#there there sweetheart you dont have to whine about it we still love you and your dumb decisions

[ratatatastic]

"Did you get in trouble for taking the cup into the ocean?" "Yes. Yes." "Did Rodrigues? He took it in there too!" "Did he?" "Yeah!" "Well, I mean, I brought it under the water—looking back..." "What happened?" "You bring silver into the ocean, saltwater—no!" "Oh, I didn't know that." "I haven't slept! How am I supposed to know? Nobody told me the rules!" "You haven't slept!" "Yeah, but you're naughty—" "But hey! If I would've known about it... oh no, I still probably would've done it. Still probably would've done it!" "Dude, who cares! That thing has been abused all through the years!" "No, no! The cup guys understood, the cup keepers understood—they, you know, told me the rules after and I swear to God I didn't know before but, yeah. Great memories! Great pictures!

Cam & Strick Podcast | 8.27.24 (x)

oceangate evolves further the more we talk about it so if youd like to see the other previous developments in concerns to it...

and also because its funny here are some of the times the cup has been held near or above water both salt, fresh and chlorine alike since oceangate in no particular order

and i just think its very clear when oceangate happened because now everyones holding the cup high above the water/near bodies of water and not letting it get dunked

but pre-oceangate the cup was just dunked in maffhews pool hours after they won it (which was before they went to las olas and welp the rest is history)

[whoskimii]

hi! i dont really ever ask for anything on anybodys blog but could u do like a bratty!reader and brattamer!gojo and smuttttty puh lewaseeeee

SHE'S BRATTY!

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⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. pure filth lmao! he fucks you rough and mean 'cause you're bratty. he's kind of an ass but we love him :3 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"ngh, 'toru !" you gasped as the tip of his cock bullied your cervix. he clicked his tongue at your annoying whine. "what ?" he snapped, thrusting in and out of your overwhelmed little pussy. "s'too much...!" you mumbled, cute moans spilling out of your parted lips.

"yeah ?" he smirked lazily, grabbing the headboard with one hand, the other resting beside your head to support his weight. "i don't fucking care," he hissed against your ear. "should've thought about it sooner than that, angel. but no." he glanced down at you with a satisfied grin. "you decided to wear that slutty little dress to that club so now you face the consequences, without making a noise, 'kay, sweet thing ?"

you've always had a knack for pushing satoru's buttons. you knew damn well how to piss him off. you chose to wear a dress that embraced your curves perfectly. almost too perfectly to his liking. when you emerged out of the bedroom, he swore he could almost see your damn ass.

"m'sorry, 'toru, didn't mean to—" he rolled his eyes and forced his middle and ring finger between your swollen, pink lips to shut you up. "oh, shut it." as your little whimpers got muffled by his pale digits, the sounds of your squelching pussy arrived to his ears. he chuckled and raised his eyebrows. "aw, she's talkative tonight, huh ? must've got somethin' to tell me then." he listened silently. this time, he covered your mouth with your palm.

"theeeere we go... damn, she really wants to talk, mhm ?" his own words made him laugh breathlessly. "yeah." he agreed with himself. however, his little grin suddenly disappeared as he felt you hitting at his torso with your weak little fists. "what d'you think you're doing, huh ? think you can hurt me ?" he scoffed. "dumb little thing." he whispered to himself and clicked his tongue, snapping his hips into yours even harder.

your back arched off the comfy mattress, your breasts pressing against his hard chest. you moaned loudly against his palm, eyes rolling back as he watched you. "what ? can't handle a lil' more ?" he shook his head lightly, almost disappointed.

his hand left your mouth and trailed down your soft body, not missing the chance to caress your warm skin. it finally arrived to your pussy and he began circling your clit lazily, with two fingers. "aw..." he gently cooed at you as you whined. "i know, sweetheart, i know..." he mumbled condescendingly. "take it. c'mon, you can do it." he whispered and pushed your knees to your chest.

you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. "'toru !" he chuckled. "mhm ?" he noticed some tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. "you cryin' ?" he smirked, still circling your throbbing little clit. he frowned when your little feet kicked at his shoulders. "alright, i think i was nice enough." he pulled out and flipped you onto your tummy, instantly sliding back inside your wet little hole.

you buried your face into the pillows, mewling softly. his hips slapped against your soft ass, causing you to arch your back. you grabbed one of your plushies nearby and clutched it tightly. satoru watched with a grin. "aw, look how sweet you can be when you don't choose to tease the shit out of me. you're a real brat when you want to be." you huffed into the pillows and mumbled something, too low for him to hear.

his ears were too filled with the lewd sounds of his hips snapping into your ass to hear. "mhm ? what was that, baby ? gotta speak louder than that, can't hear you with all this shit goin' on." he grabbed your hair and tugged on it, causing your neck to arch. "'toru..." you sobbed. "what is it ?" he sighed, annoyed. "gonna come..." he perked up, a dumb grin suddenly lighting up his pretty face. "yeah ? yeah, s'that it ? you gonna make a mess 'round my cock, angel ? good girl..."

he kissed your shoulder, fucking you with even more enthusiasm. "ah, ah, ah," you mewled at every thrust. "that's it, baby, c'mon. give it to me. i know you can. didn't train you to take my dick for nothin' after all."

as he hit your sweet spot, you whined loudly, tucking your head back into the pillows. "make a mess 'round me, pretty girl. just like i taught you." after a few thrusts, you tensed. "oh, 'toru !" you gasped, your soft little cunnie pulsating around him with the force of your orgasm. your eyes rolled back, drool staining the cushions. "shit... m'right there, baby." he whispered and rested his cheek against your back.

with three more lazy thrusts, his climax washed over him. "fuuuck..." he bit his lip, blue eyes fluttering close. he continued rolling his hips against your ass and after a few seconds, he came to a stop. "damn." he breathed and rolled off of your back.

as he laid on his side, he stared at you before patting the back of your head affectionately. "wear that dress more often if you want me to fuck you like this again."

you definitely won't miss the chance.

⭑ in gojo satoru we thrust trust >ᴗ< .ᐟ

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[i-yap]

I have a Dick Grayson request!

I don't know if you do vigilante s/o but I was wondering if you did could you write how he would react when he finds out that the crazy person jumping off buildings with his alter ego is also his gn s/o? I always find the different takes on the reader finding out about Nightwing but I really want to know what you think his reaction would be?Anyways, this might not be something you'll write but I just figured I'd ask

Lots of love and admiration for you and your works

❤️

A compliment and a Dick grayson ask??omg made my day ( I promise he isn't my favorite I love them all equally)

Ive never really written vigilante reader..or even imagined one but I can try

Dick Grayson x vigilante!s/o

s/n- supername

"There's an armed robbery at the children's hospital on 34th" reported Tim onto the batcom.

"I can get there in 5" replied Dick.

"Take hood with you, he's on 39th " Ordered Batman

"I don't need a babysitter..especially not hood"

"HAHA, Ill be there as soon as I'm done beating up this creep who was cornering pretty girls" Jason says cheekily.

"wait ..I dont think i need you here hood, or even I'm needed..S/n got here first. She's tying up the perps as we speak"

"Unmask her Nightwing, even I couldnt figure out her identity and she has been spotted in too many crimes around gotham" said Oracle

"You can't passible think THE s/n is a criminal" tim replied shocked

"Haha timmy has a thing for s/n just cause she was caught buying rock shirts from the shady stores he loves" Jason teases

" NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS JASON, also Oracle is right. Best to be precautionary" states Batman.

Nightwing approaches s/n. "OH JEEZ, hi your scared me haha. Not that you're scary. You're really hot , I mean your partner probably finds you hot but not me. I'm just random vigilante...Uh anyways Ive called the police they're on their way so I think my work here is done!" You say hurriedly after spotting your boyf-nightwing approaching you.

"Well good work here s/n. But I actually had to speak to you alone. " "Me? why??"

"I need you to unmask yourself. Batman's orders . You cant trust me, you know I'm one of the good guys and we have been on multiple cases together. Plus you are kind of in my city"

" Well I- dick listen." "How do you -" You take off your mask to reveal yourself.

"I was about to tell you dickie..please don't be mad" "MAD? ME? MY SWEETHEART IS A CRIME FIGHTING ASS KICKING SUPERHERO! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO STRONG TO BE A BARISTA!. I mean I do wish you told me before" "I just didn't know how you would take it. You always talked about how much you loved our domestic intimacy and simplicity in our relationship and i-" Dick takes your hands in his "We can still have that baby, just because you are a superhero doesn't change anything. Youre still the best thing that ever happened to me and now we can even spend more time together as our alter ego. We would be a great power couple!" Says dick, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"EW EW THE ROMANTIC SPEECH WAS GROSS BUT KISSING NOISES?" Yells jason into the coms

" NO DICK HOW COULD YOU, MY SUPERCRUSH MAN" Cries out tim

"shit i forgot to turn off my comms" whines dick

"NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS !" Orders Bataman

"Bring her to the manor once you have discussed the - the revelation. There is much to talk about" Says Batman.

"I'm Surprised Y/n is even real" Joins in Damian.

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT HAVING A PARTNER" yells Nightwing into the comms while you try to muffle your laugh.

"Well, I am no one to comment on your mental state NightWing, But it is questionable"

You pull away Dick from the comms before they all start bickering- and giving bruce a headache. Sure there was a lot to discuss but dick is the best batboy to be a vigilante partner to. He would be understanding and non restrictive and the perfect partner in fight. Communication is easy with him and he trusts you and gives you your space to be yourself. After all, its all these things that make him love you for you.

sorry if there is anything offensive i don't usually write gn!reader cuz I'm a cis female and I don't proof read. Also english is not my first language. Lmk if there's anything offensive and ill change it.

[cupidjyu]

the sweetener you are

hyunjae x reader (idea from the anon who requested childhood friends to lovers!)

summary: when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again

genre: best friends to lovers, and boy-next-door sorta thing, hurt/comfort for him because he deserves the world, nightmares, healing, one bed trope, youre forced to move in with him hahaha am i evil, back hugs, he acts "drunk" when tired (dont ask why, it was just an excuse to write him being clingy), hes flirty ish and teasing, hes shirtless for like one second (BECAUSE.), sleepy love confessions, kissing, is there tension? i can't tell myself, “sweetheart” good god notes: school started so expect much much less after this... so see you in a bit 🥲🥲but hope u enjoy!!! this is literally just yumi who needs to stop writing long interpretations of their love for hyunjae in the form of fics + song inspo! word count: 12.7k

You coughed. You choked. And then you glared straight at Younghoon who was staring back in complete alarm. Setting the unfinished glass down on the counter with a loud clink, you clenched your jaw with unspoken curse words that threatened to escape your lips.

“This tastes like dirt,” You garbled out. Rushing over to one of your cupboards, you pulled out one of those small sugar packets that you liked to swipe from those cute coffee shops. If it was free, why not take a few? Ripping the paper open, you poured it into the drink that didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. It was both… green and yellowish-blue at the same time.

Younghoon gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth dramatically. “That’s not healthy!”

“But it tastes so bad,” You whined. “It needs a sweetener.”

He glared, dragging his hand all the way down his jaw in an unattractive way. “It’s an herbal drink. It’s meant to taste bad. Think of all the health benefits you could’ve gotten out of that without the sugar.”

“You made this?” You scrunched up your face in disgust.

“No, I–” He laughed nervously. “My mom did. I promised her I would finish it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And you couldn’t because it tasted so bad. So you’re making me finish it.”

He gave you a pained smile as he stepped away. “I– who said that?”

“Why’re we even friends?” You questioned before jabbing a finger at the door. “Get out.”

Younghoon pouted but he eventually obliged, opening the apartment door. “You still owe me money for that overpriced tiny piece of cake by the way.”

“It tasted good!” You shot back.

“It did not.” He sighed. “It’s just you with your horrible sweet tooth. Don’t even– hey…” You noticed him peeking out of your door and into the hallway. And then he leaned back in, searching your face with wonder. “Someone’s moving in next door.”

You brightened with interest at that, practically jumping off where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. Bounding over to the door, you poked your head out under Younghoon’s, just like they did in the cartoons. Squinting your eyes, all you could see was a tall man with a cap on that covered most of his face. 

“Who’s that?” Younghoon said, slightly too loud for your liking.

With a groan, you elbowed him in the ribs. “Shh…how would I know? Though... he does look better than that old dude who constantly yelled at those courtroom TV shows like he was the judge.” It was like the apartment next to yours was cursed. Magic wasn’t real here. Or at least, in this world. But you still believed that a witch had strolled by and casually placed a hex on Apt 245 for the fun of it. For the time that you’ve been here, you’ve seen about five people move in there. And they were never happy. 

Once, there were two parents who had to deal with multiple children who would not stop crying. You hadn’t slept a wink the whole time they were there. They did receive a noise complaint though. Another time, there was a teenager who couldn’t even properly pay off the rent. He didn’t have a job. But he could somehow afford the loudest speaker where he would play the most gut-wrenching, saddest music ever. He got evicted.

But this man… well–he looked decent. Really. No evident curse here. Or at least, yet. When he turned around, you could see that he was very tall and… broad. Apparently, that was the first thing you noticed. He also seemed to pick up the moving boxes with ease and when he had stepped just the slightest to the side, you could see the impossibly perfect slope of his nose. Also a very odd thing to notice.

Younghoon grasped your arm, pulling you back into your own apartment.

“Don’t fall in love.”

You gaped at him. “What? I don’t even know who he is.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But he’s tall. And broad. And has a nice nose. I know you. I know your type.”

Shit.

“You do know me,” You mumbled sheepishly. “But still!” You poked him harshly. “I won’t fall in love. I probably won’t even see him for like– a month. Or he’s going to be cursed and moved out like the others. Don’t worry.”

Your friend narrowed his eyes in skepticism but he eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t bump into him tomorrow or something.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course. I won’t fall in love.”

You didn’t fall in love. You fell onto the floor.

And you also happened to bump into him the next day ironically enough.

If only—if only—you decided to pick up your mail yesterday like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And by this, you meant being distracted by a cup that rolled out of your new neighbor’s door and then walking straight into his chest. 

You squeaked in horror. “I’m sorry!” And then you stepped backwards, tripped on your badly-timed untied shoelace, and ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway.

When you looked up, there was a pretty hand that reached out to help you up. Taking it with burning cheeks, you could finally see what this man looked like up close and without a cap.

And you would have expected maybe one of those boy-next-door romantic moments where you would fall into his arms and start dating the next day. Oh, and also kiss and eventually get married. But no, you—

“Hyunjae?”

The man—Hyunjae—gaped at you with comically wide eyes. 

“Y/n,” He breathed out.

As long-lost childhood friends, the most sensible thing to do was ask how he was. But you often defied expectations, positively or negatively, and so instead you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.

Hyunjae, whom you’ve known since you were just young kids, has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He used to be on the elementary school track team while you… were on the bleachers trying to tell the difference between subtraction and addition. But luckily, Hyunjae was both a smart and kind kid and so he had stopped in the middle of his running to sit with you and teach what your teacher couldn’t do properly.

He was always one year older, always more mature and experienced. But he tended to throw that away just for you and join in on playing games with you when he should’ve been studying for an exam. But he did so to cheer you up. He was sweet like that and you adored spending your afternoons after school with him.

The two of you even got to experience those dreadful high school years together, except there was always that haunting realization—that he would eventually graduate first. But he always reassured you.

“It’s just one year, silly,” He joked, pulling you into a side hug, one that perfectly portrayed his understanding of your worries. “I’ll text and call you all the time. Promise.”

Promises were often broken and this wasn’t any different. For when he had left for college, he never contacted you ever again. You had tried to reach out, but he never responded. And so, for your whole college term, you never saw Lee Hyunjae, your supposed “best friend,” ever again.

And you should have been mad—no, furious to see him again. You should have pushed him away and went on with your life while skillfully avoiding him. But just the simple sight of him brought back all those fond memories–baking cupcakes, falling asleep together just after screaming over a horror movie, holding each other when life just gets too much... And so you found yourself buried into his chest, holding him tightly.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered again, shutting your eyes in both contentment and fear of him pushing you away again. 

But you felt two hands snake around your middle, hugging you back. There were a million questions running through your mind at that moment, wondering why he had disappeared but welcomed you so easily. But you set them aside, choosing to just melt into his still familiar embrace.

Finally though, you managed to pull away, looking at him with a fond smile. He smiled back. He had grown even more handsome than before. He managed to become taller, broader, and more charming all at once. His features were sharp, more mature. Something about him–the way he was dressed in a literal suit–really portrayed to you that he really was an adult now, as opposed to the teenager who procrastinated on science projects.

“How are you?” He smiled, almost too polite for your liking. You could see the way he stood, awkwardly and with fidgeting hands. And that was when it all hit you like a truck.

Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, your lips pulled into a scowl, and your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward. “How am I? No. How could you–” You banged a fist on his firm chest. “–leave me–” Another punch. “–like that–” He stepped back in growing alarm. “–and act all polite and uneasy as if we weren’t best friends for years?” Both of your fists lingered on his chest, your strength growing weak from frustration. 

“Y/n, I–” He winced.

“Actually, I hate you.” You glared. But your words differentiated from your actions when your hand came to smooth down his crumpled tie. “I don’t want to see you ever again. You’re an absolute asshole and I–” But your eyes met with his, his gaze amused and soft. And then you sniffled, looking down at the ground, the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you.

Hyunjae laughed quietly. “I’m sorry. If you would allow me to explain?”

“Great,” You grumbled. “Then do so. Since you’ve owed me an explanation after all these years.”

He glanced at his watch. “I have work. Tomorrow, maybe? Trust me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. “Work? But you haven’t even unpacked yet.” You eyed his apartment with the door open. There were multiple boxes strewn about, some not even open yet.

“Emergencies,” He sighed. That was when you noticed just how exhausted he looked. “I have to go.”

“Oh,” You stuttered. “Okay. I– good luck?”

Hyunjae smiled, pinching your cheek just like he had done all those years ago. He seemed to be completely unfazed over the fact that you just punched him in anger. “Thank you.” And he was locking the door behind him and heading for the elevator. But just as he was walking away, you felt the need to call something out. Just a few words.

“Hyunjae?” You said.

He turned around, tilting his head. You never knew just how well work attire suited him. He looked almost… attractive. But god, what were you thinking?

“I missed you.”

He smiled but he never quite gave you a response as the elevator ding had interrupted him. Instead, he just gave you a small wave. 

It was odd. Awkward. But one step at a time, you figured. It’s been years after all.

The next day, as promised, he had shown up to your door. This time, since it was the weekend, he was wearing a simple white shirt. One that still never failed to accentuate his broad shoulders.

But initially, you thought it was Younghoon and not a guy who you haven’t seen for multiple years. So you may or may not have opened the door with your hair like a bird’s nest and your sleepwear on that… wasn’t meant for the general public to see. Apparently, Hyunjae fits in the general public category now. Best friend? No, you hate him.

Kind of.

Not really.

Stumbling to the door, you flung it open, your eyes barely open. Immediately, you were met with the sight of just. Long legs. Not very helpful.

“Who–” And then you looked up, only to meet Hyunjae’s eyes. Choking on your spit, you straightened up. “Hello,” You blurted out in a monotone voice.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin down with amusement. “And who’s the uneasy one now?”

