#i might be a little coo coo and this might seem a lil insane but hear me out… hear me out

[takamiwife]

Got sick and can not stop coughing at all and yhe worst part is my period started the same time rip

Could i request a lil comfort thing for hawks or dabi comforting the reader who is sick and also feels even worse cause she has rlly bad cramps?

AWW I HOPE YOURE FEELING BETTER :(( sorry this is likely out after you’re all better but this still deserves to be written !! if you’ve submitted something to my inbox dw, i have seen it and it’s in my drafts, im just going in order!! 💞 also, there’s some sex and the city spoilers toward the end of it, for season 3, so just watch out for that if you’re watching it/interested in watching it!

well, sick season was back and hit you full force. you woke up, your throat feeling like it had been scratched by a thousand cats and your nose stuffed. you groaned, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. you shuffled out into the kitchen, nearly passing out from reaching up into the cabinet to get some tea.

“baby? are you okay? you’re up early” keigo yawned, following you out into the kitchen

all it took was for you to turn around, looking at keigo; tired, darkened eyes, puffy cheeks, and your body being able to stand.

“jesus, you definitely are not,” he frowned, putting a hand to your forehead. “you don’t feel like you have a fever… here, come on, sit down,” he guides you over to the couch, watching as you slump against the comfortable throw pillows. he hands you the remote and moves back into the kitchen, immediately making you some tea — you never seemed to have an appetite when you were sick, but hopefully you could handle this.

after adorning your tea with honey, he moved back to the couch, placing them in front of you, replacing the throw pillows with his own body as you lay on his lap.

you whimper, holding your stomach; as if everything else wasn’t bad enough, the universe decided to curse you with cramps too.

he stroked your hair, using a few of his feathers to retrieve the pill bottle from the bathroom, not wanting to move from his position. he opened the red-capped bottle, tapping a few pills into his hand. “here, cmon, you can sit up for me right?” he coos, helping you sit up and make sure you toon the pills, hopefully to at least help with the pain. “there we go, that’s my girl” he smiled

“don’t you have work?” you say quietly, moving your head back down to his lap.

“i can be a little late, they can manage without me. don’t worry about it, alright?” he said softly, running his hands along your side.

now, had you woken up with dabi, it would go a little different.

you lay in your shared bed, surrounded by his scent, but your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. he had been out all night doing.. god knows what with the league, and you had woken up with all of the worst symptoms imaginable. you scrolled on your phone, praying he’d be back soon so he could help you.

luckily, something listened, as he cracked the door open, trying his best to be quiet; a surprisingly sweet gesture from him when he was out all night on missions.

“shit, are you okay?” he kneeled in front of you. “you look awful”

“thanks for the reminder,” you say through a stuffed nose. “my throat is on fire, i can barely breathe through my nose, and of course i have to have fucking cramps..”

“well.. hey, at least you aren’t pregnant” he shrugged

you glare at him, a small part of you finding the silver lining a bit amusing

“can you.. help me, please? you know, like a good boyfriend?” you hide your smile

“uhh…” dabi trailed off, playing with a strand of your hair. of course he wanted to help, he just.. didn’t really know how. he didn’t really get sick, and if he did he just popped whatever pill was in his cabinet and said fuck it and continued on. “yea.. what do you want? we’ve probably got a whole stash somewhere - xanax, percocet, oxy, if you want something a little stronger.. uh, a little coke might not hurt, just rub it on your gums”

“are you insane?” you stare at him blankly. “do you just have, like.. tylenol? midol? anything like that? and not.. crushed up and in a line. in pill form”

“yea, yea, let me go check. pussy..” he muttered, shooting you a smirk.

you used your little strength to smack his arm, unable to hide your smile.

after digging around under his sink, he was finally able to find some normal, non-hard drug tylenol.

he returned to you, holding onto your side as you sat up, taking the pills with a swig of water.

“you uh.. really don’t feel good, do you?”

“you couldn’t tell?” you ask through your scratchy voice.

as you lay back down, he looked at you, your eyes closing as you groaned. he tried to remember back when he was a child; there was a short period of time where he got quite sick during the winter, and his mother was nothing short of a saint. cartoons, warm soup, medicinal tea, cool wash clothes on the forehead.. the whole nine yards. it was clear that what you needed right now was him, and he was more than willing to give that to you.

“c’mere..” he shuffled beside you, pulling you onto his chest. “are you.. hungry? do you want anything warm? that’d help your throat, right?”

“not right now.. just wanna sleep right now..” you say into his chest, and he pulls the warm blanket over you, kissing your head as you fall back asleep, finally sound and able.

now, as you fell back asleep on keigo’s lap, he knew he couldn’t ignore his work any longer or they’d have his head on a spike. in an indiana-jones style move, he replaced his lap with a pillow, draping a blanket over your sleeping form. he kneeled in front of you, watching you sleep as he kissed your forehead.

“i’ll be back soon, okay? i’m sorry i have to leave..” he whispered, brushing some hair away from your face.

luckily, with the day being quite boring, within about three hours of working, he was able to convince his side kicks to take over for the day; “you guys can handle this, i have a sick girlfriend i need to take care of. i mean, what horrible things are going to happen, it’s a random tuesday.”

back at home, you stirred back to life, the pain now having subsided a decent amount. you reach for your phone on the coffee table that sat beside your tea, clicking keigo’s contact. he picked up rather quickly, his voice being a comfort on the other line.

“hey my love, finally awake huh?” you could hear his smile through the screen.

“yea, i just woke up”

“ah, well your throat sounds a bit better. how are the cramps?”

“um, a lot better.. sorry to make you late, but i appreciate you staying with me”

keigo chuckled

“they were fine without me, love. actually, i just left them”

“what? but-“

“but nothing. i’m on my way home, want me to get your favorite?”

you sit up, smiling. “…if it isn’t too much trouble”

“i figured you’d say that. i’m already on my way there. i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“okay.. i love you”

“i love you too”

still being held in dabi’s arms, you slept surprisingly soundly despite everything. he slipped out of your grip, making sure you were comfortable before going to the raggedy kitchen downstairs, searching for anything that could make you feel better. but he was doubtful the crumbs in the dirty cupboards would help much. so, with no other choice, he put on his hoodie and a mask, pulling it up over his nose, less likely to be recognized.

so, after walking a few blocks to the nearest convenience store (that also happened to have a deli), he returned home with your favorite soup, a box of tea bags, and an ice cream bar for you to enjoy later if you felt better. after placing the ice cream in the fridge, he made a nice warm cup of tea (thanks to the help of his quirk) and brought that, along with your soup up to the room, setting it on the bedside table.

“hey,” he shook you gently. “i got you something.”

“mmh.. you’re supposed to let sick people sleep.” you whined.

“fine, go on and sleep, but your soup is gonna get cold”

you opened your eyes; okay, you were quite hungry now. you reluctantly sat up, placing your back against the wall.

“there she is,” he grinned slyly. “morning sunshine” he said, handing you the cup of soup with the plastic spoon. “and there’s um.. tea, too.”

“wow, you really went all out, huh?” you smile from over the cup.

“of course i did. it’s for you, after all.” he brushed it off.

“well, thank you honey.” you coo, gently scratching his chin. damn, he loved when you did that.

he sat beside you, occasionally accepting bites of your soup.

“if i get sick from this, you’re so dead” he

“you’d love me taking care of you, don’t lie”

“…fair enough”

within about forty five minutes, keigo had returned home, takeout bags in hand as you paused your show. he placed them down on the coffee table in front of you, unpacking them.

“thank you, kei. i mean it, really. you didn’t have to do all this.” you say, smiling at him as he came back with plates for the two of you.

“what do you mean? of course i did. i love you, and you didn’t feel good, so of course i had to help you feel better.” he said, placing the food onto a plate and handing it to you.

“well, still-“

“still nothing,” he cut you off, leaning toward you. “you take care of me all the time. this was nothing compared to all you do for me.”

your heart swelled as you stared at his determined face.

“now, catch me up. what’s going on with the girls?” he gestured to the tv.

“well, carrie just cheated on aidan with mr. big…”

after a few hours of lazing about and watching your favorite show on dabi’s phone, he returned to the room with his hands behind his back.

“i got something else for you, too… figured since you’re feeling better..” he pulled out the wrapped ice cream bar, holding it out to you.

“oh, baby..”

“i know it’s not the best, but it could help your throat feel better and.. i dunno, you like ice cream, so..”

you sit up on your knees on the bed, pulling him into a hug.

and as you enjoy your treat, he sits beside you.

“so, feeling better?”

“much. thank you, doctor.” you tease.

“well.. good. i don’t like seeing you like this.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, holding your ice cream up to him.

as much as he hated seeing you sick, dabi loved taking care of you for the day. of course he wanted you to feel better, but.. he wouldn’t mind another day of holding you in bed.

[ellecdc]

hii!! how’s ur week going?? im about to started my mid-terms and im going insane hshshs

soo

this is a little idea that i had, if u don’t like it or don’t find it that good then that’s completely fine but

i thought of remus x reader in which reader is in love w the beauty and the beast (it’s my favorite princess and emma watson making the movie will forever be my roman empire) and they dress up as them for halloween!!!!

maybe reader is going as belle and didn’t tell remus to dress up w her bc she didn’t want to offend him or anything but instead, even though a little skeptical about, finds it funny and a good idea AND HE SURPRISES HIS GIRL DRESSED AS THE BEAST AND SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY AS BELLE

😁😁😁😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊byee

cute little halloweeny moment <3 thanks for your request! I hope I did it justice :)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader who dresses up as Belle [678 words]

CW: halloween, dirty joke but nothing explicit, mentions of a 'drink table' but no descriptions of drinking

“You look so cute, Y/N.” Lily cooed as she looped her arms through the rope spider web the two of you spent all night tying as she watched you adjusted the white apron around your waist, smiling at her in the mirror as you finished putting on your costume. “Does this mean Remus is gonna be the Beast to your Belle?” 

You sighed with a smile as you smoothed your hands over the blue dress you were wearing, a small red rose tucked into the pocket of your half apron. “No…costumes and dressing up isn’t really his thing.” You admitted rather ruefully. “I wasn’t going to force him.”

Lily made a sympathetic sound as she came to smooth out the bow you had tied behind you that you couldn’t see. “Did you ask, though? I think Rem would do just about anything you asked of him, you know?”

You flushed at the sentiment and worried your lip between your teeth. “I told him that I would be dressing up, but he didn’t seem very keen. It’s alright; maybe next year!” 

Lily looked like she had more to say (though, when did she not?) but gave you as good a hug as she could manage with her four extra legs strapped to her back. “Alright, let’s go find our dates, hm?” 

The Gryffindor common room was only just starting to fill up as the portrait hole was propped open for other houses to attend, but most of the Gryffindor’s were already there.

Most of them.

“Lils, do you see the bo-”

“Oh my god!” Lily nearly squealed as she grabbed at your arm (rather roughly, you might add - that was definitely going to bruise). 

“Merlin, Lily, what’s gotten in-” but the words died on your lips when you turned to see the boys descending the stairs from their dormitory. 

Sirius was dressed as Freddie Mercury, Peter was dressed as Dumbledore, James was dressed as the moth no doubt to Lily’s spiderweb, and Remus…

“Good evening.” He greeted you with a theatrical bow, holding his hand out for your own.

“Rem-”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before returning to his full height, adorned in the formal wear of The Beast.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, incapable of taking your eyes off of his soft smile and honeyed gaze to even fully appreciate the costume he was wearing.

“You were so excited to dress up, and I knew you’d make a beautiful Belle, so…” He trailed off as his gaze trailed appreciatively over your form. 

“You dressed up for me?” You nearly cooed, causing Lily to let out a boisterous laugh. 

“I told you he’d do just about anything you asked of him!” She chided.

“S’no fair either.” Sirius pouted from his otherside; fake moustache moving comically as he levelled you with a look. “All these years we’ve been begging him to dress up with us.” 

“Last year we were Goldilocks and the two bears.” Peter continued. 

“The year before that we were the teenage mutant ninja turtles, sans Raphael.” James carried on.

“And you can’t forget the embarrassing year we went as three of the four seasons.” Sirius grumbled earning him hums of agreement from the other two Marauders.

“But…why didn’t you guys just find three themed costumes?” You asked then; the three boys blinking at you as Remus let out a loud snort. 

“My point, Y/N,” Sirius continued with faux contempt, “is that you should feel very special.”

“I do.” You let out somewhat breathlessly as you turned to watch Remus turn bashful. 

“Let us know if he’s a beast in bed too, yeah?” James called over, earning him an elbow in the gut from Lily. 

“James.” Lily chided, though when he turned his attention towards the drink table, she mouthed ‘he is, though, right?’. 

“I can’t believe you did this.” You murmured as you let Remus lead you towards the snack table.

“For you?” He asked as he popped a cheese puff in his mouth. “I’d do just about anything you asked, dove.”

[kisskissinthecar]

well the main problem with eating people is the brain, i’d say. with prions and kuru, there are all these proteins in the brain, but some get misfolded and become prions, which are deadly. prions can cause kuru, which is a disease characterized by coordination problems, inability to walk, headaches, tremors, slurred speech, mood changes, inability to eat, uncontrollable laughter, and eventually, death. kuru is caused by eating the brain and ingesting these prions (and some other causes, but thats the most common) and the affected person usually dies in 6-12 months.

so, if elfs *were* evolved from humans and lets say a human *did* try to eat an elf, what would happen? i honestly see it going two ways.

well, obviously, the elves brains evolved. the elves evolved as a whole. they evolved to have almost indefinite life spans, powers, pointy ears, “always looking good” (which i have a theory on), have minds that can break of guilt, and more. so, they obviously evolved. but how and how much? could they evolve to get rid of prions? plus, with all the healing potions they have, i mean, maybe they just disappeared? and elves brains OBVIOUSLY evolved, with mind breaking and powers. i have a few theories about the evolution if elves evolved from humans.

honestly, i just think it was a mix of genetic mutation, environment survival, polygenic changes, and geographic speciation.

specifically, geographic speciation. i think the elves found the lost cities when they were humans and they didn’t go back home, maybe it was a village of 50 or 60, and they decided to stay in the lost cities. now, the lost cities were dangerous, so they slowly started to adapt. this is when the basic powers that every elf has came in, blinking and telekinesis. also, i believe “always looking good/hot” is a power in of itself. i believe its a sort of glamor spell that all elves have. i also think that certain families started getting their own individual powers, like the vackers started getting vanishing (and hints of telepathy). and as the familys grew and the number of people grew, more and more niche powers developed. i think thats how the powers developed.

(sidenote: i do believe that the vackers have more telepaths than any other family, but i believe they started as vanishers but that was slowly lost and forgotten. i also believe that telepathy started as a sort of 6th sense? like a boost to your intuition. like it evolved from the natural intuition that humans have and it kept evolving until it became literally being able to read other humans minds. i hc that it was one of the abilities that took the longest to develop.)

now, for the lifespans. i think although the lost cities was dangerous, when they developed their powers, it became relatively safer. and the air was clean and it did not have the pollutants and harmful stuff of the human world, so the elves slowly got longer and longer lifespans until their life spans became so long they seem indefinite. no one remembers the last time someone died of old age. and for the pointy ears, people don’t usually live for thousands of years. i think that is their bodies evolving with their long lifespans.

so, with all these evolutions, what would happen if a human tried to eat an elf? let’s say the human cooks the elf and all of that. i believe eating the organs would work okay, like how eating most animals organs are okay. eating most of the body would be okay, i think. even healthier than eating animals, maybe. but, could you eat the brain? what would happen if you ate the brain?

im sorry, but my firm belief is that elf’s brains still have prions! prions can be beneficial and important to life! i think humans could eat all of elves but their brains, basically. i think maybe a longer, more drawn-out version of kuru would happen if you ate elves brains.

Wait are there fat elves? Or is it a lotr terminally skinny thing? It's been so long since I read kotlc that I cannot remember any descriptions

Cuz like. If they're just bones they wouldn't have much nutritional value but if they can have fat and muscle they may be more nutrient dense than a human

So basically like. Is it standardized (eg 6ft 200lb elf vs 6ft 200lb human) or random elf vs random human

Supposedly there are fat elves, though we have yet to actually meet any.

At Alvar's trial, Shannon describes the Vacker family as having, "every hair color, skin color, feature shape, and body type" (Flashback 17). It's not elaborated on further or brought up again.

