#i don't think he'd care but it'd definitely give him pause

[sulrae]

Does JK Simmons know? Has someone notified JK Simmons? Is he aware that the character he voiced back in 2012 had a situationship with an interdimensional triangle demon? Has someone told him that Stanford Pines had (potentially) sexual relations with the triangle? It's actually killing me I need to know if he knows.

[fvllingflower]

「After Class」

pairing: nonidol!joshua afab!reader

genre: pure smut

warning: professor kink, roleplay, oral (both receiving), boob play, lingerie, creampie, cum eating, praising, unprotected sex, aftercare

song recommendation: mamushi by megan thee stallion

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You remember on one of your dates with your boyfriend of 6 years. Joshua told you an (in his words) embarrassing confession about how he had a big crush on one of his college professors. Every now and then, you'd tease him about it, and he'd always have the same blushed cheeks, shy smile, and embarrassed reaction that you found so cute.

One day, you two were laying in bed, cuddled up when you brought up the teacher crush thing again. You were just curious about something, and you've been wondering it for a while, but you've never brought it up until now. Maybe you never asked cause he'd always come home exhausted from work, so you didn't want to work him up anymore than he was. But today, you finally decided to ask him. You gain the courage, and you looked up at him and smiled.

"Shua.." Your voice was quiet.

"Mm? What is it, love?" He smiled down at you.

"If I was a college professor.." You see him roll his eyes cause he assumes you're gonna tease him again.

"I'm not teasing, I'm just curious" You added.

"If I was a college professor, and you were my student, would you have a crush on me?" You asked. Joshua's blush deepened even more at the thought, his imagination running wild with the idea of you as his teacher. He paused for a moment, the image of you in a teacher's outfit filling his mind.

"Um...w-well...I would certainly pay more attention in class" He said, struggling to keep his composure. You hummed and nodded. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking again, his expression playful but also slightly suggestive.

"You know, you'd make a pretty hot teacher..." He said, his eyes wandering up and down your body in an admiring way.

"Oh would I?" You raised an eyebrow and grinned. Joshua's gaze darkened slightly, his eyes roaming up and down your body again. He reached out and gently tugged you closer to him, his hand resting on your hip.

"Definitely" He said, his voice low and seductive.

"You'd have all the male students drooling over you in your class" You chuckled softly at his comment.

"Mm.. well, you'd be the only male student who's gaze I'd care for" You smiled. Joshua felt his heart flutter at your words, his expression softening. He pulled you even closer, his arms encircling your waist as he spoke.

"And I would definitely be your favorite student" He said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'd always sit in the front row, paying close attention to every word you say" He admired your face.

"Mhm.. You'd be my absolute favorite. I'd let you stay after during your break so me and you can do some 'studying' together" You smirked. Joshua's breath hitched at your words, his imagination once again going wild. He chuckled softly, his expression growing more suggestive.

"Oh, I'd definitely be 'studying' something. But I don't think it'd be what you'd be teaching" He said, his hand gently running up and down your hip. You chuckled softly.

"Mm, I'd give you a lecture over anatomy" Joshua smiled at your chuckle, feeling his heart racing with excitement. He gently tilted your chin up, his gaze locking with yours.

"I'd be your best student, you know" He said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.

"I'd do anything for extra credit. Anything at all" You just smiled.

"I know you would. My best and favorite student" Joshua felt a warm feeling spread through his chest at your words. He loved it when you called him your favorite student, it made him feel special and loved.

"Damn right, I'm your favorite" He said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you give me that 'A' grade" You chuckled again.

"I'd be a sexy professor, wouldn't I?" You smirked. Joshua's mind conjured up an image of you as a professor, wearing a tight pencil skirt and a blouse with the top buttons undone, revealing just the right amount of cleavage. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he imagined it, his eyes roaming up and down your body in appreciation.

"Love, you'd be the hottest college professor ever" He said, his voice thick with desire.

Some days have passed since that conversation. You had a day off from work while Joshua didn't. He texted and said he'd be coming home early. You texted back and said you're going to hang out with some friends and that you should be home by 5.

Joshua came home. He opened the apartment door and then shut it. He took his shoes off and sat his bag and keys down, when suddenly he got another text from you.

<Oh, baby, I forgot to tell you. A woman came by the apartment and said she needed to talk to you. She should still be there. She said she'll be in the bedroom.

Okay. Have fun with your friends, I love you>

Joshua was very confused about who this woman was and why you left her alone, in your house. He put his phone in his back pocket just in case if he needed to call an emergency. Joshua reluctantly walked towards the bedroom and slowly opened the door. Once he opened the bedroom door fully, he saw you sitting there in a short, tight, black pencil skirt, a white blouse that was unbuttoned enough to show off your cleavage, black stilettos, and your hair tied back in a slick bun. You looked like a professor. Joshua's heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on you, taking in the sight before him. He froze in the doorway, his brain struggling to process the unexpected surprise. His breath hitched as he took in your appearance, the tight skirt and unbuttoned blouse exposing your cleavage and framing your curves perfectly.

"Holy...shit..." He whispered, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of surprise and desire.

"Language, young man" You stood up from the bed with a stern look. Joshua couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down his spine as you spoke to him in that authoritative tone. He felt his body responding to your strictness, his heart racing and his thoughts becoming more impure. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.

"S-sorry, professor" He said, his voice slightly shaky but filled with a hint of playful disobedience.

"You're late for your private lecture" You kept the stern look, but on the inside, you were freaking out. Joshua nodded, his eyes still fixed on you as he took a few steps closer to you. His mind was racing, trying to process the fact that you were roleplaying a strict professor.

"Right, right..." He said, his voice growing huskier as he tried to keep up with the game.

"I'm sorry, professor. I lost track of time" He spoke innocently, which for some reason made heat run down your body. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Are you ready for your lecture now?" You held back a smirk. Joshua took a deep breath, feeling his heart racing even faster. He nodded, looking up at you with a mix of submission and desire.

"Yes, professor. I'm ready for my lecture."

He said, his voice somewhat submissive yet filled with a hint of playful challenge. You turned around and shut the door and also let him get a good look at how good your ass looked in that skirt. Joshua couldn't resist sneaking a peek at your ass as you walked over to close the door, his eyes glued to the way the skirt hugged your curves. He felt a jolt of desire run through his body, his mind filled with impure thoughts. He cleared his throat and forced himself to focus on the game.

"You're dressed very nice for our private lecture, you know?" You teased him in a stern voice.

"O- oh yeah, well, uh... I wanted to look nice for my favorite professor" Joshua smiled. Some moments of silence passed until Joshua spoke again.

"So, professor...what's today's lesson?" He tried to remain calm. You walked towards him. You were close enough and bent over slightly that your cleavage was near his face.

"Anatomy" You spoke coldly. Joshua's eyes widened as you bent down, your cleavage mere inches away from his face. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and your scent filled his nostrils, making it harder for him to focus. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Anatomy, huh? Sounds...interesting" You knew he was struggling not to pounce on you at that very moment. Joshua watched as you walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a picture, his curiosity piqued. He shifted on the bed, trying to maintain some composure as you sat down beside him.

"What's that?" He asked, his gaze flickering to the picture in your hand. You showed him the picture. It was a diagram of the vagina.

"Let's start off with something I think you may be familiar with" You spoke sternly. Joshua's face flushed as he saw the diagram of a vagina, his mind immediately going to the thought of your own. He shifted on the bed, feeling a familiar stirring in the pit of his stomach.

"Uh...yeah...yeah, I think I know about this one" He said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. You nodded.

"What do you know about it?" You raised an eyebrow. Joshua felt a hint of nervousness as your gaze fixed on him, your eyebrow raised in a slightly authoritative manner. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Well...it's the female reproductive organ. It's where babies come out of, and women experience pleasure from it" He said, his voice growing more confident as he spoke. You nodded your head again.

"Do you know how to give a woman pleasure?" Joshua felt a wave of heat wash over him at your question, his mind instantly filled with memories and thoughts of all the ways he knew how to please you. He swallowed hard, his gaze drifting to your face.

"Yes. I...I know how to give a woman pleasure" He said, his voice lower and huskier than before.

"Mm you don't sound too confident" You slightly smirked. Joshua felt a flare of competitiveness rise within him at your comment, feeling the need to prove himself. He shifted his body closer to you, his hand resting on your thigh.

"Oh, I'm very confident. I know exactly what to do to make a woman lose herself in pleasure... professor" He said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. You hummed and nodded.

"Oh, do you now?" You purposely sounded suspicious. Joshua's lips curled into a cocky smirk as he sensed your skepticism. He moved even closer, his hand gently massaging your thigh.

"Absolutely. I know how to use my fingers, my tongue, my words.... my dick to bring a woman to the edge and make her scream my name" He said, his voice dripping with confidence and desire. You knew he was right, but right now, you aren't his girlfriend. You're his professor.

"Mm well then, get on your knees and prove it" You smirked. Joshua's smirk widened at your challenge and command, feeling a thrill of excitement and submission. He quickly got onto his knees, looking up at you from below, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

"Yes, professor" He said, his voice low and obedient. You leaned forward, showing off your cleavage as you cupped his face and caressed his cheek.

"Good boy. Now, should I take my skirt off for you?" Joshua's breath caught in his throat as your hand cupped his face, your touch sending a jolt of desire through his body. His eyes glanced down to your cleavage, his gaze filled with hunger and appreciation.

"Please..." He said, his voice slightly desperate as he looked up at you.

"Please, professor. Let me see you" All you could do was smirk.

Seeing him act so submissive for once was turning you on. You unzipped your skirt and took it off, throwing it across the room. Revealing to him your light blue lace panties, and wearing them proudly just for him. Joshua's felt his eyes widen as you unzipped your skirt and threw it away, revealing the light blue lace panties that hugged your curves perfectly.His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, his pupils dilating with desire. He licks his lips, his gaze roaming over your curves, lingering on the lace of your panties.

"Fuck, you look incredible, professor" He murmurs, his voice husky with arousal.

"Mm, should I take my panties off too?" Your voice was sultry. He bites his lip and nods, his eyes glued to your movements as he slowly slip off your panties, revealing the smooth skin underneath. He groans softly, his body aching with need. You sat down on the bed and you noticed him start crawling towards you. You press your stiletto against his forehead as you smirked.

"You're killing me, professor" He teases, his voice thick with desire. You put your foot down and spread your legs wide for him.

"You said you know how to pleasure a woman. So prove it" You smirked. He doesn't hesitate, moving to position himself between your thighs. His hands grip your hips as he leans in, his breath hot against your slick folds.

"I intend to, professor" He growls, before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking gently. You gasped at the sudden contact.

"Shit... just like that" You whispered seductively. Joshua hums against your sensitive flesh, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through you. His tongue delves deeper, exploring your wet heat as he teases and flicks at your clit.

"You taste amazing, professor" He murmurs against you, his voice muffled by your pussy.

"Mmm don't stop...." You shut your eyes. He continues to pleasure you, his fingers slipping inside your slick channel as he fucks you gently.

"Uuuuh" You moaned. His tongue keeps up its relentless assault on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Uuh fuck" He could feel your walls clench around his fingers, he knows you're close. He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping deeper and faster into you, sending you over the edge in a mindblowing climax.

"That's it, professor" Joshua groans against your pussy.

"Fuck! Uuuh" Your moans turned louder as you came intensely. Joshua laves your clit with his tongue, drinking in your juices as he helps milk your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure. As you start to come down, he slowly pulls away, gazing up at you with a satisfied smirk.

"You came so hard for me, professor. I love that" You could hear the cockiness in his voice.

"Mm I guess I did, didn't I?" You smiled to yourself.

"Such a good boy" You praised him. Joshua beams with pride at your praise, his cock twitching with excitement.

"I'm a very good boy when it comes to pleasing you, professor" He says. He gently moves back up and presses a soft kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself. You kissed him back but your kiss was filled with hunger. Feeling your hunger, he deepens the kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth to explore and taste you. He greedily drinks in your moans, letting them fuel his desire for you.

"Fuck, professor... I want you so bad" he whispers against your lips. You smirked against his lips.

"You know, since you've been such a good boy for me, I think you deserve an award" You spoke against his lips. His eyes light up with anticipation as he hears your words.

"An award, professor?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and need.

"What kind of award are you thinking of?" He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he waits for your response. Your hands moved down to his pants as you started to unbutton them.

