#not too sure if it makes sense but have it anyway

[cybrasigilism]

NSFW alphabet with Player 388 (Kang Dae-ho)

warnings: smut and all things of the like | not proofread! | lowercase intended | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from yours

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: you already know the second i got a request to do a NSFW alphabet for my fav, i had to do it. sorry for the spam, i just have way too much free time right now :’) anyways, as always i hope you enjoy! trust this is only the beginning of the dae-ho works i plan on writing

MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A= Aftercare what they’re like after sex

↳ if dae-ho isn’t the king of aftercare, then i’m santa clause. he will cuddle, draw you a bath, offer you a massage, the whole nine yards. he wants to make sure that you’re not only comfortable, but that you also know how grateful he is that you felt you could be vulnerable with him.

B= Body part their favourite body part of theirs and of their partner’s

↳ his favourite part of his is easily his arms, mainly because of how many people tell him how good his hugs are. as for his partner, he would ask how he could choose one favourite thing about someone who he loves so much. he’s a thigh man

C= Cum anything to do with cum, honestly

↳ would much rather to cum inside mainly because this man 100% has a breeding kink, but if his partner specifically says they don’t want him to cum inside, he will gladly oblige and pull out

D= Dirty Secret a dirty secret of theirs

↳ likes to be edged I MEAN WHO SAID THAT—

E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what their doing?

↳ he’s definitely not got a massive body count, but trust he does know what he’s doing. you guys aren’t finishing until you cum twice

F= Favourite Position this one speaks for itself

↳ for him, it’s a tie between missionary and reverse cowgirl, it all depends on who wants to take charge in the moment

G= Goofy are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous, etc.

↳ he tries to be light hearted about the whole thing, especially if it’s your first time together. he’s still serious about sex in the sense that he’s determined to make you feel good, though

I= Intimacy how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

↳ he’s big on praise, so he’s super intimate, kissing his partner all over and telling them how perfect they are are both staples in the process for dae-ho

J= Jack off masturbation headcanons

↳ he’s tried to use porn to masturbate before, but he finds it too artificial and performative and it actually takes him out of the mood rather than get him in it. he’s the kind of guy who thinks of his partner to get off

K= Kink one or more of their kinks

↳ breeding, praise, back scratching, overstimulation

L= Location favourite places to do the do

↳ the bedroom of course, and the shower x)

M= Motivation what turns them on? what gets them going?

↳ confidence. he loves it when his partner knows their worth

N= No something they won’t do

↳ hate sex, no explanation necessary

O= Oral preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

↳ he loves getting head just as much as the next guy, but face-sitting? he’s happy for you to just sit on his face the whole time, no penetrative sex needed

P= Pace are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

↳ he is a firm believer that sex is more than just the action itself, but it’s about being as close to the person you love and trust most as physically possible, so of course he’s gonna take his time with his partner. after all, why rush a good thing?

Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often?

↳ he’s down if you’re down, but again, he would rather take things slow

R= Risk are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

↳ again, he’s game to experiment if you are. however he is still solid on his limits, and he wants you to be firm with yours too. he would never forgive himself if he felt like you only did something because he wanted to

S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

↳ as previously stated, dae-ho will not be through with you until you cum twice. he will go as long as he needs to for the job to get done, whether he’s already finished or not. the training in the marines has certainly helped his stamina, so this is no trouble for him

T= Toys do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves

↳ i doubt he has toys of his own, however he has no problem with using any toys his partner chooses to bring along

U= Unfair how much they like to tease

↳ jokes on you, he’s actually the one getting teased double jokes on you, he’s really into it

V= Volume how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

↳ he’s not obnoxiously loud by any sort of means, but he definitely does moan. remember though, he will praise his partner and assure them that theyre making him feel great. think something along the lines of “yeah, making me feel so good baby” or “that’s it, that’s right..oh god yeah, right there.”

W= Wild Card a random headcanon for the character

↳ i’ll say it once and leave it here: he talks you through it

X= X-ray what’s going on under those clothes?

↳ thanks to the marines training, he’s got quite the muscular build. when he’s hard, he’s above average, somewhere around 6 1/2 - 7”

Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?

↳ he doesn’t have a crazy sex drive, but when he’s in the mood it completely shifts

Z= Zzz how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

↳ he refuses to fall asleep before you do. he will do whatever it takes to stay awake, because he feels it’s rude to fall asleep before his partner does

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

thanks so much for reading! you know the drill, advice + constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing are appreciated and requested! hope you guys like this as much as i had fun writing it :)

[bewaryofpity]

NEXT STEP IS LOVE - L. HUGHES

[2.0k] luke brings you to the family skate, surprising his teammates, and the usual “i didn't know you had a girlfriend” comes up, but this time luke has enough of calling you just his best friend.

warnings: none ! just some cute ol' fluff; probably really cringey 😔

a/n: she's a short one, and i’m not really fond of it but here it is anyway. sorry guys :(

“Didn’t know Luke had a girlfriend.”

“That’s because he doesn’t. That is his best friend.”

“Bullshit.” Kovacevic laughed in Jack’s face before turning his head back towards Luke near the bench.

Luke was kind of a private person so the idea of him having a secret girlfriend would have made sense to anyone, especially to the new guys he wasn't close with yet. But when Jack revealed that the girl in front of Luke was simply a friend had to be the biggest lie Kovy ever got told. Because friends don’t look at each other that way.

Luke’s fingers were trembling as he tied the laces of your skates carefully, making sure they weren’t too tight or too loose. He felt nervous having you here with him, which was strange because it wasn’t like you’ve never been around the guys before, but the new season meant new guys too. Which also meant that the same old dreaded question was going to come up at any moment.

“Good?”

You nodded in response before stretching your hands out so Luke could help you up the bench. You were wobbly at first, as he tried to hold back the teasing grin creeping on his lips, definitely not used to being on skates as often as him. 

You slowly made your way onto the ice, clutching his hand like your life depended on it. He couldn’t help but keep his gaze on your concentrated face, cheeks flushed from the chill of the arena as you found your rhythm. He was lost in his thoughts, stomach filling with butterflies when your hands squeezed his tighter. And if it weren’t for the little squeak you left out, he would’ve let you fall.

“Sorry,” he said with no hint of honesty in his voice while you shot him a playful look. 

It wasn’t long before you found your footing and let go of his hands to skate side by side. There weren’t many chances for you to hang out with Luke in these settings. The last time you skated together was when he was still a rookie, and he almost got in trouble too many times for using the rink after hours just to teach you how to skate, but you loved every single moment of it. So when he realized your day off coincided with the family skate, he didn’t hesitate to mention it and you couldn’t wait to be there for him, doing something you know would make him happy.

Though, the only thing that was different from those times was the fact that holding Luke’s hands now had your heart doing funny tricks on you. The newfound warmth that has taken over your body in his presence this past year or so was unexpected and scary because you were well aware what this meant and you couldn’t lose Luke over a stupid crush. 

If only you knew that he too got to a point where hiding his feelings for you was actually painful. He tried everything to spend as much time with you as possible. Faking being too tired to drive back to his place and sleep on your couch, missing optional skates, staying up at night before an away game just to hear your voice, letting you nap and waking you up only to convince you to spend the night at his place because i don’t want you to drive, it’s too dark outside and dangerous. It was all worth it in his eyes. But the ache in his chest everytime he had to leave you was becoming harder to suppress than he thought and he couldn’t take it anymore.

As he tried to grab at your brushing hands, Pesce stopped abruptly in front of you and almost knocked you down in the process. 

“Didn’t know Rusty here had a girlfriend.” He said with a grin before turning his attention to Luke, wiggling his brows in a teasing maner.

“Oh, no, I'm just a friend.”

“Oh.”

“His best… friend, actually.” You tried to smile as sincerely as you could. The question never bothered you before, you two were close enough that such was expected, but the way Luke couldn’t look at you during the exchange with his teammate created a pit in your stomach.  

Before he could take you away from the awkwardness of it all, Cotter skated over too. “Here we go,” mumbled Luke. 

“Meeting the girlfriend without me?” 

“Not the girlfriend apparently.”

"Really?" He asked, his tone skeptical as his eyes flicked between you. "Could’ve fooled me."

Luke groaned, not missing the way his teammates exchanged knowing looks and chuckling under their breaths. He couldn’t really blame his teammates for jumping to conclusions. If he were in their shoes, he might have assumed the same thing, it happened way too often anyway.

He grabbed at your hand and pulled you towards him, skating as far as possible from everyone. Was it really that obvious he liked you? Yet, you were still by his side, seemingly not phazed by the constant nagging and teasing from outsiders about your relationship, which could only mean that you didn’t like him back. 

Luke was tired of all of this and the months he spent burying his feelings for you, convincing himself that your friendship was enough, were all coming down on him now with everyone assuming you were a couple. Feeling heavy, he hoped the family skate came to an end soon.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about them.”

“That’s okay.”

You nodded but didn’t press further, not yet at least. Your hand came to rest around his bicep, seeking his warmth and pretending to need balance as you grew tired. 

The easy rhythm you found earlier was now gone. Luke could tell you were trying to bring yourself comfort by staying close to him, though you kept your gaze on the ground which could only mean you were absorbed in your thoughts. And he hated that it was all his fault, he hated the idea of you thinking he was embarrassed or annoyed by the assumption that you were together. Because he wasn’t, he had dreamed of being your boyfriend more times than he‘d like to admit. And he wanted nothing more than being able to call you his. 

Sensing your exhaustion, he led the way towards the bench to change back into normal shoes. The rink was quieter now, families thinning out. You leaned back, stretching your legs, and looked at him with a small frown on your lips. You didn’t have time to reach down when he brought up one of your feet to untie your skate.

“What’s on your mind, Luke?” 

Luke hesitated, his fingers fumbling with your skate laces. “Nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing, Luke. You’re too quiet, what’s wrong?”

“Does it not bother you when people ask if we’re a couple?”

You blinked at him, startled by the question. It wasn’t what you expected, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. Luke had stopped untying your skate, his hands frozen mid-motion as he waited for your answer. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw tightened.

“Bother me?” You repeated softly, the chill of the rink seemed to seep into your skin, though you weren’t sure if it actually was the cold temperature or the sudden shift in the conversation. “No, not really. I mean, it happens all the time, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Luke nodded slowly, looking down at your skate again. He resumed working on the laces, but his movements were slower now, almost hesitant. You shifted slightly, your other foot tapping lightly against the rubber mat beneath the bench. 

“Does it bother you?” You tilted your head, watching him carefully. 

Luke let out a quiet sigh and dropped his hands on your leg. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “Sometimes, I guess. Not because of what they think, but… because of what it implies.”

“And what does it imply?” 

You echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart began to race, the steady rhythm you’d been clinging to slowly slipping away. You couldn’t help but search his face for clues, for anything that might explain the sudden vulnerability in his tone.

Luke hesitated, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours for something — permission, maybe, or courage. And for a moment, he seemed to be weighing his next words, his brows drawing together in a way that made your chest ache. 

“Luke…”

“I like you,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush, as if he was afraid he’d lose his nerve if he waited any longer. “I’ve liked you for a while now and I’ve been trying so hard to pretend that I don’t. I can’t stand being apart from you, I need you close to the point where I am not my own person anymore. I’m tired of the ache in my chest everytime I have to leave you, not just for roadies, but every time we part ways, it’s like I’m a different person without you that I can't recognize.”

“When they say stuff like that, it just makes it harder because I want it to be true. I want us to be more than just friends. I want to wake up next to you and come home to you every day.”

You blinked, clearly caught off guard. You tried to open your mouth as if to speak, but he pressed on, the words tumbling out like water breaking through a dam. His words started fading in your racing mind. His confession hung in the air heavy and raw, and all of it felt like you’ve been hit by a truck. Luke, your best friend, liked you and you were glad he hadn't stopped talking because, truly, you didn’t know what to say.

Luke’s heart felt like it might burst from his chest, every beat echoing in his ears as he braced himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for the possibility that he’d just ruined everything. The silence that followed when he stopped taking felt like an eternity. And for a moment, you just stared at him, expression unreadable. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… wanted you to know.”

You dropped your foot to the ground and scooted closer to him. As he turned to face you, your hand pressed against his cheek and you leaned in to place a delicate kiss on his lips. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make Luke freeze. His mind blanked, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. When you pulled back, your face was mere inches from his, your hand still lingering on his cheek. Your cheeks were flushed, though whether from the cold or the weight of the moment, he couldn’t tell.

His heart pounded in his chest as you bit your lip, your hand dropping from his face to rest on your lap. 

“It’s always been you, Luke.” Your gaze met his once more, the blush on his cheeks making him cuter than he ever looked. Luke’s eyes widened, still incredulous even after your kiss. 

“Really?”

“Really.” You smiled, a small, tentative curve of your lips as you nodded.

He leaned forward slightly clearing his throat, his eyes searching yours. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, voice barely audible.

This time, the kiss wasn’t hesitant or fleeting. It was soft and tender, a promise of everything you both hoped to build together. When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested against each other, and for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

“Hey, lovebird! Tone it down a bit, there’s kids around.”

Luke groaned at one of the guys’ teasing from the other side of the rink, and you laughed at his antics, the weight on your shoulders had finally been lifted off. 

“So… does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You didn’t know your cheeks could flush any more, and smiling at his question, you reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from his face.

“Eh, I’ll have to think about that.”

[strwberri-milk]

Hi! I know mc forgot all their memories from other lives and all, but how would they react if the reader got into an accident and had amnesia ? Thank you

*intense flashbacks to rick grayson* anyway i did this w the assumption that zayne is the only one unaware that this isnt the first time you lost your memories bc i think. he also lost his memories so yall are in the same boat lmaoo

He is absolutely devastated. He blames himself for your injury, feeling that he should have been there to protect you. He should have taken your injury, done something besides just happen to be there when you finally woke up in the hospital bed. He hates how tired you look, the way you glance at him as though he were nothing more than a stranger. That look haunts him, and he finds himself stuck in place as the doctor gently pulls him aside and tells him it seems you're suffering from amnesia. The doctor reassures him that it's most likely temporary but they're going to keep you in the hospital for monitoring.

The others all need a moment to process the news. He's upset, sure, but he also hates that sense of familiarity that settles in his chest at the news. It's not to say he isn't surprised, just that unfortunately, a part of him knows how to receive this piece of information.

He's going to be at your side no matter what, this dull ache in his chest only slightly abated at the doctor's promise that this is temporary. Sylus and Xavier take the news better than Rafayel, keeping conversation light and easy with you. You can see the pain in their eyes at not remembering him but he won't say anything to you about it. You wish that you could remember him now but you also know that rushing things won't do any good. Instead, you decide to ask him questions about your life together, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you realise even if your brain doesn't remember him, your body seems to feel comfort in his presence.

Zayne wishes for a moment he didn't spend so much time focusing on cardiology. Maybe, if he swapped to neuroscience he would have an answer right now, or if he focused more on becoming a general physician he'd know more. He hates the not knowing, understanding on a technical level what the doctor is telling him but none of it fully processes, not until he's at home without you because they thought it might stress you out too much to come home to a strange place.

