#i will run into plenty of doors on my own i assure you you dont have to bonk me for being stupid

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

I think it dosent help that theres a lot of different things being called Ai that are just blatantly different things and are being grouped under an umbrella term that while maybe not entirely inaccurate can be wildly misleading and prevents us from using Ai for things its ACTUALLY GOOD FOR and can help us with WITHOUT being immoral

The Ai that generates images works WILDLY differently and is trained wildly differently, and legally should be treated wildly differently, from say, the Ai voice banks in vocalsynth, which CANNOT just come up with words and music note combinations for you nor were they ever intended to. Vocalsynth Ai basically just is improving the tuning of how words flow together to make it sound like an actual human by learning what actual humans sound like based on data collected from voice actors who are paid every time you buy one of their voice banks (at least thats one common way theyre paid from what ive been told) A better image selection tool in an art program or fill tool would be *great* for artists, i dont want it to chose the colors for me, just select the line art and remove it from the sketch when i accidentally draw on the wrong later, or even better, better brushes using ai to simulate how brushes ACTUALLY work in real life and actually blend colors! Or that add natural variation to a brush stroke so it feels more organic, something digital artists deeply struggle with due to the natural imperfections traditional art allows for! or making it easier for people with wrist problems to adjust the width of lines and smooth them out a little easier after theyve drawn them, things that are directly in the control of the creator without taking the creativity out of art which is the entire reason we even do art though that last ones maybe going a bit far I think i could theoretically pull that one off using currently existing tools that can increase things sizes on the canvas it just wouldn't be as nice-

and again only if its trained on paid artists who consented to their work being used and volenteered for this entire thing or at least volenteered freely of their own will.

theres plenty of ways Ai could actually be useful to even artists, but that should only be done morally and without taking the purpose of the craft itself away from us... : ( i wish thats the path we'd taken. It could have been really useful.

I hope maybe once this bubble pops people can chill out, fix the legal guidelines that should be in place to regulate this stuff, (preferibly before the bubble pops even- the sooner the better) and we can see the *actual* uses of ai people would benefit from that could be useful start happening.

I think the brush thing alone would revolutionize digital art as a medium in a really fun and cool way, and possibly make it run faster than say physically rendering liquids using a 3d rendering setup like i think some art programs have tried using to create realistic art mixing. I think all of these things would also probably be light enough ,and SHOULD BE light enough, to use them offline and built into the program itself so it would minimize the environmental damage that much bigger scale image generation can cause, kind of like how the Ai synths are able to do.

note: the vocal synth stuff is specifically referring to the synthesizer v studio things, i feel rather happy with most of their policies on Ai and they require you to use your id and imbed an audio watermark into their program that can make fake voices say things (different from the synth v studio which is closer to a vocaloid) and have a link on their website where they ask you to please report people who misuse their program especially to make fake political speeches or use someones voice without their consent, which is something they are VERY much so against and will revoke your ability to use their program over using said Id and audio watermark using. i cant speak for other programs, i only chose that program specifically because i researched their use of ai before I bought it because i wanted to make sure everything i was concerned about from a moral perspective was being accounted for.

Its absolutely saddening that such a cool technological advancement has been used to hurt so many people and turn the art community (and in some cases the writing community as well!) against itself...on the bright side, now more than ever I'm seeing people value the human aspect of art as well, those who never valued it may be abusing it, but ive actually heard of (and I myself have joined this trend) people comissioning artists more often because they want to support them thanks to all this and a greater appreciation for the unique life experience every human brings to their creations : )

also im open to polite discussion with anyone who disagrees with me i know im not someone who's takes are the end all be all- let alone decent i could be a total idiot, i have failed on multiple occasions to count five objects directly in front of me, i never claimed to be someone you should actually care about the opinion of- im just a human artist who's sad this opportunity for really cool new tools and fun ways to approach art in a new way, was taken from us and instead, turned into a weapon against us : ( and worse yet its left a sour taste (justifiably so!) in the mouth of artists everywhere because we all had our art stolen from and used to train something intended to replace us.

but like if youre gonna debate with me please speak nicely to me I like friendly conversations and am very open minded and don't mind changing my opinions when given a good reason to : ( so please, only argue with me in good faith, i have kind of a weird opinion on this and I know it, but i really hope that maybe by sharing it it might at least push the conversation in a direction for some positive change, maybe if enough of us push for this sort of change, we'll see a future where everyone can finally find peace and a satisfying conclusion to this massive change in available technology. I hope this isint too controversial a take, i know a lot of people are very justifiably so angry they dont want ai anywhere near ANYTHING related to art and frankly id be chill with that too, but i dont think that's what we're going to get, so i figured id propose an alternate route where theres minimal harm done and maybe we all wind up a little happier and people are paid fairly for their contributions to things.

note: again i cant say much on this, I don't really do much related to ai short of occasionally making a pretty questionable shoddy song using the vocal synth software and even then im not exactly going to make a profit off whatever bizzare gremlin slurry im creating over there, adding this in part because I don't want my followers to worry, dont worry, none of my art is ai generated... and neither are my songs, the voice is tuned to actually sound like a human singing with mostly the help of ai (though i do some manual tuning when i want a very specific noise- not that im very good at it, im practicing and i want to learn more about how to do that well :) ) *when im using my vocalsynth program* but that was trained on consenting artists who were paid and are being given a steady income from this stuff.

so like, dont consider me some expert on the topic, im like, litterally just some guy, Im not active in any sort of ai circles, im an indie game dev but i have no idea how to get active in that community, and the closest ive ever been to being a big name artist is back on a platform i left because all my friends left and i frankly got lonely. though i have fond memories of that time despite that platforms...numerous problems. i dont have a more valid opinion than yours or anyone else, so please be kind to me, i WILL cry and i hate confrontation im sorry if im being a little silly in terms of how nervous i am about being attacked for this but i know how serious this subject is and how important it is to people on both sides of the issue, and even if i lean to one side myself, i hope maybe both sides can kinda find some agreement in what im saying here... : (

so like I said, I work in the tech industry, and it's been kind of fascinating watching whole new taboos develop at work around this genAI stuff. All we do is talk about genAI, everything is genAI now, "we have to win the AI race," blah blah blah, but nobody asks - you can't ask -

What's it for?

What's it for?

Why would anyone want this?

I sit in so many meetings and listen to genuinely very intelligent people talk until steam is rising off their skulls about genAI, and wonder how fast I'd get fired if I asked: do real people actually want this product, or are the only people excited about this technology the shareholders who want to see lines go up?

like you realize this is a bubble, right, guys? because nobody actually needs this? because it's not actually very good? normal people are excited by the novelty of it, and finance bro capitalists are wetting their shorts about it because they want to get rich quick off of the Next Big Thing In Tech, but the novelty will wear off and the bros will move on to something else and we'll just be left with billions and billions of dollars invested in technology that nobody wants.

and I don't say it, because I need my job. And I wonder how many other people sitting at the same table, in the same meeting, are also not saying it, because they need their jobs.

idk man it's just become a really weird environment.

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 5 (final part)

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

This is the finale of this way too long "one shot". Find the prior parts here!

Story continues under the cut. You´re almost finished!!

Continuing to work at the bar for a while, Violet found a surprising guest on the other side of the counter.

“Clover! What are you doing here?"

Clover sank down on one of the chairs.

"A double shot, please" Clover joked, but probably wouldn't say no to a little refresher either.

"Tired?" Violet laughed, handing her a glass of water instead.

"Mhm..." Clover rubbed her face. "I´m slowly running out of energy... Well, how are your squeeze-points doing?"

They exchanged their data. While Violet was doing pretty well with a total of 17 points, Clover had (still) only gathered five points so far.

"Meh... I knew I'd loose" Clover mumbled.

"It's still not too late" Violet tried cheering her up. There's still plenty of time to touch Solom-"

"DONT." Clover shot her giggling friend a glare. "Look, it's not even anything personal, I just... Feel very weird inside when I imagine me walking up to Solomon like this."

Violet's smirk widened.

"You mean like... The fluttery feeling of butterflies in your stomach? Clover, could it be...?! That you lov-"

"I will eliminate you if you end this sentence."

She couldn't hide a smile at the joke, but soon Clover had to realise that her persistence to not squeeze Solomon's tail would have drastic consequences.

"You know...” Violet thought out loud at some point. "We never thought of a price for the winner of our challenge, did we?"

"... Nope."

The ideas kept processing in Violet's head. Then it hit her.

"Or maybe... Rather than thinking of a price, let's do a penalty for the loser."

Clover's eyes wandered up to meet hers, her face curling into a "I don't like where this is going" expression.

"How abooouut... The loser..." Violet began.

"Don't."

"... Has toooo..."

"Please don't."

"...Touch..."

"Why do you hate me."

"... Solomon's tail?" Violet grinned proudly.

"... You really hate me, don't you?"

"Come on, Clover" Violet cheered. "There's still time for you to score some points~!"

Clover wanted to reply something when a weird round of girly giggles caught their attention.

Around the dining tables, a group of female succubi where currently being served by Beel.

But they didn't seem to be interested in the drinks in his hand, but much rather in the man holding them. Even from the bar, the human girls could hear their excited squeals as they kept batting their eyes at the demon.

Clover's head landed on the bar counter in a depressed sigh.

"Whatever... I don't really care about the game anyway..."

In an instant, Violet's whole tone had changed.

"Clover..." She mumbled, voice soft as the patted her friend's head.

"It's been like this the whole evening" Clover grumbled, eyes pointing to the group of succubi. "I can't blame them, but... When I hear them thirsting over Beel, I…"

"Just go up to him" Violet said. "You know Beel, it's not like he'd be interested in some random demons."

The frown on Clover's face deepened. "... And in no random human, either..."

"Stop saying that. You know he likes your company. Likes you."

Clover shook her head.

"Just... Leave me, okay. Thank you, but... I'm just a little angry at myself. I also had so many chances to squeeze his tail but... Yeah..."

Violet clearly remained bothered, but Clover was quick to change the topic.

"Did you get that Luci-butt already?"

"... No" Violet cried. "He dashed away to grab Mammon, and they vanished in the staff room."

"... That's why Mammon was tied to the ceiling fan!" Clover called out. "Explains a lot."

Violet gave a nod, however continuing with her trail of thought.

"It's been quite a while, though... He should have been around the casino area, but wasn't there... And now he's on break, but, again, I have no idea where he is."

"Go search for him" Clover said. "I'll back you up here. I need something to do anyway, so... Go get your man. There's still his tail in need to be squished, right?"

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They argued a little, but in the end, Violet accepted Clover's offer and excused herself into an early break. Violet was searching through the whole club. Asking some of the brothers, too, but none could give her a clue. She wasn't able to find him anywhere, so in her desperation, she went up to Simeon.

"Hey, Simeon? Have you seen Lucifer anywhere?"

The angel turned to greet her as well.

"Hello", he smiled. "Does he have a shift right now? If not, maybe he is using the restroom."

"Hm... I've been looking for him for a while now, though..."

Simeon mustered her for a moment.

"He might also be outside to catch some fresh air" he continued his trail of thought. "But I fear he might get a cold if he stays out for too long. Would you mind taking care of him?"

"Huh?" Violet's eyes widened in surprise.

"Lucy always had a bad habit of taking too little care of himself. So, could you check on him? I am sure he would be delighted to see you."

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When Violet pulled open the heavy doors of the bar's back entrance, a head turned towards her immediately.

"Lucifer...!" she called out, looking down on the demon sitting on the stairs.

"Violet... Did something happen?"

He was already in the movement of standing up, worry spreading in his face.

"No no, everything's fine!" Violet quickly assured him. "I just came looking for you."

He stopped mid-motion, but in the end sat down again.

"Why?"

Violet bit her lip. She decided to plonk down beside him.

"I'm also on break now. I thought we could spend it together and relax a little."

She felt his gaze on her, but as soon as she turned to face him, he was looking off into the distance.

"I am pleased to hear you decided to grand me your free time" he smiled. Then, he gave a sigh.

"However... I should probably head back in soon. Someone might need my help-"

"S-stay!"

Violet impulsively grabbed Lucifer's arm before he could escape.

They stared at each other. Until Lucifer let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, if you demand my presence that much... I fear I cannot turn down a request from you."

A little silence came over them. From the side glances Violet threw him, the demon looked kind of... Odd.

"Ah... Is there something you need from me, perhaps?" Lucifer asked. "Or why is it that you want me to stay so badly?"

And from how he looked at her, his perfect attire not shattered, but shreds of exhaustion glistening in his eyes, Violet knew that he wasn't okay.

"I'm good", she replied. "I simply... Wanted to check if you're doing good, too."

Surprise crossed Lucifer's face.

"Of course" he replied. "I am used to working until late."

However, Violet kept inspecting him.

"... Are you worried about me?" he asked. She did not really answer with more than a guilty glance off to the side. "Your worry is misplaced. I am nothing out of the usual."

Violet almost gave a grumbly noise. So he wasn't going to break through his perfect face so easily, huh?

"Okay", she said, tone almost as if she didn't really care. "You know, because I feel kind of exhausted."

Lucifer was hesitating. "... Explain."

"We've been running around for hours" Violet began to list. "The music inside is rather loud, especially near the dance hall. Mammon keeps causing trouble... Well, not only him. It's always tricky dealing with an angry Satan, too, or Beel when he's hungry, or with Asmo when he's... horny..."

The demon interrupted her by giving a huff. He had seen through her plan.

"... So you've come to pity me? Do I seem that weak to you?"

"What? No!" she exclaimed. "I would never think of you as weak!"

She made a little pause. A little nervous, she stretched out her hand to link her pinky finger with his.

"But I... Also don't think it's a sign of weakness to share your exhaustion with others... Let alone to be exhausted in the first place."

His crimson eyes met hers.

"... Why would I be exhausted?" he mumbled. "Dealing with this scumbag of a brother, keeping Beel from illegally eating food supplies without paying for them... Asmo groping strangers, Satan mocking me on purpose... Levi clinging to my side, whining that he wants to go home like some toddler... Oh, did you know Belphie locked himself in one of the toilet stalls to sleep? For two whole hours?" he was waiting for her to laugh, but had to endure her worried expression. "And then there's Lord Diavolo... Mixing his own sparks of crazy into this chaos..."

Mumbling the last part, he looked down on his clothing... Or rather the places where he normally would wear some.

Then his head perked up again.

"Why should I be exhausted?" he asked again. "All that is... Nothing out of the usual..."

Violet's lips curled into a sad smile.

Now she placed his whole hand into her palms.

"You work really hard, Lucifer."

He tried a cheeky smirk. "Words of flattery won't be enough to convince..."

But Lucifer's voice trailed off.

One could even debate that his mouth fell open just a slight bit, seeing the look Violet gave him.

So warm that it truly caught him off guard...

As if admitting his defeat, Lucifer went silent.

He enjoyed how her thumb gently brushed over his hand for a while as he was taking breaths of the fresh midnight air.

Violet was patiently waiting for him until eventually, he would speak up again.

"Aren't you cold?" Lucifer asked. "Your human body surely isn't used to the temperatures of Devildom nights..."

"Huh? No, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Oh, surely you are..." The teasing tone in his voice was back. "And I'm sure your outfit is only helping, isn't it~?"

He shot Violet some obvious glances, leading her to instinctively cover her body in a blush.

"Like you're one to talk...!" she mumbled.

"You got me there..." he chuckled. "I would lend you a jacket if I had one, but..."

Lucifer silently gestured at the arm sleeves, shrugging in a manner of "nothin doin".

He got a laugh out of her, and his relief immediately showed on his face.

"Your smiling face will have to keep me warm, then" he said.

Violet's smile turned into a blush immediately.

"Oh~?", he smirked. "A blush is fine as well, thank you~"

Struggling, Violet turned away slightly, trying not to embarrass herself even more.

Then, she felt arms being wrapped around her.

"However, I fear I have to take responsibility for keeping you warm as well..." he murmured close to her ear. "After all, it is my fault you have to sit here..."

The girl turned, and wrapping her arms around him as well, nuzzled her face into his warm skin.

"It's not your fault", she replied softly. "I chose to come and find you."

"... I still don't understand why."

"I told you" Violet smiled. "There's nothing wrong with taking a break from time to time. And if I, in any way, can help you with that, I'd love to do so."

She heard him breathe softly as he was searching for a response.

"... Thank you", he decided to say.

She squeezed him tightly. "You're welcome."

"...Stay like this for a little longer" Lucifer asked of her when it felt as if Violet was trying to pull away.

Of course, she agreed, and so they relaxed into each other’s embrace for a little longer.

Without meaning to, over time Violet's arms were sliding down his body a little, just enough to accidentally brush over something fluffy with her fingertip.

But, oh well, who would even mind gathering points for some silly game when there was something -- or rather, someone else to focus on...

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They only parted after Lucifer's phone pulled them back into reality.

Sighing, he announced the end of their break.

"I'm glad we are closing soon..." he mumbled and helped Violet stand up. "Although, cleaning the place will probably leave us with another hour of work until we finally get to head home..."

"It will be exhausting… But we'll power through it" Violet assured, squishing his hand in encouragement.

"Yes..." Lucifer nodded.

Then, he pulled her closer one last time, wrapping one arm around her waist while looking down into her eyes.

"However... I would much appreciate it if we could keep our break a secret."

"Uhm..." the girl blinked, confused. "Sure, but may I ask why?"

"No reason in particular... I would simply ask that as a personal favour."

Then, he leaned in closer. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his hand reached to her lower back.

And Violet gave a gasp as she felt how he provocatively played with her bunny tail.

"In return, I will keep your secrets safe, too."

He pulled back, responding to her dazzled expression with a sly smirk, before passing her to open the door.

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Being the gentleman he was, Lucifer held the door open, smiling at the lady as he gestured her to step inside.

"Thank y..." Violet was about to say,

Then both of them looked inside the kitchen.

Beel stood there, together with Clover, both giggling as they snacked on some sweets.

Violet wanted to smile at the sight… But the "shit, we got caught" expression on both of their faces, paired with Lucifer's tangible anger, made her frown instead.

"... Oops" Clover and Beel pressed out, simultaneously letting go of the meringues they had in their hands.

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To understand how that situation came to existence, we should go back in time to take a look at Clover's side of the story.

She was cleaning the tables when yet another giggle pulled her out of her thoughts.

The girl felt tired, and had started to count down the minutes left until she could finally go home.

She was really done with life. And those certain giggles made it only worse. She would admit that she wasn't good with things like jealousy.

She just couldn't deal with it.

Not in a way like Mammon, for example, was expressing his tsundere feelings.

No, her way of coping was more... Self hating (like Levi I guess),

And hearing for yet another time how some hot demon girls called a certain waiter over to them drove her insane.

"Do you want to try my cake, Beel~?"

Clover flinched.

She peeked up to see how a demon caressed Beel's arm as she waited for his answer to her question.

Clover couldn't see his face, but, judging from his tone, he was wearing his usual frown.

"... I'm not allowed to eat the food we serve..."

"Oh, don't be like that..." The demon responded, loading some cake onto her fork. "It's my cake now, so I decide who gets to eat it. And I really want yooouuuu..."

She stopped, then one of her friends giggled.

"Are you going to finish that sentence?"

"It's already finished", she purred, seductively winking at Beel before leading the fork up to his face.

Beel was hesitating, for two whole seconds, before chomping down on both, cake and fork.

"Oh... Not again..." He mumbled.

The girls gave a giggle.

"Beel, you're such a beast!" The main (bitch) demon hummed. "That's no good, though... I wanted to feed you another bite, but how, without fork...?"

"Guess you´ll have to do mouth to mouth feeding...", Another chick chuckled.

And as the demon girl stood up to do exactly that, Clover stomped away impulsively.

In her fury, she didn't notice how someone was calling for her. She targeted the table in the most opposite corner possible as someone pulled her arm.

Belphie was staring at her, holding her by her wrist.

"... You're pathetic" he said.

"Thank you, tell me something I don't know yet." Clover pulled her arm out of his grip. "And, what, you've got nothing better to do then watch me be pathetic?"

Belphie blinked in surprise. “I would usually agree that it´s pretty funny to watch you get angry, but I´ve seen you be like this all night. What´s getting you this agitated?”

A deep frown spread on her face, but Clover didn´t answer. So Belphie looked back to Beel.

“Is it because of the succubi? Because of Beel?”

“… Please, leave me alone…”

She didn’t see his worried expression as Belphie was trying to figure the answer to his question.

“… Are you really this insecure?” He finally decided to ask.

As her only response was a short side glare with wet eyes, Belphie understood she wouldn´t talk about it.

“Really… Both of you can be such a pain to deal with…” Belphie breathed before leaving Clover alone.

And Clover felt even worse now.

Not only being so horrible inside, but Belphie tried to help her and she rejected it.

She fought tears as she furiously wiped the already clean table.