"Oh... nothing too special" You smirked. Joshua's breath catches in his throat as your hands work to free his straining erection. Once his pants fall open, he quickly pushes his pants and boxers down, letting his hard cock spring free.

"No need for modesty with me, professor" He says, his voice husky with desire.

"Just sit on the bed and look pretty for me, okay?" You smirked. Joshua does as he's told, taking a seat on the bed with his cock nestled against his toned thigh. He looks up at you with a mix of adoration and lust, a perfect picture of obedience.

"Do you like what you see, professor?" You get on your knees and pull his pants and boxers off completely, discarding them somewhere in the room. You moved to be in between his thighs as your hand wrapped around his erection.

"Mm.. I love what I see" You looked up at him with doe eyes. A low moan escapes him as your hand wraps around his aching cock, your fingers tracing the length of him. He looks down at you with eyes darkened by desire, his breath quickening.

"Touch me, professor" He pleads, his hips tilting forward into your grip. You slowly start to stroke his cock.

"Oh, fuck... yes, just like that" He groans, his hands fisting the sheets as he tries to control his mounting pleasure.

"Look at you, all needy for your professor" You grinned as your hand began to pick up the speed. His hips start to rock against your hand, seeking more friction as you pick up the speed. He looks down at you with a mix of admiration and lust, his breath hitching.

"You make me so fucking horny, professor" He pants. You just smirked. You lowered your head and wrapped your lips around his cock. A loud moan escapes him as your lips wrap around his cock, his hips thrusting upwards instinctively. He runs a hand through your hair, holding onto you as you start to bob your head, the feeling of your wet, warm mouth all too much.

"Fuck..." Your hand went down and played with his balls as you sucked his cock. Joshua's entire body tenses up as you play with his balls, a deep moan rumbling through his chest. He bucks his hips upward, desperate for more friction as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"F-fuck... I'm gonna cum... fuck, professor..." Hearing that only encourages you to keep sucking. You bob your head faster and let your tongue lick him like a lollipop. His thighs tremble as he feels your tongue dancing along his cock, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a guttural cry, he explodes in your mouth, his cock pulsing as he shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum down your throat.

"Ah, fuck... lov- professor!" You deep throated him, letting your nose press against his pelvis bone. You could feel his cum go down your throat and swallowed it all like a drink. He lets out a strangled moan as he feels you deep throat him, the sensation of your throat muscles massaging his sensitive cock sending shivers up his spine. As you swallow every last drop, he collapses back against the pillows, panting heavily.

"Holy shit... that was incredible" Joshua watches through half-lidded eyes as you pull him out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He's never been so turned on in his life.

"You're amazing... God, I want to fuck you so bad" Joshua pants. You stand up and slowly start to unbutton your blouse. His eyes follow your movements as you slowly unbutton your blouse, his mouth watering at the sight of your skin being revealed inch by inch. He sits up on the bed, his erection already starting to harden again at the thought of being inside you.

"Take it off" You smirked at how desperate he sounded.

"Take your shirt off then" You instructed. Without hesitation, he quickly unbuttons his shirt enough and pulls it over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. He tosses it aside and moves towards you, closing the distance between you two.

"Your move" He smirks, waiting for your next move. You pulled your blouse off, throwing it somewhere. You showed off your light blue lace bra. Nothing was left unseen in that bra. Joshua's eyes widen at the sight of your barely-there light blue lace bra, his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of your hardened nipples. He reaches out and cups your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"You're so fucking hot" His eyes switched to you and back to your breasts. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You threw that as well somewhere in the room. You were now completely naked with him. Joshua can't help but stare at your perfect breasts, taking in every inch of them. His cock throbs with need, pre-cum dripping down the tip.

"You're fucking beautiful" Joshua grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him as he leans forward and licks your nipple. He moans as he tastes your skin, his tongue swirling around your erect nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and teases it with his tongue while massaging your other breast with his hand. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you moaned softly at the pleasure. Feeling your hands grip his shoulders and hearing your soft moans only turns him on more. He continues to suck and tease your nipple, moving his other hand down to your wet pussy. He rubs your clit in slow circles, gradually picking up the pace.

"You like that?" He continued nipping at your nipples.

"Ah.. ahhh.. fuck" Your moans slowly getting louder. Encouraged by your growing moans, he increases the intensity of his touches, rubs your clit even faster as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts. His other hand slides down to cup your ass. He suddenly spanks your ass cheek, making you moan louder.

"I want you so fucking bad" He looked up at you.

"Fuck! I want you too" You moaned. He can't wait any longer. He pushes you onto the bed. He flips you over so that you're on all fours, your ass in the air. He positions himself behind you and rubs the head of his cock against your wet slit, teasing your entrance.

"You ready for me?" He grabbed your stilettos and threw them across the room. He gripped your ass tightly.

"Fuck... yes, want you to fuck me in as many positions as possible" You begged. God, your dirty talk is turning him on even more. He can't help but smack your ass again before he thrusts his cock deep inside you. He grabs your hips and begins to pound into you, so rough and with little mercy. You started moaning loud with each harsh thrust. He continues to fuck you hard and fast, your ass slapping against his hips with each powerful thrust.

"You like that? You like getting your tight pussy fucked hard?" He whispers in your ear.

"Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes" You gripped the bed sheets tightly. Seeing your hands tighten on the sheets spurs him on, his strokes become even more aggressive. He reaches around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, trying to push you over the edge.

"Come on, love, cum for me. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock" Joshua groans and spanks your ass again.

"Fuck- Joshua!" You moaned loudly as you came on cock. Your orgasm is almost too much for him, but he refuses to cum until he knows for sure you're completely satisfied. He pulls out to smack the head of his cock against your wet slit.

"You look so fucking sexy when you cum. I want to make you cum again" Joshua flips you over onto your back and spreads your legs painfully wide. Your spread legs gave him full access to your glistening pussy. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance and thrusts in without warning.

"I want to watch you cum again" All you could do was moan at the sudden thrust. A wicked smile spreads across his lips as he watches you moan in pleasure at the sudden thrust. He begins to piston his hips in and out, his thick cock filling you completely.

"Look at me, look at how fucking good you look getting fucked" Your hand were beside your head as your gripped the sheets. Your head was thrown back, and your breasts were bouncing out of control. The sight of you like this only drives him to fuck you even harder. His hands move to cup your bouncing breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples.

"Oh fuck!" You arched your back.

"Oh.. Joshua!" You moaned louder. You arching your back and cries of pleasure was his cue to change up the pace. He grabs your legs and hooks them over his arms, pulling you up so that your ass is off the bed, making it easier to thrust into you at just the right angle. He started fucking you harder and faster now.

"Ahhh Joshua!" Your moans were almost like screams it felt like. With each thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Your moans fill the room, driving him wild with desire. He's on the brink of climax himself and he's determined to make sure you cum one more time.

"You like that?" He groans.

"Fuck yes! Joshua!" You moaned loudly as you came intensely. Joshua continues to thrust into you as your body shakes with a powerful orgasm. The sight and sound of you cumming again sends him over the edge and he thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and pumping his load all over your stomach and breasts. The warm substance covered you but you didn't mind.

"Fuck.." Joshua pants as he falls down on the bed next to you. You two were both panting like you two ran a 5k.

"Damn.. you okay?" He chuckles, still trying to catch his breath as he looks over at you.

"You were amazing" He reaches over and wipes some sweat off your forehead before leaning in and kissing you softly.

"Y- yeah I'm okay" You reached down and swiped your fingers through the cum on your body and sucked your fingers clean. Joshua watches, mesmerized, as you lick his cum off your fingers.

"Dirty girl" He teases, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

"I like that" You smiled softly at him. Joshua returns your smile, his own eyes shining with affection.

"I love making you smile like that" He says, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're all sweaty and covered in my cum" You chuckled softly.

You two laid in bed for some minutes, just resting from the intense love you two just made. Joshua got out of bed, he grabbed a damp wash cloth, and started cleaning you up. He gently wipes the cum off your stomach and breasts.

"There. Is that better?" He tosses the wash cloth aside and climbs back into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You cuddled up with him.

"Mm much better" You smiled softly. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both bask in the afterglow.

"I'm glad" He murmurs into your hair.

"You deserve to feel good all over" He smiles softly, his hand rubbing your back.

"Mm.. did you enjoy my surprise?" You looked up at him. Joshua's smile widens at the mention of the surprise. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers.

"More than you know. That was hands down the best surprise I've ever gotten." His hand slides down to squeeze your ass, pulling you closer to him. You chuckled softly when you felt him squeeze your ass. He smirks at you, the look full of mischief and lust.

"I can't help it. You have a amazing ass, and I can't keep my hands off of it" He gives your ass another squeeze.

"Mm I love you, you know that?" You smiled up at him. His expression softens, and he gazes at you with pure adoration.

"I love you too, love. More than words could ever describe" He leans down and captures your lips in a tender, loving kiss.

[celorangeine]

May I ask for your OCs dating headcannons?

ANON WHO R YOU. i see you on my mutuals' posts asking the same question 🧐🧐🧐

Bennie:

- he's a dull, oblivious guy. the person has to confess to him first

- (to girls) Bennie would be so passionate in impressing his girlfriend it would be embarrassing to see. he'd do all the extravaganza stuff with no shame. in front of everyone. smile on his face. whether it's giving the most gigantic bouquet you've ever seen or taking her to one billion dates....he does all of them

- (to guys) Bennie definitely takes his bf to as many dates and will give as many gifts. but he's more discreet. he treats him more like a best friend on the outside, probably invites him to fist fights or arm wrestles. but it'd be obvious to everyone that he's way closer to the guy than he is to everyone else

- he LOVES PDA. loves physical touch and compliments

- he probably likes to show them off to everyone he knows. everything he says, "well, my partner..."

- because he'd follow his partner everywhere. there is ZERO private time when Bennie is involved 😎.

- well. there is actually. but only if the person asks or looks uncomfortable, then he'll try to stop

- I think he's really caring. would do whatever it takes to make his partner be the happiest ever

- Bennie is the type to overthink everything. any romantic relationship with Bennie is one that needs a lot of communication. but the thing is. he does Not like real, deep, n serious talks. he'll try to avoid it by making jokes. he just wants to be oblivious and happy

- he's the type to not gaf if his partner cheats

- Sigh. it's over you guys. don't date Bennie

Yuudai:

- his partner would also have to approach him first. he is NOT confessing .not when he's better than everyone else 🙄

- Yuudai is ??? kidn of in the middle in terms of PDA. the type to get grumpy when his partner gets affectionate with him in public (and in private) but does the same thing himself

- he does not do dates so his partner will have to ask him first. the datest thing he'll ever date is drive his partner around town with his motorcycle

- Yuudai also does not like communication. he's more of a listener

- he gets jealous sooo easily

- Yuudai shows off a lot. and even much more to his partner

- he does the most random (harmless!) stuff in front of his partner since he's comfortable with them n stuff. if they get weirded out he'll immediately stop. but if they don't he'll just continue and never explain it

- (to guys) Yuudai would be a lot more defensive if he had a bf. absolutely NO! affection in public. always pauses and looks around when his bf is about to kiss him or something. it's instinct. he wouldn't be ashamed of the boyfriend but rather himself. sooo scared of having anyone find out

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Enemy of my Enemy

for Angstpril, Day 25: Nothing Lasts Forever

cw: adult language, death mention

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The moment his cybernetics were reattached, Cinder was on his feet, and it took a lot of effort for Sarah to hold her tongue and not tell him to get back in bed and sleep. He was clearly exhausted. She wouldn't be surprised if the most rest he'd gotten in the last few weeks was the handful of hours he'd spent unconscious, and that hardly counted.

But instead of insisting he stay and heal, or at least have something to eat for fuck's sake, she forced out a casual, "Headed out?" as Cinder brushed past her on the stairs, hardly sparing a glance up. 

The man grunted, not turning around. "You gonna stop me?"

"No."

"Good." He carried on down the hallway, one hand on the wall for support. It was almost painful to watch, even more so to not comment on.

It's his choice, she reminded herself. It needs to be his choice, or you're no better than Uriah.

"Where will you go?" she asked.

"You don't need to know," he said, not slowing.

Sarah huffed. "You're right. I don't. But we did just save your life, and it'd do my fragile heart some good to know you're not about to undo all our hard work." She leaned on the wall, pulling at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "At least… just tell me you have somewhere to go, alright? Somewhere safe?"

"Why do you care?"

