#technically its been 20 i know but you know what i was cleaning out my drafts and i was not expecting this to blow up help me i stg

[chaosandstardust]

It's been 10 years and how the fuck did Zuko mess up TEA?????

[thejujvtsupost]

My Blood Looks Good On You -> The Beginning

Filling in for a coworker who you moonlight with might lead you directly where you didn’t know you needed.

Notes: F!reader, Pro boxer!Toji, light age gap (Toji is early 30's and reader is mid 20's), pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart), reader is smaller than Toji, reader is a nurse, light violence (boxing injuries). <3 lmk if you want to be added to the tag list!

Technically you weren’t supposed to moonlight, it was against the policy of your job at the hospital to be employed by another healthcare company. Unfortunately you needed the money, so for the last two months you’ve been moonlighting at an independent hospital secretly.

You were careful, no one would find out. Which is why your current situation put you on edge…

Your friend, Shoko, stays on hand at some boxing gym on her days off from the independent facility- and Shoko had the flu and desperately needed you to fill in for her.

“Please? You’re the only other nurse certified for stitches and meds. I’ll do all your charting for a week, it’s just one night. All you have to do is meet up with Geto, he’s got long dark hair and I’ll text him so he’ll wait by the back door for you, then go to the locker room and treat Fushiguro. He’s hard headed and a little cold and barely talks to me but not so bad, and the gig pays more than six shifts combined.

You were helpless, naturally a people pleaser and unable to say no to a friend- or that money. There was a match tonight, someone would no doubt need care. But going to a high profile event would only make it harder for you. What if one of your coworkers saw you? You’d be toast. It would be fine, you just keep your head low and follow directions and nothing would go wrong.

The event already started and was close to finishing by the time you got to the door, and just like Shoko said there was a man waiting for you. “You the nurse?“

“Yes?” You give him your name but its hard to sound confident in front of such a large man and he chuckled at your nervousness.

“I’m Suguru. Relax, you aren’t the one in the ring. Toji’s already taken a few hits so far, might as well get set up in the locker room.”

He lead you through several hallways, the crowd cheering loudly, until you reached the locker room. “Does Mr. Fushiguro know I’m here in Shoko’s place? I don’t know if it makes a difference or if he has a preference- but she said he can be…”

“An asshole? Oh yeah, that’s Toji. But he’s not a bad guy, just a little rough around the edges. If he says something to you just brush it off, though he might not talk to you at all. I told him someone else would be coming but it takes him a while before he accepts newcomers.”

“I was gonna say cold, but thanks for the heads up.”

You set your medical bag on the bench and Suguru wheeled over a cart for you to work off of. “Thank you, anything else I should know about?”

“Don’t be too stiff and professional, he hates that shit. So just relax and do your thing, and don’t stare at his scar too long. I figure you know better as a nurse but it’s worth saying.”

“Got it. Do you have a sink? I’d like a bowl of water just in case I need to clean blood away.”

“You got it, he should be coming back here any minute. He showers first.” You nodded and set your supplies out for easy access, then washed your hands in the sink Suguru used for the water.

The door banged open and the sound of several sets of feet barged into the room afterward like a stampede; everyone trying to get Toji’s attention before they were pushed out by Suguru and another man you didn’t know.

You only got a glimpse of him, but Toji was huge. You didn’t know a guy could get that muscular…

Suguru noticed your face and laughed, “I’ll introduce you, he’s in a good mood too. He won, he always wins but his competitor was tough this match.”

Standing out of the way was a good idea while people in various roles made themselves busy, you made yourself invisible until almost everyone was out and Toji was dressed from the waist down with a towel around his neck and ready for treatment.

And oh… okay, you weren’t prepared for how attractive this man actually was… and you were staring. And by the smirk he was sporting, he noticed.

Thankfully Suguru prevented you from further embarrassment by giving him your name, “This is Shoko’s friend, she’s a trained medic and nurse like Shoko so she’s very capable.”

Toji was eyeing you up, and you did your best to put forward your confidence. “I’d like to disinfect-”

“Do your thing sweetheart, don’t need to explain everything.” He was talking smoothly for someone with a busted lip.

You nodded and ignored your blush at the nickname, and began pulling on gloves. You hated causing anyone pain but the cuts needed cleaned. His occupation meant he probably wouldn’t even flinch but it didn’t help the pit you’d feel in your stomach every time you had to do sutures or disinfectant procedures.

“Turn your head to the left please.”

Toji complied, “You just wanna look at my good side, huh?”

Was he… was he flirting with you? Wasn’t he supposed to be cold and grumpy? You looked to Suguru for help but he seemed amused. “Quit flirtin’ and let her do her job, you’re still bleeding y’know.”

“I think you’re just mad I’m talking her up before you can.”

That made you snort and immediately clear your throat to unsuccessfully cover it. “See? I’m already makin’ her laugh.”

“This is going to sting.” Your hand was ready with a cotton ball of disinfectant for the cut on his temple.

“Not when I’m looking at you- ow! fuck! What the hell is that?”

Suguru couldn’t contain his laughter and it echoed off the lockers. “Mostly alcohol, I have some stick on sutures for it after it’s dry. Other than your lip and temple, is anywhere else hurt?”

Toji waved his hand, “Nah, he didn’t get much of a chance to hit me before I took him out.”

You made quick work of the cut and swapped out your supplies, luck wasn’t on your side though, when you turned around and fell directly into him. Your heads collided (earning a groan from both of you) but he caught you around the waist otherwise. “Fallin’ for me already sweetheart?”

He was definitely flirting with you, Shoko must’ve been joking about him being closed off. “I am so sorry, I can’t believe I just did that- oh god your lip is bleeding everywhere!” You were fiercely embarrassed by your own clumsiness, flustered and trying to free yourself from Toji’s hold but he wouldn’t let go.

“Hey s’not a big deal. I’m hard headed though, you’re not hurt?” He sounded so concerned, so genuine. It made your heart race just the tiniest bit. “Huh…”

You were still too discombobulated to school your demeanor. You’ve never had a problem being professional, this man was effecting you way too much. “What? You gotta let me go so I can go gauze before you die from blood loss!”

“You got my blood on your cheek, it’s kinda hot.”

Yeah, you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. “Oh my god this is a disaster. I’m so sorry, just let me finish up?”

Toji didn’t stop staring at you (which was unnerving) while you finished treating him. “Sorry again! Shoko should be feeling better in a few days, I’ll make sure she knows about your cuts!”

The bag you came in with was packed away and the used materials discarded, without another word you beelined for the door. “Hold it!”

Your body betrayed you and listened. “Suguru get her number. That okay with you sweetheart?” His voice was much softer when directed at you.

You nodded and texted the number Suguru gave to exchange your information, and saved the contact. Technically they could call Shoko if they had concerns but still, she was sick and you were the one that treated him.

When you bid them goodbye and finally made it out in the fresh air you took your first deep breath in what felt like hours.

It was useless, because not two minutes later on your way to the station, someone ran into full force and knocked the wind out of you when you fell.

“Jeez you shouldn’t run-” and truly, you wish you hadn’t looked up.

Because right in front of you- the man that knocked you over while you were holding a full medical bag and wearing a jacket with a different company logo, was your boss. Tonight really wasn’t your night.

Fuck, you were caught.

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[reco-obsessed]

do u have any super awesome reko hcs ?? id like to hear yr thoughts :3

*cracks knuckles*

most of my ideas on her are based on canon, so ive never considered them outlandish enough to call headcanons, but i guess technically pretty much all of my rants about her could be sorted as such, since they try to build on what we already know and extrapolate an analysis. i have too many to list. ill try to compile some here, though. longer ones are under the cut.

i moreso stole this headcanon then made it but i agree that reko cant cook for shit. she lives off takeout and stuff she burnt in the microwave, much to her protective older brother's dismay.

i believe reko was putting on her makeup and styling her hair every morning in chapter 2. again, i stole this one.

i think reko would be really good at video games

reko would be very good at ice skating

despite being good at drawing her eyeliner, i dont think she can draw very well on paper.

reko paints her nails sometimes (she likes the smell) but its always chipped somehow, even if she just painted them.

she doesnt have an extensive (if any) skin care routine (thats more her brothers thing) but she does have a hair care routine after almost frying off all her hair several times trying to bleach it herself. she only dyes her bangs now but she still takes good care of her hair (especially with the way she has to style it everyday).

reko is either out of the bathroom in 2 seconds or she takes an hour because she gets distracted and starts messing with her hair or makeup. it used to drive alice crazy when they both lived with their parents. not now alice, you can go shit in the bushes, reko is using her eyeliner as face paint.

reko tries not to do this when shes working on new songs, but shes the type of person who almost always listening to some kind of music. she loves finding new music and new subgenres.

shes not really a messy person but shes not very neat, either. she usually has trash slowly building up somewhere. nothing 15 minutes of panic cleaning cant fix, but its there.

i think reko made / makes a lot of her own punk clothes and accessories, and generally has frugal habits around her style. it started when she was a teen because her rebelliousness and delinquency led to her being perpetually grounded, so no allowance. shes awful at customer service so she couldnt really get an entry level job. her music wasnt really marketable and she probably didnt have her own band in her younger teens ( i think samurai yaiba was probably only started when she was about to or already graduated high school) so there wasnt much if any income from there. she may have done some odd jobs but they didnt pay much and she was intimidating to people, so it was hard to get gigs. all this led to her getting good at sewing, dying, bleaching and otherwise making her own clothes. probably owns a bunch of pins, studs, and zippers in bulk just to sew onto stuff. i think the same thing applies to her make up- she uses fancier water / sweat proof on stage, but off stage? dollar store eyeliner and foundation. she doesnt care about the risks, she goes through her make up too fast to bother with the fancy stuff.

reko has an impressive memory generally, but when she struggles with it, she makes little songs or rhymes to help her remember (she did this to sometimes help her speed memorize for tests in school. then, she had to whisper-sing it under her breath and swing her foot to the beat and itd be all you could hear in the test room, and shed either get in trouble or just be really embarrassed).

speaking of school, i dont think reko went to college or post secondary school; in ytts theres a whole thing about her hating school. but aside from that, the timing would be really tight. shes canonically 23, samurai yaiba was 2 1/2 years ago, so she wouldve been 20-21, and you graduate high school at 18. i cant say i know a lot about japanese college, but if it has the same status of degrees as in the US, it wouldnt really make sense for her to have gone to college- she was likely a drop out or never went in the first place.

i think reko has some burner account(s) where she dumps experimental music. its not always avant garde, but she likes playing with different genres. the problem is they keep escaping containment, even though shes embarrassed by them and thinks theyre all shit. no one can know about her breakcore album with 6 million views that she made while she was drunk and garage band crashed halfway through so theres weird chunks missing and distorted audio. no one. no one can know about the ska music made. god, not the ska.

reko has theater kid energy to me (both the yabusames do), but i doubt she was ever in any productions. her band/orchestra vibes are stronger and thats probably what she wouldve devoted all her time to instead. maybe, like, one musical, but she mightve not gotten the role she wanted and immediately quit. if she was, she drove everyone up a wall cause she was so hard to work with. shes a natural but she never shows up to any practices and is so easy to piss off, especially during the acting portions. skipping practice isnt a big deal to her because she can memorize things quickly, but it screws all the other actors up. she just isnt a team player (or rather, reko really wasnt a team player in highschool).

reko is a caffeine addict. she has overworking tendencies and i (used to) headcanon her as someone who abstains from alcohol / drugs / etc, so she resorts to coffee instead.

speaking of- i used to strongly believe reko wouldnt be the type to smoke or drink, specifically because i misinterpreted a line she said about her father ('hes not the best at staying true to his convictions, and gives into temptation') as being about addiction, when it was probably just supposed to be about her dad giving into the temptation of trying to make reko famous. looking back on it, thats closer to canon, and with the stress of being in the spotlight at such an early age and her self described 'delinquent phase' it makes a lot of sense to headcanon her as being a smoker or using other stimulants. i still think that you could possibly interpret her dad as having started doing those things at some point once they had surplus money from rekos early career, and i like the details that adds to her character; her trying to rebel from the industry not just out of a growing hate for it from being forced to do it, but also a wake up call for her father and hoping maybe hell stop if she refuses to be an idol anymore. her partially being so high strung later on because she never lets herself off the hook or resorts to substances that could calm her down.

i strongly believe reko has no idea how to actually be friends with people. like, yeah, when you talk to her during discussions she holds conversation pretty well and its not as if people dont want to be her friend or even that shes bad at it- its just that she has no experience. she doesnt know what shes doing. during pretty much the entirety of her developmental years, she was either getting forced into music stuff she didnt wanna do by her father or doing the music stuff she did wanna do. probably the only people she hung out with, if at all, were people she could hop the fence with to skip, and they werent really friends. alice even states himself that she had a habit of pushing people away and was alone.

in the same vein, alice may have dated more people than his far more charismatic sister. i refuse to drop this headcanon because its funny as hell. alice comes off strong, which you think would be a deterrent, but a lot of people are into that. its not as if reko doesnt, herself, but.... she has to deal with sheeping and girls thinking theyre just friends on top of that. moreover, i dont see reko as a flirty person- a lot of side content involves her getting flustered in some way. reko has an awkward flustered streak and it doesnt come out often but when it does it comes out strong, and its easy to find if you know where to look, so to speak. i mean, did you see the way she talked to nao on the 2f landing?

okay, i could keep going, but i ill spare you and stop here. thanks for letting me yap. or, rather, thanks for being my victim. if youve got stockholm syndrome, feel free to ask me for a part 2.

[asp1diske-art]

Your technical skill with lineart and shading is amazing in itself, but it's your ability to convey emotion and atmosphere in your work that is trademark to me :) its incredible how you can show through gesture and body language just what these masked, expressionless characters are feeling, and how the environment itself conveys that. Your lurien comics, especially the one that ends in something along the lines of "I return to the kingdom you abandoned" are I think the spark that made Lurien go from Some Guy to Deeply Interesting for me, and your use of color pop and shaky line contributed so much to the feeling in those comics. You are one of the artists whose skill at evoking emotions I aspire to <3

Oh wow, I've been reading and re-reading this for the last 20 minutes this is amazing.

So, emotions!

If there is one thing I'm proud to have accomplished during my time in Hollow Knight, it's the skill of expressing tone. Because here's the thing, facial expressions are just one of the many components of tone. (I even wrote about this in another ask some time ago.) Colors, gestures, camera angle, lighting, paneling, lines and narration - all of these come together to convey the mood of the scene.

Check out these wips from the Watcher and the Watched comic, for example.

You can see that color played a huge role in setting the atmosphere in the comic. It shows that this comic is taking place in the Watcher's Spire, but it also gives a dark, subdued feeling that wouldn't come from idk, a yellow background. The backlight emphasizes the ominous tone of the last page. As does Lurien's pose - coupled with the butler looking up and Lurien looking down, it makes it look like Lurien is looming over his butler (and the reader). All this builds up to deliver Lurien's lines with maximum impact.

So yeah, a lot goes into conveying tone in comics, and I'm very happy to hear that it was recieved well!!

The Lurien, Dreamer comic. It's almost 2 years old now but it's still one of the favorite comics I drew about him. Together with the City of Tears comic, it's the epitome of my interpretation of Lurien. My characterization of Lurien's relationship with the Pale King was quite different from the usual fanon at the time (I don't know how it is now, I haven't gone into the tags in years haha) and I wasn't really sure how people would take it. So I'm glad to hear that it got you interested in Lurien!