“Sorry, I…” Your eyes trailed down to what you were wearing. With an internal gasp, you stepped backward. “I’m going to– change.”

He widened his eyes and then his gaze also traveled down. His cheeks were oddly red and he cleared his throat, looking away.

You cringed and shut the door in his face before he could even say anything.

Now in proper clothes that were for the general public, you opened the door again. He was still standing there with that same smile. The same kind, caring one he always regarded you with even when you were just kids.

“Where should we talk?” You asked. 

His eyes glanced over to his own door. “My place?” He offered quietly. “I have unpacking to do.”

You stared at him silently. And then you nodded with an excited smile. “I can help.” 

“Oh no,” He laughed softly. “You don’t have to. I’m fine on my–”

“You don’t look fine,” You interrupted. And without thinking, your hand came up to cup his cheek, turning him to face you. “You look tired.”

He stared at you wordlessly before sighing. “I guess I am.”

“So let me help.” You grinned. “I’m using my vacation days from work right now anyway.”

He could only mutter a shy “okay” as he opened the door for you to enter. Looking around, you found that the only things that he had unpacked lacked much of any personality. He took out the necessities and a bunch of… work. Papers, a computer, work suits and the like.

“You seem busy,” You remarked as you walked over to the box labeled “decorations” only for there to literally be one single plant that looked like it needed to be watered. In fact, it was on the brink of death. Immediately, your face was contorting in worry and you turned to where he was just standing at the entrance with an embarrassed expression. “What… happened to your initial dream?”

He approached you and peered into the box. “What dream?”

“The one where you wanted to have a place full of pretty plants.”

“Yeah well,” He laughed bitterly. “Circumstances change aspirations.”

You gulped nervously at his change of tone. Something was bothering him. Something, in particular, caused him to move here. You led him to the couch and sat next to him.

“So what is it? Why did you cut everyone off and– disappear?” You asked cautiously.

He looked at you for a long minute like he was trying to figure out a response for himself. And finally, he just sighed in defeat.

“Problems.”

“Like what?” You prodded.

“A lot. And I wouldn’t want to lay them all on you.” He gave you a weak smile. You regarded him with a soft look in your eyes, searching his face for any sort of answer. All you could see was a flame that had long been put out.

“Then tell me one.”

“One?” He bit his lip nervously. “One…”

“Just one,” You said gently.

“Like the one where the place I used to work at didn’t treat me right? That they refused to give me anything?” He mumbled, his voice trailing off with embarrassment. “So I moved here so that I could get away? That one?” 

You froze at his words. You processed them and that was when it began to make sense. He wasn’t going to work yesterday. He was going to an interview. His computer was open to job openings and the papers weren’t reports. They were resumes.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. But he was already distancing himself, standing up from the couch. You gazed at him with concern as you stood up, only for him to take a step backward.

“Why are you…” You frowned. “It’s okay, you know. Did you think I would look at you any differently?”

His jaw clenched. “Well, I did cut you off because I didn’t want to worry you. You always told me I would be successful, the best. So how exactly could I face you after they…”

“That’s not your fault. And I’m sorry for putting that on you,” You mustered, stepping closer. This time, he didn’t step away. He allowed you to do anything. He let you trail a hand down to his wrist, holding it gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more. I’m sorry.”

He watched you with slight surprise, and with his lips pulled into a straight line, he whispered a small, “I should be the one who’s sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t be.”

He stayed silent at that, simply studying your features. You could tell he still wanted to apologize. But then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You grew up.” His tone was gentle, so kind, just like you’ve always known. It was a little quieter than before though, more closed off as if he was afraid–scared of what you would think of him.

You laughed bashfully. “And so did you.” Your hand trailed up to his shoulder. “Did you start working out?”

He smirked. “Why, do you like my progress?”

You snorted. “Could improve.”

He scoffed yet he only looked at you with fondness. The two of you simply stood there, in the midst of his empty apartment, just staring at each other. And then you giggled. He laughed as well before reaching forward and pulling you into his arms, squeezing you so tight that you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Ah–” You choked. “Hyunjae. You’re killing me.”

“I’m showing you my newfound strength,” He joked, stepping away. You were about to refute but instead, you felt your gaze wandering to his arms. Since when were they so toned and–

“Very funny,” You weakly replied. Escaping from his persisting soft gaze, you stepped away and approached the various boxes. “What can I help you with?”

Hyunjae didn’t have much. Apparently, all those large boxes contained about three small things. 

“I overestimated,” He replied with a sheepish smile when you asked.

Most of his things were put away yet when you looked around, the apartment was void of any joy or charm. The only boxes that were left were his clothes which he claimed he could do another day. After putting away his single cup and plate–that’s all he had apparently–you turned around only to see that he was crouched, bending towards that same plant that you pointed out. Its leaves were drooping and the stem wilting, as his fingers gently prodded at it. When you looked closely, you could see a melancholy look on his face, a small frown tugging on his lips.

It was true, that Hyunjae had many dreams when he was younger. That was normal for many people. But to witness it all dissipate before your sight, no sign of light behind his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.

Walking over, you crouched down next to him. He gave you a forced smile.

“Kind of sad,” He remarked with a disappointed sigh. “I bought it only for me to fail to take care of it.”

“You can always buy another one.”

“Mhm,” He hummed dully. “Sure.” 

You watched him wordlessly, observing the way his gaze fell when one of the leaves broke off. Shaking your head, you suddenly stood up.

“Let’s go out.”

He looked up at you in surprise. “What?”

“I’ll be your tour guide of the town,” You joked. “I know everything.”

Standing up with you, he stole a glance at his phone. “I can’t.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“I’m waiting for my result from the interview.”

You sighed and took his wrist in yours, pulling him to the door. “You need to get your mind off that for a second.”

“But–”

“Please?” You looked up at him, even batting your eyelashes. “Just for a moment?” You also exaggerated a pout.

He blinked in shock, his eyes trailing over your expression. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel bad. Is it working?” You held back a grin.

He huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. Fine, just for a moment.”

You grinned and you were already pulling on your shoes and bounding out the door, leaving Hyunjae to smile to himself.

“This is a convenience store.” You pointed at it with a bright smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I know what a convenience store is.”

You laughed and led him to the next block before abruptly stopping. “This is the karaoke bar,” You said, pointing at the nearby building.

“Fun,” He muttered.

“We should go one day.” You smiled. “Actually no.” You scowled. “I got drunk there once and I think they banned me because I was dancing on the tables.”

Hyunjae turned to you in slight shock. “You? Drunk?”

“What?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “What is it?”

“I just… you always said that you hated the taste of alcohol,” He replied in wonder.

“Times change.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a small smile back.

Then, you led him to your favorite spot. The central park in the middle of town. It was a beautiful day out, the sky bright and blue. You loved to sit at one of the benches, watching birds fly by or kids play happily on the playground. 

“Wait here.” You patted the seat. And then you were running off, nowhere to be seen. Hyunjae simply sat there, observing the calm atmosphere. When you came back, you were holding a stick of cotton candy in your hand. It was large, almost covering your whole face. Hyunjae chuckled, taking it from you so you wouldn’t trip on the ground.

“Aren’t we too old for this?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I still love it.”

He took a bite and turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s so sweet.”

“That’s why it’s good!” You stared at him like he was the craziest man alive.

“It’s because you’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He frowned, gently placing it back in your hands. 

“Fine,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you treat your best friend.” And you were taking a bite on the opposite side. When you pulled it away from your face, you were startled by a loud laugh. From Hyunjae, specifically. Turning to him with wide eyes, you could even see him smiling.

It was not like the other smiles that you’ve seen so far. Those ones were small, lacking much of any emotion. But this one was wide, full with amusement and happiness.

“Wha– oh,” You huffed, realizing that there was cotton candy on your nose. Hyunjae laughed even louder and suddenly he was leaning in to gently wipe it off with his finger.

“Cutie,” He whispered fondly, his other hand gently cupping the side of your face.

Your heart stuttered at the word. “Wh-what?”

He gulped, pulling away like he was burned. “Oh, I…”

You quickly recovered, instead scooching even closer to him so that your shoulders were touching. “You think I’m cute? Even when I’m all grown up?”

“Always.”

“I missed your smile,” You stated as the two of you were walking back to the apartment complex.

You had expected him to point out that he had smiled other times before. But instead, he gazed at you with soft eyes.

“I did too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy,” He said. “All thanks to you.”

“Of course!” You beamed, looping an arm with his before pulling him closer. “You can always count on me.”

He didn’t respond this time. But his expression said it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you, was all you could see in his dark brown eyes. Smiling, you bumped your body playfully against his.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.

Again, you found yourself in his apartment the next day. Apparently, he had just gotten back from running and he needed to take a shower. So, you were looking through his boxes full of clothes. You sorted through them, folding them until you came across a hoodie. You didn’t recognize it, but the fabric of it was so… soft and warm. Your hands held onto it, contemplating what it would feel like if you just–

The door to the bathroom creaked open. You gasped and shoved it behind you, greatly hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at it longingly. But alas, you just had to have slow reflexes at this moment.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “Put it on.” 

You laughed awkwardly, turning to face him, only for your protests to come stuttering to a stop. Your eyes trailed down from his damp hair to his… whole torso. His bare torso. He was shirtless. Right out of the shower, water droplets sitting prettily on his collarbones, traveling all the way down to his chest and his– he definitely works out. 

“Oh,” You breathed out, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically looked away. This was not how you expected to reunite with your best friend after so long. 

“Sorry,” He replied, his voice low. “My shirt’s in there.”

You nodded, refusing to look up. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet that you contemplated just shoving his clothes into his hands while dutifully avoiding the sight of his bare chest. 

But then he was right beside you and he smelled so, so good as he leaned over you, his hand gently grasping your waist. To take a shirt. Very unnecessary but it still left you inhaling sharply. Feeling yourself go dizzy as you stood there, eyes trained on the ground, and every single muscle in all of human anatomy completely rigid until you were sure he was properly dressed.

Taking a peek, you were met with his teasing smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” You mustered.

“You were staring weren’t you?” He leaned even closer, his eyes searching yours with amusement. His hand gently lifted your chin up, making you swallow thickly at the way he was gazing at you with a small smirk. 

“I wasn’t,” You whispered shakily.

“Hm,” He hummed. “You look a little flushed though.”

“It was nothing,” You shoved him away, feeling like your face was on fire. “You shouldn’t just walk around like that. It’s…”

“Mhm.” He only continued to smile wider. “Whatever you say.”

You groaned, abruptly turning away to hide your reddening cheeks. But then your eyes landed back on that same hoodie.

“I know that look on your face,” He teased, picking it up. “You like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay,” He simply replied, shrugging and turning around. You were just about to question his suspiciously short response when out of nowhere, he whipped back around and pulled the hoodie over you. Immediately, you were encompassed in warmth and– did he always smell this good? And why was he staring at you so softly with that stupid fond smile and why was your heart beating a mile a minute and–

“Hyunjae,” You groaned. “What was that for?”

But he stayed silent, simply examining you wearing his clothes. You tilted your head.

“Do I look good?”

His breath hitched and now it was him with reddening cheeks as he backed away. You stifled a laugh as you stepped forward, cornering him against the edge of the kitchen counter.

“And I know that look on your face,” You teased back. “You like it.”

His eyes fluttered, almost like he was fighting the urge to look over your body once again. He inhaled deeply and then he straightened, leaning over you this time. With a subtle smile, he whispered something that left shivers down your spine.

“I love it.”

Oh my god. You treaded backwards, suddenly feeling conscious of everything. His eyes on you–all over you–the way the shirt clung to his body, the rushing thought of the fact that you saw him without it on just a few minutes ago–everything came over you like a bucket of ice water.

“I–” With wide eyes, he only continued to approach you, the scent of his shampoo overcoming you quickly. You couldn’t come up with a comeback anymore. At first, you thought that this was just friendly banter, the type that you guys would do in the school cafeteria. But this–this was something different. With the way he was looking at you with darkening eyes, you weren’t quite sure this was that “friendly banter” thing anymore.

“Shut up,” You blurted out as you pulled the hoodie off you and thrust it into his chest.

“Why?” He grinned. “I like this game.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What game is this exactly?”

“The game of making the other person flustered.” 

You stood there for a moment, thinking. You couldn’t quite come up with a verbal comeback. So you could instead…

Taking a step forward, you hooked a hand around the back of his neck, letting your touch linger there for a moment. A stuttering breath was caught thickly in his throat as he looked down at you in bafflement.

And then you let your fingertips trail around, down his neck, across his collarbone, slightly pulling down the hem of his shirt and stopping just at his chest where you could feel his heart thump erratically.

Your trace on his skin left sparks flying in your heart and when you had looked up, you knew that Hyunjae was experiencing the same thing.

He was looking down at you, completely speechless and his eyes round in shock. You smiled in triumph, leaning close to one of his reddening ears.

“Then I win.”

And you were heading for the door. But just as you turned around, you could see Hyunjae who was still leaning against the counter, cheeks now red as he stared down at the ground. You giggled, closing the door behind you.

The next time you saw Hyunjae, unsurprisingly, he looked exhausted again. In fact, he didn’t even recognize you at first with how he was gazing off into space rather than unlocking his own door.

“Come over tonight,” You offered.

He raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”

You choked. “Not that. Movie night!” You winked, patting his shoulder before leaving for the grocery store. You made sure to mentally add popcorn to your list.

And so, when it was pitch dark at night, you had opened your door to Hyunjae, fidgeting nervously at the entrance. You laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.

“Don’t be nervous.” You grinned. “It’s just me.”

As you set up the movie, you couldn’t help but notice Hyunjae looking around your apartment. He seemed to be taking in all of your decorations, and the fact that you had more than one cup and plate. You smiled.

“We can go shopping if you want,” You spoke up. “For your apartment.”

He glanced at you in shock. But he eventually nodded with a small smile, that same one you noticed that he often forced when he was tired and down.

Now sitting on the couch, side-by-side but never quite touching, the two of you watched a movie. It was a comfortable silence and whenever you would glance at Hyunjae, he would notice and turn his attention back to you. And every time you would make eye contact, you made sure to give him a bright smile, one that showed him that “I’m always here for you.”

"Staring?" He teased.

"In fact I am," You replied. "Forget the movie, you're the award-winning feature."

He laughed again. The same bright one at the park.

"I didn't take you to be such a flirter," He remarked.

"I'm not," You refuted. "You really are amazing."

He gave you a smile that wasn't so convincing. "If you say so."

Near the resolution of the film, you found yourself scooching over to him, letting your shoulders touch. But that wasn’t exactly enough, so you lifted his arm so that you could rest your head on his chest, his body warmth easily spreading to yours.

“What are you doing?” He muttered.

For a second, you thought he might actually be annoyed. But, when you looked up, you could see his softening eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks. You huffed in amusement and you only persisted, snuggling close to his chest. Eventually, he gave up on the whole tough act and he let his arm wrap around you, rubbing your arm in up-and-down motions.

You didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep.

Though you did briefly remember two… moments. One of them was him cautiously bringing you to your bed. The other being a warm hand softly caressing your cheek.

You woke up alone. Good! Who else did you expect? Rubbing your eyes, there was a constant sound ringing in your ears. The doorbell, you groaned. Stumbling to the door, you were hoping maybe… Hyunjae? But instead, it was your landlord. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

She sighed, shaking her head.

“Bad news.”

When it was Hyunjae this time who had invited you over, you were pleasantly surprised. Opening the door, you could see him sitting at the table, staring intently at his computer.

Tilting your head, you were about to ask what he was looking at. But then he suddenly jumped up, the chair almost falling over. There was a bright smile on his face as he rushed over to you.

“Hyunjae?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I got the job,” He exclaimed. “I got it.”

“You did?” You gasped. “That’s so– that’s amazing! Congratul–” You inhaled sharply when you felt two hands grasp onto your waist. And suddenly, your whole world shifted once you realized that he was literally picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed shyly as you allowed him to, watching fondly at the way he smiled so, so freely.

Once he had slowed down, there was an impending thought in the back of your mind that appeared from all of the adrenaline. He could put you down and you could lean in and maybe… maybe– press your lips to his as an extra cheer. Mentally slapping yourself, you felt your cheeks grow hot. Again, what were you thinking?

His hands were still on your waist, the both of you out of breath. You smiled, giggling softly. He smiled back, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“I’m proud of you,” You finally said.

“It’s all thanks to you,” He replied.

“Hm, well,” You huffed. “Guess who lost their apartment.”

He gaped at you. “What?”

“Not permanently,” You groaned. “But there’s been a technical problem that has to be investigated and fixed. So I can’t stay there for the meantime.”

He looked at you, deep in thought. And then his hands tightened on your waist. “Then stay here with me.”

Now it was your turn to gawk at him. “What?”

“Please.” He smiled. “I owe you.”

You blushed. “I didn’t do much.”

“You did.” He walked forward, nearly caging you against the wall. “Everything. You’ve helped me get this job.” Another step forward. “I’m indebted to you.”

“H-hyunjae,” You stuttered, trying your best to avoid stealing a glance at his lips.

“Just temporarily.”

You made a mental pro and con list. Pros–He was your childhood best friend meaning that he knew you best. Cons–what if things changed? What if you… fell? And you didn’t mean physically.

With a hesitant sigh in defeat, you responded quietly. 

“Temporarily.”

When you and Hyunjae had art class together, you learned a little bit more about him. He was always the one who enjoyed the sketching, the outlining with the black pen, and shading in grey. You, on the other hand, were the one who would color in between those lines with vibrant colors, brightening the picture into something truly complete. 

That was how you complimented each other. People often painted him out to be cold and blunt, but you always saw past that. It was always you who thought that he was the sweetest person you’ve ever met–the one who took care of you when you were sick and who pulled you away from passing cars.

Just like one of those art projects, you began to liven up his apartment with your own things. Of course, you didn’t bring everything, but the simple pieces of your toothbrush next to his and your coat hung up on the rack, were enough to make the puzzle feel just complete.

Soon enough, the evening came which brought the dilemma of where you would sleep.

“The couch,” Hyunjae spoke up, walking out of the bathroom again, with damp hair. But at least he was fully clothed this time. Still, that vision was practically ingrained into your mind.

“You’re right.” You nodded in agreement. “I’ll–”

“Not you,” He huffed. “Me.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. Abruptly you stood up in defiance. “No!” You blurted out. “That’s rude.”

He looked at you entirely unimpressed. “I’m being a good host. A gentleman.”

“Exactly.” You scowled. “You’re going to make me feel like I’m intruding. And look who invited me in the first place?”

He sighed, glancing at the bedroom door. “There’s only one bed.”

“Then we’ll share,” You replied, completely sure of yourself. Hyunjae didn’t respond so you lifted your chin high and walked past him and into the bedroom as odd as it may sound. However, in the corner of your eye, you could see that his ears were slightly red.

You may have underestimated the sheer awkwardness. Just a bit. Maybe a lot.

The two of you stood on either side of the bed, facing each other, contemplating the fact that this would be the first time you would be sleeping together. Actually, it wasn’t really awkward per se. It was more… hilarious. You pursed your lips, trying to stifle your laughter, while Hyunjae’s cheeks were puffed out in embarrassment.