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I just say—"

He glanced back, looking mildly annoyed. "Okay, why did you bother to save me then?"

"Told you that too. Real heroes save everyone." She sighed, reaching up to adjust her glasses, if only to have something to do with her hands. "Look. You didn't deserve whatever happened to you in that prison, and you don't deserve to be lorded over by Uriah Fox." She shrugged. "If nothing else, getting you out of his clutches is just another way to be a pain in Titanium's ass."

That much seemed to get through to him, at least a little. He gave a short nod. "Enemy of my enemy, huh?"

"Something like that," she replied. "I want to be clear, I meant it when I said 'no conditions'. What I'm about to offer is just that; an offer."

His expression didn't change whatsoever, but he wasn't retreating further down the hall, so that was a start.

Did she really want to do this? Whether he hated Fox or not, the guy was still a trained killer.

But then again, weren't they all, in a way? A Hero team could do just as much harm as an assassin, if not more. At the end of the day, the only difference was the side of the law they were on. 

Heroes didn't get to choose their missions. Maybe Cinder had never had a choice either.

Sarah took a breath. "You don't have to go out and face the world alone," she said. "I mean, you definitely can, and I'm sure you're good at it, but that's not your only option. If you want to stay here with us, you can. Obviously, you'll be able to come and go as you please. You can even just use this as a place to crash every now and then."

"And what do you want?" Suspicion was back in his voice.

"All I ask is that you're a good house guest and don't bring down hellfire on our happy home," Sarah replied. "'Course we'd appreciate some help with Uriah too, but I'm sure you've seen enough of that man for one lifetime."

There was a long pause before Cinder answered; what felt like a full minute of him staring her down, as if trying to read her mind.

"I'll think about it."

Better than nothing. He turned away, but stopped just short of the door.

"Do you actually think you stand a chance against him? Against Titanium?"

It almost sounded like a challenge, but his tone was too drained to give it any bite.

"Guess we'll find out," Sarah said.

"Hope that's not what you're basing your lives on. Guesswork."

"I'm working on a plan." And had been for months now, but being constantly on edge due to the neverending potential for an attack wasn't exactly great for plotting to overthrow a company. "We'll find a weakness," she said.

"For Uriah?"

"For the Corps."

"The Corps?" He half turned back. "They're an empire. You want to take all of them on with just a handful of people?"

"Empires fall," Sarah replied. "Just gotta find the right spot to start pushing."

Cinder looked like he wanted to say more, but he only shook his head, reaching for the door.

"I'll see you around, Spyglass," he murmured as he stepped over the threshold and into the fading daylight. 

It might've just been in her head, and she hadn't sharpened her hearing enough to be certain, but as the door closed Sarah could've sworn she heard a soft,

"Thank you."

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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing

[ur-boyfiend]

Lifetime

based on this post by @snug-gyu

-> angst , hurt / comfort -> cw / tw ; implied death , mentioned death , major character deaths , mentions of su-c-dal ideation , mentions of s/h , implied su-c-de attempt(s) -> prolly (definitely) gonna wreck myself writing this tbh

please don't read if you think this may trigger you, your health is more important than any story.

it's raining.

minho smiles sadly. he hated thunderstorms... he'd always come over if there was rain in the forecast. turning back to his notebook, he continues working on the journal entry he'd been in the middle of.

it was his therapist's idea, so that he could go back later and see how much progress he'd made. it'd been six months, but he felt like he was only getting worse.

he tries desperately to think of something new to write, but for the past six months he's just been going through the motions. going to work, to class, to see his friends. the few memories he has from the last six months are all in black and white.

his therapist says it's how his brain is protecting him. minho doesn't like it, because it makes the colors from before all the brighter.

he'd written a note more times than he could count, eventually the words of it became meaningless. the only thing in the note that i still care about is his name.

he doesn't realize he's crying until tears start dripping onto the paper, diluting the ink.

he blinks a few times, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. he turns away from the paper, pulling his knees up to his chest and watching the rain and the blurred headlights of cars driving by.

there's a familiar tug in his chest, and he sighs. he said he wouldn't leave me, i can't blame him, it wasn't his fault, but it still hurts. i miss him.

he thinks about all the notes he's written, the ones blurred with tears, the ones stained with blood, the ones crumpled up, the ones ripped apart, the ones thrown away. he knows he still has the first, he made sure of that. he also has the last letter that'd been given to him, and the letter he'd written back, but never got to give to him.

he rips out a page of his notebook and starts another note, he's not sure if it'll be the last, but he writes as if it is. there's no relief in writing them otherwise.

he addresses the note to the same person he always does, the person he writes his journal entries to, the only person he'd ever been comfortable enough with to show weakness around.

setting down his pen, he reads the note, then re-reads it, then re-reads it again. he folds it up and puts it in his jeans pocket, glancing out the window one more time before putting on a hoodie and stepping out into the rain.

he's not entirely sure what he's doing or why he's doing it, he just starts walking, letting the universe send him to wherever.

there are people hurrying past him down the sidewalk, some with umbrellas, some with windbreakers or hoodies, some holding the front of their coats closed against the battering of wind and rain, all trying to get someplace warm and dry.

minho thinks he sees him in the crowd at least four times.

looking up, he wonders how long he's been walking for. he doesn't have his phone, and he hadn't checked the time before he left.

he doesn't realize he's stopped walking until there's a light in the corner of his eye, getting brighter, and the sound of breaks squealing, and then everything is white hot pain, and then everything is over.

it's warm. where am i?

minho tries to open his eyes, but at first he can't. when he's finally able to, he's met with a pale blue light. realizing he's lying down, he carefully sits up, trying to figure out what's going on.

all he can see is the same pale blue he saw when he first opened his eyes. he pauses, trying to remember what happened.

oh. the car. am i dead?

looking down at himself, he doesn't see any injuries, his clothes aren't ripped or wet or dirty, he's not cold or wet anymore, and the bandages that had been covering his arms are gone.

but the biggest difference is that he feels lighter. the weight that had been pressing down on him for months is gone, and even if he doesn't feel happy, he doesn't feel shattered either.

his train of thought is broken when he hears footsteps. when he looks up, he's met with a familiar pair of eyes, a reminder of the only place he's only felt safe.

blinking a few times, he feels his chest ache. it's only been six months, but it feels like years.

when he's finally able to speak again all he can say is, "jisung?"

the person in front of him seems almost as surprised as he is, only able to breathe out "minho?"

they're both frozen for a second, before jisung throws himself at minho just as minho was about to drag him into a hug. neither one says anything, the only sounds are their sobs and ragged breathing.

neither is sure how long they spend like that, but jisung is the first to stand, pulling minho to his feet.

"c'mon," his eyes are red and there are tears drying on his cheeks, but minho can still see the joy on his face, "let's go."

minho follows jisung who still has a firm grip on his hand, the only thing he's sure of right now is that he'd follow this boy to the ends of the earth.

"go where?"

jisung nods to a door that's appeared in the space, which looks suspiciously similar to the doors they had in their apartment building.

"home."

[betweenmuses]

It felt good that Walter agreed that breaking up via text was a disgraceful thing to do. "I have a tendency to choose the wrong men for me," he just loved the feeling of love, or lust more often for him. There was no greater high than when he was blissfully happy rolling around in the sheets with someone. "You should have heard him while we were vacationing, talking about all these future plans, blah, blah, that should have been my first red flag." He probably only cared about my money," which was true for most of the men that he dated. It's not like Renan hid the fact that he was wealthy, granted he didn't flaunt it around either, but when he was interested in someone money just wasn't an option for him. He wasn't obnoxious about it though, but instead just wanted to do everything in his power to buy them a good time, no matter what their heart desired. Money wasn't meant to be collected and never spent, or at least that's how Renan always had seen things.

"I'm sorry, I won't bring him up again," the guy had literally just done such a douche move, Renan shouldn't waste another second thinking about him. Granted, the suggestion that the other threw out, well hell, for a second Renan almost had thought he'd tossed the idea out of them kissing for a retaliation photo. Renan looked at him, curious for a moment to know if he'd actually heard him right or not, but the other kept talking and sure enough, he definitely heard a kiss mentioned that second time. Should Renan do something like that, would it be considered petty? No, it shouldn't be, petty was the act in the first place, letting Renan spend all that money on him only to dump him as soon as he could. "You know what," Renan paused for a second, giving himself one more chance to think this through (which only took a matter of seconds), "screw it, let's do it." His eyes widened though, his hands coming up defensively infront of him, "I didn't mean it like that, oh my god, please don't think I meant actually, you know..." He should really choose his words better, granted what a video that would be to send, Renan growing a darker shade of red at the thought.

He found his phone in his pocket, saw that he'd had another message from the man, but instead of reading it, he pulled up his camera app instead. "You sure about this?" He asked, stepping closer to the man, making sure that all remnants of hot dog were off his face, after throwing away the cardboard holder it'd came in, feeling that it'd definitely hit the spot. "I probably have onion breath," he chuckled, knowing what the both of them had just eaten, but right now all that mattered to him was showing the asswipe of an ex that he wasn't bothered by the text message. "Next time, if you're going to have the balls to dump your bread winner, try not to be a pussy and do it over text messages. Grow a set of balls and do it to their face, muah," he blew a kiss towards the camera, needing to get his two cents out, leaning in as his hand cupped the others cheek to plant a kiss right on his lips, a soft moan to really play it up for the camera that was recording them. Yes, this video would definitely do just fine and hit the other where it hurt, right in the pecker.

Life was too short to worry about things. Everything had a solution – and whenever the mood was down, all that was required was a pick us up. Walter didn’t like to see anyone down, even more so if he could do something – anything - to make it better. Being a bartender provided him with numerous chances to just be there for someone. Lend an ear when needed, a smile, a free drink. It was more often than not that people opened up with a complete stranger rather than a childhood friend. Something about knowing that they would not meet any judgment or maybe simply because there was someone genuinely interested in hearing what they had to say. That was Walter. He liked to hear about other people. Different backgrounds, different lives, different problems. Sometimes the worries of someone else were so insignificant that he wondered why they were confused or sad – and sometimes they were so overwhelming that he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders as well. Regardless, he wanted to see people smile. The world was already cruel and there were people out there that could not think about someone else other than themselves. Little acts of kindness were so rare and far in-between that when they occurred…. It felt genuinely magical. Was it so hard to be nice to someone? To just be there and put a smile on their faces? Just like he was doing now. The gloomy client at the bar was already in better spirits since they stepped out and maybe it was the hotdogs that were so incredibly magical and tasty, that they dissolved any and all worries. “Come on. Chew!” Walter nudged Renan playfully on the shoulder as he watched the other man study the hotdog for the best possible way to eat it without making a massive mess. But what if he did? It was perfectly ok to be messy. It was perfectly acceptable. Who cared about what other people would think? It was his life. They didn’t pay his bloody taxes, so why should he give a second of the day to someone who was being judgmental and rude? “I mean…” Walter chuckled and glanced to the door of the bar. He still had some time left from his break and honestly? He wasn’t in no rush to go back inside behind the bar. What would a few more minutes be? “I have to guarantee you keep smiling even when I go back. You may be smiling now but maybe you’ll get sad again when I leave? Or maybe you’ll miss me!” It was mostly a joke. They barely just met – there was no chance in hell he would be missed over a ten minute conversation. But once he got the answer to why Renan had been sad – all Walter could do was shake his head and fight back the curse word lingering on the back of his throat. Such a cowardly act. Break up with someone via text? Not even having the balls to put an end to things face-to-face? “Screw him. I don’t respect people who play that sort of games. I can’t stand them.” He took another bite from his hotdog, mulling over what Renan had told him – while a bloody light bulb appeared inside his head.

“I have an idea! Let’s show that bastard that you are not crying over him – or need him for that matter.” Walter smiled and moved closer to Renan to wrap his free arm over his shoulders. “Pull your phone out, we take a picture of us kissing – don’t get any ideas –and send it to him with some sassy comment.” What better way to get even than show that bastard that he no longer mattered? That he didn’t need him for anything? “Come on! And before you ask – NO. I don’t go around kissing strangers out of nowhere. But I just can’t stand such a cowardly act. You will show him that you don’t need him for squat. So… you in?”