It's the one that took the longest too lol. Usually I draw comics in a single setting, but that one took 3 days. Besides Two Ghosts (which was an 18 chapter+@ comic that was over 50p and took about 2 months), no other comic has broken this record. I put in a lot of care into it, and it still holds a special place in my heart.

Honestly half the reason I use messy, sketchy lines is that I suck at drawing clean lines lmao. But I like to think that I've made the best of it and utilized it as an art style. In that comic especially, because the whole thing takes place in the dream realm and I wanted to give a rough, unreal feel to it.

I'd show breakdowns of this one too but the file is so big it keeps crashing lol. (Pro tip - draw your comic pages in separate files. Don't be like me and draw 300dpi 10p comics with 30 layers in each page in a single canvas. It will crash and you will be sad.) But drawing the White Palace was a interesting challenge because I usually draw in highly saturated colors whereas the Palace is, well, white. So I had to work out a way to color this without making everything looking grey, while also making it recognizable as the palace. iirc I used a lot of overlay & burn & dodge layers along with a few difference & subtract layers to give the white a slight yellow tint to stand out from the dark blue. (I'm pretty sure they're the culprits crashing the file.)

Sorry this got long, I really took this as an invitation to ramble about my art hkfsldjkflj

Thank you for all the compliments! It's an honor to hear that my art could be someone's aspiration, and I'm very happy that all my Lurien art got someone else into Lurien. I hope you have a nice day :D

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

Computer Card Game Things

A lot of this stuff is done in Slay the Spire and its many mods, and a lot more in Hearthstone. Wanted to compile a few ideas about how you can fully utilize the fact that your cards are inside a computer, when you make a computerized card game.

Keeping Track. This is the most basic but often also the most critical with a group. It can make a game like Shadowrift dramatically harder, because if the players forget to have the monsters attack for a turn - a real possibility - it can turn the tide and make what should have been a loss into a win. Even with simpler stuff like damage, it's much more viable to design an encounter with, like, four monsters who have 20+ health each, if you're in a computer game. The counters become a MESS in the real world, and you forget what a card does and have to exhume it from its cairn of damage tokens...It's a whole thing.

"Writing on the card." Ritual Dagger in StS deals +3 damage, permanently, if it scores a kill. So between encounters it maintains this information. And the number on the card just changes.

On-Card Stat Change. Kind of a combination between 1 and 2, StS has Strength and Dexterity as stats that increase damage and block respectively, but you don't have to remember that. If you gain 1 Strength, all your cards' outgoing damage numbers get increased by 1. Clean. User-friendly.

Card Generation. This is technically possible in physical games, through extensive use of a sideboard of special cards that don't exist via the card list but only by being generated.

Gestalt Cards. Death Knight Rexxar lets you shove together two cards into another bigger, meaner card. Of course, this does add their cost together which could be a problem. But it adds together both of their stats and both of their special ability text boxes! It can be absolutely devastating. On top of that, it uses...

Randomized card selection from the full card pool. In Hearthstone one of the points of major chaos is that the cards that seek out a random car don't mean "random within the bounds of your deck." They mean randomized from everything legal that fits the description.

Information that has parameters but is secret to all players. An Animal Welfare encounter is added to the Encounters deck! You could have the equivalent of a Trap card from Yu-gi-oh but neither player would have to know how it's activated. The computer could do that as a neutral arbiter. Thematically I feel like this is much stronger if it is playing the part of "the world" - if it's my deck I want to be able to know what's in it, and if one of the players is adding the card - whether to their own deck or their opponent's - it's natural for them to feel like they should know what they're putting in there. Relatedly...

Shoving cards into each other's decks. The computer lets you reset everyone's deck to where it should be at the end of a match, so you don't have to worry about sleeves, or remembering whose cards are whose.

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

A/N: I broke chapter 20 into 2 parts. It too, was very long.

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3470

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst, slow burn, mention of sex/virginity

----------------------------------------- Chapter 20 Pt. 1 - Confessions

Morning came and went, as did lunch. Dean continued to be considerate toward her which only kept her mind in its battle, as well as her emotions. Her tattoo had finally stopped bothering her. However, she wasn’t sure if that was due to it healing on its own or if it might be connected to what she was since she no longer had a block on her powers. 

She was in her room when Bobby and John got back, moving several objects around at the same time. She figured it would be better to master the one before trying another. When she heard the knock on her door, she made everything move back to their locations before she used her powers to open her door.

“Hey… kiddo…” Bobby said, realizing she’d opened the door from where she sat on her bed.

“Hey Uncle Bobby,” she replied, smiling, sitting forward.

“Looks like you’ve got some things figured out,” he chuckled, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Just that one,” she chuckled in response, “How’d your drive go?” 

“I was stuck in a car with John for two days,” Bobby laughed, “I did fill him in though, on the parts he didn’t know about you. So then, you’ve talked to her?”

Maria bit her lip, a little nervously, “Yeah. She’s nice Uncle Bobby. It’s hard for me to remember that she’s an angel and not just another human.”

Bobby sighed a little, remembering back, “She was like back then too. That book any help?”

She looked over it on her night table, “Sort of. The technical stuff is annoying though. I’d let you read it, but I found out it’s in Enochian,” she chuckled before looking back at him.

“Enochian huh?” he chuckled and shook his head a bit, “You ready for tonight?” he asked, a bit more seriously than before.

“Yes. I’ll be glad when it’s over and that demon gets his just deserts so he can never hurt anyone again,” she replied, finally feeling confident about something.

“Glad to hear that. We’ll go after dinner. John’s letting the other three know. I want to get cleaned up,” he told her before heading out of her room.

There were unspoken things they were both thinking about. The biggest one, was what would happen next after Azazel was taken care of, would they keep hunting or would they try for a normal life? That thought bothered her, especially with what Mari had said, that Sam and Dean were being manipulated by something powerful. She had hoped Mari would have told her what it was or at least would have said if it was Azazel but she hadn’t. The way Mari had talked, it had to of been something else. 

She sighed and flipped the dime up in the air, moving it around again, then smiled a little. Something so small, and not in size, but in gesture, the dime from Dean the day before. She hadn’t stopped using it. He’d never given her anything before and something about that dime he’d offered her the day before made her happy. 

Dean still hadn’t figured out how to apologize to her. He’d been thinking about it since she’d said it the night before. Now, he was also thinking that this whole Azazel thing would finally be over, his mother finally getting justice. Jess and Sam were having their own little conversation at one of the library tables. He didn’t want her to be there; she wanted to watch, and she wasn’t backing down.

He got up from the table and headed to Maria’s room, curious to see her door open. Dean glanced in to see what she was up to, then smiled. There she was, sitting on her bed leaning against the headboard. She had a soft smile that matched her expression, and she looked more relaxed than he’d seen her. That was when he noticed the dime moving around her room. He chuckled quietly and shook his head a little, feeling almost happy that she’d not only kept it but was still using it to practice with.

The moment she noticed him peeking in her doorway, the dime bounced off his forehead and hit the floor, making him laugh, hard while she was quickly off of her bed and in front of him, apologizing.

“It’s just a dime,” he said through fits of laughter.

“I still feel bad,” she grumbled as she picked it up off the floor.

“You’ve gotten really good at that, moving it around,” he told her, smiling but getting his laughter under control, “Can I come in?”

She tilted her head a bit, puzzled, “Uh, sure,” she replied, sitting back down on her bed.

Dean took a deep breath and joined her, although he sat on the edge of the bed and looked more at the floor. He sat in silence for a while, trying to find some courage, wishing he’d had a shot or two before he decided to go to her room.

“You okay?” she asked, seeing his demeanor.

“I’m not good at this… so uh, just… lemme get it out, before you say anything,” he told her, feeling knots in his stomach.

Maria furrowed her brow in mild confusion, but leaned back against her headboard and sighed a little, “I can do that,” she replied, her tone softer than she realized.

This was the moment of truth for him and knew he could easily screw it up if the wrong thing came out, which he didn’t want to happen. He was more of a physical type, letting his actions show what he felt. Normally he used words to push people away with anger, not get closer. He wished he could just kiss her, let her feel what he wanted to say but she wasn’t like that. She needed the words because she had Sensory Processing Sensitivity, and he’d spent their entire lives being somewhat of a jerk toward her.

“I’m sorry,” he finally sighed, letting his head fall forward a little as he leaned on his knees with his forearms.

She tilted her head but didn’t say anything, not sure what he was apologizing for. Maria wanted to ask him what it was for, even opened her mouth slightly for a moment, before closing it again, trying to be patient.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk, just wanting to fight with you from the day we met, for calling you my rival. For a long time, I just wanted to hate you, for being better than me, at everything,” he paused and chuckled a little, “Hell, it was easier to hate you.”

Maria felt goosebumps run down her body, thankful she was wearing her flannel and he wouldn’t have been able to see, even if he’d been looking at her. She bit her bottom lip nervously and it almost felt like butterflies were dancing around in her stomach.

Dean let out a sigh, more out of relief that she hadn’t gone off on him or yelled or told him to get out of her room, even if he couldn’t look over at her. He rubbed the back of his neck before he continued, “Then, one day things just changed. I don’t even know how to explain it,” he smiled, remembering back to that Thanksgiving morning. She was messing with his brother, smiling and laughing, and making apple pie, the light danced along her face and hair in a way that had made her something new to him.

She just watched him, her lips slightly parted, Jess’s words mixing in her head along with his. Dean looked so vulnerable right now, a side of him that she’d never seen before and it made her bite her lip to keep from smiling. She didn’t want him to think she thought what he was saying was funny. Maria also found it a bit hard to take a deep breath the longer he spoke. She wanted to ask him so badly but had told him she wouldn’t interrupt.

So far so good, he thought to himself, not daring to look at her. He knew he’d be too distracted by her eyes and the softness of her expression to continue and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from kissing her. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I like you…” he finally confessed, quietly.

Maria had no idea what to even say. Anger would have been easier, which did flash across her face for a moment. She could have yelled at him for eavesdropping on what was said when he was supposed to be in the kitchen. Then she bit her lip, nervously again and looked down at the mattress between them. 

“Please say something…” she heard him say quietly, still not looking over at her, but there was worry in his words.

She sighed quietly and debated her own response. She didn’t want to hurt him but also wanted to help lighten the heaviness that had settled around them, “I was just waiting, like you asked,” she replied, and he caught the playfulness in her tone.

He had to smirk at that, daring to glance over her. She was smiling a little and he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look back at the floor, taking a deep breath. Maria narrowed her eyes a bit, trying to figure out what was going through his head, “I uh… I like you too… when you aren’t being a jerk,” she confessed quietly as she looked down at the mattress between them again.

This time he did look over at her, more surprised than anything. His little brother had been right all along, and she had admitted it. He almost felt as though he’d explode with excitement. It took him a moment to really take in her expression, realizing she looked almost worried. Dean smiled softly and scooted a little closer to her before he reached out and caressed her cheek.

She jumped a little and moved her head back, away from his touch, more surprised at the tenderness of it as she looked up at him. He saw the fear in her eyes, and he wanted to reassure her that she didn’t have to feel that way. Dean took a deep breath as he set his hand back in his lap, “I’m not gonna hurt you, at least not on purpose. I can’t help my smartmouth sometimes, but just know, I’m only trying to get you to smile,” he told her softly.

Maria half smiled and looked away from him. She’d never felt like this before and had no idea how to tell him anything she was feeling. She barely managed a deep breath, “Dean, I just… I don’t know how to do this,” she told him, gesturing between the two of them.

A puzzled look crossed his face, brows furrowed, “You’ve been with a guy before, right?” he asked.

That was when she blushed and turned her head, hoping he wouldn’t see her embarrassment as she shook her head. Too many remarks went through Dean’s mind as he pulled his lips between his teeth to keep them from coming out, even making himself look up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath before he looked down at his hands, then at her, debating his next words. 

“If it’s not too personal, how come?” he finally asked her, somehow managing to keep the smirk off his lips.

“Never had time,” she told him quietly, “I was too busy chasing down leads on Azazel.”

He tilted his head a bit, wondering how that would have stopped her from having a little fun along the way, “Is that the only reason?” he asked, still puzzled.

“Yeah. I never thought about it. I uh… I was in a really bad place after my dad passed, probably worse than when John lost your mom,” she replied quietly.

Dean could relate to that and it made him want to reach out to her again but with how she’d reacted earlier, he didn’t. He considered what to say though, “It’ll be over tonight. He won’t be able to hurt any of us again.”

She glanced over at him, “He won’t but… he still has his lackeys that we’ll have to worry about. At least they won’t be as strong though,” she replied, half-lidded eyes due to worry. 

He realized she had changed the subject, rather calculated at that and he sighed, “Look, I’m not gonna push you. I just wanted you to know I was sorry for how I treated you and that I like you. I’m here though, if you need anything,” he told her before standing up. Then, he leaned down kissing the top of her head, and headed out to the library.

She may have flinched away from his touch but she at least liked him, which was more than he’d hoped for, so was smiling from ear to ear as he rounded the corner of the library, practically skipping up the stairs. Sam, Jess, Bobby, and John were all sitting there, talking about this and that but the moment Dean entered, they just watched him for a moment.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” John chuckled.

“And why shouldn’t I be? We’re taking out Azazel tonight,” he played it off.

Jess and Sam tried not to chuckle, let alone laugh, but a small chuckle came out of both of them, “Yeah, sure,” Bobby scoffed playfully, then it turned into a chuckle.

“How’d it go with Maria?” Jess asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

“Went fine,” he replied casually, sitting down, still smiling like a teenager.

“Looks like more than fine,” Sam teased him.

“So, are you two dating yet?” Jess asked him.

Dean almost choked at her question, coughing a bit, “Geeze Jess. No, we aren’t dating.”

The four of them erupted in playful laughter and Dean rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna go get dinner started,” he grumbled a little before he walked off.

Maria slipped on her blue flannel, leaving it unbuttoned, then headed out of her room. She could tell where everyone was at, being able to sense them, so just went through the war room to the kitchen. She also knew that the four of them watched her, even if she didn’t look over at them. She’d decided to at least attempt to explore the emotions she couldn’t describe that came from her thoughts about Dean. They also came up whenever he was around her now. Monsters were easy for her to deal with. So was facing what she was. Whatever this was that she felt for Dean, she had no clue what it meant or why she was feeling it. She’d never even looked into relationships.

“Want some help?” she asked quietly from the doorway of the kitchen, looking more at the floor. She always had confidence, at least with everything but these emotions that all centered around Dean.

He felt his heart skip a beat, hearing her, and when he looked at her, he had to force himself not to go and just hold her. “I’d love your help,” he replied.

She took a deep breath but it came out shaking, “How can I help?” she asked, almost shyly, slowly letting her eyes look up at him.

He realized it wasn’t him she was afraid of, it was her emotions, the feeling of uncertainty, so he smiled softly at her, “You could wrap up the potatoes so they can go in the oven,” he replied.

Maria managed a small smile and walked over to the sink, looking for the potatoes, then frowned not seeing them there. She looked at Dean, somewhat puzzled before heading to the shelf and grabbing enough for each person to have one. He chuckled to himself while he seasoned the steaks. She washed and set up the potatoes, the two of them working together silently. Dean was just happy that she had made the move to be in the kitchen with him instead of shying away or putting up that hard shell again. 

“Did you need help with anything else?” she asked, again shyly. She was so unsure of how to even act around him at the moment and it frustrated her. 

“Wanna put ‘em in the oven and set a thirty-minute timer?” he asked.