Again, as the bolder one, you climbed under the sheets first. Still, Hyunjae was just standing, hesitating. You squinted up at him through the darkness. 

Even under the dim lighting, you could see that his cheeks were incredibly flushed. 

“I think I’ll just go back to the–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because you were grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down into bed. He didn’t really protest though as you could sense him slowly melting into the warmth of it.

The lamp was off now and you were both succumbed to darkness. It was silent, only the sound of Hyunjae’s calm breathing. You weren’t exactly tired right now. You knew that it would take you a while to fall asleep. But that was fine! You would just wait until he fell asleep first.

Except, when you turned on your side to face him, you could see him staring back, big, round doe eyes on you. So, scratch that. And now you were cold which you weren’t used to. Your apartment was usually the perfect temperature, but this one left you shivering all over.

Unconsciously, you began to shift closer to his body. He’s always been the warm one. That used to be your strategy to not freeze to death when the two of you would walk down the winter festival together.

Suddenly though, you felt an arm across your waist and steady breathing on the side of your neck.

“Hm?” You hummed in confusion, wondering if the chest against your shoulder was just a hallucination. 

But then he replied in a quiet, lower voice.

“Is this okay?” He whispered.

Oh, this was more than okay. You were familiar with his embrace. But to feel it just moments before you fell asleep brought a sudden bout of tranquility.

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, curling up to his body in which he held you closer in response. It was warm, comforting, just perfect. It didn’t take you a while to fall asleep anymore. 

When you awoke, you were slightly—no, very confused about why it was still dark out. You were pretty sure the room should be bright with natural light from the sun. Or maybe you’ve just gone crazy. But that was when you glanced at the time. It was still the middle of the night.

When you turned to your side, that was also when you realized that it was Hyunjae who had woken you up. Unknowingly at that. His arm was still around your waist but this time, his hold was almost painfully tight. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were screwed shut, his eyebrows twitching with small stuttering breaths escaping him.

But, you’ve always heard the saying that you weren’t supposed to wake someone up from a nightmare. So you hesitated, keeping your hands close to yourself, worriedly watching. At some point, he jolted awake by himself.

Now, his breathing was even faster and he had shot up, looking around frantically. Blinking your eyes sleepily, you turned on the nearby light and sat up with him.

“Hyunjae?” You whispered, looking him over in concern.

He turned to you in a growing distraught state and he widened his eyes. “Are you–”

“It’s just me,” You muttered. “Bad dream?”

Hyunjae froze for a moment but he slowly nodded. And usually, it was you who initiated the hugs. But this time, he was the one who lunged forward, holding you close to his chest. His hands grasped onto you tightly as he buried his nose into your neck.

With the way he was holding you so tightly, so… desperately, you wondered if this had happened before. But still, you allowed him to just hold you close, your own arms coming around to gently pat his back.

You didn’t know when, but he eventually pulled away. He refused to look you in the eye and so you brought a gentle hand to the side of his face, coaxing him to face you.

“How long has this been going on for?” You frowned.

He shut his eyes. “A while.”

Your heart clenched at his quiet response. For the past few days, you had thought he was feeling better, less exhausted. But behind the bedroom door, it must be different.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“You don’t have to tell me–”

“...what they’re about.”

“Oh,” You breathed. “The nightmares?”

He nodded with tired eyes. “But while I was gone–away from you–people I’ve loved, everything I’ve cherished seemed to disappear before my eyes. It wasn’t just work it was… a lot.” His voice was quiet, hard to hear but it was loud enough that you could hear each and every heart-twisting emotion.

You stayed silent, your hand finding his to stroke the back of it soothingly.

“I felt hopeless.” He frowned. “I guess those nightmares felt like I was reliving that all over again.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You watched him cautiously, wondering what exactly to do. But then you felt his hand tighten on yours slightly and that was your cue to shift even closer.

He glanced at you with an ashamed expression that only made the pit in your stomach drop even more. Slowly, slow enough so that he could back away if he wanted to, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close against you. Almost instantly, he was breathing out a low sigh of relief as he nuzzled even further into your embrace.

“You’re not alone anymore,” You whispered. “And… thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

He didn’t say anything, but when he held you back, it was a perfect answer. The two of you stayed like that, in the dead of night, just holding each other until you began to feel drowsy from his warmth. It wasn’t the first time that you’ve done so. The only difference was that it was always you who needed that extra piece of comfort. It was never Hyunjae. Seeing him open up was different but something that you were most grateful for.

“I never replied to you the day we met in the hallway,” He spoke, interrupting your thoughts. 

You pondered for a moment, recalling the memory. “When I said that I missed you?”

He nodded. “I didn’t reply because I was afraid you would still be mad at me for leaving you so abruptly.”

You smiled softly and shook your head, your hand coming up to the back of his head to stroke his hair soothingly. His eyes widened slightly in shock but he quickly melted into your touch. “I was angry at first.”

He laughed quietly, though his voice was watery with unfallen tears.

“But now I’m not,” You whispered. “I promise. I’m just happy to see you again.”

He pulled away to look up at you, searching your face to make sure that you were telling the truth. When you only gazed back with utmost sincerity, he let a small smile tug on his lips.

“I missed you,” He had finally replied, answering your statement from before. “More than you know. It was hard without you.”

Your gaze softened once you noticed the sparkle of a few tears in his eyes and when he blinked, your sleeve was immediately coming up to pat his cheek, drying the ones that had broken free.

“I missed you too,” You responded and gently, you were pulling him back into bed. And this time, without hesitation, he was hooking both of his arms around you, tightening you into his chest.

“...so much,” He muttered sleepily. “I missed you so much.”

“You have me now.”

“Always.” And you felt his hand grasp yours, guiding it to where his heart was, thumping in a soothing rhythm. “In here.”

You were the first one to wake up. It seemed that Hyunjae’s nightmare and tears had left him too exhausted to even notice you unwrapping yourself from his protective embrace. And so, you took it as your duty to cook something decent for him to wake up to.

Except maybe Hyunjae did notice because he opened the door shortly after. You probably should have placed a pillow in his arms before you left. He walked out and you had to stop yourself from cooing because that would be a little bit… weird. But you couldn’t help it because the sight of his hair tousled and messy, his eyes barely opened and puffy from the tears, and his lips pouted adorably, left you smiling with endearment.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You grinned, turning the stove on. 

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shuffled over to where you were standing behind the kitchen counter. 

You tilted your head in amusement, wondering how he managed to navigate with his eyes barely open. “Are you feeling better?”

Again, still no response. You watched as he circled the counter, positioning himself behind you. And then you gasped quietly once you registered the strong arms that enveloped your waist, pulling you into a warm hug, your back now pressed up against his chest. You could even feel his nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, breathing deeply.

You simply just froze, unable to do anything. Once you realized he wasn’t going to move anytime soon, you turned the stove off and simply allowed him to hug you to his heart’s content. He let out a sleepy hum. Or was it a whine?

“You’re clingy in the morning,” You mused.

“Mhm.” Even his morning voice was cute.

And when you said sleepy, you meant it. Literally–you were pretty sure he fell asleep while back-hugging you in the middle of the kitchen. You practically had to hold on to the counter to brace his weight and when you stole a glance over your shoulder, you had to stifle a laugh. His cheek was smushed into your shoulder and his eyes shut in content.

“O–kay,” You heaved, forcing your body to turn around. And still, he would have almost collapsed into you if you hadn’t planted your hands on his shoulders to hold him up. His head lolled to the side as he peeked an eye open to look at you drowsily.

You chuckled and your hand came up to his hair to ruffle it. Immediately, he was leaning into your touch and when your hand traveled down to cup his cheek, he was nuzzling into it like a puppy.

“I missed you,” He slurred, his voice huskier than usual.

“Mm, you said that already,” You hummed teasingly, a smile threatening to spread across your lips. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He smiled lazily.

“You’re acting drunk and it’s like–” You glanced at the clock. “Seven in the morning.”

“And what about it? I missed you,” He grumbled, an adorable frown on his lips.

“Ah,” You sighed, shaking your head. “Go splash water on your face, you dummy. Then you’ll wake up properly.”

He still didn’t budge. And so, using every single ounce of your strength, you had to carry him all the way to the bathroom as he was still clinging onto you like a koala.

After a few minutes, with the sound of the bathroom sink splashing in the background, you finally managed to start cooking something. But then the door clicked open and you looked up. Hyunjae, his eyes finally open, was blushing so hard that you couldn’t even conceal your laugh anymore.

“Missed me?” You remarked.

He winced in response, his cheeks continuing to flame red.

“I don’t know what got into me,” He muttered, refusing to look you in the eye.

You beckoned him over and he finally looked up at you shyly.

“It was cute,” You teased. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“And what else?” He quickly recovered.

Your breath hitched. Ah, you thought. There he was. The usual Hyunjae when he was fully awake. The one who loved to tease you until you were blushing and hiding your face. 

“Don’t do this again,” You groaned.

“Do what?”

“That.”

“You’ll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, completely unfazed. But when your eyes traveled down, that was when you realized just how close he was. He continued to lean forward until he was caging you against the counter, both of his hands on either side of you. It wasn’t the flirting that got you, it was his body encompassing you so, so effortlessly, making you feel smaller than you really were. 

He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, this is definitely how best friends act. You were one hundred percent sure about that. 

He smirked, tilting his chin down, as his hand traveled from the edge of the counter down to your hip. 

Fifty percent. 

His eyes wandering elsewhere–somewhere along the lines of your lips.

One percent.

“The breakfast is going to burn,” You stuttered.

He simply licked his lips, his gaze fixated on yours.

“I can always try something else.”

You were screwed.

The first day of Hyunjae’s new job was the very last day of your brief vacation from work. With a sigh, you scrolled through the shows and movies, only for you to ultimately turn off the TV in boredom. You weren’t going to beat around the bush and refuse to admit that you felt lonely without him. Of course, you saw him in the morning, already dressed in a suit (that fit amazingly on him, dare you add), but it was only for a short moment.

He still had nightmares but they were becoming less and less frequent. Sometimes, when they happened, you would just pull him closer and he would immediately relax with a small sigh, almost like you had the superpower to eliminate his night terrors.

And sleeping together never was awkward again. In fact, you adequately enjoyed it–his arms around you and vice versa. Did best friends regularly cuddle at night and gaze at each other for so long that your heartbeat started to speed up? That… you weren’t quite sure about.

Yawning, you found yourself lying down, spreading across the couch. You didn’t even do much today yet your eyes still threatened to shut close.

At some point, you blinked your eyelids open once you heard the door unlocking. Sitting up, you smiled softly at the sight of Hyunjae opening the door. His tie was already loose and his hair was blown up from the wind. Squinting your eyes, you then noticed that he was practically stumbling into the entrance, almost like all of his coordination had dissipated. 

His eyes were droopy and his lips pouted from what you would guess to be exhaustion. Everyone’s first day of work was like that. You watched as he set down his work bag and walked over to you, very… very slowly.

“How was work?” You questioned, looking up at him.

And just like last time, he didn’t respond. Silently, he leaned forward and literally–very literally–laid on top of you. His body weight pulled you back down to lie on the couch and his arms were snaking around you as his legs tangled with yours. Speechless, you felt as he nuzzled back into your neck, just like he’s begun to do so often now.

“You look gorgeous today,” He whispered, his voice very oddly slurred.

Your breath hitched. “Are you drunk?”

He looked up at that and you practically choked on air once you realized how close his face was to yours. And then he smiled languidly and shook his head.

“Are you sure?” You searched him for any sign–red cheeks, the scent of the alcoholic drink–yet you couldn’t find any. 

“I’m just tired,” He mumbled, planting his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Okay,” You laughed. Gently, your hand came up to his broad back to rub it in circles, the material of the suit rough and honestly quite unsatisfying. But still, you persisted once you felt his tense muscles slowly soften. Slowly though, you came to a stop. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He hummed.

“You need to take a shower,” You huffed. “C’mon.” With all of your power, you pushed him up and off you. Again, his head tilted to the side with a tired smile. You laughed and shoved him until he finally obliged and went off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, you were left there, contemplating his strange behavior. He never acted this clingy before. Not even for the years that you’ve known him. It was only after that particular night that he started to… do this.

When he was done showering, he stepped out. You had hoped that he would be more awake now, but it seemed he was even drowsier than before–too tired to even dry his own hair. With a click of your tongue, you motioned him over to sit down. Like a puppy, his eyes brightened at the sight of you as he obediently followed.

“You’ll catch a cold,” You ridiculed with a worried frown.

After finding a towel, you stepped in between his legs. Carefully, you began to dry his damp hair, marveling at the way his hair curled up after a shower. You rubbed his scalp, making your way around and behind his ears. When you peeked at his expression, you stifled a laugh at the way he basically fell asleep under your touch.

Once you deemed his hair dry enough, you were about to walk away but instead, he abruptly stood up, swaying slightly. And then he fell forward, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You smiled fondly. “Tired?”

It seems that when Hyunjae was tired, he never answered any of your questions, funnily enough. A lot of his answers were just “I missed you” or a small hum. But this… this answer was different. It was spoken so quietly, so softly yet it perfectly resonated through your ears. 

“I love you.”

Before you could even say anything or really do anything, he was reluctantly pulling away and heading to the bedroom. Your lips parted as your eyes fixated on absolutely nothing. Just– space. Your whole body had gone rigid as you simply stood there, processing his words. You couldn’t even blink. 

Best friends… say that too, don’t they?

It started to become a pattern for the whole first week of his new job. When he was actually fully awake, he told you that the work was demanding yet he never looked so happy and content. Sometimes, you wondered what his past work was like, but you never prodded.

But, because the work was just so demanding, every single day, from Monday to Friday, he came home exhausted. And any person would expect him to just head straight for bed. But like you said, it was a pattern, a usual thing, that he would cling on to you. Apparently, something had shifted in him. Originally, when you saw him exhausted, he would become closed off. But after… that night, he acted almost intoxicated. Not on a drink. But simply off being tired.

You found it endearing actually. His voice was always quieter and he often stumbled over his words this way. His eyes were dazed and soft on yours and he also became ten times heavier as he liked to lay all of his weight on you when he pulled you into a hug. He constantly just seemed to be in a completely different mindset–one that was very… loving and… yeah– different.

He liked to say things too. Slurred and quiet, but he still very clearly said them. You could never figure out if he meant them or if he was just tired and rambling things for the fun of it.

He said “I misssed you” a lot. Occasionally, he would blurt out that you looked pretty or beautiful. Or, it would be a small “hi” accompanied by a shy smile. Sometimes, if he was too tired to say much, he would just giggle over nothing in particular. But… there was one specific phrase that he would say out of the blue.

“I love you.”

That one always left you perplexed. It could be a… platonic thing to say, right? Where did the word “love” come from? You didn’t think much of it, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of spark of light in the very depths of your heart.

It was weird, really. An out-of-this-world, alien-like thing for a best friend to say. The words I, love, and you arranged in that particular order were never syllables Hyunjae ever let fall from his lips. He never spent any particular ounce of breath to say them. 

Yet now he did.

For some odd reason.

But again, he was just tired. Surely.

And just like before, the pattern started all over again. The week was coming to a close so maybe you wouldn’t hear those words again after this. But you didn’t really mind altogether. With a tired sigh, you walked out of the room, now changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Right on cue, the main door was unlocking, and once again, the pattern began to unweave itself. He would walk in, with the occasional misstep and stumble. And like usual, he looked tired. Though, you envied his ability to still look… attractive. And then he would look up, search for a particular someone, and do that stupidly lazy smile–the one where his eyes weren’t focused on anything but you.

“What are you doing here?” He giggled–he giggled now, apparently.

You eyed him, completely apathetic. “You let me stay here temporarily, remember?”

He blinked at you with an adorable pout. And then he nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “Aren’t you smart?” He pinched your cheek. 

Scowling, you wrestled his hands off. And for the first time this week, you finally decided to question his bizarre behavior.

“Why are you acting like this?” You whined, holding him up by his arms so he wouldn’t fall over you like he had done the day before.

“Because I missed you,” He grumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open. “Now let me–”

“Agh,” You groaned. But still, your hands fell to your sides as you let him wrap his arms around your torso, bringing you close to his chest. Whatever made him happy, was your motive. And totally not, I secretly enjoy this.

It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of his slow breathing against your earlobe. For a minute, you worried that he had fallen asleep already, but he spoke again.

“Have I mentioned how uncomfortable this suit is?” He mumbled. “It’s very hot and–”

You didn’t even say anything. With a sigh–one that wasn’t particularly annoyed, but more… doting–you stepped away. He stared at you in both drowsiness and slight confusion, but his eyes slowly widened once he realized that you were taking off the jacket for him. Gently, you pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration.

He was quiet, simply watching as your fingers grasped his tie, unloosening it with a sharp pull, causing him to lurch forward, his lips startlingly close to yours. 

“Interesting,” He teasingly remarked, but his voice was still slurred.

“Shut up,” You snapped yet there was no malice behind your tone.

Your hands then came up to his collar, unbuttoning the first few buttons to reveal slightly past his collarbones which… you’ve already accidentally witnessed before. With a friendly pat on his shoulder, you deemed him undressed enough. He slowly turned his gaze to you and your breath hitched at the sight– his work attire now loose with his hair slightly messy… ah. Not to mention, his tilted head and sleepy expression that only made things worse.

Clearing your throat, feeling your cheeks burn, you scrambled off somewhere to shove a change of clothes into his hands and left abruptly, your heart thumping. Soon enough–you didn’t know when because you were busy contemplating all of your feelings and the meaning of life–he walked into the bedroom. Undoing the made bed, you motioned him to climb in. Obediently, he followed and you pulled the blankets over him.

“Y/n,” He muttered, grasping your wrist before you could walk away.

“Hm?”

“...love you,” He whispered.

Again, he was just rambling. He was just saying things. He had stumbled over his words and his voice was quiet, so that meant that he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it. It was all fake–

“I love you,” He repeated—clearer, louder this time without an inch of hesitation. And this time, he was looking straight up at you, his cheeks slightly pink, flushed.

Maybe it was more real than you had thought.

The first week was over, meaning Hyunjae was more situated at work and most importantly, less exhausted. On the first day of his new, non-intoxicated-on-fatigue persona, he had simply greeted you and strolled past. You wouldn’t admit it fully to him but that simple interaction that did better fit what you guys were–best friends–left you feeling empty inside.

But it was fine. It was just a one-week thing.

Until it wasn’t.

The next day, the pattern appeared again, but it wasn’t… like before.

He was fully awake this time yet he still–

“Hyunjae?” You stammered. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened further as he stood behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and breathing out a low sigh. And now that he was newly… conscious, he did more. His hands began to wander over you in soothing shapes and he pressed his chest further against your back.

“Just stay here with me.” 

You could see his soft smile in the corner of your eye. With a bothered huff, you glanced back at him, only for you to inhale sharply at how close he actually was and how… nice his cologne smelt. Oh, and his hands were still wandering.

“I thought you only acted like this when you’re tired?”

He shook his head, shifting even closer, his warmth encompassing you comfortingly.

“Do you want to know something about me?”

“I know a lot about you,” You joked.

But he was quiet, a serious silence befalling the two of you. You gulped and whispered a small “what is it?”

