed to make the body mass of the mindflayer. Nancy knew that everyone in her family was safe as they went back home after the event of that night but there was one person she was fretting over. You.

You, her axe wielding outdoorsy rescuer who she secretly was smitten for. When Johnathan and Nancy went out looking for Barb and Will, you had been in the area. You were collecting wood for your hidden cottage when you felt yourself being watched. Dropping the forgotten kindling on the forest floor, you held you axe in hand to protect you from whatever unknown that was in the forest.   

“NANCY!”

“JOHNATHAN!”

You heard screams coming from not too far away. 

‘What the hell are people doing out so late in the forest?!’ you thought. At least you knew the forest like the back of your hand, unlike the locals who were out here with you. Still being cautious about whatever was watching, you followed the sound of the screams holding your axe ready to attack. 

You found the boy first. Slightly lanky in posture, bowl cut hair, adorned in a  black jean jacket and flashlight in hand. A foul smell lingered in the air of similar odor to decaying animal flesh. You noted the smell earlier when you first ventured into the woods that night but never thought to go investigate. The smell was the strongest here. 

“Nancy?” the boy called out getting on all fours in front of a tree. You observed from behind a tree close by, wondering why he was talking to the stump part of the tree. Not to seconds later you could see a hand emerge from the stump, making the boy jump backwards. From your view from behind a substantial tree, it scared you half to death to see a slimy small human hand emerge from the tree. You crouch down in the wilderness, slowly making your way closer to what’s happening. You wanted to be close enough if you had to step in but far enough to be able to run away.  

“JOHNATHAN!” a voice screamed coming from the tree. Johnathan, you assumed, responded immediately after being startled by the hand before calling out to the voice. 

“Nancy!?” Johnathan scrambled to reach for the hand popping out of tree and started pulling like he was in a game of tug-o-war. Pulling with all his might, he dragged her out from the slimy abyss in the tree, and she landed on top of his form.

Thinking that she was free, Nancy let out a long held frightened sigh at what just happened to her. Where did she go? What was that thing?!  Flooded her shaken mind. All that mattered was that she was out of there and was now safe.......or so she thought.

Gone without notice to the locals, except you, materialized an appendage of some sort that reached through the flesh veiled cavity. What looked to be a clawed hand unfurled from the form of a fist  and seized the teenage girl by the foot. 

‘It’s got me,’ is the only singular thought that popped into Nancy’s brain as she felt her heart drop to the bottom of her toes where the creature had a grasp on her and tugged. Nancy let out a yelp as she felt herself being tugged backwards towards the hole, startling Johnathan. It took him a couple of seconds to realize until he felt Nancy being pulled off of him.

“Hold on Nance!” Johnathan clambered back onto his feet before grabbing under her arms and tugged back. The creature was strong and Johnathan could feel his feet starting to give out beneath him.

“Don’t let me go!”

“I won’t!”

It was now or never you thought. You let the creature get to the locals or you help out. You chose the latter. You ran from behind your new hiding spot behind a fallen tree, axe glistening in the moonlight, ready to help the locals. 

Too focused on the monster grabbing Nancy’s leg, neither Johnathan and Nancy noticed your incoming approach. Johnathan gave one massive tug, exposing  the arm further out from the decaying hole. 

You wound up for the swing, axe coming from directly behind your head down onto the creatures extremity.  Clean cut to the bone off came whatever limb that tried to grab the poor girls leg. Thank god you had sharpened your axe that morning.

The creature let out a haunting shriek feeling the detachment of it’s limb to it’s body and retreated the rest of the limb back to through the flesh veil. 

You looked at where the girl was pulled out of. It was some type of fleshly decaying hole that was closing as to be no longer used and revert back into the bark and wood it originally was. 

The detached hand laid limp on the ground. You bring the axe down one more time to make sure that it wouldn’t suddenly start moving. You had seen John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ too many times to know to always make sure it was really dead. You could feel small splotches of blood from the creature on your round cheeks as if they were supposed to be freckles. 

You took a couple of breaths trying to calm down from the sudden adrenaline rush before turning to the two horrified teenagers still on the ground.

