#them offered to turn the movie down if it was too loud. this caught me a bit off guard since I expected them to still be so wrapped up in

[horsemage]

I think we should bring back basic etiquette lessons such as shutting the fuck up when you’re watching a movie in a group that is not exclusively your friend group 🙂

[star-suh]

Product Testing

Park Jisung x Male Reader

cw: top jisung, bottom reader, cheating, yn has a girlfriend, straight to bi ig, rimjob, fingering, blowjob, handjob, face sitting, breeding, shower sex, they almost get caught, ripped clothes.

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“i'm so happy you can finally meet my family” yn's new girlfriend give little cute happy hops. the newly made couple was walking towards the girl’s house. yn was nervous, rumors said that she has a very serious brother, someone that would make even the devil himself would run away from him. even though he knows that's just bullshit he still was scared of meeting him.

the door opened, a lovely lady and a man were there behind the door. they smiled and greeted yn and he did the same. seeing only the two of them yn felt relieved maybe he wasn't home ‘what a lucky day’ he said in his head.

he was exploring the house when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they were heavy and loud, each one of them echoing in the empty walls of the house as if they were in some kind of movie. “so you're yn, right?” he said with not a single emotion in his face nor his voice. “y-yes i am”.

“why are you stuttering” jisung smirks, “are you that nervous of meeting me?” he trailed his index finger on yn’s arm “hmm?”. “n-no no” yn tried to brush it off and disguise the embarrassment “i’m just so happy that i can finally meet you all”. “you're very happy then. you did it again” he rubs the other's back and leaves towards the kitchen.

“what the fuck” yn whispers, there's something in jisung’s aura that makes him feel weak.

the hours passed and yn felt as if he was being teased by jisung, he always sits manspreading in front of yn, grabs his bulge whenever he is looking at him. yn can swear that he is not wearing any type of underwear under his shorts. the night came, “oh shoot it's already night, i have to go” yn was getting prepared to leave when his mother-in-law stops him, “sweetie it's too late why don't you sleep here with us?”; “but not in my daughter's room” the father adds.

“no, it's ok. i can take a taxi” he said; “i insist” the woman said, showing a smile. she was so cute that he couldn't decline the offer. “ok, i'll stay. the sofa looks comfy”; “if you want you can sleep on jisung's room” jisung's dad tells yn who turn his head to look at the other male, he was smirking at him and saying “i don't mind sharing my room”...

seeing that there wasn't a futon for yn to sleep on the floor he has to share the bed with jisung. “good night” yn blurted out, throwing the sheets on top of his body. “good night” jisung replied. yn side eyed at him seeing he was shirtless and the bulge on his pajama shorts was more visible, he indeed wasn't wearing underwear. “like what you see?” jisung laughs and jumps onto the bed “don't act as if you weren't checking me out a few seconds ago” he said that with his mouth inches away from the other's ear, “it looks like you came here for me and not my sister”.

11 pm and yn can't sleep, jisung was breathing against his neck, it sent shivers down his spine. and not to talk that his bulge was being pressed against his ass. ‘he must be having a wet dream’ he thought ‘there's no other explanation for this’. but then he hears something, “guess you're liking it, seeing how you're not doing anything about it” jisung starts kissing his neck. “w-why are you doing this ji-jisung” his words coming out like whispered whimpers. “take it like a product testing, you know?, like when you have to try something to see if it’s good for other people” his tongue leaving a wet stripe on yn’s ear, “i have to see if you're good enough for my sister. you get it?”. yn nodded, he just gave in into the pleasure jisung was offering.

he pulled down yn's shorts and ripped his underwear so he could have easy access to his hole. yn grabbed jisung's bulge and massaged it later pulling it out from a side through a sleeve of the shorts “you're indeed not wearing underwear.. perv” he stated.

jisung smeared the pre-cum coming out of his tip on his brother-in-law's hole. “you're writhing” jisung uttered, “you want my cock that much?” his warm breath caressing the back of his neck and ears. yn was a completely mess, he was in a fucked up state, he didn't know what to say or how to act just letting jisung guide him into the forbidden pleasures. “wanna suck me, pretty boy?”, yn nodded trying to hide his flushed face. he went under the sheets and went straight to the action, leaving a trail of kisses from the tip, down the shaft and finally his balls. jisung moaned quietly, remembering how they're not alone in the house, “for a beginner you're doing pretty good” he heaved. yn licked and sucked on the other's dick trying to put it all the way down his throat, savoring the salty clear liquid that comes out of it. “how is it?” yn asked still under the sheets, tears pooling on his eyes and hair sticking out on his forehead because of the sweat. jisung licked two of his fingers to introduce them in yn's tight ring of muscles, slowly they were going in and out “look at your filthy hole, so inviting” he pulls out his digits and looks how the hole clenches into air “look at it, it's winking at me” he jokes. they were so focused on pleasuring each other that they didn't hear anyone knocking at the door.

“i'm coming in” yn's girlfriend opened the door, both guys got scared but thanks to jisung quick reaction he managed to hide yn under the sheets and the latter did the same hiding jisung's dick with the short sleeve. “oh hey dear sister, what brings you here?” jisung asks with surprise laced in his tone, “nothing, i went to the kitchen for a glass of water and came here.. to see how you two were” she stated. jisung's heart was beating fast he felt like at some moment it would come out of his chest “we're good, but your boyfriend here is quite the bad bed companion” he signals towards yn and lifts just a bit of the sheet to show her he was sleeping “he moves too much in bed” he jokes and his sister just laughs "so cute. goodnight see you tomorrow”, she waves goodbye and closes the door.

“holy fuck that was close” jisung wipes the sweat on his forehead with his hand. “we're almost got caught” yn says, concerned. “no shit sherlock. i felt like i would just faint at some point of the conversation” jisung lets out the sighest sigh he ever sighed.

resuming with his “product testing” jisung made yn sit on his face and ride his tongue. the wet muscle going inside of him, “so tasty” jisung murmurs. yn masturbated and spits on his brother-in-law's dick while the latter keeps on eating him out. “let's go to the bathroom” jisung proposes “it’s safer there, we don't want someone else sneaking on the room”. “you know we can just lock the door?” yn commented with a serious face and a sarcastic tone, “shut up and let's fuck” jisung guide him towards the bathroom while kissing him.

in the shower jisung railed yn against the glass, his sweaty body shape being imprinted on it, his breaths fogging the clear surface. “fuck jisung slow down. you're gonna rip me” he whimpers, his legs trembling due to the pleasure. “i can't, you're so tight. it feels too good” he responded. jisung lifted yn's left leg with his left hand to have a better access to his puckered hole. his dick going in and out in a fast pace, his balls slapping against it. with his right hand jisung pushes yn's head against the glass and proceeded to lick his cheek and then making eye contact with their hooded eyes “you're taking me so well yn. what if i want to keep tasting this product?” he said while gripping his ass cheeks, “i wouldn't mind” the other whispered. the top laughs “that's my yn” he mutters.

“i'm gonna fucking cum, where do you want it” jisung asked with a hurry, his dick already throbbing. “in me ji-jisung fill me up. i want my brother-in-law's semen”. jisung cupped his face with his right hand so yn can face him and kiss him. as he does so, his dick was filling him up with loads and loads of semen. after that jisung knelt and sucked yn not stopping until he milked the last drop out of his dick.

after their steamy sex session jisung helped yn clean himself in the shower, introducing his fingers on his hole toh help him push out all the cum, “this is the hottest thing i've seen in my life” he says with emotion, licking his lips.

next day they woke up, had breakfast and spend the morning as if nothing happened last night. he was saying goodbye to his girlfriend, her parents and lastly her brother, the both hugged and jisung whispered something on his ear “hope i can taste that ass more like a deeper inspection”, yn laughed and wave goodbye but not before winking at him and mouthing a yes.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | December 19th-24th 2023

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you're all having a good time with your loved ones. You might get an extra rec this week as a treat! 😊

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running in the dark (let the storms arise) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (6x10: In A Flash | 2K | Teen): As Buck sleeps, Eddie dreams.

give it to someone special by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, Christmas | 12K | Mature): Buck and Eddie meet at the airport after their respective girlfriends live their Hallmark movie dreams and dump them right before Christmas.

I Couldn’t Stand the Person Inside Me I Turned All the Mirrors Around by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Hurt Buck, Established Buddie | 7K | General): The shattering sound of plates erupted in the air like a crack of thunder and Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone. Something was wrong. It was a hair thin trigger that had been switched the moment he caught sight of his boyfriend and the whole world could’ve stopped for all Eddie knew. Buck was staring down at his hands, breathing way too fast, and drowning in some kind of panic that only he could see. “My hands won’t work,” Buck said so quietly.

🔥 Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.

The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.

🔥 to be found by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 71K | Mature): After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to. Eddie is gentle, kind, and has made a pack for himself and his son that Buck desperately wishes he could be a part of. (Part 1 of to be found (verse))

🔥 to belong by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 9K | Explicit): Reluctantly, Buck detaches himself from Eddie’s neck and lifts his head just enough for them to look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are dark even with the room bathing in sunlight, his pupils blown. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace, his cheeks flushed. Buck can’t help but lick his own mouth at the sight of Eddie’s kiss-bruised lips. I did that, he thinks. A few months ago he hadn’t even known how to kiss Eddie properly for the first time, and now he can do this. Can leave Eddie looking completely disheveled with just his mouth and hands, the sound of his fast thumping heart loud in Buck’s ears. It makes his chest swell with pride. (Part 2 of to be found (verse))

Christmas Lights by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Established Buddie, Christmas | 1K | Teen): “What are we looking at?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled from where his cheek is resting against the top of Buck’s head. “The lights.” “Okay,” Eddie hums. “And what do we think about the lights?”

don't waste a dime on me by QuietLittleVoices/ @hawkeyefrommash (Established Buddie, Secret Relationship | 2K | Teen): Buck and Eddie attend the LAFD's Winter Charity Gala, where Buck is up for auction as a 'date with a real firefighter!'.

Pining. Get it? Like the Tree? by littlechivalry/ @jonlybonlyfromboldlygo (Christmas, First Kiss | 2K | General): Buck likes Christmas. Well, he likes the idea of Christmas.  Loved ones getting together. Generosity. The magic of the season. It's wonderful. The reality however, or at least the reality he's experienced? Not so much.

all I want for christmas by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie has to work Christmas Eve and asks Buck to take him to the Buckley-Han Christmas dinner. Buck is happy to spend Christmas with Christopher, but being with his parents dampens the mood. It makes it worse when his mother questions his place in Christopher’s life. Luckily, Christopher knows Buck enough to see him hurting and has a plan to make him feel better. To show him who his real family are.

baby, you never lookеd better than you do in that ugly Christmas sweatеr by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | General): Buck mentions he always wanted his family to wear matching Christmas sweaters, but never got it - Eddie takes matters into his own hands.

Like The Cavemen Did by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 4K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie discover a new part of themselves.

🔥 still sitting in a corner i haunt by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel | 7K | Mature): Unable to imagine a scenario where acting on his feelings for Buck doesn’t end up with everybody hurt, Eddie rejects Buck. Before he can finish the conversation, Eddie is ripped from his time and hurtled into several, seemingly random moments from the future that help clarify his decision.

How Eddie Learned To Stop Worrying and Embrace the Kitten Life by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 7K | Explicit): Or, 5 times Eddie refuses to acknowledge his cat behavior and one time he does

All it took was one sniff by kas_delafere/ @janekburza (Incubus Buck, Werewolf Eddie | 1K | General): Buck’s been starving himself since Abby left. But the new hire in the station apparently took one look (one sniff, really) at him and decided Buck is The One.

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas | 9K | Teen): 5 times the team tries to get Eddie and Buck to kiss under the mistletoe and the 1 time they do. Kinda.

ain’t a drop of bad blood by grandpacat (Post-Lawsuit | 2K | General): Buck cries, Eddie apologizes, Eddie cries, Buck apologizes. Post-lawsuit canon divergence.

Hearth by grandpacat (Post-S6 | 6K | Mature): In which Marisol finds out about Eddie's will and isn't happy, Eddie has some realizations, and all the important conversations happen in the kitchen.

Brain Machine Broke by grandpacat (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 1K | General): Buck sees Eddie holding Jee-Yun and his brain breaks.

You and Me Here (underneath the mistletoe) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): It’s fine. It’s just a kiss under the mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition, and in this case, just a joke. Not a big deal. He can play along – his only other choice is being weird about it, which sounds too much like revealing his feelings. So, he swallows it down and looks at Eddie who is still standing frozen, staring up at the mistletoe hanging above them. Buck forces an easy smile. “C’mon, I’m not that bad,” he jokes. The tension in Eddie’s shoulders lessens a little and he laughs softly. “No. No you’re not,” he admits. “So, what do we do?” Buck shrugs, trying to remain casual. “I guess we just suck it up and French a little.”

Bottled Poetry by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Fake Relationship, Valentine's Day | 7K | Teen): Buck and Eddie take a platonic trip to a winery and everyone assumes they're a couple. Eddie pines.

Home is Just Another Word for You by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): Eddie misses his flight home to his son on Christmas Eve, and just so happens to get stuck with the handsome man who sprinted across the airport with him.

Dance the Night Away by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting | 7K | Mature): "Just promise me something, okay?" Eddie is brought around to the present, blinking as he wraps his hand around his beer bottle and nods for Ricky to go on, even though he's already half-sure of what's about to happen. "You have to rescue that poor boy over there." Ricky nods over Eddie's left shoulder, and Eddie, even though he knows better, finds himself twisting, hip cocked against the low bar, to follow Ricky's line of sight toward the cluster of round tables in the corner of the room.

Please Don't Wake Me Up by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Incubus Eddie | 11K | Explicit): "You've been having wet dreams about me." And shit. Fucking fuck. That was not what Eddie had wanted to start with. But the words are out in the open, and Buck is gaping at him, jaw damn near on the floor as he's frozen, blinking quickly and processing what Eddie's just said. "You- how- did Chimney tell you?"

Cat Scratch Fever by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Cat Hybrid Buck, PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): When another cat hybrid on a call accidentally gets Buck hyped on pheromones, Eddie's there to take care of him.

When the Lost are Found by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Soulmates AU | 3K | General): When everyone seems to have a better soulmate identifying system, Buck can't help but consider his own to be lackluster. How's he meant to find his soulmate with loose change and mismatched socks after all?

Capture Something by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Percy Jackson Fusion | 3K | Teen): "Let's see," Buck counts off on his fingers, "he just broke up with his girlfriend. He lives in Texas while I'm in Pennsylvania. We have no evidence he's even interested in boys, and, oh yeah!" Buck fake gasps as though this last point has just come to him, "he's an Ares kid."

WIP

They don’t know (your name is already mine) by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Post-S6, Secret Relationship, Hurt Buck | 3/4 | 7K | General): Buck gets in a car accident on Christmas Eve Eve and the only ID he has on him is Eddie's dog tags. A case of mistaken Identity, a trip to the hospital and a Christmas Surprise.

Packing Light by devirnis/ @devirnis(Last Holiday AU, Christmas | 1/4 | 8K | Teen): The discovery that he has a terminal illness prompts Buck, who has been stagnating as a sales associate at Kelly’s Department Store, to withdraw his life savings and jet off to Europe. There, he lives like a millionaire at the luxury hotel where his sister works. The only one missing from his new life is his coworker and longtime crush, Eddie Diaz.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 19/? | 13K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 1/17 | 12K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 15K | 6/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

42. Head Empty Just Vibes : Rated G - just more of me being obsessed with the possibilities of Eddie's recovery and Buck being there for him. 43. Phantom Sensation : Rated T - just to be on the safe side for blood and trauma and such. Yet another post-shooting "Buck stays over and helps Eddie recover" ficlet.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Yandere! Scarface Gojo x afab! Reader who's ovulating and speaks whatever the hell is on her mind.

You could care less about how you got locked up in this beautiful and very isolated cabin surrounded by hundreds of miles of forest trees. And how many times you tried to save your dignity by escaping your captor from hell.

All you could think about was the man in front of you who got into bed with you, shirtless and only in his boxers, getting comfortable. It was silent, and all you could do was.....stare at his.....[very gorgeous body that caught your eyes. But you'd never say that out loud. Or would you?]body.

.............Satoru will admit. It's silent! And you're never silent. He doesn't look at you, he gives it a second before you start calling him very mean names and how his love logic is the worst kind of logic ever and that he should let you go. But it never comes.

So he gives in and turns, a slight smile on his face. But it falters, very surprised.

You have this look on your face.

....he doesn't know what to think. It's so....raw....?

You're staring at him with this look of unfaltering love and trust and....what? Lust? It's almost creepy.

This is a face you only make in his dreams. He thinks back, unsure if he drugged you with something. But nothing comes up.

You haven't scooted away, you're just sitting there, completely turned to him and admiring him.

"Uh....." For once, he doesn't know what to say. "Is there something on my face?"

You actually, like, smile at his joke. Like full teeth and it's gorgeous. And he can't help but mirror your expression.

"That was funny. And yeah, obviously. You got some cute scars on your face. And body." Unashamed, you trail your eyes down to the rest of his body.

Um, woah? You haven't laughed at his jokes since September 20th. He scrunches his eyebrows, really thinking now.

Either this is a joke, or you're trying to find a way to escape again, or someone's holding you at gunpoint.

But he knows no one would find this location, and he'd find them before they would've found you so that's out of the question.

None of the other options matter anyways, he's too impatient to see what else you'd say to him. You got him riled up.

"Oh, yeah?" He sits up a little more, the blanket falls down his stomach, showing his pelvis and legs, intentionally.