Anyway, my thought was standardizing the comparison. Do elves inherently have some beneficial extra vitamins and minerals in them, something humans don't have? Would a human be able to eat an elf without the complications preventing us from safely eating another human? Many such queries

[cruel-hiraeth]

KAE!!!! KINICH IS SO GUY CODED I LOVE HIM!!!!! he like! has this lil dragon who wants to kill him (kahul ajaw i believe is the dragon's name) and he's like a bounty hunter and he's like primarily motivated by money to the point where his community knows and kinda disparages him for it... and YET and yet he is soft for his friends and is protective and has a strong sense of duty and i think like. he's just so. he's SO. i think he's a big softie for his partner i really do i think he loves rubbing his face against your chest or your tummy and just falling asleep to the rise and fall of your chest as u breathe. also i think he fucks silly weird NASTY style i think his cock is nice n thick n i think his balls r so so so heavy all the time (but this may be me being so biased bc all of my favs have huge heavy breeder balls tbh.....) i just maybe im just down bad bc he's new but he has captivated my attention and i am imagining kisses (and lewd nasty sex) with him in a little cranny in the rock faces near the top of coatepec mountain... him just shushing you n telling u to be quiet because people might hear... but then when you cum on his cock so hard you start crying he coos at you "i know, i know. it's so mean of me to expect you to be quiet when you're feeling so good... i know you can't help it." i just have a lot of THOUGHTS and i am going INSANE

- min!!

WOMY I UNDERSTAND THE ALLURE COMPLETELY… I PULLED HIM TODAY AND HE’S SO 💚 i’m woefully behind on the archon quest etc. so i won’t meet him in-game for a while, but his voice lines make me all shy, and his relationship with ajaw makes me laugh! also his personality reminds me of mine a bit; like he seems to have a kind of cold exterior (due to being an introvert + rbf), but is silly and kind and devoted to those he loves. ooh ooh and he has a dry sense of humor! but those are just my first glance thoughts, so i could be totally off :’-) and ooouuyggghhhh i need the thick cock i need the big breeder balls i need him to coo and console me while he wrecks me just out of earshot of others jcbfhdjsksnbcbcj you’re INSANE /pos i love everything about this (and you!)

[lec743]

Darksiders Concept Thingy With Strife (2)

Strife wasn't paying much attention to Death as he went on his boring tangent, or plan, or what have you. Instead, as the oldest nephilim was talking their ears off, Strife had his sights on the human woman. He was amazed that Death even managed to resurrect a human and he was even more baffled to see said human with him still. He though she would have been left with The Makers by now. There's no way he's going to convince Death to tell him why she's here, but maybe he can get a bit of info out of her.

Once Death had his back to him, Strife made his way over to the human woman. She had long quietly fallen off of Despair as it seemed she was hiding from them. He doesn't blame her. They are monsters after all.

As he got closer he could here her muttering. "Oh Despair. I'm despairing. How do I even talk with them? How alike are they to your rider?" Strife quietly snorted to himself. She's a bit of a funny creature it seems.

He rounded the front of Despair and leaned over to see that she held Death's little corvid, Dust. She was preening him as the bird's eyes were closed in ecstasy. She was swallowed up by the clothes she's in, with one pant leg tied up into a short knot and the shirt was low enough on her back that he could see the odd shape of her spine. He could also see some faint splattering of blood on her clothes, but it doesn't seem like it's hers. She was leaning against Despair's front right leg and has yet to notice him.

Despair rumbled at him and pushed against his shoulder for being so close to her. Strife patted her nose to get her to stop.

"I think I'll go insane if they are all brooding and quiet like him." She said as she picked up the crow and kissed him on his head. "But at least you're friendly enough, huh lil guy." She cooed at Dust.

"Hi."

She squeaked loudly and threw Dust in the air as she fell on her side in fright. The bird managed to get his wings under him before he fell to the ground and he cawed indigently at Strife for disturbing his peace before flying off to do something on his own. Strife payed the bird no mind as he smiled wide under his helmed mask. That was the cutest thing he's ever seen.

As she moved to sit back up she stared up at him with wide eyes. Her shoulders were hunched up and she looked like she was trying to make herself look as small as possible.

"So being with my brother is driving you crazy already is it," Strife teased.

She grimaced, then she looked down to fiddle with her fingers. "You heard that, did you."

Strife walked around to squat on her other side, away from Despair's head. "Eh, I don't blame you. Death's a tough guy to get along with. Can't be around him long without starting some sort of fight with him."

She snorted and a tentative smile spread across her face, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. She looked at him with eyes so wide that he thought her eyes would explode out of her head.

"His name is Death???" Then she made a face that looked like she just ate something bitter.

He chuckled at her reaction. "It sure is. I take it introductions weren't made." She shook her head. "Well, I'm Strife. The woman over there with the wild hair is Fury. And the biggest one out of us is War."

She placed her hands against her mouth like she was in prayer a she stared forward with a furrowed brow.

"And who might you be?"

She jumped a bit, like he spooked her and she turned quickly towards him. "O-oh! Right! I'm [insert name for later]." She offered him her right hand. "Nice to meet you?"

Strife looked at her hand in confusion. As he continued to stare, she seemed to deflate, but then she took a deep breath and grabbed his gauntlet covered hand with both of her hands and shook it up and down.

"Nice to meet you." She said with more confidence.

She's so tiny. Strife smiled a bit wider under his helm as he took his hand back. "With that out of the way. Why are you here? I would think Death would have dumped you at The Maker's doorstep at this point."

She pouted at the mention of the original plan. Then she crossed her arms with a huff. "I intend on helping to get my kingdom back and nothing Death says is going to keep me from doing what I can to assist in this endeavor."

"Mmm. Might be a bit hard to help us with only one leg, won't it?"

"Don't you worry about that. I've got a leg up on the situation."

Strife snorted and she smiled so wide, she seemed to shine like the sun; she was so proud of making him laugh.

"Strife!" Death said sternly.

She squeaked in fright and covered her head while Strife groaned as he looked up to see Death leaning over Despair's back to look down on the two of them.

"Do you mind, old man. We were having a moment."

"And now you have another moment to say goodbye. Do you even remember, or did you hear, what I told you what you needed to do?"

"Yah, yah." Strife stood up as he waved off his brother. Go find Vulgrim and get information out of him and so on."

Strife saw Death's eyes narrow at him but he said nothing else as he huffed at him.

"And I'll go too."

Both horsemen looked down at her as she got up on her one foot. Picking up a walking stick he didn't see her have before.

"No you are not."

Strife looked up at Death in surprise. He didn't think he got so attached to the human already.

"Yes. I am," she said with a quiver in her voice. She then went up to Despair's head and patted the side of her face. Then she cooed, "Stay safe, beautiful. Don't miss me too much."

Despair whinnied quietly and pushed the side of her head against the human's face, making the human giggle. Strife looked on in shock. He didn't think the horse was that fond of the human either. He has got to know what is going on with her.

She started to hobble over to where the only other horse was as his younger siblings had already went off to do what Death had ordered them to do. The back of her shirt was scruff-ed by Death. She immediately slipped out of the shirt. The only thing covering her upper body now, being some scrap cloth strips tied tightly around where her breasts are. Death stalked after her as she continued on her merry way.

Strife laughed heartily at the scene. Then he intercepted her and sat her on his shoulders. In the process she managed to grab her shirt from Death, before Strife nabbed her. He was beside Mayhem and she had slipped off his shoulder and onto the horse as he talked down his older brother. She put her shirt back on as they spoke to each other.

"Don't worry about it, Death. I'll keep her safe."

"That is not what I'm worried about."

"Yah, yah, yah," Strife said as he hopped onto his steed's saddle. Nestling himself against her back and putting a hand around her stomach to keep her secure. "We'll see you at the next rendezvous spot."

Then with the kick of his heels Mayhem sped off.

[justsome-di]

New WIP that will sit neglected until NEUD is done. Introducing: Angel. This is my messy, mini-wip intro.

If you like kpop or stories about messy celebrity drama, then you’ll love Angel. It’s not exactly a romance. It’s sort of like a late coming-of-age story because Angel is a bit emotionally immature and is just now getting teenage experiences at 22.

Here’s a lil excerpt I typed up this week:

Cas Solo, pictured left, with family at Meka Solo’s trial on Thursday. The pop artist attended court in a show of support with the rest of the Solo family while his group mates made an appearance at this weekend’s charity concert, pictured right.

Meka Solo’s trial will continue next week.

“It’s free publicity for the group,” Cas said.

Angel rubbed his palms on his joggers. Dae sighed and laid the newspaper down on his cluttered desk. His desk was usually so pristine and nice, but they had just wrapped awards season and were neck-deep in a contract negotiation year. Angel tried cutting him some slack. Even if he was certain the exact same paper cup of coffee on his desk had been there last week at their last meeting.

“It’s not good publicity, idiot,” Miga said.

“I’m not in control of what the press says about my family! Not any more than you!”

“My family isn’t part of some insane conspiracy.”

“That we know of.” Cas pointed a finger at Miga and winked. “We don’t know what secrets your wholesome parents are hiding.”

Miga sneered. Angel pressed his hands into his knees. He didn’t know why he had to be there. He had done what he was supposed to. He had attended the concert, said something cute for the fans, and promised they would be back to making music soon—even though that was, probably, not entirely true.

He didn’t even drink at the concert! That was a huge thing for him, and he was a little put out that he wasn’t getting any praise for staying sober for a whole event.

Dae waved his hands. “Boys, boys. Calm down.”

“Yeah, Miga, calm down,” Cas said. “My uncle might be going to prison. Have some sympathy.”

“Your uncle isn’t going to prison,” Ste said, rubbing his eyes. He seemed more tired than usual. “At worst, he’ll go to some fancy resort that gets called a prison. Rich political dynasties don’t go to normal prison.”

“And even if he is going to prison, doesn’t he deserve it?” Miga asked.

Cas opened his mouth in feigned shock. Then, quickly closed it with half-lidded eyes. “Probably. Guys kinda a dick, apparently.”

“He laundered money,” Miga said. “He stole money from his campaign funds. And he hates, like, every marginalized group in the country.”

“Yeah.”

“Why even go to these trials?”

“I—“ Cas sighed. He reigned himself in. “You don’t get it. Your family’s perfect.”

“They’re not perfect. They just don’t run political campaign scams.”

Cas looked like he wanted to protest. But he just wilted in his chair. “That’s fair. You got me there.”

“Cas, keep doing what your family wants you to do,” Dae said. Angel didn’t miss how Miga rolled his eyes. “You three, thank you for going to the concert. It was good. Even if two of you boys were missing.”

“I don’t get why Kai couldn’t be fucked to come back for one lousy appearance,” Cas said.

“He’s busy in LA,” Angel said.

“More like getting busy,” Cas laughed.

Miga rolled his eyes again, more dramatically to let his disapproval be known, but Angel caught a little smile. Ste pressed his fist into his mouth and turned his head to the side.

“Yeah,” Angel said. “He’s busy writing music.”

“He’s—oh, Skye.” Cas smile, genuinely. “Yeah. That’s what he’s doing. You’re right.”

“What else would he be doing?”

“Aw, Angel,” Ste cooed. “He’s been with Izzy this entire time. They’ve definitely been finding loopholes in our contracts, if you know what I mean.”

Angel didn’t get it. Their contracts said a lot of things. It was why their current negotiations were going on for months. There were clauses about performing with other artists. A lot about money and royalties and how the boys were credited when they were featured artists.

Maybe Kai was looking for new ways to let them work with other artists. Izzy was great, and Angel could believe that Kai was going to push to record with her one day. Whenever NXT came back.

Angel looked to Dae, ready to ask what loopholes there could be, but Dae looked beyond pissed. His face was red, and his hands were balled into fists on top of the newspaper. The rest of the boys were sinking down into their chairs.

“You boys can leave,” Dae said. His voice was quiet, and his tone was curt.

They all got up and headed out of the ridiculously large office. As they walked out the door and onto the top floor of their agency, Cas threw his arm around Angel, and Angel tried to pretend like it gave him comfort. Ste and Miga walked ahead, toward their security at the other end of the lobby.

Angel missed Kai. He handled himself and the group a lot better than Cas did. When they sat in those meetings with Dae, Kai spoke politely and treaded carefully. And Cas did his best to be there for the boys when he stepped in as pseudo-interim-leader. But it wasn’t ever the same.

Angel loved Cas. More than anything. But Cas lacked manners and didn’t think before he spoke.

Better yet, Kai was normal. Like Angel. He didn’t come from a political dynasty like Cas. His parents weren’t famous actors like Miga’s. His mother didn’t own a wildly popular cosmetic line like Ste’s.

Kai’s parents sang in bars and taught music lessons in Los Angeles. They scraped and saved to help Kai get into the pop industry when they moved back to Cadapor. That was why Kai carried himself the way he did. He knew how hard it was to get to where they were.

And that was why Angel liked hanging out with Eisle so much. Eisle lived in a modest apartment with his modest home studio set-up. He didn’t know anyone who had any ties to anything. It was probably why he let himself be the way he was—long hair, jewelry. He sat with his legs crossed and painted his nails.

No one tied to a public family or a huge record label could ever be free like that.

“Cas?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm tightened around his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“You don’t believe anything that your family believes, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re conservative. Do you—”

“Oh, fuck no. If I did, I’d have an easy life as a politician right now. I’d take my spot as a legacy representative. Why do you ask?”

“I was curious.”

“I think if I was bigoted and gross and hated immigration and poor people, I probably wouldn’t keep a secret from you guys. Also, Kai is an immigrant. Technically. And he’s one of my best friends.”

Angel wasn’t scared to ask his next question, but his stomach churned in knots. What if Cas ever met Eisle and couldn’t see how great he was? What if he didn’t approve of their friendship?

“So, you don’t hate gay people, either?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm slackened a little. “No. Of course not. Why are you asking me all these questions?”

“I’m just curious. Your family is in the paper every day, and you’re with them—”

Cas stopped walking. He turned to Angel and laid one hand on each shoulder. His face was serious. More serious than Angel had ever seen him.

“Skye, don’t ever think that I share my family’s beliefs, okay? I have to go to all these trials as publicity stunts. It’s just like the stuff I have to do with NXT. It’s just like that.”

Angel didn’t think it was anything like what they did for NXT’s image. As a member of NXT, Cas got to cuddle puppies and tell people to adopt at their local shelter. He got to donate money to schools and visit sick children in hospitals. He posed at museums to advocate for the arts. He had once planted a tree with an environmentalist group.

As the son of politicians, Cas had to sit in criminal trials. He had been pictured as a child at election parties, confetti the color of the Cadaporian flag swimming in the air around him. He had stood dutifully next to his uncles and grandfather at rallies as they shouted that the country was heading down a dangerous path.

Angel saw a great difference. But he also didn’t know it like Cas did. As long as Cas was with the rest of them, as long as they were NXT, Angel wouldn’t worry.

—

When Kai and Angel first met, Angel was still Skye. He was 14, and he sung at a resort for rich tourists. Kai was 18 and very mature.  

They were being scouted by the same agent at the same time, and Kai had shown up to one of his shows to see what “that kid” was all about. It was just a small performance. A few songs that half the tourists listened to and half the tourists ate through. But Kai sat at a table in the back—he would have sat closer, but all the rich people had reservations. And no one was entirely willing to put a local teenager at the front.

After the show, Kai sneaked backstage and found Angel in a dressing room with two other performers. Kai looked like a grown up. He wore a sports jacket that was too big for him—it was from his father’s closet, Angel found out later when their agency made him return it for a proper-fitting suit. He smiled, and he held out his hand for Angel to limply shake.

Angel was so stunned by him that he thought that Kai was from their agency, ready to sign him on for a deal right then. But Kai introduced himself as a fellow scouted artist. Angel liked how he said it. Artist. Angel had been referred to as an entertainer, a performer, talent, kid. But never an artist.

Kai said he had a lot of talent, and he hoped they ended up signing with the same label. Kai was hoping to go solo, but there had been talks about getting him in a pop group. Angel, Kai was certain, was going to end up a soloist. He was great on stage. Kai couldn’t imagine an agency taking the spotlight off of him.

Angel was over the moon at that compliment. Him? A soloist? He didn’t know about that. Angel was just lucky a scout had noticed him among the dozen other people who performed at that resort, all trying to make their way into the music industry.

Kai bought him ice cream and soda at the bar that evening. It was a lot of money, Angel thought at the time. But Kai paid for it all like it was nothing. He pulled out his wallet and handed the bartender wrinkled bills.

Angel still remembered how the ice cream tasted. The sugar lingered on the back of his tongue and on the roof of his mouth. He still remembered the way the glass bottle hit the bar in front of him. The server set it down, hard, and the drink almost fizzed over from the impact. He wasn’t interested in serving Kai and Angel. There were rich people around whose tips got more generous the drunker they got on the resort’s fancy cocktails.

Kai didn’t eat that night. And looking back on it, he probably didn’t have the money to buy Angel sweets and buy himself anything.

Really, that happened more often than not in those days. Kai would buy the boys treats and sit with nothing in front of him. Even now, when they all had more money than they knew what to do with, Kai made sure the others had food in front of them before he bothered with himself.

Angel missed Kai. 

[mypoisonedvine]

the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

[1kook]

commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7 

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan.  warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart. 

