#put them in a room and hear the laughter raise the roof

[superat626]

Chaotic funni men + one soft.

[xxkiller-muffinxx]

You and me, Against the world

Floyd x reader (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Summary: once saved, Floyd can't help but still feel uneasy about losing you. It doesn't help that he's been thrusted back into reality surrounded by trolls who he doesn't exactly know, nor does it help that a mysterious figure in a black cloak is looking for something in town. His anxiety is through the roof, until a familiar face reappears.

Words: 1393

Warnings: just some slight angst.

A/N: this could've been better, but I just got too excited to share this one with you guys. Thank you all so much for your feedback! You guys make writing enjoyable! So please, enjoy this part! I cant wait to see you in the next story. Stay golden, and enjoy.

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Floyd looked out on the world as he thought deeply about everything that happened, he was safe. His brothers saved him. He should be happy, but something is holding him back.

He was so lost in thought that he couldn't hear footsteps approaching behind him. He closes his eyes and looks up at the sky, ignoring the sounds of a troll sitting beside him. He took a deep breath, smelling the refreshing air of the outdoors.

“Hey Floyd,” Branch said, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. “Everything alright with you?” he said while putting a hand on his shoulder. Floyd’s eyes opened and he looked at Branch. His eyes tired, and his smile deeply saddened.

“Yeah, yeah I'm okay.” Floyd’s feet swung over one another criss crossing his legs to feel a little more secure.

Branch raises an eyebrow and elbows him, “Come on. You can tell me.”

Floyd looks forward and then down at his hands. “You probably don't remember them, but there was this person back during our Band days. They were so sweet, and kind. Gentle. So much so that…” He stopped, capturing his breath back into his throat before he continued,

“They got trapped in the diamond prison with me, but…they didn't make it.” He brought his knees up to his chin. Sniffling slightly as the moments played through his head again, your exhausted face. Your laughter, your pain. He was tired of thinking about you, but he couldn't help it.

Branch looks up to where Floyd was looking beforehand and grimaces. How the hell is he supposed to comfort something like that? What angle does he go with? Poppy is usually good with comforting but she's with her sister right now and-

“I'm sorry, I'm burdening you,” Floyd said, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

Branch shook his head. “No no, I just…I want to say you can get through something like that but… it's easier said than done. They would want you to enjoy your freedom.” He said, placing a hand on Floyd’s shoulder once more.

Floyd glanced at him and smiled sadly. He took another deep breath. “Yeah. They would, wouldn't they.” He takes a deep breath and stands up with Branch. The two head home shoulder to shoulder.

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About a month had passed, and news about Brozone had spread like wildfire. Pretty much everyone knew about their adventure and Floyd’s tragic mistreatment, but no one knew about yours. That upset him the most,

You died, in that room, you were thrown out of a window. However, he couldn't bring himself to be mad. He knew you wouldn't like the attention anyway. Even then, he didn't care if he was in Brozone or you were, you both deserve equal recognition for what happened.

He woke up and brushed his teeth, patting himself down. He did his hair quickly and then walked to the exit to go outside. The branch must've already left. Along with Clay and John Dory. When he got outside he let his eyes adjust and immediately walked into town.

The sun basically screamed into the ground which hurt Floyd’s eyes. He walked until he found his usual spot and sat down, watching the world go by. He still has to get used to people again. Especially used to trusting people again.

His eyes wandered until catching the sight of a cloaked figure. Which was new for most of Pop Village, they seemed to be looking for something Floyd, out of his nervousness, reached for the closest troll. “Uh, hey-” He mumbled, causing the troll to turn around. It was Guy Diamond. “Do you know who that is?”

Guy Diamond looked in the direction Floyd was pointing and simply shrugged. Saying maybe it's someone new and it wouldn't hurt to introduce themselves. He then walked off to do just that. Floyd watched from the sidelines as the Glitter Troll made himself known.

Floyd’s attention fell out of pure secondhand embarrassment. Standing up and walking off to go sit down elsewhere. He sat down and took a breather, for some reason he felt like a kid again. Right after a concert when everyone's trying to talk to him but he doesn't want to talk to anyone else. He'd only make time for one person, and that one person’s gone.

He sighed and leaned into his seat, then suddenly he heard a voice. He didn't dare turn around, he liked imagining it was you. “Hey…you okay there?” this voice was quiet, raspy, almost as if they lost their voice. Floyd felt a shudder of deja vu run down his spine.

“Yeah yeah. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,”

“You’re not sure.”

“Okay fine.”

Floyd flinched when a hand grazed his shoulder, and another troll sat beside him. A part of him was confused while another was genuinely frustrated that this person sounded so much like you. There was silence before the other troll spoke again.

“Talk to me Floyd.” The troll said. That woke Floyd up fast.

His head shot up to meet the face of his Companion. So familiar and yet so new. Something about how you looked took him back. Post show stuff and all that. His first instinct was to reach out and touch the troll's cheek to see if they were real.

“That’s a weird way of talking-” you snorted. His hand pressing into your cheek and you simultaneously leaning into it. “Hey there.” You said, squeezing his hand on your cheek.

“What? How? How did you- I watched you- you're here!” Floyd asked, his thumb caressing your cheek. Then almost in an instant his arms wrapped around your neck in a tight hug. So cozy that you ralax into his arms.

You laughed quietly, inhaling his scent into your nose. “Well, it’s a long and troubling story, but let’s just stay like this for a while okay? I need it.” You mumble into his shoulder, and when Floyd nodded you both took a deep breath together and let it out slowly.

The waves of weight on their shoulders now a distant memory. They were together again, nothing else mattered. As long as they were together it was okay. That’d usually be the end, but there’s something they’re forgetting to do.

After about 2 hours of just holding one another, they finally pull away. Floyd has tears in his eyes and you've probably cried too many times to cry now. You’re very dehydrated. Floyd wipes his eyes and looks at your cloak.

He pulls on it to look at it some more. “You were the new troll in town? You were looking for something? Did you find it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smiled once your eyes made eye contact. “Did you meet Guy diamond?” he’d lightly chuckle.

“I was looking for you! And yeah he was really nice. He did introduce me to anyone he could, which is why I knew you were here. Because Branch was here. Speaking of which he was also looking for you and-“

Your words turned into ringing as Floyd stared into your eyes, you were real. Rambling the way you used to, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept remembering things. Your hands move every now and then to display your point. Then by the time you snapped out of it, Floyd’s face was super close to yours.

“Woah- you okay?” You wound up asking, your cheeks flushed to the nines. Floyd shook his head and leaned back.

“Sorry. I just uh- I just- I missed you.” He said, looking down. You pull his face back up to meet yours. He looks between your eyes then your lips, his cheeks matching yours. “Uh…can I…can I kiss you?” He asks nervously.

You’re taken off guard by this, then you look at his lips. You're on autopilot when your lips meet his. You hold eachother like that for a while then pull away. “Does that answer your question?” You smile slightly then hug him tight. “Thank you.”

Floyd’s eyes are wide and his cheeks are red. He hugs you back. Then in a fit of emotional breakthrough he mumbles “I love you.” He said with a smile, and then in response you say.

“I love you too.” You pull apart, pressing your forehead against his. “It’s you and me.”

“Against the world.”

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[upat4amwiththemoon]

OH LORD I HAVE A REQUEST

What do you think of this

Wanda or Natasha over hear a conversation between r and a friend that she's having over, speaking about a new teacher who apparently look like a sweetheart and hears r saying she has a crush on this woman

I just love how you write so I'll let you handle everything else, just giving you the big idea yknow 👀

Innocent crush

Summary: Everyone has that one teacher.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 677

a/n: I have a confession to make..I never had a crush on a teacher

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“No, you don’t get it, she’s such a sweetheart.” Y/N groans, flopping down to the bed. “And she’s so fricking hot.”

Kate laughs, laying next to Y/N. Despite being in the same school, she has actually never had classes with the teacher her friend is currently crushing on. “I’m sure she is.”

With a dreamy sigh, she stares at the roof. “I might be delusional, but I’m pretty sure she pays more attention to me than the rest of the class.”

“Oh, totally not delusional.”

“I know right!” Y/N raises to lean on one of her elbows. “She keeps staring at me.”

“My math teacher keeps ranting about his divorce to us.”

When the conversation changes and the two girls’ laughter can be heard through the door, Wanda sneaks off to the living room with a fruit plate in her hand. She’s not one to eavesdrop, usually, but her daughter just happened to be talking about a crush when she was going to bring them snacks.

She sets the plate down to the table and sits next to Natasha on the couch, taking her attention off of the book she’s reading. “Y/N has a crush.”

“Oh?” Putting the book down, Natasha turns to Wanda with raised brows.

“On the new teacher she has.” She states. “She said she is fricking hot.”

Natasha chuckles, “is she still too scared to curse?”

“Yes, and rightly so.”

“You curse like a sailor.”

Mumbling off the accusation, Wanda turns back to the matter in hand. “Our daughter has a crush on an older woman.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Isn’t it normal for students to have crushes on teachers?” Wanda shrugs. Neither of the women had a normal upbringing, nor crushes on teachers, considering school wasn’t a bog part of their lives. “As long as the teacher doesn’t do anything inappropriate, everything should be okay.”

“Shouldn’t we still talk about it to her?”

“Then she’d know you were eavesdropping.

“I wasn’t-“ Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes, not trying to argue against the accusation, “we’ll just have to find a way to be subtle about it.”

Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t the ex-Avengers’ strength when it came to their daughter.

“So,” Wanda starts as they’re eating dinner together, “any new crushes?” She asks with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

“No.”

Humming, Wanda stares at her daughter. Y/N pays no mind to it, continuing eating in silence, while Natasha hides her grin by taking a sip of her drink. “How’s the new teacher? She any good?”

“Yeah, she’s alright.”

“Is she good looking?”

Now Y/N lifts her head to look at Wanda, her brows are scrunched together. “That’s weird, mom.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” Natasha comments with a laugh, ignoring the look her wife sends her.

Setting down her fork, Wanda lets her hands lay on the table. “I was just wondering, you know, if she was your type, or anything like that.”

Y/N squints her eyes, staring at Wanda. “You were eavesdropping me and Kate.” She states, annoyed her mom can’t stop meddling into her things.

She huffs, “it wasn’t eavesdropping. I was bringing you two snacks and overheard your conversation.”

“We never got any snacks.”

“Well, I left after I had the conversation.” She mumbles, picking up her fork again so she wouldn’t have to see the annoyed look on her daughter’s face. “It really isn’t my fault when you talk so loudly.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry. I just want to make sure, that nothing…inappropriate is going on.”

“Gross, mom.” Y/N pushes her almost empty plate away. “It’s just a crush, I’m not sending her nude pictures or anything like that.”

Natasha gives her a look, “you better not be sending any nudes to anyone.”

With a groan, Y/N stands up. “I am not sending nudes to anyone. Remind me to tell Kate I’ll start hanging out at her house from now on.” She walks away from the table.

“Now I’m worried about the nudes.” Wanda mumbles.

“We should check her phone, right?”

“Yeah.”

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Alone But Not Lonely

John Mitchell x Reader

Words: 4339

Summary: Mitchell and his girlfriend finally have a moment alone after weeks of hard days at work, dealings with other vampires, and frustrating exes. Only, she’s still hesitant to take the next step because of her relationships in the past. 

Notes: Oh look, is it another comfort smut? I need to be put on a leash. 

Warnings: 18+. Minors do not interact. You know the drill. 

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You couldn’t tell which you felt more- tired or pissed off. Collapsing onto the sofa, you buried your face in a pillow, letting the cushion absorb your frustrated groan. Like clockwork, you heard those all-to-familiar sounds coming from your flatmate’s room. 

“Christ, don’t they ever take a break?” you whined, face still smooshed into the pillow and hands clamped over your ears. 

Good for her, but you needed to sleep once in a while. 

You had two options: either put in earplugs and try- and fail- to get some shut-eye or you could go for another late-night drive until two in the morning when they would be finished. 

You had to give her girlfriend one thing, she had an impressive amount of stamina. 

A buzz on the coffee table made you lift your aching head, squinting at the name lit up on the screen. 

A small smile teased your lips. 

So maybe you had a third option.

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Mitchell sat in the quiet, listening to the slow creaking of an empty house. George and Nina left for work for the night an hour ago. Even Annie was out, spending time at the theater or whatever it was. And while he was one to enjoy time by himself, he couldn’t help but feel, well, alone. 

So when the knock at the door came around, he jumped up with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. 

“Hey,” he greeted, grinning as he kissed you on the cheek. “Sorry for the short notice, but I thought we could have a movie night or something.”

Just seeing him made you feel lighter, more awake. 

“That sounds nice.” You smiled and stepped inside. 

Windsor Terrace had become a kind of second home for you, if not an even more chaotic one. But with a ghost, vampire, and two werewolves living under the same roof, you couldn't really blame them. 

“How was your week?” He asked, tucking his hands in his pockets.

You simply gave him a ‘look’ in response.

Mitchell winced. “That bad, huh?”

“Katie's in town again.” You fell onto the couch and stretched out. “Which is great. I love Katie. She makes Willow happy, which is great.”

Your boyfriend raised a brow. “But?”

“But she makes her happy. Every. Single. Night.” 

His mouth fell open in an ‘O’ shape. 

“Yeah.” You ran a hand down your tired face. “Which, you know, awesome for her, but not so much for me after being on my feet for eight hours and I can’t even enjoy Miranda without learning what positions my flatmate likes!” 

His lips quirked up as he tried not to laugh. 

“You can tell what position they’re in just from hearing them?”

“With them, you can!” You exclaimed. “It’s like they’re their own nature documentarians. They fucking narrate their own fucking!” 

He couldn't stop his snickering. 

You pouted. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s kinda funny.”

You tossed a pillow at him, which he caught, still trying not to laugh his arse off. Mitchell sat down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“Oh, come here then,” he said, pulling you closer. He tilted his head, looking down at you with nervous eyes. “You could stay here, you know.”

You leaned into him. “John Mitchell, are you trying to take advantage of my housing situation?”

He held up his hands. 

“I’m kidding,” you laughed, snuggling closer. “If you don’t mind, I could use a good night’s rest.” 

“I don’t mind at all.” He turned your head to capture your lips with his. “I’m sorry I haven’t offered sooner. Everything has been so-”

“Chaotic?” You finished for him. 

He gave you a small smile. “Yeah.” 

“Same for me.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Obviously, not quite the same.” 

His laughter filled the room. 

“I hope not. If any vampires come around your door…” He trailed off, not wanting to think about the possibility. 

“Vampires other than you, you mean?” You teased, tugging on the collar of his shirt. 

Mitchell grinned. “Obviously.” 

He leaned in for another kiss.

Your hands found his hair, encouraging the movement of his lips. With his arms wrapping around you, you leaned back onto the couch, accidentally lying on the remote. The TV switched on with a loud burst, making both of you jump. 

“Fucking hell,” you gasped, nearly falling off the couch if not for Mitchell’s hold. A breathy- if not a little frustrated- laugh fell from your lips. “I guess we’d better start that movie, huh?”

Mitchell sat up, pulling you with him. There was something in his smile, though. Something he was holding back. 

“What do you want to watch?” 

“Anything but Laurel and Hardy,” you said, a little too quickly. 

Mitchell’s jaw dropped. “You don’t like Laurel and Hardy?” 

“Not for every movie night!” You exclaimed, snickering as you pulled his pouting lips back to yours. “Aw, don’t be like that. We can watch something scary. Like Dracula.”

“Pass,” he huffed. 

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s full of hurtful stereotypes and bad accents,” he said. His hand fell to your leg, rubbing slow circles into your jeans. 

You laughed.

He scowled. “It’s not funny.”

You lowered your voice to mock his words earlier. “It’s kinda funny.” 

Mitchell’s eyes narrowed. He waited a breath before he pounced, fingers tickling your sides and feet and every bit of sensitive skin he could find while you shrieked and giggled and tried to push him away. 

“Mitchell!” You squealed, failing to get out from under him. “Okay! Okay! You win!” 

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” 

“Mitchell!” 

He switched tactics, changing his tickles for slow, sweet kisses along your neck. 

You stopped trying to push him off. “This doesn’t seem like watching a movie.”

“You didn’t pick one,” he hummed against your collarbone.

Melting into his touch, your fingers tangled in his hair to urge him on. “Mitchell,” you sighed, the sound very different from your pleading before. 

“Hold on.” He pulled away, turning his head. “Listen to that.”

You did. 

Nothing.

“I don’t hear anything.”

Mitchell turned back to you, grinning. “Exactly.” He kissed your forehead. “We have the whole place to ourselves.” He kissed your nose. “For the entire night.” He kissed your lips. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds-”

A shrill ringing cut you off and made your whole body tense. 

“Goddamnit.” You grabbed your phone off of the table and put it to your ear without checking the number. “Willow I’m a little-”

The voice on the other end shut you up. You froze and Mitchell climbed away from you so you could sit up. 

“Hey, Simon.” 

Mitchell stiffened. “Simon?” He couldn’t keep the bloodthirsty tone from his voice. It was an unfortunate habit when it came to dealing with your ex. 

You held a finger to your lips to quiet him and stood up.

“Yeah, I have a second, I guess.” You had to turn away from your boyfriend’s burning gaze. “You said it’s a problem with the system?” 

Mitchell ran a hand down his face as you stepped into the kitchen to take the call. 

It had been like this for a couple of weeks, even before the two of you finally admitted your feelings and started seeing each other. 

Your ex-boyfriend was now the head of the project you’d left so now he called you up all the time to tell him what the fuck he was supposed to be doing, even though you left and he left you broken-hearted and the whole mess just kept going around and around. It gave Mitchell a headache. 

He knew you weren’t thinking about going back with Simon. Mitchell never doubted your feelings for him. But he also knew what Simon had done to you, to your self-esteem and your ability to trust anyone. Including Mitchell. 

He wondered if that was part of the reason you had never stayed the night before, even though you’d been dating for a while now. It wasn’t a problem, of course. He’d never try to rush you into anything. But he couldn't help but feel like he wasn’t doing enough, he wasn’t helping you to deal with the shit of your past, to help you get past it. It still hurt you and that hurt him more than he could even try to explain. 

“Yeah. Just…” You pulled on the ends of your hair to channel your frustration into something other than throwing your phone. “Just shoot me an email next time, yeah? Great. Be seeing you.”

You hung up and tossed the device onto the table a little harder than you should have. 

“Everything okay?” Mitchell asked. 

“Everything’s fine,” you laughed bitterly. “Simon is just going to keep using me to make himself look good and I’m going to keep letting him because I’m too nice and I’m-”

“Hey,” Mitchell said softly, standing up. He put his hands on your shoulders. “You help him because you are good and he’s a prick.” 

“You’ve got one thing right,” you huffed. 

Mitchell brought your lips to his for a sweeter kiss. Reassurance. 

“Well, you don’t have to deal with him for the rest of the night.” His lips curved up in a small smile. “If he calls again, just give the phone to me. That’ll shut him up.”

“Oh no,” you snickered. “You already scare him enough.” 

“Good.” 

You shook your head with a crooked grin. He ran his thumb over your lips.

“There,” he said, kissing the corner of your smirk. “That’s better.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. 

His brows drew together. “For what?”

“I don’t want to seem like one of those girlfriends who’s always making her ex a problem.”

“Your ex makes himself a problem.”

“You know what I mean.” 

“No, love, I know what you think.” He tapped the side of your head. “You’re thinking that you owe everybody something and you think if you don’t do it, then you’re the bad guy in every situation.”

You swallowed. “And you got all that from a phone call?”

He shook his head. “I got all that from paying attention.”