Pathetic. Yes, she was so pathetic. Honestly, Beel was probably in better company with those succubi than with an idiotic, childish human like her-

Clover got lifted off of the ground.

Squealing, she noticed too late how arms had wrapped around her thighs, leading her to now flail in the air in panic.

"Wh-what?!" Clover panicked.

"It's time for a break" She felt the culprit cheering into her back.

"... Beel?"

Beelzebub began to head through the local, the girl still in his arms.

"Let's go to the kitchen" he said. "Belphie just told you need a break, and I need your help with something..."

Clover gave some more confused noises, but it was impossible to move in the demon's grip anyway.

"O-okay, but... You don't have to carry me, I'm probably heavy..."

She felt him chuckle. "Heavy? I can carry you with one arm. Look!"

He stretched out his right arm to demonstrate. Beel led them into the kitchen.

The local wasn't serving any food at this late hour, so they appeared to be alone here.

"U-uhm... Beel, are you going to put me down somewhen soon, or...?"

"Yeah, soon..." he mumbled, then walked up to one of the shelves hanging on the wall. "Do you perhaps see anything on top of the shelf?"

Clover tilted her head.

"Yeah, there's a box of... What's that...? Meringues?"

Absolutely delicious meringues!"

Clover gave a little chuckle at the excitement in his voice, but her expression did a full turn when she saw the note attached to the box:

'BEEL. DO NOT EAT.'

"Could you get them for me?" Beel smiled innocently.

The girl hesitated, so Beel asked again. "Please, I can't reach them alone. The shelf is up too high."

"Well... I'm guessing someone hid them there on purpose..."

"Please, Clover... I'm so hungry..."

But as he realised she wasn't going to hand him the box that easily, he let her down to rest on the counter they had been standing in front of.

"Beel, I know you're hungry, but..." she began, however halted as she noticed how terribly tired he looked.“... Are you okay?"

The demon gave a little sigh. "No... I'm exhausted... Not like after training, but just... drained." He leaned against the counter next to her. "What about you? Aren't you tired? Have the customers been nice to you?"

"Huh? Yeah, they have."

"Good" he nodded. "We were afraid that some of the guests might harass you or Violet, but I guess Lucifer's official warning was enough to scare them off..."

Clover fiddled with her fingers.

"There was no need to worry, though. I don't think anyone would have approached us… or me, at least" she said, laughing awkwardly. "I don't have a fair share of people crushing on me like you, hahaha..."

Beel looked at her. "Good. You don't need any demons trying to seduce you. I wouldn't want you to go through a hassle like this..."

"... You don't like the attention?"

He shrugged. "Not really... But I have to be nice to them, so I tend to just ignore what they say. I won't say no to free food or extra money, but... I don't really see why they behave like this."

Clover chuckled, feeling relief at his words.

"Diavolo already said it... Good-looking staff makes more profit."

Beel blinked at her, processing her words. "... Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for" Clover smiled shyly.

He went silent.

"No... No, there is", Beel then suddenly said, pushing himself off the counter to stand in front of her again. "I've been hit on the whole evening, but... somehow, it feels nice if you're the one to compliment me... You always make me feel nice inside. And for that, I should thank you."

He blessed her with a smile that, obviously, was directly followed by the girls' heart exploding in the love she felt for this man.

However, he still gave off odd vibes.

"...Beel?" Clover called out, seeing how he was deeply contemplating something.

"I was thinking of thanking you with some... Meringues" his smile widened.

"... Beel."

"They're supposed to be delicious! I could feed them to you... If I manage to contain myself. But I'd try really hard, because it´s for you.”

"Beel..." Clover sighed, watching as his puppy grin spread on his face more and more.

"Wouldn't that be nice to feed each other a nice treat...?" he changed into begging puppy eyes.

They stared at each other.

"Beel."

"Clover?"

"We both know you have wings, or could have simply climbed onto the counter if you wanted to get those sweets."

"... But I wanted to share them with you...?"

"We also both know how Lucifer tends to cast spells on the things that you are absolutely not allowed to eat. But those tend to apply to demons only most of the time."

Beelzebub went silent.

"What was that earlier?” Clover continued. “About you not wanting me to be lured by demons? And now, I find myself sweet-talked like this?"

His face had ultimately changed into sulking puppy mode.

"... But I... I'm... I really mean what I said…"

Clover crossed her arms.

"You're a sly demon, mister" she scolded. "And to think you'd take advantage of me like this...!" She fake cried in disbelief.

"I'm sorry..." he pouted.

Silence came over them, in which Clover fully knew that he was thinking of both, how to make it up to her AND how to achieve his goal anyway.

His idea surprised her, though.

"... Want to touch my bunny tail?"

"... Huh?"

"I've seen you and Violet do this to the others" Beel said. "I don't why, but you seemed to have fun, so..." He turned around to expose his tail. "AND I'll treat you with some of the meringues, of course", he added as he noticed Clover was seriously considering his offer.

Clover was grunting something. "Lucifer will kill us", she said.

"He doesn't have to find out."

"... You're evil..."

"Well, I AM a demon, after all" Beel laughed.

And as he teasingly wiggled his tail at her, Clover gave in to the temptation...

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"Beel... Clover... Would you care to explain what I have to look at right now...?"

Lucifer crossed his arms as he spoke.

Yeah, they were SO screwed.

"... Uhm..." Beel started to mumble while Clover felt her stomach turn in guilt.

"Beel" Lucifer called out again. "Could those be the meringues that I have personally bought and reserved for me to enjoy after work?"

"... There was no name written on it" the avatar of Gluttony said.

Lucifer pierced him with an angry stare. Then he turned towards Clover.

"And you" his tone had the girl shiver visibly. "Demons were unable to touch that box. Hence, I assume it was you who got them? AND ate them, as well?"

"I forced her to do it" Beel immediately chimed in.

"Huh?” Clover blinked in surprise. "Beel, no... I got them! And asked Beel to try them with me. It's my f-fault" she lied.

Now Beel was the one to look confused, and the two kind of drowned in a spiral of trying to protect the other one. But the ruckus only fueled Lucifer's displease.

Already stressed out, he felt like he was about to explode.

If not for Violet who kept him steady.

"Lucifer" she mumbled in a mellow voice, stroking over his arm in a calming gesture. "Don't stress yourself. They will buy you a new package."

Lucifer shot her about the same angered glare as he had done with the others, but softened as he mustered her comforting smile.

With a sigh, Lucifer stepped closer to Beel and Clover.

"... You are lucky to have Violet standing up for you..." he mumbled. "As compensation, I order three boxes of those meringues. Oh, and when we close the bar, do not expect to leave until everything is as tidy as can be."

"Y-yes, sir...!"

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Slowly (very slowly I know) but steadily, the evening came to an end...

A lot has happened, way too much to fit into this... One shot... Story... * glances at the total approximate reading time of one hour*

...Well. Let's not talk about that...

A little after 4 AM, every last customer had left the bar/ had been carried out of the dancing hall (like, a few of the most drunk ones literally had to be yeeted out of the local.)

Now everything that was left was cleaning up the local.

Lucifer took it upon himself to punish all of his brothers - and Clover - for annoying him at some point during this event. So those appeared to have an extra load of work, while he pulled Violet aside with him for some more leisure cleaning.

Around five in the morning, it seemed like the bunny crew was finally finished.

"Alright..." Barbatos mumbled, stepping out of the last hall he needed to check. "It seems we are done. All that is left is to take out the trash as we go."

"... How are we supposed to take out the trash? Mammon is still tied to the ceiling" Belphie mumbled casually.

"WHO DID YOU JUST CALL TRASH?!" Some Mammon screamed from the staff's room.

Clover mustered them in amusement, when Violet walked up to her.

"Ooooh, Clooveerrrr...." the girl hummed in a rather... Scary tone.

"... I don't like the look on your face" Clover stated in growing fear.

"You know... We still need to see who's won the challenge" Violet grinned.

Clover crossed her arms. "... Do we really need to compare?"

"Yes."

"Uggghhh..." Clover frowned. She pulled out her phone:

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Clover: Lord Diavolo? May we ask how many points you have?

Diavolo: I managed to gather 12 points, fair and square. How many do you two have?

Violet: I have 20 points in total... Although I'm not 100% sure if Lucifer noticed me earlier...

Clover: ...

* Clover has left the chatroom *

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"Violet, I don't want to do this."

Clover's friend mustered her with a smirk.

"Well..." Violet hummed. "I'm not forcing you, but... You did loose, after all..."

"Violeeet..."

"And look" she pointed at the hall in front of the dressing rooms. "He's standing there, alone, for some reason... It's fate, Clover."

Clover gave the ugliest growl.

But in the end she walked up to Solomon.

She didn't even know how to approach this. Should she try to make it sneaky, or just awkwardly ask?

Legs wobbly, Clover came to a stop behind the sorcerer, reaching out her hand in the same moment that he turned around to face her.

"Oh, hello", Solomon cheered. "Can I help you?"

She flinched backwards.

"Uuhhhh..."

Solomon gave her a confused look, but didn't get to say anything.

Coincidentally, Levi happened to walk up to them as well, wanting something from Solomon.

The human turned around as the two talked.

And finally…

Solomon's bunny tail got touched.

...

Clover escaped immediately. Avoiding any kind of interaction, at all costs.

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The last thing to do before everyone could return home was getting dressed normally again.

And everyone felt so tired that they really just wanted to hit the hay, when...

A panicked scream rang out of the stall Clover was changing in.

"... Clover?" Violet called out, already dressed normally again.

The girl gave continuous panicked noises, pressed out random “What is happening-?!”´s.

Then, all of a sudden, silence came over them.

“Cl… Clover…?” Visibly concerned, Violet was standing in front of the stall´s door, unsure what to do. As she didn´t get an answer, she was trying to open the door, but it was locked.

She had to hurry to get someone to help, and as her face screamed “we have trouble”, most of her friends came to look what was going on.

Barbatos had to help open the stalls door, and when Violet carefully pushed it open…

They saw a small, brown bunny sitting on the floor.

Its green eyes were staring up into the countless pairs of puzzled eyes as they tried to understand the situation.

Violet was the first one to move again. She slowly lowered herself, reaching out to the animal.

“Is that you… Clover?”

“HUH?!”

Half of the people there stared at the girl in disbelief.

“You´re telling me THIS is CLOVER??” Mammon asked with big eyes. Violet had picked the bunny up and stepped out of the stall to get a better look at Clover.

“What happened to her?” Beel asked, worry spread over his face.

Bunny Clover seemed to understand their words. Or at least, she suddenly turned her fluffy head, staring directly at Solomon.

And, well, the sorcerer stared back, an amused smile on his face.

"Ah... So Clover DID touch my tail, after all!"

"... What."

The whole group was now demanding answers.

Solomon chuckled, placing his gaze on Violet now. "I was waiting until one of you would finally approach me and touch my tail... But oddly, none of you seemed to have interest in touching it... I thought I had made myself an easy target, but I must have made it too obvious..."

Violet´s mouth fell open a tad bit.

"... So you really knew of our challenge?" She dared to ask.

But Solomon would only continue to laugh.

"I honestly thought my efforts would go to waste..." He mustered the bunny in her arms. "Don't worry though, the spell will wear off eventually."

"Eventually??" Levi repeated.

"Yes, in a few days or so."

"WHAT?!"

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The whole way back to the house of Lamentation, Violet had to deal with this grumpy, pissed, simply angwy bunny in her arms. Clover couldn´t speak, but the little facial expression she could give said it all.

“Hey, Cloverrr…” Violet attempted to cheer her up. “Don´t look at me like that… It was fun, wasn´t it?”

Bunny Clover snuffled grumpily.

Yeah, yeah, she thought. It´s all fun and games until it´s about Solomon.

Meanwhile, Bunny Clover had to endure how the brothers kept poking her fluffy fur or took pictures of her.

If she could, Clover would have given a big sigh.

THIS is exactly why I don't trust Solomon... Never did, never will...

[craby-bouquet]

잠자리 - 2.2 : Roscid

I’m half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.— Lady Gaga

~ Part 2 ~

Kwon Soonyoung x Female reader

Fantasy!AU, Romantic Comedy, Royal!AU

4k words

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Before you were even standing, Soonyoung offered you his hand. He was, of course, already standing. He never even fell on the ground to begin with, just landed on his feet.

"You're fast." You noticed.

He shrugged "I've done it before." 

You took his hand and let him pull you up with ease. You looked around, you seemed to be in a garden. Huge hedges surrounded you, filled with fruits and flowers you'd never seen before. Right before you, towering over the hedge, was a huge, beautiful, fairytale castle. There were plants, with beautiful flowers, growing up the walls and it all in all just looked magical. 

Soonyoung saw you stare at it with your mouth open, and chuckled "Wonderful, isn't it?"

"Master Soonyoung," this was the first time the guy with bat wings spoke, his voice was the absolute opposite of what you had expected, "his highness king Oberon, asked me to bring her luggage up to her room as soon as we arrived."

Soonyoung smiled at him "Go."

The man bowed at him, then he bowed to you before hurrying off.

You frowned at his figure running off.

"We have a little more time to let you take everything in at your own pace. I'm sure Oberon expects us soon, but I take it you'll need some time."

"I can't believe how beautiful this all is." You responded breathlessly,  "I'd love to explore everything with you some time, but I think it's time I meet my father."

Soonyoung grinned, and nodded "Alright. Let's go then."

The part of the huge garden you walked through was magnificent, there were so many plants you had never seen before, so many colors you wouldn't usually see. A purple tree, with bright blue fruits and tiny white flowers. Flowers and mushrooms that seemed big enough to sit on. And the castle in the background just completed it all. You almost couldn't believe this was real.

On the steps leading up to the castle doors were multiple guards, they didn't even turn their heads at either of you, just kept looking forward. They reminded you of the videos you saw from the guards in London, those that dont show any form of emotion whatsoever. They were dressed differently though, exactly the kind of outfits you'd expect from a fairytale kingdom.

The two guards at the top pushed open the big doors so the two of you could walk through the, on the of het side stood a young looking man. He had curly red hair, and a mischievous looking face with freckles. 

He smiled brightly at you before bowing deeply "My princess, it is an honour to meet you."

You weren't sure how to react to that, the bowing and formality kind of overwhelmed you "...Thanks."

The red headed guy turned his smiling face to Soonyoung "Soonyoung, it's great to see you again."

Soonyoung smiled back "Sure is, Puck. Last time I was here you were away for business I believe."

The guy, apparently called Puck, laughed loudly "When they told me you were coming, I had to flee away, as you might understand."

"Very understandable." Soonyoung forced a straight face, before bursting into laughter himself.

The guy named Puck turned back to you, his expression turned serious "My princess, we are delighted to finally meet you. You are quite the secret, and no one should know you even exist. So obviously the whole castle knows of your arrival today." He winked, "I am Robin Goodfellow, head butler, and basically right hand of Oberon. You may call me Puck." He bowed deeply once more.

You bowed your head in return.

"Oberon is so excited to meet you. He's been ordering us around, to make everything perfect, all day. He's waiting for you, my princess, so if you're ready…"

You nodded "I am." At least, you thought you were. You were never going to be 100% ready, so you just decided to go for it.

Puck nodded, and gestured you to walk after him as he walked through the long hall. As you got closer to the door at the end of the hall, something suddenly flew past your head, making your hair wave in the wind. The only thing you could see were trails of sparkles, filling the air. 

They stopped flying near Puck's ear, and you could clearly see tiny females. They weren't bigger than your hand, had beautiful wings which were fluttering in a way so they would float in the air, and they seemed to say something to Puck.

"Right," Puck answered them, "I was aware of that yes. Just make sure she doesn't get closer. Oberon's orders, are Oberon's orders and we wouldn't want to ignore those, would we?"

"Of course not Robin Goodfellow!" You heard a tiny, high pitched voice yell, "But her majesty is quite scary."

Puck nodded, a shiver going down his back "I know. But we must listen to the king." 

The little fairies nodded, and briefly turned to you before hurrying away.

Puck smiled at you, and bowed "My apologies, highness, fairies can be… tiresome."

You smiled, not knowing how to respond.

As you arrived to the big doors at the end of the hall, Puck clapped his hands twice, and the doors opened. You wanted to walk after him, into the big room leading to Oberon, but Soonyoung grabbed your arm and shook his head, to tell you not to walk in, before you could.

“Your highness,” you heard Puck say loudly, “after years upon years of waiting, I finally present to you,” 

Soonyoung let go of your arm, and started walking inside of the room, you followed him. 

“Your, lovely, daughter.”

The room you walked into seemed like a big garden on the inside of a room, there were different kinds of plants everywhere, beautifully kept up by the gardeners that were walking around even now. The throne itself was made out of the roots of a big tree that made up the ceiling of the room. 

On top of the throne sat a man, he stood up as soon as you walked through the door. He was tall and very handsome, his face seemed scalped by the ancient greeks, soft yet with sharp features. You saw resemblances between you and him, you’d always looked a lot like your mother, but there definitely were things about him that you recognised in yourself. 

Soonyoung went down a knee to bow before the man, you followed his lead and bowed down as well. After a few seconds of looking at the floor breathlessly, you carefully tilted your head to look up at oberon. He looked speechless, walking up to you slowly. Before taking your chin in his hand gently, and gesturing you to get up.

“My daughter doesn’t bow to me…” his voice was deep, soft and cracked because of his emotion. His eyes watered as he cupped your cheeks, “My daughter, my beautiful daughter… You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

You smiled at him, getting quite emotional yourself. You hadn’t thought too much about it before this moment, it never really hit you that you would meet your father. You had known you would, of course, but this, seeing him so close by, knowing who he was and what he looked like you couldn’t help but get overwhelmed by feelings. 

“It’s… nice to meet you.” is what you managed to say, not making a lot of sound. 

He smiled, and laughed “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

After the emotional meeting with king Oberon, you moved to a different room. It reminded you of a living room, just dramatically bigger. It had comfortable couches which all of you sat down on, and a few guards whom were standing at the entrances. There were a few maids who brought you tea and snacks you had never seen before, but Soonyoung assured you you could eat. 

Puck had left all of you to help out in the kitchen, but it felt like he wasn’t being honest about that. None of your business, of course. So it was just you, Soonyoung and Oberon. 

Oberon and you sat down, but Soonyoung stood behind the couch you sat down on. You frowned up at him, but he didn’t even look at you, just looked straight ahead.

Oberon sighed, clearly unsure how to break the silence that grew over you two.

“So, how are you liking Tír na nÒg?”

You nodded as you swallowed a sip of tea “It’s definitely… different. I haven’t seen a lot of it yet, but I’ve liked what I’ve seen so far… so…”

He nodded with smile on his face, “I’m glad. I’ll show you more tomorrow, we sadly don’t have enough time for now. You must be exhausted from your journey.”

You had to admit you did feel a little tired, but that was probably because of everything that happened today. It had been weird and exhausting.

Soonyoung cleared his throat to indicate he wanted to say something, Oberon nodded to tell him he could speak.

“With all due respect, highness, I think it might not be best for you to show her around. We don’t want anyone to know who she is, right?” 

You wanted to ask what Soonyoung meant, but decided now wasn’t the time. 

Oberon hung his head “I’m aware, yes. It wouldn’t be a smart move. It’s just that I want to spend as much time with her as I possibly can.”

“And you will,” Soonyoung smiled patiently, “she’ll be here for a while, you have plenty of time together.”

Oberon nodded “Yeah, I know. I will just show her around the castle, and then you could show her around our land.”

Soonyoung smiled widely “As you wish.”

It was quiet for a while after that, Oberon just looked at you, smiling fondly. You wanted to break the awkward silence, but didn’t know how, and you seemed to be the only one to find it awkward anyway.

“So, I heard some fairies talking about her highness, and I assumed they meant you wife, Titania?” You hadn’t planned on bringing that up, but it was the only thing you could think of in this moment. 

Oberon sighed, his face suddenly looked tired “I told them to keep her away. You see, my wife is… unpredictable… and I don’t know how she would react to you. So I decided it would be better if she wasn’t here. But don’t worry, you’ll meet her soon enough. Just not without me present.”

You could totally understand why Titania wouldn’t like you. You were her husbands daughter, from another woman, not the best position to be in if you wanted her to like you. You were curious about her however. Why did the fairies seem so terrified? She couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I see you finished your tea, it’s getting late and you must be tired, I will show you your room.” Oberon stood up and offered you his slender hand. 

You took it, grateful that you weren’t the one calling an end to this meeting. You wanted to get a good night’s sleep before continuing, you were too tired to continue.

You walked through the long halls, talking about all kinds of things. Soonyoung and another guard followed you closely. It didn’t take long for you to figure out you and Oberon had a lot in common. And that was an amazing feeling.