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least. 

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Echoes of Hollow Trail - Part II

Besties!BTS x Reader (f)

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: Some more spookiness, blood, odd happenings…

Summary: Night falls, and your anxiety slowly rises in the darkness.

Notes: I’m really enjoying writing this! Thank you to everyone for voting! There’ll be another poll at the bottom of this part, so please vote if you’re able 😊

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YOU PICKED: Jimin decides to go with MC into the woods even though he’s terrified…

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“N-no! I’ll come with you! You shouldn’t go by yourself…” He doesn’t want to. You can tell that he doesn’t want to, but he’s trying to get over it and for that you’re happy. You know in the long run that it’ll help him if he just sees a fluffy rabbit or something instead of a demon. Shining the light around a bit, you a hum a little before standing directly in front of Jimin, holding your hand out to him

“Alright, come on then Min. I’ll show you there’s nothing to be scared of.” Taking his hand, you start to lead the blond-haired man further away from the camp. It’s insanely dark still, so the only things you can really see are within the beams of light that come from the lantern. The sound of different animals resonates throughout the woods, letting you know that you’re surrounded by different types of wildlife.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!?” Jimin practically wraps his body around yours, gripping at you as if his life depends on it. Swatting at him with your free hand, you use the other to point the lantern toward the trees where the sound came from. It’s almost immediately clear that the little creature is nothing but a fluff ball, rolling around the words likely to find something to eat.

“SHHH, you’ll wake the others up! It’s just a raccoon, look.” The black-eyed animal stares back at you as Jimin slowly let’s go, stepping back a few paces. Cooing a bit, you try and get closer to the cute animal, wanting to pet it even if it might try to bite you or something. Maybe you could make friends with it, you know Jungkook would be all for having an animal companion.

“Minie! Look at how cute it is oh my god! Look at the lil’ baby isn’t he adorable? I told you there isn’t anything to be… worried… about…?” Turning around, he isn’t there. He isn’t anywhere. Maybe he went back to camp? But he didn’t make a sound, at least not that you could hear. Glancing around a bit, you see something craved into one of the trees. Taking a closer look, it seems to be some sort of icon…? Or a symbol of some sort. You’ve never seen it before though and can’t place what it means. Either way, it creeps you the fuck out.

Panicking a bit, you call out for Jimin again. As soon as his name leaves your lips, the bulb of the light goes out, leaving you in complete darkness, the protection of the light completely gone. You pause, trying to allow your eyes to properly adjust to the darkness. Wandering a bit, you step carefully over branches, trying to feel out for some sort of direction. It’s not long before your lantern is gripped by something, ripped out of your hands by someone… something…? Probably Jimin right? He’s got to be pulling a prank.

“Min…? Jimin! That’s not funny! Where’d you go? I can’t see!” Whipping yourself around, you can’t find him anywhere, it’s like he’s disappeared into thin air. Walking a bit further into the trees, you call out for him again in a whisper-scream, starting to actually get worried that something’s happened to him. It’s dead silent in the forest now, not a single sound to be heard compared to a few minutes ago… Which is more than concerning. Even at night, it should never be THIS quiet. When you’re about to turn, there’s a sudden tap at your shoulder leading you to yell out. Turning around, you see Jimin standing in front of you with your lantern suddenly shining again looking… odd.

“Fuck! What the hell Jimin! Where the hell did you go…?” His stare is unnerving, void of any sort of emotion. He doesn’t respond, so you wave a hand in front of his face carefully to try and snap him out of whatever the fuck is happening to him. Pausing, you try not to flinch as a thin line of blood trickles from his nose, dropping onto his clothing as he continues to stare into you.

“Min…” Reaching a hand up, you swipe it under his nose quickly to try and clean him up. It seems to snap him out of it, his eyes focusing on you, specifically the blood that’s on your hand. His hand comes up quickly, wrapping around your wrist to hold it in place. It’s quiet as he stares at the blood, and you’re not even sure what’s going on or what to say. He’s never been fond of the sight of blood before.

“What happened…?” You stare at him, wondering if he’s joking or not. Pulling your hand away slowly, you raise a brow at him and point toward the lantern hanging from his hand. There’s a crack in it, but the lights shining brightly as ever.

“You pulled a joke on me…? Right?” His look of confusion confuses you even further. He rubs his head a little, glancing around as if trying to figure something out. There doesn’t seem to be any other damage done to him. If anything, he looks even cleaner then you do after tumbling through the woods.

“I-I don’t even remember coming out here with you… I mean, I remember being at camp together… and then leaving… but after that I just…” He trails off, looking perturbed by his loss of memory. Can terror lead to people losing their memories so quickly…? Things aren’t adding up at all. The way he’s acting is weird as hell.

“Maybe you just fell and hit your head?” That would explain a lot of things but not everything. Something had ripped that lantern out of your hand...? Something had, but the more you think on it the less likely it seemed to be Jimin. He didn’t even want to be out here in the first place, there’s no way he would run around in the dark woods to play a stupid prank on you. He’s also way too kind-hearted, there’s no way he’d ever want to scare you…

“Yeah, you’re probably right. We should just go back to camp; I can see now that there’s nothing out here.” He turns around and starts to walk, casually strolling away as if nothing even happened. You trail after him slowly, freaked out at not being able to piece any part of this situation together. Jogging to catch up to, he doesn’t say a word on the rest of the way to camp. Once you both get there, the fires burnt out, and everything is silent. It seems none of the other guys from camp even noticed you were gone. Setting the lantern down, Jimin promptly walks over to his tent, unzips it, and crawls in. His shirt hikes up a bit as he does, revealing a bit of red skin, speckles of blood smeared around it. He doesn’t speak a single word to you the whole time.

You stand there dumbfounded by the whole thing. What a weird fucking night. There’s probably some reasonable explanation for it, but you’re way too tired to even try and come up with one. Wandering over to your own tent, you unzip it and fall inside, nearly landing on top of Hoseok in the process. His quiet snores come to a halt, eyes snapping open as he looks at you. You’re not sure why, but you’re happy he decided to sleep with his own lantern set on a low beam of light to keep the tent lit up.

“Fuck! Sorry Hobi, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” A sleepy grin comes to his face, and he tells you not to worry about it. Settling in next to him, you stare at him as he looks back at you, eyebrows raising slightly as if to question you.

“Something… Kind of weird happened tonight. Jimin and I went out into the woods because I wanted to prove to him that there’s nothing creeping around out there. I mean we’ve all known from the start that he hates anything that’s even considered creepy, so I just wanted to make him feel better…” Hoseok sits up in his sleeping bag, rearranging himself so he can prop his head up on his elbow as he listens to you. He nods along, diligently listening to you as he attempts to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Jimin just disappeared. Like, vanished into thin air and then popped back in a few minutes later. He was acting all weird and shit too, couldn’t even remember what happened to him or what was going on.

“You weren’t dreaming right?” That would make thigs a whole lot easier if it were a dream, but you’re sure it wasn’t. It was to real, too fucking odd for it to be a dream. Shaking your head a bit, you tell him that it probably wasn’t a dream. It’s fine… Everything will be happy. Letting out a huff of air, you tell Hoseok that its no big deal and that you should just go to bed.

“You sure? If you want to talk about it more, I’m ready to listen cutie.” You tell him it’s fine and that you should just get to sleep. Unrolling your bag, you crawl in as Hoseok does the same, and you can’t help but to cuddle in a little closer to him, unsure of how to handle tonight’s events. Should you tell the others or just keep your mouth shut? Hoseok seemed to think it wasn’t a big deal… Maybe it was all in your head.

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Should MC…

1. Tell the rest of the group about what happened…

2. Talk to one of the other guys individually to get their opinion…

3. Keep it all between her and Hoseok…

Vote here!!!

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Hey! ❤️ your MC accidentally confessing to the brothers while drunk gave me life 🙏🏻 could you maybe do a part 2 of it where MC is sober again the next morning? 🥺❤️ have a nice day! 🥰❤️

Sorry this took me so long to do the other brothers/Diavolo! Unfortunately I can’t find the original post of when MC was drunk so I’ve included everything from it in this post😹

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MC’s drunk and confesses her love for him, Part 2: the next morning (Asmo, Beel, Belphie and Diavolo)

Asmo

- MC and Asmo had been drinking together

- Like always, he drunk her under the table - she ended up getting absolutely wasted while he seemed like he hadn’t drunk a thing

- He can’t stop cooing over how smiley she is, she was definitely a happy drunk

- She’s also a little touchy

- Like she’s completely infatuated with Asmo when she’s sober, let alone drunk (only she hides is MUCH better when she hasn’t had a drink)

- She can’t stop pinching his cheeks, telling him how beautiful he is

- At first he was like ‘FINALLY someone notices’ but then after she keeps complimenting him, he actually starts to get flustered and a little shy

- But then she starts telling him she’s love him and then he gets REALLY shy

- Acts all cool around drunk MC saying things like ‘of course you love me, who doesn’t?’ But inside his heart is beating like mad

MC woke up in her bed with a sore head. She let out a loud groan when she heard a knock at her door. Soon Asmo appeared with a jug of cold water and a glass. MC’s eyes lit up at the sight.

“Oh Asmo you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” She sighed, sitting up slowly in her bed.

“If you’re happy to see me now I don’t know what exactly you were feeling last night.” He cooed as he reached her bed, sitting beside her. “MC! You didn’t take off your makeup!” He gasped.

She was too busy processing his first remark. There was definitely something more to his comment but she couldn’t work out what. Silently, she cursed to herself, praying she didn’t do anything embarrassing. Driving herself insane with her overthinking, she decided to ask him.

“Asmo?” She asked groggily.

“Yes MC?” He smiled brightly.

“Did I do anything embarrassing last night?” She asked hesitantly, unsure whether she wanted to hear the answer or not. Bringing up a full cup of water to her lips, she sipped gradually.

“Well let’s see...” he laughed, leaning on one hand as he pondered, “it depends really, MC. Do you consider your undying love for me embarrassing?”

MC spat out her water causing Asmo to jump back. “Sorry?” She asked quietly, making sure she heard him correctly.

“You told me you love me last night! I hope you don’t find that embarrassing, MC. I mean I can’t blame you for falling in love with me!” He gushed.

“Oh my goodness.” She sighed, flopping back onto the bed, “please kill me now.” She moaned as she took another sip of water.

“Kill you?!” Asmo asked shocked, “MC if I were to kill you then how on Earth am I going to tell you I love you too?!”

Once again MC spat out her drink at his words.

“Honestly MC, if you wanted me to know you’re a spitter there are other ways of showing me!” He shook his head before breaking out a smile.

Beel:

- Beel was heading to the kitchen to grab his 100th snack of the evening when he was surprised to see MC’s head in the fridge

- He’s even more surprised to see her munching on whatever food she can find, it’s like he was looking in the mirror

- “Are you okay?” He asks concerned

- “Beel!!” She squeals, standing up straight before pulling him into a hug “Mammon and I were drinking and I got kinda hungry” she spoke sheepishly “but I’m so glad you’re here!”

- She suddenly pulls out her secret stash of food she’d hidden “eat with me!” She grins

- Beel’s a little taken aback but he’s not going to turn down food and time with MC

- He chuckles at her as they sit down by the kitchen counter, he can’t help but notice her staring at him as he’s eating his food

- “What?” He asks amused, food stuffed in his mouth

- “You.” She smiles “I love you Beel.”

- “And I love you too, MC.” He grins, ruffling her hair

- “No, Beel. I’m in love with you.”

- *shocked silence*

As MC stepped into the dining room ready for breakfast, she was only met by Beel sat at the table. As soon as she saw him, she quickly tried to slip back out of the room unnoticed, knowing exactly what she’d said to him the night before. MC wanted to save the embarrassment of finding out her love was unrequited so she made her way into the kitchen to get some breakfast to go.

As she was rummaging through the cupboards, she heard the door open. “Hey MC - how come you ran off?”

‘Uh oh’

“Hi Beel.” She smiled sheepishly, turning around with red cheeks, “I’m not feeling great so I was just going to take some food upstairs to eat.”

“Oh that’s a relief.” He breathed, “I thought you were avoiding me because you told me you love me.” MC’s body froze and Beel noticed her sudden change of pace. “Unless...that is why you’re avoiding me?”

“Listen Beel I’m sorry.” She sighed, “I had a lot to drink and wasn’t thinking - I didn’t mean to tell yo—“

“Why are you worrying so much?” He interrupted, “I told you I love you too last night and you seemed really happy about it!”

MC tried to rack her brain for the memory but had no such luck. “You did?” She asked unsure.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, “I mean admittedly you then told me you’re in love with me and caught me by surprise...”

“Oh no.” She shook her head embarrassed.

“I didn’t think you felt that way about me.” He grinned, pulling her in for a really warm hug. MC was too shocked by his actions to say anything back. Cautiously, she slipped her arms around his body, hugging him too. “Do you wanna go and grab something to eat today?”

“Like a date?” MC asked against his chest confused.

“Yeah, like a date.” He smiled to himself.

Belphie:

- Belphie’s heading up to his room to go to bed for the night

- He does a double take when he opens the door and sees MC passed out

- He tries not to wake her but as soon as he sits on the bed she begins stirring

- “Hey! You came back” she smiles sleepily “Asmo and I got back from the club and I wanted to come and see you but you weren’t here!”

- She immediately snuggles into him

- He looks down at her in awe as she buries her face in his side

- “You are so comfy” she mumbles “why don’t we do this more often??”

- Belphie thinks MC is the purest lil thing he’s ever seen and can’t help the big smile on his face. He doesn’t think anything could make this moment better.

- “Have I ever told you I love you Belphie?”

- Never mind, that did.

MC woke up dazed and confused. She rolled over as her eyes adjusted. Soon her confusion turned into nerves when she realised she was in Belphie’s bed - and after remembering the events of the previous night those nerves turned into panic.

‘You idiot’ she thought to herself, recollecting the moment she told Belphie she loved him.

MC almost let out a scream when she felt someone stirring beside her. Emerging from the covers was Belphie. He rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers before facing MC.

“Oh hi MC.” He said simply.

“Belphie why am I in your bed?” She asked bewildered. She hadn’t even realised that she wasn’t alone under the covers.

“You fell asleep here last night, I went to go and sleep on the sofa downstairs but you woke up and demanded ‘I snuggle you’” he answered with a small smile.

“Yeah that sounds about right...” MC mumbled to herself, feeling more embarrassed with every second that passed. “I’m sorry you had to put up with me last night.”

“I’m not!” He laughed, “I rather enjoyed your drunkenness - drunk MC is a lot more honest that sober MC.”

She silently hoped he wasn’t referring to her confession. Perhaps she said something else while she was intoxicated that she hadn’t remembered?

“In fact can I ask you something?” He spoke with a cunning smile.

“Sure.” MC nodded, watching him intrigued.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” He asked with the cheekiest grin.

MC accidentally let out a gasp when he repeated her words from last night. “Belphie that’s not funny!” She scorned him.

“Answer the question!” He smiled.

“No.” MC answered unamused, “No you haven’t told me.”

“Well it’s true.” He spoke softly, flopping back onto the bed. A relieved smile spread across MC’s face. “You still want to snuggle?” He asked, holding out his arms.

“I’d like that.” She nodded, accepting his offer.

Diavolo:

- Diavolo pops over to the house of Lamentation to see how everyone is, not realising MC and some of the brothers were practically having a house party

- He’s sat in the lounge drinking tea with Lucifer when suddenly MC stumbles in

- “Diavolo!” She beams, seeing the Prince of Devildom in the room, she walks straight over to him, plonking her bottom in the space next to him

- Lucifer shakes his head amused, leaving the room

- “Well hello MC” he grins at her

- MC can’t stop staring at him, she’s absolutely mesmerised by his beauty

- “Have you been drinking?” He laughs at her

- “If I told you yes would you tell Lucifer?”

- Diavolo finds her hilarious

- “I’ve always had a soft spot for you, MC. You never fail to make me laugh.”

- When she hears his words she leans on his shoulder smiling “you’re so handsome. I’d love to take you home with me - my parents would love you.”

- Completely shocked, Diavolo can’t help but smiling as he pulls MC in for a tight hug

MC woke up in her bed as usual. Although she had a small headache, she still got dressed and made her way down for breakfast. As she approached the dining room she was surprised to hear Diavolo’s voice. Usually he goes back to the palace after paying a visit but he must have stayed in one of the spare bedrooms last night.

Stepping into the room, she was met by smiling faces. “Here she is!” Asmo cooed, “our little drunk human.”

“How did you know I was drinking last night?” She asked flustered.

“I might have mentioned it this morning.” Diavolo grinned, “come MC, I’ve saved you a seat next to me.”

“Okay.” She mouthed with a smile. She sheepishly made her way toward him, her heart fluttering over the fact that Diavolo wanted her to sit next to him. As she began serving herself up some food, he kept stealing glances at his exchange student.

