#saw a recipe and it looks banging

[witski]

i think on saturday. im going to make biscuits

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: Don't Take Him

Request: Anonymous said: "hi! oh my gosh i love your tyler x reader writings so much. could you do one where the reader is watching the tornado wrangler's livestream while they're chasing and suddenly it cuts out & she's worried something happened to tyler? with just fluff and angst and all that? thank you <3"

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: angst

A/N: I'm afraid i'm officially down bad for tyler owens (and glen powell). send help.

The notification popped up on your phone while you were cooking dinner in the kitchen. 

The Tornado Wranglers started a live video. Watch it before it ends! 

You rolled your eyes and smirked. Tyler and his stupid channel, you thought. 

After wiping your hands on a dish towel, you swiped your thumb across the notification, letting it take you to their feed.

Boone’s face was the first you saw. His goofy, contagious grin flashed across the screen. “Alright, it’s rollin’,” he said, flipping the camera to show Tyler in the driver’s seat. “How we feelin’ today, T?” 

Tyler beamed, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle the way you loved so much. As annoying as it was to constantly be competing with tornadoes for Tyler’s affection, you had to admit that his passion was admirable. 

“Oh, we’re feelin’ pretty good, Boone– why don’t you show the viewers what we’re chasin’ today!”

The screen panned over towards the windshield, showing the storm ahead. The footage was a little grainy, but the impending storm in the distance was obvious.

“Ain’t she a beaut?” Boone marveled. 

“Now y’all got fireworks last week– this week what do you say we give rockets a go?” Tyler said, just as Boone turned the camera back on him. 

“Idiots,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head. You rested your phone against the utensil jar, propping it up so that you could continue to maneuver around the kitchen and listen at the same time. 

After a while, you got lost in the recipe you were trying, tuning out your boyfriend and his friends.

“Alright, Boone– Lilly?” Tyler said as you continued to chop the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you. “You ready?” 

“Oh, I’m ready!” you heard Lilly chime back. 

“Here we go, folks– as always, don’t try this at home!” 

You briefly turned your attention back towards the video as they began actively driving into the tornado, your view limited to Boone’s shaky camera work as Tyler’s driving undoubtedly turned chaotic. 

To avoid motion sickness, you looked back towards the food in front of you.

“She’s gettin’ close, boys!” Lilly yelled. 

You heard their collective cheers and hollers. 

“Anchoring time–” Tyler said. 

There was a brief pause before you heard Boone. “Hit the button, T–”

“I am hitting the button,” Tyler said firmly. 

“Tyler–” Lilly said. It was the hint of urgency in her tone that had you looking back towards your phone again. 

“It’s jammed–” Tyler said. “Here, gimme the screwdriver.”

Boone had clearly ceased thinking about camera angles. All you saw was the edge of Tyler’s face in the corner of the screen.  

“Tyler, we gotta lock it down–”

“I know, Boone. I’m tryin’ here– the damn button’s stuck again.”

“Guys–” Lilly warned. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the frame. 

“Guys, it’s getting closer.”

“I know–” Tyler said. “Boone, move your hand.”

“C’mon, man, let me try–”

“I’m telling you, it’s stuck–”

“Look out!” you jumped at Lilly’s sudden scream, followed by the sound of a loud bang, that echoed even through the screen. 

“Oh shit–” Boone yelled, camera flying. 

You grabbed your phone urgently, but all you could see was the ceiling of Tyler’s truck. Suddenly, gear was flying through the screen– almost as if the truck was flipping. You held your breath, panic and dread flooding through your entire body as you watched helplessly. 

“Hang on to someth–” Tyler’s voice was suddenly cut off along with Boone’s feed. 

The Tornado Wranglers live stream has ended. 

Even after their video went dark, you continued staring at your phone– like you were hoping Boone would pop back up any second, laughing like this was some sick, twisted joke. 

Except you waited– and waited, and Boone never popped back up. 

And neither did Tyler. 

Frantically, you pulled up your contacts and clicked on Tyler’s name. You had an unspoken agreement that no matter what he was doing during a chase– if you called, he answered. 

So that’s exactly what you did. 

But your nerves weren’t settled. In fact, you stopped breathing all together when Tyler’s phone went straight to voicemail– something he swore he’d never do. 

Hoping that he just had bad service, you called a second time– and then a third. But each time you heard Tyler’s voice telling you to leave a message at the beep, you felt the pool of panic inside of you rising higher and higher. 

“C’mon Tyler,” you muttered to yourself. 

Stupidly, you let your hopes get up when Lilly’s phone actually rang. But when that went to voicemail too, your hopes just about shattered. You didn’t even bother to try Boone– he may have been the camera guy, but he almost never had his own phone within reach. 

After your fifth attempt to reach Tyler, you finally did leave a message. 

“Hey, it’s me. I was watching the livestream when it cut out and I–” your voice cracked, causing you to stop and take a shaky breath. “Listen, I just need to know that you’re okay. So please call me back.”

With that, you hung up the phone, setting it on the counter after finally realizing it probably wouldn’t be beneficial to try calling him a sixth time– no matter how badly you wanted to. You stared ahead out the window that was over the sink. It was blue skies where you were– just a few wispy, thin clouds overhead. Nothing that remotely resembled what Tyler had just driven through.  

You didn’t even know where he was chasing today. You’d meant to ask when he’d called you last night from his motel room, but you’d gotten distracted by the dog whining to go out and ultimately forgot. Now, you had no way to contact him and no idea where he was…  

Suddenly, a sob bubbled in your throat. Before you could filter or control it, you were letting out a shaky gasp– shoulders shuddering as you gripped the edge of the counter and doubled over. 

You felt it everywhere– from your mind down to your toes, your entire body reacted to the cruel, impossible idea of something happening to Tyler. 

Maybe he was fine, you told yourself. Maybe Boone just dropped his phone and the feed cut– But even as the thought crossed your mind, you knew it was ridiculously unlikely. You saw those things go flying– you heard Lilly’s scream. 

Maybe the car flipped, maybe it was crushed. 

Maybe Tyler was pulled right from his seat, tossed into the oncoming storm. 

Maybe he was hit with flying debris, his body mangled and bruised and broken–

“No,” you whimpered to yourself, shaking your head. “No, no, no– please– please don't take him, please don't take him.”

You weren't even sure who you were pleading to, all you knew was that you couldn’t imagine Tyler not being okay. He was the strong one– always steady, always certain. He was your rock, the person you leaned on for absolutely everything. And the idea of him being hurt somewhere was unfathomable. Tyler didn’t get scared– Tyler didn’t get hurt. Tyler drove into oncoming tornadoes and stayed strong. 

To your absolute despair, all you could do in the upcoming hours while you waited for any sort of news, was hope to God that was still the case. 

Eventually, you found a home on the kitchen floor– back against the cabinets and knees hugged tightly to your chest to try and withstand the dread raging inside of you. 

…

Tyler put his truck in park outside of the house before running a hand through his damp, windblown hair. After the day he’d had, he’d never been happier to be home. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d flipped in the truck. Thanks to the roll cage, they wound back upright with next to no damage– but Tyler knew it’d been his fault. The stupid rods had malfunctioned again– something Tyler had been meaning to take a look at for the past month. Except every time they got stuck, he’d managed to fix the jam before the storms actually hit. But this time, he’d been too late. 

Luckily, his two passengers were even bigger adrenaline junkies than he was. The truck had barely landed back on its wheels before Boone was hollering and pounding his fist against the ceiling in excitement. And Lilly wasn’t far behind him. Meanwhile, all Tyler could do was look down at his shattered cell phone and hope to hell you wouldn’t need to reach him for the rest of the night. 

As soon as Tyler walked through the front door of your shared house, he noticed signs of you everywhere. The lamp near your reading chair was turned on, and the blanket you always used was strewn across the couch messily. He noticed the mug resting on the coffee table, thinking to himself that it was almost certainly half full of the tea you always insisted on making at night but never finished. 

He smiled to himself, as he bent over to untie his muddy boots, eager to spend the rest of his night holding you close. 

He had barely managed to toe off his final boot when he heard shuffling from the kitchen. 

“Tyler?” 

He could instantly tell that something was off– your voice sounded so muffled and choked up.  

“Hey,” he said, turning to offer you a smile. But it faded from his face at the sight of you. Your body was trembling, shoulders slumped and arms wound tightly around yourself. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from what looked like hours of crying. 

“Baby?” he said. 

In response, you covered your mouth and hunched over just in time for a sob to escape your lips. 

Instantly, Tyler’s stomach dropped to the floor. 

“Hey,” he said, hurrying forward. He hesitated, hands hovering near your shoulders. He’d never seen you like this– so fragile and broken and obviously devastated over something. But he had no fucking idea what it was– which meant, he had no fucking idea how to fix it. 

Your hair had fallen in your face, but he could still see the tears rolling steadily down your rosy cheeks as you gasped for air. 

“Hey,” he repeated gently, tilting his head down so that he was closer to your height. 

“I-I saw– And I thought–” you stammered frantically, jumping to the next sentence without finishing the first. 

In that moment, Tyler decided against his earlier hesitation and risked reaching for you. Just standing there and watching you fall apart went against every instinct he had– he wanted to protect you, keep you safe from anything that could cause this kind of harm. 

But as soon as his hands grazed your shoulder, Tyler knew that he’d made the wrong choice. The moment he made contact, you lunged forward– hands planting themselves on his chest before you gave him a shove. 

“You asshole!” you yelled through a sob. 

Tyler staggered backwards– more from being caught off guard by your sudden burst of anger, than from how hard you pushed him.

But he barely had time to recover before you were lunging for him a second time. Using what little energy you had, you shoved him again. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” you shouted. 

Tyler took a simple step back, eyes scanning the length of you– trying to decide what the hell he should do. When you attempted to push him for a third time, your arms barely had any energy left in them.

“Hey–” he breathed, gripping your wrists when they landed on his chest a fourth time. 

“Let go of me!” you yelled, wiggling from his grasp. “You’re an asshole, Tyler!”

“Stop,” he begged, releasing your wrists to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You fought his hold, fists colliding with his chest instead. But this time, he didn’t let go. 

“No!” you sobbed, but he could already feel you slowing down. Not like your shoves or fists hurt before, but with each pound, the impact grew lighter and lighter. 

“Stop,” he repeated, forcing you to his chest, despite your resistance. You were pushing him away– but everything about your demeanor screamed that you needed his comfort. 

Finally, whether it was his persistence or your exhaustion, you gave up fighting and let your body melt against his.  

Tyler planted one palm between your shoulder blades firmly and used the other to cup the back of your neck, anchoring you to him securely. As soon as Tyler tightened his hold on you, you erupted into a fit of sobs– like all the dam inside of you needed was just a little bit of pressure to break. The trembling turned into violent shaking, and you began gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt like your life depended on it. 

And Tyler had no fucking idea what to do– 

So, he did the only thing he could do, which was hold onto you tightly and let you stain the front of his plain gray shirt with your tears. 

“I got you, baby,” Tyler whispered as he pressed a lingering kiss against the top of your head. “You’re okay, I got you.” 

Eventually, he heard you take a ragged breath and pull away just enough to look up at him. Tyler cupped your jaw with his large hand and used his thumb to stroke your cheek. “Talk to me,” he pleaded.

You bit down on your quivering lip before speaking. “I-I was watching– I was watching Boone’s livestream when it cut out– and then, your phone– I couldn’t reach you. I- I called like– so many times, but you didn’t answer– I thought– I thought something had happened– I thought you were hurt– or-or worse–”

“Oh, baby,” Tyler exhaled, guilt spreading through him at the thought of you having to see whatever got streamed from the accident earlier. He was the reason you were so distraught in your shared kitchen at eleven o’clock. He was the reason your eyes were red rimmed and swollen. He was the reason your cheeks were stained with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“I thought I was gonna get a phone call– from the hospital or- or your mom or something– I didn’t think you’d- I didn’t think you’d come home, I thought you died,” You broke on the last admission, like something inside of you had cracked. You collapsed in on yourself, hunching over and wracking with heaving sobs.

Tyler pulled you back into his embrace, like he was the only thing preventing you from drowning. Gradually, his soft touch and gentle murmurs brought you to the surface again. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he repeated, lips ghosting along your temple. “I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“But- the truck– it flipped–”

He nodded above you. “It did– I couldn’t get the screws bolted down in time. But we have the cage, the truck rolled right back upright. Everyone is fine. I mean, Boone might have a few loose screws, but there’s no tellin’ if that’s from the rolled truck–”

Your tone immediately hardened as you sharply pulled back again. “Are you seriously making jokes right now, Tyler?” 

And truthfully, Tyler wasn’t entirely sure how to react. He looked down at you pathetically, chest aching to see you so upset. You being this angry with him was uncharted territory. 

“You could have died!” you said loudly. “I know you think you are, but you’re not invincible, Tyler! This isn’t some movie where you get to drive into tornadoes completely unscathed ten times out of ten. This is our lives! I-I mean, what the hell were you thinking?”

”Everything’s okay–”

“Everything is not okay! I’m not okay! Do you know how helpless I felt? Watching that stupid livestream? I tried to call, but– but you didn’t answer, I couldn’t do anything but wait here! I mean, what if that had been me? What if you’d seen a video of me crashing my car– and then had no way to reach me? What if you had to spend all night wondering if you were going to get a call that I was dead in a ditch God-only-knows-where?”

For once, Tyler had no response. Because the truth was, he knew everything you were saying was right. He’d be equally angry and frustrated and horrified if the tables were turned. 

You wiped the tear falling down your cheek, lip quivering. “I– I can’t live in a world without you in it, Tyler. I really can’t–”   

In the deafening silence, he sighed. “I know,” he said quietly, stepping forward to bring you back into his embrace. He was surprised when you willingly let him wrap his arms around you, head falling to rest on his chest. 

Tyler’s hand ran through your hair. “I know. I’m okay, baby. I’m right here, I got you.”

He was okay. He was alive and he was right here– you could hear his heartbeat beneath you–  feel his breath against the side of your neck. He was alive and unharmed. 

You kept your eyes closed and tried to memorize the sound of his heartbeat. You let it seep into the cracks of your heart and heal whatever had been broken in the last few hours of worrying– wondering if he was alive. You focused on the way his arms felt around you– impossibly warm, and so, so safe. 

Gradually, your breathing and your mind slowed. Until all that was left was Tyler. 

Your voice was shaky when you finally pulled away. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you exhaled. “I didn’t like not being able to reach you.”

Tyler’s hand stroked your hair gently, “Baby, I’m so sorry I made you worry– my phone broke when we rolled. I’ll get a new one tomorrow, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and placed your hand against Tyler’s chest. 

“You okay?” he asked. 

You blinked a few times, realizing how tired you were. “Yeah–” you said, nodding. You felt Tyler’s heartbeat beneath your palm.   

Each beat reminding you that he was here and he was alive and he was okay. 

“Can you–” your voice cracked slightly, making you wince. “Can you please just stay with me the rest of the night? I just–” you glanced down at the floor, embarrassed to admit how much you needed him. “I just need to be close to you tonight.”

Tyler’s eyes softened. “Of course, baby. Where else would I be?”

You nodded slowly. 

Tyler grabbed your hand and led you towards the couch. He took the blanket you’d left sprawled out from earlier and wrapped it around your shoulders before pulling you down beside him. He laid back against the cushions and made a spot for you. Without even hesitating, you curled up between his legs and rested your head back against his chest. 

“I need you to promise me you’ll be careful,” you pleaded. “I know you love chasing, and I’d never ask you to give that up, but I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you.”

You felt Tyler sigh beneath you, his chest rising and falling steadily. “I promise.” 

“And I need you to promise me you’ll get those damn screws fixed. That’s like the third time this month you’ve told me that they’ve jammed.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled softly. “I will. Believe it or not, I didn’t like rolling in my truck, either.”