You hum in agreement and take this as an offer to trail your gaze even lower. Satoru cocks his head to the side. "What's gotten into you? Tryna escape again, or???"

You look back at him and slowly shake your head. "No, I just.....you look good." You shrug and give him a look of honesty. He's never seen your face so expressive since June 7th(he has videos from before he met you).

(I got tired of writing in bullet format)

He nods and scans your face once more before a smile slowly makes its way back to his face. "You think I look good?" You nod again. "Tell me how." You look away, thinking about it. "I don't know. You, uhh......even though you didn't have any scars before and looked good then," Oh, did he now?? "Your scars make you seem....wiser and hotter, I guess." Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. But it felt so good finally telling him about these pent-up feelings you've had for a few days now. And it's getting harder to ignore the throbbing in your pussy, anyways.

Satoru nods like he understands exactly what you're talking about, his ego suffocating the room. "Oh, I'm glad you shared that with me, baby." He sighs dramatically. "It must've been so hard for you not to communicate that with me, hm? These past few days, I've been in and out of here." You nod, and he smiles. He looks back at you and points to his side. "Come sit closer to me, I wanna feel you. There's also this new movie I want to watch."

Satoru keeps his eyes on your every move, watching as you slowly crawl your way into his arms and melt into them. He doesn't know what the hell has gotten into you but he fucking loves it. Your left hand on his stomach and your face leaning into his chest. Your legs are starting to tangle with his. This is all he's ever wanted.

He can....feel your heartbeat. Fast and hard to control. He can feel....your relaxed body on his. Your body warmth shared with his. Your soft and squishy skin. He's sure you wouldn't mind his hand going under your shirt, right? He doesn't do it, though. He just listens to your raging heartbeat. But he acts like he's ignoring it as he blindly searches through the streaming channel. Suddenly, he hears your quiet voice. "Hm?" He asks, turning his head down to face you. You look up at him with those large, innocent doe eyes that make his cock twitch. "Can i....I just wanna..." the remote almost cracks in his hand as your soft lips press against his neck. So warm and foreign.

Yeah, you're never seeing your family again. You slowly and surely pepper kisses along his neck. His lips part as your hand trails down his stomach and you lean into him more to reach farther on his face. Behind the ear, on the ear, you're getting to his high cheekbone. Your leg is almost draped over his and his heart beats faster.

You make a sound of happiness as you kiss at his jawline, too. But then you stop and Satoru comes down from his happy place, face red and cock straining his pants. "Wh....why did you stop?" You see his face and look confused. "Huh?" He gives you a dirty glance. Animalistic and unrestrained. "Don't stop kissing me." Before you could act on what he said or even comprehend it, he took matters into his own hands.

He firmly grabs your chin and pulls you into a deep, emotion filled kiss. He shoves his tongue down your throat, emptying your mind in the process. You moan into the kiss, which makes him moan too, and you absentmindedly grind into his side, horny and so needy. Satoru wraps his arm around your side and gropes it like it's the only thing keeping him alive. It actually hurts, and you could care less. It makes you even wetter. You wanna take your shirt off. You wanna feel his skin on yours so bad. Your knee brushes against his hard on. Immediately understanding what it is, your eyes open, and you gasp, separating from the kiss.

You look down at it, sparkles in your eyes. It looks so big! You wonder if it can fit? Or if you can ride it? Would he even let you ride it before creampie-ing you first? "Can I help?" Spills out of your lips faster than you can think. You look back at Satoru, who's a thousand degrees in love. Who is he to disagree? "You can do whatever you want, baby. But first, I gotta taste you." You nod, and Satoru has never been a happier man. Hopefully you won't regret your decision in a few more days.

[bagopucks]

Q. Hughes - Softly, Sweetly

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Quinn Hughes x Fem!reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): Just some making out, proofread once <3

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“And you’re sure they’re not coming home?” I asked softly, slowly stepping out of the car Quinn had picked me up in. The car that his parents didn’t use to take Luke and Jack out.

Quinn and I didn’t have plans to hang out. We’d skipped out on making plans specifically because he was going to go to Jack’s hockey game with his family. I knew things had changed when he texted me two hours after school saying, ‘I’ll pick you up for a movie?’

I knew what that meant. Quinn was a homebody. It meant we were going to lay on the couch, curled up under a million blankets, and watch a cheesy Christmas movie. I was all in.

“Hockey games take like.. three hours with all the breaks and stopping. We have a lot of time.” Quinn assured me, and I knew we had even more time considering the rink Jack was playing at, was an hour away. He rushed over to my place to get me the second he knew his parents hadn’t turned around to come back after forgetting something.

Quinn grabbed his house keys and unlocked the front door, letting me step inside first and shed the winter coat I’d been wearing. I hung it on the coat rack next to the door. When I looked back at Quinn, he was smiling at me. The simple sight of his lips turned upward made me blush. Especially when I knew it was something I did to make him so happy.

“You walk around here like you own the place,” Quinn teased, pushing the door shut and wrapping his arms around my torso to hug me.

“I’m sorry?” I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

“No.. no I love it. I want you to walk around our house like this some day.” His words caught me off guard, but it wasn’t the first time Quinn had mentioned something of the sort. I did at times too.

Being seniors in high school, we both had individual paths we wanted to take. One thing we knew for sure though, was that we wanted to stay together. But Quinn and I were practical people. We were both afraid it might not work out like that. So we counted our blessings while we had them, and decided to cherish the time knew we had together.

“What’s on the agenda tonight, Quintin?” I asked softly, sighing as the dark haired boy pulled away from me. He began to step out of the entryway before I grabbed his wrist. “Shoes.”

My simple reminder had Quinn quickly kicking his wet shoes off before I released his hand and let him go. I kneeled over to untie and take off my own shoes. I set them aside before stepping further into the house.

“I thought.. maybe a blanket fort?” Quinn’s voice grew distant as he wandered down the hall. I heard a door open, then a quiet grunt.

“I’ve been told I’m a professional at those!” I responded loud enough for him to hear, my eyes lit up when Quinn returned with a large folded comforter.

“Really? That’s good..” a nervous laugh fell from his lips. “Jack says I suck at them.” His words made me laugh quietly. Jack always criticized his brothers. Ever the loud and opinionated middle child. “Come help me get the rest of the blankets off my bed.”

It was clear Quinn thought nothing of the offer, but I’d never been in his room before. It was a rule: no girls in the bedrooms. It made me wonder if Quinn simply forgot, or chose to ignore it since we were alone.

I followed behind him, hesitant but excited as I stepped through the door of his room. It was painted a deep blue, decorated with hockey items and knickknacks. I allowed myself time to look everything over before my eyes landed on Quinn. Just in time to see him tossing blankets at me.

“Quinn Hughes!” I chastised through another laugh. I did my best to hold what I could, while Quinn gathered the rest and led me back out of his room.

I almost fell down the steps on the way back to the living room. I didn’t find it funny, but Quinn certainly did.

Once we got to the living area, we dropped our blankets on the floor and stood side by side. Ready to put our heads together and construct the best blanket fort known to man kind.

I’d give Jack credit where credit is due… Quinn really did suck at blanket forts.

I’d get something draped or situated, and a moment later I’d see the blanket completely fall. Only to look up at the guilty culprit.

“Q.. I love you.. I really do,” I began at one point, staring him down. He immediately pulled his hands away from the light blue sheet he was trying to situate over one of the barstools he’d brought up from the basement.

“You’ve gotta stop messing shit up. We’ll never get to the movie.”

After that, Quinn didn’t touch anything unless I told him to. Once I had things somewhat situated, I allowed him to set up the inside. That, he was much better at. When I finished the outer shell, I knelt down in front of the opening and spotted him setting up a few pillows. Blankets covered the floor too, and the throw pillows from the couch were placed around for extra padding on the sides.

Quinn seemed in his own world, so I let him do his thing, watching. He paused at one point, examining his work, biting his lip, before he went in to fluff one of the pillows. When he turned to call me, he practically jumped out of his skin.

“Dude!”

Ah yes, so affectionate.

“It looks good in here.” I sat on my knees, still outside of the fort. We were missing a few things. I didn’t want to get comfy yet.

“Thanks.” Quinn flashed me a brief smile before slipping out from beneath the fort. I stood with him. “Do you want to grab snacks? And I’ll grab the iPad?”

It sounded like a good compromise to me. I nodded.

“Maybe two bottles of water too!” I heard Quinn call as we went our separate was.

We joined up again outside of the fort, my arms full of various chip bags and a box of goldfish. Quinn’s only held his iPad. He helped by taking a few of the snacks from my hands.

Quinn directed me to the side of the fort where the pillow he previously fluffed was. I was the first to get comfortable and lay out snacks, while he had gone to turn off the lights in the living room. When Quinn came back, I was already scrolling through his iPad for movies to watch. He was quick to take up the empty space next to me, leaning on his elbow to see the screen so he could help.

“What are we in the mood for?” I asked quietly, eyeing the comedy section of the streaming service.

“What about The Mighty Ducks?” A different request than usual, but I could cope with that. It was a good movie.

“You got it, Quinny.” I moved one of my hands from the iPad, and subconsciously reached to rest my hand on the back of his head. I carded my fingers gently through his hair.

After I found the movie, Quinn and I got the iPad set up between us. We both laid on our sides, arms tucked beneath our heads for better elevation.

For the good first half of the film, we were pretty occupied. But after a while, I started to notice Quinn stealing occasional glances at me.

I tried to play oblivious. Part of me was really enjoying the movie. But it was impossible to ignore Quinn when he hoisted himself up on all fours and climbed over both the iPad and my body.

“Quinn.” I mumbled, turning my head to watch him settle on his side behind me, wrapping an arm around me. “What are you doing?”

“Wasn’t comfortable.” It was the only response he would offer before his gaze had fallen on the iPad again. My eyes followed shortly after.

Silence fell upon us again. I had to admit I enjoyed being in his arms like this a lot more than across from him.

Quinn’s head eventually dropped to the pillow beside mine. I assumed he’d gotten uncomfortable holding it up, but those assumptions were proven wrong when I felt his warm lips press against the nape of my neck. My heart fluttered.

“Quinn. The movie,” I whispered. I reached back to gently push his head away. I wouldn’t have minded a little fun, but I had to give him some trouble first.

“Come on,” he mumbled, moving his hand to my hip. “We’ve seen it a million times.” His words caused me to chuckle.

I finally rolled over. “Yeah.. I wonder why.” I was quick to shoot back. Quinn deadpanned, then rolled his eyes.

“You’re so mean sometimes.” This time it was my turn to roll my eyes. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his own, then ended our chaste kiss with a sigh. Quinn didn’t look particularly satisfied. He was in one of those moods.

It wasn’t long before he reconnected our lips, his hand gently rested against my cheek. There’s something so exciting and yet so intimate about kissing Quinn when I wasn’t even supposed to be around him. We were alone together and nobody knew. It’s like we were finally adults in some form or another.

I shifted my body closer to his, our legs tangling together. My hand found the hem of Quinn’s shirt, and slipped beneath it. I giggled into the kiss at the sound of his quiet gasp. My hands must have still been cold.

“You could have warned me,” Quinn whispered quietly as he parted our lips. At first I wasn’t certain what he was talking about.

“My hands?” I smirked and slowly slid them up his chest beneath his shirt. A shiver befell Quinn. “Too cold for Mr. ice hockey?” My taunting earned a sarcastic, ‘ha-ha’ from him.

“I’d ask to take your shirt off, but wouldn’t want you to freeze to death.” Quinn’s eyes never left me. His brow rose as if to ask if I was serious. I gave him a ‘duh’ look in response.

“Have at it.” His words made me snicker. I was careful when I sat up, and tossed one of my legs over his side to straddle him and rest on his hips.

Quinn’s hands found my thighs. He rested them there and smiled up at me as I removed my own hands from beneath his shirt. I leaned forward to reconnect our lips in a much deeper kiss than before. There was a nip at my lip, and I had responded appropriately with one to his own. Still screwing with Quinn even though he was trying to have an intimate moment.

“C’mon,” I parted our lips to whisper. I pushed Quinn’s hands away from my hips, and slipped my own back beneath his shirt to pull it off over his head. A few strands of his beautiful dark hair had been pulled out of place. I tossed his shirt aside, covering the iPad and dimming the only light we had. I could just barely see Quinn, but he looked excited anyway.

My hands ran the expanse of his chest, down to his stomach, up his sides. Quinn’s eyes had fallen at some point to watch my hands. Even as they had travelled up to his shoulders and down his arms, eventually stopping to grab his hands and place them back on my hips. But he had other plans when they slipped to grip my ass.

“You’re the most magnificent person I have ever met.” My words came out as whispers. I leaned forward and reconnected our lips, Quinn‘s hands squeezed in response. It only took a moment before his tongue dragged across my bottom lip, and who was I to deny him access?

I parted my lips for him as one of Quinn’s hands had moved and slipped beneath my shirt to hold onto my hip. He hummed. From what I assumed was pleasure. I carefully dragged my hips against his own, and earned a groan in response. Quinn’s hands ventured further up beneath my shirt, slipping behind my back in hopes of finding my bra clip. His hands halted in their tracks when his phone began to ring. That distinct tone he had set for one person in particular. We stared each other down before I shook my head.

“Answer it.” I knew it was his mom.

He lazily reached for his phone, mumbling something about his mother before answering the call and placing it on speaker.

“Hey, sweetie. I just wanted to let you know we might be back a little later. Traffic was bad on the drive up here. Your father thinks it’ll be worse on the way back.” Ellen’s voice made me smile. The woman was always so kind and personable.

“It’s alright, mom. I think I can keep myself entertained.” I had to cover my mouth to conceal my giggles at his words.

“I know. I know. I just worry leaving you home alone sometimes.” I gently hooked a finger in the waistband of Quinn’s shorts. A surprised gasp left his lips.

“Quinn?”

“I’m okay mom.. sorry- I was just.. I’m okay.” Quinn tried to push my hand away as he spoke, but I gave him a hard time nonetheless, wiggling my hips. His eyes closed tightly, and he drew his bottom lip between his teeth to silence the noise that threatened to escape.

“Sweetie, you promise you’re okay?” Ellen’s concern was endearing, but something neither of us wanted at the moment.

“I’m fine.” His voice was strained, and silence followed his words. Then the screen lit up and Quinn and I both looked down at his phone. Ellen was trying to FaceTime him.

“Holy shit-“ I mumbled out as I climbed off his lap, scrambling to get out of the blanket fort while he grabbed his phone and answered the call.

“Quinn.” His mother sounded suspicious. “Did you hurt yourself? Is everything okay?” Quinn sat up as his mother spoke.

“I’m okay mom. I promise! I just had- it’s nothing.” He adjusted his shorts, glancing up at me before looking back at the phone. I tried to remain as still and quiet as possible.

“Honey..” Ellen sighed, “I swear to god if you have your girlfriend over..” She sounded concerned.

“Mom!” Quinn combated her tone with offense in his own. “You know that’s not me. That’s all Jack.”

My brow rose in a silent, ‘seriously?’ This might have been the first time Quinn had me over without permission, but it certainly wasn’t the first time we’d been together without somebody knowing. Silence followed. Ellen seemed to be deciding whether or not she believed him. Then she sighed.

“Alright.. alright.. I’m sorry honey. I just- after that last incident.. can’t blame me for being a little nervous.” I had to cover my mouth once again not to laugh.

The ‘last’ incident was more like a horror story. Jack had been in trouble for weeks over the whole situation. His mother still got tense about leaving him home alone because of it.

“It’s okay mom. We’re fine.” Quinn spoke, too carefree after assuming he was in the clear.

“We?”

I was sure both of our hearts dropped to our stomachs at the same time.

“You idiot!” I mouthed.

“Quintin.” Ellen spoke sternly. She didn’t have to snap or yell at him to get him to give in. She knew that.

Quinn hung up. My eyes went as wide as they could have possibly gone.

“Quinn! Did you just hang up on her?” I had never seen Ellen when she was furious, nor did I want to.

“I hung up on her.” Quinn confirmed before his phone lit up again.

“You hung up on your mother!” I scolded, and the realization of his actions finally dawned on him.

“Do I answer her again?” Quinn questioned frantically. I gave him a ‘duh’ face before placing my hands on my hips. I would have hated to see Quinn in trouble, but at the same time, it was his mother.. and I didn’t know what else to do aside from encouraging him to turn himself in.

Quinn looked down at his phone and answered the call once again.

It wasn’t on speakerphone.

I still heard Ellen yell his full name at the top of her lungs.

Quinn and I both crossed ourselves when we heard the sound of his mother’s voice.

I knew one thing… I wanted to be home with every door and window locked before Ellen got back to her son. Lest her wrath fall upon me as well.

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[sondheim-girly]

Finally getting to the marbit part of the marbit fic! And be warned that chapters are gonna start getting longer. My submission for day 3 of @outsidersweek, and thanks to @walmartbrandwhatever for being my beta reader. masterpost for this fic

April, 1967

Marcia

Trip was off at the concession stand getting snacks for Marcia, when two boys sat down on the bench behind her, cackling and talking as loud as possible. ‘Just ignore them!’ Marcia thought to herself as she gazed up at the huge screen of the drive-in. But Marcia wasn’t known for taking the smart route.

“Oh would you just shut up!! Some of us are trying to watch a movie, you know!” She snapped, looking back at the two greasers who seemed shocked at her outburst. 

“And how do you know we aren’t watching the movie?” One of the boys asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

The other one stood up, “I’m gonna go find Ace,” he said, seemingly too tired to deal with the feisty soc in front of him. The first boy simply grinned and waved him off. 