MC noticed his stare and a blush soon appeared on her cheeks as she picked up her knife and fork. She quickly turned her head and shot him a subtle smile before anyone could notice.

“So MC.” Diavolo beamed as he leant back on his chair to smoothly put an arm around her shoulder. The brothers were surprised at the interaction as MC turned her face to listen to him. “When are you taking me home to meet your parents then?”

MC’s eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten about her comment the previous night.

“Diavolo!” She gasped causing him to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! I was looking forward to the visit.” He grinned, “especially after you told me I’m so handsome.” The brothers couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched their Prince flirt with MC. “Perhaps if you’re not actually ready for me to meet your parents you’ll entertain me by joining me for a drink at the palace this evening?”

[tamakiamajikistentacles]

Fucking Hormones {KiriBaku}

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! This is pretty much pure crack born from this post I made that kind of blew up? Hopefully this is a good crossover to sate your KiriBaku needs!

Bakugo had a vivid imagination. Growing up as an only child and travelling with his parents kind of necessitated it. When he was a kid he had spent long hours both in his parents’ office and on planes letting his imagination run wild. It was why he had the design of his hero costume six years before he had ever stepped foot onto UA’s campus for the entrance exam and how he already knew what color the walls would be painted when he opened his own agency (Pantone 360 C, thank you very much).

As he grew older though, that particular attribute had evolved from creating future plans to creating fantasy lovers once he hit puberty. Nameless, faceless, and oftentimes sexless, he imagined hands on him and his hands tracing over curves and dips of muscle depending on the night; sometimes they fucked him, sometimes he fucked them. Either way it played out, there was no name to shout or eye color he could manifest to look into.

Until one night in his dorm room when he came so hard with his best friend’s name on his tongue that he thought he’d blackout. He’d had the image of red hair and red eyes and sharp teeth in his head as he concentrated on the idea that his hand wasn’t his own but rather that of the classmate next door.

The initial bliss from release didn’t last long, panic flooding his system as he realized that he was fantasizing about Kirishima. There had never been a specific person in his thoughts before and the fact that he enjoyed it more when he was thinking of that stupid grin on his face? He was fucked. Absolutely fucking fucked.

He grabbed his discarded shirt and wiped himself clean, yanking his sweats back up his legs and trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do next because holy shit, this was not what he’d expected when he’d settled into his bed less than half an hour ago to jerk off. There was no doubt that Kirishima was his best friend and kind of the only person he could stand being around voluntarily for more than twenty minutes and that he was tan and muscled and—shit.

“This night can’t possibly get worse,” he murmured, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple.

Then his balcony doors flew open with a deafening crash, shuddering in the sudden wind that swept through his room under the moonlight. He jumped to his feet with his heart hammering in his chest, turning between the balcony and another loud bang from his bathroom door flying open and hitting the wall. Crackling lightening clouded his vision as thunder boomed.

He was under attack literally two minutes removed from cumming, what the fuck—

“Hello, my cheesy little rigatoni,” a sultry voice purred from the bathroom doorway.

“WHO IN THE FUCK ARE YOU?” he shouted, sweatpants slung low on his hips and his palms igniting for the fight that was sure to come.

A feminine chuckle filled his ears as a furry creature emerged from his bathroom, long auburn hair seeming to grow fuller as it shifted in the breeze and pink painted lips smirking devilishly as she grew closer. Cloven hooves clicked on the hardwood floor and yet somehow the one thing that registered to him as disturbing was the ample bust covered in brown fur.

“I’m your hormone monstress, sweetheart. You can call me Connie because you and me?”—she gestured between them— “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.”

His eye twitched. “I ain’t the fun type and I sure as hell don’t need some…some… whatever the fuck you are giving me shit about jerking off!”

“Now that’s no way to speak to the one who’s going to guide you through these changes.”

“Guide me though…? Newflash, bitch: I’ve gone through puberty. Just listen to my voice, fuck! Do I sound like my balls haven’t dropped yet?”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and her blue eyes held indifference. “Honey it’s not my fault breaking into the Japanese market was hard and then caused a backlog. Even if assignments come in late I still gotta do ‘em.”

“Are you absolutely fucking kidding me? I DON’T NEED YOU!”

“If you want help getting in the pants of that boy who’s name you just shouted while shuckin’ corn then I think you do,” she tempted, watching his jaw set. “What’s his name, now? Kirishima?”

“Do not say his name,” he warned with a threatening point of his finger.

“C’mon now honey,” she said, hopping up to sit on his desk and crossing one leg over the other. “We’ve got to get planning because the five-finger shuffle isn’t gonna keep you happy for long when all you want is that boy’s hand down your pants.”

Bakugo stared at her for a long moment before looking down at his hands and then over his shoulder to his open balcony doors. Then, with a nod of conviction, he moved to close the balcony doors and slipped back under his blankets.

“I’ve gone fucking insane,” he murmured as he closed his eyes. He was having a weird as shit lucid dream after blacking out from that orgasm. All he had to do was fall asleep in this dream and he would wake up alone.  And when he woke up this walking pair of furry tits would be gone and cum would be flaking off of his skin.

She was not gone.

At least, not permanently. It was like she just materialized next to him when his dick even so much as twitched when he thought something inappropriate about Kirishima.

The first time it happened was in training the day after she’d first appeared. They had all been rotating sparring partners, and when he was paired with Kirishima and had him pressed against the ground for the five count the redhead smiled excitedly.

“Man, you’re the best even without your quirk! Seriously so manly!”

Bakugo scoffed, waving him off to where his water bottle sat. “And don’t you ever forget it, Shitty Hair.”

As the laughter of his friend faded he felt a soft brush at the base of his neck, whirling around ready to fight whatever classmate decided to touch him. Instead, though, he came face to face with what he thought had been another creation of his imagination.

The monstress who’d introduced herself as Connie the night prior stood before him in a UA training jacket unzipped to show off her cleavage and her hair pulled high in a ponytail atop her head.

“What the fuck—”

“Oh sugar, you may think that hair’s shitty but I bet it’s good enough to pull when he’s between your thighs and those teeth? Mmm, just imagine ‘em givin’ a nice little nibble to your—"

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU HORNED BITCH!”

A jolt of panic ran through him when he realized that his classmates might not be able to see her. They were going to think he was absolutely off his rocker screaming at nothing. But when he surveyed the training grounds he saw that no one was paying him any mind.

“Believe it or not I’m not big on audiences,” she cooed into his ear.

And that’s how he spent his days going forward—paranoid of her popping out of thin air to tease him about Kirishima unknowingly making his heart jump into his throat or making his pants feel tighter. It didn’t happen every time (she would’ve never left his side then, honestly) but it happened enough that he legitimately contemplated labeling her as a villain. She made his life hell just like one with all her antics.

It had been an exam day in Cementoss’ literature class, their task to complete twelve multiple choice questions and two open-ended prompts. He’d read the material and taken plenty of notes to breeze through it with only one multiple choice that he wasn’t entirely sure of. So with nothing better to do he surveyed his classmates, spying Kaminari nervous and breathing heavily with Kirishima sat behind him concentrating on the paper in front of him harder than Bakugo had ever seen. He’d helped him study so it was nice to see he was putting all his effort into doing well.

But when his tongue darted out to wet his lips time slowed to a crawl and suddenly he was feeling very, very warm as that tongue stayed poking out of the corner of his mouth.

“He looks like the type who just knows how to use his tongue, virgin or not,” the monstress whispered from his left, and when he whipped around to face her he saw that she was perched on the windowsill wearing reading glasses and skimming over the text they were being quizzed on. “Do you think he’s the type to be excited and quick or slow and enjoy bein’ a lil tease?”

Bakugo snapped his pen in half.

Then there was the evening in the common room when the entire class had gathered for an ice cream party because sure, a bunch of teenagers definitely needed all that sugar on a Wednesday night. Though it wasn’t terrible to be sat amongst Kirishima, Kaminari, Jiro, Ashido, and Sero as they talked about strategic costume alterations and he savored the cinnamon ice cream in his bowl. It was fairly calm until he heard the grating sound of Kirishima’s straw trying to get every last bit of his milkshake, and he looked up to tell him to knock it off but froze when he saw the redhead’s cheeks slightly puffed out from the treat and a trail of vanilla dripping from his lips and down his chin.

Pressing the cold bowl in his hands against the crotch of his pants didn’t do as much as he hoped, especially when Kirishima swallowed loudly and wiped the drip from his face with two fingers, promptly sucking it off a moment later and declaring with a laugh that he may have brain freeze.

“Hmm,” he heard from beside him, turning to find Connie with her own strawberry cone in hand, “I think we both know that what you’ve got for him wouldn’t give him brain freeze. He looks good with a little something on his face, don’t you think?”

Fuck yes he did but he wasn’t about to tell her that, instead choosing to shovel a spoonful of his own dessert into his mouth. The knock of the metal spoon against his teeth hurt just enough to distract him for all of three seconds from the raging boner he was sporting.

There was also movie night in Sero’s room when halfway through the second movie Kirishima needed a phone charger and crossed in front of his spot in the hammock to bend down and get the spare cord from Sero’s desk drawer. His tshirt lifted slightly as he did to expose the curve of his lower back and the dimples set at his hips which were subtle but defined enough that Bakugo idly wondered…

“…if you could feel ‘em when you wrapped your legs around those delicious hips?”

He hated that she could read him like a fucking book. But he also hated that he had apparently now developed a fetish for best friend’s back.

Even during training when he was watching Kirishima work on his Unbreakable form against Shoji from the sidelines, the class’ task to critique their peers’ moves and assess them for potential counters that villains could utilize, he stared at the hard lines of his back. When he activated his quirk the hardening deepened the definition of his muscles as they raised up in craggy patterns that drew hills and valleys down the length of his spine.

His strength and resilience was hot as shit. Bakugo could train with him until his arms trembled with overuse from his quirk and not a single scorch mark would be left on the redhead, just another wide smile. Even close-range explosions couldn’t crack him, and he could think of situations other than close combat where that would be useful.

“Shame that you can’t scratch those shoulders up, ain’t it?” Connie murmured over his shoulder.

Not quite, he mused to himself. He had great control of himself when it came to his quirk, but where Kirishima was concerned was rapidly becoming a different story.

Say he did try to scratch those shoulders—if his quirk went off because he was in a stupidly dizzy haze due to Kirishima being that close to him, he wouldn’t hurt him. A far bigger blessing in his opinion. Besides, scratches weren’t the only way he could mark him up.

“What’s that smirk for baby?”

“Eat shit and die.”

Bakugo wasn’t a rule breaker. He lived his life on the straight and narrow in every aspect except apparently for his sexuality. Which is how he ended up breaking locker room rule number one: don’t check out your bros when changing.

At least he wasn’t obvious about it though, he justified. A peek from the corner of his eye here, a half-lidded glance there. With a quirk like his he didn’t get the chance to be subtle often but he was damn good at it.

No one around him knew that from his peripheral he was tracing the outline of Kirishima’s body in just his boxer briefs, savoring it for every second he could before his uniform pants slid up his legs.

A soft tickle on his arm let him know that something had noticed and he grimaced at the sound of her voice.

“Ohhh you picked a good one, my tasty little cherry bomb,” she cooed from her position against the lockers, bottom lip bitten between her teeth as she gazed longingly over his shoulder. “I could bounce an American quarter off of that tight little ass.”

“Shut your damn mouth!” he hissed as a furious blush covered his cheeks. Another glance at his friend showed that he was finishing the top button on his shirt before tucking it into his pants. He could even make the uniform look good, it was entirely unfair.

“Even with clothes on that boy has you feeling tingly,” she teased as tendrils of her hair wrapped around his waist. “But honey we gotta get in them pants and find out if those red drapes have a matching carpet!”

Before he could stop it his traitorous mouth revealed, “They don’t.”

She gasped and pulled him closer with her hair, his bare chest pressed against her furry one. “Start talking, motherfucker.”

“Fuck, it’s not a big deal!” he defended, squirming in the tight grip of her hair. “You’ve seen his hero costume—he’s shirtless! His happy trail is pitch black, okay? It’s… just something I noticed. And then that pink bitch told me he started dying and spiking it for high school, in middle school it was still black and he always wore it down.”

Connie narrowed her eyes but unwound her hair to let him finish dressing, crossing her arms as she surveyed the remaining boys. The locker room was almost completely empty save for himself, Kirishima, and Kaminari.

“He doesn’t like her, does he?”

Bakugo paused as he pulled on his blazer. “Raccoon Eyes? No? I mean, shit, I don’t know? I just know they went to the same middle school or whatever.”

She hummed. “Middle school friends, high school sweethearts, hero power couple, lil pink babies with some sharp teeth…”

“Shut. the hell. up,” he warned. “I’d know if he liked her, I’m his best friend. He’d tell me shit like that.”

“When?” she asked sassily. “You haven’t spent a lick of time alone with that boy since my cute ass got here. You’ve only hung out together in your little group so when would he tell you?”

The fact that she had made a damn good point had him wanting to blow up the entire building.

“Fuck you,” he spat, slamming his locker shut. He shoved his bag under his arm and stomped over to his friends, Kirishima spotting him over Kaminari’s shoulder and giving him a grin that should not have been as hot as it was.

“Hey, man!” he greeted, Kaminari turning and doing the same.

Bakugo grabbed the sleeve of his blazer and tugged him towards the door. “Walk with me.”

He stumbled as he followed, a clumsy wave to Kaminari thrown over his shoulder as he gained his bearings enough to walk with his friend once they reached the hallway. He’d since let go of his sleeve, hands shoved into his pockets and a flush to his cheeks.

“Everything good bro?” Kirishima asked with a furrowed brow.

“I gotta go to the shopping district tomorrow.”

“Oh, what do you have to get?”

“Got a bunch of shit I need to grab,” he huffed as they exited the building and started down the path to the dorms. “You said there was a new album you wanted to get, yeah?”

He grinned, surprised but delighted that he’d remembered him mentioning it. “Yeah, it’s a rerelease of my favorite album on vinyl and when I looked at it online it was so cool! Like the actual record is dark blue and then it has—”

“Just come with me tomorrow and show me then, Hair for Brains.”

“O-oh? I mean, yeah. Yeah!” he said excitedly. “What time were you thinking of going?”

“Train leaves at nine.”

The sharp smile was blinding and dammit he wanted to blast the butterflies in his stomach straight to hell where the little beasts belonged. Half of him was desperate to keep the smile on his lips while the other half wondered how hard would be too hard if Kirishima ever bit his neck as he worked a red and purple bruise into his skin, and just imagining it had him quickening his pace to get the fuck to his dorm room and take care of the rapidly growing problem just below his belt.

Kirishima kept up with his longer strides and didn’t leave his side as they got into the elevator to go to their floor. For the time being, Bakugo hated that their rooms were right next door to one another. He was bound to hear him moan his name some night (what if it was that night? or in the next five minutes?) and he was wholly unprepared to try and talk his way out of that particular situation.

“Did you see the group chat?”

Bakugo blinked. “What?”

“Sero’s dad dropped off like eight boxes of dango from Tokyo and he said he was gonna share with us after dinner! Do you want me to get you when it’s time for dinner and then we can find them to eat? Wait, do you think he’s gonna share with the entire class? Because I’d feel bad if we were the only ones—”

“Just knock on my door when you’re ready to eat,” he grunted as he pulled his keycard out of his pocket, strategically angling his hips away from his friend. “I’m starting my essay.”

“Oh yeah, sure!” he agreed as Bakugo entered his room. “I probably should too, I mean the English translations take me forever and that essay’s supposed to be like two thousand words—”

He closed the door on his rambling and dropped his bag to the floor. Like fuck was he starting that essay when he could feel his heartbeat in his underwear.

“You know…”

Shit.

“…even if it takes him a while to translate I’ve got some nice English phrases you can drop on your date tomorrow, baby.”

“It’s not a date, shitty bitch!” he hissed as he threw open his closet door to find comfier clothes to change into. The sound of her voice was an instant boner killer so the great idea of jerking off before dinner was shot down as he’d gone softer with each word that rolled off of her tongue.

“But it could be!” she said, excitedly throwing her hands above her head.

“No.”

“But you heard how excited he was! You two can sit nice and close on the train and if your jacket’s over your laps? Honey!”

“You need to fucking get over the idea that tomorrow is a date because I only did it to hang out and see if he actually does like Pinky. He fucking doesn’t but now I wanna hear him say it,” he grumbled as he slipped his tshirt over his head.

Connie sighed as she slumped down to sit on his bed. “Katsuki, can you just let yourself be honest? You want it to be a date. Since we met I’ve always pegged you as a guy who gets what he wants. Why are you so against this?”

