#i wish they gave us a blanket decor item in this game

[redcraneacnh]

Maximum Coze

[swordduels]

Tsh.

Instead of giving clear answers he was leaving Circe to explore on her own. For someone who's been hounding her for years about marriage he was quite flimsy with working out the details for their games. Very well. It gave her time to figure out what to do for their date.

While discovering the castle and his church she was drawn in by different art pieces as well as colorful glass windows with decorative details. What Regulus did in his spare time or how he relaxed had never been on Circe's mind before but she knew two things. He liked beautiful things and had an inflated ego. Seeing his art preferences only fed her impression of him but it also brought ideas for their first date. Circe wasn't an artist but she would do an attempt to paint him and then ask him to paint her while spending time in his garden.

The ideas grew as Circe moved between flower beds, statues, fontains and trimmed bushes. She would ask around for items such as paint brushes. They would need a blanket as well as a basket with food and drinks. His wives could be her aid through this if she treated them with kindness unless they felt threatened by her status as a potential bride. So far Circe had only seen them shuffle around to aid him or take care of chores and moved away whenever she entered or left a room.

Circe had been admiring a flower bed with pink flowers and was about to leave when Regulus suddenly stood in front of her. Her eyelashes fluttered in surprise. "Hello yourself." Seeing as Circe had closed her magical gate during her exploration of Regulus domain she had not sensed him at all. It made her feel vulnerable to stand before him without having the access to her magic but a promise was a promise.

Hopefully he would honor the rules...

Then she felt something landing on her. While lifting one hand to catch whatever it was she both felt and saw a rain of roses falling from above. "Regulus, does this country have invisible clouds filled with red roses? If not I'll have you know I even closed my magic gate." The tone was gentle as to not sound aggresive and raise his fight responce. She would honor the rules even if he decided to cheat his way out. Maybe he would actually pay attention if she did. Circe wrinkled her nose as she was gradually buried in roses. "Fantastic, I will try to find somewhere to place them later." At least she wasn't cut by thorns but some roses got tangled into her hair.

"Granted and granted." It wasn't too much to ask for if she against all odds would fall in love with him. It only made sense to use her abilities for him and show devotion if she was to ger married. Circe began removing roses from her hair while listening to his third wish.

"Everyone I know, that would include you, Regulus." There was a gleam in her eyes while she grinned. "Is that really what you want?"

@fallesto

He was not someone who wished to waste time, even more amusing was that all he had, was nothing other than time to waste, seeing as time did not march forward for him at all, but he was greedy and he wished to waste little time at all, no time at all, as he would part ways with her for the moment, allowing a handful of hours to pass for the time being, as he would allow her to walk through the gardens, explore the grounds, see the sights and sounds for herself of what his kingdom was, which in truth, was a castle, a church and gardens, there was nothing else here, because there was no need for anything else.

“Hello.”

As he appeared right before her, out of nowhere at all, out of thin air as her head was hit, with a rose, and then another and another, until she was covered with them, drowning within the pile of red roses that dropped right onto her head and had her swimming within them, as again he was starting then, he was starting, he was playing by the rules, she said he could not use his powers to win her heart, he just happened to be moving this mountain of perfect roses and she just happened, to be in the spot where he was dropping them.

It would be a violation to accuse him of anything strange.

“We take turns of course, with them and I go first, with gifts.”

Love was gifts within his eyes, showering someone with physical affection, something you can hold, something you can keep, something that was unlike anything anyone else can ever get there hands upon, as these roses, like himself and a great many other things around him, was timeless, the flow of time has ended, they remained perfect, within there prime as well, they will never be damaged, never age, there petals where blood red and would remain as such, she could try and pull them, it would fail, even the thorns did not harm her at all remaining there, but unable to do such a thing.

“My wishes then.” As he would place his hand to his face and tap his finger there for the moment, what could the man who has everything, ever want for himself, when she could tell he was lacking in very little indeed. “The first one will be, your powers will be mine to use.” That was a given, her abilities, her powers, her magic, all of it, would be his and she would use them for him and never for herself again. “The next, devotion.” She will obey every single command, without question, obey, serve, protect, fight for him and if needed, die for him as well, the same as all the others as well, there was no room for anything else other than suicidal love that was directed right at him.

“Finally, you will kill, everyone you know.”

As he chuckled, she will end, her friends, followers, anyone and everyone that knew her, even in name only she would end them herself, he did not wish to do it himself, killing was awful, he was far too kind to do such a thing like that as he would take one rose from the mountain around her and that she was trapped within and place it within her hair, the first one had been done, he had showered her with gifts, how could the heart not beat, a thousand times more quicker at such a thing like that as he stepped back, spins around on his heels and walks away, he was winning, he knew it, and when she was ready for herself.

She could come and find him, and try and win him over.

[retroellie]

Random Ellie headcannons

WanSummary: Just some happy ellie headcannons to get you through your week

A/N: i made these really quick so plz excuse the messiness <3

Warnings: None

Word count: 710

-Ellie had a huge soft spot for you

-Ever since the day y'all met you had her wrapped around her finger

-You were too good to be true for her

-You guys snuck out of jackson a lot to go on little dates with each other

-The lake was y'alls favorite place to go especially in the summer

-You both would strip down to your underwear and sometimes if y'all were getting a little....dirty, you would just take it all off

-You were the one to cut ellie's hair for the first time and ellie feared her life that day

-"You're cutting too much off the top!"

-"Do you wanna look like Joan Jett or not?"

-She ended up liking it but she went to someone who actually knew what they were doing from that day on

-We all know ellie likes video games and she could probably spend days playing them if it weren't for you

-When you get lonely and want attention from ellie when she's playing video games, she allows you to sit in her lap while she plays

-She always tells you, your her good luck charm

-I've said this before and i'll say it again but ellie always brings something back to you while on her rounds

-To list a few items she's brought you back a fuzzy blanket, a david bowie poster, a book on poems, all of the friday the 13th's, and a candle that smells like pumpkin spice

-That's just a few by the way, your room is filled with stuff she gave you

-You like to read her poems you like even though she has no idea what they are saying because of the old language they use

-She never understands them but one time you read her a poem that said

-“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –

slender Aphrodite has overcome me

with longing for a girl.”

-Ellie remembered this quote simply because it's what it felt to fall in love with you

-So many nights have been spent with you two talking about random late night thoughts you have

-"What would you be doing right now if you were in the old world?"

-"Hopefully in bed with you while we talk about our day at work."

-"Where would we work?"

-"You would be an artist and I would be a writer, or maybe a movie maker."

-"Could you imagine my artwork in a museum and underneath it has a golden plaque that says "Ellie williams.""

-"what would the painting be of?"

-"You."

-When something was wrong with you, let's say you've been sad lately, ellie always knows

-There's always a slight change in you

-She would always do something nice for you, like one time she found an old shed and decorated it with all kinds of lights

-It was always something sweet like that with ellie, she would always be able to make you smile

-You worked in the garden a lot and ellie would always walk over there when you were on your lunch break

-Y'all would walk down to your spot which was underneath a big oak tree in the middle of jackson and eat whatever ellie made for y'all

-You would watch the city in action, the kids coming home from school, the cowboys on their horses, the teenage lovers sneaking out of school and the old married couples getting some fresh air

-After that ellie would walk you back to work, hand in hand

-Joel invited you over for dinner a lot and you weren't complaining, you loved his cooking

-Joel and Esther loved having you two over

-You and ellie baked a lot together, it would always end up a mess but y'all made some pretty good things

-You were the person that ellie smoked her first joint with, she had a whole panic attack but you were there the entire time

-You,ellie,dina and jessie went on double dates, they basically were just y'all hanging out with each other at someone's house

-You and ellie weren't really any to pda but holding hands or touching each other in some way was something y'all did a lot

-Y'all were the cutest couple in jackson like people wished they were y'all

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter fourteen

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

ao3 link

*

“A bit higher.” 

Beca pushed the small mountain-shaped shelf an inch higher, looking over her shoulder as she held it. “Like that?” 

Chloe nodded, smiling. “Perfect.” She walked over and handed Beca the drill, watching as she skillfully made a hole into the wall and inserted a dowel. “I didn’t know you were handy with tools.” 

Beca snickered. “Basic things only.” She twisted the screw in and hung the shelf, taking a few steps back to observe her work. “That looks cute.” 

Chloe glanced around the room, nodding as she absent-mindedly rubbed her belly. She had just reached thirty weeks, and Bean’s arrival was scarily close. The nursery was coming along nicely, the crib having just been delivered today, while the rest was pretty much done. 

The closet was full of onesies, tops, pants and a few dresses, swaddles, blankets, and loveys, and the dark oak changing table (matching the yet to be assembled crib) was stocked up with diapers, wipes, bodysuits, and a variety of creams and oils. 

Chloe had channeled her stress into reading as much as she could about newborns, what to do and not do, and while she had experience with babies from back when she was a teenager, she was relieved not to be doing this on her own.

“It does,” Chloe agreed, loving the subtle woodland theme she went for and all the love they poured into making this safe place for Bean. “It’s really cozy.” 

“Alright, now onto the big project,” Beca said, nodding towards the large package laying on the floor. “You’ll get to see how limited my knowledge of tools really is.” 

Chloe laughed and helped take the different parts of the cribs out of the box, then headed into the kitchen to get them some refreshments. 

The last six weeks had been really good. The Bellas welcoming her back with open arms had definitely helped with Chloe’s recovery, and her talk with Beca, that promise that she would wait for her to be ready filled Chloe with a renewed sense of self-worth and made her fall in love with Beca a little bit more. 

Chloe was now just over six months sober. The nagging for booze and snow sat somewhere at the back of the brain, and she doubted it would ever go away, but she was getting better at not listening to it. 

She stifled a laugh at the sight of Beca looking awfully perplexed by the instructions when she walked back into the room. “You good?” 

Beca chuckled. “Yeah. Just trying to make sense of this.” She glanced up to Chloe, accepting the glass of homemade lemonade with a smile and setting it beside her. 

“They sent us two baby monitors?” Chloe asked as she sat on the floor, noticing the two exact same boxes. They had ordered a bunch of stuff from the same website, and quite a few boxes had come with the crib while Chloe was at her NA meeting, and Beca had put everything in the nursery. “We only ordered one.” 

“No, um, I figured one more would be handy,” Beca said as she picked up one of the crib ends and two of the four legs, along with four bolts. “So I hear Bean when she cries at night, too.”

Chloe shook her head. “I can take care of nights. I don’t want your whole sleeping rhythm to be thrown off because of Bean, you’ve got work, too.” 

“I know, but I’m concerned the lack of sleep might mess up with your recovery if you handle it on your own. I’ve read some horror stories about some babies waking up every few hours and that for six months.” Her focus shifted from the crib assembling to Chloe. “I meant what I said when I told you you wouldn’t be on your own with this. But I don’t want to overstep either, so I want you to tell me if you need me to back up a little. I promise I won’t be upset.” 

Chloe’s heart swelled with more love. She didn’t know why she kept being surprised every time Beca showed her how dedicated to the both of them she was. Still, she felt a little guilty for disrupting Beca’s routine, but she knew Beca was right. 

“You’re not overstepping,” Chloe assured her, softly. “And I want you guys to bond, so I think you taking care of her without me might be a great way to do that.”

“Okay,” Beca murmured, smiling as she went back to her task at hand. “The label already knows I’m taking two months off once she’s born, so I’m around to help out. Maybe she’ll sleep through the night by the time I have to head back.” 

Chloe chuckled. “We can always dream.” She cleared her throat. “I was also thinking about Bean’s guardians, in case something happens to me, and I’d like for you to be one of them.” 

Beca paused mid-screwing in a bolt and met Chloe’s gaze. It was clear she was moved, and it made Chloe smile. “Of course. I’d be honored.” 

“Aubrey will be the other guardian, just so you know. So if I die, you’ll be seeing a lot more of her.” 

Beca’s nose wrinkled. “Is it too late to backtrack?” She asked with a soft laugh. Chloe knew she was just joking, as she and Aubrey got on really well, now. “I think Aubrey is a great pick. At least I know I won’t have to be the bad cop. But let’s hope she and I never have to be Bean’s guardians. I’m good with just being the cool aunt.”

The crib was easier to put together than they had originally thought. It only took Beca forty-five minutes, and once it was all done, Chloe grabbed the mattress and set it inside.

“It’s just missing one thing,” Beca said, casting Chloe a smile before she left the room, coming back a minute later. “Close your eyes.” 

Chloe did so, and it sounded like Beca was fumbling with something by the crib. 

“Okay, open them now.” 

Chloe let out a soft gasp at the sight of the animal mobile set up above the crib. A fox surrounded by mountains and clouds. “Beca…” 

“I wanted to get Bean a gift, and you mentioned an animal mobile, so I had this custom made with a friend of a friend.” 

“It’s perfect,” Chloe whispered, blinking back the tears pricking behind her eyes. She was used to crying over the smallest of things by now that she wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Wrapping an arm around Beca���s waist, she leaned her head over her shoulder, basking in the warmth and peace being in close proximity with Beca brought her. 

“I think so, too,” Beca murmured, her own arm coming up to wrap around Chloe’s back as she brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. 

*

Summer chilled to fall over the following week. Chloe was thankful for the cooler temperatures, as her body felt like a furnace on its own, she didn’t need any additional heat. Now thirty-one weeks, she had started to waddle, much to Beca’s amusement, it seemed, even if she only claimed to find it adorable. She also got winded after walking up a single flight of stairs and was insanely grateful for the elevator in Beca’s building. 

Hanging a left when it reached the right floor, Chloe headed down the hallway, pulling her keys out of her jacket pocket and sliding them into the lock. 

“SURPRISE!” 

Chloe jolted slightly, her hand shooting up to her chest in shock. Most of the Bellas stood in Beca’s decorated living-room, beaming at her. Above them hung a cute oh baby banner and a table was laid out with various snacks and a cake. 

“Oh my gosh, you guys!” She exclaimed as soon as she regained her composure, stepping further inside to hug each one of her friends tightly. “Did you do all this?” She asked when she got to Beca, awe leaking in her tone.

“Aubrey helped,” Beca said, nodding towards the blonde standing to her right. 

“Thank you,” Chloe murmured as she pulled away, embracing Aubrey next. It had taken some time for them to find their way back to how they used to be after so many years apart, and Chloe was so grateful Aubrey gave her a second chance. “Love you, Bree.” 

“Love you, too.” 

The afternoon was filled with fun activities such as onesie decorating, a Name that Tune game with songs that had the word baby in it, and a cupcake decorating contest. Towards the end of the day, Chloe was coaxed into opening the girls’ present, starting with the one Jessica set in her lap. 

“This is from all of us,” she said, smiling as Chloe peered into the bag. 

She fished the item out, her heart bursting in her chest as she unfolded the blue and gold onesie which bore the Barden Bella B. “Oh… I love it. Thank you.” 

The girls definitely spoiled Bean, gifting Chloe with a bunch of adorable onesies, animal stuffies, mittens, swaddles, a bear winter jumpsuit for those freezing days ahead of them, and an expensive-looking electric swing.

“This is too much,” she croaked out once she had unwrapped the large box, shaking her head in disbelief as the girls simply waved her concern off. 

“Oh, that’s from your parents,” Beca chimed in as Chloe reached for the second-to-last present. 

Tears pooled in her eyes (she had honestly lost track of how many times she’d cried in the last couple of hours) as she took the familiar item out of the bag. “It’s my baby blanket,” she told the girls as she unfolded the mustard blanket her mom had knitted while she was pregnant with her. She traced the name she had picked for her baby girl, which her mom had added in white lettering in a corner. Chloe smiled as she brought it to her nose; it smelled like home. 

The last gift was a pampering kit for Chloe, as well as a few items she would need for after labor. 

“I learned some stuff about childbirth that I wish I’d never known while looking for items to add to this,” Amy said with a grimace, drawing a giggle from Chloe. “I didn’t know things could tear like that down below.” 

Chloe winced along with the rest of the Bellas, her chuckle coming out strained. “Thanks, Amy.” 

Beca ordered pizzas for everyone, and the girls stuck around until nine pm, helping to clean up the living-room before they left. Chloe changed into her pajamas and made herself some herbal tea for her and Beca, joining her on the couch. 

“You okay?” Beca asked as she took one of the mugs from Chloe. 

“Yeah,” Chloe breathed out, curling up on the opposite end of the couch. “Thank you for today. It was so nice to see the girls again. I’m really lucky.” 

“You’re welcome, Chlo.” She motioned towards her lap. “C’mon, hand me those feet.” 

Chloe giggled, setting her feet on Beca’s thighs and biting back a moan as she started kneading the sole of her right foot. It had become a sort of a ritual these past few weeks, for Beca to give Chloe a foot rub while they chilled on the couch after dinner. “Am I going to lose those privileges once I’m no longer pregnant?” She teased. 

Beca smirked. “We’ll see.”

“I heard back from my old vet school, this morning,” Chloe said, following a few minutes of comfortable silence. She had been communicating back and forth with the advisor over there, who finally heard back from the head of the department. “Since I did two years of vet school already, I’d only have to do one more year to become a vet tech. They offered for me to jump into the school year in January, but that feels a little too soon after Bean gets here, so I think I’ll wait until September next year,” she explained as she rubbed her bump. “But I definitely plan on getting a part-time job waitressing or something by next spring, as soon as Bean is old enough go to daycare.” 

Finding a good daycare with availability had been a headache, but Chloe had luckily found a spot at the one she had set her eyes on in the neighborhood. 

“That’s great news,” Beca mused aloud, smiling. “I’m proud of you.” 

“I wouldn’t be where I am without you, Bec,” Chloe murmured, returning her smile. A groan flitted past her lips a second later. “Ugh, I need to pee again.” 

Beca chuckled as Chloe heaved herself to her feet and waddled to the bathroom. She had just shut the door behind her when a sharp pain in her lower belly made her double over, her hand shooting out to grip the counter while the other one cradled her bump. 

Panic gripped her insides as she slowly straightened when her head stopped spinning, letting go of her stomach to dip her hand past the waistband of her sweatpants. Her fingers met something warm and sticky, and Chloe’s heart lurched to her throat when she pulled them out, eyes zeroing on the blood. 

“No, no, no,” she muttered to herself, forcing down the lump forming in her throat with a hard swallow. She called Beca’s name, her voice wavering as tears rose to her eyes. 

“What’s wrong??” Beca rushed out as she rounded the corner, the sight before her answering her own question. Her eyes widened, and she paled, freezing for a couple of seconds before setting into motion. “I’m taking you to the ER. I’ll grab your shoes and coat.” 

Chloe gave a faint nod even though she wasn’t sure she registered Beca’s words. Her feet seemed rooted to the floor while Beca’s hurried steps faded. She couldn’t move. She kept staring at her bloodied hand as the most dreaded, terrible, gut-wrenching feeling seized her entire being. 

“I can’t--” she found herself saying when Beca appeared in her line of vision. The air got stuck in her throat before it could reach her lungs, just as her words died before it reached her tongue. She couldn’t lose her baby. “Bec.” 

“I know,” Beca murmured as she helped Chloe slip her jacket on. Her own hands were shaking. She bent down to guide Chloe’s feet into her sneakers, one by one, then grabbed a towel from the cupboard under the sink. 

Another cramp made Chloe cry out, and she felt more blood seeping out of her, in a greater amount this time around. She felt it dripping down her legs and choked on a sob, clutching at her stomach. 

The elevator ride and walk to the car was a blur, and Chloe found herself blankly staring out the window as Beca rushed to the hospital, hoping with all her might that her baby would be okay.

[personasintro]

My Tiny Secret | 12; Protego

𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 | 12; Protego

⏤𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; Pretty face doesn’t make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that.

⏤𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokjin x reader

⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut

⏤𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: toxic relationship, mistress au, strong language

⏤> 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒙

buy me a coffee?♡

Kim Seokjin is one huge mystery.