“Well sure,” Marcia responded once the other boy was gone, “this horror movie is known for its very comedic scenes” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“If you’re taking it seriously, then I’m not sure you’ve been watching it at all.”

Marcia looked back up at the screen, and had to choke back a laugh. “Do they really expect us to believe that that’s what it looks like for a huge blob to eat a person?”

“And you’re so educated about that subject?”

“I’ll have you know my older brother was tragically eaten by the huge blob that infested our house, and trust me it looked nothing like that”

“I suppose the socs do get bigger houses, but at least the east side isn’t infected with blobs.”

“Well, you win some, you lose some.”

The boy grinned, and Marcia felt something in her heart flutter. He moved over to sit next to her in one fluid motion.

“Say, you got a name?” he asked,

“Not one to spare, I’m afraid. You?”

“I got two names, you want one?”

“Why not?”

The boy held out two closed hands. “Pick one,” he offered.

Marcia pointed at his left hand, and the boy laughed.

“You sure?”

“Of course,”

The boy took a breath, then said, “Keith.”

Marcia laughed, “you’re kidding me! I really should have gone with the right hand.”

“I did warn you! You want my other name?”

“Yeah,” Marcia grinned, 

“Then tell me yours,” the boy challenged, a mischievous smile on his face that felt like it could light up Marcias whole world. She wished she could sit here with this boy for the rest of the night, but just as she was thinking that, she heard a loud voice behind her.

“Marcia, what the hell are you doing!!” 

Marcia jumped up from the bench to look at her boyfriend, “Trip-”

“I leave for five minutes and you immediately go talk to some dirty greaser?!”

“Trip stop-” she pleaded, but her boyfriend had already stormed off towards his car. Marcia turned back to the boy who had brightened her world for a moment.

“Marcia. Pretty name.” He said, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“I have to go after him…” Marcia paused, then said, “you have my name, now can I have yours?”

“Two-Bit.” he responded,

“Bye Two-Bit,” Marcia said, a sad smile on her face, before she turned away and ran after her boyfriend. She caught him just before he opened the door to his car. “Trip stop- Trip please! He was disrupting the movie so I tried to get him to stop, but then he came and sat next to me and he wouldn't stop talking. I didn’t invite him over or anything! Trip please don’t be mad!”

“You both looked pretty cozy to me…” 

“We weren’t! I promise.” Marcia put her hand on Trips face and turned his eyes towards her, before pressing her lips against his.

“I’ll kill that greaser if I ever see him again. I swear I will.” Trip said, but his eyes had started to soften.

“Trip you know how I feel when you get into fights! Just let it go, alright?” She pleaded, pressing her lips to his once again. She finally felt him melt against her, and he lifted her up to sit on the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around her. She gazed over his shoulder and locked eyes with Two-Bit. He looked resigned, almost sad, but accepting. He then turned away from her, seemingly without a second thought. Something about him tugged at Marcias heartstrings, but she just closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into Trips neck, wondering if she’d ever get that smile out of her head.

[skele-bunny]

Shopping. (No CW) Phantom/Aether/Dewdrop

CW - None

Characters: Phantom, Aether, misc Ghouls.

(It's about to be August so that means the Hot Topic is putting out Halloween items. Take Phantom there STAT!!!! Also yes I'm aware Sweden doesn't have a HT, but luckily this is fanfic where anything can be real of I try hard enough.)

(Divider by @ wrathofrats )

"If you could have anything, what would you have?"

It was a simple question, Phantom's face scrunching as he thought, scratching his cheek before looking up at Aether with a giant smile. "I want a new nosferatu shirt! My old one got ripped, remember?"

Aether shrugged in agreement, offering his hand which Phantom took. Papa had recently been given permission by the higher-ups to take his ghouls out for 'enrichment time' he called it, noticing their ever-so-slowly growing anxiety as tour got closer. It was another change to being back around venues when they just got comfortable being home again. So, here Aether, Phantom, and Dewdrop walked around the mall together while the rest of their mates had scattered around to other areas.

Phantom's eyes stayed lit up the entire time, looking around each window view in each store with such genuine curiosity. He's been around stores and humans plenty of times, but it always amazed him at just the amount of new things that seemed to be around every corner.

Dewdrop stood on the other side of Aether, holding his other hand and humming to himself as they walked to a specific store. Phantom's eyes caught it first, gasping and suddenly ripping away from Aether. His hands went to the the glass, smile so wide that the other two were positive if Phantom had his tail still—it'd be wagging like no tomorrow.

"Aether! Dew!! Look, look, look!" He began to jump up and down, tapping the viewing glass. "They have a Michael Myers hoodie!!"

The elder quintessence only nodded, gently shushing Phantom as his tone was a bit too loud. "Yeah! Want to go in?"

"Please, please?"

The sheer joy that overtook Phantom as Dewdrop nodded, his own smile showing. "Go ahead, bug. We'll be right behind."

He gave another squeal before running in, Aether and Dewdrop exhaling before looking at one another. Dewdrop pulled his wallet out first, taking his wad of saved krona out, quietly counting to himself before sighing one more time.

"I have six-thousand... You?"

Aether was quick to follow, mumbling to himself as he counted. "Ten-thousand."

"Ohh, Mr. Moneybags over here." Dew teased, lightly elbowing his mate.

"Yeah, yeah." The quint rolled his eyes. "Since I'm not traveling I don't spend much anymore plus the pay raise for full-time infirmary."

"You know they're going to give us the biggest puppy eyes, right?"

"Oh, I'm very aware." Aether chuckled, leaning down to gently cup Dewdrop's cheek to pull in close for a kiss.

They stayed interlocked, Aether dragging his hands down Dew's blonde hair. When they pulled back Aether felt the fire ghoul nip his jaw, patting his shoulder as he finally began to walk in.

"Just make sure you have enough! You still owe me a dinner date." Dew teased.

Inside the store, their eyes locked onto Phantom as he held a giant wad of clothes but now looking at jewelry. As he smelled his mates, he quickly turned and smiled wide, back to bouncing again.

"They have Scream necklaces!!" They chirped.

"Yes, the movie, not you." Dew poked his nose, taking the wad of clothes from Phantom's hold. It was a giant array of hoodies, long sleeves, shirts, and even pajama pants. "Dear Lucifer, Tommy. What happened to all your other clothes?"

The ghoul simply blinked, his ear giving a small wiggle. "You happened to them."

Aether couldn't help himself as he busted out laughing, cupping his chest as his nose crinkled—Dew's face slowly turning pink before grumbling, knowing Phantom had a point. The bigger of the three coughed before catching his breath, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"Oh that's bloody perfect." He chuckled again.

They began to browse together, Phantom getting distracted as he noticed more crystal jewelry only to walk away as Aether explained they weren't real. While Dew had separated momentarily to look for his own band t-shirt, Phantom continued eyeing the stockings near the clothing rack. He picked out one that had a floral print on white, his ear gave another wiggle before ultimately placing it back. They turned to see Aether touching over a velvet dress, specifically in a small, eyeing the price tag and picking it up. He looked over at Dew, back to the dress, then the little bat next to him.

"Hey, Phantom?" He asked, showing the dress. "Think you could find some cute garters to match this?"

Taking the challenge, Phantom kept his eyes peeled onto the body decor, shuffling through different designs and colors before pulling out black laces. "What about these?"

"Ohh! Those are perfect!" Aether pressed a kiss to Phantom's forehead. "Thank you! Think you're about ready?"

With a nod, the two moved over to Dewdrop who met them halfway, standing in line. As they approached the checkout, Phantom pulled out his coin purse that he had crudely shoved his money in, laying down a hundred and seven krona. He still hadn't fully grasped the concept of money, quickly being saved by his two mates that equally contributed. Two-thousand later, they walked out holding multiple bags just in time to see Sunshine and Mountain walking up, giving their own waves.

"Hey!" Aether gave a smile. "What did you two get?"

Mountain shrugged, showing his single bag. "Just got a new pair of pants."

Eyes turned to Sunny. "I didn't want anything, really! Just glad to get out of the abbey. Oh! But I seen Swiss and Rain by the—" She didn't see Aether and Dew discreetly shaking their heads frantically. "—Crystal store."

Dew rolled his head back while Aether sighed, Phantom lighting up again. "There's a crystal store?!"

"Damnit..." Aether whined, before glaring at Sunshine playfully. "I'm sure Sunny would love to take you! Isn't that right?"

It took the Ghoulette a moment to process before cursing under her breath, before offering her hand to Phantom who quickly grabbed it. "Not at all."

Dew held a smug look while quietly flipping her off, receiving one back as she placed her other hand behind her back.

[mamieishere]

Heat me

MDNI

disclaimer : fuff, making love, missionnary, unprotected sex (burrito guys BU-RRI-TO) breeding kink, dom/sub?, no name mentioned

Where you were from, windows were covered by interior curtains and shutters on the outside, all this to prevent the heat in summer and cold in winter.

When you woke up this morning, you were surprised and blinded by the light.

- "Aaaaah... I really need to buy some curtains to prevent the morning light", you grumbled as you drag your feet to the kitchen downstairs.

The building was a medium one, only 4 dorms and a little rooftop apartment which seemed to be intended. You happily sign the contract after cautiously reading every details. Even if, the cost was medium (probably due to the weather exposition), the charges were more as acceptable, not to say cheap in comparison of your native.

However, a thing caught your attention We are extremely sorry because the neighbors are loud at night time. We hope it won't be a problem. They are out most of the time. But we'll have to met them to make some update about the different bills : electricity, gaz, light, cold and warm water.

"It's okay, I usually work at night time, because I'm dealing with local artists", the landlord looked reassured and the contract was signed the following second.

Fortunately for you, the previous tenant had leave some furniture including the bed, the kitchen and The armoires. You unpacked your things, clothes, art supplies, music supplies and the decorative items to picked here and there.

That was a first day but it feels like home already. Now, funny thing : groceries. You took the subway with individual caddie and made the ladies jealous. So much so that most sellers offer you discounts to promote their shops. Your Korean was harsh and unpleasant to hear but you guess that everybody was too happy to met a stranger trying to speak their language that they decide to not notice.

that's how you went home with plenty of various products. You laughed a bit to the situation. Then processed to make a dinner. You sort veggies, fruits, meats...

- "MEATS??? WTF?", you shouted of surprised before adding a little sorry.

Anyway, sauces, power, flour, juice. Ha Jeez, they didn't joke about gift. But there's something missing... a beer and a pizza. So, you grabbed your wallet and jacket to run down the next 7/7 near buy. you took yourself a little banana milk and a taro drink.

Putting the fresh groceries on the counter, you prepare the rest, washing the veggies, the fruits and drop them off in a cute basket. Then meats and liquids were put in the fridge.

You turned on the TV, and started to watch The Moving Castel. The pizza heating in the oven faisait spread a delicious smell and you open you beer.

You sat up from the sofa heating to the kitchen, took out the pizza, sliced it in several pieces before heading back to your place with your food.

*knock knock*

Oh noooo you sight, put the movie on pause, putting on a hoodie and you sadly answer the door.

- "Hey Hello ! I'm one of your new neighbors"

-... you opened the doors "Good evening?"

- "Excuse my curiosity but i smelt a delicious odor and then i all freak out because one of my favorite movies was playing somewhere.", the boy was black haired. "excuse me, it's very impromptu but would accept me to watch it with you?"

- "Oh huh, yes I guess?"

- "COOL ! i'm H/N btw"

- "Y/N"

- "So nice to meet you! hold on, wait for me, I'm gonna grabbed some snacks!", he run away before being back seconds later. "Let's watch it!"

You both jumped on each side of the sofa. The movie started to run. As the minutes passed, the clother you became. At the end, snacks and pizza empty, we were absolutely glued one to an other. It was late and you felt into sleep on the shoulder of your new friend.

- "Hey Y/Nnie you need to go bed", you grumbled "bulama good yoa arms", He sight. "Okay, guide me to your room".

He grabbed you princess style and lean to your bed, help by your lazy finger.

- "Here you go, good night sweet dreams", he whispered.

- "Stay with me pleeeease... it's a new town and I'm lonely."

No-one will ever know why he stayed. November was a cold month, specially at night. "Heat me up please. I'm freezing." Your host turn around and wrapped his legs and arms around you.

- Is it better now? ", he asked. But your body seems to keep shaking. So He tightened his grip around you. Your nose in the little of his neck permits you to inhale his fragrance. Oh boy, he smelt heavenly.

one thing leads to another, both of you find their shelves kissing each other. The kiss was light and passionate.

his arms went to keep you tight and his lips intensified the connection. As this happens, you were in awe, this man is wonderful, muscular and sweet in the same time. How to say no?

His hands cupped your chin and your legs opened as he positioned himself on his knees. He looked at you for your consent and nodded shyly.

- "Jagiya, don't need to be shy with me okay?", his hands went to brush the garnement of the tank top betraying your erected nipples. His touch were soft, teasing the flesh and keep starting to add more pressure. Your first moan escaped your mouth but the second were caught by his own lips.

Everything was sweet and slow he removed your panties gently while keep cheesy smiling to you. You didn't know what was in his eyes, was it love? nuh unfortunately, lust ? hum carrying? yes, looked like it.

He layed down, leaving pecks here and there. Then he reached your private part, kissing, licking, sucking like his life was in game. You tried to touch him.

- "No sweetheart, the pleasure is mine. You no move and stay still. You don't want to be punish little thing?"

He grabbed your knees and left his dick spend free. He's was beautiful, tanned skin, define muscles and his cock.. wow hard, proud, brown-ish and leaking with precum.

- "Lemme lead", tonight is about you, you only ", he whispered lightly in your ears. You shivered, hard. He let you heading on the mattress.

- "Please, lift your hips", he said as he placed a pillow for a better leverage.

He ran a finger all the way down before entering his 2 digits. He was no the first man you had sex with. But boy, he was good. He covered you and praised sweet nothing into your ears. When your orgasm started to building up. He removed his finger, cutting you off a moan.

- "Ssshhh baby, it's going to be okay.", he lifted his hips and slowly penetrated you.

- "S-so big aaahh~" and he bottomed out. "For suck sake you're tight!", His length was big enough for you, you felt absolutely everything, his pulses, his tips kissing your cervix. " I'll start to move sweetheart", and moving he did.

His pace was slow, deep but firm. He encaged you between his arms.

Blank, everything is blank, sounds, odors only remains the slapping sounds skin under skin and the heat increasing at each second.

- "hhha hahahaha~ you so big. f-fuck", you were a mumbling mess.

- "You're so soft, so kind, offering me your sweet little pussy... but", he gripped your hips and sending you head down, ass up. "Baby, you did so good to mount you, making you mine and no one else."

His pace became barely impossible to follow. You found yourself trying to absorb his cock. He grunted and suddenly shot his load. Hot, long and copious spurs filled up your cunt.

You collapsed from exhaustion.

- "Tsk tsk tsk baby, get up, I'm not done with you yet. I came yes, but you no. So, be prepared for one of the longest night of your life".

[lokissweater]

personal assistant (pt 1) / austin butler x reader

summary: after moving to los angeles to chase your dream of working for the movie making industry, an interesting offer made by austin butler himself completely turns your life around, and you had yet to find out if it was for better or worse.

warnings: cursing, other than that, all good!

word count: 3,480

status: in progress

authors note: I’m back!! ;)

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The news station was rampant with urgency, loud voices blending together creating a jumbled mess of anxiousness, but as well as excitement. Papers flung from every direction while you took note of the unusual amount of higher-ups on the floor this evening as you walked to get to the office, and you were unaware as to why everyone seemed like they were losing their mind.

Perhaps there was a sudden tragic incident on the freeway and they wanted to be the first to report it, or a wild rabid beast was on the loose causing a frenzy, or maybe everyone was just incredibly behind on their cover stories. Whatever it was, you meerly shrugged and plopped down on your coushy chair across from your bosses desk, slinging your work bag on the back rest before picking up the phone. You were an assistant at a big news station, and your usual morning routine consisted of taking messages and clearing all voicemails that had been left from the previous day for your boss, and today was no different. You sighed as you punched in your bosses mailbox pin to access the voicemail message bank, and placed the phone in between your ear and shoulder, pen and notepad in hand.

You were in the middle of hearing a disgruntled lady complain about a cameraman’s van blocking her driveway when your boss hurtled in like a mad man, piles and piles of folders and paperwork thrown on top of his desk as he hurriedly shuffled through. He hadn’t even noticed you at first, having to do a double-take to realize you were sitting there with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Oh evening Y/n!” He wiped his clammy hands on his dress pants and grabbed a bunch of files together, stepping his way towards you to plop them down at your own desk. “We have a lot to do today, and I’m going to need you to come with me right now here-” He shoved some folders in your arms, “-These need to come too-”

“Right now right now?” You questioned, looking outside to see everyone practically running down the halls through the glass window. You immediately hung up the phone, undoubtedly relieved to finally hear the disgruntled ladies voice cut off on the other end. “What is going on? Why is everyone running around like someone caught the plague?”

He laughed at your comment, “There’s an interview today.”

Your eyebrows raised, half understanding. But who could it be? You’ve seen interview after interview at the station and not once did you ever experience whatever was happening in front of you right now. Your body couldn’t help but shiver, the hairs on your arms standing up straight in anticipation as you racked your brain for answers you just couldn’t get on your own. “An interview.. who’s coming?”