Dean was standing in front of the counter on the other side of the oven. She pursed her lips together as she glanced over at him, “Sure…” she answered.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her movements were slow but fluid as she took care of what he’d asked. Her softness made him smirk a little, happily. Dean moved around her as he got the pan on the oven for the steaks. She had to take a deep breath when he got as close as he did to her and it took everything in her not to shy away from him. She set the timer and moved over to the sink, putting a few feet between them. 

It didn’t go unnoticed either and he sighed a little, “Hey, thanks for the help,” he told her as he started the steaks.

She grumbled, feeling bad for feeling things she didn’t understand, “I told you I don’t know how to do this,” she told him shyly, and quietly.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at her.

Maria chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she looked at the floor again, “I don’t even know how to explain how I feel, okay?” she replied, trying not to sound frustrated.

Realization finally dawned on Dean, which made him chuckle with understanding, “It’s called having a crush on someone.”

She knew she liked him but had never equated it to having a crush, thinking it was more because he had stopped being an ass, “You mean like what Jess and Sam have?” she asked, still somewhat puzzled.

Dean tried not to laugh, but it came out anyway, “No. Those two are like lovebirds. It’s way past a crush for them. Pretty sure he’s gonna propose to her, if I’m reading it right,” he explained as he cooked.

Maria looked over at the entryway for the kitchen. She couldn’t see out to where they were sitting in the library but her mind was mulling over what he’d said, “So… how…” she sighed, not even sure how to word her question.

He debated his next statement, not wanting to push her, “Well, you gotta decide if you wanna explore it, with your crush, let ‘em get close. It means you’d have to let your guard down.”

She felt a sense of panic at those words. Maria had had a hard exterior shell up for so long, especially when it had come to Dean, that she wasn’t sure how to even let it down. Dean glanced over at her, wanting to hold her but didn’t. He let the silence between them fall. It wasn’t uncomfortable for him as he focused on the steaks. Maria on the other hand sighed and went and sat at the kitchen table, needing more space between them to breathe.

“Hey, take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart,” he told her without turning to look at her.

Maria felt that wave of guilt wash over her again and stared at the table. She wanted to ask him why he was being like this with her but she knew what he’d say. Her mind again remembered what he had said the other day, that she had him at apple pie, still frustrated she didn’t understand what he meant.

When he put the last round of steaks on he grabbed two beers out of the fridge, popping the top on hers before he set it in front of her on the table. She managed a half smile and thanked him, taking a sip. Dean began setting the table while she sat there sipping her beer, leaving her to her thoughts and emotions. He’d said all he could, now it was up to her. When the timer dinged on the oven he pulled out the potatoes and hollered for the others to join them.

Dinner was somewhat quiet. They could tell something was on Maria’s mind but with everything she had on her plate, so to speak, they weren’t entirely sure what it was and didn’t want to push either. There was also a buzz of excitement and anticipation with what was to come after dinner, finally dealing with Azazel, on their terms. That was what Maria had decided to focus on, at least for now, pushing aside everything having to do with Dean and Zamariel. She even managed to smile again as well as relax a bit. 

----------------------------------------- Chapter 20 Pt. 2 - Azazel

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[slytherinshua]

SKATE INTO MY HEART

genre. fluff. skater au. meetcute kinda? warnings. kissing. reader falls off their skateboard once. i know nothing about skateboarding but i tried to do some research for this lmfao. pairing. changyun x reader. wc. 1.5k. a/n. guys im officially whipped asf for etion its not even funny anymore

Unlike most of your friends, you liked getting up early. Not just waking up early only to go back to sleep, but doing things in the early hours of the morning. 

You liked the cool chill of the morning air and the fresh crisp dewy smell of the wet grass. You liked the walk you took to the skatepark when the sky was still a dusky blue and the sun hadn’t even fully awoken yet.

But, most of all, you liked the welcome solitude of the skatepark in the early morning. You had been skeptical of skateboarding as a hobby when you were little. It looked boring and dangerous and even lame to you 12 year old brain. 

Your older brother had loved it, though, and in an attempt to spend more time with him, you picked it up too. Turns out, skateboarding wasn’t as lame as you thought. The adrenaline rush you felt as the breeze blew through your hair and you felt like you were going a mile a minute was addicting. The satisfaction of cleanly landing a hard trick was like no other. 

What had first been an attempt at finding an activity to do with your brother quickly turned into 15 long years of skating. And now, you still kept it as a side hobby to relax before a long work day.

It was one of those mornings where you felt like nothing could possibly go wrong. It was the perfect temperature— chilly, but comfortable with a hoodie on— and the light rain the day before left the outside world fresh and clean.

You got up at 5 AM and were already on your way to the skatepark at 5:20. You wore jeans and a simple hoodie to keep warm and comfortable, hair tied up so it wouldn’t get in your face. You had been working on a trick called the laser flip for a couple weeks now. It was technically challenging, and it had been nothing but failures so far. But you still worked on it, determined to master it eventually.

Nothing could possibly interrupt the idyllic morning. You were already planning it in your head. You would arrive at the skatepark and skate for an hour and blissful seclusion, then stop by a coffee shop on your way to work. You felt as if you could even handle your boss’s yelling today and not even flinch. You felt amazing.

Well, until the first part of your plan fell apart.

As the skatepark came into your view, it was immediately clear that there was already someone skating there. Really? At 5:30 in the morning!?

You sighed heavily at the sight and debated turning back around to go home. You hated conversing with other skaters or even sharing the space. You didn’t like to have to be cautious of other people using the same space. More often than not, it ended in ruined tricks and frustration.

Not to mention that most of the skaters you had encountered in your town were smoking and high all the time. It was just better if you didn’t mix with that crowd.

But you really wanted to be able to skate this morning, so you trudged along the path, setting your skateboard down when you were almost to the park and skating the rest of the way.

At first, you tried to ignore the other person there. You didn’t pay any attention to him or his rather impressive ollie 540, which he landed cleaner than you had ever seen. Okay, maybe you paid a little attention to him. You shook your head and focused back on your own skating, though. Just because he’s a good skater doesn’t mean that you wanted to converse with him.

You attempted your laser flip again, positioning your feet in the right place and executing a frontside shuvit and a heel-flip to lift yourself up in the air. You almost landed it, really. It was so close to being a perfect land.

But instead, that stupid guy from across the skatepark had made eye contact with you at just that moment, flashing a pretty smile at you, causing you to lose focus and trip over the board on your way down.

The guy halted abruptly when he saw you fall and hurried over. He knelt down to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere and held out his hand for you to grab to help stand up.

You had always been petty and in the moment you felt like it was entirely his fault that you hadn’t landed the laser flip. You brushed his hand away and stood up on your own, brushing off your hands and jeans.

“That’s a shame. Your technique was pretty solid. You could’ve landed it smoothly.” He said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Up close, you could see every detail of his face. His high cheekbones and pointy chin. His smooth skin and piercing dark eyes. He must’ve caught you taking a glance at him because his lips curved upwards into a sweet smile. You could see how perfectly his smile lines appeared on his face and how his lips didn’t quite meet all the way when spread into the heart-fluttering gesture.

“I would’ve landed it if I hadn’t gotten distracted.” You muttered, feeling your ego bruise at embarrassing yourself in front of him, clearly the better skater of the two of you. 

He let out an amusement scoff, and got back on his board, calling out a clear, “Try it again!” as he skated a bit away.

You sighed when you realized that he had stopped once he got to the other end and was now sitting on his board, staring intently at you, waiting for you to make the move.

Your plan had originally been to go home after that embarrassing fall, but now that the handsome guy was waiting for you to try to laser flip again, you felt like you had no choice. You took a breath and got back on your board.

You felt nervous that someone was watching you. You had barely even taken skating lessons in your years of skating, learning mostly with your brother, through trial and error, and with YouTube. It certainly didn’t help that the person watching you was someone you found extremely attractive.

But as you bent your knees, and caught his smile from the corner of your eyes, you felt a surge of confidence. You jumped, feeling the adrenaline rush in the pit of your stomach, your skateboard flipped in the air, and you landed cleanly.

You beamed and your eyes immediately went in search of him. He was smiling too, his pearly teeth out on display and his eyes shining with an unmistakable message. He was proud of you. You skated over to him and sat down next to him.

“I’ve been struggling with that for weeks. I didn’t expect to suddenly get it today.” You said with a laugh.

“I guess I’m a good luck charm, then.” He said smoothly, “I’m Changyun by the way.”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n… Can I treat you to coffee?”

//

“When you tripped, I couldn’t help myself! You almost fell on your face!” You giggled.

Changyun looked offended, “So you would’ve just stood there and laughed at me even if I fell flat on my face?”

“It’s only ‘cause I adore you.” You said quickly, attempting to save yourself from the trap you had put yourself in. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, staring into his eyes until the hurt look in his eyes faded into love.

“Next time you fall off your board, I have the right to laugh, though.” He said quickly. Clearly there was still an ounce of hurt left in him, but you knew how to get rid of it.

“Okay, baby. Sure. Laugh all you want.” You moved one of your hands from his cheek to his shoulder, leaning in until your lips met his soft ones.

Changyun loved to kiss you and he easily melted into it, his lips moving against yours gently. His hands slipped to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and once you broke the kiss to catch your breath, he continued a trail of kissing by your lips and up your cheek until you were giggling from the ticklish feeling and pulling away. You rested your forehead against his, your heart racing in sync with his.

“I think your skateboard ran away from you.” You whispered, eyes glancing behind your boyfriend to where his black skateboard was, indeed, slowly rolling away.

Changyun smiled, on the verge of a laugh, “It always ruins the moment.” He gave one more short kiss to your lips before breaking the close embrace and jogging off to stop his board.

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[antvnger]

Hi! First off, your remember the anon that asked about if it was weird that her brother was dating an 18 year old while he's in his late 20s? (Early thirties starting next week.) Well, that was me, Spider-Man Anon. Second, I should probably update you on things. The girl is nice and cool. However, now, there is talk about her moving with us now. Which I would be fine with, her being from a toxic home and all. However, they're rearranging my sister's old room to put her stuff in and I have to take some of my sister's stuff to put in my room. We have to put the cats somewhere else now and it's a mess. Spent the last few hours cleaning out my room to put my sister's stuff in. I know it's been three years and I should be one hundred percent okay with this, but I'm not. I'm not ready do something like this with my sister's room. Sadly, I don't think my family gets that. I've already expressed that, but my brother is more concerned about his girlfriend. Which is fair. My mom's more understanding, but caters more to my brother's whims and is more excited about a possible grandbaby. Because the girlfriend has mentioned that as a goal of hers, a family. It's only been like three months and she's not out of school yet! Am I right to be freaking out or am I making this too much about me?

Wow. Uhhhhhh…gosh, Spider-Man Anon, this is a lot to unpack.

First of all, I mean, yeah, I’m concerned about this relationship too, especially the age difference and how fast it’s going. But they’re both adults, technically, and they’re allowed to make these decisions.

I don’t think it’s the best one from what little I know, but I’ve seen age difference relationships that last. I don’t know, buddy, it’s hard to gauge based on what I do and don’t know…

But I think it’s normal to be freaking out about this.

Secondly, I’m sorry that all of this is happening while you’re not comfortable with it or ready for it. Grief is a strange thing to wrestle with sometimes, and I kinda think if we could have our way…or if grief could have its way…we’d not move out of it, fearing that doing so means we’re leaving the loved one behind. But that’s not the case at all. Grief doesn’t equal love. Love is greater. Let go of the grief and let the love linger.

And sometimes, I think we need a push to help us out of our grief. We don’t ever feel ready to move forward until we have to. I know this hurts, and I know it’s hard. And I’m so sorry. Try to see this as an opportunity to grow and move beyond grief. Leave the grief behind and learn how to love your sister again without grief weighing you down.

I hope this helps, Spider-Man Anon. And good luck.

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ Francis Forever (chapter 17)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

warnings- swearing, angst, mentions of miscarriage, confused feelings, some kissing (some smut not really its like 2 seconds), REALLY EMO

a/n- guys....we have reached the final chapter of Forever And A Day, oh my god. Ive worked on this story since January, its very dear to me, Thank you for everyone who tagged along. I love you so much! there will still be an Epilogue posted as well. Enjoy the chapter angels

-nini

Your feet led you down to the kitchen, where your mom was currently cleaning.

"hi honey" she mumbled, not turning around to see you as she scrubbed the top of the stove.

"hey.." you walk over, opening the fridge and looking for something to snack on. Granted- there was something made for breakfast but you hadn't woken up until 12pm. Technically, it was now lunch.

"do you want me to make you something?"

You peer over to your mom whos putting things away in the storages

"no thats okay" you grab a sleeve of crackers from the cabinet and some cream cheese, opting to sit at the kitchen island with your sad "meal"

"thats not lunch, missy" your mother scolded as she turned to you finally

"meh" you shoved the cracker in your mouth as you watched her grab her coat from the hanger. "where are you going?" you spoke with a full mouth.

"I have to run to the store"

"didnt you just go the other day?"

Your mom peered over her shoulder, waiting a moment "yes...but, I forgot to grab...uh....planter feed, for my little window plants" she nodded over in the direction of them.

"okay....can I come?" you mumble, throwing another dry cracker into your mouth.

"no" she laughed, making you look up

"what, why?"

"because" she began to ramble "well...I love you but Ive spent every minute with you this week, its good to be alone for a few hours"

You raised an eyebrow as if you didnt believe her.....because you didnt. "okayyy..." your voice dragged out

"ill be back in no time, no worried dear." she grabbed her bag and walked to the door, "ill bring you back a coffee" she winked as she left.

Once you heard the door lock, you stood up, licking the cream cheese off your fingers.

why was she in such a hurry to be gone?

Your feet wandered over to the little plant cabinet she had, opening it to see a freshly stocked basket of soil feed packets. Of course she was lying.

She was probably looking for an excuse to see that guy shes been talking to for months now. Why would she lie though? does she think you couldn't handle it?

Chosing to ignore it, you picked up her cat and made your way upstairs to your room, sitting down at your desk.

These days you werent out much, last time you saw other people was 2 days ago when you went to go grab the mail from the mailbox in the pouring rain. Nonetheless, you still loved to get yourself dolled up as if you were going out.

You applied some makeup, carefully drawing out your eyeliner to a sharp point. The way you applied your face could be compared to how you applied yourself to everything else in life- strict and neat, and you hated when you had a smudge

You pushed through your makeup bag, searching for a certain lipstick that you are now realizing you left back in Paris.

"that was $20" you sigh, standing up to wander to your moms room. Surely she has something to use, shes always been one to paint her face, she used to let you play "makeover" when you were young, which might be why you love it so much now. It was always enjoyable, even if you made her look like a clown a bit.

You wondered where she would keep her makeup, as it wasnt in her bathroom. A quick scan around the room brought you over to her vanity drawers.

"ahh, there we go" you happily looked at all of the collective lipsticks and palettes sprawled out in front of you. You grasped a few of them to look for one you would use, when your eyes fell onto a folder underneath all it.

Pulling it out and carefully looking inside, because you were snoopy even with your mothers belongings, you saw what appeared to be a booklet of Polaroid photos.

You giggled softly at the cute older photos of your mom when she was younger, the silly gestures in the photos reminded you that she too is human and has her own emotions.

You came across a specific one in the pile where your mom was looking out the window in her old apartment, obviously pregnant.

that was you.

Smiling softly, you slid through the last bits before picking up one that made your breath hitch.

Your dad.

She still kept every photo. Hidden.