“Here we go. I made sure the staff cleaned it properly before you would arrive.” he opened a big door, which led into the most beautiful room you had ever seen. It was huge, complete with couches, an enormous bed, a big walk-in closet and a spacious bathroom. It felt like a big apartment. 

Just like in the throne room, there were plants everywhere. And not in pots or vases or anything. just growing all over the walls, ceiling and, in some places even over the floor. The most gorgeous flowers everywhere. It was everything you ever dreamt of and more, the kind of room a little girl would fantasize about. 

“I hope it’s to your liking…” Oberon snapped you from your thoughts, you hadn’t even realised you had walked into the room to look around at everything easier.

You nodded “It’s great.”

“Good. Soonyoung, I’ll show you your room, too.”

You walked after them as they continued walking. You wanted to know where Soonyoung’s room was, too. In case you needed him for something.

“I made sure to get you a room close to the princess, so you can still keep an eye on her.” 

Soonyoung nodded understandibly.

You were glad they both thought that, after all, you needed a friend in this strange place.

They stopped at the end of the hall, only a few doors away from your room, to open one of the doors. His room was less big, but still big enough to be a proper apartment. 

Soonyoung bowed to the king, “Thank you, your highness.”

Oberon smiled, “Of course, you’ve done well so far.” he turned to you, “I’ll leave you both to rest. There are clothes in your closet, don’t hesitate to wear some of them tomorrow. I’ll see you both at breakfast. Goodnight.” He walked off without waiting on a reaction.

Suddenly you and Soonyoung were the only ones left in the long hall, and you had no idea what to say or do. You hadn’t processed anything that happened in the past few hours, and somewhere deep down you knew you could wake up any moment. 

“Well…” Soonyoung started, a big, clumsy smile on his face, “What do you think? -of your father I mean.”

You sighed, not knowing what to say, “I’m not sure. I don’t think I can judge that yet.”

Soonyoung nodded understandingly “I get that, I just hope you know he’s just as nervous as you are.”

You nodded. You did know that, it seemed obvious. In your head kings were more confident, more… well-spoken. You figured he was just nervous, and that’s why everything seemed kind of awkward and weird. It would get better over time.

“Well,” Soonyoung sighed, still smiling “you should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Before he could walk into his room, you took his arm to stop him. He turned around to see what you wanted, only to find you looking at the ground. 

He gently rested his hand on you shoulder “Are you okay? Anything you need?”

You took a deep breath before you managed to gather the courage to look up at him, his eyes stood concerned.

“I… I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay with me?” Something about your room felt… off. You hadn’t thought much off it before, but now that you had seen Soonyoung’s room, something was different for sure. It could be nothing, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of it.

Soonyoung, to your relieve, smiled gently, cupping your face with his hand and looking you into your eyes “Of course. Let’s hang out in your room together.”

The only reason why you and Soonyoung were apart for a little while was, hours after you went to your room to talk, you both decided to put on pyjamas to both be a little more comfortable. For a moment, everything felt like normal. the conversations you had were like they always were and always had been, about everything and nothing, not awkward or weird or different because of your current situation. It felt like everything was normal again. You were both sitting on you bed, you leaned into him as he stroked your hair. You had no idea what time it was, or how time even worked here. But you were clearly both tired. Your voices had become slower, deeper and softer, every movement took twice as long as usual, and you were warm like one only is when they’re comfortable and tired. 

Soonyoung cleared his throat and sat up “I should probably go to my own room.” 

You once again held on to his arm, but you were too afraid to beg him to stay. You suddenly over thought it. Was it weird that you didn’t want him to leave? That you didn’t feel safe without him around? What if it would give him the wrong idea and make everything awkward? 

“You don’t want me to leave?” He whispered.

You shook your head “I… I don’t feel comfortable. Something just feels off here.”

Soonyoung shrugged “I don’t feel anything weird.”

The look in your eyes made him sigh and smile sweetly “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

You smiled sweetly, thankfully “Thank you.”

You woke up by the sound of someone knocking on your door. You were sure it was your mother, coming to tell you you overslept and had to get your ass out of bed. You sighed, still half asleep and pretended to not hear her.

It was then you realized, you weren't home, and that couldn't be your mom. 

"Your highness? I'm coming in." A sweet voice said before the door opened.

Suddenly you were wide awake, your eyes shot open and you wanted to sit up, but Soonyoung's arms around you prevented you from moving. He was still fast asleep, in your bed, in your room… with him arms around you and your head laying on his chest. Oh no.

You turned your eyes to the maid who just walked in. See looked at the two of you kind of shocked, but then got herself together and continued walking to the table.

“You breakfast, highness. The king told us to give you a bunch of things so you could figure out what you like and what you don’t. Seeing as you’re new.” she smiled sweetly, but you could see it was fake, she was confused about Soonyoung being here for sure.

You poked Soonyoung, only making him groan and pull you closer. 

“Dude!” you whispered, before fake smiling to the maid again, kind of panicking. You kept poking Soonyoung until he started to wake up. Once his eyes semi-opened and he saw you, he smiled.

“Morning...”

You shifted your eyes to the maid to let him know what was going. He clearly hadn’t noticed her before then, seeing as his eyes grew a bit wider.

“...princess. Goodmorning princess.” He didn’t let go of you however.

“Master Soonyoung, should I bring your breakfast in here or should I bring it to your room?” the maid asked.

Soonyoung smiled “Here is fine, thanks.” 

She nodded before walking out of the room again.

You pushed against his chest so he had to let you go “Dude! You were supposed to leave after I fell asleep. Remember?”

He yawned and scratched his head unbothered “I guess I fell asleep.”

“You have to leave before anyone sees you.”

He frowned, suppressing a smile “I think it’s a little late for that… And I can’t leave anyway, because my breakfast will be here.”

At that moment the maid walked in once again, a tray with her once again “Anything else you need, highness?” 

You shook your head “No, thank you.” 

Soonyoung sat up “One thing. Weren’t we supposed to have breakfast with king Oberon?”

The maid nodded, “That’s right. He couldn’t make it, something came up. He’d like to have lunch instead.” 

“Ah, alright. Thank you.” 

She bowed, and left the room.

You had forgotten all about breakfast with Oberon, but now that you were reminded of it, and got told it was cancelled, you actually felt kind of disappointed. You wanted to come here with zero expectations, but that turned out to be harder than it sounded. He already flaked on you.

“Does he do that often?” You quietly asked Soonyoung.

“Cancel plans? Not really. Only when it’s really important.” 

But what could be more important than his own long lost daughter? You shook your head to get back to reality. You shouldn’t worry about all this. He didn’t owe you anything and he definitely didn’t have to reach upto your expectations. You already had a father at home. Granted he was kinda lame, but he was there. Always. 

“Do you think she’ll tell him?” You asked Soonyoung.

He raised his eyebrows, “About us waking up together? Probably.”

You sighed, trying to hold back the wave of panic that suddenly wanted to flood your body “Will he be... angry?”

Soonyoung laughed “At you? Nah. He wants to make a good impression so he definitely wouldn’t get mad at you.”

You nodded and waited a little while before asking your next question, “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m screwed.” He laughed louder, “But don’t worry, I’m good at talking. I’ll just bullshit my way out of it.” 

That made you laugh a little “You do talk a lot of crap.”

He tried to look offended, but couldn’t control his laughter “Let’s eat now, your highness.”

You swung your arm at him to playfully hit him, but he was to fast and stood laughing before you could actually hit him. So you got up too and chased him around your room, until you were out of breath and dramatically fell on the ground laughing.

With his foot, he pinched your leg “Yo. Yo. Get up.”

You put your arm over your eyes and tried to suppress your smile “No. Just leave me here, continue without me.”

He shrugged en skipped over to his breakfast without looking back at you. You laughed as you got up anyway.

“You’re mean. Leaving me there to die.”

He already stuffed his mouth with food “You told me to, princess.” 

You visibly cringed at that word, making him laugh even more.

“They really did get you a lot.” He exclaimed sighing, as he looked at the tray the maid had brought in for you.

It was filled with all kinds of food you didn’t know, probably things from this world. You weren’t sure what you would like and what not, and you were hesitant to try anything. You literally turned your nose up at it. 

Soonyoung clearly noticed seeing as he started laughing at you again “You look disgusted.”

“I am disgusted. What is all this?” 

He shrugged “Food.”

“Ha, ha. You’re so clever.” you spat back at him, making him laugh all the more.

“This is some slow cooked mandrake, you’ll surely like that I think. Uhm, this is qirrorind bread, the castle’s cook his specialty. You should try it, it’s basically just bread. Only it’s tastier, in my professional opinion.” he pointed at the different types of food on your plate, “That’s, eh, roc split. I’m not sure you’ll like that, but you should definitely try. And this is prekkibana, you’ll love that. Pegasus pudding, don’t worry there’s no real pegasis in there. I don’t think you’d like that though…” 

As he continued explaining, and telling you what you would and wouldn’t like, it suddenly dawned on you that he knew you through and through, better than anyone. And you knew he was right about everything. About what you liked, what you didn’t like. Even without tasting it.

“Thank you. What’s your favorite?” You asked him, eager to try what he liked.

He chuckled “This one. Lance lovebird, it’s like cake, but super fluffy. It’s not the healthiest of thing, but you know me. I like my sweets.”

You picked up what he just pointed at and took a little bite. It really was like a fluffy cake, in the best way possible. Sweet, but not too sweet, and a delicious taste you couldn’t  describe.

Soonyoung probably saw you enjoying it, a big smile on his face “It’s like what you would imagine a rainbow to taste like, right?”

His childish description made you laugh, but you nodded “It’s really good.”

He bumped his shoulder against yours “I have good taste. I am an expert after all.”

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[talesfrombeyondthebelly]

“Come into my parlor,” Said the spider to the fish.

I know I’m not great at titles but oh well. This is an Eri.Vr.is oral vore fic! Mainly because I’ve been doing some rps and been caught up in the great dynamic they have imo. This is a sfw fic, but again it is a vore fic so if you turn away I won’t be offended. That said, I hope you enjoy and I’m always open to criticism!

There would be an unceremonious sigh that would come from a certain violet blooded sea dweller as he fiddled with the pieces for his latest scheme to exterminate all the land dwellers. Or at least, that would be what he had claimed he was doing, he never truly planned to execute it both due to lack of ambition and the resources. Really, the boasting and bragging about what he planned to do wasn’t as much of a threat as he liked to claim it was, and truly it was more along the lines of a need for attention than any true plans of committal. 

It had been a slow night for one Eridan Ampora, and having wasted most of it attempting to message any troll to either gossip with three of them or spew some rhetoric he didn’t fully believe. But even then, all that was accomplished was that he was being ignored while he vied for attention. All that was left was to stay cooped inside and rewatch old documentaries as he idly fiddled with historical figure memorabilia.

That was, it was all he had to do until someone had decided to free him from his self-isolation.

AG: Heeeeeeeey, Eridan. ::::) 

The sea dweller would squint, he didn’t think his rival would message him after deciding not to message her first. They had broken up when they were six sweeps due to him boring and overbearing; but some time after they turned seven sweeps, Eridan’s attempts to renew their rivalry would pay off after much work and effort. And now they had been going strong even after they hit nine sweeps old.

However, he would roll his eyes at the sight, he knew her innocent seeming spider smile was anything but.

CA: wwhat do you wwant you cerulean blowwhard dont you knoww im busy AG: I’m hurt! After all I went through to check on my dear rival! I would have thought he liked someone giving him attention. AG: Oh well! Guess I’ll just leave you to your devices seeing how you’re *so* busy, CA: god damn it wwait CA: okay maybe i got a bit of an openin in my schedule to wwaste time wwith you AG: Please! The only one who’s going to be wasting their time is me, we 8oth know you’re pro8a8ly doing something 8oring like watching one of your lame documentaries. CA: theyre not LAME theyre goin to be your miserable dirt munchin dowwnfall soon enough AG: Oh???????? 8old claim from you Ampora. Seeing how I know you’re dead wrong. AG: Anyway! You’re coming over to my hive today right? AG: Why am I even asking? You o8viously forgot. CA: i didnt forget i totally fuckin remembered our meeting at your stupid and completely ridiculous hivve AG: It’s not stupid! What’s stupid is the fishbreath who 8uilt his hive surrounded 8y the ocean when he 8arely spends any time in the water. AG: Whatever, just come over. I’m not waiting all day for your dum8ass. CA: ugh fuckin fine CA: you still havvent told me wwhat specifically you wwanted to do ovver there anywway AG : :::;)

And with that, the conversation was brought to an end. Eridan would rub his temples, her purposely vague answer meant any number of things, usually which ended in his embarrassment in one way or the other. Of course, it was better to just go over as soon as possible rather than him wasting time by speculating, even if he did plan to make her wait to purposely be fashionably late. Something to put his pompous attitude on display. Soon enough, Eridan would don his scarf and cape before leaving his hive and embarking on the trip to Vriska’s.

The trip wasn’t terribly long, mainly because traversing through the ocean was far from an issue and her home conveniently overlooked the sea. Even so, Eridan would hold make sure to wait for an extra amount of time for no reason than to uphold the gesture that he was royalty. Feeling accomplished with his amazingly petty task, he would approach the door and knock a few times before waiting for her to answer as he dried himself off as he uncaptchalogued a few towels.

Vriska would answer the door surprisingly quickly, having not had the patience to return his petty actions before pulling him inside and closing the door behind them both. The expression on her face was blatant annoyance, but that was far from the norm regardless if it was actual exasperation or not. Eridan would up look at the other troll with a frown, even since they had gotten older he would find that she had sky rocketed past him in height. He had been a respectable  height of nearly six feet, while she had him beat by additional four feet, much to his unending irritation and to her endless amusement.

“You’re late. Even after I went and so kindly reminded you of our little arrangement. Well, I guess everything’s little to me when you’re short, but the point stands.” “yeah yeah keep braggin vvris i wwas towwerin ovver you before-” “Sure, you had a few inches on me when we were six! But now we’re nine and you’re still short, how do you explain that, hm?” That would cause him to shut up rather quickly, though he would dart his eyes around and attempt to come up with a retort, only to fold his arms and huff soon after. It wasn’t uncommon for trolls to grow as much as she did, but the fact that he wasn’t one of them meant that  discussions of height were biased in her favor. Her ten feet tall favor. His violet eyes would eventually return to her cerulean ones, there had been smile on her face, one that reeked of mischievous intent. Before he could open his mouth to question her intentions, she would cover his mouth with her hand, and some of his face as a natural consequence of the difference in size between them.

��Alright Ampora, shut up for a minute and listen. I had you come over because I had a proposition that’s going to 8enefit 8oth of us. Here’s the deal: You got two minutes to hide somewhere, and I’m going to seek you out. If I can’t find you in 8 minutes, you win! And if you pick somewhere dum8 and I find you, I win! And the loser has to do whateeeeeeeever the winner wants! Sound good? ::::)”

Eridan would try to speak his response, only for Vriska to keep her hand pressed against his face, only pulling back once he felt something wet trail along it. Irritation making itself apparent with a scoff, she would return the favor by grabbing one of his hands, sticking out her tongue and  slowly pressing the wet muscle against the other troll’s hand in a rather long lick before finally letting him go. His hand utterly drenched in saliva, Eridan’s face would scrunch up as he shook his hand dry while a small tinge of violet came across his face. It made her brief taste of him all the more delicious. 

“for fucks sake fine ill WWIN your stupid land suckin game and then wwe can do somethin wway less ridiculous and more dignified afterwwards” His statement was spoken with his usual amount of sea dweller pompous pride, even if the chips were stacked against him. Even so, he held his head up high and puffed his chest out, not about to turn down a challenge that was surely easy enough to win. She had a castle, there must have been plenty of places to hide.

“Good! Now get going Eridan, unless you want to 8e 8oring and lame and make this too easy.” She’d give him a wink, teasing him over her self-assured victory and a lick of her lips. She had no problem hinting at what she wanted to do once she won, it made it fun to see him squirm.

He’d pause for a moment and confidence turned into brief uncertainty in less than a minute, “wwait you mean right noww i havvent fuckin evven gotten to-” He cuts himself off as he sees her turn away and start to count, realizing that she wasn’t even going to wait for him to prepare himself. He’d scramble off, the sea dweller handling himself incredibly well on land even when he’s running around wearing a rather long cape. 

He wasn’t used to hiding as he was often hunting for the sake of Feferi’s lusus, but he would certainly try his hand at it to the best of his ability. Of course, his first two attempts were less than idea, having run to the very bottom of her hive to try and disguise himself by burying himself under her pile of miscellaneous belongings, only to realize he was shifting too much. He’d then decide to try his hand at hiding on one of the upper floors, deciding that hiding behind her pile of treasure would have been an unlikely spot seeing how he resented her various wins against him during their FLARP sessions. Unfortunately, this would prevent him from hiding there for long, as he does grow irritated looking at her spoils and decided to leave before it caused those pitch feelings to flair too much. Ultimately, he would decide to hide somewhere so obvious, Vriska would never think to check. He was confident in this idea, so much so that he decided to take it easy and relax in his new found spot, all he had to do now was wait 8 minutes and win. He means eight.

Vriska, predictably, did not count the entirety of two minutes before she began her hunt. Rather, she stopped once she got to eighty eight and decided that was enough for her. When she turned around, she half expected Eridan to standing right there out of spite and stubbornness about the whole thing but to her delight the violet blood was playing along. The question was where to find him, if she had to guess, it was probably somewhere dumb, like him. And so her very first guess was her trophy room, because of course he would think she’d skip over her own hoard of treasure to look for him. But upon making her way up the many stairs to check, she would find not a hair of him to found. She was a bit annoyed her first guess wasn’t right, but she had extra time to spare and her next guess would most certainly be right.

Except it wouldn’t The next room would be devoid of Eridan, and the next and the next. It would seem that no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found, it raise her irritation with him, and with it her hunger. The stomach of the ten foot cerulean would grumble as she briefly put a hand on it and huffed, she had to give her rival credit, he was doing a good job at making her work for this. And here she thought she’d grab an easy snack. But the warranty of it was  wearing off as time passed on, even with her head start, it would seem that Eridan was safe wherever he had chosen to hide. She couldn’t allow this to happen, she had planned for this all to go a certain way, and the fact that it wasn’t was unacceptable. Annoyed, she’d retire to her block for a moment, purely for the sake of trying not to get too caught up and at least try to remain rational about this. Only a minute to go, there wasn’t much time left, and Vriska was certain she had searched about every place there was to offer. Unless...

Without a word, Vriska would approach her wardrobe dresser, there was no way he’d hide in there right? It’d be dumb and stupid and completely ridiculous! Well, she didn’t have time, so she would ultimately waste not a moment more as she ripped open the doors to her wardrobe and... found her prize. Eridan for one was shocked with the sudden burst of light and appearance of Vriska, who apparently been frustrated looking for him. He wishes he could have seen the whole experience, but from the noises she made he got his fair share of entertainment. “8h my g8d, r8ally!!!!!!!! Y8u hid in my wardr88e????????” There was an unending amount of vitriol pouring from Vriska now, irritation at herself and him were flowing freely, and despite Eridan’s surprise, he would waste no time in displaying adjusting himself and nodding, “of course i hid here because i thought youd fuckin ovverlook it seein howw all your attire is plain as SHIT and it wworked just god damn fine seein howw a certain obnoxious glory lovvin troll took forEVVER to find me-” He would step out with a large amount of pride, quite certain he had won, only for his eyes  to dart over to the clock in her room and his face would immediately fall. She had found him with ten seconds to spare. “wwell fuck”

Vriska would try to take a moment to herself to not have too radical an outburst, she was upset, but she also wanted to savor her prize. The expression on Eridan’s face certainly helped “Wwell fuck is right! I win! And that meeeeeeeeans you have to do what I want, and I think we both know what that is.” A chill would go down his spine, while Eridan could be clueless at times, she had given him more than enough hints as to what she wanted. It certainly hadn’t been the first time they had done such a thing, but it was more than a bit embarrassing for him, which made give her some push back on the idea. “are you fuckin kiddin vvris you didnt say anythin about this bein your prize-” “Don’t 8e coy!” She’d interrupt him immediately, taking a step closer to him as he took a step back. “ I made it plenty clear! 8esides! I win, and you agreed to the terms right? It’s only fair I get what I’m promised.” 

Another step forward and he’d take another few steps back and bump into the wall behind him, Vriska smirking as she’d get closer to him, their bodies practically touching as she leaned down towards him and her lips would slowly part, strands of saliva breaking apart as he start down that cerulean abyss, taking a few teasing swallows as she inched closer before letting her warm breath washing over him and fogging up his glasses.  A few drops of drool would fall into his face before she’d close her mouth pull away, letting the situation sink in for the sea dweller as well as calm herself down, she may have had a bit of cerulean tint her cheeks in the same manner violet tinted his. Eating someone in this manner was embarrassing after all, which was why she’d only do it in private, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Eridan had similarly shared the sentiment on the other side of the spectrum.

