#just plopping some thoughts here i've had for awhile

[scrawnytreedemon]

Is it so bad that I don't really like ships of characters I simp and I only like the reader insert fics with them?

Yeah I can't deny I'm jealous of the canon x canon ships with my faves, knowing that they possibly can be together while I can't. I know it's dumb,so that's why I never hate on someone who likes those ships I just ignore it

Like Sefikura for example, I don't like it cuz I'm a massive hoe for Sephiroth,also bcuz sometimes they make the ship pretty icky,also bcuz Cloud is baby and I'm still angy at Sephy for mentally torturing my Babyboy like that

IT'S CHAOS WITH MY FICTIONAL FAVES!!!!!!

Nothing wrong with that, personally! I get wanting to indulge in the warmth of a good fantasy-- That is what alot of fiction is for, after all.

Bless you, anon. Alas, as someone also plagued with my own Dumb and Horrid Fictional Feelings, the brain can be such a little bitch when it comes to that stuff. Good on you for recognising how and why you feel that way, ignoring the stuff you don't like and focusing on what you do.

LMAO I get that completely. I should mention, though, that I am one of those people who indulges in the nastier side of the ship, lmaooo. Even so, I get why it wouldn't click with you.

(FR when is it not?)

[pandagyaru]

A lost Tau leads to Romance

Description: Tau runs away from Hassian to visit you!

Warnings: None! This is a sfw fanfic!!

Pairing: Hassian x Gender Neutral reader!

Author's note: I love Hassian so much dude, only reason I play Palia for real <3 /hj. I've only been playing it for awhile so I'm using Palia wiki for info and what I've come across in game! I also see no fanfiction for this game and I'm gonna change that 1 fanfic at a time!!

The night was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. You had just settled in for the evening when you heard it—a soft scratching at the front door. At first, you dismissed it as the branches of the nearby tree brushing against the wood. But then, it came again, more insistent this time. Curiosity got the better of you, you hesitated, hand hovering over the handle. With a deep breath, you flung the door open, expecting to see something horrific. But it was just

"Tau? what are you doing here boy?" You ask. He turns his head to you, tongue hanging out. "where's Hassian?" You look around the dark abyss that was the woods around your house, the only light being your garden lantern you set out when you first moved in and a few stray lightning bugs. No hassian in sight.

"Come on in" You open the door for Tau, he trots on in; tail wagging behind him. "He's probably worried about you Tau" Said plumehound raises an ear up at his name, turning around and barking at you.

"You're no help" You deadpan. "Guess you're staying the night, you're lucky you're cute" You joke. Tau jumps on your bed, yawning and walking around in a circle till he lays down. "Glad you're comfortable Tau" You walk over to the bed, turning your ceiling light off as you walk past. You plop down on the mattress, jostling Tau as you move under the covers. You close your eyes and drift off, your thoughts filled with that pretty hunter named Hassian. (Completely cause you're worried about Tau and not at all cause of other things).

You wake up to hot air being blown on your face, really stinky hot air if you were to be honest. You peek your eyes open to see Tau's snout in your face, his tongue hanging out as he breathes on you. You push his face away gently. "I'm up! I'm up!" He makes a noise as if he's laughing at you. You glare at him. "I got some left over sernuk meat, if you want breakfast" You tell him, he yips in excitement; jumping off of you and sitting patiently near your kitchen counter. "I'll take that as a 'yes please (name)'" You get up, shivering at the cold of your floors; you dig around under your bed for your house slippers. You silently cheer as you find them, dragging them out and slipping your feet into them. Tau huffs at you in impatience as he watches you "slowly" move around your kitchen, he clearly wants the sernuk meat he was promised.

Hassian trudged up the pathway that leads to the gate of your mountain home, following plumehound prints (ones that clearly belong to Tau, cause who else has a plumehound besides him). He slowly closes the gate as he walks up to your front door, listening around for Tau's barks as he knocks. You look up from your stove as hard knocks sound through your house, you walk over to the door; Tau padding behind you as his hair raises up in warning. You open the door to see Hassian!

"Oh Hassian! Perfect timing, I think this is yours" You joke as you move out the way of Tau. He barks at Hassian as he runs up to him. Hassian sighs out in relief.

"Thank you for taking care of him (name)" He says, scratching Tau's ears.

"It's really no problem. I'll take of him anyday. Speaking of taking care of him, I was just about to give him some sernuk meat. Wanna come in and eat with us?" You ask him, hoping he'll say yes. He looks you over as he thinks, his eyes going from you to the happy plumehound next to you.

"Sure, why not" He says, walking into your house as you move aside to let him in. He sets his quiver on the floor near your coat rack, walking over to your kitchen table. You close the door and walk over to the stove, grabbing the packaged sernuk meat and taking one of the raw steaks; holding it out for Tau. He walks over and snatches it from your hand, scarfing it down. Hassian holds in an amused chuckle. You look over at him as you put the other steaks away, grabbing ingredients to make a nice Veggie fried rice.

"He scared the crap out of me last night, I was reading letters that i got from everyone and he was scratching at my door like some crazed chapaa" You tell him, getting a bowl to wash your rice in. He looks down at Tau and then back at you, a small smile on his face at the look on Tau's face at being called a crazed chapaa. You turn the faucet off and put the bowl of fresh washed rice up, grabbing your cutting board and some veggies.

"So how much do I owe you?" Hassian asks, reaching into his pockets to grab out a small pouch of gold coins.

"You don't owe me anything, You company is payment enough Hassian." You tell him, putting the vegetables in a pot of broth. He looks at you questionably, putting the pouch away slowly. Your face warms the longer he stares at you, you cough awkwardly as you pour the rice into the broth/veggie mixture. He looks away from you, his face a dark purple. Tau looks at the both of you with his head tilted to the side, questioning you two.

"well then!" You clap your hands, putting 2 bowls on the table and sitting down. "Here you go Hassian!"

"thank you" He mutters, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the fried rice. Tau whines at him and headbutts his leg. Hassian looks at him and then back at you. "Hey uh (name) would you like to go with me on my next hunt?" He asks, not making eye contact. You look at him, your face flushing.

"I'd love to Hassian" You whisper to him. He looks up at you wide eyes for a second before he "fixes" his face and stature.

"Cool. Cool Cool Cool" He says, face palming in his head. You smile.

"Cool. Cool Cool Cool" You repeat, giggling.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT CAUSE IT TOOK ME A FEW HOURS <3

My creative juices did not flow for this one

LOVE YA

[junnieverse]

BEST PART (PART TWO) ➳ P. JONGSEONG

➙ synopsis: after a trip down memory lane and a 'coincidental' run in with your ex after moving back home, you thought you would be able to move on but sparks seemingly started flying once again between you and jay.

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers to exes to lovers (again) au

word count: 1.3k

request: " I almost cried reading Best Part, may I request a part 2 with a happy ending?? "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: I had initially wanted to leave this as a oneshot with a bittersweet ending but because you so kindly asked, here it is anon, enjoy :)

a/n (2): please be sure to read part one [ here ]

You were finally back home after being overseas and for the past two weeks you've been settling back in into your new apartment and catching up with your friends and family.

It felt great to be back and seeing everyone you love in person again but after the day of your trip going through your box of keepsakes, you would catch yourself thinking about Jay once in awhile wondering how and where he was.

Although a big part of you also knew maybe it was best not to see him because you wanted to, no, needed to move on from him and start a new page in your book called life.

Your new apartment still needed some decorating with a personal touch and you thought adding a few vinyl pieces could make your space feel more like home.

Walking into the old music shop you had been introduced to by Jay in the past, you kindly greet the store owner in the front and begin to browse through the various vinyls picking out some you wanted to get.

The store bell rung alerting the owner and you, seeing as you were currently the only customer, that someone else had come in.

You had obviously paid no mind to this simply paying attention to this box of vinyls looking for a new album.

"(Y/n)... is that you?"

Turning your head you immediately recognise the voice you'd missed but also wanted to forget for the longest time.

"Jay... h-hi." you say weakly as your voice cracked.

It felt as thought your entire world was crashing down and in that moment you were just holding back tears and wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"How've you been, it's great to see you again. When did you get back?" he asks calmly trying to make small talk but little did you know his heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

"Uhm yeah haha. I've been good I guess. Got back about two weeks ago so I've just been settling in." you tell him wanting to run away.

"It was nice to see you too but I have to uhh... unpack some of my other things back home." you excuse yourself avoiding eye contact with him fiddling with your fingers nervously.

Just as you turned around to leave to go pay for the vinyls you picked out, Jay stops you gently grabbing your wrist and you notice a particularly familiar bracelet on his wrist.

"I hope it's okay if I message you again if you don't mind... maybe we can catch up over a coffee sometime." he suggests letting go of your arm and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y-you still have my number..?" you ask him suprised by this.

"Yeah. I kept them... you know just in case." he said smiling sheepishly.

"Oh uhm, okay then, you can text me. I'll see you soon then."

Your heart and mind were both racing at this point.

You didn't know whether it was the right move to let Jay back into your life but having met him here again has to be some sort of sign right?

Fate?

And the bracelet you made him, not only had you both broken up but he was still wearing it too...

You plop down onto your couch, after arriving home, letting out a deep sigh trying to figure out how your life suddenly took an entire 180.

Jay did in fact text you that night and talking to him again brought back so many emotions you'd tried so hard to let go of.

You felt like a giddy high schooler experiencing her first love all over again.

You both had agreed to meet at a cafe not far from where you lived the following Saturday and you were quite nervous.

Seeing Jay again after so long only proved to you that you were still undoubtedly in love with him and you were secretly hoping he was too.

Walking into the cafe that afternoon, you catch Jay sitting across a table near the window looking beautiful as the sun hit him at the best angle making his skin glisten.

"Hey Jay." you greet him about to sit down but before that he abruptly pulls you in for a hug.

You feel yourself melting in his embrace taking a whiff of the vanilla scent you missed still proceeding to hug him back despite how awkward you felt.

"It's great to see you again, thank you for agreeing to this." he says pulling away first as he pulled out your chair to let you sit as you thanked him taking your seat.

"Wow, this place sure has changed, felt like just yesterday we were here on one of our dates." you say looking around admiring the new interior of the place as you reminisced about the past.

"Yeah, it feels good to be back here with you, it didn't feel the same coming alone." he admits shyly as a waiter suddenly places your drinks and food down.

"Why am I not suprised, you still remember my go-to order." you say trying to hide your smile as Jay chuckles.

"I wanted to make a good impression. Although I was worries maybe it might have changed, glad it didn't." he says feeling relieved watching you enjoy your food.

"So how was it studying overseas, anything memorable?" he asks trying to make conversation.

You were glad Jay was able to make you feel comfortable, it felt like talking to an old friend and catching up.

You both then exchanged stories of what has been going on for these past two years you'd been away from each other and yet, you hadn't picked up any romance in his story.

"So you didn't meet anyone while I was gone..?" you ask clearing your throat.

"I wasn't really interested in anyone. Plus I'm still I love with y-" he stops himself realising what he just said as your eyes widen.

"I-I'm so sorry, uh, I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I completely get it if you've moved on-" he rambles and you stop him trying to calm him down by laying your hand on his across the table.

"It's okay Jay, I feel the same way." you admit as his ears turn red and he had the biggest smile on his face.

It felt so relieving being able to finally get that out to him and even better to know he felt the same way.

You both then spent the entire day catching up more and visiting old places you'd go to making new memories there.

"Thank you for today, I had a great time." you tell Jay as you stop in front of your door both your hands in his as you gently sway them.

"Wait uhm, I actually have something for you." he says gently rubbing your hands with the pad of his thumb letting go briefly handing you the small letter from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Oh, thank you." you accept the letting wondering what it was.

"But open it only once you're inside and I've left." he says smiling shyly.

"Okay Jay, goodnight." you tell him nodding in understanding.

Letting go of his hands, not really wanting to though, you decide to make the first move planting a short peck on his cheek leaving Jay in awe as you went inside.

You look at the letter once more opening it and reading it's content feeling yourself about to burst into tears.

At the end of the letter it read:

'Day 01: I love your presence, no matter how much time passes, I still feel myself loving you more and more and now we can finally start over together.'

He still remembered the letters, you thought to yourself with the biggest smile.

Maybe things would work out just fine.