“Austin Butler.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their eyesockets, now fully and completely understanding the events taking place. You frantically hiked the files further up your arms and stood, chair spinning out from under you and not giving a single damn about the workload you had to do today. Austin Butler was the next rising star, a hyperspeed sensation as he crossed from being a “C” list celebrity to a golden shiny “A” in a matter of months, and everyone and absolutely everyone was trying to book him for interviews, screenings, photoshoots, appearances, and everything else under the sun.

“What?” You gasped out, struggling to keep up with your bosses long strides as you ducked out of people’s way down the hall. “There was no mention of him coming in on this months calendar or- or the newsletter or even Julia blabbering on about him and she loves that man to death and-”

Without even realizing it you were hyperventilating about the whole situation, unknowingly outing your best friend on her obsession with Austin to your boss (and embarassingly almost yourself) as you both got on the elevator to go up to the fifth floor, currently being on the third. As your boss began to speak again you dug into your back pocket to pull out your phone to text Julia the news.

“His agency booked our request last minute, everyone is trying to prepare and get everything ready before six and my blood sugar is rising by the minute.” You laughed softly, finishing up your message to Julia before stuffing it back into your back pocket. “We’re expecting our viewer count to skyrocket and all eyes are going to be on us and that is why-” He turned to face you, “I need you.”

You gawked at him and mumbled, “For what? To bring him coffee?”

How dire...

“No, silly! Besides that,” He teased as the elevator doors smoothly slid open, only to be faced with an absolute rampage that was even worse than what was going on on your floor. You both trudged down the hall and made a sharp right, stepping into set. There were cameras and higher-ups getting everything situated with directions being given to other assistants and anyone else who was involved, as your boss ushered you over to the interview section. A long pastel blue lounge sofa was situated on a loft with a coffee table up front and fake plants all around, a convincing take on a professional but yet “homey” environment for our stars. “Because Vic isn’t in today, I’m taking over for Austin’s appearance. I just need you to stick to me like glue and anything that I give you to do just do, and anything Austin wants you go and get it, okay?” He smiled wrily at you. “I know this is super overwhelming and a lot to take in right now, so if you need a breather at any moment you just let me know and I’ll get someone to cover for you until you get back.”

You smiled appreciately at him and nodded, feeling so lucky that your boss was such a considerate person and never treated you any less, given the fact that you were only just an assistant. He understood that you were constantly being thrown to a pack of wolves due to the industry, and right now might be just about the worst you will experience. Without showing emotion, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed that one man was causing such a chaos at your job. “Got it, thank you.”

“Grace will be handling more of the personal tasks for Austin so you won’t have to really worry about that,” You turned to see the woman he was referencing to and nodded. “Otherwise, you should be good. He should be here any minute now, ready?”

“Ready.” You tried to sound confident, but you couldn’t deny that you were practically shitting yourself at the moment. You couldn’t afford to mess up. You’d be the laughing stock of the company and the gossip will never end, with a chance of you being fired not completely off the table as well.

Besides, what if Austin was an absolute ass that treated you with no respect? How were you supposed to deal with that? You were absolutely aware that you had the tendency to talk back, and to add on, you were stubborn. At this point, it really seemed like you were your own worst enemy that was about to get yourself fired.

“-This is where we’ll be conducting the interview-”

“Oh its really amazing in here!”

A smooth, deep, velvet like voice instantly caught your attention. It sounded so airy, softly and gently touching the surface as it made its way to your ears. Almost immedietaly, your boss began his walk towards the sound, and you did as told and followed suit.

“Hello Austin! Its a pleasure to have you here with us.” Your boss firmly shook his hand.

“The pleasure is mine, sir.” Austin said politely, flashing a dazzling smile.

“This is Grace, she’ll be taking care of anything you may need,” They shook hands, “And this, is my assistant Y/n.”

He locked eyes with you, his dazzling smile now wavering a bit as he looked at you warmly. With an extended hand, you took his in your own shaky one and shook it.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/n.”

You tried your best to give a poised, professional smile in return, “And you as well.”

Your boss began ushering him to the lounge sofa for the interview as you began to peek through the files in your arms, until you diverted your gaze upward again to see Austin looking at you over his shoulder. You jumped out of your skin and froze, confused as to why he was looking in your direction. Had you done something weird? Was there something on your face? Oh god what did you do?

On the other hand, Austin had the same exact reaction. He stiffened slightly with wide eyes having been caught looking, and quickly looked away; an action so subtle you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been looking.

You were confused, taking a glance behind you to see if maybe he was just looking at something over your shoulder, but nothing was there besides the Keurig and a few trail mix bags in a basket. Before you could indulge on your overthinking though, Grace tapped you on the shoulder.

“Your boss asked me to keep you with me until he gets the crew settled around Austin,” You both walked up to the couch, your eyes semented on Austin with his elbows resting on his knees, chatting quietly with the interviewer. He was so incredibly poised, soft spoken and respectful. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration bubble up in your chest. You knew Austin was incredibly talented, but to have a figure that represents so much class in the same room as you was so intimidating. You sat the files you had been holding down at a nearby table as she spoke again, “Just stay behind me while I assist him.”

You nodded, and the interview picked up rapidly. You took note of everything that was happening in front of you; assistants scribbling words on a notepad, the cameracrew checking in on the cameras to make sure they were functioning correctly, your boss to the side watching and whispering orders, and you, standing there not doing a single thing.

You wanted to be involved, that’s what you were in this industry for. Leaving home was the hardest thing you ever had to do, but you knew that college was just not what you wanted. You longed for film. The behind the scenes aspect in particular. So, when you finally got the courage to drop out and buy the first plane ticket you could find, you moved to Los Angeles. You had been awfully lucky at landing a job at one of the biggest news stations, and even luckier that the industry hadn’t damaged you too much.. yet. 

“And that’s break!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked up expecting to find Grace in front of you, except she wasn’t. You stiffened, trying not to make it obvious that you were an absolute idiot that couldn’t follow directions.

“Grace?” You called out, hoping that she might pop up from the shadows and come back, “Grace!-”

“Austin, would you like a coffee? bottled water?”

“Bottled water is fine, thank you sir.”

“Of course uh- you!”

You spun around to be faced with a man who you presumed to be a higher-up. “Can you get a bottle from the back please?”

Austin’s eyes snapped towards your smaller frame promptly and quickly stammered, “Oh no actually- its fine!” You looked at him quizzedly. “I’m alright, thank you.”

“You sure?” You spoke up, “Its no problem at all I can go ahead and get you-”

“No,” He said firmly. “I’m more than alright, thank you.”

Austin had smiled so warmly at you after that statement, but your anger made it come across as condesceding. Were you really that bad? Did he not like you that much? Whatever it was, it was starting to piss you off, and that sense of admiration that you once had for him was long gone.

He had seemed to pick up on your cold stare, and his smile faltered. His lips parted to say something, but the crew called the end of break before he could get the chance to. Its not like you wanted to hear what he had to say anyways, you didn’t care.

You walked away swiftly, abandoning your place and almost practically stomped off set, annoyance and embarrassment spreading through your veins like wildfire.

All while Austin watched you leave, worried that he had said something that upset you.

Even though it was such a small task to do, a higher-up was watching you. It could’ve been a potential chance to make a good impression and make him remember you for events outside the studio. You huffed and turned a corner, only to bump into another frame.

“Oh Y/n! Good!” Julia gasped out, placing her hands on your shoulders in a tight grip. “I just read your message! Tell me where he is right. now.”

She shook you with each word, and you couldn’t help but to let out a laugh as you watched her frantic eyes darting around every single part of your face. “I wouldn’t be so excited if I were you.” She tilted her head to the side in question, but nonetheless, you took one of her hands and led her back to set as you explained what had happened moments prior.

“Its because he’s in love with you.”

You looked at her incrediously, “You’re delusional.”

Julia slapped your arm “No, I’m not. I need to see this with my own eyes.”

Sighing, you both stepped into the interview area again, and you could feel Julia’s knees practically wobbling at the sight of him.

“Well thank you Austin for joining us today! Just one more question for you, how difficult was it for you to fully immerse yourself into playing Elvis Presley? Did you lose a bit of yourself?”

He laughed a bit, “You can lose touch with who you actually are, and I definitely had that when I finished shooting for Elvis; not knowing who I was. The next day I woke up at four in the morning with excruciating pain, and I was rushed to the hospital.”

“Oh my god!”

Austin’s eyes flickered to yours for a moment, before continuing. “Yeah I uh.. my body just started shutting down the day after I finished Elvis. But I recovered, got back on my feet and off I went.”

You never really took into account how much work actually went into acting. I mean, you knew it took work, but that level of work where you end up in a hospital? Where you lose who you are? You kind of felt guilty that you had been putting Austin down so much in your head, succuming to the sensitive side of yourself where you felt bad for everything and anything.

As the interview drew to a close and they were off the air, you chewed on your lip in regret, eyes searching for your boss for further directions on what to do from here. It looked like the crew was just mingling with Austin, chatting and laughing as they walked to the other side of the room. You felt like you weren’t really needed, so as Julia bid you a see you later and walked out, you made your way to the bar where the Keurig was and started making an iced coffee to take for the way back to the office.

“Hello.”

You turned around to see none other than Austin standing there, a small smile etched on his godly face with his arms behind his back. You felt your heart plummit into your ass.

“Oh, hello!” The Keurig beeped and you quickly took your cup from the port before turning back around. “Do you need that bottled water now? I’ll go get it its just right behind-” You asked, thinking that that must’ve been the reason why he was talking to you.

“No! no, you’re too kind. I just uh, wanted to say hello is all.”

You tilted your head to the side, noticing the way his jaw clenched a bit. You didn’t really know what to say after that, but before you could think about it any further, he spoke up again.

“How long have you been working here?”

“F-For about um.. a year? I believe?” You stammered, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit.

He seemed to have one too, because the constant fiddling of the rings on his fingers was something you had picked up on that he did during the interview, and now too.

Was he nervous? What for?

“That’s great! How you liking it so far?”

“Its good! I um, I love the environment here, everyone is super friendly and I’ve gained a lot of experience since I started working.” You smiled sweetly at him as you reached out behind you to pour your coffee into an iced filled plastic cup.

“Wait, let me- I can do that for you-”

You would have profusely denied his offer and thanked him one million times for it anyways, but he didn’t even give you the chance to as he quickly took the coffee from your hands and did it himself. “I do these all the time.. I just think a licensed professional should be handling hot coffee cups like this.”

You quirked an eyebrow and let out a little laugh, “A licensed professional?”

“Mhm. Its dangerous stuff here I don’t think- fuck!” Austin frantically turned on the faucet and switched it to the coldest temperature, allowing his slightly coffee covered hands to cool off under the running water in the sink.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Quickly taking a step forward, you peered over his shoulder to see the damage, and was relieved to see almost nothing at all; his skin just a bit irritated from the heat.

His cheeks flushed as he felt your presence in such close proximity behind his back, and he cleared his throat, “This is just part of the procedure.”

You laughed again, watching Austin pour your coffee into the plastic cup, the ice crackling as it made contact with the heat, and capped it with a lid. “For you.”

“Thank you.”

Austin shoved his hands in his pockets and faced the ground, shuffling his shiny heeled boots. “Listen I uh- I came over here to ask you a quick question.”

“Really?” You were so so confused, “Okay..”

“Milk chocolate or dark chocolate?”

Huh?

“You’re.. asking me about chocolate?”

He nodded and licked his lips, awaiting your response.

“Dark chocolate.”

His face broke out into a bright smile, and it almost looked like he had just confirmed a thought. “I was wondering if you’d consider taking the position of being my personal assistant.”

Your eyes widened as your breath got caught in your throat. His what?

“Your what?”

“I-I’m sorry I know this comes off really weird,” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I mean it though. I really hope you’ll consider the job-” He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a business card, “Just call that number,” He pointed to a phone number on the card, “And they’ll get you situated.”

You didn’t understand. All of this information was being thrown at your face all at the same time and you didn’t know how to break it down. Being Austin’s assistant meant the ultimate breakthrough in your career. You’d get your name out there, and the chance to work in professional movie making would actually start to take its shape into becoming a reality.

But could you handle it? You didn’t know, and you didn’t know if you wanted to find out. Being a personal assistant for a news station was one thing, sure, stressful, but manageable. Being a personal assistant for an “A” list celebrity was a whole different ball game. It was more one on one. You can’t blend into the crowd or take frequent bathroom breaks to scroll through social media...

And you wouldn’t see Julia every day anymore, and at the mere thought of that, your shoulders slumped.

Austin furrowed his eyebrows, “Hey..” You looked up. “Its alright, I know its a lot, don’t think you have any obligation to this,” He pointed at the business card in your hand again. “I think you’d make an excellent fit anywhere you choose to go or stay.”

You looked up at him then, your heart stuttering a bit at the compliment he just gave you.

You had to do it.. you just had to.

For your dream.

Smiling timidly, you nodded.

“I’ll do it.”

[merlinandarthuryup]

write Matthew Patel x trandsmascxg reakfder who is allerfigc to peanuts NOW STUPID

Sigh..... okay....................

I don't know how it happened this way... How did everything go so wrong? Oh, that's right, I met Matthew Patel at this stupid cafe...

I was on my lunch break, temporarily freed from my job at Subway. I was exhausted from making stupid footlongs all day, nobody ordered anything else. It was all footlongs. I couldn't stand it. I decided to get a coffee. I headed down to my favorite coffee shop, they were always conscientious about my allergies there, making sure to use all peanut free ingredients in their food and drinks. But, when I walked up to the cafe, they were closed. Shit. I had to get coffee somewhere else. I thought for a while before deciding on a little place on the corner of the street across from my work. Second Cup. I always heard good things about this place, so I decided it was worth giving it a try.

I stepped in the door, an overwhelming scent of coffee filled my nose. It was a lot to take in. The sound of the coffee makers, the music (Not Allowed by TV girl), the people chattering, the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee, the door chiming as I entered... it was so... overwhelming! I was turning to leave to find a more calm place right as someone caught my eye. He was arguing with the barista, something about wanting his coffee beans partially grinded so he could feel them as he drank his coffee. She was telling him that they "don't do that here" and to "F**K OFF" She was kind of rude to him. I thought that maybe I should check up on the guy, he seemed pretty bummed out about the whole ordeal.

"Hey... guy" I nervously started, "she was pretty rude, want me to order something for you?"

He looked at me for a second, grumbled a bit, and collected himself.

"Hello! I am Matthew Patel!" He said just a bit too loud, unaware of the volume of his voice, "You are..?" He looked curiously at me, didn't seem like people showed him kindness that often...

"I'm Y/N" I tugged at my shirt nervously, "it's nice to meet you!"

Matthew looked around a bit anxiously before asking,

"Could you uhm order me a caramel frappuccino?"

"Yeah totally!" I replied, glad he took me up on my offer.

I stepped up to the counter, scanned the menu, and ordered,

"Hey could I get a vanilla mocha cold brew, and a caramel frappuccino?"

"Yeah whatever, what's the name of the order?" The annoyed barista asked.

"Y/N" You responded patiently.

She wrote your name on the cups and hurriedly made your drinks. As she was making them you decided to strike up conversation with this Patel fellow.

"So... Why were you trying to order coffee with the coffee beans like... not totally grinded?"

"Well," He thought for a minute and smiled, "when I was a kid my mom would grind her own coffee beans, it would leave a lot of extra unfiltered coffee beans floating around her coffee. I guess it reminds me of her."

Astonished at his motivations you stare, unable to form the words you want to say. He looks at you, getting more annoyed by each second you hesitate to answer him.

"What?" He asked annoyed

"Oh uh nothing, sorry! I just think it's really sweet." I smiled at him.

He looked away nervously, it didn't seem like he got complimented often. He was about to say something before the barista called out my name for the coffees. I walked over, grabbed our drinks, and handed Matthew his. Regardless of my anxiety, I asked him

"Would you like to have our coffees, like, together?"

He seemed nervous too, but put up a confident front, proudly stating, "That'd be great!"

We walked out of the coffee shop. As we walked we talked about our pasts, our motivations, dreams and goals, aspirations in life... it was like something out of a movie. Eventually it started to get dark, so we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

Soon after we texted all the time. It started out simple with occasionally asking each other about how our day was going, what we were up to, e.t.c., but it soon became about anything and everything we could think of. We would talk about the little thing , you know, like our day to day activities. While he seemed over confident and a bit egotistical, I soon got to see the real him. As I learned more about his personality I found that he really wasn't that confident in himself, but he was very caring and it showed.

We soon started to frequently meet up in person.

We would start by meeting at the park. Our first time hanging out at the park we just walked and talked for as long as we could, and by the time we ran out of daylight we were planning our next hang out. We would also get coffee together and go out to eat somewhere. One day when we were at the park Matthew turned to me, and looked like he had something he wanted to admit to me.

"Hey so," He wouldn't look into my eyes, "I have something I need to tell you about..."

Hesitantly I responded, "What is it?"

I mean what could he possibly tell me? God, so many friendships have ended because people hid away the worst parts of themselves from me. Or maybe they changed over time. Maybe there was something I was missing from the start. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding.

"I..." He paused, unsure if he should say what he desperately needed to, "I have... Demon Hipster Chicks who are like, close friends of mine who are at my beck and call..."

What. I simply froze in confusion. I felt like I couldn't reply. I just stood... and stared... and wondered... I tilted my head visibly confused.

"Yeah, uhh let me show you..." Suddenly he started to sing?!?!????

"These are my Demon Hipster Chicks" Four girls appeared out of nowhere?!?!?!??!?!!!!????????

"I shouldn't have kept them secret for so long!" He kept...singing....

"You're my close friend and keeping them secret was wroooonnngggg"

He was about to sing another verse but I simply put my hand up to stop him. I burst out laughing while he stood confused.