You dropped the axe to the side to make yourself less intimidating to them and spoke, “What the hell are you guys doing out here?”

“We could ask you the same,” spoke Johnathan.

“I live out here,” you stopped before offering each of them a hand. They looked at each other and then decided to take your hand. Johnathan got up with your help fine, but Nancy stumbled into your stocky form.

“Woah there, you’re probably feeling some effects of shock...” you trailed off trying to get a name from the girl

“Nancy, and this is Johnathan,” she motioned to Johnathan behind her as she moved back from you regaining her footing, “How did you find us?”

“Well when your screaming bloody murder it’s not that hard to find someone. You guys had let the whole forest know you’re out here. You guys should come with me if you want to survive the night out here,” you warned them. 

Nancy could feel the genuineness in your words, after all you just saved her from that thing. Nancy was about to take a step forward to follow you, but Johnathan held out an arm to stop her.

“Wait. Why should we go with you?” Johnathan sized you up, trying to tell if you had other intentions. You didn’t like when people would give you once overs, especially after you save their life.

“Do I need to remind you that I just saved you and your friend here,” you scoffed, “besides I know the forest like the back of my hand. I can show you back wherever you came from in the morning, it’s too dangerous to go now. I have a cottage that’s a five minute walk from here, but it’s fine by me if you get lost. I was just trying to help,” you picked up your axe and rotated to the walking direction of your cabin. 

“Wait we’re coming,” Nancy spoke up gathering her bearings and grabbing Johnathan by the arm and dragging him along. 

Nancy was thankful that she followed back to your cottage instead of getting lost that night in the woods. Over the next two years, Nancy would visit once a week. Being saved from a monster can really bond two people together. 

A lot of the time she would help tend to the greenery placed in your cottage. You had an affinity for growing plants, flowers, and natural herbs in your house. In addition to your indoor plants, you kept a small self built green house in the back where you held all your vegetables and fruits. In the spring and summer, elegant colourful flowers would surround your property like it had came straight out of a fairy-tale.  

Being around you was very calming, Nancy thought in comparison to the monster hunting life, it was peaceful almost. She could see why you liked living here in the woods. 

You told her that your parents had home schooled you in the cabin up until last year when they had their ‘car accident’. There was two reasons why you stayed out of suburban Hawkins and lived in the forest you told her. You stayed because it’s your parents house and it was the only thing you had let of them and you don’t think that Hawkins would be very accepting of you per say. 

You waited a year of knowing Nancy, before you officially told her of your liking towards the same sex. Instead of revolting away in disgust or showing if she uncomfortable, she sat there shocked, not in a bad way but just in surprise. You told that she wouldn’t have to worry about you liking her or any of the sort, you told her that you just wanted to get it off your chest.      

 It might have stopped your crush from ever growing bigger than it already was on Nancy but it didn’t stop hers. Yes she might have went out with Steve and Johnathan, and liked being with them, but that didn’t stop from hiding her curiosity towards you.   

Nancy was worried when she hadn't heard from you in the days leading up to the battle of Star Court, but she was so caught up in everything that she didn’t have time to make a trip out to you in the forest. When she learned that Brimborn Steel Works, the breeding ground for the mind-flayer was near your property, she hopped into her mom’s station wagon and sped to your property, giving no regard for the speed limit on the road.  

Pulling up onto the dirt road path that lead up to your house, she spotted your red Chevy LUV pickup at the side of the cottage in it’s usual spot. That meant one of two things to Nancy. You were either inside live and well tending to your plants or not inside at all and had been taken by Billy Hargrove to be used by-

Nancy didn’t even want to think of the possibility of you being dead.

Nancy pulled on the sleeves of the sweater she wore. It was actually your sweater. You gave her the sweater that night as something temporary to use for clothing instead of wearing the mucus-caked one’s she had on. It was a bit big on her petite form but kept her warm nonetheless. She never really gave it back, but you didn’t mind her wearing it. It looked better on her, you’d believe as you’d try to suppress a smile. 

Nancy got out of the and took notice that the flowers had been wilting while some had died and looked to be rotted.....just like the pumpkins on the Wright farm pumpkin patch last year. 