A mystery you’re trying to solve by silently observing from the distance. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing because you know he doesn’t want to show you who he really is. There just has to be something more to him, or it’s just your natural persona trying to find something good in him. He surely can’t be that ignorant, not after he does all those little things you realize during sleepless nights.

“Thank you,” you speak up, leaning against the kitchen counter as you watch him putting a milk bottle into the fridge. “You didn’t have to buy anything.” you remind him, not wanting to bother him or make him feel like he had to do it.

All those new emotions you feel with each day is messing with your mind, but you can’t help but feel the warmth spreading through your heart at his gesture. But it all seems to crash down once he opens his mouth.

“Actually, I had to,” he says, shutting the fridge once he’s done with putting everything to its place. Since there was barely anything in cabinets, he didn’t have a hard time to find place for all the items he bought. “You barely had any food.” he points out, almost glaring at you as you grow embarrassed underneath his luring and dark eyes.

The last thing you need is for him to tell you that you’re not able to take care of yourself or Yoojin. Maybe he thinks that, but he stays quiet after that while he leans against the edge of kitchen counter with his lower back.

“Well, it’s hard to go shopping with a newborn and with no car.” you grumble under your breath, disappointed with yourself for even speaking up.

It’s just another reason for him to say that you’re not able to take care of your son.

“I thought you’ve a car.” he frowns, faintly remembering you driving from his place in a small silver car.

He mostly picked you up from work or even from your old apartment, but the memory of you driving a old and overused car is somehow craved in his memory. He never realized he remembers or knows such thing.

“I have,” you tell him, a sigh of annoyance leaving your lips. “But it broke down.”

It was one of those days where you barely used it, nine months heavily pregnant just required for you to stay home, but Hoseok was working and you were the only one who could go grocery shopping. You wanted to surprise Hoseok with his favorite meal, ignoring how he told you he would go grocery shopping the next day. You wanted to do something nice for him but you just had no luck that day.

Instead of buying an actual needed items for the dinner, you ended up being stuck in front of shop because the engine wouldn’t start. Let’s just say you spent the rest of the evening listening to Hoseok scolding you. Thankfully, he was quick to come get you and get your car fixed.

But it still hasn’t got fixed.

“When?” Seokjin fills the silence with his raspy voice, arms crossing over his chest and you ignore how his biceps bulge from the slightest movement.

“I don’t know, like, almost two months ago?” you ask unsurely.

You lost track of time ever since Yoojin was born and stupidly enough, you’re glad they don’t have it fixed yet. You don’t have that kind of money to cover all expanses right now, even though there is a huge amount on your account. You still need to transfer it to Hoseok’s bank account without him actually knowing about your secret plans.

“And they haven’t been able to get it fixed till now?” you watch a slight crease create between his thick eyebrows, his eyes looking as if he’s scolding you.

“I don’t think so. They told me they would contact me once it’s done.” you shrug, probably making even a bigger idiot out of yourself in front of him but you don’t care.

You don’t necessarily need it, although it would be nice to have a car. Hoseok used to be the one who drove you everywhere, or even borrowed you his car whenever you needed it.

“Where did you get it fixed?” he asks, his dark eyes watching you with the same intensity which only makes you shift underneath his gaze.

Why the hell does he have such a weird aura around him? You envy him for making you feel such mixed feelings.

“Some car service shop around the corner. Near Hoseok’s apartment.”

At the mention of your best friend, you carefully eye him for some reason, since you’re very aware of Seokjin’s hatred feelings towards him. He doesn’t react in any particular way, only looks away for a couple of seconds before soft cries are heard from another room. You’re already standing straight but before you can move an inch, Seokjin’s already brushing past you.

“I’ll get him.” he simply says before he’s gone, already gone from your presence.

Seconds later, he comes back with Yoojin carefully placed on his chest just like you’ve learned him, your heart warming at the pure sight. He doesn’t cry, but still wiggles with his little legs to let everyone know that he’s awake.

“He’s getting more active.” you comment, adoring smile on your face as you watch the back of your son’s head which is decorated with tiny black hair.

You watch him trying to lift his head from Seokjin’s shoulder, but fails miserably since he’s too small for that.

“He’s so tiny.” he almost whispers, holding his son protectively as he observes his every move.

The sight is pleasing, almost too pleasing for your eyes, watching him standing just couple of meters away from you still dressed in his suit with a small baby in his hold. It’s a sight you thought you would never be able to see. It’s rather strange to see him in this position where atmosphere changed just in a split second, but you welcome it with opened arms. You like this Seokjin way more than the one who’s just plain rude and not careful with his words. He’s still somewhere behind all the image you’re seeing right now, but you wish he would just stay like this.

Yoojin whimpers, wiggling more in Seokjin’s hold and you watch his eyes slightly widen at the sudden movement and you can’t help but chuckle, already used to his small trashing. It will only get more intense with his age, but Seokjin is still caught off guard and not very used to it yet. So you come closer, placing your hand over Yoojin’s head as you caress it.

“You’re tiny, right pumpkin?” you talk to your son, smiling endearingly at his opened eyes that aren’t focused on anything specific.

He’s too small to even observe something, but you can’t help but think that he’s just curious about his surroundings. Whenever he’s awake, he’s just looking around curiously and something’s telling you that’s exactly what he’s going to be, once he’ll get older. Curious.

“Pumpkin?” Seokjin asks with a soft voice, not wanting to scare the small human in his arms. “That’s cute.” he admits, your lips curving into amused grin.

You never thought you would hear him say a word ‘cute’, especially with that kind of tone that makes you wonder if this is really Kim Seokjin in front of you. The proximity between you two is almost non-existent and his muscular cologne scent is like a slap straight into your face. It’s like you’re brought right back to all those times you spent your nights together, tangled in bed, alongside with all emotions he made you feel.

Swallowing that awful lamp in your throat, you try to distract yourself with caressing your son’s soft skin, acting as if Seokjin’s presence doesn’t phase you.

You don’t mention the meaning behind Yoojin’s cute nickname that Hoseok gave him. He doesn’t need to know, especially not when you know how he feels about your best friend. All those times you had to promise him that he’s only that. You know now, it was just part of his possessiveness because he felt threatened by him. He could sense how strong your friendship is. Maybe a part of him was scared that Hoseok would talk you out of it, of your secret rendezvous with Seokjin. Which he tried to but you, stupidly enough, never listened to him and continued with seeing him.

He was hurting you, some of it maybe intentionally and some of it not. It was your fault and own stupidity that pleasure took over your senses and you couldn’t see how bad he really was for you. And when you finally realized it, it was too late to turn back and stay out of his life. Maybe it’s just destiny mocking you for your stupid decisions. Or it’s karma, for God knows what for.

“Seokjin?” you ask, purposely avoiding his gaze which you’re not even sure if he’s looking at you. But better be safe, you don’t look at him, your eyes purely set on Yoojin. “Did you stay the night?”

There’s a beat of silence, with occasional soft baby grunts from Yoojin, before you hear him sigh. “Yeah, I didn’t plan to. I fell asleep.”

And for some reason, you want to tell him that it’s fine. That it was almost comforting knowing there’s someone else in the next room and you’re not just a single lonely mother. Even if it’s him, you were glad for the extra company even though you weren’t sure if he was still there. But the image that was waiting for you after you woke up, the blanket and all the trace from him was telling you otherwise.

“So,” Ah, here we go. “Your wife was here.”

The words are easy, but comes heavy from your mouth as you say it with held breath. There is no manual how to say such a thing, especially to a person who you’ve no idea how’s going to react.

Right after his wife was gone, you knew you’ll have to tell him. You just didn’t know when and now it just popped out. Better sooner than later, right?

“She was what?” his voice booms, not so soft anymore and you look at his furious eyes, regretting that you even looked up in the first place. “And you’re telling me this just now?” he exclaims with scowled glare at you.

“Be glad I even told you. I was thinking about not telling you at all.” you frown at him, glaring at him right back.

Well, that’s just lie. You knew you wanted to tell him about the unexpected visit from his beloved wife, but he doesn’t need to know that. He needs to understand that he can be glad you even told him.

“What did she want?” he asks, his tone calming down as he starts to pat Yoojin’s back.

“She wanted to know if you’ve stayed the night. Amongst other things.” you mumble the last part, still kind of shocked that she even paid you a visit.

Rather than feeling angry about it, you’re embarrassed by her cold and judgmental eyes she was giving you through the whole time.

“What did you tell her?”

“That I don’t know,” you shrug, massaging your temples as you notice his pissed expression he’s trying desperately hold for Yoojin’s sake. You’ve never seen him control anger this way and you’re currently thankful for Yoojin being in his arms. “Look, the reason I told you is that I don’t want her to come here and remind me of my, our, mistake.”

He’s quiet, processing your words and mentally focusing and trying to maintain his anger. You can see it from his frozen gaze and if he wasn’t still patting Yoojin’s back, you would've thought he completely froze. He clenches and unclenches his jaw, making his jawline even more prominent in natural lighting.

“How does she even know where I live?” you ask him, snapping him out of his trace as he looks at you before he adverts his eyes elsewhere.

“She found documents about this place,” he bluntly says, letting an exhausted sigh as he rubs his eye with free hand. “I never thought she would actually come here.” he points out his thoughts.

“Well, she did,” you murmur. “She wanted to see Yoojin.”

That one sentence, one mention about your son causes his head to snap your direction as he doesn’t hide his surprise. “What?” he manages to choke out, his voice harsh and filled with disbelief.

“I didn’t let her,”

That manages to get some relief out of him, which makes you even more anxious. Would she do something stupid if you let her? You’re suddenly getting more scared because you’ve no idea who that woman truly is. If Seokjin is reacting this weird way, you’ve no idea what she’s truly capable of.

“She’s hurt, Seokjin.” you tell him softly, his eyes not moving an inch from yours.

“I don’t care,” he scoffs. “She has no right to come here and ask to see my son. Who the fuck does she think she is?”

This time he doesn’t hide his anger and frustration. You wonder if they ever loved themselves, if they’re both reacting to each other so cold and loveless. But can Kim Seokjin even love someone?

“She’s your wife.”

“I don’t care!” he snaps, his breath rigid as he looks at you with so much hatred that makes you feel so small. “Fuck,” he breathes out but doesn’t apologize for his outburst. “I need to go.” he says, carefully detaching Yoojin from his chest, who’s asleep despite of his father’s sudden outburst.

You’re quick to carefully take him, his small body is warm from Seokjin’s and even his clothes faintly smell like his father, once you safely hold him.

“Seokjin?” you call out to him just in time as he was ready to walk out of kitchen.

He glances at you, but you see nothing but anger in those doe eyes that looks almost deadly.

“Don’t do something stupid. She’s just hurt.” you softly tell him and rather than giving you a simple nod, he doesn’t give you anything. He turns around and soon enough, you hear the front door to open and close.

And again, you’re alone with mini Seokjin in your arms who’s unaware of the situation right now. You just pray he hasn’t inherited his father’s personality, your quickly beating heart is just the proof of what that man’s capable of with just a single glare.

The rustling of keys is the only things that fills the silence that's been the only company for Seokjin – except the hard liquor in his hands. He doesn't stand up, not wasting his time to actually move because he knows she'll find him. The black boots and Valentino coat that's hanging on the rack is a great clue – and detection at the same time – to tell her of the man's presence.

He sips from the whiskey, staring at the bottle of some rare edition that he got from his father as celebration of becoming one of the most successful CEOs in South Korea. He should've opened it when celebrating something exclusive, something that makes him happy, not just from the miserable mood that's bubbling inside of him. He surely shouldn't have drink it alone, he should've celebrate and drink it with a nice company. But there's no need for celebration, and surely no nice company.

He's like the wolf without his pack. Lost and alone. It's nothing new to him, he's been like that for a long time and he practically feels numb towards those emotions, or the fact that that's exactly what he is.

As expected, the door from his office is slowly being pushed open before her head pokes through the door frame. She is surprised, but slight smile spreads on her red lips.

“Wow, you're home.” she mocks, stepping into the comfort of his office before her eyes drops towards the bottle that's sitting on the small circle shaped table.

With his legs spread and locked jaw, he can't ever spare her a glance before he would lost it. So taking another sip, he puts the glass down beside the almost full bottle before his eyes trail down her figure.

She's beautiful. There's no lie in there. She's wearing one of those white pencil dress that are in her closet for the longest time. It's kind of shock, most of her clothes ends up in a huge pile to throw out, but not this one. It's the dress that he met her in, her favorites. Her black straight hair is pushed back, exposing her collarbones and décolletage along with the faintest marks that continues down her chest, but are hidden behind the expensive material.

“Back from your dick appointment?” he shoots back, wondering if she has no shame standing in his office, mocking him, when another man touched her just today.

“And you?” she doesn't miss the opportunity to jab, glaring at him with the same intensity. She doesn't do anything to hide those ridiculous marks on her skin as she shamelessly stands in front of him in full glory.

Seokjin's high education or high status is worthless now, every other person would know the reason behind that jab. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

“Why would you go there?”

He goes straight to the point, not in the mood to play games or beat around the bush. She's smart, she had to figure out that he knows, from the moment she saw him with locked jaw and cold intimidating fire in his dark eyes. It's not one of the typical 'don't bother me' expressions he usually has.

“Ah, so your little play thing already snitched.” she scoffs, walking closer to Seokjin who only sits with his legs spread and the same emptiness in his gaze.

Intimidating is the right word that describes Seokjin right now, but even that doesn't hold her back to come closer to him. She knows he would never physically hurt her and sometimes she uses it against him to tease and jab at him. Testing the waters with him.

“I wouldn't have to go there if you just came back home straight from work.”

He wants to scoff at her lame excuse and he does, with a faint twist of his puckered lips and roll of his eyes. “You never cared about my whereabouts. Why now?” he asks her as her fingers find their way to her sleek hair, to push them back even if there's no need to. She's starting to feel nervous, he observes.

“What do you mean? I always cared.” she scoffs, glaring at her husband that seems to be angry but unbothered at the same time. He's pissed, she knows that. But he doesn't move nor raises his voice and it kills her. It's just the silence before the real storm.

“Did you? I can remember I was home alone waiting for you to come back from your dick appointments.” If she didn't know him, she would say he sounds hurt.

But no – this is a single reminder not to twist thing around and blame him for everything.

She swallows, feeling some kind of shame for her actions and the fact that she's called out like this. What could she expected? Seokjin never goes easy on anyone.

“What gave you the right to go there and visit her? Were you trying to intimidate her?” he asks and tries again, hoping for an actual answer before something will snap inside of him.

He can feel the tension and anger bubbling inside for her, even more now at the sight of her and her exposed skin. The thought of other men touching her makes him disgusted. She is supposed to be his wife. Only his. He shouldn't share her with anyone else but he can't seem to actually care about that. His ego is the main role here, because if things would come out and they eventually will, he's going to be that poor husband who got cheated on. But is it cheating if they both allowed it? That makes him even bigger asshole – allowing his wife to be shared with other men. It's the single point that makes him irritated.

On the other hand – how can he be really mad about it? He did the same thing with you. He had sex with you, too many times to actually be counted, when he has a wife. The difference between him and his wife is, that it always been only you. He never fucked anyone else. He never fucked around just with anyone, even if he had too many opportunities to do so. Maybe he really is an asshole, but he still respected you and his wife in his own twisted way.

“I just wanted to know where you spend all those nights when you're supposed to be here, with me.” she emphasizes, diplomatically reminding him once again who his wife is.

He watches her, his fingers grazing his chin when he sees that one emotion that wants to make him chuckle. Jealousy.

“Sweetheart, I think you forgot what kind of marriage we have. I'm not supposed to be anywhere. You decided to fuck around, you were the one who brought that idea, don't put this on me.” he fights back, but still with the same calm tone but with slight edge to it.

This is the most they've talked for these past few weeks and it makes her even more annoyed, that this is their main topic of their first proper conversation.

“Because you wouldn't touch me!” she exclaims, her voice increasing a few octaves higher to show her frustration but still, he doesn't react not surprised by her sudden outburst. “Was it just because I can't give you a child?”

“It has nothing to do with that.” he says through clenched teeth.

“But doesn't it? Once we found out that I can't have children, you barely touched me! Don't you find me attractive? What I don't have that she has?” she's raising her voice, a huge scowl painting her gorgeous face and that's when he sees it.

Your words whispering in his mind, slowly reminding him what you've told him when he was rushing back to home in anger. She's hurt, expressing herself with pure anger. But that doesn't give her right to do what she has done.

The reason behind their marriage was purely for better business and guarantee for an heir. She is gorgeous, every man would be lucky enough to be married to her, but Seokjin doesn't feel that way. Obviously, he finds her attractive and he's pretty aware of that – but that's all. He wished he wouldn't listen to his father whom bribed him into this whole thing, thinking it'll benefit him in every possible way.

Has he ever wanted to have children? Not really. He never pegged himself as family type, nor thought that he could be a good father. He still doubts it and fights with new emotions that came with Yoojin's birth.

Ever since their wedding day, he pumped her full of his cum to make a child, an heir that he was supposed to make despite of his doubts. He secretly prayed that she won't be pregnant every time he cum inside of her, and other times hoped that she is so he can get it over with. But as time passed by, weeks turned into months with no positive results on all those pregnancy tests that were put in one of the drawers in the bathroom. Until one night, she came to his office while Seokjin was on the phone call with one of his business partners from Japan, her eyes neutral as she stared at her husband. She told him everything that her gynecologist told her and even handed him the results. It was her that was the cause of them not being able to beget a child.

“Why couldn't he be ours?” she yells all of a sudden, and if looks could kill – he would be already dead.

He. She's talking about Yoojin.

“Don't you think I haven't tried?” he snaps, his own thick eyebrows mimicking hers as he glares at her. “I asked her to gave up an unborn child that she was carrying. Don't you dare to excuse me of not trying!” he raises his voice, booming against the walls of his office.

For some reason, he feels a weird feeling in his stomach at the memory of him asking you that very same thing. He can't forget the look on your face after he said those words and he almost wishes he could turn back time. But he did it for his marriage.

“You should've tried harder! You're rich and powerful man! You should've fought her!”

He stares in bewilderment at her, his mouth drops open at her suddenly crazed state. She's not just hurt, she's crazy. She doesn't realize what she's asking him for. He tried to do that once and he almost lost a chance of being a father. He has his own rights and he would fought you about it, if he had to. But he's not going to fight you to give up your child. Not anymore.

It was fucking stupid to even asked you that, some part of him expected you to agree at his proposition. He never knew you, not to the length that he could know what your reaction would be. You could've easily taken the money and abandon your child for all he knew. And he still doesn't know you, hell, he doesn't know your favorite color or meal – nor he cares about that. But he knows only one thing. You're trying your best to be a mother. The bags under your eyes or your disheveled hair that you always try to smooth when you think he's not looking, he noticed everything. Or the baggy clothes you wear to be comfortable, not caring about your looks anymore. He has never seen you bare-faced, not before he came to the hospital and saw you so vulnerable, your weak body wrapped in robe. Now he's met with your bare face every day.

And he can see now, that you would never be able to abandon your child just like that. He can see how wrong he was to even think that in the first place. But he doesn't blame himself for it. He never knew you to that extent.

“I'm not going to take him from her. She's his mother.” he says calmly, seeing the way her chest heaves with each breath she takes.

Her face is red from the anger and twists in even more anger once his words reach her ears. It's not what she wanted to hear. It's not what she wants him to do.

He stands up, her head slowly lifting up as she carefully stares at his every move. He's tall, hovering over her even though he's in safe distance from her. The glass of hard liquor is raised to his lips as he swallows the rest of it, burning his throat. It warms his insides, calming down his nerves just slightly. He feels her eyes on him, but can't seem to look at her while he puts the glass down. His white shirt is unbuttoned more than usual and as he leans down, to put the glass back onto the table, she can see some of his exposed caramel chest.

“Are you sleeping with her?” she asks quietly, her eyes not leaving his as he looks at the books on the huge shelf.

“Would that change anything?” he finally decides to say, mockingly scoffing at the evident jealousy in her voice.