"Why are you laughing?" He stood confused and kind of embarrassed, his girls looked at each other not knowing what was going on.

"It's nothing it's just-" I kept laughing, failing to pull myself together, "I just thought you were keeping some horrible secret from me, trust me this is, like, nothing. And kind of awesome actually."

He looked relieved, "Did the song help?"

I laughed a bit, "Oh yeah for sure."

We continued to walk around the park talking for a bit. He introduced me to all of the girls and showed me some more of his powers. God he's so cool. I figured there was no time like the present to tell him.

"Hey Matthew, while we're telling each other secrets, there's something I need to tell you..."

He seemed a bit surprised and anxious, "W-what is it?"

I gathered all the courage I could and told him how I truly felt about him, "I... I really like you, do you... want to go out with me?"

He got very flustered, his demon chicks *poofed* away, he seemed to be struggling to find the right words, but he managed to get out a "Y-yes, you're really cool and that'd be cool and... yeah..." He looked away flustered and a bit embarrassed. He held his hand out, offering it to me. I gladly accepted and we walked around the park, unable to think of much to say, both of us were clearly very nervous. Then I remembered something else I wanted to tell him,

"Oh yeah also I'm trans, like a trans man."

He seemed relatively unphased, "Huh okay," he shrugged, "Me too."

I was shocked, then smiled, glad to know he was understanding and completely okay with me being who I am. And he was trans too!!???!!?!? So awesome.

As time went on we began spending more time at his apartment. It was always kept clean and pretty organized since he had the girls around to help him. Most of the house looked pretty normal, fully furnished. But his room is where his personality really shined through. He had some band posters on his wall, MCR, Pierce the Veil, and a couple other bands. They were always his favorites. He also kept his favorite games on a shelf. Those being Double Dragon: Neon, Street Fighter, Silent Hill, and a lot of other ones. He just pointed those out to me specifically because they were his favorites. We spent over a year together before the incident. Throughout that year we had so many good times together.

One time he called me mid cry because I couldn't afford my testosterone. I had been taking it for a couple months at this point and needed my next dose. About a half hour after the call he was at my door with the Demon Hipster Chicks. They brought me flowers, my favorite candy, and another bottle of T!! I nearly tackled him as I leapt to give him a hug.

Amazed, I asked him "How did you get this?"

"Oh you know, I have my ways, I know a guy who knows a guy and so on." He shrugged and hugged me tightly. Then he gently lifted my head, looked deeply into my eyes, and we kissed.

That reminds me of our first kiss... We were at his place watching one of his favorite movies, Donnie Darko. I was on the couch fully focused on the movie while Matthew cooked a meal for us. He had seen the movie countless times, so he didn't mind multitasking. He was making us some lasagna. He was following some recipe he found online, I told him again and again that he didn't have to make anything for us since he didn't have experience cooking, but he was adamant. About halfway through the movie it was done! He brought over our servings on a plate, and he sat next to me. I was a bit hesitant to take a bite, and he noticed,

"It's okay" He said, "I made sure nothing I cooked with had peanuts or peanut oil, or anything even adjacent to them."

Somehow he knew exactly what I was anxious about. He looked at me reassuringly and gestured for me to take a bite. I slowly raised the fork to my mouth. salivating over the delicious scent. I bit down and... It was the best lasagna I'd ever had!!!!!! I quickly scarfed down my whole plate, and he did the same. After we were done he took our plates to the kitchen, and sat down to watch the rest of the movie with me. I moved closer to him, leaning against his arm. He happily glanced over at me, and put his arm over my shoulder. He suddenly said,

"Hey you've got something on your face"

I sat up a bit to face him, "Where?"

"It's just a bit of sauce right here..." He leaned in close to my face, I slowly turned red as he cleaned the bit of sauce from my cheek.

"T-thanks" I stuttered, very flustered

"Mhm" He replied, both of us looking deeply into the others eyes. After a moment he placed his hand on my cheek and and he asked,

"Can I kiss you?"

I nodded and we both slowly leaned in, and passionately kissed. We missed the ending of the movie.

Things were nice for a while. They were more than nice they were... perfect... But, as they say, all good things must come to an end...

It was a chilly March morning. I woke up in Matthew's bed, something I had become accustomed to over our year of dating. I was practically moved in at this point. As I opened my eyes I noticed he wasn't laying next to me, rather hunched over his desk reading a letter. I slowly got up and walked over to see what it was about.

"What's that?" I asked through a yawn. He quickly hid the paper and shrugged it off,

"It's nothing, just the phone bill. Speaking of I need to make a call..." He seemed lost in thought. I tried to talk to him again but he hastily walked into the living room, pacing and thinking. I decided to give him some time while I got ready for the day. After about an hour I went back out into the living room to see him still vigorously pacing.

"Hey, are you doing okay my love?" I asked him, as I gently held his shoulder. He didn't respond. He seemed stressed. He kept thinking for a minute before he suddenly looked me in the eyes and said

"You know I love you right?" He looked really distraught.

"Yeah of course, and I love you too Matthew" I said, worried about him, "what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"There's... look I just have something I need to do for an old friend. It... it might change everything..." He then broke away from my hand and kept pacing.

"What does that mean? Are you okay, a-are you safe?" I was growing increasingly concerned for him. He just kept pacing.

"Matthew please talk to me!" He wouldn't say anything. He just kept thinking and pacing. I had to go to work, but I didn't want to leave him alone like this. I used the magic Matthew taught me to summon the Demon Chicks while I went to work.

When I came back home from my shift at Subway he seemed to be doing better. He was hanging out with the girls watching Psych.

"Hey babe how are you doing?" I asked cautiously.

He got up and gave me a kiss, "I'm doing much better, it's all been cleared up now." he smiled and sat back down on the couch.

"Oh yeah? What uh, what was going on earlier?"

"Hm? Oh that was nothing, just an old friend trying to dig up the past is all. It's all sorted now though."

"Ah, alright, well if you ever want to talk about it I'm always here to listen, okay?"

"Okay" he gestured for me to sit next to him, one of the girls moving to the floor to make room for me. I sat down, and we watched our show for a while before it was time for dinner.

"I better start on dinner before it's too late." I started to get up but he stopped me, saying

"No no, it's alright, I'll make dinner tonight. I know you had a long shift today and you had to learn how to make a bunch of new recipes at work so I'll handle it." He stood and walked to the kitchen.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that."

"Of course! It's no problem at all."

I continued to watch the show with the girls as he cooked. Tonight he was making spaghetti. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was all going fine until I felt a little *prick* in my arm. I quickly turned and saw Matthew had stuck a needle in my arm that was connected to a vile of...oil???? I quickly jumped up taking the needle out of my arm and shouted

"What are you doing!? Are you insane?!?!" I was panicking. I hated needles, and what was in that vile??? What was he trying to do? I thought he loved me?

"I'm doing what I have to do!" He shouted, clearly very distraught, "I...I got a letter about one of my exes, and I have to leave. I was going to leave silently, but Gideon said that I couldn't leave any trace of my past and... well, you're about to be a part of it. So... I..."

He looked at the needle that had fallen to the ground. I looked as well, putting two and two together

"You tried to kill me! Using... using...." my stomach dropped

"Peanut oil..." He looked away, ashamed.

"Fucking wow..." We both stood for a minute. Soon one of his demon hipster chicks grabbed a suitcase from the room and handed it to him. He snapped his fingers and all the girls disappeared.

"W-where are you going?" I asked, tears filling my eyes.

"Toronto. It's where she is. It's were Gideon will be. I... I'm sorry it has to be this way!" He disappeared as well. I just stood, sobbing. I sat on the couch trying to make sense of it all. How things could just fall apart so quickly. So many thoughts rushing through my mind as I comprehend what just happened. Who was he even talking about? What ex? Who's Gideon? Why did he never tell me about his past? Why wouldn't he? What was he hiding? Why would he have to... have to.... I broke down crying again.

To this day I still don't know what happened to him. Last I heard he got his ass kicked by some random guy whose name I don't remember. All I know is he was my first and last true love, and I will never experience anyone like him again.

Goodbye, Matthew Patel, may our paths never cross again.

[midwestmade29]

Memories of You ❤️‍🩹

I was in the mood to break a few hearts so this story came to life…don’t hate me 😂🫣 ✧ Valentine’s Day writing prompt: #5 (Valentines Day break up. Sometimes relationships don't make it on the day of love) ✧ You can find @madhatterbri’s complete list of prompts here 🙂 ✧ Word count: 1,408 ✧ Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Disclaimers: Just sadness mostly. The story goes over a breakup and the feelings that come with it. Read at your own discretion.

GIF is not mine. Credit goes to the original creator.

This is a standalone story. There will be no continuations or a part 2.

This is the first Valentine’s Day you’re spending without Christian…

This Valentine’s Day looked a little different than it had the last 2. You were spending it alone instead of with him. This would be the first time in the last 2 years that you weren’t waking up to good morning kisses, the first time in 2 years that you weren’t spending it in the comfort of his arms. You knew there was no chance in hell that you were leaving your apartment on a holiday devoted to all things love! You had prepared for this day a few days prior when you went to the store to buy yourself a cliché heart shaped box of chocolate and 2 bottles of your favorite wine. You had purchased all the ingredients you needed to fix a homemade meal along with some self-care items. You made a promise to yourself that you would avoid social media so you wouldn’t see everyone’s mushy posts about them and their loves. The iPhone sitting on the coffee table was the enemy today because you knew you weren’t going to be getting the “I love you texts” you always looked forward to so much. This day was all about you now and you were going to spend it doing the things that you enjoyed to help take some of the sting from the day away.

“I’m fine. I swear I’m really doing fine,” was the reply you sent to your friends in the group chat you all shared. They had asked how you were holding up, checking in with you and offering their love and support because they knew even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you were missing Christian. Once you were done fixing dinner, you sat yourself down on the couch and began watching one of your favorite movies. Time was moving forward at a decent pace, which you were grateful for. The bottle of wine you had opened was about halfway gone when you paused the movie to clean up your dirty dishes and apply a face mask. On your way back to the couch, an old familiar box that sat on a bookshelf caught your eye. You tried your best to talk yourself out of opening it, but the contents inside of it called out to you. You hesitated when your hands reached out to grab it, but here you are sitting it down on the coffee table in front of your couch. Your face mask had another 10 minutes left before you could take it off, so you tried to get engrossed in the movie again. Periodically you would glance over at the box, almost giving into temptation but you refrained.

You removed your face mask when it was time and polished off your 1st bottle of wine. Your head was a little unsteady from it, but you weren’t too far gone. The heart shaped box of chocolates was half eaten with most pieces placed back into the box after you bit them in half to taste their flavor. You decided to rip off the band aid after you poured another glass of wine and go ahead and open the box. You had done so well all night not going down memory lane, but it turns out you’re a glutton for punishment! With your legs crossed as you sat on the floor, you took a deep breath and pulled the top off the box. The smell of Christian’s cologne danced around your nose when you pulled out one of his old wrestling shirts. The scent caused a rush of memories to overtake your thoughts as you remembered all his matches that you were ringside for. It took you back to all the times he wore this cologne for any special occasion that required him to wear a suit and tie and how he looked so fucking handsome in them. It was the same cologne he was wearing on the night you broke up. Sometimes you feel like the scent is embedded on his side of your bed. You sat the t-shirt on the floor and moved onto the next item in the box.

The paper tickets that Christian printed out were what you pulled out next. They were from the first hockey game the two of you went to together! You remember how into the game you were and how he looked at you in astonishment because of how well you fit right in with the rest of the hockey fans. Your cheers and curses made Christian laugh, and you encouraged him to let loose too! There was no good reason why either of you shouldn’t be your authentic selves around each other, even if that meant losing your minds over a hockey game. A piece of paper that you had Christian sign during one of his meet and greets caught your eye next. You decided to play a joke on him that day by standing in line and pretending to be a crazed fan just dying to see him. Your theatrics were over the top when you rushed up to him pretending to be his biggest fan. Onlookers thought you were bat shit crazy for your behavior, but Christian thankfully smiled when he noticed it was you causing the commotion. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It’s really you! Captain Charisma. The Instant Classic. The Patriarch of AEW!” you cried out, barely able to keep a straight face. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” Christian asked while shaking his head at you. He signed the note you had slid to him on the table, and he grinned from ear to ear as he read over what you had written on it:

“I love you baby! I’m so glad that you’re mine. I’ll see you at home after the event!

P.S.-I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much”

Up next were random trinkets that you had collected from your travels together. A keychain from Las Vegas when you were there for Double or Nothing. A few seashells from your favorite beach vacation you went on. Beer bottle caps from the bar you went to after he won the TNT Championship. You pulled out a half a dozen pennies that Christian picked up for you whenever he found one on the ground because he knew they reminded you of your grandfather who collected coins. The very last thing that remained at the bottom of the box were pictures of the two of you throughout the course of your relationship. You gulped down the wine in your glass as if it would help you get through the next set of memories. A few tears escaped your eyes when you looked at every photo. Each picture was different, ranging from silly and cheesy, to happy with the both of you displaying the brightest smiles! There were candid photos that you had taken of Christian when he wasn’t aware you were taking them and there were some that were like that of you too. Pictures of sunsets, you both with each other’s families and friends, underwater pictures of you snorkeling, the two of you snuggling on the couch together. You finally pulled out your favorite picture of the two of you covered in flour and other ingredients, sitting on the island in the kitchen after a small food fight you had.

You found yourself sitting on the floor with memories of what used to be spread out all around you. Tears stained your cheeks the more you thought about Christian and what he might be up to tonight. The stroll down memory lane made you feel sad and brought up things you were trying to hard to forget, but it was good for you. It was good for you to feel all the feels and release them. It was good for you to acknowledge your pain and let it go. The tears you shed made it feel like some of the weight you had been carrying around with you since your breakup was a little lighter. Once you dried your tears, you packed everything back inside the box, except Christian’s wrestling t-shirt. You placed it over your shoulder and got yourself ready for bed. While you were still in the process of moving on, it was still okay to hold onto some of the happy from your relationship with him. That night you fell asleep wearing his shirt, the smell of him that was still remaining on it lulled you to sleep.

[sp0o0kylights]

Q: Why wasn’t there an Adopt a Jock (lol I wrote this as Adopt a Joke. Sorry Steve.) update this week? (slash sevenish days Idk time is dumb) 

A: It was Steddie Big Bang Time! I am so excited to work with both my artists, and REALLY fricken excited to finally be able to give ya’ll a snippet. 

They mention Hopper’s death here but its pre S4, they don’t know he’s actually alive. 

                                              Eddie

         "Tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die."

                         --What We Do In The Shadows

A scenario for you to ponder: 

You are trapped in the dead police chief's cabin. With you are your three best friends, your life-long gay crush, and several children, one of which is supposedly telekinetic.

Maybe two. 

You're not sure because one of the demonic plant-penis dogs prowling around in packs outside gave you a concussion. 

You have two options available to you. 

Option One) you and your loser friends hunker down with your hands over your ears while Mr. Sexy Chest and the children figure a way out. 

This option has the highest chance of you and your besties surviving, unscathed.

Option Two) You tell Mr. Sexy Chest that you know how to hotwire cars and can likely get the police truck outside running in an ill fated attempt at impressing his very straight (and very firm) ass. 

This option has the biggest chance of you dying, a virgin sacrifice to the monsters in the woods like every horror movie idiot known to man. 

Eddie Munson, elbow deep in wires, cursed himself for being a very stupid man. 

"Can I just say, for the record, that this is really dumb?" He huffed, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

 The truck had clearly been sitting here since the old man had died. Likely before then, because Eddie had taken one look at the wires underneath the steering wheel and knew immediately the engine was going to need some work before he even bothered trying to wake her.

Steve, who had a hip rested against the truck, turned to look over his shoulder, down at where Eddie was ducked under the raised hood.  "You can but it won't make you feel better."

"Great." Eddie said, planting both hands on either side of the engine. 

Fucking truck.

Fucking--monsters, and the military and Steve Harrington holding a bloody bat with nails in it casually, like guarding Eddie’s back while he stole a cop car was just a casual Tuesday to him. 

It probably was, considering all Eddie had heard. 

"Does it help any if I tell you this is actually one of our better plans, and not just because we usually don't get to spend a lot of time on them?" Steve said it like a peace offering, instead of the absolute insanity it sounded like. 

Eddie sighed. "No Steve, it doesn't." 

"I didn't think it would.” Steve replied and from the corner of his eye, Eddie watched him rub his nose. “It is a little funny though." 

He looked like he was trying to hold back a smile, like he somehow actually found them having spent a solid two hours coming up with a plan to be hilarious, and if it didn’t make his entire being glow brighter than the dumb yellow sweater he was wearing, Eddie would have cursed him out. 

"God I hate how cute you are." Eddie muttered instead, sticking his head back in the engine. If he could just connect this one wire-!

Then his brain caught up with his mouth. 

‘Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that out loud. 

"What?" Steve asked, confused, and oh, thank god. 

“I said I hated how cut up the wires are. Hand me some of that black tape would you?” Eddie said, sticking his hand up, thanking every deity he could think of that his mouth hadn’t managed to out him. 

He’d gotten too far in this backwards, hick town to get murdered now. 

Muttered angrily to himself under his breath as he continued to do his best to get Hopper’s old clunker up and running. 

He wasn’t sure how this guy had the thing going for as long as he did, but as far as Eddie could tell? 

The truck ran on magic and well-wishes, both of which they were fresh out of. 

“Come on, come on…” Eddie coaxed, as he finally managed to successfully splice and tape the two wires he’d been fiddling with together. 