[torhues]

iwaizumi hajime.

iwaizumi made it clear when you broke up with him— that you wouldn't get together— as if it wasn't an unspoken rule already. you weren't so sure of his words but, pride had your conscience in its hands and you agreed, saying you wouldn't even think about doing that.

now you're sitting in a fancy cake shop in Florence, with iwaizumi in front of you. the last time you saw him was in highschool, when you broke up with him on the way to airport, when he said the two of you would be just fine even in a long distance relationship, when you said it was hard for you, when he asked whether you trust him, and when you said you do but it had started to shake.

the last time you saw him was around five years ago, see you don't even remember the timeline. you've been keeping a blurry image of him walking away as a souvenir for your eyes failed to give you a clearer look back then.

the orders are sitting on the table but you don't care enough to tend to them. on other days, you would take a picture— multiple pictures— send it to your friends, post it on your social media account if you feel like it, make it another insignificant moment of your life saved in the gallery. on other days, you would enjoy the dessert but today, the pear sauce on vanilla bread seems to reduce your appetite.

"i can't believe we're meeting all the way here, in Italy," albeit, he seems to enjoy his cake.

you imagined meeting him in California or Japan, or somewhere in Canada, at most, since he always wanted to visit the country, especially during fall, and coincidently, you've enrolled in the fall course for post-graduate studies, at some university. not Italy, not in the middle of your vacation that was supposed to be some sort of self-sobriety programme.

you nod. "me neither,"

and then he starts talking about college, what he has been up to recently, directing the same questions to you while you do your best to give a brief response. it isn't the timing that is making you feel out of place but instead, it's how normal iwaizumi is. you don't expect an argument, not an iwaizumi who can never forget you for your impromptu breakup and, neither the one who would ask you to get back together because living without you feels like hell,

like diving deep into the ocean without oxygen.

you don't want to have a melodramatic conversation but, you don't want him to act like you didn't leave him with loose ends, as if you didn't hurt him when all he ever did was make you happy. you want him to hate you, to utter all the words along the lines of love and loathe, to tell you that he loved you and still did, that it was so hard to move on and every breath pierced like glass shards in the heart, that he spent nights crying while reading your texts knowing you'd never come back and when he has been doing better finally, you appear in his life like nothing ever happened, and drag him back to step one. you want him to tell you things that resonate with the yearning you have for him in his heart, desperately beautiful yet painful, so that you don't have to ask yourself over and over again, am i the only one who still feels this way?

"how's life?" you ask this once, instead of letting him ask all the questions that you don't have a definite answer to.

iwaizumi pauses, he takes a breath, a look out of the glass windows, your eyes follow his gaze, there's a soft smile on his face.

iwaizumi lifts up his fingers. "i'm engaged," he's engaged. "and it'd be appreciated if you could make it to the wedding next month," and he's inviting you to his wedding next month.

he continues about how suddenly things happened and how sorry he is for not being able to invite you to the engagement; you don't mind any of it, quite frankly. you didn't even expect him to do that after changing your number. that's not what you're worried about, that is not even the worst part.

iwaizumi is engaged.

the sixteen year old boy who told you that he'd marry you the moment you both turn eighteen, the eighteen year old guy who promised to stay by your side— one who shared his firsts with you and swore to make you his last— is engaged. your heart is racing at a thousand miles per second, and for all the wrong reasons.

now that you notice, his smile has gotten wider, and he's talking about the girl he met in college and how she makes him feel like the happiest person ever. you notice the way he still fiddles with his fingers while talking about someone or something that he adores, the way he says those words with eyes that seem like they would never run out of love to give. the sunset shines upon him, he looks exactly the way he did on your first date.

do you smile the same way at her?

you know, you're in no place to complain, for you were the one to leave him when he begged you to say. it's not that you don't want him to move on in life, you said he deserved someone better the day you broke up, it still rings in your head as a reminder of your biggest mistake. you want to happy for him but, something about him moving on and you being stuck in the same place leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"yn," he calls your name, you respond by shifting your eyes in his direction. "are you listening?" you are, albeit, you don't know how much you're processing.

you're picturing them together, doing everything you did with him; holding hands, going on dates, kissing, hugging, sleeping next to each other, movie nights that felt ever so intimate— you imagine her sharing every little memory but one that's a better version. you feel as if yo—

"if i ask you to get back with me, would you?" you ask, letting the words you've been suppressing for so long flow like water in a stream, one that could potentially flood everything around.

"yn, i'm engaged—"

"i mean, had you not been engaged and had i asked you to get back together," you clarify, "would you have agreed?"

there's a pause, a series of silence, strings of regret, traces of shared memories from the past that fill the little gaps in the air like blood in sinusoids. you remember your first fight with iwaizumi, and you want to know what he's thinking. it's not like you can tell, you forgot how to do that long ago. iwaizumi rarely ever looks disappointed or upset enough to give you a silent treatment. for a second, you think it's that, but it turns out you're wrong.

he doesn't look sad or angry, not disappointed at your question considering he's about to get married. instead, iwaizumi looks like he's hurting. as if he has waited for long, hoping to catch a glance of you somewhere even if it's in middle of a crowd because it's fine, that works. he can always reach you out amidst a crowd. iwaizumi looks like he doesn't have a definite answer to your question, but he is telling you that it's your fault.

a second passes and his phone rings. your eyes fall upon the caller ID, it's a name with a heart, you think it's her. it has to be, because iwaizumi, without sparing you a second glance, stands up, and puts on his coat, ready to leave. the little hope of getting an answer to that question goes off the moment he picks up his phone, or maybe even before that, because it doesn't look like iwaizumi has an answer to that.

but he stops. "no," he says.

and you realise, to him, you're the memory he buried deep in his mind while to you, iwaizumi is the air you struggle to breathe.

[the-final-sif]

As much as I adore your AU's, all the pain is almost too much 😭 the feels are just too strongGGG (it's a good thing!!! \pos )

You may have 1 (one) fluff for comfort,

Michael wasn't the biggest fan of these new adults.

His first judgement, enforced with his tusks and sharp teeth, might've been a bit harsh, but he wasn't about to let his caretaker be taken away from him again. Not again, and definitely not when his caretaker had gotten worse. Before he hadn't been well exactly, but he'd been able to walk and give Michael instructions. Now his caretaker's body was overtaken with sickness, and his caretaker spent most of his time sleeping.

Still, Michael didn't have much choice but to let the adults near his caretaker for now. At least until he was better and they could leave.

It'd been a few days since the strangers had come to get him from the bastion. Things had been tense between him and the others. It didn't help that almost none of the adults were like him. One, Tech, was part piglin. He was okay. Of all the adults, he was the only one who never tried to take Michael away from his caretaker.

Tech also listened to him. The other adults might try to, but it wasn't the same. Tech and his caretaker always listened. Even if they didn't agree or understand, they'd listen to his hands or his whines and talk to him. They'd try. The other adults listened sometimes, but they weren't very good at it. Sometimes they seemed to forget he could speak at all.

Still, they were all better than the Warden. Michael hated the Warden. The Warden was evil and scary and hurt his caretaker. Michael wasn't sure where the Warden was now, but he hoped it was somewhere cold and alone. Cold and alone and bad. That was what the Warden deserved.

Michael let out a frustrated huff, shaking himself as his caretaker shifted in his sleep. That was something new, his caretaker always kept quiet and still when sleeping before. When Michael had asked him why, he'd said it was for stealth. Part of a game he used to play. Now it seemed the sickness had him moving around. His caretaker's face was scrunched up in pain and his muscles were twitching.

Whining softly, Michael wished that he do something to help. Something other then sitting by his caretaker's bedside. But he'd already gotten new hot water bottles just a few minutes ago, and there wasn't much else he could do. Nothing but standing guard. It wasn't fair.

Before he could think on it much longer, the door creaked open. Instantly, Michael had his teeth bared and he was ready to fight, read to make the Warden leave-

It was Tech. Michael relaxed minutely. The older piglin glanced around the room before his eyes fixed on Michael and he let out a questioning snort. Oh. Michael had forgotten big piglins could hear his whines from so far away.

Turning away from the door, Michael huffed and pointed to his caretaker. He just wanted his caretaker to be better. Eyes raked over him, trying to understand before Tech let out a long sigh.

"Yeah, I feel ya." A pause as Tech shuffled into the room, dropping into the other chair beside the bed. "Don't worry, he'll pull through. Dream's a lot of things, but he ain't a quitter. He's just gotta sleep it off."

But that wasn't fair! They got out! Michael was good, and his caretaker was strong and brave, and they got out! They beat the Warden and escaped! It was supposed to be over. They were supposed to be safe.

Michael could feel tears forming under his eye. He tried to sign his objections to Tech, but his hands weren't working right. Halfway through he gave up and let out a low, pained whine instead.

Gentle hands reached out to scoop him up, careful to not move him away from his caretaker. Michael appreciated Tech's hug, but it wasn't his caretaker. That was what he wanted more than anything.

Then, as if he could hear the request, his caretaker stirred for the first time since he'd been brought here.

It was hard to tell, his caretaker had his mask on, but Michael had learned the signs. How his body stirred and moved as it checked what was working. The tears stopped, Michael couldn't breathe as he waited for... something.

Seconds ticked by, before his caretaker finally tilted his head to look around the room, stopping when he saw the two of them.

"...Hello?" It was just one word, sluggish and hard to make out, but Michael squealed in delight anyways. The noise caught the attention of his caretaker. "...Michael?"

Before Tech could stop him, Michael was out of his arms and scrambling up the bed, doing his best to be gentle but desperately wanting for his caretaker to hold him again.

After a few moments of stillness, Michael felt weak arms wrap around him. He let out a rumble, brain flooded with safe-happy-sounder-caretaker.

"...Sorry if I scared you, bud."

Wasn't his fault. Michael knew his caretaker didn't get sick on purpose. He couldn't say that though, because signing would require moving away. Instead, he wiggled closer, knowing his caretaker would understand. The soft amused huff he got in return was answer enough.

There was another moment of quiet before his caretaker jolted slightly, head tilting up towards the other person in the room. His caretaker froze, muscles tensing, and Michael tensed too. Was Tech bad? Michael readied himself to move, to fight. He could fight Tech! If Tech scared his caretaker then Michael would rip him to-

"Techno?" The word was breathy, disbelieving, but... not bad? Michael's face was pressed up against Dream's neck, and he could detect a shift in his caretaker's scent. It was... new.

Behind him, Tech spoke. Voice soft and sounding oddly sad. "Hello to you too." A beat passed. "Sorry I took so long."

Michael felt his caretaker crumble. Relief was clear in how his shoulders dropped and body trembled with effort.

"You're real."

"Sure am."

"That's... that's good. I'm glad you're real this time. Missed you, Tech."

His caretaker's voice slurred towards the end, body going lax as he fell back asleep. Michael felt the arms drop away, but he clung to that feeling of safety for just a few moments longer.

When he shifted his snout away to look back at Tech, the piglin looked upset. Why? Michael moved without thinking, holding out his arms to be picked up without a thought (his caretaker knew this piglin, his caretaker trusted him, he was safe). A questioning grunt was enough to get a hand patting his head gently.

"I'm good, I'm fine, just... I missed him too."

Michael snorted in agreement. He was still sad his caretaker was sick, but that moment of reassurance was enough. His caretaker was strong. They got out. They were going to be okay.

[mazm-imagines]

MazM week day 4 prompt for monster! This one I actually like somewhat, maybe because I wasn't being too ambitious. The thing I wrote for it will be under the cut! It's a bit different than what i previously wrote for my other art.

Monster. That was a word the creature had been mulling over in its head the past day or so. It'd been used to being called a monster out in the real world.

But in this tower? The residents have seen worse.

One of said residents was patching it back up. Or at least patching its own patchwork up. Noah had claimed to be a mortician, and while the degree on his cabinet proves so, he had an expertise in another field.

Maybe it's because the creature was an amalgamation of corpses, but Noah was the only one that could truly heal it. Justine helped to sew it up, but Noah was the one that wrapped the bandages and cleaned the wounds.

It once asked Noah why he wasn't afraid of it. His response dripped with apathy. 'I've seen corpses worse than you, frozen over in winter.' But then he said it was useful to him, any sadness it may have felt washed away. Really, Noah couldn't care, Justine couldn't care, nor could El.

Noah was using the creature, no doubt about it. Those cold blue eyes mirrored his cold nature. But the way he smiled, even while saying those horrible things, maybe he was honest?

He still did all these services for it. Even with his crushed bandaged hands, he still decided to patch it up. Demanding compensation of course, but that wouldn't come for a long time.