He doesn't get it. She was the one who wanted to sleep with other men. It's like she has no right to feel jealous and interfere about his sex life. They haven't had sex for a year, maybe more than that. He never counted it. And in some way, he gets her jealousy towards you having his child. That was one of the main things and reason of their marriage. But that doesn't give her the right to act this way.

She's searching for any marks on his skin, that wouldn't necessarily mean he doesn't sleep with you, but she still tries. And once she can't see anything, the slightest relief washes over her tensed body but it's very short lived. He walks closer to her, standing beside her with their shoulders almost touching, as he stares forward not sparing her a single glance.

“Don't you ever dare to visit her or ask to see my son, ever again.” he says lowly, emphasizing every word as it slowly drags out of his lips, a shiver running down her spine as she slowly gulps staring at the whiskey bottle.

He doesn't even look at her nor bats an eyelash, as he leaves from the office leaving her standing in the middle of it. His chest heaves with a new emotion that brings a fire to his darkened orbs.

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[aestheticseungmean]

Hi can you write a one-shot with 20,64 and 97 ? Thanks and have a nice day

short skirts, emo bands, and maids, oh my!- Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis- You like Yuta, Jungkook loves you, and Yuta loves anime and nothing else. What does it take for Jungkook to make you see that?

4029 words

Warnings: Unconsentual kiss but both parties enjoy it and cussing

Fluff and a bit of angst

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I really struggled to get motivated to write with everything else going on around me. Also, this was supposed to be Yuta’s story but it drifted into a Jungkook story instead.

⚠️PLEASE NOTICE⚠️: I wanted to leave you guys with one last thing before I went on break. I am officially announcing my hiatus from for a few months. I’ll still be on here reading and liking things but I won’t write.

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“Did you know your skirt is below your fingertips?” You rolled your eyes at your best friend Jungkook. “Thank you, Captain obvious.” He gave you his signature bunny smile, scrunching up his nose in amusement. “The skirt is short on purpose.” “Who are you trying to impress? Yuta?” You stared at your outfit in the mirror which consisted of a black skirt, a pastel pink shirt, fishnet tights, and your favorite pair of converse which were also pink. To say that you thought you looked good was an understatement. You were feeling yourself in this outfit. You felt cute yet sexy. “As a matter of fact, I like this outfit for me, but it may be a tiny bit for Yuta,” you confessed. Jungkook laughed and played with the hem of the blanket on your bed, waiting for you.

Yuta was your crush. He was also your neighbour whom you saw everyday on your way to work. You often waved towards him only to receive a quick glance and nothing more. Occasionally, you’d see him in the game store you worked at, checking out the new selections of games, manga, and animes. Each time, you were too shy to do more than just wave or squeak out a meek ‘hi’. And more often than not, he just ignored you and went about his search, leaving you sighing to yourself and stocking some more Pop Funko figurines. Maybe he just thought you and Jungkook were an item like everyone else did, or maybe he just didn’t want to be friends with you. Either way, at one point you might have well given up. But, you being the simp you are, you didn’t. You kept on trying to be his friend and maybe even more.

“Are you ready? I want to go to this cafe that Jimin told me about. Said it was the best place he ever went.” You were skeptical about anything Jimin suggests, because last time you went to the movie theatre with Jungkook and ended up watching 50 Shades Darker. It probably would’ve been better if you had seen the previous movie, but nevertheless it wasn’t something to watch with your best friend. “I don’t trust Jimin,” you grumbled out, picking up your backpack and keys. “Let’s go before I change my mind. I’m letting you know now that you’re paying.” Jungkook threw up his hands and nodded, following you out to your beat up car. “You have to get this thing replaced.” The passenger door screamed as he opened it. “The store isn’t getting good business so my paycheck has been cut.” You sighed softly as the car started up finally. You really did need a new car, but this is what you can afford right now.

The brightly colored sign to the cafe put you in awe. It could draw one in from a mile away. The inside of the cafe on the other hand made you want to strangle Jimin. Other than the cute, kawaii decorations, you were not impressed with the girls dressed up as maids, serving mainly business men. “Hello!” A young, cheerful girl gracefully made her way to you two while managing to grab two menus and avoiding at least six floating trays. “I’m Sora and I’ll be your server! Just two today?” Jungkook nodded. “Right this way!” How this girl could be so cheery was beyond you, but somehow it did make the experience a little better. You sat down in a pink booth across from Jungkook and ordered drinks. “Here you go. Just wave or ring the bell if you need me. I’ll be back to collect your order in a few.” She clamoured away to get your drinks.

“A maid cafe? Seriously? He’s such a perv.” “I find this kind of fun,” Jungkook smirked, not taking his eyes off of your annoyed face. “Shut up, Jeon.” An older woman casually made her way over to your table, pulling up a chair. “I noticed that you looked annoyed. Are my ladies doing alright?” “Yes ma’am,” you squeaked out, feeling a bit under pressure. “Good. Good. Is this your boyfriend?” You shook your head. “He’s my best friend.” She nodded as she comprehended what you said. “I noticed your outfit is very fitting for you.” “Look, ma’am, may I ask what you are doing?” You weren’t trying to be rude, but it was weird to have a stranger come up to you and inquire about your life. “Come work for me. We need more people like you. The pay starts at $15 an hour and your lunch today is on the house. Here is my business card, call me with your answer.”

The lady slid her business card towards you and returned the chair to the other table before walking off. “I feel like I’m dealing drugs.” “I think it would be cute. I’d come visit you everyday if you worked here,” Jungkook teased, “and I’m sure Jimin would love to see you work here. You know he’s a bitch for people in maid outfits.” You kicked his shin under the table and pocketed the business card. Things will have to get really bad before you subject yourself to this line of work. “Over my dead body,” you huffed, grabbing at the drink the waitress brought earlier. Jungkook, however, grabbed the drink from you and took a sip out of the straw before you could. “Hey-“ you protested but he cut you off. “Ahh. Pepsi?” “Yeah but-“ He smiled and winked. “I know you so well.” “Only because I order that every time I go someplace with Pepsi products.”

The food was exceptional even though you tried to hate it. The service was a 13/10 and you appreciated the way the waitress actually waited until you were done chewing before coming over to check on you. Outside, Jungkook laughed and jumped to the car. “That was fun! We should do it again!” “No, you were checking out our waitress half the time,” you grumbled. “Did you notice she had puppy ears?” In fact, you didn’t notice anything except the short skirts. “No?” “Yeah! Every waitress and waiter in there wears a pair of animal ears. I think I’d rock the bunny ones.” You chuckled and got into the car, Jungkook following suit. “Honestly, if you worked there…so many girls would flock to eat at the cafe and it would become world famous.” “So you’re saying I’m hot, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, making you smack him. “Of course you’re hot. I’d be stupid not to see it, but you are my best friend.”

You knew you had hit a nerve when his smile faltered a bit. “Did you know scientifically, 83% of couples consider their partner their best friend?” “No, I didn’t. I do now.” Jungkook sighed and sat back into his seat and watched you start the car. Once back at the apartment complex, you and Jungkook walked in silence to the elevators. The doors were closing when you heard a quick, “Hold the doors!” You watched as a familiar black haired boy ran into the elevators breathless. “Are you okay, Yuta?” He nodded and checked his watch as if he was in a rush. “Do you have an important meeting or something?” “What’s it to you?” Your eyes widened as Jungkook began to tense up, something he does before he gets ready to fight. Instinctively, your arms pushed Jungkook back against the wall. “It’s not our business, Jungkook.” As much as you wished to know, you couldn’t because as you said, it’s not your business. You pulled Jungkook closer to you on the opposite side of the elevator from where Yuta was standing.

The shoddy elevator shook and groaned before coming to a stop somewhere between the seventh and eighth floor. Yuta growled and checked his phone. “He’s going to kill me,” he muttered to himself. “Attention! Is there anyone in the elevators, if yes please press the call button and let us know.” Jungkook pressed the call button and soon enough you found out that you were stuck for at least three hours. You scrolled through your phone to check for any news. “It seems the entire city has lost power.” “I guess you’re stuck with me!” Jungkook teased. You slid down the wall carelessly and leaned against the wood panel. “Don’t seem so sad. At least you’re stuck with me.” “Can you guys quit flirting all the damn time?” Yuta’s voice echoed a bit in the small space. “What’s your problem, dude?” Jungkook stepped forward. “My problem is that I’m stuck here, late for band practice, and you two sound so cringy. If y’all are going to fuck, wait until we get off.”

“What is your band?” “Riot of the Dark,” he sighed, sitting down. You tugged Jungkook’s hand and gave him a look that said ‘sit down’. “Riot of the Dark? The lead guitarist is Han Jisung right?” “Yeah. How did you know?” You smiled thinking back to your times with the boy. “Jisung is my favourite cousin. In fact, if I’m correct, the leader is Woosung.” Yuta nodded once again. “You seem to know my band pretty well,” he complimented, making you blush. “I like your music.” “I lIkE yOuR mUsIc,” Jungkook mocked. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM JUNGKOOK?” “My problem? What’s my problem?” His dark eyes glared at you taking you by surprise. He was never like this. “My problem is you!” You felt a pang in your heart as you held back the tears welling up in your eyes. “M-Me?” “Yes, you! You have your head so far up in the clouds dreaming about Yuta that you can’t see the one person in front of you who likes you. You are so damn oblivious and it hurts the ones around you.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt Yuta’s eyes on you. Jungkook had exposed your crush in front of your crush. You hid yourself in your sweatshirt and silently cried, hating your best friend.

“That was cold.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Rage filled Jungkook at his stupid mistake. Now you probably hated him and there was nothing he could say or do about it. “_______, I’m sorry.” You looked up at him with wet cheeks. “Fuck you,” you spat out. Luckily, the elevator started to move hours before it was said to be running meaning you could get home faster. The doors creaked open and you pushed through the mess of people waiting for the elevator to get to the apartment you call home. You left the door unlocked because as much as you hated Jungkook at the moment, you knew he couldn’t go home just yet, so you locked yourself in your bedroom. Knock. Knock. Knock. You knew at some point, he was going to knock on the door and you’d inevitably open it because it was Jungkook, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. “Go away.” “We need to talk,” he pleaded through the door. “What’s there to talk about? You ruined my crush on Yuta, because now I can never see him face to face again or I might spontaneously combust in anxiety.”

You heard a small laugh through the door. “You won’t spontaneously combust. I’m sorry, you know.” A soft sigh fell from your lips. “I know.” “Will you let me in?” You opened the door and watched as he fell in. “A warning would’ve been nice, but I deserved that.” “Yes you did,” you huffed, biting back a few words, but he noticed it. “You want to say something. I know you do,” he coaxed. “Are you hurt?” A small smile appeared on his face as he realized that not all hope is lost. “A little bruise but it will heal.” “Where?” Jungkook pointed to his head where the bruise was. You flicked it before pulling his head down and giving it a kiss. “ There. I’m still mad though.” He cooed at your little pout and hugged you. “Am I still your friend?” You looked up at him and nodded. Even though he had embarrassed you, the bond runs way deeper than a crush did. “Can you smile for me?” “No.” He giggled cutely and sat down on the swivel chair by your desk. “I’m going to do it,” you stated out of nowhere. “Do what?” “I’m going to confess to Yuta tomorrow!” Jungkook’s face fell and he scowled at the ground.

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Maybe you were feeling confident or maybe you were led by the determination to right a wrong. Either way, you were standing outside of Yuta’s apartment door, knocking. He opened the door in his emo-like glory and surprisingly, you smiled. “Do you need something? I’m busy practicing.” “I wanted to come over here and explain what happened yesterday.” You paused for a minute, regaining your words, “I like you, Yuta. I’ve been harbouring a crush on you for months now and I wanted to get it off of my chest.” He stared at you silently, and all of a sudden a wave of anxiety hit you. To control yourself from bursting, you picked at the sides of your thumbnails, picking at the skin, most likely causing them to bleed. “I don’t like you. I’m not really interested in getting to know you and I’m not looking for a friend let alone a relationship. If that’s all you wanted to say then I need to go,” Yuta spoke bluntly. “I have one more thing,” you forced out, trying to keep a steady voice. “Have a good life.” With that, you walked away calmly to your apartment where Jungkook was waiting.

“So?” Jungkook asked, feeling somewhat curious. “He rejected me, but oddly enough I’m okay. I’m not sad. I’m not mad. I’m not happy. I’m just okay.” “Is that good?” You nodded, but you were in a hazy state of mind. Like a fog was clouding your thoughts. “I’m going to go home to do some work at my neighbour’s house.” “Okay.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out of your apartment and towards his home. You, on the hand, took a shower to clear your thoughts and then sat on your bed, staring at the wall, trying to find your thoughts. Why didn’t you care that Yuta turned you down? And why did you feel relieved when he rejected you? Your mind turned to Jungkook, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the memories of him appearing in your head. Somewhere in your confused state, the cafe materialised and then you pieced it all together. You didn’t have a crush on Yuta. He was just something to distract you from Jungkook. Something realistic and not so far fetched, but when your friend told you he loved you, you felt that Jungkook was the realistic thing. That maybe that was a part of your life that you could be happy with.

You locked the door behind you and took off towards the direction of Jungkook’s house. The steps of your running feet echoed through the semi empty streets as you drew closer and closer. The grey door offered you comfort as you knocked. It opened to a confused Jungkook. “_______?” “It wasn’t Yuta,” you said in between breaths. “It never was. It was a fantasy that grew in my head to block the real thing. You.” “You’re not making any sense.” You took a deep breath and kissed him. Happily, he kissed you back, knowing that you reciprocate his feelings. “I understand now,” he smiled. “I’m glad you do.” The two of you stood in the doorway just hugging and whispering confessions in each other’s ear. “I need to go do something, but I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?” “Okay.” Jungkook gave you one last kiss and watched you walk away. He didn’t notice you take a left instead of a right at the end of the block towards your new destination. One that will have a big effect on your life and maybe even better it.

The door of the café jingled as you walked in. “I’m sorry, we’re closed.” The girl looked up at you and smiled. “Oh, our boss told us about you. Follow me.” You followed her to the back where the old woman waited. “I hoped you’d come. Are you here for an interview?” “Yes, ma’am.” She nodded and proceeded to ask random questions for a few minutes. “You’re hired! Give me a second to get your uniform.” The old woman stood up and opened the door. “Areum! Please bring me a uniform for our new employee.” You heard a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and the girl grabbed a uniform, bringing it to you. “Here you go. Let’s make sure it fits before you leave.” Areum showed you to the bathroom and you tried it on. To your surprise, it fit you perfectly. “It fits,” you said to her. “I knew it would. My fashion major never fails me.” You thanked her and the boss and went home with your schedule in hand.

The next day, you got into your car and headed to your new job at the cafe. “There you are!” The old woman sauntered over towards you. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get changed in the back.” “I don’t mind. Please go see Yuna for your headband before we open up.” You nodded and went to go change. As told to do, you went to find Yuna. With the help of Sora and Areum, you found her. “Here for your headband?” Yuna asked. “Yes I am,” you say while nodding. She handed you teddy bear ears and you sighed, putting them on. “You can put your clothes and stuff in this locker.” You thanked her and checked your phone one last time to see Jimin saying he was taking Jungkook to the cafe and that you weren’t invited because you were a “Debby Downer”. You laughed at the irony and put the phone away before heading out to start seating and serving. “Sora!” “Yes?” She turned towards you smiling. “You remember the guy I was with when I came here before?” Sora nodded. “Can you seat him in my section?” “Sure thing!”

You headed off to start serving the other tables in your sections, working gracefully thanks to your many cousins that used to live with you. Then you heard the bell chime again and Jimin’s cute laugh you tease him about. “Right this way please.” They followed her to your section and sat down in their seat. “Check out the legs on that one,” you heard Jimin whisper. In the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin point at your legs from behind and Jungkook looked awkwardly. You moved to the other person who needed a quick refill before coming up behind Jimin. “If you ever comment on my legs again sir, we will have a problem,” you spoke in your most passive aggressive customer service voice. “_-___?” He stuttered out. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realised it was you. “What can I get you handsome guys today?” You recited from memory what was to be said. Handsome guys and beautiful ladies. “I’ll have a sprite,” Jimin spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I’ll have a water please.” You jotted down their drinks and recited the well known ‘I’ll be back’ before prepping their drinks. Once you returned, you grabbed your order pad and asked their order. “I would like the number two with onion rings instead of fries.” You nodded and turned towards Jungkook. “And you?” “I’d like the number four with a side of you for desert.” Jimin laughed but you didn’t find it that humorous as you were now blushing and glaring at Jungkook. “Stop glaring, princess. I know you want me.” A small scoff came from your lips. “Shut up.” “You know I’m right,” he said cockily. “I’ll put your order in now,” you hissed through gritted teeth. As you were walking away, you heard the small conversation Jimin and Jungkook had. “Are you guys dating?” “I hope so. They kissed me yesterday and said that they liked me.” You could feel the smile Jimin was giving Jungkook. “Congrats man! I know you’ve been chasing after them and getting friendzoned for a while now.” “I think my heart combusted when they kissed me.” You giggled at his cheesiness and gave the order to the chef.

Your shift went by quickly and you found it was fun. Jimin left a twenty dollar tip while Jungkook wrote a little note on the napkin. Meet me at the gym when you get off of work. You smiled and tucked it into your pocket while throwing the other inappropriate notes in the trash. It felt weird putting your sweatpants back on since the past ten hours were spent wearing a fluffy skirt. The walk to the gym was short and you embraced the squeaky door happily because behind it was Jungkook. He was punching at the punching bag hanging from the steel beam. Sweat dripped from his hair and onto his shirt sticking to his skin. When he saw you, he stopped his attack and gave you a bunny smile before reaching out to hug you. You on the other hand, ducked under his hug not wanting to get all sweaty. “Nope. Not doing it.” He pouted. “Can I at least have a kiss?” “Fine.” Jungkook moved closer to give you a kiss but pulled you into a hug and pecked your lips. “JEON!” You screeched as you felt the sweat drip onto you. “I have a clean shirt in my bag,” he said as he released you and threw you his extra shirt. “How am I supposed to change now?” “Bathrooms.”

You came out in the new shirt and a washed face. “I hate you.” “No you don’t,” he chuckled. “You’re right.” Jungkook resumed his workout while you watched in amazement. “So, I overheard you today.” “What do you mean?” The conversation from the cafe replayed in your head. “Is it true that your heart almost “combusted” when I kissed you?” He stopped for a minute. “Yeah, it did.” A small coo left your lips. “Awww, so cute!” Jungkook smiled and grabbed his towel, wiping away his sweat. “Let’s go to yours?” He suggested. “Sure.” The two of you walked home, hand in hand, talking and laughing. Once inside the apartment you forced him to take a shower to clean up. He washed up quickly to be able to spend more time with you, but you jumped in the shower. You came back to Jungkook staring off into space, muttering angrily. “Why are you angry?” “Because I’m trying to find ways to love you more,” Jungkook replied. You raised an eyebrow, feeling confused, but you sat down and began to brush out his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world and I’m trying to think of different ways to show you.”

“You’re silly, Jungkook.” You ruffled his almost dry hair and kissed his head. “You treat me like the baby when I’m older than you.” “You enjoy it though.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “Stop making valid points.” “How about no,” you yawned out. “Are you tired?” “Of course I am. It’s almost 10.” His head turned toward the clock. “Let’s go to sleep.” He laid down on the other side of your bed and allowed you to cuddle up to him. “Thank you for taking me back even after I rejected you,” you apologized. “My grandma used to tell me that if you love someone, you can either wait or move on but your decisions will affect you, so choose wisely. I chose to wait, not that it took you long to come back to me.” “I suppressed those feelings because I felt that you were out of my league.” Jungkook laughed. “You're not out of my league, I’m out of yours.” “Lies. It’s all lies.” You looked up and kissed him one last time before falling asleep. A few hours later, smiling cheesily, he fell asleep with you in his arms.