It wasn’t a solid fix, but it should be enough to get them out of here. 

"Dude it's okay. If you're like--freaked out." Steve said abruptly, and where the hell had that come from!? 

Eddie slammed his wrench down on the edge of the truck, standing up from the bent over crouch he’d been in so he could face Harrington. 

"Steve,” He deadpanned, “I think anyone who isn’t freaked out by all this has something wrong with them."

He got a defensive look in return. "I'm just saying! It's normal! You don't have to brave face it or anything, we've all collectively had a lot of breakdowns over this."

He just got a stare in return. 

For a brief second he thinks maybe Steve is bringing up last night. That he’s suddenly returned to his King Shit status, rubbing it in Eddie’s face how he’d had not just one breakdown when the demodogs attacked but another one later, when all the adrenaline had left him with nothing but mounting anxiety and panic. 

Except when Steve turns to look at him his face isn’t mocking at all, and--oh. 

Oh.

Steve, Eddie realized with abrupt clarity, was giving Eddie the speech he wishes someone had given him. 

This wasn't another weird language game or that fake-nice thing people did where they act friendly to get an up front show of Eddie’s weirdness, just to  make fun of him later for it.

This is honestly. Plain and simple. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to do with it. 

“Thanks.” He manages, voice now quiet. “That’s…thanks.” 

Steve looks away again, rubbing the back of his neck and god, where was this Steve Harrington in high school? Yeah Eddie had seen glimpses of him in his senior year but what about all the years prior? 

The guy before him in jeans and a yellow sweater gave off sad single mother vibes so hard Eddie felt an urge to hug him until all the bullshit went away. 

Except the bullshit wasn’t just the seven annoying freshmen, but also crazy monsters and shit. 

“She uh, she should run now.” Eddie said awkwardly, tapping the car as he turned to remove the few tools he and Steve had managed to scrounge up. “I won’t turn her on until we’re ready to go though, because we’re boned if we turn her off.” 

Steve snorted at that, mouthing “boned” at him and Eddie gave a feral grin in response. Stepped into his space, because how could he not, and clapped Steve on a sweater-clad shoulder. 

“Get the kiddos, Stevie. We’ve got an eagle to fly us out of Mordor.” 

[chowtrolls]

'Scared'

Google Docs Link A four-and-a-half sweep old Jodiah faces a truly terrifying enemy.

Daisee’s ship was so big, and you were, well, small. You knew the halls of her ship well, having spent much of your time here playing hide-n-seek. Sometimes you were lucky and she would join you and Lola, but most of the time it was just Mavrik who joined. When he was around, that is. 

Yet, despite the comfort you felt in the metal walls, you couldn’t help but be afraid of her recruits. They were all rowdy highbloods, only a handful of sweeps older than you. All sent here because they had anger issues or were deemed dangers to society. Here to be reformed, your dad had said with a particularly sad tone. Here to put their anger to good use. When you were a little younger, Lola had been able to convince some of them to play tag or help find you. Back then, you never noticed the hostility, but you could tell now. They looked at you differently. These days they all said you were too old to play games. But you always had Lola. And Lola wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. Neither would Daisee, nor Mavrik, and arguably even Kittle, not that you knew. You had no idea just how safe you were. A rabbit safe in the wolves’ den, only partially aware of how their maws dripped at the sight of you. 

One wolf scared you more than the others. Even Lola was fearful of this recruit. Lola wasn’t afraid of anything- for him to distrust someone spoke volumes to you. Without your twin by your side, you stuck close to the adults, for fear of being caught alone with that one. That was the case for this visit. Your Dad was doing his ‘rounds’ and checking out Daisee’s planes, with said eldest sister helping. You weren’t allowed down in the hangar with them, so you promptly located the nearest adult and clung to his side. 

Mavrik, as good natured as always, didn’t mind in the slightest. You held onto the back of his violet flight suit as you followed him into the mess hall. It was loud and smelly, despite there only being a handful of trolls milling about. You scanned the empty tables and faces with a silent worry, only shifting gears when offered a juice box. Mav puts his hand on your back and guides you to one of the tables. 

“Stay here, okay? I’m just a few tables over.” He gestured to where a medic was sitting with a box of, as you’d discover in a few minutes, vaccines. “You don’t want to watch me poke people with needles, right?” He laughed as you frantically shook your head. “That’s what I thought. Nobody’s gonna bother you here. If you get hungry you can steal some chips.” 

Your brow furrows as he ruffles your hair. You give your head a shake to fix your rattled hair. By the time you opened your eyes again, he was gone. So much for sticking with an adult. 

As it turned out, you had a pretty good seat to watch trolls come in and leave. You had a variety of thoughts on each one, coming up with wild and vibrant stories for every face you saw. Trolls would come in, grumble at Mavrik, maybe grab food, get their Fleet Mandated Updated Vaccination, and then leave. You enjoyed the invisible feeling. Save for the occasional glance in your direction, nobody paid you any mind. Soon enough, your juice box was gone, and you had successfully snuck up behind Mavrik and his medical assistant to steal chips and a cookie. The chips didn’t last long. It was only when you started to munch on the dry cookie that you felt the burning sensation of eyes boring into you. 

You turn your head and meet his icy gaze. 

Suddenly, Mavrik felt very far away. Like, miles away. There was an entire ocean between you and your protector. There he stood, the one recruit who scared you more than the others, more than any scary movie you had seen, more than any spooky creature in whatever video game you watched on GrubTube. When your dad had taught you some basic sign language to help you communicate better, you had assigned different people with a sign. It was easier than spelling names out! Daisee was the letter D, Mavrik the letter M, Lola was the sign for twin. Aeremi, a grub at this point, was the sign for bee- but only half of it. You had no interest in knowing the scary recruit’s name. You simply used the sign for ‘scared.’ There was no better way to explain him. He was scary. 

And right now, you were fucking scared, pardon the language. ‘’Scared’s’’ glare was cold, digging into your very roots even from across the mess hall. He was angry and hungry and burning with something you lacked a name for. You felt even smaller than before and painfully aware of just how visible you were. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, like it had sweeps ago. You’d rather be starving in that ditch again. That ditch looked like a breeze compared to ‘’Scared.’’ That must’ve been obvious from your expression, as he decided to beeline straight for your table instead of reporting to Mavrik, as if fueled by your fear. 

‘’Scared’’ loomed over you, eyes boiling over with rage. You tried to shrink down in your seat, tried to peel your gaze away but found yourself unable to break eye contact. For a brief moment you recalled an episode of Troll Animal Planet, where the narrator explained that predatory beasts often find direct eye contact to be a threat or sign of aggression. Looking at your predator’s balled fists, squared jaw, and burning eyes…yeah, you were feeling very threatened. This was a threat. You were in danger. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in your chest from your racing pusher. After an eternity of silence, you finally hold out your unfinished cookie in a meek offering of friendship. You even try to smile. 

Crap, didn’t Troll Animal Planet also say showing teeth was a sign of aggression?!

You wince as he snatches the snack from you. At first you thought he was just very hungry. A glimmer of hope that you had simply misjudged him, that you had actually made a friend with the only troll on the ship close to you in age.He quickly crushed that hope. Just like he crushed the cookie in his fist, right before he threw the crumbs back in your face. Mean. You quickly discovered it was not the cookie that he hungered for. 

You were frozen in fear for a few seconds longer. When it seemed like ‘’Scared’’ might just turn that threat into a promise, you bolted, ducking under his arm and nearly tripping over yourself as you ran straight for Mavrik. You pushed yourself between him and the pilot he was about to vaccinate. He instinctively lifted the needle out of range, too stunned to speak. The pilot was confused. Mavrik was confused. His medical assistant was confused. You were terrified. There was not one good thing happening in this scene right now. You tugged at his shirt frantically, pointing towards ‘’Scared’’ while trying to stay hidden behind the violet’s frame at the same time. You had to let go of his waist to sign. Your hands trembled as you motioned.

“Scared?” Mav asked for clarity, confusion dripping from his voice at your frantic and sloppy signing. You nodded, then threw yourself into him with relief, hiding your face in his smelly flight suit. He put his free arm around you, glancing over his shoulder to what you were pointing at. You didn’t care if he knew that was that kid’s name. Hell, you were terrified. Mavrik would protect you. That’s all that mattered. 

“Almiss!” You hear Mavrik hiss in a scolding tone. You can feel him look over his shoulder, casting a glare. 

“Get outta here, Pipsqueak- go make yourself useful for once!” Mavrik’s assistant chimed in. You didn’t see the glare she received for it, nor the middle finger Mav was given for the crime of defending you. 

You didn’t pry yourself off your protector just yet. Luckily, he was able to do his job singlehanded. You kept your face buried in Mavrik’s side as he continued to work with one arm around you. He stroked your back in the best motion of comfort he could muster. After what you assumed was at least five trolls, you finally lift your head, peeking around the violet’s broad frame with caution. 

The troll you had dubbed Scared, because of how scared he made you, was gone. Almiss was his name, apparently. You toiled that name over in your mind, pondering it. That name didn’t convey just how scary he was. Two-toned eyes, barely your age and covered in scars. His gaze was so cold, so hateful. You didn’t even want to imagine what could’ve made him so…evil. 

Your thoughts are scattered as Mavrik ruffles your hair again, “He gone, JD?” You glance up as Mav looks over his shoulder. His chuckle is amused, and almost relieved, “First time he’s ever listened.” 

“Who’s to say he listened?” His assistant retorted, “He probably ran off to piss in your fucking fuel tank again.” 

“Language. Daisee will handle it if he does.” 

You perk up at the mention of your eldest sister. You free Mavrik from your hug to sign once more. 

It takes him a second to read your hands. You furrow your brow in slight frustration, signing again, with a sloppy urgency this time. 

“...Leave? You want to leave?” 

You nod, shoulder drooping in relief. 

Mavrik chuckles once more, “Sure, kid. Let’s go find your dad and Daisee.”

[sweet-villain]

You Caught My Eye~ R.B

Author's Note : Happy Valentines Day @bisexual-byers <3

Summary : Robin has her eye on you for a while now, she's too nervous to talk to you and get Steve to talk to you instead. You think Steve is interested in you. But it all changes with a little question laid in front of you on the counter at Family Video.

" She's so pretty, just look at her. Her hair looks so shiny and the way she giggles every time she reads something funny" Robin gushed as she happily sighed leaning her head against her hand. Since you've been walking into Family Video, she hasn't stopped looking at you and wishing she could talk to you.

Steve rolls his eyes tapping away at the computer, " She's a person just like us. You know?" Robin rolls her eyes, turning her head.

" Thank you for clarifying that dingus" she flicked at his forehead, he groaned rubbing the spot as he smirks when you walk up to the corner sliding two films you were renting out.

Robin's eyes get wide when she turns her head spotting you standing there, biting your lips taking her wide eyes, rosy cheeks and the way she opened and closed her mouth. It was adorable.

Steve rolls his eyes as he takes the films off the counter, tapping into the computer as he bags them for you.

" My name is Steve, what's yours?" Of course Steve knows your name by now but he wanted to help Robin. She looked like a stuttering duck that was ready to fall over her feet.

You giggled, " I know" you point towards his name tag. " Right" Steve looks down spotting his name tag. " My name is Y/N but you knew that" you pointed towards his computer. His cheeks flared up as he looked away.

" Robin!" Robin shouted her own name starting you as she shyly smiles at you. Your eyes blinked being scared from the way she shouted her own name. You slowly nodded your head and took the bag as you headed to the door.

Robin groans as she throws her head back. Steve chuckles.

" Shut it, dingus"

‎♡‧₊˚

Robin stops in her tracks when she notices you browsing through one of the shelves looking for something in particular. She takes notice the way your eyebrows knit together and the small peek of your tongue make her mouth drier than a Sahara desert. She swallows as she looks away feeling the heat coming over her cheeks.

Steve clears his throat as he passes by, nudging Robin into the way you were crouching down. Her feet come into the clear view of your vision and you turn to look up at her with curiosity.

" Robin" she says. That was the only word she can get out. She feels like mentally punching herself on why she keeps doing this. Every time she's around you, she can't help it.

" Y/N" you tell her your name like it was the most obvious thing. She knew your name and loved the way it sounded when she said it out loud. " Is there something you need?" you asked her. Her eyes get wide she shakes her head hurrying out of the section.

Steve throws his hands up in the air.

‎♡‧₊˚

" What kind of movies do you like best?" you heard a voice speak to you. You were snapped out of your thoughts turning your head to meet Steve's gaze as he hung his arm on the shelve looking at you.

" I don't think I have a favorite genre, I'm so picky with everything" you shrugged. Steve looks towards Robin who nervously pretends to do something close by when she has done already everything that was needed.

" You know you should come watch a movie with us over at my house " Steve suggests.

" Are you asking me to hang out? Who is us?" Steve motions with his head towards Robin.

" You know Robin, and myself" you turned to look at where Robin stood as she turned her head to meet your gaze in time but she dug her head away, feeling her cheeks chin red.

" That can work, do you have a pen?" Steve is confused on why you need a pen all of sudden when Robin offers you one from her pocket. Why did she carry a pen with her? How many did she have in her pocket?

In her hand she holds out a purple one and a blue one. You hummed seeing it was a hard choice but you chose the purple one with sparkles on it.

" Thank you" you mumble out.

" Robin" Robin says, muttering curse words underneath her breath as she walks away in a hurry.

" Is she always like that?" you question. " Can she speak other than her name?"

Steve has to hold in his laughter when he responds to you.

" She is capable of other words" he wanted to tell you the truth but he wasn't going to do that to Robin. Instead you grabbed his hand and turned over to write your number on his arm.

" That was really lame way to ask for my phone number" you think Steve is flirting and he was trying to get with you when it was the other way around. Robin was the one who liked you and was too nervous to say anything else to you. She watches the interaction with a hint of jealousy seeing you write something on Steve's arm.

" Call me" you tell him as you exit out the door.

"At least I got her number for you" Steve tell Robin.

" I'm hopeless" she whines as she collapses on top of the counter with her head on the glass.

‎♡‧₊˚

You hadn't noticed it at first but something in the air felt different. When Steve called you the day he got your number, he spoke nothing but about Robin. You didn't mind at all and loved learning new things about people. Robin seems like a really cool, cute girl that you'd want to be friends with.

" She seems like a great girl" you tell him.

" Oh she is, you'll have to talk to herself yourself"

You chuckled, " She doesn't seem to want to be friends with me."

" You make her nervous" he finally admits. He knows he shouldn't but he was only helping Robin. Robin needed to up her game and ask you out.

Robin emerges from the back, almost dropping the box in her hands as she spots you. Steve was on break as she hurried around the other shelf to shy away from you.

" Hi, Robin" you greet her with a small wave. " You look cute today" you add eying her choice outfit. She glances down at herself and it was like for the first time ever, you hear her say something else besides her name.

" Thank you" she squeaks out.

Your face lights up in a smile and Robin swears to herself it's her favorite thing about you. She stayed where she is at as she restocks the films on the shelves, already restacking them for the third time today.

" Where is Steve?" she frowns at your question and points to the back room. " On Break" she says. She was making progress talking to you. You still make her feel nervous more than ever.

" Okay" you nod looking around before walking off to one of the sections in the store to look at what you were going to watch during the weekend.

‎♡‧₊˚

Steve places a note and paper into Robin's hand.

" What's this?" She asks, looking down.

" You are going to ask Y/N to be your valentines" her eyes widen as she shoves the paper and pen back into his chest. " I can't do that ,she's going to laugh at me."

" Trust me, she won't laugh at you. Valentines day is coming up and you could score a date with her. Come on, it's time to stop hiding."

" Hiding is better" she admits.

" I bet you won't do it" her eyes turn into slits, " I bet you won't get a date for Valentines" she says with a slight smirk. " You lost all your good charms."

" We will see. Oh look here she comes" the door swung open as you entered walking up to to the corner. Steve shoved Robin into the corner pointing to the paper and pen as he handled what you were returning.

" Did you like these?" he asked, pointing to the movies. You nodded, shrugging. " It was okay, not really my thing but thank you"

" No problem" you tilt back and forth on your feet looking around when you hear a clear of a throat. Your head turns to look at Robin standing behind the counter with a pen offering to you.

" What's this for?" she points something below your line of vision. There you spot the small note. There was a question.

" Will you be my Valentines? Circle yes or no" your mouth a jar as you look at her seeing her cheeks flush in red. You couldn't believe it after all this time, she liked you and here you thought Steve was the one who was into you.

You circled yes on the piece of paper and slide it over to her. Her hands shook as she looked down at your answer, and her head happily snapped up.

" Really?" She asks.

She really was the most adorable thing ever.

" Yes, you're adorable" she Brough up her hands to hide her face in it and her breath hitched when she felt your hand on top of hers bringing them down.

" That's better, now I can see your beautiful face" she looked away, giving you a small giggle.

Steve clapped his hands, " I think my work here is done."

" You still need to own up to the bet" Robin says.

" What bet?" she chuckles.

" I bet him that he couldn't get a date for Valentines Day" you giggled hearing someone walk through the doors.

" Better hurry, Harrington. Clock is ticking" Robin says. Steve groans as he walks away leaving you with Robin.

" So after all the time you said your name, you only wanted my attention?" She slowly nods with her cheeks becoming redder than before.

" What can I say, you caught my eye as soon as you walk through the doors"

" You're such a cute charmer" she sends you a small smile as you match hers. Since then, Robin was your Valentines every year and you couldn't be more happier.