You could hear him huff out in amusement, his hands never failing to leave your waist. “While I was away–when I was at my lowest–I thought of someone all those years.”

And for some reason, you knew exactly what the answer was. 

But still, your voice tremored. “Who?”

A squeeze on your waist.

“You.”

Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a shaky sigh and looked down to where he was still hugging you from behind. Your heart was thumping and you were sure he could hear you. And even if he could make out the pounding, he never budged once. Not once did he stop tightening his arms around you and not once did he cease to bury his nose somewhere into your skin, leaving shivers down your spine.

With your heartbeat practically reaching your ears, you nudged him and turned around so that now, you were facing him. Without his dazed, sleepy look, it was just his soft eyes and the slightest tug of his lips, an endeared smile. Without his exhaustion that often left him sluggish, it was just his firm, stronger arms that held you so easily.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. 

“Sweetheart,” He replied, his voice gentle and content. And before, you wouldn’t have paid a single ounce of attention to that nickname because it just seemed like how best friends would fool around. But now… things were different and you weren’t sure how exactly. And so the name sweetheart now left your cheeks flushing.

You swallowed thickly, your breath shortening. “Do you know how much you confuse me?”

His smile only grew. “Elaborate on that.” A pause. “Sweetheart.”

You sighed, biting your lip with mortification. “That. The nickname.”

“Sweetheart? You never said you didn’t like it, I can stop if you want—“

“Don’t!” You rushed to say. You blushed more once you realized he was teasing you again, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not just the nickname. Everything.”

“Like what?” He stepped closer if that was even possible.

You gazed up at him and you were sure you looked frustrated right now, judging by his fond smile. He always said you looked cute when mad.

“You say that you miss me all the time.”

“Because I do.” He dipped his head lower to look at you with those foolish, puppy-like eyes. “I think of you whenever I’m at work.”

“But,” You exhaled shakily. “Do you realize that you say something else?” 

You were sure he wasn’t aware. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind whenever he was exhausted. So maybe, he would just stare at you in utter confusion, deny it, and this whole… feeling fiasco would be done and dealt with. But then—

“That I love you?”

Your lips parted in surprise and you peered up at him, wondering if he was just taking a wild guess. But no, the soft, genuine look on his face said it all.

“You… knew?” You stuttered.

“Of course I did,” He chuckled softly. “And I meant every single one.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you stepped backward from shock. As you avoided his eyes, you missed the nervousness and the unsureness that flitted across his face. But, just that one step away left chills down your body–as if being away from Hyunjae and his embrace wasn’t even natural anymore.

And so you stepped forward again. Immediately, you could hear a low sigh of relief escape Hyunjae’s lips and feel his hands snake back around your waist protectively. You weren’t sure what expression was on his face though, as you were very adamant on staring directly at his tie–his chest. You knew that he could still see your reddening cheeks, but you still preferred not to look him in the eye. 

“That,” He said quietly. “You’re also quite confusing too.”

“Wh-what?” 

“Stepping away and stepping back,” He spoke softly. “Looking me in the eye but refusing to when I say that I love you.” One of his hands left your waist to gently guide your chin up. “So look at me now.” 

“I…” You trailed off, feeling yourself go weak just from his soft, loving gaze.

“And one more thing.” He tilted his head teasingly.

A pause. A great moment of silence.

“You don’t say it but you show it.”

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your heart beating like a loud, intense drum.

“I wasn’t completely unaware.” He smirked. His hand had already left your chin and found its place back to your waist, yet you found yourself staring straight into his dark eyes, stuck in a trance. “I know that you dried my hair with a towel–that you even undressed me. I know that you took care of me.”

You did do that all on your own accord, simply because you thought that you were being a perfectly good friend. But now that you thought about it–you didn’t have to. You could have easily pushed him off, and told him to do everything on his own but you didn’t. And it was all because you–

“So tell me then,” He whispered, his voice quiet–only for you to hear, almost like he wanted you all to himself. “What are we?”

You held your breath, your cheeks growing hot. Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart pound, exactly like yours. He felt the same, you realized. With a shaky sigh, you gazed up at him.

“What do you want us to be?”

He hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “What do I want?” 

He slightly reworded your question and you wondered why. But you nodded, your eyes studying his features. His handsome features. They were sharp when you had met him in that hallway. But his keen eyes, the angle of his eyebrows, his perpetual frown–they were just soft, soft on you. No longer was there a frown, but just an affectionate smile.

“What do you want?” You repeated his question, your voice hushed to a whisper.

He leaned in, his gaze warm and gentle, his eyes wandering over each and every detail of your face.

“I want to love you.”

You had expected to inhale sharply, gasp maybe–but no. Because everything made sense to you now. His kind words, his soft and fleeting touches across your body, it all pointed to one thing. And so, instead, you smiled shyly.

“Then love me.”

And just like that, his grip on your hips tightened and he turned you around so that your back was facing the door. He was walking you backward until you felt the hard surface against your shoulder blades and he was leaning down, close enough that if he inched further, he would be kissing you. But he didn’t–not yet.

“May I?” He muttered, looking over you with slight concern. 

You nodded, embarrassingly with a bit too eagerness. He laughed softly and then he was fitting his lips against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. The press of it was gentle and tender as he tilted your chin up and angled himself so that it was more comfortable. The kiss was unlike any that you’ve experienced before. It was like the tension that had built up before had completely broken down, as you allowed yourself to just fall.

Fall, physically, almost because you felt your knees go weak, with only the door behind you to hold you up. But his hand traveled back down to your waist, hooking you in against his body, keeping you steady as he muffled a groan against your lips. You couldn’t hear anything but his breathing and the thumping of your own heart. 

All you could think of was him–how he could so easily change from rough to soft, how he could push forward so quickly but pull away so easily to allow you a gasp of breath, and how he could make your heart pound yet lull it into a steady rhythm of love. He kissed like he could devour you, but if you decided to peek an eye open, you would see his adorably furrowed eyebrows and his flushed cheeks, showing that he wasn’t anything like that.

He was just a man who needed a bit of a sweetener in his life.

With a quiet noise, he pulled away. Immediately, his eyes searched over your features, making sure that you were okay and that he didn’t do too much. But, when you gave him a smile, your eyes flitting nervously, he grinned and leaned in to grant you another soft kiss.

“How long?” You laughed shyly.

“I came to the realization when you tried to cheer me up whenever I was tired. But I think I’ve already felt this way for a while.” He replied. He pinched your cheek again. “All those dates and extra care that you gave me…very cute thing to do.”

Your eyes went wide. “You… noticed?”

“I notice a lot of things, sweetheart,” He teased. “Like how you’re grabbing onto my suit to pull me into a kiss right now.”

“O-oh,” You stammered, letting go of his crumpled collar. “I didn’t realize I–”

He shook his head and before you could finish your sentence, he was cupping your cheek–something that he’s never done before–and guiding you back to his lips. And this time, his tongue swiped against your lip, making you gasp quietly.

“You taste like candy.” His gaze fixated on your lips.

“I didn’t know you could…” You had to stop for a second to catch your breath. And it wasn’t just because of his exceptional kissing, but it was the beat of your heart, of all of your love. “...you could kiss like that.”

“What can I say?” He tilted his head with a teasing look. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”

“Trust me on this,” Younghoon whined. “I followed the instructions to the very dot. They’ll taste good. Promise.”

You eyed him skeptically but still, you picked up one of the cookies that he had baked. They looked a little… off, but it should be fine. Taking a bite, you took note of the odd texture, and then the taste started to register on your tongue.

You coughed. You choked. And then you threw the cookie back on the plate. 

“Bitter,” You gagged. “It’s so bitter.”

“What?” He cried. “Are you kidding me–”

Your eyes lit up once you remembered your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on the couch. He was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work report but you ignored that, turning to him and grasping his collar tightly. You pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, causing him to let out a small “mmph” in surprise.

But almost instantly, he turned into jelly from your touch, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fluttered close. He had tried to deepen it desperately but you pulled away shortly after, leaving him to chase after your lips adorably.

Younghoon gawked. “I’m right here.”

“So?” You shrugged, smiling innocently. “At least he tastes sweet.”

“Oh my god,” Younghoon mumbled, getting up to throw the cookies into the garbage can. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjae was staring at you in a daze, his cheeks flushed. But, he quickly recovered and he was quick to pounce on you, pressing kisses all over you once Younghoon had left.

“A warning next time would be great.”

He was now hovering over you on the couch, caging you under his arms and his computer long forgotten. The position left you flushing but it was also the perfect one to knee him in the stomach.

He winced in pain. "What was that for?"

"A warning, you said," You mocked. "When literally yesterday you kissed me up against a wall in your own workplace."

"That's an exception." He smirked. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I..." You blushed, remembering the way he had kissed you so fervently, dressed in that suit and tie, the thrill of getting caught still running through your veins. "It was alright."

"Sure, sweetheart," He whispered in a teasing tone. He looked annoying handsome like this, with that amused smile that contrasted his soft, loving gaze. "Then I'll make sure you like this one."

Oh, how you despised him.

And then his lips were on yours again, swallowing up any shy noises that threatened to escape you. But just before he did, he had whispered three quiet words against your lips.

"I love you."

And how you loved him too.

[justmeinadaze]

Head Filled With Demons Part 2 (Steddie X You)

A/N: If you haven't read that first one please do! It explains some things. Again, I play fast and loose with demon mythology and some things that happen in Season 4 of Stranger Things.

By the way! You guys ask a lot of thought provoking questions :). I love it! I do want y'all to know I plan on answering any things I allude to in any of the chapters in future ones so dont worry <3

There is a scene where they are talking in her head. Eddie's dialogue will be in red.

Warnings: Demon Steddie X Human Female Reader, SMUT, this dips heavily into their dominate side (smacking, rough smut, choking, taunting, holding her wrists down, undermining names like "Little Girl".), there are mentions of the readers past relationships with other partners crossing the lines (very brief). FLUFF, they do open up a bit more with her and vise versa.

ANGST: Lots of Angst! We do learn more about why both demons were banished. There are two killings including the HER Eddie has mentioned. Readers father is sick, talks about losing her mother, this chapter does focus a lot on the grief of losing any kind of loved one <3, mentions of blackmail (in a vision) as well as a sick child (very brief, not described just mentioned).

Word Count: 7545

It’s so warm…why is it so warm? 

As your eyes shoot open, you realize the room is on fire and you immediately jump out of bed. Bolting to your window, you try to pull it open but it won’t budge. The buildings outside are in just as bad a shape as you watch Hawkins residents run from the blazes that surround them. 

“Dad?!”

Quickly, you run to open the door and head to your father’s room, shocked when you don’t find him there.

“Dad! Where are you?!”

Sprinting into the burning living room, your stopped by the presence of your two demons looking down at you with soft smiles. 

“We told you what would happen, honey.”, Steve shrugs. “It’s kind of funny this is how we would go out, huh Ed?”

“No! I still have time!”

“No, sweetheart. You don’t…but you did the best you could.”

“Where…where’s my dad?”

They don’t answer as they continue to stare at you with those gentle brown eyes. It reminds you of how each of your parents looked at you when they told you they were sick; pain and empathy, mixed with…acceptance.

“You don’t have to stay here. Go to Oblivion. You said you could live there and be safe!”

Eddie stepped forward and tenderly ran his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“I already lost one princess. I’m not losing another.” 

Abruptly, he yanks you to his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you before you feel another set of limbs hook around your waist. The world around you seems to shake as the house caves in—

A gasp leaves your mouth as your body shoots up in your bed. Panting, you look around the room trying to find your bearings as you slowly begin to realize you’re safe and it was all just a dream. 

On impulse, you reach out to the other side of the bed behind you only to realize Steve isn’t there; neither of them are. Sighing, you rise from the mattress and get ready for the day.

***

“I see Space Cadet is back.”, Carol mocks as she smacks her gum. “Are you going to work today or are you just going to stand there staring into the void?”

You glare at her, flashing a fake smile as you continue to fold the clothes in front of you. 

“No one would blame you for killing that one.” You jump at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “After what she did to you and the fact that she still has the audacity to still be a bitch.”

“Plus, popping gum like that is fucking annoying.”

You smirk at Steve’s comment as you try not to look at either of them, not wanting to seem like a crazy person talking to yourself. 

“Y/N! My office, please.”, your boss shouts from across the store. 

“Geez, ok Dick, don’t need to yell.”, Eddie playfully whines as you head towards the back area. 

“Hey Richard. Is something wrong?”

“Um, yes, Y/N there is but don’t worry we’re talking to everyone not just you. It seems that…”

His voice drones on as both demons lean against the wall behind him. “He’s not an innocent for sure. He blackmails women all the time who are caught shoplifting.” Steve snaps his fingers and you see a quick flash of your boss sauntering around the office you are currently in as a twenty-something year old girl sits with her arms folded. 

“Now, I don’t want to call the police and I don’t have to…if you do something for me. A girl like you seems to be very good with her hands…”

“What do you think, Y/N?”

You rapidly shake your head and the image disappears. “Huh?”

“I asked if you noticed anything odd since we’ve been missing money from the till every night.’

“Oh! Um… no I haven’t but I’m also not here past six because of my dad…”

“That’s right. I’m sorry I completely forget that you look after him. Alright, just...you know…keep both eyes open.”

Politely nodding, you get up and leave the room as quickly as possible. 

“You need a new job, sweetheart. Maybe after you save the world from the apocalypse you can find something better with people who aren’t douchebags.”

“That’s every customer service job though.”, you whisper.

“She’s not wrong.”, Steve chuckles. “It’s like hell before you go to hell.”

Turning to face the wall, you pretend to organize some of the items in front of you. “Have you two ever been there? Hell?”

“Steve, I’m starting to think she can’t read. No, Y/N. We’re from a different realm, remember. Completely different place.” 

You scowl at him, stomping towards the backroom where no one could see you. As soon as you closed the door, they both appeared behind you. 

 “Why are you such an asshole to me? Aren’t you supposed to be like on my side or something? Didn’t that thing say you two were good at relieving stress?”

“I don’t know, you tell us. Did we do good last night?”

“That doesn’t give you license to be a jerk. And aren’t you supposed to be protecting me?”, you ask gesturing towards Steve. 

“From physical harm, not your personal feelings.” 

“Y/N!” You huff under your breath as Carol barges into the room. “Are you going to work today or what?!”

“No! No, Carol, I’m fucking not! I’m using some of my sick leave.”

“Y-you can’t do that!”

“I can’t? Well shit. I should stay here then. Maybe I can talk to Richard again about how great of an employee you are. I think he would love to hear about you fucking my boyfriend in the breakroom during business hours!”

“I-I-I…um…”

“Good. I’ll see you in a few days.” You give her a sassy wink as you storm out the front door.

########

You lean your head next to your mother’s gravestone as you exhale heavily. 

“That was amazing. Watching you standing up for yourself like that.”, Steve softly smiled as they both sat next to you. When you didn’t respond, he glared at his friend and nudged him with his elbow.

“Y/N, I’m…ugh…I’m sorry for…hurting your feelings.” Eddie winces at the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Have you always been mean like this?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You giggle at their answers as you shift your body to face them a bit more. 

“Were you ever mean to her? Your princess.”

The metalhead’s eyes clouded over with anger as he growled and turned away. “I told you not to talk about that. You don’t know anything about it.”

“That’s why I’m asking.” When he growls again, you sigh turning your attention towards the gravestone next to you. “When my mother died, it killed me to talk about her. I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true. Anytime anyone would come up to me and give me their condolences or talk about some memory with her it was like being stabbed in the chest. I would always think ‘The fuck do you know? She was my mom and meant so much to me.’ People only knew her for small moments…I knew her my whole life.”

When you glance at Eddie again, you notice his entire demeanor has changed. He’s still glaring at the ground but his face softened as he listened to you speak. His jaw tightened before his eyes closed and he snapped his fingers. Images filled your mind of a beautiful, bright world with the sun beaming on a mansion style home. 

You heard sniffles from a figure sitting outside against the wall of the house. She was curled into a ball, crying into her arms as she hugged her knees to her chest. 

“Are you alright?” The girl jumps at the sound of Eddie’s voice. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, princess. I just…wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m…can I ask you something?”

He comes to her side and slides to the ground. “Of course.”

“Do you…ever feel like…you’re losing your mind?”

Eddie flashes her a toothy smile before playfully pouting out his lips. “Oh, you know…just on a daily basis.” As she laughs, his smile grows. He loved the sound of her laugh. “What’s going on, Chrissy?”

She gazes up at him with her big, beautiful eyes before curling up in his side. “My dad wants me to marry someone I don’t want to.” She began to cry harder as he pulled her tighter to him, resting his chin on her head. “I just want to be with you.”

The memory cleared and you were back in reality. 

“She was gorgeous.”

“Yeah…she was.”

“Do you know what happened? To her I mean.”

“Does it matter?”, Eddie snapped. “She fucking died and they blamed me.”

Steve hesitated a bit before raising his fingers and snapping them together.

“Chris! Come on!”, Eddie whispers as he enters her room. “We need to go now, babe.”

His eyes scan the scene in front of him as his body freezes at the sight. Chrissy was on the floor with a knife in her chest as blood drenched the carpet around her. The weapon was one he had used before but gave to her so she’d feel safe. 

“Baby?” He fell to his knees as he reached out to touch her face…she was gone. “N-no. No, no, no!” Eddie pulled out the knife and threw it across the room as he lifted her into his arms. “Wake up, princess, please! Please, baby. I need you.”

The doors to her room flew open as her father’s guards charged in; people he knew Chrissy considered like family. 

“Come on, Edward. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

He tenderly kissed the princess’s forehead before slowly getting to his feet and bolting towards the hidden exit he entered through.

“You fucking asshole!” The memory shook from your mind as Eddie punched Steve in the arm. “Don’t you ever show her my memories again! You had no right!”

“To be fair, I got banished with you. I have every right.”

“Fuck you.”, he growled before abruptly disappearing. 

“Where do you guys go when you vanish like that?”

Steve sighs as he gestures absently. “Around. We can’t go far but…”

“Do you blame him? For getting you kicked out of your home?”

Without any hesitation, he shakes his head and snaps his fingers again. 

“Steven! How can you not know where he is?! He is your best friend!”

“Sire, trust me, I’ve looked for him. I want to talk to him to but he’s nowhere to be found.”

“Please…talk to him about what?! The only thing I want to hear from him is the sound of his screams when he’s tortured for all eternity.”

“Sire, if I may, he wouldn’t hurt her. They were friends.”

The king loses his composure and shoves the demon against the wall of his home. “I don’t give a fuck what they were. He KILLED my child. Now, either you bring him to me or you can join him in a cell. Personally, I don’t care where you end up.”

“I knew he didn’t do it. The three of us were friends. I saw the way they were together. She was always happier in his arms than anywhere else.”

Your heart breaks as you lean against his shoulder. “Did you ever have anyone you felt that way with?”

He grins as he leans back on his hands. “There was this girl I really fell for. Would you believe she ended up with a demon slayer?! Of all people!” His grin grows when you genuinely laugh. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you home.”

“You’re not going to harass me into killing someone tonight?”

“Not tonight. I think you earned a break.”

***

“Miss Y/L/N?”, the man greets you as you’re walking up the path to your house.