Bakugo paused for several reasons. The first was the use of his given name because really, had she ever even said his name? Given or surname? Not that he could remember; it was always too-sweet pet names with her. Second was the tone which held no sass or sex appeal or teasing. And the last one was the fact that shit, he did go after what he wanted, didn’t he? Except…

“I’ve got him as a friend and a bastard like me can’t wish for much more than that. ‘S already more than I deserve at this point.”

“Baby, punishing yourself ain’t helping anybody.”

“I’m not punishing myself!” he snapped. “I’m stating a fact! I won’t ask for more when it isn’t something that can happen!”

“You mean you can’t be brave enough to take a chance.”

His shoulders tensed and anger sparked both from his palms and throughout his entire being. Him? Not brave? HIM? Katsuki FUCKING Bakugo? Future Number One Pro Hero of Japan?

“Shitty woman I’m braver than half of the extras in this school—in this country!—and don’t you ever fucking question that again! I’ll fucking show you who’s not brave! Stupid fucking bitch with your goddamn furry ass tits coming into my room and calling me a fucking coward..!”

He continued his angry rambling as he stomped to his door and yanked it open as hard as he could.

Turning away from Bakugo, Kirishima entered his room and tossed his blazer aside, one hand raking through the gelled spikes of his hair. His smile dropped; he was ready to lay in his bed with Fleetwood Mac on shuffle and wallow like the sad, gay disaster in love with his best friend that he was.

“Hey there, big boy.”

He nearly jumped out of his hardened skin at the smooth greeting from the monster posed atop his sheets, one leg kicked up behind him with a hoof pointing to the ceiling and his head lazily held by a propped-up arm.

“Maury you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, sorry. Hey, listen, how’d everything go with your blonde boom stick? Did we see his boom stick yet? Tell me I didn’t miss it because I’ve gotta know if that kid’s pubes are as spiky as his hair.”

He frowned as he changed from his uniform into his lounge clothes. “You’re gross, dude. But anyway, Bakugo doesn’t like me like that. You gotta stop pushing it.”

“Kirishima, c’mon, you gotta have a little faith!”

“Faith in what? That he asked me to go to the shopping district with him tomorrow as a date? That’s not likely, man.”

The monster rolled his eyes as he stood up and approached him, arms crossed in front of his chest and an unimpressed look on his impish face. He hadn’t particularly wanted to pull this card but goddammit this kid had to get a fucking grip.

“Super unmanly of you not to act on your feelings, Red,” he goaded. “I thought no regrets meant you’d man up and shoot your shot with that walking stick of dynamite but I guess you’re not as strong in those beliefs as I thought.”

“C’mon man, that’s not fair!” Kirishima said with a pout.

He threw his hands up. “Am I wrong though? One day you’re gonna regret not saying anything and be upset when you realize that you two coulda been together.”

The redhead bit his lip. “I can’t just ruin our friendship like that.”

“Kid, listen. Do you think that Crimson guy you like would keep his feelings for someone a secret like this? Or would he sack up and figure out if those feelings are returned? I’m not sayin’ I’m great at the whole romance part of all this but damn, you gotta try!”

“I can’t!”

“Can’t or won’t? Trying doesn’t mean professing your love straight away! Just go ask him something about tomorrow like why he asked just you and not all your friends. Get a feel for it before you get a feel of him!”

Kirishima bit his lip. “I guess… I guess I could ask why the rest of our friends weren’t invited. Maybe say that Kaminari texted me…”

His voice trailed off as he turned to his door, brows furrowing as he considered the idea of going next door to Bakugo’s room. Without knowing or meaning to his feet carried him across the room and only once he had stepped out into the hallway did he realize what had happened, his lips parting in surprise and then even further when Bakugo’s door flung open and the blonde stepped out of his room. His face was flushed and his teeth were bared but when he realized Kirishima was in the hallway too the snarl dropped into a neutral frown.

They stared at one another for a long moment before Kirishima slowly approached his best friend. “Hey. I was just coming to see you.”

“Yeah? You ready for dinner now?”

“No,” he said. “I wanted to uh…”

He cocked an eyebrow at his friend, not used to the hesitation. It was… fuck, it was cute.

“Bakugo, tomorrow—”

“Is a date,” the blonde finished with conviction. He hoped the anxiety curled in his gut wasn’t visible on his face because shit, he may have just made the biggest mistake of his damn life if this went sideways.

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “A-A date? We’re going on a date?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes and reached out to fist his hands in the horrendous orange shirt and yank him close, his body warming at the blush that rose on the redhead’s cheeks.

“We’re going on a fucking date,” he said before cupping the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. The muffled noise of surprise quickly turned into kissing him back and holy fucking shit he was kissing Kirishima.

Behind them stood the two hormone monsters, smirks across both their faces at one more first kiss in the books. Maury held his hand out for a low five and without even looking Connie batted his hand away and gave a slap to his ass.

A/N: Please be sure to reblog, comment, review, and like if you enjoy! Feedback is what keeps me motivated! Crackfics aren’t my specialty and I know there were some OOC moments but I hope this at least made y’all laugh lmao 

[jungshookz]

I don’t really know if you take requests or not, but I think I have a cute idea I’d like to share! Maybe like, new puppy owner Y/N and pet shop employee Taehyung!

→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

→ genre: petshopemployee!au, the cuTEST GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPY evER and it belongs to you now!!, an extra biG serving of fluff, u and tae r so shy it’s adorable

→ wordcount: 3.2k

(gif isn’t mine!)

what the hell are you doing here

out of all the places you could be on a sunday morning (aka in your nice warm bed) you are at… a pet store???

okay

here’s the backstory

you’ve been feeling pretty lonely lately (your ex broke up with you a month ago and it’s been diffiCuLT to say the least)

he said something about how you were holding him back and the spark is gone because you’re so busy with school and your job and blah blah blah all you remember is throwing your drink on him and storming out of the restaurant

it’s fine

he was a dick anyway!! you deserve better

but you’re not used to being.,,. alone

the apartment is just so quiet

you’re trying to get used to sleeping in the middle of your queen-sized bed again but somehow you always shift over to the right side of the bed because that’s your side

it’s been your side for the past four years

things are just different now

and sure you have your friends and stuff to hang out with (namjoon asked if you wanted to go out yesterday night with him and the rest of the boys but you turned him down because you were too busy throwing your own pity party) but it’s just not the same u kno

so that’s why you’re here now

at a pet shop

because you feel like getting a pet will help with the whole being lonely thing!! and also you’ve always wanted a pet so this will be great (when you were younger you had a goldfish one day you came home from school and kevin was on the floor because he juMPED OUT OF HIS TANK RIP kevin)  

you kind of have an idea of what kind of pet you want

you definitely want something small

something low-maintenance since you’ll be busy at school

maybe like a hermit crab or something

a hamster? the constant running on the wheel would probably drive you insane

maybe a bird? but what if it flies out the window

a goldfish would bring back the painful memories of kevin so that’s going to be a HARd pass

and then

you see it

the gates of heaven

a pUPPY PIT

A WHOLE PIT OF PUPPIES

GO L DEN RETRIEVER PUPP IE S

you gasp and immediately turn away from the lovebird you were just looking at and the lovebird squawks like fuCK me i guESS

“oh my god” you whine quietly when all the puppies start running up to you as you stand in front of the pit

they’re all yipping and barking and getting up on their hind legs to try to get closer to you

sO CUTE

“hi! are you thinking about taking one of these guys home with you today?”

you turn around to-

oh

oh my

your eyes flicker down to the employee’s name tag

‘taehyung’

you look back up at him

he might be cuter than the puppies

he smiles at you and tilts his head

oH he is DEFInitely cuter than the puppies

“oh! uh…”

girl

you can barely take care of yourself how the hell r u going to take care of a puppy

just tell taehyung no and ask him about pets that are easy to take care of

oH BUT LOOK AT THEIR WIDDLE PAWS AND THE CUTE LITTLE SNOOT ARE U KIDDING ME

and if you don’t take one of them home whO WILL

oh my god y/n

think this through

you don’t have space for a puppy

but you can MAKE space

puppies are expensive

but you can MAKE monEY

puppies need a lot of love and attention and affection and-

buT YOU HAVE A LOT OF LOVE AND ATTENTION AND AFFECTION TO GIVE

y/n no

y/n yes

y/n no

y/n yES

y/N N-

“yes! yes i am” you clear your throat before reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

oh man

it’s like you don’t even know how to interact with boys anymore

it’s okaY just go with the flow it’s not a big deal

everything’s chill

super cool

don’t be weird

please don’t be weird

“oh, that’s great!!!” he gasps and claps his hand together “are you a first time puppy owner?”

you nod excitedly and look down at the puppies yipping for your attention

“well, we should probably hook you up with the basics before you get the puppy part, hm? follow me!”

wha

wait what

waIT BUT THE PUPPIES

taehyung notices your hesitation and he raises a brow “this’ll only take like ten minutes, miss. fifteen minutes tops. c’mon!” he gestures for you to follow him before pulling out a cart by the counter

“so, what made you decide to get a puppy, if you don’t mind me asking?” taehyung starts picking up things here and there for you as the two of you wheel your way down the aisles

“well, i’ve always wanted a dog and now that i’m-“ oOF okay you’re not going to tell this cute stranger about your failed relationship

let’s not go there

maybe some other time!! “uh… now that i…. have a bigger apartment i decided i could fill up some space with a puppy!” you shrug and pluck a little mustard yellow harness from the shelf

you heard that harnesses are better because leashes can choke ur doggo and you don’t want to choke your doggo

plus a tiny harness on a tiny puppy cOMe on

“oH..,.,. my god,.,.” your heart basically stops in your chest when you spot the cutest pair of yellow rainboots with a matching raincoat

…yeah you’re getting those too

you don’t even care if you spenD like $1000 here (okay you’d care just a liTtle bit because u don’t even spend that much on urself)

meanwhile taehyung’s talking to you about how often you should take the dog out and how much to feed it and how much exercise it needs and how you need to put down puppy pee pads and you need to puppy-proof your house there’s just a loT of p’s flying around right now

yes you appreciate him for doing his job throughly but you can barely focus on what he’s saying because you’re picking out a bed and a little blankie and pillow and toyS and a food bowl and a water bowl and-

“whichever pup you end up choosing is going to be very lucky” taehyung chuckles as you duMP a whole load of treats into the cart and you look down at everything you’ve picked out before flashing him a sheepish smile

“think i’m getting a bit ahead of myself?”

“you probably don’t need-“ he pauses and looks down at the cart “-three full sized bags of carob-chip dog cookies? or four different pairs of rain boots??”

“oH but look how cuTE-“

usually taehyung would be aLL for the customer going crazy because that means he gets more commission but u seem really nice and just really excited and he doesn’t want u wasting your money on things you don’t need

the puppy itself is going to cost a good chunk of money so there’s that

“i think we’re all good to go!” tae sighs as he puts the last of your family-sized food bags back onto the shelf

he turns and grins at you “how about i bring all this stuff over to the front counter and i meet you by the puppy pit?”

fINALLY

FINALLY THE PUPPY PIT

you nod excitedly and ziP off towards the puppy pit and almost immediately the barking intensifies at your presence

you drop to your knees in front of the gate and stick your hand through the gaps between the bars and giggle when the pups start licking at your fingers (probably because u were touching dog cookies earlier because they looked like humaN cookies and you were about to treat urself to one but tae stopped you before you inhaled it)

“okay, which one of you wants to come home with me!!!!!” you squeal excitedly when tae finally comes around and unlocks the gate for you and you drop to your butt

you coo when a majority of the puppies start clambering over each other to get to you

you really are in heaven

this was a greAT way to spend your sunday morning

good job sad and lonely y/n!!!!!! (oof)

“oOH i can’t decide i wanna take them all home” you sigh and lean back against your palms and tae can’t help but laugh before taking a seat across from you

“yeah, it’s definitely going to be a difficult decision. i remember when i was choosing my dog it took me like three whole hours to finally say ‘okay, i’m choosing thiS one’”

“oh, you have a dog?”

“mhm! a pomeranian. his name is yeontan, but i call him tannie. he was supEr duper tiny when…” you don’t mean to be rude and space out while taehyung’s telling you about his dog but like,..,,. he’s just.,.,. so beautiful.,,

his soft, dark brown hair

his jawline and his cheekbones and his strong eyebrows and his sparkling eyes and his boxy grin and woW god really spent time on him because he is so,.,.., so handsome.,.,.,

maybe you’re just getting ahead of yourself

just because you’re lonely doesn’t mean you should go and juMP on the first guy that’s nice to you

maybe tae’s not actually thAt handsome and it’s just your sadness and desperation making you thiNK he’s handsome (no this is a complete lie even if you weren’t sad and desperate and lonely you would know that tae is very vERY attractive)

and what makes you think tae might be interested in you??? he’s literally only being nice because that’s his joB

you deflate a little bit at your own pessimistic thoughts and bring your attention back to the pups

taehyung is fully aware of the fact that he’s blabbering

but he can’t help it

he blabbers when he’s nervous!!!!! and right now he is vERy nervous because there is a very pretty girl sitting across from him and he hasn’t made a move on someone in so long so he’s reaLLy really out of the groove of things

is he talking too much about yeontan???? is he not talking enouGH about yeontan?? should he have let you keep those 4 pairs of rain boots and 3 bags of treats??? he doesn’t know!!!!! aHHHHH!!!!!!!!

also he doesn’t want there to be any awkward silence if he stopped talking so that’s why he’s keeping his mouth running and running and running and ruNNing-

“hey, buddy~ do you wanna come home with me?” you coo and lift up the puppy that’s calmly stuck by your side the entire time

he pokes his lil tongue out and you grin “what do you say?”

he yips and leans in to lick your nose

you feel an insTANT connection

you turn the puppy around so that he’s facing tae

and tae can’t help but laugh at the sight of you just holding the puppy like that

his legs are just dangling in midair but his tail is still wagging a mile a minute

“i think this might be my guy” you coo and let him back down onto his feet and he hops up onto your lap

you scratch behind his ear and he barks

“have you thought about potential names yet?”

you purse your lips and look down at the nameless puppy

“not yet… maybe you can help me come up with one?”

you didn’t know how hard it was to choose a name for something

it took you like three seconds to name kevin

but you and tae have been sitting here for almost forty minutes trying to come up with something

but also it’s not just up to you you think its important that the doG reacts to the name too

tae has multiple tabs open on his phone and he’s just reading names out to you

“baxter?”

you look down at the pup and it blinks back up at you

“jax?”

no reaction

“ace?”

nope

“scooter?”

nuh-uh

“sparky?”

still nothing

“rusty”

the pup growls at that one because rusty??? how inSULTING

“teddy”

nope

“cooper”

stiLL nothing

“duke”

nah

“how about milo?” you interrupt tae and keep your eyes trained on the pup

you want to thank the lords above when it barks and twirls around in a circle before sitting on his butt

“milo!” he barks again and sticks his tongue out “milo~” you coo and lift him up so that you can smoosh a kiss on his cheek

and if that’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life taehyung doesn’t know whAT IS

“thank you for everything, by the way. you’ve been really helpful.” you tuck your credit card back into your wallet (it’s a good thing you didn’t end up getting those extra rain boots because ouCh the total was not a pretty number)

and then u realise

you haven’t even introduced yourself to tae

“oh! i’m y/n, by the way. probably should’ve started with that.” you chuckle sheepishly

taehyung smiles to himself as he sneaks an extra dog cookie into your bag

is he going to make his move

,.,., yes he is

“i’m taehyung,” he grins and you feel your heart flutter

hoO

your heart hasn’t fluttered like that in a long time

“-but you can call me later.” you can’t help but snort and taehyung grins as he rings up the last of your things

you can’t help but feel a sense of relief knowing that tae has taken an interest in you as well

“you’re lucky you’re cute” you mutter and tae looks up at you and raises a brow

“did you just call me cute?”

“i was talking to milo” you joke and tae raises his hands in defense

a moment of silence goes by

“hey, maybe milo and yeontan can meet each other one day or something…?” he clears his throat and punches a couple buttons on the computer

he’s not actually doing anything he’s just pretending like he’s doing something so that he can keep talking to u

“what do you think, milo?” you look down at milo and he blinks up at you “you wanna meet yeontan?” his mouth opens and he starts panting “what day is good for you, hm?”

milo barks before his hind leg is scratching behind his ear

ah

classy

“is this sunday good for you? milo and i can meet you here, or… we could meet at the dog park, or…”

“or maybe i can take you out for breakfast first? there’s a really nice café downtown that allows dogs in there too… and, um, and then we could go to the dog park? we don’t have to, if you don’t want to, we can just go straight to the dog park if-“

“i would love to go for breakfast.” you smile shyly and your stomach does a flip-flop

taehyung sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth before nodding and reaching for the printer as your receipt starts printing out

you’re a bit preoccupied fawning over your new puppy so tae quickly scribbles his number down on the back of your receipt

he steps out from behind the counter so that he can help you carry your things to the car

“so, this is for you,” tae hands you the receipt and you take it from him “like i said before, you should probably puppy-proof your place if you haven’t done so yet. milo’s at the age where everything is something to chew on, so if you have a pair of expensive shoes or something you might wanna put them away-“ milo barks and starts walking slowly around you and tae

tae looks down at him and takes a step closer to you because he doesn’t want to accidentally steP on your puppy “um, yeah, so, electrical cords, laundry, especially dirty socks-“

milo starts walking again and his little paws pit-pat against the floor

“uh-huh,” you furrow your brows and look down at milo and he stops walking and promptly sits and looks up at you “sorry, what were you saying?”