Photos of your dad sitting on the deck of the house with newborn you resting on his chest, photos of him not knowing your mom was even there while he did tiny activities, like fixing or repainting something.

It was so real and so raw, and you wanted to criticize your mother for keeping all of these, because as you looked at his face, you felt nothing but anger.

But you had to remember she spent a majority of her life with him...she had a kid with him....and you almost felt a sense of sympathy for her and the life she thought she would have with him.

He ruined so many things and even after all of that, she cant toss the photos.

Its never really over, huh?

-

You knew deep down that you should've respected your moms privacy and left the room, considering you were only on the look for a lipstick.

But you found yourself still digging an hour later, looking at photos and notes and everything in between. In a way, you felt like the snooping mom looking into her daughters room.

Perhaps you shouldnt have, but you took one of the photos and kept it for yourself. It was of your mom, she had to have been your age in it, and she was standing in front of the old ice cream place she always took you to before it got demolished.

She looked so happy and pure, she had that gleam in her eyes that you struggle to find in her nowadays.

You put the photo into your bag, making sure it was flat and not bent.

With any lesson learnt from your parents, its that your biggest fear is to spend your life in the wrong situation, trying to make it work only for it to end up as the opposite, and leave you with a broken heart.

But on the other hand, you also realize that you dont want to be like your mom, although you admire and adore her, you want to find your place so desperately, and not let any opportunity go to waste.

The doorbell downstairs rang, startling you a little as you rose to your feet, trying to head down quickly.

"coming!" you shout, your bare feet leading you to the locked door. You open it and see a young man with a pizza in his hand. "oh!"

He bows his head polietly, "Hi, pizza for Y/N?"

You almost laugh, "ah...I didnt order anything?"

you thought for a moment and considered that your mother probably ordered it for you, knowing that your choice of meal this morning was crackers and cream cheese.

"its already paid for" he spoke again

"im sorry but-" you sigh "okay....thanks?" you reach out, almost burning your hands at how warm the box was. You dropped it off on the kitchen counter and looked at it.

It was cheese and bacon, your favorite, how did your mom know that?

"should I trust this?" you looked down at the cat crawling over your feet, she smelled the yummy food just above and was trying to access it.

Before you could grab your phone to call her, you heard the doorbell ring again. "seriously...?"

once more, your feet dashed you over as you opened the door, assuming it would be another delivery. You dropped your phone onto the floor as the person standing in front of you turned around.

"I hope you are open to sharing that pizza" Taehyung spoke quietly, a small smile on his face.

"what are you doing here....?" you looked at him like a deer in headlights; scared, relieved, shocked, happy all in one.

He calmed his expression and stepped a bit closer, "can I come in?"

You stepped back and thought for a moment

"please....?" he persisted

"y-yeah..yeah come in" you stepped away and watched him slowly enter the house, taking his shoes off before turning back to you. He didnt have a moment to speak before you threw yourself into his chest, wrapping him up into a tight hug.

His arms snaked around you, pulling you closer as both of your breathing became uneven.

"i-im so sorry...i missed you a lot and I havent texted and, fuck, youre here and im so-"

"shhh...shhh" his hand held your nape as you looked at you, forehead against yours, "dont apologize its okay"

"but-"

"no...lets just go sit down and talk" he whispered, rubbing your back.

You exhaled shakily "okay"

You led him over to the kitchen, still in absolute shock at the fact he is here with you right now. All of the guilt began to seep back in the moment you saw his face.

You took a seat at the counter and looked at him, the sun peaking in through the blinds, leaving stray lines of orange through the room.

He smiled and looked around, pulling the seat out next to you as he sat down.

"So.." you looked at him, swallowing harshly. "wh-"

"your mom called me" he spoke honestly, sitting down and shielding the sun with his hand. "I was worried sick about you, I cant lie"

Yep. Guilt.

"and I didnt wanna bother you, but she called me and said that you wanted to see me so..." he smirked a little, looking down.

You sigh loudly, "oh tae.....i never told her to tell you to come...."

He laughed, throwing his head back "ah I figured sort of...I knew you would have probably texted me yourself"

You nod, stomach fluttering at the sound of his amusement. "yeah..'m sorry for not texting, that was really shitty of me Tae"

"dont apologize, youve gone through a lot, I understand its not easy to jump back in yet...and thats okay." he whispered "but...how are you? what are you feeling?"

"right now? im....im honestly really happy you showed up...."

"yeah?"

You nod, "mhm, i, er, missed you" you fumbled with your words, not wanting to sound needy or desperate.

"I missed you too" his response was quick.

you both looked at eachother for a few moments silently, before you spoke up, "you ordered that pizza, didnt you?"

He began to laugh, "yeah I did"

"I knew my mom wouldnt know I liked bacon...." you giggled, he moved a little closer and smiled.

"and listen, im not here to course you to coming back to Busan, I just wanted to come check on you...because you know I love you always"

You felt your face heat up, "I know...I know tae, I love you too."

"how are you physically?" he spoke quietly

Shrugging, you answered truthfully, "I think Im okay....my body is beginning to go back to normal, so....."

"good, thats good" he nods

"mhm...im glad I have my mom, but I really did miss having you nearby, and I know you dont want to hear it but I have to say it" you mumbled

"you can talk, y/n"

"im so sorry...for everything....its not fair-"

"but-"

"just listen please, its not fair...what I did to you, and I shouldnt have left, that was so shitty to leave you back in Paris knowing you were hurting too"

His face softened

"and what I did has been haunting me so much that I was afraid to contact you in fears you resented me....in fears that perhaps you hated me now-" your voice choked

"y/n, no, no," he grabbed your hands, "I could never hate you....never ever" he whispered moving to see your eyes, "listen to me, It was a bad situation, and perhaps we could have done better, yes, but stop apologizing for dealing with grief."

He wiped the tear stain on your cheek, holding your face close to his, whispering, "does your mom still have popsicles in the freezer?"

The random question made you laugh, "what?"

"this is serious, y/n, does she?"

"I- I think?" you stood and watched him search, successfully finding them. "why?"

He smirked, "you know why" he grabbed 2 and held your hand, bringing you upstairs to your room, opening the window and climbing out to the ledge of the roof

A place you two always sat during your high school days...with popsicles.

"ohh...." you giggled, now understanding his method to the madness.

"been a longgg time since we sat here, why didnt we do it when we visited a few months ago?" he smiled, opening the wrapper and licking the watermelon pop

"Im not sure..." you opened your own, happy that the sun wasn't directly on you two anymore.

Taehyung laid back against the roof, eyes on you from behind. Its been so long since hes seen you, and with every passing day he grew more impatient.

When he got the phone call from your mom, he knew it was mostly her doing, but he was not about to pass up a free opportunity to see you, even knowing the risk of you despising him was still high.

He wanted to call you beautiful, the way the orange sky illumintaed on your skin, it blended perfectly, it was straight out of a disney Princess movie.

He had no clue as to what label you two stood as, was it okay to call you baby? there was never an official breakup. Was it too much to want to kiss you as soon as he saw your face? his body yearned for you in every way, he missed the feeling of your hand in his and your body on his chest at night.

He missed all of you, and it hasnt even been that long.

"you know..." he began, closing his eyes, "Im starting to think im a bit too dependent on you" his voice was teasing,

"why do you say that?" you looked back at him, licking the popsicle.

He shrugged, smirking, "just cant seem to stay away...."

"i dont understand you" you laugh, looking forward again. "ive been such an ass, Taehyung"

"youre not an ass you just feel things deeply and I love that about you"

"is this some kind of kink?" you joke, watching him laugh

"maybe?"

You shake your head as you continue to eat the pop, "I dont shame"

He looked up at the sky, glaring at a plane flying across. He wondered if you two could be seen from the window.

He wondered how tiny and insignificant you would appear to the passengers aboard, who had no idea what situation you both were dealing with, like how he didnt know what they were dealing with.

Life is weird like that.

What problems you have and seem huge may seem meaningless to others, or how from space, you are the size of a grain of salt. It puts things into perspective, and over the past few weeks, hes been thinking about everything deeply and truly....deciding that although it may change nothing, seeing you was the best option.

"Tae?" you spoke, noticing how quiet he got

"remember when we were 16 and it was Easter? My family was over with yours, and you and I climbed up here after dinner and tried to smoke my dads cigarettes for the first time?" he laughed at the memory

You smile, "I smoked it wrong and began to choke"

You both were giggling again now

"you almost swallowed it, how does one fuck up smoking so badly?"

You nudge him, "hey!"

He shrugged, still smiling

"you are quite the smoker yourself now, huh?"

"I grew up with him smoking so yeah, I sort of picked up on it"

You nod, listening

"you hate it though, right?" he smirked

"well you are a grown man, you can chose to do as you please"

"oh cmon dont play coy, you know you would never give up a chance to scold me for it"

"yeah youre right" you sigh at his knowingness "I worry about your lungs!" you tease

"my lungs are okay" he smiled as you laid down on the roof next to him, the sun casting both of your shadows behind you.

"you dont know that!"

"trust baby, if anything was wrong youd be the first to know"

You froze after he called you baby, it wasn't like you two had been gone for years, but neither of you had been lovey in over a month, it felt almost foreign, almost wrong.

He wasnt going to apologize, it did slip, but did he regret it?

nope.

His eyes scanned over yours, softly and lovingly as he moved his hand over your hair, pushing it out of your eyes.

You stared at him, an expression reading shock. He pulled away slightly

"am I making you uncomfortable?" he seemed worried that he stepped too far, scaring you.

"n-no!" you spoke, reaching for his hand. "it just feels odd you know? its not you, its just...."

"been a while" he finished for you

"yeah..."

You still felt safe with him, how could you not?

You didnt want him to make the assumption that you were not okay with his touch anymore, because that definitely was not the case.

You slowly cuddled closer to him, both of you laid on your backs as your head rested on his shoulder, his head leaning against yours.

Both of your lips were painted pink and red from the popsicles, it made you smile.

The sky above you two seemed so big, so endless.

Staring at it was almost frightening.

You reached for his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, he quickly squeezed yours out of affection.

"ahh..." he spoke up suddenly, voice quiet. "I shouldnt.....I shouldnt have taken you to Paris"

You looked up at him

"maybe the plane ride was too much? maybe your body couldnt handle the stress?" he exhaled shakily, eyes still up at the sky. "Im sorry...I really am"

"you dont have to apologize for anything" you turned your body on your side so you faced him, though he still wouldn't look at you.

"hey.." you tried again, "you know, my mom told me she also miscarried when I was 3 years old...and thats why she never had kids after me"

He closed his eyes, squeezing your hand

"So I guess its runs in the family.....not our fault" you shrugged, "Its breaks my heart but...we dont have to blame ourselves"

He turned his head to your finally at the sound of your voice cracking, He brought you closer to his chest, hand rubbing your back. Taehyung swallowed harshly, clearing his throat to talk quietly "I've been...having a hard time dealing with it.

You rested your hand on his chest, looking at him sympathetically. His eyes were now watery, it took a lot to not cry yourself.

Youve already cried.

Youve cried so much

Perhaps you were now accepting the miscarriage for what it was, you were even able to say it aloud now, and thats growth.

You wished the same for Taehyung.

"that's okay, too" you whisper, hand snaking around to brush his hair between your fingers behind his head.

His eyes went back up to the now purple sky, tears reflecting the image in front of you. "do you think they are up there?" he smiled softly, rubbing your back still.

You look up at the sky, the clouds creating a beautiful set up as the sun set behind them. The world felt blanketed and secured in this moment, almost safe.

"yeah" you whisper, squeezing his hand, "but they are also here...with us, you know?"

He looks at you, tear marks on his face as you move to wipe them with your sleeve. "I think we will always be parents, that cant change. I feel that connection so deeply, and I know you do too. They arent gone, they just arent in this world" you add.

Taehyung smiled softly at your words, nodding slowly, "yeah....yeah youre right"

His thumb runs over your knuckles, calming you both down.

"I cant get myself to get rid of anything...like the stuff we bought." you mumble, looking down at your hands.

He chuckled, "mmh, you dont have too."

You sighed and looked at him again, a warm blush coating your cheeks.

"you know...I dont give you enough credit" he spoke "youve been through so much"

"Tae..." you brush his hair back, "youve given me everything....we need to look ahead...the past cant be changed."

He slides his hand under the hem of your shirt, touching the soft skin on your hip bone. It wasn't promiscuous or anything, simply an act of love and affection, silently showing you he's here and is listening.

"Im really sad" he choked out

You hugged him close as he began to cry into your shoulder

"its okay baby, its okay....its okay to be sad, you dont have to be strong for me" your hand caressed his back. "I love you so much, please know that"

He took a moment to calm down before pulling back to look at you, "y-youre right....we do need to look forward now"

You nod softly, holding his face.

You were a little worried to see him in this state, you didnt know he was feeling this and keeping it down for so long.

All you could do was comfort him and be there.

"I just.....are we still...." he trailed off, making you smile as you cupped his face again, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks lovingly.

"mm" you slowly leaned forward to kiss him

It was a nice kiss, not too slow but not too fast, just what was needed after a month of distance and no contact.

He blushed brightly, holding you as he whispered, "do you think we could start over? I really want to treat you right, and I want this to work. We can work it out right? the correct way this time?" his voice wavered

You nodded, still looking at him "yes....we can try again, the right way" you giggled as he leaned forward to kiss you again, this time a little quicker.

He bit your bottom lip, hands gently squeezing your hips

"baby-" you exhaled into his mouth, gently pulling back to look at him. "maybe we shouldnt"

"why?" he frowned, almost looking like a little kid

"well for starters we are on my roof" you giggled, sitting up

Taehyung smiled and looked around

"and....I dont know...sex is what brought us this mess" you teasingly nudged him, making him laugh. "lets just be with eachother for a little bit and let our feelings lead us to what happens"

He sighed, knowing you were right. "okay....can I still cuddle you though?" he whispered, making you coo at his cuteness.

"of course, lets go"

You slowly led him back into your room off the roof, closing the window before settling down on the bed with him. "when are you going back to Busan?"

He held you, face hidden in your neck "maybe in a few days...I dont want to leave you yet if thats okay"

"okay...thats fine, but, I think I'll head back with you...."

He smiled, rubbing your back "yeah?"

"mm" you kissed his head, closing your eyes.

You were still healing. To say you fully recovered was not true, but as you sat in his arms things felt normal again, even if it would be temporary.

Perhaps you needed to be with him to fully heal, to fully be yourself. Taehyung was your other half, and he knew you better than anyone. To give this another chance is like a breath of fresh air.

Putting your pasts behind you in hopes of feeling happiness again, in hopes of both of you becoming better people for each other.

Taehyung doesnt want to leave you, ever, and you cant say you want him to.

You dont spend half of your life with someone then let them run away just because things go downhill.

If your father was in your presence, you would teach him this lesson.

When you love someone, you hold their hand and walk through hard times together, you dont let them leave over something that both of you know you would need eachother's support for. To think- you almost let him out of your grasp, you almost lost him.

And Taehyung loved you so much...that if you asked him to leave....he would have.

You dont know what the future entails, and yes, its fucking terrifying. Life is scary, theres ups and downs, and suprises and failure, but theres also a lot of love, and happiness, and success if you look hard enough.

You do hope one thing for sure, and thats that he will be at your side as you grow up, to be there when you are right and wrong, healthy or sick, happy or sad.

As you both began to pick up the pieces of what was broken, you appreciated the past, knowing you had to let it go, but it also brought you here, back into where you feel most safe.