“Um, yes? Can I help you?”

“I’m Detective Hopper and I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions if that’s alright.”

“Oh, um, sure…of course.”

“Did you see anything strange last night or out of the ordinary? Maybe someone in the neighborhood you had never seen before.”

“Ah, no sir. I usually work until 6 and then I come home to take care of my father. He’s in bed most of the time so he wouldn’t have seen anything either.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. That he’s ill…not that he didn’t see anything… Look, here’s my card. If you remember something or if you see something suspicious just give me a call.”

“Yes, sir. Should I be worried? Did something happen?”

“Oh, nothing for you to be worried about ma’am. Just always make sure to think smart and stay safe.”

You nod and watch him get into his car before driving away. 

“You wouldn’t want to kill him. He’s actually one of the few good people here.”, Eddie exhales in frustration. “You two have a lot in common though. His daughter got sick and passed away a few years after your mom.” As he raised his fingers to snap them, you quickly closed your hands around his. 

“Please… not really something I want to see. I know what it feels like with a parent. I can’t imagine what he went through with a child and I don’t want to.”

He nods his head, affirming your request as you open your front door. 

“Dad, what did I say? You’re supposed to be in bed.”, you whine as you take off your jacket and head towards him. 

“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to be home for another hour.”, he chuckles. “Who are your friends?”

You freeze as you turn to give him your attention. He’s smiling directly at the demons in front of him but only you should be able to see them, right?

“My friends?”

“I know it’s been awhile since you’ve brought anyone over but yes, Y/N, friend.” Your dad rises to his feet and extends his hand to both of them, beaming proudly when they finally shake it. “What’s your name, boys?”

Holy shit. He can see them…

“I’m Steve and this is my friend Eddie.”

“Pleasure. How do you know my daughter? From work?”

“Something like that.”

“She’s never mentioned you but she doesn’t tell me much about that store to be honest. Well, I hope you’ll stay for dinner.”

“Which I will make in a bit. I just have to talk with them about something really fast here. Come on, guys.” You shove them towards your bedroom and shut the door. “Why can he see you?!”

“I, honestly, have no idea. Maybe family members can see us to.”

“Eddie, how stupid do you think I am? ‘Maybe family members can see…’ You two have been doing this for how long and you’ve never come across this before?!”

“No, we haven’t. I think more than anything though we should focus on the fact that we don’t eat.”

“Not food anyway.”, Eddie smiles coyly in your direction making you giggle.

“You’re so stupid. Ok, ok. I trust you. Um… you can’t eat any type of food?”

“No. We don’t get our energy that way like you humans do.”

“Shit.” You continue to think before clapping your hands. “I got it!”

###############

Your father laughed as he continued telling the demons the story of how he and your mom met. He loved to tell that story to anyone who would listen and to your surprise both of them did in fact listen. They seemed so entranced in his tale like little kids listening to an adult read them a book. 

“I’m telling you, boys. I literally fell for her, flat on my face! She was so beautiful though… I couldn’t take my eyes off her when she went out onto that stage and danced. I remember thinking ‘what the hell would a ballerina want with a greaser like me’? She got so mad when I actually asked her that.”, he chuckled. 

“Could she do the whole spinning on her toes thing?”, Steve asked as you came around to clear their dishes. 

You had decided to make a meal that required bowls instead of plates so their meals wouldn’t be on display and they could hide the fact that they weren’t eating anything. 

“She absolutely could. The first time she showed me, she explained how she was doing it like she was reading a phone book. Just so monotone!”

“Yeah, dancers have amazing strength in their legs and abs. Chrissy used do flips and stuff all around her house and I was just amazed.” Eddie paused then, realizing what he just said as he shifted his gaze down to the table. 

When you sat back down, you placed your hand on his lap comfortingly. You dad sensed the change in tone, knowing it all too well. 

“When my wife died…it was like getting hit by truck. We had so many more plans and things we wanted to do. I hate that we didn’t have more time but I’m so grateful for the time we had and the gift she gave me.”, he smiled as he gestured towards you. “No one can take those memories away from you, son. I’m sure while she was here you made her feel happy and loved.”

Eddie’s hand reached down to cover yours as he held your hand. You knew he was trying to not disappear again especially since your dad could see him. He as being forced to face this conversation and it was killing him. 

Your father began to cough and you quickly ran to his bedroom, coming back with his medication. 

“Stop! Don’t…don’t look at me like…like that. I’m fine.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans back into your hug. “Here…I’ve bothered your friends…enough. Go spend some time together…without this old man.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Y/L/N.” Steve politely grins down at him, Eddie doing the same. Before he can walkway though, your dad tugs on his hand. 

 “It’s…it’s ok to care about someone again…Eddie. You’re not replacing her…you’re just…opening your heart again.”

The demon gently pats his shoulder as he leaves him to head for your room. 

***

You sat on your bed, fiddling with their stone as you continued to examine it. 

“What’s it like for you guys in here?”

“We’re not genies, honey. We don’t literally live in the stone. It’s just a conduit, I guess you would call it.”

“We have kind of a whole little area to ourselves.”, Eddie adds.

“Can you show it to me?”

“Uh, unfortunately no, and trust me. You don’t want to see it.”

“Are you prisoners?”

Their eyes shoot up to fully look you over. 

“I guess it depends on your definition of ‘prisoner’.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you meet their gaze. “Are you happy?”

“I don’t really remember what happy feels like.” Steve turns to glance at his friend, taken aback by his honesty. “After she…Chris… died, I felt so lost. I didn’t know what to do so I ran. While we were wondering around the realms, by the time we found the one who gave us this task I was elated. At least we could finally stop moving around and just do this.”

“Steve?”

“When the princess was killed, everything changed. Home didn’t feel like home anymore.”

His fingers hovered in the air again, pausing before Eddie nodded and he snapped them together. 

A front door burst open and Eddie was tossed violently to the ground at Steve’s feet. 

“Found him trying to get in a boat and swim across the shoreline there.” One of the demons boasted as he held the wanted demon down with his boot. “This is it. Imagine how the king will reward us when we bring him the head of the demon who brutally slaughtered his daughter.”

Eddie flinched as he laughed. 

“Wait. Who said anything about killing him here? We’re supposed to take him back alive.”

“I’m pretty sure his majesty won’t mind if we—”

As the demon kicked his friend, Steve shoved his chest knocking him back.

“No! We follow orders.”

“What do you care? Don’t get soft now just because he’s your best friend. I’ve seen you tear apart demons you’ve known longer than him just because you were told to.”

“That’s right. I was ordered to. Just like I’m ordered to bring him in, Jason.”

“The princess was your friend to. You saw what he did to her. Are you really going to let him get away with that? Don’t you want to fuck him up even a little bit?”

Steve looks down at his bleeding friend before growling low in his throat. “I do.”

“There we go! Let’s tie him up with that rope and—”

While the demon was talking, he made the mistake of allowing Steve to get behind him, giving him enough opportunity to ram his bat into his skull. Jason fell to his knees before slumping to the ground. He yanked his weapon back and pointed the end towards Eddie. 

“What. Happened?”

“I-I don’t know. She was dead when I got there, Steven. I swear. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

His jaw clenched as he extended his arm for his friend to take. 

You gasped as your reality came flooding back. 

“Whoa! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…gore…not a fan. Even after—”

“Sorry. You get used to a story so much you kind of forget details like that.”, Steve chuckles. “So, yeah, I didn’t really care to go back home if everyone was going to be like that especially since one of my friends was dead and the other was banished.”

“Aw, I love you to, man.”, Eddie smiled as he patted his back before turning to look at you. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just…you’re not like how I would expect demons to be…”

His grin grows as he covers the side of his face with his long hair. “Mean and scary?”

“Something like that.”, you giggle.

He and the other demon share a look and he knows without his friend having to say it; you are just like Chrissy. 

“We can be mean if you’re into that.”, Steve winks. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never… you don’t have to…”

“Don’t have to what?” His head tilts when you gesture towards your body, mimicking your movements. “I don’t know what this means. You have to say what you’re thinking out loud like a good girl.”

“You don’t have to…sleep with me again.”

“Did we sleep last night?”, Eddie asks playfully. “I don’t remember much sleeping.”

“Oh my God-goodness. I’m just saying you don’t have to! I’m not someone you have to please or whatever.”

“Why did you correct yourself just now?”, he inquires as he wiggles his finger in your direction. “You started to say God and then stopped. Why?”

“Um…I don’t know. I—”

“You’re a terrible liar.”, Steve laughs.

Your gaze shifts between theirs as their eyes heavily penetrate your own. “Eddie didn’t like it. I don’t want to offend you or anything.”

The demon softly smiles at your honest answer. “You listen. You are a good girl.” He turns to face his friend who leans his head against the wall behind him. “Now can we use her our way?”

A heavy exhale leaves your lips at his choice of words as they both focus back on you. 

“What do you think, Y/N? You want to play the demon way?”

“Will-will it hurt?”

Steve shakes his head as Eddie grins. “Not unless you want it to.”

“Is, um, is there a safe word or something…”

“Do you feel like you need one?”

“I think you forget, sweetheart, that we can read you. We know where your boundaries are.” The metalhead looking boy snaps his fingers and you see a quick flash of all your sexual counters. None extremely worthwhile but a couple of times, men had crossed a line. 

“Ow, Dean! Don’t bite me like that. It hurts.”

“Stupid whore. You like being fucked hard like this don’t you, slut?”

“Honestly, Kevin, you’re making me feel dirty not sexy.”

“Ow! Y/N! Jesus Christ, Stop!” The boy ducks as you try to smack him. 

“You’re supposed to go slow, you asshole! Not just ram it in. I told you I’ve never done anal before!”

“Hm, thanks for that.”, you whine as you wave your hand in front of your face like it wipes the memories.

“We wouldn’t hurt you like that but, again, if it makes you more comfortable…”

“I…I trust you.”

They both smirk in your direction and a shiver runs down your spine to your core at the sight. 

“So, I’ll ask again, do you want to play our way?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Steve, I do…want to play the demon way.”

Both their heads straightened up as the smiles that had painted their beautiful faces began to fall as they starred at you. It felt like they were looking into your very soul and you couldn’t help but feel a little frightened. 

“Alright, little girl. Let’s play.”, Steve growled wickedly as his fingers snapped and your world went dark. 

#############

Your eyes snapped open as the breeze from outside hit your face. Rising to your feet, you realize you’re in a forest you’ve never been to.

“Have you ever done roleplay, Y/N?” You jump as Steve’s voice filled your head, quickly turning around to look for them and finding no one. “It’s ok, honey. You can scream and shout here. It’s part of the reason we chose this place.”

“We also kind of like the camp of it all. Demons fucking an innocent girl out in the middle of nowhere.”, Eddie giggles. 

“Where are you?”

“Around.” This time they both chuckle as the wind around you picks up. 

“I’m not innocent.”

“In life maybe not but sexually, sweetheart… You may as well be a virgin.”

“You of all people know I’m not a virgin.” When you turn around, you are suddenly met with Steve’s palm around your throat. 

“We aren’t people, Y/N. Never forget that. Never forget that we are demons. We are above small beings like you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. WHAT. You better show us some respect, little girl.”

“Yes…sir…” You gasped for air as he threw you to the ground. He looked down at you with amusement when you sat up and clung to his leg like a scared child. Abruptly, you fall forward and just like that he’s gone. 

“Aw, baby. Are you afraid?”

“No!”, you try to sound confident as you rise to your feet. 

“You’re right. She’s a terrible liar.”

“What frightens you more, Y/N? The fact that you have no control or the fact that you like it?”

A ringed hand brushes lightly through your hair as lips gently kiss along your neck. When you turn your head to kiss them, you find yourself alone.

“Answer. Me.”

“I don’t know how to let go of that control.”

“We can show you how. We can show you a lot of things, princess, if you’ll let us.”

“Is that the ‘demon way’? I thought creatures like you just take what you want.”

“Creatures. I like that. Good choice of words, little one. It’s never quiet that simple. We can’t just take…it has to be offered.”

“Then…then take me.” The wind around you stops as the woods become silent. “You both deserve to feel good to after what you showed me. I gave you permission to do it your way. I trust you.”

“As you wish. Hey, honey?”

“Run.”

***

You didn’t need to be told twice as you ran in no particular direction. Hell, you didn’t even know where you were, you just needed to go. You imagined wherever you were headed, they were leading you there. You understood that you had just asked two lions to be their prey and the thought drove you wild. 

Panting against a tree, you stopped to catch your breath. As you looked at your surroundings, a small rundown house that looked like it had long been abandoned suddenly came into a view. Carefully, you moved towards it, finding the front door open. 

“Hello?”

No one responded except for the creaks in the wood as the wind quietly blew. Powerwalking towards the fridge you were grateful to find cold water within it…almost like it was left for you. You chugged down as much as you could until you felt your thirst was quenched, placing it back where you found it before beginning to look around. 

There was really nothing of note that stood out. All the picture frames you passed were empty and besides the typical furniture there was no other decoration. As you glanced down the hallway, you noticed a faint light coming from one of the rooms and went to investigate. 

There were candles strategically placed everywhere illuminating the bed in front of you. A sudden chill caused you to rub your arms, making you gasp when you realized your clothes you had on abruptly changed. When you looked down, you were no longer wearing jeans and a t-shirt but a red silk nightie with nothing underneath, no bra, panties, or even stockings for your feet. You felt extremely vulnerable but as you started to back out of the room, your back hit something hard. 

“Took you long enough.” Eddie’s low, rough tone sent a shudder through your body. “Get lost?”, he asked as he grabbed your hair and pushed you to the floor. “I imagine your legs are probably tired from all that running. Don’t worry, we’re going to let your rest on your knees for a while.” 

A naked Steve sauntered into view from the side, his large half hard cock now level with your face. 

“Open up, little girl.” Your mouth had barely begun to widen before he shoved himself between your lips. His fingers gripped both sides of you head as he thrust his hips, pushing his length to the back of your throat making you gag. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it, honey. Take my dick like a good girl. Don’t forget about Eddie.”

Steve released you just long enough for the other now naked demon to thread his digits back into your hair as you wrapped your lips around his thick cock. He groaned at the feeling as you flattened your tongue and bobbed your head. “Good, baby. Keep stroking him. Last night was—mmm—was about you. Tonight is for us.”

As you alternated between them with your mouth and your hand, you felt your slick begin to drip down your thighs, your pussy desperately needing to be touched. 

“Hey!”, Eddie growled as he yanked your hair back, forcing you to meet his angry eyes. “Did we tell you to move? Huh?! ANSWER ME!”

“No…no, sir. I’m sorry!”

“If no one told you to fucking move then why are grinding your hips like that?!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Just like with his friend as soon as the demon let you go, you wrapped your body around his leg, holding him tightly. “I’m sorry.”

His large palm began to pet the top of your head making you feel like you were on the moon. He was accepting your apology; you were being forgiven. You were being good for them and right now that’s all you wanted, you wanted to please them. 

Eddie’s arms slide under yours as he lifted you off the floor and carried you to the bed, throwing you on to it horizontally as if you weighed nothing. Tugging you to the edge, he took the base of his cock in his hand and slid it between your glistening folds. 

“Fuck me. Are you really that desperate for us right now? Geez, Steven, these fucking humans are always so easy to please. Do you want my dick, Y/N?”

When you only nodded, his lust fueled eyes flicked above you before a hand flew across your cheek.

“Words, little girl. You answer him when he asks your something.” Steve’s massive fingers held your head in place, forcing you to stare at his friend. 

“Pl-please. I want—mmm—I want your dick.”

“Yeah? Keep begging, Y/N, because I’m not sure that I believe you.”

“Please! Please, Edward. I want your thick cock inside of me. Make me cum, please.” 

The demon’s head tilted at his correct name. Only other demons ever called him that but for many years now even he and Steve referred to him as Eddie. The last time someone else called him Edward was the last time he spoke to Chrissy. 

“Something bad is about to happen! I know it!”

“Chris, baby, hey.”, he wrapped his arms around her to stop her from pacing. “Nothing bad is going to happen. I won’t let it.”

“My father is having the ceremony tomorrow. After that, I’m never going to see you.”, she cried into his chest as he held her tighter. “Henry won’t allow us to—”

“Sweetheart, fuck that pretty boy alright? I mean not literally but…” Eddie smiles when he feels her giggle. “Why don’t we leave? Huh? Run away with me.”

“Run where?”

“Anywhere! We can go further out or hell we can hop to other realms. Steven knows all about that.”

She pulls back, gazing up at him with nothing but adoration. “Ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Meet me here at midnight and we’ll go.”

He grins as he kisses her forehead and runs towards the hidden passage in her room. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you, you freak.”

Chrissy laughs harder as she shoos him with her hand. “I love you to, Edward. Now, go!”

“Hey…” His curls move as his head shakes at the feeling of your thumb caressing his skin. “Are you okay?”

Eddie blinks before grabbing your wrist and shoving it to the mattress. “Why did you call me that? Edward? Why?”

The demon’s abrupt insistence startled you as his face hovered over yours. “I-I-I was being respectful. S-S-Saying your name properly. I’m sorry, Eddie.”

A loud growl mixed with a grunt reverberated through his chest as he guided his cock a bit roughly into your entrance. He didn’t inch his way in this time, fully thrusting into you as your back and neck arched up at the intensity. The demon’s lips whisper into your ear as he began to slowly slam his waist into yours. 

“You…you can call me that here, baby. I—f-fuck—I don’t mind. With pussy this good, you’re the only one who can.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words as you clenched around him. Standing again to his full height, Eddie held your legs open wide as he thrust into you. Knees straddled either side of your head as Steve’s cock came into view.

“Open your mouth, honey, and don’t move your head, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned down at you before sliding his length between your lips. Your hands flew up to cling to his thighs as he began slowly fucking your face. 

“Good—mmm—good girl, Y/N.”, Steve moaned as his palms reached out to play with your tits.

You couldn’t see much from the position they had you in but out of the corner of your watery eyes you could swear you saw Eddie pull Steve’s face to his shoulder as they both grunted at the feel of you. Did you see him place soft kisses along the tattoos splattered along the demon’s chest or was your mind playing tricks on you?

You barely had time to gather any more thoughts as Steve placed his fingers onto your clit, rubbing circles to match his friend’s pace. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned around the demon in your mouth causing a deep growl to escape from his chest that startled you. His head quickly snapped down towards you sensing your fear and he promptly pulled his cock from your lips, pushing his body back so he could kiss you.

“It’s ok. You’re doing so good. That was a good sound, honey. Your mouth just feels so fucking amazing. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”, he whispered, gently trying to comfort you.

Eddie collapsed onto your body, rolling his hips roughly, tugging down the top half of your garment as he lightly licked and sucked on your nipple with his teeth. Steve leaned down to do the same with your other breast and you whimpered as you tried to keep pumping him with your fist. 

“I’m…fuck…”

Eddie’s long tongue licked up your sweaty chest to your ear as his head fell beside yours. 

“When you cum, princess, scream my name. Say it—mmm—say it the way you said it before.”

As his hips pounded into yours, you felt your body transport back to that floaty place before you were blinded by that white light and pulled back to earth by what could best be described as a lion’s snarl in your ear as you came.