[lilyvandersteen]

The Christmas Guest Chapter 4

Author’s Note:

Thanks to @redheadgleek​‘s Write a Little Every Day project, this chapter is done much earlier than I’d hoped, yay! Enjoy the snowball fight, and Blaine realising that (HUGE SPOILER) he might actually like Kurt for real. Who’d have thought, huh?

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 4: Sweet Surrender

In spite of his nocturnal trip, Blaine woke up early, and decided to dress and get downstairs to see if Kurt needed something.

When he arrived in the living room, Kurt was sleeping peacefully. The snoring had stopped, and when Blaine checked his forehead, he was glad to find the fever had subsided too.

“Good, you must be feeling better already,” Blaine murmured, grabbing the blanket that had fallen off Kurt and tucking him in again carefully. “I’m going to let you sleep a little longer.”

As he tiptoed out of the room, he was greeted by Carole.

“Morning, Blaine! You’re up early!”

Blaine smiled at her. “Good morning, Carole. Yes, I’m an early bird. Always have been.”

“Best let the others sleep another while, or they’ll be grumpy. Come to the kitchen, we can make a nice breakfast for everyone.”

Burt came downstairs as soon as the smell of bacon started to spread.

“Bacon!”

Carole shook her head at him. “Not for you. We don’t want you to have another heart attack.”

“Just one rasher? It’s Christmas!”

“In two days.”

“Oh, come on! Please?”

Carole gave in. “All right. One rasher. But then I don’t want to hear any more complaints about the healthy food I’m serving you the rest of the week. Deal?”

Burt sighed. “Okay, okay.”

Carole winked at Blaine, who suppressed a snigger and busied himself with setting the table.

When he had nearly finished his plate, he heard a groan coming from the living room.

“Ah, Kurt is waking up!” Carole said. “I’ll make him some eggs too.”

“I’ll go see if he’s okay,” said Blaine.

He arrived just in time to keep Kurt from face-planting, and escorted him first to the bathroom and then to the kitchen.

After pouring Kurt a mug of tea and adding a generous spoonful of honey, Blaine sat down again to finish his own breakfast, smiling at how out of it Kurt still seemed. He didn’t seem to be sniffling or coughing anymore, though. That was good.

They made cookies after breakfast, and it made Blaine’s feeling as if he’d stumbled headfirst into a Hallmark Christmas movie even stronger. Kurt was clearly an experienced baker, whipping up two kinds of dough in no time, and letting Blaine eat the scraps.

Then Kurt’s stepbrother Finn arrived, all six feet plus of him, his size and demeanor reminding Blaine of the jocks who’d bashed him into hospital before he transferred to Dalton Academy, and he shrank into a corner until Carole introduced him to Finn and he got a smile and a hug from the gentle giant, who seemed genuinely pleased to meet him.

By the time they had all decorated the tree together, Blaine’s worries had evaporated, and he enthusiastically agreed to a snowball fight in the garden.

He and Finn were having so much fun goofing off that it took some time for them to notice that Kurt had joined them.

Unlike them, Kurt hadn’t chosen to just grab some snow, pack it together and throw it. No. Kurt had chosen stealth and strategy. He’d built a shield he could hide behind, he’d made towering stacks of snowballs and had even fashioned some kind of sling to be able to throw the snowballs further.

He also had deadly aim. His first snowball hit Finn straight in the chest, with so much force that he almost fell over.

“Uh oh,” Finn said. “Okay, man, we’re going to have to team up, or we’re toast.”

The two of them hid behind trees, but every time they ventured forth from their hiding place, they were pelted by such an onslaught of snowballs that they couldn’t get round to launching an attack of their own.

It took Kurt only ten minutes of this to wear them down. By then, their coats and trousers were white with snow and pretty much soaked through.

“Aw, man, this isn’t fun anymore!” Finn complained. “Kurt, why do you always take these games so seriously?”

Kurt appeared from behind his snow shield, his clothes as good as pristine, his stance regal and his eyes blazing with determination. Though Blaine had suffered just as much as Finn and was just as ready to give up the fight, he thrilled to this version of Kurt, who looked magnificent. It lit a flame somewhere within and made him forget all about his freezing fingers and toes.

“Do you surrender?” Kurt asked, his chin up and his back rigidly straight.

And ugh, the steel in his voice made the fire inside Blaine burn even brighter.

Finn shrugged. “I guess. I’m going back in.”

“I surrender,” Blaine answered, not entirely capable of keeping a quiver out of his voice.

Something sparked into Kurt’s eyes, and he started coming towards Blaine without looking away even once, but a mere two foot from him, he seemed to change his mind and veered off towards the house. “Let’s get inside, Carole is going to make us hot chocolate.”

Blaine felt himself deflate. What had he expected to happen, exactly? Why was he all a-tingle like this? And what was this strange energy between him and Kurt?

A sudden gust of wind made him shiver and hurry to the back door. Hot chocolate sounded heavenly.

When Blaine came in, Finn was complaining again, this time about the seating arrangements in the living room. As victor of the snowball fight, Kurt had claimed the big sofa for himself and Blaine, and forbade Finn to squish in too.

“You can take the loveseat,” Kurt said.

“That one’s hard as a rock!”

“Sit on the floor for all I care. The sofa is ours! Come, Blaine! I’ve got your hot chocolate right here. That will warm you up.”

Blaine accepted the mug gratefully, holding it with both hands to get his fingers warm again, and drinking deeply.

Ah, that’s better!

Finn stomped out of the room in high dudgeon to go complain to his mom, but Carole agreed with Kurt.

Blaine saw Kurt grin in satisfaction, and the grin only widened when Finn came back in and found fault with his film choice too.

“Seriously, man? I wanted to watch Die Hard!”

“I won the fight, so it’s my pick.”

“Burt, back me up on this, come on!”

Burt looked up from his newspaper. “We can watch Die Hard tomorrow.”

Kurt added, “Now stop being a baby about this. Either shut up and watch, or go do something else.”

Finn looked mutinous, but plonked down on the loveseat and shut up.

Kurt hummed along with the opening music and pulled Blaine a little closer still. His arm around Blaine’s middle felt both possessive and grounding. Blaine felt the spark from before rekindling, a jittery feeling that made him want to… What? He didn’t even know, but he wanted. Oh, he wanted!  

“What is it?” Kurt murmured. “Are you uncomfortable like this?”

“No, no.”

Blaine wiggled until his head fit exactly into the crook of Kurt’s neck, and then let himself sink into Kurt’s embrace. “Perfect.”

He felt a laugh rumble through him, and Kurt’s hold tightened infinitesimally.

“Good,” Kurt whispered, and softly kissed the crown of his head.

Blaine felt his lips stretch from ear to ear and closed his eyes to bask in the feeling of utter contentment that washed over him.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could ruin the moment now.

Of course, that was because he forgot about Finn.

“Mom, I’m hungry! Can I have some more cookies?”

“You already ate them all, hun!”

“So when’s supper?”

“After the movie.”

“But I’m hungry!”

Finn disappeared to the kitchen, grumbling under his breath, probably to search the pantry for snacks to tide him over until supper.

“Want a chocolate chip cookie?” Kurt asked Blaine softly, holding out a cookie tin and looking very smug.

Blaine burst out laughing. “Is this still payback for Finn putting snow down your shirt?”

“You know it! Also, I wanted to save some cookies for us. Finn ate all the shortbread and the last of the sugar cookies before we even got a chance to have some. Greedy pig!”

Blaine took a cookie and savoured it. “These are the absolute best.”

“Mmm.”

However lovely it was to cuddle up with Kurt, Blaine became uncomfortable after a while because his wet trousers felt cold and clammy and seeped all the heat out of his legs.

“I’m going to put some other pants on,” he whispered to Kurt. “I’ll be right back.”

That promise fell into the water when Cooper called him while he was in Kurt’s room, blathering on and on about all the fancy parties he’d been to and would still be going to.

It took nearly an hour for Coop to stop talking about himself and to ask what Blaine was doing for Christmas.

“I’m in Ohio,” said Blaine.

“But Mom and Dad are on a cruise!”

“Yep. Thanks for telling me about that, by the way. How long have you known?”

“Oh, they told me this summer, I think.”

“Lovely.”

“You didn’t know?”

“Nope. Flew out here for nothing.”

Cooper whistled low. “That sucks. So you’re all alone for Christmas?”

“No, actually, I’m not.”

There was silence at Cooper’s end. Then he asked, “So… You’re saying you’ve been hooking up with Sebastian again?”

“What? No! Ugh. Coop, please. As if! He cheated on me!”

“So who’s with you, then?”

“Kurt. I’m staying with his family.”

For the second time, his reply managed to silence Cooper.

“My boyfriend, Kurt, remember?”

“Um, no?! Now who’s forgotten to tell their brother something?”

Blaine laughed. “Well, it’s recent, so that will be why. I probably haven’t called you yet since we became an item.”

“So… Tell me about him.”

That was all the prompting Blaine needed to start singing Kurt’s praises, and it wasn’t until he’d rung off that he realized two things.

One: he’d referred to Kurt as his boyfriend without even thinking about it, whereas they were only faking a relationship. He’d regret that later, since Coop would tell their mom for sure, and he’d have to hear about it for years.

Two: he desperately wished they could be boyfriends for real. Somehow, in what the Warblers would call a classic Blaine move, he’d fallen for Kurt. Hard. And in a matter of days. There was no way this was going to end well. He was so screwed.

[obaby-me]

Please Stay

Author’s Note:  This is raffle prize fic for @socially-awkward-lvl-over9000!  Romance and angst, just as requested.  Hope your heart breaks, but in the best way.  (This is a continuation of the Anxiety headcanon found here:  https://obaby-me.tumblr.com/post/617140937244786688/an-mc-that-has-really-bad-anxiety-but-likes, and https://obaby-me.tumblr.com/post/617232394679894016/anxiety-anon-here-i-love-your-headcanons-they) 

When you first came to the Devildom, Levi wasn’t exactly thrilled to have you, to be quite honest. Another normie in his house!  Just what he needed, more people to judge him.

And then, Lucifer assigned you to his room!  His room! Lucifer didn’t give him any choice in the matter.  Not unless he wanted to be hung upside down from the chandeliers for the entirety of your stay.  And you’d still be in his room.

In the beginning, you spent your time curled up in his room by the tank, just watching him. Sometimes you’d open your mouth like you wanted to say something, and then immediately you’d clam it shut.  It was unnerving to have you stare, but the silence was worse.  Especially when he realized it was because you were too frightened to talk.

In his own awkward way, he tried to make conversation with you.  And in your own awkward way, you reciprocated.  It was a slow going pace, but that was okay.  He needed that as much as you, as you two slowly adjusted and became more comfortable together.  There was no pressure to impress, no judgement on your part for how nervous he could be—you were in the same boat!

Slowly your conversations began to pick to pick up speed, as commonalities between you emerged.  You had a love of the deep blue, that was why you were in his room after all.  You took a liking to Henry, and for your respect for his fish, he in turn respected your narwhal, Sparkle.  You weren’t quite an otaku, but you certainly weren’t a normie either.  You loved anime and you loved karaoke, and you loved singing anime openings and endings in karaoke!

You were a good listener, and never minded when he’d go on and on about his passions.  And in the rare instances that you’d get enthused to share yours, he didn’t mind giving you his utmost attention.  He rather liked it.  You were as in love with things you cared about as he was about his—you understood him in a way his brothers never could.

As you grew closer as friends, the closer you seemed to sit.  As days passed, you inched your way closer from across the room to cuddled up beside him as he raided.  And he was surprised to find that he was quite comfortable with that.  He preferred it.

And then, you started sleeping in his room!  It started with naps, and then it became accidental sleepovers where you’d pass out during late night marathons, and then, you just sort stayed and he never asked you to leave.  Soon, it just became the new normal.  And Levi liked that.  He liked you—really liked you, more and more each day.

But he found that it wasn’t just him you were becoming more comfortable with.  You were slowly opening up to all his brothers as well, and soon his room because a lounge.  Even Lucifer was showing up.  Coming by to constantly check in to ask if you’re doing well, and if you’ve eaten, and if you need help with school work.  Menial chatter.  All the time.

Mammon was an absolute nightmare, barging in at all times without a knock, without a text for warning. Obnoxiously loud, constantly startling him, but worst of all you.

Each and every time he’d have to hold you while you shook and came down from the shock, as he hissed at Mammon to shut the hell up.  Bickering in hushed voices until Mammon would huff and get in beside you to chat with you about the scummy scams he pulled.  Levi would never understand why you put up with him.  He wasn’t worth your time.

But he’d bring you little things, with narwhals or little sea creatures on it and you’d smile and laugh. Levi hated when he did.

Asmo was a frequent visitor, but he never stayed long.  He’d come in practically singing to show you catalogues of items to decorate your room. He was so eager to get out of here. And every time you gave him just a little more to add, the more Levi’s heart seemed to drop.  Did you really want to get out of here that bad?

Beel and Belphie were definitely a pair he was becoming to despise.  The way they draped over you when they’d come to visit!  While they were the quietest of the brothers, Levi thought they were worst.  To have them come in here and put their hands on you!  It made Levi’s blood boil.  Belphie curled up into your side as if he were a cat, and Beel sitting on your other side as he munched on treats.  And you never fought them on it.  You just quietly accepted it, carrying on as if this was becoming your new normal.

But even Beel and Belphie didn’t compare to Satan.  Levi was beginning to hate him most of all.

He stops by pretty rarely unlike the rest of his brothers, and when he did, it was always for just an hour or so drink a little tea and eat some biscuits and some light studying—sometimes just to lend a book with you with eared pages and sections he wanted you to read.

Of his brothers, the fact that he was hardly tracking into his room should have been something Levi would be thankful to him for.

But the problem wasn’t him coming into his room.  It was taking you out.

Out of Levi’s room, out into the Devildom to libraries, restaurants, shopping centers.  Levi offers to take you instead, and he was able to take you out bustling otaku dream strip of anime themed cafes and stores specializing in manga, and figurines, and the arcades—it was the absolute best of the best of the Devildom for any otaku!

But the crowds, and the chatter of so many seemed to overwhelm you.  He hadn’t quite planned well enough for this, and so he took a teary you home, feeling rather guilty.

Instead, you now took trips with Satan, strolling through Devildom on perfect itineraries with few crowds, sharing parfaits and cakes.  Levi seethed every time the two of you went out.

As the weeks passed, he began to notice more and more that you visited less and less.  You still came by, but he found himself feeling somehow lonelier than he’d ever been before meeting you.

He asked you once, when your phone rang off, and you stood to leave, “where are you going?”

“To see Satan!  He’s teaching me magic.”

You smiled so brightly, the nervous smiles he knew when you’d first come, just blooming.  And not for him, not with him.  You were off and out the door.

What broke his heart, the final straw, was the morning he saw you coming out of Satan’s room. Rubbing your eyes tiredly as you traversed the hall to your own to get ready for class.  “W-what was she doing in your room!”  He wailed.

Satan only smirked. “Nothing at all.  She just happened to fall asleep while studying is all.”

He wished he could say he was angry.  Angry enough to punch that smug grin of his little brother’s face.

But instead all he felt was an overwhelming weight on his chest—crushing his lungs.

Satan must have been expecting a fight out of him, and he could see his brother’s brows furrow when the brawl never came.  “Hey, Levi—” Satan began, reaching out a hand.

Levi was quick to smack it away, and trudge back to his only haven, and lock himself away.  He skipped school, much to Lucifer’s disappointment. He ignored texts, and then calls, and his door remained locked, even to you.

But it hurt being in his room.  It hurt to think of you.  And to think of how much he’d liked you.  Of all things he wanted to say and then didn’t.  And then of how you abandoned him for his brother—and he couldn’t really blame you.  When weighed against Satan, who in their right mind would choose the gross otaku?

Somehow he was more alone in the one occupant room than he had ever been before.

At dinner, when he did not appear, Lucifer came to speak with him.  Levi ignored his knocking and requests to open the door, until the prideful avatar was threatening to break it down.   Complying, Levi opened the door but a crack, but it was enough for Lucifer to see red, puffy eyes and cheeks stained with trails.  Any anger Lucifer had died in his throat.

“Just leave me alone,” Levi whispered.  “Please.”

“Levi, why did you skip school today?”  Lucifer looked as stern as ever, but his voice was laced with concern.

“I—I don’t want to talk about it.”

There was a pause as Lucifer considered his answer.  “How long do you intend to be absent?”

“Until it stops hurting.”

Worry flashed in his eldest brother’s eyes.  “Are you injured?”

“No.”  Levi said with a finality that Lucifer did not question.

“I will check with you again tomorrow.”

It was three days before anyone other than Lucifer saw or heard from Levi again.  He’d been in his room living on the snacks he had stashed in his room.

“Oh!  L-Levi!”  You called to his as he was raiding the fridge.

He froze, blood running cold.

“You’ve finally emerged,” you tentatively teased as you approached.

“Yeah.”  He muttered, avoiding your gaze as he filled his arms with anything not tagged with Beelzebub.

“So, are you uhm, playing a newly released game?  Maybe, watching a marathon?”  You asked, your voice coming closer.

Quickly he moved away, go the long way around the island counter and towards the door.  “Y-yeah, something like that.”  He mumbled as he strode past.

“Oh,” you whispered sounding disappointed.  “D-do you think maybe I could join you?”  Your voice wavered, and he knew, he just knew you were staring into his back with those large doe eyes, and if Sparkle was with you, probably fidgeting with its little horn.

He couldn’t say no to you. It was easier with a door closed, or through a phone.  But not like this, out in the open.

Not when you latched on to his arm, and forced him to look down at you.

Damnit.

You watched him play newly download DLC, commenting every so often, cracking jokes, like you used to.

And he let you.

You fed him chips so he didn’t have to let go of his controllers, just like you used to.

And he let you.

You pulled a blanket around you both, and you cuddled into his side, just like you used to.

And he let you.

But it didn’t feel the same. His heart still maintained that flustered flutter that you pulled from him with your every action, but every beat stung.

As the night wound down and he watched the credits roll, you gently ran your hand up and down his arm, a gesture meant to soothe him as you asked a painful question.

“Levi, can you tell me what happened?  I mean, it’s okay i-if you don’t want to.”

He couldn’t find a way to answer and fully express himself.

He thought he was special to you.  Just like he thought you were special to him.

He thought that you liked him and his room, and his bed.

He left you in silence, during which you fidgeted.  “I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, and he felt you detach from him, shifting as if to stand.

His hand was quick to catch yours, faster than his brain had thought it through.  You stared at him rather wide-eyed.

“Don’t go.”  He pleaded.  “Stay here.”

“O-okay,” you promised with a nod and a small smile.  “I’ll stay a little longer.”

“H-how long is a little?” Levi shyly asked.

“Well, I have a magic lesson with Satan—”

His arms were suddenly around you and he yanked you into him, his face buried into your shoulder. “Stay here.”  He asked again, his voice wavering.  “Don’t go to him.  Stay with me.”

“L-Levi?”  You questioned, nervously, your hand gently rubbing his back.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to go.” He choked.  “I don’t want to have you leave me and go to Satan’s and stay in his room.  I don’t want you to choose him over me.  I don’t want you to love him.  I want you to love me.”

He could feel you warm beneath him.  “L-love?” Your voice shook, and your hands stilled.

His heart was sinking slowly into his gut with dread, but his arms refused to loosen, as he tucked his head further into your neck.  “Please,” was all he could think to say.  “Please stay. Stay with me.”

[lancetuckershairgel]

Puppy Sitting

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Max (OC) with an appearance by Destroyer!Chris (mentions of Hal Carter and the Carter Squared relationship) Warnings: Puppy play, bdsm, spanking, edging, orgasm denial, age play/little space Tag List: @southernbell91 @book-dragon-13 @marvelgirl7 @anxiousamandapanda @jobean12-blog @brat-in-a-teacup @mycupoffanfictionreplies @i-have-arrived-bitch @tranquil--heart @buckysteveloki-me @msruchita 

Carter sat on his knees in the center of the darkened living room, a familiar setting to him but not a familiar scene. While he had spent a lot of time in Max and Chris’ apartment, he had never played with them there. The most he had done was wear a plug and cock cage discreetly while he and Hal had dinner with the couple. Now he was naked in the center of the Bohemian decorated room with his hands bound behind his back with Chris’ handcuffs he used during his time as a detective, the good strong ones made with high quality steel. Drool leaked from the corner of the ball gag strapped into his mouth and it ran down his chin to his chest. He whimpered as his cock twitched, Max’s eyes penetrating him as she sat on the couch tapping the riding crop against her bare thigh.