While embarrassment would go around on both ends, the sea dweller still contemplated making a run for it; the thought of being consumed always did trigger a fight or flight instinct, regardless of the fact that she probably wouldn’t digest him. Before he can even make an attempt however, his body is kept in place by hands on his shoulders, she had decided that she wasn’t going to give him the chance to scramble off and hide again, “I hope you’re ready, because you’re going to be in there for a while~” She would lean in again, salivating as she brought herself closer yet as her jaws widened to accept her meal. Slow warm breaths would beat against his skin as she drew tantalizingly close, all the while the fish troll would gulp nervously.

Instinctively, he would press his hands against her face as she started to lean in, he wasn’t about to let his hatemate have her meal without at least giving some fight back. One hand on her top lip and the other on her bottom, there’d be some push back as she slowly closed the distance between them yet again, it was a losing fight on his end as the predator drew closer and closer, letting him stare once again into her mouth before her tongue would slide out to press against his face and trail upwards, taking his glasses with it and causing him to loosen his hold. It was all he needed give the spider troll all the leeway she needed. Before he can even think about his mistake, she would jolt forward and wrap her lips around his neck, sealing him inside the jaws of the ever hungry troll. A hum of approval would resonate around the noble of troll royalty, reveling in the taste of victory and her meal, saliva being thoroughly slathered across his face during his various attempts to voice insults and protests. Though that wouldn’t stop him from trying. 

While it was certainly dark in the other’s mouth, being a nocturnal species meant that Eridan could see each and every detail as she made sure to truly make him squirm. It wouldn’t be long before she’d take the first swallow, letting his glasses slide along her tongue before they were unceremoniously pulled down her gullet Of course. with that swallow, he would be brought only a short distance away from the opening in her throat, as his shoulders would be brought in next. Her teeth would be pressed against his clothes to  keep him in place as his struggles and attempts to free himself grew stronger despite the situation going in the opposite direction for him. Her tongue would waste no time in running over the formerly dry parts of the troll, drenching the top of his shirt as drool as she decided to move on with her meal and take the gulp that would trap him inside her throat and bulge it out with his struggling form.

His head now captured in a pulsating throat, Vriska can continue her meal in confidence he won’t wiggle out. Her hands would move to keep his arms pinned to his sides as she moved further down his body, a hum flowing freely as she continued this consumption of him. Drool would pool in her mouth and dripping down as his chest was next to slide between her jaws as Eridan was tugged further down her throat, slightly bulging it out as he defiantly tried to move it around. Her tongue was relentless in running along the fabric she brought into her mouth, it was a bit tasteless and bland, and she regrets not shredding the shirt when she had the chance, but she ultimately makes do. Mainly by lapping at the shirt to lubricate it before taking another swallow, sending him further down the slimy gullet.

Her lips and fangs now reach his hips, and his stomach is safely contained within her mouth. Now she could have a bit more fun with him. Her tongue would curl under the bottom of his shirt to gain access to his skin yet again, an unadulterated groan escaping her to make it well known how much she just enjoyed this feeling, the noises ringing through his ears amidst his own grunts and swears. She’d stop her swallowing for a moment, reveling in the taste and wanting him to squirm a bit longer for her and attempt to fight back against the intrusive tongue as it rubbed against him,  only to end up rubbing his body more against the wet muscle, her taste buds gets all the flavor she could ever want. What probably gets the biggest reaction from her is when she gives attention to his grub scars, which are oddly enough, pretty delicious for a reason she couldn’t quite explain. But they do elicit some sounds from Eridan was well, mainly increasingly flustered insults as he keeps kicking wildly. It was quite enjoyable a feeling if she were to be honest.

While she could have kept slathering, lapping and sucking on him for a considerable amount of time, a sudden loud growl would emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she was quite hungry still. And so, she’d wrap her hands around his legs to keep them still as the next series of gulps condemned the violetblood to his fate. There would be only the briefest moment where she would remove his shoes before finally sealing the deal, tracing the last of the troll’s form down with one hand as she pushed him down to her stomach. A long sigh would come out of her as she laid on back and massage her now bloated stomach. It was a lot of work to get him down and she was blue in the face, but she had done it. She could feel him fighting and hear his complaints both of which were more than annoying when she was trying to relax, but damn, it was always satisfying to do this. 

 Eridan, for his part, always had conflicting feelings about this. His face flushed violet and his entire body was absolutely drenched in ever warm saliva, it and he was now surrounded by a brilliant shade of blue that made up her stomach walls. He attempt to push and stretch it to its limits and cause her indigestion as a form of revenge, but all he would be met with was a few gurgles as the stomach churned around him. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was going to be digested, otherwise he would have been splashing stomach acids all over him from his struggles, instead of other contents in her stomach. It included a few eight balls and dice, unsurprisingly. Despite his best efforts, he would only slightly stretch out her grey skin as Vriska could see her bloated stomach wiggling and bulging with his form, she was content to keep him in there.

It would be a few minutes before Eridan’s protests would die down and he’d resign himself for now as he attempt to get comfortable against the soft stomach lining that surrounded him. As embarrassing as this had been, he had expending his stamina and his frustration dying down to contempt. It would allow her to relax a bit more and close her eyes. She thinks she’s going to take a nap before they do anything else. She might let him out later but for now, this was just another mark of victory for her. It was fun, they’ll have to do this again sooner rather than later.

[mister-lady]

Heyoo!! Here's the fic I was talking about! It is mostly a fair amount of angst, nothing crazy, its mainly just me venting to Janus vkvkjrfj. Usual apologies for the ugly spacing, I'm too lazy to fix it all but it happens whenever i copy and paste the fic for whatever reason.

HEY. IF YOURE READING THIS IT WASNT DIRECTED AT YOU. I REAPEAT, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I ASSURE YOU IT WASN'T DIRECTED AT YOU.

Ship: stolen hats and gloves (Janus)

Warnings: hint at s*lf h*rm in one sentence near the end.

Here :)

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Matt had been in his room alone for a rather long amount of time now. He would come out and eat a little bit or to go to the bathroom and other nessecairy human needs but other than that he was all bottled up in his room. His roommates wanted to give him some time to himself incase he needed it but they started to realize that time didn't seem to be helping. Janus had volunteered to go and check on him and make sure everything was okay. However, Janus couldn't help but feel oddly hesitant to doing so.

Matt groggily lifted his head up as he heard the sound of knocking on his door. "Go away." He said loud enough for the person on the other end to here.

"I think we need to talk." Matt quickly recognized the voice as Janus's.

Matt was about to argue and tell him to leave, but he knew that that wasn't going to work. He groaned and got up and opened the door to let Janus in.

Janus let himself in and sat down at the edge of Matt's bed. Matt walked over and layed on his bed next to Janus.

"What do you want?" Matt mumbled, sounding more upset than he had intended.

"You've been up here for almost three whole days Matt, we're getting worried about you."

"I don't see why. It's not like three days is a lot. Plenty of people go away for three days."

"Matthew we care about you. We were worried when you didn't even come out at all on the first day."

"I don't see why you're worried. No on else worries. I've had times where I left for almost a week and you know who cared? No one. No one asked what happened. They said hi when I came back then acted like I never even left. So why do you care so much?" Matt spoke rather harshly. He didn't mean to vent out all his feelings onto Janus, but he couldn't help it as it all spilled out.

"Well perhaps they didn't think anything bad happened. Did something bad happen?" Janus understood Matt's pain, but he wanted to get a proper view of both sides.

"No, but it was a fucking week. Sure nothing bad happened but if one of my friends left for a week I'd shit myself." Matt's voice cracked as he tried to choke back potential tears.

Janus was taken aback, surprised to hear Matt cursing. He gently placed a hand on Matt's leg. "I'm sorry those people didn't seem to care. If you were gone for a week I assure you I would certianly be worried for you."

Matt rolled over and buried his head into his pillow. Janus reached over and carefully rubbed his back. Matt didn't expect the sudden comforting contact to make him start to cry, but it did. Janus carefully picked him up and pulled him into a hug, causing him to burst into tears. Janus gently murmured words of comfort to him.

"I dont get it." Matt spoke, his voice shaky from crying. "Why do you care so much? I hate my feelings so badly and you dont seem to mind them at all, if anything you seem to know when the slightest thing puts me off and I dont know how you put up with me"

"I put up with you because I love you. And no offence, you're not too good at hiding when you're upset. I like helping you feel better and you're feelings are never an issue to me."

Matt's grip tightened as he wrapped his arms around Janus. He was an absolute mess and he hated it.

"How come you don't just ignore me like everyone else?" Matt asked shakily.

"Ignore you?" Janus sounded a little surprised at the statement, not expecting Matt to say that he gets ignored.

"Well, technically yes. You're one of the only people that actually tries to talk to me. Everyone in my past has just used me for 'I love you's  and always asked me for comfort and that was it. Theres few rare people that actually talk with me and care about how I'm feeling. And then whenever I do try and start a conversation with someone they always conveniently leave or go and talk with someone else or hell, they dont even pretend to go offline and just ignore me straight up. I can barely tell if they do it on purpose or if they're to stupid to tell." Matt didn't mean the insult at the end but as he lashed out from anger and sadness it spilled out with it too. He couldn't help but feel as if a weight was being lifted off his chest as he spoke. After a slight pause he added, "I'm not even sure if they love me anymore or if they're too kind to hurt my feelings." Matt didn't realize until he finished speaking that Janus had started rubbing his back again and had planted a few kisses on his cheek and neck.

There was a small pause of silence, but thankfully not a bad silence; a rather soothing and comforting one instead.

"Matt," Janus started, "I'm so sorry you have to be treated in such harsh ways. Whether they do it on purpose or not you still shouldn't have to endure such a feeling. I know you've talked about feeling being ignored and I'm sorry you have to feel that way and I promise you I would never ignore you. And you shouldn't have to be someone's comfort toy. You deserve to feel as loved and be told your as loved as much as they are. You know, it's probably best if you tell them this."

"I know… I've been wanting to for a while but I don't want to hurt they're feelings and I'm afraid about sounding like a major douche."

"So it's okay if you're feelings are hurt in the long run but not if theres are for a bit so everything can be worked out?" Janus quickly, but kindly countered.

Matt couldn't help but crack a small smile. He had a fair point there. "But what if they don't mean to upset me?"

"Accidents happen and you still need to communicate it. Communication is what relationships are based around and without it, well, people can get badly hurt." 

Matt knew Janus was right but he couldn't help but feel a little bad about it. He gave it a thoughtful pause before agreeing. "I suppose I should try telling them"

Janus gave an encouraging smile and kissed Matt on the forehead. "Good."

Matt smiled and buried his face into his chest. "Thank you." He muttered.

"Of course. Now, is there anything else bothering you?"

"I mean… there is but you already helped me so much I don't want to bug you anymore."

"Matt I wouldn't ask if anything else was bothering you if I didn't want to hear it. Do you think I would've come to help you if I didn't want to?"

"Maybe you're just really nice.."

"I don't think even a really nice person would do something like that. It takes a person that cares, and you know I care so much about you."

Matt let out a content sigh at the reassurance and rubbed his hands up and down Janus's arms. "I love you"

"I love you too. Now, what is it that's bothering you?"

"Well… it's just.. I told some of my friends certain ways that I use to cope so they don't freak out or get upset if I start acting weird or differently and.. they were fine with it and I was glad and they still treat me the same when I do it but.. I use it to cope and I only need to use my coping mechanisms if I'm upset or mad over something and depending on what I'm using to cope depends on how bad it is and I understand if they aren't in a good enough mental state to also deal with my problems as well as theirs but they have never asked what was wrong whenever I use it" Matt only then realized how much he had talked again and even after the relief that came with spilling out his bottled up feelings he still whispered out a "sorry".

"First of all, you don't need to be sorry at all. Second of all like you said they might have their own things going on and can't really hold the weight of others problems, but I understand what you're getting at. Normally if someone is upset you would ask if they're okay and I'm sorry that they don't seem to do the same to you. You deserve to be cared about and worried over and you deserve to be asked if you're okay-" Janus had been cut off of what he was saying as Matt interrupted him to spill out more thoughts.

"Speaking of that, people only ever care about me when I'm sad! They only say they love me if I'm not okay and they only say I'm cool or special or I shouldn't hurt myself when I'm sad and it's stupid. Don't get me wrong I appreciate it so much but when I'm not sad they don't care about me at all! I mean nothing to them unless I'm balling my eyes out." Matt's voice had more anger in it this time, but there was still a deep look of sadness on his face.

Janus couldn't help but give him a sympathetic look. "Yes, I agree that does sound rather strange, though I'm sure they still care about you even if they don't express it"

"I hope so" Matt muttered.

"I will always care and worry about you Matthew and I love you more than I can ever say. I really am sorry you seem to have some rather troubling sounding friends and if you ever need to talk I'm here. Promise me something will you?"

Matt looked up at Janus for the first time during their whole talk , "I can try."

"Promise me if you're ever upset you won't bottle it up and you'll come and let me know? You know that you mean the world to me and I worry over you when you're not in my arms so you can only guess how I got when you locked yourself up here."

Matt frowned a bit and felt his eyes water up st the words that came out of his mouth. Janus had such a deep and sad and caring expression that Matt couldn't help but feel touched. "Okay, I promise." Matt said.

Janus gave him a tight comforting squeeze and covered him in kisses, causing Matt to giggle and smile.

"Thank you for everything you've ever done." Matt said, with for once, a hint of joy in his voice and a smile plastered on his face.

"Anything for you, love."

Matt blushed a bit at the nickname and placed a gentle kiss on Janus's forehead. "I'm going to get you back one of these days"

"If you say so~"

[mandaloriangf]

the reylo batb au debacle

long post ahead. tw: racism

i. preface

i dont make call out posts. i think a lot of people abuse call outs, like that one reylo who made a post about me that just consisted of screenshots of me venting on my own blog in the proper tags. i dont know if i would call this a call out, per se. most people (antis, reylos, and bystanders) probably already know the gist of this situation. my reason for making this post is primarily because the original post of mine has gotten rather long with me reblogging it and adding on (you can see the most recent version here) and i would like to have more of a masterpost of sorts, since im a petty bitch who can’t let things go. 

ii. the story

i was alerted by an anon to a fic, which is an a/b/o beauty and the beast retelling with rey as belle and kylo as the beast. in gaston’s place is finn. i haven’t read the fic word for word nor do i want to, but i searched finn’s name in the fic and this is what came up.

(note: most of these screenshots are from my original post, but i’ve added on with chapters that have been published since then)

“Myself if necessary; somewhere out there is my mate, and I will wait for them.” She said resolutely, holding her breath against the smell of pine and charcoal rolling off him. She had never found Finn’s scent a pleasant one.

“I believe Rey is missing,” Finn said with a scowl. “and I don’t like it when my things go missing.”

“Rey has never been yours.” Obi snapped. “She’s not a piece of property.”

“Details.” Finn smirked. “Now, are you going to tell me where she’s really run off to? Or are you holding fast to your ridiculous story of monsters and secret castles?”

Obi narrowed his eyes, refusing to entertain the brute anymore than he had to. “I think it’s time you were on your way, Finn. Please feel free to head in the opposite direction should you feel the urge to call upon me again.”

Finn shook his head, rolling his eyes heavily. “I’ll be back, Obi. I will find out where Rey is hiding.”

Obi shut the door in his face quickly, eager to be rid of the boorish oaf. He leaned against the wood, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing gently to ease his frustration. He should have been more open to Finn’s help, he could take all of it that he could get. Still, seeking aid in Finn felt like escaping the hounds to land in the fire. Hardly an improvement.  

“She’s the only one who’s rejected me. Me. The nerve of her. No. This won’t stand. I’ll track her down if it’s the last thing I do.” Finn snarled.

Finn took a long swig from his freshly filled tankard the server had just finished capping off, a small smile playing at his mouth as his plan gained more and more merit in his mind. Rey would not allude him for much longer. He would find her, and show her exactly who she belonged to.

Charles frowned. “I don’t want Finn anywhere near Rey. I don’t trust him. He’d sooner force her into mating with him as rescue her.”

They crept deeper into the forest, making sure to maintain vigilance as they scanned the forest for anything strange. Finn wondered idly how Rey would have even made it through this woods, a mere woman. When he brought her back home, he would be sure to have a talk with her about what is and isn’t acceptable.

She scrambled backwards then, her back meeting Artoo’s haunches as he pranced away. She felt distress coursing through her, wanting no part of Finn or his strange obsession with her. “You’ll not touch me.”

“Shh.” He whispered. “You’re only confused. All will be well.”

“Leave, Finn. Go back to Jakku. No one wants you here, least of all me.” She spat.

He growled low, yanking her up by her hair. “You’ll learn your place, Rey. Once I bring you back to Jakku. First though, I will take care of the bastard who dared to touch what was mine.”

“I. Am. Not. Yours.” She ground out, her scalp smarting from the grip he still kept on her hair.

“You will be.” He assured darkly.

He didn’t realize he had lost until it was too late. He glanced down, the iron bolt plunged deep into his chest. For a moment he merely stared at it, his breath coming out in heavy pants as he tried to process what he was seeing. A gurgle sounded in his chest, coughing up a spray of blood. His mouth fell open in disbelief, taking a step backwards as his hand went to the bolt.

He gripped it in his fist, tugging it outwards and throwing it to the ground. His hands pawed at the hole in his chest, blood pouring over his fingers as he swayed slightly. His knees trembled, falling to be ground and kneeling. He gave a final shuddering breath, falling forward in a slump and going still. Rey dropped the bow as if it burned her, leaning her back against the tree she’d used to steady herself and gasping for breath. She felt relief and remorse in that moment, the knowledge that she’d taken a life outweighed only by the knowledge that she’d saved one.

(context: the above is rey murdering finn to save kylo)

as you can see, finn, star wars’ first ever black lead, is portrayed as a violent, aggressive, rapey misogynist who threatens rey psychically and sexually. he believes rey, a white woman, is his property and rey must kill him to save her lover, a white man. i mean, this whole thing should be very obvious. i dont care that its fiction, i dont care that its fanfiction. fiction does not exist in a vacuum and if you believe so, biases like this WILL go unchecked. 

i was infuriated after reading this and found a note where the author addresses previous accusations of racism

I was more or less labeled as a racist today for my characterization of Finn, and I felt the need to briefly address that. It was never my intention to lead anyone to believe that my dislike of Finn has anything to do with his race. I dislike his character canonically purely for reasons that have nothing to do with the color of his skin. I obviously realize he’s not a villain, and that he’s out of character. I will not apologize for the way that I’ve written him, as I know in my heart I meant no malicious intent, but I will apologize to anyone who has thought even in the slightest that I was being oppressive or insensitive. I know myself and that’s not who I am, and that was never my intention. I want to go ahead and post this because I don’t know when my next will be and I wanted to leave it on a good note. I don’t foresee a long gap, don’t worry, but at this moment I don’t feel good about the story and I need a few days to reassess where it is going.

iii. the comments

while i easily could’ve just moved on since there are a number of reylo fics out there much like this one, knowing that this one had such popularity and such a tone deaf author, i decided to venture into the comments and lo and behold, the amount of hate for finn was blinding. 

there are plenty more, but i hope this can give you a taste of what the comments section looks like. 

the author’s hate for finn basically boils down to this: he’s indecisive and he lied to rey. that’s it. that’s what the author uses to justify writing finn in a vicious, anti-black stereotype. 

at some point, an anonymous commenter called out the racism.

a concerned citizen: So are you ever gonna address how racist your characterization of Finn is or what.

ktf: Oh lord. No because it’s blatantly not true. He is characterized heavily in concordance with the classic Gaston character. Possessive, arrogant, pig headed… Your complaint is reaching and you can take it elsewhere. Jeez Louise. So silly. Have you even seen Beauty and the Beast? I don’t like Finn as a a character in canon for reasons that have nothing to do with his race (because I admittedly love John Boyega irl as well as in Pacific Rim, the only other film I’ve seen him in) and as such I characterize him as an asshole for my own self satisfaction.

a concerned citizen: Look I love Reylo as much as the next guy but if you need explaining why it’s racist to make the black character who is, in canon, nothing but a kind and supportive friend, into a sexually aggressive misogynist then I don’t know what to tell you. It costs zero dollars not to demonize black characters for your own “self satisfaction.”

ktf: So, to be clear, if I had used ANY other character from the film who had been kind and supportive, Poe, Han, Holdo, Leia, Snap, Kaydel, Luke… as long as they hadn’t been a POC it would totally fine? Do you see my confusion? It’s an alternate universe.

a concerned citizen: A: Demonizing black men as sexual aggressors bent on possessing/raping white women is a long-standing trope used by white supremacists. It’s done to dehumanize black men and drum up fear in white folk so that they feel threatened enough to commit acts of violence. This is one of the most basic tactics of antiblack racism.