“Fuck! Yes, Edward! Oh my…fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His rhythm sputtered as his fingers tangled in your hair and he released ropes of his seed inside of you as he grunted loudly. As he continued to lazily thrust into you, you tried to lift his head for a kiss but he hastily grabbed your wrist and held it against the bed.

“No…no, not yet. Give…give me a minute.”

“Are you okay?”, you asked and he nodded in response.

“I don’t …want to scare you. I just…need to calm down.”

“Please, Edward. Let me see you.”

He hesitated for a moment before letting you go and hovering his face above yours. Your fingers reached up to touch the splashes of demon skin that was displaying through his human one along his jawline. Eddie had to control every muscle in his body to keep from flinching. It had been a long while since anyone other than Steve had touched his original skin in anyway let alone as tenderly as you were. 

When he had lifted his head, his eyes had remained closed knowing they were his real ones and not the ones he displayed for you. 

“Can you open your eyes?”

Almost as if knowing what happen, Steve placed both palms on either side of your head again, holding you in place as the other demon sighed and did as you asked. 

You squeaked in terror but they were both holding you down so you couldn’t move away. His red, glowing orbs tried to look anywhere else before the shimmering suddenly stopped and you were able to look directly into his irises.

“Why…why do they glow?”

“Uh, they do that when we’re angry.”

“Are you angry with me?”

His look softened at your question and you watched as the red changed to the brown, chocolate color eyes you had come to know over the past couple of days. 

“No, sweetheart. Angry at myself for not being able to hold my appearance up for you.” His nose delicately bumped yours. “Hearing you say my name and then feeling your pussy cling to me like it does… I just couldn’t control myself there.”

Craning your neck, you leaned up to kiss his lips and he allowed it as he smiled against them. “I think it’s Steve’s turn. He’s been waiting very patiently to use you.” His eyebrows coyly raised as your cunt fluttered around him. 

Arms slid under you, pulling you away from Eddie, and place you on your tummy as your face hits a pillow above you. Forcefully, the demon lifts your ass in the air, groaning as he breaches your entrance with his hard, leaking cock. Laying his body flat against yours pushes him deeper into your pussy, allowing access to sensitive areas within you that no one besides them could ever hit.

“Do—mmm—can I call you by your name?”, you whimpered as he slowly rolled his hips, bringing his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in.

“Is that what you want, honey? Do—fuck me—do you think you deserve to?” Steve’s palm wrapped around your throat as he grunted into your ear. “Do you think you’ve earned the right, little one? Hm? Answer me.”

“Yes, yes I do, Steven.”

This must have been what hit Eddie so hard; he felt it as soon as you said his name. Hearing someone use his proper name after so long poked at the beast inside of him. It awakened a side he hadn’t utilized since his time in his own realm and it felt good. He wondered if what his friend had said about that mixed with you climax would really cause him to lose control like that. He had to find out.

Pushing up to his knees, he grabbed your wrists placing them behind your back as he pounded into you. 

“When you cum, you scream my name like you did his. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes. Fuck…please make me cum.”

For a few moments, only both your heavy pants and skin hitting skin were heard in the room but all the sudden, Eddie’s soothing, husky voice cut through. At first you didn’t understand why he was so far away until you realized…he wasn’t speaking to you but to Steve. 

“You think she feels good now, wait until she says your name again. I’ve never felt anything like it. I don’t know what it is, Steve, but fucking hell.” Turning your head as much as you could, you noticed how his fingers ran over the demon’s hairy chest as he leaned his chin on his shoulder. “The thought is just making me hard all over again. If I could keep my dick inside her 24/7, I would.”

“St-Steven, I’m about to—”

Yanking on your hair, he pulls your back flush against him. “You say my name with confidence, little girl.” His other arm wrap around your front, holding you tightly to him as he thrust into you faster. 

“Yes, Steven. Just like that, please. Don’t stop!”

Gravity left you and again you heard an animal’s rough growl before your face was pushed into the pillow as you came. The demon behind you pumped into you a few more times as red light flashed against the headboard in front of you and his spend warmed your insides.

He grunted, trying to catch his breath as both of them fell on either side of you. As soon as their heads hit the soft material, you blinked and found yourself back in your room at home. You tried to roll over so you could see him but Steve covered your eyes once you got to your back. 

“No, no, honey. I think…what you’ve already seen is enough to give you trauma for the rest of your life. Let’s not add to it.”

“Can I touch you? At least since you don’t want me to see you.”

“You promise you’ll keep your eyes closed?”

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

Gradually, his hand left your eyes but you did as he asked, keeping them squeezed tight. Taking a hold of your wrist, he guided you to his face. Like Eddie, his skin was a rough material that was exposing itself mostly on his cheeks but unlike his friend, as you shifted to his hair your fingers ran into the horns protruding from his head. Steve seemed to have a lot more trouble keeping up appearances than the other demon.

After you were done touching him, he assumed you’d recoil away but you didn’t. Instead, your roaming digits traced down to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss that had him softly humming. As soon as you disconnected, you two opened your eyes and you were greeted with the amber ones he always displayed for you.

You curled up into your bed, reaching behind you to bring Eddie’s arm over your waist. It startled him at first but he finally settled into it as he nuzzled his face in your hair.

“Do those woods and house have any significance for you guys? Or was it just a random place?”

“The woods are from our realm. Eddie and I used to hang out there when we were growing up.”

“The house is just a house. We didn’t think you’d be comfortable on the dirty forest floor so that particular home is a combination of places we’ve been to.”

“Oh? Is considering my feelings the demon way?”, you grin as your eyes begin to drift.

“It’s our way. Remember, Y/N, we’re still here to serve you. We protect and guide you while you complete your task. Plus…”, Steve exhales as his fingers caress your cheek, eyes scanning you as you sleep. “Demons usually don’t hurt the ones they care about.”

“Ah,” Eddie chuckles softly. “So, you do feel it to? How different this go around feels.”

“She’s not like the others.”

“I know but, Steven, after she kills that last person, we’re gone. We’ll never see her again.”

“I know, Edward.”, he growls. “Let’s worry about that later. I’m sure when this is all over she’s going to end up hating us anyway.”

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[ch1l1cheesefr1es]

Jealousy, plain ol' Jealousy.

Merle dixon x FTM reader part 2

Context: you and Merle reunite, the governor assigns the two of you on a mission to find Michonne. First try you couldn't find her, so Merle told the governor, he came back seeming a bit off and you both go looking for her again, he tells you whats wrong and you put matters in your hands ;)

Warnings: +18, nudity, hard sex,age gap, flirting, violence, slurs (f!ggot, Tranny, etc. This is my first time making a book like this so I hope I don't offend anyone)

Merle shoved his face into your pussy, tasting you're juices. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he continued "Nothing you need to worry about boy... Just relaxing you for what's to come." he licked a path from your pussy to your hole, teasing you with his tongue, you bit your lip and looked back. He flipped you and laid you down on you're back, he spreaded your legs and looked down at you, practically drooling. He started eating you out, biting, sucking and licking you. You bit you're lip as you saw his nose getting smothered as he ate you out, once it became to much for you, you tried pulling him away, only for him to continue and lick your juices. You moaned and kept trying but ended up running your fingers through his hair, finally he pulled away panting "that was my best meal yet Fruitcake" he said as he wiped his mouth with his arm. You saw that he was still wearing clothes "hey...that aint fair." you said, he looked at you confused "you're still wearing clothes." he then realized he was, he grinned and slowly took off his wifebeater, revealing his toned chest. He took off his boxers and pants, revealing his hard throbbing dick, aching to be inside you. You blushed and felt anxious, he was...big, very big than you expected it to be. Merle pushed you down against the seat and opened your legs, he smirked and began to rock his hips against yours, his erection sliding effortlessly against your wet folds. Teasing you as his cock rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves "...what should i fuck?" he asked himself, you could only buck your hips against his. whimpering and whining for more "such a naughty boy aren't ya?" he whispered in you're ear, finally he slowly slid inside you.

You moaned loudly but Merle covered you're mouth "shhh...sorry baby, as much as I want to hear those Beautiful sounds we cant let them brainless assholes hear us can we?" he placed your leg up on his shoulder after letting go of you're mouth, but placed his hand back on you're mouth. He thrusted upward, little wet sounds of skin slapping against skin could be heard in the car. you're eyes rolled back and muffled moans came out of you as Merle fucked you deliciously "Mmhh sweetheart...look at you...and here I thought you hated my guts, but now you can't seem to get enough of me.." he did one big hard thrust that made you see the stars. You bit the skin of his hand gently as tears of pleasure streamed down you're face, you felt yourself getting close to you're peak, and even merle could sense it "Merle....oh fuck...i-im gonna-"

"cum for me boy, tell you want me to cum inside you."

finally with one hard thrust you both came at the same time, his breathing slowed down as hr slid out of you and he kissed your cheek, and licked it aswell "Merle!" you said laughing "what sweetheart?" he smirked "I think we should go back to woodbury" Merle looked at you "nah, i think i'll lay ontop of you." he said smiling, feeling his body heat press against yours, you tried pushing him off but failed, it felt comforting to have him ontop of you, you started to bury your face against his warm soft neck, smelling his scent and getting tired "Merle.." you mumbled "yeah boy?" he asked

"I love you."

You told him, he was quiet for a few seconds Before saying

"You dont know what you're getting yourself into Y/N, but I wont stop you."

[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

[yourtouchismidas]

Is being pregnant with twins different/difficult for the missus? How does matty react to the accidental pregnancy when they find out, how does he react to finding out that there’s not one but two babies?

i think with already having three children, and valentine being very little when you get pregnant again, that it takes you a while to notice. matty is on the floor with the two older girls playing dolls and you're undoing baby valentines duffle coat, her cheeks all red from the cold, unsteady on her feet having only just learned to stand. suddenly, a wave of nausea hits you out of nowhere and you have to stand up straight and cover your eyes with you hands to stop everything from spinning. valley's half in half out her coat.

"baby?" matty says, "baby, you ok?"

the wave dulls and you look back out at him and smile, "yeah i'm okay. come on valley, coat off."

you kneel back down again to your youngest's height, but you can feel matty's eyes on you, frowning slightly. you ignore him and smile at valley, who babbles something and pokes your face. the other two girls are starting to fight over one of the dolls, whining, and matty turns back around to intervene, and you stand back up. everything goes blurry again, but this time worse, you see black.

"baby?" you hear.

next thing you're aware of is a few seconds later, your in matty's lap on the floor and he's stroking your hair. shay is screaming. valley too but more because of her sister than anything else. gigi's eyes are wide and you reach out to her, trying to smile.

"mummy's okay," you say, weakly. "i'm okay."

gigi swallows, trusting you, and nods. matty speaks.

"gigi can you get my phone from the arm chair please my love?"

she walks slowly over, still spooked and hands it to him. you try to get up, protesting that you're okay, your whole body aching to get to your baby girls to calm them down.

"no no sweetheart," matty says, "stay still."

he's got his phone to his ear and you can hear it buzzing. then you hear his mother's voice. him explaining what has happened. her voice raising and octave as she says, yes of course. i'll be right round. dont you worry.

matty takes you to the walk in. you're feeling a lot better by the time you get there, but your hands are still shaking when you try and lift the plastic cup of water he has got you to your lips. he takes it off you and feeds it to you, making you laugh mid drink so you spit it all out and both start laughing, him flicking water at you as you've got it all over his trousers. you hear someone call your name.

the nurse raises her eyebrows at the pair of you and you both stop laughing abruptly and then snigger to each other as you follow her into the room.

you explain what happened. the nurse runs through a list of what you ate today and drank and takes your vitals.

"and is there any chance you might be pregnant?" she asks. you and matty both laugh.

"doubtful," you say, "i had a baby a year ago. i've been on the pill since."

"we'll do a test just to be sure," she smiles. you do it. you barely even think about it. it's just routine. it will be just be because you have low blood sugar or something. because you forgot to eat lunch because you had to take the girls to town today to get new school shoes and were running around after them all evening. the nurse comes back in.

"well your pregnancy test was positive."

"you what?" matty says.

"you're pregnant," she says. she scans between both your faces and then says, "you know, birth control isn't one hundred percent..."

matty holds up his hand, "you can save it, we know. believe me. we know."

you lie back on the hospital bed, hand to head, laughing. pregnant. again. when you didnt even think you could have one. and you have three baby girls at home, waiting up for you.

"matty," you say, reaching out for his hand. he grabs it and squeezes. "were having another fucking baby," you say.

"i know darling," he says, smiling at you. he comes over and kisses you softly on the head over and over. "you can do this. we can do this. another baby."

"another baby," you say, thinking of valley's pink little cheeks, and the baby grows you packed away last week, not quite ready to let go of them, and the smell of your friend's new born's head. you start smiling. grinning. uncontainable.

"another baby," matty says. he looks at you. he is grinning too. the same thought process having gone through his head as well. he remembers tiny wrinkly fingers clutched around one his thumb and he aches. "what a miracle."

after you confirm your dizziness was just the pregnancy, you both emerge into the dark cold evening, hospital lights hazy, both dazed. you can't believe it happened.

"i should text your mum," you say, getting your phone out.

"no don't," he says quickly.

"but the girls..."

"will be fine for another hour. we're childless right now," he says, gesturing to around your feet where the girls usually would be.

"you're bad, healy," you say, grinning. he wiggles his eyebrows then wraps an arm around you.

"what do you want love? if you could have anything in the world. right now. what would it be?"

"a cheeseburger."

"a cheeseburger?" matty laughs, "i'm offering you the world."

"and i want meat with cheese."

"fuck it. my girl wants. my girl gets."

you go to a nearby burger place, laughing in a booth next to a steamed up window. matty gets burger sauce all over his face. you talk about music and art and the news. you talk about where you want to travel to. the best places matty has ever seen. how you would do things differently if you lived again. what you would study if you went back to uni. you live out your whole lives, childless and free, writing letters to each other from various beaches and mountains and stages. you pretend to be on the phone to each other, updating on adventures, making up fake hunks and models that you've slept with, trying to get a rise out the other. matty's cheeks go pink at the thought of you with another guy. he rushes the bill. he books a hotel room that you end up in for an hour, an hour and half at most. he makes you his own again. then tangled up in the sheets you begin to talk again. where would i go? who would i be?

it's a game. but as you play, the ache for everything you're describing fades. you hold his warm body closer.

"i would be some sort of marine biologist or some shit," matty says dreamily, "hanging with dolphins."

"i would be gigi's mum," you say. he turns to you. "and shay's."

matty's face softens. he sees you. real you. hotel room. escaped from the kids for a night. clock ticking closer to your eldest's bedtime.

"and valentine's," you say.

"and the new baby," matty says, putting a hand over your stomach.

you nod, smiling up at him. he speaks again.

"and in every lifetime," matty says, "i would be yours."

"yeah?" you say.

"i would tear down all those beaches and mountains and stages. i would drop out of every course. i would get on every plane. just to come home to you. every day."

you check out the hotel and go home to your baby girls. they run at you at the door and you scoop them up, shay in your arms, gigi and valley in mattys.

"are you okay? everything okay?" mattys mum says, meeting you and the girls at the door.

"yes, all good," matty tells her and you nod.

"thanks so much for taking the girls," you tell her.

"my pleasure," she smiles, "they're a pleasure, arent you darling?"

she squishes baby valley's cheeks and makes her laugh. you and matty share a look, knowing in nine months or so she will have a new baby to love. it's a hard pregnancy, you're sick a lot and extra tired having to look after three girls while carrying two. in keeping with your usual style too, a surprise baby means matty can't plan and has to go ahead with concerts and interviews and trips that were scheduled. but he does what he says. he always comes home to you.

[mymelodymia]

omgomgomg u are literally the only one feeding my dad tony heart rn <3 u should do a fic with dad tony and child reader's first day of school! (I'll let u handle on the details) have a good day!

I loved this request so much <3

Summary: you, tonys childs first day of school

Warnings: none

A/N: this is my first request and I'm super excited about it, anon, you just made my day <3

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you made sure to wake up extra early, in order to not be late, like 5 am kind of early, you ran out of bed and most of your stuffed animals fell to the floor, you rushed into your fathers bedroom, jumping onto the bed as fast as possible.

"DADDY DADDYY" when tony didn't even stir from his slumber, you threw your tiny body on top of him, that's what got him up

"Y/N what are you doing up?"

"its my first day of schoool!" You said bouncing up and down on the bed,

"Whoo slow down there missy, kindergarten doesn't start for another 3 hours" tony said with a small smile on his face, catching you and taking you into his arms, laying back down holding you this time

"Heyyy" you said grumpy "why are we laying down i have to go to schoooolll" you whined

"Because you're gonna take a nap Y/N/N, it is far to early for you to be up" you only sighed and laid down, tony stroking his fingers through your hair.

"Jarvis, remind me to get Y/N up at 8:30"

"Will do sir"

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tony woke up before you, around 8 am, so he got up, made coffee and sat at the couch chowing down on a piece of toast, when Jarvis spoke up.

"it is 8:25 A.M, and is hardly cloudy" tony walked over to his room, where you were still sleeping peacefully, when he decided to have some fun with you. Opening the door slowly tony sing-song "Oh Y/N/N"

You stirred in your sleep, before waking up fully turning over from your side, to your back, looking over you saw your father, with his fingers sped out like claws, and crouched over, he slowly stalked over to the bed, when he got close enough, he quickly scooped you into his arms, you screamed a high pitched scream, before giggling having not expected to be woken up to that.

"Guess what time it isss" tony whispered into your ear

"ITS MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL" you squealed jumping out of tonys arms and bolting of to your room to put on the outfit you and tony picked out the night before, you quickly put on the little white shirt, and small jeans, putting your pink sweater over it all.

Tony made you a small bowl of your favorite cereal, and you were both out the door, when you arrived at the kindergarten you were starting to become more and more nervous, tony noticed this and got down on one knee to be more on your level,

"Whats wrong sweetheart?" Tony asked with concern

"I'm nervous, what if none of the kids like me" you said with a frown, eyes downcast, tony hated seeing you like this,

"Baby, dont worry about that, the kids will love you, and so will the teachers, you're gonna do great sweetpea" when tony said this, you regained your confidence back, smiling you said to your father

"Ok daddy" and the two of you were back to walking down the hall to your class, before you stepped in the small classroom tony again bent down and gave you the biggest hug, and kissed your cheek "bye baby, be good" with that you were off into the classroom,

on the way home, tony may or may not have gotten emotional, he hated seeing you grow up so fast, he wanted his baby girl to slow down a bit, he missed the days where he would feed you in the crook of his arm, or rock you to sleep as you rested on his chest.

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When tony came to pick you up, you ran to him and gave him the biggest hug your tiny body could produce, on the way home tony smiled listening to you going on and on about your great day, not leaving anything out,

"And this girl named camilla let me borrow this blue crayon she was using, and then when it was dress-up time we were both princesses, and then she asked me to be her friend." This continued for about an hour, tony holding on to every word you said.