“training treats are good, but don’t give him too many treats because…”  

and now that you’re distracted again

milo makes his move

he’s a lil man with a lil plan

milo barks and starts running circles around you and tae

“milo-!”

you feel his leash starting to tighten around your ankles and the next thing you know you’re pressed riGHT up against tae

you stumble a little and let out a squeak of surprise

your hands shoot up to rest against tae’s chest to keep yourself balanced and tae instinctively reaches out to grab onto your hips

the two of you lock gazes and a beat of silence goes by before you’re both breaking out into nervous giggles

almost immediately your entire face flushes bright red

you certainly weren’t expecting this

“here, hand me his leash-“ taehyung takes it from you and bends down a little and starts unwinding the leash from around your guys’ legs

you want to diE (in a good way??) because tae still has one hand on your waist to keep you steady

then he’s scoOping milo up into his arms and turning him around so that he can look him in the eye “i can tell you’re going to be a bit of a troublemaker…”

milo barks and licks tae’s nose and tae grins before plopping him back onto the ground and handing you back the leash

“so…” tae shuts your trunk after helping you put everything in “i’ll see you sunday?” 

you nod and offer him a smile before deciding to just dO iT 

you are young and life is short and taehyung is cuTE 

tae’s eyes widen when you plant a kiss on his cheek and a big fat grin immediately appears on his face 

“i’ll see you su-“ you’re cut off when milo suddenly pops his head out from the passenger seat and barks 

tae scoffs playfully “yeah, i’ll see you sunday too, milo” 

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Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 9 (of 25)

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I cross my legs, fold my hands, Straighten out my spine, Wear a skirt, gloss my lips, For a moment that won't come.

Yet here you sit, An effortless work of art With no need for sparks Just you, and you alone; And you're brighter than the sun But I can't close my eyes.

* 

As Amethyst buried her face into her pillow, the sound of footsteps in the hallway reminded her just how late -- or early -- it was. Either Jasper was up and getting ready for work, or Pearl was up and moving around. She rolled over onto her back with a sigh, rubbing her sore eyes and ripping her headphones out of her ears. Not even her white noise playlists were enough to help her sleep, so she decided it was best to just get out of bed for the time being, even if it meant falling asleep in the middle of the day and being mocked by Jasper.

Amethyst rolled off of her bed and made her way towards her bedroom door, unlocking it and slowly pulling it open; she spotted a trail of light leading down the hallway, noticing that the curtains to the balcony door had shifted. 'Must be Pearl.' she thought with a yawn. Tying her hair up into a bun and popping a stick of gum in her mouth to freshen herself up, Amethyst slid the glass door open and peered out onto the balcony. "Morning, Pierogi."

Pearl flinched, turning back to glance at Amethyst. "O-oh, good morning!" Pearl said. The tone of her voice was clearly on-edge; she was leaning against the railing with a cup of tea in her hands, anxiously swirling it around with a small spoon. "You're up early."

"Didn't really sleep much." Amethyst shrugged, scratching the back of her head. "Insomnia can be a bitch."

"Oh, I know that feeling." Pearl said. Her gaze never left her cup of tea; Amethyst noticed it was completely full and not even steaming, and wondered how long Pearl had been stirring that cup or if she'd even drank from it at all.

"How'd it go with Rose yesterday?" Amethyst asked, leaning against the railing.

"Ah, it was wonderful... She was so happy to see me." Pearl's voice seemed to immediately perk up at the opportunity to speak about Rose. "And she was excited to finally receive the poetry book; she even reassured me that her husband wouldn't be uncomfortable with it." Pearl traced the rim of the cup with her finger, her expression dropping. "Right now, though... It's a little hard to be happy about that, because... well, she confirmed something I didn't want to hear."

Amethyst raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"She... really did abandon Jasper back in high school. And now she wants me to deliver an apology for her." Pearl sighed. "And... now I feel so foolish. When I had that fight with Jasper, I'd told her right to her face that I thought she was lying about the whole thing. Now I feel like I was being even worse than her..."

"Hey, you didn't know that, alright?" Amethyst placed a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "And with the way Jasper was acting, I really can't blame you for thinking she lied. You may have screwed up, I can't deny that, but... she's got no place to judge you either. Not after the way she acted to both of us."

Pearl took a sip of her now-cold tea. "I suppose you're right." she said. "I was never good at admitting when I was wrong... But I can't live with this tension anymore." She placed her cup of tea down on the railing, turning to Amethyst with a sad smile. "Does this kind of thing happen with you and Jasper?"

Amethyst snorted. "Like, every day. We fight over every little thing under the sun, but we don't... really make up afterwards. Just kinda act like it never happened a few hours later; we're too far up our own asses to admit when we're wrong -- and by we, I mean Jasper -- and ignoring it is the only way to keep this house from turning into a warzone." she sighed, resting her elbow on the railing. "But she can't hate me too much. Like I said, she lets me stay under her roof and eat her groceries and all that shit."

"So did my mother." Pearl regretted her words the moment they left her mouth. "I mean -- not that she's anything like my her. At least I hope to God she's not. That was a harsh comparison, but -- what I meant was, just because she does nice things for you doesn't mean there's no room for improvement."

"Hey, don't worry, you've barely told me anything about her, so I didn't think much of it." Amethyst reassured. "But... yeah, I getcha. I guess it's something I'll have to put up with until I move out. Which is probably, like, a hundred years from now."

Pearl smiled sadly. "I could say the same for myself. We're both pretty dependent on her for now, so I think it's best we both try to make things better, correct?"

"Blehh." Amethyst stuck her tongue out. "You're right, but I hate it."

Pearl placed a hand on Amethyst's shoulder. "I know. It might be easier if we talk to her together rather than approaching her individually."

"Blehhh..." Amethyst groaned even louder. "It's just kinda different because she's my sister, you know? She sees me differently than she sees you. Like, way differently."

"Yes, I know..." Pearl sighed, gently stroking Amethyst's back in an attempt to comfort her. "But that doesn't mean it's the right way. If she doesn't see you as a wonderful, talented, beautiful person, then her own sibling rivalry has blinded her, and she just needs to open up her eyes."

Amethyst huffed with amusement. "Pfft, don't try to flatter me."

"I'm not." Pearl smiled, her cheeks flushing as she rested her arms back at her sides. Even with her hair a mess and her eyes baggy from sleep deprivation, Amethyst looked serene in her own way as she gazed off into the neighborhood with her arms on the balcony railing. She had an urge to brush a strand of hair away from Amethyst's face, but restricted her temptation, feeling as if she'd already shown more physical affection than was necessary. 

"Hey... you know, I don't have to go anywhere today. Perhaps we could do something fun to get our minds off this? Maybe something low-energy, like taking a walk by the duck pond, or watching a movie at home. That is, only if you're not planning to go back to sleep, of course! No pressure either way..." Pearl blushed a little, feeling silly for temporarily forgetting that Amethyst had been up all night.

"Hm... I think my best bet would be to stay up. Wouldn't wanna fuck up my sleep schedule even more than I already have." Amethyst said, standing upright and stretching her arms. "A movie might make me sleepy, though. Let's do the walk first, maybe feed some ducks."

"Alright, perfect! A-and remember there's no pressure, if there's something else you'd rather do, feel free to throw the idea out there!" Pearl said.

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind." Amethyst said with a wink. "Lemme change into something a lil less grubby and we can head out.” 

* 

Little fuzzy ducklings peeped as they paddled behind their mother, their webbed feet kicking the surface of the water. Pearl rested her arms against the fence, unable to resist cooing at the mere sight of them. "Aren't they just precious? I wish I could take one home..."

Amethyst ripped open a bag of frozen corn, grabbing a few kernels and tossing them in the ducklings' direction. "Yeah, they're cute little guys." she said, watching as they all hurried towards the corn and gobbled it right up. "You know, I've tried to convince Jasper to let me get a bird, but she said fuck no to that." Amethyst continued, rolling her eyes. "Said they smell weird and they're loud. I think she confused them with herself."

"Wow, harsh." Pearl chuckled, reaching into the bag for some corn. She pulled out a clump of kernels that were frozen together and carefully separated them with her fingers before throwing them to the crowd of paddling and quacking ducks.

"I'm joking, she probably showers more than I do." Amethyst snorted. She somewhat regretted saying it, however; not because it was mean spirited, but because it felt like they'd already talked about Jasper enough that morning. "Anyway, one of these days I wanna come out here with a canvas and just paint in front of the duck pond."

"Oh, that's a lovely idea! And maybe one day we could do one of our collaborations here as well!" Pearl flapped her hands with excitement. "Of course, I'm sure you probably want to come out here to paint and have some alone time, too -- so no pressure."

"Pfft, you kidding? We've only done one collaboration; don't even think for a second that I'm already sick of it."

"Technically only half of one, since I didn't quite do my part..." Pearl laughed awkwardly.

"Can't blame you; writing is hard." Amethyst said.

"So is painting!" Pearl said. "Though I guess we have our own talents, so it's probably not as hard for you as it is for me. I could never do abstract art... Whenever I draw or paint, I focus so much on making sure everything is neat, perfectly in place, not a single speck out of the lines, and I need it exactly how I pictured it in my mind. It took me hours to do coloring pages as a kid, and I drove my art teachers insane."

"I drove mine insane too, but for different reasons." Amethyst said. "I'd always draw all over myself with the markers. And once they banned me from using the markers, I started eating the crayons."

Pearl burst into laughter. "You sure sound like you were a handful."

"That's putting it lightly." Amethyst tossed a corn kernel up in the air; a seagull swooped down and snatched it right up. "Whoa, did you see that?"

"I did! You have excellent aim." Pearl remarked.

"Thanks!" Amethyst held the bag of corn up to Pearl. "Here, you wanna try it?"

"Alright, but I'll warn you my aim isn't very accurate..." Pearl blushed and reached in for another handful. She winded her arm up for a moment and then tossed it up into the air; the corn, however, somehow went in the opposite direction and bounced off the head of a stranger walking past, resulting in a distant "what the fuck?".

Pearl immediately turned around and hid her face, and Amethyst wheezed with laughter. "Damn Pearl, you could throw a rock at the ground and miss!" she cackled.

"I told you I had awful aim!" Pearl blushed, but she was unable to hide the smile spreading across her lips.

"Yeah, but I wasn't prepared for it to be that bad!" Amethyst wiped a tear from her eye and sighed once her laughter died down, giving Pearl a rough pat on the back. "You crack me up, Pierogi."

Still blushing, Pearl touched a hand to her cheek. "Ah... did you feel that? I think I felt a drop of rain."

"Nope. You sure it wasn't a splash from the pond?" Amethyst asked.

"I guess it could've been..." Pearl said, turning her attention back towards the ducks. She flinched as she felt another raindrop. "Ah, there it was again! I think it's startling to sprinkle."

Amethyst felt a few drops hit her face as well. "Eh, maybe you're right." she said, wiping them off with her sleeve. "Wanna head over to that bench?" she suggested, gesturing to a old wooden bench sheltered perfectly beneath a tree.

Sprinkling turned to full-on raining, and raining turned to pouring as the two hurried over to safety. "I should have brought my umbrella along..." Pearl sighed as she sat down. "Sorry, I should have planned this a little better."

"Don't worry, I don't mind chilling in the rain for a bit." Amethyst said, sitting down beside Pearl and placing the bag of frozen corn aside.

Pearl placed her hands on her lap, twiddling her thumbs. "Alright, that's good at least. I do enjoy watching the rain every now and then... It's just strange how suddenly it came on like that!" she remarked.

"Yeah, it happens." Amethyst shrugged, leaning back and stretching her arm across the headrest of the bench. Smoothing out her skirt, Pearl found herself scooting a bit closer to Amethyst, rubbing her bare arms. "Though I wish I'd brought my jacket, or worn longer sleeves at the very least..." Pearl commented.

"No wonder you're cold, you're such a skinny little thing." Amethyst sat upright and began to unbutton her red checkered flannel. "Here, wanna borrow this?" she asked.

"Ah, but won't you be cold in just your tank top?" As cold as she was, Pearl knew she'd feel guilty if Amethyst were to sacrifice her own comfort.

"Nah, I was actually getting kinda warm." Amethyst handed the shirt over to Pearl with a smile. "Promise, it's fine."

"Alright... Thank you." Pearl blushed, slipping her arms into the flannel; it was still warm from Amethyst's body heat. "That's much better... thank you."

"No problem, girlie." Amethyst said. She stretched her arms again and placed them right back where they were; as much as Pearl tried to keep her gaze forward, she couldn't help but turn her eyes towards Amethyst every now and then, noticing how her tank top hugged her figure. Pearl also found herself eyeing the dark body hair under her arms, and this observation alone made butterflies flutter in Pearl's stomach. 'Don't be creepy.' she thought, shaking off the thoughts that began to enter her mind.

"Damn, we still got all this corn left." Amethyst said, snapping Pearl out of her little daydream. "And it's almost thawed out. Maybe I can get the ducks to come on over here."

"Good idea!" Pearl said, her cheeks still lightly flushed.

Amethyst gently shook the bag in her hand, her gaze focused on a speckled brown duck straight ahead, huddled underneath a bush with her ducklings. She turned her head towards the bag of corn, but still didn't budge from the comfort of her nest.

"Damn. Guess they're not hungry." Amethyst shrugged, tossing the bag of corn to the side. "Or at least not hungry enough to get a little wet. Which is weird, considering they're always swimming."

A sudden honk frighted both Pearl and Amethyst out of their skin, and they turned to see a huge, fat goose had approached them.

"Aw, hell yeah!" Amethyst pumped her fist, while Pearl was still recovering from the shock of its dramatic entrance. Amethyst threw a handful of corn in the goose's direction, which he happily gobbled up. "Holy shit Pearl, I've never seen a goose this big! He probably gets fed three loaves of bread a day!" She shoved her hand into pocket and retrieved her phone. "I gotta take pictures of this chunky boy!"

"What a cute little guy! Well -- not little, but you know what I mean." Pearl shyly grabbed a handful of corn from the bag. Before she could even toss it onto the ground, however, the goose leaned right up and ate the corn straight from her palm. Pearl's jaw just about dropped to the ground, and she heard the 'click' of the camera on Amethyst's phone.

"This guy's got guts!" Amethyst cackled, and the moment the goose was finished Pearl whipped a mini bottle of hand sanitizer from her skirt pocket and poured an excessive amount onto her palm. "H-he sure is eager!" Pearl stuttered, her skin crawling as she imagined just how many germs that goose must have left behind.

"Here you go big guy; since the other birds are too pussy to come out in the rain, you can have the rest!" Amethyst said, dumping the remaining corn onto the grass. The goose honked happily and wiggled its little tail as it gobbled its snack right up. "Man, I think I'm gonna adopt this little fucker. I'm gonna name him Chumbo."

"Are you planning to take him home?" Pearl teased.

"Man, I wish! But that's probably some form of illegal." Amethyst said, taking one last picture of the goose before putting her phone away. "Besides, he's probably got friends. Maybe even a wife and kids."

"Or a husband and kids!" Pearl added with a wink.

"That's true, Chumbo is definitely a fellow gay." Amethyst grinned.

As Chumbo finished up his frozen corn and waddled off, the rain finally began to slow down. "Would ya look at that! I think our buddy here controls the weather." Amethyst said.

Pearl huffed with amusement. "Yes, of course! He only made it rain because he was grumpy about being hungry." she said, pulling herself to her feet and stretching. She re-adjusted the flannel on her shoulders. "By the way, are you feeling cold yet? This flannel is so comfortable, but I don't want to keep it away from you!"

"Not at all." Amethyst reassured, pulling herself to her feet. "Besides, you look super cute in it."

Pearl blushed and covered her cheeks with her sleeves so Amethyst wouldn't see how flustered she'd gotten. "Oh, t-thank you!" she said, unable to suppress the smile spreading across her face. She took in the scent of the flannel once again, letting out a silent sigh; she could tell Amethyst had put on some sort of perfume, but it was something very mild and natural that Pearl found rather comforting, even though she couldn't make out whatever the exact scent was. "Anyway, let's head home, shall we?" she suggested.

"Good idea." Amethyst shoved her hands into her jean pockets and led the way back to the sidewalk; as they headed towards the gates of the park, Pearl's heart was still pounding in her chest. 'Calm yourself! Don't look so deeply into such a small compliment...' she thought.