The reason no one cared about the creature being a "monster" was because they've seen plenty already. The Nepes that terrorized them were far more deadlier than the meek creature.

What constitutes a "monster?" Does Noah know? He knows all sorts of words like "orphanage" and "payment."

Should it ask? Noah was quite the snarky man, every word heavy with derision. Ask him what day it is and he'd give a playful shrug with a 'you tell me.'

As of now, that smart mouth of his had been dead quiet as his focus was on the creature's arm. This is where the perks of being a mortician came in. His room had many random items and vials, all used for the embalming process. And it just so happens to be perfect for the creature.

"Uhm… Noah?" "Yes?"

Noah's laser focus had been snapped by the sudden question, he had the same smile as always. That was his smile of indifference.

His blue eyes reflected through glass locked with the creature's own mismatched ones. They always scared it, but he was just a human. His hands stopped working to pause at his name.

"What does monster mean?" "You're joking? Right? That's funny."

It caught him by surprise, surely this creature would know what a monster is.

"No! I'm really not, I promise!" The creature desperately begged. It didn't actually know what a monster was, only that it was a bad thing to be. Noah continued to work once he realized it was no big deal.

"Hm, alright. I'm surprised you don't know yet but, by a technical definition, a monster is a large ugly creature."

Ouch, that was a stake to it's heart. Now it understood why people called it a monster. But something still didn't make sense.

"I see… but… in books I've seen humans get called monsters? I don't get it."

"Eh? How annoying. But if you want another definition, I could say it's someone heartless and brutal. Someone so utterly vile they wouldn't even stop for others."

"I see…" The creature had a heart, stolen but it was something. Functioning? Probably not.

"You still don't understand? Don't think about it so technically."

He still smiled the same as always. As the last staple was finally put into place, he piped up one more comment. "You're a monster." "I know…" Of course he would say something miserable.

"But you're also not. You're useful to us, and you should keep helping us."

"I'll keep helping you too. I don't care if you're a monster, I'll use you either way. Use me too, but don't get comfortable with asking favors."

What does one say in a situation like this?

"Thank you?"

"Hah. That'll be 500."

"I don't have that money!"

"Well then I'll add it to your fees."

Same as always.

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

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"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

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Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

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You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

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Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

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(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

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You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

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Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

[simping-i-guess]

Scars of the Stampede

Characters with scars being self concious about them is a trope I really like so... whatever.

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          Not once in your months of travel with the legendary Vash the Stampede had you ever seen him unclothed. You had begun thinking his flirtatious nature towards you was simply all talk, as any time you made an attempt to push further than just a few kisses or fooling around, he'd quickly change focus to something else. You hardly questioned it, knowing he didn't owe you any form of physical intimacy, despite your craving for him.

It soon became apparent as to why he had never pursued something farther.

"Ah, (y/n)..." Vash looked over his shoulder, meeting your eyes with a sheepish gaze.

"I... just came to make sure you were doing okay." You mumbled on your words as your eyes slowly trailed down Vash's scarred body. All he had on was a pair of pants, allowing his full upper body to be on display. Your eyes flit from the scars on his shoulders down to the large one placed on his right pectoral. Your eyes continued to roam, trailing down his abdomen, looking to have been stitched up rather carelessly, as if the person doing it didn't care how it'd scar. Finally, your eyes landed on the scar wrapping around his side, looking jagged and pink even now that it was fully healed.

You didn't mean to stare or gawk, and perhaps you should have expected this from the Humanoid Typhoon- but you somehow still found yourself awed by the sheer amount of battery Vash's body had clearly sustained over the years. Finally, your eyes met his again, and you felt guilty seeing the somber expression placed on Vash's features.

"...may I come in? Or would you prefer me to leave?" Your question hung heavily in the air for a moment, before Vash gave a single, small nod.

"You can come in."

You stepped through the room's threshold, quietly pushing the door closed behind you. Vash sat himself down on the edge of the mattress, his elbows resting against his knees as he slightly hunched over. With a slow approach, you took a seat beside him, eyes staying locked on Vash's face. The silence permeated, only being broken by a soft chuckle from the man in front of you.

"I didn't want you to see all this." He told you, a familiar goofy smile being plastered on his features. But you knew him well enough to know that his smile was only hiding his true feelings... Shame? Embarrassment? Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

"Why?" You asked, your voice leaving your throat in a reluctant whisper. Vash laughed again, though no humor was present in it.

"Pretty girls shouldn't see beat up bodies like mine." Vash vaguely gestured down at his torso. "It's unsightly."

"I don't think so." You argued, though your voice still came out in a meek tone. Your eyes again dared to wander, and you examined the expansive scars decorating the Stampede's back. Not thinking much, you reached out, your fingers slowly tracing around one of the large, jagged scars. "It's proof of what you've managed to survive. There's nothing unsightly about that."

"Hm..." Vash hummed thoughtfully, his eyes coming to close. "You don't have to lie. I've been told how gross they are before."

"Tsh. By who?" You questioned, aggravation apparent in your tone.

"A few passerby here and there, maybe a woman or two... I've come to expect it."

Vash's answer frustrated you, and you were frustrated on his behalf. How dare they? You thought, brows pinching as you bit your inner cheek. How could they be so harsh to someone so kind?

You shifted, sitting on your knees to be a bit higher. With the delicate touch of a mother cradling a child, you pressed a kiss against Vash's shoulder. You were keenly aware of the rough texture brushing against your lips, but you weren't repulsed. No, not by any stretch of the word. You could only feel the swell of affection within your chest, heart fluttering against your ribs.

Vash didn't miss your action either- he watched you with a surprised expression, eyes staying trained on you as you pressed yet another kiss to his scarred shoulder.

"It's not unsightly, Vash." You repeated, now allowing your fingers to trace the scars on Vash's bicep. "At least, I don't think so, for whatever that's worth."

Vash's expression slowly settled into a very soft smile. With his free hand, he carefully stroked it down the side of your head, being careful not to press to hard with his metal digits. "Your opinion is worth a lot to me, (y/n)."

Despite his more accepting words, you could see behind his expression. He wasn't convinced. He still felt that his body was ugly, and you hated knowing that. You frowned, visible enough for Vash to comment.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You didn't respond verbally, only placing a hand on his chest and giving him an encouraging nudge. Vash slowly settled himself onto his elbows, his eyes staring up at you through his lashes. "Wh-"

"All the way down, Vash." You commanded, though your tone never hardened. You caught the way Vash's cheeks flushed as his back hit the mattress, the soft thud giving way to silence yet again.

Wordlessly, you straddled Vash's hips, keeping yourself above his sensitive areas. This wasn't the first time you had straddled the man, though the way his face flushed could lead you to believe otherwise.

With slow, delicate touches, you pressed the tips of your fingers against Vash's jaw, and slowly began working your way down. Your dragged your fingers against his skin, stopping at each scar along the way. You payed them extra attention, carefully stroking down them with the pads of your fingers. You felt Vash shudder beneath you, and you paused your actions.

"Are you okay?" You asked, trying to find the answer within Vash's complicated expression. "Is it hurting you?"

"N-... No, it's not..." Vash's response was stuttered.

"Does it feel good? Bad?" You allowed your head to tilt slightly with your question.

"Ah, good... definitely good..." Vash paused, his brows knitting slightly. "It's just-"

"No one has ever touched you like this before?" You interrupted him, letting out a disgruntled sound when he confirmed with a nod. "Figures." Your thumbs carefully swiped across one of the scars on Vash's chest. "I'm sure if someone ever had given you this kind of attention, you'd think a lot differently about these." You softly stroked your finger down a long, raised scar on Vash's ribcage.

Vash didn't speak. From his expression, he didn't seem to know what to say, but it was obvious that he didn't want you to stop. He relaxed more and more under your tender touch, his eyes carefully fluttering closed as your hands danced across the scars etched into his hips.

While your hands had come to their destination, you would carry on. Pulling any stray hair away from your face, you leaned down to press a chaste kiss on Vash's chest. You heard his breath hitch, but the way his hand gently rested against your shoulder seemed to invite you to continue.

One by one, you planted soft kisses on each of his accessible scars, peppering multiple little kisses on the larger ones. Down the straight scar sliced down his abdomen you kissed, covering every inch of it with affection. The hand on your shoulder slowly moved up to caress your cheek, and you softly laid your hand against the back of his, turned your head and placed a kiss on his weathered palm. Then, remembering the scar that wrapped around his wrist, you pulled his hand away just enough to get a firm idea on where to plant your next kiss- right against the inside of his wrist, and against the scar that had been put there.

Vash squirmed a bit, letting a soft breath escape from between his previously closed lips. He cracked an eye open to peer at you, only to meet your hooded gaze. Maintaining full eye contact, you pulled his arm up just a few inches, placing an especially long, tender kiss against the scar lining his extensor. Again, Vash shuddered, and a soft noise escaped his throat. He still didn't look away, no- he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"You're in no way unsightly, Vash." You  allowed your voice to come out a rough whisper, and you offered Vash a quaint smile. "Truly, I think you're very beautiful."

Vash offered you but a single nod. He didn't question you or assert otherwise, nor did he seem embarrassed anymore. If anything, he looked rather sultry, looking up at you with a half lidded gaze and his lips slightly parted.

With a final kiss to his knuckles, you were ready to get off of Vash, not wanting to push him farther. "Are you ready to sleep?" You asked.

"Ah..." Vash seemed... hesitant. His free hand hovered over your hip, but didn't make contact. Your brows raised,  and you wondered... "I... If you'd be up for..." Vash couldn't seem to find the words he wanted.

You let yourself chuckle a little- Vash acted so smooth and flirty when you first met, but now you could plainly see that it was mostly all talk. Still, you wouldn't pass up the chance to show Vash more intimately just how beautiful and wonderful you thought he was.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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[blueeyedgeorgie]

Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog​ because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3

Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5k+

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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.

There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.

"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."

She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."

"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."

She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.

All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.

'But Y/n, I really do love you.'

There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.

The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."

"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"

"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.

"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."

"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"

"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"

"An hour it is."

Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.

"Do you think she's gonna do it?"

Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."

"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.

"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'

Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.

"Hey, guys!"

Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"

"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"

"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."

The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"

Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."

"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."

The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.

"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.

"Uh, no. I think she had work today."

"Oh, what about Y/n?"

Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'

"I... she's not coming."

"Why's that?"

"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."

"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'

"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."

"Why'd you even do that?"

"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with.  That's why I met Elise."

"Clay... you're an idiot."

"I know."

Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Wilbur?"

He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."

"What is it?"

"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"

"Yeah..."

Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"

Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."

Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'

"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.

"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."

"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."

"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.

"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.

"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.

"It's Y/n."

"What?"

"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.

"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"

Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clay."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.

"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"

"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."

She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."

"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"

"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."

"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.

Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.

Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box.  A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.

At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.

Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.

No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to."

"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.

George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?

"Here we are."

Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.

"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.

She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.

As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.

"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"

"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"

"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"

"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."

"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."

He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

"Thank you."

The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"

"I'm fine, Wilbur."

"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"

"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."

Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.

"You ready, Y/n?"

"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.

"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.

"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."

With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.

Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.

Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.

Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.

[mageofseven]

Part 3 with Beel and Belphie is ready!

Part 1 | Part 2

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Beelzebub:

The big guy noticed the changes with his girlfriend before she even mentioned them; the sixth brother is pretty observant with those he cares about after all.

Whenever he discussed how worried he was about her, about her lethargy and dizzy spells, the woman would just smile and say she was fine, that it was just her body being off and human bodies are just weird like this at times.

Beel didn't know much about the human body so he chose to believe his Muffin on this, even if he was still worried.

As the months went on, MC started to gain weight. The demon noticed this, but it really didn't faze him at first; he didn't mind it if his girlfriend was a bit rounder in her torso.

What he did mind however was how self-conscious his girlfriend got about it. She had been eating a lot more recently and she couldn't really fight it, but she also hated every pound gained from it all.

Beel always told her how beautiful she was and how her weight never changed that to him.

However, she'd glance down at how her belly poked out now and looked to her boyfriend, who was so incredibly strong and was practically the living definition of fitness and was so good looking... and she couldn't help but fall even deeper into the slow burning feeling of loathing with of her own body.

One day, MC asked if she could go to the gym with him. The Avatar of Gluttony was immediately tense because she still wasn't feeling well, but he knew it would probably make her feel a bit better if she was exercising and actively working on what was bothering her

So he agreed, but the man couldn't bring himself to do his usual workout routine with her there. The big guy was just too worried about his Muffin.