He comes to visit you every day, not insisting on your time but comforting enough that you don't really mind. You're also glad to know he's also a doctor, feeling safe that if something were to happen to you he'd be able to help until your primary doctor appears. You find it hard to believe that this incredibly handsome and talented surgeon is your lover but he shows you some photos that prove the fact.

He's very patient, only able to be so because the doctors have agreed to show him the scans of your brain to calm his nerves. He's sure that even if your symptoms continue to persist he'd be able to keep you in his life, whether that be as his lover or just as a friend. Simply being able to be with you is all he ever wants, whatever that means.

Rafayel is pissed beyond belief. You don't recognise the man standing in front of you but you can tell by the quirk of his brow and the way his fingers tap against his thigh that he is not happy. Despite his turmoil, it only takes him about a second before he sighs tiredly, kneeling at the side of your bed and asking if you seriously don't remember him. The slight shake of your head is enough for him to understand the gravity of your injury, making his heart break.

This time he feels like he has more control over it, thankfully. He decides that despite your amnesia he'll do his best to make a stronger impression on you this time. He's not overbearing but he is consistent, keeping you company in a friendly manner. He doesn't want to scare you off by being too attention hungry but he also misses your touch, trying his best to keep his hands to himself as he tells you about what the two of you did last week.

[harunayuuka2060]

Eric's friend (a woman): What's going on?

MC: *snatched her coffee away and replaced it with filtered water*

MC: Please head to the hospital without delay.

Eric's friend: Wh-Why? Is there something wrong with me?

MC: You're... about to go into labor.

Eric's friend: ...

Eric's friend: What? *chuckles nervously*

Eric: I'll take you to the hospital.

His friend: What— But I'm fine, Eric!

Eric: Let's go just to make sure.

Vil, MC, and Eric: ...

The husband: Where is she? Is she alright?

Eric: Yes, don't worry.

The husband: *deep breath in*

Eric: You must be excited to be a father again.

The husband: Y-Yes! But how— There were no signs!

Eric: It's cryptic pregnancy - a rare occurrence. Anyway, congratulations.

The husband: Thank you!

Vil: ...

Vil: How did you know about this?

MC: I just sensed it, somehow.

Vil: ...

Vil: That was quite impressive.

MC: ...

MC: Huh?

Vil: Oh, Dad is calling us. Let's head back in.

MC: ...

"That's creepy..."

"It would have been better if you could change the future too."

MC: ...

Vil: *glances back at them* Why are you still standing there?

MC: *nods* I'm coming.

[blxxmingrose]

the statement surprised hans, though june had already made sure he knew hans knew he was grateful for the flowers. but it was something about the way he made sure hans never forgot how this felt for him that made it all the more special every time hans heard it. “i really should be the one thanking you,” he started, his eyes locked on june’s. “for being here with us. for trusting me. for being open to this too,” he said, his voice full of sincerity and genuine gratitude. 

none of this would have been half as fun if it were one-sided, hans thought, and that made him smile fully. the fact that june was open to going on these more adventurous dinners with him would be another thing to look forward to other than their date. “we’ll have the more… tame dinners regularly,” he added, throwing sunny a thoughtful look. the way she was enjoying this too tugged at hans’ fatherly instincts, but the same instincts told him too much of this might only spell trouble. “as much as i want to have fun dinners every night, i think we have to reserve them as nice treats every once in a while.” 

he had no doubts that even a less eventful dinner would be fun with june anyway, and the feeling of certainty within him made him wonder about the depths of these feelings he was harboring. when he looked at june, he could see consistency, a possibility for a stable relationship in the future, and it excited him—but at the same time, it brought a certain level of calm in him. like he was finding a partner in every sense of the word. 

he didn’t realize he had been absentmindedly mirroring the way june was toying with a paper napkin, and a quiet laugh escaped him when he realized. “you know, i think you’re a good influence to me. to us,” he spoke thoughtfully, his tone serious but with a hint of affection. he leaned back in his chair as his eyes focused on june, the corners crinkling as he smiled. “you make me feel brave. you make me want to try new things. even this bouquet—something inside me just thought i had to do it. i had to give you something pretty.” he wasn't sure where this honesty was coming from, but the words came easily, as natural as breathing.

june chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on hans as he took in the question. once a week. the suggestion carried a weight that tugged at his heart, a warmth that spread through his chest and settled there calmly. it wasn’t just about the food or even the fun of this shared moment — it was about the meaning behind it. hans wasn’t asking for just another dinner; he was asking for more time together, for consistency. for a place in june’s life.

“that sounds… really nice,” june said softly, his voice carrying a tenderness he didn’t bother to mask. he glanced at sunny, who was now attempting to carefully stack her skewers into a teetering tower, her giggles filling the space around them. “though if sunny’s involved, we might need to bring a tarp next time,” he added, his tone playful as he reached to steady the stack before it toppled completely. he looked back at hans, his fingers still lightly brushing against the skewer sunny had abandoned.

june leaned back slightly, his gaze drifting for a moment to the bouquet still resting safely beside him, a vivid reminder of the thoughtfulness hans had poured into this day. unsure of if he should say what’s on his mind, but the way hans looked at him — so open, so present — made him feel like he couldn’t possibly say the wrong thing. “thank you. again. for this. for today. for trusting me enough to let me be here with you.”

june’s fingers toyed with the edge of his napkin as he glanced back at sunny, her attention now fully absorbed in dipping another skewer. “i really like that once a week idea. you may just have yourself a deal,” he added, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, eyes sparkling as he looked at hans again, an undeniable hope flickering there.

[klausysworld]

The Wolf Inside

Evolving into his hybrid form hasn't changed Klaus much.

Sure, it made him a little faster and stronger and his bite was now lethal alongside his healing blood but mentally it hadn't changed him. He was the same cocky bastard as before, all high and mighty and proud. His wolf didn't change his appetite or his feelings. maybe the slightest bit more intense but not noticeable.

Until his eyes found hers.

She was a simple wolf, apart of the Crescent wolf pack. He'd first seen her whilst she was trapped in her canine form, her eyes tainted amber whilst his shone pure gold. Her whine made his loins stir as he knelt down to one knee and held out his hand. Rebekah stood slightly behind him, holding up an injured Hayley after witches had attempted to attack her in the woods. Y/N had escorted her to safety.

Klaus couldn't get her to come closer enough, he tried to stretch his fingers out to feel her rough, matted fur but her little teeth bared at him and his wolf wouldn't let him taunt her.

It was the first time he'd really felt his wolf be truly present in his mind, controlling his thoughts and actions.

He brushed it off and they went back to the Plantation.

However, things started to change. He smelt a little different, almost earthier but not so much dirty just more pure. His features seemed just the tiniest bit sharper; wolfish. Klaus struggled to sleep, staying up until the moon came back down and only managing a few hours before he needed to be plotting and scheming again.

Klaus thought perhaps the lack of sleep was just tricking him into noticing these changes but when he noticed Hayley looking at him funny, her eyes flicking yellow for a second and a frown forming on her face, he knew it wasn't just his mind.

He didn't see the wolf for a while after. Life too complicated to go looking.

When Hayley started getting closer to Jackson and his pack, which were now only wolves on the full moon like they should have been. So, one day when Klaus wasn't actually busy, he went with Hayley.

He could feel a pull in his chest, leading him.

Hayley went into a hut with Jackson, thinking Klaus was right behind her but he'd strayed from her path. Klaus found himself at peeking his head in through the open doorway of an old hut. It reminded him of how he used to live so many years before.

He felt a faint rumble within him as he looked down at the girl, her eyes looking right back at his with slight fear. Those same eyes that he'd tried to convince to get just a paw closer.

A hunger loomed over him as his eyes dragged down her form, lingering over her cleavage and her thighs. He looked back up to her face and stepped closer, entering the building with no barriers. She cowered and he pulled back, unable to make himself approach.

Fast footsteps approached and Hayley grabbed Klaus by the shoulder as Jackson rushed inside, picking up the girl and holding her by the wall, furthest from Klaus as possible.

"Klaus, you can't just go into their homes!" Hayley scolded and his eyes narrowed.

"Why not? Who is she?" He questioned, tone firm, his voice seeming deeper, rougher almost as he eyed her.

"Can we leave? I'll tell you back at the abattoir." She muttered and he growled before relenting.

Once home, after some shouting and an explanation of what privacy is, Klaus found out Y/N was apart of, what was left of, the lineage of the original omegas. It made more sense after that, that Klaus's wolf was so drawn to her. A thousand years ago there were more omegas and he, most likely, would have found himself one if given the chance to embrace what he was.

It was difficult to get to see Y/N, the wolves didn't like Klaus anyway let alone having him come near the rarest aspect of their pack.

But he'd manage it at least on the full moon. Catch her out in the woods, fingers wrapped around her muzzle as she wriggled in his hold and tried to snap at him. He'd manage to get her into his room, chasing after her as she smacked everything off of every shelf and smashed everything to pieces.

Klaus eventually had her pinned beneath him, holding her against the carpet and pushing her snout to his neck; watching as she finally took in his scent and calmed down.

"Good girl." He sighed, running his fingers through her fur. It was much softer now that she was only a wolf once a month. Klaus managed to get her in his bed, her paws muddying his sheets but he couldn't have cared as she snuggled his warmth, finally taking to his scent. "Good girl." He repeated faintly, leaning back against his pillows.

In the morning he forced himself not to move his hands down her naked body. Klaus was certain the Crescent pack would be losing their minds trying to find her but he couldn't have cared less as she lay awake but completely exhausted against his side. Much more relaxed than any other time they'd met.

"I'm hungry now." Her voice whispered, eyes still heavy and he hummed. The wolves in her pack must usually tend to her.

"You stay here, omega." Klaus murmured, petting her head as he slipped out of bed and tucked her in.

A while passed and her stomach started cramping, her wolf crying out and Klaus psychically felt her need.

He was back in his room with a plate of bacon, sausage, egg, beans and tomato. She was on his lap immediately and opened her mouth, having him feed her until she was full and sated. Klaus groaned softly at the faint purr her body generated.

The plate was left on the floor, one of his henleys now over her skin and a pair of boxers covering her.

Hayley was bursting through the door by the afternoon, about to ask if he'd heard that Y/N was missing before finding her bundled up to Klaus, watching the tv and chewing on some beef jerky.

"Jesus- Klaus! You cannot just take her!" She yelled, storming in but quickly recoiling in response to the vicious growl from the hybrid.

She had Elijah come remove the omega wolf instead.

Klaus would start coming to the bayou in the night when he was free. Eventually the wolves couldn't keep fighting him, not when he gave them a little taste of his strength. And especially not when it was clear Y/N had bonded.

Once Hope was born and had to leave Klaus spent a lot of time in Y/N's little home, bringing her food and a new blanket or pillow.

Soon enough Klaus started to get more and more irritable when he wasn't with her. His appetite had changed, Elijah had come down in the night to find Niklaus chewing a raw cut of venison in the kitchen. He decided not to say anything but in his mind he knew it was odd.

Once Hope was back, Klaus saw Y/N less and Elijah could see him losing it. His own claws would impale his palms and he could barely keep down blood. So, like the good brother he is, Elijah went to the bayou to retrieve Y/N. She held onto his hand without fight as he lead her into the main city.

"It's loud." She told him and Elijah chuckled, glancing down at her.

"It is." He agreed, keeping her close as vampires eyed her. "We're nearly there Y/N. Niklaus will be pleased to see you, I'm sure he'll be excited to show you Hope." Elijah smiled and she looked up at him.

"The pup?" She asked and he nodded.

"Baby." He corrected and Y/N frowned.

"A wolf baby?" She questioned and he clicked his tongue with a curt nod. "A pup." She stated and he suppressed a wider smile.

"A pup. Klaus and Hayley's pup." He relented, nodding along.

"Alpha Hayley?" She asked, looking up and Elijah nodded after a moment. He'd almost forgotten that Hayley would marry Jackson and be the Crescent alpha alongside him.

"Yes dear. May I ask what Klaus is to you, in wolf terms?" He questioned, still guiding her home.

"Mate." She answered simply, still holding onto his cold hand. "I'll have his pups soon." She told him and Elijah's brows raised at the declaration.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked quickly, almost panicked.

"No sir." She shook her head and Elijah let out a breath as they approached the compound. "You'd know if I were, I'll have up to five in me."

"At once?!" He blurted, his eyes wide as Y/N let go of his hand and went inside, heading straight up the stairs for Klaus. Elijah stared blankly at the staircase, imagining five crying babies and a toddler hope filling the abattoir. One was a miracle but five more? Elijah wasn't sure how he'd keep them all safe.

Meanwhile Y/N went to Hope's nursery room, finding Klaus and Hayley stood over the crib looking down at their child. Y/N quietly made her way over and looked in too, admiring the baby and wondering how big she was when she was born.

Klaus glanced over to where Y/N stood and smiled, quickly wrapping his arms round her from behind and pulling her to his room.

"I missed you, omega." He mumbled, nuzzling her neck as he pushed her down onto his bed and weighed down on her. "How'd you get here, hm?"

"You brother got me, said you needed me" She smiled, snuggling back against him.

"Mmh, he was right little one. I do need you." He murmured, his tongue rough like his wolf's as he licked along her neck.

"Your pup is cute." She whispered shyly, laying relaxed under him and looking up at his eyes as he lifted his head from her neck.

"Thank you sweetheart. You can hold her later if you like." He offered and she nodded.

"Can't wait for our pups." She grinned and he blinked at her. They hadn't discussed children though perhaps he should have known an omega would expect her own 'pups' to raise. Still, he was a little worried now. They hadn't had sex yet but he was beginning to think if they did it'd leave her pregnant and he wasn't sure he could handle that with Hope still being a few months old.

"Right." He muttered, smiling at her. "I'll give you a pup in-"

"Now?" She asked, her attention peaking.

"Uhm..." Klaus slowly retracted, sitting up in front of her and encouraging her to sit up too. "Omega I can't yet. Hope is still a baby herself, I'm not sure I could handle two yet." He chuckled and Y/N tilted her head.

"Two?" She questioned and his brows furrowed, the look of confusion encouraging an explanation from her. "Omegas usually have between two and five, if I only had one something might be wrong." She frowned, getting defensive. "I'm a good omega, I kept myself good so I can have a big litter." She told him, pulling away from him offended.

Klaus's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, wrapping his arms round her. "No omega, I'm sorry, I didn't know having more than one was common. But we cant have so many pups running round this place, all the vampires and stuff."

"In bayou."

"No love. Not safe for pups." He disagreed. "I’ll find you somewhere in a couple months okay? Somewhere big and safe for our litter to live." He told her, his hold on her firm as he kissed the side of her face livingly.

"Months?" Y/N mumbled with a small frown, her hands resting on her stomach as if imagining her future bump. Klaus glanced down and softened before placing his own hands over hers.

"Time will go quick, I promise." He mumbled, resting his head against hers.