You renovated the apartment and turned the Nursery into a craft room for Taehyungs painting. He kept all of the baby belongings in the closet, hoping for the day in the future when he would open it again and feel that sense of excitement but nervousness.

You continued work and college classes, pursuing your acting career that youve always wanted, and when you graduated, Taehyung would never let you forget how much he admired you.

He kissed your neck softly, his hand pressed into yours as he hovered above you, "so beautiful, my love...."

you bit your lip before exhaling a shaky moan "ohh..f-fuck"

"so smart....youre so perfect baby, I love you"

He kissed you gently, still moving his hips against yours as you held him close to you, fluttering your eyes shut.

things had settled into place once again.

Taehyung got offered a job as an art teacher at the college you graduated from, taking the full time position while you worked at the local theatre, producing and preforming sold out plays every weekend.

The saving money part was hard for him, he wanted to buy you anything you laid your eyes on.

"did you seriously buy the couch?!" you tossed your bag, running from the doorway to the living room to see the grey couch you had pointed out shopping with him literally the day prior.

He shrugged, "yeah...whats the big deal?"

"taehyung!" you giggled and hugged him.

He was too spontaneous for his own good.

A few years passed, and looking at your current life now, you would not believe how much had changed. You can say for the first time in a while you felt happy...and oh what an exciting and freeing feeling that was.

"I love youuuu! my baby!!!!!" taehyung danced around on the icy sidewalk outside of your apartment door, it was new years eve and he was drunk.

very...very drunk.

He pointed at you as he sang, "my babyyyy! woo!"

You giggled, sitting on the steps and recording your man child boyfriend whom you loved so much. "baby be careful dont sl-"

too late.

He fell on his ass, laughing so hard he almost puked, which of course made you laugh too.

"cmon ya big baby" you ran over and helped him inside. Midnight had already passed earlier, pre-drunk taehyung had danced with you around the living room, gifting you a small kiss once the clock read midnight.

"hm, I dont get it, whats so different about a new years kiss? its like every other one?" you laughed after his lips left yours.

"well its special because I get to be the first to kiss you in the new year" he smiled cheekily

"tae...your the only one who gets to kiss me any year" you point at him

"damn right" he snaps his fingers at you as he walks past into the other room.

Every holiday you spent with him felt special, every event, every grocery run, it all felt so much more authentic now.

You two were in your mid twenties now, and a lot of mental growth had come along with that. With pride, you can say you were better people than before, and thats why things worked so well.

You could easily live like this forever.....

it was basically an endless sleepover with your best friend. You were okay if you could come home and see his face waiting for you on the couch.

Your sweet boy.

You had no idea what was gonna happen next, whether that was marriage, or another attempt at having kids- you felt ready.

Ready to give him anything he wanted in return for him saving you.

You could do anything, be anywhere or anyone, in good or bad conditions, and you will still only crave him.

Your lover.

You want him for months

for years

for eternity...

For Forever And A Day.

And God knows he felt the same.

-

A/N- wow guys....this is it....I cannot thank you enough for reading my first story on here, im not perfect at writing but you guys keep me motivated and confident in my work, and I love you for that. This will not be the end of this couple, we still have the Epilogue as well as eventual drabbles.

You guys are amazing. ily.

-Nini

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[galacticfoundation]

Heya... Mars here. This is a little awkward, but Miss Cynthia seems to think it's a good idea, so... FAQ??

Q: Team Galactic? The doomsday cult?

A: It's not a cult anymore! We've been busting our butts in that court mandated therapy!

Q: Why are you still around?

A: We just want to fix things. The Champion and Cynthia did a really big favor, keeping us out of Forever Jail. Plus, some of us didn't have anywhere else to go. There's only about... 33 of us now?

Q: Why is Mars running this shebang? Wasn't she like, bottom of the totem pole.

A: Rude. But true. Saturn is technically in charge, but he's... not been doing too well. Can't blame him, really. It's a miracle he lasted this long. Jupiter went to Hoenn to work at some space place because we kind of ran out of money. So that leaves little old Mars! Jupiter thinks shes superior still, but I'm not the one with a live in Interpol agent.

Q: What do you even do?

A: Classic community service stuff. Also, working on reuniting stolen Pokémon. And cleaning up the lakes after the whole bomb thing. That was Jupiters idea, by the way. NOT mine. Oh, and about half the grunts have day jobs, for previously stated broke reasons. Saturn does some online coding stuff that I don't understand in the slightest.

Q: Is Cyrus alive?

A: I don't know.

cassini starts another blog, part... 11??? main blog @plasmaapologist blah blah blah. i could use this app to get an autism diagnosis i think

this blog is based on an au of my own dppt interpretation/au. it is canon based but not compliant. ye have been warned. blog will deal with heavy topics from time to time, all will be tagged

- the plot was that of platinum, for the most part

few things to note:

- this blog takes place very closely after dppt. only the events of kanto, johto, and hoenn have happened. asks relating to things in the other games will be answered, but will likely be met with confusion

- the start of this blog is 5-6 months after the events of the game

- charon does not exist. hes stupid and i dont like him. 👎

- lucas is the champion, dawn is the professors assistant

- dawn is probably one of my most heavily headcanoned characters. just a warning ♡

- despite being based on platinum, lucas failed to capture giratina. he later gained the trust of dialga, though their relationship is more of friends than pokemon and master.

- mars and saturn genuinely have good intentions. however please feel free to accuse them of otherwise. (jupiters only acting good to stay out of jail)

reoccurring characters blah blah blah. you know them but i thrust my headcanon upon ye

mars: she/her, 20. main poster. interim leader while saturn recovers. trying her best

saturn: he/him, 26. may occasionally post. not currently acting as leader after a mental breakdown, but still handles finances and does announcements when he can.

jupiter: she/her, 28. currently working at mossdeep space center in hoenn under the very careful eye of interpol. she never actually cared about team galactic, but its keeping her out of jail...

---------------------------------------------------

lucas: he/him, 14. current champion of sinnoh. has been helplessly busy since becoming acting champion. someone give this man a break, please. hes got a bit of a hero complex now. enjoys hanging out with barry and dawn when hes free, which often puts him around team galactic when hes with the latter.

dawn: she/her, 13. professor rowan's assistant. a quiet girl with a melancholic side; her real passion is art, but no one seems to appreciate it. has an odd but strong friendship with mars, and likes helping out.

barry: he/him, 14. impatient as ever. does not get why his friends want to help those galactic freaks so much!? why can't we beat them up and put them in jail forever?!?! main goal: blow up beat his father in battle

cynthia: she/her, 34. former champion of sinnoh. trying to enjoy her newfound free time, but she's been tasked with keeping an eye on team galactic. she secretly doesn't mind, and has developed a friendship with saturn. she wants to visit unova sometime soon, but she's just so busy...

professor rowan: he/him, old. early 60s? haven't decided. it's the professor, man. pretty much dawns main family, since her actual one doesn't seem fond of her. he doesn't really like her hanging with former terrorists, but also, doesn't want to control her.

[cow-legs]

Of course it does feel a little silly to make big update posts about how im burned out and am trying to take a break from drawing right in the middle of a time where im uploading new art more relatively consistently than i have in a very long time it feels like but i guess it was still important to make the distinction, between things that i enjoy drawing and can keep doing vs things i dont enjoy doing at all and need to stop immediately, just for my own sake.

Openly telling people "yuuup i'm not going to be drawing anything other than super basic shit from now on for a long time" means that whenever i think of drawing anything post-worthy i know i will feel silly for posting it after saying that, and from there if i still decide to go through with it anyway it was probably something i actually wanted to draw and enjoyed doing while if this thought made me self conscious enough to not go through with it then it was probably something i wanted to draw only due to impulsive obligation rather than something i wanted to spend time making just for the fun of doing it so the spell gets broken. So its a functional enough system, i guess.

&now that this distinction has been made in my brain i can spend more time doing shit i actually enjoy instead of letting it get beaten out by the things i "should" be working on every time

Putting my foot down and going "no, i am not going to keep forcing myself to do detailed clean lineart on even more detailed sketches when i get much more enjoyment out of just doing really rough and simple shit instead" after i have found myself independently coming to realizations about what kinds of art just suck the life out of me over and over again and then just disregarding these realizations every single time to go back to the shit that kills me because "well this is how you normally do it" or "this technically looks nicer, in some aspects" and finally just fucking forcing myself to stop doing that is probably overall more helpful to my mental health than just forcing myself to stop drawing altogether when thats a drastic move that may or may not be the actual solution. Now i am finding and re-learning ways to create things that don't make me feel like i am a walking corpse so i think i will take the feeling of thinking i look a little silly for seemingly disregarding my big life updates over never having found these things out for myself at all any day.

I don't really know why i feel like making update posts in the first place when to be honest i dont think it really matters, people arent paying me for any of this and i stopped feeling "sorry" for "not posting enough" or such things as that a long time ago so it's not like i feel any kind of legitimate need to tell people about what my status is creative-wise. But i guess a large part of it is just that i like talking and have a lot of things to say but for various personal reasons have no desire to post 99% of these thoughts publicly so it's the like rare chance i get to actually start saying shit on any of my art accounts that is actually relevant to the subject at hand without crossing my own boundaries and saying more than i am comfortable with

It is a little weird feeling writing update posts though because i dont really know how to word them in any way that doesnt come off as a fanfic authors note going "sorry its been a whole 20 minutes since the last update i got mugged and all my money was stolen and he broke my leg also but im trying my best to write more despite this" like girl focus on the mugging not this shit. When in reality i actually dont care very much about providing Content as much as the hypothetical fanfic author i just felt the need to say something because why not and didnt know how to word it in a way that makes me not come off like that. which is how you get this i guess. anyway i already forgot what the point of this post was i guess i just wanted to say some shit. which tracks i suppose.

The moral of the story or some shit i guess is that even if you are not doing art as a job it can still end up feeling like one and killing your creative spirit like one would and you need to be able to identify when this is happening and what things you dont actually want to create even though you feel like you "should" so you can kill these practices before they kill you

or something like that

I dont really care about having a point here i wrote this at 2 am

i just like talking

[jaeminvore]

MY (ACCIDENTAL) DEMON ROOMMATE

PART LVII: girl’s a gun —

word count: 5.4K

warning(s): mentions of death, alcohol consumption and implied violence.

note(s): rogue demon reveal 👉🏼🤪👈🏼 also maybe grab a snack and drink... or both 👍🏼

December 24, 2021 - 6:51 PM

My little human ❤️‍🔥: hoonie can you come in here for a sec?

It doesn’t take Sunghoon too long to act on Y/N’s request, excusing himself from Heeseung and Karina who are currently in the middle of of setting up everything considering Y/N, who's supposed to be hosting the annual Christmas dinner party, isn’t able to due to her prior plans.

He knocks on Y/N’s door, only stepping in once his human tells him to come in because as much as she’s shameless, the demon still values giving her the space and privacy she needs and he doesn’t really know what to expect every time he enters her bedroom. Though he may have an idea on what his human could be up to if he takes her Christmas evening plans into account; primping up to look presentable enough to not fall under her own parents’ scrutiny for once.

In spite of all that, Sunghoon still considers what Y/N likes to do when it comes to killing time; and while she does want to put at least a bit of effort in being civil with her parents, the demon wouldn’t put it past him that she might as well be slacking off in her preparations. Y/N could either be playing that new Pokémon game she’s been drowning herself in lately and called him so she could give him an example of what competitive battling looks like along with its technicalities; or she could be reading through one her books of the occult and wanted to ask him if whatever is written on it held some sort of truth, being a century-something-old demon and all.

What greets him is none of what he expects of his roommate now-turned girlfriend, but he’s more so correct in assuming she is indeed gussying up for a night out with her parents. There was something missing, however; her hair, for one, looked polished in its clean hair-do, along with the light makeup that enhanced her features. But when he take in the sight of Y/N in her dress—

“You’re not wearing pastel.” It comes out more as a statement than a question as Sunghoon pushes the door closed behind him with a wave of a hand.

Y/N startles at his voice, gaze breaking away from her own reflection to give him a withering look the moment he snickers. “I was gonna, but mom’s secretary wanted me to wear this.” She sighs and turns to look at her reflection again.

Sunghoon hums in response, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement from watching a pout settle on his human’s lips as he walks towards her. “So what do you need me for? Fashion advice? Some ‘hyping up’ as you kids would call it?”

She grimaces, “don’t say that. It makes it sound like I’m dating an old man.”

The demon arches an eyebrow, “I technically am though? A century-something-old demon? Ring any bells, little human?”

“Yeah but…” Y/N makes a face, no doubt racking her brain for the right words. “You don’t look a day over 20… something, so it’s different.”

“Alright, enough technicalities about my age.” He sighs, “what can I help you with?”

“Zipper’s stuck,” she grumbles, turning her back to him to showcase the mini problem she’s facing at the moment. “Can you pull it up for me?”

Sunghoon blinks, eyes trailing over the sight of her skin beneath the opening of her dress in wonder as he gulps, mouth suddenly dry, “of course. Let me just…” The demon crowds closer behind her, a tentative hand resting on her hip as the other holds the dainty zipper and pulls it up without any thought other than to get the task over with before he explodes.

He still has the mind to be gentle amidst the mental turmoil, gently smoothing down the sides of her dress to rid of any wrinkles before his hands rest on the dips of her waist, “there we go.”

Y/N smiles, nodding in gratitude as she takes in her reflection. “So how do I look? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, this feels so weird.” Oh Sunghoon can definitely tell how weirded out she is just from her face alone.

Of course she would be, being someone who stood by anything pastel. Judging by the dramatics, wearing anything on the darker spectrum is not a frequent occurrence if Y/N is this unsure of herself. It’s definitely something new to get used to for both parties, though Sunghoon is quickly growing fond of the idea, if the smile pulling at his lips as he watches Y/N fumble with her dress wasn’t enough proof.

“You look beautiful.” He states with no hesitation and immediately, Y/N flusters at the out of nowhere, but very welcomed compliment, earning a chuckle from him while she makes a face, clicking her tongue. Nonetheless, she still leans against his chest, which then leads the demon to grace her with a teasing smile.

“It’s because I’m not wearing pastel, isn’t it?” She then arches an eyebrow when her question draws out a soft laugh from him, Sunghoon’s hands lifting from their previous spot for his arms to wrap around her waist.

“What are you talking about? I also like seeing you in pastel.” The demon muses, pressing his plush lips against her temple. “As you’ve said before, you do look submissive and breedable—I could eat you up.” Y/N promptly gasps and smacks his arm as Sunghoon’s laugh grows louder.

“Hoonie please, I’m about to have dinner with my parents!” She whines, “You can’t just say that and expect me to not think about it for the next few hours.” Y/N tries to get out of his grip, but his hold around her tightens. Then she remembers that this is a demon with superhuman strength she’s fighting against and so she stops her struggling with a huff as she lets herself be pulled back into his embrace.

By the look on Sunghoon’s face, he seems rather pleased at his advantage, gently squeezing her middle, " I’m sorry, angel. You’re just so fun to tease.”

His human huffs, “how’d you even know I said that?”

“Soobin showed me a screenshot of your tweet.”

“So I wasn’t safe from him either.” Y/N deadpans, recalling the incident of the giant sending her a screenshot of Sunghoon’s tweet. “I’m going to kill him.”

Sunghoon grins, “I’d rather you not do that. I quite like him if you ignore whatever leaves his mouth.” He sways both of them side-to-side as Y/N snorts. “You sure the parasite isn’t joining? He may be a nuisance but I don’t mind him celebrating with us.”