At one point, the man just noticed that something seemed off about his Human.

He set down the weights and walked over to the treadmill she was on-- and got there just in time to catch her as she fainted.

Luckily, the woman woke up fairly quickly, but her boyfriend had enough; no more exercise for her, not until she got her dizziness under control.

For the next few days, the MC was extra depressed and just found herself in bed more, usually snuggled up with either Beel or Belphie.

It was one such day when the cramping started.

She had gotten to lay with Beel for awhile, but eventually he had to leave for the game with his teammates.

Usually, MC would go and watch him play, but since her cramps were so bad, she didn't really have this option.

She was cuddled up in bed with Belphie when the redhead gave her a kiss goodbye and told her and his twin that he'd come straight home, receiving a nod from his Muffin and a thumbs up from his twin.

The pain just got worse while he was gone though and things evolved to MC gripping onto the Avatar of Sloth and heavily sobbing into his chest.

The seventh brother couldn't move and get help; everytime he tried, the human would beg between sobs for him not to leave her. He couldn't call for help either because he realized that he left his phone up in the planetarium.

Belphie was stuck with the sobbing human for over three hours until Beel came home.

Eventually, MC could feel something lowering within her and the need to push was unbearable.

"B-Belphie, help me up!"

The man did as he was told and helped her off the bed.

Beely came into the room just in time to see his girlfriend squatting and pushing out the head while his twin held onto her to help keep her balanced.

Eyes wide, the demon ran to girlfriend. His brain wasn't fully registering what the heck was happening, but his immediate reaction was still to rush to her side and help her.

MC immediately grabbed onto her boyfriend.

"B-Beely--uhhh... i-it's coming out."

Still deeply confused and concerned, the man's gaze dropped down between her legs, now letting himself focus on the head between them.

MC... his Muffin was having his baby!

Okay action then thoughts. Right now, the man just had to be there for her.

"Belphie, go tell Lucifer. We need a doctor."

The man was really trying to keep calm for his Muffin.

Without really pausing to answer, his twin rushed out the door.

"It's okay, Muffin, I'm here."

The redhead held onto his girlfriend and encouraged her as she pushed.

When the baby was finally pushed out enough to be freed from it's mom, Beel already had his hands around it so it didn't fall to the floor.

The demon forgot to breathe for a minute as he stared down at his daughter. His daughter.

Smiling, Beel lifted his gaze back to his girlfriend, but found that the woman was still crying in pain.

"Muffin?"

"I-It still--ughhhh, I think there's another."

The man's eyes widen.

Beel noticed his girlfriend's legs shaking and knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself up.

He adjusted his hold on his little girl before guiding MC onto the bed to lay down. He stayed between her legs and continued to give her encouraging words.

Since their sister already stretched the way open for them, the second baby was crowning in very little time.

A few minutes later, MC birthed the second baby, another girl. Both girls had his wings, horns, even his hair and eye color.

The man held both girls in his arms, already overwhelmed with his love for them, before looking up at MC, who was regaining her breath.

Beel sat down next to her and kissed her cheek.

"Are you alright?"

His girlfriend nodded, gaze falling to their girls.

"Beely... we're parents now?"

Beel smiled and nodded.

"I..." The woman sighed. "How did this even happen?"

"I dunno... are you okay with this, Muffin?"

"...Are you?"

His smile grew.

"Yeah."

She gave her boyfriend a small smile.

"Then... I am too."

Beel leaned down and kissed her.

"Good. I love you... I love our girls." The demon smiled down at the twins in his arms before meeting MC's eyes again. "This is... a dream. All at once, I got everything I wanted in life. I'll make sure to give you and the girls everything I can."

The doctor finally came a few minutes later, obviously late. Still, he checked MC and the girls to make sure they were okay and before he even left, the rest of House of Lamentation knew that the two were now parents.

Belphegor:

It took Belphie a bit longer than his twin to realize something was wrong with MC.

Sleepy boy... well, has a sleepy mind.

Not to say that it took him long though; while Beel noticed the human feeling off in his scenario on the first day, it took his twin about three days.

Honestly, he wasn't really worried about how tired they got. Hell, that just meant more naps they could take together so the Avatar of Sloth was winning in that regard.

He didn't really care about the weight gain either. Yeah, he teased her about it a bit, but it was always followed by wrapping his arms around her waist and if his words actually hurt her, which sometimes they did, he'd sleepily kiss their neck, their cheek, their lips

"It was a joke, Butthead." He'd tell them. "If anything, you're even cuter with a belly."

And the boy thrived off the blush that came after.

What the boy didn't enjoy, however, was her dizzy spells. The woman would go pale and suddenly have to grab onto him. Sometimes, MC would even full on faint and he'd have to quickly catch her before she hit the ground.

The first time that happened, the two were on their way to lunch at RAD and suddenly his girlfriend stopped walking. He turned around to ask why she stopped just for the woman to fall forward and for him to have to scramble to catch her.

Luckily, the woman was only out for a minute and was confused when she woke up in her boyfriend's arms, laying on the hallway floor at RAD.

Belphie took her straight home after that, not even giving the human the option to stick around and finish the school day.

The demon didn't understand what was wrong with his Human and whenever he'd ask MC, the woman didn't seem too concerned. Lightly, yes, but she said it'd probably correct itself and human bodies are just weird for the sake of being weird sometimes.

The seventh brother wasn't sure that he believed it, but he also didn't have any other answer so he just chose to leave it at that.

Basically, it was months of Sleepy Boy pretending he didn't care, but secretly hovering over his girlfriend.

After nine months of this hovering, it finally ended.

The two were upstairs in the attic, napping.

MC had been having cramps all day and Belphie suggested just sleeping through them, saying that eventually they will just go away.

Technically, he was right, just not in a way he expected.

He woke up to MC heavily sobbing his name. The man jolted awake and found his girlfriend gripping his shirt and burying her face in his chest.

"What's wrong--"

That's when he noticed the bed was... wet? Why was it wet?

"B-Belphie, somethings--gaaahh." The woman was panting through the pain.

The demon threw the blanket off of her and saw that the bed was soaked, as was her leggings, but there was also a slight bulge.

He pulled them down and saw that she was crowning.

His eyes went wide. She's pregnant? How the hell is she pregnant?

He looked back up at MC, who was still crying from the contractions, and knew he had to handle this before anything else.

He got up from the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

"You gotta push." He told her. "It's not gonna end if you don't push, Butthead."

His voice was firm, but tinged with some sympathy.

The woman was in too much pain to argue.

It took twenty minutes, but the MC managed to push the baby out half way, only to be pulled out completely by her boyfriend.

The demon stared down at the baby, a boy with his tail, eyes, and hair, and didn't know how to feel. He had gotten so focused on helping MC that his emotions felt lightyears away.

The human cried out and his head snapped up to look see her still writhing in pain.

Was there another one? The man quickly found out that there was.

And so it all repeated.

Once the second one was born, a little girl with his horns and eyes, but MC's hair, Belphie stared down at the twins on the bed, crying at the top of their lungs.

The man was already so tired of hearing cries.

"B-Belphie..."

He looked up at MC, who had a panicked expression on her face.

Leaving the twins laying between her legs, the Avatar of Sloth went back to his side of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Neither said a word for a while. The only sound in the room were their twins' cries.

"I didn't know..." MC mumbled.

Belphie pulled back to meet her eyes, just staring into them for a full minute.

"Promise me. Promise that it's true and you didn't know."

"I promise. I swear on everything I have with you that I had no idea."

He sighed.

"Okay." He leaned in and kissed her.

After a moment or two, he pulled away and looked down at the crying babies on the bed.

"So... what do you wanna do with them?"

"I..." The woman stared down at her babies. "C-Can you bring them to me?"

Her boyfriend nodded and scooped up the babies one at a time to bring into her arms.

The woman brought them to her chest, causing them to finally stop crying in favor of feeding from her.

Belphie watched this quietly, not really sure what else to do.

After about a minute or two, MC spoke up.

"Belphie... would you be mad at me... if I said I wanted to keep them?"

The woman knew her boyfriend wasn't a fan of kids, a topic they always clashed with a bit. MC didn't think she could survive losing her twins in anyway now that they're here, but she worried about what Belphie would think of this.

The man pursed his lips. He honestly never wanted kids before, never liked them. Still though... he felt odd. Different.

Maybe it was seeing MC hold his children so sweetly in this moment, but he wasn't as against this as he always imagined himself to be.

Was he at the beginning of developing paternal feelings or was he simply not strong enough to take away something that his girlfriend obviously wanted so much? The demon wasn't sure.

"No. I'm not mad." He shook his head. "I... damn, I don't understand how this is happening but... if you want this then I'm here for the long haul. I'll take care of them; I'll take care of you. We'll do this together."

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Part 1 | Part 2

[kiwikyuu]

━━━━━━━━ all the different shades of orange ; hinata shōyō

summary — whoever said that hinata shōyō is a ball of sunshine is a liar

word count — 3k

genre — imagine ; kinda enemies to lover, fluff

warning(s) — major spoilers about spring interhigh for those of you who haven't read the manga, insults thrown around, kinda out of character hinata, cursing, not edited

a/n — okay but have y'all seen e2l hinata shōyō besides kagehina lmao because i haven't and thought it'd be interesting to try out. also wow i have never put so much effort into a work like this one (hopefully it reaches a lot of people and you can all find some joy in reading!)

❝ WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING NEXT TIME, YOU ROTTEN BELL PEPPER. ❞

Hate was a strong word but the flaring anger in your heart and overwhelming urge to run into a wall whenever your eyes landed on that tangerine said otherwise. It wasn't that you went out of your way to dislike someone that has everyone wrapped around their finger. It just so happened that you had no tolerance for bullshit, and Hinata Shōyō pissed you off in every way possible.

It started on the first day of high school.

Walking beside Minari, a friend from middle school, the two of you were eager to leave the building. The idea of grabbing steamed buns had unraveled itself in your mind, and what better way to enjoy food than by sharing?

"Are you going to try out for any clubs?" Your elbow bumped against hers as you two walked the slowly emptying hallway. "I think I saw the girls soccer team holding tryouts soon."

Minari shrugged, but you could already see the thoughts pinging in her mind. "I might if I can."

See, the two of you had almost reached the staircase when it happened. Minari's long hair covered her view from time to time, so you were used to looking out for her while chastising the girl about the usefulness of a hairband. But what you didn't expect as you pulled the girl aside just as a gaggle of guys rushed by was the full strength of a short orange-haired boy catching you off guard and nearly sending you tumbling down the flight of stairs.

"I'm sorry! I - I didn't see you there!" He shouted, his hand coming out to latch instinctively onto your school uniform before you could be thrown back far. "And on the first day too... I'm so sorry! Please accept my apology."

You stared at the short boy standing before you looking positively green with anxiety and guilt. Minari was already calming him down with mentions of accepting his apology, but all you could focus on was the pounding beat of your heart and the tingling feeling in your legs from your near-fatal experience.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time, you rotten bell pepper," you muttered before pushing his fingers off your now wrinkled white shirt.

You had walked away first, Minari in tow, but not before catching the shine of his name tag, 'Hinata Shōyō,' and the wide-eyed stare on his face that sent shivers down your back.

From that day forward, every flash of orange around the school seemed to be followed by a glare on your end and a roll of eyes on his.

"You're in the way, pumpkin head." Your words cut through the chattering hallway and sliced at Hinata who in turn threw you a pointed look, something that all the First Year students knew by now was reserved for only you. "I'm trying to get to the library, but somebody's walking too slow. Aren't you supposed to be on the volleyball team?"

Hinata scoffed, but stepped aside to let you through. Dirty looks were all he had in his armory apparently as time after time after sending an insult or two his way, he held his tongue. You liked to think it was because he didn't have the proper brain cells to form a response, but sometimes you wondered if you were being too much.

Up ahead, Minari waved at you to hurry before all the seats at the library were taken. Shaking yourself of your thoughts, you walked over to her. Unbeknownst to you, while you shouldered your bag, your wallet tipped over and fell out at a certain somebody's feet.

Hinata picked up your ratty wallet, noticing it on the floor, and went to call out to you before catching himself. What did he care? Still, unable to ignore it, he pocketed your belonging making note to give it back to you later. Right now, he had a game to worry about.