[thotsforvillainrights]

-Straight From The Heart-

~Chapter 4~

By the next morning his mood and schedule had shifted considerably within just a few hours all because of you. He now spent more time checking his phone than he’d ever done in his life. He was waiting for that first text from you while silently battling his inner urge to text first. ‘Listen to Chitose, play it smooth’ his thoughts dragged on as he scanned the notifications again. “Damn, still empty.” He sighed as he plugged his phone up and headed into the shower. Today should be as easy as ever given that he only had to head to the office and answer a few phone calls here and there. In all reality, his team would handle everything for him for now. He really wished you’d taken him up on his offer to work at the office. Then he could train you while having an excuse to spend more time with you as well. He smiled at the thought of lunches with you becoming a regular thing as well as driving you around if you’d allow it. As he scrubbed himself in the shower his mind continued wandering but it always seemed to land right back on the thought of you. What was your favorite food, color, song, show or movie? What did you like doing for fun? What were you up to right now? If he was truly as desperate as he seemed then he would’ve brought you up to Skeptic and had the man put you on his camera radar. 

Maybe he could...

‘No no no, play it cool. Take things slow.’ He reminded himself as he washed the suds away. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading to the mirror. He reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out his hairdryer. The sound of the wind was so loud that he nearly didn’t catch the small ding of his phone going off. He instantly recognized the text tone and quickly shut off the dryer before rushing to the room and snatching his phone off the charger. His eyes sparkled when he saw it was from you! Finally his first text from you! He slid the screen open and quickly prepared to reply. 

Only for a moment did he forget he was a grown man by the way he squealed and squeezed his phone tightly to his chest. He caught glimpse of himself in the mirror and blushed before immediately clearing his throat and regaining himself in the process. He texted you that he could be there soon and rushed back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Usually he’d taken pretty good care of his appearance but today he’d stretch it just a tad bit further. He made sure his hair was perfect and his mustache was trimmed neatly adorning his top lip. He shaved himself down, applied his most expensive cologne from his collection, applied his skin care, and picked out his most pressed suit. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before cleaning his glasses and placing them on his face. When he was finally satisfied with his appearance he’d headed to his car and made his way to your apartment strictly from memory. He wasn’t sure where to go from there but luckily you’d came out of the lobby when you spotted his car pulling up and parking. He quickly got out of the drivers side and beat you to the door so he could open it for you. “Thank you.” You mumbled as you got into the car. He tried to contain his excitement once he strapped himself back into the driver’s seat and started out to his offices. He didn’t bother turning the radio on as he opted for small talk instead. “So what made you change your mind about the whole thing again?” You sighed and rubbed your arm while turning to look out the window. “Well I figured that I really didn’t want to sit around the house during the job hunt any longer. It’s been driving me absolutely insane having to put in application after application. While I’m still unsure about being paid under the table, I suppose there’s no harm in things. If we’re being honest with each other right now...I really need the money too. Just don’t judge me on that okay?”

“No judgement needed haha. I wouldn’t pay you if I didn’t think you needed it.” 

A lie.

“If it makes you feel better then I won’t go overboard with the money.”

Another lie. He was planning on secretly spoiling you as soon as he got the chance. 

As soon as he made it to the offices he’d parked in his designated spot and looped around to open the car door for you again. “I see no shortage in chivalry eh? Does it get to be that way with age or did you adapt to putting on a good face for the press and your voters?” You teased him and he laughed lightly. “Perhaps.” He closed the door behind you and had to mentally stop himself from reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Follow me and I’ll give you a quick tour.” You nodded and followed dutifully along his side, observing everything you might deem important later on. He showed you the emergency exits, the bulletin board, the various desks and where you’d be working (rather close to his office door), the parking spots and break room, etc. He lead you into his office and showed you around there before chatting with you some more. “I’m going to start you off with a receptionist position but there is room to grow and expand from there if you find something you’re good at. Usually you have to work for it but because I don’t know how long you’ll be here, I’ll promote you as soon as you want me to. There are any number of roles you can take on! Field organizer, finance director, chief of staff, the possibilities are endless! You just give me the word and I’ll put you there.” He reassured you as you scoffed a bit. “Wow...that’s definitely a lot to take in. It’s really unfair when I keep thinking about it and all the people that’ll be affected by something like this. Are you sure you’re really willing to stick your neck out for a stranger like me?” You became a little nervous thinking about the whole thing but when he was the boss, who could call him out on his practices. “Pay it no mind. I don’t mind doing things like this for you. You’re not a stranger after all. You’re 5 cent Y/N!” 

“God, if you keep calling me that then this’ll be the last term you run for office for.” You playfully flicked the dangling strand of hair and he laughed. “Mr. Hanabata? Might I have a word with you?” A voice called out making the both of you turn your attention to his office door. There stood a rather short girl, chubby with a lovely sense of fashion and a nice haircut to fit. She wasn’t timid but rather...gentle instead. “Ah Shoko, please enter.” His demeanor changed from playful to serious as he took a seat at his desk. You stood to the side and watched the two interact. Shoko took another look at you from bottom to top before turning her attention to Hanabata. “My apologies but may I ask who this is? A new hire perhaps?” Hanabata smiled and looked down at his twiddling thumbs on the desk. He silently prayed you didn’t notice the pale pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes, this is Y/N. Starting today they’ll be our temp receptionist. Should they consider staying permanently is all up to her/him/them.” He smiled lightly at you and you returned it. Shoko cleared her throat. “But sir, no offense but you didn’t run her/him/them by the HR department to conduct an interview or anything like the sort. Do you want to carry through with that now?” Your stomach lurched at the thought of having to sit through another interview. Luckily he’d spoken up on your behalf. “Nonsense Shoko! I don’t need to run everything by HR yknow. Besides, I interviewed Y/N just the other day, right Y/N?” He smiled at you and you’d caught onto his lie. “Yes...sir.” Shoko looked uneasy at everything but didn’t have to question anything else as Hanabata spoke up again. “Good! Now that’s settled, Shoko please take time to show Y/N to their desk will you? Y/N on your desk there will be a phone with various lines. Just connect line 8 if you have anymore questions. That’s my line and I’ll be happy to help. Welcome to the team.” He smiled cheerfully.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch20 Yet Even Curiouser

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees​ for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right

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"Are you both alright?! Tell me you're alright!"

"W-We're both fine."

"Oh. Good...THEN WHAT WERE YOU TWO EVEN THINKING?!"

You both had frozen in front of the giant lumbering form of a VERY angry Kyogai stood in the doorway to greet your arrival back. Only you two hadn't counted on him actually noticing you were gone and to then snatch the both of you in one each. You found yourselves yelping and dangling from his right hand as Eri was held above the floor in his right. In her arms was Rui who looked frightened and confused at finding himself being held in air by a demon who was being held by another taller demon. Turning, he began stepping down the long hallway down hallway back up towards his study and you both saw and felt the many, many servants stopping to stare at the strange sight of Kyogai carrying you by the backs of your kimonos. A pit formed in your stomach at the realization.

You had been caught.

A pit formed in your stomach as the thoughts swirled about you. What was gonna happen? Kyogai was sweet and kind so you didn't worry about the punishment being too bad but he was still very, very, VERY angry judging by the look he was giving everyone.  You didn't know what was going to happen. More so to Eri! You'd gotten her into this troubling situation. What was going to happen to her?! Kyogai grumbled more under his breath the longer he walked and the more you felt regret and guilt build up in yourself from all the watchful eyes. You royally screwed up didn't you? What if Kyogai refused to marry Eri and Komoki as punishment? Or worse keep her here longer working? That'd devastate her. And it'd be your fault! The door to the main study was finally here and opened with a loud sound. 

"I had to stop my work early because of you two runaways!," He finally spoke once he walked into the room and you were placed on your feet a lot more gently than you were expecting. "On a VERY important work night with lots to be done!" The sudden turn he made made you flinch as hard as you winced when the door was slammed. "Do either of you two know how much trouble you caused?!" He snapped back around to the both of you with a deep scowled. "HOW MUCH TROUBLE WE ALL COULD'VE BEEN IN?!"

You couldn't help but look away in shame. Next to you Eri was already assuming the position of a deep bow, head down, and an EXTREMELY guilty look on her face. Rui was still under one of her arms tugging at her to be put down.

"Do you know how worried I was to find my healer and human GONE?! I nearly ordered the mansion to be taken apart wally by wall to find you!! OH!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON WHEN I REALIZED I'D BEEN TRICKED INTO SOMETHING!! WHO'S BRILLIANT IDEA WAS THAT?! " HE half asked half roared half demanded throwing his arms up. "Those woods are full of demons who wouldn't be afraid to pounce on unsuspecting weak demons AND humans?! What if you two had been attacked or worse KILLED?! Do you think I could've gotten there in time? NO!" He pointed. "Because two little trouble makers thought it'd be a good idea to leave while I was distracted to somewhere I had no idea Where the hell they'd be!! It's burns knowing a loyal servant of mine and a guest I've let into my home out of the good of my heart did such a thing as trick me!!"

Your throat gained a lump as he muttered to himself pacing in front of the door. 

"For a long time I have done the best I could to provide for you! Have I been perfect? No! Do I know anything about humans? No! Should I have picked up a book on human culture? Probably!!" He paused looking off at nothing. "Wait...Where was I going with this? I had a point."

"Um.." He INSTANTLY snapped to you with a frown making you flinch, swallow the lump in your throat, and force out a sentence. "Sorry. I thank you, Kyogai."

"Well I love you too!!," He said back in that same angry tone from before.

Silence.

...You blinked. Eri looked back up from her bow in surprised shock. Rui still struggled for freedom. And Kyogai still frowned hard.

....You slowly blinked again. "What?"

A sudden look of what you could describe as 'oh shit' flashed across his face before he sputtered. "I m-mean I thank you too!! Or uh-...W-W-What I -I-..." You blinked at him. "I just....RRRRRRAAAAAUUUUGGH!!!" His hands flew to his face before being dragged down, you gasped and moved out of the way just going for the small table with the tall stack of unfinished papers still waited for him to work on. Instead he snatched up a bowl of food and chopsticks from it's surface that you realized someone must've given him. THUD-!! The floor lightly shook under the two of yours feet as Kyogai just plopped his massive body back down on his seat.l before shoving a piece of chicken into his mouth. "Stress eating! Because of you!" He angry mumbled half muffled by the food in his mouth. "This is really good!"

More silence followed.

You stood there in stupified silence and the only sounds being of Kyogai angrily shoving more food into his mouth refusing to look at either of you both. You opened your mouth...before casting a silent glance at Eri's frozen form, all of her eyes were wide and her mouth literally hung open in shock at her master. Guess she was just as dumbfounded at the situation as you were. Rui was certainly no help as he was just pouting there in her arms accepting he couldn't struggle free. They weren't going to be any help. Turning your head back to Kyogai...you gave a deep sigh out.

"Kyogai?" He didn't respond to you. You didn't blame him. "I'm...very sorry we did what we did. You're right. W-We shouldn't have done that."

"Then why DID you?", He mumbled through his food. His voice lost a lot of his initial edge but the soreness was still there.

You gave just the briefest of sideways glances to Eri before taking a deep breath and letting it out. "...Because I wanted to go outside badly." Footsteps sounded as warning before Kyogai paused blinking as you suddenly dropped to your knees directly beside him. "I felt caged in all the time in the garden and inside you mansion." Without hesitation you looked up and stared at him directly in the eyes. "It was all my idea." He..stared silently cheeks puffed out and chopsticks partially in his mouth. If this wasn't so serious you probably would've giggled at how cute he looked in that moment. "I figured since mating season was o-over there wouldn't be anymore dangers. But I knew you'd never allow Eri to let me out there."

...He narrowed his eyes, swallowed, and frowned at you. "Your dam right I wouldn't have! Those woods are dangerous for anyone here!"

"Which is why I tricked you!,'' you insisted grabbing his arm. He paused eyes staring at your soft hand- "I overheard Eri talking about visiting her fiance before and figured that'd be a good excuse to ask you in case you actually were paying attention when I did ask you." He looked back at you. "It was stupid and selfish and very, VERY stupid of me to do that! I know! When Eri found out I ran off she came after me to bring me my stupid arse back!"

"...She did?" He asked glancing over to Eri's still frozen form  who was still in that pose. 

"Yes! That's what you saw her doing earlier." You nodded pulling at his arm as his brow rose. "She brought my stupid self back here so I wouldn't get hurt."

There was a small pause in silence as he stared at Eri, then he slowly turned back to you...then turned back to his food. "...You know I hate being tricked into saying yes to something." ...you didn't like that sudden calm tone of his. "But I also hate being lied to." You froze. "However... Considering you're putting yourself at risk to try and defend Eri, which I find commendable you'd try to take the full blame, I will give you one chance to tell me the truth. Did she agree to this?"

What? Kyogai was-...HE KNEW YOU WERE LYING!? You took a moment to blink before looking at Eri who still remained still. She would obviously be no help at all. Turning back to him, he didn't even look in your direction. Just sitting there continuing to eat his food as if there wasn't three other people in the room with him. What was he doing? Waiting for you to tell the truth? Wouldn't that get Eri in more trouble? You'd rather take all the blame fully and spare Eri any trouble. But...If he knew you were lying l, if you lied again that might make things worse. But what if he didn't really know? What if he was just pretending to know you were lying to see if you changed your story? He might get madder if he discovered you were lying. So should you stick to your story originally...

But...

"I did lie." He stopped...and looked at your face. "You're right. I did lie about Eri's involvement. She did agree with the idea."

"Mmm hmm." He hummed raising a brow. "I thought so-"

"But I wasn't lying when I did say it was my idea in the first place." You frowned at him. "She mentioned that you would say no if we did ask you, so I used the chance when you were distracted. I used to do it to my grandmother all the time when she wouldn't agree to things. She didn't even want to go at first, so if you say she's as guilty-" Your hand was placed on your chest. "By my blood I'm the same and will bare the fate of whatever you planned for her."

Now this made him slowly turn his face to you surprise etched on his features, brows shooting upwards. "...Are you-....You would deliberately take the full blame for her? Despite the fact that you two only knew each other a few weeks??"

"In the few weeks I've known her, she's become the only person I could call my friend." You gave him a pleading look. "I beg you. Don't punish Eri for something that she shouldn't have to be punished for."

There was some more silence as he stared at your genuine face. As if studying for any lies...before facing back forwards with a loud exhale. "...Eri."

Said demon woman jumped behind him before bowing (despite the fact he couldn't see her). "Y-Y-Yes, M-My Lord?"

"You have done something that greatly irked me today. And you didn't tell me about what the human planned, I'm fact you went along with it... That's not what I want in a servant." Your heart immediately dropped further and further with each word he spoke. "However I won't go back on an agreement once I already made it so long ago. From this point until you're contract with me ends next year, you're ordered to work under Mayla's supervision and be given the hardest work."

Eri's eyes bugged out looking almost panicked and yet relieved. "And that's...it?"

"Do you think I should add more to your punishment? "

"NO!!..*Ahem* I m-mean no, Lord Kyogai. I will follow your instructions perfectly."

"Good. If you should do anything else I find bothersome, I'll personally have you tend to Enmu once he comes back." Eri's face immediately deflates to one of almost horror at just the mention of getting near Enmu. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Absolutely! Clearer than glass!"

You sighed in relief. Working hard under someone didn't sound too bad. Kyogai spared her from anything like an extended work contract or forbidding her from seeing Komoki completely. However you froze again when he looked at you with an unsure expression. 

"You however...I am not sure how to deal with. You're still recovering so I can't force any work on you. And you're not a servant of mine so I can't order you to work even if I wanted too. ...I certainly won't be throwing you out either."

"Then...What will you do?"

He looked you over carefully. Like very, very carefully. "... Simple. Until your departure from here, you're hearby banned from the garden." 

That sucked but was understandable.

"And you'll be taken out of Eri's care. From now on Nagi will be the one to assist you with things."

Your eyes widened...But sighed. That was..also understandable. After today you probably deserved it. He gave another glance at your hand holding his arm..before coughing and looking away.

"And during the day, you'll be staying in the same room as me while I work." ....Say what? "That way I can keep an eye on you  and make sure nothing like that happens again!"

You stared at him. You looked to Eri. Eri stared at Kyogai. Eri stared at you. You both stared at each other. You stared back at Kyogai wide eyed.

"Excuse me?"

He coughed again. "You won't be with me all the time. You'll have private time to yourself when you need it, and Nagi will assist you and you'll still sleep in your own room but I won't tolerate anymore shenanigans from you again. You agreed to any punishment I gave, t-this is it."

Well this was...not what you were expecting at all to be quite frank but you did agree to whatever punishment he gave you. So with a defeated sigh you nodded your head. "Very well then. I agree to your terms."

He nodded avoiding eye contact. " Good. Although I do have one last question." He pointed at Eri's arms. "Who in the world is that?"

You looked back to Rui, sighed, then turned back to Kyogai. "It's a long story." 

"Well then explain it to me in detail. Eri! Leave and come back with Mayla and Nagi at once!"

You remained there sitting next to Kyogai defeated as Eri dropped Rui and left immediately. That could've gone worse. You were VERY lucky it wasn't worse than it actually was. However you did have to explain why you had a child with you especially when Rui walked over and tugged on your shoulder.

"I'm still hungry. Feed me more."