[zuyyin]

A/N : I've wrote this thing for awhile so yea. Pardon my bad grammar and all. English isnt my first language

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Prune Juice Cookie x reader|| fluff || ooc || reader is (your preferred flavour) cookie

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I barged into his laboratory only to find out that he has been busy with his potion making. Cauldron filled with bubbling hot potions. The faint scent of strawberry filled the air as I slowly entered his lab. "Have I told you that intruders are not allowed to be in here?" he said while his eyes are still glued on his potions. "Oh, Prune Juice Cookie. Its me!" said with full enthusiasm as I walked closer to him to take a closer look on his current activities. His attention quickly adverted to me as he heard my voice. "Oh its you, (your flavour) Cookie. And here I thought you were some random pesky Parfaedians or something" he responded shortly after.

"Of course it is me. The principal told me to check on you" I said as I walked to the sofa located by the window and plopped myself onto it. He is still busy on his potion making, though. Seriously, what's so fun in potion making when you have magic? What a weirdo. He then settled down his apparatuses and turned to see me. Ah, the cheeky grin of his. Bet there is something sinister behind it.

He pulled out his brand new potion he had just made and "Ta-da! The 'All Eyes on Me' potion!" he said as he held the potion bottle above our heads. " 'All Eyes on Me'?" I blinked several time in confusion as he let out a long sigh at my blurred state. "This potion will make the cookie that drank it more... attractive. Thus will make them gaining other cookies' love and attention" he explained short and clear about the function of the weird looking potion.

"Alright so what are you going to do with that weird potion?" that potion surely got my attention. "This is not 'weird potion' this is 'All Eyes on Me' potion" he corrected me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and asked again "Fine.. the 'All Eyes on Me' potion. What are you going to do with it? Drink it?". A small grin appeared on his face as he inched closer to me, bringing the lips of the bottle closer to my mouth. He let out a small chuckle before saying "Im not going to drink it, sweetheart. But you are" he said before slightly tilting the bottle so that the liquid inside flowed into my mouth. I forced myself to drink the potion. Surprisingly, it tasted sweet. "Good~ What a good test subject you are!" he said as he patted my head.

I looked at him in wonder. "Did it work? Is it working?" I asked him secretly hoping for the potion to work. He laughed at me before decided to boop me on the nose. "Sadly, it didnt work" he said in a playful tone. I muttered out a small 'oh' at the result. I am actually relived but disappointed at the same time. "Wanna know why?" he asked. I nod at him eager to know the reason of the failed experiment. "Because... You already have all my love and attention. Why would you seek for another?" he explained bluntly while keeping that signature grin of his. "And also, it is just strawberry milk".

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Hello!

How about something with little Amity and caregiver Lilith?

Maybe she's young enough to need protection and ends up having an accident after a nap or by being too absorbed in her playing. She obviously feels super embarrassed but also afraid of Lilith's reaction, so she decides to try and hide it and say nothing, but eventually Lilith realizes something is wrong because Amity feels super uncomfortable, grumpy and sad.

Here it is! sorry it took awhile!

also, since i don't own any diapers or protection (too scared to ask my mom even though she kind of knows I want to try it out), I might've gotten some of the descriptions wrong. sorry if i did.

Amity had her lessons with her mentor at Lilith’s parents house. They had been doing their lessons at Gwen and Del’s house since it was the only other place they could do it at. However, Amity hasn’t regressed in a long time and it was taking a toll on her. 

She knocked on the door to the house and Lilith answered.

“Good afternoon, Amity! I have the basement set up, but before we train, I just think we should do a check-up.” Lilith explained, leading Amity inside and onto the living room couch.

Amity was a bit confused by this but just accepted it. She sat on the couch across from her mentor, who had a cup of tea in hand.

“So, how have you been feeling?” The older women with glasses asked her.

“Umm, f-fine. I've been feeling a lot more stressed l-lately, i guess,” Amity fidgeted with her fingers.

“When was the last time you regressed? Please, be honest with me,”

 

Amity hesitated. Should she tell her? She really needed to but also wanted to do work. It was a hard decision but she had finally made her choice.

“Uh, about a month ago?” she recalled. Lilith sighed. She knew how refreshed Amity felt after regressing and if she couldn’t do it for more than 2 weeks, then she would be extremely mentally exhausted. 

“Its okay, dear. How about we spend today’s lesson having little time?” Lilith suggested. Since she herself was a flip, her parents would often take care of her. They even made one of the storage rooms a place for her to regress and keep her little stuff. But when they found out that she caregived for Amity, they made the room more of Amity’s style since she seemed to regress more often than Lilith. Lilith would only do it about once every 2 months.

“Y-yeah, i- I would like that, please…” Amity admitted, still feeling very nervous about this stuff. 

Lilith walked with Amity upstairs where the playroom/nursery was. When they entered the room, Amity immediately felt herself slip. Just being in the room made her feel small. Luckily, the room had all of her little supplies in it. She went over to the pacifier cabinet where there were two clear plastic bins. Amity got out her bin and picked one out. Lilith quickly washed it for her and Amity plopped it in right when she was done. She stimmed happily, knowing that she was able to finally regress.

“Do you want to wear protection?” Lilith asked. Amity wore them mainly for comfort and security. Lilith, of course, knew this, but always asked before she ever changed her into them. They kept 2 boxes of diapers and 1 box of pull-ups. Amity would mostly wear the diapers since they were thicker and felt more comforting and safer than a pull-up.

Amity nodded her head and went to pick out which type. She picked out a plain white one and gave it to Lilith. She laid on the ground while Lilith changed her into it. It was hard for Amity to do by herself so if anyone was around while she was feeling small, she would usually have them do it for her.

Once the diaper was secure, Amity giggled happily at the feeling of the comfortable padding. It made her feel so safe and smol. She pulled up her shorts and thought of what she could do.

“I went to the market the other day and got some new things for you. They’re in the toy chest if you want to play with them,” Lilith pointed to the chest. Amity looked over and crawled to the chest. She opened it up and aside from the same toys shes already played with, there was a shape sorter and a stacking toy! She was excited for these since they were baby toys and she was feeling very close to 1 years old. 

She took out all of the ones she wanted to play with and sat on the foam puzzle pieces to begin playing. Unfortunately, all the stress and her slipping, made her forget that she needed to go.

After about fifteen minutes, she felt a small warning twinge. She thought she had some time so she kept playing. But her body seemed to follow what she was feeling mentally. Being absorbed in the new activities didn’t help either. 

While she was playing with the blocks, horror stuck and she felt warmth in her bottom half. It surprised her since she never had accidents. Usually when she was big, she could hold it for much longer. 

She stopped in her tracks in shock and embarrassment. Her scary big thoughts were starting to come in. Lilith couldn’t find out about this! Amity was absolutely mortified. She really wanted to start crying right then and there but knew Lilith would find out. Lilith would probably be grossed out by her. Amity could not stand to see her mentor be disgusted by her. 

“Sweetie? Is something wrong?” Lilith asked from the rocking chair. She had looked over from her scroll and saw Amity in a state of discomfort and shock. 

“Unh-uh! I good!” She lied. 

“Alright, but if you need anything, I’m here for you,” She told her.

Amity tried to distract herself by playing with her stuffed demons but her diaper started to get really itchy and more uncomfortable than before. She squirmed around in place and whimpered a little. But the embarrassment of Lilith finding out she had an accident, made her really try and hide it. She had a lot of sensory issues so it bothered her a lot more than it would a neurotypical person.

Her squirming and distressed face made Lilith know something was up. Amity would usually only hide things that she thought made her seem pathetic, weird, or weak. Maybe she was feeling sick? But she couldn’t have, since she hadn’t been showing any other symptoms. She went through a bunch of other possibilities, before she realized what it could be. 

“Hey, Amity?” Lilith got her attention. Amity looked over to her.

“Do you…uh… need a change?” She asked. The Little witchlet blushed and curled up her knees to her chest. 

“N-nu…” she mumbled, looking away from Lilith.

“Hey, its okay to have accidents. I had a small one when I was about your age when i got to see the emperor's coven up-close.” She admitted to the small girl. This made Amity feel a little better, knowing that it wasn’t too weird. 

“They’re called accidents for a reason, sweetie. Besides, you’re feeling a lot smaller than usual, its normal,” She kneeled next to the girl and rubbed her back. It made Amity feel like it was okay. She felt like she could trust Lilith a little bit more. Lilith comforted her for a little bit before Amity started squirming again.

“So, you need a change?” this time, Amity nodded. It was a bit uncomfortable but Lilith kept promising and assuring her that she wasn't judging her. She also made sure to keep baby-talking her to help her stay in her regressed state. 

Once the change was finished, Amity curled up in Liliths arms and snuggled up against her. This was basically her way of saying, “thank you so much for being a good mother-figure and not making me feel bad”

They cuddled on the foam puzzle-piece floor until Amity fell asleep quickly. Lilith carried her to the corner of the room, where there was a bed with bars on its side. It was basically a big crib with a little half tent curtain above the bed. There was a small mobile attached to the tent-like  curtain too. 

Lilith tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Amity’s pacifier was also slowly falling out, so she fixed it before leaving the room, glad that Amity was able to feel safe and relax.

[510amy5]

So this year my bestie @marauderjojo and I have been running a little two person book club. This has been great fun but we decided to take things a little further with the book we are starting today and try to find a quote we enjoy from each chapter to share. Depending on the chapter and how I'm feeling I may share a few quotes and/or some thoughts on the chapter as well.

We will be reading Just Stab Me Now by Jill Bearup. It is a meta fiction romance and is based off the YouTube shorts Fantasy Heroine series.

It follows the author Caroline Lindley's attempt to write an original fantasy romance and her book character Rosamund Hawkhurst who rarely cooperates with the Plot. There will be spoilers here but i will keep them under the cut. I've been excited to read this for awhile so let's dive right in.

Chapter one

but the author’s word was law. At least . . . most of the time.

I feel like that quote sums up the concept for this story beautifully. Sometimes the characters just do unexpected things and that's that.

Chapter one establishes the main characters both in the book world (Rosamund the leading Lady, Robin the Hot Childhood Best Friend, the mysterious and only partially named Captain Collins the Hot Enemy and a few political leaders) and the real world (Caroline the author and Henry the editor). We learn about the tense political situation in the book and Rosamund's mission to help bring about peace talks. In the real world we learn that Caroline is a writer known for turning her fanfictions into publishable coffee shop romances but is now determined to write something original.

I love how even from the start this book is funny. Already Rosamund is getting ideas that Caroline finds difficult to manage and the dynamic between the two has a combo long suffering and indulgent vibe. I like how their interactions are portrayed with the book world freezing, Caroline appearing and then afterwards Rosamund seeming to only remember the result rather than the interaction itself. I can't wait to keep reading.

Bonus two quotes that show the dynamic between author and character nicely:

She and Rosamund were otherwise almost identical. And as the second woman appeared, the truth of the matter dropped into Rosamund's brain like a stone into a pond: I am the main character in this woman's story. And her author looked peeved.

‘Yes, it’ll be lovely to see Cat again,’ said Rosamund, ignoring the “Your Majesty” part, ‘but the queen has decided to send me to Abrenia with a Declaration of Truce and one guard. Not even an attendant! Is she trying to enrage King Roland by putting me in mortal peril? Is Eudosia running mad? Is this a trap? Does she secretly hate me?’ (...) ‘Of course not!’ Caroline plopped down next to Rosamund on the bed. ‘But you have to understand, I — she — couldn’t send you with a maidservant and an entire contingent of guards; that’s not how the trope works at all!’ She slanted a sly smile at her heroine. ‘This is an enemies-to-lovers story! You and your Hot Enemy have to be alone together, in close quarters, dependent on each other, building trust and covertly eyeing each other and trading heated barbs and . . .’ She flapped her hands, causing several stray scraps of paper to fall out of the notebook. ‘It’s just how these things work!’

Caroline either didn’t notice the threat or ignored it, instead scribbling something on another page of her book. Indeed, Rosamund’s author seemed to have a talent for ignoring things that didn’t fit in with her bizarre and often clichéd plans. Take this “Hot Enemy” business, for example: Caroline seemed to be under the impression that the fantasy story she had placed Rosamund in was some kind of . . . romance.

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- n/a

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Series Masterlist

Hongjoong POV

Opening her apartment door, she steps in and turns the light on, with me following

I can't believe I'm actually here

I can't believe she's actually mine

My girlfriend

Holy shit

"So uh, this is basically it", she says gesturing to her studio apartment

There's a small couch and coffee table, both facing a flat screen tv, her bed in the corner of the room, a small kitchen

"No bathroom?", I joke

"Haha, it's back there", she says pointing to a door at the back of the apartment

"It's nice. I like it", I say, looking around at all the things she has on display

I catch sight of a big bookshelf by her bed

I love reading

I can't wait to look at her books

"You don't have to lie, I know it's small"

My hand goes in to hers as I say, "I'm not lying jagi. I do like it a lot. I promise"

"Thanks", she says, smiling softly, "So uh you can sit wherever. There's not many places. Just my couch or bed"

"Where ever you want jagi"

She shrugs then plops down on her bed

Ok then

I swallow, forcing myself to not be nervous as I sit next to her

"So....", she says

"You want to know about me", I finish

"Well yeah. I never thought vampires were real. But you're real. It's kinda hard to wrap my head around"

"Yeah. It's a long story with some parts not very uh...good"

I look down, wondering how I'm going to explain about Kye-geum

Her hand touched my cheek softly, lifting my face

"Baby, please remember that whatever you say will not make me run from you. I love you", she tells me, "Please don't lie ok?"