Nance could feel the spike of fear stabbing her heart and rushed over to your front door banging on it to see if you were home.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)” Nancy shouted still pounding of the door.

No use. Nance went to the side window where your bedroom was. Everything looked still and untouched in your bedroom. On the inside window sill sat the small fern plant that Nancy had bought you for your birthday a couple months ago. The fern was no longer a bright and lively green but now shriveled and looking ready to turn to dust.

Nancy went back to your front door and tried banging again. No answer. You would have answered though. The only people that visited you were her and Johnathan.

‘No answer, wilted flowers, dead fern, untouched room, no answer, rotten flowers, dead fern, untouched room’

Nancy collapsed to the ground knowing the worst happened. 

It got you.

Quiet sobs racked her form as she felt her heart rip string by string. She lost her savior.

You had just finished cutting down logs for the day in the forest. Wheelbarrowing them back  to the cottage, you noticed Nancy’s mom’s station wagon on your dirt path. You put the wheelbarrow down and jogged down the path to your cottage.

You were so worried about Nancy(more than anyone) and everyone especially since the steel works was on your way to town and you knew that that thing was there. You didn’t want to risk going into town if it meant risking your life against that abomination. You guess that they took care of it if that meant Nancy is here. 

You looked at your porch as you jogged to your cottage and notice a petite form, one that you could recognize anywhere, curled in a ball on it. 

“NANCY!” you shouted still jogging over, “NANCY!”

She heard her name and lifted her head. There you were, coming over like a dream that she made up in her head to console her about your death. But you were too real for her to be imagining right then. She wiped the tear tracks from her face and then clambered to get up and run to you. 

Nancy ran into you not wasting any second longer to be consoled by you in your comforting soft arms. 

“I thought you were dead!” Nancy cried into strong shoulder, hugging you, “Please don’t ever scare me like that (Y/N)! I can’t loose you”

“Hey, hey it’s alright Nancy Drew. I’m here, I’m alive” you pressed a comforting kiss against her forehead. 

“But but the flowers! You didn’t answer, I thought they took you,” Nancy whimpered still in slight hysterics. 

“Nance everything is okay, well maybe not the flowers, but I’m fine. I was just out chopping wood. I had to make some of the flowers wilt in case anyone came around and thought I was here and take me. But hey, I’m not going anywhere,” you leaned your forehead against hers

“Promise?”

“What kind of savior would I be?”.

MASTERLIST 

[scenarioslovers]

Happily Ever After | Suga

This was requested by @mytrash-mylife​ Hope you like it dear. 

His eyes were intense. He was staring at you as if he wanted to memorize every feature of your face. You smiled and shy-ed away from him. But his grip around your waist was strong keeping you close to his bare chest. A thin white bed blanket was pulled over your bare shoulders, keeping you away from the coldness of his room.

“You know,” He started, and you stopped squirming in his arms as you looked at him with attention.

“I know…” You said slowly, giving him away to speak. You had been almost with Yoongi for a whole year now. Everyone doubted that your relationship with him will last six months, but apparently, everyone was wrong. Because Yoongi did really care about you. Yoongi loved you and it did not matter if the whole world did not believe that because you did.

“I want to live with you.” He suddenly said out of nowhere and you looked at him confused. “Forever.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his last remark.

“Yoongi,” You searched in his eyes for the meaning behind his words. They were sparkling against the nightstand lamp lights. They were filled with something that made your stomach tightening.

“I am not really the romantic type of guys who will create an event for something like this.” He said as he sat himself up and leaned his back on the bed’s frame. You followed him as you wrapped the blanket around your chest. “I can’t ask you this in front of everyone, or in a public place. But I know that I want this so much.”

He smiled at you before reaching for the upper drawer on the nightstand next to him. He pulled out a black velvet box and your eyes snapped to his face. “This isn’t a prank?”

“I would never prank you on something like this.” He chuckled softly before opening the box showing a diamond ring. The diamond took a heart shape, it sparked when the soft light falls over it. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”  

“Oh god, I never thought the Min Yoongi would propose to me.” You threw your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist, tightening the hug. “Of course, I will marry you. Yes, Yes, Yes.”