“Oh, did you now?” You draped yourself over his lap, your arms falling around his neck. “You didn’t even notice when I got my ears pierced.”

“That’s because I’m too busy noticing the important things?” He said, though even he didn’t seem convinced. 

You snorted. “Right, that’s it.”

He pinched your thigh and wrapped an arm around your middle so you couldn’t get away. 

“What was that for?” You squeaked, jumping up as much as you could with him holding you to his body. 

His mouth was at the back of your ear, his breath hot on your cheek. 

“For teasing me.” 

With you pressed against him, he could feel the shiver down your spine. 

The front door swung open and this time you really did fall onto the floor you flung yourself off of him so fast. 

Annie walked in, her mouth falling open. “Oh God, did I just interrupt something?”

“Yes,” Mitchell sighed at the same time your phone rang again. 

It was Simon again. 

You stood up, brushing yourself off. “I better just go down there.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You hurried past Annie and out the door before he could say anything else. 

Annie looked at him, then at the door, then back at him. “What was that about?”

Mitchell fell back against the couch with a sigh. “Fuckin’ Simon.”

-

He planned everything out. Well, Annie and Willow helped him, but he had the most say in the plans. From the wine on the table to the relaxing record he put on, Annie even said she was quite proud of how romantic he could be. 

“This is perfect!” She cheered. 

Willow stood in her doorway. “And I promise, you won’t see me for the next twelve hours. The place is yours.” She winked. “Just don’t make too much of a mess.”

Mitchell shook his head. “I’m just trying to do something nice. She’s had a rough week.” 

Willow and Annie looked at each other and answered in unison.

“Right.”

The two gave him one last, long glance before heading for the door. 

“Have fun!” Annie called. 

“But not too much fun,” Willow teased. “I like my furniture the way it is.” 

Mitchell narrowed his eyes and shooed her out. 

You were supposed to be home any minute and he wanted the evening to be perfect. He finished setting the table, dumping takeaway containers full of pasta onto plates and tossing the boxes, and pouring the wine before stepping back to admire his work. 

“117 and I’ve still got it,” he muttered to himself, fist-bumping the air in victory. 

When he heard keys in the door, he quickly rushed in front of it to block your view of the surprise. This, unfortunately, nearly got him pepper sprayed in the face. 

“What the hell, Mitchell?” You exclaimed, nearly having a heart attack when you saw someone standing in your flat. 

Mitchell held up his hands. “Sorry! Sorry, Willow let me in.” He laughed, though a little nervously now that you’d almost blinded him. 

Once your heartbeat returned to normal, you gave him a surprised smile. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought you could use something nice after dealing with Simon all week.” 

“How did you know that-”

“You’ve been dead tired, irritable, and avoiding me since the night he called.” He laid a hand on your arm. “I put the pieces together.” He rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “And I know what you’re thinking. Believe me, the only thing I am jealous of is that undeserving dick got to spend more time with you this week than I did.” Mitchell kissed your forehead and stepped aside. 

Your eyes widened, taking in your decorated table, the smell of your favorite pasta, and the warmth of candlelight. 

“What-” You gasped. “What’s all this?” 

“A reminder.” Mitchell hugged you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck. 

You tilted your head. “A reminder of what?” 

“That you are valued.” Mitchell kissed just beneath your jaw. “You are wanted.” He kissed the spot behind your ear he knew drove you wild. “And you are incredibly sexy.”

“Is that so?” You turned around to face him. 

“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed, putting a finger under your chin, lifting your lips to his. “And you deserve to be…” Mitchell’s eyes met yours, widening with want. “Appreciated.” 

You bit your lip to keep it from trembling and buried your face in his chest so he wouldn’t see the tears building in your eyes. 

Mitchell froze, pushing back gently so you couldn’t hide. 

“What is it?” He panicked. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No, no it isn’t that.” You laughed tearfully, pressing your lips to his for a quick, but sweet, kiss. “I just don’t think anyone has ever done something like this for me. I’m not used to feeling,” you mimicked his suggestive tone, “appreciated like this.”

“Which is exactly why you deserve this, Y/N,” Mitchell said, laying his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted you to see how important you are to me.” 

Walking over to the table, the scent alone made your mouth water. You leaned over the plates and smirked. 

“Is this takeaway from Rossetti's?” 

Mitchell cleared his throat. “Yeah, cooking isn’t exactly my strong suit. But I put it on the nice plates!” 

“I love it,” you laughed, kissing his cheek. “It’s very romantic.”

“Annie and Willow help me set it all up,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Maybe it’s Willow’s way of apologizing for all my sleepless nights,” you snorted.

Mitchell pulled out your chair for you before sitting down himself. “Speaking of which, she is actually staying with a friend tonight, so we are completely alone.” 

Blush rushed to your cheeks under the heat of Mitchell’s gaze. 

“We’ll have to find some way to entertain ourselves then,” you said. 

Mitchell chuckled and took a drink from his wine. 

The two of you ate with pleasant conversations that avoided topics like vampires, death, and, most of all, your bastard ex-boyfriend. 

When your food was gone, you just passed the wine back and forth, letting the rich red drink help chase away any of your lingering doubts. 

You stood to clear your place, but Mitchell held up a hand. 

“Let me.” He took your plate and empty glass and put them in the sink to clean later. 

“Such a gentleman,” you teased, moving to the couch. You tried to sexily lounge across the cushions but felt absolutely ridiculous, so you just sat with your hands in your lap. “So, you and Willow plotted this together all to give us the flat for a night?” 

“And Annie,” Mitchell laughed. “Don’t forget her, she’d be crushed.” 

“Of course. She’s the whole reason we’re together.”

Mitchell took the seat beside you. “I don’t know if I’d give her all the credit.” He stretched his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers grazing your shoulder. “She just nagged me every morning until I finally asked you out.”

“Our matchmaker.” 

You both laughed and you leaned into him, laying your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you. 

“Mitchell?”

He hummed, having lost himself in thoughts of you. 

“You know that I trust you, right?” 

He pulled back. “I hope so.” 

You shifted in his embrace. “I just don’t want you to think that the reason we haven’t…” You swallowed hard, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter. “It isn’t your fault. It’s me. I just-” Turning your head away, you took a deep breath. “Every relationship I’ve been in, I either got my heart broken or I was used or both. And I’m not saying I think you’re going to do that to me. I know you wouldn't.”

“But it’s hard for you to let someone in,” Mitchell concluded. He gave you a small smile. “I know, love. I can’t say that I haven’t kept you at an arm's length myself for a long time, but I want that to change.” His voice saddened. “I don’t want to hurt people anymore. And I especially don’t want to hurt you.”

You moved closer to him again, leaning forward, your lips almost touching his. “You won’t.” 

Taking his hand in yours, you slowly moved it to the hem of your shirt.

Mitchell’s eyes held the question. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded, the word barely a breath from your lips. “Please.”

His hand slipped beneath your blouse, rough fingers tracing along your skin, splaying over the small of your back and pulling you closer. Mitchell’s mouth was on yours, soft and patient at first. 

You raised a hand to his hair, tugging gently to spur him on further. Your tongue ran over his lower lip. 

“Careful,” Mitchell growled. 

Feeling braver thanks to the warmth of the wine and his touch, you smirked. “Or what?” 

Something flickered in his eyes. Mitchell wrapped his arms tightly around you and lifted you off of the couch. 

You gasped and locked your legs around his waist. 

Mitchell carried you toward the bedroom but didn’t even make it halfway before he pinned you against the wall and buried his face in your neck, peppering every inch he could find with bites, careful to leave a mark, but not break the skin. His hips pressed against yours, letting you feel him through the barrier of both of your clothes. 

You needed him closer.

“Mitchell,” you whined, tugging on the collar of his shirt. 

He chuckled against your collarbone, pushing you against the wall even more. His jeans grew tighter, already feeling your wetness seeping into the layers of fabric between the two of you. Mitchell held you with one arm and slipped one hand up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra with a quick twist. 

You quickly pulled off both your blouse and your bra, leaving more surface for him to continue his marking. 

Lifting you up a little higher, his mouth trailed down between your breasts. The hand not gripping your ass to keep you up reached up, rough fingertips running back and forth over your nipple. 

Your head fell back against the wall, almost knocking a photo off its nail. 

He rolled your nipple between his finger and thumb, but didn’t want to leave your other ignored. Mitchell took your hardened peak into his mouth, swiping his tongue around in circles. 

“Stop toying with me,” you pleaded breathlessly, his touch taking over any rational thought. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he snarked, nipping your sensitive peak. 

“Mitchell,” you whined again, pulling his hair a little harder. 

He finally broke away from the wall and carried you to your room. All the while, your lips desperately search for his, quiet moans escaping when his kisses could not contain them. 

You were so distracted by his touch that you didn’t even notice he’d brought you to the bed until your back hit the sheets.

Mitchell hovered over you, the want in his eyes accompanied by genuine concern. 

“Do you want this?” He asked. He knew about your past, how they made you feel… like you were nothing. It sickened him. How anyone could see you as anything less than the incredible woman you were angered him beyond belief. 

Lying beneath him, you tucked a dark curl behind his ear. “Every time I’ve ever been with someone, I felt like I was playing a part. I was trying to be who they wanted me to be.” You leaned up to kiss him. “You’re the first person to make me feel like… me.” Your voice cracked. “Like I matter.” 

Mitchell’s grip softened, his hand moving to tangle in your hair as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“If I could tell you I love you all the days that I have lived and have yet to live, it still wouldn’t be enough to show how much you matter to me,” he whispered. He could still see the disbelief in your eyes, so he convinced you with a slow, passionate kiss, unlike anything you’d shared before. “I love you,” he said again. 

“I love you, Mitchell,” you breathed before pulling him back to you. 

Everything started very soft again, from his hands taking off the rest of his clothes to your fingers lightly running through his hair. But the more you moved together, the more your driving need took over your motions. 

You quickly undid Mitchell’s belt, sliding your hand beneath his boxers. You needed to feel him. 

Mitchell gasped against your breast. “Y/N…” 

“Mitchell,” you said lowly. “I need you.” 

“I know, love.” Mitchell’s fingers traced the outline of your core. “I know.”

He slid two fingers inside you, his other hand holding your hips down when they bucked up in response. 

“Fuck.”

Mitchell gave you a devilish smirk and spread them, stretching you out wonderfully. He curled his fingers and watched you writhe on the bed, panting breaths filling the room. 

“M-Mitchell.” You grinned down at him. “I told you to stop toying with me.” 

You moved your hand along his shaft, circling the tip with your thumb to emphasize your point. 

Mitchell sucked in a breath. “Well, then you have to tell me what you want.”

“Christ, John Mitchell,” you laughed. “I want you to fuck me. There? Is that what you-” You were cut off by your own moan as he pushed himself inside you. 

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he said before his lips took over yours again. 

His thrusts began slowly, letting you adjust to every inch of him. He moved in and out of you in a way that tossed away any other thought. You could only think about how he filled you so perfectly. How you’d never felt like this with anyone else. 

After a while of this agonizing pace, Mitchell couldn’t take it anymore and he knew you couldn’t either. He snapped his hips against yours, moving deeper within you than before. 

Your nails raked down his back as you bit your lip to keep from screaming. 

“Let me hear you, Y/N,” Mitchell urged, thrusting into you again. 

“John!” You cried out, feeling yourself tighten around him, the burning inside you growing more and more every time he hit that perfect spot. 

Mitchell needed to hear you like that again. He needed to hear you like that always. He abandoned his cautious pace and railed into you, the sounds of skin on skin mixing with both of your panting moans. 

You clung to him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as his cock moved inside you. Your fingers tangled in his perfect black curls. 

“I love you,” you said again, barely able to form any words with how he was fucking you. 

“I love you, Y/N. I love you.” Mitchell sped up, everything consumed by you and how you felt around him. 

With another deep thrust, the waves of pleasure you chased washed over you. Mitchell’s climax soon followed, filling you with warmth. 

Mitchell kissed along your jaw before finding your lips. He held you, still sheathed inside you, and pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“How do you feel?”

You simply sighed contently in response. 

Mitchell collapsed beside you but was quick to pull you back into his embrace. He ran his fingers up and down your spine, listening to you breathe. 

“Tonight was perfect,” you said softly.

“You deserved it.” 

“I should tell Simon to annoy me more often if this is what I get,” you teased. 

Mitchell shook his head, laughing. “I could still just get rid of him for you.”

“Mitchell!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He pressed one more kiss to your lips. Mitchell pulled away smirking. “Mostly kidding.” 

You smacked his chest playfully and cuddled up close to him. 

Mitchell whispered more ‘I love yous’ and other sweet words until you fell asleep in his arms. 

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Lucifer — I really like your face

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4

CW: enemies to lovers, lucifer hates you lol (part 1), slight angst (parts 2 and 3), he insults u in his mind multiple times (part 1), events in lessons 16 ifykyk, also this lowkey follows the og obey me timeline and events but like i dont feel like adding the whole time travel thing lol

A headache.

That is what Lucifer would describe you as now, especially now that you have become closer and closer to his brothers. His index finger raises to massage his temples, nursing his everlasting headache that never seems to disappear—a headache that only became prominent when he heard the sound of rushed footsteps running past his office, the sound of yours and Mammon's voices loud enough to be heard clearly, followed by an exasperated, but still irritated Leviathan.

Letting out the deepest sigh for the first time that day, he squeezes his eyes shut.

Putting Mammon in charge of you has to be one of the worst decisions he's ever made in his long, long life.

That aside, Lucifer has also come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, you aren't that bad; The eldest has come to spend more time with you, some spent with his brothers, and others with just the two of you around—spending time with only the company of each other is inevitable, after all, especially when you both live under the same roof.

He's been observing you, the way you interact with his brothers, and the way you continue to make a ruckus and still make pacts with them one by one despite him almost crushing your bare hand in his. You always make them smile, and happy, and he even dares say that the broad smile on their faces and the laughter that rings in the air is reminiscent of that of their time in the Celestial Realm.

And... he does feel like he owes you for helping him make his relationship with Satan much better than it was before.

He might never admit it out loud to you or his brothers, but he's starting to trust you now. You've never done anything to put them in danger, and you really do seem to have good intentions for his brothers, even for Belphegor, and himself.

Only for that said trust to immediately vanish, to easily pop in the air like a soap bubble; a fleeting beauty—never meant to last; Which brings him to today.

Lucifer truly felt like he was beginning to have a connection to you, although not enough to even consider having a pact with you, he was slowly beginning to think of you as a friend.

But of course, you had to be a nuisance.

That's what you truly are, isn't it? Maybe he was right from the beginning.

The flame roaring in the hearth doesn't even equate to the anger burning in his chest. He can't believe this, he can't believe you but most of all, he can't believe himself.

You tricked him, and he fell for it. You played him like a puppet and he put his strings on your palms. And now everything he's worked so hard to build is falling apart before his very eyes.

The youngest brother he's trying so hard to protect argues with him, his ever-loyal twin brother now glaring daggers at Lucifer and he feels more pain than anger. He watches them leave before allowing his gaze to look over his other brothers, whom are looking at him hesitantly before turning his back to them and walking back into his own room to think.

The next thing he knew, he can hear his brothers causing another ruckus in another part of the house.

He expected this, of course, you and the twins would come back to seek refuge from Diavolo, try to plead with him to protect his youngest brother from the wrath of the future Devil King, and he debated whether he should go or not.

He scoffs before hitting his chest lightly. Why does it hurt so much? Was it the look in his brothers' eyes that pains him so? Or was it your betrayal of the trust that he handed to you on a silver platter? Perhaps, it was both?

Either way, Lucifer doesn't have the time to idle by and think. Opening the door to his room, he takes a step into the halls and follows the sound of his brothers' screaming...

Only to realize that the sight before him is so much different than the one he had anticipated.

The first thing he heard was Mammon, sobbing, wailing, and it was almost enough to make the demon freeze in place; The last time he heard his brother like this was after the Celestial War...when Lilith....

"MC! Hang in there, MC!"

Lucifer finally arrives at the scene, and from his peripheral vision, he can see his brothers look at him with troubled looks in their gazes, silently asking, pleading for him to do something; but his gaze is locked on one thing only, the limp body of a human that Mammon is holding.

The Avatar of Pride felt like he was suddenly stabbed in his chest, letting out a small choked noise of surprise that no one caught amidst their own panic. Crimson gaze burned through your body, almost as if he was commanding you to stand, but you weren't conscious enough to receive his message.

The familiar sound of laughter that hasn't been heard in quite a long time was what snapped him out of his daze, his gaze traveling to his youngest brother who is sporting a large, amused grin on his face.

"Mammon, you look like such a fool!" Belphegor mused, giving his brother a close-eyed smile, "A human's about to kick the bucket, and yet here you are panicking as if it's the end of the world!"

"Belphie..." The eldest spoke his name almost breathlessly, "You..."

"Belphie!" It was Beelzebub who spoke up, and Lucifer can't remember the last time the Avatar of Gluttony uttered his twin's name with such anger and disbelief in his voice, "What have you done?!"

"This is awful, what's going to happen to MC.....?"

"MC is a human, with injuries this bad, the chances of survival are...."

"Lucifer, can't we do something?!"

His brothers' voices started to interlap with one another, and his ears start ringing as he forces himself to think.

Think, Lucifer.

Do something.

He remembers the first time they smiled at him, they were so bright, so warm, and he hated that feeling because it reminded him of his moniker; the morning star.

Call Simeon or Luke, perhaps their angelic powers could heal them.

Come to think of it, he never really hated MC, did he? He was suspicious of them, sure, but he never once truly hated them for who they were.

Call Diavolo, he should be powerful enough.

If anything, he only hated the way they made him feel. They reminded him of his time as an angel, they were bright, they were warm, they.... they're akin to his own personal morning star.

Call Solomon, he should know what to do.

But of course, he's the Avatar of Pride. A powerless human can't possibly be making him feel this way, right? No way. So, he convinced himself he hates them.

Do something, Lucifer.

He threatened them, he insulted them, and even almost put an end to their life himself, but he regrets that, doesn't he? No matter how many times he convinces himself that he doesn't.

Do something.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what kind of lie he forces upon himself because the truth is MC already had him wrapped around their finger. They already had him, even without a pact.

Do something.

Because he likes them. He adores this nuisance of a human who slithered their way into his heart. He likes MC, more than he's ever liked anyone before.

DO SOMETHING.

"Yes....yes! Perfect!" Belphegor's voice cut through the loud, panicked chatters of the others, his voice crystal clear in Lucifer's ears.

He heard the same laugh once again, and it felt like Belphie was mocking him—his feelings, his emotions,. He felt vulnerable in the eyes of his youngest brother, and he hated that feeling.

He's my brother. He's my brother. I can't hurt him. He's my brother. He's my bro-

"That's exactly the look I was hoping to see on your face Lucifer! Hopeless! Helpless!" Belphegor continues, maniacal laughter still ringing in the air, apparently finding the whole thing amusing.

"Tell me, eldest brother, how does it feel to be so useless that you can't even keep one measly human alive?"

In a snap, Lucifer's mind went blank.

True to his demonic nature, the only thing that remained is rage.

Pure, unadulterated rage.

Lucifer didn't hear the way Beelzebub called out his name, nor did he catch the way Satan reached out to try and stop him in his tracks when the blonde caught wind of what may be going through the Eldest's mind.

Belphegor didn't have time to dodge out of the way, and he could only cough harshly on his brother's face as he feels the air get knocked out of him. His back now glued to the wall, mouth open to gasp for air whilst his oldest brother wraps his hands tightly around his throat, choking him the same way he did with the human.

And the Avatar of Sloth knew he should be scared, terrified, even, as he looks into the eyes that once belonged to the man he admired, the same eyes that once looked at him with concern and adoration; now, he can see that there's a not a single thought behind Lucifer's eyes other than rage and bloodlust.