"I won't jagi. I'll never lie to you, I swear", I promise

She nods, "So how old are you?"

"25", I ask

"Ok how long have you been 25?"

"A long time", I answer

"Numbers Joongie"

"Two thousand sixty five years"

"So you're two thousand sixty five years old?"

I nod

"Hold shit! You're an old man!"

I laugh, "Yeah"

"A very hot old man"

"Thanks", I answer, feeling a little shy

"So are you like the vampires from the movies and tv shows?"

I snort, "No"

"Continue", she says, looking interested

"I'm an old world vampire"

"Old world?"

I nod, "Old world vampires are different from new world vampires. First off old world vampires are ancient and come from Europe and Asia. New world vampires are a species of vampires from the Americas and were created in the 1500s. New world vampires are like evil monsters because they lose their souls, making them morally exempt. They like to kill when they feed. Their whole faces change when they have their "vampire face" on. The sun affects them, they're easier to kill. Wooden stakes, holy water and crosses work on them. And they turn to dust when killed"

"And that stuff doesn't do anything to you?"

I shake my head

"Ok let's go one by one", she says

"Sure jagi"

"The sun?"

"Does nothing. I can walk in the sun no problem"

"Huh. Immortality?"

"Yup"

"Crosses and holy water?"

"Does nothing. But belladonna and nightshade act like holy water does for the new world vampires. It burns us badly, like acid. It can take skin completely off and it takes awhile to heal from it"

"Jesus, have you-"

I nod, "I've been around for a long time jagi and yeah I've had that stuff thrown at me. It hurts and is mostly used to incapacitate old world vampires so they can be killed. We're a lot harder to kill"

"So, you're durable?"

"Very. Instant healing. Heightened senses. Super strength, super speed, agility. The older the vampire the stronger they are"

She eyes my arms asking, "You're old Joongie. That means you're one of the strongest vampires?"

I nod, "Yeah"

"I knew you were strong", she says, "When I touched your arms, your chest, I knew you were strong"

"I am jagi but I would never hurt you"

Her eyes move to mine, "I know Joongie"

She presses her lips to mine in a soft kiss, making me sigh happily

When the kiss ends, she continues the conversation

"Wooden stakes do nothing?"

I shake my head, "No. Silver hurts us. Silver stake to the heart kills us. Beheading kills us. Setting us on fire kills us. And we don't turn to dust. That's an easy clean up. When we're killed our body desiccates. We have to be buried or burned"

"Damn", she says

"Don't worry baby, we're extremely hard to kill. No one has ever come close to killing me"

She nods, "Ok baby because I don't know what I'd do if you died"

I touch her hair softly, looking at her lovingly, "I'm not going to die jagi. Don't worry ok?"

She nods, "Is there anything else I should know about your uh abilities?"

I swallow hard, hoping she doesn't think what I say next I've done to her

"Old world vampires can do mind compulsion"

"Which is?"

"Making humans do whatever we want them to. It's kind of like hypnosis. We can make humans forget things, making them do things we want them to do, sometimes against their will"

She looks at me uncomfortably, "And how do you do that?"

"Our eyes. When we want to compel someone we look in their eyes. I'm told our eyes dilate a lot when we're compelling someone and the people fall under the compulsion that way"

"Oh"

"I've never done that to you jagi. I swear. And I never would"

She smiles, "I know Joongie. Don't worry, I know"

I breathe out in relief

Thank god she knows

"You said something about a soul?"

"Uh yeah, old world vampires keep them. Any old world vampire that's evil is because they were evil people or they turned off their humanity. Most of us are the same as we were before we were turned. For new world vampires, the vampiric demon takes over and it's not the same person. It has the memories of the person, it looks like the person but it's not truly them. And since the demon takes over they're mostly evil and violent."

"Oh god. Those things are out there?"

"Yeah baby but mostly in the Americas. Most vampires here are old world"

She nods then looks at me, "When you say turn of your humanity.."

"It's basically like turning off your feelings. It allows an old world vampire to...be evil. To have no conscience so killing isn't a problem. Most of the time it can happen when the vampire turning their humanity off has great loss and wants to escape that feeling. It's almost impossible to get a vampire who turned their humanity to turn it back on"

"Why?"

"Because you have to get them to care about something to turn it back on and when it's off they don't care about anything"

"Have you-"

"No I haven't. Even when there was loss in my life I never even considered it. I didn't want to be a monster"

"You can never be a monster Joongie. Never", she says softly, holding my hand

I'm so glad she doesn't think I'm a monster

Most people's would think that just because I'm a vampire

"There's one more thing you should know about old world vampires"

"Tell me"

"Some become rippers. The bloodlust is too much and out of control for them. They're called ripper's because when they feed they tear the human apart. It's not their fault unless they're actively not trying to control their blood lust. If they embrace it. I'm not a ripper, I've never been one. Seonghwa has though"

"Hwa? He seems so chill"

"Yeah he was when we was first turned. He massacred villages and cities for the first three hundered years of his life"

Her eyes are wide, her mouth dropped, "What made him stop?"

"He met me. I helped him. I showed him how to feed without killing. And any time he slipped up, I helped him. He's been good for a few hundred years. And S/w/n is there to help him now"

She nods, "Ah ok. And S/w/n is a vampire too?"

"Yeah. She's actually one of the strongest vampires out there"

"She's that old?"

I shake my head, "She's around five hundred years or so but she was a vampire slayer before she was turned and when she was turned, her vampire strength added to her slayer strength"

"Uh ok. What's a vampire slayer?"

I spend a few minutes explaining what a slayer is, what they do, their abilities and Seonghwa's and S/w/n history

"Holy crap that's an amazing love story", she says when I finish

"Yeah. He's lucky she didn't kill him on sight"

"Really lucky", she agrees, "So how about the other guys?"

"Well Wooyoung is a vampire but W/w/n is still a human."

"Ahh so I'm not the only human"

"No jagi you're not", I answer, then continue, "Jongho's wife is actually the first vampire ever created so she's the oldest and the only one to rival S/w/n in strength"

"The first? Oh wow"

I nod, "Yeah. San's wife is a vampire and she was a doppelganger"

I take a minute to explain to her what a doppleganger is

"Yeosang's wife is a werewolf vampire hybrid, Mingi's is a vampire. Yunho's isn't a vampire. She's a powerful witch who was his guard in his time. Her life force is connected to his so she lives as long as he does"

"Damn Joongie. Did you guys meet before ATEEZ?"

I nod, explaining how we all met and giving her cliff notes of everyone's history and their ages

"Jesus Christ, you all have so much history together. It's kinda cool how you all met them decided to become a kpop group"

"Yeah well we all liked singing, dancing, rapping once that became popular. We had so many other careers throughout the centuries but nothing like kpop. We hid before but not anymore"

"Well you guys are amazing"

"Thanks jagi"

She nods and silence falls between us

"Uh Joongie, how....", she trails off

"How did I become a vampire?", I ask

I know that she's curious

I told her about the other guys but not me

I know my history is the one she cares about the most

"Uh yeah"

I don't want to spend the whole night talking about me though

"I can tell you but I also want to know about you"

I don't know much about her life, just that she lives in this apartment alone and she has no family here

"Me? My life isn't as exciting as yours. It's boring"

I shake my head, "Not to me jagi. I love you and I want to know everything about you"

Her face turns a cute shade of red

I kiss her cheek, laughing, "So cute"

She turns even more red, "Fine. But after you tell me about you"

"Deal"

"Just one thing before you tell me"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really dead?"

"Yeah jagi. Vampires are dead. I have no heart beat. I don't need to breathe. My skin is cold. I don't eat food. I can but it does nothing for me. I eat just for the taste of the food"

"You drink blood?"

I nod

"How?"

"Blood bags. We get them from the hospitals and blood banks. And if none are available from humans. But I compel them not to feel pain and I only take what I need. I don't kill people when I feed. I never have"

"But you killed people before?"

I nod, "I have"

She doesn't say anything to that, just asking me another question, "But you do breathe", she says, "You said you don't but I've heard you sigh, I've seen your chest move"

"It's my body's involuntarily response. It's always breathed so I've let it keep working that way, but I don't need to. I also do it to blend in with people. It'd be weird if I was standing next to a human and they noticed I'm not breathing"

"Huh. I didn't think about that. You're right"

I nod

We need to blend in especially since we're idols and ATINY pay attention to everything

We don't need any rumors or anything

"So tell me about you Joongie. How did you become a vampire?"

"Well I was born in 32 b.c....."

[quahogchowda-blog]

This was an experiment... "I didn't measure a single thing..." sourdough bread... 🤣 Even though I can't attach all of the images from the 4 days I wanted to save these posts from Facebook... because it was definitely a learning experience... And was very popular with my readers. Everyone seemed to enjoy it allot.

DAY 1...

So today when I got home from work... I realized I better feed my starters because it's been awhile and one of them had a really thick layer of hooch on top... After feeding the two of them (The only reason I have these two +1 more is because they're actually two different kinds)... Anyway... I had so much extra... but have ABSOLUTELY noooooo desire to actually bake anything with it today... Too tired from work... and I didn't want to throw it away... So what I did was... Literally started another experiment that I can bake in a couple days... I'm calling it my "I didn't measure a single thing loaf" 🤣🤣🤣 I didn't measure the starter... I didn't measure the water... and I have no clue how much flour I added I just kept adding flour till I thought it was good... I'll add a little more water and some salt in about an hour... But then throw it in the fridge... There's an enormous amount of starter in here so we shall see... Maybe it'll create a monster. And I'm quite certain this is the ONLY group I can post this in without getting completely razzed. I'll check back in a couple days with the results. 😛

DAY 1... Post 2...

Okay.... since I'm one of the most impatient persons in the world I know that I would be going crazy waiting for results... And since I wasn't quite ready for bed yet... I decided to do my stretch and folds tonight... which actually it turns out needed to be coil folds due to the hydration level. This has got to be the most hydrated dough I've ever made... But as you all know... we're never going to know exactly what the hydration level is... 😜😝🤪 I'm posting these current results... I'm actually quite pleased so far.... But now it's waaaay past my bedtime at 6:30 p.m. 🤣 So the rest is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping it can go about 2 days before I have to cook it. Because I know I'm going to be just as tired tomorrow when I get home from work. But we shall see how it looks tomorrow. #IDidntMeasureAnythingLoaf

Day 2...

UPDATE on the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf dough... 🤣 Day 2... The plan is to leave it in the fridge until tomorrow when I get home from work at about 3 P.M. Then I'm going to take it out... let it warm up a little bit... form it and put it in the banneton... Leave overnight on the table to rise and then bake it first thing Friday morning. I think it's looking pretty good though... 😍 It definitely did a little something something in the fridge overnight and all day. 😊👍

DAY 3.... Post 1...

UPDATE... Day 3... On the "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... 😂 Getting closer to "D" day... I'm not quite sure I'm going to be able to wait till the morning to bake it though. I hope so cuz I really don't want to stay up late or get up in the middle of the night. Not feeling the greatest today... But I don't think it's gonna make it much longer without running out of steam...

So today... When I got home from work I took it out of the refrigerator where it's been since day one... Left it on the counter for an hour and a half and I could already see... even though it was so cold from being in the fridge... it was rising some more... Gently plopped it out on the counter... sprinkled a tiny bit of flour just to make it easier to form... I'm not one of those bakers who likes to manhandle my dough so I try not to push too much of the gasses out... GENTLY formed it up... I folded two sides... One at a time to the middle... Well a little more than the middle... Then I folded the other two sides to the middle... And twisted it around a little bit to get the tension going. Talk about bubbles... there was a lot of fat bubbles poking out the sides... 😍 Maybe too many bubbles... Not sure... I popped them... 🤣🤪🤣Maybe in this case I should have been a little more aggressive with the forming... But I really didn't want to change anything more that I normally do except for the I didn't measure anything part. Now it's just waiting in the cool dark oven... out of the way... to rise enough to be baked... I was hoping to wait till the morning but I really don't want to put it back in the refrigerator.