B: Gaston was never a part of the original fairy tale. He was made up for the Disney adaptation to add tension and to counterbalance the Beast to make the message crystal clear for the little ones watching– don’t fear The Other. Gaston represents the cultural hegemony of masculine behavior in Belle’s culture; the Beast, on the other hand, is The Other, the outsider, the marginalized force. Black people have practically been The Other in Western media for centuries. Now I’m not telling you that you have to make Finn the Beast or else it’s bunk, just that you have to be aware of the characters’ roles and what they fulfill in the narrative. Making Finn the Gaston character was a conscious decision you made– you took a black character and plopped him into a role that was specifically made to be the representation of toxic masculinity, that decision isn’t made in a vacuum.

C: Absolutely no one is holding your feet to the fire to make sure that you follow the plotline of the source material verbatim. Certainly you took liberties with what form of beastliness Kylo had, so you could have similarly chose to alter Gaston’s characterization in some way or you could have made Finn a different character entirely. Like I mentioned before, Gaston was not in the original fairy tale and so the narrative works fine without him. Finn exhibits none of Gaston’s character traits in canon so you chose willingly to sand him down so you could fit a square peg in a round hole– an action that, as mentioned previously, reflects the rhetoric of white supremacy for the past few centuries.

ktf: Okay. You know what? You obviously woke up this morning itching for a soapbox. So, may the force be with you and may your crusade keep you warm at night. This is a fan fiction, not a doctoral thesis, so if you don’t mind I’m just going to continue living my life. I can assure you no thoughts of “demonizing” a race ever crossed my mind while writing this. It’s not who I am. This doesn’t deserve my time because you, A. Know nothing about me. B. Obviously have way too much time on your hands. C. Aren’t worth the stress you’re causing. Have a blessed day!

iv. the aftermath

since my original post, i have been silently blocked by the author. antis who are poc have gotten anon hate, which has often been radicalized while i, a white anti, have not received anything wrt this fic. the author has gotten cocky about the whole situation, she has a bunch of adoring readers who coddle her, and she refuses to listen to any form of criticism.

now that i’m at the end of this post, i’m not really sure what i want to come out of it. i wanted to include more, but there’s so much shit to wade through in the comments and that doesn’t even account for what’s on the author’s tumblr. reylos, this shit has to fucking stop. you need to hold each other accountable, you need to call each other out bc this is exhausting. 

[dreadhaus-literature]

{Story} Cold Comfort

What’s a mortician to do when the love of their life is just out of reach? A temporary replacement is just cold comfort for the time being. It can’t last, after all—

True love never dies.

Chapter One

A Dreadful Dalliance sits at the end of a long, forested road, the gate-keeper to a sprawling cemetery that will eventually be the resting place of every soul in New Senzannini. The Mortuary has been in operation for nearly a decade and has earned it’s sterling reputation as a thoughtful, caring place to bring your loved ones for their last rites and a compassionate send-off to the next stage of life. Owned and operated by Dot Dreadful, the Mortuary handles all post-mortem operations, from the preparation of the departed to the funeral arrangements, and though the morgue is fully staffed with plenty of attentive, devoted staff, there’s only one mortician on staff--Dot. Now that the owner of the Dalliance was growing too pregnant to be on her feet, or surrounded by the chemicals necessary to do her job, it left a gaping hole to be filled or New Senzannini’s only mortuary was going to be temporary closed. That wasn’t an option, and that left Dot Dreadful with only one alternative.

“You’re hiring a temp?” Felina Frenzy, known more intimately by her birth name Monica, glanced up at her best friend with a curious tilt of her head. “Do they even have temporary morticians?”

Dot Dreadful didn’t glance up from the stack of papers in her hand; there was so much involved in handing her business over while she was on maternity leave and she should have started preparing for this months ago. “Ah, yes and no. It’s something of an unspoken code that you help out a fellow mortician if they need it. We often consult with each other on difficult preparations or if one of us is handling a coroner’s report dealing with suspicious circumstances. That sort of thing.”

Monica nodded, turning back to the training manual in her lap. “Were you able to find someone to help you out?”

“The city coroner offered but he’s...” Dot paused in her reviewing, glancing up at the ceiling. “How do I put this diplomatically...he does as well as one would expect a coroner to do when dealing with living, breathing bodies after he spends all day with cold, dismembered corpses.”

Monica laughed, nodding. “Makes sense. So he wouldn’t be any good handling the people aspect of the job.”

“Definitely not.”

“I mean, you know I’m always fine to help you out,” Monica crossed one leg over the other, meeting Dot’s gaze over her desk. “But I don’t know why you think I’m going to be any better handling the people aspect of your job.”

“You’re better with people than you think, you just don’t like them.” Dot turned back to her lists. “I don’t like people either but I manage this job just fine. You’ll be a peach, you always are.”

“...But you’re not expecting me to do the hack and slash part of the job, right?” Monica ventured. She didn’t and wouldn’t tell Dot no, but it wasn’t like she had the technical training to prepare a corpse for burial.

Dot shook her head. “Not at all. I thought of a compromise. Since you offered to help where you could, I figured you could handle the managerial side of things, keep the staff running smoothly, sort of...just sit in this chair right here.” Dot patted the arm of her desk chair. “You’d be the boss, supervising the day to day operations, and I’d hire on a temporary mortician to solely be responsible for the more hands-on part of the job. You guys would tag-team it.”

Monica looked thoughtful before she nodded. It seemed a solid enough plan. “But the city coroner wasn’t interested in working that way?”

“Roger’s a decent guy, but he’s also been the city coroner for like, eighty years,” Dot exaggerated dryly. “He wants to work this alone, and I just don’t trust him to handle the entire process. I’m not going to ask you to try and deal with his gross man ego while you’re doing me a favor, holding this place down while I’m off.”

“I would have been fine, Dottie.” Monica closed the lid of the training binder, handing it back to Dot since the woman as still adding pages to the already thick instruction manual. “I’m not unused to men’s egos.”

“I know, love, it’s not about you not being able to handle it, but more why would I subject you to that when you’re doing me a favor? Especially since I was able to find a mortician who had no problem with staying below and just prepping the bodies for you.”

To Monica, that sounded reasonable enough and why wouldn’t it be? A Dreadful Dalliance has been Dot’s first baby, but now that she had actual babies on the way she needed help taking care of her “firstborn”. Monica had been friends with Dot for years, since before the Mortuary, so of course she’d been here through it’s conception and it’s construction, and it’s subsequent years of operation. How many hours had she spent with Dot in this office, working on her own projects? Being a novelist and illustrator afforded Monica plenty of freedom to set her own schedule and since her newest literary masterpiece was circulating and topping lists, she had some much earned downtime--granted one might not consider managing a mortuary as “downtime” but Monica knew the staff here was pretty much self-sufficient and short of just sitting in here and being present should any emergencies present themselves, it really wouldn’t be too taxing. Dot had spent the last couple weeks preparing that thick manual for Monica to have and she’d also insisted Monica call her if need be. Dot may be approaching the bed rest phase of her pregnancy but that didn’t mean her vocal chords didn’t work--Monica didn’t say this, but she was going to do whatever she needed to not have to call Dot. She wanted to do this, to help Dot out when she needed it, and with Dot taking care of the second part of her job with finding a temporary mortician, it all seemed to be falling into place without a hitch.

“When do they start?”

Dot reached over for her desk phone. “They already have, actually.” She pressed the intercom, connecting her to the morgue in the basement. “Can you come up to my office please, Glad?”

“Can do, Miss Dreadful!”

The chipper reply to Dot hadn’t been what Monica was expecting, especially coming up from the dark, cold recesses of the morgue. She actually blinked in surprise, but Dot just flashed her a smile and turned back to scribbling last minute notes in the margin of the list in her hand.

A scant few minutes later and there was a knock on Dot’s office door before the new hire let himself in and Monica got her first look at the partner she’d be working with over the next several weeks.

“Monica, this is Gladwyn Charles. Gladwyn, this is my closest friend and your new boss, Monica.”

The man Dot named was still in the process of ducking into the room when she made the introductions, his impressive height making the frame of the door a little bit of a hazard. He was wearing a floor length black latex apron but all that did was elongate his already tall frame even further; it stopped at his ankles, revealing polished black dress shoes that were a compliment to his black slacks and the white button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had on a bow-tie that was red rather than black, and that fiery crimson adornment drew Monica’s eyes further up to the same blaze of red that surrounded his head like a halo. Gladwyn Charles was a true redhead, his hair the color of blood, a stain of rose around his pale skin and he wore it long, braided and over his broad right shoulder. it nearly reached his waist, but it seemed even the braid couldn’t tame all the wavy strands, as curls sprang free to frame his square features, brushing the hollow of his freckled cheeks. Gladwyn had a dusting of freckles not unlike stars across the bridge of his nose and the crest of his cheeks, bringing Monica’s gaze to his long lashes and the deep, rich forest green of expressive bright eyes. His glasses were perched a little low on his nose; the frames were silver and square, fashionable and sleek, but Gladwyn’s smile didn’t speak of arrogance that came with wealth. The smile was big and bright, but as Monica continued to stare at him it only seemed to grow...bigger, brighter, reminding her of an animal baring it’s teeth. It was almost aggressive, his smile was so prominent, but nothing dangerous reflected back at her in those eyes--eyes that were riveted to her face. Gladwyn didn’t even turn when he closed the door, keeping his gaze on Monica as he pushed the door closed with one long-fingered hand.

“Ah, Miss Frenzy. It’s an honor to finally meet you,” Gladwyn made a show of wiping his hand one final time on his slacks before offering it to Monica. “Miss Dreadful has told me so much about you. I feel like I already know you.”

Monica stood to take Gladwyn’s offered hand. “M...Monica, please. And your name is...?”

“Gladwyn.” He laughed a little sheepishly, but still hadn’t taken his eyes off hers. “I know it’s a little unusual. You can call me Glad if you’d like. Or Charles, or Charlie. Even Smiley!”

From her desk, Dot’s eyebrow rose. “Smiley?”

“It’s a nickname from college.” Gladwyn answered Dot, eyes still on Monica as he kept hold of her petite hand. “Because I smile all the time.”

Monica would have ventured to bet it had more to do with Gladwyn’s smile being...hard to forget. It was almost painfully wide, as if he were the world’s nicest man. She gave Gladwyn’s hand a firmer shake, and though he released her hand...she felt the reluctance. She’d let his hand go several dozen seconds before he finally released her, but she tried to push that from her mind. Dot had warned her years ago that morticians were sometimes...odd. Like those who work in IT, only certain people want to play with the dead all day long; typically it’s those who don’t play well with the living. Gladwyn was probably just a little awkward from interacting with those who can’t interact back, day in and day out.

“Nice to meet you, Gladwyn.” Monica stressed his name, ensuring she said it right. Gladwyn’s eyes brightened.

“I assure you, Miss Frenzy, the pleasure’s all mine.”

“Monica, please.”

Gladwyn paused, his throat working before he spoke, inclining his head down in a show of respect and slight reverence. “...Monica.”

With Gladwyn much closer, Monica was able to discern even more from the tall mortician--like his tattoos. She could see at least four, though three of them were thick black bands on his left wrist, leading up to his elbow. When he finally turned to face Dot, Monica was petite enough to see there was a smiley face tattooed behind his right ear. Smiley really did seem to be a moniker that fit this unusual mortician. Gladwyn was tall and thin, but he wasn’t without some muscle mass. Now that he was closer, Monica could see his forearms and biceps laced with sinewy muscle, likely from lifting dead weight all day, and though his slacks left a little more to the imagination she assumed his entire frame was the same way., and she’d felt for herself how strong his hands were. Gladwyn was definitely not what came to mind when one thought of the word mortician; well, except for that smile. That was not a normal man’s smile, but Monica also couldn’t put her finger on what was wrong with it. Did he smile with too many teeth? Was it just too...eager? She shook her head slightly as if to clear it, moving to take her seat again--almost startled back into standing with Gladwyn extended his arm to help her into her seat before he took the chair next to her. When she looked up at him, intending to thank him, he smiled at her and her voice died in her throat. Eager was definitely a good word to describe Gladwyn’s smile.

Little did Monica know, but eager was a good word to describe Gladwyn Charles as a whole. The Dalliance’s newest hire initially comes across to others as unassuming, even if he was on the tall side with a head full of long, flaming curls. Gladwyn never minded that he had a tendency to blend in a little in the background; he’s perfectly fine with allowing someone else the spotlight because he’s a perfectly polite gentleman. Nice guys may finish last but Gladwyn would happily smile in the face of anyone quipping that at him with a, “True, but the tortoise always beat the hare, didn’t he?” before turning back to the task at hand. Gladwyn has gone through life with the intelligence to understand human nature, and the self-awareness to know he doesn’t always fit in. He’s aware he’s a little awkward but that awareness also allows him to fake it, to cover his tendency to make others uncomfortable with a self-deprecating joke or by being so polite others simply can’t be rude to him. If one were to ask Gladwyn he’s not sure why others are so put off by his smile; he thinks his smile looks just fine! After all, he practices in the mirror. His teeth are straight and white, and his eyes sparkle a little when he smiles--so what could possibly be wrong with him? Friends in the past have told him he just looks a little “creepy” or “crazy” when he smiles, to maybe try not smiling so widely...but if he’s happy, why shouldn’t he smile with all his teeth? For all his intelligence, Gladwyn can’t figure some aspects of human nature out, and that was one of them. Being too eager, too friendly, too clingy was perceived as a bad thing and he just didn’t understand that. That was why none of his friends ever stuck around for long. That was why none of his previous relationships ever worked out. Gladwyn simply cared too much. He was simply too eager.

Gladwyn slowly lowered himself into the chair across from Monica, eager green eyes devouring her in a way he knew he had to get under control, it wasn’t socially acceptable for him to stare this long but it was an enormous struggle. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful before in his entire life. Dot had told him a lot about Monica, he’d listened with his usual attentiveness but now, now he was calling upon his memory for every single detail from his previous conversations with his employer for the tiniest morsel he could glean about Monica. Even as his mind worked, his eyes did their job in committing everything he could about her to memory; her bone structure was impeccable, feather-light and delicate, and he ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips at the urge to pepper kisses along her jaw just to follow that tempting line to her throat. Monica sat like an empress in the high-backed chair, her posture so regal he felt the urge to shy away, to shrink back because he didn’t deserve to be so close to her...but how could he not be? Who could possibly stand to be away from such an ethereal creature? Was she even real? Gladwyn’s long fingers pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the focused lenses providing him with further admirings to commit to memory. Their eyes were the same color, green, but hers were brighter than his, a feminine compliment to his masculinity that made his heart skip a beat in his chest. Her hair was short, a bob that complimented her profile so devastatingly he had to slowly grip his fingers along the arm of his chair to stop from wanting to touch her hair. It shimmered, caught the office lights as if flirting with him, teasing him with how soft it must feel.  And he knew how good she smelled; he caught the wisps of her perfume to the moment he’d stepped into the hallway outside the office and now that he was close enough to scent her effortlessly he focused on dragging the scent of her into his lungs, desperate to commit the scent to memory so he���d be able to recall it at will.

The simple act of meeting had never been so poignant to Gladwyn before in his entire life. How many hundreds of people had he met in his decades of life? None of them compared to this, none of them had ever affected him like this, like Monica. He knew her name was Felina to the public but she’d told him to call her Monica, the same name Dot was able to call her...that must mean something. To Gladwyn, it did. She’d shaken his hand, smiled at him and insisted, twice, that he call her by her birth name. A name intimate, known only to family and friends...that included him, now. How nice of her! How sweet...who would have thought a woman so beautiful, so stunning, would also be so kind?

“Gladwyn?”

The older mortician blinked behind his glasses, before turning to Dot. “Y-Yes? I’m...terribly sorry, I must have spaced out.”

Dot laughed, eyebrows raised. “You are wearing a face mask down there, right? Those are some pretty strong chemicals we work with.”

Gladwyn took the easy out with a gracious laugh, his rich tenor a compliment to that ever-present smile on his pale face. “Yes, of course, of course. A thousand pardons, what were you saying?”

“I was saying, Monica is the one I was telling you about, who will be sitting in my chair here while you’re working down in the morgue. She’ll be handling the operations, managing the rest of the staff and funeral arrangements. She’s got full authority and she knows how this place should run,” Dot looked between Monica and Gladwyn with a smile. “And love, Gladwyn has been familiarizing himself with the morgue downstairs over the past few days, shadowing me, and shouldn’t have any problems handling the hack and slash part of the job.”

Gladwyn cleared his throat slightly, his red brows pulling in at the center as a barb of jealousy seared across his chest. He’d known Dot for a couple weeks, knew her to use terms of endearment liberally and it had never bothered him before, but just now, her use of love directed at Monica rose like bile at the back of his throat. He didn’t particularly like that...and he didn’t particularly understand why.

Monica and Dot were both unaware of Gladwyn’s inner turmoil and confusion, mistaking his throat clearing and the shifting in his seat as mere fidgeting. Monica nodded, returning Dot’s smile before she turned it to Gladwyn.

“Shouldn’t be too much of a problem to keep this place running smoothly while Dot’s gone, right?”

“Hm?” Gladwyn locked gazes with Monica before that smile of his returned in full force. “Oh, I highly doubt it. You seem a very capable woman, Mis--er, Monica.”

Monica’s laughter was a touch nervous at the compliment, most especially coupled with the sincerity behind Gladwyn’s glasses. He held his smile while he held her gaze, and Monica had to resist the urge to blush under such open attention. He was certainly a...nice guy.

“I drew up manuals for both of you while I’m gone, and Gladwyn I told Monica to reach out to me if you guys run into any problems.” Dot tapped Monica’s manual on her desk; Gladwyn’s was down in the morgue and he’d already been making use of it. “The Staff has already been prepped to treat the two of you as co-owners while I’m gone, so you shouldn’t have any issues there either.”

“Seems you really have thought of everything, Miss Dreadful.” Gladwyn sat back in his seat; his gaze appeared to be on Dot...but he was watching Monica out of the corner of his eye.

“I highly doubt it,” Dot replied, resting her chin on her hand. “But, I trust Monica and with you here to help her, Glad, hopefully it won’t be too rocky for her.”

“You have my word, I’ll look out for her.” Gladwyn’s smile was once again aimed at Monica. “She’ll be in good hands.”

A nervous flutter of butterflies rushed up Monica’s ribcage and she had to look away; Gladwyn was clearly a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and the genuine show of emotion in his eyes, on his face, made her nervous. Who was so nice this early on? Was it possible for someone to just...be this kind? It had to be, because here he was, giving her a million-watt smile with promise written all over his face.

“Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”

Monica took the reprieve where it was offered, looking up at Dot. “What’s that?”

Dot gave her a smile, looking between Monica and Gladwyn with her hands out in a gesture. “How about dinner?”

The Tower was a high-end restaurant with an established clientele, but there was nowhere New Senzannini’s literary elite and established death beautician couldn’t eat if they wanted to. There was no need for a reservation and the trio were ushered from the hostess podium to the best table in the restaurant, immediately; afforded their privacy but with attentive staff at the ready. Dot eased down into her cushioned seat with a sigh of relief to be off swollen ankles but it was something Monica missed, because Gladwyn was standing beside her chair with it pulled out for her, gesturing to it with that curious smile of his. She offered him a nervous but grateful smile in return as she slowly sat down, startled at how easily he settled her against the table. Even for the muscle she’d seen he was stronger than he looked, but Gladwyn would argue she weighed next to nothing at all. He had half a mind to order for her to ensure she was even eating enough; a thought that darkened his brow as he settled into his own chair to Monica’s left. Now that they were out of the Mortuary, Monica could see all of him as he was out of his apron and he filled out his tailored suit well. He’d also rebraided his hair before coming out and with his wealth of hair pulled back from his face in an elegant french braid, Monica had to admire Gladwyn. He was a handsome man. As if sensing her staring, he turned to face her, his smile catching the ambient lighting and she had a new appreciation for his bone structure, the way the shadows flirted with the hollows of his cheeks, the high cut of his brow.

“I’ve never eaten here. Have you?”

“A-Ah, a few times,” Monica nodded. “I’m...surprised you haven’t.”

“Why’s that?” Gladwyn’s head tilt reminded her of a puppy.

“You...well, don’t mind me saying so but you look like you come from money.” Monica was hopeful the low lighting of the intimate restaurant hid her blush well enough as she moved her napkin to her lap.

“Why would I mind such a sweet compliment?” Gladwyn’s voice was rich and warm as he regarded Monica. “I do, come from money, but I don’t get out much. Surely Miss Dreadful has explained we morticians don’t keep much living company?”

Monica couldn’t help the laugh. “I a-am her only friend.”