Max smirked as she uncrossed her leather boot clad legs, exposing her pussy covered by a black g-string. She knew that Carter was impatient, and she was making him wait for the scene to actually begin. She licked her lips as she looked the twink over, noticing how his cock twitched every few seconds and the way he shivered every time she moved. While Chris wasn’t so sure about pup sitting for Hal over the weekend, with permission to play, Max was incredibly thrilled and thankful for a chance to bring out her dome side since her boyfriend rarely let her top him.

She stood and circled Carter before stopping behind him, pushing the heel of her boot against his back until he complied and bent over, his ass in the air. She ran the crop slowly down his back and stopped when she got to the plug in his ass. He yelped into the gag when she brought the crop down sharply against the plug. Again, she struck him, first on one cheek then the other. He moaned and she bit her lip, her arousal growing at the sounds he made. When his ass was red and he was crying out loudly with each strike she stopped.

 “Sit up, Puppy.”

Carter returned to his knees and groaned as she tangled her fingers into his hair and tugged his head back. Hal said that Carter got off on praise so she was going to use that information to her advantage.

 “You’re such a good boy. Took that so well, didn’t you?” She cooed as she slowly stroked his cheek

Carter’s baby blue eyes looked up at her and blinked his approval as he nuzzled into her hand.

 “You want more?”

Whimpers and yips came from behind the gag as he nodded.

“Good, because I’m going to make you cry.”

A chill went through Carter straight to the bone as her voice turned low, dripping with dark sadistic desires. He crawled upon the order to move to the chair and climbed into it before waiting for the next instruction. Max quickly uncuffed his hands before she bound his wrists to the arms of the chair then knelt in front of him and pushed his legs apart with her hands before binding them with the preplaced straps.  She stood and removed the gag from his mouth and leaned down to catch the stream of drool with her tongue before pushing his head back and kissing him deeply, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He groaned into her kiss and looked up at her when she pulled away.

“What’s next?” he asked

“Torture” She grinned with a wink and he bit his lip hard

Max disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Carter to wonder what devious plan she had for him. He tapped his fingers against the wooden chair arm and raised his eyebrows when the girl appeared with a bowl.

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see. Do you ask Hal this many questions?” She placed the bowl on the coffee table next to the various other toys she had placed there earlier

“Sometimes.”  Carter shrugged

“You know what they say…” she smiled as she picked up a blindfold “Curiosity killed the puppy”

“It’s cat”

A sharp glare made him regret his choice and he bit his lip again, lowering his eyes.  

Once the blindfold was applied Carter shifted, his breathing already becoming heavier with anticipation. He moaned when Max’s hand wrapped around his aching cock and began to stroke him, the tip already slick with precum.

“We’re going to play a little game.” She explained “I’m going to edge you for thirty minutes, and if you cum before then, I’ll let you stay out of the cage for the rest of the weekend.”

“Easy” Carter laughed

“There’s a catch.”

“Fuck.” He groaned as he threw his head back with frustration. Getting an orgasm these days was never easy for him, thanks to Hal who thought he came way too often.

“Let’s begin shall we?”

“Wait, what’s the catch?”

“There you go with the questions again. Can’t you just wait and see?”

He whined but Max ignored him. Picking up the vibrating wand she turned it on and began to rub it against his balls. As he rolled his hips into the toy she set a timer on her phone.

“Feels good” Carter murmured

“Good, enjoy it because it won’t last, pain slut.”

Carter could have cum right then just from her degrading words and the thoughts running through his head of all the things his friend could do to him, but he held off.  

Max’s hand, now slick with a warming lubricant, went to his cock as she continued to massage his balls with the vibrator and she began to slowly stroke him. Carter humped into her hand and moaned wantonly, the feeling sending little shock waves through him. Several minutes passed before she switched gears and he jerked upwards with a cry as she gripped the base of his cock with her hand and pressed the wand against the swelling head.

“Fuck fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He humped into the toy furiously

“I thought Hal was doing something about that mouth of yours.” Max said as she pulled the wand away and grabbed one of the items from the bowl she had brought in from the kitchen

“Hal isn’t here, is he?” Carter snapped back

“No he isn’t” She smirked as she ran the object along the underside of his cock and relished in his scream “You’re going to wish he was though”

“The fuck is that?! Ice?!” Carter yelled, jerking to get away from the ice cube “Why?!

Max laughed as she rolled the ice around his cock watching it as it began to shrink, his erection fading.

“I told you, Puppy, I’m going to make you cry.” She removed the melting cube away, lubed her hand with the warming liquid before she began to stroke his cock again “You’re going to be begging for your daddy by the time I’m done with you.”

“Fucking bitch” Carter groaned, his fingernails digging into the arm of the chair

“You say that like its supposed to hurt my feelings”

Loud groans filled the air as she began to vibrate his cock to hardness again before repeating the process with the next cube of ice. By the third time she had done this his cock hurt from how many times his erection had faded and grown back again in such a short time with no relief. His balls felt full and he needed to cum, badly.

“Still hanging in there, Baizen?” Max chuckled as she drizzled the warming lube over his soft cock

Carter whimpered  

“Use your words, Pup”

Her hand wrapped around him and began to stroke him again, the warmth arousing him once again.

“Please, no more ice. It’s so cold.”

“That’s the point”

Max’s hand focused on massaging the head of his sensitive cock with her palm and he shuddered.

“Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s sweet, but what I want is for you to cry.”

“Why?!” He whined, at this point trying to move his hips away from her even though he knew it would be useless

“Because I’m a sadistic bitch” Max shrugged then reached up to remove the blindfold “And you look so fucking pretty when you’re desperate”

“I hate you”

Max smiled then continued stroking him slowly. She knew Carter didn’t really hate her, at least he didn’t before today. They bickered, sure, but they were close friends. Maybe not so much after this but Max wasn’t too worried.

The sound of the front door opening caused both of them to turn their heads. Chris cocked an eyebrow and stopped short when he walked into the room and saw the two of them playing.

“What’s this?” He asked, tossing his leather jacket casually onto the couch “Carter been bad again?”

“No, I Just felt like playing.”

“She’s being mean. Help me” Carter pleaded with the detective

“Nah, I’d much rather watch.”

Chris folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall, watching his girlfriend torment Carter.

“You’re both evil!”

Carter hissed through his teeth as Max vibrated his cock again. He looked down at his throbbing member in her hand, the head swollen and an angry red as he tried desperately to cum.

“No no no no, please don’t” Carter begged when Max reached for the last cube of ice

“You ready to tap out?” Max raised an eyebrow, pausing to make sure Carter was truly done

“Yes, yes, mercy. I can’t do it anymore.” He panted

Just as Max turned off the vibrator and pulled away the timer on her phone went off.  She gave him a shrug and he groaned with frustration. Not cumming during the thirty minutes meant the cage and no orgasms until Hal retrieved him on Sunday evening. The frustration and ache in his balls made him break, a few tears falling from his eyes. Max wiped her hand and rose, cupping his face in her hands.

“Hey, you did good, Carter. So good, I don’t know anyone who could go as long as you did under that treatment.” She soothed him, giving him small soft kisses along his forehead and cheeks before finding his lips and pecking them a few times

Carter sniffled, his cock still twitching and reaching for any sort of stimulation. Max began to untie him from the chair and Chris brought over a blanket before he sat on the couch. Max helped Carter stand up, noting how shaky he was.

“Do you want to cum?” She asked quietly in his ear as she wrapped the blanket around him “I won’t tell Hal”

“N-no. I love being denied, I just…” he let out a shaky breath “That was really fucking intense”

“Yeah it was. Did you like it?”

“Uh huh” Carter nodded

Max lead him over to Chris who wrinkled his brow, looking up at her with confusion.

“Here, sweet boy. Climb on Chris’ lap and I’ll go get you some water.”

“Wait, what?” Both Chris and Carter asked in unison

“Just do it you pussies” Max rolled her eyes and disappeared into the kitchen

Chris looked up at Carter for a moment, gaging his reaction. Carter shifted a bit and nearly toppled over from the weakness in his legs and exhaustion. Chris reached out and grabbed him, pulling him down onto his lap. Carter shifted a bit more and got comfortable, his head laid against Chris’ chest as the older man wrapped his arms around him. Chris and Carter were friends, sure, but they had never played together. Chris was “all man” as some would say, and had never thought about doing anything with another male, but something about Carter had changed his mind although he had never acted upon the thoughts he had about the boy.

“There, that better? You okay?” Chris asked as he soothed Carter

“Mmhmm” Carter murmured as he snuggled into Chris

“Good boy.” Chris smiled and slowly stroked Carter’s cheek until Max returned

“Here, drink this, you need to hydrate”

Carter lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at the baby bottle in Max’s hand. Chris just chuckled and shook his head.

“No.” Carter shook his head

“Can you hold a cup?”

“….No”

“Then here.” Max held the bottle of water out

“Why do you have a bottle anyway?” Carter asked as he reluctantly took it

“Don’t ask questions.” Max shrugged then gave Chris a wink

Carter rolled his eyes before eyeing the nipple on the bottle.

“You want some help, Puppy?”

Chris’ deep gravely voice calling him Puppy for the first time made his whole body swell with a heat he hadn’t felt in a long time. He looked up at Chris who just took the bottle from Carter’s hand and held it to his mouth. Carter laid back in Chris’ arm and opened his mouth, letting Chris hold the bottle while he began to suck down the cold water.

“Sweet boy.” Chris murmured “Such a good little boy, aren’t you?”

Carter blinked his response as he continued to suck on the bottle, unaware that Max was taking a photo of the two men and sending it to Hal. The sucking on the bottle was soothing to Carter and he could completely understand why, if Max did this, especially if Chris was playing the role of Daddy and he wondered if he’d have a new kink to bring home to Hal. Once the bottle was empty, he whined when Chris pulled it away. Both Chris and Max frowned a him.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” Chris asked as he rubbed his thumb along Carter’s red lips

“I still want to suck on something” He pouted; his voice whiny

“Babe? You got something to help with that?” Chris asked as he slid his thumb into Carter’s mouth and let out a low growl when the boy began to suck on it  as hungrily as Max had done many times

“Be right back” Max smiled and disappeared into the bedroom, returning with a pacifier

“Here, Carter” Chris took the soother and put it in Carter’s mouth

“Thank you” Carter said with the nipple between his teeth

Chris just smiled and gave Carter a soft bounce in his arms. Soon Carter began to feel sleepy, a peace coming over him. He yawned then closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now” Max told Chris

“I could say the same to you, Mistress” Chris laughed as he looked Max over “Might let you top me tonight”

Max smirked, a plot already forming in her head.

[marshmallow-phd]

Sins of the Father

Genre: Mafia Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: Soon after your second birthday, your parents were killed and you were adopted by your father’s best friend, taken away to their home country where you lived your life in peaceful ignorance. As far a as you knew, your parents simply left you large fortune to be released to you once you reached your twenty-third birthday. At least, that’s all you thought you were inheriting. When a famously ruthless mafia boss discovers your existence, you are left at his mercy. While under his roof, you learn more about your father than you ever wished you had, including the part of your inheritance that made you the most valuable person in the underworld. Hidden in a bank in New York City were files that held the darkest secrets of the mafia families and everyone in their pocket. With another terrifying leader’s eyes trained on you, you’ll learn to watch your back… and guard your heart, before your father’s past becomes your doom.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I Final

**

You were starting to realize that you had no real stubborn streak to speak of. No matter how much you wanted to just stay in that bedroom and stare at the ceiling or the wall, avoiding all contact with the inhabitants of this penthouse for the rest of the evening, you had to admit, you were getting bored. And thirsty.

Just as your resolve had broken, a knock came from your door.

“Who is it?” you called out.

“It’s Chanyeol. We have your stuff.”

Practically running to the door, you gladly yanked it open with excitement. Sure enough, there was the giant with several cardboard boxes beside him. Chen and Kai popped up behind him and the three of them started carrying the boxes inside your four walls. While it may seem a little trivial, having your things that belonged solely to you made you feel less isolated. This place would never be home, but at least you could be surrounded by familiarity.

“We grabbed most of your clothes,” Chanyeol grunted, putting the box in his hands down next to your bed, “but I think your sister took a few pieces, claiming them as hers.”

You shrugged. “It’s whatever.”

Chen dropped the two smaller boxes he was carrying into your closet and started opening them up to take out the clothes stored inside.

“You don’t have to do that,” you exclaimed, scrambling to try and stop him. Seeing as they all wore expensive suits, you didn’t want them judging your frugal style. You didn’t believe in spending a lot of money on clothes when you could enjoy what you wore for cheaper prices.

“In all honesty, I will unpack everything for you,” Chen volunteered. “The longer this takes, the longer we can stay away from Junmyeon.”

To not take too much advantage of his help, you started slipping shirts onto the empty hangers. “Is he that mad?”

“I’ve seen Junmyeon yell at underlings and shove things,” Chen admitted. “But this is new. He’s obviously pissed, but he’s forcing himself to hold it in. I think he took what you said to heart and doesn’t want to take it out on Baekhyun. Usually, Baekhyun is livelier, but he talked back to Junmyeon about bringing you here and then got forced to pick you up as a consequence. So, if it’s possible, don’t be mad at him, he was just doing his job.”

Your hands froze on the heavy sweater you were currently wrestling onto a white plastic hanger. Baekhyun had a puppy-like face that didn’t match the scowl he’d worn around you, making it easy to believe Chen about his usually more peppy personality. “I’m not mad at him. I just can’t figure out how I even got into all this.” Staring at the clothes that now occupied the once empty bars, you sat down on the floor. “I had plans, you know. I wanted to travel, see the world. Maybe find out where I came from. Discovering my father’s shady past and then being handed over to a mafia boss for a fake marriage wasn’t exactly on the outline I made.”

“You never know,” Chen offered sympathetically. “You could still do that someday.”

You laughed humorlessly. “Yeah, right. I’m stuck in this jail cell.”

“Junmyeon likes to travel.” Chanyeol popped into the closet, his hands in his pockets. “He likes the anonymity of it. I’m sure he’d take you along.”

For a moment, you contemplated Chanyeol’s suggestion. But then the thought of how you’d most likely have to share a hotel room with Junmyeon to keep the appearance as his “wife” and the image just grated on your nerves.

“If that’s my only choice, then I’ll just stay here,” you concluded. “That’s not real freedom.”

Chanyeol shook his head at your willfulness. Behind him, Kai rolled his eyes with sigh.

Xiumin, the eldest of the members, stepped into the walk-in and cleared his throat. “Boss wants to see us all.”

You got a few apologetic looks thrown your way as they all filed out of the closet. Left to finish off the unpacking on your own, you checked the items off the list you had made the previous night to make sure everything was present. One of the boys being kind enough to leave it on the bed before they slipped out.

There wasn’t much you had to call your own or that you really wanted to be brought over here. Most were just essentials so you could shower and not walk around naked. Only two picture frames, gently folded between your blanket and a few jackets, were important enough keepsakes to remind you of your old life.

One was the only evidence you had of your birth parents’ existence. The three of you were on a picnic blanket in a green park filled with trees and a blue sky painted the backdrop, smiling at the camera like an average family that knew nothing but happiness. Like there wasn’t a dark secret hidden behind the façade. The picture was obviously professionally done, with the lighting and colors adjusted just right to complete the look. In a fit of anger, you shoved the photo in the nightstand drawer, slamming it closed with more force than necessary.

The other picture was the one you preferred.

Taken on your third birthday, the first one you’d spent with your new family – your real family – it meant more to you than any expensive portrait. It wasn’t as nicely put together as the other, but that’s what made it special.

Minah was crying because she couldn’t have the first bite of the cake while Mingyu was absorbed in his video game. The pointed hat on your head off kilter and you had a spot of sauce on your shirt. But none of it mattered. Even now, you smiled down at the picture, your own goofy, toothy grin shining brightly. Taegun and Hyunmin were hovering over you, smiling at the camera as well. Little did Hyunmin know that just a second after the camera flashed, her nose would be covered in frosting and Taegun would be running away to the bathroom to hide.

Missing them terribly, you placed the frame on the nightstand where you could say good night to them before you went to sleep.

The last box was filled with little knick-knacks that you’d collected over the years: a jewelry box no bigger than your palm decorated with white roses, a beauty and the beast snow globe you’d bought when the family went to see the musical, among other odds and ends. They weren’t terrible important. You’d mostly put them on the list out of spite. After putting them in their places on the desk, you turned back to look for the more important items from your list.

However, there were only about four or five books thrown into the bottom of the box. Apparently underlining the word hadn’t been enough of a clue to whoever packed your things. Not only that, but your album was nowhere to be found either.

Seething, you snatched up the list and marched down the hall to Junmyeon’s office. Letting the anger drive your bravery, you pounded on his door with your fist.

“Come in.”

You stomped inside, pushing past the see of grown men to Junmyeon’s desk.

“What do you need, (y/n)?” Junmyeon asked with a very uninterested voice. He didn’t even bother to look up from the papers in his hand.

You slammed down the list on the desk, forcing him look up. “I wrote down the things I wanted brought here and most of them are here. But some were left behind and I don’t appreciate that.”

Sighing, Junmyeon set the papers down, staring up at you as he folded his hands in front of him. “And what was left behind?”

“When I asked for my books, I meant I wanted all of them, not just four.” You tried to keep your voice even and reasonable. Junmyeon was a leader and therefore used to negotiations. Being a hot head while he was still mad from this afternoon’s encounter was not the answer. “Also, the photo album isn’t here either. I even wrote down that’s under my bed so it’d be easy to find.”

Junmyeon glanced at the boys behind you. Following his gaze over your shoulder, you found Chanyeol looking guilty while Baekhyun just seemed annoyed.

“How many books do you have left?” Baekhyun’s voice had a layer of reluctance in it. If he was smart, he knew to just give in to keep the peace. You’d go along with most situations to make it easier for everyone, but this was not something you would compromise on.

“Enough to fill a whole bookshelf,” you replied.

Xiumin, who was standing behind Junmyeon, sneered. “We’re not delivery boys. You can live with–”

Junmyeon threw up a hand to stop him. “That is an awful amount of books for my men to carry up here.”

“Fine. They can leave the bottom two shelves there,” you compromised. The bottom was where you kept the books you didn’t read anymore as they were well below your interest and reading level. You’d kept them around simply for nostalgia’s sake. “But I also want the album.”

That seemed to satisfy him a little. “Agreed. In a few days, we’ll go back–”

“Actually, boss,” Chen chimed in. “I can go tonight. I’ve got all my work done for the…,” he flashed a concerned look at me before continuing, “for the thing you’re setting up. I’ve got the time.”

“I’ll go with him,” Chanyeol volunteered.

“Same here,” Kai added.

You gave each of them a small smile, appreciating their effort into making you more comfortable.

Junmyeon ran a hand through his hair. “Fine, just go.”

Feeling a small victory, you walked out of the office with your head held high. You stopped by the kitchen and reheated the food Kyungsoo had made for you earlier, your appetite at an all-time high since breakfast was your last real meal. Being in a slightly better mood, you were able to enjoy the food with more enthusiasm this time around. It was better than any restaurant.

“Barely here a day and you’ve already got most of them wrapped around your finger.”

Baekhyun sauntered into the kitchen, slinking down across from you at the island. You continued to eat, trying to put on the air that he didn’t intimidate you. It was a lie as you still remembered your introduction to him, but Chen had asked you not to go too harsh on him. Besides, you believed what you had told Junmyeon. You blamed the feared leader more than anyone.