At that moment, you felt like everything was brightening for you. Yoongi loved you way more than you had even imagined, and you loved him just the same. Everyone was wrong about him. Everyone thought that it would never work out.

However, happiness had opened its arms to you. Welcoming you to a happy life filled with love and Yoongi.

You really thought that by his proposal everything was over. No one will stand between the two of you. You are his and he is yours.

That was all until… The nightmare began. Something, you had never thought would be an obstruct.

¬¬

It was a week after Yoongi’s proposal. Both of you had decided to move in together within the next two weeks. You thought it would be respectful if you told your parents about it.

Yoongi agreed with you and the next day he was in front of your door where you lived with your parents. Flowers in his hands and some fruits, your parents looked at you confused.

 At this moment, you thought he looked so cute. He sprayed his hair black so he could look presentable to your parents. He even had a haircut, so his eyes were no longer covered by his hair. He was wearing khaki trousers, a dark brown belt, and a white shirt that was bottomed to the neck. He was totally trying so hard to impress your parents.

You reframed yourself, from jumping into his arms and give him a tight hug at this moment.

“Why are you here?” You snapped out of your thoughts when your father talked. You realized that you were still standing at the door. The stuff in Yoongi’s hand looked heavy that you reached out and took them. However, he kept the flowers in his hands before handing them to your mom.

Your parents knew about your boyfriend and his career. They met him multiple times, but they were one of those who thought that Yoongi was only playing with your feelings.

Yoongi looked at your father, his hands straightened at his side as he suddenly bowed at him out of nowhere. “Please allow me to ask for your daughter’s hand.”

Your mother gasped, and your mouth dropped in surprise. Your father looked at you in shook before looking at the young man bowing in respect before him. When Yoongi did not get an answer, he kneeled before your father while keeping his head down.

This time you gasped as you followed him to the ground, kneeling beside him.

“Please, sir, I would love to take your daughter as my wife, my lover,” Yoongi said in a confident voice.

Tears rushed into your eyes blurring your vision. The back of your throat burned as you swallowed your overwhelming emotions. A part of you feared your parent’s reaction. Your mom liked Yoongi, but your dad always complained about your relationship.

“Please, mom and dad,” You said as you looked up at them with puppy tearing eyes.

Your father sighed as he turned around and walked to the living room. Your heart dropped as your mother looked at both of you with petty. You glanced at Yoongi who still kneeling, his head still lowered to his chest, with respect.

Your heart ached for him. You reached to touch his clenched fist as you looked at your mother

“Mom,” you begged her with your eyes. That was when your dad’s voice said, “Aren’t you coming in? We need to talk about it.”

A spark of hope ignited in your chest. Yoongi’s head snapped up to you. Confusion wrote on his face. You shrugged, answering his unspeakable question as both of you looked at your mother who was smiling brightly.

“Seems like it’s okay.” Your mother whispered. “Just don’t show how existed you are. You know your father is a little protective over you and—”

“If you didn’t come in in 30 seconds, I am not going to agree to this marriage.”

Yoongi jumped on his feet as he bowed to your mother before hurrying inside the house. Your eyes widened at his sudden action as your lips stretched into a wide smile. You had never seen so eager to do anything other than music. Butterflies filled your abdominal cavity as you took your mother’s hand and followed her inside.

The hardest step was over. Or that what you had thought.

~~

“And what do you do for a living?”

You squeezed your hand as you met her eyes. She had Yoongi’s sharp eyes. So cold that chills ran down your spin, making you shiver. It was the first time you meet her. Yoongi was not the kind to talk a lot about his family. So, you rarely met anyone of his family. Only his brother, once. When Yoongi took you on a date over at his brother’s restaurant.  

“I am a writer. I work for the writing team at the same company as Yoongi’s” You tried to sound cheerful to ease the awkward atmosphere that was suffocating you. Nevertheless, that did not seem to work with Yoongi’s mother whose gaze was as sharp as a knife. Clearing your throat, you continued, “That’s how we meet.”

“So, you work at the same place as my son. So that is how you seduced him. Did you sleep with her? Is she pregnant?”