You lifted your head from his chest so that you could get a good look at Tyler’s face. Even after all these years with him, he still managed to leave you breathless.  

“Well then maybe it’s time you take a break and just stay home for a little while,” you teased, lips curling into a soft smile. 

The corner of Tyler’s lips tugged upward as his green eyes sparkled under the dim light. “You know what, that might not be a bad idea.” 

You raised your eyebrow skeptically. You knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and yet, that was exactly what you did. “Really?” 

Tyler’s hand tucked a loose strand of your hair from your face before his thumb grazed across your wet cheek. He nodded sincerely. “Really.”

You were a mess– eyes puffy, lips cracked. You were exhausted and so shaken up from everything that had happened. And who knew how long Tyler would have to put extra effort into helping make you feel safe. 

But right now, wrapped in his embrace on your shared couch, all you needed was him.   

[baby-yongbok]

Don't Go Insane

Neighbor!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✧Genre - Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll) ✧ Masterlist ✧

A/N: I have never ever written a fic in this format but it was the only was for my brain to process the idea😭This is a product of those fucking SINFUL photos that Chan took for Nylon Japan. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to get back into writing again so I might suck for a bit, sorry! Hope you enjoy! (not proofread)

You weren't expecting to actually like your new neighbor since your previous one was such a dick but when you meet Chan he's more than kind to you. 

He always greets you in the hallway, helping you bring your bags up to your place when you get home from shopping and checks in on you when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days

You find yourself going out around the same time that he would usually get home from his morning workout just so you can talk to him. He's so sweet and charming and hot. Oh so hot. 

He brings you food when he's made too much dinner to fit in his fridge which is code for he wanted an excuse to talk to you and gave you 50% of his meal just to see your face. 

You invite him in to eat the first time that he brings you food and it quickly turns into spending Sunday nights eating together and laughing at his stories. It's your favorite day of the week now. 

You drop by his place to ask if he needs anything from the store every time that you go now. He's memorized the pattern of your knock and jumps to his feet every time he hears it. 

You're in line at the store one day when a magazine catches your eye. Is that…Chan!? You grab it, looking through with wide eyes before buying it and nearly forgetting about the rest of your items. 

You don't tell him that you saw it. He never said what he did for work and yeah he's hot - Oh so hot - but you never thought that this would be his occupation and you defiantly didn't think that this is how you'd find out.

You flip through the magazine all night. Staring at his beautiful chocolate gaze and his perfectly blushed lips. How is he even real?

You may have also stared at his shirtless pics for an hour too long. No one has to know that though.

He brings over a new recipe that he tried this Sunday. Setting up your usual spot on the living room floor when his eyes land on a familiar photo on your side table. It's him. You bought his magazine? He tries to act normal about it but his red ears and blushed cheeks give him away. 

You catch on when he glances at it for a second time and you internally body slam yourself for forgetting to put it away. You both eat quietly, blushing and trying to find the right thing to say next. 

“I'm sorry about that.” You speak first and he glances up quickly, straightening himself up with a shy smile. “It's fine, I'm just embarrassed I guess.” He's shy about being hot?? Why does that make him hotter?

“Are you always the shy type?” Your question was genuine but your tone was suggestive, almost teasing. It creates a shift in his demeanor that makes you shiver. “Not always, no.”

You don't know how it happened. It's all a blur. One second he was talking to you, confident and sweet. He was telling you about the shoot for the magazine when he got to the topic of the shirtless photos. The air around you thickened and the words that started it all slid off your tongue.

“You look so good it could drive me insane.” You chuckled but his eyes darkened in response. 

“Do you want me to?” His eyes are on yours, his gaze is heavy and intense. “What?” You drop your fork, swallowing hard. “Make you go insane?”

That's how you ended up with his lips on yours. He swallowed each and every strangled moan and replaced it with one of his own. His hands explored your body, fast yet cautious. A gentleman.

He pulls you into his lap, one of his large palms gripping your ass over your leggings and the other cupping your cheek to keep you still for him. He pulls you close, chest to chest. He's been waiting to feel you since the moment he first saw you. He feels like he's dreaming and he prays that he never wakes up. 

His breathing picks up when you plant sloppy kisses along his jawline. Mind numbing groans and hisses falling from his lips. “You're gonna make me go insane, fuck.”

His lips feel like heaven against your skin. Soft and all-consuming. He leaves marks along your collar bones, sucking and flicking his tongue over the delicate skin. Your head is spinning as you take him in. This beautiful man that you've been dreaming of for months finally has his hands on you. 

You grind against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses up into you. The way that he looks up at you with his lip caught between his teeth is intoxicating. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He smiles at your compliment, blinking a blush away and trying to keep his composure. “Took the words right outta my mouth.”

You pull back, sitting on the shaggy rug and frantically undressing. You're desperate, antsy, absolutely insatiable and Chan isn't too far behind but you could never tell by how composed he looks. How does he have that much self control?

He moves to sit on the couch and watches you as you strip. Taking in every beautiful inch of your body while he makes himself comfortable. You look up at him as he sits, man spreading at the edge of your couch and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock straining against his jeans. 

Fucking sinful

"Crawl to me, baby. Come here." He beckons you with two fingers that you're dying to be acquainted with. The smile on his face while you follow his order is enough to make you explode already.

He leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you with such soft hunger. So much passion and desire. A promise, like his kiss is asking you to be his. You palm him softly over his jeans earning a soft moan from him. "You want it?” He leans back, resting against the back of your sofa, giving you full access to his zipper and button. “Go ahead, take it, princess."

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you free his cock and his eyes roll back when you fist it confidently. Pumping him at a deliciously slow place. You want to drag this out. You don't ever want this to end. 

He puts his hand over yours once he gets fed up with your teasing. He loves how your hand feels around him but he needs more of you. He taps his leaking cock against your lips and you allow your spit to dribble down his shaft. "Stick that tongue out. There we go, baby. That's my girl. Look at that.”

He holds your hair back as you slide his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His fingers massage your scalp softly making you hum around him. He's a gentleman, a filthy one. 

He couldn’t wait to switch places with you, falling to his knees so fluidly that you couldn’t help but to groan at the sight of him. His gaze never left yours. His eyes were constantly asking for permission to continue and you eagerly granted it every time.

He ate your pussy like a fucking starved man. Lick and sucking the expanse of your cunt like he’d never see you again. Your moans encouraged him as he lapped at you, he wanted - no, needed - you to cum on his tongue. It’s all that he’s been dreaming of for the last month. 

He made you cum twice and had to hold back the urge to keep going. He’s definitely found his new favorite thing.

Nevermind, kissing you is his favorite thing. The way that you sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and biting his bottom lip drives him wild. 

You’re seeing stars as soon as he slips into you. His strong arms on either side of your head as he hovers, kissing you softly as you adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re a dream come true, ya know that? I’ve dreamt of this, princess.” You can hardly reply once he fills you to the hilt but you try to anyway, moaning out as your vision blurs. “Wanted you so bad, Channie.”

That was enough to break him. He snapped his hips into you, giving you everything that you ever wanted, ever needed, from him. He fucks you deep, speeding up gradually just to hear you moan his name a little louder. He wants to be gentle with you but with a cunt that feels this amazing he can’t help but want to make you fall apart underneath him.

You always imagined being on top when you finally got to be with Chan but it looks like that’ll have to be another day. The way that his cock is splitting you open makes you feel like you might have to call out of work tomorrow. 

“Look at me, babygirl. You liked seeing my pictures, huh? Did you touch this pretty cunt while looking at them?” You nod your head with such urgency that you’re positive that you look absolutely pathetic but Chan thinks that it’s cute, he’s in love with how fucked out you look drooling under him. “All you had to do was ask for the real thing.” He rolls his hips into you and your eyes roll back right after. 

He holds both of your hands as he slows down a bit, he wants to make love to you. Wants to treat you like the precious gem that he knows that you are but your cunt keeps fucking squeezing around him. He curses under his breath as he tries to compose himself but it’s no use. He watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning when he sees just how perfectly your pussy is taking him. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re too much. Too good.” 

Much to his surprise you cave before he does, chanting his name like a prayer while he rocks into you at the perfect angle. You feel dizzy as you unravel under him, nails digging into his strong arms and your legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel grounded. 

The way that you look cumming on his cock drives him over the edge. He picks up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he’s chasing his. The overstimulation draws out your climax causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you harder than the last. “Yeah yeah yeah, oh fuck such a pretty girl cumming on my cock like that, that's it baby.” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying but he doesn’t care he’s so close so so so close.

You forced your eyes open when he pulled out, you needed to watch him stroke himself over the edge and cover your stomach in his cum. You need to take in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow while he moans for you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”

The giggles that you share after may be Chan’s new favorite part. He cleaned you up and wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your hair as you both talk about what just happened with smiles on your faces 

“This is a bit backwards but uh, can I take you out? Maybe next weekend?” The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blush into his chest, nodding happily and answering with a muffled ‘yes’ that makes Chan chuckle. “Maybe afterward I can fuck the sense back into ya, since I drove you insane tonight.”

[forzalando]

boo’d up

summary: a night out enjoying some haunted houses leads to a few surprises pairing: oscar piastri x f!reader (Y/N, use of she/her), implied pairings of alex x charles, rebecca x carlos, & carmen x george wc: 1.6k warnings: descriptions of a haunted house (including darkness, tight spaces, screaming), mentions of being afraid/panicking, cursing author's note: guys i had this idea (because this is based on a true story/real-life experience where i was Y/N in this exact scenario except it was not a hot guy/oscar piastri, it was a young woman and i scared the absolute shit out of her). so i took a lot of creative liberties here. anyway! this is completely un-edited and complete garbage but i couldn't get it out of my head and i haven't written in 12 years. i figured it was time. go crazy!

It was a cold October night; the wind whistling through half-barren trees caused a slight shiver to trickle down your body.  The sun had set on the drive to your destination – an old farm in the middle of nowhere, which your friends had pointed out multiple times was a recipe for disaster. You shamelessly pulled the upcoming birthday card to get them to agree to the weekend activity: a haunted house compound you’d read about online that had impeccable reviews – four different houses for $40 was a deal you couldn’t pass up.

A massive, dark, dilapidated house stood in front of you – your first haunted destination of the evening. Screams from inside pierced through the air and sent waves of uneasiness and excitement through you; you’d fallen prey to falsely advertised haunted houses in the past, so you hoped with all your might that these did not disappoint.

“I should’ve stayed home,” Carmen grumbled as she pouted behind you in line. “It’s freezing, dark, and I have a million things I could be working on.”

“Oh, come on, Carm,” you teased, lightly punching her arm. “You’re telling me this isn’t your ideal Saturday night?”

“It’s definitely mine,” Rebecca chirped. “I love Halloween – all the creepy crawlies, scary movies, witches, chainsaw-wielding psychopaths. And candy, can’t forget the candy.”

You laughed and looked around at your small group, your smile faltering a bit when your eyes landed on Alex. She’d wrapped herself up tightly in her sweater, and you could tell she was trying her hardest to put on a brave face, but you saw right through the façade.

“Alex, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you urged. “I promise you, it’s absolutely ok.”

She shook her head quickly, linking her arm through yours. “I’ll be fine – it’s all fake, right? And I’ll just hold onto you the whole time; I’m still betting that you’re going to be the most scared out of all of us, even if you disagree.”

“Well, we’re about to find out,” you sang, pulling Alex forward to follow Rebecca and Carmen into the menacing-looking house.

Immediately upon entering, you were plunged into complete darkness. The hallways were just wide enough to walk through sideways – if you tried to walk straight, your shoulders scraped against the walls. People were incessantly banging on the walls beside you – screaming and shouting in your ears, your face, following you as you tried to shimmy as quickly as you could through the maze.

You could feel your heart rate kicking up, and each time someone banged on the wall and screamed near you, it began to beat even faster.

In the midst of your panic, you realized Alex’s hand was no longer in yours. You reached back blindly until you were gripping her sweater-clad forearm and started pulling, but surprisingly, pulling with very little movement.

“Alex, move faster,” you pleaded, growing more and more impatient, more panicked. It felt as if she was trying to keep you from running, trying to pull you back and keep you in that godforsaken house. Either the latter or she had suddenly gained a shit ton of muscle, preventing you from pulling her along with ease. “I’m scared, okay? You win, I’m terrified. Now, please try to keep up, I can’t see a goddamned thing.”

The horrors seemed endless – it was still pitch black, and the further you went into the house, the smaller the hallways became. As soon as you started to think you’d never get out and would be stuck in that nightmare forever, you saw streaks of moonlight ahead and burst through a black curtain into the cool, night air.

Gasping for a breath, you dropped Alex’s arm and started yelling as you spun to face her.

“Alex, what the hell – oh my god, you’re not Alex.”

Stood behind you, rubbing their wrist, was an impossibly attractive guy around your age with floppy brown hair and a look of concern on his face.

“You’ve got a hell of a grip,” he mumbled, a thick Australian accent hitting your ears. “Think you might have bruised me.”

You could hear Rebecca and Carmen snickering somewhere behind you, “Yeah, Y/N, you bruised him.”

It took everything in you, but you ignored your friends and focused your attention on the handsome stranger before you.

“I am so, so sorry; I thought you were my friend, and I was panicking just a bit, trying to get out of there as fast as I could. Plus, Alex was afraid before we even got in the house and – wait where is Alex?”

You started looking around frantically, convinced that you’d left your friend stranded in that abomination of a haunted house, only to hear her giggling and chatting with someone just a few feet away.

“It looks like Charles rescued your friend,” the handsome stranger shared. “Since you were too focused on ripping my arm out of my socket.”

“I said I was sorry – ” you started to say, but as you turned back towards him, you noticed a smirk of amusement on his face.

He put his hands in the air in surrender and laughed, “Hey, I’m just messing with you; no actual harm done. I’m Oscar, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you whispered back, feeling a sudden wave of shyness come over you now that the initial shock was wearing off. “And I really am sorry, I hope I didn’t freak you out too much.”

You froze as he stepped closer to you and lowered his voice. “Can you keep a secret?”

Nodding in response, you held your breath as he leaned in even closer to whisper in your ear. “That was absolutely terrifying and I’m glad I had you guiding me through.”

Heat rose up your neck as he pulled away slowly, a soft smile on his face and kind eyes to match.

“Well, I’d use the word guiding very lightly,” you laughed. “More like yanking or heaving, well, trying to. I could barely move you, and I was pulling with all my might. You must eat some serious amounts of spinach.”

“Spinach?”

“You know, Popeye? The sailor man? I’m strong to the finish, cause I eats me spinach?”

He shook his head and your cheeks heated in embarrassment – Popeye? Really?

Before you could die of humiliation and make one of the houses actually haunted, he bumped his shoulder against yours and laughed.

“Must be an American thing – I’m new here.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around,” you offered, bumping his shoulder right back. “I’ve been told I’m a great tour guide.”

“I’d like that very much. Maybe you can start by taking me through the rest of these houses? You can hold my hand – just in case you get scared again.”

He spoke with all the confidence in the world, but his cheeks and nose were flushed a gorgeous pink that you could see even in the moonlight.

You slipped your hand in his and turned your attention back to your friends, who were watching with wide eyes.

“Leave it to Y/N to accidentally almost kidnap a complete stranger in a pitch-black haunted house, and they turn out to be her dream guy,” Rebecca teased. “Looks like Alex found someone too – what did we do wrong, Carmen?”

Before Carmen could answer, two voices shouted from behind and caught everyone’s attention – two more devastatingly handsome men running towards your group.

“Hey, sorry we’re late, Carlos got us lost,” a British voice rang out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Carmen and Rebecca smile giddily and high-five each other. Before walking over to the newcomers, they winked in your direction and whispered simultaneous “thank you’s”.