“Hey hey,” Dot snapped her cloth napkin before pointing between the two of them. “That is a thousand percent by choice. Other people are the worst.”

“I’m not gonna argue with that,” Monica put her hands up, but as she moved to take the menu from their waiter, she was surprised to momentary silence when Gladwyn reached over, took her menu, and then handed it to her. “T-Thank you.”

“Of course.” Gladwyn’s tone was still warm, amiable, but he cut his eyes to the waiter as if daring the other male to say something. When the server cleared his throat and turned his attention to Dot, Gladwyn returned his gaze to Monica and his entire posture relaxed. His smile had never wavered.

The entire premise of dinner between the three had been Dot’s way of breaking the ice between her best friend and the new hire at the mortuary. She didn’t want to leave Monica with this new mortician for hours and hours a day, for weeks, perhaps months, without forming a sort of tentative relationship between the two, for Monica’s comfort level more than anything else. Part of why she’d hired Gladwyn was because he was such a nice guy. She’d called every colleague, boss, and even two of Gladwyn’s college professors to run him through the wringer to make sure he came out squeaky clean but every test Dot put him through, he passed. Everyone had something nice to say about Gladwyn, that he was an eager student, a polite co-worker, a diligent employee. He never called in sick, he never had any brushes with the law; hell, one of Gladwyn’s old employers stated he actually said, “Please,” and “I’m sorry,” to corpses if he mishandled them or when he needed to do something particularly invasive. Gladwyn was polite to a fault, and he was a certified nice guy. Granted, a couple people had mentioned his smile giving them the creeps, and Dot had to admit there was something a little off about it, but you can’t judge a guy by his smile, right? Besides, finding a mortician who wasn’t considered at least a little creepy was like finding a needle in a haystack. Dot had interviewed enough fish-eyed weirdos to know, Gladwyn was as good as she was going to get on such short notice. Judging by the swelling in her ankles just from the walk from the Mortuary to her truck and then into the restaurant, Dot was days away from being confined to bed--so as the saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers.

Still, Dot lifted her water glass to her mouth as she looked between Monica and Gladwyn; they seemed to be hitting it off well. Gladwyn’s smile was a prominent thing, Dot noticed he really did smile all the time, but it seemed different when he looked at Monica. Dot noticed things like this, she paid attention, but it didn’t raise any alarm bells. He simply seemed to really enjoy Monica’s company and honestly who wouldn’t? Dot had been friends with the other woman for over a decade; she knew the kind of effect Monica had on others and even if Monica would deny it to her grave, Dot knew better. Gladwyn was proof enough; the man was hanging off her every word. Dinner would be the first step to solidifying a good relationship between the two, and as long as this went well, Dot would be confident in going on maternity leave knowing her best friend, and her place of business, were in good hands.

“So, I know plenty about you Gladwyn but Monica doesn’t,” Dot turned to the duo as the waiter took their drink orders to the bar. “Why don’t you tell her a little about yourself?”

Gladwyn would have opened a vein to get Monica to talk about herself, but he swallowed that graphic visual with that smile of his, moving his hands to his lap as he nodded a few times, his attention swiveling to Monica effortlessly. “Well, what about you like to know?”

Monica blinked a few times, unsure what to ask. She floundered a little before blurting out. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Corpse blue.”

Gladwyn dropped his reply like a body onto the table, so serious in his delivery that Monica was left staring at him, her eyebrows slowly creeping upward. “R-Really?”

“Oh, no!” Gladwyn shook his head with a rich laugh. “I’m sorry, no, that was a little mortician humor. It’s just blue, my favorite color is blue, it’s just, you know the corpses turn blue when they’re frozen. I thought I’d have a little fun with it.”

Dot rolled her eyes as she reached for a hot roll from the bread basket at the center of the table. “You know our type of jokes never go over well with anyone.” She gave him a pointed look as she tore open the steaming bread. “Especially when they’re that corny.”

Gladwyn’s laugh was sheepish but genuine, and Monica had to respect a guy who could laugh at himself.

Throwing him a bone, she joined in the laughter, nodding. “No, no, I get it! That was, that was clever.”

Gladwyn paused at the compliment, his posture straightening not unlike a flower given a little bit of sunlight. His eyes were riveted to watching Monica’s chest rise and fall with her laughter, his own pulse quickening as he swallowed around his attraction to her. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? No one ever really laughed at his jokes; he knew they were a little awkward and probably not in the best humor, but she called it clever. She thought he was clever. His pulse reflected just how much he liked that, basked in that knowledge, that such a beautiful woman found his wit to be...worthy of her beautiful laugh. It had sent him over the moon to walk into this restaurant with her; he saw the way heads turned, the whispers that the Felina Frenzy was here and though he felt that curious jealousy again, part of him using his impressive height to shield her from inquisitive, needy stares, there was also pride that he was there with her. That others recognized she was there with him. He really liked that thought.

“May I ask the lady’s favorite color?” Gladwyn took the opportunity to get to know Monica same as she was doing with him. He was eager to know her inside and out.

Monica gestured with a smile. “Blue, too.”

It may not be a monumental thing, sharing the same favorite color as someone else; there are only so many colors in the rainbow, after all--but Gladwyn felt that connection like a bolt of lightning. They...they shared a favorite thing? It brightened his smile, widened it until he felt his cheeks ache but he welcomed the sensation. It made him so happy!

“Excellent choice,” he complimented with a conspirator’s playful wink, trying to play it cool when inside, his heart was turning somersaults. Monica’s laughter was light but genuine and it was wreaking havoc on Gladwyn’s nerves, shredding him until he was rubbed raw, left vulnerable to the next tempting thing she was planning to do. He swallowed again, looking up gratefully as their drinks were brought to the table.

“That better be a virgin,” Monica eyed Dot’s Bloody Mary, and Dot gave her a playful look.

“Only thing about me that is, obviously,” she gestured to her generous bump before taking a sip of the blood red concoction.

“What did you get?” Monica turned to Gladwyn, trying to keep the conversation between them going. She knew without having to ask Dot that the reason they’d come to dinner was so she and Gladwyn could get better acquainted...it just helped he was easy to talk to.

“Ah, you’ve caught me, I’m afraid.” Gladwyn lifted his foaming glass with a sheepish grin. “It’s a Dry Stout. I’m Irish every day of the year, not only on St. Paddy’s.”

Monica eyed the glass; it was so dark she couldn’t see through it, and almost resembled coffee though she knew it to be an ale. She laughed a little at his joke, missing his grin brightening in response as she was still admiring his drink choice.

“What have you gotten?” Gladwyn took a swig of his drink, curious eyes on Monica’s beverage choice. It was peach-colored, bubbly, and served in a long-stemmed champagne glass.

“It’s a Gigi,” Monica supplied. “My family is originally from Italy so I’m pretty well-versed in expensive cocktails from Europe.”

Gladwyn’s laughter was honest and washed over Monica as he gave her his undivided attention; she could definitely respect that the man was genuine, there didn’t seem to be anything fake about him in the few hours she’s known him. It was laughter she joined in on, picking up her flute for a gentle, feminine sip.

Gladwyn watched her without blinking, committing her movement to memory with ease; she moved with the grace of a feline, her manicured nails a compliment to the expensive cocktail kissing her lips the way he longed to do--Gladwyn came from wealth and affluence, he knew what it was to be among the elite but Monica was simply on another level. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest to hear her family was of money, she carried herself like a queen and why shouldn’t she? Her throat worked as she swallowed and Gladwyn felt it like a punch to his gut; his muscles actually tightened, his abdomen turning flips as he struggled to get his attraction under control. Monica was doing something awful to him, stealing all his attention and he’d never once felt such a strong pull to another human being in his entire life. The more time he spent in her company, the less he was confused by what was happening. Love at first sight wasn’t an easy thing to dismiss, but it was an easy thing to pin.

“It’s probably rude to ask your age, Gladwyn, but I’m having a hard time pinning you,” Monica set her glass down, meeting Gladwyn’s gaze effortlessly--because he was already looking at her. “So can I ask?”

“You can ask whatever you like, my dear.” Gladwyn would have aged himself with such a formal saying, but at least the slight accent in his rich tenor made sense now that he’d given away his heritage (as if his hair and freckles hadn’t been enough indication) and that endearment certainly came out smoother than the ale in his hand. “But I’m thirty-seven years old.”

“You don’t look it,” Monica reassured, but that was only partially true. Gladwyn didn’t look to be near his forties, but he carried himself that way, and his smile had some age behind it. Likely, due to his ever-present smile, he also had smile lines near the corners of his mouth and around his eyes.

These lines deepened at her compliment and Gladwyn reached over, putting his surprisingly warm hand on her knee. “Thank you, Monica. That’s incredibly sweet of you to say.”

Monica’s gaze dropped to Gladwyn’s long fingers and she felt him squeeze her knee in response; he made no move to remove his hand and she didn’t...know if she should consider this forward of him or not. She was dressed in black slacks and a ruffle-sleeve button-up, having wanted to start looking the part of boss since she would be taking over for Dot but she could feel the heat of Gladwyn’s hand through the fabric of her pants. She would, for some reason, have assumed his hands would be cold as the corpses he worked on daily, but his hands more closely resembled the fire of his hair.

Gladwyn hadn’t even thought before he touched her--he just acted, closed the distance between them as if he had to do it. He cursed that she was wearing slacks and not a skirt, a dress, so anxious was he to feel her soft skin. He knew it was softer than a lily would be, and he knew she smelled sweeter, too. He slowly dragged his gaze up from his hand on her knee, up her front to lock gazes with her and he searched her face--not for signs of refusal but for acceptance. She had to feel what he felt, didn’t she? There was no way only one soulmate would be feeling the instant connection, the attraction that was driving him to complete distraction. There was no other way to describe what he was feeling but soulmate; everything about her clicked like a puzzle piece Gladwyn had been missing his entire life. She didn’t shy away from his smile, she shared the same favorite color as he did; she laughed at his jokes and she found him to be clever. He knew she thought he was nice because she allowed him to pull out her chair for her and she wasn’t pulling away from his touch, now. She had to be feeling what he was...perhaps she was simply shy? Well, of course she was, she was a proper lady. A right beautiful one. A woman who deserved to be wooed properly, courted in the way a man of Gladwyn’s upbringing could. His smile deepened, and he gave her knee another longing squeeze before he slowly, reluctantly removed it. He wouldn’t push his luck, now that he was more convinced she shared what he was feeling, that slow-burning but all-consuming fire that was licking at his heart like flames.

“Are we ready to order?”

The server started at the head of the table, or perhaps it was simply Dot being pregnant, but it allowed Gladwyn a moment to wrangle with his returning jealousy--because any moment, the man was going to turn to Monica and speak to her...and Gladwyn really hated that. He was staring, unseeing, at his own menu, his mind narrowing to how he was going to...deal with this. He’d never considered himself a jealous man before, had never felt such raw, biting emotion in all his life but then he hadn’t known his soulmate before today. Monica was beautiful, a siren’s call to any man and while he would never blame her for such beauty, no it was his good fortune she was breath-taking, he didn’t have to like others noticing her. His eyes slipped from his menu, moving discreetly to Monica and again, he felt his pulse spike, his throat run dry, and he fidgeted in his seat. If he needed proof, he had it; physical proof. His body reacted every single time he looked at her.

“And you, Miss?”

Monica shifted, her eyes on her menu. “I’ll have--”

“Would you order for me, Monica?”

Gladwyn interjected into the conversation without much forethought; he was only grateful what he’d said made sense. Monica seemed to flounder a little, and he could regret catching her off-guard...but she took her attention off the waiter and it reinforced he’d done the right thing. Gladwyn had to fight to keep his smile from going smug that he’d so easily gotten her attention back.

“O-Of...course, but I don’t really know you very well?” Monica faltered, looking worried. “What if...I order something you won’t like?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Gladwyn set his menu down on his plate with his smile lighting his eyes. “You have impeccable taste. You can’t steer me wrong if it’s good enough for you.”

Monica’s smile was still nervous, still unsure, but Gladwyn looked like he’d made up his mind and she could only nod, turning to order for herself...and for him.

It was a small compromise, Gladwyn still hated that she spoke to the waiter, loathed that the man was admiring her so openly, but at least he’d staked something of a claim on her in front of the other male. It made him feel better, sated his childish, unfounded jealousy--no, it wasn’t unfounded! He had a right to her, to the other half of his soul. That was how it worked. That was the reward for the way he felt about her; he felt so strongly, of course he wouldn’t want someone else looking at her, thinking about her. No one had the right to even dream of touching her, no one except him.

Dinner did what Dot had intended...and it did a little more than she’d intended, at the same time. The two hours passed by in the blink of an eye, the trio exchanging stories, learning about one another and as the time passed, the more Gladwyn became convinced of what he felt to be true. Monica was the other half of his soul, the fabled soulmate promised to hopeless romantics and skeptics alike. She was perfect; she was beautiful, hauntingly so, in that he knew she would be in his dreams tonight--if he was able to sleep from wanting her. She was witty, humorous, intelligent; she was clever and her sarcasm was so biting he nearly wished to be at the receiving end just to feel the scrape of her teeth. When Monica smiled she stole the light from the room; she was radiant, and Gladwyn felt himself drowning every time she turned that smile to him. Her voice was what silk was made of, sliding over his skin until twice he’d nearly dropped his fork against his plate when she said his name. It was...too soon, perhaps, to think of late nights with her body wrapped around his but he couldn’t stop himself from going there, from crossing that sordid line because she aroused him so fervently his appetite was of an entirely different sort. He’d finished two stouts in the hopes it would douse the fire building in his belly but all it did was warm him further, made his brain a little hazy so that the lines between right and wrong blurred further. He was seated beside an angel, his angel, and the expensive food turned sour in his mouth for want to sample her instead.

This must be what it felt like to be lovesick, to be so enamored with one’s adoration that food and drink lose their taste. Gladwyn seemed to have fallen down the rabbit hole with no hope to catch himself on the sides--would he have? If he were honest with himself, no, he wouldn’t have. He dove headfirst down this trap, chasing Monica’s laugh, her voice, the way she looked at him, smiled at him. The way she made him feel should be criminal, he was already so addicted to the man he was when she looked at him. The glasses were emptied, the bill was paid, and all too soon reality was severing his time with Monica and for a fleeting moment he panicked at the void that would be left when they went their separate ways for the night.

“Thank you, Gladwyn,” Monica stood with his help as he pulled her chair out for her, and his smile was a little subdued but still present as he held up her jacket, for her to slip into it.

“It’s cold outside,” he prompted, fighting to keep the hard edge from his voice when it seemed she was going to simply take it from him. He wanted her to wear it. He wouldn’t have her catching cold, and his smile broadened when she slipped her arms into it. “There we are. That’s better, hm?”

Monica’s smile was a touch shy as Gladwyn’s large hands rubbed up her arms, smoothing her jacket and warming her further beneath the expensive fabric. He placed his hand at the small of her back, giving his head a nod toward the door and he tailored his steps to match hers despite their staggering height difference.

“So, what do you two think?” Dot turned from the front door of the restaurant, the valet sprinting out into the snow to retrieve her truck. “Think you’ll be okay to work together for a while?”

Monica turned to look up at Gladwyn but he was already looking at her, and he gestured to Dot with a nod of his head. “Ladies first.”

“I-I, yes, I don’t see any problems.” Monica gave Dot a smile, knowing Dot would be looking for any signs that Monica wasn’t comfortable--this would be a question Dot would ask again when the two were alone in her truck.

“I’m delighted to hear that, as I can assure I’m very much looking forward to working with Monica.” Gladwyn tore his smile away from Monica when he felt Dot was still staring at him. “You’ll be fine to relax at home, Miss Dreadful. We’ll have no problems working together.”

Dot looked between Gladwyn and Monica, making a thoughtful noise at the back of her throat but she nodded, her smile reaching her eyes. “Good. Then you’ll be in charge of the morgue 7AM, Monday morning, Mr. Charles.”

Gladwyn gave Dot a nod, but his attention was already turning to Monica as Dot’s truck rolled to a stop in front of the restaurant. He moved his hand from the small of her back, already loathing the space between their bodies and knowing there’d be more, much more, over the weekend. It was all he could do to keep himself calm with the reassurance that he’d be working very closely with Monica on Monday.

“It was a pleasure getting to know you, Monica. I’m very much looking forward to continuing to get to know you during our time together.” Gladwyn bowed his spine, no hesitation as he pressed his lips to her cheek. “I will see you soon. Take care of yourself until then.”

Monica’s fingers trembled as they settled on Gladwyn’s arm, and she felt his hand steady her waist in response. “H-Have a nice weekend, Gladwyn. I’ll see y-you Monday.”

“I look forward to it.” Gladwyn straightened up, replacing his hand in his pant’s pocket, watching Monica take hold of Dot’s arm, the two girls leaning on one another as the valet opened the door into the winter cold.

Without a word, he gave his keys to the valet but kept his gaze on Monica as she entered the truck, and as they drove off, he kept his gaze riveted to the vehicle disappearing in New Senzannini’s generous traffic. It wasn’t until Monica was out of sight that he was able to look away, the spell of her presence lifted enough for him to feel...completely and utterly alone. The smile dropped off his face fast enough to shatter on the marble floor beneath his dress shoes, and the valet nearly tripped coming back inside after retrieving Gladwyn’s car.

It would seem the only thing creepier than Gladwyn’s smile was when he didn’t smile, but for the first time in his life, he found he had no reason to, at the moment. The reason was currently driving further and further away from him, to live a life separate from him, where she didn’t have to think about him, didn’t have to see him, where he couldn’t see her, where he couldn’t touch her...

...for now.

Gladwyn pushed open the restaurant doors with one strong hand, ignoring the biting cold wind as he stalked toward his waiting car. Monday wasn’t too far away. Besides, the weekend gave him time to prepare, to make room in his life for a very special new someone. It had to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect.

Just like she was.

Stay tuned! ♥ Next Update: February 17th!

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader AU

1100 Words

Written For: @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo

Square Filled: architect Dean (AU) dancing on his feet (fluff)

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Groaning, you pushed your hand against the couch, your body fighting your every movement.

“Y/N, you alright?” Dean called out, glancing around the corner of the hallway.

“Just sore, and as big as a whale,” you muttered, a hand placed on your swollen belly. You were almost eight months along, and you were more than ready for this pregnancy to be over with.

“And utterly beautiful,” he answered, making you roll your eyes. You didn’t feel beautiful. You felt swollen, and achy and ready to be holding your baby in your arms.

Your bladder complaining, you stumbled through the crowded living room of the apartment, almost tripping over Dean’s briefcase. “Dean, I hate this apartment,” you mumbled, your hormones making you grumpy. “I want out of here, and in our own home.”

“I know sweetheart, I know,” he assured you. “I worked as fast as I could, but the rest of the house building is out of my hands.”

“As the architect couldn’t you do something?” You pleaded. “Talk to the contractor, remind him that we wanted to be in our new home before our baby was built.”

“Y/N, that’s just where I was,” he told you, stepping forward with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “And I have a surprise.”

“What’s that?” You asked, letting him pull you into his arms.

“Our house is ready. The movers will be here tomorrow morning, and will be in our house before the end of the week.”

“You’re not teasing me, are you? Because I couldn’t handle that,” you pleaded with him, as your daughter let out a mighty kick. “And I think she agrees with me.”

“No, I’m not teasing. Our house is done, and I can’t wait for you to see it.”

After relieving the pressure on your bladder, you slowly climbed into the car, ready to see your house finally finished. Dean drove carefully, his hand holding yours as he threaded through traffic. Finally he pulled into your long driveway, your two story house a welcoming sight in front of you. “Dean, it’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“You haven’t even seen the inside yet,” he argued. Keeping you by his side, he opened the front door, and you stepped into your new home. The place smelled of fresh paint and wood, and the hardwood floors gleamed. You could easily see each intric detail that Dean had added while creating the house plan, his love molded into the woodwork.

In awe, you walked through each room, the kitchen bigger and fancier than expected. “I have another surprise,” he told you, pulling you to the stairs. Slowly taking each step, you gasped at the master bedroom, a huge bed already in the middle of the room. “While I was overseeing the place, I decided to make this.”

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” you exclaimed, running your hand over the smooth wood.

“I’m glad you like it. Because there’s another matching piece,” he told you.

“Yeah, where?”

“Through here,” he smiled, heading back into the hallway. Two doors down, he stepped into a room, and you felt tears welling up. It was the nursery and it was perfect. The walls were already painted a light purple, with white paneling on the bottom. In the middle sat a crib, carved exactly like your bed. “You made this as well?” You asked him.

“Yeah. I wanted something special,” he admitted.

“Dean, this house was special enough. But those two pieces? They’re magical, and I can’t wait until we’re truly in here, and we can hold our daughter in our arms. I can’t wait to have our first Christmas here.”