Still, the demon's reaction to this situation is just as fascinating and amusing as it is terrifying. Knowing that this may be his last words, Belphegor spoke, if only to spite the demon even more.

"Oh, how far you've fallen, dear brother," Belphegor is sputtering to get his words across, yet the smile on his face never leaves "To be played and be fooled by a human to this extent... What has become of you, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?"

The way the lighting hit Lucifer's face made his ruby eyes glow and shadowed the rest of his facial features that made an involuntary shiver go down Belphie's back. The sight before him suddenly reminds him that the demon Satan, the Avatar of Wrath himself, came from the emotions of this very demon before him.

Gone was the Lucifer he knew, the one he considered to be his brother, the one he looked up to, the Morning Star; Before him stood a demon, the most powerful out of the seven rulers of hell, the right hand of the future devil king himself and one of the most powerful creatures in Devildom.

"Calm down, Lucifer!"

"Lucifer, let go!"

"Lucifer, snap out of it, damn you!"

"Lucifer!"

Mammon's, Beelzebub's, Satan's, and Leviathan's voices no longer register in Lucifer's mind, and neither did their hands clawing at his limbs in efforts to try and get him off of the youngest. In the prideful demon's eyes, he wasn't slowly suffocating his brother, rather, it was some nameless demon who dared to lay a hand on his family.

No one is allowed to hurt his family, he'd take care of anyone that poses a threat, he'll get rid of anyone who even dares to touch a single strand of his family's hair—and MC is one that he considers to be one of their own.

"Lucifer!" the voice that finally registered in Lucifer's rage-addled mind was booming, commanding, "That's your brother!"

The voice was followed by a hand, this time, much stronger than that of his brothers, exerting enough force to make his arms hurt before those pair of hands were finally successful in prying the raging demon away from the one he used to protect.

Belphegor gasps for air as the pressure on his neck finally disappears, his knees gave out but his twin was quick to catch him before his body could meet the floor. Mammon was quick to crouch and check on his youngest brother, holding onto his hand which the youngest was quick to squeeze while catching his breath.

Sure, Mammon doesn't exactly like Belphie at the moment, but he's still his brother. He'd still, and always will, protect his younger brothers—even if it was against the eldest.

Satan lets out a sigh of exhaustion, emerald eyes darting from Belphie to Lucifer while Leviathan anxiously looks over at Belphegor.

Lucifer finally snaps out of his fit of rage, pushing the demon holding him and taking a step back. The said demon senses that the calm and collected Lucifer had made its return, and allowed him to take a moment to breathe, but he still had his guard up in case the demon decided to attack his brother once again.

"Lucifer..." Diavolo starts, the usual cheery tone that accompanies his words now nowhere to be found,

"Diavolo," Lucifer acknowledges the demon, eyes looking over at him to see that his friend has transformed into his true form, and the same can be said of his brothers behind Diavolo. Looking down at his own hands, his red gloves looking back at him, only did he realize that he, too, was in his natural form.

"MC..." He starts. Diavolo immediately notes the regret and shame in his voice and was quick to cut him off.

"-is with Barbatos, Solomon, and Asmodeus. They should be fine soon." Diavolo finishes for him, and seeing the confused frown on his friend's face, he continues to explain what he knows from the situation.

"You flew off the handle. Asmodeus contacted me and Barbatos was quick to make a portal here. From what I saw, all four of the remaining brothers were trying to pry you off of Belphegor. I stayed while Barbatos and Asmodeus bring MC to Solomon."

"I...... see."

Diavolo frowns at the sight of his friend looking down in shame at his actions,

"For you to cause fatal harm to your own brother..." Diavolo starts, causing the other demon to avert his eyes in shame, an everlasting frown plastered on his features, "What happened, Lucifer?"

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer could only tell him the truth.

"I became weak."

A knock reverberated inside the music room, overtaking the sound of the cursed record currently spinning in the player whilst Lucifer lays back in his chair, legs spread open, his coat and suit perched on the coat rack, the first buttons of his shirt open.

Lucifer would be lying if he said he hadn't expected this, but he really wished they just left him alone; sitting up straight, he buttons his shirt properly and ran his gloved hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it and hide his miserable self. He's Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, after all.

Anything but perfect is unacceptable.

"Come in,"

He could only infer a few possibilities as to whom might be on the other side of the door: It could be either Diavolo or Barbatos, about to inquire about his behavior earlier in the day. It could also be Beelzebub, demanding he take accountability for his actions. Perhaps, even Solomon, for who knows what reason.

But the most likely answer to that question was...

The door opens and in comes the eldest brother's guest. Contrary to the demon's loud personality, he didn't speak a word as he comes in, tray in hand. He places the aforementioned tray on the nearest coffee table from the oldest, and from what Lucifer can see, it contains two servings of what he knew to be a peanut butter sandwich and a cup with haphazardly made tea.

"Mammon.." Lucifer acknowledges the presence of his younger brother, who only looks at him with a poorly disguised concerned look through his colored lenses.

"Eat," Mammon responded, "You haven't eaten all day,"

"Ho-" Before Lucifer could even finish his question, Mammon already answered the question that has been eating at him all day.

"I can't guarantee Belphie is fine, Lord Diavolo took him. Somethin' about making sure MC is safe and violatin' some rules. I tried to stop him but-"

"You did your best, Mammon."

Mammon stopped for a while at that, silently just looking at his brother who gave him a small but tired smile. Even at Lucifer's attempt to present himself to look better than he feels, Mammon has known his brother long enough to know how much of a mess Lucifer's mind is right now.

"Beel, obviously, is not fine with that. He almost charged up here to ask you to get Belphie back but I was able to calm him down for a while. Levi is looking after him at the moment," Mammon finishes his recap for the eldest before remembering an important detail that he almost forgot, "Oh- and Lord Diavolo told me to tell you that you're on house arrest."

The eldest brother took a few seconds to take in the information laid before him and then let out the deepest sigh he's let out for the past month.

"But that's a problem for us to deal with tomorrow," Mammon picks up one of the plates of peanut butter sandwiches, handing it to his brother who simply stared at the food, "For now, eat up and rest."

"....thank you," Lucifer mutters, before reaching out to place the plate on his lap, gloved hands picking up the sandwich before him and taking a bite. The familiar taste made him feel a bit of relief, a small respite from the whole mess.

As Lucifer takes another bite, Mammon walks to the other side of the room to pick up a chair, placing it a safe distance away from Lucifer to give his oldest brother the space he needs, but still close enough for Lucifer to sense his presence.

Mammon knew better than to question Lucifer for his earlier actions, he didn't need to see him to know that the Avatar of Pride was already wallowing in guilt from his actions. He also knew better than to ask Lucifer to verbalize his thoughts and feelings.

Still, the Avatar of Greed stayed. Manspreading on the chair before reaching out for his own sandwich, trying to get himself to enjoy the cursed record his brother loved so much. At the very least, Mammon wanted Lucifer to know that he wasn't alone, that he's here to help him, and that it's not a sin to lean and depend on him every now and then.

After all, that's his job as the second eldest, is it not? To lessen the burden on his oldest brother.

Sure, he's no Lucifer, and he isn't exactly the best role model to his younger brothers, and he always gets in trouble, but that still doesn't relieve him of his responsibilities to look out not just for his younger brothers, but for his stubborn older brother as well.

"I have deep feelings for them,"

Amidst the silence between the two brothers, it was Lucifer who spoke first. Allowing himself to be vulnerable even just for a short while, a rare sight, but definitely not a first to Mammon.

"I..." Lucifer's words falter, and he frowns to himself, "I just saw red."

"I know," Mammon responds, loudly sipping from his own cup of tea, before continuing to speak with a low voice, almost as if he's ashamed of himself. "For a while, I did too."

Lucifer watches as Mammon's eyes land on the floor. His little brother always has been an open book, the most expressive out of all of them. In a desperate attempt to lighten up the mood, he decides to tease him a bit.

"You seem to be taking it well," The sadness in Lucifer's voice was still there, but now mixed with a teasing lilt to it. Confused at the sudden change of mood, Mammon looks up and his sapphire eyes meet his brother's crimson, nonverbally asking him to elaborate.

"Me liking MC, that is." The eldest lift the teacup to his lips, and had he no self-control at all, he would've winced at the taste of the tea. But he could tell Mammon tried his best to brew this for him, so he gulped it down the same way he does with Barbatos' tea.

"Don't you like MC as well, Mammon?"

"Ugh," Mammon groans, now a scoff on his face while he rolls his eyes, "Ya really believe that?"

"Hmm? Well, don't you?"

"Of course not!" Mammon almost exclaims like he felt scandalized by the thought of him, The Great Mammon, liking a human. "No offense, but they're not my type. They're my best friend, is all."

Mammon then shrugs, continuing his words.

"Besides, everyone already knows you like MC," Mammon stated like it was a casual fact, and not a whole bomb being dropped right on his brother's face—which caused the aforementioned brother to choke on his tea, letting out loud coughs as he hit his chest.

One glare from Lucifer was enough to make Mammon smile nervously, and out of habit, he started spilling every single thing to him.

"It was Diavolo, not me!" Mammon was quick to put the blame on the demon lord, "HE talked to ME about how ya never stop talking about MC, and how you insist on takin' care of any work that is related to them."

"Go on."

"I mean, personally, I thought you hated them. But then I started to notice how you looked at them.. It was different. It reminds me of the way you look at us; at Belphie when he sleeps, at Levi when he cheers at winning a game, at Asmo who happily thanked you for choosing an outfit for him, at Beel whenever he enjoys your cooking, and at Satan when he plays with cats—it was kinda the same, but different, ya know? Like you see them as family, but not in the way you see us... does that make sense?" Mammon shakes his head, before deciding to continue regardless of whether Lucifer understood him or not, "and I mean, Sure, you were harsh with 'em, but other than Lord Diavolo, is there really anyone you weren't harsh with?"

Lucifer scrunches his eyebrows at Mammon's words, quite confused by them. Does this mean that he's had this feeling lingering in his chest for longer than he originally thought? Was he really the last one to realize?

"Then I thought I'm not the best at this. I figured I could confirm with Asmo 'cause if there's anyone who knows somethin' 'bout affection, it should be him. And that's also when he noticed, and he was the one that blabbered about it to our brothers, 'til it just reached the angels and Solomon,"

At the sudden influx of information, Lucifer can't help but squeeze his eyes shut. His right hand raising to squeeze the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Of course, he should have expected this.

But amongst the surplus of information that Mammon suddenly dropped on him, Lucifer only found himself caring for one certain fact.

"Do they know?"

At that, the nervousness painted on Mammon's face immediately dropped, now exchanged with seriousness as he answered his brother's question confidently.

"No,"

And for the first time that day, Lucifer found himself sighing in relief, letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.

You didn't know. He hadn't lost the chance to be the one to inform you of his own feelings.

Somehow, that one thought was enough to somehow calm the disaster that is Lucifer's thoughts and emotions. He truly had it bad for you, a mere human, making him feel like this. You have him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

And, disturbingly enough, he realized that he didn't mind that at all.

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A/N: Hello! I still can't comment because my main blog is shadowbanned lol but if you wanna be tagged in the next part just lemme know in the replies!!

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | six

Up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups. *Ellie’s POV* I sat on the floor across from Jolly and Folio as they shuffled the cards and started passing them around. Noah passed me a beer in a red plastic cup and we waited for the game to start. I took a few sips of my beer to loosen myself up, I wanted his friends to like me and a situation like this is the best way to test them. “Fair warning, this could get ugly.” Noah says before taking a sip of his drink.

The first couple rounds were a little awkward since we were all sober but the more we drank the better it got. I asserted my dominance by nailing Matt with a +4 card every chance that I could. Not cause I wanted to win but because his reactions got funnier the more it happened. Noah ended up sitting back and watching us play, I think he was scared I would’ve destroyed him, and he would be right. He shimmied himself behind me and I sat between his legs and I rested my back on his chest. After we finished our seventh round Nick brought over some shot glasses and bottle of tequila. Our glasses clinked together and the second the liquid hit my throat it burned immensely. I chugged my beer to chase it but it didn’t help whatsoever. “Okay Matt I have a dare for you.” My words were slurring a little bit, deeply regretting taking that shot. “I promise I won’t give you anymore 4+ cards if you take a body shot off Folio.” “How about I do it off you instead, babe?” He winked, completely oblivious of Noahs death stare behind him. “Nice try. Get on the table Folio.” I shot back as I snapped my fingers. The whole group started laughing and supporting my terrible dare. With no hesitation Folio ripped his shirt off and laid down on the table. I could hardly control my laughter as Matt reached over the table and took the shot with no hands. Noah raised his eyebrows at me, as if he was impressed with what I just made his friends do. Something was telling me it was hard to win them over, but I think I did it? “Bro you can’t just make up your own rules!” Folio yells as he throws the empty uno box at Matt’s head. “Fuck yourself Folio!” I laughed as I watched them wrestle in the corner, they acted like we were in high school but I loved it. Noah pulled me closer to him and I closed my eyes as he started to gently kiss my temple over and over. I was quite surprised by him and his public display of affection in front of his bandmates but they also didn’t seem to mind either. I also knew that dark cloud was above us and we really needed to figure out what this is between us. The guys were getting another round ready but I knew it was time. “We should go so we can talk.” I whispered to Noah. “Ready when you are.” He whispered back as he brushed my hair away from my face. “I’m gonna go ask Steven if we have any hoodies left so you don’t get cold.” He helped me get up off the floor and kissed the top of my head gently before leaving the room. “El, are you okay?” Danielle asked as she walked over to me with a concerned look on her face. “Yeah, I just want to be alone with Noah so we can talk about last night.” I replied as I saw Noah reappear with a hoodie and a bottle of water for me. “Are you okay to stay here or?” “Don’t worry about it,” she cut me off. “I couldn’t get tomorrow off so I need to drive home tonight.” “Thank you.” I said before giving her a hug. “By the way, Noah is so in love with you.” She whispered low enough that Noah didn’t hear her. ”Shut up.” I blushed. “You ready?” Noah asked me and I simply nodded. He took my hand as we said goodbye to everyone, of course everyone booed and wanted us to stay. We walked out of the venue and it wasn’t as cold as I expected but I still put the hoodie on that Noah gave me. It was actually one of their hoodies I had my eye on for months but it kept selling out so I was happy to finally own it. I wanted to go to the merch booth after the show last night to grab it but, well you know the rest.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Noah asked as we walked down the street. “I really did. You have a great group of people around you.” “They really like you, I hope you know that.” He muses before looking down at his feet, something I’m noticing he does a lot when he’s nervous. It was adorable, actually. “That’s such a relief. Honestly all of you scared me before I met you.” “And now?” “Still a little intimidated by Nick but I’m working on it.” We arrived at my hotel room and I crashed on the bed as soon as we got in. My feet were killing me and I couldn’t wait to get my boots off. I felt Noah lift my foot up as he began untie my boots. I kept my attention on him and watched his tattooed fingers loosen my shoelaces with such ease. I’d be lying if I said his hands didn’t turn me on, but as of right now, everything about him turned me on.  “Thank you.” I managed to breathe out as I started to get feeling back in my feet. “Of course.” He says as he gives my feet a squeeze, “Are you okay if I leave for a few minutes? I just realized we got all the way here and I didn’t pack any clean clothes or even a toothbrush.” “Are you insinuating that you’re sleeping over?” I joked with a raised eyebrow. “Oh umm, I mean if you’re ok with that.” He blushes. “I guess I should’ve mentioned I was planning on coming back up to Vancouver tomorrow to see you but you beat me to the surprise.” “You were?” He just nods before crawling onto the bed and towering over me. My heart was beating so fast as he closed the gap between us and kissed me with such desperation. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers found their place tangled up in his hair. He pressed his entire body onto mine as our kiss deepened. “Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily?” He breathlessly said as we broke apart. He gently kissed my thumb as I rubbed the smeared lipstick off of his face. I was really surprised how affectionate he was being with me despite not hearing anything about my divorce yet, but I wasn’t going to protest. “I’m gonna go grab my stuff and I’ll be right back.” I just nodded as he leaned down and gently kissed my cheek before leaving. As soon as he left I got changed into my pyjamas, just a pair of cotton shorts and a matching tank top and I drank the rest of my water while I waited. My mind was still having a hard time processing that this was happening and that this man who I’ve adored for years could have feelings towards me. This is the kind of stuff you’d dream about in high school about your crush. “I’m back.”

I looked up from my phone and saw Noah walk in with his suitcase and a duffel bag. He put his stuff down on the other bed and sat beside me. We were both quiet because we knew the fun was over and that we needed to talk about the elephant in the room. “I guess I should start.” I replied with a shakiness in my voice. Noah reached over and intertwined our fingers together waiting for me to start. “Before I say anything -“ “Ellie.” He interrupted me, causing my heart to flutter at the sound of my name. “I thought I lost you for good and I’m not going to let that happen again. There’s nothing you can say that will make me run this time, I promise.” “Ok.” I took a huge breath. “Where do you want me to begin?” “Why are you getting divorced?” “About a month ago, I found out that my husband has been having an affair with someone he works with. It’s been happening since we got married and it was going on during my entire pregnancy and still is.” I paused. “Yeah I also have a son, he’s 15 months old…have I scared you yet?” Noah just shook his head and gave my hands an assuring squeeze. Noah had this calm aura about him that was so damn rare these days in a man, it made me feel like I could tell him anything without getting an irrational response. “Tyler, he grew up super conservative and I think his parents forced him to marry me because it all happened so fast. I thought at the time that’s what he wanted so I agreed to marry him but once I had Liam I started to resent him. He was hardly around and only helped when he felt like it. I’ve wanted to leave him even before I found out about the affair but I just couldn’t do it. So once I found out about it, I started working with lawyers but I got scared and kept putting it off until…” “Until what?” “Until I met you.” I pulled away from his gaze and the silence in the room was absorbing me. “Me?” The tone of his voice was making me feel unsettled. I still wouldn’t look at him and I pulled my hands away from his out of fear. “Noah, you showed me what my life would look like if I finally left him. I just needed a little push to do it.” I muttered as I picked at my nail polish. “I don’t want you to think you’re the reason my marriage fell apart.” “Ellie, I wouldn’t think that at all and I am so fucking sorry this is happening to you.” He replied as he lifted my chin to look at him. “I’m happy that I could help you take a step in the right direction to be happy, but if you need your freedom, I understand.” “I don’t want freedom if it means you’ll leave.” I whispered as tears began to fill my eyes. I just don’t think I could live in a world without Noah, it didn’t feel right. “I was more scared of losing you last night than losing my marriage.” “I’m not leaving unless you tell me to okay?” I just nod as he wiped the one tear that escaped me. “I’m just so relieved you gave me a second chance.” “I’d give you a million chances Noah.” I replied softly, looking up at his gorgeous dark eyes as a small smile appeared on his face. “Anything else you want to know?” “What’s next?” “He should be getting the papers tomorrow so I’m sure he’ll call me and start screaming.” I replied, almost laughing for some reason. “Then we’ll get a court date to finalize everything and hopefully I’ll be a free woman soon. My lawyer is actually Danielle’s mom so she’s getting this done for me as fast as she can.” “Regardless how long this takes, I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Noah assures me. “Good, you’re stuck with me.”