I can honestly say this is been pretty kool so far. 😊🧊🥶❄️😃

DAY 3... Post 2...

It's finally baked...

Woohoo... UPDATE... 🍿🍿🍿 On the "I didn't measure a single thing loaf..." Lucky day for y'all waiting in the wings... Bread is finished baking... 😍 I definitely could not have waited till the morning... It would have most definitely been over proofed...

Almost final reveal... 😍 I'm going to have to call this a success though. Even though we won't see crumb shots till tomorrow... That will be the FINAL FINAL look at the actual success... This loaf was baked starting in a COLD cast iron Dutch Oven with the lid on... starting with a COLD oven and a temperature set at 455° for the first 55 minutes... Then I take the lid off and bake for another 10 minutes still at 455°. Final temperature of the bread 208.6°...

What do you all think of that???

I'm actually really very excited that this came out soooo well.

Once I plopped it into the Dutch oven and scored the top I started having doubts because it looked like the top was sinking in a little bit in spots and it was possibly overproofed... But looking at this now... even if the texture inside isn't all 100% sourdough perfection perfect with numerous holes and all that... I don't care. 🤣 Because it looks and smells amazing.

I would say this is absolute 100% proof that making sourdough bread... Does not at all have to be so scientific and exact... One should not stress out... One should have fun and break as many rules as possible... I do. 🤣🤣🤣

Day 4... FINAL CRUMB shots...

Crumb shot... "I didn't measure a single thing" loaf... I didn't measure the starter, I didn't measure the flour, I didn't measure the water, and I didn't even really measure the amount of salt I guesstimated by pouring it in my hand... And I literally fed the starter immediately before making the dough... That was after 2 weeks in the fridge without feeding... I let the loaf sit out overnight before cutting... I'm not 100% positive... but pretty sure this is the best crumb I've achieved so far... In all my years of making sourdough. I'm definitely quite pleased with this experiment and how it came out... Thank you all for the support it was fun. 😊😍👍

Also again...

Here's the links to the original few posts for those that want the whole story... 😍👍

Day 1 Post 1... https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644412197756594/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 1 Post 2... https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644463387751475/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 2...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/644966004367880/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... Post 1...

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645507320980415/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 3... post 2...

https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645569687640845/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Day 4... Crumb shots here... 😍 https://m.facebook.com/groups/sourdoughrebelbaking/permalink/645819577615856/?mibextid=Nif5oz

NOTE: The first image is after 3.5 hours final rise after shaping... Sitting on the countertop... The second and third images is after the first 55 minutes of baking with the lid on... The remaining pictures are after it was completely finished baking...

Note for Tumblr... The images in this post are not exactly as they were in the Facebook posts... Since I'm only able to put 10 images here.

[limbo-limbo-limbo]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬  .  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　    ˚

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐗 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

. 　 　  ⁺        ⁺ "𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."

(Dedicated to @mysticalfairytales​) You left and never wanted to look back. Now you had to come back and soon emotions resurface and awaken.

“I can’t go back there Destiny, I did everything I can to not go back there and the first thing the FBI wants to do is station me there.” You plopped down onto your couch, stressed out while talking to your friend. She was the only person’s company you really enjoyed while you worked in your specific department. You had held each other up through all the crazy shit and would continue to do so.

“Now listen I would be happy to take Hawaii off your hands, that place is a vacation for people like us. But you need to go back out there, cause from the way you sound, you have unfinished business there.” You grew tense after her comment, she wasn’t wrong. You left and never looked back. Seeing the man you cared about in love with your friend was something you couldn’t stomach to see anymore and you got out as soon as you could and couldn’t go back. It wasn’t a memory you wanted to replay.

“I-I just don’t want to complicate things while I'm out there. There’s a lot of history out there and I just wanna keep it in the past, by not ever stepping foot in Hawaii.” As Destiny tried to convince you to enjoy your time out there. You tried to think of some positives, but your mind always flashed his face, his smile, his laugh. He was an addiction and you could never have it. You weren’t Catherine. 

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You never should have come back. You thought. You knew he and Catherine were here because of the information you looked up about who was on the task force. Luck always seemed to put them into the same place and you far away from them until now. Taking tiny steps getting close to the building, you tried to put on a brave face.

“●Y/N●, Hi! I’m Officer Kalakaua. I'm really excited to show you the team.” 

"Hey, I'm very excited too. It's been awhile since I've been here." 

"You've been here before?"

“I mean I used to live here in Hawaii like a very long time ago.” she could see from your body language you wanted to leave it at that. So she didn't press for more information besides asking if you had any family members who lived there. 

"So do you know Steve and Catherine? They lived here their whole lives. Maybe you ran into them? " You tensed, you were doing a good job of not hearing their names. 

“I knew them when we were teens and after that I left. I didn’t wanna be here in Hawaii anymore.” Your eyes glossed a bit, holding back your emotions, you really didn’t want to be crying in the middle of the facility. She continued showing you around introducing you to everyone involved. You could tell you would really like it there. 

"Now we just have four people left, I don't think Catherine is in today, and will probably be back in a couple days." 

"Kono where are th-." He looked good. Not that he didn't always make you weak at the knees with his face, it was just that he looked different, maybe it was the aura that he now carried with himself, or his eyes that looked at if he had stories to tell, yet never will.

“Um, who is this?” You could feel your face twist into a look of disbelief, he didn’t remember you. You knew he couldn’t possibly remember you, but your heart hoped he at least gave you a thought just like you did.

“●Y/N●, I’m here because of the intel that the FBI  heard and wanted me to check it out.” 

“●Y/N●…is that really you? Omg god you’re gorgeous, not that you weren’t when we were kids. Wow! You look different.” He stared as if you were some kind of angel, all these years and you still had that glow about you. He thought. He would never admit, but before Catherine and their complicated relationship. He had eyes for you, he just didn’t think he was good enough. 

“G-Good to see you too Steve, um…I’ll see you later.” Walking past Steve, heading in whatever direction the exit was, you had to get out of there. 

“What did I say wrong?” 

“You were being weird, that simple.”

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You began trying your hardest to ignore him. After that awkward moment between you two. The thought of talking to him again was completely out of the 

Or so you thought, it seemed as though he was purposefully making it so you would see him. Casually seeing each other in the hall, gently brushing against you. The popping up to your office, which you made sure not to be in. The rapid jumping into conversation you’ll have with Danny and Chin Ho. It was getting exhausting trying to be a good asset to the force when he was somewhere trying his hardest to talk to you. Today was different. He had enough.

“You really didn’t have to make me anything to eat Chin, skipping a couple of meals is not the end of the world.” You beckon a smile at Chin as he hands you 4 containers of prepped meals. He saw countless times where you would skip lunch to stay behind and he was beginning to get worried. He would never admit it but he was starting to develop a crush on you. Turning around you tried putting the containers on your desk that was drowned in vanilla folders and paperwork.

“This is no problem honestly, since you’re so busy to let me take you out, I thought I could at least cook you something.” Catching his stare, you didn’t realize how close he was to you. You won’t deny that these past weeks you were heavily flirting with Chin Ho. He was really shy unlike Danny, who made it very obvious that he thought you were cute. Chin was different, he made the days better for you and it was hard for you not to instantly like him. 

“Well I’m free for a dat-” 

“●Y/N●!... Oh am I interrupting something?” Steve walked into your office, your mouth quickly wanted to shout yes! He was interrupting, but something in you held your tongue. Looking between the two men, the tension between them was very evident. 

“You’re fine Steve, what’s up I’m kinda busy.” Before he spoke, his eyes traveled to Chin Ho, wanting to not discuss whatever he wanted to say to you in front of him. Getting the hint Chin beckoned you goodbye before wishing you a good day.

“Chin is a good dude.” 

“Don’t act like you care about Chin right now, what do you want Steve. You've been bothering me all these weeks.” 

“Bothering you? I can’t even get a few moments alone with you before you’re running out the room. You’re the one ignoring me.” He was right, but you weren’t going to admit it. 

“And now you have my attention, so what’s up?” 

"Let me take you out to dinner sometime." 

"Excuse me?" 

"What? Can't I want to see you more than just passing in the hall?" He kept his eyes on you, never letting you look away as he stepped closer to you, wanting to just feel your touch. So close yet you were so far away. He thought.

"Isn't seeing me through the halls enough?" 

"Never enough, what got you so scared of me? You know I want your attention, and I see what you're doing with Chin Ho." 

"Chin is a nice guy…" 

"He's a good guy, but he's not what you want ●Y/N●."

“And how do you know what I want, we’re not little kids anymore. We’ve grown up, everything about us has changed for the better. My dreams I had as a little girl aren’t the same dreams that I want now.” He only nodded as he let your words sink in, you were right. You two weren’t the same kids. You both matured, but with every adult there was a piece of their childhood they never let go. 

“You’re right. Look at me…tell me right now you don’t miss me and the friendship we had together.” He finally had you where he always wanted you. Under him looking at me. Not glancing and quickly looking away, but really looking at him. Admiring him the way he did anytime he got to look at you from far away.

“I miss everything about you, I loved you Steve. You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you, but I wasn’t Catherine. You only saw her and me as the friend that would tag along with you two. So excuse me if I don’t want to go through that all over again with you.” 

Slipping past him, you had to find somewhere to breathe, the tears were coming and tightening your chest and throat wanting to explode out of you. You left before he could even tell you that him and Catherine were done the minute you left Hawaii. 

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You decided you needed to take leave and put in a week, so you could relax without him coming in and affecting your emotions again. 

He called you everyday during your leave and of course you didn’t pick it up, but you watched it every time wanting to pick it up. Soon he realized that you weren’t going to pick up the phone, so he decided he would just leave you be. You would calm down and let him explain everything if you wanted to. He thought. You knew you never wanted to see him, but Catherine was your friend at a point of time. Your pain was never directed at her; it was him for not seeing you. You heard from Chin that she still lived in Hawaii and something in you just compelled you to call her number and talk. Talk about? You had no idea, but you just wanted to speak to her.

And here you were sitting across from her. She looked pretty, but she was always pretty to you. When you were girls, you kept comparing yourself to her but not anymore. 

“I’m really happy you called me. I know when you left we really didn’t keep in touch and I thought about you so much.”

“Yeah I was just in a place where I just wanted to leave Hawaii where it was, including the people I cared about that were still here.” 

“I get it, your energy was different and I felt it, but never talked to you about it. I had a feeling it was about me.” 

“No! My problem was never about you, I-” 

“But it involved me didn’t it?” Closing your mouth, you couldn’t lie to her about that.

“What happened, you were my best friend and you shut me and Steve out and then you were gone?” 

“You want the truth?” 

“Yes I’m a big girl, the past is the past I just wanna know.” 

“I just couldn’t be around you and Steve because I loved him, I liked him before you two ever became a thing, so when one day he approached us and chose you. Who was I to say anything? He wanted you and I would never let a guy break up our friendship at that time. And then he started hanging out with us all the time and I kept seeing how a good soul he had…then one day I couldn’t take being around him so I thought the only solution was to leave completely.” 

“Couple months after you left…I broke up with him. The relationship had run its course and we are just friends now. I’m sorry that you couldn’t tell me anything.” 

“It’s really fine Cathy, like we were just kids figuring out crushes and shit. But you and Steve aren’t together at all?” 

“Nope and will never be anything other than friends. He gets on my fucking nerves but in a good way. Don’t tell him I said that.” You two smiled, because if it was one thing he knew how to do was to get on someone's nerves with love though.

“But please though, ●Y/N● don’t ever let anything stop you from what you want, you were never selfish as a kid, you gave and gave and gave and you have a right to do something you want.” 

“Thanks Cathy.” 

Returning to your home, you sat down. Thinking about your conversation with Cathy. You felt satisfied from talking with her and catching up with her. You have a right to do something you want. She said. 

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“Steve hi.”

“God I wanted to blow your phone up so bad, but knew I probably shouldn't. Listen, I really can’t stop thinking about you ever since you came back. I missed you and I understand if you wanna-”

“Steve, please slow down. I would be happy to go out with you if you’re still up for that.”

“Is it a date?” 

“Let’s call it two people reconnecting.” 

[mageofseven]

I've been reading your stuff lately and I love them.

May I request like the bros' reaction when their kid told MC that they hate her and when the bro asked why they hate her the kid be like she gonna leave them too when they grow up... since mc is a human and stuff.. :/

Okay, I think you're talking about death here? If not, sorry, but if so, this is so sad 😣 It makes sense though. Once they learn about death, they might not fully understand it. That combined with hearing that human life spans are so short, maybe the kids would be afraid that it means their mommy is going to willingly leave them some day?