You winked back and squeezed Oscar’s hand a little tighter before leading everyone towards the next house.

“I think this next one is clown-themed,” someone mused from behind, causing you to stiffen.

“Clowns?” You whispered, your steps slowing to a near stop.

Alex giggled – “See, Y/N, I told you that you’d end up being the most scared! You should’ve listened to us when we tried to change your mind about coming!”

You turned your gaze towards Oscar, his eyes already on you and that adorable pink blush still prominent on his cheeks. “You know what, I’m actually really glad we came, even if I hate the dark, hate tight spaces, hate clowns, and will probably hate whatever else comes after that.”

“I’m glad you came too,” Oscar replied, adjusting his grip to link his fingers through yours. “And don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any clowns.”

“Mate, you’re terrified of clowns,” Charles ribbed. “You literally said on the way here that if there were any clown-themed houses, you would leave.”

“Gee, thanks, Charles, you could have just kept that to yourself for the sake of my pride.”

“We can protect each other,” you offered. “Or if it’s too much, we can grab some seriously overpriced snacks and wait for everyone else to go through the rest of the houses.”

“How about we face our fear but if either of us screams at any point in the house, you let me take you on a date?”

“I mean, we’re both afraid of clowns, it’s bound to happen,” you acknowledged.

He smiled at you; a heart-stopping, full-mouthed grin, and clarified, “Exactly.”

As soon as you stepped into the haunted house, only one foot each in the door before anything or anyone had even popped out, you both let out blood-curdling shrieks.

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Seeing Double

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: A ghost who looks a lot like Phantom comes to him in search of protection, and their newest member instantly agrees. He calls her his little sister, and sooner or later, Phantom also might end up with a new brother.

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For the past few weeks, Danielle had been staying in the Cave. After explaining the full story to Red Tornado, some of the details unknown to them for some reason, and he spoke with Batman, their friend’s clone had been given permission to live there. As long as she trained and or some sort of education. This was definitely acceptable to both ghosts. Danielle had started training, and not just with Phantom, and her brother would teach her a thing or two when they weren’t training.

Most of his lessons consisted of scenarios where she’d need to try to patch herself up incase she needed to, which she apparently didn’t know as well as he did. It was interesting how similar ectoplasm was to blood when it came to wounds. She wasn’t allowed on missions, though. That should’ve been obvious, but it actually surprised Danielle. It took a bit of arguing and convincing from Phantom to get her to understand, but she reluctantly stayed behind. She was bitter for a while and took her training a little more seriously after that. Overall, she was a great addition to her friend group.

At the moment, it was around 8:02 PM and Danielle was helping Megan cook dinner. Phantom was doing some kind of assignment on the couch with Conner sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Danielle moved around to catch the items and put them on the counter as Megan used her telekinesis to pull them from the fridge and pantry. Danielle nearly missed grabbing the glass jar of sauce, but caught it and placed it down carefully.”And, that’s all we need!” Megan said. She turned around and smiled seeing the ingredients neatly placed on the island counter.”Thanks for your help, Danielle.” She said.

The young ghost smiled.”No sweat off my back. Now how is this one made?” She asked. She enjoyed watching Megan cook, as odd as the Martian thought it was, and she hadn’t seen her use this recipe yet. Megan took another look at the tablet.

She used her telekinesis to open a cabinet and pulled a medium bowl out of it. She set it on the table as she also got a measuring cup.”We need to stir the ricotta cheese, 1/2 cup parmesan cheese, and eggs in this bowl and then set it aside.” She said. Both her and Danielle started on that first step.

On the couch, it was pleasantly quiet. Both boys left each other to their thoughts. Phantom had a notebook in his lap and a textbook set on the arm of the couch. Both the textbook and his handwriting were in a language that Phantom just settled on calling “ghost speak” since he didn’t know what else to call it due to the actual name of the language being surprisingly difficult to translate to English. Megan took a really wild guess and said that it could be a difference between being dead and being alive that made the translation difficult.

Right now, he was focused on that while Conner took the time to think. He had some conflicted feelings about the situation. On one end, he was happy. He had someone to relate to a little better. He saw that there were actually people who had good relationships with their clones, even taking them under their wing. He was more convinced that there was a chance that if his original saw the way they interacted, he might do the same.

On the other hand, however, he was jealous. Conner didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but it was unfortunately true. He couldn’t even relate to Danielle on a level he wished he could because Phantom didn’t practically ignore her existence for her being his clone. It made him feel a little more alone than before. He also didn’t think that letting Superman meet Danielle was a good idea because Phantom was already mad at him because of what he said last time he was there.

He made the room’s temperature drop by around 20 degrees in a matter of seconds and didn’t take his eyes off the league member until he left. It was probably best to avoid both the argument that would undoubtedly happen between them and what he might say to Danielle if he found out she was also a clone.

“Are you okay?” Phantom spoke up. Conner blinked and turned to him.”Are you okay?” The ghost repeated. Conner nodded. This earned a look of suspicion from Phantom.

Oh. Right. The whole “smelling emotions” thing.

Conner briefly glanced back at the two girls chatting away, sharing stories about their experiences on Earth, then leaned in closer.”Are you going to let her meet Superman?” He asked in a hushed tone. Phantom’s gaze hardened.

He shook his head.”Absolutely not. I’d like to avoid it as much as possible.” He whispered. Conner was a little relieved to hear that. He opened his mouth again to tell him that he’d help him do that, but he was cut off.

“Hey, big bro? What happens if Megan eats ectoplasm?” Danielle called.

Phantom immediately shot up from the couch, knocking both his books and his pencil onto the floor.”No!!!” He instinctively shouted. He quickly flew over to Danielle and Megan to see if he needed to snatch anything from them. Megan laughed at him as he checked the counter. Conner couldn’t resist a small smile, either. It was pretty funny.

Danielle also laughed at him as Phantom realized there wasn’t any in the food or in their possession. He crossed his arms.”Ha, ha, very funny.” He said, obviously unimpressed. Danielle calmed down enough to speak.

“I know it’s funny! I wouldn’t actually give her ectoplasm.” She said. Phantom gave her a pretty disapproving look, but her smile didn’t falter.”I just wanted to annoy you.” She said. Phantom’s eyes widened and seemed more irritated than before. Danielle did her best not to laugh at him.

“You have five seconds to start running.” He said. The younger ghost quickly fled the room and Phantom waited, counting down from five out loud. Once he reached one, he went invisible and vanished from Megan’s and Conner’s sight.

Soon enough, they’d hear the pleading screams of a younger sibling being mercilessly chased by their older brother.

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*~Toddler Chronicles- Troublesome Threes~*

A/N: I've been wanting to write this series for MONTHS. but if Im gonna do this, I'm gonna do it in ORDER no matter how much I wanna do certain ones more than others. I hope you guys enjoy the starter for this series! It's gonna be LONG. Word Count: 5K Pairings: Alluded to Vil/Rook Warnings: Children, Me trying to type out a country accent lord help me...

Starter, Pt 1

“I don't think this is a good idea…”

A cloaked group of Night Raven students stood around a cauldron, the only light in the room coming from the bubbling liquid and the moonlight shining through the windows. They all wore masks to hide their identities from the nosey paintings lining the walls.

One of the figures scoffed, their accented voice coming out mockingly as they continued to stir the potion and whispered, “Oh, don't get cold feet now. This whole thing was your idea anyway…”

“I said we should think something up to knock those guys down a peg! Not brew a-”

“Shhhhhh.” Another figure quickly silenced him, turning to look at one of the eavesdropping portraits before addressing the group with a gruff whisper, “We agreed on not saying anything too damning while doing this! Those portraits would sell us out the second anyone asked them if they saw anything…Let’s just finish the damn potion so we can get on with this plan…”

The accented figure nods, reaching over and grabbing a jar to pour the contents into the cauldron.

Another figure reads the jar, tilting their head, “Wait… ‘Powdered Moon Petals’? Didn't the recipe call for ‘Powdered Moon Crystals’? Why are we deviating?”

“Are you insane?” The figure pauses in his stirring to flick at the other in annoyance, “Crewel keeps stuff like that under such heavy lock and key he'd have us expelled for even looking at the cabinet out of class hours. Moon petals are weaker but still have the same effect as moon crystals…” The figure looks at the potion, then adds another generous pour from the jar, “We just need to mix in a bit more than written…”

As the figure stops pouring, the potion gives a flash of light, slipping into an eerily calm shade of blue before fully turning translucent. The group all looked into the cauldron before sharing a smile.

“Now we just need to find a way to slip it to them.”

The nervous figure hummed, bringing his hand to his mouth in thought, “I think…I know the perfect way to do it…”

The sound of a gavel hitting a desk echoed in the semi-empty classroom, Vil sitting at the grand desk in front, “I call this meeting of ‘Juniors Against Freshmen’ to order.”

Cater calls out from his seat, smiling playfully as he raises his hand, “Vil~. I still think we should call ourselves ‘Judicious Juniors’-”

“We aren’t calling ourselves that.”

“Oh, come on.” Cater pouts, “The firsties get their cute little group of Freshest Firsties. We should have a cool group name, too.”

Trey chuckled a bit, raising an eyebrow, “You know this is a support group and not a club right?”

Rook hummed, looking to the side at the small gathering of party platters and large juice dispenser on a lone row of desks, “Are you sure, mon Chevalier des Roses? Though, maybe you are correct and this is more of a party between scorned mentors…”

Idia scoffed, tapping at his phone and tilting it slightly to allow Lilia to watch his game, “I'm not sitting in here for another four hours complaining about our freshmen without any kind of rations. Being around you guys is already like running a dungeon without healing items…”

Lilia perks up, giggling as Idia fails to dodge an attack, “So stimulating and fun?”

Leona sighs, lazily picking at his plate of various slices of meat from the platters, “More like aggravating and torturous…”

Vil bangs the gavel again, rolling his eyes, “Back on subject, please. Idia, you requested to be the first to speak tonight; what was your grievance?”

Sighing, Idia passed his phone to Lilia to continue his dungeon run, “Who's representing Yuu this meeting?” Seeing Malleus and Rook raise their hands, he nearly sat back down, “Oh, of course…Ah! Nope, I'm doing it. I move to add another crime to Yuu's file.”

“Noted. Please state the crime.”

“I want to add on the crime of Yuu teaching my brother the phrasing of ‘Deez Nuts’. I recommend we place another life sentence.”

Malleus frowns, ignoring Lilia's snort beside him and raising his hand, “I object! We have no evidence that my beloved is the one to teach your brother such a phrase.”

Vil raised an eyebrow, leaning his jaw against the back of his hand, “Who else would teach Ortho?”

Gesturing to his side, Malleus deadpans, “Lilia for one.”

Lilia fumbled Idia’s phone as he stammered, managing to just barely flip the device into a still-standing Idia’s hands, “Slander! I regret to inform this court that I do not speak to the Shroud youngling one-on-one often. Our cuteness would simply be too much.” He turns to Malleus, nose wrinkled as he raises an eyebrow in question, “Do you even know what ‘Deez Nuts’ means Malleus?”

“...” Malleus nearly copies Lilia's expression, turning his nose up at the older fae and looking away from him, “I do not. But it sounds eerily similar to something you would say.”

Lilia pouts toward Vil, crossing his arms, “I did no such thing…” He hums, casting a side eye to Cater across the room and raising a hand to tap against his lips, “Ace on the other hand…”

Cater perks up from his texting, slamming a fist onto the desk and yelling over to Lilia, “Why do you always bring up Ace’s crimes when I'm defending him!? Why not when Trey’s his third-year parent!?”

Trey hummed, sitting calm and relaxed knowing he'd have a smooth meeting acting as Deuce’s defendant, “He would though…”

“Trey, Ace is our baby. We have to protect his name!”

“This is your weekend; sorry.”

Cater groaned, rolling his eyes before standing up and pointing to Leona on the other side of Trey, “What about Jack, huh!?”

Leona stopped picking at his fangs with a claw, sucking on his teeth before he raised an eyebrow in question to Cater, “What about Jack?”

Vil spoke up, resting his chin on his elegantly folded hands, “Yes. Do tell, Cater. What about Jack?”

“...” Cater quickly turned back to Lilia, pointing to him instead of trying to place the blame on Jack, “What about Sebek!?”

Lilia and Malleus both gasped, Lilia placing a hand over his mouth and Malleus's fanned over his chest while the older fae said, “Sebek would never.”

“W-well!” Cater sputtered, frustrated at the turn of events before rounding on Vil, “What about Epel!?”

Vil instantly opened his mouth, a finger held up to properly chastise Cater but he sat frozen. He closed his mouth, a pinched expression on his face as he put his finger down and looked to the side. After a moment, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “He…wouldn't…he…knows better…”

Rook cooed from his seat, raising an eyebrow, “Oh…mon roi. Did that hurt to say?”

“Moving on.”

Idia stammered, raising his hands, “I would like a verdict on my case, please!? Ortho is aggressively good at setting me up, I'm getting really sick of it!”

Vil rolled his eyes and gestured to Rook, “We will choose after a small break. Rook, please bring me something from the vegetable platter and a drink.”

“Oui!”

Though mildly by force, the group of juniors decided to take a break. While only a few of them grabbed food, they all grabbed a cup of juice. Nearly in sync, they all take a drink.

…

Leona looked into his cup, squinting his eyes in offense at the liquid, “Who was in charge of the punch?”

Malleus pouted, looking into his own cup in confusion, “I was…”

Rolling his eyes, Leona slid his cup away from him, “Oh, that fucking explains it.”

Trey was quick, grabbing Leona's cup before it spilled onto the classroom floor. Standing up he took both his and Leona's cups to the trash, “Don't start a fight. I'm sure Malleus tried very hard…”

The fae in question turned his sour expression toward Lilia. When Lilia said nothing, merely continuing to drink his juice with a smile, Malleus breathed out a small fireball at Lilia's face.

“Ack! My bangs!” Lilia finally pouted at Malleus, expression confused, “Why are you fussing? The juice tastes fine!”

Cater passes his own cup to Rook as the blonde also collects Vil's unfinished drink, “Lilia, it has the aftertaste of dishwater…”

“...” Lilia took another sip of the juice, smacking his lips as he fully concentrated on the flavor, “...Well, that's not dishwater, I can say that with utmost certainty.” he looked into his half-empty cup, “What is that…?”

Leona coughed slightly, still trying to dislodge the taste from his mouth, “The taste of Draconia fucking up…”

“I will have you know I collaborated with the Asim child on what would be a delightful mix for our meeting.”

“Oh, so we need to sentence Kalim to death alongside you then?”

Idia groaned, digging through his pockets for an emergency piece of hard candy, “Maybe it was…like a ‘phantom flavor’, or something?” He cheers under his breath, quickly unwrapping the candy and shoving it into his mouth.

Vil finishes wiping his tongue on a napkin, “Explain.”

“Oh Seven, um? Yuu told Ortho about it and he's been researching it for a while. It’s the idea that you can load something up with so many flavors you just…make a new flavor that you can't place…not sure how concrete it is, but that's my best guess…”

Malleus hums, glaring into his cup before letting Rook take it to the trash also, “Asim did bring a large variety of syrups and sprites…”

Cater hummed, “Yeah…I love Kalim but I'm not so sure about putting him in charge of drinks…Jamil handles the food for their parties for a reason…” 

Trey smiled, giving Malleus a thumbs up, “But other than the aftertaste, it was really enjoyable, Malleus.”

“I can see your attempts to pacify me, Clover. I shall accept your pity only this once.”

“Okay?”

Vil sighs, banging his gavel on the desk, “Moving on-”

“Um!?” Idia waved a hand around, his hair barely flickering red, “The verdict of my issue, please!?”

“Oh. Right. We sentence Ace to death-”

Cater sputters, looking around the room before tilting his head at Vil, “AGAIN!?”