Noah flashes me his million dollar smile before crawling into bed with me. We kept stealing kisses and talking about everything and anything. We talked about my job, how I got into his band and lightly touched on our childhoods. Noah was a bit hesitant to speak about his so I changed the subject to Anime, which caused us to be up for another hour. I’ve never clicked with a human so quickly like I have with him. This was turning into something special, I could tell. *Noah’s POV* I’ve never craved being around someone like I have with Ellie. We clicked on so many levels that I started to wonder if I knew her in a past life. I learned she’s a nurse which I thought was pretty admirable, especially working with premature babies. This girl also knew her anime, which really impressed me. It got me thinking maybe we’ll have lazy days watching it in the future when it rains, which it seems to do a lot in Vancouver. She also loved watching sports, it wasn’t really my forte, I mean I’ve watched football games with Folio but thats it. I’m going to make an effort to watch games or even go to games with her cause I know it would make her happy. She also wanted to go to Japan one day and I wanted to be the one to take her. Whoa. Slow down, Noah. Ellie fell asleep so peacefully in my arms and all I could do was watch her. I counted the stands of her dark hair that fell in front of her face, cascading down her arm. I pushed them to the side and brushed my hand against her skin. It angers me to know someone treated her so horribly. I wanted to go find Tyler myself and beat him senseless but that wouldn’t solve anything. Still, fuck him for what he did. I’ll never understand why men are never happy with what they have. If I had Ellie as a wife I’d never look in another women’s direction again. My phone buzzed beside me and I saw it was Nick. “Soooo how did everything go?” “Better than I could’ve imagined :) This girl is incredible…” “For the short amount of time I saw you two together, you looked really happy man.” “It scares me how much I adore her already.” “Don’t…I think she’ll be good for you.” I put my phone down and just sighed. This felt surreal. It felt surreal to have someone I wanted to protect and adore every second of the day. She was everything I wanted in a partner. She was funny, intelligent, had a way with words and was such a headstrong woman. I’d so also be lying if I didn’t think she was the most beautiful woman I’ve met. When I felt Ellie falling into a deeper sleep I took the opportunity to get up since I was still fully dressed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and stripped myself down to my boxers. I turned all the lights out and crawled back into bed. “Noah?” I loved hearing her say my name, everything just stopped when she said it. 

“I’m here.” I whispered, pulling her back into me. I waited for her to reply but she fell back asleep. I smirked before kissing her forehead. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling of having her sleeping beside me, knowing she felt safe. It got me thinking I never wanted to sleep alone again.

[jjungkookislife]

Secret ||PJM || Pt. 38: To Us

pairing: sugar daddy!jimin x f. reader

genre: established relationship, 18+

summary: big things are happening all around

wc: 2.7k

warnings: time skip, alcohol mention/use, boudoir shoot, implied smut

date: January 5, 2024

18 months later 

The sun shines it’s last rays as it sets over the horizon. Orange and pink paint the sky beautifully. You stare out the window, watching the city below as Jimin hums to himself, typing away on his computer. 

Laughter fills the hallway despite the late hour. Hoseok is doing a live, taking his fans with him in the bathroom as it grows darker outside. Perhaps he’s unaware of your presence and Jimin’s. 

In the practice room, Jungkook and Taehyung do a dance challenge. Yoongi films and adds his two-cents. He’s just released an album himself and the excitement has sent him over the moon. Sales are wonderful and he’ll embark on a tour with Jungkook. It seems like the older man can never escape him, though he loves Jungkook to bits. 

In the gym, Namjoon smirks as he gets Seokjin on the treadmill. His finger sits beside the button, raising and lowering the speed at random intervals. Seokjin huffs, cursing him out every time it goes faster than his long legs can carry him. 

Namjoon has taken time from his gym to work with Jimin’s company, focusing primarily on his friends. He’s tough, but everyone loves having him around, even Jimin. The two seem to spend a lot of time together, even without you; it brings a smile to your face. 

Everyone you love is under the same roof, a warmth filling your body as you think of them. 

“Sorry I took so long, baby. I’m done for the night,” Jimin says as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. “I’m all yours.”

You place your hands over his, turning to kiss him on the lips. 

“Ready for dinner with the guys?” You ask as you check the chat, confirming everyone will join you. 

Jimin nods. He takes your hand in his, laughter coming from outside his office before the door bursts open and Jungkook leads the group of chaos. There’s already an argument broken out between Taehyung and Seokjin, the elder red in the face from his protests. 

Yoongi smiles from his spot in the back, egging his boyfriend on just to hear Seokjin’s voice rise in pitch. 

Jungkook is wrapped around Namjoon, the two giggling as Hoseok ends his live after putting on a filter that turned him into a flower. He laughs as he puts his phone in his pocket, watching his boyfriend grit his teeth before he takes off chasing Taehyung down the hallway. 

Sighing, Jimin leads everyone out of the office after them, his door shuts and locks automatically after. 

Unfortunately for Jimin, Tae and Seokjin argue all the way to dinner while in the limo. They only stop when Jimin threatens to send them home with empty tummies and grumpy boyfriends. 

“Sorry,” they grumble just as the limo pulls up to the restaurant. 

“Don’t forget to smile as you head inside. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook you get out first then Tae and Seokjin with Hoseok. We’ll be in the rear. We’re old news anyway,” Jimin waves his hand and you huff. 

“Hey! My new line is coming out next month!” You protest, affronted.

“We haven’t revealed it yet,” Jimin reminds you as the door opens and Yoongi steps out of the limo with Joon and Kook behind him. Seokjin and Tae follow with Hoseok in tow. 

Hoseok stops to offer you his hand as you get out, helping you steady yourself before Jimin takes over. You thank him, and Hobi winks before following Seokjin into the restaurant, ignoring the flash of the camera. His album announcement drops tomorrow. 

Dinner goes as smoothly as you can imagine. You’re thankful to be home after such a long day of work and final preparations. 

“I’m so exhausted,” you groan as you push back the covers and climb into the bed you share with Jimin. He smiles as he gets into his side, pulling you closer to him. 

The bedroom is illuminated by the low light of the purple lamp on your nightstand. The wall beside it littered in picture frames containing the wonderful memories of you and your friends. Most are of you and Jimin, smiling at each other at different events and in some intimate moments. 

In his home office, where only you and your friends are allowed, sits a wall of your boudoir shoot. Yes, it was Jungkook’s idea, and you were egged on by Taehyung and Seokjin once Kook spilled the beans. 

Now all four of you have portraits in your homes of yourselves and even one of all of you together. You smile to yourself at the comical expression Jimin sent your way when the four of you revealed the photos during a lazy night hang out at Jungkook and Joon’s apartment. 

It ended quickly, all of you heading home to enjoy your partners. 

“What?” Jimin asks when you softly shake with laughter. 

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

Jimin grins, poking your cheek with his finger, his head moving to bury in your neck as he whines, “Tell me!”

“It’s nothing,” you chuckle as you run your fingers through his hair. He whines again but nearly purrs when you scratch his head.

“I was thinking of the boudoir reveal,” you smile as he raises his head to look at you. He smirks.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Remember how you shut the elevator door on everyone? Made them take the stairs while you pushed me against the wall to kiss me.”

Jimin chuckles darkly, eyes twinkling with mischief at the recollection. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You smile, kissing his jaw before descending toward his neck. He moans as he allows you to climb over him; his hands settle on your hips when you rock against him.

“You teased me until we got home. Made me cum in the limo and then on the bed until all I could say was your name,” you bite back a moan. Jimin’s hands move upward to cup your tits, a devious smile on his lips.

“How about a repeat?” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you giggle. Your lips meet his before he’s rolling you beneath him with ease. Your hands weave in his hair, tugging at the roots just to hear him curse your name. He kisses you with need, a hunger so deep it rattles your bones.

“Jimin,” his name rolls off your tongue in a sultry cry, and continues to do so for the rest of the night.

Music fills the top floor of the building when you arrive with Jimin on your arm. A bright smile adorns your face as you walk through the doors to see the party already in full swing. 

Hoseok has done an amazing job preparing for it and it was nice to see everything come along so smoothly. Immediately, your eyes find Jungkook’s. He waves enthusiastically, which makes your group of friends turn to face the two of you in unison. 

A laugh escapes you as you head over. Jimin grabs a flute of champagne from a passing server and hands it to you. 

Taehyung raises his drink in your direction and the both of you take a sip. 

“How’s it going?” You ask as you set the drink on the table. Jungkook grins, rattling off details about the party celebrating Hoseok’s album. 

Speaking of Hoseok, he’s still making rounds greeting everyone and taking photos. You hope you can steal him away for a moment to congratulate him on his great achievement. 

“He looks good, huh?” Seokjin asks, hearts in his eyes as he looks at his boyfriend. 

“He does,” you nod in agreement. “He was born for this.”

Seokjin nods before taking a sip of his drink. You watch him closely, noting the way his gaze lingers on Hoseok a second too long and his hands are tucked into the pockets of his pants. 

Suspicion grows inside you, but Jimin soothes you by rubbing your lower back when he feels you stiffen from the tension. You’re distracted when Jungkook drags you and Taehyung to dance on the side of the stage. Laughter bubbles out of you as you try to keep up but fail miserably when they dance in sync.

You watch from the sidelines for a while with Namjoon at your side. 

Unfortunately, Yoongi was unable to attend due to some last minute tour arrangements that couldn’t wait til morning. You’ll fill him in tomorrow over brunch with everyone. Though you still wish he was here celebrating with all of you. 

Jimin has promised to fly you out to see him, Jungkook, and Namjoon as often as possible and you’re very grateful. The lot of you haven’t been apart for ages and it would be hard to cope without your best friends all around. You know you all have different paths in life but why walk separately when you can walk together?

Seokjin is at the Photo Booth when you see him next. Jimin has been dragged into a dance battle after Hoseok’s album was streamed for all to hear. Your friends congratulated him the loudest, starting a long standing ovation for your best friend that brought him to tears. Several hugs ensued, and you had finally managed to sneak off to talk to Seokjin. 

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your instincts were telling you something was up with the now model and soon to be actor. He wasn’t one to keep secrets from you (or you from him), so you couldn’t help but wonder what it was that was keeping him so quiet. It was unusual for him to keep his distance from you, especially on such a huge event for the love of his life, as he so often claimed. So what gives?

Okay, perhaps you were a little too nosy, but you cared for your friend. You wouldn’t push if he truly didn’t want to share, you respected his boundaries but you also just couldn’t go on having fun with everyone else without checking in. What if something was upsetting him? You knew what it was like to plaster on a smile while in a crowd but falling to pieces inside. You wouldn’t let that happen to Seokjin if you could help it. 

“Hey,” he greets when you stand beside him and the flash of the camera goes off. You pose for a few photos before finally going for it. 

“Seokjin,” you say his name softly, almost hesitating. 

“Yeah?” He asks with a raised brow, and you already know he’s on high alert. 

“Is everything okay? You’ve been kind of distant tonight,” you tell him and he sighs. You note that his hands are still in his pockets and your curiosity heightened.

Slowly, he pulls his hands from his pockets as another flash goes off. He sighs heavily, knowing he’s busted. 

“We didn’t want to tell anyone tonight to keep from stealing the spotlight but you know me too well. It’s why I’ve been keeping my distance from Hoseok and you guys.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Had they broken up? 

“Did you and Hoseok break up?” You manage to speak. The words are heavy like lead and your tongue tangles getting them out. 

Seokjin smiles, shaking his head. 

Another flash.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” he chirps as he raises his hand and you notice the shining ring. “We’re engaged!”

A flash goes off as you scream in excitement, tugging him to your chest as you hug him. More flashes go off to document the moment and soon you’re both jumping up and down in your seats until you tumble out with Seokjin beside you. 

Your commotion and gleeful laughter catches the attention of a few partygoers before your friends are helping the two of you up with raised brows and puzzled expressions. 

Hoseok takes one look at you and Seokjin and he knows. His smile is even brighter than it has been all evening and he chuckles. “Couldn’t keep a secret?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “She’s too nosy.”

You stare at the thumb he’s pointing at you and stick your tongue out at him. “Sue me for being his best friend.”

“Yoongi does not approve of that expression,” Taehyung giggles as he drapes his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, still confused as Jimin nods beside him. 

Hoseok bites his bottom lip before ushering the seven of you out of the party towards his studio. 

Once inside, he wraps his arm around Seokjin’s waist, kissing his cheek. “We wanted to wait until at least tomorrow, but I guess the secret is out.”

“I was concerned!” You protest and the couple laughs. 

“Can someone fill us in?” Jimin pouts. He wants in on the secret too.

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a look before Hoseok lifts Seokjin’s perfectly manicured hand. “We’re engaged!”

“Shut up!” Jungkook shouts as he tackles the two, wanting to be the first to hug them. They both yelp when the muscular man slams into them, laughter escaping them when they’re both lifted off the ground. 

“Jungkook!” Namjoon calls, trying to pry the happy couple from his boyfriend’s arms. “You’re gonna break them before they make it down the aisle. Put them down.”

Jungkook listens, apologizing hastily before turning to you and taking your hands in his. “They’re engaged!”

The both of you jump up and down in a circle until Taehyung and Jimin join you. Namjoon hangs back, video calling Yoongi to share the news and the excitement.

Seokjin and Hoseok hold each other close as they watch their friends share in their excitement. Hoseok hadn’t planned on proposing tonight, especially right before his party started but he was just so overjoyed and filled with his immense love for Seokjin that he just dropped down to his knee and proposed. It wasn’t as romantic as he hoped to plan later on, perhaps a candlelight dinner, a walk by the river, and champagne after but the moment felt right and Seokjin had said yes. 

After celebrating with a quick love making session, the couple arrived at the party, promising each other not to spill the beans. 

Until you came along, of course…

With a few more hugs and excited squeals, the seven of you make your way back to the party even more hyped than before. 

The next morning, the eight of you meet up for brunch. 

Celebratory drinks are poured, smiles are abundant and the youngest and oldest are already squabbling. 

You smile as you lean against your boyfriend, his lips pressed to your forehead for a quick peck. Despite all the chaos among you, you’re both happy. 

It’s one of the last times the eight of you will be together for a while. Yoongi and Jungkook are going on tour and taking Joon. Taehyung and Seokjin are on tight filming schedules, and Hoseok has a few performances in the near future, some overseas. 

However, Jimin will be by your side through all of it, and your focus has been on expanding your business. Seokjin has a line of makeup coming out soon while Hoseok has a line of nail polish and nail art dropping later in the year. 

Big plans are coming in the near future and even though it’s very rewarding, you still feel the pressure you did when your first line dropped. Your thankful to have the love and support from your friends and Jimin, they’ve definitely kept you going when things seemed bleak. 

Warmth fills your chest as you look around the table, laughter spilling from your friends’ lips as Jimin laces his fingers with yours. 

“We should plan a trip for everyone after the tour,” he states, almost reading your mind as you take another look at your friends. 

“I’d love that,” you nod, blinking away the tears that sting in the corner of your eyes. 

Jimin smiles, joining the conversation around him; a debate over the best appetizer at Hobi’s party last night. 

There will be more days like this. More days filled with joy and love, friendship, laughter, and even some sadness but you know as long as the eight of you stick together, there’s nothing you can’t overcome. 

“To us,” Yoongi raises his glass as do the rest of your friends. You lock eyes with Jimin as you raise your glass. 

“To us.”

Secret  || PJM

part thirty-eight: to us

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Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.3)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura.

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1).

Description: In the last chapter Crocodile kissed Yujo. What will happen next?

Warnings: The action takes place around the end of the 18th - beginning of the 19th century.

Words: 1318

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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Yujo came to her senses and found herself hugging Crocodile's neck. She forcefully pushed him away from her. 

"I beg your pardon, you took me by surprise. If you are a real gentleman, you know that it is not right to do such things to a girl who is engaged to your, as I understand it, companion." Yujo blushed and didn’t know what to do with herself. 

"I like to break the rules sometimes, you know." Crocodile walked up to Yujo and ran his thumb over her lips. 

"They're expecting us at dinner." Yujo said quietly, feeling goosebumps run through her body just from one Crocodile's gaze.

“This is my castle, I’m the boss here and they won’t start until I come. And I don’t plan to do that in the next five minutes.” He grabbed her around the waist with his hook again, put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her greedily again. Yujo felt his tongue slide across the roof of her mouth. She felt her legs gradually become numb and her fingertips began to pulsate.

"Please, sir, no!" Yujo forcefully pushed Crocodile away and ran out of his office. She stood in the corridor and tried to catch her breath. 

She quickly straightened her dress and hairstyle and walked towards the dining room. Yujo's mind was a little clouded by what had happened and she had no idea where she was going, but the sound of glasses and laughter told her where to go.

"Yujo, there you are! Where have you been?" Helena waved to her sister. "I talked to our father, he told me a little about this afternoon's meeting with Crocodile. I don't know anything about the swordsman yet but..."

"Can you be quiet?" Yujo barked at her sister.

"What?" Helena looked at her in surprise.

Yujo glanced at Helena, saw her wet eyes and sighed heavily. "Sorry. Sorry, please, my little sister. I got a little emotional today. So what's up with your swordsman, crybaby?" Yujo tried to fake a smile and wrapped her arms around her sister's shoulders.

"I won't tell you anything else." Helena became sad and carefully wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Helena. I won't raise my voice at you again. I'm telling you, this is all the wedding, the preparation for it, this dinner. Let's do next, we'll come home and you'll tell me everything, okay? I bet Selena baked delicious scones for us. We'll take them to the bedroom and will be eating scones right in the beds, and you'll tell me everything, okay? In the meantime, we need to behave like ladies during the dinner. This cooperation with the Cross Guild is important to our father."

Helena became noticeably happier. Either because she could talk to her sister again about her future husband, or because she was looking forward to eating scones in bed.

Dinner went well, apparently. The girls' father talked for a long time with Sir Crocodile about something, they looked at some papers and at the end of the evening they shook hands. Yujo watched what was happening out of the corner of her eye, not forgetting to communicate with the guests of the evening but the kiss with Crocodile was spinning in her head.

Their family returned home. Helena ran to the kitchen for scones and tea, and took them to the bedroom. After changing into their linen nightgowns the sisters settled into their beds.

"Yujo, Yujo. Can you hear me?" Helena waved her hand in front of her sister's face.

Yujo snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had missed half of her sister's speech. “Yes, of course. Sorry. I’m a little tired. Ok, I’m with you again. Tell me what you found out.”

Helena happily took a bite of her scone. “Mmm, cherry. So... I found out that the swordmans is tall and wears a hat. Perhaps with a feather. Imagine. A real gentleman should wear a hat with a feather. I also tried to find out about the third member of this the Cross Guild, but there was no particular information for me. I wasn’t impressed. Can you imagine, sister, how great it will be! You will marry Mr. 3, and I will marry the swordsman." Helena put aside the plate of scones and turned around on the bed a couple of times. "God, I'm so happy!"

Yujo shook her head laughing. She liked this slight stupidity of her sister.

“What kind of information do you have? Tell me. Have you managed to talk with Mister 3 after the dinner? How are the preparations? Is everything ready? I’m so impatient to marry you off. By the way, I heard our father is meeting with Crocodile again tomorrow. Apparently, they agreed on cooperation. But I don't know the details, I was distracted by young countess Nami at the most interesting point and we started talking to her. Can you imagine, she is already engaged too. She will marry Count Sanji. Everyone gets married except me." Helena pouted.

"Calm down, Helena, dad will find you a good husband." Yujo said, laying down on the blanket. "I'm sure you'll marry your swordsman. In the worst case, don't forget about my version with the clown." Yujo laughed.

"Stop saying that." Helena said in a scared voice and covered herself with the blanket.

Yujo couldn't sleep all night. She tossed and turned in bed, remembering her kiss with Crocodile. Despite his menacing appearance, his lips turned out to be very tender. She remembered the coldness of the metal on her waist, his warm hand and his hot body that pressed her against the bookcase.