“MOM!” Yoongi snapped, as her sentences slapped you in the face like cold water. You could tell that Yoongi was shocked by his mother’s response as if he did not expect her to act this way. His face was turning red as his back straightened against his seat.

“Because pregnancy is the only reason, I can think of to make you take such an irrational decision on your own.” His mother fired back, as she looked at you again. Her words were sharper than swords. Cutting deep and deep inside as you listened to her.

“Did you intentionally get pregnant? Do you want to ruin my son’s career?”

“Mom, she isn’t pregnant stop saying those things to her.”

“Then, why?” Yoongi’s mother glared at her son. “Why her? Why giving up everything right now to marry…... her! She isn’t even Korean.”

“Actually, my father is Korean.” You said in your defence, but his mother rolled her eyes as she murmured. “That’s will not change anything.”

“Why not her? She did nothing to you to talk like this about her. Moreover, I am not giving up on anything. And it has to be her.” Yoongi reached for your hand. They were cold and small against his big warm hands. The simple touch of his, made you stop shaking for a little bit. Made you stop feeling useless and unloved. You had never experienced something like this before.

“She is different from us. Look at her. I am a little bit surprise that she speaks Korean well.”

“I am half Korean.” You murmured softly.

“Dear, I am not letting you ruin what I have built.”

“I am not here to ask for your permission, also definitely not here to make her listen to your hateful words. I was just informing you. This is the woman I love and the one I am ready to live my whole life with. Whether you liked it or not.”

Even though Yoongi’s words made your heart flutter, however, his words were too harsh that you felt so bad for his mom. You could not help but notice the similarity between them. Not only in features but also in their personality.

You also knew too well, that your parents would not let you get married to someone whose parents are against you. Yoongi was talking too highly without realizing the heavy meaning behind his words.

“Yoongi.” You tugged onto his hand as you shook your head. “You can’t be rude to your mother.”

His mother scoffed in her place as she rolled her eyes. “Look at her, acting so innocent. You cannot fool me, little girl. I am not my son, foolish enough not to see how sly you are. Marrying him so that you could stay in this country.”

“She was being nice, mother. Plus, she already said she is half Korean. It’s already her country.” You squeezed his hand, hoping that he would stop talking your side.

“Since when do you like nice girls? Moreover, a foreigner?” She snapped at him. “What about Minhee, Yoongi?”

Minhee.

You frowned at the unfamiliar name. Uneasiness filled you. Whoever she was, she sounded like bad news, but you decided to believe in Yoongi and not give more attention to the unknown girl.

“Mom, don’t,” Yoongi warned her. “I am not making the same mistake again. never again.”

“This marriage will not happen. I promise you, little girl if you can fool my son, you can never fool me. Let us not see each other again.” His mother emphasized her last word as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the restaurant.

“MOM!” Yoongi called after her, but she ignored him as the door of the restaurant shimmered behind her.

“Your mother hates me.” You sighed as you watched her till her red dress disappeared by the corner of the street.

“My mom doesn’t like anyone.” He sighed before running his hand through his hair. “I am sorry about this. I kind of knew something like this would happen. She is just a difficult person.”

“I didn’t like how you were rude to her.” You commented as you looked at your hand. The diamond ring blinked as it caught the reflection of the ceiling light. Its weight was now heavy on your finger. Somehow, you felt that you did not deserve that ring.

“She deserved it. She was rude to you first. I can’t believe her.”

“She is still your mom.” You turned your head slightly in his direction. You noticed how stressful he looked. His hair was everywhere from tugging into it too much. You reached out to brush it with your fingers in place. You loved how his strand felt soft at your fingertips. “I want her to accept me. I want her to love me. I want her to know how much I love her son.” You looked at his eyes as you cupped his face. “I want her to know that I can take care of you and that I will never break your heart.”

“I will never break your heart too.” His breath hitched as he spoke softly. His hand was tugging into the strands of hair behind your ears.

You smiled at him as he closed the gap between you both. Instead of his warm fluffy lips, something else soft touched your lips. You opened your eyes and a red rose welcomed you.

“I wanted to give you this earlier. But mom ruined the mood.” Yoongi said and your stomach squeezed. He had been surprising you with all the unexpected romantic gestures that he would never agree on doing.