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Lucifer:

Immediately angry with his daughter.

Grabs Ksenia by the arm and makes her face him.

"Tell your mother you are sorry."

"B-But she's going to leave me..."

Loosens his grip on her arm, frowning.

Realizes that the girl is just scared of losing her mother.

In all honesty...he is too.

"That doesn't mean you can say such things..." He says more gently. "Now please tell her that you are sorry."

He struggles with the same fear, but buries it deep within himself so he can enjoy the present with his Love and their daughter. Really hopes his daughter can do the same.

Mammon:

"Woah, woah, woah! Where the hell did that come from??"

"I hate her! She's gonna leave me!" Little Cassia starts bawling her eyes out.

Oh shit...

"Okay, none of that, none of that!" The second brother got down on his knees and pulled his daughter in close. "Your mama ain't going anywhere soon, ya hear? She's stayin' right with us, ya got it?"

"Y-You promise?"

"Ya bet. Think I'd lie to you?" He asked, feeling a bit guilty.

I mean yeah, his daughter is actually right...someday MC will be gone and that's that. Still, this girl is way too young to think about that.

Leviathan:

"Y-You can't say that!"

This man has no clue how to handle this--like at all.

Luckily, MC does.

The woman leans down and hugs her crying son close.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't leave me, Mommy."

"Shh." MC cajoled. "It's okay. Mommy's gonna be here for a long time and no matter what, you're always gonna have Daddy, okay."

That jolted Levi from his freezed panic. He fell down to his knees and joined the hug, arms wrapped around both MC and Kai.

"Yeah. I'm always gonna be here, okay?"

God, thinking about a future where his Henry is not here...the demon doesn't even want to. He doesn't wanna face it. But some day he's gonna have to and he can't just shut himself away in his room when that day comes because Kai is gonna need him.

But will he be strong enough to be there for his son when that day comes?

Satan:

Steps in between MC and Amelie as the girl screams. She may be a child, but she still has the strength of a demon and Satan didn't want his Kitten to get hurt from their daughter's tantrum.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" The small child screamed, jumped, and cried. Each jumped cracked the floorboards under her feet more.

Puts in a lot of effort to remain calm. Matching anger with more anger solves nothing and the Avatar of Wrath recognized this.

"Amelie, that is enough." Satan said sternly, not yelling, but also making sure his daughter could hear him above her own sobs.

The little girl collapsed onto the ground and started kicking her hands and feet against the floor, breaking off bits of wood.

"I--don't--wan--na--lose-Mama!" Amelie screamed and cried with each heavy breath.

"S-Satan..." MC started tearing up at their daughter's words.

Satan took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It'll be fine." He told her before letting go and leaning down to pick up Amelie.

The child kicked and cried till her father brought her in for hug and then she simply clung to him.

"Shh. Amelie, it's alright." The demon said softly. "Mama's right here with us. She's not leaving anytime soon."

"You promise?"

"I promise." MC chimed in, wrapping her arms around her daughter and kissing her head over and over.

MC's mortality...that's something her boyfriend wishes to fix. He's not quite sure how, but surely it's possible; Solomon proves just as much. Regardless of whether it is or isn't though, the demon did not want his daughter to fear that day or to give it any thought at all. This truth is something he wishes for only himself to bear, not Amelie or MC.

Asmodeus:

"Oh LiLi!" Azzy lightly scolded before pulling his son into his lap. "Don't say such mean things to Mommy."

"I-I'm sorry..." Liam burying his face in his dad's shirt and sniffled.

"Now what's wrong, baby? Talk to us." MC cajoled as she stroked her son's hair.

"I don't want you to die someday, Mommy..."

His parents' eyes widen.

"LiLi...that's not anything you need to worry about, sweetie." Asmo kissed his head.

"But isn't Mommy gonna leave someday?"

"Not for a very long time, baby," MC rubbed his back. "And I promise I'll be here with you always till that day."

Oh devil. Now Asmo is gonna be worrying about her eventual death for awhile. Later, his Dolly will have to switch to comforting him, but for now, they both need to focus on their son.

Beelzebub:

"Arsi..." The younger sister hugged her twin's arm.

Their parents just stared in shock at first. Why would Arsenia say she hates MC?

Beel frowned.

"Arsi, what's wrong?"

The girls both started crying and their parents immediately scooped them up, Arsi in Beel's arms and Anais in MC's. The two gently rocked their girls as they cried.

"Okay, what's going on girls?" The woman kissed her youngest's forehead.

Anais simply hid her face in the crook of her mama's neck

The demon pulled his oldest back a little to look her the eyes.

"Arsi, Baby Bean. Talk to Papa here."

The girl sniffled.

"We...we heard you and Mama talking about her dying some day."

"We don't want you to leave, Mama." Anais tighten her hug.

The couple fell silent. The two indeed talked about that earlier. They were talking about how happy and complete life felt...but then MC's mind wandered too far into the future and she voiced how worried she was about him and the girls when she dies. Though they don't know for sure, they've been told that their girls' lifespan will be closer to that of a full demon's, meaning that...MC's involvement in their lives will be such a small bit of time in comparison.

It was a heavy topic, one that they needed to discuss, but not one for their daughters' ears.

"Okay. Listen closely to Mama and Papa, okay, Baby Beans?"

Beel watched as the girls sniffled but nodded.

"We're sorry you heard that. Mama's gonna be here for a long time though, okay?"

"Yeah, Mama's right here." MC agreed, kissing both Anais and Arsenia's heads.

The ending will most definitely be bleak...but the present is a happy one. All of them need to focus on the now and not the far future, especially the girls.

Belphegor:

"Lilith, shut up!" Judas yelled at his sister.

It was too late though. Their mama's heart shattered and their dad was mad.

Belphie strode over to the kids and Judas stood in front of his sister.

"Dad, she didn't mean it--"

The sloth demon snaked his arms around his son and grabbed his daughter, picking her up before tossing her on couch, landing with a gentle bounce. The kids had been thrown on the couch by their dad and Unlce Beel plenty of times during playtime, but this time was different because their dad wasn't playing.

"You don't say stuff like that to your mom." He told his daughter. "Now what's your issue?"

The little girl crossed her arms with a 'hmph'!

Belphie huffed and looked to his son.

"Any clue why she said that?"

"Belphie, it's fine--"

"No, it's not fine, Butthead." He told MC. "They can't growing up thinking they can just talk to you like that."

He looked back to his son.

"Now, why'd she say it?"

The boy looked at his shoes.

"I can't tell you..."

"And why not?"

"'Cause it'll hurt you..."

Lilith's defiant expression fell into a worried pout.

The sloth demon raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me."

MC scooped up her son.

"Belphie, I said it's fine. Enough."

"Mommy, I'm sorry she made you sad." Judas mumbled into her neck.

"It's okay, baby." MC rubbed his back.

Belphie let out a long sigh before feeling his shirt be tugged on.

He looked down and saw Lilith staring up at him with tears in her eyes.

"We heard you tell Mommy that you're scared of the day she dies again...we asked Uncle Mammon what that meant and he said dying is when someone goes away and never comes back."

That dumbass. At least he didn't tell them anything about the first time...

Belphie plopped down on the couch next to his daughter and pulled her close.

"I-I don't want Mommy to go away." The little girl started crying harder. Judas started tearing up too.

Damn, the demon didn't know what to say. This...was a hard subject for him. Luckily, MC spoke up.

"I'm right here." She brought herself and Judas over to the couch and sat down. "I'm here now with you guys. You shouldn't just look forward like that when I'm right here...loving you three. And I'll always love you three."

"MC--"

"The future is a long ways out. Let's just enjoy today." She met her boyfriend's eyes as she said this.

It was obviously that it was just as much of a pep talk for the demon as it was their kids. Honestly, it wasn't really able to wipe away all of his worries but...it served as a wake up call to focus on the twins.

"You heard her." He pulled back and looked to both of his kids. "She's here now and that's what matters."

The sloth demon was pretty distant from his family for the rest of the night, mind stuck in that conversation. If only he could do as MC said and just live in the present. But he can't. He's so stuck in the past that he's honestly scared of the future.

[sweet-cynical-writer]

A/N: “It's been awhile hasn't it?.. I didn't think I was going to come back for a moment there. I've been so damn tired it's taken over the other half of my time when I'm not working. My heart feels like it's constantly ripping apart. Here I thought dying of a heartbreak was bullshit. But no, it's a thing. And it fucking hurts like hell.”

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1k.

WARNINGS: self harm, blood, mild cursing, violent behavior, mental health disorder implied, depression triggers, suicide triggers, sensitive content

Briefing: Love is more than the typical hugs and kisses. It's also full of anguish and pain if you don't communicate or nourish the relationship properly.

He knew from the start he wouldn't be able to keep you forever. But he did not expect it to hurt this much. Is it even possible for him to be feeling this way? This little game of cat and mouse wasn't supposed to become anything more than a flirty, playful game of who can make the other cave first. So how did both of you cave at the same time? And why did he let it go on for so long? These questions kept burning inside his head, setting his brain ablaze. 

“Liquor. That's right.. I'll numb these foolish thoughts with some booze and everything will go back to normal in the morning.”

It took him hours to muster the motivation to leave his bed. More than he had anticipated because by the time he got to his usual bar, the sun had already set. The sky pitch black without a single star and the moon being absent. 

“The usual, bartender~”

Dazai plopped onto his seat while the barkeep set his glass in front of him. He took the glass in his hand but hesitated the moment the rim of the glass met his lips. 

‘You're going to kill your liver like that if you keep drinking like that all the time. I guess I shouldn't be talking considering I do the same, hm~?’

He bit his lip recalling the teasing tone in your voice. Such a hypocrite. But you were well aware of it and never tried to hide that part of you, and that's what made you interesting to Dazai. Humans tend to hold this thought of absolute that they are perfect in some way or another if not completely. But something about the way you owned up to your flaws and wore them like they were your perfections was beautiful to him. 

His gaze dropped to his bandaged wrists and he resumed taking a sip from his glass. A soft exhale left him as he set the glass down. 

“If only I could have taken some of that self-confidence from you. Regardless, I don't think it would help someone like me who's already so far gone.”

It's funny, he thought he would be the one to leave you behind and break your heart. But no, it was quite the opposite. You left for the very reason he figured was his fault. 

‘You can't handle me, Osamu. I'm not asking you to fix me or be my safety pin. I'm warning you that a person like you shouldn't be involved with someone like me. I'm dangerous for myself so much that it affects those around me.’

“You didn't even let me try. How do you know what I can and can't handle? You hardly even got to know me at all.”

Dazai disliked being belittled, especially when others would act like they could read him. But you took it to another level during this little game of chase you did with him. At first it was cute like you were baiting him to come closer as long as he didn't mind getting burned. Until the end when it all came crashing down. No matter how much he drank away the thoughts of you, he couldn't get rid of the image of you. Nor could he ever forget your soft, tender voice.

That night, he suddenly had the urge to spontaneously visit you. He didn't know what would have happened if he didn't show up. But he never regretted it. 

“Keep them coming.”

He said to the bartender as he pushed his empty glass away from him. If he kept drinking himself into a blackout, maybe he won't have to remember it. Don't think. Just drink.

***

The icy winds licked at his soft brown locks, brushing them against his cheeks causing him to blink his eyes open. He found himself sitting on a bench around a vacant park. This wasn't just another park, he thought to himself as he glanced at the rock climbing wall. Remembering how the two of you would meet up both drunk nonetheless, and having the most idiotic conversations that probably didn't make any sense now that he thought back on it. 

Stupid. Bittersweet. Memories. He stood, swaying to either side as he regained somewhat balance to start walking away. His feet dragging along concrete with a dead look across his face. Why of all places did he end up here? 

‘What are you doing here, Dazai? Get the fuck out!’

He winced recalling that night. When he decided to visit you on a whim. Although it was really because he missed you but, he would never admit to that. You were covered in so much blood that night. You pushed him away harder than he could have ever imagined. It shocked him so much, that he barely had time to react to you slamming the door on his face. 

One moment to the other, you suddenly were clinging to him and begging for him to never leave. The tears in your eyes matched the desperate tone in your voice. That mood didn't last as it quickly shifted to boiling anger once more. And again, Dazai was being shoved out of your apartment in a fit of self-destructive rage. He remembered when he finally got you to calm down after letting you ride out your blackout. There wasn't a whiff of liquor on your breath. 