Yujo stood up, put on a thin robe and went to the kitchen to drink warm milk. Luckily, there was no one in the kitchen and Yujo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed to her that her excitement was visible on her face, she blushed every time she remembered Crocodile. And she didn’t want anyone to notice her worries and not ask stupid questions. She heated the milk and returned to the bedroom.

In the morning, going down to breakfast, the girls heard loud male voices.

"Sir Watton, with all due respect, this is unfair. I spent a lot of money on all this."

"I already told you everything, mister Galdino." The girls heard their father's voice.

"Is this Mister 3?" Helena asked in a whisper. “What is he doing here? And why so early?”

Yujo and Helena sat down on the steps and began to eavesdrop.

“No, mister John Watton, take the trouble to explain why do I learn about everything not from you, not from him, but simply in the letter that the postman brought me? I thought we agreed on everything.”

"First of all, Mister 3, you're at my house. Where are your manners? Stop raising your voice at me. You'll end up waking up my daughters! Would you like someone to bring you your favorite earl gray tea and calm you down?"

“I don't want your stupid tea! It seems to me that I have every right to raise my voice at you. You violated the terms of the contract!” Galdino's loud voice seemed to reach every corner of their estate.

"Crocodile offered better terms." The girls' father said calmly.

“And that’s why you’re giving him your daughter?”

"What? Who are they giving away?" Helena asked in a whisper.

"I don't know. Maybe it's about you?" Yujo replied.

"Crocodile is a member of the Cross Guild. Cooperation with him is important to me. No matter what price I have to pay for this." Not a single word in their father’s voice wavered.

“For your information, I’m also a member of the Cross Guild!” Mr. Three sounded irritated.

"With all due respect, Mister 3, Crocodile has more power. That is why I am forced to break off your engagement with Yujo."

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 13, wc: 643] - full moon : p. sohyun & k. nakyoung

“HURRY UP,” you huff, waiting for nakyoung to wear her puffer jacket and for sohyun to put on her shoes. for the first free day that the three of you have together, you all agreed to watch the moon together on the rooftop rather than sit staring at screens in silence. 

sohyun recently moved back into the dorms for the latest comeback with visionary vision, so you wanted to take the opportunity to go out at night without so much of a hassle. it may be a quarter to twelve (and it’s definitely not because you forgot about the plan and fell asleep) but the night is still young.

(that is what sohyun said, to which both you and nakyoung made fun of her for sounding like an old man.)

once the three of you make it to the roof, a large gust of wind hits you, making you stumble back into the two girls’ bodies—there would’ve been a collision, like a bowling ball crashing into the last two pins, if they didn’t both catch you in their arms. you turn around in surprise, eyes darting between them with an innocent smile.

“this is nice, i’ve got two beautiful women protecting me at all times,” you approach the railing, sitting down on a throw pillow you brought from the dorm’s living room. sohyun and nakyoung join you, on your left and right side respectively. you link arms with them, subtly checking the time on your watch and seeing that it’s midnight already. “happy birthday, losers.”

they don’t take offense to your comment; you’ve called them that countless times and they’ve learned to accept their titles by now. instead, they laugh it off, saying their ‘thank yous’ and nakyoung lays her head on your shoulder. sohyun looks up to the moon, and a moment of silence envelops the atmosphere.

you giggle, turning slightly to look at her. “are you gonna start howling or something?”

“pfft,” nakyoung sits up, then leans back on her palms, “find your pack, sohyun!”

she sends an incredulous look towards the both of you, and playfully howls before all of you burst out into a bout of laughter. sohyun smiles, her glasses slightly slipping off of her nose, “naky, i saw some cats outside earlier, i think they were looking for you.”

another beat of laughter, and it goes quiet again. if you listen closely enough, you can hear the loudness of the dorm below, the members probably frantically searching for the birthday girls. you sigh in content, “they’ll be devastated that i was first.”

“here’s to another successful subunit, sohyun and naky of vv,” you raise a fist, grinning when the rooftop door blasts open to reveal a flood of your fellow tripleS members. another breeze blows by, though you don’t tumble back like last time. it combs through your long hair (which you are glad to not have chopped off like the other members’) and tickles your nose, making you sneeze.

the flood of members tackle sohyun and nakyoung, but because you were in between them you were also caught in the crossfire. choruses of birthday congratulations ring into the night, and more laughs are shared between the ten…? of you now. there’s dozens of messages from the rest of the members blowing up the birthday twins’ phones, but the devices are unreachable because of how many members are piled on top of you guys.

“you thought you were so slick, you were the first one to wish them happy birthday because you kidnapped them!” soomin whines, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie.

you tousle up her hair, resulting in another whine, “i am slick, you guys didn’t even notice us leaving!”

the younger girl’s attention is stolen when seoah starts singing happy birthday loudly, with everyone joining in, including you. 

there's never a dull day with tripleS.

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY BDAY TWINZ i forgot to add naky to the masterlist... my apologies anyways i love these losers who look so cool on the outside (idk how many tweets of sohyun just laughing ive liked and how many badge war clips ive seen of naky)

[spaniardindaworks]

Eye of the Storm Chapter Two

Hii chapter two of my fic/short story just dropped. no notes hope yall enjoy! ao3 link

Mary rang the Lees’ doorbell. Her bag was slung over her right shoulder which held her notes and a biology textbook. She heard some shuffling from inside the house. Then, an older man said to unknown others, “Relax, I’ll get it.” The white door opened slowly, and Mary lifted her head to meet the man’s eyes.

”Hi Mr. Lee,” Mary said with a polite smile. 

“Hi Mary. Come on in,” He replied, stepping aside so Mary could enter. “Jude’s just grabbing her books. She’ll be down in a minute. Glad that you’re here to help her.”

Mary entered the foyer, careful to take off her shoes and hang her coat. It was almost like second nature. Judith’s home was Mary’s second home. It was ostensibly like her own- a three bedroom house that was neither spacious nor cramped. It had a living room, dining room, and kitchen all on the first floor with a passageway connecting them all. Judith’s house, like Mary’s, was built in the boom immediately following the war. A style of living that had come to define so many American families; something polite society called “comfortable.”

Mr. Lee closed the door and started to make his way back towards the kitchen. Mary hesitated before following, deciding to set herself up on the dining room table.

”I hear you and the missus are going out tonight. You kids have your fun while we work all night,” Mary joked as she pulled her books out of her bag. Mr. Lee chuckled with his head in the refrigerator. At the same moment, Judith came down the stairs. 

“Judith, your friend is teasing again,” Mr. Lee said, closing the refrigerator with nothing in his hand, disappointed. 

“She’s always teasing, Dad,” Judith replied, placing her own books on the table next to Mary. “And don’t eat anything now. Mom’ll be mad if you aren’t hungry for the dinner you’re buying.”

Just then, Mrs. Lee appeared from the living room, looking like a movie star. She had her pearls and gloves on, giving her a glamorous glow. “She’s right, you know.” She said. “Besides, it’s almost time to leave. Get your tie and jacket on so we can get there on time. I don’t want to be late.”

Mr. Lee sighed and left the kitchen, retreating upstairs. Judith’s mother turned her attention to the girls at the dinner table. “Mary, so nice to see you. I’m happy to see you two studying, which I’m sure you’ll be doing all night ,” Mrs. Lee leaned in on that last phrase, raising an eyebrow. But the girls laughed, knowing it was all in good fun. Mary knew Mrs. Lee wasn’t a woman who had a harsh or strict bone in her body. She was blessed with two good kids - no juvenile delinquents to be found under this roof. Mary felt somehow freer under the Lees’ watch, probably because she didn’t know her as well as Mary’s own parents did. Mary’s mother had more of a claim to disciplinary measures. As the laughter died down, Mary snapped out of her rumination. 

“James won’t be back for a bit, but I left money for dinner for all of you on the counter in the kitchen. Just please, get something nutritious. No ice cream for dinner.” Mrs. Lee said, grabbing her purse as her husband could be heard coming back down the stairs.

”I know, Mom. We’ll be good,” Judith said.

”I know you will, pumpkin.” Mrs. Lee turned towards the door. “Just don’t burn the house down.”

”We won’t!” The girls said in unison.

”Have a good dinner. Tell Aunt Clarisa and Uncle Charlie I said hello.” Judith added.

”I will.” Mrs. Lee said, smiling. She walked out with Mr. Lee following her, closing the door behind him. Then, a fast click from the lock on the door. That sound confirmed the girls’ solitude. They sat in the silence for a few seconds before Mary turned to her friend.

”So do you really want help with your biology homework or were you just putting me on?” She asked.

”I do need help…” Judith said, her face dropping into a slight frown. “…but I don’t really want to do it.” 

Mary pursed her lips. She knew what that meant. And worse, Mary was about to oblige her. They were both good students, and they knew it. They also knew that sometimes, you just don’t feel like doing your work. So that’s when, once in a blue moon, you ring up your friend and just flat out ask for the answers. Mary and Judith had done it every once in a while, and they hadn’t been caught yet. Besides, they had enough goodwill at school. All Mary had to do when Judith asked was give her the answers with a slightly vexed look on her face, and the ritual (and the outstanding homework) would be complete. Mary would get her back next time with some French work which she loathed doing.

Once the copying was done, Judith slammed her book shut and shot up out of her chair. “Come on, let’s listen to that record I told you about.”

Wordlessly, the two girls ran up the stairs and into James’ room. It was a little messy (as all teenagers’ rooms inevitably are) but pretty much everything was in its place. The records were in an old vegetable crate in the corner of the room. Above it, an image of Elvis Presley watched, guarding the music. James and Judith were almost twins, being born a year apart, with James being the older child. Their almost twin-ness showed in other ways than their genetics - they were crazy about the same music. Movies and books too, but music was their thing. James was slightly more intense as they got into their teen years. Mary thought it had something to do with girls and some macho nature. James wanted to be like Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront - a real contender. He even tried to give himself an eyebrow slit like Terry Malloy but just ended up cutting himself. In a way, James got what he wanted: a look with a story (one he no doubt lied about the true origins.)

Digging through a pile of Cochran, Holly, and Perkins, the girls eventually found it: four boys in brown suits and pink shirts with the words: Introducing…THE BEATLES and ENGLAND'S No. 1 VOCAL GROUP above them.

”Come on, let’s get started before James and David come home.” Judith rose with the record in her hand.

The girls silently walked across the hall, and suddenly they felt as serious as altar boys. Mary laid on Judith’s bed while Judith prepared the turntable. True, they had heard The Beatles before and liked them, but something felt different now. Would this album be a sophomore slump, therefore losing the attention of American teenagers everywhere? Mary silently shook her head to herself. No, she thought. Something feels ripe for change . Mary heard the hum of the needle before it landed on the record.

”A one, two, three, faw !”

Judith took two steps back from the turntable and fell on the bed next to Mary, inhaling sharply as she did so. She had cranked the volume. It seemed like the whole neighborhood was listening to the record with them.

In a trance, the girls listened. Not a word was exchanged between them, not even when Judith got up to flip to Side Two. Not a “wow” or “oh my” or even a wordless expression like a laugh or sigh. Mary’s eyes were wide awake, fixed to a crack on the ceiling. She felt that if she moved her gaze, she would lose the feeling of being in the music. Judith’s eyes were closed and shut tightly. Though she wasn’t sleeping, she dreamt of the boys on the cover playing this music in a room somewhere in England, so far away and almost unimaginable. She had seen her brother play his guitar, but it sounded nothing like this, no matter how hard he tried. She imagined one person, like Chuck Berry, playing this passionately - but not four people . They all sang. They all played. More to love. More to get lost in.

And then it was over. The sound of the needle hitting the groove repeated until Judith got up to lift the arm. Mary felt paralyzed until Judith appeared over her side. “I’m gonna play it again,” She whispered. “I’ve got to.”

There it was again: “A one, two, three, faw !” But this time, Judith didn’t sit back down. She stood in place with a smile. She tapped her foot. Then her legs joined the part, and her shoulders too. Mary watched from the bed, and felt herself break out of her paralysis. She leaned up on her elbows.

And then, Judith extended her hand. “Dance with me.” She said.

”I don’t dance. I’ll just watch you.” Mary replied. Judith shook her head.

”Dance with me,” She repeated, forcefully this time. “Please.”

Mary sighed and thought about it for a second. This place was safe. There was no one to make fun of her, no one who would gawk. It made her smile, so she got up and began to move next to Judith.

It made them both laugh to be up and moving around, breaking a sweat. On the slower songs, they joined hands and spun each other around until they got dizzy. On one song towards the end of the record, they stopped spinning and started talking.

”Michael was the worst to dance with. He was always out of time with me.” Judith laughed.

”He was out of time with you in more ways than one,” Mary remarked.

”Yeah, I know.” Judith said, taking on a somber tone. “I just can’t believe he had the guts to leave me like that.”

Mary sighed, remembering that day and that phone call. The phone rang during dinnertime. It never rang at that time, so Mary felt something was wrong. When she picked up, Judith was hysterical on the other end.

”I caught him and Veronica behind the bleachers and then he had the nerve to tell me I wasn’t around enough?” She yelled through tears. “He’s lucky I even gave him a chance in the first place!”

Mary spent the rest of that night on the phone consoling Judith. She remembered feeling like she had carpal tunnel from holding up the phone to her ear for so long. But now, in Judith’s room, there were no tears or yelling. Just quiet reflection while a ballad played.

”I’ve told you before, but I love ya,” Judith said. “You’ve saved my skin, I don't know how many times.”

”I know.” Mary replied, smiling.

”Well you don’t have to say it like that ,” Judith chuckled. “All smart-like.”

In the silence between two songs, Judith opened her mouth to say something. Mary gave her a look of warm understanding instead.

Then The Beatles rocketed into “Twist and Shout.” In a split second, Mary threw Judith back and started to shake all over. Her hair came undone, her blouse shimmied slightly out of her skirt. It signaled a release of energy that had been needed for a while, at least since the onset of winter. Soon, Judith joined her, yelping awkwardly to the boys’ screams on the record. Soon they were both yelling and dancing in ways that might have their parents begging for an exorcism.

Something came over them. Something that would have a name in a week’s time but the girls didn’t know it yet. Most of America didn’t know it yet.

But there was one person who maybe had the slightest idea, and he was about to burst through Judith’s door. As soon as the record finished, James and David ran in, with the first yelling “Hold it right there, ladies!”

Both girls let out a startled screech before Mary laughed and Judith said “James!” in an annoyed tone. “I thought you weren’t coming back until later.”

”It is later,” James said, gesturing to the window. The sun had set. Those damn winter hours. “I don’t even have time to be mad at you for taking my record without asking. If you like that sound, you’ll love this.” James produced a little red transistor radio from his jacket pocket. It was tuned to station 1010, one every self-respecting teen in New York City listened to. Home of Murray the K, the hippest disc jockey in town. James turned the radio on, and one of the songs the girls were just listening to was playing.

”Nice try doofus,” Judith said, returning the record to its sleeve. “‘I Saw Her Standing There’ is already on this record.”

The song ended and Murray the K started talking about the song. James cut him off. “I was early. I meant what Murray himself has to say.” As soon as James finished, the station’s jingle for a big announcement played. The room fell to a hush. Time seemed to stand still. Mary realized she didn’t even say hello to David. Great, another embarrassment.

“Well kiddies, that’s right! I’ve got quite the news for you all,” the radio voice said. “Word’s come over straight from Mr. Brian Epstein himself - that’s The Beatles’ manager if you don’t already know.” When Murray said “The Beatles,” all four teenagers felt butterflies rise up in them unexpectedly. “The Beatles will be coming to America next week, the seventh of February, for the very first time! Mark your calendars!”

Their eyebrows raised collectively, and they exchanged excited glances.

“And the first place they’re coming to is our fair city of New York!” Canned fanfare rang out over the radio, then a cymbal crash. “As the home of The Beatles in N-Y-C, let’s give them a warm welcome when they land at New York International Airport!”

”Hey, that’s our airport! That’s right by us!” Judith said.

”To celebrate, here’s The Beatles’ latest single, a little number called ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand!’”

The song began to play, the group exchanging excited expressions and gasps at the news. They couldn’t believe it! Them coming here? It was electrifying. In the middle of the excitement, Mary whispered “Hello, David.”

”Hello, Mary.” He whispered back. “It’s nice to see you here.”

”Well, we’ve got to go see them.” James came crashing in.

”What? You’re crazy,” Judith said, crossing her arms. Mary abstained from commenting. She wanted to hear what James had to say.

”I think this’ll be a big deal, Jude. I want to see ‘em, and I want you guys to come along.” 

“Maybe James is right. I wanna go.” David added, backing up his friend.

”You can’t be serious. Mom and Dad’ll kill us. Mary’s parents will have a cow, and we’ll probably be banished from each other’s houses.” Judith rebuked. Such staunch opposition was unusual from her. Mary thought it could be because of the funk she was in. A silence fell on the group.

After a second, Mary spoke up. “I don’t know, I think James is onto something.” James’ eyes went wide and he hopped in delight.

”See, even your little square friend knows I’m right!” He said.

Mary kicked his shin and said, “Screw you, I’m not square.” She turned to Judith. Her turn to plead and beg. “Come on Judie, it’s like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At the very least it’s a once-in-a-semester opportunity.”

Mary could see the gears turning in Judith’s head, thinking of all the possibilities and outcomes. Mary prayed she would tag along. It was all or nothing. They were now a team.

”Well, how?” Was all Judith ended up saying.

”How what ?” The rest of them said.

”If we go see The Beatles, how are we gonna do it?”

Mary and David smiled, and turned to James. Deep concentration had turned his face into a spitting image of Rodin’s famous statue. As he stroked his chin in a comic fashion, he finally said, “Let’s order dinner and think about it.”

[onlyswan]

summary: in which it’s pouring outside and jungkook is craving s’mores.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: is this considered having an existential crisis ? mention of making out <3

note: we’re in the middle of summer but i waited for it to rain all week just to write this. because it only felt right shrugs. do i wish you’d read this while listening to rain sounds in the bg ? maybe.

as always lmk what you think :] mwah

—

“we look like a movie poster for those indie romance movies right now.” jungkook utters quietly with a small smile, the kind that shows more in his eyes than his lips. “the kind that leaves you with an ache in your heart for days but it hurts so good because the movie felt too real and too dreamlike at the same time.”

hushed whispers floating in the cold, unlit living room. his voice loud enough for you to hear despite the clouds crying loudly up above the sky and over the roof over your heads. the clouds’ weeping is music for the gentle souls, after all.

you ought to chase his words around, hands clawing at the air and naked feet pattering against the carpeted floor, just to swallow and keep them safe in your heart. your little treasure chest that had to break a couple million times to accommodate more words. more memories. more love.

a kiss is pressed on the exposed skin of your right shoulder, the sleeve of your oversized shirt hung lower and lower the longer the fervent dancing of your lips with jungkook’s went on.

your legs around his waist. his hands holding your waist. your hands grasping at the loose shoulders of his grey shirt. his forehead leaning against yours. why do lovers hold on to each other as if there will be no tomorrow to come? at which point of loving does the subconscious and irrational fear of the world ending at any second start to surface? the thought of the humankind ceasing to exist has been stubbornly knocking on your skull these days. and to put it frankly, your only concern about it is not being able to kiss jungkook like this again.

“too real and too dreamlike.” you repeat his words. your fingers caress his face tenderly, index finger tracing the scar on his cheek. every bump and every dent give you the reassurance that you are not dreaming. you sigh a breath of relief. “that describes you perfectly.”

“nuh-uh,” he raises an eyebrow. “that was meant for you. you know, i find it hard to believe how lucky i am. that i can hold you like this.” he softly squeezes your hips to emphasize his point.