Somehow you had ended up at the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai game during the Interhigh Preliminaries. Minari had dragged you up to the stands as discreetly as possible after convincing you that she wasn't feeling up to study. Considering she had her eyes set on a certain 5'10 blueberry, you were foolish enough to think that she'd wanted to take you some place fun.

Now as the two of you stared down at the game happening eagerly, you let out a sigh upon noticing Hinata. As if your day couldn't have gotten worse after misplacing your wallet, you were displeased to find that he was looking right back up at you with the same wide-eyed stare he had when you two had first met.

Shivers ran down your back almost as if on cue, and you tore your gaze away from him fully ready to leave the gymnasium and trudge back home. But had you turned away, you would have missed the freakish oddball combination execute their quick attack.

"Holy shit," you breathed. "What the fuck was that?"

Minari smirked. "Tobio-kun is a great setter, isn't he? Or were you too focused on Mr. Bell Pepper to notice."

You shot her a frosty look, pushing down the stuttering emotion starting to rise in your chest that most definitely did not feel like anger. "As if."

The game continued for what seemed like days but turned out to be hours at most ending at a score of 1:2 in Aoba Johsai's favor.

Deafening silence overtook your ears. Minari was quick to leave the stands, mumbling something about consoling the fallen setter while your eyes searched for some semblance of sunshine in Hinata's sullen ones.

Spotting his sunken expression, you felt yourself regret the hatred that had sparked for him for just a moment. A fleeting moment that buried itself in your heart, planting a seedling of growing doubt.

"Minari, we have to catch the bus back!" You called out to your friend as you joined her on the gymnasium floor.

She glanced your way, halting the conversation she had began with her Tobio-kun. "Two minutes, and then we can go. Please?"

You nodded despite feeling discomfort crawling up your spine at being surrounded now by those you didn't know. You settled by the door, checking your phone mindlessly to pass the short time only looking up when an outstretched hand came into view.

"You dropped this earlier." Hinata's words were short, sharp, and you were suddenly glad you had never been on the end of his scathing remarks. "On your way to the library," he continued.

"Oh," was all your malfunctioning mind could come up with as he took your open hand in his, placing your wallet gently in your palm. The warmth of his skin seemed pressed into your own even after he had started to stalk away.

Clearing your throat, you spoke before you could stop yourself. "You did well today. I - uh," you paused. What were you even saying? "I watched from the stands."

He offered you a soft smile, one that you realized could light the world aflame, before walking back to his awaiting team.

You placed your hand over your drumming heart, sedating the flustered feeling he had left behind with you, chanting in your mind over and over again that Hinata Shōyō was a menace and you had no plan to ever like him let alone fall for him.

But no one ever plans to fall in love.

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club seemed to practice non-stop funnily enough, rather motivated by their loss from months ago instead of despaired. Minari had become a regular face during practice as she cheered the boys on in an attempt to woo Kageyama still, and by fault, so had you.

"Y/N, Tangerine's on his way over here." Minari nudged you, stealing your attention from the workbook open in your lap.

You shrugged, trying to focus on anything other than your slowly rising heartbeat. "Why? Did the coach bench him for his subpar plays?"

"No, actually Tangerine wanted to give you something but he's currently reconsidering."

You looked up immediately, eyes narrowing upon noticing Hinata standing in front of you with a small smirk. "You're looking really fucking smug for a guy who still needs to work on his skills. Kageyama says you lack basic technique."

Hinata rolled his eyes at you. "You're being rude."

"It's because I don't like you," you answered smoothly. "So get back to practice before you lose any more volleyball brain cells."

He let out a small laugh. Turning away, for a moment you thought he'd actually leave as simple as that, but just before he took another step, he tossed something your way. It fell on top of your workbook, smacking against the thin pages, causing a couple of the boys to look your way while Hinata jogged back to the net.

Minari leaned in closer to you. "He got you—" She cocked her head in confusion. "A wallet?"

It was a deep shade of orange that almost made you laugh out in irony. Detailed with card slots and a latch with snapping buttons, the wallet was definitely an improvement from the one you had right now.

"That's sweet... right?" Minari questioned, watching your expression as you opened the wallet to reveal a note — scratchy handwriting on a scrap of notebook paper.

'thought your wallet looked ratty old. not in a mean way of course!!!!

— your favorite, Pumpkin Head Shōyō

ps. my sister picked out the color :p'

"Stupid fucking carrot," you whispered under your breath, feeling your cheeks grow warm at his message. "I don't need a new wallet."

Minari scoffed at your words, turning to face you completely and taking your hands in hers with seriousness. "Be honest with me." You stared at her blankly. "Be honest, and tell me if you actually hate Hinata as much as you say you do. Why don't you just drop the act? You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?"

Her words echoed through the hallways of your mind minutes, hours, and days after. Sitting at your desk in school, on your walk home, lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, they were as loud as life itself.

You thumbed the straps of your bag while waiting for the bus. The sun was slowly dropping from the sky, setting on the horizon leaving you in a thoughtful orange haze.

You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?

The weeks following were conflicting and chaotic. Exam season settled on Karasuno High School jolting the students and staff into a cloud of stress.

You spent your spare time at the library, eyes boring into material that just wouldn't stick while a certain rotten bell pepper took his seat next to you.

"I have to pass my finals or Sugawara senpai is going to nail me to a wall," Hinata explained, spreading his notebooks out on the desk and bumping his elbow against yours in the process. "You do well in your classes, right? Do you — " He looked abash. "D - Do you mind helping me?"

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Looking back now, you suppose that's where your odd friendship began.

Days on end, the two of you would stay behind to cycle through the material slowly building a tolerance of each other much to everyone's surprise.

"Do you still hate me?" The question came one night, the weekend before his exams.

Hinata looked at you from where he sat on the swings, kicking his feet at the sandy grounds. The two of you were at the park, cooling off after a long study session.

Your eyes fell to the can of convenience store coffee in your hands. The slight of the passing breeze drilled his question further in your mind.

"No, I don't think so," came your answer, words wobbly and unsure despite the thrum of your heart beating loudly against your chest and the warmth in your cheeks.

Silence filled the space between you two before Hinata finally spoke up again.

"Then do you like me?"

Your body felt lit aflame, mind jumping immediately to the way he made you feel things you hadn't much before. "As a friend," you decided after a moment of flustered emotions. "We're friends, I guess."

Hinata nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I like you." He took a deep breath. "As more than a friend, but if you feel that way then I'll wait for you. We have time."

His confession became lost among the flurry of thoughts and colliding emotions raging on inside you. Before you could say anything in response, Hinata got to his feet, shooting you that now familiar smile of his and offering you his hand.

The new year overwhelmed your senses like a storm of rain after a drought. Refreshed after the break, you returned to school with a new sense of purpose amplified by the motivation the new year always brings.

Hinata's confession had remained in your mind, pushed to the back by celebration but still bugging you every so often. The apricot haired boy had showed up, throwing ping pong balls (of all things) at your window to catch your attention over the break asking if you wanted to go grab something sweet with him. You promptly responded with a rejection, only to find yourself walking with him ten minutes later.

"How was your break?" Minari asked, bundled in a jacket, scarf, and hat. She joined you at your side, catching you on your walk from the bus stop to school.

You shrugged, pulling your puffy jacket closer to you. "It was okay. You?"

She smiled. "Hung out with Tobio-kun. We went for hot chocolate, and he taught me how to set." Her eyes seemed almost dazzling at the memory, and you laughed, pushing her lightly away.

"You and your Tobio-kun are positively gross," you said. "Absolutely—"

Your words were halted at the feeling of warm fabric settling around your neck and a known face popping up beside you with a proud smile.

"Stay warm. You can give it back to me later," Hinata said before jogging away to catch up with a pair of Second Year boys ahead.

Your hand came up to the green scarf around your neck, failing to form comprehensive sentences. Heart thundering, you ignored the funny looks others sent your way. Glancing at Minari, you caught her slipping giggles.

"What happened to Hinata Shōyō being a rotten bell pepper?"

"Shut up."

Lending you his scarf when days seemed too cold was just the beginning of it all. Days turned into weeks turned into months of Hinata pining after you and you—though obvious to everyone else—trying to decipher your feelings for him.

"Hey, I missed you," Hinata said to you lightly after you had agreed to drop something off for Kageyama on Minari's behalf. Quickly realizing the meaning of his words, however, Hinata corrected himself. "I mean—um, as in I m - missed you earlier. Like... like I didn't catch you today, you know?"

You tilted your head at him with endearment, a small smile playing across your lips at the sight of his blushing face. "Yeah, don't worry. I got it, sweet potato."

His flustered expression dropped. "You think I'm sweet?"

Your eyes widened, stuttering to form a response and correct yourself out of this situation you had suddenly been thrusted in. Luckily, Kageyama came to your rescue before you could embarrass yourself.

"Hinata, boke, stop flirting with Y/N!" The tall blueberry haired boy towered over Hinata with a menacing glare and a scoff. Kageyama turned to you with a blank look you took for an apologetic expression.

Shaking your head profusely, you put your hands up in surrender. "Ah, no worries, Kageyama. I—uh, I have something for you from Minari. She has classroom duties today, so she couldn't come herself."

Kageyama nodded, taking the wrapped bento box that Minari had prepared for him from your outstretched hands. He mumbled words of thanks before stalking off while muttering under his breath a colorful range of insults at Hinata who in turn sent him a funny face.

The Spring Interhigh was coming up, and you were sure the Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club was itching for redemption after what had happened last August. Deciding that you didn't want to interrupt their practice any further, you made move to leave only to stop at the feeling of a hand on your wrist.

Glancing back, you raised an eyebrow in surprise at Hinata's sudden action. "What are you—"

The tangerine boy had exchanged his lighthearted expression of just minutes ago with a look that you could only describe as properly motivated. "When we make it to Nationals, promise to give me a chance."

All around you, the gym seemed to fade until only Hinata was in your line of vision.

When we make it to Nationals, he had said, not if.

Unable to respond, you found yourself nodding because who were you to kid yourself at this point?

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club did, in fact, make it to Nationals, but unfortunately lost to Kamomedai High School in the quarter-final round while Hinata spent his time at the hospital.

Hooked up to an IV line and dressed in one of those flimsy hospital gowns, Hinata looked unusually weak laying down on the bed. The others had left not long after you had arrived though some took more convincing than others.

"Next time, you can keep your scarf to yourself," you said, cutting the silence short with a lighthearted remark.

Hinata smiled weakly at that, his hand coming to rest atop your folded ones on your lap. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

You shook your head. "Obviously, you can't take care of yourself." Slipping your hands from under his, you took the hand warmers out of your pockets and placed one in each of his hands. "Luckily, you got me."

His face lit up. "Oh, do I now?"

Warmth spread through your body as you looked away from his hopeful gaze. "Well, you did make it to Nationals."

[willow-salix]

This little piece came about after a conversation with @myladykayo and a couple of post/prompts.. I'm only going to include one here until everyone has read it otherwise it'll ruin the whole thing.

This is what happens when my two want fluff and a little spicy time together... Let's heat up this Monday morning.

"Rotzlöffel!" 

Selene paused, the wagging finger of doom pointing right at his chest. "What did you just call- don't yell at me in languages I don't understand!" 

"Well don't be one then!" 

"Don't be a what? What did you just call me?" her eyes narrowed dangerously. 

He had two choices, stand his ground or retreat and try to make things better, but if there was one thing he'd learned from spending almost two years of his life with a mad witch, it was to never back down. 

He squared his shoulders, looked her dead in the eye and answered her honestly. "A snot spoon."

She blinked. "A what now?" 

"It's loosely translated…" he waved his hand vaguely. 

"And it means?" 

"A brat."

"You just called me a brat?" 

"Yes."

"Well don't do that!" 

"Don't act like one then!" 

She bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh. She failed. 

"A snot spoon? Seriously? That's what you came up with?" 

"Alan never knew what it meant either."

"You're an idiot."

"An idiot that you love," he shot back, an evil grin beginning to form. 

"Urghhh," she stopped pacing and flopped backwards onto the bed. "When did we move from arguments that turn to kissing to arguments that turn into childish insults?" 

"Around three table decorations and a cake ago."

She raised a hand. "I would like to put in a formal request to go back to the former, thank you."

John caught hold of her hand, lacing their fingers. "That could be arranged," he squeezed her fingers lightly. "But, you did just call me an idiot."

"My idiot," she tugged on his hand, pulling him down on top of her. "So, kisses?" 