It was a cold night like this one, the only difference being that you were gone now. Left without a trace except the memories that he can't seem to shake off. He flinched and brought his hand to his chest, it felt suddenly difficult to breathe. His heartbeat going at a painfully slow pace. Like he was running low on blood to keep his heart pumping. What a cruel way to die, he chuckled bitterly. 

The feeling eased up and he figured it was just the fact he drank too much while being exposed to the cold air for too long. Yet, when he took shelter back home, that feeling came creeping up on Dazai again. 

It felt like strings attached to his heart were being severed. He didn't understand why that was his conclusion but it hit him hard when he realized it was because of you. Love truly is the most painful thing in life to experience. 

“I wonder.. if you can die from heartbreak.”

Dazai whispered as he closed his eyes and let sleep take him. 

[sxnnimoon]

She

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I’m back!! Sorry i’ve been away for awhile works been kicking my butt. But I hope you guys enjoy this Harry imagine, I based it off of She. Hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think!

Harry x Reader

Summary: You and Harry had been split for awhile but lately you’ve been missing him more than you should be but you both end up at the same event where you discover something that makes you question things. Will this old flame re-light? Or will it stay unlit?

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You remember it like yesterday, the way you both danced together, sharing kisses and enjoying eachothers company like it was just you too. Like no one else was there. It was heaven, you both not giving a damn what anyone thought. But there he was dancing with a girl who wasn’t you. Had his arms wrapped around someone who wasn’t you. It’d only been a year and a half but you missed him dearly. Why did things have to be so complicated? You’d both got what you wanted. The fame, the career, the fans, people noticing your talent. But the one thing that didn’t go well was the way conflict in each of your schedules, the constant no shows, or how you’d barely see each other. You’d honestly had hope when you found out he would be at the same event as you. But you didn’t expect it to be with some other woman. Your confidence dropped and as you began to walk away, you heard your name from a voice you’d missed so much.

“Y/n!” he called. 

Great, you thought. You were ready to talk to him before but now? Oh no you were far from it. You’re body on the other hand, had plans of their own and you found yourself not being able to move. You finally turned around, boy was he still gorgeous as ever. 

“Harry.” that's all you could say. Hell you didn’t know what to say. “Uhh, how have you been?”

“Not too bad, just finalizing everything for my new album but that's pretty much it. What about you? Anything new lately?” he asked. 

“Same old, same old. Writing, producing, writing.” you couldn’t help but avoid his eyes.

“I saw you ya know, staring as I danced. We’re not together if that’s what you're wondering.” he said making you look at him.

“Well you could have fooled me.” you chuckled. “You both were very couplely. Anyone would think that.” 

“Yes, but if you would look closely as to who it was you would see that it was Gemma, which that’s just wrong on so many levels my love.” he retorted. 

You were shocked to say the least, you were blinded with jealousy and sadness to even realize that it was Gem. You felt a little better though as he is still single.

“Sorry.” you apologized. 

“No harm done.” he smiled.

“Y/n!!” Gemma, screamed running toward you. “Oh have i missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Gem,.” you smiled at her. She was like a sister you never had but it hurt too much after the break up that you grew distant.

“Harry darling, go get us some drinks will you. We’ve got some catching up to do.” she gave you a look. Harry walked over to the bar ordering yours and Gems drinks, he still knew what you liked. He never stopped loving you. He kept his distance but he was proud of how far she’s gone in her career. He just hopes and wishes you won’t find out that the song he is performing tonight is about her. 

“Here you both go,” he said “well i’ve got to run, time to perform.” he kissed Gemma on the forehead and just like that he was gone.

“What do you mean perform?” you were beyond confused. 

Gem just sipped her drink and turned to where Harry was now on stage.

“Hello everyone!” he exclaimed “ I am Harry if you didn’t know already.” 

Everyone cheered. He smiled.

“Well this song is off my album that i will be releasing very soon,” he winked “but it is a song about a special someone who I haven’t seen in awhile who actually is here tonight so I hope you all enjoy.”  

He began singing, you couldn’t help but shed a tear. You didn’t think you still meant anything to him, but here he is singing a song about you. You both made eye contact, neither one of you looking away. Maybe tonight would be the night you tell him you still love him. You’d been so in thought you hadn’t realized he finished his little set and was coming towards you, you didn’t even notice Gemma had left your side as well. 

“Hey.” Harry said touching your arm lightly.

“Hey.” you said awkwardly. “Amazing song, you sounded beautiful.”

Lord this was awkward.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He gave a shy smile.

You had to make the jump or else you’d regret not doing it.

“Do you..maybe wanna get out of here?” you asked.

“I-I’d love too.” he smiled.

You returned the smile. He followed you back to your place, you were overthinking the whole situation but also felt sane and calm about the whole thing. You hoped he felt the same. 

“This place hasn’t changed one bit,” he said plopping on your couch. “You really haven’t changed a thing.”

“I’m happy with the way my home looks thank you very much.” you sassed sitting on the chair opposite him. 

“Still sassy as ever I see. I love that about you.” he looked down smiling.

You blushed.

“Well I can see you still are the charming flirt you have always been.” you giggled.

He chuckled.

“So what brings me here?” he asked.

“Now why would I need a reason to want company?” you sassed.

“You got a point, but no seriously talk to me what's made you want me here?” he asked seriously.

“You.” you blurted. “You are the reason for you being here.”

“Me? Why me?” he asked.

Here it goes. Am I ready for this? No. but it is what needs to be done.

“IStillLoveYouAndIDontKnowIfYouFeelTheSame.” you rushed out.

He chuckled but stood up.

“Could you repeat that.” he said, inching towards you. “I didn’t quite hear what you said love.”

He was now in front of you, you could smell his cologne. How you missed and loved that smell. 

“I still love you, you jerk,” you chuckled. “I just don’t kno-”

“Shut up.” he said, cutting you off by kissing you. 

You missed his lips, you missed everything. This felt right,

“I feel the same, I've missed you too. I love you.” he said smiling.

“I love you too.” you smiled.

[victoodles]

Not 100% sure if you do requests, but if you do could you do something (platonic or romantic) with Aziraphale where the reader is a demon and works with Crowley and acts all tough but Aziraphale finds out that she secretly LOVES baking? Sorry it's so specific but I've had the idea in my head for awhile but for some reason couldn't write it. I saw your Crowley fic and it was so well-written!

another request coming in hot!!! i have only written for my angel oc but switching it up with a demon gal was so much fun! as always, enjoy 

“Boo!” 

Aziraphale jolts back in his chair with a yelp at the unexpected intrusion, knocking over a stack of books in the process. The discordance is paired with mischievous giggling followed by a heavy sigh, courtesy of Crowley. 

“Told ya it would spook him!” You continue to titter, wrapping your arms around Crowley’s neck as you float behind him. Crowley rolls his eyes from behind his glasses and regards you from over his shoulder.

“Boo? Really? Are you a thousand years old?” You respond to his reprimands with a pout. 

“It was funny!” 

Aziraphale begs to differ as he miracles the mess back into order with a snap of his fingers. “Hello you two,” he says, exasperated already. Crowley acknowledges his friend with a nod and you a salute, now floating leisurely on your back. 

“My dear, you’re corporeal now. You can walk, you have legs.” Aziraphale explains with the same sternness of a chiding mother. 

You purse your lips again. “But that means effort. And this,” you cross your legs and elevate them in the air, “is much more fun.” 

“But if a human were to come in and see-“ Aziraphale begins but you interrupt with your own snap. The locks to his bookshop turn up with a click. 

“There, problem solved.” You say simply, holding your palm out to Crowley for a high-five. He complies. You lower your over-sized sunglasses (you vehemently brag that they’re Gucci), revealing pitch black eyes and shoot Aziraphale a wink. 

Aziraphale pinches the bridge of his nose, saying a silent prayer for his patience. “Right,” he begins before taking a seat again, pulling out a file full of various documents. “Now that the two of you have arrived-“

You eye the papers with contempt. “Wait,” you interject yet again, “are we actually here to do work?” Aziraphale looks at you incredulously. Crowley has opted to stay out of it, pouring himself a glass of red wine before plopping down on the couch. 

“Y-yes of course. Now that Armageddon has been successfully thwarted we must plan for the new future! Managing Adam’s powers, proper schooling for him, and-“ 

“Yeah yeah that all sounds grand. And very boring.” You fake a yawn and motion for Crowley to pass the wine. 

“Boring?!” 

“She’s not wrong,” Crowley adds casually, earning him a shocked gasp from the angel. 

“Crowley!” Aziraphale cannot believe what he is hearing. Crowley shrugs nonchalantly in response and you snicker playfully. 

“Well you two can hash it out, figure out all the details. Azi, just come over later and fill me in.” You say with a dismissive wave.

“But-“

“Toodles!” And with that you vanished, presumably returning to your own abode. Aziraphale is left dumbfounded; Crowley seems unsurprised with how the afternoon is turning out. 

“She is…” Aziraphale begins, nerves frayed.

“Something else? I know, you’ve previously mentioned.” Crowley offers Aziraphale a well needed glass of Cabernet.

~

After hours of much deliberation, meticulously crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s, Aziraphale and Crowley successfully mapped out the next ten years of Adam’s life and then some. While it would’ve gone by quicker if you were a willing participant, it seems you were not fond of working, physical or mental.

Aziraphale runs a hand through his hair (which he heavily considered tearing out due to frustration) and heads for your flat. It’s conveniently in the same complex as Crowley’s; Aziraphale has the route memorized and thoroughly enjoys the walk. 

He takes the time to reflect. The world is safe from needless slaughter - humanity can continue to thrive. And it’s all because of the friendship between demons and an angel. Yet despite all these victories, Aziraphale can’t place why you are being so lackadaisical about...well everything. 

Crowley had said you spent a majority of your time when you were in office at Circle 5 - Sloth. And even when you decided to “grace” Hell with your presence, as you often put it, you would just sunbathe next to the River Styx. In contrast to doing any of your assigned clerical duties, or anything work related at all.

Yet when Armgeddon came knocking on Earth’s door, you were there alongside them to eagerly answer the call. 

Quite strange indeed, Aziraphale muses as he approaches your door. He gives the wood three polite knocks and awaits your response. 

Nothing. 

He tries again, this time with a call of your name. And once again he is met with the same silence. 

“Oh for Heaven’s sake!” Aziraphale’s patience has already waned dangerously thin; he just wants to give you an overview of today’s happenings and get back home. While he typically tries to avoid debauchery of any kind, he is too exhausted to follow his usual principles. 

Aziraphale looks to both ends of the corridor to ensure the coast is clear before miracling your door open. Being frivolous with his powers wasn’t a concern anymore thankfully.

Your door unlatches effortlessly and Aziraphale escorts himself inside. He doesn’t think he’s ever set foot in your flat before - you weren’t prone to company. But just from the entryway he can deduce that this place definitely belongs to you.     

Red velvet drapes cover the windows with ornate patterns stitched in gold along their borders. Your carpets seem to mimic that same style: burgundy rugs covering rich mahogany floors. Adorning the walls are a variety of paintings; Aziraphale might be imagining things but he swears you have the original “Birth of Venus”. He thinks it wise to not ask how you acquired that for your collection. 

Aziraphale might have thought he wandered into a demonic opera house had it not been for the aroma of baked goods wafting in the air. Their sweetness was almost palpable and he wished to seek the origins of these confections. 

The trail led him to your kitchen, constructed entirely of marble and equipped with the finest of appliances. You had your back to him, idly whisking a bowl of batter and humming softly to yourself. 

There was none of your usual rigidness or arsenal of snarky comments being slung every which way. You were relaxed, peacefully baking (a skill Aziraphale admittedly didn’t think you capable of). Aziraphale thought you almost looked…

“Angelic…” 

He hadn’t meant to speak that sentiment aloud and you squeal in surprise. The bowl slips from your grasp, splattering its contents all over your floor; a simple wave of your hand soon rectifies the mess. You spin around, horrified to meet Aziraphale’s giddy smile. He was practically bouncing on his feet at this discovery. You pull your sunglasses back down to cover the shame in your eyes. 

“You never told me you baked!” Aziraphale chirps, clasping his hands together. The red tint that adorns your cheeks is positively adorable; Aziraphale has never seen you so flustered! He didn’t think bashful was listed in your range of emotions to be perfectly honest.   

You pathetically sputter, trying to conjure up some sort of excuse but coming up short. Would he believe you if you said you were attempting to poison the nasty old lady who lived next door? Probably not. 

“Who, me? Bake? Don’t be preposterous, Azi!” The angel just continues to beam at you, much to your chagrin.

“Oh, so who made that stack of crepes then?” He motions to the plate filled with a generous portion of fresh crepes, still steaming. Your flush intensifies. 