“there are moments when i realize that oh shit, i have the most beautiful person in the world in my life and i am in theirs. ah, just saying it out loud like this makes it even harder to believe. i’m so happy.” the expressions on his face are so endearing to you. the pout of his lips. the way his bambi eyes widen when he says certain words. when he closes them and tilts his head to the side with a bunny smile while saying that he’s happy.

“i get the same feeling very often, too. i think you can tell when it happens.” you chuckle, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“is it when you ask me if we can take a bath together just so i’d wash your hair?” he teases, having done exactly that the night before.

you groan, lightly hitting his chest. “you volunteer to do that!”

“but baby, that’s the point.” he jokingly slaps his hand on his forehead and shakes his head in fake disappointment.

“well you also asked me to shave your stubble this morning, so what’s your point?”

his laughter tickles your ears. it’s one of his rare laughs, louder and deeper than the usual. “the point is! we’re just as crazy for each other, baby!” he grabs your face to give you a smooch on the lips, the ‘mwah’ sound so clearly pronounced. it makes the two of you laugh that you almost cry.

god, how you wish you could’ve captured that moment to watch over and over again until you get sick of it. (the truth is you’d watch it forever if it was up to you because no way you’re ever getting sick of it, but for the sake of sounding sane, let’s pretend that you someday would.)

—

you’re laying comfortably without saying anything, squished between jungkook and the couch. you believe the mutual love you have for the rain binds you two together. why else would you be tangled with each other while watching the heavy rain blur the giant window of your living room? the small potted plants sitting on the windowsill are watching with you in pure tranquility, you can tell.

can you believe the clouds have been carrying that much water all this time? it must’ve been hard. oh, the poor clouds.

you think about the soil of the earth. oh, how dearly welcoming they are of the shattered pieces of raindrops. they embrace them all oh so tight until they become one and inseparable. you adore how the soil turns shades darker when it gets wet; how the color gradually spreads; how they come to be more alive. so warm, so comforting to admire the nature like this. to know that they love as humans do makes you want to love much harder.

“i’m craving something, but i can’t put my finger on it.” jungkook is the first to speak after more than twenty minutes of only the sound of rain stimulating your ears.

“jeon?” you take a guess. eyes still focused on the raindrops racing down the glass.

“hmm, no.”

“kalguksu?”

“no.”

“sujebi? ramyeon?”

he heaves a sigh. “noooo.”

“drinks, maybe? makgeolli?”

“still no. but that sounds nice right now.”

you grow silent as you try to think of other food he would usually crave when it rains. moments later, you feel his teeth softly biting the fleshy part of your palm below the thumb. not again.

you look up to him, eyes blinking in disbelief. “jungkook, i hate to break this to you but . . . i’m not edible.”

he pulls away, face feigning innocence. “that doesn’t explain why you taste so sweet.” and bites again, letting his teeth sink a little deeper this time.

“that’s because i don’t.”

he pulls away again. “i’m the one who had you in my mouth. you can’t tell me otherwise.”

you roll your eyes and make a face. he is about to bite you again when it hits him. sweet. and soft. marshmallows? hmm, no- oh wait-

he dramatically gasps, leaning forward and leaving only a few inches of distance between your faces. “baby, s’mores. i’m craving s’mores.”

“what?” your eyebrows knit together, before a smile forms on your lips. “s’mores out of nowhere?”

“i want some so bad.” he whines, head falling back to the pillow in distress. it isn’t exactly advisable to drive in the pouring rain just to buy a bag of marshmallows. the pieces of wood in the backyard are most likely wet from the rain, too.

“okay, get up.” you order him, patting the side of his ass.

“do you need to pee? i’ll come with you.”

you look at him as if he just grew two heads. boys like tagging along to the bathroom too? okay. new information encoded.

you boop his nose, feeling very much endeared with your boyfriend. “i’ll make you s’mores, silly.“

“huh? how?”

“just get up and come with me in the kitchen.” you push him lightly, and the lower half of his body slowly slides down the couch until he’s sitting on his ass on the floor. you slide your feet into your fluffy slippers because the kitchen floor is cold. he watches your every movement, sitting there lost and confused.

“meanie!” he yells out before standing up to follow you to the kitchen, careful not to slip with his socks on. when he arrives, you’re already standing on a chair from the dinner table set, pulling out a large bag of marshmallows from the top cabinet.

he stands beside the chair as you chew on a marshmallow, clearly feeling very pleased with the sugar playing with your taste buds. you feed him a yellow one, which he accepts with a glare. you smile at him innocently, stuffing his mouth with another.

“you’ve been hiding this from me?” his voice comes out muffled, the mallows making his rosy cheeks look extra soft and puffy.

his accusation leaves you offended. “do you really think i’d hide something here? i’m smarter than that!”

“that’s the point! you know nobody opens the top cabinets. there’s nothing in there because you can’t reach.” you purse your lips to contain your giggles. his mouth full of mallows and his wild hand gestures make it impossible for you to take him seriously.

you click your tongue, hiding the bag on your back. “so do you want s’mores or not?”

“i want.” he answers right away, sounding almost sad. you pat his head as a silent way to say good boy before turning around and hopping down the chair.

jungkook follows you to the stove animatedly, and his face brightens up when he realizes what you’re about to do. “you’re using the stove as fire?!”

“what else would i use it for, dummy?” you turn it on at low setting, and then insert the stick on a marshmallow. you start to roast it over the small fire exactly how you would if you were out camping in the middle of nowhere.

“is this safe?”

“i’ve been doing it since i was eight. and i’m healthy and alive.” you blow out the fire that got caught on it. “say ahhh.” he obeys, closing his lips around the stick and pulling out the marshmallow. it immediately melts and the delicious taste he has been desperately craving goes off like fireworks in his mouth.

“i’ll bring the graham crackers and nutella.” he gives you another quick kiss on the lips before he moves around the kitchen looking for them. you taste the marshmallow when you lick your lips after.

“baby, bring the chair too, please?”

he comes back with the graham crackers and the jar of nutella sitting on the chair he is carrying. “where do i put this?” you move to the side and point to the space infront of the stove. he sets it down there before hopping on the counter hugging his beloved food. you, on the other hand, climbs on the chair and sits down squatting. you’re on the perfect level as the stove.

and you spend the afternoon like that, you roasting marshmallows while jungkook is waiting with a graham cracker between his teeth. he bites down on it and takes the marshmallow from your stick before licking the spoon of nutella.

you’re too preoccupied with making sure the marshmallow you give him won’t burn his tongue to notice the red hearts replacing your boyfriend’s irises. you make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper without even realizing it. how do you endlessly find ways to make him happy? it doesn’t matter how small or big your gestures are, because the fact that it comes so naturally to you is what he appreciates the most.

the rain hasn’t stopped. you watch it pour from the window that stretches all the way to the both sides of the wall (it was your special request. you love seeing nature while doing whatever is that you’re doing. curtains exist anyway). the golden bell tree in your backyard stands out in the dull ambiance looming over the town. you notice the low area on the right side of the garden is almost completely submerged in brown water.

“we need to buy more garden soil.” you remind your boyfriend.

he peeks outside the window and makes a noise of vexation. “we do. let’s fix it together next weekend.”

when he looks back, a roasted marshmallow is already waiting for him to be devoured. “you should have some too, my love.” he holds your wrist and guides it into your mouth, and then feeds you a piece of graham cracker he dipped in the nutella jar. you give him a pleased smile, munching on the sweet treat with sheer delight.

he smooths down your hair affectionately before reaching down to give a tender kiss to your cheek. “you have never done anything to me that was not good. i love you.” you lean against his touch, savoring his natural warmth. his words tug at your heartstrings until you feel your heart get stuck in your throat.

“i love you more.”

they say that the most beautiful memories from your life flash before your eyes moments before you die. and you just know this memory in particular would be one of them. you wish you could relive this one day - the overflowing sincerity of his voice, the warmth of his hand, the sweet scent of the dessert, the rain knocking on the roof and the windows. god, even the piece of marshmallow stuck between your lower gums and teeth, and the feeling of your ankles getting painfully numb from your position. you want it all. all over again. one more time. one last time.

jungkook offers you a bite of the first proper sandwich he made, and he pulls it away until the line of melted marshmallow caught between your lips breaks. along with it, your resolve snaps into ruins. tears slide down your cheeks one by one. unstoppable.

your sniffles catch his attention in no second. he drops the half eaten sandwich on the plate and hops down the counter. without any struggle, he carries you to replace your spot on the chair. he places you on his lap to hold you as close as possible.

“baby, baby wha-” he pauses for a second to turn off the stove. it would be really bad if your hair gets burnt.

“what’s wrong, hmm? talk to me, please.” he brushes away the strands of hair blocking your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“i’m just- i never believed i’d ever get to a point in my life where i’d feel this happy and content.” you bite your lower lip harshly in a futile attempt to stop your tears. you’re being too dramatic, you scold yourself internally. “and lately, i’ve been feeling like everything will slip between the gaps of my fingers soon. and i just really don’t want that to happen.”

jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach. you used to reject the idea of happiness in your life, but over time you’ve learned how to welcome it with open arms. he was right by your side when you were still learning how to break down the walls you built yourself. and he realizes that this time around, you’re terrified of losing the happiness that took you a long time to be allowed to have.

he says your name softly, breathing out a sigh. “i can’t promise you things like this or that will never happen, because life is complicated and unpredictable. i can only promise you myself. that you will always have me because i will always choose to stay. so let’s stay here, okay? let’s not think about the past or the future. let’s live in the today and savor every moment gifted to us. let’s say what we want to say. let’s do what we want to do. so that we only have good memories to keep and no regrets to dwell on.”

you nod your head repeatedly, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

“i want nothing more in the world than for you to be happy for a long, long time.” he tells you quietly, like a handwritten confession he’s been keeping in his pocket for years. he takes over wiping your tears, gingerly caressing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“you’ve been making me happy for a long, long time. i love you. i really do.” you swallow thickly, softly pushing his hands away.

he pouts. “i love you more. let me wipe away your tears.” but you push them away again.

“give me something to wipe my snot with first maybe.”

“ah, my baby is feeling better now. here, use my shirt.” he offers the bottom of his shirt with a wide grin, and you shoot him a glare. “what? don’t worry. i’ll do the laundry as the laundry fairy.”

you get on your feet and use the box of tissue sitting on the corner of the counter to blow your nose on instead. he follows you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder while you do your business. he hums a random love song, slowly swaying your bodies from side to side.

when his eyes stray outside, he sees that the backyard is getting flooded. yeah, i need to work on that as soon as possible.

“i want more s’mores.” you say after tossing the dirty tissues in the bin.

“i’ll make them for you, baby.” you feel his lips briefly press against the skin of your neck, before he tugs at your hand and hoists you up on the counter by the waist. you swing your feet back and forth in the air.

“i’ll start making dinner too. kalguksu?” he inquires, and you agree with his choice. he also craves it after all. he turns on both spots of the stove and gets to work, roasting marshmallows for you while he waits for the dish to cook.

“we’re not allowed to consume sugar in the next two weeks.” you gulp down a tall glass of cold water after telling jungkook that you’ve had enough.

he winces. “isn’t two weeks a bit too long?”

“thirteen days then.”

“ah, yes, thirteen. our lucky number. that should do.”

you narrow your eyes. him agreeing right away is suspicious . . .

“i’ll be hiding the marshmallows for real this time.”

his shoulders visibly drop. “twelve days?”

“no.”

a bolt of lightning rips through the grey sky, making the ground vibrate from its extremely loud scream. you flinch in fear and shock, your heart almost jumping out of your chest.

“you have angered the sugar gods!”

“jungkook, it’s not funny!”

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Happy Little Family: Chapter 5

Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

You continued to stare at the Miami skyline, waiting for something to cross your mind. Maybe it was the need to move or make some sort of decision, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. What the hell had just happened? Did he really just kiss you? You reach your hand up to your lips and lightly touch them. They felt as though they were ringing as his had somehow not left yours still. But they were gone, like a phantom. You could not help but smile at the thought that he was that close to you. That his stubble had graced your cheeks. 

You have to follow him. 

You immediately leave the roof and rush down the stairs. You feel your feet bring you to your door. You rustle through your purse to find your room keys which seem to be buried at the bottom of your purse. You grab them out and jam them into the lock, twist, and open. 

You stumble in to find no one. He was not there. That’s ok, he is probably at the pool. You feel yourself start to speed walk to the elevators again to get to the pool. You look around, trying to find the shadow of the man who was so close to you minutes before. Finally, you spot something that could give you a clue, Katie. Although this woman may be the bane of your existence, you had to admit she did keep great tabs on all things Vought-related. 

“Katie!” You yell, waving your hand in her direction. She puts down her cocktail with a bit of a start as if you had startled her.

“Oh (Y/N), hey!” She said in her faux kind voice.

“Do you know where I could find Ben? I need to talk to him.” You say, finally reaching her. You see her thumb go to her lips as if trying to chew down the upper part of her fingernail.

“Well, I was about to talk to you about that….” This wasn’t like her to be coy. She always had a perfectly scripted response about how to speak. You cross your arms.

“Where is he, Katie?” She takes her thumbnail out of her mouth and replaces it with her cocktail, taking a large gulp.

“He… left.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Left? As in went for a walk?” She shakes her head.

“No, he’s on a plane right now back to Manhattan.” Your mind comes to a pause. All the laughter, cheer, and happiness around you come to a halt, and all you can hear is your breathing. He was gone. He fucking left you here like a puppy who just turned one. Your eyes begin to focus on Katie as she waits for your response. Her eyes widen as she does get your response: laughter. Not a cute giggle or a suppressed chuckle, but a full-on fit of maniacal cackling. You double over, your hands holding onto your knees so you can balance yourself.

“Are you… fucking… kidding me?” You say between wheezes. Katie looks around as if looking for some sort of backup.

“If you come with me, I can explain it to you in private-”

“After all the bullshit he put me through, he just leaves like a fucking coward.” You interrupt, your voice getting louder. “You know what, I’m fucking done. I don’t care if he returns; that’s your issue at this point because I quit! I quit Vought and this dumbass PR shit. Good luck finding a way to cover this up.” At that, you throw your arms up and storm off. Katie is standing behind you in silence, gawking at your exit. You storm off to your room and slam the door. 

Finally, the tears decide to prickle your eyes. As soon as the first tear falls, the waterfall begins. You go over to the bed and lay face down like a 15-year-old listening to their first Radiohead ballad. Why does your heart hurt? This man put you through hell and back, and you’re finally free! 

You roll onto your back, letting the tears spill onto the white bed linens. What the fuck did this man do to you? You then hear a knock at the door, probably Katie, to “explain in privacy,” whatever that means. You continue to stare up at the ceiling.

“Go the fuck away, Katie.” You shout, ready to huck a pillow at her if she tries to come in. There was no response, only the rustling of the doorknob. Then, a flurry of Vought employees enter. You sit up, shocked at the sudden invasion of privacy. You then see Katie follow in after them.

“What is all this?” You sniffle, rubbing a tear away.

“Packing up Soldier Boy’s things and sending them back with him.” She looks around a bit before sitting next to you. “I’m sorry it had to end this way.” You avert your gaze.

“I’m sure you are.” The words are spat out bitterly.

“I know you don’t believe me, so to make it up to you, you get to keep the apartment free of charge. And you can have your analyst job back.” Your eyes shoot back to her.

“I’ll keep the apartment, fuck the job.” She nods.

“I get that.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “If it makes you feel better, he did seem a bit shaken up.” You roll your eyes.

“I don’t care what he looked like. Only an asshole would leave me high and dry like this.” She gives you a tight-lipped smile, gives your shoulder a small pat, and leaves the suite with the rest of the Vought minions. You look around and notice every semblance of him was gone, even his used tissues were taken out of the garbage can. You sigh to yourself, stand up and take out your bag. It’s time to pack up.

6 MONTHS LATER… SPRING 1984

You look back at Central Park as you step into your building. You still cannot believe this is the view you get every day.

“Hey, John.” You say as you wave at your doorman.

“Hello (Y/N).” He says with a smile. You hold your groceries to your chest as you step into the elevator. Stepping into your apartment, though, will still leave you with a sense of disbelief. There was no way your old job could have allowed you to afford this kind of place. Even your new managerial position at a tech company would not pay you half the amount needed to live here. You sigh as you place your groceries on the kitchen table before wandering to the windows. You watch as cars and bikers go by on the busy New York streets. You smile to yourself as you notice the trees begin to grow flowers and the children splash in puddles.

Life was good. Life was peaceful.

You had taken up reading a chapter a day of a book with breakfast. Oh, and you were eating breakfast. And on top of that, you had a date. A real, not constructed date with a nice guy. His name was Nate. You met your first week at your new job. He was a sweet, nervous man who thought the New York Times crossword puzzles were the highlights of his week. 

This Friday, he was taking you to a movie. Popcorn, soda, and the works. You smiled at him and accepted when he made a joke about the trailer. It was Star Wars, and although you were not the biggest fan, you were still excited. 

You could not wait. You were ecstatic… right?

You sigh and walk toward your kitchen, putting on your coffee maker. You lean against the counter and wonder, is this what happiness feels like. 

At least I know I’m loved by someone.

His words echoed in your ears. Actually, it was more like a ring. He wasn’t wrong, you were loved. At work, you are loved by your boss and subordinates. With your family, your mother and father are proud of you. And in love itself, you are loved… by Nate.

Nate.

It felt more like adoration than love. But that is love, right? To be adored is being loved but without reciprocation. 

But is that happiness.

Maybe there was some sort of happiness in sharing a joint with a man as catastrophic as a tidal wave while your gazes said more than any conversation with Nate could. Or happiness could be kissing him for the first time (for real) on a rooftop with no cameras or crowds to wonder about. You almost didn’t hear the coffee maker go off as you sank down deeper into your thoughts. Into how his hands felt on your hips as they held you, making sure you wouldn’t disappear. Into how his lips felt soft while his whole exterior was hard as metal.

You were finally jolted from your thoughts when there was a knock at the door. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering who it could be on such a random Sunday. You pull your hair behind your ears and make your way to the door, opening it to reveal someone you thought you wouldn’t see again.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Said Wayne Peterson. His presence sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hi,” You answer cooly, gripping the door handle.

“May I come in?” You pause before stepping out of the way. He makes his way in, taking in the apartment. “You really did make this place a home, didn’t you?” He says you could hear his condescending tone buried under a mask of kindness.

“Took some time, but it resembles a home now.” You say, heading to cabinets and grabbing out two mugs. “Coffee?” 

“Gladly.” He says as you pour the dark liquid into the two mugs. 

“So,” You start, “why are you here, Wayne?” He chuckles to himself.

“Want to get down to brass tacks, don’t we.” You give him a tight smile, willing him to tell you why he was here. “As you know, the news loved you and Soldier Boy-” You scoff, remembering the clippings about love and whirlwind romances gracing every news outlet you could get your hands on.

“I am aware.” You say, taking a sip.

“Well, the public misses you two together, especially after that most recent story came out. What’s it called again? Herogism? Hirogism?”

“Herogasm.” You answer quickly, not wanting to imagine Ben at a mass orgy with women who could do 5x what you were capable of.

“Right. So we want to backtrack on you two. Have that big reconciliation that leads to front pages and 60-minute interviews. We want the public to want even more of Soldier Boy, and that caveat comes with you.”

You could not say you were shocked, but you were in disbelief. After all this time, they still had the gall to come back to you and ask for something. Anything. Who the fuck did Vought think they were.

“And why do you think I want to be a part of this shit show again?” 

“Because you will not only get another payout, but you also have no choice.” At that, Wayne pulls out the contract you barely remember signing. “You are on retainer with Vought for two years. Only one has passed.” You stare in shock. You really were an object to them. “And, we really want to make the most out of this last year.” 