A/N: I hope whoever requested this likes it, <3

[brights-place]

could you maybe do dating capper from my little pony?? you dont have to! im not even sure you do much other than trolls, ahah

Capper Dating Headcannons

Pairings: Capper X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: LOVELY! HAVE YOU SEEN MY MASTERLIST AND ALL THE FANDOMS IM IN?! LOVELY PLEASE GO TO MY MAP I DO MORE THE TROLLS SO DW HONEY! plus my Map is pinned on the top of my account when you see my blog ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

- Okay but what capper did at first in the movie like planning to sell twilight and her friends I was like “Uhm BITCH?!” - Anyways heres the dating headcannons for Capper that little cat bastard who I contemplate whether I like or hate him tbh I stand my ground when he tried to sell the ponies to the circus I wanted to punt that little pussy cat SORRY SORRY! - Capper is portrayed as smooth talking, streetwise, and opportunistic, able to charm and trick others with his charismatic personality and quick wit which was something you fell for - He loves you with his WHOLE heart - Capper IS a loving and caring boyfriend though sometimes he can be an ass from time to time including his crippling debt he tries not to get you pulled into it - Loves how you treat him gently and lovingly he would stare up at you when you cup his face as he purs which he didn't know would be possible around you - He likes helping you out when he can to show you that he doesn't feel ashamed to assist you because he loves you. For him it means a lot that you are asking him to do these small tasks, he feels special. he will purr if you kiss his cheek as a reward. - Capper is not used to receiving genuine compliments, as he didn't often receive them alot due to his... career - But when you compliment him it always catches him off guard a but he eventually learned to appreciate it and it even made him feel a little sentimental and melt into your hands easily

- " I don't want to be a thief forever. I just want to find a place where we can just... be." Capper says cupping your face in his paws as you chuckle softly "No matter what happens I love you everywhere we are is better with you" you two hold each other closely - Though he is an thief and tries to pay of his debt he doesn't want you to ever EVER! be involved in his work - Cappers an con-artist, was once a swanky aristocrat living the high-life with pride and dignity which is sometimes hard to deal with in some moments yet you still love him and ask him to just tone it down abit since you didn't want people to think bad about Capper anymore

- When it comes to cuddling doesn't mind being the big or little spoon! though he very much prefers being the big spoon due to loving the fact feeling you close to his fluffy chest. - He likes it when you run your fingers through his fur or use his fluffy chest as a pillow - Capper will whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you how much you mean to him! - He'll place kisses along your face and cover you up a bit when you finally fall asleep don't worry he's not going anywhere because he'll fall asleep next to you and would grip onto you tighter when you leave his arms - He whines and tries to charm you to stay longer with him before you go out - Since he’s like an cat I feel like dating him would also be like having an pet cat to take care off

- Head scratches are 100% didn’t even know he liked it until you did it to him with an huge smile he was absolutely befuddled before relaxing and a low purr left him

- But at the end of the day you know that your fluffy boyfriend can be a sweetheart.

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[tomholland1996simp]

I love your tom Holland x daughter imagine, could you please do another where y/n throws a tantrum and like starts hitting everyone and then hurting herself? And Tom calms her down? X

Tantrums || Tom holland x daughter

I’m backkk, sorry I took a bit of a break due to my mental health. I just needed to have a break from writing and try to sort myself out. But i’m back again writing, enjoy :) <3 P.s this is such bad writing and it’s short.

Also there’s something wrong with my master list can anyone help?

Summary: Toms daughter, Y/n, throws a very bad tantrum and started to throw things and hurt everyone. Then when Tom walks in he sees her trying to hurt her self so he takes her away to calm her down and speak to his daughter.

Y/n could come very angry easily, the most littlest things could stress her out and she could become angry. Of course she was still only young, at the age of 5. She was still learning right from wrong. Most of the times Toms mother, Nikki was with Y/n when he was away, so she took care of the little holland even during her bad times. Tom had been there too, he’s seen her fits and has always calmed her down.

However, recently y/n has been becoming a bit too violent when she becomes angry or distraught. Toms brothers were always the ones to become the target of the little girls attacks. Why? No one could tell, maybe because they reminded her of her dad. She really missed him a lot.

The holland brothers (minus Tom), were sitting in the living room one day. Them all messing around playing with y/n who seemed to be enjoying their company. When suddenly Harry’s phone started to ring, him picking it up as everyone became quiet as his answered his phone.

“Oh, hey Tom. You alright, mate?” Harry spoke, the girls head perking up at the sound of her dads name. “Daddy?” She said, only to be shushed by Paddy as Harry was talking to Tom. Y/n sent him a glare, not knowing why her dad was calling her uncle.

“Alright, yeah. Nah she’s just playing with her toys. Yes, she’s had lunch.” Harry chuckled at his brothers worried questions.

The truth was is that Tom was nearly home. He was in fact in Harrison’s car, his best friend who had picked him up from the airport. Tom normally wanted to talk to his daughter, but he wanted to surprise her in person to hear her voice and see her beautiful cute face.

“Daddy!” Was shouted from the phone as y/n sat next to Harry, doing grabby hands so she could speak to Tom. “Pleaseee” she asked nicely, trying not to lose her cool.

Harry shook his head saying his goodbyes to his oldest brother, trying not to give the surprise away. “See you in a few weeks, Tom, bye” He ended the call, placing his phone on the side.

Y/n looked at her uncle angry, she had asked him nicely to speak to her dad. She got off the couch going to Harry’s phone and taking it. “Hey, y/n, give me the phone please” He asked putting his hand out.

“No! I wanted to speak to daddy” She whined, stomping her feet loudly.

“Sweetheart, he’s busy he’s at work” That nick name was the name her dad would call her too, so it sent something to the 5 year olds brain.

“I DONT CARE! Call him” Y/n threw the phone at Harry, demanding to speak to her dad.

“Y/n we don’t throw things” Sam raised his voice, they were all used to this. Y/n always got mad and threw things, she didn’t mean to of course, but she never really learnt from her mistakes.

The girls eyes welled with tears, it had been two whole days since she’s heard his voice. The voice that she loved the most. The voice that would read her a book till she fell asleep. That voice was Toms. “Let me speak to him!” She screamed.

Paddy sighed, walking out of the room knowing a tantrum was due to break out. Normally the boys try to deal with it, but instead he went to get his mum. When Nikki walked in minutes later, she saw y/n about to throw one of her dolls at Sam.

“Y/n, honey. We don’t throw things-“ Just as she said that the girl threw the doll at Sam, it missing and hitting the wall behind him. Sam did say something to set her off.

Sam grabbed the little girls hands as she punched him, trying to calm her down as she screamed and cried. “Hey, hey. Come on you know your not allowed to hit people” He tried to soothe her down but that didn’t work.

Nikki walked over, placing a hand on the small back of y/n’s. Touch was the thing she didn’t need from them right now. Y/n turned around and slapped Nikki’s hand off her, it becoming a surprise to them all. Y/n loved her Nan the most, she would never hit her or get mad. Normally she would love her touch and run into her arms.

“Y/n you need to calm down” Nikki said softly, the girl walking away from them a little as she kicked another toy that laid on the floor. That’s when y/n brought her right hand to her face, slapping it harshly. Nikki gasped, not liking the way she slapped her face.

No one heard the front door open, or the call that Tom shouted to tell everyone he was here. What he expected was his little girl to come running along happily, not to hear loud cried from the living room. He placed his bags down, Harrison trailing behind him.

Then he saw his daughter, she was slapping herself and he flinches at every time she done it. Nikki was crouched down trying to stop the sobbing girl, but it was no use.

“Hey, hey” Tom ran into the room, his brothers and mother relived that he was finally hear. Nikki backed away, letting her oldest son step in to soothe his daughter.

“Go away!” Y/n shouted, delivering another slap to her face, again. Toms eyes softened, him grabbing her hands slowly, rubbing them soothingly.

“It’s daddy, i’m right here, sweetheart” Her eyes open instantly, there he appeared. The face she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever for her. It had been nearly two whole months without feeling his comfort.

“Daddy?” She cried as she fell into his body, hugging him tightly.

“Yes, it’s me” Tom tried not to cry, he didn’t like it when she became like this all sad and angry. Tom picked her small body up, her face still crying in his neck. He looked over to his family, smiling gratefully at them, the boys nodding for him to take her somewhere more quiet.

Walking up the stairs, he played with y/n’s hair hearing her cries go to tiny sniffles. He went into his room, closing the door behind him. Sitting on the bed he went to move the girl but she only held onto him tighter. “No!” She whined.

“I’m here, i’m not gonna leave” He laid onto his made bed, laying her on his chest so she can hear his heart beat. After ten minutes y/n had calmed down, she looked up at Tom who was jet lagged.

“I’m sorry, daddy” She sat up a little onto his chest, “I didn’t mean to hurt uncle harry or sammy” Y/n honestly told him.

“I know, baby. But you can’t hit people, not your family who love you so much. And you most definitely shouldn’t hurt yourself” He wiped away the last tears that fell, cradling her face that she leaned into.

“I just missed you, and Harry wouldn’t let me twlk to you” She sighed, Toms heart breaking.

“It’s okay. It’s done and over with, we just move on from it. That was my fault, I told your uncles that I wanted to surprise you. I love you so much okay, so so much” He brought her back into a hug, kissing her head.

“I love you too, daddy”

“Wanna go apologise to the others? I’ve also got you a present” That made her eyes widen, excited to see what he had got her, but also to say sorry to her family.

“YES! Yess!”

This is shit.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

What did he do

Helloooo. I don’t know why I do this mini introduction things. Does anyone actually read them or do you just skip straight to the story below the cut? I don’t even know. Anyways, have some random conversations I think would happen in the mate group chat because it makes me happy. 

Also I’ll never say if these conversation are based off real conversations I’ve had/seen/heard before or not. Feel free to speculate.

CW: Crack, fluff, Angel has hoes, Sweetheart likes causing drama, Baabe likes gossiping, Sam is in over his head, GN listeners (any reference towards a gender is purely for the memes)

Redacted Masterlist

<- Previous _____ Next ->

Sam has joined the chat

Angel: YEEHAW MAN!

Baabe: Chainsaw man but from Publix edition

Sam: I feel like I’ve made a mistake.

Sweetheart: oh you absolutely have but now im not the only empowered one here

Angel: and that is what we call ✨ratios✨

Angel: How fast can werewolves run?

Baabe: this feels like a beginning to a joke

Angel: no im genuinely asking for my wellbeing

Sweetheart: really fast

Sam: Not as fast as vamps, but still pretty damn fast. Dare I ask why you need to know?

Angel: he used a comma that scares me.  Angel: psychopath behavior Angel: i put my dirty sock on the table

Sam: I think you misspelled ‘grammatically correct’ as ‘psychopath’

Baabe: ill pray for u angel

Angel: my funeral attire is ‘dress slutty u sluts’

Sweetheart: ha. you really think you’ll have a funeral? thats funny

Angel: ┏( ͡ಥ ﹏ ͡ಥ)┛

Sam: Has anyone heard from my mate lately?

Sweetheart: we’ll break you of your capitalization habit yet.

Angel: no y?

Baabe: are they missing i can tell ash

Angel: break up with him and date me instead

Sam: They said they were going to the pack meeting a few hours ago and haven’t come back. I’m just paranoid since the whole Quinn incident has resurfaced again.

Angel: the pack meeting isnt over yet. davey talks alot dw

Sam: Okay. Thank you, Angel.

Angel: mom he used a comma again come pick me up im scared

Baabe: dw im on my way

Sweetheart: how long do you think it will take Milo to notice I stole his shoes?

Angel: my life is over pray for me yall

Sam: Another dirty sock?

Baabe: tell. me. everything.

Angel: davey left me at costco Angel: ill never get home again Angel: he doesnt love me anymore

Sam: I can call David if you’d like. Sam: Wait, you have your phone. Why not just call him?

Angel: i have low battery so i need to text you guys and post about it on snap and insta

Sweetheart: can you stop whining already Angel? i’m outside to pick you up.

Angel: if i had a ring pop i would marry u

Angel: sam

Baabe: sniff snoff i smell tea

Angel: sam

Sam: Yes?

Angel: bippity boppity your land is now my property

Sam: I don’t know why you felt the need to text me that when I’m sitting right next to you.

Angel: because ur in monopoly jail and i dont go there for no hoe

Baabe: brutal

Sweetheart: wtf

[maybeintimeyoullwanttobemine]

She's My Collar..

Noodle x Fem reader

WARNINGS!!!: SMUTSMUTSMUT, Use of strap on, cunnilingus, fingering, use of collar and leash. (This is probably one of the most disquisting things I've ever written but it's been living in my mind rent free)

MINORS, DONT READ OR ILL BE UNDER YOUR BED

It was Valentines Day. You and Noodle spent the day together. Shopping, going to fancy restaurants, watching movies, etc. "Im gonna go make some tea for us" she said, kissing your forehead. You nodded and layed against the pillows on her bed, watching the movie that was on.

The rest of the band members were out of the house. Russel suggested to the boys that they should leave the house to give you two alone time. They're shopping at the mall right now

Noodle walked back in, no tea in her hands. "You still making it?" You asked. She walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. "I actually used it as an excuse to pull myself together for what I'm about to ask you". You tilted your head. "Why? What's wrong, love?" You asked

She turned towards you. "I wanna try something in bed with you, but I need to know if it's okay" she answered, her green eyes dark. "What is it?" You spoke. She pulled out a medium sized box from underneath the bed. "Could we perhaps try a leash and collar? It sounds a bit crazy, I know. But I have something in mind that I think you might like." You knew you could trust Noodle with whatever she was to do. "Sure, we can try that!" You said, hugging her from the back and kissing her cheek.

"Let me get one other thing. Close your eyes" she spoke softly, walking to her drawer. You kept your eyes closed. You heard her footsteps and something buckle. "Can I open my eyes now?" You asked. "No! Keep them closed"

"You can open them now" she told you. You're eyes widened and your heart momentarily stopped. She was wearing her strap. You gulped and felt heat quickly gathering in your crotch. She crawled up to you and kissed you, placing her hand on your cheek. "I love you so much" she rasped. She eventually kissed down to your neck, finding your sweet spot. You combed your fingers through her hair, moaning. "Take your shirt off, dove". You did so, no hesitation. She unhooked your bra and tossed it to the side.

She grabbed one boob while kissing along your collarbone. A Shockwave of pleasure went down your spine. You sighed against her touch, feeling yourself get more wet

She stopped and moved over to get the box and pulled out the collar. "Put this on, please. We'll need it in a bit". You put it around your neck and snapped it together. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore. Can I put my mouth on you, sweetheart?". She asked with puppydog eyes. "Yes, Noodle" you replied softly

She moved down and unbuttoned your pants and taking them off, then taking your underwear away too until you were fully exposed to her. "You're so gorgeous" she praised, kissing the inside of your thigh. You squirmed a bit and moaned. After a while, you got impatient and put your hand in her hair, trying to guide her to your heat. "Needy tonight, aren't we?" She cooed. "Don't worry. I'll give you what you want"

She stroked her tongue on your clit, making you gasp. Noodle swirled her tongue around it, making you whine. She mumbled praises into your cunt. You moaned out loudly. "N-Noodle!" You cried. She stuck some fingers in, pumping them in and out while sucking your clit. You were already close and it hasnt even been 7 minutes.

Noodle got up and moved away from between your legs. You frowned at her. "Honey, it's okay. I just wanted to get you wet so i wouldn't hurt you." She crawled up and latched the leash to your collar. She layed down on her back, motioning to the fake cock attached to her. "Ride me, baby". Your heart raced

You hovered over her, eventually dropping down. She watched you with dark eyes, biting her lip. You whimpered as the fake dick filled you up. "There you go. Doing so well for me"

She let you adjust to the strap. "Whenever you're ready, gorgeous". You slowly bounced up and down, throwing your head back. She gently pulled on the leash, tugging you down. You cried out her name. "Yes, doll. I'm here" she replied

She started to move her hips along with you, pulling on the leash whenever you moved back down. Your nails dug into the skin of her shoulders, but she didn't mind. Your slick was coating the silicon and fuck were you close.

"Noodle, I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan. "Cum for me, darling" She put her free hand on your hips, helping you find a faster pace. She loved the view she had of you, watching your breasts bounce and seeing you cry out her name.

You came around the fake cock, uncontrollably moaning and whining, your legs trembling. She kept moving her hips, helping you through your orgasm.

She reached her hands to your face and pulled you into a soft kiss. "You did so well" she praised, smiling. You removed yourself from the strap slowly and flopped down on her, head on her chest.

"I love you so much" you told her. "I love you too" she responded. "Now how about that tea?"

(THIS WAS THE DIRTIEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE OMG. SORRY IF IT SUCKS)

(THIS IS AWFUL)

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~France Pays A Visit to the Statehouse and Loui Ain't Happy~

TW: referenced child abuse and war

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Louisiana and Florida were sitting together on Florida's bed one morning when both of their phones buzzed, meaning they had both received messages. They both took out their phones and sighed/rolled their eyes when they saw it was Gov that had messaged them. The message read:

~

Gov: Meeting at 4pm today. Everybody is required to be present (that probably isn't gonna happen but oh well). Also France is going to be there so please be on your best behavior (Florida and Louisiana, please you two 🙏).

~

Florida had to make sure he read that correctly before smirking chaotically at his partner in crime. Only, Loui wasn't looking at him, nor did he have that chaotic glint in his eyes and grin on his face that Florida loved oh so much. Instead, his deep purple/green eyes just continued to flick across the screen, seemingly rereading the message over and over and over. And he had not a chaotic look in his eyes, but a mixture of fear, anger, and sadness. 'But why would Loui be scare- Oh. Oh sh*t....' It took Florida a second to realize what was wrong. And he was no longer happy about France coming. He looked at Loui again and noticed his breathing pattern has changed unexpectedly and he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Loui Loui- H-hey can you hear me bud?" Florida asked gently, not wanting to scare the smaller. He nearly sighed in relief when he heard Loui let out a small shaky:

"Y-y-yea...."

"Can I hug you?" asked the Sunshine State.

"Y-y-yes p-please...." muttered the lankier state before allowing himself to be pulled into the taller's lap and hugged close.

Florida could feel how much the smaller state was shaking. Not much really scared Loui (that's kinda a lie-), but France most definitely did. He had heard of all the terrible things France had done to Loui, and he was PISSED about it. Loui was such a kind and caring soul, and such a sweetheart. He deserved none of that. And despite all the things France has done to him, he knew that Loui still somehow loved him. It was one of the things that he both loved and hated about Loui. He felt a few tears drop onto his shoulder, with brought him out of his thoughts.

He started rubbing gentle circles into the smaller's back, smiling fondly when he heard him sigh contently and practically melt. Loui's back had always been one of those spots that calmed him down instantly when rubbed or scratched (that sounds weird as hell but oh well), so Florida 100% used that to his advantage when comforting him.

"Hey Loui...?" He asked. Florida waited till he heard Loui's noise of aknoledgement. "You alright mi amor?"

The only response he got was a small whine and Loui burying his face in his neck.

"Dont worry, im not gonna let him touch you." Florida said.

"Really sha?" Loui mumbled.

"Really."

"Thanks...."

"Never fear, Cher~ Your knight in shining armour will keep you safe!!~" Florida exclaimed in a half-assed French accent which got a small sweet giggle out of Loui. 'God I love this man...' Florida thought before pinning Loui down and peppering his face, neck, ears, and torso in kisses, Loui laughing even more in response. Laughter. That's good.....