The meeting continued as normal, though no one could get the phantom taste of the punch free from their mouths, the third years parted ways at the end of the night.

Epel groaned, stomping down the halls of Pomefiore in the early morning. Vil had yet to make an appearance in the dining hall to the rest of the dorm. The house warden made it a habit to always give a morning announcement on the weekend like clockwork, only for neither Vil nor Rook to show up at the normal time.

If he had the choice, Epel wouldn't have even bothered seeing where they were, opting instead to just get his weekend started and hang out with his friends. Sadly, the other third-years had been concerned enough to basically bully him into checking up on their dorm head and vice. ‘You're their favorite, after all…’

Clicking his tongue, Epel ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “Even if ah was their favorite, ah don’ wanna see whatever they're doin’ together...”

He couldn’t fight the unease that welled inside him as he came up to Vil's door, seeing it cracked open but still dark inside. Vil never left his door cracked to sleep…Epel quickly jogged to the room, swinging open the door only to growl in anger at the scene.

The room was dark because the curtains were still drawn and Vil's bed wasn't made, the covers thrown off and half dragged onto the floor as though Vil had crawled out of them. What was pissing him off the most though was the fact Vil's silk pajama pants were also laying on the floor.

He slammed the door closed, making a beeline for Rook's room thinking of nowhere else for them to be, “Ah swear ta the SEVEN. If those two are late because they rolled too hard in the hay-AY! 

Epel banged his fist against Rook's closed door, hearing nothing but silence he started to pound both fists against the door and yell. Hopefully, they had woken up and at least tried to put clothing on, “You two shits better be DRESSED or Ah’m gonna-...”

He had swung the door open, expecting to find a scene of a flustered Vil trying to put himself together and an all too proud Rook sitting in the bed. Instead, he looked at the image of two toddlers on Rook's bed. A bold gold blonde with a messy haircut and green eyes stood on the bedspread, a hand reaching out to the bow and arrow placed on a wall display. Behind him was a second blonde child, large purple eyes peeking past the second child in fear. The longer he looked the more familiar the children appeared.

Epel closed the door, staring into the open air of the hall as he tried to let his brain catch back up. That…that couldn't be…

Taking a deep breath, Epel calmed himself before opening the door again, “Um-AH!” He slams the door back closed, backing away just in time as an arrowhead pierces just slightly through the door.

The look was brief, but the children were clearly Rook and Vil. The fact Rook had quickly gathered a bow in the few seconds Epel had closed the door only cemented the fact. His juniors…were toddlers…why were they toddlers? What was he supposed to do with two potentially homicidal toddlers!?

He grabbed his phone from his pocket, gently knocking on the door and calling out softly, “Ah…Ah'm sorry if ah scared y'all. Ah'm gonna go get ya some grub and clothes that'll fit, okay?”

After a beat of silence, a tiny voice spoke, “I don't want to eat bugs…”

“...” Epel pinched the bridge of his nose. That…had to be Vil, “Grub is food. Ah'm gettin’ ya food…”

“...Oh. Okay. I want fruit and toast, please, thank you…Rook says he wants eggs and bell peppers.”

“Shakshuka!”

“Got it! You two youngings just hang tight, okay?” What the fuck was a Shakshuka?

He didn't have time to worry, dialing Ace’s number and running back to the Pomefiore dining hall to alert his still-grown juniors. He needed all the help he could get.

Epel spoke over the phone, “Ah need ya to get Trey and come to Pomefiore. ASAP.”

Biting into his poptart, Ace responded with a full mouth as he leisurely walked through the halls of Heartlabyul, “For why?”

“Can ya please just not be a fucking bastard fur 5 seconds-”

“Maybe, what's wrong? It's like 8am?”

“...” Epel sighed, the visual of him pinching the bridge of his nose clear in Ace’s mind, “...They're…They're toddlers-”

“I'm sorry. Who’s, what?”

Ace listened to Epel's rant over the phone, claiming both Vil and Rook had somehow turned into toddlers. They didn't seem to have any recollection of who anyone was or how they got into NRC, leaving the dorm in a weakened, panicked state. Through the chaos, missing both their dorm head and vice, various students stepped forward claiming they were the proper ones to take over until this curse was dealt with.

In the moments of strife, Epel had been given the title of babysitter. ‘Since he was the Favorite’.

“How the fuck do you…become a toddler?”

“Ah. Don't. KNOW. Just get Clover over hur to HELP. The third-years are fighting over who gets to wear Vil's crown while he's like this, and everyone else is freaking out like we're about to be under siege any second now. Ah just need an actual component Junior who isn't trying to usurp Vil while he's a defenseless fucking infant right now…”

Ace muttered under his breath but agreed, changing course to go up the stairs to the third-year’s room. Over the line he could hear Epel directing the other Pomefiore students what Vil and Rook had asked for breakfast and if anyone had clothing that could fit children or how to make them fit. Knocking against Trey’s door, Ace realized that he hadn't heard from the third-year yet today either. Normally, Trey would have been up already and making some basic breakfast pastry for the dorm to nibble on until that day's scheduled tea time.

“Trey? You in there man? Something happened in Pomefiore and Epel needs you there like, now…” his brows furrowed at not receiving an answer after another knock, turning the knob to open the door, “Trey? Yo, Trey-...”

In the full-sized canopy bed was Trey, only much smaller and seemingly struggling to place his now too-large glasses on his face. Tiny hands trapped in the sleeves of his button-up sleep shirt.

“...” Ace closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before pulling the phone from his ear and speaking to the toddler in the bed, “Give me a second buddy, I'll come back and help you in a hot minute.”

Large topaz eyes blinked in surprise, Trey held his frames over an eye and closed the other tightly to see Ace clearly, “Who are you?”

“Be back in a minute.” Ace closed the door, putting the phone back to his ear, “ Hey, Epel? Um…we also got a fucking situation over here.”

“What!?”

Ace saw Deuce walking up the stairs, the spade soldier barely getting a greeting out before Ace pointed over his shoulder to the other third-year rooms, “Go check on, Cater. I'm…I got a bad feeling.”

“A bad feeling about what-”

“Just go check, I gotta talk to Riddle!” Ace rushed past Deuce, giving the other first-year no time to question or properly reject his command. 

Deuce sighed but decided to wait on taking his shower after checking on his senpai. Maybe he should have followed Jack's example and stayed at Ramshackle after their morning run…

Ace really didn't mean to slam the door open, but hearing it bash against the side table against the wall only made him pause briefly before addressing Riddle, “Hey, house warden, something happened…”

Riddle didn't look up from his paperwork, sighing and clicking his pen back into an active magic state, poised to fire his collaring spell at Ace, “Someone had better be gravely injured if you're slamming my office door open without even knocking…”

“...” Ace looked to the side, quietly contemplating before looking back to Riddle, “Define injured.”

“Ace-” a jaunty tune started to play from Riddle's phone, making the second-year sigh and hold up a finger, “One moment, Deuce is calling me.”

Ace watches as Riddle answers his phone, both of them jumping in surprise hearing the piercing cries of a child through the receiver. Epel spoke frantically, asking what was going on as Ace shushed him over the phone.

Riddle quickly puts the phone on speaker, calling out in concern, “Deuce!? What's happening, is that a child in the background!?”

“Rosehearts-senpai, help! Cater’s, like, a little kid!?”

The crying voice on the other side calls out, “Go away! You weird guy! I don't know you!”

“Is Ace there!? I need help, he's trying to run out of the room and he kicks surprisingly hard!”

“You SMELL!”

Ace pointed at the phone, catching Riddle's bewildered expression, “Yeah, that…that's what happened to Trey…”

“...”

“So, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Trey Clover, and Cater Diamond have all turned into young children and retain no memory from their appropriate ages?”

“None, seemingly. We've managed to get Cater to calm down by giving him his phone though. I also casted a resize charm on Trey’s glasses but I would still appreciate if Idia could produce a proper pair after a brief eye exam.”

Ortho nods at Riddle's report, floating down the halls of Ignihyde to reach his brother's room. The house warden had called him since Idia wasn't picking up his phone, so he had to contact the next best person. Idia was possibly still asleep since he gamed much later than normal last night.

“Do you have any information on the Pomefiore third-years?”

“Epel has stated they're both fairly calm after the initial surprise. As far as I know, they’re being fed and clothing is being gathered.”

Ortho reaches his brother's door, “That's good. I will contact our dorm advisor to let him know of the current situation. You should focus on attending to your afflicted dorm members while Nii-san and I work with the teachers to reverse this.”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Ortho. I will keep you posted- Ace put Trey down! You're upsetting him! I must go, keep me informed, please.”

“Will do, Riddle Rosehearts! Farewell for now!” Ortho taps his ear, ending the call. Turning to the door he knocks, “Nii-san! It’s me, please open the door!” hearing no reply, Ortho pressed in his override code to open the door himself and turned the lights on in the process, “Nii-San, we need to-...”

His brother’s room was messy as it always was. But laying on the bed, swimming in his now truly oversized hoodie, was a very small version of his brother sleeping. He was starfished on the duvet, one hand managing to escape the large amount of fabric to suck on his thumb contently.

“...Idia?”

The child whimpered, brows furrowing before he rolled over and snuggled deeper into his pillow, “Five more minutes, mama…”

“...” Ortho turned the light back off, “Five more minutes…” he barely registered the sleepy ‘thank you’ before he was closing the door back, pressing in another code to lock it from all access other than his own. He tapped his ear, redialing Riddle. Once the house warden answered, Ortho spoke, “Something happened…”

Yuu and Jack stood in the Ramshackle kitchen, both leaning over the island and looking at each other in silence.

Stirring their cup of now lukewarm latte, Yuu pondered for a moment before pointing at Jack with a raised brow, “Hollandaise?”

Jack shrugged, shaking his head in disbelief, “Of course I’ve had hollandaise. Everyone’s had hollandaise!”

“I have never had fucking hollandaise; that shit was so far out of my tax bracket.”

“Hollandaise is just a fancy word for mayo.”

Yuu snorted, “I’ve been around Trey and Vil way too much to know for a fucking fact, hollandaise and mayo are different.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack huffed and took a sip of his own cup of coffee. He waves at Yuu, “Give me another one…”

“...” Yuu hums, tracing the edge of their cup before pointing at Jack again, “Charcucci?”

“...” Jack sneered, eyes glaring at Yuu’s all too pleased smile, “Charcuterie?”

“You aren’t beating my allegations on you being a snobby rich kid, Jack.”

“Actually knowing what things are called doesn’t make me a snobby rich kid.”

Yuu sips their latte, looking to the side and mumbles into the cup, “No, but skiing in the Shaft Alps every winter does…”

“Shut-” Jack’s ears flick as his phone starts to buzz. He quickly pulls it out, seeing who was calling before answering the phone on speaker, “Ortho?”

Yuu perks up, smiling and calling out, “Morning Ortho!”

“Good morning Prefect Yuu! And good morning to you, Jack Howl. I have an urgent request for you.”

Jack’s expression turns concerned, “What is it?”

“I need you to contact Ruggie Bucchi. I’m still unable to figure out how it happened, but select members of the junior class have been turned into what I estimate to be four-year-olds.”

“...” Jack blinked, looking to Yuu to make sure they heard the same thing as he did, “Why…do you need Ruggie-Senpai for that?”

“Well…I actually need to reach Leona Kingscholar, but his phone seems to be out of service…”

Yuu hums, looking around the kitchen for their own phone to make a few calls, “Yeah he does that when he sleeps, so his phone doesn't even think about ringing.”

“So I tried to call Ruggie Bucchi, but his phone isn't allowing my calls either!”

“Yeah, Ruggie blocked most of our numbers. He says ‘We know what we did’...” Yuu pulls a face at their phone, seeing their call to Lilia had gone to voicemail.

Jack sighed, “I'll call Ruggie-Senpai. Is…everyone okay? Who was turned?”

Ortho sighed from his side of the line, a beeping starting to sound in the background, “My brother for one, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit-”

“Vil!?”

Yuu cooed, sending one-word texts one after the other to Lilia, hoping the constant vibrating would alert the fae his phone demanded his attention, “Aw~. We should tell him his dad sold him to the school.”

“Fucking why- Ortho, I'll call Ruggie-Senpai and keep you posted.”

The beeping in the background suddenly grew to a blaring alert, though Ortho's voice remained chipper, “Thank you, Jack Howl! I must go now. I believe my brother has awakened and is attempting to hack the system in an effort to leave his room. Farewell for now!”

Once the line cut, Jack sighed and started to dial Ruggie. Noticing Yuu also on their phone he raised an eyebrow, “Who are you calling?”

Yuu was growing increasingly frustrated, Lilia wasn't answering his phone and their chain of texts clearly wasn't getting his attention. They'd try to call Malleus, but the horned fae barely remembered owning a phone, much less actually charging it properly; so it was more than likely dead in his side table drawer again.

“I'm trying to get in touch with Lilia since when Leona inevitably says ‘Fuck them kids’ we can get Malleus to help instead.”

“...Fair plan.” The phone finally stops ringing, Ruggie’s annoyed voice coming through the speaker, “Ruggie-Senpai! There's a strange occurrence happening among the third-years. Some of them have been turned into 4-year-olds and Ortho is asking for Leona's help.”

“...” Ruggie starts laughing, hiccuped cackling and choked snorts before he speaks, “Damn! You gotta be desperate if you guys are asking Leona to help with a bunch of kids. Who got turned?”

Jack sighs but feels mildly better hearing Ruggie moving on the other side of the line, “As far as I know Idia-Senpai, Trey-Senpai, Cater-Senpai, Rook-Senpai, and Vil-Senpai…That's all Ortho said.”

Yuu and Jack wait in silence, Ruggie going quiet over the line but starts muttering under his breath. Neither of them heard much past Ruggie repeating the names, double checking the date and noting how 'They had a meeting last night'. The two first years look at each other before Jack calls out, “Ruggie-Senpai? Is everything okay?”

The two freshmen wait with bated breath, listening to Ruggie suddenly swear and the sound of him running. A door is slammed open and Ruggie swears again, only louder, “Ruggie-Senpai!?”

“He's not FUCKING HERE! FUCK-”

The call cuts out, leaving Yuu and Jack in silence past the dial tone.

Yuu perks up, someone finally picking up their call, “Sebek? Yeah, hey, shut up. Yes, I did change my contact name on your phone to Malleus, that's not the important part right now. I need you…to check up on Lilia and Malleus; I think something…happened to them…”

Silver and Sebek walked briskly down the hall toward Malleus’s room. Lilia's had been empty, yet full of uncharacteristic traits. His computer seemed to have been on all night, the death screen of his game displayed over the monitor. The bed was empty, so he hadn't fallen asleep suddenly either. Sebek had suggested that Lilia went to check on Malleus in the night, falling asleep in his room instead.

Silver hummed, “Still, he didn't even pause his game…I'm just concerned…”

Scoffing, Sebek rolled his eyes, “There is nothing to worry yourself over! Lilia-Sama and Waka-Sama are the strongest mages on campus; there's nothing that could waver their-”

The sound of a piercing scream echoed in the hall, the voice painfully young and terrified as it trailed off into sobs.

The two guards sprinted, slamming the door open and blanking only for a moment at the scene before them.

Halfway up one of the banisters of the canopy bed was a horned child, a chubby black-scaled tail barely poking out from the bottom of a far too large sleep shirt. He cried and struggled to pull himself higher from the black mass of a hissing and jumping creature below him.

Their brief moment of hesitation faded and Sebek sprung forward to sweep who he could only conclude to be a de-aged Malleus away from the danger of the unknown beast. Silver quickly drew his wand in its sword form, trying to cast a stunning spell on the now skittering mass.

Sebek manages to pull the crying child into his arms, standing on the bed and looking him over, “Waka-Sama! Have you been harmed!?”