“Beomgyu has his own plans with his friends.” She chides, “but I appreciate you trying to get along with him at least.” Y/N giggles, turning around in his hold to face him.

The demon smiles at this, hands once again finding purchase on her waist, “as they say, ‘tis the season of giving and I might as well be generous with the limited supply of kindness I have in me.”

“You’re kind to me though.” She points out.

Sunghoon hums, “yes, but you’re different, little human.” He clarifies in a hushed tone. “For one, you have my heart in the palms of your hands and I’d rather burn in the fiery pits of Hell than be anything but.” Sunghoon presses his lips against her forehead. “Even if you’re a handful.”

Y/N preens at his words, “you’re awfully sweet tonight, demon of mine, but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it and—oh! I gotta go.” and she pulls away from him.

He frowns at the loss of contact, “already?” The demon sighs, “what time will you be home?” He watches his human move about the bedroom to grab what she needed; her purse and her heels. Sunghoon takes notice of the black trench coat draped over her desk chair and promptly makes a grab for it.

“Around 10. It’s 7 now.” His human clarifies while checking her phone, “dinner is at 7:30—thank you.” She says and pushes both of her arms into the sleeves of her coat with the help of Sunghoon.

“So 10 then?”

“Yes. Earlier if I can help it, but I’ll make sure to be home by 10.” Y/N kisses his cheek and beams up at him.

“No later than 10.” Sunghoon returns the gesture with a fond smile of his own when she nods, “okay, I’ll walk you out.”

December 24, 2021 - 11:32 PM

It’s way past the time of Y/N’s supposed arrival and Sunghoon is increasingly growing worried by the second.

The dinner party at this hour is in full swing as each of the attendees makes themselves home and does whatever while waiting for Christmas to arrive once the clock strikes midnight.

As a host, Sunghoon is relieved that everyone seems to be having a pleasant time; save for Jungwon and Wonyoung having one of their arguments in the kitchen about Satan knows what (the demon assumes the former might have gotten on the witch’s nerves… again); then there’s Sunoo still rejecting every attempt Jake makes of talking to him and Soobin, the lightweight that he is, is trying his absolute hardest to keep upright by clinging onto Yeonjun who appears to be in a heated discussion with Heeseung and not really paying attention to his drunk boyfriend on the verge of succumbing to the effects of alcohol.

Though as a boyfriend, Sunghoon can’t help but to think of the worst when Y/N is behind schedule… by a lot. After all, she promised that she’ll be back no later than ten in the evening—earlier, if possible, considering she made it clear that she’d rather be here than to spend an uncomfortable evening with the people who had made her existence possible, yet the majority of it unbearable.

Throughout the time Sunghoon had spent with Y/N, there was no denying that being told the unlikely pair were complete opposites was a common occurrence that if money was given to him every time any of their contrasting aesthetics, personalities or their social approaches were brought up, the demon would have more than enough to last a few life times from how frequent it was. But if there's something both Sunghoon and Y/N have in common, it’s how both of them never go back on their word, so one can’t really fault the demon’s unsettled state when Y/N—purposely or not— did just that.

He takes another peek at the wall clock to remind him of the time, only to clench his jaw when he sees that it’s nearly thirty minutes to midnight. Sunghoon sighs heavily at his and immediately downs the very full glass of whatever concoction Jay made for him in one go, not at all minding the slight burn that itches his throat.

Even the copious amounts of alcohol did nothing to alleviate the growing worry inside of him; he never expected in the first place anyways—never expected it to give him the pleasant buzz it gave humans considering he and every demon alike are immune to its effects.

Sunghoon supposes it did do its job of being a momentary distraction as he overlooked the dinner party, but it obviously wasn’t enough as he makes his way towards where Jay is, no doubt still making drinks for being tonight’s self-appointed bartender.

Jay immediately notices Sunghoon’s sour expression, grinning slightly when the younger gestures for a refill, “why the long face, Hoon? It’s Christmas Eve, you should be having fun.” Jay teases as he sets to work on making yet again another nameless concoction.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “we don’t even celebrate Christmas.” He says drily and plucks the glass from Jay’s hold as soon as the drink is presented to him. “And my girlfriend’s not back yet when she specifically told me she’ll be home at 10. It’s nearing midnight now and where is she? Not home.” Much like what he did with his previous drink, he downs all of it in one go, sucking on his teeth briefly before he places the now empty glass on the breakfast nook with a grunt.

It doesn't help that he hasn't heard from her at all either which only furthers his nerves. He had called her a handful of times already, yet she never picked up, nor did she return the calls. His messages were left delivered. She hadn't read them at all.

The oldest of the demon’s eyebrows raises at this, “Satan, Y/N’s definitely got a grip on you now.” Sunghoon glares at him and Jay promptly raises both of his hands as an attempt to placate his growing annoyance. “I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, jeez! So touchy when it comes to his girlfriend.” He grumbles.

“I’m just worried, okay?” Sunghoon swipes the half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s Jay was about to reach for. “What if something happened to her?”

It’s Jay’s turn to glare as he conjures another bottle of Jack, a full one this time as he pours it into a new glass. “She’s with her parents right now, isn’t she? Maybe she’s having fun and lost track of time—why the fuck are you looking at me like that.”

By that, Jay means Sunghoon is looking at him as if he either grew another head or is probably thinking that he, Park Jongseong, is the stupidest person alive. Knowing him, it’s probably a combination of both when his right eye twitched. “Jay, Y/N hates her parents. Her parents are assholes, why the fuck would she willingly go to dinner with the people who made her life worse than what Hell’s got going on?”

“Hey! I wasn’t the one she dumped her trauma on!” Jay says defensively. Sunghoon gives him an unimpressed look. “I obviously did not know that, I’m not her boyfriend. What’s the big deal anyway? She’s a big girl. She probably got distracted on the way home…” The eldest of the demons trail off, sharp eyebrows knitting together in thought.

The younger scoffs, taking gulp of Jack, “for almost 2 hours? Unlikely.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Look, Y/N might not have the same amount of street smarts we all have, but she’s not that stupid; and like I said, she promised she’d be home by 10. Y/N is never late and she wouldn’t break a promise either.” Sunghoon then continues on a tangent that falls deaf on Jay’s ears as he mulls over what the former had mentioned.

If it’s put like that, then yes, maybe this is something to bust a vein over, noting how adamant Sunghoon is about Y/N being on time and all the intricacies that made the younger act this way; and it doesn't take long for Jay himself to spiral either the longer he has to witness Sunghoon go off on a rant while a series of past conversations flash into his mind, the recent news and his own findings of what could possibly be the reason why Y/N still isn’t back.

“Hey Sunghoon…” Jay starts, both hands finding purchase on the counter to anchor himself for what is possibly going to be the worst time of his life, “when you say Y/N is never late to anything, what exactly did you mean by that?”

Much like the look the older received from earlier, Sunghoon regards him with a look that straight up looked like he just called him stupid, “exactly what I said. Y/N is never late and if she was, it’d be only for a few minutes and she'd let me know. She hasn't answered my calls. She hasn't read my texts either." He arches an eyebrow at the sight of Jay’s face blanching. “What’s up with you? Why do you look like an angel is about to smite your ass?”

Jay grimaces at ‘angel’, but quickly moves past that considering there are more dire things to actually lose his cool over, “you have to swear you wont kick my ass after this.”

Sunghoon narrows his eyes, “I’ll kick your ass regardless, but I can’t promise I won’t leave you black and blue. I have a power source for a girlfriend, in case you forgot.”

“Satan, that’s even worse,” Jay sucks in his teeth then lets out a heavy sigh. It’s now or never. “Look, just let me explain everything before you give me third degree burns, okay?”

The younger one rolls his eyes, “It can’t be that bad.”

Oh but it is, especially if you happen to be Y/N’s boyfriend, but Jay will take his chances and hope the need to save her overwhelms Sunghoon’s need of throwing him inside a church and let him burn in there as petty revenge.

Jay pretty much explains everything; from the time Lucifer had told him of the rogue demon’s presence popping on Hell’s radar, the Four of Crows shtick where it involved him and three of Y/N’s friends breaking into a funeral home to investigate, the discussion of the demon possibly going after her once Heeseung told him the said demon is also an ex of Y/N's and taking the whole sacrificing thing into account.

“I’m not sure if you’ve been updated on the news, but the 12th victim has been identified recently and well… we had a feeling that Y/N might be the 13th.”

And it makes perfect sense too. Y/N is out there alone with none of them to keep an eye on her. It makes perfect sense that the demon could have possibly chosen this night of all nights to strike, when Y/N is at her most vulnerable with no one to ask for help. Jay can only hope that he’s wrong with the assumptions because he can imagine how cruel it would be if she was taken from Sunghoon just like that.

Jay supposes he was right on that train of thought, because the younger demon does not look too pleased at the revelation. In fact, he looks absolutely furious in being the last to know. But really, Jay had already expected this. He can blame Heeseung if Sunghoon does leave him in a black and blue heap.

“And you choose to tell me now? Right when my human could be in danger?” He hisses, Jay yelping when Sunghoon pulls him by the collar of his shirt.

“I just assumed! I never said it was a possibility!”

“What, and that’s supposed to help?!” Sunghoon smashes the bottle of Jack onto the ground. Jay is quick to make the mess vanish with a simple wave of his hand. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you into a horde of angels and let them crucify you right now.” He snarls, pulling Jay closer.

“Woah woah, Sunghoon, you’re not crucifying anyone here! And certainly not your brother!” Comes Jake’s voice as the youngest demon gets abruptly thrown back, the wind knocked out of him as he ends up landing on his back, hard.

A groan leaves him, eyes shut tightly from the pain that bloomed on his upper back as well as on the back of his head, though they quickly fly open in panic at the feeling of his body involuntarily going rigid, unable to move; and that’s when he sees Wonyoung standing over him, a hand encased in a lavender aura outstretched over his form. He’s quick to realize the same lavender veil is around him too.

“Stand down, Sunghoon.” The witch orders, giving him a look of warning “I’ll give you 10 seconds to relax before I release this petrifying spell.” The demon scowls. It’s easier said than done, but he does as he’s told anyway, once again closing his eyes to calm himself by breathing.

Sunghoon is back on his feet soon after and Wonyoung dutifully stays in close proximity in case he goes berserk yet again. He scoffs, “I don’t have time for this,” and turns on his heel to head for the door.

Jay, who has now recovered from the initial shock from his actions, calls out his name. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get Y/N, where else?” He grunts, shoving past Jake as he heads straight to the front door.

Jake doesn’t let up, equally stubborn, and grabs the back of the younger demon’s jacket to haul him back. “You don’t even know where she is! You know the trace is gone by now!” The blond argues, pulling Sunghoon back harder. “I get that you’re worried and I am too, but you lashing out like this isn’t going to help anyone!”

You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, Sunghoon. Satan, of all times he really has to hear Lucifer’s own words go on about his head. You're not thinking clearly and that’s why it’s a weakness. Calm yourself and try again. The memory is hazy to him now—hazy to picture himself in it; it’s been quite a while since he was subjected to the rigorous training all demons who carry the responsibility of striking deal with humans after all—The Dealers, as Satan would affectionately dub them—but Lucifer’s voice is loud and clear and it’s enough for Sunghoon to halt his steps.

“Standing around isn’t going to help anyone either, especially Y/N.” He huffs, folding his arms while turning around to face everybody. “Now do any of you have a plan?”

“Well first we obviously have to find out where Y/N is,” Heeseung speaks up, coming to stand before him just a few feet away from where the youngest of the demons stands, running his fingers through his fiery hair. “Though I have to apologize for not bringing this issue up sooner. I thought we’d have more time to come up with a plan to catch the demon.”

“Yeah,” It’s the goblin’s turn to speak up this time, Riki’s tall figure looming behind Heeseung’s with a sheepish smile. “None of us thought the demon would strike tonight.”

There’s a huff from Sunghoon’s right, jumping slightly when he turns to find Jungwon standing beside him unbothered that he surprised him, “kind of a weird coincidence that it chose the night where Y/N won’t have any of us looking after her.”

“Yes yes, we’re well aware of that, but can we cut to the chase? Heeseung, you know a tracking spell, right?” Wonyoung asks, giving him a pointed look to which the head witch waves off.

“Of course I do. Sunghoon,” He turns to the demon. “I’m gonna need that talisman you made for Y/N.”

Riki nods solemnly, throwing an arm around Jake, “the talisman of nightmares.”

The duo quits their snickering once they receive a piercing glare from the talisman’s maker himself. “It’s in the hallway.”

Everyone (besides the non-witches) watches Heeseung, Karina and Wonyoung stand in a circle grasping each other’s hands with fascination. The cursed looking talisman stands in the space in the middle as the three witches all chant an unknown language and this goes on for a minute or two before Sunghoon and the rest feels something shift in the air.

Heeseung is the first to open his eyes, “I’ve found Y/N. She’s in some kind of warehouse.”

“Right,” Wonyoung lets go of her fellow witch's hands. “I’ve managed to narrow it down to one and I think we should all leave now because it looks like she’s tied down.”

Riki’s eyes widened at that, scrambling off of his seat, “What?"

“Yes, there are a bunch of candles around her too.” Karina confirms, “there was someone with her too but we weren’t able to see just who exactly it was.”

“Oh wow, you guys really did throw a party.” All of them freeze at the sound of an extra voice coming from the hallway, “so who’s who?” And there’s Beomgyu, appearing as if he just woken up from a week long hibernation as he smiles politely at everyone.

Now Sunghoon is completely bewildered by this because he clearly remembers Y/N telling him that their temporary housemate also had Christmas plans. “Beomgyu what—” however, he doesn’t get to ask him what the hell he was still doing here because Wonyoung gets to the now screaming parasite first, using a spell to lift him up. “Wonyoung!”

“Of course a man would be behind all of this.” The youngest of the witches seethes, lifting Beomgyu up higher who only appears confused at what she said. “What did you do to Y/N?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Nothing!” Beomgyu continues to struggle against the invisible force lifting him up. “Would you please let me down?!”

Wonyoung’s appropriate response to his request is to lift him higher. The disbelief on Beomgyu’s face was almost enough to have Sunghoon cracking up in laughter if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, “so you aren’t the demon after Y/N?” She asks him. The parasite makes a face, “or helping the demon?”

“Girl, what are you talking about? I’m a Kitsune, look—” with a poof, a pair of pale blond fox ears pop into view on top of Beomgyu’s head along with the three tails of the same color swishing behind him. “See? Not a demon, nor am I affiliated with a demon after Y/N. Now will you let me down?”

“Oh.” Wonyoung’s face blanks, “my bad.”

Sunghoon winces when the kitsune lands in a heap with an alarmed shout. “I thought you had plans with your friends?” He asks at the same time Sunoo mutters about almost everyone ‘being a supernatural’ these days. “Y/N told me.”

Beomgyu gets back on his feet with a groan, glaring briefly at the witch, “I had plans, yeah. But I overslept.” He grumbles, “Is everyone here a supernatural? ‘Cause you all seem pretty chill about me being one.”

“I’m a demon,” Sunghoon simply answers (the rest who are supernaturals following after in quick succession) as he turns to where Heeseung and Karina stand together, wearing matching scowls directed at the fox spirit. “I’m gonna be honest, I was about to accuse the parasite of being in cahoots with whoever demon that is, but why did you two warn me about the idiot?”