“I think they’re just trying to make up for the fact that I’m here against my will,” you corrected. You chewed over a mouthful of rice before adding, “I’ll admit I wasn’t the nicest yesterday either, so I think we should just let yesterday slide and start over. Let bygones be bygones between the two of us.”

He narrowed his eyes as if he was studying your expression. There was a moment of silence.  Ignoring it, you just continued to eat, letting him answer when he decided to do so.

Letting out a long breath, he extended his hand out towards you. “I’m Baekhyun, pick-pocket and conman extraordinaire.”

The giggle couldn’t be helped at his introduction. Taking his hand, you grinned, “Nice to meet you, Baekhyun. I’m (y/n).” You pulled on his hand, causing him to lean forward over the counter. Trying – and most likely failing – to be menacing, you lowered your voice. “If any of my stuff goes missing, I’ll stab you.”

He chuckled, sitting back and letting go of your hand. “You’re not exactly frightening, but don’t worry. There’s no fun in taking from you. Not to mention Junmyeon’s already on my ass.” He slapped the table, getting up from the stool. “Well, I have to get going. Don’t eat too much.”

Baekhyun was practically skipping out of the kitchen as he left you alone.

**

Three weeks went by and you slowly became accustomed to the new surroundings. While you thought you would go crazy being locked up in the penthouse, you sanity was kept at bay by the revolving door of babysitters. They hardly left you alone, unless you kicked up too much of a fuss about your privacy.

To pass the time, each one taught you about their role in the group, save Xiumin who was never around. Apparently, he was Junmyeon’s second-in-command so he went with him to all the meetings and work related events that the others didn’t have to attend.

You already knew Yixing as the on-call doctor, but that was about all you had really learned about him. He’d only helped watch you twice during the beginning and both times he’d been called away to patch someone up. After that, it was decided it was just better for him to come check up on everyone occasionally.

A slight sadness came over you every time he had to leave, but you didn’t protest. Not verbally, at least. His gentleness and child-like sweetness drew you to him. Even though you enjoyed everyone’s company, you hoped the others didn’t notice your special attachment to the doctor. His demeanor gave you a sense that this world you had been drawn into wasn’t all darkness and that it wouldn’t change you like you feared.  

Chen, as the vanguard, was the one you were especially worried about picking up on your change of attitude when Yixing was around. He was highly observant and a master at extracting information without the subject even knowing it. If he was detecting anything about you, though, he never brought it up.

Kai was probably your second favorite out of the boys, although there was nothing romantic behind your enjoyment of his company. He was kind and charming, making you laugh easily. Kyungsoo warned you of his womanizing ways, but then backtracked, insisting that you were in no danger as the fiancé of their leader. You had no interest anyway, simply enjoying Kai when he was around. The boy practically lit up when you agreed to let him teach me how to count cards. He was the gambler of the group, able to swindle money out of even the most professional players. It was incredible the memory he had and his ability to calculate the math within seconds.

Kyungsoo didn’t approve of teaching you the tricks of the trade, but, it seemed, he didn’t approve much of anything that involved letting you know too much about their illegal business. He was a loner - something you identified with - preferring to stay away from the action behind his computer screen, hacking away.

What surprised you the most was Chanyeol’s position. He was the muscle and the surveillance. Security was his top priority, which would explain why he was your most frequent guard. He was so lively and laughed so much, it was hard to wrap your mind around the picture of him as the first to throw a punch despite his size.

The biggest mystery, however, was the youngest of the group. With just one look, Sehun could name the make, model, and year of any gun and take it apart before putting back together again perfectly. He had connections all over this side of the world to get the arms they needed for any job. But he was quiet. He often kept his distance, only occasionally joining in on whatever antics the boys were up to in order to keep you entertained.

Junmyeon was the one who was around the least. He was usually gone by the time you rolled out of bed and made it home around dinner time or a few hours after. Personally, you preferred the latter. Meal times with just the boys were animated, including the occasional sporadic food fight. When that happened, you would immediately hide under the table until the coast was clear.

In the times that Junmyeon joined the dinner table, the boys were more subdued. They still joked around, but their interactions with you were limited. At the head of the table, Junmyeon stayed silent. He didn’t allow business talk while eating, but every once in a while you would catch the smallest hint of a smile whenever Chanyeol did something clumsy or Sehun made a snarky comment. If eye contact was made with you during his rare smiles, it would quickly fade and his eyes would drop back down to his food.

This particular night, he was smiling more than usual and they lingered far longer than you’d seen before. His eyes soften when they met yours instead of going hard and indifferent like they usually did. You couldn’t understand where this change was coming from. It was making you uneasy.

When everyone was finished, you helped Kyungsoo clean up the kitchen. It made you feel not so useless since whenever he was around you weren’t allowed to even touch a frying pan to feed yourself. The noise from the dining room died down as everyone filed out to their own apartments scattered around the area.

Eventually you were left alone with Junmyeon retreating to his office. Though the sun was beginning to disappear under the city skyline, you were restless and not ready to turn in for the night.

Wandering the halls, your album that you had made such a fuss over popped into your head. Typically, you only went through its pages when you had something to add to it, but now you felt the need to leaf through it just for a sense of comfort, even if it was imaginary.

Taking it from its hiding space under your mattress, you made yourself a cup of tea and settled on the couch in the living room, your legs wrapped up in a blanket. You flipped through the pages at a moderate pace, stopping every once in a while to smooth out a picture or read a description you had scribbled down as to why you wanted to visit that particular museum or monument. Some places held legends or stories while others so imposing and fascinating that you needed to experience them for real.

You only made it halfway through the album before your eyelids began to droop. Around Greece, they were becoming too heavy to fight. By the time you made it to Sienna, they were closed completely.

**

The sun had set when Junmyeon finished reading through the security papers Chanyeol had put together for the event tomorrow. His back was aching from being erect so long and his head was pounding, demanding rest. Locking the papers up in the side drawer, Junmyeon sat his elbows on the desk, massaging his temples with his finger tips.

If he was honest, he was actually surprised at your behavior since you came here. The first twenty-four hours had been rough, but after that, things quieted down. You never tried to escape, you didn’t act out or trash the place. In fact, you seemed settled in and got along with his men. That was the only thing that bothered him.

You seemed to get along and genuinely enjoy the presence of everyone else, but would clam up the moment he walked into the room. Jongdae and Chanyeol were constantly telling stories about your sense of humor and how, though you were a decent blackjack player when following the rules, you couldn’t count cards or keep a straight face during poker to save your life.

“You know,” Jongdae had clicked is tongue, staring out the window during their driver earlier in the day, “you could actually try to get to know her yourself. Since you’re set on keeping her around to get the files, you could spend some time with her. Sure, she’s not like the other girls you dated in the past, but maybe that’s a good thing. Hell, maybe this could work out for real, you know?”

Junmyeon had to suppress a groan. “You talk too much, Jongdae. Besides, you heard her, she doesn’t like gangsters.”

“Yup,” he nodded, “I did hear her. She said she likes gentlemen. I’ve seen you in action, hyung. You can practically be Prince Charming when you want to be.”

Prince Charming. Junmyeon almost laughed. Since when did Charming run one of the largest underworld operations in Seoul?

“She’s not my type,” he insisted.

“She’s beautiful,” Jongdae pointed out. “In our world, that makes her everyone’s type.”

Back in the present, Junmyeon stood up out of the chair, rubbing his hands down his face. Part of him wondered if just breaking into the vault in New York would be easier. He could send Jongdae over first to dig up information to find out which bank the Closer had used to house his findings and then take it from there.

No, not possible.

Junmyeon already had targets on his back in his own country. No need to take it international.

Exiting his office, Junmyeon took two steps towards his bedroom before noticing the living room light was still on. Slightly irritated, he huffed his way over to turn them off. Though he could afford it, he tried to preserve energy when he could.

Just as he put his hand on the switch, he noticed you fast asleep on the couch. Carelessly lying on the floor was the album you’d thrown a fit about. Junmyeon picked it up, expecting baby pictures and documentation of your growth through the years. What awaited as he opened to the first page was something much more.

The first page was just covered with handwritten quotes about traveling and seeing the world. Each new sheet in the album was filled with pictures and brochures and little notes about different places you wanted to see. From what Junmyeon could make out, most of the places were related to your favorite books. You wanted to go to visit your favorite classical author’s birthplace. Some retelling of Romeo and Juliet had taken place in Sienna and, according to the print out folded beneath a photo of a two story building, you could stay in the same hotel that the main character did in the novel.

Junmyeon stared in disbelief at the woman sleeping on the couch when he came to the last decorated page. You weren’t as timid or simple minded as he’d thought. Part of him hated himself for what he had done. This was a girl with dreams, with expectations of where your life would go, and he’d taken them away just to fulfill his own.

Perhaps, when this was all over, he could allow you to go to one of these places. Not alone, of course. He had too many enemies for that. But maybe you wouldn’t mind if he tagged along, just to keep you safe. Even if he didn’t have enemies, it was dangerous for a young woman to travel the world alone.

Tucking the album under his arm, Junmyeon carefully lifted you off the couch, constantly checking to see if he’d woken you up. But you stayed fast asleep as he carried you to your room and laid you down on the bed. He pulled the covers up to your chin and placed the album on the nightstand. After brushing the tips of his fingers against your face, Junmyeon walked out of the room, praying that you wouldn’t hate him after tomorrow.

[writeyouin]

One last request, darling. Can I have Predaking and his human queen deciding to celebrate Christmas at their castle? Although, it took some convincing and explaining to convince the Predacon king. They spend the whole day playing in the snow, decorating and at nighttime, they give each other gifts and cuddle by the fireplace.

Predaking X Reader– Christmas in the Castle

A/N – Yes, yes, I know, I’m notone for time-keeping. Anywho, merry January the 10th.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Predaking glanced at you bemusedly, wondering exactly how many hoops he would have to jump through to please you; if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. First you had insisted he retrieve the items humans needed to survive and he had complied eagerly if it meant keeping you, then you asked for more time with him despite his busy schedule, and now you were requesting something called Christmas. Were all humans as demanding as you? Perhaps this was his fault for choosing a human mate, though Predaking was sure that there was no other for him than you, even with your many flaws.

He was considering your speech with every intention of rejecting it as he heard the ridiculous list of demands he was supposed to adhere to. Playing outside in the snow? Was that not something only the sparklings of your species did? Bringing in plant corpses and calling them decorations in some kind of paganistic ritual, only to throw them out a month later, how ridiculous. Giving each other gifts? Predaking never went a week without bringing you some glittering gem or other that your kind enjoyed; you were richer than any other human to have ever lived on Earth. And then to top it all off, you wished to cuddle by the fire. The very idea infuriated Predaking, he himself burned with an internal inferno; why cuddle by a fire when you often laid beside him, a superior being filled with it?

Predaking would have rejected your odd list, however the longer he considered doing so, the more his processor brought up the memories of Halloween. He’d wanted to refuse that holiday too, but in the end, he’d conceded and had learned to see the charm in certain aspects of it.

Unlike the devolved Cybertronians that lived now, Predacons didn’t have any holidays, but if they did, Predaking was sure you would partake in them if he so requested it of you, not that he would ever ask something that would be expected of you as his mate; he would demand it.

“Very well,” he nodded to you in the castle’s throne room. “I will acquiesce to your requests, my mate, though I shan’t decorate my own home; that is servant work. Besides, it seems I now have to hunt for a gift for you.”

You grinned devilishly at the giant metal dragon in front of you, glad he was willing to at least try Christmas with you. “You don’t have to get me a gift, my liege, I only mentioned that as an example of one of the things people do this time of year.”

Predaking hissed angrily, “Do you really think so little of me as a provider that I wouldn’t bring a gift to my mate in such an important ritual?!”

You rested your head against his leg in something of a bowing gesture, “I could never think little of you.”

Placated, Predaking grumbled lowly, “Very well. I shall be back shortly with a gift.”

He spread his wings majestically, indicating that you were to move back for him to take off, then once you were a safe distance away, flew through the hole in the ceiling, leaving you with the perfect opportunity to start decorating the castle.

It was late in the evening by the time you ran out of decorations for the castle, and you hadn’t even covered half of it, instead managing to make only the most used rooms festive. Still, you couldn’t help stepping back to admire your work in the throne room which looked positively radiant, and by the sound of distant beating wings, you’d finished just in time.

Predaking looked down on you from above, then without warning, he emptied his claws which he’d filled with snow only moments prior. You squealed as the icy powder slipped down the back of your coat. When you’d mentioned snow earlier, you hadn’t thought that Predaking was listening; evidently you were wrong.

Predaking chuckled as he landed in front of you, using a delicate claw to wipe the icy powder from your messy hair. “You were right, that was mildly entertaining,” He said in amusement.

“Oh, I cannot believe this, you wound me with a sneak attack,” You said in mock anger. “Well… two can play at that game.” You threw a hastily made snowball, and watched as it crumbled against Cybertronian metal, having no effect on Predaking whatsoever.

Predaking couldn’t help being amused by the spectacle and retorted by picking you up with careful talons and taking off quickly into the open sky. You squealed at the sudden cold rush of air that hit you, though Predaking took no notice. He carried you over a blanket of white, finding a large snow drift he’d seen earlier, and upon swooping close to the ground, he dropped you the few remaining feet, laughing as you sunk into the white pile.

You popped out of the drift, armed with another snowball, throwing it at him as he landed, managing to hit just beneath his optic. Predaking swept his tail through the snow, covering you once again with a laugh. He had to admit, this snow game of yours wasn’t just for sparklings like he’d initially thought; he was enjoying it most thoroughly.

You dug your way out once again, shivering but not ready to give up. Predaking let you get a few ore hits in before transforming and picking you up bridal style, and hugging you close to his chest.

“Come my love, it is time we stopped playing games,” He said adoringly.

You pouted, “Already? But we were just getting started.”

Predaking nuzzled your face with his, walking leisurely back to the castle, “Do not argue, it is getting dark for you, and your body temperature has dropped significantly.”

“Yeah well, that’s what happens when you drop me in snow,” You teased. “So… what’s the plan now?”

Predaking didn’t answer, instead he smiled secretively, spiriting you away to the drawing room, and placing you gently down in front of the unlit hearth. Pausing only to warm up his core, Predaking breathed out a plume of fire, setting the logs in the hearth alight; he still didn’t see the point in the fire, but he did appreciate the way the light cast by it danced across your face.

“Now,” he decreed, “I believe it is time for presents.”

You grinned, “Okay, wait here a sec, I gotta grab yours.”

Predaking nodded, waiting patiently for you to leave and return with whatever you had deemed suitable for a king who had everything. It was quite some time later that you returned, struggling against the weight of a heavy parcel that was over half your size and wrapped in a sparkly green foil.

Upon seeing you struggling, Predaking lifted the gift from your grasp; the heavy weight was no match for his strength. You beamed eagerly, catching your breath, before jumping up and down, squealing, “Open it, open it, open it.”

Predaking did as requested, expecting nothing of great importance. Inside the paper was a shield, clearly designed for a human, that would be no use to a fierce Cybertronian warrior such as himself. He flipped the shield over, finding the same insignia he bore on his chest, in front of an airborne dragon.

You saw the confusion on his face and began to explain, “It’s a coat of arms. Important kingdoms and families of Earth used to use them as a symbol of their identities and kind of a display of power.”

Predaking didn’t really understand the human history behind the gift, but he did like the sound of having something of importance, so his clan would be one day be recognised.

He bowed before you, something he had never done before, “Thank you, my love. I can only hope my own gift is as impressive to you as this is to me.” He placed the shield gently aside to retrieve his own unwrapped present for you, “Close your eyes, my love.”

You did as he said, waiting till he gave the word to open them again. When you did, you gasped, paling slightly in shock, “Predaking… tell me those aren’t…”

Predaking was pleased with your reaction, taking it as a sign that his gift had left you speechless in the good way, “Ah, so they are as valuable as my research suggested. I’m glad you like them.”

“P-Predaking- Those are- You- You stole the crown jewels?!”

He smiled proudly, kissing your head, “Only for you my love. Now come, it is time for us to retire, I’m sure you are exhausted after such a long day.”

You gaped as Predaking led the way to your shared chambers. You were sure that Boxing Day would be interesting for the Queen’s guards if nothing else, for they had been robbed of what was possibly the most valuable thing in all of England. You wondered briefly if you ought to tell Predaking to take them back, but decided against the idea, at least until you could find a way to break the news. Absently, you followed him to your chambers, where you were sure you would be in for an eventful night.

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The Best and the Worst of You

Chapter 5: Princess Arin

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Dan gawked at the looming tower above him, mouth wide open. How the fuck was he supposed to get up there? Hands on his hips, he huffed, staring up at the double-door window at the very top. He figured who was up there already; bringing two hands to either side of his mouth, he dragged in a deep breath and yelled.

“ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!” He called up to the top of the tower, using all of his strength. He gasped for a breath afterwards, staring hopefully up at the top of the tower. He waited patiently, but to no avail. He sighed and fell onto the grass, crossing his legs with a huff. Meeting this Arin seemed hopeless - he was never going to hear him from down where he was. He picked at the grass by his feet, sulking.

Arin and Dan had been dating for just over a week now, and there had been no funny incidents - Arin hadn’t met any other Dans, and Dan hadn’t met a ‘bad’ Arin, so to speak. But now there was dread in his stomach - what if he didn’t meet Arin at all during this period? Would the universe turn against him, and keep him there forever? Would he never be able to visit another dimension ever again? The thought panicked him, as he brought his hands up to his hair and tugged gently with a stressful groan.

“Who the fuck is there?!” A grumpy voice called from the top of the tower. Dan immediately stood up with a bedazzled grin. Peering out from the window was an Arin dressed in a Peach-esque pink dress with a small golden tiara. Dan felt a massive grin spread across his face - God, Arin was adorable. He waved up at Arin with big motions, Arin looking down at him in utter confusion. “Who are you?!”

“I’m Dan, Dan Avidan!” Dan yelled with a big smile. Arin crossed his arms and gave a little ‘hmph!’ noise, turning his head away.

“Sorry, I don’t talk to strangers.” He defied. Dan just rolled his eyes, holding his arms out to Arin and beckoning him down. Arin glanced at Dan and gasped dramatically. “I’m not jumping down there, you sick fuck!” Arin exclaimed. Dan nearly burst into laughter, shaking his head.

“I don’t mean jump! Can’t you- aren’t there stairs or something?” Dan frowned, walking around the base of the tower. Arin thought for a moment.

“Why should I even come down there? How do I know you’re not one of those stupid knights who just wants to touch my ass?” Arin raised an eyebrow at Dan. Dan’s mouth fell wide open.

“I don’t want to meet you just so I can touch your ass! I want to meet you ‘cos you’re really pretty, and I travelled from so far away to get here.” Dan pouted. “I’m… I’m a dimension-traveller.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. The moment the words had escaped Dan’s mouth, Arin had left the window. Dan waited patiently, curious as to how Arin was going to get himself down from the tower. A few moments later, Arin reappeared and threw a long string of blankets out of the window, all tied together. Dan watched in awe as the blankets slowly began to trail to the floor. Once they reached the floor, Arin popped his head out of the window to check, but he didn’t move any further. Dan tilted his head in confusion. Wasn’t he going to come down?

“Do you expect me to climb down this raggedy thing in a dress?!” Arin looked shocked. “You’re unbelievable. Get the fuck up here.” He tsked. Dan, seemingly already head-over-heels for the princess, hurried to the blanket rope and began climbing.

It took him a good fifteen minutes, with him nearly falling down halfway up (which was terrifying, Dan had to admit), but he was finally climbing through the window into the tower. He immediately found himself in a bedroom with bright pink walls, decorated with cute items and a large queen-sized pink bed. Arin sheepishly watched Dan as he walked inside, a shy smile across his face.

“This is the first time I’ve had a boy in my bedroom before…” Arin said softly, going over to his bed and smoothing out one of the wrinkles on the duvet. Dan watched him, endeared.

“Well then.” Dan smiled. “I better make it the best time then, huh?”

“And you seriously didn’t fuck? After all of that?!” Arin was in hysterics. Dan laughed along with him, shaking his head.