Thankfully, time did go quick. But things were difficult. Y/N was a needy omega, especially now she was living with him most of the time and Klaus's wolf started getting more and more pent up too. He should have known he wouldn't have been able to wait multiple months to claim her.

It was hard the first time, trying not to cum inside her. He ended up making an absolute mess of the bed and her stomach whilst she whined that she needed him inside her again.

So the next time, for the first time ever, Klaus brought a packet of condoms.

Y/N sat quietly and patiently as Klaus fiddled with latex. "Do you want me to help?" She asked and he grunted, glancing up at her, his face a little pink with slight embarrassment.

"I've got it." He mumbled, finally getting it over his tip. Y/N reached her hands out, gently helping him roll it down the rest of his length. She smiled and crawled onto his lap, pressing her needy cunt against him. Klaus groaned in his throat and rubbed his hands along her thighs gently. She was down on his cock in no time, clinging onto him as both their hips rutted desperately.

"Breed me" She panted, her lips blowing heavy breaths against his ear as his claws extended past his nails and dug into her back. "Please? Please?" She whimpered and Klaus groaned loudly because it took every ounce of effort not to give her a million puppies right there and then.

"Shhh baby." He whispered. "You're a good girl, my wolf." He told her, hoping to soothe her desires.

"Mate" She claimed, her teeth slowly extending and burying into his neck making him let out a sharp gasp as he came, filling the condom and holding onto her real tight.

"Bloody hell, love. You can't do that without saying anything." He panted, wincing when she retracted her fangs and licked over the wound.

"When can we have pups?" Y/N asked quietly, snuggled back up to him as he panted heavily against her.

"Soon, love. Soon." He uttered, resting against her and focusing on the slow pulsing of her pussy around him. "Gonna be all yours, soon."

"Promise?"

"Mhm, I promise, little mate."

It'd been a long day, Klaus was tired and just wanted his omega. So he went and picked her up from the bayou, brought her home and got her snuggled up in bed.

Y/N was nuzzling his neck, nipping the skin and rocking her hips so her pussy was up against his thigh making Klaus smile to himself, his hand resting on her ass and encouraging her movements.

Klaus stayed on his back, his hands on her hips as she seated herself on his dick comfortably. "Go ahead omega, show me how pretty you ride." He muttered, eyes hooded as he watched her soft naked body bounce on his lap. Her eyes flickered back and forth between amber and their usual glow, her body tightening and squeezing gently until he was a mess. Smiling up at the ceiling and breathing heavily. Y/N moaned desperately as she moved with more and more effort until Klaus was struggling to keep it together.

"That- Thats's enough omega," He groaned, "Let- let me pull out sweetheart."

"Just want some babies, Alpha." She whined, head back and cunt dripping.

"Love-" He gasped but made no move to stop her, his hands guiding her hips up and down still.

"Gonna be such a good daddy!" She cried, letting go around him which triggered his own release inside her.

She finally collapsed onto him, digging her teeth back into him possessively and leaving another mating mark in his flesh. Klaus sighed out loudly, opening his eyes and looking down at how his omega's skin glistened against his. He could practically feel his seed taking to her.

"Naughty omega..." He breathed and she whimpered softly.

"I'm sorry" She whispered. "Couldn't help it, needed you real bad. Promise to take good care of our pups, you won't even have to help." Y/N sniffled, nuzzling him.

"It's okay sweetheart, I wouldn't make you be on your own with our babies. I'll keep us all safe...I knew deep down this would happen soon, I should have kept my word and gotten us somewhere safer shouldn't I?" He smiled and she nodded faintly. "We still have nine months, okay? Nine moths to tuck you away somewhere secret and nurse those little pups in your belly." He smiled, stroking the skin of her stomach and brushing his fingers down to her soft thighs.

"I love you" She whimpered, holding onto him real tight.

"I love you too Y/N." He replied, kissing her cheek and then her lips gently. "Now lets get you some rest, we're gonna need you taking extra care hm? See just how many little ones you can grow for me." Klaus grinned, his hand stroking her face making her let out a happy trill.

"So many...so many pups. Promise." She muttered, feeling him gently lift her up and rock her body in his arms until she was lulled to sleep.

After a couple weeks she was already showing, Klaus had no chance of keeping it from his family. Thankfully Elijah had been expecting it since the first comment Y/N had made on having pups.

Klaus had been all over her during the pregnancy, his wolf going haywire at her new scent. His hands were always on her belly, trying to feel how many pups she had in there.

Months went by incredibly fast and Y/N ended up going into labour early. Everyone was panicked, and had her in bed with Rebekah using her nurse and midwife training from previous centuries to birth all six pups.

Klaus looked astonished by the end, holding a baby in each arm and watching as the other four lay against Y/N. She curled around them, protecting them. "We're gonna need a bigger bed." Klaus whispered and Y/N smiled.

"Come lay with us?" She asked and he hummed softly.

"I need to clean you and our little ones up," He murmured whilst looking down at the two boys in his arms. "Get us into a clean bed, let you rest."

Y/N watched as he settled the babies down, getting some rags and warm water and cleaning them all, then her. Elijah, Rebekah and Hayley all helped clothe the babies. Four baby boys and two little girls.

Soon enough they were in a new room, Y/N and Klaus laying quietly with their pups between them.

"They're all so beautiful..." Klaus mumbled softly, "You're my perfect omega. You gave us six healthy pups, such a good girl." He praised. Klaus glanced down when he didn't hear her respond, a small smile gracing his lips when he saw her fast asleep. "You're all mine, love. I'll keep you all safe."

No matter what.

[bqstqnbruin]

Christmas Crashing

I'm taking a break from my regularly scheduled Swayman programming for a different fic where I'm actually not mean with the ending????? Who would have thought I could do that

ANYWAY this is for @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, and I got to write for the absolutely amazing @laurenairay! We're ignoring that it's more than the week after Christmas but oh well

Also shoutout to @nicohischier for letting me yell about this and reading this while I scared her ily

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, I actually gave you a happy ending?????

WC:8890

Flashbacks are in italics

______________________________________

“What are you saying?”

“That I’m done.”

“That we’re done,” he clarifies for her.

She can feel her chest start to tighten, a lump forming in her throat. “Yeah.” 

Mimi hangs up without letting him get in another word, telling herself that she didn’t want to let him listen to the first sob that came out of her. She couldn’t read the text that he had sent trying to make sense of what just happened, telling her that he loved her and knew she loved him, that he wanted to figure this out and get through whatever was going on.

________________________

“You should totally post this photo,” Stella tells her, her mouth hanging open while she stared at Mimi’s phone screen. 

“Are you sure?” Mimi leans over her friend's shoulder, trying to look at Stella’s handiwork. Mimi was facing the arena, the back of the jersey her mom got her for Christmas a couple of years ago on full display as she looked back over her shoulder, her ponytail covering part of Hischier’s name. 

“Babe, you look so hot.” Stella opens up Mimi’s account, drafting up a post for her roommate. 

Mimi tries to snatch the phone from her before she could do anything, her taller friend holding the phone over her head while people around them filter into the arena, probably thinking these two girls outside were acting ridiculous. They were, but that wasn’t going to stop Mimi. 

Stella manages to get the picture posted, despite Mimi saying she wasn’t sure. “You look hot, shut up and let everyone see it.”

“You’re the worst.” 

“And you love me anyway.” 

They go into the game, Mimi ignoring the notifications that were coming up on her screen from Instagram despite the ego boost she denied they gave her. She could have spent the entire game on her phone, just scrolling through notifications and making her head bigger than it should be. 

“So?” Stella asks after the first period when the two of them head to the concourse to get food. “Was I right?”

Mimi had her phone in her hand, showing Stella her screen and scrolling for what seemed like forever to the end of the notifications she had yet to open. “Fine.”

“Tell me I was right,” Stella gloats.

Mimi rolls her eyes. “This kind of shit is why I broke up with Sofia, if you remember.”

“You broke up with her because she was an awful girlfriend in general, not because she was right more often than you were.” Mimi ignores her, continuing to scroll through the notifications while Stella looks over her shoulder. “Wait, woah, go back.”

Mimi scrolls back down, waiting for Stella to tell her to stop. “There’s no way.”

Stella starts jumping up and down, trying not to bring too much attention to them this time. “Did he comment on your photo?”

“Did you tag him in the photo?” 

Stella smirks. “There’s no harm in trying.” 

“I can’t believe you.” 

“What does it say?”

“No.” 

“It has to say more than just, ‘no.’”

“No, I mean,” Mimi says, moving up in the line. “I’m not gonna read it here.”

“Why not?” Stella whines.

“What if he thinks the picture is weird to tag him in? I don’t want to see that while he’s literally on the ice,” she says in a hushed voice. 

“What if he doesn’t?”

“I don’t want to read it.” 

The game ends, Stella somehow gaining full control over Mimi’s phone as the two of them head out to a bar after a quick pit stop at home to change, despite Mimi’s protest for wanting to stay home and read her book instead. Her bed was right there, after all. 

“Go do your thing,” Stella says, heading off to find a table for the two of them while Mimi tries to secure drinks. 

“Hey,” Mimi approaches one guy, pulling out a trick that she got from one of her books. “Buy me a drink if I beat you at tic-tac-toe.”

The guy looks perplexed, agreeing while his friends root him on, Mimi grabbing a napkin from the bar counter and pulling a pen out of her bag. She normally won, considering the fact that the guys were normally too drunk by the time she got to them to think straight enough to play the game. 

This time was no different. She won easily. 

“What do you want?” the guy asks, his friends making fun of him for losing and putting him in a foul mood. 

“Vodka Sour,” she asks for Stella’s drink.

She gets the drink and leaves before he can say or do anything else, heading back to Stella with her drink in hand. 

“Free?”

“Free,” she confirms, seeing her phone in Stella’s hands. “What are you doing?”

Stella smirks, a facial expression that makes her nervous. “Nothing.”

Mimi nods. “I’m gonna try and find another guy.” 

She heads back to the bar, scanning for another person she could get a drink from. She sees a guy talking to a friend, looking nervous. He looked sweet. Maybe she could actually talk to him and bring his friend over for Stella, too.

“Want to play tic-tac-toe?” she asks him, the guy looking like a deer in headlights. “Winner buys drinks?”

“I’ll play,” she hears behind her, the two guys eyes getting wide as they stare at the person. “Mimi, right?”

“Nico?” 

He smiles at her, taking a step closer and reaching over her shoulder to grab a napkin. He brushes against her, sending a shock through her body. “Let’s play.” 

________________________

Mimi gets to baggage claim, trying her best to ignore the fact that she was supposed to be here with Nico, not by herself, as she gets home for Christmas. He wasn’t even going to be with her for that long because of his schedule, but it was supposed to be something, at least. He knew Christmas was her favorite holiday, her favorite time of year, and instead of being with her like he was supposed to be, he was back in New Jersey. 

“Emilia,” she hears her mom calling her name, way louder than she needed to be since there were only about five other people around the carousel, the airport surprisingly empty considering it was December 23rd. Her mother came running up to her, practically tackling her into the bags that were starting to roll around as her father sighed, grabbing Mimi’s bag. 

“Where’s Gram?” Mimi asks. Every single time she came home, without fail, no matter what time of day it was, her grandmother was always there to see her when she got off the plane.

“She’s with Uncle Sam in New York for this Christmas, remember?” Mimi nods, not remembering the conversation her mother goes on to claim they had weeks ago. It was weird that her grandmother wasn’t there. “Where’s Nico?”

Mimi hesitates, another thing that was wrong. She hadn’t told her parents yet. She didn’t know how to. “His practice schedule changed at the last minute, so he had to stay back. He’s going to let me know later if he’s going to be able to come out here.”

Her father nods, incredibly indifferent. Despite how much he seemed to adore Nico, he would rather have less people around the house so he didn’t get overstimulated when he was cooking. More people meant more food he had to keep track of. 

Her mother on the other hand. “Oh, no. He’s not coming? But we haven’t seen him in so long. What if we Facetime him, tell him we can pay for the ticket for him to come. Where’s your phone?”

Mimi swats off her mother’s hand, trying to follow her dad out to their car so she could go home and go to sleep. “Mother, money is not the problem, I promise. He can’t help his practice schedule,” she lies. 

Her mother continues to fret, walking to the car going on and on about how she wished she had known so she didn’t spend all the extra time preparing for Mimi’s boyfriend to come home with her. Mimi lets out a sigh, climbing into the backseat as her father loads her bags into the trunk.

________________________

“Where are we going?” Mimi asks, climbing into Nico’s passenger seat once his car pulls to a stop in front of her building.

He smirks, leaning across the center console, giving her a kiss, one hand on the wheel with another cupping her face. “It’s a surprise.” 

“That’s what someone would say before they dump the body,” Mimi jokes as Nico pulls away from the curb.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mimi,” Nico groans, Mimi noticing the smile on his face regardless of his tone. They had been dating for about a month now, spending more time with him than she spent with Stella despite the fact they lived together. It wasn’t her fault; she couldn’t say no to him when he asked her to do something, no matter what it was. 

Mimi shrugs, a teasing look on her face. “Think about it, it would be perfect to take me to some far off location to commit a felony when I have no idea where we’re going.” 

“Stella has your location.”

“You could steal my phone.”

Nico rolls his eyes. “Mimi, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“Then where are we going?”

“Can’t I surprise you? Please?” he begs, his tone turning a little more serious. 

She sighs, staring out the window as he drives away from the city in an attempt to hide the smile on her face. “I guess.” 

The snow on the ground became more pristine the longer he drove, untouched and perfect as they got away from the more densely populated area they lived in. The trees lining the streets made her wish she lived out here, giving that illusion of serenity that you couldn’t get in the city. 

Nico pulled off the road to follow a gravel path, lined with a wooden fence on either side, just barely wide enough for the car to fit down. 

“This is definitely the perfect place for a murder,” Mimi jokes.

“Jeez,” Nico sighs. “We’re doing something fun.” 

Mimi sees the sign in front of her as Nico starts to slow down, a Christmas tree farm in front of them. She looks at Nico, who was already staring at her with a smile on his face. “So?”

“We’re getting a tree?” Mimi said, feeling herself getting giddy as she unbuckled her seatbelt, practically jumping out of the car.

Nico joins her, taking his hand in hers and leading her closer to the plethora of trees in front of them. “You said you used to love going with your dad and cutting down the perfect tree when you were younger. These are pre-cut, but I figured you could help me pick out the perfect one for my place.”

________________________

“You already have the tree up?” Mimi asks, her heart dropping when she walks into her parents house, seeing what was supposed to be a tradition between her and her dad already there. They never got the tree this early. And they certainly never had it already decorated with lights.

“Mimi,” her mother starts as she beelines for the tree.

“It’s not even real.” Her mouth hangs open as she examines the fake, plastic monstrosity before her, the lights on the tree because it came prelit. “You got a fake tree.”

“Donohue retired.” Mimi stared at her dad, the sad look in his eyes mirroring her own. “There was nowhere to get a real tree this year.”

Mimi nods, knowing it was stupid to get upset over something so trivial, that feeling that something . “We still have all our ornaments, right?”