Malleus wailed, rubbing his eyes in an effort to clear his tears, “Baul! I woke up and this monster was here! I want grandmother!”

Oh, that was…Sebek wasn't sure if he was prepared for this. He looked over to Silver, hoping his sophomore had some insight into how to calm their liege.

Instead, he got to watch the second-year bob and weave around the bedroom, caught in a dance with the unknown creature as it continued to dodge his spells and new efforts to simply grab it. Luckily, the beast made a break for the window. Unable to properly launch itself out due to its size, it struggled on the ledge long enough for Silver to grab it by its small pale legs.

Silver held the still hissing creature upside down by the legs, the long hair falling away to reveal a hissing naked child with bright red eyes and tiny fangs.

“...” Sebek looked away, covering a sniffling Malleus's eyes, “Is that-”

“Oh lord, this is my father.” Silver tried to gently place the seemingly feral child on the ottoman, only to have Lilia grip onto his wrist and pull himself up to bite into Silver's arm, “Ow? OW, OW!”

Sebek watched in mild horror as Lilia's child form started to bite at any exposed skin on Silver, tiny fang marks left behind to slowly bleed as the sophomore struggled to restrain the child.

He feels a tug at his collar, looking in his arms at the sniffling fae princeling.

Malleus looked around the room with a cautious eye, seeming to realize this was not his bedroom in the castle, “Baul…where are we? Where's Lilia?”

“...” Sebek quickly pulled his phone out, heartbreakingly ignoring his liege’s tearful questions and redialing Yuu.

“Yo, Sebek, you called back quick. Can Malleus and Lilia help-”

“SOMETHING HAPPENED!”

[claimedcrossbows]

Served! Sanji x Fem!reader Pt. 2

Slight anime spoilers/foreshadowing.

THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! <3

Your anxiety was at a full ten as all you could do was listen to pots banging and clattering and Sanji yelling at his makeshift team of chef’s that consisted of a green haired sword fighter, a liar, and a rubber man who wanted to eat everything he saw.

You almost got up from your bed when you heard what sounded a awful lot like a fire extinguisher.

“Oh my God i’m doomed.” You mumbled still clutching your stomach.

You sighed looking over at the orange haired woman occupying your sisters bed and wondered how this woman had managed to make it this far with a crew full of idiots.

If she survived she definitely had your full sympathy.

You sighed looking back over your recipe book that contained numerous healing recipes that you had mastered over the years.

From the looks of the woman it seems she has been bitten by some type of insect, probably from a warm island climate if you had to take a guess.

You skimmed through your book trying to see what recipe would best suit the woman.

Your thoughts were however interrupted by a knock on your door.

You slowly got up and answered the door surprised to see Sanji standing before you.

“How’s Nami?” He immediately asked, looking slightly past you into your room to see his friend still unconscious.

“She’ll get better when I start on the recipe I need to heal her, I already have a few in mind, but that’s not going to happen anyway unless you serve a meal worthy of a outstanding letter of recommendation from the food critic.” You said crossing your arms.

He nods, “That’s why I came up here, come down stairs for a food test.” He said.

You nod your stomach still doing sommersaults but you’d brave anything to make sure your got a good review tonight. So you followed Sanji down stairs and nearly fell out when you saw the state of your kitchen.

It looked like a sea beast had torn apart your kitchen.

“Sweet Jesus…” You said.

“I promise I will clean it thoroughly.” Sanji quickly intercepts seeing you look like you were about to collapse from the sheer shock. “LUFFY I TOLD YOU TO STOP STANDING ON THE TABLES!” Sanji yelled kicking him off.

“Owwww Sanjiii!! I was trying to reach the pots!!” Luffy groaned.

“I Put you on untensil cleaning what could you possibly need a pot for!?” Sanji angrily yelled.

“TO BOIL THE CRAB DUH!” Luffy yelled back.

“WHY ISN’T THE CRAB BOILED!?” Sanji seethed.

“BECAUSE USOPP DIDN’T WANNA TOUCH IT!!” Luffy yells pointing at Usopp.

“IT PINCHED MY NOSE!” Usopp exclaimed.

“I’m lost..” Zoro says holding up two spoons one which was the soup spoon and the other the tea spoon.

“WHEN ARE YOU NOT!?” Sanji hissed throwing a ladle at the mans head.

“WATCH IT CASANOVA!” Zoro seethed.

Sanji sighed turning to you, “Come this way Y/N.” He said directing you out to the dining hall that to your surprise had been miraculously fixed up and in front of you were the main courses and appetizers for the night.

“These are the samples that your sister helped me make, she’s currently looking for some more seasonings for the seafood gumbo.” He paused then continued, “She’s a really fantastic cook, i’m sure she learned from you.” Sanji said giving you a more pollite smile than the flirtatious ones he used earlier.

All you gave was a nod as you began trying some of the lobster mac and jambalaya.

You watched Sanji stare at you with the upmost confidence in his dishes as you chewed and swallowed the rest making sure to have a complete poker face all throughout.

Your little sister enters the room and sees you testing the food.

“Y/N how is it!? I made sure he followed your recipe’s to the highest degree!” She boasted.

You put your fork down and stared at both of them, “The jambalaya could definitely use more kick, the lobster mac a bit more salt, and i’m assuming you prepared the alligator?” You said looking at your little sister.

You take the entire platter of alligator and basically shove it at her.

“Y-yes!” She said shakily.

“It’s too tough, 86 it, and do it over again.” You said flatly.

“R-right!” She said taking the platter and immediately running off her face heavily dissapointed.

You look back over at Sanji who to your surprise had sat down pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and was already mid smoke watching you and your sister interact.

“Ooh your tough, reminds me of Zeff.” He notes blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Who told you you could smoke in my restaurant?” You said plucking the cigarette out of his hand.

He smiles, “My apologies.” He says. “So back to the cutting board?” He asks.

“No. Yours was actually good it can go out.” You said then added, “Guess Zeff instilled some sense in you when it comes to cooking.” You noted.

Sanji laughs, “I can out cook him on my worst day.”

“Hmm, add some more seasonings to those dishes and they’ll be set.” You said. “Just no oregano okay?” You stressed.

Sanji paused and stared at you with a awe struck look followed by a bright smile that nearly blinded you, “I think I just fell for you harder.” He said breathlessly.

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.” You say flatly.

“Then maybe I should walk in again?” He offered a flirty smile gracing his lips once again.

“You are really making me sick.” You sighed feeling the nausea creep back upon you.

“Love sick?” He raised a brow.

“No. Just sick, sick.” You plainly say as his smitten look remained on his face.

You shoot the cook a puzzled look and shake your head, “Okay lover boy, dinners in a few, i’m going back upstairs to look through my healing recipes.” You say turning to leave before the love cook could utter another word.

Before you went upstairs you could hear Luffy screaming, “SANJIII ONE OF THE CRABS ESCAPED!!”

“HOW!?” You could hear sanji angrily yell back.

“IT’S NOT OUR FAULT IT HAD A KNIFE!” Usopp could be heard squealing.

“ZORO FIGHT IT!” Luffy could be heard yelling.

Next thing you heard was “THREE SWORD STYLE!!” Followed be a whole lot of ruckus.

It would be a miracle if you pulled this dinner service off you thought.

-

It was dinner time and you had succesfully managed to find a recipe you think would work on the bedridden woman now it was just time for Sanji to uphold his end of the deal you. Your stomach was still in knots but you managed to dress yourself up for the dinner service and walk yourself down the stairs to a restaurant full of customers some seated, some waiting to be seated.

Your sister along with Zoro and Usopp seemed to be waiting tables, you laughed just a bit when your sister had to instruct Zoro more than several times where the empty tables were for people to be seated.

Your sight suddenly caught a man to the far right back corner of the restaurant by himself and every chef’s insight when it came to food critics kicked in and you knew this must be the food critic.

You nearly threw up again this time anxiety induced as you quickly ran towards the kitchen and screamed for Sanji.

“Sanji!” You yell out of breath by the time you entered the kitchen.

“Mon cheri is everything okay?” He asks setting the frosting down since he was in the middle of decorating desserts.

“The-The Critic is out there far right back corner table.” You stressed. “ I cannot meet him in the state i’m in.” You explain.

“You look stunning though.” He said admiring your outfit.

“If sweaty, pale, and exasperated is stunning I must be frickin gorgeous then, Sanji go out there and talk to them!” You say grabbing the man by the tie and dragging him towards the door but not before the door opened and your sister stood their smiling.

“I met the food critic!!” She boasted.

Your blood ran cold immediately.

“You what?” You asked.

“I met the food critic!” She repeated, “And guess what since we were running out of appetizers due to the crawfish shipment being delayed I offered him some of the shrimp skewers I made left over from last night, they were such a big hit I thought he’d like them!” She excitedly said.

“There were leftovers…I thought we ate them all-”

“Well yeah but I saved a plate for myself for later, it’s a good thing I didn’t eat them though.” She smiled excitedly.

Your heart rate was in over drive and you had never ran so fast in your entire life.

“Don’t eat that shrimp skewer!!” You yell in a room full of crowded people who all pause and look at you appauled.

Your eyes meet the food critic and his empty appetizer plate and you nearly collapse right there.

Your sister hurries behind you followed by Sanji who looked just as lost as everyone else in the room.

You watch the food critic approach you and you swear the world is spinning at this point.

“Are you the owner of this establishment?” The critic says their eyes boring into you with peak interest.

You couldn’t read his face which only heightened your panic, “Y-yes sir..” You stutter.

“Well Ms, I suggest your get some new wait staff, that gentleman over there ate my appetizer before I could even take a bite!” He angrily says.

Your eyes widen in confusion until the critic points to the back of the restaurant where you could see Luffy laying flat on his back on a table surrounded by gobbled up scraps from desserted plates.

“LUFFY!” Sanji yells.

“Uhhgggg I don’t feel so well.” He groans.

“Ah..I apologize sir, please allow us to get you another appetizer and perhaps a bottle of our fancy wine?” You offer.

The critic contemplates for a minute and then nods, you sigh and relief and Sanji quickly goes to serve the critic his food.

You let out a sigh of relief as your sister still looks at you puzzled by everything that had just occured.

You say nothing as you walk back upstairs suddenly needing to lie down.

-

The dinner service ended and you were too scared to go back downstairs to see what had happened. It wasn’t until you heard a knock on your door that you got up and answered it. There stood Sanji still wearing his suit and famous smile.

“Come downstairs?” He asked.

You nodded following him downstairs as he lead you past the dining room, past the kitchen, and outside at the back of the restaurant where a nice deck stood over looking the ocean.

“So you found the deck huh?” You quipped as you saw a table and two chairs set up that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s peaceful back here.” He noted.

“It is.” You agree sitting down noticing a lidded tray in the middle of the table.

You shoot him a bewildered look and he just smiles unveiling the plate just like he would any other customer.

There in front of you on a plate layed a single letter, and a drink.

“The drink is a pear ginger smoothie to help settle your stomach, and the letter is from the critic, bon appetite.” He says smiling warmly as he sits across from you.

You give him a short smile and sip the smoothie actually surprised with just how good it is.

“It’s not a healing recipe, but it should still help ease the nausea” He says.

“Thank you.” You say as you focus your attention back onto the letter, “Did you read it?” You ask.

“It’s your restaurant Mi’lady.” He says, “You should do the honors.” He says.

You nod as you pick up the letter and take a deep breath before reading it.

As you read you could feel Sanji’s eyes locked onto you and you weren’t sure if it was due to anticipation or something else as you could feel his inquistive eyes never leave you.

You set the letter down and look at him.

“Well East Blue Boy, you did it!” You smiled watching a wide smile spread upon his face.

“Great review?” He asked happily.

“4 out of 5 stars, mostly because of the poor wait staff-”

“I Apologize for Luffy.” Sanji immediately cuts in.

“Actually I think he saved me.” You sigh putting the letter down as sitting further back in your chair.

“Yeah what was that about earlier?” He asks shooting you that same questioning look as he reached in his pants pocket and pulled out a lighter and another cigarette.

“Geez what are you a chimney?” You quip.

“I’m assuming it’s okay now that we’re outside?” He asks before he lights.

“Eh it’s your lungs.” You shrug.

He gently laughs, “You trying to stall?” He asks.

You sigh frowning a bit, “I know what caused me and my entire staff to contract food poisoning.” You admit.

“Yeah I was wondering about that, how does a chef as talented as you get food poisoning?” He asks.

“It wasn’t me..” You admit. “It was my sisters shrimp skewers.” You explain.

“Wait-the ones she gave the critic!?” Sanji eyes widen. ”Those very ones.” You nod, “Thank God Luffy ate them before he did, ohh wait he’s okay right?” You ask kind of worried about the bouncy kid.

“Luffy’s immune to most poisons, he’s fine just a mild stomach ache I gave him one of the ginger smoothies as well.” Sanji says.

“That’s good.” You say tiredly.

“Your sister though? She’s so talented?” Sanji asks.

You shake your head, “She’s amazing, she’ll probably be better than me at some point..but she’s young, passionate and quite forgetful, always so quick to move from one thing to the other, like leaving those shrimp skewers out for hours and only fridgerating it after it had been out most of the day.” You sigh.

“Ah..so that’s how it happened.” Sanji sort of chuckles. “Zeff would’ve had my head if i had let something like that happen, but you made her my sous chef?” He wonders.

“She’s young, and makes mistakes, but when she’s serious she’s one of the most talented upcomers i’ve ever seen.” You say proudly. “I knew with a critic coming in she was going to give it her all.”

“You trusted her even though it could’ve meant the end of your restaurant?” He states admiration for you ghosting his face.

“Of course, she’s my sister.” You shrug giving a small smile.

He returns the smile as you both fall into silence.

You can’t help but notice his blue eyes and how much they shined looking at you in a way you couldn’t quite place.

You clear your throat and stand up, “Well since you fulfilled your end of the bargain I better start making the recipe to heal your friend.” You say.

He nods and you begin walk to the door turning around as you see him still seated there.

“Aren’t you coming?” You ask.

He raises a brow in confusion.

“Come on your going to help me.” You say watching his eyes light up.

“Yes Chef!” He says smiling as he puts his cigarette out and follows you in.

-

Hey guys wow this was supposed to be 2 parter at most, but now I'm thinking I might make a 3rd part, let me know if it’s something you want though.

Oh and here's a video of the crab fighting Luffy, Usopp and Zoro!!

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat a while back (which is why I'm posting this on a Tuesday night, but hey, it's Wednesday somewhere in the world)

This is from my Booktoker Derek story. I needed a break from working on my Sterek Reverse Bang, so I figured I'd work on this for a bit

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It started unsurprisingly: Stiles was procrastinating doing his essay by doomscrolling on TikTok. He had probably wasted almost half an hour of countless videos of ADHD hacks, the latest dance trend, a few badass women wielding various medieval weaponry, and some weirdly satisfying carpet cleaning videos.

After liking a neat heart-healthy recipe that he’s thinking of trying sometime soon, Stiles scrolled on to the next video.

The first thing he registered was SKIN.

Then, to the beat of the latest trending thirst trap song, the shot zoomed out to show a shirtless man from his large, corded shoulders down past his rippling abs, reading some book that Stiles had seen mentioned by countless women on booktok before.

The camera panned up, revealing more until—

“Holy. Shit.”

It was Derek Hale.

Stiles froze, his thumb hovering above the screen as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Derek, perfectly disheveled with stubble framing his jaw and brows furrowed in concentration, was reading the book. His kaleidoscope eyes swept across the page as if genuinely engrossed in the story.

Looking at the bottom of the screen, Stiles saw the username @howlinghemingway.

Well, shit.

Forget his essay, this discovery was much more important. It wasn’t like his essay was even due tomorrow. Stiles still had a week to work on it. Besides, the longer he puts it off, the harder the ADHD procrastination adrenaline will hit, and it’ll probably still be one of the best in class.