Karina shrugs, inspecting her nails, “kitsunes are known tricksters, might as well let you know what you’re dealing with… or did you not sense that at all?” She raises an eyebrow and then snorts when she doesn’t get an answer, “from all the complaining you did on twitter, I thought you’ve figured it out.”

The demon avoids Karina’s gaze, “perhaps… I was preoccupied by something else to pay attention if Beomgyu was a mythical creature or not.”

She giggles, “of course you were.”

The kitsune raises both of his hands, “hey man, I’m only here because I really have no place to stay at the moment. I swear I don’t plan on killing Y/N.” Beomgyu side-eyes the youngest witch, “besides she’d kill me first.”

Wonyoung grunts, “good, or you and I will have a problem.”

“Yeah! Very interesting turn of events, really, but can we go now?” Everybody all turns their attention to Jungwon already making his way towards the front door, peering questioningly over his shoulder once he pauses in his steps. “For all we know Y/N might as well be on the verge of death as we speak.”

“Happy holidays, I guess.” Yeonjun mutters, taking a generous gulp from his beer. “Humans will be staying since my boyfriend is out-cold on the couch.”

“Wait, hang on, if the fox spirit isn’t behind all this… then who is?” Riki asks.

“Oh, I think I have an idea on who it might be.” Sunghoon gives them a humorless smile, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.

“You know, I thought something was up when I brought up your relocation to my parents.” Y/N hisses as she struggles against the ropes. “Because I know for a fact my ex-girlfriend would have at least let me know if she wanted to end things and not ghost me.” She doesn't miss the way Minjeong’s figure tensed in the midst of her lighting the assortment of dark-colored candles surrounding the both of them.

She tried to yank both of her hands free from the bindings again, but to no avail, Minjeong really did a good job with tying her down. Y/N huffs, “I was a little confused when mother-dearest told me she never sent you abroad, that you just upped and left without a trace and came to her asking for your job back as if nothing happened. Right after her old secretary mysteriously died.”

“Never knew you cared that much about me, if I’m being honest.” Minjeong mutters as she turns around to face her captive with a smirk. “Though I’m not really sure if I should be surprised that you’re still gullible even after all this time. You’ve always tried seeing the good in people.”

Satan help me, is she about to go on a villain monologue? Y/N gives her a withering look.

Perhaps if she had chosen to stay longer with her parents through that mind-numbing conversation about future business plans, she would have avoided all of this; avoid being taken to a warehouse, avoid being tied down on top of a drawn-in-red pentagram and possibly avoid death altogether as Y/N watches Minjeong brandish an absurdly huge knife from butt-fuck out-of-nowhere.

Y/N's eyes widen lightly when the steel blade glints under the dim lighting, “lord, I’m actually living a Jennifer’s Body scene, coolcoolcool…” She mutters to herself, not minding the demon’s (yes, Y/N figured she was a demon the moment her mother’s secretary lifted her up as if she weighs nothing) complete look of bewilderment. “Why are you even doing this?”

“Well…” Minjeong starts, heels of her boots clicking against the cemented floor as she takes slow and measured steps around the pentagram—around Y/N with mild interest in the knife. “Little girls have big dreams, Y/N.” She says with the false pretense of innocence, lips pulling into a mocking pout. “Mine just happens to be bigger than most.”

Maybe she can draw this out longer until one of her friends—or preferably her boyfriend Sunghoon—realizes that maybe her being gone for so long is a cry for help. “And that involves sacrificing me?”

“Oh good. At least your deduction skills seem to be working. Could you tell with the blood-red pentagram?” Y/N glares when Minjeong bursts into a fit of giggles, still walking in circles around her. “I’ve got to say, if I hadn’t seen The Mark on your wrist, none of this would have happened, so thank you, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, my dreams wouldn’t have been a reality.”

In usual situations that involved someone expressing their gratitude, Y/N would have returned the enthusiasm back; all smiles as she tells them ‘you’re welcome’ and a warm feeling settling in her chest from the fact that she was able to help someone in need.

She’s not as keen right now though, even if Minjeong looked quite breathtaking with a smile on her face, but she was anything but in Y/N’s eyes because right before is a demon with purpose and the smile she had grown to love in the past was only a gateway to her death once the pad of Minjeong’s fingers trace the blunt side of the knife.

“Tell me, Y/N, have you ever dreamt of taking over a kingdom?”

“Not really. I mean, you were always the ambitious one between the two of us.”

Minjeong sniffs, visibly displeased at the human’s answer, “pity. I would have spared your life if you agreed on taking over Hell with me. It’s about time it had a female ruler after Lilith.”

Y/N can’t help but scoff. Yep, ever the ambitious one. “No offense but ‘taking over Hell’? Isn’t Satan more powerful than you are? You’re probably a lower ranking demon if you went out of your way to kill a dozen of Marked Ones for power.” She chuckles, looking up at the metal beams above them in wonder and completely missing the fury that slowly twisted the demon’s face. Can Hoonie hurry up? I wanna go home.

Though, the demon quickly catches herself from slipping, masking her growing ire with the smile that easily finds its way back onto her face, slowing down her steps. “I’m the ambitious one, remember? I’d do anything to get what I want.” Minjeong’s laugh is soft, stopping to stand right in front of where Y/N’s feet lay bound.

“Do me a favor, won’t you, my darling Y/N?”

Y/N decides to humor her in spite of how unnerved she is at the demon’s sudden sweet-talk, a wry grin curling her lips, “what?”

But the amusement is quickly wiped away as Y/N's face blanches when the demon’s eyes glow an eerie blood-red, matched with a grin showcasing two rows of sharp teeth.

“Scream for me.” And Minjeong raises the knife.

a/n: everybody apologize to Beomgyu right now he really was just here to cause chaos and distract you guys LMFAO tho props to that one anon who guessed it was Minjeong (Winter) even though I had to essentially lie when I told them it wasn't 🤪 gotta lie to save my ass sometimes

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[omomygods]

Oops, I wrote omofic, with OCs. Double oops, I may use these two again.

He giggled, little bubbles of laughter escaping him every few seconds, in between little half-caught moans of sheepish relief.

There was no getting around it: he'd begun to wet himself where he sat, right there at his best friend's kitchen table, seated in front of their lunchtime charcuterie board and double strength iced tea—a call that he wasn't sure he regretted or not. The more he tried to hold back the flow of urine, the harder it became, until he was steadily wetting slowly at the table.

"I—haah—I guess I didn't have nearly as much time as I thought I did," he said, squirming a bit in his seat.

"Are you sure you're ok, Sy?" the other young man asked. "What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to ask you where the other bathroom was...like, 20 seconds ago," Sy admitted. "I thought I could let you finish your story first."

"What do you mean..."

The question hit the air softly, a question asked curiously but gently. It was a question that was answered fairly quickly as the sound of liquid hitting the ground acted like a trigger, pulling a wince out of Sy as a sudden gush left his body, pooling on the seat beneath him.

"I'm not going to make it, Val," Sy said. "I mean technically I already didn't, but if I get up it's, it's going to be an even worse mess."

"Well, at the very least, don't hurt yourself," Val admonished. "You did this on the road trip and it messed you up for days."

"What are ya saying, Val?" Sy asked, no longer shifting around as the act officially had started making things worse rather than making them better.

"I'm saying go."

"Get up? I don't know if I can..."

"I'm not saying get up. I'm saying go."

Comprehension dawned on Sy suddenly. "Like as in—"

"Pee." Val made a sweeping welcoming gesture.

Sy did a double take. "Val, I can't just pee in your kitchen!"

Val tilted his head. "I mean technically, you've already peed in my kitchen..."

"Vaaaal..." Usually Sy didn't get whiny and pleading with his best friend, but what Val was asking of him was just...!

Val looked at Sy, seeing his dual discomforts. "...I get it, you're still embarrassed about this. It happens. It's okay."

"But—"

Val left his seat, coming around to Sy's side of the table. "I know how I can help you. I don't want to leave you alone like this, and I've needed to go for way too long. So I figure, I'm just going to relax, right here next to you."

"What does that even mean..."

Sy looked in surprise as Val's black denim suddenly became incredibly shiny in front, the change in appearance spreading quickly as a hissing noise became audible.

"Are you—"

A puddle began to form where Val stood and Sy sat, growing slowly with each noisy drip hitting the linoleum.

"Relax," Val repeated, his own posture growing more slack as his bladder emptied.

Sy's eyes widened, and he realized belatedly that he hadn't been holding as well as he had thought—the front of his jeans was saturated, rivulets of urine dripping off the front of the chair. Realization brought with it a full release, with the torrent that he had been fighting coming out of him at last. His body ceased its attempt to stay the flow, and Sy gave himself over to his grateful bladder.

By the time the both of them were empty, there was a huge puddle on the floor.

"I guess next time we swap stories, we should go to the bathroom first," Sy said, looking down at the highly reflective straw-colored puddle on the floor.

"You should get out of those and rinse off," Val said gently. "I'll find us both something dry, and I'll get the pad from the road trip out of the car after I clean this up. I'll take care of everything."

"...thanks for not making a big deal out of this," Sy said.

"Hey, if I freaked out over a little pee, I would be a rotten friend."

[lumentears]

Bloodborne Bosses rated by how they smell, from worst to best

22. The Orphan of Kos

Imagine the world's grungiest harbour. Imagine smelling algae, rotting seawood and a million dead, decomposing fish bobbing belly-up on the waves. Now imagine giving birth there.

Rating: I'm counting the fact that the good hunter does not spend the first seconds of the fight dry-heaving as a plot hole.

21. The One Reborn

Look at it. It's a few dozen dead people held together with superglue. You cannot expect it to smell like anything other than rotting flesh and blood and whatever birth juices the moon had to offer.

Rating: They do say babies have a special newborn smell...don't think that's what they meant.

20. The Blood-Starved Beast

I know that smelling of blood is a recurring theme in this list, but look at that thing. Look at it. It clearly smells like blood and the wettest dog that has never been cleaned in its life.

Rating: I've learned that the mane on its head is not in fact matted fur but aaaalll the skin of its body. I haven't slept since.

19: Laurence, The First Vicar

Two words: Burnt. Hair. The man smells like a whole fur coat factory that's been lit on fire.

Rating: A smell that brings tears to any hunters eyes.

18. Ludwig, the Accursed

Expanding our olfactory library, this boss smells not only of blood but also of horse! As someone who has spent some time of their teens in a stable, this is not a compliment. I had to throw away my working jacket.

Rating: A smell not even a horse girl could love.

17. The Witches of Hemwick

They clearly have weaponized old people smell. Just look at them, they are not taking care of their living space or of their bodies. Look at them. There's stuff growing on them.

Rating: I can smell the pickled cabbage from here.

16. Martyr Logarius

He also has the most pungent old people smell, but as opposed to the witches who are marinating in their senior citizen stink, he is located at the top of a windy roof and the smell is slightly dispersed.

Rating: My nose has frozen off, I cannot smell the pickled cabbage anymore.

15. Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos

On the plus side: Ebrietas smell definitely has some notes of petrichor. However, she predominantly smells like petrichor's evil cousin, the smell of all the worms and slugs that used the rain to make the long trek across asphalted streets and died there.

Rating: Smell of my childhood (derogatory).

14. Father Gascoigne

It's not your fault, buddy. After a long night of hunting you will smell like blood and sweat, especially when you're also in the middle of going full beast mode, which also adds the smell of wet dog.

Rating: I don't blame you, buddy, but I will surreptitiously hand you an axe body spray.

13. Cleric Beast

Beats out Father Gascoigne on the technicality that I don't think it can sweat. Otherwise blood, wet dog, you've heard it before.

Rating: Can anyone recommend a pet groomer that specialises in large breeds?

12. Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower

I know, I know, Lady Maria is big sexy, but she also smells like stale blood and fish guts because you better believe the nightmare won't let her forget. I like to think she at least uses some sort of perfume to mitigate the effects.

Rating: Diversity Win! This woman smells bad!

11: Micolash, Host of the Nightmare

Look at him. Look at his face. You cannot tell me he showers regularly. Bonus points because while he doesn't smell pleasant, there's at least no arcane fuckery going on with his stink. He just doesn't shower.

Rating: Nasty man.

10: Gehrman, the First Hunter

You can't escape the old people smell, but you can mitigate its effects. While Gehrman certainly doesn't seem the most invested in personal hygiene, he doesn't give me the "feral man living off of forgotten snacks in the university library" as Micolash does.

Rating: Congratulations! I wouldn't change seats if he sat down next to me on public transport.

9: Rom, the Vacouus Spider

Her smell is extremely subjective. It's definitely a wet smell, damp basement if I had to narrow it down, and while some people will find it nice and calming other's will check the walls for mold in a panic.

Rating: This post was made by the loving damp basements gang.

8: Darkbeast Paarl

Yes, we are continuing on our "beasts smell like wet dog" campaign, but given that Paarl is barely more than a zappy skeleton, this smell is greatly overpowered by the minutes-before-a-thunderstorm-smell of his electric charge.

Rating: Putting it so high on the list hurt me because I do not like Darkbeast Paarl.

7: The Shadows of Yharnam

I don't think these dudes smell too bad! Maybe their robes have a slight mothball scent, and maybe you will catch a whiff of unclean snake terrarium when you get too close - but they have fire magic and swords to discourage you getting up close and personal anyway.

Rating: Sadly I have had to get close to many an unclean snake terrarium in my life, so I appreciate their social distancing.

6: Amygdala

Guys, I'm stumped. I honestly do not think Amygdala has any smell at all, or at least a smell our brains can recognise. Far outside the smellable spectrum! The perfect true neutral!

Rating: Yes, that means each boss that follows is on the pleasant side of the olfactory scale.

5: Celestial Emissary

With the Celestial Emissary, you get all the benefits of Darkbeast Paarl without the underlying notes of beastlyhood. Points docked only for the smell probably being a bit intense and irritating after a while.

Rating: Enjoyable from a distance, would not recommend huffing.

4: Vicar Amelia

She is freshly transformed. Her fur is clean and not even slightly damp. She's also been surrounded by incense in her chapel. Some points docked for doggy breath, but honestly, she's the best smelling beast out there.

Rating: I'm not a furry I'm nooooottt!!!

3: Living Failures

Whatever the Celestial Emissary has going on, but a bit less intense. No pharmaceutical warning stickers on these funky dudes! The most apt comparison would be the elusive gas station smell.

Rating: Even more reason to be their friend.

2. Mergo's Wetnurse

Now, I hear your questions. How could such a monstrous being be so high up on the list? But listen, Great Ones are not beholden to our earthly scents. They will smell however the fuck they want to smell. And, as a wetnurse, I imagine Mergo's Wetnurse's scent to be a soothing one, if completely uncomparable to any other found on earth.

Rating: To unbury an ancient tumblr meme: Smells like a cinnamon roll but would definitely kill you.

1. The Moon Presence

Contrasting her ghastly appearance, I imagine her smelling quite refeshing, flowery even, much like the hunter's dream itself. Her name is Flora, for crying out loud. Now imagine how the good hunter feels when they realise that nothing in the hunter's dream really gives off its own smell, and that perfume must be coming from somewhere - or something - else.

Rating: It's not a coincidence that Moon Presence sounds like the name of an expensive perfume.

[spookysmujer]

Nights Like This, O. Diaz

summary: Oscar and Y/N decide to download tinder and find themselves matching with each other. 

warnings: cute s h e t 🥺

word count: 2.4k

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It was all one big joke. He didn’t need something like a dating app to meet girls. He is Oscar “Spooky” Diaz, he has no trouble in the ladies department. But out of the blue, on a lazy Sunday, he thought he’d download the overhyped Tinder app.