“I-I have no idea! How peculiar…”

Aziraphale says your name like the coo of a dove, urging the truth from you. He’ll continue to persist, and you sigh in defeat at the realization that you just don’t have the energy to combat him. You silently reprimand yourself for your incessant laziness. 

“Fine, fine,” you begin with a dismissive wave. Aziraphale’s smile only widens at your admission. “If you must know, I enjoy baking from time to time. It feels nice, the manual labor that is...” You feel painfully sheepish all of a sudden. 

“And...all of these are for you?” It’s an earnest question poised with so much sweetness it hurts your teeth. 

“No,” you mumble. Transparency has never been one of your strong suits but Aziraphale has a talent for changing people. Crowley can personally attest to that. “They’re for you.”

Aziraphale’s eyes widen in shock. “For me?” He parrots and you scoff. How dare he have the audacity to make you admit this not once but twice. 

“Yes you!” You bark. When he flinches you feel a pang where your heart should be and you soften your tone.  Pursing your lips, you cross your arms over your chest like a petulant child. After centuries of exposure to your mannerisms, Aziraphale found himself admitting that they were actually quite sweet. What a shift - from Hellish to cute in the span of a day. 

“I,” you pause, mulling over your words. He awaits them with bated breath. “I felt bad for leaving you and Crow alone. So I...wanted to make it up to you, I guess.” You admit shyly. It wasn’t much, but you figured you could play it off as a gesture of good faith from a local bakery. Wishful thinking in retrospect. 

Aziraphale helps himself to a seat at your kitchen island, littered with bowls of fruit and whipped cream. He’s already gone to work on preparing himself a crepe filled to the brim with all the proper fixings. 

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Aziraphale asks, patting the empty stool next to him. Once again you find heat rushing to your face. How could an angel such as himself be so unconditionally hospitable to a nefarious Hell-inhabitant? And you thought you were the strange one. 

You grumble some nonsense under your breath and comply with his request. Aziraphale is certainly pleased as punch. He continues helping himself to your hard work (it was meant for him after all) and moaning in delight with each bite. Your heart beats wildly against your ribs; you must be dying. 

“These are absolutely scrumptious, my dear.” He says with a sincerity you’re still not used to. It’s hard to reciprocate but you try your best. One step at a time.

“Thanks…” you grouse, but the appreciation is there. Aziraphale hears it - he always will.

[krizaland]

An idea i've had in my head for awhile now, what if when Zim first got to Earth, his s/o was the first one to introduce him to chocolate, if there wasn't anything like it in space?

Ooh! What an interesting idea! I actually headcannon that only the Tallest can have the really yummy snacks (i.e Chocolate, donuts, cake, cookies, name brand snacks, ect.) While everyone else gets stale chips and off brand snacks.

I also headcannon that Earth junk food is actually really good for Zim. Like it’s better for him than actual Irken food.

Ok so this fic takes place before Zim and Reader became a couple So it’s basically Zim finally being able to describe how he feels about reader.

Also this request reminded me of CHOCOLAT by Teddyloid. So I hope you don’t mind me including it.

“Come on! Come on! Where is it?! WHERE?!” Zim whined as he frantically ran around the park.

Ever since GIR had let Zim’s robot bee loose, Zim had been searching every nook and cranny for it.

Zim was on the verge of a breakdown when

“Hey, Zim. Looking for something?”

“LEAVE ME BE- Oh it’s just you” Zim blurted out as he put a hand on his chest.

“Yeah…Are doing ok?”

“Zim is fine! I’m just looking for my robot- I mean perfectly normal toy bee! Now leave me!” Zim stuttered as his PAK sparked a bit.

“Oh, well do you need any help-”

“Nonsense! Zim needs help from no one! Just go on and do your…Y/N things you do here” Zim interjected as he tried to shoo you away.

“Alright suit yourself.” You muttered as you went over to a nearby bench and sat down.

Zim tried to resume his search but kept getting distracted by you. Every so often he would peek over his shoulder and watch you type away at your phone.

Eventually, Zim couldn’t take it anymore! He decided his robot-bee could wait, right now he needed to be with you. Even if it was only for a moment.

He sighed as he plopped down next to you.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” You asked as you put your phone away.

“Eh? Um, Yes! I uh, sure did.” Zim lied as his PAK sparked a bit.

“Okay then, I guess..” You giggled as you pulled out a bar of chocolate from your jacket pocket.

Zim let out a gasp as his eyes widened in shock.

“How did you get that?!”

“Get what?”

“That! How did you get that rare delicacy?! Tell me!” Zim demanded as he gestured to your chocolate bar.

“Oh, you mean my chocolate bar? I just bought it at the chocolate store across the street” You mused nonchalantly.

“EH?! YOU INFILTRATED YOUR PLANET’S CHOCOLATE RESERVES AND SURVIVED?!” Zim yelped as he grabbed the sides of his head.

“Chocolate reserves? What? No! It’s just a store that sells chocolate-”

“FOOL! Chocolate is only reserved for the elite! Now! Tell me! Tell me how you managed to secure such a rare delicacy…” Zim’s voice quivered as he curled his fingers infant of his face.

“What the-? Chocolate is for everybody not just the elite! What kind of place only lets the elite eat chocolate- Oh wait! Sorry! I forgot you’re from another country! Do they really not let people eat chocolate where you’re from?” You asked as you gave Zim a sympathetic look.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Chocolate is one of the rarest snack foods in the galaxy! Only the elite are worthy of such confectionaries!” Zim announced dramatically as he pointed to the sky.

“What? Chocolate isn’t rare at all! I mean ok there are some brands that are a bit fancier than others but almost all chocolate is available for everyone to enjoy. Not just the elite.” You explained as you started to unwrap your chocolate bar.

Zim was about to respond but was distracted by you opening the chocolate bar.

“You’re opening that chocolate in plain sight?! ARE YOU INSANE?! PUT THAT DELICACY AWAY! QUICKLY! BEFORE YOU’RE NOTICED!” Zim screeched as he reached for your chocolate bar.

“Zim! Calm down! Look, I know chocolate is rare where you’re from but things are different here. Nobody’s gonna arrest me eating chocolate.” You explained as you kept the chocolate bar out of Zim’s reach.

“But you could be executed! Or left on planet..SLUDGE!” Zim shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut.

“What? No! Zim nothing bad is gonna happen to me for eating chocolate in public. I’ll prove it, see?”

Zim tried to stop you but it was too late.

You broke off a piece of your chocolate bar and popped it into your mouth.

“See? Nothing happened!” You reassured as you chewed.

Zim blinked in shock for a moment as he looked at somewhat-eaten chocolate bar before looking back at you.

“Mmm! So good! You have to try it!” You insisted as you broke off another piece and handed it to him.

As nervous as he was, Zim had always wanted to know what chocolate tasted like.

He remembered how the Tallest would always brag about how yummy it was and mock everyone else for not having some.

Zim looked around the park for a moment. No one seemed to even notice you munching on your chocolate.

Zim let out a sigh. While he would never admit it, he did trust you. You were always there for him when he needed you and you always protected him from Dib.

Zim figured you wouldn’t try to get him in trouble. Thus, he decided to give into temptation.

Taking a deep breath, Zim cautiously took the piece of chocolate from your hand. He gave it a sniff and let out a few chirps. What a delectable aroma! Most Earth food smelled vile but chocolate smelled amazing!

Without another second of hesitation, Zim popped the piece of chocolate into his mouth.  

What followed was pure bliss.

The sweet flavor of the chocolate gently kissed his tongue, as it melted in his mouth and gently slid down his throat. He didn’t feel nauseous in the slightest! On the contrary! He felt better than ever! His squeedilyspooch felt light as a feather as his PAK sparked a bit.

No wonder chocolate was considered a delicacy! That stuff was incredible!

Zim let out a purr as he let the taste linger in his mouth.

“Good right?”

The sound of your giggly voice woke Zim from his trance.

“Eh?! AH! Yes! Delicious! Delicious! Give me more…” Zim’s voice quivered as he reached for the rest of your chocolate bar.

“What’s the magic word?”

Zim sighed and dragged a hand down his face.

“Please?”

“That’s better” You giggled as you handed him the rest of your chocolate bar.

Zim quickly snatched the bar out of your hands and begun to greedily devour it, letting out a few excited chirps as he did so.

“I can’t believe they wouldn’t let anyone have chocolate where you’re from!” You giggled as you patted Zim’s head.

Zim jumped a bit at the sudden contact but calmed down when he realized it was just you.

“Heh. Sorry for the scare.” You took your hand off of Zim’s head.

Zim stopped eating for a moment and scooted closer.

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again…Please” Zim’s voice was laced with a slight plea.

“Um, sure thing.” You giggled as you begun to gently pet Zim’s head.

And with that, Zim resumed eating, this time he slowed down and took a moment to really savor the chocolate. He let out a purr as he unknowingly leaned on you.

Zim couldn’t believe he was so afraid to try chocolate! He was so worried about getting sick or worse in trouble. However when he finally tasted it, it felt like he had entered a state of pure bliss. The sweet flavor comforted him and made his worries disappear.

He never thought that an Earth food, or heck anything on Earth could possibly make him feel this way. Then in his state of chocolate-induced euphoria, Zim finally realized something.

The way he felt when he tried chocolate was the same way he felt about you.

Zim would never admit it, but he had grown quite fond of you. You were always so kind and patient with him. You respected his boundaries but made him feel so special!  

At first, he was scared he had gotten sick but over time he realized that wasn’t the case. These feelings while strange and scary, felt so sweet and pure.

For the longest time, Zim could never describe these strange feelings he had for you.

Now he could finally find the words.

To spend time with you was like eating a piece of chocolate. Although he would never admit it, Zim wanted to savor these feelings forever.

Zim soon found himself in a chocolate wonderland. As he explored his new surroundings, he came across a large chocolate pond.

SPLISH!

You gracefully emerged from the pond.

Zim blushed as you casually stepped out of the pond and gave him a warm smile.

“I see you before me. You see me before you. Never thought that I’d fall in love with you.” Zim sang as he gazed into your eyes.

“I will take your soul, if you take my heart.” You sang as you gently took his hands in yours.

“Fly away together, far away forever.” You and Zim’s voices melted together as you both sprouted chocolate wings.

“Chocolat Chocolat, you make me feel… Chocolat Chocolat, so sweet and pure…Chocolat Chocolat, I’ll savor this moment forever…” You and Zim flew into the chocolate sky and soared above the heart shaped clouds.

“Chocolat Chocolat, you make me feel… Chocolat Chocolat, so sweet and pure…Chocolat Chocolat, I’ll savor this moment, so take me to heaven or hell I don’t care where…” You and Zim danced atop the heart shaped clouds.

The two of you danced and swayed as you both gently descended to the ground.

Zim toppled over a bit but you quickly caught him. You then gently took his hand and begun to lead him though a chocolate park.

“I go to the park, wait for you to come. I believe in you. Only one is you…You will be my angel. I will be your spirit..” Zim sang as he continued to walk with you.

The Tallest appeared and started pointing and laughing.

“Look at him! He’s holding hands with a human!” Red chortled as he doubled over.

“Yeah! He’s so dumb!” Purple added.

BONK!

BONK!

SPLASH!

You chucked two chocolate balls at both Red and Purple, causing them to fall into another chocolate pond.

“It doesn’t matter what they say to us…”

“Chocolat Chocolat, you make me feel… Chocolat Chocolat, so sweet and pure…Chocolat Chocolat, I’ll savor this moment forever…” Zim gently took your hands and continued to dance with you.

““Chocolat Chocolat, you make me feel… Chocolat Chocolat, so sweet and pure…Chocolat Chocolat, I’ll savor this moment, So take me to heaven or hell I don’t care where…”

Zim begun to whisper a few things in Irken as he swung you around for a moment.

He was just about to pull you into a kiss when

“Zim? Are you ok?”

Zim awoke to find that he had not only finished his chocolate but was snuggling into you!

Zim let out a scream, jumped to his feet and ran all the way back to his base.

“What am I gonna do with him?” You sighed as you shook your head.

[mademoiselless]

F l u x

"Still in love with the idea of loving you, it's a state of flux, and it's not enough."

It was actually your idea though, — the freaking "temporary break-up".

Your mind was a mess and the thought pops out of your mind all of a sudden. Sure you love him, of fucking course you really do, but some things lately were really getting out of hand.

"What do you mean?"

It was the fifth petty argument you two had in a span of a month and it started to get on your nerves. Lately, he's like being out of the loop, his patience short and distant. At some point, you've actually became paranoid and thought of what if he's being like this on purpose because he's falling out of love? What if, God forbid... he's cheating?