As the clouds began to clear up and the sun continued its journey through the sky, Pearl caught a glimpse of a faint rainbow in the distance. The ducks began to retreat from their hiding places, and a small family of them pattered across the sidewalk in front of Pearl and Amethyst. A comfortable silence fell between the two, and for the moment, Pearl was far away from all of her unwanted thoughts. 

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I missed ya

Hello everyone! Welcome back! This prompt is for day 2 of Gajevy week: Longing. Hope you like it! Leave me a comment/review and share this story if you liked it :D

Summary: Levy is out on a mission and Gajeel is grumpy about that. Lily and Juvia take advantage of the situation to tease Gajeel. Gajevy; Lily-Gajeel-Juvia brotp.

Fluffy and little bit of angst! Because my mind cannot be at ease if there is no angst in my stories.

Canon-verse; I think it would be after GMG and before Tartarous because the guildhall is already back to normal and it's after Tenrou Island.

Words count: 4.7k

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"Hey Metal Head! Fight-" Natsu's challenge was cut short when an iron club hit him square in the face, sending the fire dragon slayer to the other side of the guild hall.

"Fuck off, Salamander." Gajeel said dismissively returning his arm back to normal before tossing another set of iron bolts and screws into his mouth. He munched on his snack loudly, sending off an aura that scream 'you better stay the fuck away from me' to everyone around him. Not that Natsu could read the mood since this was the third time he had tried to start a fight with Gajeel just to be tossed to the other side of the room without much of an effort from the iron dragon slayer.

"Bring it on, Metal Breath!" Natsu was about to launch himself again towards Gajeel's table but Lucy grabbed him by his scarf stopping his movement.

"Give it a rest, Natsu. Gajeel is obviously not in the mood" the stellar mage scolded him and turned around to see the iron dragon slayer staring absentmindedly at the closest wall.

"Yeah, stop being a pain in the ass, you moron." Gray commented from a nearby table.

"What do ya call me, Ice princess?!" Natsu yelled at Gray.

"Who are you calling a princess, you Fire Dick?!"

"Wanna fight me?!"

"Bring it on, jerk!"

And that's how Natsu gave up on his attempts to initiate a fight with Gajeel and instead focused on his fight with Gray that suddenly evolved into a full-blown battle, getting almost all the members of the guild involved. Lucy sighed and took a seat besides Juvia who was fawning over her dear Gray-sama when he started to take off his shirt.

"Hey, Juvia…" Lucy's voice got the water mage back to reality as she noticed for the first time that the blonde was sitting next to her.

"Hi Lucy, what can Juvia do for you?"

"Do you know why Gajeel is even grumpier today than usual?" She pointed at said man who just snarled at a random guild member that tried to sit down at his table, succeeding in scaring that person off.

"Juvia hadn't notice but now that Lucy mentions it, Gajeel-kun does seem edgier today." He suddenly threw an iron cup to Elfman yelling at him to 'Shut the fuck off with yer stupid manliness!'

"Juvia better go and talk with Gajeel-kun to see what's being bothering him." The water mage excused herself from the table and made her way to where Gajeel was sitting. He growled at her angrily but since Juvia was used to the dragon slayer's curtness she ignored him and sat down across the table from him.

"What da ya want woman?" He scowled and kept his attention on his iron snacks.

"Juvia wanted to say hi to Gajeel-kun." She smiled sweetly at him but he didn't even look at her.

"Tch. Ya just did. Now, go..." He munched loudly on another piece of iron.

"You can be a bit more polite to Juvia, Gajeel." Pantherlily said when he landed on the table giving a disapproving glance at the iron mage who just growled in annoyance that his table was getting more crowded by the minute. "I'm sorry Juvia. This brute is a little more edgy these days."

"Hi, Lily. No need to apologize, Juvia is used to Gajeel-kun being rude. Actually, Juvia wanted to know if there is something bothering Gajeel-kun to be like this?"

"Nothin' wrong" Gajeel grumbled.

"Levy's on a mission." Lily supplied and earned a death glare from his partner.

"Oh, is that so? How long has Levy being away for?"

"Ain't nothin' to do with that! I said nothin' wrong!" Gajeel raised his voice but he kept being ignored by his two friends.

"She has being gone for two weeks now. She went with Lissanna and they were supposed to return two days ago but there hasn't been any news about them yet." Lily explained. Mirajane had informed him about the whereabouts of the script mage when Gajeel and Lily came back to the guild from their mission. Turns out, Lisanna asked Levy for her help on a simple mission in Hargeon and she kept informing Mirajane about their progress. The last call had been 3 days ago stating that they were to return the next day, which obviously they hadn't yet.

"Oh! Is Gajeel-kun worried about Levy?" Juvia tilted her head to the side, staring intently at the iron mage.

"Why would I worry for the Shrimp?" He said nonchalantly and looked at Juvia as if she had gone insane.

"No, he just misses her." Lily grinned knowingly when Gajeel choked on his beer after he tried to take a sip from it.

"Aw, that's cute Gajeel-kun." Juvia cooed.

"Ain't nothin' like that! The hell are ya talking cat!" Gajeel looked first at Juvia then at Lily with fury in his eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Come on, Gajeel. You know we know you the best out of everyone. There's no need to lie to us."

"Juvia agrees with Lily. There's no need for Gajeel-kun to hide his feelings for Levy from us."

"F-fe-feelings…?" He cringed and his left eye twitched. "Are ya crazy woman?! I told ya it's nothin' like that! Stop giving her ideas, Lil'!" Juvia shared a knowing glance with Lily and then she covered her mouth trying to muffle her giggles.

"Tch!" Gajeel scoffed and looked away from them. "She just promised to help me with somethin'. That's all." He tossed another set of iron bolts into his mouth.

"Help with what?" Juvia was curious now since it was odd for Gajeel to accept anyone's help with anything. Like, at all.

"She was gonna put some spell on my house so my iron won't rust." Gajeel looked back at her with indifference.

Just before Gajeel and Lily left for their previous mission, Levy had explained to them that she had learned a written spell that could guard some place from environmental effects such as humidity and rain. She had been so excited about it that she asked Gajeel if she could put it to the test on his home to protect the iron he hoarded there. She even offered to add a soundproof spell on his house so Lily wouldn't suffer during the thunderstorms. Gajeel only shrugged and mumbled a 'whatever' which earned him a joyful squeal from the script mage.

Even when he didn't want to admit it, Gajeel was pretty excited by her proposition. Not just because his iron would be protected, which was awesome because rusty iron tasted awful, but because she would be going to his house and maybe, if she liked it there, she would want to hang out more with Lily and him at his place. That's why, before reporting back to the guild once they came back from their mission, Gajeel decided to go first to his home and make it decent for Levy's visit.

He felt disappointed when Mira told them they had just missed Levy, but he would never admit that aloud. Still, he kept cleaning up his house each day in case Levy was to return early from her mission, which didn't happen. Now he just felt stupid for doing such a thing and he even had to put up with Lily mocking him on a daily basis for the last days.

"That sounds wonderful!" Juvia clapped her hands happily.

"Yeah, and she even offer to add something to keep the noises from thunderstorms out of the house." Lily mentioned and swallowed thickly in relief that he would not have to hide away in fear in his own home anymore.

"It's gonna rain soon and my iron is gonna rust without her stupid spell."

"Well, if Gajeel-kun really needs that spell, why doesn't he ask Freed for his help? Juvia is sure that Freed might be able to help somehow." Juvia pointed with her finger to the green haired rune mage that was sitting by the bar talking with Bickslow.

"Tch, come one! As if he could do as good as a job as the Shrimp." That statement only earned him a wider grin from Lily and another giggle from Juvia, much to his annoyance.

"Call it what you want, but you're waiting for her to come back." Lily said matter-of-factly and added under his breath "... cuz you miss her." Gajeel glared angrily at his cat as if he was going to murder the son of a bitch for even saying something like that.

"It's okay, Gajeel-kun. Juvia thinks it's normal for you to miss Levy since the two of you had been spending a lot of time together."

""S-spending t-time?! What?! No, we haven't!"

"Well, every time Levy is reading at the guild, Gajeel-kun is sitting right next to her."

"That ain't true!" It was, but Gajeel didn't need Juvia to remind him that every time the Shrimp opened a book, he moved his sorry ass to sit down across her table to watch her read. He couldn't help it! It was too damn cute to see her mumbling incoherently and scrunching her face with a wide variety of emotions when something exciting or sad or happy happened in the story. It had become Gajeel's secret hobby to watch her read and something inside him was telling him that Levy knew about it too because she never complained about him staring at her while she read a dozen of books.

"And last time, you went grocery shopping with her." Lily added.

"That was just cuz she knows nothin' about picking up good food!" That was half-true. Levy did know nothing about choosing the right ingredients but she never really minded because most of the times she ate at the guild hall. It became a problem when Gajeel visited her on some occasions and tried to cook something for the two of them. He would complain constantly and thoroughly on the lack of ingredients in her fridge or on the poor quality of those that were in her pantry. So, the dragon slayer assigned himself the task of taking Levy once per week to the market to buy good-quality vegetables, fruits and meat. In the end, Levy agreed as long as Gajeel would visit more often to cook for the both of them and eventually teach her how to cook.

"And Juvia saw Gajeel-kun walk Levy back to Fairy Hills and even carried her books for her."

"W-well…" Gajeel was sweating buckets right now. He thought no one had seen him do that since it had been late at night. He had spent the day with the Shrimp at Magnolia Park and while she read a set of newly purchased books with her head resting on his stomach, Gajeel decided to take a nap. When he woke up, he realized that it was very late and that Levy hadn't moved from her place for hours. Once he dragged her out of her little reading-bubble, he told her (not asked not offered, told her) he was gonna walk her back to Fairy Hills. Levy agreed happily and she collected her new books in her arms but by the size of the pile of books Gajeel really thought her little arms were going to break. That's how Gajeel ended up carrying Levy's books while walking her back to her dorm in the middle of the night. He didn't mind that at all; he enjoyed the Shrimp's company and her books weren't that heavy, but the fact that someone had seen them was just too embarrassing for him. Even more embarrassing was the fact that he didn't even notice that happened and least that that someone had been Juvia.

"Arg! Just shut the hell up! Leave me alone!" He threw his hands up in the air and let his head fall down with a loud thud on the table. Neither Juvia nor Lily tried to hide their loud laughter. It was just too easy and funny to get Gajeel all flustered when they talked about how he acted with Levy. It was just too obvious for them, and for a lot of their guildmates, that the iron dragon slayer had a soft spot for the little script mage but he was too stubborn to admit that.

"It's really okay for you to admit you miss her, you know?" Lily said wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing so hard.

"Juvia agrees. Juvia also misses Gray-sama when he's not with Juvia!" Juvia's eyes turned into hearts at the mere thought of her beloved Gray. "One time, Juvia was…" Gajeel tuned out from the conversation since he didn't have any interest in knowing anything about the Stripper.

He returned to what Lily just said. Did he really miss the Shrimp? It was just crazy, right? I mean, Gajeel really enjoyed spending time with her and it was fun to tease her to no end until she would puff out her cute little cheeks in annoyance at whatever the dragon slayer had said. It was Gajeel's secret hobby number two, much to Levy's frustration.

And, he guessed, he found himself entertained by her whenever she wanted to explain him the newest spell she had learned, because she looked so proud of herself and Gajeel couldn't hold down his smile when she had that look on her face. Most of the times Gajeel would have no idea about what she was talking about, but that was okay for her, since she only needed him to listen to her, not to understand what she was saying.

"yyy…" There was a faint noise outside the guild but Gajeel didn't put much attention to it. He was still busy trying to figure out if he really longed to see the Shrimp.

Another thing was the fact that the Shrimp seemed to enjoy his company and he had just a handful of people that did as well. She never complained when he sat down with her or walked with her; she would just look up at him and smile that cute little smile of hers as acknowledging Gajeel's presence. She even tried constantly to start a conversation with him by asking about his previous missions or about how Lily was doing (Gajeel always loved to talk about how awesome his cat was). And on those rare occasions in which Gajeel would gladly engage in the conversation, the Shrimp would always listen to anything he had to say and even comment on that, letting Gajeel know that he was being listened.

Additionally, time seemed to go faster when she was around. He wondered if she might be using time magic, since some days Gajeel found himself greeting the script mage early in the morning as she would enter the guildhall and just after a blink of an eye it would be nighttime already and he would be waving goodbye to the small bluenette.

"...ndyyy…" There was that noise again and it seemed to grow closer to the guild.

"Gajeel, did you hear something?" Lily asked his partner and Gajeel visibly shook his head to get out of his train of thoughts. Crap! He had been caught daydreaming about the Shrimp by his cat. He would never hear the end of this now.

"Huh? Didn't hear anything…" Gajeel shrugged because he really didn't hear anything. He was too busy thinking about Levy to be aware of his surroundings, even with his dragon slayer hearing. Lily and Juvia resumed their conversation and Gajeel ignored them once again. He placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his open palm to stare at farthest wall of the guild, his iron snacks long forgotten.

Where was he…? Oh, right! So, what if he enjoyed the Shrimp's company? Nothing wrong with that, right? She seemed to have some sort of spell on him because each time she was around, his mood would brighten up. And she even casted her IRON spell every time she could so Gajeel could eat the best iron he had ever tried in his life. So it's logical for him to look forward each day to see her, right…? Right...?

'Holy crap! I DO miss her!' Gajeel thought and slapped one of his hands to his forehead. That was the only logical explanation for him to be going to the guild early on the morning and leaving late at night each day for the past two weeks. It was just in case he could see Levy arriving from her mission! He longed to see her so much that he wanted to be there the moment she stepped back into the guildhall. Oh, crap! He was so done for! There was no way Lily would let go of this now.

Gajeel groaned loudly in frustration and buried his face in his open palms. Juvia and Lily looked at him confusedly at first but then they understood that enlightenment had hit Gajeel's thick head. They were about to comment on that but there was that noise again but this time it was louder.

"...EENDYYY...!"

"Huh? I heard that…" Gajeel commented and looked at his partner to see if he wasn't just imagining things.

"Me too." Lily looked concerned.

"Juvia did too." Juvia started to look around the guildhall to try to pinpoint the source of that noise.

Suddenly, the three of them, as well as most of their guildmates that were in the guildhall, turned their heads to the entrance doors when they slammed open.

"WENDYY!" The source of the noise stood there at the threshold, looking as if she had run a marathon to get there.

Lissanna was standing at the entrance panting and sweating profusely. Her face and body were covered in scratches and bruises and one of her eyes was closed to keep out of it the blood that poured out of a gash in her forehead. She looked as if she was ready to collapse but she remained standing, with her back arched slightly forward. She couldn't give up yet; she needed Wendy's help! She couldn't give up yet!

She took another step forward into the guild and just then her guildmates noticed she wasn't alone. She was carrying someone's limp body on her back.

Levy's limp body.

She looked far worse than Lissanna. Bruises and cuts marred her pearly skin, her clothes were torn, her bandana was nowhere to be found letting her hair fall down and shadow her face, and a severe injury seemed to cover the entirety of her back with faint smoke streams coming out of it as if she had been burned severely. It looked like she was unconscious, or at least that was what everyone was hoping for.

"Wendy! I need your help!" Lissanna exclaimed desperately and it worked to get everyone out of their state of shock. People moved quickly to her side when she collapsed on her knees, sobbing and pleading for their help, still keeping Levy in place.

Gajeel just stared with wide eyes not believing what he was seeing. "Shrimp…"

"Remember Gajeel, don't let her move around. Her wounds aren't healed all the way yet. I'll come back in the morning and finish healing her, okay?" The words of the kiddo replayed on Gajeel's mind.

He had volunteered to stay with the Shrimp for the night at the guild's infirmary. Neither Jet nor Droy were around since they went to their separate missions, and Bunny girl had left at some point during the day to someplace else, so there weren't many members which Gajeel had to intimidate to let him stay with the Shrimp.

Lissanna explained to them that on their way back, they were attacked by a dark guild presumably to use them as bait to attack Fairy Tail. They brought the girls to their headquarters that were not far from Hargeon and kept them there for a day before Levy found the way to break out from their prison. They fought the dark mages and eventually won with some minor injuries. When they thought their battle was over, one of the mages launched an attack to Lissanna who wasn't paying attention. Levy threw herself between her friend and the spell and got her back burned pretty badly. After that, Lissanna ran as fast as she could to the guildhall with Levy on her back and some minutes after taking off, Levy lost consciousness.

Gajeel was sitting beside Levy's bed, watching her back rise and fall gently with every breath she took. She was lying down on her belly, her hands rested to either side of her head, bandages covered the entirety of her back and her face was turned to the side facing Gajeel. She had been cleaned up and patched by Wendy, but even the little dragon slayer had limitations with her healing magic. That meant that Levy would have to wait until morning to get all her injuries healed. Still, it was a relief that her life wasn't in danger any longer.