“It will come soon enough,” he assured you, pulling you into his arms. “Pretty soon we’ll have no alone time, and we’ll have a little girl just as beautiful as her Momma.

Four Years Later

Shuffling around the kitchen, you pulled out the pan of gingerbread cookies from the oven, placing it on the cooling rack. Turning the oven off, you winced at the tremendous kick your unborn son sent into your spleen. Rubbing your belly, you tried to soothe him, while giggling could be heard in the living room.

Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t believe how happy you were. The house had been everything you could have wanted, plus more. The memories you had already created in this house were magical, and with your son on the way, there would be plenty more.

Your daughter had grown out of the crib, and Dean had painstakingly created her own bed as well. You couldn’t wait until the crib was in use once again, this time for your son.

“Mommy!” Your daughter called out, and leaving the cookies to cool, you made your way into the living room as Christmas music played on the radio. Dean had cleared a space for dancing, with the tree twinkling in the background. Snow was gently falling outside, and you leaned against the doorframe, watching as Dean tried to teach your daughter how to dance.

Pulling out your phone, you snapped a picture of your daughter, giggling, her hair cascading down her back, her little feet carefully balanced on Dean’s much bigger boots. He carefully moved back and forth, swinging her about as her giggles echoed throughout the room.

It was a perfect moment, and you knew it would only get better when Sam, and Dean’s parents arrived for the evening.

“There’s your Momma. Let’s show her what you’ve learned,” Dean exclaimed, his eyes twinkling as he glanced your way.

“Mommy, watch!” She giggled, as Dean held her tight. Swooping around, he kept her on his feet, slowing down to let her match her movements to his.

You stood there watching, until the song came to an end. Dean looked over to you, and you went and joined them. With your daughter still on Dean’s feet, you cuddled into his side, letting him sway the two of you along to the music, the moment one of your favorites memories created in this house so far.

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Hiya! Firstly, I love your writing style and your story ideas are absolutely amazing! My question is, are you going to write a part 2 to puzzle? (Just curious is all). I was also wondering if i may request Rick/reader where Rick finds the reader asleep as she's waiting in the ship?? (If you dont do fluff then you can ignore this c:)

(Thank you so much! That’s such a great compliment. I do plan to write part 2, I’ve just been having trouble deciding how to end it/busy working on the askbox requests. But, I will eventually finish it up. Also, I definitely write fluff––I honestly think writing fluff is my favorite and I love this idea haha)

Rick had sent you what felt at least a half hour ago to get in the ship. There were promises of some sort of adventure in the Messier 81 galaxy, a plentiful bounty as a reward, and a possible trip to Blips and Chitz as a grand finale. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for an adventure and had wanted to leave as soon as possible.

You had immediately rushed to the ship, Rick assuring you he’d follow suit soon after he finished up whatever gadget he was fiddling with. You’d kicked back in the seat after closing the door and starting up the ignition. You peered out the ship’s window and watched Rick work from the passenger’s seat, eyes following his dexterous hands and the flashes of circuitry as he pried the metal open with pliers. 

You could hear the conundrum of the gadget being worked, the clicking and beeping sounds telling Rick whether or not the device was finished. You wondered if it was like technology had its own language, or if working on technology was more like tuning an instrument. 

Slowly but surely you’d felt your eyes grow heavy as the ship hummed, engine running and air warm while your thoughts strayed. The ship’s seats were somehow the most and least comfortable material in the world––The smell enveloping you in the familiar tang of metal and liquor, followed by a hint of cigarettes. You watched Rick pushed back his blue hair through the streaked window, blue eyes wildly searching the loose wires for a clue or inclination of how to proceed. 

You turned onto your side, curled into yourself, and kicked off your sneakers. You could feel as you slipped into sleep, eyes refusing to stay open. You fell asleep with a slight smile, features relaxed and content.

About ten minutes later Rick had finished his mini-project, the colors of the device’s lights merging from orange into pink from the inside out. Rick slipped it into his pocket and turned around, ready to get into the ship and go. 

“H-Hey, ___ I’m r-really going to––” Rick stopped mid-sentence as he opened the ship’s door and saw you fast asleep. The scientist hesitated for a moment as he took in your jeans and tee shirt, your messy hair, and of course that lopsided smile. 

“S-Shit...” He said under his breath, affection sneaking into his voice. Rick couldn’t keep his own slight smile at bay as he watched you. He was content to commit the sight to memory, wanting to enjoy the peaceful blip before waking you up.

In an instant, the moment was shattered as Rick burped. You woke with a jolt, blinking fast and rubbing your eyes, confused with your surroundings. 

“G-Good, you’re awake now.” Rick said with mock annoyance as he slammed the door shut. 

You turned and looked at him with narrowed eyes and before you could say anything, Rick shot the ship into the air with blinding speed cutting you off entirely.

[nursexpeditions]

i’m bracing for the worst and hoping for the best, trying to make sense of the madness in my head

I felt so much that I started to feel nothing. One of the hardest battles we fight is between what we know and what we feel. It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply. I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much but never have anything good to say. 

These thoughts, they’re sharp enough to tear through my bare skin, through my muscle, then slowly eat away at my bones, and before you know it, they’re cutting away at my heartstrings. My heart beats, so loud and so fast that you’d think I was running for the gold medal at an Olympics event. Anxiety so fierce not even a Xanax or a bottle of liquor would be able to calm the storm I’m fighting. All i see is the slow erosion of self, as insidious as cancer, and like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience, a room in hell with only my name on the door.

I hear “what's wrong” or “you’re overthinking.” A blank screen appears in my head and I think to myself who have I become? What has made me into this monster? I look in the mirror and only do I realize that it’s been me this whole time. How inconvenient when you’re the firestorm burning everything in your path. 

“But he that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose.”

In these instances, I wanted to tell you how impossible it feels in these situations. It’s like trying to hold water in the palm of your hands, like trying to prevent an ice cube from melting in the summer, like attempting to run through the water. It’s not possible, yet here I try so hard. 

Someone with anxiety is inclined to assume everyone is going to leave. So much so that sometimes they might be the ones to ruin a relationship. I ruined many things that could’ve been amazing just because I was sad. 

The truth is, I battle something I can’t control and there is a sense of insecurity within myself when it comes to relationships. It’s hard sometimes. I create stupid fights of scenarios that I created in my head. I’m going to jump from point A to point B without even knowing all the details, and sometimes you’re not even going to understand how I got there. The best thing you can do for me is understanding how I went off on that tangent. Even if there’s no solution, the act of listening helps. I know in your eyes, it might seem irrational; but to me, it’s something that actually keeps me up at night, and I probably won’t sleep through the night because of it. It’s definitely not that I don’t trust you, but because I’m more scared than anything. 

It’s every worst-case scenario automatically playing out in my head and trust me, I already hate myself for it. By now you’ve probably noticed how fast i answer you, and for example, it helps when you say i can’t talk right now and this is why i’ll text you later. Silence kills anyone with anxiety and creates a hostile environment for problems that aren’t even there. It ends in apologies that aren’t even needed and adds layers of stress to my life that I wish i could control. 

I’ve realized my anxiety manifests in two ways, i’ll either be quiet and awkward, or you’ll be carrying me out as I choose my poison to ease my worries. Whether its a night out gone wrong, or an essay of a text saying or doing the wrong thing, I’m very observant and pick up on the slightest shift in behavior.

I would rather have meltdowns biting off more than I can chew because I have a hard time admitting I can’t handle something. I will always say yes and I will never turn anyone away which is my biggest weakness. I say help when you can but know when you can’t because I’m inclined to not ask for help since I’m used to dealing with things on my own.

..But that’s exactly where i’m flawed. The deepest pain i ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable. Just because I bury something doesn’t mean that it stops existing. I was willing to suffer as long as you had what you wanted in life to make you happy. Where do you draw the line in sacrificing too much of yourself to make a relationship work? 

For a while, I kept telling myself I was dealing with it the way that i am currently and doing this for the success of our relationship and that was enough for me at the time, but if i’m being honest, the more I think about it and the more time i spend with you, the more i want to move on with my life with you and if you feel the same, i need to feel or see that you’re taking the steps to as well. 

I get that the situation itself is complicated, but lets face it, that will never change. It’s like we’re waiting for it to miraculously uncomplicate itself one day, but in reality, it never will. I realize now i’ve been waiting for a day that will never come. Because at the end of each day, what are we REALLY waiting for? What will taking more time do for anyone? You and her will forever have history. You and her will always be close friends. You are a part of her life just as you are a part of mine and that’s something i’ve accepted just as she’s accepted that I am your significant other now (so you say). IThe most important question here is, what will waiting or taking up more time do for anyone? More time to be prepare ourselves? More time to be “ready” to face the inevitable? If anything, we are only prolonging the inevitable. 

But hey, you did have a point, there is a certain justified amount of “time” we should take before going to the next step, but that justified length of time for that window, in my opinion, has certainly passed.

I continually feel like the bad guy whenever i tell you that i’m uncomfortable with your interactions with her. It first started just as hanging out with her, but then it got more complicated to having to switch off being butters caretaker, traveling from city to city, at times having to be okay with your stay over for your own health and well being, and honestly the hard truth is that i’m just expected to deal with it. I know you ask and try to do things that will help alleviate all my anxiety but when will enough be enough? now family interactions? i didn’t even think it could get worse, and i must sound like the most fucking horrible selfish devil human being on this fucking planet because who in their right mind is even uncomfortable in a situation like this? I mean that takes one special fucked up person??? 

If we put all the cards on the table, its clear that I don’t think anyone will ever truly be prepared or ready for this, but it’s a bridge that needs to be crossed for the health of this relationship and i hope that you agree with me. I need to know i’ll be set up for success moving forward in this relationship because it’s absolutely nearly impossible to be supportive of you, trying to be supportive of her, let alone someone that has always been a threat to me. Its just not a good feeling for me. If she’s not a threat to me, then please help me see that. I want to be able to communicate with the people that are closest to you without feeling like i’m in the shadows. I don’t know how i’m supposed to go on knowing there’s this microportion of you that i want to know that i know nothing about because we aren’t ready to face the music. I need some sort of assurance that there will be steps taken to facilitate this change i think is essential to our relationship.

My thoughts have driven me so far that I’ve had completely absurd thoughts where there’s an instance where I can’t go out with your chino friends with you because she’s there but then when she’s not its absolutely okay to come. I used to make excuses that would validate me not going because i dont know them, but i’ve met and hung and talked to all of them and i’d say we all get along. But what do you do when those “overthinking” thoughts actually turn into reality? I don’t think i’ve told you but I’ve been in situation that I presumed worst-case scenario in my head that has permanently scarred me and has worsened my anxiety episodes since. In a perfect world, I imagine a future with both my friends and your friends in one room regardless of their relationship to you or i and i think thats why it’s so important to me to move forward and finally get some peace of mind. 

I know my feelings are valid and it has been reinforced many times. We have plenty conversation about its importance and therefore I know that my feelings matter and are important. I’m continually uncomfortable in this situation and something has to change. Im not proud of any of this because i know that it’s so fucking ugly to feel and be this way and it’s unattractive more than anything and i feel so fucking ashamed of myself having to even stoop this low. I feel an itching desire to tear off my own skin on my body to get myself out of the outfit i hate most on myself, on my own person. I itch to be better for you and constantly feel like i’m failing myself, failing you, failing us for not being able to get over my fucking self and tormenting thoughts. 

As i dig deeper into my core, i find that it’s most terrifying for me because I’ve never met someone capable of calming my storm. Those overwhelming anxious grey heavy clouds weighing over my shoulders or those lonely strikes of anxiety and depression. But you hold my hand and I swear my breaths come easier; maybe you make me feel safe, or maybe your smile pushes the hurricane out into the ocean.

If there’s something I’m good at in this life, its love. If there’s something I will stand for and be proud of in this body of mine, it’s my ability to show you how much i adore and appreciate you. It took a while to build trust, but now that we’re in this place, my hope is that my capacity to love you will fill you in ways you didn’t know were empty or even missing something. My one hope is that you can see past my imperfections and fight to help waver through them with me. I endure because i love. I survive because I endure. I win because I love.

[inkstainedfanfics]

To an Old Friend, With All My Love

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Word Count: 3,214

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The knock on the door is loud, strong, assured. Sighing, you push yourself to your feet, leaving the comfy ruby couch behind you.

A tiny body zooms past you as soon as you pull open the door.

“Dorothy, stop!” Exasperation rests comfortably on the pretty face in front of you. Shaking her head, Evelyn meets your amused smile. “Don’t laugh. She’s yours this weekend.”

“I think I can handle an eight-year-old.” You step out of the way so your old friend can lug in a suitcase.

“I said the same thing when her birthday rolled around last weekend but,” she sets the suitcase on an armchair and sighs, “you’d be surprised.”

A shriek of laughter sounds from upstairs. You lift your eyebrows. “She must have found the dolls I bought her.”

Evelyn laughs once. “You didn’t have to buy her any toys. She has plenty.”

Shrugging, you step around her and return to the couch, falling onto it and patting the empty cushion next to you. “I didn’t know if she’d bring any of them. Besides, if I’m going to be the cool, unrelated aunt, I have to spoil her.”

Evelyn sits next to you, crossing her legs. “You know she already thinks you’re better than me. You have no clue how many times she’s asked if you could be her mother instead.”

You smile. “I’m sorry for stealing your child’s affections.”

“Oh please.” She waves her hand. “I know you don’t want them too badly. You’d have to be married to Charles.”

“Is he still spending late nights out?”

She nods twice, somber. “He comes back so late, sometimes I wonder…” she trails off, then looks up at you. “But this weekend trip should do some good, I hope.”

“I hope it does.” You nudge her foot with yours. “I’m always here to talk if you need me.”

She gives you a sad smile. “I know.” The room falls silent save for muffled shouts from Dorothy upstairs. “Hey,” Evelyn perks up, “how’s the marriage front looking for you? Meet any cute men in Bulgaria?”

“You know I’m not looking.”

“I know, but if you did meet one, would you approach him?”

You stare at your hands. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on. You deserve to be happy.”

“I am.”

“You haven’t taken a break for the last four years. I mean, you received your NEWT scores then took off to the first offer in France. You haven’t looked back since. Not even to spend a weekend around the town with me.”

“What does that have to do with my happiness?”

“Everyone can see how exhausted you are.”

“I’m fine.” You insist, trying to conjure up a smile.

“When was the last time you were in this house?”

You gulp, considering the question. “What does that matter?”

She scoots toward you, taking your hands in hers. “You haven’t relaxed since graduation. You can’t live in hotels. I know you have enough money to slow down some.”

You shake your head. “I want to work.”

She tilts her head, frowning. “Honey, if you keep working, you’ll make a mistake. You already almost let that Horntail get the best of you.”

Leaning forward, she brushes her fingertips over the new scar on your chest. It starts just behind your shoulder and wraps around to the front to trace the length of your collarbone. The Horntail’s claw had come from nowhere, and you hadn’t told anyone, just excused yourself from the field. They’d found you in the researchers’ hut, passed out from blood loss.

“I thought I could heal it myself.”

She leans back. “You need to slow down, okay? One of these weekends, I’ll take you out. We’ll just relax.”

“All right.”

“You’ll slow down?”

You break into a small grin. “I’ll schedule some time for you one weekend.”

She rolls her eyes, scooting back so she’s on her own cushion. “I know why you’re working so hard.”

The smile fades as you cock your head, challenging her. “Because I love my job?”

“No, because you miss—“

Dorothy comes tearing around the corner. “Mama, when are you leaving?”

Evelyn opens her arms as Dorothy jumps into them. “In a little bit. I was just catching up.”

“I want you to go now so I can play with Auntie.”

Evelyn laughs, but she eyes you over Dorothy’s blonde curls. Taking in your thinned lips and rigid posture, she drops whatever her original comment would have been. She leans back to look her little girl in the eyes.

“You really want mommy gone?”

“Yes!” Dorothy shrieks, giggling and wiggling in Evelyn’s arms.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

Dorothy shouts and leaps from her mother’s lap, dancing in the middle of the room.

The two of you stand. You walk Evelyn to the door. “Everything she needs is in her suitcase. She knows how to behave, so put her in a timeout if she does anything naughty.” You open the door for her, but she turns to face you when she steps out. “I know you miss him, but you have to get over it. For yourself.”

She turns to leave, waving at her daughter and smiling at you. Dorothy bobs under your arm, peering up at you. “Can we go play now? Please?”

You stare at Evelyn, watch her hail a taxi and get in, before you look down at Dorothy and force a smile to your face. “Only if I get to be the doll with the blue dress.”

Dorothy lights up and dashes away. “I want the pink one!”

“I’ll be downstairs, okay, sweetie?” You press your ear against the bathroom door to make sure Dorothy heard you. “The fluffy towel on the rack is yours, and I left your clothes on the counter.”

She doesn’t reply, too busy playing with the bubbles you’d let her fill the bathtub with. Turning away, you shake your head. The eight-year-old is a bubble of pure energy, so much more energy than you’ve had in a long while.

Gripping the railing, you start down the staircase. Sun pours through the tiny window opposite the steps, lighting up both the sill and the steps. You wince at the sight of them. Dust coats both in a thick layer, and it’s easy to see with the sun beaming straight down on it. With a flick of your wand, you open the window and send the dust flying outside to catch the wind before you continue downstairs.

You’d meant to clean the house before Dorothy came, but the healer had kept you in Bulgaria longer than you’d expected. When you’d made it back on Thursday and pushed open the front door, you’d realized just how poorly prepared you were to babysit for three days. The fridge was warm and empty, the living room clear of furniture, and the bathroom a nest for wasps. You’d rushed out to order furniture, arranging for it to be delivered the next day. Then you’d gone to the grocery store, stocking up on all sorts of food that a kid might like to eat. You’d dropped the bags off at the house and promptly left again, heading to a toy store. By the time you’d returned home for the evening, it was midnight and you were exhausted. You’d fallen asleep in a kitchen chair, only to be woken up at noon by the men with the furniture. Once they’d carried it all in, you’d had time to sweep up the living room and carry your own bags up to the bedroom, unpacking quickly and using magic to make the bed. You’d placed the toys for Dorothy on the bed, cleared the wasp nest, then walked downstairs to relax. A minute after you fell onto the surprisingly soft couch, though, Evelyn knocked on the door.

You drag yourself into the living room and fall into an armchair. Only a night and a day in and already Dorothy had drained you of your energy. You still have half of tomorrow to entertain her. The thought exhausts you even further. Still, it beat remembering why you never visited here. The blank walls glare at you every time you walk through the hall. It has been four years—four years—since you last said his name aloud, yet now every time you turn the corner, you expect to see his face.

You squeeze your eyes shut, blocking out the memories of the living room, trying to tune out the jazz music you’d danced to, refusing to picture his face. He left you. You remind yourself time and time again that he chose someone else, someone worse, over you. The pain of that still sends tears to your eyes. You’d had so much fun together and gone through so much together, and still he’d chosen someone else. He’d chosen her like you were nothing, like all of your friendship was little more than a way for him to pass the time. Like everything you’d given up for him, all the time you’d spent with him, all the things you’d told him meant nothing.

You press the heels of your hands against your eyes and stand. You won’t remember him. He means nothing.

Walking into the kitchen, you grab the dishes from supper and stack them up. Magic would be easier, but you need the burn of the hot water to distract you. Biting your lip, you focus on that and the rough feel of the sponge in your hands.

Dish after dish after dish, you scrub away the sound of his laugh and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and the fantastically odd ideas he comes up with in the middle of the night.

The clatter of the pan against the others in the dish drain blocks out Dorothy’s footsteps until she’s beside you. “Auntie, can we play? Are you okay?”

You wipe at the tear on your cheek and smile. “Fine. The smell of your breath is as bad as onions, though!”

Dorothy giggles and blows in your face. “I didn’t brush my teeth yet.”

“I can tell.” You pull the plug from the bottom of the sink to let the water drain and dry your hands on a towel. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth? Then we’ll get you tucked in.”

“No playing?”

“Not until we both get some sleep.”

“Fine.” Dorothy runs back, feet pounding on the steps.

You follow her, shaking your head. You had let the past catch up for a moment. Not good.

You fall asleep in a sleeping bag, restless, and waking up from dreams you don’t remember.

Sunday morning comes too soon, and Dorothy is shaking your shoulder, begging you to play with her before Evelyn returns.

“Breakfast, first, okay?”

She clings to your arm as you walk to the kitchen. “Can we play beauty pageant after that?”

Yawning, you nod.

“Mama always lets me try on her clothes and some of her necklaces when we play.”

“I just have to judge?”

“You have to use words like ravishing and delightful.”

You doubt she even knows what they mean. “Sounds fine to me.”

Dorothy cheers.