What harm can it do? 

He scoffed at some of the girls that popped up. Most of them, he already had hooked up with, some for a single night and others on multiple nights. He got bored of seeing the girls that he already did. Oscar decided to extend the range further out from Freeridge. 

Sunday’s called for deep cleaning with you. It was the, technical, beginning of a new week and nothing says welcome new week like a clean slate. All the stress and baggage from the previous long forgotten. 

The music is bumping from the living room as you are scrubbing the counter top. You like the routine you have, you have a well paying job, a nice apartment in a busy city right outside of LA and have felt the greatest you ever have. But you can’t deny that you’ve sat on your couch many nights with one too many empty wine bottles nearby, far too often. 

As your mother would say, you can be alone but not lonely. Learn how to separate the two. 

And for the most part you could do that. You would keep to yourself but keep busy enough that it wouldn’t linger in your mind that you’re in your mid-20’s, a successful person but no one to share it with. You could, right?

Hell yes, you can! That’s why you are currently setting up a Tinder profile nearing the witching hour? You’ve hesitated with the whole thing, what pictures to add, what to say in your bio, and why do they have oddly specific interests to choose from? Online dating is certainly more complicated than you previously thought. And problematic, you’ll soon learn.

Oscar kept finding himself uninterested when he matched with a few women. He would sigh, getting the You’ve Matched! notification. One might not understand why he wasn’t finding any pleasure in it, especially when he would get messages from those he would match with and how they wanted to do things with him and to him.

There was a split second pause when he came across your profile. 

He stares at your picture and scrolls through the 3 that you choose to upload. Hm, he wondered. Even though each of them showed you in a different mood, there’s a twinkle in your eye in all of them. The corner of Oscar’s lips lifted a little. This was an app for quick relief. Why does he begin to think of more mundane things when looking at your pictures? Left swipe. 

Los Angeles is a big city. Beyond your mind’s capacity to comprehend how many fine bachelors and bachelorettes Tinder is holding. The thought of finding a meaningful connection on an app like Tinder makes you snort. Everyone knows that this is a main source of booty calls. YG’s Toot it and Boot it should be its theme song. 

After some time it became boring. 

Though consciously aware of Tinder’s purpose, you still sigh at every profile you come across when the bio carries the vibes of one night stands. To be alone and not lonely. You kept on chanting as you began to swipe more right then left. 

It must have been quite the workout seeing as you woke a few hours later, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon, with your phone face down on your chest. You rub the sleep from your eyes, plug in your nearly dead phone and carry on with your morning routine, “Alexa, play Fuckin’ Perfect by P!nk.”

All while you contemplated which candle to light and whether you were going to put on athletic wear to actually work out or to just wear. Oscar goes on about his day, chilling around his house with Santos. 

“You know your sister is on Tinder. Mira mira, she says she lookin’ for someone to blow her mind and her back.” Oscar snorts after taking a drag of his cigarette, the surrounding Santos laugh along while Joker doesn’t find it amusing at all.

He shrugs off Oscar’s comment and then raises an eyebrow, “What’s Spooky doing on tinder anyways, huh?” This draws the fellas attention to Oscar who looks at them and scoffs, throwing down the half-smoked stick and smashing with the tip of his shoe.

“Wading the waters, foo.” Once they see his grin then they know it’s safe to laugh it out. They never know with Spooky sometimes, they can laugh and the next thing is a death glare from the Santo leader. 

Oscar pulls out his phone and opens the app again, mindlessly swiping right through the profiles. Sad Eyes notices how he isn’t even really looking through them before dismissing them. But he knew why, he knows his compa is tired of the meaningless connection even though Oscar would never actually say it outloud.

When the afternoon hit, you stopped the audible book you had playing and headed to the kitchen to whip up a quick sandwich. As you are enjoying it, you mindlessly open the Tinder app, almost forgetting about it entirely, and begin skimming through the profiles. 

Handsome, sexy, boring, yikes, nope.. well, wait a minute. 

Your thumb hovers over a profile that caught your eye. You look at the first picture and think, damn, he sure is something to look at. Though facial tattoos weren’t something you were into much, it suited him. He even has better eyelashes than you, even with your eyelash extensions. 

“Spooky. The hell kind of name is that?” You whisper to yourself. You scroll through his pictures and feel the heat rising in your cheeks. He really is kind of cute, not kind of, he is very cute. 

You look through his information and bio. He is freeridge and seems to run with the Santos, street gang. Oh boy, your mother would wring your neck. But yet, it doesn’t stop you from swiping left. 

At the same time, you and Oscar both get the notifications that you’ve got a match. You gasp a little as you see that Oscar is the one you matched with. As if it was cursed text, you fling your phone onto the couch. This wasn’t your first match, so what got you all teenage girl starstruck?

The grin on Oscar's face catches Jokers. The Santo leans over and sees how his compa lingers over your profile, scrolling through your pictures and staring at each one intently.

“Nah, you see this why I don’t fuck with all the online shit. Bitches love to catfish. Talkin’ bout, she look like Cardi B online but rata in real life. Naw fuck that!” Joker exclains, pushing Oscar’s shoulder. 

Oso deadpans, holding back a grin, “Wait, there is difference between a rata and Cardi B?” Everyone bursts out into laughter as another Santo threatens them for making fun of his future wife.

But between the laughter and continued talk of catfishing, Oscar thinks how he has been there too. And it wasn’t that he met a girl one night, all fine looking and the next morning she doesn’t look the same. That isn’t his definition of catfishing. He meant full blown wasn’t even the same person in the picture, now that is catfish.

“Com’m Spooky, look. Homegirl got filters on every one of her pictures. These days pictures alter the shape of your face and shit. And lightening the skin tones and all that messed up shit. I can literally make a viejita and fine ass hyna on my phone. Nah, fuck that online bullshit.” As if this becomes one of those TED talks, they go on and on. 

Surprisingly, the guys don’t solely blame the ladies but the creators of such filters and apps for creating such a stigma around being beautiful with certain features and skin tones. What the fuck was on the joint that was passed around?

With all and any courage Oscar had left, he sends you a quick message.

Wassup.

Your phone chimes with a different sound indicating that it wasn’t another match but a private message. When you turn it over and see it’s a message from Spooky, you shriek again and drop your phone back face down.

What was in that candle you burned earlier? It was a new one that you got from those all natural, organic stores. People who shop there religiously almost always claim to be woke so there has to be some kind of herb in there that causes spikes of…. shyness? 

The nervousness is still on high drive when you pick up the phone and open the message. Your fingers ghosting over the keyboard as you try to figure out what to say back, like it’s hard to reply back to wassup.

When you still don’t write anything back, another message comes through.

Free this Saturday?

“Com’n and say something! Most guys don’t keep interest in girls who leave them on read, say something back!” You scold yourself. You looked crazy, yelling at your phone as if it were the problem here. 

With a deep breath and squared shoulders, you calm your mind and respond back. You don’t give him the overly excited response nor do you give a dry one either. You’re chill and show that you are interested and indeed free on Saturday. 

In a blink of an eye, it’s now Saturday and you’re in the bathroom at this nice little restaurant. You and Oscar had exchanged numbers and actually talked quite a lot on the phone. He seemed so laid back and chill, nothing how his external shell presented. Hard and cold. 

It was a quick check in the mirror that everything still looked good. It’s going to be one magical night. But when you emerge from the bathroom and head back to Oscar, he shows signs of agitation. “Everything okay?”

“Pinche cabrón said that there isn’t a reservation. I know I made one and even double checked yesterday.” He exhales a deep breath through his nostrils. Oscar is staring down the hostess, who looks intimated. 

But you are stuck on the fact that he double checked. That this happening is the biggest inconvenience because that means that he really wanted tonight to happen. You smile while looking at him, feeling your cheeks warm. Softly, you nudge him to get his attention.

Oscar has his eye brows pinched together when he looks your way, he relaxes his face when he sees your soft eyes. There goes that twinkle in them. 

“I had planned to make dumplings for dinner last night but ended up ordering take out. You like to cook, right? I can teach you how to make them. Everything from the homemade wrappers to each ingredient to make an impeccable filing. Whaddaya say?” You ask him and bite your bottom lip, gently. 

Without so much as another look into the bustling restaurant, Oscar takes your hand and leads you back to his car. You had to admit that his car is almost better looking than him, almost. He drives you back to your place and you tell him all about how you craft your pork and veggie dumplings, as he tells you the significant difference between chives, scallions and green onions. 

He is impressed with the size of your apartment, complimenting your cleanliness and sense of interior design. You quirk an eyebrow at him as he shrugs mentioning he had a lot of magazines to read during his time at Corcoran. 

The two of you dive into the art of crafting the perfect dumpling. You instruct him with how to, when to and why to. Well, it started that way. Halfway along the way, it became Oscar telling you what spices should go in there, as a suggestion of course.

“Sesame oil will bring out the richness in the soy sauce. Trust me.”

By the end of the hour long process of prep, cook and serve, your simple dipping sauce of soy sauce and rice vinegar ended up getting a makeover with the addition of sugar, sesame oil, Japanese assorted chili pepper flakes and grated ginger-garlic. Scallions as garnish and it’s more than you ever imagined it could be.

“Now, open.” You do as told and let him feed you. When you bite down, your knees go weak. Your eyes beam and he laughs, crossing his arms to wait for a thank you, you were so right!

You take a second to process the flavors after finishing your bite, “That oyster sauce really does make all the difference. How do you know so much about Asian cuisine?” You ask him. 

“I like to educate myself. All cultures are unique and I like to teach myself about it, try it out sometimes. So you like it?” Oscar leans against the counter as you do. You step a bit closer and lick your lips. 

He watches you as you smile to yourself and nod, finally looking back at him.

You look into his eyes at first but they lead you astray to look at his lips. Wow, his lips are really nice. He takes notice and steps closer, feeling his heart hammer. Were you making the first move? 

When you stand on the tip of your toes to close in space between you two, he lets his hands rest on your hips. You move yours to rest on his chest, “Can you teach me more?” You ask in a whisper.

Lub, dub, lub, dub, lub, dub goes his heart. 

“What do you want to know?” He swallows thickly. 

You move your hands to his neck, “Mexican cuisine.”

He is less then an inch to pressing his lips to yours when you step back. He looks confused as you give him something of a sinister smile, “What your favorite dish?”

Oscar laughs and rubs the nape of his neck, he drops his head forward and smiles. Little traviesa. You rest your elbows on the counter and let your chin rest in your hands. He takes the dish rag and flings it to you, “Nah, I don’t think you're ready for that just yet.”

“Oh c'mon! I am so ready.” The two of you are laughing as you plate more dumplings and sit to enjoy them on your kitchen island. You moan in satisfaction as the flavors erupt in your mouth. 

 “Second date. We’ll grill at my place and I’ll teach you anything you want to know over some coronas.” He brushes his thumb below your eye, never imagining he’d have a night like this. 

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[fan-ficing-tastic]

Thiam Starter Kit

Here is a short and sweet starter kit , 3 author, of fics I would recommend to literally anyone, not just Thiam shippers, to get you into the wonderful ship that it Thiam! I included, the number of chapters, words and the status of each fic because those things are always something I like to know personally, but if you don’t care ignore them lol!! I hope you enjoy! 

To start: What is Thiam? Thiam is the ship name for Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken in the Teen Wolf fandom. 

Is Thiam canon? Technically Thiam is not cannon, but there is a lot of speculation that it was either intended to be or should be. Lots of fans see a lot of sexual and emotional tension and chemistry between the two characters and I would say I have to agree. People tend to write Liam as bi and Theo as either bi or gay. I personally see both characters written in the show as bi, along with Stiles. 

Now lets get into the recommendations! 

Of course there is the classic: Airplanes by Captianmintyfresh 

Author’s summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Status: Complete            Chapters: 43/43             Words: 236,875

Airplanes has also been translated: 

Translation into Español available: Airplanes (Versión en Español) by mariasyko

Translation into Русский available: Airplanes by lissara22

This Author has also written: Sweet talking 

Author’s summary: The five times Theo gets jealous and chases people from Liam's house and the one time he doesn't have to.

Status: Complete            Chapters: 6/6            Words: 28,734

Captianmintyfresh has about 20 other Teen Wolf fan fictions as well has fics in other fandoms, and has recently updated their AO3! I would genuinely recommend anything they have written! 

Secondly, I would recommend basically anything by fallingforboys

My top 3 fics they have written are: 

don't you know i can't lose you (your heartbeat is my lullaby)

Author’s summary: Liam’s chest moves up and down steadily as Theo cleans up the dried red stains and Theo can’t stop himself and just gives in, lies his palm flat against the beta’s skin and watches his hand move up and down in sync with Liam’s breaths, feels the gentle thud of Liam’s heart in the tips of his fingers.

Note: I can never find good hurt Liam, protective Theo fics and this one is so good, if anyone else has a good recommendation for this kind of thing let me know! 

Status: Complete            Chapters: 1/1           Words: 3,162

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me)

Author’s summary: The first time Liam does it, Theo snatches his hand back immediately.

Note: this one is literally so fucking cute I can’t even breath!!!! 

Status: Complete            Chapters: 1/1           Words: 13,955

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for

Author’s summary: Theo used to always be in control, used to be able to switch from his animalistic, ruthless side to his stoic facade in a blink of an eye—it used to be second nature. It was, after all, how he had almost broken up the McCall pack last year. But then the pack took him by surprise, broke his expectations—evidently even the McCall pack could be cruel sometimes—and had sent him to hell. And all the training, all the sleepless nights Theo had spent being forced to learn how to hide, slipped out of his fingers. Because apparently, there were some things that made you forget what it was like to be in control, and getting your heart ripped out over and over and over until you forgot what it felt like to not feel an ache in your chest was one of those things.

Status: Complete            Chapters: 5/5           Words: 24,118

Lastly I want to recommend: WordsLeftUnspoken 

Genuinely one of my favorite fics of all time is: What It Means to Stay Alive

Author’s summary: Dangerous characters from Theo’s past arrive in Beacon Hills and want him dead. Liam is seriously not okay with this plan; especially since they seem hell-bent on slaughtering a group of supernaturals along with him. The beta’s in charge while Scott is gone, and no way is this going down on his watch. But if Theo and Liam want to stop the assassins and not be consumed by the passion, blood, and darkness that surrounds them, they’re going to need each other.

Set after 6x16, but the Hunter situation is ignored/on hold. Contains dual perspectives that will switch throughout chapters. Eventual E (Trust me. I’ve written the chapter. It gets there.)

Status: Complete            Chapters: 10/10          Words: 70,139

Note because I have to: This one is actually fucking amazing! I have read it probably two or three times which I never do! Soooooo good! 

There is also: Afterglow

Author’s summary: Finally. The chaos has been quieted; the threats resolved. Long suppressed words have been revealed, and secrets confessed. Both Theo and Liam have laid their souls bare for each other, marveling at the effects of giving in to who they truly want. But it’s easier to breathe whispers in the darkness of the night, and like it or not, daybreak will always arrive with tomorrow just around the corner. How long can they stay lost in each other before the world catches up?

Can be read as a multi-chapter epilogue to What It Means to Stay Alive, outlining the weekend that follows the final chapter. I’ll add more tags as I go because I don’t want to spoil anything. Will have alternating perspectives throughout the chapters as usual, and ratings will also jump around.

Status: Not Complete(?)            Chapters: 3/4        Words: 22,301