With that in mind, Stiles clicked the username to see what other videos Derek had posted as he stood up from his desk chair to make himself comfortable in his bed before he dived on in.

Each video drew him deeper into the rabbit hole. There were videos of Derek discussing plot twists, sharing his favorite steamy scenes, giving writing tips, all while showing Derek in various states of undress while recommending different books. Books Stiles didn’t even know Derek knew about much less owned. Stiles was mesmerized by the way Derek’s sharp cheekbones caught the light, the way his jaw clenched while talking about a particularly gripping part of a story.

One video in particular caught Stiles’ attention. Derek was casually lounging in what Stiles recognized as the library in pack house, the same location as most of Derek’s videos . He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a soft burgundy sweater. Stiles can’t remember ever seeing Derek look so damned soft. That sweater even had thumbholes! Thumbholes! Derek in thumbholes was a level of cozy Stiles wasn’t emotionally prepared for.

But that wasn’t the real kicker.

Derek held up a hardcover novel, his thumb grazing over the title: Crimson Moon by Samuel Blackwolf. Stiles squinted at the screen, confused for a second, until Derek’s smooth voice filled the air.

“Imagine ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ meets ‘Hamlet’, but way steamier. ‘Crimson Moon’ continues Cyrus and Rowan’s forbidden romance. An ancient curse threatens their bond, all while they uncover Cyrus’s dark family secrets. And yes, it’s as spicy as ever,” Derek said, grinning salaciously. “Think forbidden love, secret rendezvous, and intense passion. Unlock the secrets yourself.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped.

Derek Hale, brooding werewolf extraordinaire, was not only a BookToker, but also a secret smut author with multiple books published?!

WHAT?

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No pressure tags: @renmackree @endwersed @thotpuppy

[inkinmyheartandonthepage]

Sleepwalker

Prompt 12 of flufftober is “This is spooky.” - “Really?” I hope you enjoy my take! You can read it here on Ao3.

“This is spooky,” Chimney said, snapping his gum.

“Really?” Hen asked dryly, shaking her head.

“You don’t find this odd?” Chimney demanded, placing his hands on his hips.

“It’s odd, for sure. But not spooky,” Hen snorted. She cocked her head to one side, her lips twitching slightly. “It’s kind of adorable.”

Eddie, silently, agreed.

They were thirty-six hours into a forty-eight-hour shift and the firehouse station was mostly still. It was just after midnight and the team had been sequestered in the bunks, taking advantage of the alarm being silent so they could catch up on some rest. Eddie had been dozing when the creaking of one of the cots had woken him up. Eddie had watched through slitted eyes as Buck had gotten up and shuffled out of the room.

Eddie had thought he was going to bathroom and had closed his eyes, ready to drift off again. A loud bang had him jolting up, twisting to see that Buck had run into the door. Eddie watched, bewildered as Buck tried again, hitting the door with his shoulder, bouncing off before he shuffled out of the bunk room and out into the bay.

Eddie had swung himself off his cot, climbing to his feet. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw Chimney and Hen doing the same. Buck running into the door must have woken them too.

“Buck?” Eddie called out after his best friend once he had cleared the bunk room.

Buck ignored him, ambling towards the stairs. He moved slowly and Eddie was able to catch up with him quickly.

“Buck?” Eddie tried again but once again he was ignored.

Eddie turned over his shoulder to find Hen and Chimney climbing the stairs behind him. He gave them a helpless look before following Buck up the stairs. As Buck reached the top, he swayed for a moment and Eddie reached out, ready to catch him if he fell.

“Buck?” Eddie called again. He moved so that he was standing in front of his best friend. He hissed when he saw blood dripping down Buck’s chin from where his lip was cut. “You’re lip.” He made an aborted move to reach out and touch Buck’s lip but stopped before he could.

Buck swayed where he stood, face slack, eyes barley open. “S’got to cook.” And then he started walking again.

Eddie darted to the side before Buck could barrel into him and he stared, bewildered, as Buck headed over to the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Chimney asked.

“I – I think he’s sleepwalking,” Eddie blinked. It explained the slackness in Buck’s movements and expression, the way he didn’t react to the way he had split his lip.

The three of them followed Buck into the kitchen, coming to a pause by the kitchen island. Buck moved around the other side, pulling out pots and pans, the sound clattering around the kitchen as he placed them one after the other.

“Buck, hon,” Hen asked, her voice soft and gentle. “What are you doing?”

“S’cook,” Buck mumbled.

“What are you cooking?” Chimney asked. He made a squawk when Eddie nudged him. “What? If he’s going to cook, we may as well reap the benefits.”

“Cap’n dad recipe,” Buck slurred. “Got to, go to make it perfect.”

“Well, that’s adorable,” Hen cooed.

Eddie hid his smile as Buck started pulling things out of the cupboard. They watched as he put them carefully on the bench. None of the ingredients were correct or made sense but they were content to let him go about it.

“What’s going on here?” Bobby asked, coming up behind them. He looked sleep ruffled but alert. The banging of the pots and pans must have alerted their captain that someone was in the kitchen and had come to investigate.

“Cap’n dad,” Buck slurred.

Eddie coughed around his laughter, Hen and Chimney sniggering as Bobby’s eyebrows climbed to his head.

“Buck, you’re bleeding,” Bobby frowned, coming around to join Buck around the other side of the kitchen island.

“I’ll get the kit,” Chimney said around his laughter, quickly spinning on his heel and disappearing down the stairs.

“He’s sleepwalking,” Eddie filled Bobby in. “He ran into the door coming out of the bunks.”

“I see,” Bobby mused but still looked concerned.

“Cap’n dad,” Buck said, handing Bobby a bag of pasta. “Help. S’got to be perfect.”

“I’ll help you, Buck,” Bobby said gently. “What are we making?”

“Recipe,” Buck said.

“Which one?” Bobby asked patiently.

“Recipe,” Buck said again, more firmly. “S’got to be perfect.”

“Okay, no worries,” Bobby said, lips twitching into a smile. “It will be. You’re a great cook, Buck.”

Buck swayed, falling silent. Eddie wondered if he had finally stopped when he reached for the packet of Oreos he had taken out of the cupboard. He handed them to Bobby who took them easily.

“S’for Eddie,” Buck slurred.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“Chim is going to be so mad he’s missing this,” Hen crowed, shooting Eddie a wicked grin.

Bobby glanced at Eddie before focusing back on Buck. “You’re cooking for Eddie?”

Buck hummed as he put an entire onion in the pot he had pulled out. It made a noise as it hit the bottom and Eddie pressed his lips together in an attempt to stop his smile growing as Buck then got a wooden spoon and started to push it around.

“S’got to be perfect,” Buck said again. “For Eddie.”

“Please tell me I heard that right,” Chimney said as he jogged back over to them, his med kit slung over his shoulder.

Eddie felt his cheeks flush hot. He cleared his throat, ignoring the wide grins from Hen and Chimney. “You know I love your cooking, Buck.”

“Perfect for Eddie,” Buck slurred again. “Deserves it.”

Eddie’s face felt like it was on fire.

Hen and Chimney were hardly containing their laughter and even Bobby was chuckling softly under his breath.

Buck dropped the wooden spoon with a clatter, and he started to shuffle towards the fridge. He pulled it open and simply stopped and stared at the fridge. He started murmuring under his breath, but Eddie couldn’t quite catch what he was saying.

Putting the Oreos and pasta on the kitchen bench, Bobby moved to Buck and placed a hand on his shoulder. “We have all the ingredients, Buck.” He carefully shut the fridge door and they all let out a small breath of relief when Buck didn’t protest. He gently guided Buck away from the fridge and towards the table.

“How about I finish cooking for you,” Bobby said gently.

Buck hummed. “S’get ready for the date.”

Eddie, who had been moving towards the table to help Bobby, nearly tripped.

“Exactly,” Bobby said smoothly. He pulled out a chair, setting Buck down. “Let’s get you cleaned up first though.”

“Got to look good,” Buck murmured. “For Eddie.”

“You hear that Eddie,” Chimney teased. “He wants to look good for your date.”

“Alright, enough teasing,” Bobby chided gently, looking at Eddie. “I’m guessing this is news to you?”

Eddie nodded dumbly. Buck wanted to ask him out on a date? Underneath his confusion there was a small spark of hope that lit up his insides.

“Oh Buckaroo,” Hen chuckled, pulling out the chair closest to him. She sat down and took the kit from Chimney. She opened it up, pulling out some gloves and snapped them on. “You don’t things by halves do you?”

Chimney snapped on his own gloves and handed Hen some gauze. “That’s our Buck.”

As Hen gently started to wipe away the blood, Eddie took the seat beside Buck, gently taking his hand. At first, Buck didn’t react to any of their touches and then suddenly Buck was blinking, jerking away from Hen’s touch, and squeezing Eddie’s hand tightly.

“Wha- huh – owe! What the hell?” Buck yelped, gaze darting around them all quickly.

“Careful,” Bobby said in the tone he used for those on a call. “You’ve been sleepwalking. You’re okay.”

“Why does my face hurt?” Buck asked, nose scrunching up.

“You ran into a door,” Chimney supplied with a grin. “Then came up to the loft and tried to cook a meal for Eddie.”

Buck turned to look at Eddie, eyes wide and confused.

Eddie shrugged casually even as his heart hammered in his chest. “Apparently you’re cooking for me for our date?”

Buck’s eyes widened further and then his whole face flushed bright pink. “Oh man. I – I had a plan.”

“To wine and dine him?” Chimney grinned.

Buck huffed and pouted at Eddie. “Well, yeah.”

Eddie squeezed Buck’s hand tightly, unable to stop the grin or the flush that crept across his face. “You still can. I’ll act surprised.”

“Adorable,” Hen cooed. “And as cute as this is, I need you to look at me Buckaroo so I can look at your lip.”

Buck pouted again but did as Hen asked. He didn’t once let go of Eddie’s hand throughout being patched up, his thumb rubbing back and forth over Eddie’s skin. It left a trail of heat with each pass and Eddie really wished they were not at work right now.

“Alright, no stitches,” Hen declared, and Buck sighed with relief.

Bobby clapped Buck on the shoulder. “How about you help me put all the items you pulled out back and I’ll go over the recipe you’ve been stressing about.”

Buck gave Bobby a sheepish smile. “Yeah, that – that would be nice. Thank you.”

“Hen, Chimney you clean up here,” Bobby instructed and then he turned to Eddie. “Eddie, you act on your surprise face.”

Hen and Chimney fell into laughter, Bobby’s mouth twitching with a suppressed smile.

“Got it, cap,” Eddie said, trying to keep a straight face himself. He leaned in close to Buck, butterflies erupting in his stomach as Buck leaned in close too. “For the record, the answer is yes for the dinner date.”

Buck beamed before he winced at the stretch on his wound. “Owe.”

“I’m a sure thing, Buck,” Eddie said quietly. “So, no more stressing and no more sleepwalking.”

“K,” Buck said, eyes sparkling. He leaned back and stood. “But I’m still going to woo you with this amazing recipe!”

“Captain dad will make sure of that,” Chimney teased.

“Captain dad?” Buck asked as he followed Bobby to the kitchen.

Eddie shook his head fondly, feeling giddy. Although not exactly how he thought the shift would go, he had no complaints. Because when he left at the end of his shift, he had a date with Buck and he couldn’t wait.

[pinkanonwrites]

Hello Pinka! I met your blog by chance (I was scavenging for Jamil fics in guilty) and started to read everything, until I saw the event! I'd like to say I've been really enjoying your writting, and I hope you're doing well and healthy!

If the event is still ongoing, and if you want to, would you rather having a cooking accident with Trey, or making Jamil crack up with a dumb rizz joke? I wish you a good day!

Aww, thank you! I'm doing alright, and you slipped in right under the wire for this last This Or That answer!

I think a cooking accident with Trey would be really funny. He seems too put-together and on top of things all of the time so to see things kind of slide out of his control would be really amusing.

".....It's flat."

Trey looked nearly as flabbergasted as you felt. "I see that."

"Why is it flat?"

"I'm going to be completely honest with you. I have no idea." He overturned the cake pan, banging it on the counter a few times until the hardened disc of chocolate thunked out onto the countertop. He picked it up, solid and inflexible in his hand, then tapped it against the counter making a sound vaguely similar to a block of wood. "We followed the recipe perfectly, didn't we?"

"I thought so? I can't be sure, but I really thought..." You leaned over the recipe book and flipped through the pages for the triple-layer chocolate truffle cake you had been trying to make, only to come out with three perfectly flat, perfectly hard chocolate discs instead. "Oven on three twenty-five, bake for thirty-five minutes... We didn't mess that part up."

"Do you think any of our friends want a new frisbee?" He added, making a mock-throwing motion that made you snort.

"Dork. Here, gimme that." You took the disc from his hand, nibbling on the leathery edge. A foul grimace made its way up your face, quickly shoving it back into Trey's hand with a guilty look.

"...I know what went wrong."

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"I think instead of putting in baking powder I just put in... more salt. Sorry."

Trey blinked at you for a moment, stunned to silence. Then...

"Heh..."

"Don't laugh!"

"Pffff- I'm not, I'm not! Hahaha!~"

"You are!"

"How did you mix those up? They're completely different! They even look different!"

"I don't know!" You whined. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ruin your cake!"

"Awwwww, c'mere, c'mere." He opened his arms and you stepped into his hug despite your humiliation. "It's not ruined, we can always make another one. Just consider this one a fun experiment, hm?"

"This isn't Science Club, Trey."

"I don't know, you might've discovered a brand new way to make manhole covers. This could be a scientific breakthrough."

"I'm gonna hit you."

"Sorry, sorry! Just teasing.~"

[celefrfr]

hiii!! can i get an angst to comfort joost fic where the reader is just having a really hard time lately w everything. like family, work, and just everything in general is stressing her/them out so they get really distant bc they feel bad about burdening joost and joost jusr shows up at their apartment and is like “why” and they break down in tears and it ends all fluffy?

February i almost died.

notes: this is actually a bit gotten from a real story, i removed the happy part of it , made parts different , and i just added joost lol, im good now, dont villanize my mom, she was very sad too because she knew i was always crying, shes a good person

summary: literally look at the request 👍

relationship:joost×fem!reader

WARNING! theres a part where Y/N commits sh (head banging)

Reader was always a very clingy person to Joost, always texting him, asking him to hang out, going to restaurants, but, november came, her mental health started to go down, she felt lonely, like nobody wanted her, like she was a burden, she never spoke, whenever she did she'd get ignored, she always argued with her parents, she made each of them cry at least once, she was guilty, she was close to running away from everyone and never coming back, the only thing stopping her was that she didnt have any money to use, one day, she was in her room listening to music, bawling her eyes out, in fetal position,her mom came in, she kinda screamed "go shower, and do your room." her voice cold "CANT YOU SEE HOW DOING RIGHT NOW?" Y/N screamed back "Y/N, youre never happy." her mom left and closed the door, Y/N got up, and slammed her head into the wall twice, she got white flashes each time, joost lived in an apartment, attached to hers, he could hear the banging, the crying, the screaming, as Y/N was pacing back and forth in her room just crying, joost was trying to find her , she didnt want to be a burden to him, so she ran to a public bathroom and just cried there, her eyes were already puffy from the day before since she cried everyday, when she calmed down, she went back to her house and into her room, just to find joost talking with her parents, he was almost screaming, arguing "YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER IS ON THE VERGE OF KILLING HERSELF OR RUNNING AWAY AND WHAT DO YOU DO? OH YEAH, LETS SCREAM AT HER A BIT MORE, MAYBE SHE WILL BE HAPPY, WHERE IS YOUR COMMON SENSE?" he yelled, her dad yelled back "SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF A VICTIM,SHE NEVER LISTENS" joost didnt even answer, he noticed her rooms door closing so he ran and found her on her bed, staring into nothingness "what happened?" he asked, his tone concerned, he was almost gonna cry too, Y/N didnt answer, she just fell into his arms,crying, she showed him the mark of her head on the wall to him, he didn't say anything, he just packed her bags and got her to his house, made her favorite tea, atleast attempted to, since it was an ethnic recipe, put it near his bed, and got with her, trying to comfort her, he held her to his chest, she gave him a faint kiss on the cheek, the stubble hurting her face a bit, she didnt care, since it was him "Why didnt you tell me anything?" he asked "i didnt want to be a burden to you." she answered, he didnt say anything, just hugged her, he saw her eyes getting heavy, almost falling asleep on him, she looked so cute but so miserable, the only things keeping her alive were him and her phone, he kissed her, and told her "just know that if you even ran away i would find you and come with you.", the period of her life that went from november to february finally ended, she was there, felt happy, loved, for once.