Her mother comes over to her, putting her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You think we could get rid of those?”

________________________

“What are you doing today?” Nico’s voice comes through Mimi’s phone. 

“Nothing.”

“Now you’re not.” Mimi could hear his smile. “I’m picking you up in five minutes.”

Mimi hangs up without another word, rushing to get ready for him. 

He knocks on her door moments later, coat in hand with plastic bags full of stuff there with him. “Hi,” he says, using his free hand to pull her in for a kiss.

“Hi.” She looks at the bags in his hands, trying to suss out why he had craft supplies with him. “What’s all this?”

“Well,” he starts, pushing past her and heading for her kitchen table, placing the bags down and starting to clear the surface off. “After we got my tree, I realized I don’t have anything to put on it.”

Mimi watches him taking out everything from the bags; paint, markers, stencils, scissors, paper, pipe cleaners; it looked like he raided the store purge style for everything you could possibly think of. “And?”

He organizes everything into piles in front of them, gesturing to his haul. “I thought we could make some ornaments together.” 

Mimi laughs, her heart fluttering as Nico beams at her. “How good are you at arts and crafts?”

Nico smirks. “Horrible. You?”

“Awful.”

“Then this will be fun.”

________________________

“Hey, what time is Celeste getting here?” Mimi asks as she hangs up one her ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ Ornament as high as she could, something she has done every year since she could walk. Her sister was supposed to be getting in before she did if her memory served her correctly. 

Her parents exchange looks behind her back, thinking Mimi didn’t catch them. “She got snowed in.” 

“What?” she asks, nearly dropping the ornament her great-grandmother made. “So when is she going to get here?”

“The snow isn’t supposed to clear until tomorrow.”

“So she should be able to get here tomorrow, then?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” Mimi screams. This was an overreaction on her part, but it was now the third thing that had been wrong with this Christmas, on top of Nico breaking up with her right before she was getting on the plane. “Celeste has to come to Christmas. Where else will she go?”

“She would be with Quinn and his family, I would assume,” her mother says, referring to her sister’s fiance.

Mimi just nods, knowing there was nothing she could do to control it. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still feel upset about it. 

The rest of the day feels like a blur, a weird emptiness knowing her sister wasn’t going to be showing up like she was supposed to, her grandmother was spending Christmas on the other side of the country, and the tree wasn’t real like it had been for as long as she could remember.

That and she kept checking her phone, expecting a text from Nico to show up on her screen, despite the fact that he hadn’t texted her in weeks. 

“Hey, Emilia,” her dad pulls her out of her trance, standing in front of her with the car keys. “Want to run out and grab some things with me?

________________________

“Stop bouncing your leg, you’re shaking the car,” Nico reaches over and presses down on Mimi’s thigh, trying to get her to stop.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, sinking further into his passenger seat. She looks out the window, snow everywhere, less and less cars on the road as they get to the cabin Nico’s friends rented out for the weekend. They had a rare break between games without so much as a practice (according to Nico, this was unheard of), so some of his friends took the opportunity to get away from home for a while and just relax somewhere else.

It looked like Nico was driving her into her death.

It was worse, actually. She had to meet new people and interact with them without anywhere to retreat.

“Our room is the only one on the top floor if they get to be too much,” Nico says, reading her mind. “They’re going to love you.”

They had just had the ‘what are we conversation,’ where Nico let her know that he considered her to be his girlfriend a while ago. Apparently, Nico’s entire team had been referring to Mimi as Nico’s girlfriend for the last month. It was time to actually meet them, and Mimi felt like she would rather run out into the wilderness and disappear with the bears. 

Mimi lets out a deep breath as he turns down the road the GPS told him to turn down. This couldn’t be that bad, could it?

As soon Nico pulled up in front of the cabin, the car seemed to be surrounded by his teammates, screaming about god only knows what and opening every door despite not needing to.

“You said you were bringing the beer,” Luke whines. 

“I did,” Nico deadpans. “You’re barely old enough to drink, calm down.”

“Luke, go back inside,”Jack says, reaching up and trying to mess with Luke’s hair. Luke stomps back inside, Mimi hearing him muttering something about being treated like a child. “He’ll be fine.” 

“I told you not to bring him,” Nico says, handing his teammate the aforementioned case of beer. “He’s too young.”

“Ok, Dad,” he says, Nico rolling his eyes. “You know as well as I do that I couldn’t leave him home when all of us were here.”

Nico hands Mimi her bag from the trunk once she gets out of the car, taking her hand in his and leading her into the cabin. “That’s Jack and Luke.”

Mimi nods, recognizing them from long before she and Nico even started dating. Nico, for some reason, had a habit of forgetting that she actually knew the sport and the team well enough, growing up with her dad being a fan of them since they were in Kansas City and passing it onto her as they relocated to Devner, then to East Rutherford. She probably knew more about the Devils as a franchise because of her father than Nico did as captain. 

They get inside, the heat hitting Mimi’s face. The inside of the cabin was beautiful, the walls entirely made of wood with light fixtures that looked like oil lamps attached to the walls. Thankfully, there were no dead animals stuck to the walls as she had feared, but a huge TV mounted in front of the couches, playing none other than an NHL game on the screen. 

“There’s Dawson, Jesper, and Nate,” Nico points, the three guys waving to them. 

Mimi pulls Nico aside. “I thought you said they were bringing their partners, too.” 

Nico blinks at her. “None of them are seeing anyone.”

“So it’s just you, me, and your teammates?”

Nico nods. “Yeah, of course.”

Mimi nods slowly, biting the inside of her cheek. “I think I’m going to head up to our room.”

Mimi layed on the bed she and Nico were going to share in the cabin, trying to read while Nico and his teammates were screaming downstairs, clearly already drunk despite them only being there for two hours. This wasn’t how the weekend was supposed to go. She was supposed to meet his teammates and their partners as Nico had told her, so she wouldn’t be alone with the guys.

It’s not that she didn’t think she would have fun, it’s just not what she was expecting. 

She hears a knock on the door as she stares up at the ceiling, her book laying facedown, open, on her chest. She was making no progress. Nico pokes his head in before she can say anything. “Can we talk?”

Mimi nods, sitting up and marking her place in her book. 

“You’re mad at me.” Nico sits down on the bed by her feet. 

She sighs. “I’m not mad.”

“But you aren’t happy with me.” 

“I’m annoyed that you didn’t tell me what I was getting into this weekend.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Nico pleaded with her. The look on his face made her chest ache, knowing that he actually wanted to do that. 

Mimi exhales. “Give me,” she hesitates. “Like an hour?”

“Ok.” Nico nods. She stares at him for a second, neither of them moving while the sound of his teammates laughter rings through the house. “Are you not going to go back down?”

“Not without you.” 

“I’m just going to sit here and read,” she tells him, giving him a suspicious look. 

Nico nods again, shifting to rest his back against the headboard, his arm raised for her to cuddle right into. “That’s fine.” 

The two fell into a comfortable silence, Mimi feeling Nico’s eyes on her while she read her book. They stayed that way for two hours, just enough time for Mimi to think of herself as the character in the book falling in love with the man she was going to spend her life with. 

________________________

The two of them drive in silence, Mimi not really caring where they were going. She keeps resisting the urge to check her phone, knowing that she would see her background instead of any notification she would actually care about. 

“So, kid,” her father starts, pulling into the grocery store parking lot. “Nico isn’t coming, is he?”

Mimi looks out the window, pursing her lips and shaking her head. “No.”

“Are you two alright?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

He parks the car, sitting there for a moment. “Ok. Let’s go in.” 

“What are we doing here, anyway?” The two of them walk through the aisles, her dad pushing a carriage with the loudest wheel possible. He had a talent for picking out the most rickety one every time, somehow not caring and not getting annoyed as he shopped.

He starts pulling things from the shelves, ingredients Mimi recognized as being for her favorite ricotta cookies, the recipe that had been passed down through her family from her great-great-grandparents. “Mom thought it would be fun to make these again this year.”

Mimi smiles, looking at his cart to see what he still needed that she could grab. The last thing he needed, the most important ingredient, was the ricotta. She heads over to the cheese, scouring the case for the right one.

“Any luck?” her father appears behind her, seeing the frown on her face. She shakes her head, staring at the case. They had to have the ricotta. They couldn’t make ricotta cookies without it. Her father flags down an employee.

They shrug, shoving their hands in their jean pockets. “If it’s not out here, we must be out. The trucks haven’t been coming in with everything lately.” 

Mimi looks at her dad as the employee stalks away. “What do we do?”

Her dad shrugs, staring at the cart. “We can check another store later, but I guess we can’t make them tonight.”

________________________

The first snowfall of the year happened abnormally early; in October, actually. The last time Mimi remembered an October snowstorm was around 2010, when she was eleven. That resulted in most of her life getting shut down for the week, but at least she didn’t have to go to school.

Mimi remembered staying in while her father cleared the driveway, her and Celeste sitting at the door near the back porch and staring towards the sky while the snow fell toward them, pretending that they were being transported to a different winter wonderland that wasn’t their backyard. Their mother would make mac and cheese and turn on a movie for Celeste while Mimi curled up on the couch, cuddling with her mother while she read whatever book she could get her hands on. The hot chocolate always came later, with extra marshmallows. 

As she got older, it meant no school, then no work, but always snuggling on the couch under her warmest blanket, a movie playing in the background while she read with a mug of hot chocolate next to her. 

She sits down on her couch, getting ready to spend the day not moving when someone is buzzing her apartment to come up, a text from Nico letting her know it was him.

“What are you doing here?” she asks when she opens her door. 

He smiles at her, making her heart skip a beat as he bends down to kiss her. “Practice and the game got cancelled tonight, I thought I would stop by since your location said you were home.” 

“Oh,” she lets out, cringing at the disappointment that she heard come through her voice. She watched Nico’s smile falter.

“Do you want me to go?”

Mimi looked out the window, watching the snow fall even harder than it had just mere minutes ago, Nico already covered in snow as it was. “No, no, it’s not safe for you.”

Nico nods, unsure what to do. 

“I was just about to read my book,” Mimi says, taking his hand and leading him in. 

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. “I thought we could just kinda,” his voice trailed off, his eyes flicking back and forth between her and the hallway leading to her bedroom. “But that’s fine. You can read your book.” 

“I do this every snow day,” Mimi tries not to whine, sitting down on her couch and clutching her book. 

Nico exhales, nodding. “That’s fine,” he repeats, clearing his throat. “What else do you do?” 

Nico sits down next to her, Mimi pulling her book closer to her chest. “I just,” she starts, feeling her heartbeat rising for no reason that she could think of. 

“Hey, hey,” Nico coos, gently bringing her into his chest. He kissed the top of her head, one hand rubbing her back while the other rested on her lap. “I can leave. If you don’t want me here, I will leave. If it’s not safe to go I will just sit in the hallway.”

Mimi lets out a strangled laugh, picturing him playing games on his phone while he posted up outside her door, probably staying there until one of her neighbors ventured out of their place and called someone to come take away the man sitting outside an apartment he didn’t live in. “I put on a movie in the background and then just sit with my blanket and read it.” 

“Can I join you?”

“You want to watch the movie or do you want a book?” Nico shifts, getting up and heading down the hall to her room. “That’s not an answer,” she calls after him.

He comes back, waving a book in his hands. “I’ll read and then if I get bored, I’ll fall back on the movie.”

Mimi stares at the book he picked, her heart swelling in her chest. “That’s my favorite book.”

“I know. That’s why I want to read it again.” 

________________________

Mimi and her father finally get home, the one missing ingredient for some reason impossible to find and the remaining groceries unable to be left in the car for much longer without ruining them, too. 

“I’ll head out in the morning again and see if I can find it,” her dad tries to reassure her when he pulls into the driveway. 

She heads inside to her old room. Every little thing has gone wrong so far, it seemed, but why should it bother her? She was going to be with her family at Christmas, something she hadn’t really been able to do the last few years because of work. Her sister might not be here,or her grandmother, or her boyfriend, but still with her parents.

Her ex-boyfriend.

Staring at the walls of the room she grew up in, seeing the posters from the musicals that she was in when she was in middle school and high school taped above her bed, the game-day posters from the games she went to with her dad as a child surrounding her closet, the awards she won for various random clubs and activities she did in order to go to college where she did above her bookcase. 

Mimi thinks back to her packing job, trying to remember what books she brought with her for the trip. She had the one she read while she was in the airport and on the plane, but she finished that right before her plane landed, putting that back in her bag and spending the rest of the time in the air logging the book rather than starting another one. Did she even bring another one?

She remembers plugging in her e-reader before she started packing, but did she ever unplug it and pack it? She texts Stella to check and unplug it so she doesn’t murder her prized possession while away. 

“Mom,” Mimi yells, not waiting for any acknowledgement. “What books do you have?”

“Check our bedroom,” she hears, heading to the bookcase that’s against the wall. 

“I’ve read all of these,” she yells back, trying not to let a whining tone come through her voice. And she actually had. Most of her parents were her old books that she had read that she gave to them, or that she bought separate copies of for them. The books her parents got on their own somehow found their way into Mimi’s hands, leaving her with nothing. 

Her mom appears in the doorway, a concerned look on her face while she watches her daughter stare defeated at the books. She checks her watch, grabbing her wallet from her closet. “Take my library card and check out what you want. They’re still open for another hour or so.” Mimi takes the card and stares at it. She wasn’t even sure if this was allowed. Wasn’t it some sort of fraud to use someone else’s library card? “I have a book on hold, I’ll call them and let them know they can give it to you. Go.”

Mimi gets pushed out the door and handed the keys, faster than she can even process what was going on. 

She hadn’t been inside her hometown library since she was in high school, everything still exactly the same except for the self check out computers they added for when the librarians were busy. They had set up a holiday book display, Mimi beelining there in hopes of finding anything that could potentially put her in a better mood. 

Mimi picks up a book with two girls on the cover, some sapphic holiday romance that had been on her radar since October when someone she followed on social media had posted about it. 

“Emilia?” She snaps away from the book to see a guy standing in front of her, someone who she swore looked familiar but couldn’t, for the life of her, remember why she knew him. “Niall Walsh.”

The guy she went to junior prom with. Shit, he looked good. “Of course, how are you?” she asks him, trying to sound enthusiastic about seeing him. She just needed to get books and go home.

“Good, good. You’re still out in New Jersey?”

They fall into a stupid conversation, Mimi trying to back away and find more books for her stay. She needed at least three to survive the holiday. 

“A bunch of us are heading to the green later to skate, you should join us,” Niall offers, starting to list off people from high school Mimi hadn’t kept in touch with.

“That sounds so nice, but I’ve gotta help my mom with stuff for the holidays.” 

Niall finally says goodbye with his books in hand, letting her know that she was still welcome to join if she had the time.

She didn’t want to go ice skating. It made her think of Nico. 

________________________

“For fucks sake,” Mimi huffs, kicking the door open. “Next time we want to move, we’re not doing it in the middle of winter, and we aren’t doing it in the middle of your season.”