"I-I think it's best if we cool down for awhile."

Your words, you wanted to take them back as soon as you spill them. You saw how his face fell, furrowed brows started to part calmly as he sat on the couch, his breathing stills. At that time, he looks like he was contemplating, thinking.

"Okay."

Okay? Was that it? Were you that easy for him?

His face blank and emotionless as he stoods up, sighing and gathered his backpack on the floor. Hearing the front door shut, you fell on your knees and sobbed quietly.

The first couple of weeks without him was okay. No calls, no text. You got yourself busy for college and finally have some "me time" but at the end of each day, your mind couldn't help but to still wander about him. How was he? Is he doing well? Was he skipping dinner again?

At the college, every once in a while you'd passed by him at the hall and tried so hard not to steal glances on him only to fail misserably. He was with his friends, all happy and unbothered. You heart sank a bit yet you were glad he's better—but better without you.

Perhaps you were right. Spending some time away from each other will let you two reevaluate yourselves, and Jaehyun seems like he already did.

It's been a month since your partial break-up and for you, everything's like still hanging, unaswered and missing. School works already took its toll on you, deadlines here and there were constantly making you stressed, but at some point, let you supress the loneliness deep inside you and get yourself distracted from the idea of him.

You lie on your bed at night, letting tiredness thoroughly consumed you to sleep. You're slowly dozing off when you head knocks from the front door. Thinking it was just your neighbor Rose asking about some missed assignments, you opened it without a do and almost shut it close when you saw who actually it was.

"Hi."

Lesson, never ever open your doors without knowing who's on the other side, you might end up getting murdered.

"I'm here for something I forgot."

Liar. You've never seen any of his belongings since the last time he left your dorm a month ago but despite of being confused, you eventually let him in without saying anything. Unlike you, he seems good, fine, you guess, and of course still handsome as hell. Suddenly, the room smells like him all over again slightly making you feel giddy and dizzy.

"How are you?"

"Im fine. Just a little tired and sleepy. "

Trying to make everything short and simple, you replied not even sparing him a glance, just so he can go and you can finally sleep in peace but then it hit you. This might be his chance to officially break up with you.

You were about to turn back to your room when you heard him uttered your name for the first time in a while and you swore you almost broke down right there and there.

"Can we talk?"

You two really did end up talking, both of you sat at the either side of the couch comfortably but with a safe distance. He sat straight, back resting on the cushion while you were facing him, legs cross in an indian sit with a pillow on your lap. Apparently he's the one who did the talking the most while you just nodded. You were surprised by his actions, he talks like nothing happened, as if it was like just a normal routine with him were he talks about his day, his life at school. You really tried your best to remain composed in front of him, deep inside, you were actually still a mess. Leaning on your elbows, you plopped them a top the pillow and let your head rest on it as you listen to his deep baritone voice. You heard him chuckle to whatever he had mentioned about this one friend of him and you swore you felt your heart made a slight leap on your chest. You let him blab more as you pretend to listen attentively but in reality you're just staring on his perfect face like you have been hypnotized.

"Hey, are you still listening?"

"No."

It was a quick, straight answer to his question and you noticed how his pout and frown were slowly formed making you smile a bit. He never changed.

Temporary break-ups were somewhat made to give each other a breathing space and time to think but for some, they made it as a chance to escape. Turns out you have done the latter and now you're suffering from it.

He was still grumbling childishly when you reach for him oh so suddenly, his face in between your warm palms that he yearned the most. You mindlessly leaned down tilting his chin to let your lips meet. His eyes were round as saucer as you recall, taken a back from your sudden move but you didn't care. You kissed him slowly, taking his bottom lip in between yours. It took him some time before you felt him respond, gently, he pulled you closer, settling you in his lap with your legs on either side of him. For like a split second you pulled away to breathe but he chased your lips, deepening the kiss. His fingers wandered to your hips, tugging you down closer to his and you sighed unconciously through the kiss. You felt him card your hair in between his fingers, letting him feel and relish you, letting him take control. At that time, you felt yourself soaring again, you felt loved, you felt secured yet again.

Everything was overwhelming you, the emotions, the frustrations, the anger, the love. Suddenly you were so scared to lose him and you really hated yourself for only realizing it now. How can you become so stupid and reckless? You almost lose him.

Before anything could escalate further, Jaehyun pulls away, caressing your cheeks gently.

"Babe, why are you crying?"

You didn't even realize you were already shedding. He leans in again kissing your both tear-stained cheeks, making your eyes flutter close.

"Jae I'm so sorry-"

"Sshhh... Dont be."

There you rested yourself on top of him, savoring his warmth, scent and presence that you've been badly missing.

"I told you before that I forgot something in here, didn't I? "

"Yes. "

"This. I forgot this here." He points a finger to your chest.

"When we were apart I've been incomplete."

And so you were.

"You are the missing piece of me... "

"... and I left this here. I left my heart here with you."

"Still in love with the idea of loving you, it's a state of flux, I just keep holding on."

[softysuho]

Armor

A/N: it's been awhile since I've written s o-

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Series

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood/torture

Summary: Chanyeol had watched his friends find their mates, watching as their smiles became ten times brighter than before. The pairs practically swallowing their other half in front of the beta wolf. It had been 5 years since Chanyeol's 20th birthday, the only wolf in the entire pack to have not found his other half the night of the celebration. He knew she was out there, he could feel her emotions, a dull throbbing in his heart when she was sad or stressed. The flutters when she was happy. However, he never expected to find her on enemy lines.

Links to chapters are on the masterlist

•••

You silently picked at the sleeves of your oversized hoodie, head down as you listened intently to your Alpha. Ravi had been your Alpha for a little less than three years, taking the position of your father. Ravi had been your fathers beta, a good one at that. You and Ravi practically grew up together by the hip, some even thought that when he turned 20, you would end up being mates. Nope. Maybe that's why your father had given up his position to the 22 year old Ravi before his passing. You had never wanted the position anyways, stress never looked good on you and you were sure that somehow, and someway, you would fuck it up.

Ravi was good playing the Alpha role. He was strong, tall and handsome. His mate, Jane, was equally as stunning. She was a breath of fresh air for your pack, her kindness had lifted the spirits of many at the loss of your father. She had become one of your good friends, her and Ravi loved you dearly, respected and valued your opinions in meetings like these.

A new pack had moved into the next town over. One just barely larger than the one your father had kept together. To say you were nervous was an understatement. The way Ravi spoke about this pack made your stomach churn in all the wrong ways. You winced as his hand came crashing down in front of your figure, making you still and slowly meet the red eyes you had only ever seen one other time. Ravi was pissed, pissed at you for something you were unsure of.

"I expect an answer when I'm speaking to you Y/n." You let out a soft sigh, eyes wandering over to Leo who looked at you with soft eyes. "We've never had a pack move this close to us, everyone knows how bloody we make can make things for others when they step out of line. So tell me, why do you think this pack moved in?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Why was it a big deal? The pack could be peaceful.

"How the fuck should I know? I can't read the minds of others, dumbass." A growl ripped across the room, Ravi's knuckles turning white as he stared down at you.

"Y/n. I get we used to be best friends-"

"Used to?" You laughed, leaning back in your chair. "Used to be best friends? How about this Alpha, you can lay the fuck off. I don't know if you remember, but you're only in this position because of me. So don't you dare try and use your 'Alpha authority' on me. I don't know why the pack moved in, maybe they saw an open place and decided to take it because they needed more space." You crossed your arms, staring up at Ravi. Yeah okay. Maybe you lied about the respect and value. Maybe you lied about them caring for you anymore. But sometimes it's nicer to think of how it used to be.

Ravi inhaled sharply, stomping back up to the front of the room where drawings of the boarders were. "I'd watch that mouth of yours Y/n." He rolled his shoulders, Leo shaking his head disapprovingly at his Alpha's behavior.

"Maybe Y/n is right. Maybe their numbers increased and they needed a bigger space for their pack. They could be harmless." Leo spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. Leo was a nice man, his cold appearance was always intimidating to outsiders. Maybe that's why you both seemed to be the others escape when things got rough. You had spent countless nights crying into his shoulder. Whether it be for your fathers passing or Ravi's new attitude towards you. Jane, well, she was a nice girl. She was your friend, and she did respect you. But she couldn't show you an ounce of kindness when Ravi was around. Sometimes it seemed like he blacklisted you to the pack, only keeping you here because of your fathers old position. But Leo was different. The only comfort that you have left in this pack.

"Can you stop sucking Y/n's dick for five minutes Leo." Ravi groaned, rubbing his temple. "You're not mates, so stop acting like it." Leo stood up at that, hand planting firmly on the table as he took a deep breath.

"Why don't you stop being an asshole to the girl you used to do everything with. Grow a pair and realize you miss when we would all hang out and watch movies all night. Maybe then you'll stop being a fucking prick." Kicking his chair back, Leo stomped out of the room, his back tense with anger.

"I think we should talk about the pack later, when we've all calmed down." Hyuk spoke. He was the problem solver, a good one at that. His soft hair fell over his eyes as he looked your way and then to Ravi. "The other pack can wait."

You stood from your chair slowly, bowing towards Ravi before you made your way out. "I miss when you used to smile at stupid things Ravi." You whispered as the door closed behind you.

•••

Chanyeol groaned loudly, whining as Jongdae pushed him out of the way in attempt to reach the house before the others. "Junmyeon gets the large room Dae!" He yelled, watching his mate run after him. 'Sinners' his wolf snickered. Junmyeon patted the giants back, pushing him towards the house.

"I'm giving you the big room on the top floor, that way you don't have to be around all the... ya know-" Chanyeol cut the Alpha off, shaking his head in annoyance.

"You're the Alpha Jun, you and Suzy deserve the room." Chanyeol shook off the males arm, beginning to walk towards the house. Knowing full well, Junmyeon was going to force him to take the room.

"Maybe the new location will be good for you!" Junmyeon called out behind him, laughing when Chanyeol flipped him the birdie.

The rest of the day was spent attempting to get settled in, but the constant dull sensation of fear and sadness kept filling his limbs. It became a normal feeling after a year, the sadness from his mate and the fear that seemed to come once the sadness settled. He had no idea what was wrong with his mate. He didn't know where she was, if she was okay. It killed to know she was out there, without him. He wanted to know what her scent is, he wanted to know how soft her hair is, he wanted to know her. He didn't want to feel just her emotions anymore, he wanted to feel her. In his embrace, in his clothes, with his mark placed in the soft spot between her shoulder and neck.

His eyes closed, trying to make the sadness diminish. He wondered if she could feel his longing, his happiness when he thought of a future with his unknown mate. He wanted her to feel something other than the normal: fear, sadness and calm.

Baekhyun had knocked softly on Chanyeol's door, mumbling something about a pack meeting before he disappeared from behind the door. His guess was that a group was going to go on a patrol tonight. Scope out the borders around the human village that some pack families moved into, as well as the giant forest that surrounded the giant pack house.

He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes roughly as his feet padded down the wooden steps. As the second in command, Chanyeol was never allowed to miss a meeting. His input was always needed and he had to make decisions when his Alpha couldn't decide. His blonde hair was pulled back with a thick white headband, tank top hanging loosely on his shoulders, most definitely not dressed properly for a pack meeting. Chanyeol plopped down in the chair next to Junmyeon, nodding in the direction of his 11 brothers sitting patiently around the giant table. "Well, shall we start?" Junmyeon spoke, turning towards the giant bulletin board. "The neighboring pack, Blood Rise, is no joke."

It went on for what seemed like hours, Junmyeon not only discussing how we should somewhat fear the pack, but also boarder patrol groups. And he just happened to get stuck with Sehun and Jongdae. The biggest wusses that jump at their own shadows. "You're kidding." Chanyeol rubbed his face, leaning forward on the table as the latter glared at the giant.

"Nope, deal with it Yeol." Baekhyun laughed, swinging his arm over Kyungsoo's shoulders. Pulling a sour face, Kyungsoo flicked Baekhyun's arm off before crossing his arms.

"Why am I stuck with him again? Last time I check, Baek doesn't even know how to put on his underwear correctly." Kyungsoo eyed Baekhyun before turning back to Junmyeon.

"There's no tags okay! And it was one time! Damn, you put underwear on backwards and suddenly your stupid."

"You are stupid Baek." Jongin called out, giggling to himself silently.

"Would you all shut up, Yeol, Dae and Hun, go patrol before I beat you with a wooden spoon." Junmyeon laughed, running a hand through his hair as he pointed towards the door.

"No balls!" Jongdae yelled as he dashed from the room.