After awkwardly explaining him to Kyogai and Eri returning with the two women servants in question, Rui was promptly handed off into Mayla's care until he figured out what to do with him later and both Mayla and Nagi were informed of everything. There was no complaints or objections other than Eri tossing a final look your way as if saying 'Thank you and I'm sorry' before being forced to go along with Mayla who turns out was in charge of most of the servants and extremely hard if need be. Oh. That must be why Eri didn't look so happy before hand. You hoped things wouldn't be as strange as you thought and it was just going to be a bad dream once you woke up the next day...But that hope was dashed when you awoke to an eyeless chestnut haired purple skinned demon woman shaking your shoulder and smiling.

"Rise and shine my lady or you'll be late for breakfast with my Lord."

You groggily blinked at her. ".... Where's Eri?"

"I'm afraid she's busy hand scrubbing the entire bath house today. Mistress Mayla thought it'd be best to start her off with something simple."

That was simple?! If you could you'd be in there helping her but Nagi you learnt was very nice, but also very insistent. You barely had time to grab the book Kyogai lent before you were forced into a plain blue kimono by Nagi and she forced your hair up in some do you insisted she didn't have to. But she insisted on doing so anyways.

"It's my job to care for you. First and foremost is your health and appearance. Come. My Lord awaits."

You were them dragged to Kyogai's study and received a few looks from the other servants. Oh boy. Hopefully that'll die down quickly. Kyogai was as usual working on  more papers, but did glance at you briefly before going back to work. Nagi guideded you to a sitting pillow in the corner and sat down next to you. And...that was it.

Literally.

You just sat in your corner all day silently reading and briefly looking up when Nagi left to bring the both of you food or at Kyogai but he focused on his work. And that was it until he gave her permission to take you back to your room to sleep. And that was literally it. For the next two days that awkward pattern continued until Kyogai finally seemed to want to talk to you again. 

"Y/n?" It was so sudden and unexpected you nearly dropped the book jumping up and blinking at him. He seemed a bit nervous but cleared his throat and nodded at your arms. "How are you liking my-"...He  stopped himself before glancing at Nagi. "I mean the book I found for you?"

"Oh. He must not want anyone to know he writes books. You'd respect his privacy and keep his secret. So you nodded. "Yes. I really like the story about the runaway Queen. I'm on the last few pages actually."

He nodded back. "That's good. I will find you another to read again soon." 

"May I ask something since we're speaking?" He paused a moment but nodded. "Where is Kaigaku? I haven't seen him for a while now."

At this Kyogai smiled confidently. "Hmph. Kaigaku is with Kokushibo for some training. He won't be by here for another three weeks."

Three weeks. 

That could work for you. You only had about two weeks and two days until Enmu's return, which meant you could just leave the necklace in his room and leave before he even got back here. Perfect!

"So...you may stop wearing that necklace of his now."

"Oh. I only wore it to make him happy and so I wouldn't lose it. I'll just keep it with me until then so I don't accidentally misplace it. It's happened to me before." And none of your borrowed kimonos had pockets. You didn't want to risk losing the expensive looking charm so the most logical and safest place to keep it was around your neck.

Kyogai looked annoyed at the necklace but nodded. "I respect that choice but are you sure you really didn't accept it at all?"

"No. I only told him I'd wear it. I never said I accepted his gift really." You huffed rolling your eyes. "Besides I know exactly what he was thinking when he gave it to me."

Kyogai's expression immediately turned to one of shock. "Wait...What?! Did Eri tell you?!"

You nodded. "Oh yes. And no. Eri didn't tell me. She didn't say anything about it but she didn't have to. He made it very clear when he was being oddly nice and insisted I take this so you and Akaza would 'get off his back and mind your own business'. With how he acted, it was like reading a book. But I won't fall for any of his 'charms' not that he has many. He'll just have to take no for an answer."

...Wait. So she knew Kaigaku was proposing with that gesture?! "So...You do know the significance of that gift he gave you?"

"Kyogai, he could try to get on my good side all he wants but there's no way I'm putting up with the nonsense he thinks is going on." There's no way you'd let him think you'd put up with his tricks just to get Akaza to go easy on him. If he thought giving you an expensive gift and being nice would make things go away then he was in for a big surprise later. "Besides I could tell what he was thinking. It was pretty obvious "

Kyogai hummed however reaching a hand up to rub his chin. So Y/n figured it out hu huh? ...Well it WAS pretty obvious what Kaigaku was trying to do with that proposal even if you didn't know all their courting laws. And if you didn't accept...That meant Kaigaku was sadly mistaken. Which made him chuckle and you blinked confused. He still had a good feeling about this, and if you knew about it already-

"Like how obvious you were."

A glass breaking sound with off in his mind. "....Huh?"

You deadpanned rose a brow. "Oh come on now. I know your secret don't I?"

"You do?!" He flung panicked wide eyed. 

"Um...Yes?" Why was this surprising to him? He already knew that you knew he secretly wrote books. Did he forget that he already told you? You held up a hand to his panicked face. "Don't worry. I haven't told anyone how you felt about it, not even Eri knows." As much as Eri enjoys the book, it didn't feel right to share the personal secret with even her. "I respect your feelings concerning it and accept that you wouldn't want anyone else to know about it."

"I ...You.. " SHE KNEW?! LIKE REALLY KNEW HOW HE FELT?! FOR HOW LONG?! WHEN DID SHE REALIZE?! HOW EVEN?! "I....How did you know?!"

BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP-!!!

SHUT UP STUPID HEART!! YOU WEREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BEAT!! SO STOP IT!!

BU-BUMP-

S T O P!!!!

"I mean..You told me?? A few days ago by now. And I noticed how you look sometimes and try to correct yourself sometimes when you say something you didn't mean two. Like just a little while ago."

IMMEDIATELY his hand went to clutch his chest where his bearing heart laid underneath. His face a red as a whirlwind of thoughts blasted through his head. And all he could think was what he said to you just two days ago.

"Well I love you too!"

He felt like ripping his hair from his head! You obviously knew by now and he wasn't sure what to think of it. But she didn't seem...put off by it? "S-So...You accept..." A shaking hand pointed to him as he gulped. "Me?..A-And my feelings towards..." A shaking arm gestured to you. If she said yes then that'd mean that she would be...He would be her...

You nodded. "Yes. And the reasons why you do feel that."

There it was. She accepted. Said yes. That means she was his...fian-

"I need a drink!" He suddenly declared reaching for the large cup of water Nagi brought him earlier. 

You however rose a brow confused. Was he feeling alright? "Um. Alright. But I do have one other question." 

"W-what?" The glass was shakingly brought up to lips.

"...Do you want to tell me why you declared love to me two days ago?"

"PPPFFFT?!" 

The drink he was drinking was promptly spat out all over the small table before there was a dizziness followed by shock...And the large demon only had time to stare at you in shock before falling over and hitting the floor with a loud thud. In a dead faint.

"OH MY GODS KYOGAI!!"

-ELSEWHERE-

The bark of trees felt rough against the palm of grey skin, perfect to blending into shadows and walking along the darkness of the cursed trees that beckoned any unknowing traveler further into their branches. A light step. Another light step. Light enough to not be heard by anyone my dear. A quiet mouse amongst the darkness a contrast to the many others in the surroundings. He moved amongst the shadows which were his best friends. His only allies in this battle of the most deadliest predator to live among them and for once he wasn't at the top of the deadly food chain. 

Dark tree past dark tree. Weaving past darkness and limbs and lungs heavy with air whirled around by the wind. Close. The danger was close. Breath. Sweet air was the need. The fuel for the best outcome. For his eventual clash with the death bringer. The trees couldn't hide that from him. Adrenaline pumping. Viens bunching up as a black tsuka of a katanna was grabbed, burnt to the touch as the rumbling of thunder was fueled by the whirling, taunting, wind in his lungs to make way for an electrical storm that bubbled through his blood vessels and gave the needed power to metal to become the lightning strike that shook the scene before him. All time became irrelevant as with each  mighty push of his body from the allied shadows gave him the momentum for the target gaining closer and closer to his face. Where was it? WHERE WAS IT WHERE WAS IT?! He felt it was close so whe-

SHING!!

A metal against metal sounds. A shine of silver in the dark. A dash of shadow. And a strike of thunder. The thunder struck the moon hard with a might that should be feared certainly. But the moon always shines brighter. A deadly hand struck out and with one blow to his head. The thunder was defeated.

"You have... improved greatly since our last meeting...But you...still rush things too much.."

There was a mumble from the body on the ground followed by a loud groan. Yep. He'd have a headache for the rest of the day now.

"If...you had waited ...ten more seconds... you would have...dealt a great blow to my...shoulder blade... However you seem to be...in better spirits..than before." There was a sound as a moon's blade was put away. "Get up...We shall try again immediately..."

The black cloaked body cursed at himself but pushed himself to his feet as he was ordered. "Yes. Let's try again."

"... Perhaps you..have something on your mind...that distracts you? You seem...oddly calmer...But I doubt...you have learnt patience yet."

"Heh. You could say that I guess." A rare smile that wasn't as smug was smiled.

"The magatama on your wrist...did you perhaps...lose it again?"

"...No. I chose to present it to someone else."

"Explain."

"I'm engaged."

Silence.

"....I see. ...I was not expecting this...Who?"

"It's complicated. I honestly don't believe it myself a few times. ...But it's not important. I'm ready to continue. Let's try again-"

"No...You shall explain...to me..all details at once..it is...a matter that... impacts your... ability to..concentrate. I must know...in order to ..best make it so...you focus..."

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-ELSEWHERE A FEW DAYS LATER-

Cold. It was Always rather cold this far up the mountain. Especially since it was still only February and summer months hadn't yet reached this far up the mountain. The snow was still very much here to stay for a little while longer, but it wasn't too much of a bother to him. Demons were never really affected all that much by the cold anyways unless they needed special conditions to live. But it also never bothered the powerful demon whom this domain belonged to. 

Douma. Upper Moon Two. The human recruiter. Proclaimed demigod.

Or if you asked him rotten no feeling  pervert who was better off dead!! He hated seeing Douma. He hated doing anything with Douma. He hated even the name Douma!! Nothing good could ever come from him or anyone he had in his grasp. But yet here he was, feet crunching through snow and carrying a little boy who had fallen asleep on the way over. The poor little boy was exhausted from the long trip here, as was his mother and the rest of his brothers and sisters. Behind him the poor widow cradled her second youngest with her head down to avoid the many snowflakes piercing their faces with three other small children clinging to her dress im fear of getting lost among the pale snow. Just his luck a small storm would be blowing their way when they finally arrived at their destination. A rather lavish (and rather large-) human settlement a bit farther up the mountain from the others near the colder parts, Upper Moon Two's domain, and most of where the donations came from. Douma's paradise of blood. That Upper Moon would charm anyone into giving them their blood which was why Douma was in charge of managing most of the yearly blood supply. Most of it. NOT all of it. The other half was up to Kokushibo being the human-demon delegate. But he never thought of that part too much. Or at least he tried too, at least Kokushibo arranged it to where he was never given any blood donated by a woman or child. Some might call him weak for demanding such arrangements but he would stand by those forever. He had morals unlike a lot of his colleagues. The human settlement had certainly grown since he'd last been here probably due to the sudden arrival of five hundred humans last year. The large walls and gate greeted them in the wild wind and swirling snowflakes. All he had to do was raise a large hand and pound on the gate's door, it took all of his restraint to not just kick the door in from his hatred of this place,but there was already some shivering humans were making quick work of immediately running to them and opening the heavy sliding door. My, my. There was many, many humans this time. All shivering, teeth clattering, and rubbing their bodies to generate some desperate form of heat while gesturing for them to come inside. Yes come inside to this hellscape of a pretend heaven. He wouldn't even if the humans were greeting a "messenger spirit of their god delivering other spirits to serve him'. He wouldn't. The only way he'd go in there was if the Master commanded him and ONLY if the Master commanded him. Nothing more nothing less. 

"Where's Douma?," He asked one human who rubbed his arms.

"H-He is inside b-b-but we have been expecting y-y-your arrival f-from the spirit realm to bring more other worldly servants from the gods f-f-for our Master. W-Wont you please come in a-a-a-and join us to ce-celebrate your arrival?"

So Douma was still playing that facade of being a demigod instead of the monster he was. Douma was good pretending to be human and 'being able to communicate with spirits like him and Gods' . He used this ploy to get these poor humans to donate blood for the gods, the yearly Blood Ritual he called it. It made him sick to his stomach.

"No." It was a firm and blunt answer, and he would not wait out here any longer than he needed too. Not if Douma could come out any moment. The small boy was removed from his hold and into the arms of his mother once more. "You and I must part ways here. Your family will be taken cared of inside."

This  would be the last time he ever saw this family again as they were ushered away into the awaiting arms of the shivering humans who gladly herded the widow and children away from him. They weren't his responsibility anymore. His master's task had been completed. And he was now to go back to his original duties and be away from here immediately. He did feel terrible for allowing this family to be taken like this but it wasn't something he could fight against-

He froze. And not out of fear for the family or because of the hundreds of snowflakes being flung into his body by the wind like some icey attack from mother nature. It was because of a sudden looming and empty presence behind him. 

"Why Akaza-dono!" A 'happy' voice chirped before cold hands clapped to show his fake happiness. "My, my. You seem stiff from the cold. Perhaps you should join us?~ My cooks have made a delicious bear stew."

Veins bunched up immediately. A fist tightened. And eyes widened in rage. "Don't. Touch. Me ."

"I haven't done such things. Yu seem to be oh so cranky today."

"I only become that way around you." His head turned. "Douma."

He had an impressive stature. Almost two feet taller than himself. Beautiful platinum blonde hair encrusted with a ring of red gave the impression of sick royalty with that stupid hat on top his head. Eyes like a sickly hallucination of colors glistened dully at him. His whole body was sickly beautiful, but it was the equivalent of a beautiful snake ready to strike with it's venom once he tricked you with his superficial beauty and empty charms. He made him sick and yet there was an admittedly impressive power oozing out of him like syrup dripping. Thick, too thick, and sickly sweet. 

"Oh you remember me!" More of  that stupid annoying clapping and sickening smile. "It makes me so happy!"

"I'm leaving. You have what you need." 

"Oh I know, but when I heard you were coming I knew I couldn't just let my best friend leave without saying hi! It'd be so rude on my person."

"I'm. Not. Staying," he repeated firmly.

"Boo. You never want to." He pouted as if he had anything to worry about. "You're so mean to me,  Akaza!"

"Glad you know that." He had other things to worry about. "You reek of disappointment.''

Other things to worry about like his duties and ...The sudden vision of beautiful purple eyes popped into his mind and the softness of skin clinging to him so bravely-

BU-BUMP-

A hand of his immediately shot up to clutch the place over his heart. The red nails embedding themselves into the skin almost harsh enough to draw blood. He...he had someone to return back too. Someone who he...might actually enjoy seeing. Certainly more this maniac.

A loud gasp escaped the taller man next to him. "Akaza-dono was that your heart I heard just now!? So exciting! It sounds so lovely!"

Of course that idiot would hear it. "Fuck. Off. Douma."

BU-BUMP BU-BUMP BU-BUMP

It was hard to deny the feeling. Yes...He needed to get back to her. That good feeling.

"Hmm. This wouldn't have something to do with that human girl who proposed to you would it?~"

The only sounds that could be heard was the wind and the thousands of small splats the snowflakes made against their skin. 

"...How did you know that?"

He gave a smug smile. "I heard those little girls discussing it as my followers escorted them in. It seems they miss the stories she once read them as well. Hmm. A sweet little lotus.~"

"I'm. DONE. Here."

"Wha-"  A blur ran past him "AKAZA-DONO!!" The blue disappeared in a wake of snowflakes. "...Oh foo. He is no mean to me, my best friend. If he had waited a little longer.." A smile appeared as a golden fan splayed in front of his face. "I would've told him I offered Master a place for her to stay here...And that he was very tempted by my offer.~"

-ELSEWHERE-

Hurried footsteps accompanied by sobs and whimpers scuttled about. Home. He was almost home. Just a little more and he'd be safe. He was getting too old for this. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault!! Closer and closer he went until he  did  get there. A giant wooden door to be in fact which creeked open upon pushing it and the warmth from within welcomed him into it's safety. 

"Father." A squeal sounded from the sudden young child's voice he whirled around too. His son..HIS SON!! Oh how joyous and wonderful it was to see a face concerned for him. "You haven't returned for a few days. I was worried about you. I almost left to start searching."

"Good son. Kind son. *Sniff* All of you have been has been so good to me."

"You're our father. I won't let anyone harm you."

"*Sniffle* Wh-Where are your brothers, Zohakuten?"

"Sekido and Urogi are out looking for you, as Karaku and Aizetsu are looking for a lost child from the  Spider Clan named Rui Master has interest in. I chose to stay behind I'm case you returned. It seems I made the correct call. Shall I tell them you are safely home?"

"*Sniff* Yes. Su-Su-Summon me your dear older brothers. I h-have found a gift for one of them?"

"Father?"

"I-I am an old man. It makes me so sad, so sad my sons will never find someone who feels the same way about me they do. But I have. Kind girl. Understanding girl. S-Summon them quickly."

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Days passed since these experiments of his. Usually he'd be honored to watch the Master run blood tests over and over and over again. But after the third day it got a little boring not going to lie.

"Where did you get this sample of blood?"

"As I told you before many times now, Master. The hurt human Kyogai cares for."

"You are certain she was human? You were not such a fool to have accidentally mix up the blood samples?"

"As a person of scientific medical practice I promise you I didn't dare do such a disasterous thing. And she was as human as your own wife is."

"...When are you due to be back?"

"Oh about a week and three days at this point."

"...I have another task for you. You are to go immediately and collect another blood sample to compare to this one. You are to also administer a test. To check for demon in her veins."

"Master?"

"I will find out if Tamayo survived."