“What do you mean?” Wayne smiles with too many teeth.

“This Monday, you will come into Vought and see Ben. When you leave at the end of the day, you will be pregnant.”

“Excuse me?”

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bloody hands | k.b

A/N: this is my first time writing for ye old kazzle dazzle and i'm terrified, lol (i'm also shit at summaries)

Summary: Kaz never feels the need to explain his entire plan. He knows that, whatever happens, it will inevitably go according to plan. But when his plan goes wrong and Y/N is injured, Kaz is suddenly forced to comprehend with the skeletally hand of death once again.

"So, was the gunfire part of the original plan?"

Kaz shoot Y/N a withering look - one that would have anyone in their right mind turning around and running. Y/N just beamed at him.

"No, it wasn't," Kaz replied, glowering at her. "Jesper shouldn't have started so early."

"He's on time," Y/N reminded him.

"For Jesper that's early."

"True."

Y/N and Kaz ducked back behind the wall as bullets whizzed past them smashing into the houses behind them.

"So, we are being fired at because you couldn't be bothered to explain the full plan," Y/N said, trying not to glare at Kaz.

"No, we're being fired at because Jesper's timing is horrendous," Kaz snapped.

Jesper, as if summoned, suddenly appeared at Y/N's side, sliding to a stop on the slippery cobbles. "Right, that's that, then."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "What -"

She was cut off being a tremendous explosion from inside the warehouse they'd all just being chased out off. Smoke billowed into the air and flames rolled up into the sky. The men who had been firing at them all exclaimed and ran off to the warehouse, leaving the alley empty.

"Well, you could have done that sooner, Jes," Y/N muttered stepping out from behind the wall.

"Well, of course, but then what's the point, love?" Jesper asked, winking at her,

Y/N began to laugh but was cut off as a more gunshots echoed through the street. She ducked and Jesper pulled her behind a barrel as he fired back at the lone gunman, hitting him in the shoulder as he ran off.

"You alright?" Jesper asked, panting. He glanced at Y/N who was nodding, albeit shakily.

"I'm fine," she said, peeking her head over the top of the barrel and slowly standing up. "Nearly died, but I'm fine."

"You didn't nearly die," Kaz drawled, walking over to them.

"We all nearly died, Kaz, all because you can't explain any plan in full detail!" Y/N yelled. "Inej almost got stabbed!"

"But she didn't," Kaz replied, glancing up at the roofs where Inej was inevitably haunting.

Y/N glanced over at Kaz and let out an exasperated sigh. "Would it kill you to actually explain a plan in whole? It would make our lives so - ah."

She cut herself off with a gasp of pain. Y/N lost her footing as she stumbled forward. and Jesper grabbed her, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other snaking around to rest on her back.

"Hey, you ok?" Jesper asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he supported almost the full weight of Y/N.

Y/N glanced down at her side and noticed a dark patch spreading from just under her right breast, staining her waistcoat. She raised a shaking hand to the blood stain and let out a surprised gasp as her hand came away wet with blood.

"Oh."

The sight of the blood on her hand seemed to push her over the edge and Jesper exclaimed as her legs buckled. His grip tightened as he caught her and gently lowered her to the cobbled street, kneeling down with Y/N and putting her head in his lap.

"Inej!" Jesper yelled, unable to see where the Suli girl had vanished too.

Kaz stared as blood dripped onto the cobble stones. His mind was still watching Y/N yell at him for being him. It wasn't meant to happen like this. His grip on the crow's head of his cane was almost crushing and he could feel the tiny, delicate beak cutting into his hand through his gloves.

Y/N was dying because of him.

If he'd told them what his actual plan was or if he'd just told her.

Y/N's hand was pressing against her right side, Jesper's hand covering hers as he helped put pressure on her side. The blood was seeping over both of their hands, staining them red.

Inej suddenly appeared out of the shadows, hurrying over to Y/N's side in silence. She unwrapped her scarf from around her head and began wapping it around Y/N's side as Jesper moved Y/N's shaking hand away from the wound. Jesper carefully lifted Y/N up as Inej meticulously wrapped it around, trying to slow the bleeding.

"We need Nina," Inej said aloud as she tied her scarf in a knot, securing it around Y/N's side. She looked expectantly over at Kaz.

Kaz was clenching his jaw tightly. He forced himself to swallow the fear and the mental image of Y/N lying next to Jordie on the Reaper's barge. "She's at the White Rose. Bring her to the Slat."

Inej nodded. She cast Y/N a worried glance before she climbed up a drainpipe and vanished into the clouds, leaving no sign she'd ever been there except the now bloody scarf around Y/N's side.

"Jesper, your face looks weird without a smile on it," Y/N said softly, her left hand finding his, their fingers entwining.

Jesper forced himself to smile down at her. He smoothed back her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry, love."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and Jesper moved his bloody hands to either side of her pale face, shaking her as gently as he could.

"Hey, hey, stay with me, love," Jesper said, not so gently, as he tried to keep her conscious.

Y/N blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jesper, the world spinning around her, the buildings around them looking even drunker than usual. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful," Jesper replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb, both of them choosing to ignore the fact that Y/N's blood was all over Jesper's hands and was now on her face.

Kaz felt a pang of jealously rush through him. Jesper could comfort her and carry her to safety. Inej could hold her hand and hug her. Nina could heal her and touch her without feeling like she was about to pass out.

Kaz wanted to run to Y/N. He wanted to kneel down next to her and hold her hand. But he couldn't. He physically could not force himself to.

As he stared at her, at the woman he'd taken for granted for so long, he just saw her dead, lying on the street like Jordie had. The nightmare spiralled from there as he remembered the Reaper's Barge, the cold, bloated body of his brother. The hands. Drowning in a sea of rotten bodies.

No.

Y/N wasn't dead. She was still alive. She was still awake and wasn't dead.

A small voice inside him added the word yet to the end of his sentence but he refused to listen to it.

"Jesper," Kaz said, his voice rougher and croakier then usual. "We need to move her to the Slat."

Jesper recognised the pain and unfiltered emotion on Kaz's face. It wasn't normal to see his boss so openly show emotion but when Y/N was involved, Kaz was an unknown entity.

The man would never admit to himself that he had feelings for her. Kaz was in denial. He refused to acknowledge the emotions inside him. But he'd taken Y/N for granted. He just assumed she would always be on his left side, walking just behind him.

"Ready?"

Jesper's voice snapped Kaz back to the street and he looked at Y/N, her skin pale and sweaty, her hands shaking. Kaz nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Right, love, your knight in shining armour has arrived," Jesper said, a teasing tone to his words that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly as Jesper moved to her side, his arms going under her legs and then around her back. Y/N let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he lifted her up. She dropped her head onto his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the soft material of his coat rubbing against her face.

Kaz's cane clicking against the cobbles was the sound Y/N focused on as Jesper carried her towards the Slat. She wanted to fall asleep, to just close her eyes and burrow into Jesper's jacket for warmth. But Kaz's cane kept clicking and Y/N focused on it, the sound alone reassuring her of his presence.

"Hey, don't doze off on me," Jesper said, glancing down at Y/N as her eyes shut.

"I"m not," Y/N said softly, her eyes opening sluggishly and looking up at Jesper as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not."

Jesper squeezed her leg as he noticed her eyes droop slightly, her head dropping back against his shoulder. "No sleeping on the job, Y/N, Kaz will have your head."

Y/N's laugh was weaker and Kaz felt a pang of pain in his chest as he looked over at her. She was dying. She couldn't be dying. But she was dying.

Kaz forced himself to reply, playing along in an attempt to keep Y/N awake. "You fell asleep on a job once, Jesper, and yet you're still here. Unfortunately."

Jesper let out a bark of laughter and Kaz caught Y/N smiling, albeit small. Good.

"We're nearly there, love," Jesper said quietly, spotting the towering, drunkenly slumped shack that was the Slat.

Y/N hummed a response but the blood loss was beginning to hit her. Her sight was speckled by black dots and her ears were filled with a high pitched ringing.

Jesper glanced down at her, noticing her silence ."Y/N, hey, stay with me, darling, we're almost there."

Y/N wanted to reply. She wanted to reassure Jesper, because she could hear the thinly disguised panic in his voice, that she was still with him but she was so tired and her eyes weren't letting her stay awake.

The urge to sleep won over her need to reassure Jesper and her eyes rolled backwards. Jesper felt Y/N's arms slip from around his neck, limply hanging to the sides, as she lost consciousness and felt panic grip his entire being.

Kaz slammed open the door to the Slat and the Dregs loitering around looked up, hands flying to weapons.

"Nina!" Kaz yelled, his voice doing a fairly good job at hiding his fear, his worry, the panic that Y/N was dying.

Nina rushed out the side room and met them halfway across the room, eyes running over Y/N, the blood seeping through Inej's scarf, the blood on Jesper's hands, on Y/N's hands.

"Quickly," she said, ushering Jesper into the room.

There was a table set in the middle of the room and dozens of candles had been lit to provide enough light in the dark room. A large, heavy oak chest of drawers was shoved up against the window and Inej was hovering against the far wall, her eyes locking onto Y/N's body as soon as Jesper carried her into the room.

"On the table, Jesper," Nina ordered, opening a drawer, numerous bottles clinking as she rummaged around.

Jesper gently set Y/N down on the table, carefully laying her down and moving her arms to rest on the wood. He took his jacket off and bundled it up, lifting Y/N's head up and setting the material underneath her head.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands tightly wrapped around his cane, the metal beginning to cut through his gloves and into his hands. In any of building, in any other city in the world, he would've looked like an omen of death.

He forced himself to stare at Y/N as Jesper helped Nina unwrap Inej's scarf from around Y/N's side.

Kaz shuddered as his mind shoved Jordie to the front, the feeling of his brother's cold, bloated skin against his, drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie; in Y/N dying on the table in front of him.

Nina was muttering to herself as she worked, one hand around Y/N's wrist, the other holding a pile of gauze to her side. Kaz watched her intently and could see her counting Y/N's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Which is why, because Kaz was watching Nina with such intensity, that when Nina paused her muttering and looked down at Y/N, her eyes slowly widening, did Kaz feel his own heart shudder and almost stop.

Nina let go of Y/N's wrist, dropping her hand onto the table. She brought her hands together, her first two fingers overlapping each other, and then brought them down onto Y/N's chest.

It was as if Kaz could hear Y/N's heart slowing down and not speeding up. He watched as Nina repeated her movements, determination and panic and fear written on her face as her eyes welled up.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean overwhelming him again. He saw Y/N staring back at him, lifeless and dead just like Jordie. Her beautiful eyes staring emptily back at him, void of life. He'd failed her like he'd failed Jordie. The most important thing in his life was dead.

Inej was frantically praying, clutching her knife, Sankt Alina, tightly. Jesper was still for the first time since he'd carried Y/N in, his eyes red with tears as he stared at Y/N's limp, bloody body.

Kaz took one look at Nina and saw the dwindling hope in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face and turned around, walking out the room, his cane clacking loudly against the floor.

Nina sobbed and repeated her movements one more time, desperately trying to get Y/N's heart to start beating again. She'd saved Matthias in the middle of the ocean, during a hurricane, she could save Y/N.

Nina brought her hands down on to Y/N's chest once more with, perhaps, more force than needed. She kept them there and willed the organ inside her friend to not give up.

To keep going.

Second by second, Nina felt it slowly begin to beat again. Nina kept her hands on Y/N's chest, scared that if she moved even an inch it might stop beating again. Second by second, the colour began to slowly come back into Y/N's skin and Nina sighed, dropping her head in relief.

Inej let out a happy sob and closed her eyes, praying to her Saints once again and thanking them.

"Jesper, come here and wrap her wound, stop making that face, it's a bullet wound, you'll be fine," Nina snapped, glaring at Jesper when he balked at the thought, all thoughts of death and misery gone, their usual banter slowly returning.

Jesper walked around to stand next to Nina and took a clean wad of gauze and drenched it in alcohol. He pulled Y/N's bloody shirt up and gently pressed it to her side. His other hand reached up to Y/N's face and with a clean, damp cloth, he began wiping the dried blood off her skin.

"Oh, Saints, Kaz!" Inej exclaimed suddenly, making Jesper and Nina jump. She flew out the room like a breeze and dashed up the stairs to Kaz's office where he'd inevitably retreated.

Kaz was stood hunched in front of his mirror, his gloves off, his head hung. Inej walked in slowly, making sure to announce her presence by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door.

"Don't," Kaz said, his voice croaking and Inej realised that he was crying. "Don't say it."

"Kaz," Inej said softly, slowly approaching him.

"No, Inej!" Kaz snapped, whirling around to stare at her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess and his hands were shaking. "I took her for granted. I never," Kaz took a deep, shaky breath in, "I never told her or even showed her just how much..."

Even now, even when she was dead, he couldn't bring life to the words. They sat dead on his tongue, poisoning him. He hated his brother for making him this way. Hated Ketterdam for being the way it was. He even hated Y/N for being so fucking perfect that he had to fall in love with her. He was a fool so desperately in love that it scared him endlessly.

"Kaz," Inej repeated, slowly, gently, laying a hand on his arm.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up but Inej made sure to place her hand on the part that was still covered. Kaz flinched but didn't tell her to remove her hand or move back.

"Kaz," Inej said again. "Y/N isn't dead. She's alive. Nina brought her back."

Kaz turned his head and locked eyes with Inej. He didn't say anything but Inej understood. She nodded, reassuring him that she was being honest.

Perhaps, if Y/N hadn't been around, they would have fallen in love. Maybe it would be Inej he was crying over. Maybe it would have been Inej lying there, injured. Maybe Kaz would have torn the city apart to find the man who had injured her.

But he had Y/N. She was alive, three flights of stairs below, with Nina and Jesper at her side.

"I'll find him," Inej promised, dropping her hand from Kaz's arm and pulling her hood up.

"Leave some for me," Kaz said lowly, his eyes following Inej to the window. "I feel like ripping an eyeball or two out."

Kaz slowly limped down the stairs to Y/N's bedroom. He could hear numerous voices from inside and hesitated outside the door. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, heistated.

"Kaz, just come in already!" Nina yelled from within.

Kaz rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Stop spying on me, Zenik."

"It's difficult not to when your heartbeat is so loud," Nina replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

Y/N snorted and Kaz looked at her. She was sat on her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Jesper sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Y/N was half leaning on Jesper and half on the wall and looked so alive.

Inej had found the man who'd shot her and, together, they'd ripped the man's eyes out, slit his throat and thrown his body onto the Reaper's Barge. It had helped quell the ghosts threatening to haunt him once again but they hadn't truly abated until Kaz had gotten to look at Y/N and see her talk.

Y/N gave him a smile and Kaz nodded back at her, trying to hide his relief at how alive she looked.

She was alive. She wasn't dead. She wasn't Jordie. She wasn't going anywhere. She was still here, with him, in Ketterdam. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"There's blood on your shoes, Kaz," Y/N said, gesturing to his black shoes with her head, her voice almost startling him.

Kaz looked down and eyed the single drop with distaste. So there was. A single drop. All that was left of the man who'd shot her.

Y/N laughed at the look on Kaz's face. "He looks like he just sucked a lemon," she said to Jesper, albeit loud enough for Kaz to hear too.

"No, that's his normal face," Jesper replied, smirking as he winked at Kaz.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the dim, orange light of her room. Her laugh was like music to him.

And Kaz Brekker realised with a sudden, painful thud that he was completely and utterly besotted with her.

[helliontherapscallion]

Sweet Betrayal

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, neglect, successful suicide attempt, death, insanity

(A/N): I had a little too much fun writing this

“I’ll help you.”

Tommy cheered and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Wilbur gave you a slightly manic smile, his plan is going to work out perfectly with you working with them. Techno merely grunted in acknowledgement. Something about your tone threw him for a loop, but he just summed it up to the voices and his growing trust issues. The voices were screaming at him not to trust you, that you were a traitor, that you’d betray them. But there’s no way his youngest sibling would ever betray them; they couldn’t hurt a fly. They were basically defenseless. 

Tubbo looked slightly hesitant to accept you as his spying partner, but he figured that you joining him would take most of the stress off from his shoulders. You were close to Schlatt, he basically treated you as if you were his own. He was slightly jealous at how close to his father you were when he, Schlatt’s biological son, was often standing in the same room as them. He knew that Schlatt was a shitty father and could never shape up to being as good of a father figure than Philza was to him, but he just couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that his own father, who abandoned him at the side of the road as a kid, so readily took on another kid that wasn’t himself. Despite his resentment towards you, he accepted having you as a partner. Maybe once he got to know you better you weren’t so bad. 

On the outside, you were giving your ‘brothers’ a sweet smile. Almost sickeningly sweet as you plastered it on your face to hide the resentment and hatred brewing inside of you threatening to escape and fill this ravine with it’s raging waves. They were never your brothers, always choosing to exclude you from everything they were doing. As a kid, you had nobody to rely on. Tommy had Tubbo and Wilbur had Techno and Philza. You were completely, utterly alone as a kid. 

You were always deprived of social interaction, always being told to ‘suck it up’, ‘quit whining’, and ‘just accept it’. You watched from the sidelines as your brothers received all the love and support from each other and Philza, and you were sick of being left out. Their proposal has made you finally reach your breaking point. You came to the realization that you were only going to get their support only when you were of use to them. 

Even as adults and as teenagers, they’re always acting like children. Whining over losing power, getting exiled, how ‘tyrannical’ every single government was, like get a grip. You brought this upon yourself. Manberg would be much better off without you two. Just accept leadership, it’s there to bring natural structure to society. This isn’t high school, stop overreacting. Oh, how you longed to scream in their faces, drop the happy, sweet, and defenseless facade you always wore. You were broken down by them, and you were going to be their downfall. You would make sure of it. At least, that’s what Schlatt promised you. 

You met Schlatt one day when you were alone in the forest far from the house you called home. It was dark out and you were hiding from the mobs that threatened to take one of your lives. He found you by following your whimpers, taking you back to his house and giving you shelter for a few days. He treated you like you were a person, an actual human being, and that made you realize that you weren’t alone in the world afterall. Philza and your brothers didn’t even notice that you were gone until after a week of staying with Schlatt. You remembered how Philza stormed into Schlatt’s house, grabbed you by the ear, apologized to Schlatt, and drug you home lecturing you the entire time. You were grounded for a month after that and banned from talking to Schlatt.

However, you still talked to Schlatt in secret. He eventually treated you like you were his own, showering you with the love and support that you were deprived of. You supposed you craved constant reassurance and kindness, and you chopped it up to how you were raised. You had trauma and Schlatt was there to fix that. He gave you constant support, something your ‘family’ has never done. Well, they did once when you finally broke and fell into a deep depression, never leaving your room. They didn’t notice that, but what they did notice was the death message that flashed across their comm tablets: “(Y/n) suffocated.”

When they ran to your room, they caught the last of the golden dust that used to be your body drifting into the atmosphere. In the center of your room hanging from an exposed pipe in the ceiling was a noose fashioned from an old rope they had noticed had gone missing a few weeks ago. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you hung yourself. 

For a solid month after that, they treated you like they treated each other and you felt like you were soaring the entire time. Philza even told you that he loved you and that he was proud of you when you ate your first meal in a week!  All of the attention and support faded when they saw you smile more and laugh louder. You faded again into obscurity and all that came out of that successful suicide attempt was not your family’s unconditional love like you had hoped, but an ugly scar that wrapped around the entirety of your neck.  

You were going to fuck up their plans. They deserved it for ostracizing you all those years. 