[half-dead-writer]

Inspired by those two fics, go read them first! -> Oh oh sexy vampire (NSFW) -> My roommate is a vampire! Kudos if you got the title reference

Indoor Boyfriend

Matthew wanted to repay you for all the dinners you gave him with an attempt of his own.

character: Vampire AU Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 1,1k reader: gender neutral warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Few weeks went by ever since you (kind of unwillingly) adopted a stay-at-home vampire. Even if the deal didn't really favor you, you got used to this way of living. It wasn't that bad, though. Now, instead of one creature that depended on and loved you, you had two! And he could hold a conversation with you, unlike your pet.

You felt relief after finally arriving at your doorstep. Today has been busy as hell, and you couldn't wait to just melt on your couch and do nothing for the rest of the day. You could even say, you were looking forward to lazily cuddle with Matthew. Most days his attachment to you felt overbearing, especially when you wanted to be left alone. It took you some time to get used to living with someone, but on the rare occasions you craved affection, it came in pretty handy.

Coming inside, you expected to find your roommate (boyfriend? you didn't really have a discussion about what you two were yet) sleeping upside down on your bed, per usual. He would wake up just as you walked through the doors to your bedroom, getting all giddy from seeing you again. Depending on your mood, it was one of the highlights of your day - you appreciated someone caring enough to be happy about your arrival, aside from your pet. With that thought, you walked thru the hall, not expecting any changes in your routine.

It didn't take long for you to smell the nice aroma lingering around the house, lightly tickling your nostrils. It was- uncanny, to say the least. You quickly investigated the source of the smell, leading straight to your kitchen. There, you saw your counter full of dirty bowls, cooking supplies, lots of spices laying around, and your vampire standing in the middle of it all. Astonishment overtook your face. The sound of your footsteps alerted him, turning on his heel he faced your way.

"You're back!" He beamed, holding the wooden spoon in his grip. He quickly put it back it into the pot, intending to run up to you and greet you properly with a joyous embrace.

"You're gonna clean that up, right?" You were quick to ask the most important question, making him stop in his tracks.

"I-" He got taken aback, clearly expecting a different reaction from you, "I made you dinner, and that's the first thing you say to me after coming home? Not even a hello?" The bangs covered half of his pout as he crossed his arms in dismay. You realized you came off way too harsh, too occupied with the mess to acknowledge his efforts.

"Right- sorry," you resumed to your regular tone instead. His expression softened, returning to his usual self. You approached the man with curiosity, smelling the unfamiliar scent of spicy food in your house. "What's this?"

"Well- as I already said, I tried to make something for you," he suddenly turned a bit coy after seeing your cocked eyebrow, "I don't really know if it came out right, human food doesn't really taste good to me, but I carefully followed the recipe I found on the internet, so..." His explanation made you smile, you felt nice knowing he prepared it specifically for you, even if he knew jackshit about your diet. You looked inside the pot as he continued, "It's called uh, tikka masala? I just thought it looked good." He judged your stare, hoping it would be something up to your liking.

You fished out the wooden spoon, grabbing a piece of sauce covered chicken with it. It didn't look inedible, on the contrary, it smelled really good. You were quite surprised he managed to not burn it, assuming it was his first time cooking anything. You guessed he had a lot of time to spare and made sure he did it correctly. He watched intently over your shoulder as the chicken disappeared from the spoon and into your mouth.

First thing you felt was... Hot. Hot, spicy, burning nightmare. You felt the tears gather in the corner of your eyes, quickly dropping the spoon back where it was, running up to your fridge to get some milk. He just stood there, wide eyed at your intense reaction. "Man, it's spicy as fuck," you wiped the droplets of milk stuck to the corner of your lips, "did you throw the whole packet of chilli into it?"

He grinned bashfully, rubbing his arm, "I... May have overdone it a little. I tried it myself, and couldn't taste it at all, so I poured more until I finally felt it sting. Which- thinking about it now, might have been because vampires aren't meant to feel much flavor." You didn't comment, choosing to point out his stupidity with a simple, disappointed sigh. "B-But I made everything else correctly, right?" Slight hope reflected in his eyes, even if the odds were against him. After you calmed down from the sudden assault of your tastebuds, you took a moment to actually process what you ate. Aside from the overwhelming spiciness, the dish was actually quite tasty. He waited with bated breath for your review.

"Mm... Yeah, skipping the fuckton of chilli, it was pretty good." A big, proud smile formed on his face.

"So- Are you gonna eat it?" He asked, leaving you in an awkward position. You didn't really wanna break his heart (or waste any food) by refusing his gift, just because it destroyed your tongue. You didn't expect to come back home just to feel guilty about your dinner. You sighed, giving up.

"Yeah, I guess I will. Can't wait for that tummy ache," you complained, but still made sure to reward his behavior - he had good intentions. A soft peck on his cheek made him flash you his sharp, pointy teeth in delight.

Even though the dinner physically hurt you, after some time you just ignored the the numbness in your mouth. Overall, it was a 6/10 experience. Matthew watched you as if your reaction would differ with each bite, which you thought was adorably stupid. Done with this painful experience, you finally got to do what you planned from the beginning - that is, absolutely nothing. You lazily laid yourself on the couch, turning on the tv. Matthew was quick to get all over you, placing himself on your chest like a disrespectful cat. You didn't mind it this time, granting him your affection by playing with his hair. He absolutely melted under your touch.

Maybe getting yourself a vampire wasn't such a bad idea after all?

[your-ne1ghbor]

Magnifico Backstory/Angst

so the poll came in and a lot of you guys wanted that Magnifico Angst.

And after procastinating, I got part one done. I'm going to break it up into 2 or 3 parts, since I am still writing it out. But I wanted to show you guys what I got so far.

Im not going to say anything on the context. That is something you have to figure out for yourself. But some things you should know, is that his real name is Magnus. "Magnifico", or the name "The Great Magnifico" is the name given to him by the people. I'm not saying for what, that is something for you guys to figure out for yourself. However, the clues will be laid out for you :3

Plus, it is not gonna be written how it would be in a movie. It is simply going to be written like a book.

Anyways, here you guys go! I hope you guys enjoy it 💕

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Author's notes:

There will be mentions of death and missing body parts in the next following parts. I advise you to please walk away if anything that grosses or disturbs you. This story is taking in the horror aspects, although subtle, will be present within these parts.

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It's your fault. It's your fault.  They're all dead. And it's all your fault.

Magnus felt a rush of pain swell from his body as he opened his eyes. He groaned in response, feeling like he was getting eaten alive by a pack of snakes, being burned alive, and drowning in the ocean all at the same time. Sure, he had gotten hurt before, but this was different. 

Magnus' ears rang with noise, making him light headed. He tried to touch his face, only to be met with the same feeling he felt when he woke up, so he stopped his pursuit, grunting at the pain.

  His vision was all blurry, only making out the details of the tent he was in. Magnus laid there blinking a few times so his vision can clear up. He stared into the tent, recollecting himself.

Magnus tried to think back on how he got here, or what even happened to him, but his memory was blank. Sure, he had literally just woke up, but he couldn't shake this awful feeling in his chest. Something bad happened, and he couldn't remember what it was. Magnus sat up, even though he clearly is not in the correct state to do so, he did it anyway. Just to see if there were any clues to what happened and how he got there. It would at least put his mind at ease...hopefully.

He first decided to examine his condition. He knew his face was banged up, given the pain he felt when he tried to even touch it. He looked at his arm, which normally would have a sleeve pulled over it, was now scorched off, and replaced with burn marks instead. He had bandages wrapped around his stomach, but he knew better not to take it off. Magnus began to wonder if whatever happened to him, was something he was fighting. And whatever it was, he couldn't beat it. It sent a shiver down his spine. No, he had to. Maybe they both got the best of each other...right? Magnus tried to shake the awful feeling he is having by examining the tent, hoping to get better clues. 

He noticed a lantern overhanging him, with moths and other insects buzzing around it. It made Magus annoyed by the noise they made. He wanted to eject some magic to blast those insects into the nether regions, but he was just too tired to do so, and he knew he would only worsen his condition. So he didnt. He saw creates of recipes (which he can assume belonged to his wife, Amaya) sat beside him, unorganized and scattered. Magnus knew his wife was more of the organizer in comparison to him, she wasnt the messy type. From the way the scattered materials were on the ground, it was almost like she was in a rush...but why? There was other belongings that he didnt really notice at first, but he later realized it was his books and journals he got when he, Amaya, and a group of travelers were off adevturing, looking for the perfect place to call home (and also doing some monster hunting along side it. How else were they gonna get food on the table?). But they were also amongst the ground of scattered materials. He leaned over and grabbed one of the open books that caught his attention, and looked at the cover: "The untold magic of Stars".

Ah he remembered that book! He found it when a robber tried to steal supplies from his group years ago. He failed of course, and ran off into the fairies coven before Magnus could stop the robber. They dropped that book in the process. Magnus always wondered why the robber needed it or if he even survived the fairies coven (Yes, fairies are not very nice unlike the Pixie Hollows series from disney. They're like the complete opposite of them). The book was very interesting indeed. It was written by someone who had made contact with the stars and was able to explore their powers, with the Star's help. Of course, he didn't know if it was ever true or not. He heard this book was not very popular with other wizards like him. From what he remembered when he read it, stars can move mountains, create things out of thin air, and shape-shift into various creatures! Can be ones that exist, or ones that never did. It was super interesting, but then it started talking about how there is another realm and how the Star came to his world, and well...it lost him at that part. But why was Amaya looking through it? It didn't make sense. She was more of a alchemist. She doesn't really read his books, unless she needs it for an experiment with a new recipe. He picked up a few more open books, and looked at the covers. A lot of them were from astronomers, which was still odd to him. The others were just recipies for healing wounds, which really concerned him. 

As he started thinking about the worst possible ways of why Amaya would have these books open, he stopped when he heard voices outside. He looked up to see a moving light through the tent, which he can assume was either a lanturn or a torch. They still continued talking as they passed his tent. He couldn't make out what they were saying, they were speaking in more hushed up voices after all, but he heard one heard that made his heart skip a beat. "Amaya".

His wife's name echoed through his head like a drum, it felt like he was going to pass out. Amaya. This whole time he was just trying to figure out what happened to him, but didnt even consider if his wife was even okay. And given his condition, Magnus assumed the worst. He cursed angrily at himself as he quickly laid down the books, and got up from the ground...before he landed flat on his face. And overflow of pain wept through his stomach, like nothing he ever felt before. He couldn't really describe what it felt like, probably the closest thing to it is when he fought a dragon. But he didn't have time to think about it. His mind was just overwhelmed with worry about Amaya. Magnus need to know that she was okay. Or....if she is even alive. He slowly got off the ground, laying his hand on on of the crates to help him get up. Great. He could barely walk. But it just brought more questions into his head that he didn't have time to think about. He looked around to see if there was anything that would help him walk a bit easier, but he didn't see anything that would help. He sighed in annoyance before he limped out the tent. 

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Closing Notes

Yeah thats a lot wasn't it?

This part was pretty short but alas, I think I got what I wanted from what I made.

My main goal was to present this as if it was a mystery. And I know you probably have some questions, but I assure you, those questions are supposed to be there and it is okay to ask them. Not only that, I personally do like describing things when I am up to the task of doing so. The old draft is a lot faster and not clear on what I wanted, so I decided to put more description into it and it helped. When you're telling through a perspective, think about how they might be feeling, thinking, or what their surroundings are. It pulls people in and makes them feel intrigued. There are so many ways to write stories, I'm just the few who does it because I'm either bored or...yeah just bored.

Going back to Magnus here, you guys are probably shocked. Didn't I say his name was Magnifico? Yes I did, but drafts changes and so do thoughts. The name "Magnifico" sounded something people would dub someone when they accomplish something (if you look at it possitively. The most common of these is bullies name calling someone based on how they look or something they did). I decided his full label should be "The Great Magnifico". What makes him so great? Well, from what you read so far, what do you think?

I want people to be thinking about what they read. Sure, you don't have too, but it is fun thinking about something you love doing, and questioning your own characters. My oc, Axe, for example, was a character I really like, but after getting perspectives from how my friends presive him (aside of all the jokes we make of him), it makes me think differently about him, and realize I can do more with his character.

All and all, writing is something that is fun to do. Although I'm not the best at writing, I sort of notice that the pacing felt a bit rushed in this one, I'm pretty satisfied with what I wrote :3

Anyways, good day Rosas, Imma be back for you

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@chillwildwave @annymation @rascalentertainments @signed-sapphire @uva124 @tumblingdownthefoxden @spectator-zee @oh-shtars @sewerpalette + more

[cod-dump]

You know those cans of dough for like- bisquits and stuff where you have to peel off the paper and twist the can to pop it but it never pops when you twist but when you're peeling the paper? John "I'm a demolitionist, how bad can it be" mactavish gets so spooked by them. He unwraps it and it pops and he just *screams* like he's just been shot

They were having dinner at Laswell's house, this being Soap's first time bing over. Soap volunteered to help her cook considering Price and Gaz don't really cook and Ghost can either make a bowl of cereal or this one recipe for stew and that's it. So Soap, someone who practically cooked the 141 meals whenever he wasn't too tired, was the best option.

Laswell told him to get the biscuits out of the fridge for her and when he looked all he found was this cans.

"Are these it?"

"That's them. Didn't feel like making them from scratch. Open them up and put them on a greased cookie sheet for me."

Soap's had American biscuits a couple times, both times they were made by Laswell. So the cans were new. He looked at them, turning them around before he saw that he had to peel the wrapper off. He did that but nothing happened.

"Uh, Kate? How do you open this?"

Laswell looks over her shoulder for a second before looking back to what she was doing.

"Hit the side on the counter's edge."

"What?"

"Just do it."

Soap blinks before he does so. He hit it one, two, three times before he grumbled and did it one final time. He wasn't expecting the can to pop open the way it did. He wasn't expecting to feel the can open in his hand. Soap didn't even realize that he screamed until Price, Gaz, and Ghost were running into the kitchen and Laswell was laughing her ass off.

Once they determined that Soap wasn't in danger and figured out why he screamed, they too joined in on laughing. Soap turned red and looked at Laswell.

"Why didn't you tell me the damn biscuits explode?!"

That earned him more laughter.

A week later, back on base, Soap walked into the kitchen to grab something to each. Ghost was in there standing over the stove. Soap couldn't see what he was doing but he assumed he was making his stew. Soap muttered a greeting to him and opened the fridge.

POP.

"FUCKING HELL!"

Soap banged his head on the fridge door and turned to see that Ghost had a can of biscuits. Soap could see the smile in Ghost’s eyes as he innocently tilted his head.

"Something wrong, Soap?"

"You smug ass—“

[icebear4president]

I wanted to write something for both of the boys ‘birthdays, but I wasn’t able to. Still, I wanted to make something cute, if a little cheesy, for the best brothers ever.