“No way, dude! We just… chilled out and had a tea party.” Dan shrugged. They were cuddled up on Dan’s bed together, snuggled under the covers. Arin looked amazed by it all, as always.

“A tea party?! That’s so cool! Can we have a tea party or some shit?” He asked excitedly. Dan just chuckled and held Arin close.

“Of course, Ar.” Dan rubbed Arin’s back. ‘You can even come in full princess attire, if you so wish.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to Arin’s forehead. Arin whined and looked up at Dan.

“Do you think I’d look good in a dress?” Arin asked curiously. Dan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Arin, I just saw you in a dress. And the answer is yes. A hundred times yes.” Arin shuffled upwards to kiss Dan properly, smiling giddily as he snuggled into Dan’s chest.

“What are your thoughts on death?” Arin asked, out of the blue, during their recording session the following day. Dan quickly turned his head to stare at Arin.

“Woah, buddy.” Dan said softly. “You good there?” He asked, watching Arin with concern. Arin seemed unbothered, continuing to play the game. He shrugged, not looking away from the screen.

In all honesty, Arin had been thinking way too much about what the other-dimensional Dan had said to him before he left abruptly.

“You know yourself better than anyone else. So, you should know whether shit’s being pulled from you or not.”

Arin had never thought of himself as actually depressed. He got angry sometimes, and he got sad sometimes - that was a normal thing, right? But sometimes he got so upset to the point where it blinded everything good in the world. Where he’d ignore his friends, and he’d wonder why he was even on this earth, and… Arin hadn’t had a moment like that in forever. And the only person to help him through shit like that was Suzy. He was scared of feeling like that again - but after the conversation with other-dimensional Dan, a switch flicked inside of him, and the thoughts were starting to come back. It infuriated him - he knew people loved him, and he knew he had some kind of purpose. He could never find the answers he needed, though.

“It’s just- it’s weird, right?” Arin stopped playing the game momentarily, looking at Dan. “We’re like… born to die.” He nodded. Dan opened his mouth to say something, then immediately closed it, turning back to see the TV.

“Yeah- I mean, when you look at it like that, yeah.” He agreed. “But sometimes? Sometimes you have to be a little more positive about life. You can’t spend your whole life waiting to die. It’s a dark place, trust me.” He huffed softly, looking down. Arin looked down as well, both of them having stopped playing the game. “We’re all gonna die, yeah. But we’ve got tonnes of shit to do before then.” He shot a glance at Arin, who seemed to understand, curling himself up closer to Dan.

“Tonnes of shits to have as well.” Arin added with a quiet chuckle. Dan let out a mighty laugh, nudging Arin playfully and beginning to play the game again.

“Oh my God, of course.” Dan smiled. He had no idea what made Arin bring something like that up, and it worried him slightly. But things seemed okay right now, and that’s what really mattered - living in the moment.

Cuddled close to each other, the two of them finished their recording session with ease.

[shadowsfandomhellhole]

B-Day present

For @toonmedic

Ao3

Paperhat Fluff. kinda rushed but i tried.

ENJOY!!

Black Hat was the first to wake as usual. Next to him Flug was curled up, still asleep. The demon grinned and reached down lightly running his claws through the scientist red fluffy hair before reaching out to switch off the alarm clock. He silently slipped from the bed and got dressed before leaving to room, allowing his precious doctor to sleep in. The eldritch headed down stairs and to the kitchen, and started gathering things he needed for today breakfast.

Black Hat hummed quietly as he whipped up the banana nut muffin batter as he got the French toast frying on the stove. He glanced over as Dementia bounced in grinning. He turned pouring the batter into the muffin tray and slid it into the oven, before turning his attention to the French toast.

“This isn’t for you. It’s for Flug.” He stated giving the hybrid a small glare before he looked back at the frying pan.

“Awwwwwww… But it smells so good!” Dementia whined. 505 peeked in and walked inside cooing quietly. Black Hat rolled his eyes.

“You’ll have what’s left over then… Once we’re finished with breakfast I’ll be taking Flug out. I trust everything will be ready for when we come back.” He said glancing towards the two. 505 nodded excitedly as Dementia grinned and saluted.

“Yes, sir!” she giggled. “This is gonna be so much fun!” she squealed.

“Shh! You’ll wake him up!” Black Hat hissed. Dementia covered her mouth muffling her giggles. Black Hat sighed, rolling his eyes again and turned back to his task of preparing breakfast. Once it was done he swiftly made a plate with French toast, sausage, and a freshly baked banana nut muffin. He set the plate on a tray along with a plane shaped mug filled with coffee, made just the way Flug liked it. He picked up the tray and slipped out of the kitchen, leaving what was left for the other’s to eat. He made his way to his room and slipped inside, grinning as he saw Flug still fast asleep.  He almost didn’t want to wake the other, but he had plans that he couldn’t just throw away. He stepped over to the bed and set the tray on the end table, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Mon âme sœur, time to get up.” He murmured shaking the other lightly. The human groaned and curled up more under the blanket.

“…5 more minutes…” he mumbled. The eldritch chuckled and ran his claws through the other’s hair gently, petting him.

“No can do, Mon chéri. Come on, I made your favorite breakfast.” Black Hat said softly. Flug shifted before stretching out and yawning as he rubbed his eyes. As he sat up Black Hat handed him the cup of coffee. As Flug took a drink of it, Black Hat set the tray on he lap. Flug blinked and looked at it. His eyes widened.

“Y-you made me breakfast in bed?” he asked, blushing slightly as he looked up at his lover. The demon chuckled and leaned forwards kissing the other lightly.

“Of course, go on and eat then get ready. Today’s a busy day.” Black Hat said pulling away. Flug looked up at him.

“…What are you planning?” he asked narrowing his eyes as the demon stood.

“What do you mean?” the eldritch asked, tilting his head as he looked down at his lover.

“You have that mischievous look in your eye, the one you get when you planning something. So what are you planning?” Flug asked in between bites.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, Love~” the demon said. “Now, finish eating and get ready. We’ll be leaving an hour.” He added, leaning down to press a light kiss to the other’s head. “Ah, before I forget, Happy Birthday.” He said tilting the other’s chin up and pulling him into a quick kiss. Flug kissed back and smiled at the other as the demon pulled away.

“Thank you.” He said.

--

Once Flug had finished eating and gotten ready for the day, he and Black Hat headed out to the convention. Flug glanced around as they entered the large building, stepping closer to the demon. Black Hat slipped an arm around his waist and tugged him further into the building and in the direction of where the black market was usually set up. The doctor smiled behind the bag he wore as he followed the other.

“Get what ever you like.” Black Hat told him as they started looking around.

--

They stayed at the con for a few hours, looking around after getting a few things at the market. Flug seemed to enjoy the time away from the mansion, which was good. As they were leaving and heading back to the car, Black Hat used his magic to send the items they’d gotten back to the mansion.

“Can we stay out for lunch?” the scientist asked glancing up at his lover.

“If you want. Where would you like to go?” Black Hat asked has he pulled out his keys and unlocked the car.

“…That at café? The one that just opened?” Flug suggested. Black Hat rolled his eyes and chuckled, opening the passenger door for his lover.

“Of course.” The demon replied, as Flug got in. he shut the door and walked around sliding into the driver’s seat. He could tell the masked doctor was grinning under the bag he wore as he started the car and headed towards the Cat Café.

To say the least, they wasted another 3 hours at the café enjoying the company of the cats wandering around the café.

--

When the two finally arrived home, the house was quiet. Flug shifted and looked around.

“Dementia, 505! We’re home!” he called. It was odd for the other two to not greet them. He frowned tilting his head.

“They’re most likely out for a walk.” Black Hat sighed in slightly annoyance, not long after he said that the two appeared. Dementia tackled Flug in a hug, causing him to help and stumble back.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLUGSY~!” She cried grinning as she released the doctor, who was quickly hugged and nuzzled by 505 who growled happily. Flug chuckled and rubbed the bear’s head.

“Th-thanks guys…” he said. 505 pulled back and grinned at him, tugging his hand. Flug blinked, “What is it, Cinco?” he asked allowing the bear to lead him away. Black Hat took the distraction as an opportunity to quickly vanish Dementia skipped after 505 and Flug towards the lounge room. Flug blinked and couldn’t help but giggle as he saw the messily but well decorated room. I banner stating “Happy Birthday” hung from the ceiling along with streamers and balloons.

“Do you like it?” Dementia asked. Flug looked at her and laughed.

“I-I love it. Th-thank you both.” He said.

“I’m glad you like it.” Black Hat said slipping into the room hands folded behind his back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Flug turned to him.

“You re-really didn’t need to do all this.” He said.

“I wanted too.” Black Hat replied walking over.

“Let’s celebrate!” Dementia cried suddenly causing the two to look at her and roll her eyes. Dementia snatched Flug’s phone and hooked it up the stereo, and started blaring the music. Flug rolled his eyes and shifted as The Chainsmokers’ “Let You Go” started to play. She gave him a look and he crossed his arms.

“You shouldn’t be surprised. It is my phone and music after all.” He pointed out. The hybrid sighed.

“Fair enough.” She said. “Let’s do the cake now!” she chirped rushing to the table were the large cake sat. Flug followed her and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the science theme cake. “Do you like it? I specially ordered it for you!”

“It’s great, Dementia.” Flug said. Black Hat stepped up and lit the candles.

“Make a wish.” He said. Flug smiled as he lifted the bag to uncover his mouth.

“...Heh, there’s not much I need to wish for.” He said before leaning forward, he made a silent wish before blowing out the candles and straightening up.

“What you wish for?” Dementia asked.

“If I told you it wouldn’t come true.” Flug snickered lowering the bag once more. The lizard girl pouted at that but didn’t bug him. Instead she suggested they all play some games.

--

The night was slowing down; Dementia and 505 had turned in for the night after wishing Flug more birthday wishes. On the coffee table were unwrapped gifts, a few were model airplanes while the rest were brand new lab equipment. Flug and Black Hat were relaxing on the couch. The scientist was snuggled up into Black Hat’s side, as the demon rubbed his side, holding him closely, in his free hand was a glass of wine that the two were sharing. Flug sighed in content closing his eyes.

“What did you wish for?” the eldritch asked curiously before taking a sip of the wine. “Come on~ You can tell me right?” he added.

“Hmm… I don’t know… its breaking the rules.” Flug answered shifting up to take the glass from his lover’s hand to take a drink for himself.

“We’re villains, Flug. We’re meant to break the rules.” The demon pointed out.

“Good point.” Flug said. He hummed and settled back against the villain. “Alright… I wished that it could stay like this. That we could stay like this.” He answered tilting his head up to look up at the demon. “I like it when we can spend time together like a family…. Its nice.” The demon hummed and reached up curling his claws along the edge of the bag. Flug lifted his head letting the eldritch pull the bag off.

“I think that can be arranged… it is rather nice and relaxing.” The demon murmured. Flug smiled up at him. He leaned up and kissed the eldritch who pulled him closer as he returned it. When they parted Flug snuggled into Black Hat’s chest. The villain took the glass and set it off to the side. He shifted them both so they were stretched out on the couch, Black Hat laying on his back with Flug laying on top of him. He gently ran his claws along the human’s hair.

“Love you, Black Hat…” Flug murmured softly.

“Je t'aime aussi chéri.” Black Hat replied. The scientist smiled and nuzzled into his lover’s chest closing his eyes, only to open them when Black Hat shifted and tapped his shoulder. He looked up towards only to pause when he found a box held in front of his face. He sat up and took it looking at the other. “Last present of the night.” The demon said. Flug shifted, slowly opening it as Black Hat sat up. Inside the box was a bracelet that was the amino acid code for “We are all star stuff”. His eyes widened as he lifted it out looking it over. Black hat took it and looped it around the scientist’s wrist and clipped it. Flug grinned at him.

“I love it! It’s amazing, Jefecito!” he said hugging the demon, who chuckled.

“There one other thing in the box.” He said. Flug pulled back and looked in the box, sure enough there was a small note inside. In perfect cursive were the words “Yes or No?” at the bottom of the note was a simple silver band. Flug froze; it was such a simple way to do it, that it caught him guard. He lifted the note and ring, looking up at Black Hat who was watching him.

“…Black Hat… i…” he trailed off as he teared up before smiling and throwing himself forward and kissing the demon. Black Hat wrapped his arms around his human kissing back, smiling into the kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes then…” he chuckled, as they parted.

“A million times yes.” The scientist murmured before pulling the demon into another kiss. The demon grinned and took the ring slipping it onto his lover’s finger as he kissed back. Flug broke the kiss and buried his face in the demon’s shoulder.

It seemed like his wish came true after all.

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Done :P Hop you liked it!

[adibakhoo]

40 Random Get To Know Me Questions

1. What would be the theme song of your life?

Sweet Disposition- The Temper Trap

2. What has been your favorite memory this year?

My Bachelorette party last weekend @ Element, KL 

3. What is the craziest/most daring thing you’ve ever done?

Passing a written note to a stranger! He reached out to me 6 months later. And that’s how I met my Wan— my future husband.

4. What talents do you possess that not a lot of people know?

I fell asleep easily the minute my head rest on the pillow. Can that count? Hehe

5. Which TV sitcom would you star in?

Would love to star in How I Met Your Mother.

6. Which character would you be if you were in that sitcom?

My best friend, Ahya used to say Lily Pad character is similar to me. But Wan said Robin was a lot like me so its between the two.

7. If you could play a scene in a movie, what would it be and which character would you play?

I admire Belle character in Beauty and the Beast. I think she’s very brave and daring.

8. If you could make a difference in the world what would you be known for?

Zero waste!

9. What do you like being complimented on?

I love when people complimented that I smell nice/ my hair looks good/ when I dressed well.

10. Describe your partner in 3 words.

Funny, Exciting, Knowledgeable

11. How would your friends describe you?

Optimistic, Positive, Friendly.

12. What is your favorite quote?

Always go for the extra miles! It is never crowded.

13. If you could travel to one of the planets, which planet would you go to?

Fly me to the Moon.

14. What would you rather do – perform in a circus or in an aquatic dance group?

Aquatic Dance group sounds fun! Hehe

15. If a millionaire decides to fund your all expenses paid one week trip to anywhere, where would you go and what would you do?

New Zealand! My current dream trip to go to!

16. What is the funniest thing someone has said to you?

Knowing Wan always got my PMS symptom instead of me. When he is moody, he will ask if I’m getting my period soon? Hahaha. So cute and funny at the same time.

17. What would you like to do before your next birthday?

Birthday trip please!

18. What would you like to be known for?

I love helping those in need, or making someone’s day by cheering them up when they are feeling down. I wanted to be the rainbow in someone’s cloud. It makes me happy knowing I could be of help in their life.

19. What did you want to be when you grew up?

I was inspired by my teachers in Kindergarten and Primary school. I wanted to be like them, a great teacher. 

20. What is the most memorable experience you had when you were little?

Playing Blindfold games with my siblings when we were little. Lead by my big sis, Jie Jie. It was so funny and it made me laugh just by remembering it up until today.

21. What food do you dislike the most and why?

I am trying to avoid sugary/ oily food now. Maintaining my diet!

22. What is the first thing people notice about you?

My big anime eyes.

23. If you’re sitting in a first class flight, who would be next to you and what would you ask them?

Wan, “Are we in the paradise baby?”

24. What one cause are you passionate about?

Protecting the environment! 

25. What has been some funny advice someone gave you?

Wan advised me to continue being Dibahashi - inspired by Teruhashi from Saiki Kusuo and it is now a vocabulary used as a noun in our conversation.

26. If you could create a fortune cookie fortune to give yourself when you were 16, what would it say?

to my 16 years old me, Good things will come your way. You will figure everything out. All the best!

27. What would you name your next pet?

Lucky?

28. Who is your hero and why?

My hero..that’d be my mom. She’s the best mom ever. I love you mama!

29. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Fruit Punch

30. What is one thing you’d like to cross off your bucketlist this year?

Going on a holiday trip - Wan and I. Just the both of us for the first time! So excited for our mini-moon trip this July!

31. What kind of a dessert would you be?

Sundae Chocolate Ice Creams - my fav go to ice cream

32. If there was a zombie apocalypse tomorrow, what is the first thing you would do?

Run for your life!!

33. When you die in the Great Zombie Apocalypse, what will it say on your tombstone?

Al-Fatihah to (my name)

34. What is your spirit animal?

Dove!

35. What is your most treasured possession?

My iphone.

36. If you had to be reborn again, who or what will you choose to be?

a princess in Chinese Dynasty century- I adore their head piece decor. So so pretty! 

37. If you could have a magical power, what power would you choose?

I wish to have Dr Strange’s power to control time.

38. If tomorrow you were required to evacuate and you only had time to grab 15 items, what would you take with you?

1. Phone

2. Powerbank

3. Purse

4. Handbag

5. Notebook and Pens

6. Some food supplies I can store in my handbag

7. Blankets

8. First Aid Kit

9. Water bottle

10. Toiletries

11. Extra Clothes

12. Towels

13. Telekung

14. Laptop & Charger

15. Car Keys!

39. What do you like as toppings on your ice cream?

Strawberry, jellies, chocolate chips

40. If you had a controller that has the power to rewind or fast forward, which one would you press?

Fast forward! - I love spoilers.

[duckybeth99]

The Baby Shower (Future!Beth)

[shebe67]

As Long as You Love Me

This oneshot is 5358 words of pure love. I started this after my very first oneshot. I couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go with it. I love the Backstreet Boys and this song. I always thought it was perfect for Cory and Topanga and Rucas. I finally figured it out and I hope you enjoy.

As Long as You Love Me

It was Friday, two weeks before Homecoming at Abigail Adams High. Riley and her friends were so excited. They were sophomores now and had settled into the high school routine pretty well. They were all taking part in different clubs and activities and Homecoming was the highlight of football season. Homecoming was a time-honored tradition and Riley was eager to participate this year. Last year the triangle had just ended and they were all still adjusting to things.

Homecoming week was planned and each day would have a different theme. The gang probably wouldn’t participate in every activity but wanted to show their school spirit. Every day had a different theme with prizes going to the three people in each grade that best represented the day’s theme. All you had to do to participate was wear clothes from the different eras that were chosen for that day. Monday would be 60’s Day. Tuesday was 70’s Day. Wednesday was 80’s Day. Riley’s favorite day would be 90’s Day and Friday would be School Spirit Day. The whole week would end with a pep assembly and the football game on Friday night followed by the Homecoming Dance.

The gang had decided to meet at Topanga’s on a Saturday afternoon, two weeks before Homecoming, to talk about their ideas for the week. The kids all had various ideas for outfits from the different decades. Some of them would hit second hand stores or raid their parents or grandparent’s closets. Riley had found some 70’s and 80’s stuff in a nearby second hand store and she knew that her grandmother had some cool stuff in her attic from the 60’s. They would be in town to visit a week before homecoming and her grandmother promised to bring the items to Riley then. The only decade Riley knew she wouldn’t have any trouble with at all was the 90’s. Her parents were teenagers in the 90’s and she knew her mother’s sense of style and the fact that Topanga was a bit of a pack rat meant that her families storage space in the basement of the building would give her and Lucas an edge for 90’s day. The rest of the gang had raided their parent’s closets, but Riley was positive her or Lucas would take one of the prizes for 90’s Day.

After the gang left Topanga’s and Lucas had walked her home, she entered the apartment and went in search of her mother. Topanga was in Auggie’s room putting some laundry away. Riley knocked on Auggie’s door, making Topanga jump.

“Riley! You scared me to death!” Topanga yelled,

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Riley said in apology. “I have a favor I need to ask.”

“What kind of favor, Riley?” Topanga asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Well, as you know Homecoming week is coming up at school and me and my friends have been making plans for all the daily events. I need some ideas for 90’s day and I was wondering if I could get the key to our storage space so that I could look through some of your and daddy’s old clothes. I know you still have some of them.” Riley informed her mother.

“Oh, that sounds like fun! Do you want some help?” Topanga asked her.