Gajeel didn't know how long had he been there just staring at her. It felt like days and all he wanted was for the Shrimp to wake up to make time go faster.

He remembered what he was thinking just minutes before Lissanna entered the guild. He did miss Levy and he longed to see her again, but this wasn't what he had in mind. He wanted to hear her laughing and appreciate every wrinkle that formed at the corner of her eyes. He wanted to see her reading and decipher the story she read by the expressions in her face. He wanted to see her smile and feel the whole world fade away, because no light could even compare to how bright her smile was. And most importantly, he wanted to hear her voice and enjoy how she would voice out a 'Stupid Gajeel' with love and affection.

Seeing her like this, injured and lying on the bed all bandaged up, pained him deeply. Why didn't he realize sooner that she was that important to him? Why did it take him seeing her all battered up within an inch of her life to know how horrible his life would be without her? He couldn't even think about what could have happened if Lissanna had taken even one more minute to get to the guild; Wendy even said that she made it barely on time.

He needed her to wake up and he needed her to be fine, because he felt a great turmoil of emotions inside of him threatening to burst out any minute now. He felt angry; no, scratch that, he was furious at those who had done this to her. He sure was going to hunt down the son of a bitch that dared to harm his Shrimp. He felt anxious to see Levy's beautiful hazel eyes open once again. He wanted to marvel in that light that seemed to shine out from those gorgeous orbs. But above all, Gajeel felt useless. He felt useless for not being able to help her right now; he had no way to heal her injuries or ease her pain or even help her regain consciousness. He was incapable of doing anything else but to stare at her and try to command her eyes to snap open.

She had always been there for him when he was in her position. She stood by his side on Tenrou Island after his battle with Kawazu and Yomazu and now he wondered if she felt this way too. Gajeel felt like he couldn't stand one more second looking at her being like that. But then again, he didn't want to leave her alone; he wanted to be there for her as she had been there for him.

He was dragged out of his inner turmoil when he noticed the sightless twitch on Levy's hand that was resting just beside her head.

Then, Levy's cute little nose furrowed slightly and her eyes opened slowly, taking in her surroundings. Gajeel leaned closer to her, careful not to startle her and once her curious eyes focused on him she smiled sweetly.

"Hi, Gajeel" her voice was small, barely over a whisper but Gajeel heard her just as clear as any day.

"Hey, Shrimp. How are ya feeling?" His eyes scanned her for any hint of discomfort but found none.

"Sore." She giggled and Gajeel felt relief wash over him at hearing her laugh. It meant that she didn't feel as bad as she look like, most likely thanks to Wendy's magic. "I guess we're at the guild?"

Gajeel nodded. "Barmaid's sister brought ya back this afternoon."

Levy's eyes widened when she remembered her mission's partner. "Is Lissanna okay? Did Wendy look at her injuries? She was hurt during the battle and-" she rambled on in concern for the wellbeing of her friend when Gajeel placed his index finger gently over her lips, effectively silencing her.

"Calm down, Shrimp. She's fine. Kiddo checked her up and she went home with her sister and brother." He withdrew his finger and Levy sighed in relief. "Honestly, yer far worse than her, so ya should only worry about yerself."

Levy smiled at him for the way he showed his concern for her. "I'll be okay, Gajeel." She said sweetly.

"Ya shouldn't have done something so stupid in the first place." He scoffed giving her a disapproving gaze.

"That's rich coming from you, Mr. I throw myself as a human shield every chance I get." She teased him and Gajeel bristled at being called out.

"That's cuz I can take the hits easily, Shortstuff." He said without thinking and scolded himself inwardly at the visible hurt in Levy's eyes.

She deflated at his words. "I just wanted to protect my friend…" she said lowly. Levy knew she wasn't as strong as other guild members but it always hurt her to be reminded of that. Even if she was considered weak she had a strong resolve to help and protect her nakama, even if that meant she would end up hurt.

She was dragged out of her depressing thoughts by a gentle pat on her head. Gajeel stroked her hair soothingly with his big hand. "Don't go down there" he said gently as if he had been reading her mind. He sighed and pulled back his hand when she stopped looking so tormented and depressed. "Just remember ya ain't covered in scales or armor. Ya can't take point blank hits without risking yer life." His eyes softened when they landed on her bandaged back. "Just be more careful next time, alright?"

Levy smiled again and nodded "Right."

The solid script mage tried to stifle down a yawn but was unsuccessful. She was so tired but she was enjoying her conversation with Gajeel and she liked the way he showed his concern for her. Still, she really needed to rest for her body to recover.

Gajeel chuckled when he noticed she was battling away the sleepiness. He brushed away one loose strand of hair from her face and said gently "Sleep. I'll be here when ya wake up"

Levy nodded and yawned one more time before closing her eyes. Just when she was about to let sleep take away her mind, she mumbled lowly "I missed you, Gajeel." Then, her breathing slowed down, announcing to the dragon slayer that she had finally fallen asleep.

Gajeel's heart thumped faster in his chest by the last words the bookworm had said. He blushed profusely and couldn't hold down the smile that seemed to threaten to split his face in two. She had been thinking about him; she had missed him probably as much as he had missed her.

His ears peaked up when he heard noises from outside the infirmary and he turned to the room's window to see that morning had come in a blink of an eye. Time magic, there was no other explanation.

He looked back at the sleeping mage and felt warmth spread through his chest before mumbling something not even Cobra would have been able to hear.

"I missed ya too, Levy."

That's it for this prompt! Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! Saddly, this is the last prompt I have ready so it will take me a while to upload the rest of them but fear not! I WILL post a story for each prompt!

Funfact! This is the shortest story I have ever written because my mind cannot stop when I invest some of my time into a story (my mind: "Okay, that's alright, it's good, good. But what if we add this!" and then it all goes from a 1k story to a 8k story [That's how 'For whom do you stand for?' started haha])

Thanks again for reading! You can follow me at ffnet to get a notification for when I upload a new chapter for Gajevy week 

WTF (Where'sTheFood)

[frogsandfries]

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After a ridiculous fourteen hours of sleep (I guess I must’ve needed it??? But it freaks me out that I sleep that long on the weekends!!), I’m awake and I feel pretty good, so....idk. I’m still freaked out about sleeping that much.

After many, many moons (shut up, that’s how it feels), I’m back on my good ole lil Chromebook. Typing with all my fingers feels weird after like three months of Swyping with just my thumb. I’m currently just waiting for all the images to upload to the site. There are about a hundred of them--just imagine if I’d waited till the project was done.

Oh, so I don’t remember if I mentioned, probably not because my phone was dying, but my dad mentioned buying a shell for my van. It’s been sitting there for months, and the owners only want two hundred for it. I was thinking about having my dad offer them one, but arming him with two, and encouraging him not to pay more than one-seventy.

It is insanely cold out--of course, it’s also wet. Some idiot (this one) dropped mega cash on a stupid toy--a Hatchimal, out of tardedumb curiosity. But I also bought another enourmous fleece blanket and a mummy bag yesterday, along with four little cans of propane. So even if I buy the hightop and install that this weekend, sure I’ll have the head space, but once again I won’t be doing the brakes, and this time I won’t be doing the loft. *facepalm* Plus, even with this shell thing, I’ll have some space, but I can’t get carried away because I still need at least head space in the kitchen...... I’ll probably need my dad to hang on to the piece of the roof he may be cutting this weekend, but it would be easier to just cut less space for the extension, maybe ratchet strap it as a really, really short-term solution, then next weekend, cut the rest of the space and actually run to the lumber yard. But he’s right. Using that extender on the rear is a more lightweight solution, until I get carried away and decide that the best way to use the shell is still as a popup. Or as a permanently extra-high section of the ceiling/roof.

I have to get this frivolous spending thing under control. I mean, sure I didn’t need chips this weekend, or soda, which are the biggest regular frivolosities--but that toy was the stupidest thing. It’s only really interesting when it has a good surface to roll around on, and seeing as my floor is under mega construction..... But damn, I was freaking hella curious to see what would happen if the shell was broken. Nothing. Goddammit nothing. Oh well. Now I have a thing that chirrups and coos so there’s that? Why am I calling spending on things that will keep me comfortable and safe frivolous?

Mostly because I’m disgruntled with myself getting carried away and having to put back and put back fixing the brakes. Which needs to be done before it gets icy out.

I still have to return those defective ear muffs. I might just exchange them... But the Hatchimal means no books or audio books this weekend. Of course, almost certainly that’s another “frivolity”, but I want these two series of graphic novels and the two series of audio books I’m going after. Oh...I also need to pay for my phone. Splendid..... I’m still going to forget.....

Ahhhh!!!!!! Plus it’s pretty much getting too cold to do much of anything without the stupid heaters on x.x

Ugh. So if I get hired into this place, a) I don’t really have to stay longer than six months, but b) I’ll get back the money the temp service is making on me, per hour. It seems like kind of a big if, but I think the biggest reason I don’t really want to do it is because I don’t really want one more mark on my resume between the jobs I “qualify” for and the jobs I’m interested in. I actually want to know who I would talk to about my career options at this place--and not just as a grunt...... Let’s not forget that more mental than physical positions often earn more.... But honestly, I don’t know/believe they’ll want me..... If I did get an interview, I guess I could make my interest in vertical ascension known.... More money would mean more van faster....

[flingthefluelontheflire]

Rare Ship Week Day 3: Kissing

Fandom: Welcome to Hell

Ship: LilJo (Lil and Jojo)

Word Count: 1396

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“Hm?” Jojo inhaled heavily, and breathed out a yawn, soundless and airless. “What?”

Lil tapped the edge of her phone case nervously. The two girls had been lounging on Lil’s bed for almost two hours now. While Jojo switched between nodding off and scowling at Cleo, Lil had been scrolling through her social media feeds, reaching the end, and refreshing them. The lights were off, the blinds were open, and the sun was sinking low into the horizon. Her mother was due home in less than ten minutes. If she wanted to have a conversation with her guardian angel, now was the time.

“Have you ever been kissed?” She asked again, hiding her burning cheeks in the light of her phone screen. Next to her, she heard Jojo readjust her position, the sheets on the bed never moving an inch.

Finally, “Yes, but it didn’t count. At all.”

Reaching over to her desk, Lil switched on her lamp. They both blinked in the sudden light. “Why not?”

“Because it was a dare.”

Lil snorted. “Someone dared you into your first kiss? How’d that happen?”

Folding her arms across her chest, Jojo wrinkled her brow. “What’s that supposed to mean, pray tell?”

“Just that you don’t seem like the kind of person who actually does dares.”

“I was like, five, okay?”

“Awww,” Lil cooed, poking at Jojo’s cheek. “Little Jojo must’ve been so cute.”

“I will have you know that I was fucking adorable.”

“Mmhmm. So what happened?” Lil hid her grin, letting Jojo fall into the trap.

“What, with the dare? I kissed a guy and it was gross.”

“No, I meant, what happened that made you so…” Gesturing quickly to her face, Lil felt her cheeks straining to keep the smile in. “So not-adorable?”

Thirty seconds, an indignant Jojo, and an unsuccessfully slapped Lil later, the laughter quieted down enough for Jojo to ask, “So what brought this on in the first place, anyway?”

“Hm?”

“Did you kiss someone lately or something?”

“Oh, no. One of my friends from middle school got a boyfriend, and she’s always on Facebook ranting about how awesome dating is, and blah blah blah, on and on…” Lil lay back on a pillow, looking up at Jojo. “I just kinda realized that I’ve never been kissed, y’know? Feels like I’m falling behind.”

Jojo made a face, and Lil giggled again. “You’re not missing out, trust me. It’s really fucking overrated.���

“Is it? Tell me, O Master of the Kissing Ways.” Lil ducked as Jojo jabbed at her again. This time, her fingers caught and moved a few strands of Lil’s hair. Goosebumps rose on Lil’s neck, and she rolled her shoulder uncomfortably.

“It’s wet. And it feels weird.” Jojo took her hand back, holding it close to her chest. Her voice became quiet. “And it didn’t feel good.”

Lil quirked an eyebrow. To get Jojo looking that timid, this dare-kiss must’ve been something else entirely. “Why not?”

“I didn’t...like the guy I kissed. At all.” Jojo twisted her mouth into a sad sort of grimace. “Looking back on my childhood, I actually think I hated him.”

“So then why’d you kiss him?”

Shrugging, Jojo shifted to hug her knees close to her chest. “My older sister dared me to. She got the idea from my mom.” Lil’s expression was confused enough for her to continue, “My mom was one of those people who likes to tease their kids about having boyfriends, or girlfriends, or whatever.”

“Oh….” Lil hummed. “That does sound kind of shitty.”

“It was.” Over her knees, Jojo stared out the window. Then, “I really hated that kid.”

Lil felt her heart crack, a little bit. The words were simple enough, but the tone--there was something underneath the quiver in Jojo’s voice, something in the way the corners of her mouth turned down, that Lil wasn’t sure she wanted to know about. The silence stretched on, and Lil glanced at her alarm clock out of the corner of her eye. Three minutes until her mom was home. She sucked in a deep breath and sat up.

This was crazy. Insane, almost. But she was going to do it. Even if the embarrassment might kill her.

“D’you want a different first kiss?” Fuck, that sounded so bad. She bit her lip as Jojo lifted her head out from behind her knees and looked at her like she’d grown a second head.

“What?”

“Like, I mean. Your first kiss was shitty, and now you’re dead, so, y’know.” Lil groaned internally as Jojo’s confusion only grew. Shit. “Look. You didn’t want your first kiss. I want to get my first kiss. You see where I’m going here?”

A flash of realization crossed Jojo’s face, briefly, before disappearing behind skepticism. “You want to...kiss? Me?”

Lil felt her cheeks start to burn. Only two more minutes alone in the apartment. No time for games, no time to explain herself. Lamely, she squeaked,“Yes, please?”

Jojo’s eyes widened for a split second before she scrunched them closed, half giggling, half trying to hide her face, which was quickly turning bright pink. “Uh, heh. That’s a joke, right?”

“No.” Lil tried to make the single syllable sound as serious as possible. The clock was ticking, after all.

“Oh,” Jojo breathed, then resolutely looked down at her hands. “Um.” Lil’s pulse was pounding in her ears, and she spared another glance at the clock. One minute. After what felt like a lifetime--but was probably closer to ten seconds--Jojo nodded, raising her head. “Okay.”

Lil made an unattractive little squeak in the back of her throat, but she thanked her lucky stars that she didn’t actually manage to say something stupid. Instead, she sat up, facing Jojo, and reached out for a tiny, pale hand.

She was always so surprised whenever she touched Jojo. Her skin didn’t feel like anything but warmth--every part of Jojo, from her fingers to her arms to her stomach--felt warm. Not quite like heat, not nearly that oppressive, but calm and comfortable and cozy. She let one hand rest in Jojo’s palm, and brought the other up to cup her cheek.

The cheek was a little more fiery, a little less gentle. Lil’s stomach flipped. She leaned in a little further, almost relieved that Jojo had already closed her eyes, couldn’t see how nervous Lil was.

Their lips connected at the same moment the lock in the front door clicked open. Lil’s heart jumped, she tried to pull away, and Jojo’s hands leapt up out of her lap to yank her back.

Jojo’s mouth melded to hers, all heat and pressure. Not wet, which was surprising, but also not shocking. She could feel the ghost of what Jojo’s lips must’ve felt like before she died, smooth and thin. Lil sank into the kiss, despite the encroaching sounds of her mother hanging up her coat and taking off her shoes. And even though the heat was growing, was starting to sting the tips of her fingers, Lil wanted nothing more than to submerge herself in it.

She was about to pull back for a gasp of air when her mother tapped on the door, pushing it open. Jumping back, Lil hoped that her face wasn’t red.

“Hey, sweetie. Did you already eat?” Relief washed over her. Nothing noticed.

“No.” The word sounded a little raspy, and Lil cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna heat up some of the meatloaf from last night. Want any?”

“Uh,” Lil finally peeked at Jojo. The angel was sitting oddly still, eyes half lidded and fingers curled, as if seeking to grab something. “...Sure.”

“Alrighty! Be in the kitchen in five.” And with that, her mother left the doorway, and Lil released a sigh of relief. She ran a hand through her bangs, trying to get herself back in shape, even though she knew nothing had been ruffled.

Just as she was about to stand up, her forearm was circled in warmth. Looking down, she saw Jojo’s hand clamped around her wrist. “Uh…”

“You’ve got five minutes.” Lil’s pulse caught at the low, teasing lilt of Jojo’s voice. The angel pulled at her wrist, and she followed, falling back onto the bed without resistance. Sliding her hand up Lil’s arm, Jojo flicked her gaze down to her lips. “Again.”