Stars glittered across the dark expanse of the night sky, the only lights that shone during this tranquil time. Except, tonight would be different; now bursts of color would light up the entire sky, signaling the strike of midnight and a bright welcome to a new day.

Matthew sat on his windowsill seat, warm cup of tea in his hands while he admired the fireworks. He wasn't one for extravagant displays, but it was his birthday, so he allowed himself to indulge in it just this once. It only came once a year after all.

Birthdays. He didn't really give them much thought. The most he did was go to a few parades here and there, or indulge in not-so-healthy snacks. Besides, he usually had plans reserved for today...

Loud banging broke him from his musings, and he located the noise almost immediately. There was Alfred waving excitedly from the window across from Matthew, where he showed up every year along with his bag of treats.

Matthew's lip twitched, but he pushed down his amusement, trying to make himself look annoyed while he pushed the window open. "Can't you use the front door like a normal person?" He scolded as Alfred jumped inside besides him.

"And miss the opportunity for my grand entrance? Not a chance bro!" Alfred said, ruffling his hair back to look more presentable. "Except it does mess up my hair."

Matthew chuckled and shook his head fondly, following Alfred who was already making his way to the kitchen. Alfred dropped his bag unceremoniously on the table, digging into it and pulling out the contents. "Let's see, drinks, snacks, doughnuts," he threw the pack at Matthew who caught it with one hand, satisfied to see that Alfred remembered to have them made with chocolate glaze instead of regular, "And of course, birthday cake!"

As the tradition every year, the brothers tried to best each other in a competition to see who could make the best birthday cake. Matthew had a winning streak the last three years, but it seemed Alfred was determined to win, the huge cake shaped like a maple leave, with smaller ones iced on.

"Well?" Alfred asked with a cocky smile, pleased with his creation.

"It's not that bad," Matthew admitted through a mouth full of doughnut. "But the real question is, what flavor is it?"

"A maple pecan cream cake! I hacked into your computer and looked at search history for the recipes you used the most." Matthew went red at that wondering what else his brother saw, but Alfred kept babbling, oblivious to his internal panic. "Can you believe the dude at the bakery actually asked if I wanted it birthday cake flavor? Like what?"

Alfred looked scandalized at the mere suggestion, and Matthew mirrored his expression.

"How can something be birthday cake flavor if birthday cake can be any flavor,' they said in unison.

Another bout of fireworks went off, causing both of the brothers to flinch violently in surprise, Matthew dropping his beloved doughnuts(he had went through many betrayals through his life, but this had to be one of the worse), and Alfred bumping into the table.

The cake wobbled precariously, and Alfred's eyes widened in horror as it started to slide to the side. He immediately sprang up to catch it, but missed it by an inch, instead slipping and landing face first into the cake.

The room went dead silent, Alfred frozen in place with icing dripping down his face and bits of cake stuck in his hair, and completely mortified. He gave Matthew a guilty look, ready for a firm reprimand.

Instead, Matthew doubled over laughing, giggles making his shoulders heave. "Oh my god, I can't believe you actually did that," he wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye, "Where's my phone, I NEED to take a picture of this!"

"Oh no you don't!" Alfred lunges at him, tackling him to floor, and grabbed the nearest pile of cake and rubbing it over Matthew's face. Matthew sputtered, face red in anger and embarrassment. He flipped them over repeating what Alfred did to him, and soon they were tumbling around the kitchen floor, spreading cake and icing everywhere they landed.

After a few moments they gave up, panting on the ground, both covered head to toe in what used to be a birthday cake. They shared a look and immediately burst into giggles.

"Does this mean I automatically win the cake contest?" Matthew asked, after they calmed down. Alfred groaned and banged his head against the floor. "Ugh, I'll give you a handicap because I actually made a mistake," he said.

Matthew hummed, licking some of the icing off his fingers. "I'll give a few points for the taste. And presentation," he teased. He got up and brushed himself off, before holding out his hand to Alfred. "Anyways, I think it should just about be time, eh?"

Alfred took it gratefully, and was already tugging Matthew along behind him. "Seems like it! Let's hurry before we miss it!" He reopened the window, precariously balancing on the edge and climbed up to the roof, Matthew close behind. Okay they still had at least three hours to go, but now there was no way they would miss the sunrise.

Alfred handed him ear mufflers which he gladly took. He looked out into the darkness, watching the fireworks that continued to rage on. It really was beautiful.

Alfred nudged him, making Matthew look at him. "I got you something even though I know we promised not to get each other gifts." He said quickly before Matthew could protest. He reached behind his neck unlocking a chain with a stone and placed it into Matthew's hand.

He looked a little embarrassed, but started to explain. "I know it's kinda silly, but I read somewhere a cornelian stone represents family, so I just- you know what, the technicalities don't really matter." He curved Matthew's fingers over the gift. "But what matters is you always have the best day imaginable. Happy Birthday, Mattie."

Matthew's felt the familiar pinpricks of tears and he wiped them away hastily, laughing as he did. He met Alfred's smile with his own soft one.

“You know what? I think this might be the best birthday yet."

[resi4skz]

Title: A Promise

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Warnings: fluff

"So that's it?" Chan says. "Just like that, we're over?"

"What do you want me to say? That there's nothing going in between you two?"

"That you trust me enough to know that she means nothing to me. And that she's out to create this obstacle between us."

I gape at him. "Are you serious right now? Chan, I saw you and her together sitting next to each other like she practically was in your lap!"

"Baby, she-"

I raise my hand, stopping him. "Save it. I don't wanna hear any more excuses of what she was trying to do." I grip my shoulder bag. "I'm done."

"Y/N."

"No. I'm done, Chan. I'm done being your second choice."

I don't even dare to turn around. I get in my car and drive back to my apartment.

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"Hey, I was gonna order some fried chicken and pizza. You want some?"

I look up at my best friend turned roommate. "Sure."

"Any preference?" Gia asked.

"Pepperoni please," I smiled and went back to looking at recipes on my phone.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"Han just texted me."

I roll my eyes. "What else is new?"

"We need to go to the hospital."

I peek at her from my phone. "Why?"

"Chan got into an accident."

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You know how some people say their life comes crashing down? Well, that's how I feel right now. I'm staring at the ground, my mind spiralling while my leg bounces non-stop. The door opens, the doctor walks inside as I shoot up, standing on wobbly legs but Gia steadies me.

"How's he, doc?" Han asked. He came with Gia, considering Chan is his best friend.

"Besides a broken leg and arm, he's perfectly fine."

The sob leaves my mouth as fresh tears form in my eyes and I collapse on the ground. Gia drops with me, her arms wrapping around me. "He's okay, Y/N. He's okay."

I felt like my heart was going to rip out.

"Can we see him?" Han asked, again.

"He's currently sleeping off the anesthesia but yes, a nurse will come get you once he's awake."

When the doctor leaves, Gia helps me stand up. "Honey, he's alright. Just broken bones, nothing major."

"I know," I wipe my face.

*Sometime later*

A nurse came to get us because Chan woke up. So she took us to his room. I was the first one to enter. I gasp at the sight in front of me. A cast on his left arm and right leg. A few scratches and brusies on his face and neck. But he still looked handsome.

And he was awake. Turning his head, his eyes meet mine and I can't help but stop at the foot of his bed, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Chan, you scared us," Gia spoke.

"S-sorry." His voice came out raspy and deep.

"Bro, what even happened?" Han chimed in.

"I was on my way to," he glances at me, "Y/N's when out of nowhere a car slammed into me. Luckily my car didn't flip over. I felt my arm break before my leg, though."

"Sheesh," Gia says, wincing at the sight.

He turns his head, looking at me. "Y/N," he raises his non-injured hand. His right eyes was pretty banged up but he still managed to look handsome.

"Right, well, we're gonna get some coffee," Han states, grabbing Gia's hand. "Come on, babe. Let's give these love birds some time alone."

After they leave, I look at him again. "Does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch," he replied, raising his hand again. "Y/N, I-"

"Chan, just...."

"No. I need to say this. I fucked up, okay? I messed up what we had. But I assure you that nothing happened between Jules and I."

"Chan."

"I, ah, fuck damn that hurts," he inhales a sharp breath before continuing. "After you left that day, I broke down in front of Han and Changbin. They had to drive me back to my apartment but I couldn't stay there because that place felt hollow. Alone." He glances up at me. "I wanted to see you. So I promised myself that I would get you back, no matter what."

"Channie, listen-"

But he cuts me off. "But I never knew what jealousy can do to a woman."

"What do you mean?" My gut told me to brace myself.

He closes his eye, breathing in. "When Jules heard I was going over to you, she drove her car into mine."

"What?"

"She's the one who drove the car into my car."

I saw red. I clenched my hand into fists. "That bitch," I turn, he calls my name but I'm already out the door. I frantically look for a nurse but my eye catches her. Sitting in a chair, unharmed as Han and Gia approach me. "You bitch!" I lunge at her but Han stop me.

Jules looks at me, eyes widening. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I," I glare dead in her eyes. "Doing here? I'm not the one getting jealous of the person that isn't even yours to begin with!"

"He was mine before you came in the picture!"

Everyone goes silent. "You took him away from me. I was going to confess the day he confessed to you. You just had to accept it, didn't you? You just couldn't stay away!"

"Are you high? Him and I have feelings for each other so you need to get your head out of your delusional ass."

"Fuck you."

"Feelings mutal."

She charges at me. "Fuck you! He's mine!"

But I was quick. Clenching my hand into a fist, I broke her nose. She looks at me as bloods trickles down one of her nostrils. I shake my finger when she tries to lunge at me again. "Try anything and you'll be the one in the hospital bed."

It's enough to stop her and walks away. The pain radiates in my hand. I look down and see some bruising on my knuckles. But I had my number 1 priority in mind.

Once I went back to his room, I found him sleeping. "Dammit," I curse under my breath. Sitting on the chair beside his bed, I prop my elbow on the bed and rest my chin on it as I looked at him. He looks so peaceful, his breathing even. I couldn't get past the blue color of his left eye. It was so swollen that I was worried if his face will ever be the same.

Then he opens his eye and looks down at me. "Hey."

"Hi."

His eye spots my knuckles. "What...what happened?"

"Well," I began. "Let's say Jules will look twice in the mirror before trying anything drastic again."

"No," he faux gasps.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Everyone seems to forget I'm a pro at boxing."

"Uh huh," he says.

"Hey!"

He grins. "Did you break her nose?"

"If you know the answer, why are you even asking?" I grin back.

He raises his arm, cups my cheek with his hand. "I missed you."

I lean into his hand. "I thought I...." A sob escapes me as the emotions come rushing through me all at once.

"Hey," he tips my chin up. Several tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm here."

"I thought I lost you forever," I manage to say as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Baby, no," he wipes my cheeks. "Come here." He pats his chest and I waste no time as I dive atraight into his arms. "There is nothing in this world that will separate me from you."

"But-'

"No buts," he says kissing my hair. "I can't lose you. You're-" he winces, his face scrunching as if in pain.

"I'll get the doctor."

But I'm snatched back into his arms when I tried to get up. This time I'm facing him. "Chan. You're injured. Stop."

Even with one eye, he's managed to make me feel like goo. Dammit. He still makes my tummy do somersaults. I blink down at him as his hand slides around the back of my neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.

"Chan, wha-"

He pushes my neck down, my lips crashing on his. I squeal in surprise but melt into him, into the kiss. "Mmm, Y/N. Sweet as ever."

My cheeks heated and I buried my face on his chest which made him laugh. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're so cute."

"I'm not cute!"

"But you are."

I pinch the skin just above his tummy. "Ow!" He hisses in pain.

I shoot up, thinking I really hurt him. "Ah! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He cracks opens his eye and reaches up, pecking my lips. I blink down at him.

"Chan."

"What?"

"I'm still mad at you."

"I see that."

I narrow my eyes at him.

Someone clearing their throat breaks us apart and I turn to see Gia standing at the door. "I see you two are getting along well."

I scramble off Chan, pretty sure my cheeks are red because he pinches my cheek and says, "Gwiyeowo."

This man, albeit partially mobile, still manages to make my insides all warm and fuzzy.

"Ugh, you two are going to give me diabetes," Gia groans as she places a bag on the bed.

"Always a pleasure having your presence here, Gia," Chan retorts. I snort.

"Oh you two think you're funny, huh? Tell me, Chan," Gia makes her way around to the other side of the bed. "Does this hurt?" She lifts his injured arm and lets it drop.

"Ow! Fuck!" Chan hisses in pain.

"Gia, what the fuck's wrong with you?!" I pick up his arm gently and place it over his abdomen. "Are you okay?"

Gia grabs my hand and looks at my knuckles. "What's this?"

"Uhh...." I glance over at Chan.

"Do you want to tell her or should I do the honors?" When I give him a nod of approval, he turns his head. "She punched Jules." Gia's eyes widen at me. "And broke her nose."

"Wow. Just when you know someone," Gia began.

"Hey. She asked for it," I state.

The door opens revealing Han, with another bag. "Hey, you forgot this in the c-" he stops when he sees all three of us. "Uh, what's going on?"

Gia excitedly hops towards him. "Y/N punched Jules and broke her nose!"

I roll my eyes. "Here we go."

"Wow. Really?" Han exclaims, walking over to me. "If only Chan hyung stepped up his game."

"Yah," Chan warns. "I'm already suffering here and you think my girlfriend's punching someone in the face is awesome?!"

Girlfriend.

Han shrugs his shoulders. "I mean she has always been the cool one."

The duo bicker fades as my mind is stuck on one word. He called me his girlfriend. I touch the necklace around my neck. Smiling, I come back to reality as the trio in front of me talk about what to order for food.

"How does pizza sound?"

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It had been several weeks since Chan and I had been back home in our apartment. His arm cast had com

e off a few days ago but his leg cast was still on as he needed to have it on for a few more weeks. He was getting physiotherapy weekly just to keep his muscles relaxed.

The bathroom door opens and he walks out, or rather limp out since he's got the leg brace on now "Babe, have you seen my shirt?"

"Which one?" I ask as I drain the pasta in the kitchen sink.

"The nirvana one."

I peek down and curse under my breath. Of all days, why'd he have to ask now? I touch my necklace, out of habit when I feel the object that's made me think a lot these past few days.

So I take of the necklace just as he comes in the kitchen. "Oh, you're wearing it!"

"There are other shirts, you know," I flex my left hand before turning around.

"Damn."

"What?"

"I'm sorry but how do you expect to react when you wear my clothes?" He groans.

Rolling my eyes, I make him a plate and hand it to him. "Thanks," he says. His eyes widen when he sees my hand. "Wait, is that...?"

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Y/N, are you playing with me? Are my feelings a joke to you?"

Wait, what? "Channie, wha-"

"I have told you so many times that nothing happened between Jules and I. How else can I prove it to you?"

"You're an idiot," I say, going up on my tiptoes and placing a kiss on his lips. "You're an idiot to think I haven't forgiven you."

"Wait, you forgive me?" He blinks at me.

I sigh and let go of him. "I need something sweet before I throw this ring away." I go to turn but he turns me back, caging me in. "What are you doing?"

"The day I gave you that promise ring was also the day I brought something else," he explains as he moves around in the kitchen and opens a cabinet while I'm looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Because," he grunts as he grabs a cereal box from top of the fridge. "I knew I was going to ask you one day."

"What are you doing? Ask me what?"

He fishes out a burgundy velvet box. And I suddenly find it hard to breathe. He walks over to me, and flips open the box revealing a diamon ring with purple gems around it. My favorite color. "Channie, what....what..what?"

He chuckles and grabs my left hand. "I'm not going to lie but when I was at the hospital, all I could think about was how I never gave you a proposal."

He slips on the ring on my finger. It fits snug around my finger. Perfect fit. "My answer would've been the same though."

"Which is?"

"Yes."

A/N: was this cute enough? :/