When you saw how red his cheeks were, you knew there was a story behind this.

“Why do I feel like you lost a bet to the guys and they asked you to this?”

“Because that’s what exactly happened.”

You laughed as you hugged him. “Thank you, Yoongi.”

“You are most welcome, love.”

~~

You moved in with Yoongi a couple of days after he met your parents. Apparently, your parents kicked you out, telling you it was the right time to live on your own, getting used to life without them. You were so thankful to them but scared that they would find out about Yoongi’s parent objection to your marriage. They had been asking you when the two families could meet now that they would soon be one family.

You gave different answers each time, scared that they would be angry.

Another reason to be thankful to your parents is that if they had not let you go, you would not have seen such a beautiful sight every day.

Yoongi’s sleeping face.

He was sleeping on his stomach. An arm stretched beside him while the other wrapped around your waist. You smiled to yourself as you reached to touch his little nose. You were a few steps away from having this sight of him the very first thing in the morning every day, and forever and ever.

A part of you could not wait for your happily ever after, another part of you was so worried about the unknown future and what it hid from you.

“You are staring at me,” Yoongi said, groggily. His eyes close. He moved closer towards you, that his cheeks touched your shoulders. “You will fall in love with me.”

“I am already in love with you.” You whispered before kissing his forehead.

Slowly, Yoongi’s eyelid open and his sleepy gaze fall over your face. Your stomach flipped under his eyes as you could feel his thumb caressing the skin of your waist underneath your thin shirt.

“I am in love with you.” Yoongi raised himself by his elbow a little bit, enough for him to reach your lips and capture then in a slow passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he looked in your eyes. He could see that you were worried since the last time you met his mom. He told you to forget about her, but he could see the uneasiness in your face.

“I know you will melt her. She may seem cold, but she will come along. You know I am a little bit like her.” He said softly, as his hand reached behind the back of your neck as he played with the short hair there.

“You are a lot like her.” You rolled your eyes, jokingly and Yoongi chuckled softly.

“So, don’t worry. You already melt one, it will not take you long till you melt her.”

“I am just worried that she will not like me at all.” You said softly, looking away from him. “I kind of thought that my happy ending is here the moment you propose. I actually never have thought you would do it you know.” Yoongi smiled shyly as he listened to you. “Now, I feel like something is standing in the way of our happiness.”

“Hey.” He tipped your chin up with his index, gently enough so that you looked at him in the eyes. “When we first dated, do you remember when you used to think that I am in love with someone else.”

“Well, you and Hoseok seemed really close that I thought you were bisexual.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t mind if you were bisexual though. Just polygamy isn’t my thing.”

Yoongi laughed softly and you just loved how it was soft and musical in your ears. “And do you remember when I misunderstood you when you were just too busy with a project?”

“We almost broke up over this.” Your smile disappeared as you remembered how you used to fight every day because of it.

“But we didn’t. We never broke up because we get over every problem we face.” Yoongi pulled you closer to him, that your face was just a few inches away from his. “We will get married and stay together even if the whole world is against us. Do you understand?”

Your cheeks reddened as you nodded. Hearing these words from him, made you feel assured and safe.

As you leaned in for another kiss from him, the doorbell rang made you both jump in surprise. You laughed as you planted a quick kiss over his lips, before getting out of the bed.

“Who could it be?” You asked as you wrapped the silk robe around your slim body.

“I don’t know. I am not expecting anyone to visit us. Did you order something online?” Yoongi said, lazily as he started to get out of the bed.

You scanned your memory for any unforgotten order, but you could not think of anything. “I don’t think so.”

The doorbell rang again, many times, that anyone could think the police was the one behind the door. You threw a confused look at Yoongi before hurrying to catch the door.

When you opened the door, your heart dropped to the floor. A small figure of a woman in her late fifties was standing before her. You could not mistake the similarity. The same eyes and the same nose as your beloved fiancé. Beside her, suitcases were standing in a threatening way to get you out of the apartment.

“The cat got your tongue. I thought this would happen.” The woman snared as she pushed her way into the house.

Seconds later, Yoongi followed you and his eyes widened in shook. “What the hell are you doing here, mom?”