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Your and Schlatt’s plan was unfolding swimmingly. Your idiotic brothers had no clue of your betrayal and that always made you want to laugh hysterically, but you held it in until you got back to the White House. You would laugh in Schlatt’s office with him. The cabinet often heard loud, boisterous laughter booming from behind the closed office doors, but they’ve long since learned not to question it. 

They grew wary of you two, it seemed that your sanities were turning into slippery slopes. The Emperor and the Secretary of Defense could not be fully trusted to make any decisions anymore. Even Quackity, who loved his adopted kid to death, agreed that they couldn’t be trusted. You and Schlatt had changed so much from when he first started dating Schlatt. It hurt him to see his husband and his child slip into insanity.

While you were planning the festival with Schlatt and Tubbo, it was extremely hard for you to keep a straight face. Whenever Schlatt wasn’t looking, Tubbo would smirk and glance at you from the corner of his eyes. It was in those moments specifically that you would struggle the most with containing your laughter. Originally, Schlatt was only going to exile Tubbo for his treachery, but after the fiasco with the lame excuse of ‘farming totems of undying’, you convinced him to turn it into an execution. You organized every single part of Tubbo’s execution, it was perfect in your opinion. At the same time, you were giving Schlatt information of your brother’s whereabouts during the festival. You were going to put on a show for them.

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On the stage, you were shifting and fidgeting relentlessly from your position between your adopted dads. From an outside perspective, one would assume that you’re nervous to be on stage in the middle of the spotlight. Everybody outside of the cabinet and your fathers still saw you as the innocent kid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. How wrong they were. Tubbo’s speech was the hardest to sit through, Quackity had to have a tight grip on your hand to prevent you from rushing the teenager and caging him too early. 

After Schlatt gave you the signal, you, him, and Quackity quickly trapped him in a cage made of yellow concrete. You could hear the shocked gasps of the audience and saw Wilbur holding Tommy down from revealing their hiding spot. Schlatt gently nudged you up to the microphone with a kind smile. 

You walked confidently up to the podium and gave the audience the widest closed-eyed grin they’d ever seen on you. “Hello citizens of Manberg, other guests,” you opened your eyes and shot a smug smirk over to your older brothers on the roof. You took great pleasure in the look of hurt, anger, and betrayal in their eyes. 

“What you are going to witness today is my pride and joy. As it turns out, our dearest Tubbo here,” you turned around to give a grandiose gesture at the cage behind you, “is a filthy little traitor.” The last word ripped itself from your mouth like a rattlesnake spitting venom at its victims. 

Tubbo banged on the walls in a rage, “you were a spy too! YOU WERE A SPY FOR POGTOPIA TOO!” 

“On the contrary, dearest Tubbo. I was a double agent working for Schlatt, my father. I was never loyal to Pogtopia. Why would I be when you all used me?” You gave him a gentle smile. The insane and malicious glint in your eyes contrasted the kindness of your features. You turned back to the podium with that same smile. The combination of your words and your expression sent cold chills down the spines of the Manbergians. They now saw you as who you really were. 

“Now, since I was so rudely interrupted,” you shot a glare at the shocked boy behind you, “hm, where was I?” You rubbed your chin in false confusion before you perked up, “oh right! What you are going to witness today is the public execution of our dear friend Tubbo.” You broke into a series of manic giggling, pounding your fist against the wood of the podium. The gasps of the audience sounded like music to your ears.

“TECHNOBLADE, GET THE HELL UP HERE BROTHER! YOU HAVE THE HONORS.”

You shouted through your laughter. Technoblade climbed up the stairs and stood facing you with a harsh glare. You grinned at him as he spoke to you with his usual monotone voice. This time, there was an undeniable angry undertone you could clearly detect, “what do you want me to do?”

“You still have that rocket launcher, right?”

He pulled it out of his satchel. You squealed happily and jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, “good! I’ve always liked fireworks. Now be a dear and make Tubbo go out with a bang!”

He walked over to face Tubbo’s cage and pointed the crossbow at him. You could see his finger trembling over the trigger and a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. After a while of seeing no firework action, you grew impatient and started to furiously shout at him.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BLOOD GOD? WHAT, ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO DO IT NOW? KILL HIM! BLAST HIM TO SMITHEREENS! FUCKING DO IT.”

With every word that left your mouth, you stepped closer to him until you were screaming into his ear. You felt immense pleasure when you saw him start to shake. When you heard the shooting of fireworks and the agonized screams of Tubbo and saw the colorful blasts, you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was beautiful. 

Your insane laughter was heard over the chaos that followed. Schlatt and Quackity, seeing Techno’s growing anger after killing Tubbo, moved to push you behind them. Quackity wrapped his wings around you in a tight hug before fireworks were shot at your family. After you pushed Quackity away from you, you saw your father’s corpse lying on the stage floor. It was clear that he had just lost a life. 

Quackity collapsed to the stage with a groan before he briefly passed out. You checked if he was still breathing before you looked at Technoblade with anger written clear on your features. You gave a furious shout before you charged at him, determined to kill the unkillable. 

You dodged the fireworks that he shot at you before you finally reached him. He dodged your flailing arms and the attempts to push him off from the stage with ease. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN NOT TO TRUST YOU!” 

His shout was dismissed by you, not registering in your clouded mind at all. He grabbed your arms and threw you to the edge of the stage. Before you could get up, he stomped a foot down on your chest and pointed the rocket launcher at your face. You were not phased by this, grinning and laughing with insanity-filled glee.  “KILL ME TECHNO! DO IT, GO ON! FUCKING DO IT. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

He stared at you with the most anger you’ve ever seen from him before he pushed you off the stage with a simple kick of his foot. As you were plummeting to your death, you saw Technoblade point the rocket launcher at you before you saw the colorful rockets shooting at you. Your laughter ending abruptly with the explosion of fireworks and the thump of your bloodied corpse against the pavement was something the citizens of Manberg would never forget. 

Your brothers stared at your corpse as it disappeared with shock and anger. They never suspected you of all people to be a traitor, they thought you were the sweet, naive kid they knew growing up. They thought your allegiance to them would be unbreaking and you’d follow them blindly. Obviously, they were wrong. There was no saving you. You were too far gone. 

When you woke up with Schlatt and Quackity holding your hands at your bedside, all of the memories flooded back to you. They held you as you cried in frustration, wiping at your tears with gentle, reassuring smiles and loving words. Rage filled you as you remembered how they got away with their lives. You had one life left, and you were going to dedicate it to their downfall. Even if you died in the process. They should fear the day you return. There was no saving them from your wrath. 

[hellototty]

Head cannon/Scenario #1

(Prompt sent in by bunniesugarie, prompt being: wanting to surprise boyfriend with kiss but accidently kissing one of the other NEETs instead)

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Osomatsu:

(Y/n) just won big at Pachinko and so being a good partner they decided to share the money with their pervert boyfriend, Osomatsu

When they got there they had knocked on the door three times but seeing as no one responded they decided to just go in

When (Y/n) entered they decided to head to the living room, half because they felt their boyfriend would be too distracted reading his p*rnos to answer the door and half because they wanted to sneak kiss him

When they came into the room they saw that the Matsuno's got a new green sofa and they also saw their "boyfriend" sitting on it with his face looking down

Suddenly however he looked up upon hearing them entering the room and that was when they decided to strike

And so they kissed their "boyfriend"

"(Y/n)?"

They heard a voice from behind them and immediately recognized it as being Osomatsu’s

But wait if Oso is behind them then who's...?

They immediately pulled away and noticed that they had accidently kissed Choromatsu, and that Choromatsu was surprisingly redder that the pine on their boyfriend's sweater

"Ah, sorry Choro-ppi. Shoulda noticed the lack of cowlicks."

However he was too shocked to answer back

Osomatsu went up to his brother and put his arm around his brother neck

"Yeah, but it's okay that you didn't notice, (Y/n). Anyway I gotta go make Fappymatsu into Fappydeadtsu."

And with that he carried Choro out of the room.

Karamatsu:

(Y/n) had started to take guitar lessons from their “cool” boyfriend, Karamatsu

And so they walked up to their door and knocked on it five times

On the fifth knock (Y/n) decided to enter by themself and came to the thought that maybe he was waiting on the roof to serenade them when they came but simply didn't see them

Well they simply couldn't have this; I mean he already did a lot for them, they felt

So instead (Y/n) decided to go to the roof and surprise him instead

When they got to the roof as they expected they saw their “boyfriend” sitting there

Yet going to the roof maybe wasn't their smartest plan, as due to their fear of heights they started to stager around

And that's when they accidently fell on him in turn smashing their lips together

'Well not exactly the way I wanted to surprise him but I guess this works.' (Y/n) thought actually being half right as they certainly did surprise their gray and blue clad boyfriend

"(Y/n)?"

They heard the distinctive deep voice of their boyfriend behind them, and with that they immediately pounced off of the brother they accidently kissed, very cat like

However that wasn't the only thing that was very cat like as the guy they kissed turned out to be Jyushimatsu who had his trademark cat eyes

"My little Jyushimatsu, what were you and MY belle Karamatsu darling doing?"

He asked with a bit of a possessive voice, before sighing

"No, that came out wrong, just (Y/n) what were you doing on the roof, if you missed me then that's okay, just don't do something reckless, okay my Karamatsu bunny, I just don't want you to be hurt. And bruzzah, we'll talk about this later."

Choromatsu:

(Y/n) had just bought tickets to Nyaa-Chans newest concert, and while they were alright on the singer they knew Hashimoto was a particular favourite of their otaku boyfriend, Choromatsu

They just arrived after the purchase of said tickets, '6000 yen just for some tickets?! If only Choro-ppi's interests were less expensive!'

They knocked on the door of their house four times, before deciding to just enter and get swarmed by the brothers

However when they entered, there was nothing of the sort

This somewhat relieved (Y/n) as at least they wouldn't have to deal with their tomfoolery like usual

And so they decided to head to their bedroom/personal living room and wait there for them to come back

However when they did go there instead of a bare room like they expected, they did actually see that one of the boys was still home

(Y/n) assumed that it would've been their boyfriend as he wasn't the most sociable and they knew that he had just recently bought a new issue of OPM, so he may have decided to stay home to read that instead

And (Y/n) really liked seeing his adorable embarrassed blushing face so what better way to be privy to that look than surprise kiss him?

So they did just that but they must have been too distracted by kissing their "boyfriend" to notice the loud bang of two doors opening, one being the house door, and the other being the bedroom door

"Jeez, what an asshole! He really lit my ass hair on- (Y/n)-Chan?"

(Y/n)'s ears immediately picked up on the annoyed but cute voice of their boyfriend coming from behind them and so they shot up like a rocket and looked rather bashful and ashamed of their mistake

"Ichimatsu… anyway wanna go to the pub, (Y/n)-Chan? Akatsuka knows I could do with a drink."

This immediately brightened their mood and soon after they went out of the house to go to the aforementioned pub, while Ichimatsu passed out from excessive blood loss

Ichimatsu:

'I miss Ichinyah!' (Y/n) thought whining, as they had not seen their boyfriend since Monday (provided Monday was yesterday)

(Y/n) was on their usual walk when they looked to the left of their and saw an alley way

Now in the alley way, they saw someone with a bowl haircut and a hoodie on feeding some adorable little stray cats

However, the alley was much too dark to pick up on anything else apart from that

So with those distinctive clues they decided that it must have been their anti-social boyfriend, Ichimatsu

'Ichinyah? Ichinyah!' They thought as they ran up to their "boyfriend", loomed over him, and planted a kiss on his lips

"(Y/n)?"

They heard Ichimatsu's dreary voice from behind them say, causing them to turn around and say happily, "Yes?"

However immediately after that they realized that if Ichimatsu was behind them then who did they just kiss?!

"Karamatsu?" They said looking at the man's face and immediately noticing the shades that only he would wear in a dark alley

"Akatsuka-damnit, Shittymatsu! First you steal cats from me and now this?!"

Ichimatsu shouted more than peeved off, and this was (Y/n) knew they had to say something before this escalated like it usually does

"Wait it was my fault! I accidently kissed Kara-Kun!" (Y/n) said and Ichimatsu's face immediately softened

"Oh… Well, what were you even doing here? I thought you preferred dogs." Ichimatsu asked with a raised eyebrow

"Ichinyah, just cause I prefer dogs doesn't mean that I don't like cats, I mean that's like me saying that just cause I prefer you as my boyfriend means that I don't like your brothers as friends." This caused Ichimatsu to blush as he was happy to know you preferred him over his brothers

Jyushimatsu:

(Y/n) decided to take their dog out for a walk and decided to go to the park, as they hoped they would be able to run (most likely literally) into their happy-go-lucky boyfriend, Jyushimatsu

After taking a walk around the park maybe six times, they decided to go find a bench to sit down, when to their surprise and joy they saw their "boyfriend"

'Huh, weird that he isn't wearing his usual training gear but maybe he decided to go to the park for some other reason.' (Y/n) thought but they was certain it must've been Jyushi as they never knew any of the other brothers to enjoy the park

And so they went to walk over to him but last minute decided that a fun way to say hi to him was to surprise him with a kiss

And so before they sat down next to him they closed their eyes, puckered their lips, and went in for the smooch

"(Y/n)-Chan!!!"

They heard a voice from behind their shout as it came closer and closer, they knew that voice to be Jyushi's, but if that was Jyushi then…

"Huh, Totty? (Y/n)-Chan why did you just kiss Todomatsu? Well… I guess it's okay cause we do look similar from behind! Especially when we're wearing the same colour!"

(Y/n) was really happy that due to the adorable naivety of their boyfriend he just saw it as a mistake which, in fairness, it was

"Ah, Kiiro don't jump on him I thought I told you about this."

Todomatsu:

(Y/n) was currently in a Sanrio shop as they had a love of all things cute just like their devious boyfriend, Todomatsu

That was when they passed by the Hello Kitty section and saw a boy who looked exactly like their boyfriend

And so (Y/n) walked over to him and decided to wait until he turned around to around to surprise him with a kiss

Now, they figured that this wouldn't be a problem as Totty was never the type to mind PDA, in fact he enjoyed it and was happy to have a person as attractive as them show publicly display their love

Well let's just say today was different…

Anyway, as their "boyfriend" turned around they smashed their lips together

"(Y/n)-Chan?"

They heard Totty's catty voice from behind and with hearing that they immediately pulled away from the person they just kissed, and saw it to be Osomatsu

"Oso? I'm sorry about that."

(Y/n) apologized while Osomatsu's face became smug and flirty

"Oh please, if you can do that again it would make my day."

He said causing the youngest to shoot a death glare at the oldest

"Hehe, you're soooo funny Nii-San anyway, what are you even doing here?"

He asked with a scowl and raised eyebrow, well that was before (Y/n) turned to face him and his face immediately went to his usual expression

On the other hand Oso was nervous about explaining the reason why he was their in the first place

"Uh… Well, I guess there's no point hiding it, I'm a huge fan of Hello Kitty."

However instead of the deriving laughter he expected he instead got a smile from (Y/n) and a shrug from Totty

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(Whelp, there you are my first ever scenario thing, I tried to make (Y/n) as gender neutral as I possibly could, and I would again like to thank bunniesugarie for sending the prompt in, but I would also like to thank you for reading it, well until next time feel free to request away, and Imma start working on memes)

[from-a-reckless-writer]

8 ty

If you had told Lena Luthor at the beginning of the semester that she'd be spending at least one night of her week drinking with her sister's roommate, said sister's girlfriend and roommate's other best friend, she would tell you to go fuck off and find yourself a life.

But here she is, laughing with Alex, Kelly and Nia without a care in the world. She didn't even notice when she had started hanging out with them without Kara around. Kara was their glue, technically.

She'd never believe that these girls would grow to like her enough to spend a night with her whilst Kara was absent. She's sat on the couch in their impromptu living room in this sardine box of a dorm. Kelly, Alex and Nia all on the floor surrounding the coffee table, cheap booze bottles and chips littered around.

Nia was in the middle of her anecdote, hands flying animatedly when the door opens.

Everybody looks up to see Kara stumble in.

Lena reacts first, raising her plastic cup in glee, "Hey, you're-"

Before she knows it, she's got a lapful of Kryptonian straddling her and burying a face in her neck.

"Here," Lena finishes, shocked, beer precariously sloshing inside the cup at Kara's sudden use of superspeed.

Oh, yeah, has she mentioned she's rooming with an alien?

Everyone looks at them stunned for a moment. Imagine being in the middle of the story and then suddenly having your best friend jump you out of nowhere.

She catches Alex's eyes, the red-head stands up and takes the cup from her hands. With both arms free, Lena wraps around Kara.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Kara just seems to bury herself deeper into her, if that was even possible.

Alex speaks up next, a concerned look on her face.

"Kara, what happened?"

And then, Lena feels her shirt get soaked, small hiccups coming from the blonde. Her worry skyrockets through the roof. The need to know what happened increasing more and more by the second.

"Hey, hey, Kara, why are you crying?"

Kara still doesn't answer. Just cries on her chest while Lena remains helpless, rubbing circles on her best friend's back.

Nia offers to clean up, once everyone realizes Girl's Night isn't going to continue any longer and that Kara doesn't really want to talk to any of them and it would be best if they gave her and Lena some space.

Alex looked like she was going to throw up when Kelly suggested to go back to their dorms, too. Alex wasn't used to having somebody else take care of her sister.

"I'll take care of her, Alex. I promise."

That seemed to do trick and Lena gave her a reassuring smile as Kelly dragged a reluctant Alex out of the door.

The dorm suddenly turns quiet, save from the sound of Kara sniffling now and again.

She doesn't know how Kara had managed to worm her way into her life like this. This level of comfort is something that Lena had never shared with anybody else. Only Kara.

"Baby, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can help. Please, Kara? Would you please tell me what's wrong?"

Kara finally seems to hear her out for the first time that night and Lena feels her shifting in her lap.

Kara faces her with a tear-stricken face and Lena feels her heart clench.

She reaches a hand to wipe the tears from Kara's cheeks, fingers working to put disheveled blonde hair behind her ear.

"Tell me what's wrong?"

"You're going to think, it's stupid," Kara sniffles, sleeve rubbing against her nose.

"Oh, baby, I promise you I won't find it stupid. Tell me?"

Kara looks at her with tear-filled eyes before finally crumbling.

"It's just been a very long day." She lets out a sob and Lena lets her cry for a moment, taking Kara's hand and kissing them soothingly.

"M-miss Grant chewed me out f-for passing my paper late."

Ah yes, that Lena knows about. Kara's been working for her midterms paper but a last minute family emergency at Midvale had her flying home in the middle of the night and making her late for the deadline.

"A-and then," Kara hiccups. "And then, because I stayed after class at Ms. Grant's. I was late to Snapper's class and and he didn't let me into his class."

Kara sobs again.

Lena pulls her close again.

"Oh, Kara, I'm sorry that happened to you-"

Kara interrupts her, words muffled by Lena's shirt.

"T'wasn't even the worst part."

Lena lets her sit up again, wipes Kara's cheeks.

"When I went to Noonan's to comfort myself," Kara pauses, emotions choking her up.

She tries again. "W-when I went to Noonan's to comfort myself, they were out of sticky buns, Lena! They were out of sticky buns!" Kara sobs harder than before.

And Lena doesn't know if it's okay for her to laugh, she fights the feeling of laughter and lets Kara crash into her again. Of course, it was the lack of sticky buns that would prompt Kara into a breakdown.

"Do you want me to drive at the Noonan's outside campus? I'll buy you two dozens." Lena threads her fingers through Kara's hair, the blonde has stopped sobbing for now. Finally laying exhausted on Lena's chest, red lips gently kissing the crown of her hair.

"No. No need. Just- just hold me please?"

"Okay, okay. I can do that."