“Of course, I would love your help. You know where all the good stuff is and it would save some time.” Riley was nearly jumping for joy at her mother’s offer to help.

“Auggie is with your father, so I’m free right now, if that works for you.” Topanga informed Riley.

“What are we waiting for then?” Riley asked. She grabbed her mother’s hand and headed down the hall to the living room. She was headed to the front door when Topanga stopped her.

“What?” Riley asked.

Topanga went to the kitchen and opened a drawer and pulled out a set of keys. “We need the key to get in the storage space,” she said as she held the key ring up and jingled it. Topanga walked back to Riley and grabbed her hand and they headed out the door. Instead of waiting for the elevator, they took the stairs to the basement.

Riley hated the basement. It was so dark and dusty. She knew spiders and other critters were lurking in the dark corners and shadows. She was really glad her mother came down here with her. “Where is our storage space, Mom?” She asked.

Topanga didn’t like the basement either. She thought it was creepy and kept turning on every light switch they saw. “It’s just up ahead, Riley.” They walked along until they got to the familiar cage with the number 26 on the door. Topanga fumbled through the keys until she found the one that would open the lock on the door. She slid the door open and laid the lock and keys on the floor just inside the door. She found the light switch and turned on the lights. When she saw how much stuff was sitting in the space she cringed. She and Cory really needed to purge themselves of some of this stuff. There were stacks and stacks of boxes, as well as some furniture items hidden under sheets and blankets. They only came down here twice a year. Once to get the Christmas decorations out and once to put them away. She knew where the items Riley was looking for were. They headed to the back of the space.

Riley couldn’t believe the amount of stuff that was in the storage space. It was all neatly stacked though. She followed her mother into the space and she immediately tripped over something that was sticking in the walk way. Thankfully her mother caught her so that she didn’t land on the floor. When she looked to see what she had tripped over she pulled back a blanket to reveal a wooden crib. “Mom, is this Auggie’s crib?” she asked her mother.

Topanga turned to look at what Riley was talking about. “Yea, that was Auggie’s crib, yours too. Grandma and Grandpa Matthew’s gave that crib to us before you were born. Who knows, maybe someday your and Auggie’s children will sleep in that crib.”

Riley rubbed her hand along the smooth surface of the wood. It was weird to think of the future. She wondered if her and Lucas would be together that long. She knew that she loved him. She just wished she had the nerve to tell him and just hoped he would feel the same way. Her mother called her name, pulling her out of her thoughts and back to the task at hand. She walked over to where her mother had found a seat on an old cooler. Riley found an old plastic milk crate that she turned upside down for herself to sit on.

Topanga had found the boxes that she believed Riley would need. “I think these boxes have some of my old clothes in them, maybe even some of your father’s things.” Topanga said.

Riley started rummaging through some of the boxes with her mom. She pulled out some short denim skirts she thought might work, then she found some dresses that looked a lot like some of the ones that she had, just different colors and prints. “Mom, this looks like some of my dresses that I have now.”

Topanga looked up from the box that she was looking at to see what Riley was talking about. “Oh, my goodness, that’s my skater dress. It does look just like some of yours. There is a denim vest and belt that I used to wear with that, somewhere.” Just as Topanga said it Riley found the vest and some clunky short leather boots as well.

“Mom, what are these?” Riley asked, holding up the boots.

“Those are my Doc Martens. I wore those with everything. Your father even had a pair, his were low tops, but he had some, as well.” Topanga said laughing. She turned and went back to the box she was looking in.

Riley kept looking through the box and when she came to the bottom of it she found some old CDs and an odd looking round thing with headphones attached. She took the stack of CD cases and started looking through them, there were names like Hanson, The Spice Girls, Jewel, Elton John, The Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion and Mariah Carey. “Mom, I think I found your music from the 90’s” Riley said. “But what is this thing with the huge headphones attached to it?”

Topanga walked over to Riley and took the CD’s from her. “Oh, wow! You found some of my CDs and my Discman?” Topanga thought she had gotten rid of these things.

“Your who?” Riley asked with a confused look on her face.

“Discman. It’s a portable CD player and those headphones are how you listened to the music. You’ve seen headphones before.” Topanga explained. “I can’t believe these are here.”

“Mom, who are the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys?” Riley asked.

“Well, the spice girls were an English pop group that were super popular for a few years. They had this cool song called, Wannabe. The Backstreet Boys were an American boy band that first made it big in 1997. I may or may not have had a secret crush on one or two of them. I loved their music.” Topanga said, answering Riley’s question.

“I guess that means you thought some of them were really cute?” Riley asked.

“Yea, at the time. I was a 17-year-old girl and all teenage girls loved them. But, I still loved your dad.” she said.

They rummaged through a few more boxes and Riley was satisfied with what she found for her and Lucas. She hoped her dad’s Doc Martens would fit Lucas. She found a denim shirt for him and she settled on the skater dress with the denim vest and her mom’s Doc Martens. She found some hair scrunchies, that her mom said were all the rage in the 90’s. She also asked her mom if she could take the CDs to listen to as well. Her mom found an empty box to put all her things in and they turned off the lights and closed the door and left the basement.

When Riley returned to the apartment, she thanked her mother for helping her and went to her room. When she got to her room she placed the box on the floor by the bay window and took a seat. She had forgotten that she left her cell phone there and decided to check to see if Lucas had texted. She had a couple missed calls from Maya and a text from Lucas. She would call Maya later so, she opened the text from Lucas. Hey Riles you’ll never guess what I found in my dad’s closet. They’ll be really cool for 70’s Day. Call me when you get this...    She dialed his number, eager to tell him about her own treasure hunt.

(Lucas in bold)

Hey Riles!

Hey, Babe. Tell me about this awesome find of yours that will make 70’s Day.

Well, I went through my dad’s closet and found a baby blue leisure suit and white platform shoes and a white belt. He says the suit was Pappy Joe’s, but I don’t believe him. The shoes were his though and it all fits. What about you? Did you have any luck with the 90’s stuff?

Oh yea. My mom took me down to our storage space. I found the coolest stuff. I even found some old CDs of my moms and this portable disc player called a Discman, it’s really strange. Why don’t you come over and you can try on these shoes that I found and we can listen to this music.

Bay window or front door?

My dad is out with Auggie so, bay window.

Okay, be there in an hour. See you then.

Riley walked over to the bay window and started pulling items out of the box. She was really interested in hearing those CDs, especially the Backstreet Boys. There were 4 or 5 of their CD’s so her mother must have really liked them. She turned on her laptop that was sitting in the window seat and inserted the disk into the drive and waited for it to play. It was the Backstreet Boys CD, Backstreet’s Back. Her mother had told her that was their first album. As the first song played she could see why her mom liked this music. She still listens to pop music all the time. Riley decided to let the music play while she was looking through the items she had collected for Homecoming week.

She was pretty happy with the items and was sure that she could win one of the prizes for 90’s Day. As the songs played, Riley kept sorting and putting items away. Just as she was sitting down back at her computer a song came on that she really liked. She looked at the CD case to see the name of the song, As Long as You Love Me. She turned the volume up and listened more intently. As the song was playing her mother came in her room and sat at the bay window with her, listening to the song.

As the song ended, Riley turned to her mother and noticed she had tears in her eyes. “Mom, are you okay?” Riley asked. She reached up and brushed the stray tear from Topanga’s cheek, “why are you crying?”

Topanga stood and walked over to Riley’s dresser and grabbed a tissue and wiped the unshed tears away. “That song was a favorite of mine and your father. It just reminds me of when we were young and so crazy in love.”

“It is a really good song, I like what it says.” Riley said softly. “Is this your and dad’s song?”

“It’s one of our songs, we have several. One night, we were doing homework for Feeny’s class, while listening to the radio and this song came on. Your father, being the romantic guy that he is, asked me to dance.” Topanga was reminiscing. “We were in your grandparent’s living room and we danced. It is one of my favorite memories and when I hear this song, it always takes me back.”

“Aww, mom, that’s so sweet. Who knew that my dad was such a sappy romantic at heart.” Riley said while giggling. “By the way, Lucas is going to be here in a little while. He’s using the bay window and yes, we’ll keep the door open.”

“Speaking of Lucas, I have a question for you, Riley.” Topanga asked, knowing how Riley felt about him. “Have you told Lucas how you feel about him yet? Have you told him that you love him or has he told you?”

Riley took a deep breath and answered her mother’s question, “No, I haven’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to scare him off.

“Oh sweetie, trust me, he feels the same way about you. I think he has for quite a while.” Topanga said, trying to ease her daughter’s mind. “So, neither one of you has said a word?”

Riley shook her head no and looked at her feet. Topanga put her hand under Riley’s chin and pulled her head back up, gently. “Riley, don’t be afraid of your feelings. It could turn out to be one of the best things you ever did. Whether you and Lucas are forever, or not, he deserves to know how you really feel. You deserve to know how he really feels.” Topanga pulled her daughter close to her and gave her a hug, which Riley returned.

“Thanks for the words of wisdom and the advice, mom. I love you.” Riley told her mother as she hugged her.

“Well, who knows, this could be a story you tell my grandchildren someday. Make sure you and Lucas have them call me Nana Topie.” Topanga said with a laugh as she let go of Riley.

Riley smiled at what her mother said. Whether those grandchildren belonged to her and Lucas or someone else, she knew that Nana Topie, would be one of the best grandmothers a kid could have.

“Riley, do you mind if I borrow that CD?” Topanga asked.

“It is your CD, so of course you can have it.” Riley removed the CD from her computer and handed it to her mother. Once Topanga left the room, Riley pulled up her Spotify account on her computer and added the song to her Lucas playlist. Anytime she heard a song that reminded her of him, she’d add it to this playlist.  

She was laying on her bed listening to the song for the third time, when she heard a knock on the bay window. She rolled from her back to her stomach and looked to see Lucas’ smiling at her through the closed window. She had forgotten to unlock the window. She got up off the bed and went to the window to let Lucas in.

Lucas was surprised to find the bay window locked. Riley always unlocked it when she knew he was coming over. He looked inside the window and saw her laying on her back on her bed. He decided to knock on the window to get her attention. Once he had her attention and she unlocked the window, Lucas climbed in and as he stood, he was attacked by the beautiful brunette. She launched herself at him and as luck would have it he caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He took advantage of the situation and held on to her for a bit so he could hug her. Holding her always made his heart beat fast.

The girl in his arms was a wonder to him. She made everything better, she made him better. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on the moment it happened, but Lucas knew that he was head over heels in love with this girl. Of course, he hadn’t shared that little tidbit of information with Riley. He was afraid she wouldn’t feel the same and Lucas just didn’t know if he could handle that. He never wanted to lose her and wasn’t sure if they didn’t share the same feelings for each other if it would be so easy to go back to being her friend. They were friends, he considered Riley his best friend, different than Zay and Farkle. He just didn’t want to lose what they shared. He wouldn’t be the same without her in his life.

As he inhaled the sweet floral scent that seemed to surround her, he didn’t want to let go. But she was the first to break the silence.

“Lucas, is everything okay?” she asked as she loosened her hold on him.

The smile had disappeared from her face and he couldn’t have that, he never wanted to be the reason that she didn’t smile. “Everything is fine, Riley. I was just enjoying the moment.”

“Me too,” she said with a blush and the smile returning to her face. “I like all of our moments.”

“Well then, you should know the feeling is mutual.” Lucas said with a smile on his handsome face. So, where are these shoes you wanted me to try on?”

Riley walked over to the end of her bed where she had set her dad’s old Doc Marten’s. She picked up the clunky shoes and walked back to the bay window and gave them to Lucas. “Here you go, these were my dad’s back in the 90’s. If they fit you can use them for 90’s Day. Apparently, the look for part of the decade was denim on denim and whatever else you could pair it with.” Riley informed him. “I have a pair of boots just like them that were my mom’s. I also found one of his shirts and an old denim jacket that you can use. You’ll have to use your own jeans and gel your hair really well.”

“Gel, my hair?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, big hair was in and the dudes always gelled their hair for styling. So, yea, don’t worry, I have some you can use.” Riley said seriously.

“Okay, whatever my princess wants.” Lucas said with a smirk. He tried the shoes on and pulled the shirt on over his green t-shirt he was wearing.

After Lucas, had pulled the shirt on Riley checked out the look. Her dad’s shirt was a little snug across Lucas’s chest and on his arms, but she liked it. Topanga walked in just at that moment and noticed the denim shirt on Lucas.

“Whoa, is that Cory’s old shirt that you brought up from storage?” Topanga asked.

“Yea, what do you think?” Lucas asked her. Riley couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Mr. Matthews never looked that good in it. He didn’t um… fill it out quite so well. Yea, anyway do you kids want something to eat and drink? I have some sandwiches and sodas I can bring you.” She told them.

Lucas was getting ready to pull the shirt off when a mesmerized Riley grabbed his arm to stop him, “leave it on, I like it,” she said with a goofy grin on her face. Lucas did as she asked.

Topanga still waiting for an answer could see shy Riley couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lucas in that shirt. She walked over to Riley and snapped her fingers in front of her face. Riley snapped out of her trance and just looked at her mother.

Lucas spoke up, “We would love the sandwiches and some sodas, Mrs. Matthews. Thank you.” Lucas just looked at Riley, wondering what was going on with her.

Riley was glad that her mother snapped her out of whatever it was that had come over her. She really didn’t expect Lucas to look so good in that shirt, it really wasn’t his style. Lucas generally made any clothing he wore look good though.

Lucas finally asked Riley if he could take the shirt off and she relented. He was still wearing the shoes, they were pretty comfy. He went to hang the shirt on a hanger to save it from wrinkling and realized that the same song had been playing since he got there.

“Riley what is this music you’re playing and why is it the same song?” it’s a good song but listening to it over and over is getting a little old.” He told her.

“Maybe if you would take the time to listen to the words, you’d like it. It’s from an old CD of my mom’s. It’s As Long as You Love Me by The Backstreet Boys. I found it on Spotify and downloaded it to my Lu… um, my playlist.” She nearly blurted out her secret. “I must have it on repeat. I’ll stop it.” She walked over to the bed and picked up her laptop to stop the song, she just Lucas wouldn’t look over her shoulder.

“What’s the name of that playlist, Riley?” Lucas asked, with a smirk. He could have sworn she was about to say Lucas playlist. “You don’t have to stop the song, I’d like to listen to it and hear the words like you said.”

She stopped what she was doing and put the laptop down. “The playlist really doesn’t have a name. It’s just a list of songs that I really like.” She got up off the bed and walked over to him. “Do the shoes fit okay? Do you want to see what I’m going to wear?”

“Yea, that would be awesome.” He answered. Lucas took the time while she was in the bathroom changing to listen to the words of the song. It was these words that struck him:

Don't care what is written in your history

As long as you're here with me

 I don't care who you are

Where you're from

What you did

As long as you love me

Who you are

Where you're from

Don't care what you did

As long as you love me

He wanted to replay that part, so he turned the computer around and backed the song up to the beginning. It was then that he noticed the title of the playlist, Loving Lucas. She had a playlist for him. He couldn’t believe it. He heard the bathroom door open in the hall, so he got up off the bed and went to the bay window. He didn’t want her to see him looking at the computer.

She walked into the room to see Lucas still sitting in the bay window and the song still playing in the background. “Well, this is it, what do you think?” she asked.

Lucas was at a loss for words, she was wearing a short dress that was yellow with white sleeves and a butterfly print all over it. She had a black belt at her waist and it was topped with a denim vest. Her hair was down and with half of it pulled into a ponytail on top of her head. On her feet were the same shoes as he was wearing only hers were boots. She was beautiful. He stood up and walked over to her and told her, “Riley, you look beautiful! The outfit looks great on you.”

Topanga picked that moment to show up with the sandwiches and drinks. She set the tray with their food down on Riley’s desk and walked over to the kids. She couldn’t believe her daughter was standing here in an old outfit of hers. “Riley, you look great, If I didn’t know better I would swear you walked right out of 1997. I don’t remember that dress being that short on me, but you were born taller than me so that’s to be expected.”

Riley and Lucas sat there staring at each other for a moment. “Well. I’m going to go put my other clothes back on. Be right back.” It was like she couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.

Lucas turned to thank Mrs. Matthews for the food. “Thanks for the sandwiches Mrs. Matthews. It’s really great of you to feed me.”

“Don’t be silly, Lucas. I’m happy to do it. Can I ask you a question?” Topanga asked. Someone had to get these two to open up about their feelings. They could talk for hours about anything and everything, except how they felt. Lucas shook his head yes so this was her shot. “When are you going to tell her how you feel? I know you want to?” Before he could answer her, she turned and left the room.

Lucas was left speechless. How could Riley’s mother possibly know what he was feeling. Riley walked back into the room and took the tray of food and sat on the floor. Lucas sat next to her and took the plate of food she offered. He hardly touched his food, while Riley inhaled hers.

“Lucas is something wrong?” she asked. “Is the sandwich not good?”

“No Riley, there is nothing wrong with the food. Why are you playing this song over and over? Have you listened to the words?” he asked.

“I’ll turn it off if it bothers you. I just thought it kind of described us.” Riley told him.

“Why because of my past? I don’t understand?” he asked. He needed to know if she felt the same as him.

“Did you not listen to the words? I don’t care what written in your history. I don’t care where you’re from or what you did, the only thing that matters is if you love me. I just want to know; do you love me Lucas?”

Lucas swallowed the lump that was in his throat. He was suddenly unable to speak. He picked up his soda and took a big drink. He stood up and walked to the foot of her bed. He turned around and squeaked out the only words he could think to say. “Riley, will you come over here and dance with me?”

She knew he was nervous, heck she was nervous. When he didn’t answer her question, she got a little more nervous. She stood and walked over to him. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close. She felt him put his hands on her waist and pull her closer to him. He started swaying slowly to the music. Trying to figure out what to say she finally said, ”Lucas you have to know that the things that you did in your past don’t matter to me at all, I love the person you are now. I just need to know if you feel the same way.”

He couldn’t believe that she just said she loved the person that he was. Those words were meant everything and he had to say them to her as well. He loosened his hold on her so that he could see her face. “Did you just say that you loved me?”

She blushed a bit and looked down. He put two fingers under her chin and made her lift her head so that she was looking him in the eyes. She bit her bottom lip, “Yes, Lucas, I love you. I’m in love with you and I’ve been too afraid to say anything for fear of you not feeling the same way.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her. He wrapped his arms back around her waist pulling her back to him. “Silly girl, don’t you know I have loved you for so long now. I don’t know when it happened, it just did and I’ve been dying to tell you but was afraid. I’m in love with you, Riley Matthews and know that as long as we love each other, everything is going to be alright.”

She pulled him closer if possible. They were cheek to cheek and she whispered in his ear, “Why were we so afraid to tell each other? We talk about everything else so, why was this so hard?”

“I’m 17 and your 16. That’s why it was so hard. Feelings are still new to us and hard to share. But now that I’ve said it once I want everyone to know. I could yell it from the roof of this building!” He said.

“You would do it to, wouldn’t you? I think for the moment I just want to keep it between us, and my mom. She said something to you didn’t she?” She chuckled at the thought of her matchmaking mother.

“Yes, she did. But it’s okay. If I had known it would feel this wonderful I would have done it sooner.” He said. He pulled away just a little to look in her eyes. He leaned forward and closed the distance between them with a kiss.

Topanga was standing in the hall with a smile on her face when she heard the front door. She walked down the hall to the living room. Cory had just hung up his jacket when he turned to her and told her that Auggie was having a sleep over with Doy and that he was free for the evening. Topanga smiled and picked up a small remote control and clicked a button.

Cory wondered what his wife was up to. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she used the remote for the small stereo in their living room. When the music started playing, he smiled and a million memories of yesterday came to mind. “Oh, this is my cue. Would you like to dance with me Mrs. Matthews?” he asked.

She walked into his arms and said, “I’d love to Cory. I’m glad you remembered.”

“How could I ever forget this song and what it has meant to us over the years. I always knew that as long as we loved each other, everything would be okay.