Nico laughs, getting up from the couch and grabbing the box from her. They had been together for over a year, finally making the decision to move in together. “Both of our leases were up and you would hate moving in the summer, too.”

“I’m somehow sweating and freezing. This is awful.” 

“How many more boxes are in your car?”

“All my books.” 

“There’s no way you fit all of those in your car.”

Mimi makes a face, taking Nico’s hand and dragging him back downstairs. “Stella might also be there with her car full of my books.”

Nico sighs with a lazy smile on his face, puts his arm around her and pulls her close as they walk outside and kisses the side of her head. “That’s my girl.”

“You have too many fucking books,” Stella mutters, opening her trunk. “I nearly died because I couldn’t see out my windows.”

“You were probably fine,” Nico deadpans, checking his phone. “Jack and Luke said they’ll be here in an hour with the truck.” 

“You’re meeting them back at our place?”

“My place.”

“Your place.” The two stare at each other, the gravity of Mimi moving out just about to hit them.

Nico clears his throat, hoping to distract them long enough that they can have their moment inside rather than out on the street. “Let’s get these books inside before it gets dark out.”

The girls unload the cars, boxes upon boxes of books being brought up to the new apartment and placed haphazardly throughout the space. 

“Where are all of these going, anyway?” Stella huffs, setting down a book that Mimi had labelled as ‘Fantasy,’ meaning that all of her biggest books were stuffed in there.

“We have the second bedroom that we’re turning into a reading space,” Nico says. 

Stella nods. “Well,” she straightens her back, all of them feeling the pain of moving too many boxes. “I’m going to go back and meet the idiots for the rest.” She leaves before the girls can say anything else to each other, both of them avoiding the fact that they wouldn’t be living together anymore after nearly seven years. They were so close to having a common law marriage.

Mimi looks at Nico, staring at all the boxes scattered around them. “We have to unpack these.” 

Nico smiles at her. “I have a better idea.” 

Mimi eyes him curiously, watching him head to one of the closets that she still wasn’t sure held, Nico pulling things out. “Ice skates?” she asks, staring at the two pairs in his hands.

“There’s a pond that’s frozen over behind the building, we can take a break before it gets dark.” 

“We’ve never gone skating before,” Mimi points out. “You don’t even know if I can.”

Nico hands her the pair meant for her, taking her hand and grabbing his keys as they head out. “You’re probably better than me.”

“Obviously. You’re pretty shit at skating, aren’t you?” she teases him.

Nico laughs. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

________________________

“Did you leave any books for other people?” her dad teases her when she comes back through the door.

“There’s still all the books written by Republicans.”

“Do they know how to write books?”

Mimi hears her mother scold him for that one, trying to stifle her own laugh so she isn’t scolded as well. “I have enough books for the time that I’m here. I think. Don’t worry.” 

Mimi heads up to her room, flopping down on her bed with a book open in her hand. She didn’t need anyone else to be here for it to be Christmas for her. She could just be with her parents and whatever other family they had coming over this year. 

She reads her book, a group of friends going to one of their parents' houses for the holidays because none of them have anywhere else to do until they realize that two of them were not only together previously, but one had left the other at the altar. 

Mimi sits up straight on her bed, shutting the book as fast as she could. She had to stop going into books blind. Every time, without fail, they reminded her of the things that were going wrong in her life.

________________________

“When do we have to leave?” Nico asks, his arms wrapped around Mimi as they lay in bed, the snow falling outside and coating the window, his bare chest against hers. 

Mimi hums, turning herself to nestle into his shoulder. She didn’t want to leave this moment. “Our flight is at noon.” 

Mimi was heading home for Thanksgiving this year, bringing Nico home with her for the first time. Her parents had met him before, but this was her whole family now. They had been dating for two years at this point, living together for almost a year, and at this point, they both decided it was time to meet her family.

It was terrifying. 

“Ugh, shit,” Nico groans, letting go of her and getting out of bed. “I need to shower, then.” 

Mimi lays in their bed for a few moments, trying to fathom taking a boy home with her. Not just any boy, but the one she lived with, the one she loved.

One of the phones on the nightstand makes some noise, Mimi hearing the shower starting in the bathroom. She reaches over for the one lit up, not sure whose she was grabbing. 

Her mom’s first name came up as the contact sending a message.

“Nico, my mom is texting you.” 

She hears something fall in the shower. “You can just leave it,” he yells back, a weird tone in his voice.

Why would her mom be texting him? Normally, she texted both of them in a group chat that included her father, Celeste, and Quinn, regardless of who she actually needed to talk to. Her mom never even texted her separately, even on her birthday. 

Mimi knew Nico’s passcode. She could just open his phone and look at what they were talking about. 

But why would she do that? Mimi shook her head, putting the phone back on the nightstand and started to get ready, pushing the thought of Nico and her mom talking about something that she couldn’t know about from her mind every time it popped up. 

They had to focus on finishing up the last of their packing and getting to the airport, which they had less than an hour to get to, at this point. 

“Babe, hurry up,” she yells, throwing the last things they needed in their bags, Nico still in the bathroom fucking around. “We need to leave, like, five minutes ago.” 

“I’m good, I’m ready,” he says, emerging from the bathroom, his hair still soaked. “And we have plenty of time before we need to leave.” He grabs his phone, Mimi seeing him open the text from her mom and a smile growing on his face. 

________________________

Mimi finishes one book and quickly moves onto the next, losing track of time. The last thing she remembered, the SecUnit was freaking out about dying and not saving its humans. 

Next thing she knows, it’s three am, her lights are still on, her book is still in her hand miraculously with her page saved by her finger, and something was making noise downstairs. Actually, someone.

Mimi practically launches herself out of bed, finding the kitchen lights on and her sister checking the fridge. “What the fuck?” she breathes out, grabbing Celeste into a hug. 

“Hi, to you, too,” Celeste laughs, Quinn in the background going through cabinets. “We need food.” 

“I thought your flight couldn’t come in?”

“Quinn here drove us.”

“From Vancouver?”

Quinn shrugs, the normal sullen look on his face made even worse from the exhaustion of the long drive. “Celeste had to get here.”

“Yeah,” she says, taking Mimi’s hand and leading her to the kitchen table. “How are you?” She had called her sister almost immediately after it happened to tell her. 

“Good.” Celeste gives her that look that tells her she knows it’s a lie. “Fine.” Another look. Mimi sighs, letting out the words she hadn’t said out loud to anyone. “I miss him.” 

________________________

Her family loved Nico. 

Her little cousins flocked to him, her aunts and uncles raved about how easy he was to talk to. Celeste nearly drooled over him despite Quinn standing right next to him and her having seen him plenty of times on TV. Her parents, Mimi was sure, wished he was their actually child. They would trade Mimi for three mini cans of soda and a bag of corn chips if it meant Nico was their son. 

Mimi was watching Nico play with her youngest cousin, Vivianna, as she showed Nico all the dolls she brought with her and told him about all of them in that high-pitched toddler babble she was probably going to have grown out of by Christmas. Her chest ached at the sight of his smile at Vivianna, finding herself daydreaming about him with their own kid one day. 

“Hey,” her mom pulls her out of her trance. “Can you go grab my phone on my nightstand? It has the recipe for the mac and cheese and I need to take out the turkey in a second.”

“Got it.” 

She heads upstairs to her parents room, finding the phone, an unread message notification from Nico from a couple of hours ago on the screen. She was looking for the recipe, not the messages. It was saved in her mother’s notes app, and that was all she needed to look for. 

But her mom told her to get her phone. She could see the messages and then just ‘unread’ the one Nico had sent her. 

No. That was crazy. What was she even worried about? Her mom and Nico haven’t some sort of illicit affair? That would never happen. 

She shakes her head of the thought. She was going crazy over nothing. Mimi unlocks her mothers phone, expecting to find her home screen with all her apps, her notes app in the bottom left hand corner of the main dock. 

Instead it opened right to Nico’s messages. 

Mimi couldn’t help herself. She scrolls up to the last few messages, her mom for some reason either not replying to him or deleting all of her messages to him, leaving only what Nico sent. 

It was links upon links of engagement rings. 

And she hated every single one of them.

“Mimi,” her mother yells up the stairs. “Did you find my phone?”

Shit. “Yeah,” she sets the message back to being unread and pulls up the notes app just as her mom appears in the doorway. “Here, sorry. I grabbed Dad’s phone instead.”

Her mother eyes her suspiciously, looking at the other nightstand where the other phone sat. “No problem, let’s head back down stairs. Nico was looking for you.”

Nico. 

________________________

“I think you should call him,” Celeste says, ignoring the fact that Quinn was falling asleep in the chair next to her. Actually, Mimi was sure that he was already asleep.

Mimi shakes her head. “He wanted to propose, to get married, to spend our lives together and he didn’t even know what kind of ring I liked? He doesn’t know me.”

“You’re an idiot,” Celeste sighs.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“No, I’m supposed to call you out when you’re being a fucking dumbass.” 

“What did I do wrong here?”

“Mimi, the ring is not important.” Celeste reaches across the table and takes her sister's hands. “You love Nico and he loves you. You guys talked about getting married, didn’t you? The ring can be changed, but if you wait too long, it might not be Nico who gives it to you.”

Before Mimi can respond, Quinn stirs and startles the sisters, shifting on the table. He sits up, his forehead bright red from where he was resting. “Can we go to bed?” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.

Celeste helps get him out of the chair. “Yeah, babe.” She leads him out of the kitchen, leaving Mimi sitting there by herself. “Maybe think about calling him tomorrow? Tell him what you saw on our mother’s phone and tell him you’re an idiot?”

Mimi laughed at her sister’s bluntness. She had been wanting to call Nico for the last few weeks since she broke up with him. Worst of all, she did it while he was on a road trip and took a bag of things out and back to Stella’s place. She never went and got all her things, all her books. 

She heads up to her room, her phone flashing 4:00 am. She had to get to sleep if she wanted to be ready for whatever chaos her family brought with them when they got to their house the next afternoon. 

________________________

Mimi was shaking, walking down the street with an overnight bag slung over her shoulder, heading to Stella’s.

Nico was away on a west coast road trip for over a week already, scheduled to come back the next day. She had been keeping him at arm's length since Thanksgiving, since the text messages to her mother. Everything felt weird, between them and Nico had no idea why. Mimi couldn’t talk to him.

Her phone was in her hand, Nico’s number typed from memory ready to call, all she had to do was press the green button. They had talked earlier that morning, when he woke up, but she couldn’t say anything to him. 

She goes for it, knowing that she had to say something to him as to why she wasn’t at their apartment when he got home. 

“Hey, babe,” he answers groggily after a couple of rings. Mimi takes the phone away from her ear, trying to figure out the time difference. He was at the end of his pre-game nap, just waking up. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to Stella’s.”

“Oh, ok,” she hears him say, the ruffling of sheets as he sits up. He yawns, Mimi able to picture him stretching as he does so. “Are you guys doing a girl’s night?”

“No, um, I’m going to move back in with her.” Nico doesn’t say anything, Mimi standing outside her old building, checking to see if the call dropped.

Nico finally clears his throat. “You’re what?”

Mimi could feel the tears coming, trying to hold them back. As soon as she started to cry, she knew he would hear it in her voice. “I can’t do this anymore, Nico.” 

“What are you saying?” She hears him getting out of bed, shuffling around the hotel room. He was frantic, things falling over, Nico bumping into things, probably in a panic. 

Mimi hesitates. “That I’m done.”

He stops. “That we’re done,” he clarifies for her.

She can feel her chest start to tighten, a lump forming in her throat. “Yeah.” 

Mimi hangs up without letting him get in another word, telling herself that she didn’t want to let him listen to the first sob that came out of her. She couldn’t read the text that he had sent trying to make sense of what just happened, telling her that he loved her and knew she loved him, that he wanted to figure this out and get through whatever was going on.

Stella appears outside, holding the door open for her just as Mimi bursts into tears, bringing her friend in for a hug. 

“What happened?” 

Mimi can’t get a word out between her crying, feeling ridiculous for doing this on the street. Stella tries to console her, dragging her in the building. “You’re gonna be ok. Stay as long as you need. You’re heading to your parents in a few days, anyway.” 

________________________

Mimi woke up to her mother standing over her like she was back in high school and had snoozed her alarm one too many times. “It’s almost noon, are you going to get up?”

“Ugh,” Mimi lets out, swearing in her mind. She jolts out of bed, trying to find all the clothes she had planned to wear that never managed to get unpacked from her bag. 

“Everyone gets here in an hour.”

“I know, Mom.” Mimi nearly falls over trying to get her pants on, her mother just standing there watching.

“Anything from Nico?”

Mimi stops, her pajama top in one hand, the sweater she was planning on wearing in the other as she looks at the smirk her mom had on her face. “I just woke up and haven’t looked at my phone yet, I’m not sure.”

Her mother nods. “Just let us know if someone needs to go pick him up at the airport.” She leaves without another word. 

Mimi shakes it off, whatever weirdness her mother gave off probably just from the normal anxiety that came with hosting their family for Christmas Eve. Both sides of the family showed up, which meant the most chaos possible for their family. She heads downstairs, going through the motions of helping her father get the food ready, setting the tables, trying to find the bag of toys that had somehow completely disappeared since Thanksgiving that they kept for the little ones.

The doorbell rings, Mimi hearing one of her aunts call that she was letting herself in as she always did, a container of gingerbread cookies with her to hand off to Mimi. The rest of the family starts to filter in, the entire house filled with talking, laughing, screaming, and everyone in a good mood.

Except for Mimi. 

“You didn’t call him, did you?” Celeste pulls her aside. 

Mimi shakes her head, taking out her phone since she knew Celeste would make her call him now anyway. She types in his number, pressing the call button without hesitating.

“It went right to voicemail.” Mimi knew the color drained from her face, her heart dropping to her stomach. Did he block her? 

She tries to pull up his location, the last time his phone registering one being at Newark Airport around the same time Celeste got home. He couldn’t be travelling for hockey.

Celeste bites her lip, a concerned look on her face. “He’s probably just busy. His phone is off.”

“What if I can’t get him back?” Mimi felt like crying, again. She really fucked this up.

Celeste pulls her in for a hug. “Then we figure it out.” 

The sisters are interrupted by one of their father’s brothers, yelling something about Quinn being too quiet for the family and how he was sure they would break him out of his shell. Celeste immediately leaves to try to save her boyfriend, Mimi laughing at the image of the poor boy panicking over the anxiety that their family could cause. 

The doorbell rings, the rest of the family too loud for anyone but Mimi, who had happened to wander by the door on her way to the kitchen, to hear. She was sure everyone was already there, her mother not mentioning that anyone was going to be late.

She checks through the small window at the top, the angle of the glass distorting any good view of the person she could have. All Mimi could see was brown hair pacing back and forth on the front porch. 

Mimi opens the door. “Nico?” Her heart swells as he stops pacing, pulling her in for a hug as she shuts the door, not wanting her family to hear any of their conversation. “What are you doing here?”