She hops up and down when you enter the kitchen. Stretching, you set the dishes and food into motion, cooking a pancake breakfast for Dorothy in a few minutes.

She jumps, grabbing for the ingredients zooming over her head. “I can’t wait until I can use magic. Mama says I have to wait a long time.”

“Your mother’s right. It’ll be a long time, but,” you bop her on the nose as you walk past her, “that’ll keep you safe.”

Dorothy nods, then swings into the kitchen chair sliding out for her. She gobbles up her breakfast, barely giving you enough time to sit and drink a cup of coffee before she’s flying upstairs, asking you to be ready to judge.

You shake your head. How Evelyn puts up with so much energy on a daily basis is beyond you.

Five minutes later, she saunters down the steps in your emerald top, a long blue skirt trailing behind her. The heels she slipped on clack against the ground. You fight a smile as she twirls into the kitchen, tripping over the skirt’s hem.

“So? 10?”

“Oh, that’s definitely a 10.” You clap as she bows and turns to leave.

The next outfit is one of your dresses, short on you but long on her, black jewels hanging off the sides. She matched it with a golden bangle and dainty silver chain. Three outfits later, a knock comes at the door. Evelyn walks in, immediately laughing at her daughter’s outfit of a yellow shirt, long black pants, and neon green necklace.

She pouts. “I had my next one picked out, mama.”

Evelyn glances at you before answering. “Your dad’s in the car outside, but I suppose he can wait for one more outfit.” As Dorothy rushes away, she takes a seat in a chair next to yours.

“How was the weekend?”

“Perfect.” She flicks her wand, summoning a mug full of coffee. “I think it was just what we needed.”

“I’m glad.” You murmur, truly meaning it.

“How was Dorothy?”

You suck in a breath. “Honestly? A handful. But she’s a wonderful kid.”

Evelyn smiles. “She is great. A bundle of energy, but the sweetest daughter I could have asked for.”

“She loves this beauty pageant game, huh? Do you play it with her a lot?”

“Whenever I don’t feel like moving. It’s so simple, and her outfits are always adorably horrifying.”

You snort. “What a lovely way to describe her fashion taste.”

Evelyn winks and takes a sip of her coffee. “How was your weekend at the house?”

You tense, knowing exactly what she means.

How many times did you think of him?

“I think I prefer being on the road.”

Evelyn stares at you. “You don’t mean that.”

“Look, Ev, this house just isn’t meant for me.”

She shifts in her chair so she’s completely facing you. “You need to face it.”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Damn it. The tears are on their way.

“I know, but you need to someday.”

“Ev, please.”

“I just want the best for you.”

“If you did, you’d let it drop. Forever.”

“I wouldn’t be your friend if I did.” She turns, gasping. “Dorothy! You’re stunning!”

You turn, too, pretending to be amazed. “I love that necklace on you.”

She twirls, then sticks her arms out. “Do you like my watch? I don’t know why you kept it hidden, Auntie.”

Your smile vanishes as she steps closer.

“Could I keep it?”

“Where did you find that?”

“In the box under your bed. The one with those letters.”

“You mean the scraps?” It can’t be. It must be a coincidence.

She shakes her head, dancing around. “No, the letters.”

You feel faint. “Could I have the watch, sweetie?”

Dorothy frowns but slides it off, handing it to you. She dangles it over your open hand, leather strap pinched between two tiny fingers.

“Thank you.” You mutter, taking it from her.

Evelyn notices your expression. “Dorothy, go get changed and pack your stuff. Daddy’s waiting for you in the car. I’ll be right out.”

Dorothy spins, completely unaware of what’s happening.

Your breath shakes as you breathe out, running your thumb over the glass face. Black hands mark the time at 3:30. It’s hard to read the watch, though, as your hands tremble.

Evelyn wraps an arm around your shoulders. “What’s that?”

“I – I’m not sure.” You won’t be sure unless you flip it. You can’t, though. If you’re right, that means you have to think about him. If you’re wrong, you’ll still think about him. All you want is for it to disappear from your hands.

Dorothy runs into the room, suitcase thumping against the ground behind her. She sets a black box you’d completely forgotten about on the table. Dropping her suitcase, she pulls the top off the box.

“See? Letters and a key.”

You stare at it, wide eyed. There’s no way. You hadn’t fixed them, had you? No, you couldn’t have. You’d completely forgotten about it. Completely forgotten about him for years.

You vaguely hear the front door slam shut behind Dorothy, but you don’t register it. All you can hear is the booming beat of your own heart as you reach over and lift the key. Your key. The house’s spare key.

Ne— No, you won’t think of him.

A shred of paper drifts from the key to the tops of the letters. A piece of them that wasn’t fixed by whatever force did this?

You lift it.

No. Not a shred. It’s a complete message. A meaning for you and you only.

To You

With Regret.

A reply to the engraving you know without looking is on the back of the watch.

In Newt’s handwriting.

The dam holding back your emotions, your memories, your every repressed thought of your old best friend shatters into a million pieces with your heart, and you bawl.

Evelyn holds you as you sob against her chest. He was here. He was here in this house, when he knew you wouldn’t be here. He was here returning his two remaining pieces of you: the watch and the key. He cared. He cared enough to come back. He doesn’t think everything you had was just a way to pass time. In some way, it must have meant something to him.

You don’t know when you stop crying or how the ache in your chest will ever go away, but you do decide on one action.

Standing and asking Evelyn to stay, you lift the watch. An envelope flies to you with a quill and a shred of paper.

You set the summoned things down on the table and lift the quill. With shaking hands, you write out a message, then write the address of Newt’s mother’s house on the envelope. You stare at it. That was your second home, now it’s the only link you have to Newt. You have no clue where he’s gone, can only hope his mother will help.

You slide the watch inside and pad it with a washcloth. Praying your owl doesn’t break it, you walk upstairs. Just before you tie it to the owl’s leg, you slip the piece of paper in. It’s a note to Newt, a way for him to know that you forgive him, that you don’t mean for him to actually pretend you’re dead anymore.

To an old friend,

With all my love.

He’ll understand. Especially, you hope, since you add the key to the package: an invitation to him.

Tying the envelope to your owl, you whisper the address and watch it take off, flying away with the only hope you have left of finding your biggest regret. You watch it soar until it’s no more than a speck against the sky.

Praying, you turn away. You wonder if he’ll even forgive you after the things you said and did.

Taking a deep breath, you promise him and yourself a year. You’ll wait a year. If he doesn’t contact you before then, then you have your answer.

Then you’ll know he doesn’t love you anymore.

[angel-with-hornssss]

kiss me kill me- chapter 2

pairing: OC x mark (feat. the rest of got7 and some appearances from bts and some pairings of oc and got7)

genre: supernatural!au, some angst, fluff, hopefully comedy and smut eventually (you have been warned)

summary: a new teacher comes and stir up the life of kathy. he wanted something and what he wanted was simple. kathy. but it seems there’s more than meets the eye. (i am like the worst at summaries sorry)

word count: 1733 (but who's counting right..)

warnings: again i dont think so… maybe some swearing… gets maybe a little heated but nothing more.

so this is my first series, my official first fanfiction so i would really really really appreciate it if you guys gave me some feedback and tell me if you want me to continue it. i do have other chapters ready but i need to know if i should post them or not so please dont be shy. thank you and hope you enjoy.

I walked to the cafeteria of the University thankfully having a little break until my next class. I was completely out of it, the kiss replaying in my head over and over again. So when my best friend Jimin tried to get my attention I didn't notice at first.

“Kathy!” He waved his hands at me, screaming my name.

“What?” I asked him, coming back to my senses.

“I have been trying to get your attention for almost five minutes.” He replied settling down beside me. “What were you focused on so intently?”

I couldn’t help but blush as the image sprung back in my mind.

“Something happened in class this morning.” I answered.

“What? Did you get screamed out for being late?” He joked.

“We had a new teacher.” I answered still as serious.

“So what? Too hot you couldn’t concentrate?” He teased me.

“He asked me to stay behind, because he wanted to talk to me about sleeping in class.” I continued too shocked to get into his teasing. “Ok, so what? You’ve been asked to stay back plenty of times before because of your dozing off.” He dismissed.

That was true, I was known for sleeping in, my uni classes, but every time one of my teachers would call me out on it, saying how I need to concentrate or I would fail, I would always prove them wrong by being at the top of my classes.

“He sputtered some nonsense and then he just kissed me.” I finished, looking at him to portray how serious I was.

Jimin looked completely shocked by my confession.

“Oh my god, what did you do?” he asked me after composing himself.

“What the hell do you mean? I pushed him away and I ran the hell out of there.” I exclaimed, thinking it was the only logical thing to do.

“What why? He was hot right?” He asked, incredulous by my rejection.

“Yeah so what?” I replied, not seeing his point.

“You should’ve taken advantage of it. I mean it’s not every day that a hot older guy comes on to you. Why would you run from that?” He explained, as if what happened was not at all unethical.

“How about because he is a teacher.” I argued, finding him completely ridiculous.

“So what? Hot is hot, you should’ve enjoyed it.” He countered, nonchalantly.

“Look who’s talking, how is your crush on Yoongi going?” I asked him, knowing that will change the subject.

“Ok first of all, it’s not the same at all. Second of all shhhhhh.” He reasoned lamely.

“How is it not the same?” I asked him smugly.

“Because, you actually had the guy make a move on you, believe me if yoongi kissed me I would not be running away.” He said, with a teasing smile.

I just laughed at my best friend’s ridiculous reasoning, when I just felt a chill run down my body. I looked around and saw Mr. Tuan standing at the door of the cafeteria staring right at me so intensely it would’ve made my knees weak if I wasn’t already sitting down. Jimin followed my train of vision and saw him I assumed. He took my chin in between his finger and turned my head so I can focus back on him.

“Is that him?” He asked me, looking back to analyze him.  

I just nodded my head unable to outer a word. I tempted a look back to the door and saw that he was gone. I released a breath of relief finally able to relax, although something kept on bugging me.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked me, looking back at me.

“What do you mean?” I replied slightly confused.

“You have that look. The look that says that something is bothering you and you don’t have an answer for it.” He answered back.

“Ok we spend way too much time together.” I commented, hoping he would let it go. But he just gave me an incredulous look telling me he was not going to. “Ok fine. It’s gonna sound really weird but when I pushed him off, I could’ve sworn his eyes were red.”

“Red?” He repeated confused

“Yea, like flash on a camera in your eyes kind of red.” I explained.

“That’s weird.” Was his only reply.

“Anyways, got to go to class. I’ll see you later; don’t read too much into this whole thing. Also don’t look up now but here comes Yoongi.” I dismissed the whole talk getting up from the table and gathering my stuff.

Jimin blushed but tried to gain back his cool. I passed Yoongi on my way out and couldn’t help but say something to see him riled up.

“He’s all yours now champ. Go get him.” I whispered with a wink while reaching him.

Yoongi had a crush on Jimin who was oblivious about it just like Yoongi was oblivious of Jimin’s feelings for him. Everyone in the vicinity was aware of their crushes except them apparently. Some teachers were even shipping it at this point. It was funny to watch, mostly because Jimin, who was the smoothest talking guy anyone knew, would get all flustered and stuttery around Yoongi. And Yoongi, who was mostly cold and stone like would become soft when it came to Jimin. How they didn’t know about the others crush is beyond all of us. Although it has been going for a while and at this point we just want to push them in a closet until they admit their feelings already. Which is why I have been teasing them a whole lot more lately.

Through my entire lecture my mind kept going back to Mr. Tuan and that kiss. It wasn't the kiss itself that had me flustered, especially at the time. But maybe I should have been a bit more concerned about the fact that his teeth seem to be sharper than most and the way his eyes flash red when I pushed him away. But the past me was careless and thought that if she just let it go it wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass. Yeah well it still ended up biting me in the ass, maybe what happened next was also a catalyst of the path we found ourselves in now.

I was so entranced in my thoughts I almost did not notice the young gentleman in front of me turning around and trying to get my attention.

“Hey could you help me?” He whispered toward me what a big friendly smile.

I looked at him confused, it was well in the middle of the semester and I can't seem to recall him ever being in this lecture class. But then again, I don't notice much about the people around me while in class.

“I kind of just transferred here from a different University so I'm a little lost about the material.” He responded to my confused look, the smile never leaving his face.

I will still as confused seeing how it would be unlikely for someone to be able to be transferred in the middle of the semester but past me was charmed by the innocent smile that the boy was displaying.

“Sure.” I replied, going into an explanation of the core subject at the moment. While I was explaining the details of my notes to him I saw movement coming from his bag. When I looked closer all I saw was a little blurry ball of black fur.

“Cute pet.” I commented trying to get a better look at whatever was in the bag.

He stopped taking notes and his eyes were big and wide.

“So what kind of animal is it?” I asked not able to tell.

“I… uh… It’s…uh…” He stuttered out nervously.

“I won't tell the teacher if that's what you are worried about.” I assured him.

Before he could answer however, the bell rang signalling the end of the lecture. The young boy jumped up from his seat and made his way out of the class in record time. I just shrugged his behaviour off and made my way to the cafeteria for lunch. Before I could get very far, a hand grabbed me and I was quite roughly pushed to a wall in a deserted corner of the hallway. Lips were pressed on mine so suddenly; I froze not knowing what to do. My arms were pinned against the wall and I couldn’t move away. After a few more seconds the stranger finally pulled away and I saw that it was Mr. Tuan.

“What- what are you doing? Get off of me.” I exclaimed struggling against his hold.

He pressed his body against mine ignoring my protests. He put one of his hands against my cheek and forced me to look at him. Once he knew I was looking at him he spoke up.

“Who was that guy with you earlier?”

His hand trailed down to my neck agonizingly slow and rested at my collar bones. He rubbed them gently just above my chest. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts, his hand was too distracting and my heart was buzzing.

“Why do you wanna know what-what does it matter?” I tried to answer confidently but I couldn't help but stutter.

“I don't like to share what is mine. I don't want to see any boy having their hands on what's mine.” He replied, his head dipping to my neck. He placed sensual kisses along my neck with every word he said.

I tried to stay focus and push him off, but the kisses left a hot trail of fire along my neck and made it hard for me to concentrate. After a second I was able to snap out of it, the moment the words he said really hit me, it brought me back. While he was too busy administrating those torturous kisses the hand that was holding me captive loosened up, which gave me an opportunity to free myself. I gathered my strength and pushed him as hard as I could.

“Who the hell do you think you are? I am not some kind of object you can own. And I am not yours! I don't know you and you don't know me so what makes you say that I am yours?” I screamed angrily before walking away from him once again.

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I'm 17 and female. on average how much do you think my insurance would cost on a 1.2L corsa 2003 model, with a black box fitted? Also would it be cheaper if i put the insurance in my dads name (9 years no claims) and me as a named driver? I'm struggling to find quotes as i haven't passed my test yet, just wondering whether it's worth buying this car thanks in advance BQ: do you know of any cars which are fairly cheap for teenagers to insure?""

Can you get life insurance on a non-relative?

I am legally still considered a minor child, although I am 16. My parents are divorced and I live with my Mom in Georgia. My natural father is dying of cancer, and lives in Illinois. Is it possible to get a life insurance policy with me as the benefactor even if me and my father live in 2 different states? Technically my Mom & Dad are divorced and she would not be able to get a life insurance on him on her own, as she is a non-relative. But I am his only son, so couldn't I get one on him? Even though by law children cannot legally engage in any sort of contract.""

If my dad is a co signer for a car will my insurance be cheap?

I'm 19 and its my first car and my dad is the co signer will my insurance be low? What are cheap insurance agencies for teenagers?

Where to buy individual health insurance?

I am looking to buy an individual health plan. I have just quited my job and have opened a small automobile repair shop. What are the options?

Can i freeze my car insurance?

Hi i am from ireland, and i am insured with Quinn insurance, I am 20. I am goin travelling for a few months in February. I am insured under my fathers policy, but he doesnt drive my car as he has his own van. I have to pay nearly 1000 at the end of January to insure my car but i am wondering could i freeze my insurance and pay for it when i get back. During my time away i am also going to try sell the car. so any help please.""

Car insurance?

my husband has just been sent a letter saying he has been done for doing 38 in a 30mph limit and has encured 60 fine and 3 penalty points. what is the situation regarding his car insurance . does he have to inform them about it? i think he should but my sister says you dont have to.

""Which insurance company is BETTER in Naples, FL -- UHC or CIGNA?

Planning to get an individual insurance and those two are one of the good ones. I'll also get a Dental Premier (ppo) and Vision Plan. A bit worried on the dental though coz there are only few who has affiliation with insurance companies. HEEEEEEEELP. Which one is better?

How much should I save up for car insurance?

right now I have 0 money. But with that said, my uncle has promised me to buy a new car such as the hyundai elentra. This is about 16-20 grand. Now he states that I should be responsible to pay for the maintenance,gas and the insurance of the car. So technically I have the car but now need to save up for the insurance. How much do you believe should I save up before cashing in the car?""

Can I have military health insurance and Regular Health Insurance?

1.Am I allowed to have both military and normal health insurance? 2. Can I see regular nonmilitary doctors with Military health insurance?

Does anyone have any idea which insurance company is the cheapest for learner drivers?

Does anyone have any idea which insurance company is the cheapest for learner drivers?

How can I get a car insurance quote if I'm under 18?

I don't have my license yet but a large part of what decides what car I can get depends on what the car insurance would cost. Since I am under 18 not of the car insurance websites will give me a quote and if i lie about my age it will change the cost. Any ideas?

Who can give me the name of some good health insurance companies or health insurance assistance programs?

Please tell me your monthly payment, the company name, your deductible, whether it's an individual or family policy, and if a family policy, how many family members in the plan. This info will help me decide who has the most affordable insurance for my budget. I just got layed off and my $60/mo medical insurance will cost $900/mo to keep it going. Like how the helll am I supposed to pay $900/mo; that's $225/wk! They must be dammm crazy!""

How much will 4 points cost me in auto insurance in New Jersey?

I have State Farm Insurance, Comp and Collision, New Vehicle in New Jersey""

Maternity Health Insurance?

This is probably a weird place to ask this, but having trouble finding an answer online. I have individual health insurance, and my plan will not cover a pregnancy if conception occurs before 6 months after I add the maternity coverage. I am not currently pregnant, however I would like to begin trying before 6 months from now. Does anyone know of a health care plan that you can add maternity coverage to, and not have a waiting period for conception? For instance, if I opted for extra coverage in October and became pregnant in Dec., could I be covered?""

Cheap car insurance with different situations?

HI I have one car at the moment. I am looking to buy another one for my wife. I want to know how will it work out cheap to get both insured. is it 1) If we both can drive eachothers cars? 2)we have seperate insurances on our cars and we can not drive eachothers cars? 3)I can drive my wife's car but she cant drive mine.? Also how can we protect individual no claim bonuses aswel. Thanks

Argh! Insurance rates went up?

So my friend and I were out driving his car and when he got out at a store, I hopped in the driver's seat. I have a class 5 license, so it's all legal there. We weren't speeding or doing anything illegal, we had nothing to hide, so everything was legit. However, pulling out of a four-way, an officer pulled us over because our tail lights were busted. Of course, I had no idea and basically the officer just issued a warning to my friend (he's the owner of the car, so he did most of the talking). However, the officer did take my license and took a while with it; in this time I had no idea what he was doing. There was nothing but politeness and courtesy exchanged in the end we just drove straight to the party we were headed to. At the party though, there was some guy who put his hand out to shake mine for Insurance rates going up . This guy's on an ego-trip so I had no care about what he had to say at all but now I'm kind of worried. Question: Did my insurance rates go up for driving without tail lights? I understand that, as driver, I'm fully responsible of the vehicle, but the owner was with me and so he doesn't have to be the one that gets tagged with the record for this??? I live in Canada and the officer didn't inform me of anything like this. Help, please and thank you.""

How can you get medical insurance in the State of Va.?

I have been turned down by medicare because My daughter makes to much money. Turned down by private insurances because of preexisting illness.

Motorcycle insurance? how much?

can someone guess how much will a motorcycle insurance be for an 18 year old male in CA with no road driving experience at all?, and the bike he will get is a 2008 Ninja 250r or 2006 Katana 600?.....also note he will take the MSF course and this will be his first road vehicle...thanks!!""

Question about cheap health insurance??/?

i am looking to buy some health insurance that is affordable that will cover a tubal reversal surgery %100. I had my tubes ties or burned 5 years ago and now we would like to have ...show more

Is it illegal to drive in florida without insurance? ?

Is it illegal to drive in florida without insurance? ?

Can I save money on insurance?

If I get hired as a Medical Assistant, can I use that to my advantage on car insurance and get a discount? I am currently in sales and might get a job offer as a Medical Assistant here soon. I am graduated from an accredited program and have my Certification. Thanks, for your time!

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