"Kisses are good."

They both moved closer, moving instinctively from much practice. Their lips met, softly at first, little warm up kisses that were sweet rather than sensual. 

Her tongue dabbed softly at his lips, trying to tempt him to open and allow her to deepen their kiss. 

She moaned happily, letting her hands get in on the action, one travelling the length of his spine, nails scraping lightly through the fabric of his shirt, the other journeying upwards to tangle in his hair. 

Their kiss deepened, lazy kisses, taking their time, just enjoying a rare moment to be alone together. Selene could feel her heart speeding up and her breath becoming a little ragged as the fluttering butterflies of arousal began to multiply from their ever present "damn my guy's hot" to "gotta have him now."

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for shouting at you in German?" 

"That depends."

"On what?" 

"On how else you're going to use those hot language skills of yours." She kissed her way to his jaw. 

"Does my lady have any requests?" 

"Dealer's choice, I just like listening to you. Surprise me."

"Mm, I'm sure I can come up with something." He turned his head to capture her lips again. 

Using her grip on his hair she broke their kiss, stopping to rub her nose against his. 

"Talk to me," she pleaded in her most seductive voice and he was powerless to resist. 

He broke away to kiss his way down her neck, nipping lightly here and there, nuzzling her soft skin. He worked his way up to her ear as one of her hands found its way under his shirt to stroke bare skin. Well, that wasn't helping, was it? How was he supposed to concentrate while she was doing that? 

Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer so she could feel his hard length through his jeans. 

"Tell me what you want," she encouraged, her own lips attacking the side of his neck. That was not playing fair. 

Thoroughly enjoying her current mood and in no way wanting to jeopardize that he said the first thing that came to mind although it was cheesy as hell. 

"Est-ce que ton père a été un voleur? Parce qu’il a volé les étoiles du ciel pour les mettre dans tes yeux." 

She purred a low moan in his ear and he filed that information away for later, how to stop an argument, grab her, kiss her, whisper in french, got it. 

"Je te trouve belle." 

Her fingers had got to work on the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly, pushing the material off his shoulders. 

Huh, they were now at the stripping part of the proceedings, he was down with that. Luckily for him she was wearing one of her black blouses today, this one decorated with a fine covering of silver spider web, not that he was paying much attention to the intricacies of the design right at that moment. 

He popped open the first two buttons and lowered his head to kiss a path down her neck, pausing to suck lightly on her collarbone. Her shuddering moan was accompanied by a seductive hip roll that almost made his eyes cross. This wasn't good, she shouldn't have told him to say what he wanted. Quick, he instructed himself, think of something else! 

"Mélanger les jaunes d’œufs avec la moutarde, le sel et le poivre dans un saladier." 

Her back arched, thrusting her still caged breast closer. 

"Ajouter tout doucement et peu à peu l’huile sur le mélange en battant au fouet." 

Her fingers played with the shorter hairs on the back of his neck, nails scraping lightly at his skin. 

Honestly, when she had started the day with a full list of shit she didn't care about but Grandma insisted was important, she had questioned the wiseness of dragging her Spaceman home. Especially when it had disintegrated into her tossing his carefully crafted list into the trash and refusing to make another decision again. But now that she'd seen how they could resolve an argument she might be tempted to start one daily. 

One of the things she loved most about her man was how he could be so incredibly sexy without even knowing it, there was no big headedness from John that would make him insufferably smug like some men she knew. 

She loved his voice, it was the first thing she had fallen for, wanting to be closer to him before she had even seen his face and she always found it incredibly hot when he would casually drop into another language like it required no more effort than blinking. 

This was doing all kinds of good things to rev her engine and if he wasn't careful she'd be forced to roll him over and have her wicked way with him before he knew what was going on. 

"Remplir les avocats avec des crevettes et les recouvrir de sauce cocktail." 

She stiffened as the tip of his tongue traced the lacy edge of her bra but she was far too distracted to pay much attention. Had he…

"Dude, did you just say cocktail sauce?" She didn't know much French, in fact she was limited to a couple of cheeses, bread, chicken and French fries, she was very food based, but she had definitely heard that before. 

He froze for a second then sighed, his head dropping to bury his face in her neck. 

"Sorry."

She didn't know whether she should laugh or cry although as usual, laughing won. 

She began to giggle, unable to hold it in. 

He lifted his head to look at her, completely bemused. 

"What the hell were you even saying?" 

He shifted uncomfortably, both from the sudden shift in position as well as the metaphorical bucket of cold water that had been dumped on top of them. 

"Well, at first I was complimenting your eyes, but then I had to think of something a little less exciting and I skipped breakfast -" 

"And lunch knowing you."

"Maybe…"

"And so you were saying…"

"I may have been telling you how to make a shrimp and avocado salad." 

To his intense relief her giggles turned into full laughter which he couldn't help but join in with. 

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, struggling to breathe but not for the reasons they had first been planning. 

"Gods, I love you," she gasped, trying to catch her breath and not crack up laughing again. She kissed his cheek and let go, pushing him gently to the side. 

She sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes and buttoned her blouse back up. 

"Sorry, that kinda killed the mood," he winced. 

"Rubbish, if we can't laugh then there's no hope for us, it's laughter and love that keeps a couple strong and we've got that in abundance."

She held out her hand to him, dragging him to his feet. 

"Back to the list?" he sighed. 

"Hell no, we're going to the kitchen." She reached out to give his firm abs a loving pat. "I'm gonna fuel my sex machine and then take full advantage of you being home for the rest of the night."

"Sex Machine?" he arched a disbelieving eyebrow as he fastened his shirt. 

She shrugged, unrepentant. "Meh, I thought it'd try it, it obviously didn't work." She sighed dramatically. "Most men would be grateful their girl thinks they are a stud." 

"Good thing I'm not most men then, because that was a terrible line," he followed her to the door.

"This is coming from the guy that just told my boobs how to cut a cucumber."

[mwolf0epsilon]

The only thing Joey loves more than playing god and Henry Stein, is fucking with people's heads.

Summary: In which two older men relentlessly tease a younger coworker to the point it becomes detrimental to the object of their "affections". AKA Norman doesn't know how to feel about his attraction to Sammy, and Joey likes to fuck with people. Tom doesn't help in the slightest.

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Sammy was exhausted. Both physically and mentally, as he'd had another frustratingly long day "correcting" scores he'd been working on for weeks and enduring the band's incessant incompetence.

Oh, and there were also Norman and Joey who, for some mysterious reason, had decided to begin tormenting the hell out of him.

Overall a regular day at the studio, but one that ended up grinding his gears in the most painful way possible.

"Abigail, I'm home..." He called out to his younger sister, now well on the way to womanhood at the ripe age of 15, and ready to "face the world" or so she'd said (nevermind that she still got anxious when he was late).

"Dinner will be ready soon! Take your shoes off mister!" She called out from their tiny kitchen. In her desire to prove herself quite grown up she'd taken to cooking for him whenever he came in late from work, as opposed to keeping him on his feet like when she was still unable to reach the stove properly.

He had to admit, at least what she made was palatable. For all that he was good with an instrument and a tune, Sammy lacked tallent in the cooking department. Still he'd miss those nights where he'd make "drowned pasta burnt Bolognese" for the both of them to enjoy. But not as much as he missed his mother's cakes.

"What are we having?" He put his coat on the hanger and kicked off his shoes. The floor looked a bit slick from Abby moping it no doubt. She still hadn't gotten the hang of getting the excess water off of the mop.

"I thought we could mix things up and have breakfast foods for dinner. Like when I was six." She explained, seeming rather chipper. "Those were fun nights."

"That they were..." He joined her in the kitchen, enjoying the smell of cooking bacon and eggs, as well as warm toast and fresh orange juice. He'd kill for some whiskey though.

"They also cheered me up everytime, so I thought it could work for you too, Sambo." And there it was. Astute observation on her part, Abby always knew when he was down in the dumps for real. Getting harassed at work was definitely one way to get him a little under the weather.

"Don't call me that."

"Oh why not? I think you'd like a good samba. I've seen you dance Sammy, you could light up a room with just how happy you get shaking about." She smiled genuinely at him, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes. He smiled back as she placed a plate in front of him, and smiled wider when she gave him a bottle of licor rather than the juice she was having for herself. "Just a little treat, so you feel better."

"You're a little angel, you know that?" He ruffled her hair and chuckled bitterly. Yeah, an angel. Unlike those good for nothing-- Patience Sammy. No need to get upset while eating a meal with his sister.

"Everyone needs one guarding their back." Abigail stated before tucking in, looking up at him with a mouthful of eggs and bacon. "So. Spill. What's got my grumpy brother in a perpetual A?"

"Abby, don't talk with your mouth full." He chastised, ignoring her usage of musical keys to coax the issue out of him. "It's really nothing to worry about. Just work being bothersome."

"It's not nothing. You usually grumble when it's just work. This is clearly something else if it's making you quiet." Abby insisted after swallowing her food. "Samuel Lawrence Jr is not a quiet man."

That he wasn't, and that was the give away here. She knew how to read him like a book and it was honestly pointless trying to skirt around it. Abigail was a Lawrence after all. And a Lawrence was as stubborn as a mule out in the field.

So... He relented and told his sister.

"It's stupid. It's so freaking stupid!" He covered his face with his hands, frustrated and embarrassed. "Joey and Norman have been acting like petulant children! Mocking me openly, leaving little notes teasing me, heck even talking behind my back about how much they dislike me! What's worse is it's spreading! Even Thomas Connor has taken to mouthing off to his GENT subordinates, and people laugh whenever they see me! It's... It's disheartening! And very distracting!"

He sighed.

"It's stupid..."

"No it's not!" Abby startled him, the look of anger on her face giving him pause. "You're getting bullied! It's not stupid to feel bad about it."

"It is if you're a grown man. Grown men don't feel sad when their coworkers talk behind their back. That's..." Wimpy? Queer stuff? Worthy of a beating? His father would sneer at the thought of his only son being a wuss about this sort of stuff.

"Sammy, you're allowed to be sad if people are assholes to you."

"Abigail Marie Lawrence!"

"Don't pull that card with me. You know I'm right! They have no right to make you feel so rotten!"

She was right. They really didn't have the right to do this... But there was nothing he could really do.

Well, actually there was, he just couldn't do it to Drew of all people. But Norman and Thomas were another story.

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"You know you deserve this don't you?" Lacie Benton sighed as she dabbed Norman's swollen eye with a wet cloth. Besides her, Jack was helping sling his arm until he could have a doctor check it out for him. He'd landed pretty bad on it and, although he doubted he'd broken it, he couldn't quite move it from the pain.

"I know..."

"If you'd just told him instead of going off being so childish... Oh Norman what were you thinkin'?! Invitin' that devil t' start sayin' those things?! You should know better!" Lacie ranted on, frowning at the roughed up older gentleman she was currently caring for.

"I... I panicked. I still don't know how to address my issue with Sammy." He tried to explain. "I didn't think it'd escalate into him going crazy and comin' ta rip my throat out for it!"

"This is Sammy Lawrence we're talking about Norman. He was raised by a racist Catholic man that taught him gays and blacks are evil." Jack pointed out. "Resorting to 4th grade pettiness to show your crush you like them was definitely asking for Sammy to lose it and get revenge."

"An' Drew joinin' in on the "fun" did no good. I swear that man realized you were gettin,' sweet on him an' thought it'd be just swell t' ruin your days." Lacie huffed irritably.

"Thomas didn't help with the betting poll either. Everyone took the week to piss off Sammy, I swear to God..." Jack sighed.

"My fault. I shoulda' been more sensible... Kid hates me for sure now."

"Depends if he remembers. You both fell down the stairs pretty hard." Lacie reminded him. "Which reminds me, you should be expectin' a call soon. Your brother had to take that kid's poor sister to the hospital to check on her ornery brother."

"Oh... I'm dead for sure. If not by my brother's hand, it'll definitely be by my niece and nephew's..." He pauses, considering his options "Or worse... They'll set Sammy's sister on me! She can be real scary when she's mad!"

Needless to say, after indeed getting yelled at over the phone by Abigail Lawrence and having to apologize to Sammy while he dealt with a broken leg, Norman didn't tease the music director all that much after that incident. And whatever bets Thomas made became less public for fear of losing another molar. Sammy Lawrence had one hell of a right hook!

Joey still went out of his way to be a jackass though. He much liked teasing his favourite employees, and nothing would change that.