He pulls away from her slightly to look at her, his one hand still on her waist and he brushes her hair off her face with the other, tucking it behind her cheek. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, and my texts. Stella, Celeste, and Quinn have all called me or Jack or Luke trying to figure out what happened.”

She sighs, wanting to bury herself in his chest and forget everything ever happened. “I saw the rings you sent my mom.”

“And?”

“I hated them.”

“I knew you would.” 

“What?”

Nico laughs, pulling her back into his chest. “I sent those to your mom because I knew at some point, your mom would ask you to pull up something on her phone for her, and I don’t want you knowing what you’re going to get when I do ask you.”

“When you do?”

“When I do ask you, it’ll be perfect for you.” 

Mimi doesn’t say anything, pulling him in for a kiss instead. She could feel him smile against her lips, his hands tightening around her waist. 

“I do have this for you, though,” Nico pulls away, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small ring box. “It’s what I’m going to put your ring in.”

Mimi raises her eyebrow at him as he encourages her to open it. “What’s on the lining?” Nico smiles, Mimi staring at the lines and marks. “Holy shit.” Her eyes grow wide when the realization hits her.

“It’s our tic-tac-toe game from the night we met.”

Mimi hugs him, nuzzling his face against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat as he holds her tight. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hey, there you are,” Celeste interrupts, the door open with their entire family standing there watching. Mimi felt her face get hot as they all gave the two of them knowing looks.  “Look who crashed Christmas.” 

[earlgreylatte]

ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔇𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯

(Yandere GL x Blue Lantern Reader) You two needed each other, that was an indisputable fact. And even if they went too far, you would be there to hold them back, running your fingers through their hair while gently soothing them. After all, it’s the least you can do as their Blue Lantern.

Hal Jordan:

Surprisingly romantic about the whole thing. While he was never a big believer of fate, there was something about the fact that you two humans were picked out by such complimentary rings to answer a higher calling. There was something that tied you two together.

Insists on sticking together, it’s just rational considering how your ring only runs on full power when in the presence of his, and that only means you do more good. He’s able to use his feats to convince the Guardians and Saint Walker to okay a more long term partnership between the two of you.

And you don’t protest. Your efficiency and chance of survival more than doubles with a Green Lantern with you, and Hal always makes sure you have the time to fulfill both your duties. And it’s nice being around him. It’s reassuring having someone always at your side. He makes you laugh, he always want to try new food with you while introducing you to some of his favourites, he loves to take you to fly after sneaking you into the airfield, he adores you.

And you find yourself returning his feelings. He convinces you to move in quickly after that, citing it makes more sense to split rent if you two are going to constantly be off world. Things are good with Hal. Sure he can get jealous, but as a Blue Lantern you do a good job at calming him down and tempering his anger. Even if he’s the stubborn type to never take ‘no’ as an answer, you at least have the ability to soften him to see reason.

When the rest of the Blue Lantern corps are slaughtered, he becomes increasingly overprotective. He urges you to keep your ring, that you two will be able to handle any enemy as long as you stick together. You only need to boost his ring and he’ll take care of the rest while you sit there and look pretty.

Refuses to leave your side, your ring only works defensively without him, it would be a death sentence if you two were to part. Wherever you go, he follows. And if you’re worried about your ring diminishing too much of the emotional spectrum, then he’ll just take care of some other ring wielders to even it out.

So you two continue as lanterns, his anger bubbling until you wash it away with kisses that trail down until he’s groaning and sighing, as is clockwork. You admittedly have a symbiotic relationship, but you’ve always been a pragmatist. You two belong together, just like your rings do.

“So good for me,” Hal breathes out looking down at you, before throwing his head back with a breathy moan when you hum against him, licking up his length. “You take such good care of me…because that’s, ah, what we do for each other. And I’d, fuck, I’d kill anyone that even looks at you.”

Kyle Rayner

Even if he spent a short time as a Blue Lantern, sometimes he struggles with mustering up the faith to enact his will. It’s why he liked being around you. You, more than him, embodied hope, in every word and action. He honestly puts you on a pedestal. You’re just so…good. You could do no wrong in his eyes. And he feels even more protective if you’re the only current Blue Lantern around after the corps was massacred.

He lets you choose where you two go outside of missions. He could care less about ever setting foot on Earth again if you’re not there. Visiting planets overgrown by nature, covered with flora so unlike the ones you’re familiar with, or planets so developed and metropolitan they put Metropolis to shame, he wants to see everything there is, as long as you’re by his side.

And if you ever choose to take off on your own, don’t be surprised to run into him, feigning surprise and suggesting you two stick together if you’re going to be in the same place anyway. Kyle may come off as agreeable to your whims, but he is more than willing to push at your boundaries if you intend to leave his sight or endanger yourself.

And can you blame him? He’s already lost so much and he’s so alone, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something happened to you, especially with all the enemies with a vendetta against him for being a Green Lantern. Ones that would kill you to just to get to him. Ones you couldn’t hope to win against without him at your side.

He’s always starting at you, sometimes with a dopey, love sick grin, other times he’s just silently observing you, noting every detail, whether it’s a beauty mark or a scratch, he’ll always notice. Eventually, you’re all he’s drawing, until he’s losing sleep because he wants to make sure even a quick sketch really captures you.

While he isn’t the violent type, preferring to whisk you away from smaller annoyances and conflicts, he is more than willing to fight for your sake against any threat, becoming increasingly erratic at the thought of you being harmed. Might even dissociate, only snapping back to reality when you’re pulling him away from a mess of red.

Might create constructs of you in the rare event you two are apart, most likely because of Oa business or if he’s watching you far afar, tracing his fingers over the green countenance that mimics yours. Hopefully, you don’t leave him too pent up because things might get laughably pathetic for him otherwise.

“You feel so…good,” Kyle nearly whimpers the first time he enters you, entranced in the way you clench around him as you stare up at him dazed, only thinking about him as he fills you so well. “So beautiful, so pretty, fuck, you’re so, so perfect.”

Jessica Cruz:

She spent years as a shut in after her friends were murdered in front of her, do not underestimate how much that still affects her even with the ring. Is hit with bouts of paranoia and overthinking if you mention going off on your own, even if you’re together she doubts her ability to keep you safe.

But at the same time, with you at her side, she feels more assured than ever. Doubts and anxiety seem to leave her when you’re near, your mere presence enough to reassure and motivate her to keep going. She only hopes she can do the same for you, even if it’s just because her ring is able to aid yours.

Very clingy, always holding hands with you or pressing her shoulders and hips against yours. Befriends your friends very quickly, not that you mind considering how isolated she once was. If you ever insist on some alone time or going out without her, she guilts you pretty easily. And against her survivors guilt and trauma, it will be hard to say no to her in general.

Mostly convinces you to stay home with her or go camping when you’re not working or in space. She prefers the quiet and having you to herself. She teaches you a lot about the wilderness and basic survival techniques. Definitely loves quality time.

Might become the most noticeably codependent, and if other concerned Lanterns or heroes brought it up to her, encouraging her to branch out more, she would become defensive. After all, the purpose of your ring is to assist hers. And she needs you, more than Hal, John, or anyone else from the corps. Hasn’t she been alone enough already?

Becomes terrified if you’re the last Blue Lantern around, and might even encourage you to give up the ring if it puts a target on your back. Might regress to her shut in tendencies if you don’t put your foot down.

Refuses to let you out of her sight if you’re able to convince her that you’ll be fine, becoming your personal guard dog, even when you’re using the washroom.

Sometimes you feel like Jessica wants to drown you, pressing all her weight against yours, until the only thing that that you can see and smell is her, her mouth hot against your skin as she follows a path from your chest to your tummy, “I always worry about you, whether you’re okay or some psycho got their hands on you, I know people think I’m too much, but I’d be nothing without you.” She admits, tone somber as if her fingers weren’t tracing over your sex.

Yes, Blue Lanterns just scream enabler to me LMAO wdym you’re so broken with a green lantern but virtually useless without one, like yeah I’d be clinging to Hal, I don’t want to die😭

The title font is killing me, like the only thing I see is ‘⛓️⛓️🥀🥀’, I should not be trusted with font generators lol! And yes, I’m a Cloak and Dagger main in Marvel Rivals

Masterlist

[vidavalor]

*pops up in cloud of smoke; dusts off jacket a la Beez* Hi there! 💕I was paged in the comments by @turquoisedata & am glad that I was because I love the stuff you were mentioning in your first paragraph. I don't think it has much to do with why we're getting a 90 minute movie-- that's just an industry-standard length thing-- but you've tickled my brain on the other, multiple references to ninety as a quantity of something. Let's see what kind of word history magic I can stir up here that might be of use.

Ninety is a mix of the number nine and an evolution of tig, which meant ten. It comes from the fact that, obviously, ninety = nine groups of ten. So, if we're looking at what's going on with ninety, we're really actually looking mostly at the wordplay and other meanings of the number nine with a dash of the number ten, and we'd want to go to history for that and where it could tie into Crowley & Aziraphale's story & the story as a whole.

Let's do this backwards and start with ten because it might make more sense that way. The number ten, in Roman numerals, is the letter X. This is why the name that Crowley and Aziraphale gave to the bookshop that is noted in Furfur's copy of Demon's Guide to Angelic Beings Who Walk the Earth is Angelic Embassy X.

It's a layer of humor in the scene when Crowley storms out of the bookshop, all upset, after the argument with Aziraphale in 2.01: Oh, I can't do this, I'm just so angry [an ang is a fish]... One, two... ten!

So, why Angelic Embassy X?

The letter X means a whole variety of things: it can refer to something considered "wrong" in the view of someone else. It can refer to something experimental-- which we know the bookshop embassy is, as it's really the only thing like it. It can be used between two or more names to refer to a collaboration. It's shorthand for adult things (*Gabriel voice* pornography) and it also is part of the shorthand of xo, referring to hugs and kisses. In math, x refers to an independent variable.

The address to the bookshop also contains the number ten. Since Aziraphale has basically built the street for the last few hundred years, he probably was able to pick the number so we can count that as part of the wordplay, too (and we should anyway, as it's a detailed kind of story 😉...) The address, according to Demon's Guide, is 105 Whickber Street.

There are other angles to explore with the number 105. (Anyone else who is into Buddhism or used to watch Lost is currently like if only it were 108! 😂) There might be things I'm missing but number 105 is not really that interesting and neither, honestly, is the number five from an etymological point of view. There are aspects to the number five's history though, that are really interesting and relevant to Crowley & Aziraphale.

You could get into iambic pentameter in poetry and its ties to Shakespeare, for one option. There are mathematical aspects to it that could be seen as fun applied to the story-- it's a safe prime number, for instance. There are ties to the Bible but Good Omens is a wordplay-happy religious satire... I'd look at the words with everything first before I got too deep into Biblical lore. It's not irrelevant but after a long time happily pouring over this story, the words >>>>>>>>>> everything else. Stuff from the Bible that doesn't fit with the wordplay or the themes isn't really relevant in a story that is only really using it to skewer religion anyway.

I'm sure that the real joke with 105 Whickber Street here is that 105 is 1 + 0 + 5 = 6. It's a reference to the number six, which comes from the Latin verb sex. Off the top of my head, other instances of wordplay around six/sex are in the six shots of espresso innuendo, which I looked at over here, as well as Aziraphale grinning flirtatiously with the whole "I have in my hand a sixpence..." bit in 1941. On the farthing, the other coin? A nightingale-wren bird. 😉 Aziraphale is flirting about their secret language in that secret language in that already-meta-in-ten-different-ways scene.

And so! We come to the number nine.

Nine is an odd prime number. You can multiply it by any number and the sum of the numbers you receive will always be divisible by the number nine. Because of how magical-seeming a number it is, it factors into different cultural histories. Of what I know of those things, the most relevant here off the top of my head would probably be The Nine Orders of Angels/Christian Angelic Hierarchy and The Nine Muses.

Good Omens has its own ideas about the power structure of angels in Heaven but it is taking the names of the levels of rank an angel could have from Christian theology and that has nine orders-- thrones, dominions, virtues, principalities, etc.. Good Omens has put its own spin on it for the purpose of its satire but Crowley & Aziraphale cheekily using wordplay around the number nine when it relates to Heaven in this way would make sense.

The other thing that's relevant is probably the Greek Muses, of which there were nine. The Muses are the goddesses of science, literature, and the arts. From them, the word muse evolved to mean artistic inspiration. There is wordplay around The Muses in Good Omens in the show and the novel in a few places, my favorite of which is a winking use of a word that derived from muse, which is amusing, used several times across both the book (the Milton Keynes paragraph, in particular, cracks me up) and in the series.

Something that is amusing, in the etymology-happy vocabulary of Crowley and Aziraphale and Good Omens as a whole, is both humorous and artistically inspiring. All art and music and literature is inspiring in many different ways to Crowley and Aziraphale. The two of them are both artists in their own rights and both really are the Muses themselves-- inspirational and influential goddesses of art and science and literature.

One of the ways that they find such things to be artistically inspiring😉, though, is probably best summed up by...

Dear Diary, Last month, Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburgh and he insisted that I visit a graveyard at midnight! He said he had come upon something he thought would amuse me.

Would someone please write me Crowley's Archangel Gabriel jerkoff fantasies, I'm begging you. 😂

Anyyyyyway... that's maybe some of the reasons why they like the word ninety. Aziraphale might have had more (but not less) than ninety guineas in his wallet on their date in 1827 but he phrased the amount using words in their vocabulary. (Crowley was out of it at the time but, amusingly, not so much so that he wasn't also wording-- pretend and proper are Ineffable Husbands Speak/nightingale language vocab words.) Crowley can't do "90 miles per hour in central London" for reasons including he might hit someone and also the ninety stuff we've looked at and also that the word mile is one that has deep ties to ancient Rome. (See: fish-related meta linked earlier in post.)

Aziraphale getting his driver's license "90 years ago" is wordplay that's also riffing on some aspects of literal things. In the later scene when Aziraphale gets into the car, alone, to take it to Edinburgh, we see him basically magically getting the car to drive itself as opposed to actually manually driving it.

Aziraphale can drive the car with his mind, magically, and he probably has a piece of paper from the British government that says he can legally drive a car but he didn't actually go get a driver's license 90 years earlier. He doesn't really know how to manually drive the literal car-- The Bentley-- but he's not really talking about The Bentley in the "90 years ago" scene.

Aziraphale is continuing the sexual metaphor from S1 where he's the bookshop (which is an overall metaphor in the story, as well-- it's why the whole plot becomes will the demons get into the bookshop? in S2, metaphorical for a mental health breakdown). In this analogy, if he's the bookshop, then Crowley is The Bentley.

Aziraphale is poking gentle fun at the fact that he has long since been licensed to drive "The Bentley"-- Crowley-- but Crowley is reluctant to let Aziraphale drive the literal car. He's proposing they trade, as they always otherwise do in bed-- Crowley can take the bookshop and Aziraphale can take the car. The whole mock-bickering over taking the car versus going by train is really about which one of them is topping the next time they have sex.

Crowley bought the literal Bentley in the 1930s, which is 90 years ago when Aziraphale says that line in S2. So, if Aziraphale says he's been licensed to drive the car since Crowley first decided he wanted to own one, then this is really Aziraphale saying he's been licensed to drive Crowley (has had his enthusiastic consent) since Crowley first decided he'd like to go for a ride with Aziraphale.

Aziraphale passed that driver's test with flying colors! As he says, back then, they (Crowley) didn't even require tests but Aziraphale insisted.😉 The original meaning of require was actually inquiry-- it was to ask.

Back then, long before the invention of the car lol, when Aziraphale first was granted permission to "drive The Bentley", Crowley wasn't the one who asked. Aziraphale, as he says, insisted. Original meanings: to pursue, to urge, to encourage.

As we saw back in S1:

The Number 90

I couldn’t sleep last night, and for some reason, “‘How much have you got in your wallet, angel?’ ‘About 90 Guineas’,” kept running through my head. This morning, I was still thinking about it, along with, “You can’t drive 90 miles an hour in central London,” and, “I passed my driving test 90 years ago.” That’s weird. That’s a lot of random mentions of the number 90.

And of course, nothing in this show is random. I don’t know anything about numerology, so I did a quick Google search to see if I could find something. There wasn’t a lot, but it looks like the number 90 is supposed to be an angelic number, and represents embarking on a spiritual journey to achieve enlightenment and inner peace. It is a reminder to be more philanthropic, kind, and compassionate. Which kind of makes sense, given the contexts in which it was mentioned and Aziraphale’s general character arc. But, that’s still kind of random.

Apparently, the number 90 is also mentioned five times in the Bible. It is mentioned three times in the show, so then I thought maybe we were going to get two more mentions in the last season as some kind of biblical parallel (assuming it is actually significant in some way). And then I got sad, because it was probably yet one more cool little detail that was going to be cut out due to time constraints, because we’re not getting a full final season anymore, we’re just getting a 90…minute…movie. A 90 MINUTE MOVIE. The last movie is 90. MINUTES. LONG.

What does this mean???!!

Does anyone have any ideas about this?

[moonstonejpg]

fangtastic (r.sukuna x reader)

cw: blood, suggestive themes, kidnapping

pls let me know if you want a part two (might write one anyway tho hehe)

vampire!sukuna who despises all mortals until he’s walking past the opening of a brand new coffee shop and through the heavy scent of coffee comes the most delectable scent of blood he’s ever smelled. it’s so strong it nearly knocks him to his knees, legs locking and nose tilting up involuntarily to chase the scent. he focuses on the scent, wondering who could possibly be emanating something so tantalizing, but narrows his eyes when he realizes it’s coming from a human. he tuts to himself, sensing the steady heartbeat, but—shockingly, can’t find it in himself to be disgusted.

vampire!sukuna who is still thinking of the scent hours later, tongue absentmindedly running across his fangs, wondering what it would be like to sink into soft flesh and taste. sukuna downs two plastic blood bags, then two more, but he’s insatiable; he needs to taste the blood from before. he becomes so obsessed with the idea that he summons uraume, sending them on a mission to kidnap you and bring you to him.

vampire!sukuna who is immediately fascinated at the glittering hate in your eyes and the scratches on his second in command. he crouches down in front of where you’re hunched over on the floor, tilting his head as he studies you, blood nearly singing to him. suddenly you spit at him, but quickly shrink backwards when he flashes his fangs. “might not want to try that again, sweetheart.” and he can’t help himself as he leans over, pushing his nose into your pulse point and taking a deep inhale. his mouth waters, fangs elongating, but pulls back before sinking in. blood tastes so much better when the person is willing, and despite your current attitude, he’s determined to let you be the one to make the choice.

vampire!sukuna who shows you around his mansion as if you’re a guest and not a prisoner, even designating the second nicest bedroom to you (because he’s not a complete animal). he hangs back, observing as you grow accustomed to your surroundings day-by-day, even making friends with some of other vampires. soon you’re chatting with him, albeit hesitantly, but it’s better than before. you’re funny too, and kind, and sure—he needs a few extra blood bags throughout the days to curb his suddenly insatiable appetite, but he thinks it’ll be worth it in the end.

vampire!sukuna who’s almost stunned when you come to him in the library a month later, eyes curiousas you run your fingers along the spines of decaying books. you have hundreds of questions about him and vampires in general, and he answers all of them patiently, waiting until you finally make eye contact with him. “does it hurt? being fed upon, I mean.” a predatory smile spreads across his face at the question, hand darting out to circle your wrist. he tugs, your warm body falling into his lap. he keeps your wrist in his hand, turning it so the inner flesh is facing up. he runs his nose along the vein there, eyes narrowing as he inhales. deep crimson eyes flick back up to meet yours, and he keeps his gaze on yours as he answers. “I’ve been told it’s an…awakening of sorts.” you hum in response, pulse fluttering. “and…if I offered, would you?” the tips of his fangs elongate slightly, and he rests them against your wrist, red eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. “ ’kuna,” you whisper, pushing your wrist into his fangs.

vampire!sukuna who hasn’t tasted warm blood in years, is transported into another dimension when his sharp canines finally sink in, crimson flooding his mouth. he gently sucks, barely registering the whimpers of pleasure from you in his arms. he’s half drunk on the taste of you, pleasure receptors zinging as the taste seeps into his taste buds. but, he knows that he needs to stop before he harms you, and pulls his fangs out, tongue reaching out to lap at the marks on your wrist, saliva stitching together the open wounds. you’re limp in his arms, a completely blissed out expression on your face. you twist in his arms curling up into him, and he swears something in his chest begins to melt.

[yeonmuse]

WHICH FLOOR? | Day 14

PAIRING vocalist & drummer mingi x stranger reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️

SUMMARY two complete strangers meet in an elevator, how could this possibly escalate?

MORE | Day 14 of the Groupie Love Series

You were completely fucking exhausted, a night of concerts, drinking and afterparties had you completeky beat. You were more than happy the moment you stepped into the elevator of your hotel. As you close your eyes for a moment of rest, and lie your head against the elevator wall you could sense the presence of someone else stepping onto the elevator. It's when you hear the doors close and you feel the movement of the elevator that you open your eyes and they land on him who had already been staring at you.

That someone was none other than song mingi, one of the hottest drummers to ever grace the stage. The very drummer that you had just seen perforning hours ago.

“Which floor?”

“Hm?” You had been a little too busy checking him out to even register a thing that he had been saying. Of course it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“You didn’t press anything, what floor are you on?”

“15.” You respond dryly, trying to brush off the fact that you wanted absolutely nothing more than to jump his bones right now. As he pressed the number to you he seemed to observe you for a moment.

“You look like you had a fun night.”

“Do i?”

“Mm looks like it to me, otherwise it's just a waste of an outfit.” He responds, drinking you in from head to toe.

“Mm i wouldn’t call your concert and street party a waste, thanks to your band i had a good time.”

“Oh? Too bad I didn’t see you there, I think I could have elevated your time a little more.”

“Is that right? Even with all your groupies lined up at your door?”

“Kinda disappointing that you yourself weren’t one of them” It was like he was challenging you to bite back, and one thing about you you never backed down from a challenge.

“Mm sorry but I prefer your lead guitarist, though I am truly flattered.” He chuckles at your response and Before you had known it he had stopped the elevator and caged you between himself and the wall.

“I’m sure with a little alone time I can change your mind.” He gave you no time to resist, not that you would anyways, the way your fingers tangled in his hair almost instantaneously gave him all the confirmation he needed.

He wasted no time tearing off your clothes and lifting you against the wall before going between your thighs. He eyed your every reaction as he slid his tongue through your folds, his eyes flickering with a desperate hunger as he became overwhelmed with the heat of your body and the sweet sounds that left your lips. As your eyes met his and you spotted that cocky smirk on his lips, part of you wanted to pull away. To not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had you feeling quite weak. With a soft chuckle he immediately pulled his face from between your legs and licked his lips. He could tell you were struggling with your desires along with your urge to spite him. He knew very well you were annoyed with how confident he was in the way he could make you crumble, you knew he must have done this countless times with countless women but honestly you couldn’t care less.

“Still thinking about hongjoong?” a devilish smirk covered his lips and as he leaned down to slide his tongue over your thigh he felt your body jerk beneath him. His long tongue slipped between your folds as he eyed you continue to struggle with your thoughts. You couldn’t believe that even when he had you in such a compromising position he was bringing up his band mate.

“Go on angel, tell me how much you like him yeah? Is he your favorite sweetheart?” Before you could manage even one word his lips wrapped around your lips and he began to suck at your clit. This earned a frustrated moan from you, when he treated your body in such ways there was no way you’d let out any words that were remotely coherent.

“I’m waiting doll, let me hear it.” His tongue began to lap at your folds like he was hungry for it. his nails digging into your thighs with every whine or moan of pleasure that spilled from your lips. It made him hungrier for it, hungrier to hear you crying and begging beneath him.

When he was met with continued silence he removed his lips from your soaked cunt to kiss along your thighs. His teeth grazed the skin of your inner thighs earning a whimper on your part. A whimper that didn’t go unnoticed by him caused him to do it again. His eyes remained trained on your face as he continued to tease your body with his teeth and tongue alone. He felt your grip on his hair tighten

"Quit playing with me and just fuck me already, you’re going to do it whether I like him or not right?.'' You could practically feel the smirk on his lips against your thigh.

“I’ll make sure to train you well enough that any time you even look at him you’ll only think about the way I fucked you in this elevator.”

“He’s certainly hard to forget-” before you could even finish you felt him push past your entrance stretching you out until he fully bottomed out inside you. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach

“Go on, finish your sentence doll.” He continued to jerk his hips up into you knowing that if he kept at it you wouldn’t be able to say a word.

He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Funny, the moment you get stuffed like a pretty little cocksleeve you immediately go mute.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pushed your thighs back against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He wasted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug into the only available surface they could latch onto; his shoulders. He watched as your mouth fell open, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as gargled moans spilled past your lips.

“Fuck.” The sound of your desperate cries and stifled moans spilling from your lips was like heaven. He immediately leans down to take your nipple between his lips while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the flicking of his tongue against your breasts every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“Look at you pretty girl, you like him so much yet here you are taking my dick like some sort of cockslut, do you think he’d still fuck you if he knew his bandmate got to you first?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“I bet you’d like to get tossed around by us right? You don’t really have a favorite do you? Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock, all while thinking about how all of us could use you.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for him to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. Your legs shook violently as his thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock along with the desk in mere seconds. Mingi wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way your tight cunt clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill his load into you.

“Tomorrow.” He tilts your head up and brushes his thumb over your swollen lips.

“I check out tomorrow, be ready to go by 8 o'clock. The others wouldn’t mind if you tagged along for the rest of the tour.”

[silvertheduckling]

Shadow headcanons!

Hello! This is my first time writing these so bare with me, but I have collected some headcanons and would love to share with others who are in love with this little grumpy hedgehog 🤣

This can be platonic bit I've written it romantically, also this is Mobian reader x Shadow. Otherwise I find it strange. Anyways without further ado here they are. It's like 400 words

•I think Shadow would be pretty closterphobic when it comes to small spaces or narrow passages. (Ark flashbacks) Definitely would try to hide it but would show in his eyes how weary of it he really was.

•I feel Shadow would have a soft spot for young children, though he would pity their innocence, he would, almost appreciate that children are free from anxieties. Envying that.

•When you are sick he would go almost crazy tending to you every second of the day. Making sure you're drinking enough water, fed, lots of cuddles and assurance. His anxiety would spike, because of how it reminded him of how helpless he would feel with Maria being sick on the Ark.

•I feel like he wouldn't eat much, feeling it like it's a waste of time because he can naturally sustain himself. but when you cook? You bet he will be eating all of it. Because he loves your food >.<

•I think he would love to have someone stroking his quills, running your hands through them. He can definitely purr and it would be because of those pets.

•definitely stealing his sweatshirt. When he finds you wearing it he will grumble and complain that you're stealing it without asking, but deep down he would feel a sense if pride that you choose to. If you ever say you're cold he would definitely open his arms and say "come here"

•He definitely takes motorcycle rides to relax. Treats his motorcycle like his baby. After awhile of getting to know each other he would love driving you places. I feel like he would enjoy taking you out to a small bar, playing pool and maybe having a drink or two before riding home in the sunset. Though he always makes sure you are wearing a helmet leather jacket and pants for your safety.

•Avid Star gazer. You'd find him on his favorite roof spot with a blanket down looking up at the stars. I feel like it makes him feel connected to Maria even when she's gone.

•Also loves to sing when he's alone. One time you accidentally find him singing to himself as he watches the sunset on the roof. He would definitely be unbelievablely embarrassed that you caught him. Then when you'd compliment his beautiful voice he'd do it more often when you were together. Especially when you'd request him to. He also enjoys it when you sing to him too, sometimes much more then he let's on.

If everyone likes this I will write more :3

[admirationandromantics]

O.M.G.

I FOUND THIS PROFILE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I AM IN SHOCK YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING. back to the request, how about a submissive Josh?...where he moans and begs to be fucked and looks at you with his puppy eyes? omg that would be perfect♡

p.s.: thank you so much for your work! it's really fantastic:)

You're too sweet!!! I can definitely see him just sitting on his knees, begging you to fuck his brains out, yes. I guess many see him as kinda dominant, but I personally think he’s a switch. Anyways, enjoy some sub Josh headcanons! 

Submissive Josh

You’ve been teasing him all day, knowing that he’s been hot and bothered, not having had a chance to do something about it. You arrive inside, and he immediately starts kissing you, hoping it’ll lead somewhere. You kiss him back, but pull away quickly to take off your coat and outerwear. Taking a long time so he just stands there like a lost puppy, waiting for you to give him attention again. 

“Something wrong, Josh?” “Fucking hell, I’ve waited all day, please, just please” “A whiny mess, are you?” 

You sit him down on the sofa, placing yourself on top, straddling him. His hands wander, of course, but you don’t mind. He’s allowed to this time. While kissing, you feel him twitch underneath you, hips starting to grind against you, begging for attention. 

“Josh… You’re not gonna get anything if you keep this up” He whimpers in reply, stopping himself from getting off on you. Your hand goes to the back of his head, grabbing his hair and pulling it back. He looks up, making you lock eyes with this adorable messy man. They’re glossy and desperate, wide-eyed like a puppy, begging you for satisfaction. 

“You want me to do something?” “Yes” he whimpers, hands going up your waist. You cup his bulge, the small touch making him let out a desperate moan for more. “Tell me how much you want it” “So, so much. I need you so bad” 

With a satisfied answer, you get off his lap, unbuttoning his pants painfully slow as he starts regulating his breathing. You drag his pants and boxers down, his dick popping out throbbing and red. You take hold of him, pumping a few times slowly, causing his head to fall back on the cushions as he moans your name. 

However, you’re not done teasing him, and your tongue makes its way to his shaft, small licks all over, especially on his tip. His hips bulge automatically, wanting you to take him fully. “Can you” “Use your words” “Please suck me off, get me off, right now, please” 

He looks down, breathing heavily, chest heaving and eyes pleading. How can you say no to that? Finally, you fully take him, letting him into your mouth and filling as far as you can go, hand still squeezing his shaft and other one massaging his balls. You suck your chins in, making sure not to hurt him with your teeth. 

He pleads for you to go faster, repressing the urge to hump his hips into you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head down on him. You sense his tension, steadying yourself on his thighs as you up your speed, making him finish not long after. It had been a long day teasing him after all, and you’re surprised he even lasted this long based on it. 

You take it, showing him your tongue filled with his liquid, and swallowing it right after. He looks at you in awe as you take your place on his lap again, kissing him deeply and letting him taste himself.

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

Yina Tsum!

Yina is @loojii 's OC. A darling girl who's uniform I had no idea how to tsumify lol

She is our final tsum! Meet the stack of cuteness! (Story under cut)

Yina stared up at Nigt Raven College. She'd decided to drop by while in the area, yet now as she stood at the gates, she felt unsure of herself, something she wasnt used to. The boy of her dreams was at this school, he might only be a short run from her at this very moment, but in the presence of this castle of a school, she felt unusually daunted. She'd have to think about this. She needed a proper reason to be here before she marched onto the campus of an all-boys school... Another model went here, perhaps she could offer a collab? But that would take too long to set up. She could offer promotion for the school? But it was an all-boys school so it made no sense for her to promote it. As she paced by the gate considering this, there was a commotion further away on campus, she saw something in the sky. Surely nobody could fault her for coming in to investigate something she'd seen from the road? She stepped past the gates and tried to find a better view of what that commotion in the sky was. As she did so, something fell out of the sky near her, and when she approached, she found it was... a doll? It looked like it could be a doll made in her own likeness, but as she bent over to pick it up, it's tail wagged and it looked up at her.

"What are you?" She asked, wonder in her voice as she squatted beside the creature "you're so cute!"

The creature squeaked in response, it was smiling at her!

"Oh my gosh, I need to take a pic of you, you're like, the most adorable thing I've seen so far today" the disclaimer of 'so far today' was because she intended to get at the very least a glimpse of Ruggie before she left.

The creature squeaked and approached her, posing with her for a selfie.

"Oh my gosh you're smart too!" Yina's tail was wagging so much it was merely a blur in the photo she snapped, but she and the creature looked amazing in it anyways.

She showed it the picture "we make such a cute duo! Are you like, free to do a photoshoot? Today?"

The tsum squeaked.

"Omg you're so right, I need to ask the headmasters permission first. Shame I don't know where he is, guess we'll just have to explore campus~ shihihihi"

The tsum laughed with her, the same 'shihihi' pattern, then ran off, Yina running behind it. It wasn't the headmaster they were truly looking for, and with any luck, they'd "accidentally" run into Ruggie.

[arc852]

Birthdays

Summary: Jimmy has never celebrated his birthday before. Grian and Joel change that.

Warnings: Crying

Word Count: 1404

AO3 Link

Surprise! I decided to write a little something because I'm currently in a birthday mood since tomorrow (the 5th) is my birthday! So I hope you guys enjoy!

______________________________________________________________

 “Oh, shoot!” Joel suddenly exclaimed after having looked at something on his phone. They all sat around Joel’s desk eating, Grian and Joel were enjoying some burgers and fries while Jimmy was eating a chicken nugget and a single fry. Though, sometimes he’d have a second one if he was feeling extra hungry. Jimmy turned away from his food though to give Joel a raised eyebrow.

 “What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked.

 “I just remembered it’s my mom’s birthday today! I need to text her. And probably call her later…” He mumbled the last bit more to himself as he was already typing away on his phone.

 “Wow, forgetting your mom’s birthday? That’s a new low.” Grian said, a teasing smirk on his face. Joel glared at him.

 “Says the guy who forgot his sister’s birthday.” Joel retorted back. Grian’s teasing smirk was wiped off his face.

 “I was 7!” Grian exclaimed.

 “You’re twins!” Joel said and then laughed when he fully remembered the absurdity of it and the pout that had appeared on Grian’s face.

 Jimmy took another bite of his nugget as he watched the familiar way his humans liked to tease each other. Though the topic of birthdays was one that hadn’t come up before. He had seen plenty of humans celebrate a birthday before. They usually threw a big party about it and opened a lot of presents. “Is she going to throw a party?” Jimmy decided to ask.

 Joel wiped away the tears from his laughter and looked over at Jimmy. “Nah, she’d rather keep it casual, ya know? Her and my dad are probably just going to go out to dinner tonight.” Joel answered with a shrug. 

 Grian got a thoughtful look on his face. “Hey, Jimmy, when is your birthday anyway?” Grian asked, realizing that they never have. He hoped that they hadn’t missed it already.

 Jimmy blinked. “Oh, uh…well, I don’t actually know.” Jimmy said, looking back down at his food.

 Grian and Joel’s eyes went wide. “You don’t know?” Joel asked incredulously. “How do you not know?”

 “Hey, borrowers don’t keep dates and time like humans do.” Jimmy explained, huffing a bit. “I’ve gotten a bit better at it, living in the college dorm and now with you guys. But back when I was a kid, there was no real way for my parents to pin the exact date I was born. Just that it was sometime in the spring.” Jimmy continued, thinking back.

 “So, do you just celebrate it on a random day in spring then?” Joel asked again but Jimmy shook his head. 

 “No, birthdays aren’t really a…thing, for borrowers. I never even knew about birthdays until I moved here.” Jimmy said and then winced when Grian and Joel got those sad looks on their faces. 

 “So you’ve never celebrated your birthday.” Grian stated more than asked but Jimmy nodded all the same.

 “I never really saw the point to.” Jimmy said with a small shrug. He didn’t even know what day his actual birthday was on, after all. And what could he have even done? Party, presents, and other people seemed to be the main things needed to celebrate a birthday and that had been impossible for Jimmy.

 Grian hummed in thought and his gaze moved away from Jimmy. Joel looked like he wanted to say something more but Grian caught his eyes and shook his head. Joel sighed and took a rather passionate bite out of his hamburger. “I guess that makes sense.” Grian said, a bit too offhandedly for his previous reaction. “Anyway, Joel, did you see the test results for that math test the other day?” Grian said, changing the subject a little too suddenly. Jimmy looked at both of them suspiciously but didn’t say anything more, just continued to eat as he listened to them speak overhead.

 He’s sure it was nothing.

***

 Two days later and Jimmy had all but forgotten their conversation on birthdays. It was Friday afternoon and Jimmy was scrolling through Joel’s phone, waiting for his two humans to get back. Jimmy glanced at the time on the upper left side of the phone and frowned when he realized how late they were. Usually their classes on Fridays got out at 3 and it was already well on its way to becoming 5. Where could they be?

 It was as if his thought summoned them because a moment later, Jimmy heard the sound of the door unlocking. He smiled and shut off the phone, turning toward the door. But instead of coming in normally, all of a sudden the door slammed open and Grian and Joel shouted in unison. “Surprise!”

 “Ahh!” Jimmy screamed, almost falling over in how quickly he had backed up. He took a moment to recover but when he did, he noticed Grian and Joel were carrying things. Grian was carrying about three balloons of varying colors in one hand and a small box in the other. Joel had both his hands on a see-through container that was holding chocolate cake.

 Grian bumped the door closed behind him and grinned at Jimmy. “Happy Birthday, Jimmy!”

 “Yeah! Happy Birthday!” Joel also chimed in.

 Jimmy blinked, looking back and forth between the two of them with wide eyes. “What?”

 Joel chuckled and came closer after putting the cake down on his desk. He crouched down near his nightstand to be more eye level with Jimmy. “You said the other day that you’ve never celebrated your birthday before. So we’re here to change that!” Joel explained with a grin.

 Grian came up from behind Joel, having put the box on the desk and the balloons tied to Joel’s chair. “We know it’s not spring anymore but we figured this could be a celebration of all the birthdays you’ve missed.” Grian said with his own grin.

 They…wanted to celebrate his birthday? They had gone out of their way and bought things for him so they could all celebrate not just one birthday, but all the birthdays he had missed?

 Jimmy could feel tears start to form in his eyes and he took in a shaky breath. He let out a little laugh as a few tears fell. “You guys…” He let out another laugh as he wiped away more and more tears.

 “Oh, Jim.” Grian said softly but Joel was the one to reach forward and cup his hands around Jimmy, lifting him up and bringing him close, standing as he did so. Jimmy continued to wipe at his tears but moved his hands as Joel’s thumb came up and took over that job. Wiping gently at his face. Jimmy sniffed and leaned into the touch.

 “You guys didn’t have to do this.” Jimmy said after a moment. Joel’s thumb lifted off his face and his tears were now more or less staying in his eyes.

 “But we wanted to.” Joel said. “You deserve to celebrate your birthday just like everyone else.”

 Jimmy sniffed and grinned. “Thank you. You guys are…you guys are the best.” Jimmy was so very lucky to have them.

 Grian and Joel smiled down at him, their smiles soft and fond. “Don’t thank us yet.” Grian joked and moved out of Jimmy’s line of sight until Joel turned around, heading to the desk where Grian was pulling it away from the wall once again to use as a table. “You might hate the present we got you.” He continued to joke.

 Jimmy rolled his eyes, his tears all but gone now. “I highly doubt it.” 

 “But, first things first.” Joel said and passed Jimmy over to Grian before he took the top off the cake. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a candle and a lighter. He put the candle in the center of the cake and then used the lighter to light it. “You gotta blow out your candle. Make a wish, Jimmy.”

 Grian brought Jimmy closer to the flame and Jimmy looked at it for a moment before closing his eyes. Make a wish…

 Jimmy smiled. He only really wished for one thing. That he, Grian, and Joel would continue to be friends for the rest of their lives. With this wish in mind, he blew as hard as he could and the fire went out.

 As he opened his eyes back up and grinned at Grian and Joel, he knew without a doubt that his wish would come true.

[redpill-tfs]

Red Wave

January 1st, 2025

Yo, so I started this Red Wave trial thing today. The docs said it’s supposed to, like, make your brain work better or something. Was told to track my thoughts in this journal thing. Honestly, I’m just here for the cash. I’m not buying into any of their science-y shit. Took the first pill this morning. Feel normal so far. Guess we’ll see if this stuff actually does anything.

Since I was told to describe myself a bit, I guess I might as well if I want that cash they promised. Name's Blake. I'm 26 and work at a local manufacturing company in the finance department. It's a pretty chill gig. Don't gotta wear a suit either which is good. Didn't even wear one to my graduation and I don't plan on starting now.

Anyway bro, I'm also a proud atheist. Never got into politics, but I guess I'm more liberal. I mean, just let people do what they want, right?

February 10th, 2025

Alright, not gonna lie, I’ve been feeling kinda sharp lately. Like, my head’s clearer, and I’m getting more stuff done at work. My boss Emily even said my presentation didn’t totally suck, which is rare. Oh, and I actually ironed my shirt today before work. Don’t know why—just felt like I should look decent. Weird, right? Maybe these pills aren’t total BS. I don't know why, but I've been thinking of wearing a tie to work...

March 12th, 2025

So get this, man: I bought a suit over the weekend. A whole grownup suit and a tie to go with it. I dunno know why, but I just felt like stepping up my game for my presentation at work today. And man did I look good. I got so many compliments on my fit. It honestly felt really good. My bros thought it was weird and so do I, but now that I have it I guess I'll use it at another presentation in the future.

April 15th, 2025

Something weird is going on. I heard some chick at work talking about her church today. Instead of scoffing and rolling my eyes, it made me, like, think a little. Like I got curious about it. I don't know what's going on, but I might have to check it out sometime.

Speaking of work, I've been wearing a tie more and more. It feels... right. People seem to notice too. I get so many compliments about them. I went back to the store and pick out a whole bunch of different colors. I may be the only guy in the department wearing one, but standing out isn't a bad thing I guess.

May 18th, 2025

Alright, so… I went to church today. Yeah, me. Blake, the proud atheist. Walked past St. Mark’s on the way to grab Starbuck's, and something just made me stop and go in. The music was kind of awesome, and the pastor’s talk about purpose hit me harder than I expected. I don’t even know what’s happening to me, but I’m starting to think there’s more to life than what I’ve been living. I might go back next week to see what I've been missing, but I'm not sure yet.

June 30th, 2025

This morning, I prayed. Like, actually prayed to God. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but it felt… good. I’ve also started reading bits of the Bible over the past week. There’s some deep stuff in there. Work’s going great, too. I’ve been mentoring one of the new guys, and Emily says she’s impressed with my leadership. Suits are now my everyday thing. Who knew dressing sharp could feel so right?

July 23rd, 2025

I’ve been pulling away from my old friends. Their whole sarcastic, edgy vibe just doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Instead, I’ve been hanging out with people from church who share my interest in self-improvement and faith. I’m even thinking about joining a volunteer group at the church. Life feels more meaningful now. My mind still feels so clear too. I don't know what this pill is doing to me, but it's working.

August 11th, 2025

I’ve been reflecting on some big ideas lately: responsibility, tradition, family values. They make so much sense now. I’ve also started watching a few commentators online who align with these views. Their logic is compelling. Honestly, I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. It’s like a veil has been lifted. Why should abortion be legal? Why should we violate the second amendment with gun control laws? Why do gays think thy can decide how the rest of us live our lives? So many questions I'm learning the answers to. I never paid much attention to politics, but maybe I should.

September 7th, 2025

Sunday service has become the cornerstone of my week. I’ve officially joined St. Mark’s and volunteered for their community outreach. Pastor Williams’s guidance has been invaluable. I’m entirely committed to this new path. My wardrobe, my habits, even my worldview have all transformed. I’m proud of the man I’ve become. I've said this a million times already, but it just feels right.

October 20th, 2025

Today is my birthday, and reflecting on this past year astounds me. My former self seems like a stranger. I’ve embraced faith, order, and purpose, and it just feels right. I got my hair cut to be a lot shorter than I once had it as a special birthday gift to myself. It feels more appropriate for my new image.

I had some friends from bible study over for a small party. I wore my best suit for the occasion. We played games, ate good food, and prayed of course. There was a riveting debate on the role of faith in politics. All in all, it was a good time. I can't believe how much my life has changed just in 10 months.

November 30th, 2025

Today was the final day of the trial. The scientist leading the study asked me all sorts of questions, from my conservative views to my faith in God and my new sense of style. I'm not sure what it all has to do with a mental focus pill, but I didn't feel like asking questions. I'm sure they know what they're doing. Anyways, I better get going. St. Mark's is having an event today to celebrate God and all of His glory. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

December 1st, 2025

The Red Wave trial has concluded with a 100% conversion rate among participants. Subjects exhibited profound and permanent shifts in personality, behavior, and worldview. Pre-trial skepticism and liberal inclinations were entirely replaced with conservative, faith-based identities. This case highlights the pill's efficacy in aligning individuals with structured, traditional conservative values. Further research will examine long-term societal impacts of widespread application. More subjects needed.