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(At the meeting)

Most of the states had showed up to the meeting besides a few Western states, and France was sat next to Gov.

Loui was practically shaking right now. He had hoped that France would've called off, but alas we don't all get what we want. He could feel a few worried expressions being shot his way from the states he was close to. Yes that included Mass, York, and Texas. Even them. He was quickly snapped out of his mind when he felt someone gently but reassuringly squeeze his knee. He looked at hand on his knee and recognized it as Texas's hand. He looked up at Texas, who returned the look with a small comforting smile. Loui smiled back slightly before turning away. For a split second, he made eye contact with his father, and his shaking started again a little bit when the country flashed a, not friendly, but evil smile.

At the end of the meeting, Gov was quite satisfied with how smoothly the meeting had gone for once and told everyone they could go. He was a bit weirded out when Louisiana BOOKED it out of there, but said nothing. He stopped Utah before he could walk out.

"Oh um- Utah? Would you please lead Mr. France here out of the Statehouse so that he doesn't get lost? I would do it, but I have a few phonecalls I have to make." said the Fed.

"Of course!! Come right this way sir!!" Utah said, leading France out of the meeting room.

As they were walking the seemingly endless hallways, France spoke up a bit.

"U-tah, is it?" He asked.

"Yes sir." Utah responded with a friendly smile.

"Great. Do you know where La Louisiane's room is? I thought I should drop by and say hello to him." Asked the country.

It took Utah a minute to figure out what the taller meant. "Oh, you mean Louisiana?"

"Oui, whatever he calls himself these days."

"Of course, we'll be passing his room in a little bit, so sure we can drop by!!" Utah said, not suspecting anything.

France chuckled slightly. "Merci, monsieur Utah."

"No problem sir!!"

About 5 minutes later, they arrived to Louisiana's room and Utah knocked on the door.

"Louisiana? It's me Utah."

A few seconds later, Loui opened the door with his usual friendly smile. "Oh Utah!! What a surprise, hehe. Do ya need somethi-" he started to say before looking up and noticing France. Suddenly one of his eyes turned orange (cautious) and started glowing slightly. He pulled Utah behind him as if to protect the taller and glared France.

"What the f(speaks NOLA) do you want??" he asked his father, with nothing but pure malice and anger behind his voice. This honestly confused Utah a bit, seeing as Loui was usually friendly towards everyone.

"Louisiane! That is no way to speak to your father!!!" France said, putting a hand over his heart dramatically.

'Im sorry, FATHER?!' Utah thought to himself, his eyes widening slightly.

"Father? Really? He. Hehe. Thats real cute, France. You are no father to me! How the hell do you expect me to call you 'fAtHeR' after all you've done to me and my people?!?!" Louisiana shouted, once again stunning the taller state behind him.

"You watch your language!! That is NOT how I raised you, young man!!" France said angrily, half expecting Louisiana to cower in a corner and ask for mercy. But nope.

Utah looked behind France and noticed Texas walking out of his room (that was right across from Loui's) to see what all the commotion was about. He used his eyes to gesture between Louisiana and France, and Texas seemed to understand what was going on but just leaned on his doorframe.

"I'm sorry....RAISED ME?! ALL THOSE YEARS, OF YOU BEATING ME, R*PING ME, AND MENTALLY ABUSING ME WAS CONSIDERED RAISING ME?!" The younger raised his voice, equally stunning the other three.

"Yes, it was. It was all you were good for anyways, you useless piece of sh*t." France said with a cruel smile and chuckle. And oh boy Loui mad now (both eyes are glowing red).

"What the F*CK?!" He shouted. "Connard- that's what you call 'raising' me?! I had raise myself damnit!! I think I did alright, no thanks to you!! You are no father to me, and you never truly were. A true father would've been there for me and not treat me like tha-" Louisiana shouted before getting cut off when France grabbed him and threw him at the wall. He ended up hitting his head/the back of his neck and basically passing tf out.

And now it was time for Texas to butt in. He got off of the wall and kicked France HARD in the stomach, making him double over with a groan. He then grabbed the taller by the back of the shirt and pulled him back and punched him in the throat. "Don't you dare lay another finger on him, your life is currently in MY hands right now, I'm just gonna tell you that." Texas said with a wild grin on his face as whipped out his gun and put it to the country's head.

Utah was kneeled down next to Loui and was trying to check on him with whatever little medical knowledge he had.

"Woah did we miss something?~" they heard Florida say from behind them. They turned around and saw him standing there with Mississippi.

"Uh yea ya did- Ya both just missed a big ol' father/son argument and France throwing Lou into a wall."

"I'm sorry, he did WHAT?!" Florida and Sippi both shouted in unison, both gaining a dangerous look in their eyes.

"Yup. He ain't gonna do anythin' now that i have a gun to his head unless this connard wants lead in his brain. Cuz the first time I shot someone may have been an accident but this time sure as hell won't be~" Texas continued, keeping that wild look in his eyes and smile.

"He better not~" Florida said, walking over to Sippi and Utah who were checking on their fellow unconscious state as Texas dragged France towards the Main floor so he could leave, still keeping the gun on his head.

Loui started to stir a bit and slowly opened his eyes to see Florida, Sippi, and Utah surrounding him, all with concerned looks on their faces.

"Ya alright Lou?" Sippi asked, running a hand through the lankier state's hair, grinning when Loui melted a bit.

"Yea I think so.... What the hell happened??" Asked the Pelican State.

Florida smiled in relief and picked Loui up before taking him and the other two to the Pelican State's room. "Doesn't matter, Amor. All that matters is that you're alright, and that perra de un hombre is gone." He said, doing his best to ignore the already forming bruise on the back of Loui's neck. He pecked Loui on the lips before saying: "Also, please don't scare me like that again, I thought you were dead for second there."

"Sorry sha, it takes a lot more than a hit to the head to kill me~" Loui said, smirking proudly.

"Are you sure about that, pretty boy?~" Florida said, laughing when Loui blushed brightly.

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( @simpyfrog )

[smolweeblets]

One I want to thank you for doing my request! I honestly loved it and you’re an absolute sweetheart.

Anyway I can’t be the only one who thinks Jett gets insecure. I mean have you heard her voice lines about enemy Jett? I was thinking of soft moments with Jett after missions? She’s reckless and always pushing to prove herself and her abilities, meaning she gets hurt. Just a bunch of cuddles and soft praising? If you’re not comfortable with Jett something similar with Reyna is more that welcome!

Please ignore if it doesn’t make sense or you don’t want to do it!

Proving ones worth

Jett x reader

This was getting out of hand. Jett’s “endeavors” were happening nearly every mission now, and it was getting more and more risky every time. You've had to drag her back to Sage for most of them as well, and it wasnt hard to imagine how worried you felt each time you find your girlfriend seriously wounded from a completely unecessary play.

:readmore:

This was the final straw. You couldnt see her hurt like this anymore. This time she got herself shot on the abdomen, nothing fatal thankfully, but it still made you sick to your stomach when you had to witness the moment she was shot. Even worse was that she already had other, less lethal gunshot wounds. But with everything accounted for she didnt even have enough energy to get up anymore.

You ran to her side to assist her. First taking care of the Chamber that shot Jett and quickly rushing to get her some basic medical aid.

“Thanks babe, Idont know what I’d do without you.” She tried to joke even through her pain. She inhaled sharply when you put some antiseptic on the wound on her abdomen and then wrapping some gauze around it. It wont help with the blood loss but right now, you had to do something.

“Im afraid I wouldnt handle saying that out loud.” You tried to play along, but the circumstances of the situation led your voice to become flat. You refrained from removing the bullets for now, since doing that would just increase the bloodloss. You poured more antiseptic on the other wounds while she tried her best to keep quiet.

“Awh, lighten up, Sage could bring me back anyway.” She tried to grin, but the stinging of more antiseptic on her wounds made her wince.

You frowned, you were not fond of the fact that she held her life with value such as that.

“Dont say that, you should care for yourself, not rely on someone else to perform a literal miracle.” Your voice was drenched in sadness, and yet you could have sworn you saw Jett roll her eyes. You were doing your best to keep everything together.

Fortunately, Vipers voice through the comm lines helped to shift your focus on something else. They were diffusing spike, thankfully, and she was checking on your locations and status. You answer for Jett and yourself, mentioning Jetts injuries but being otherwise fine.

“Affirmative. We should be leaving soon, get to the designated landing spot asap.”

You confirmed and went to pick up Jett to carry her back to the vulture. You held her bridal style, and it took her by surprise when you just scooped her up like she weighed nothing.

“Hey! Put me down! I can walk by myself!” She whined.

You sighed. “No can do, youre in a bad enough state as it is, I cant risk making it worse.”

“I dont need you to baby me! I can handle myself just fine.” She had a tone akin to a lying child. Mildly amusing, but obviously not the truth.

“Considering how I had to save you from that Chamber, and that if I wasnt there to stop you from bleeding out youd probably be dead by now, I dont think I can take your word for that.” You didnt mean to insult her decisions in battle. But she has starting to wear you down. You worry what couldve happened if you were not on this mission. Or even just not being there at that time.

She frowned at your words. She wouldve argued, but she was feeling too lethargic to do so. She angrily huffed as she clung to your shoulder so you couldnt see her face.

~~~~~

After Sage took care of Jett, she got a prompt scolding from Viper and a firm word from Brimstone. You went to check on her in the evening, much later than you would have preferred.

You found her in her room while she was idly scrolling on her phone and most likely procrastinating on writing her mission report.

She spared you a quick glance before going back to scrolling. Seems her pride was still wounded from earliers events.

“Hey–” You had to confront her about her behavior. She wouldnt be keen on it but you were not going to allow her to continue to do this.

“Hey.” She quickly cut you off before you could say anything else.

You sighed as you sat beside her.

“You know you cant keep doing that.” You softly start.

“I have no clue what youre talking about.” She turned her body farther from you and continued to pre occupy herself with some trivial game.

“Jett. You almost died out there.”

“And? We finished the mission, didnt we?”

“Yes, but–”

“Thats all that matters then.”

“It was only despite you disobeying and being a hairs width away from dying.” You irritatedly sighed. “We would've been just as or even more successful if you stuck to the plan.” You growled through clenched teeth.

“If i just went with the plan i wouldn't even be considered to go on missions next time! Dont you see?! I need to do this, my abilities arent special otherwise!” She snapped back. Finally properly looking at you for the first time tonight.

Your eyes widened at the sudden raise in her tone. But you continued to scold.

“Your abilities really would be useless if you were dead! Have you thought about the consequences if you carelessly rush in?! You are worth nothing if your dead, if you really want to partake in more missions just take care of yourself.” Your voice mirrored hers. You were not about to be talked to that way when you only wanted to help.

Hurt and shock made their way to Jetts expression as she listened to what you had to say. It then quickly morphed into anger.

“I am a duelist! Thats literally my–”

“Thats not the point! If youre so commited to dying at least have it mean something instead of just being a liability for the team!” By the time you finished, you immediately regretted every word.

Jett was crying.

Hot tears were slowly streaming down her face as she desperately tried to stop them. Her mind was replaying the moment you called her a liability. The words echoed in her head. Not allowing her to think, not allowing her to move.

She was paralyzed. She couldnt form a coherent thought to respond to you. She could only stare at you dumbfounded. She thought youd understand. That you were the only one who knew how she was and how she needed to do this. But you were just like the others. You though she didnt deserve to be here.

Her mind flitered the things you said. Even as your frantically tried to comfort her. You tried to hold her hand and tell her you didnt mean it. That she wasnt a liability and that she was important in this whole operation. It was no use. Her hand was limp in yours as she continued to stay unresponsive.

When she finally came to, you were hugging her. Mumbling some words she could barely register. You were crying. And from what she she could gather, apologizing.

“–im sorry, I didnt mean any of it. You arent a liability I just–”

You were cut off by her ripping herself away from your embrace.

“I didnt know you thought about me like that.” The way she said it was so dull and flat, it was almost lifeless.

“What? No! I didnt mean any of that!” You were pleading at this point. Scrambling to fix your mistake.

She inhaled deeply before borderline shouting. “Then why?!”

“Because I was worried and emotional!” You tried to take a deep breath of your own as you continued. It came in more shaky than you would have liked. It felt like none of the air went into your lungs, but you persevered.

“Youre always having no regards for yourself, but it pains me to see you always risking your life like that!” Your voice was scratchy and cracked, but you went on.

“You are a perfectly capable agent who doesnt need to prove anything to anyone here, youve already earned your position and even without endangering yourself you show yourself worthy of it everyday!”

“Its just painful to see the love of my life sacrififice herself all the time for something shes more that qualified for and not being able to do anything, the amount of times ive cried because you were a hairs width away from being gone forever! I know Sage is there but i just dont want you to have to experience that.” Your voice finally gave in after the last word and your throat closed up.

Jett was spechless yet again. Her mind was finally slowly registering your words and she was, for the first time, thinking about her actions.

She looked at you apologetically.

“I… I didnt see it like that…”

You sighed in relief. Your expression relaxed as you got closer to Jett and held her hand in yours.

“About time, you really dont need to look down on yourself that much. I, along with everyone else in the protocol thinks you are already plenty helpful as it is, please dont think anything otherwise.”

“Yeah… ill try, its just really hard, you know?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft.

“I understand, but I can see youre already making an effort, and thats all I ask.”

“Yeah,” She let out a humorless smile.

“Im sorry.” She let out softly. You almost couldnt even hear it.

“Its okay, right now you need to just take it easy, come on, lets take a nap together.” You ushered her to the bed, and led her to sit down.

“But the mission report–”

“Its okay, ill handle brimstone.” You sat beside her and gave a comforting smile.

She chuckles softly. “I would appreciate that.”

You both sleep soundly, listening to the others rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. For once Jett finally had something stand up to the irritating voice in her head. Something to finally stop her doubts and worries. She slept relaxed for the first time in a while. It was nice.

a/n: SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MOTH LATE BUT I LOVED THE PROMPT

Also i think this kinda turned out a little more angsty than you were intending but i hope its still okay

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who better than me”. The screen splits in two, similar to the end of Do You Wanna Build A Snowman from Frozen as Uma rushes to the door and pounds on it, crying her eyes out, begging Gil not to leave her as he runs away in a hurry)

Uma: GIL! GIL!!!! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! I DONT WANT TO BE ALONE GIL!!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!!! I don’t want to be alone. I don’t like the dark.

(Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, the rest of The Royal Court are celebrating the completion of the rebuilding process. To that end. Mal and Jay have jumped up on the bar. This is when “if I didn’t have you” happens. After the song. Carlos shoos Mal and Jay off the bar, takes their place on it and addresses the others)

Carlos: yes, yes. We rebuilt everything. We’re so smart. We’re so happy. Yaaaay! But do we really want my mother hogging the karaoke machine? I think not.

Ben: low blow buddy.

Carlos: but true father. But. True. Now. Who wants ME to perform?

(Everyone cheers)

Carlos: good answer. Diego. With me.

(This is when “it’s all love” happens. After the song. Evie stands up and raises her glass to Carlos)

Evie: thank you for that C. Now who would like to hear me and Doug sing a real song?

Quinn: please.

Doug: how does no.20 sound?

Evie: I loooove no.20. Nobody join in. Just us two. Lonnie. Hit it.

(This is when “don’t go breaking my heart” happens. After the song)

Anthony: that was very nice guys. But how about we all have a go now?

Evie (whining): oh but why.

Mal: because he said so. You gotta respect your elders sis.

Anthony: hurtful.

Mal: ah but true.

Anthony:....yeah....Let’s see now. No.48? Carlos?

Carlos: that’ll do. Ma? Pa?

Ben: ooooh yes.

Mal: ‘bout time we did a group number.

Freddie: then let’s do it!

(Everyone looks at her quizzically)

Freddie: what? I haven’t said anything for a while.

Everyone: let’s do it!

(This is when “sing” happens. After the song. Hadie gently removes his hand from Anthony’s and approaches Mal)

Hadie: hey Mally can we talk?

Mal: hey bro. Wanna drink? We got beer, vermouth, whisky, vodka. Not gin because it Carlos nightmares. What’re you in the mood for?

Hadie: we need to talk about Harry.

(Mal’s hand, still holding her knife, zooms to a stop less than an inch above a martini olive. Thinking fast, Ben magic’s away the knife and every piece of sharp cutlery away from Mal)

Mal: thank you sweetheart. Could you um. Take everyone but uh the boys and Evie away somewhere else. Please?

Ben: as you wish. And Hadie.

Hadie: yeah?

Ben: you’ve fucked up. Again.

Hadie: yep.

(Ben teleports the others away, leaving Hadie alone with the core four)

Hadie: okay hear me out.

Mal: no.

Hadie: Mally please.

Mal: I said no Hadie. How many times do you want to say it? No. No. No. And no. Is that enough for you? Or maybe you want to hear it in a different language? No. Óchi. Non. Nō! Is that enough for you Hadie? Is it? Is that enough for you big brotha?

Jay: don’t do the accent. You sound like a chav.

Mal: right. Sorry.

Hadie: Mally please. He was our brother. The least we can do now that the trench has opened is go look for his remains.

Mal: no! It was your brother! Your fault! Your mistake! Not mine.

Hadie: what’s that supposed to mean?

Evie: believe me. You do not want to know.

Mal: we’re not looking for it. Because the current most likely scenario is that an angler fish has already found it, eaten it and she’s it out.

Hadie (nearing tears): don’t talk like that. Please don’t talk like that. Our brother deserves a fune-

(Mal let’s put a cold, high, piercing laugh that sends ice up everyone’s spine and she doesn’t stop until Hadie backs away)

Mal: you really think it deserves a funeral? Did Carlos to get chased down and slashed open with a hook when he was eleven years old? Did Ben deserve to be kidnapped and early just because of his connection to me? Don’t you dare tell me what it deserves. Because as far as I’m concerned. It already got what it deserved. And my only regret is that I didn’t kill it myself.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: the hell ahead doesn’t.

(He takes his shirt off)

Carlos: this right here on my back. Where it flayed me open like a haddock on a board. It’s been seven years and you still see the scars. Does that seem like the image of your brother that you had in your head? Does it Uncle Hadie?

Evie: I saved Carlos. I pulled Harry off of him. And broke Harry’s leg in two.

Jay: that’s why Mal let Evie into the gang.

Mal: after I kicked her into the barriers roof for tattling on us when we were eight.

Carlos: take a good look Uncle. This is what your precious innocent baby brother did to me.

Mal: just not the scar on his neck. That was all Cruella.

Hadie: why don’t you have a belly button?

Jay: our fault.

Mal: yeah. We were eight. We didn’t know what navels are because we don’t have them and we thought it was a wound. We vanished it.

Hadie: huh. Anyway, anyway. I’m begging you. Please. Allow a search for our brother’s remains so he can be properly buried.

Mal: no.

Hadie: why not?

Mal: because I didn’t like it. Ben didn’t like it. Jay, Carlos and Evie didn’t like it. Nobody liked it apart from you and dad.

Hadie: Uma liked him.

Mal: oh. I don’t see you beseeching her to throw it a funeral. Now I wonder why that is(?) Oh yes. Because YOU hate her. So you come crawling to me in the hopes that I’ll forget that I hate him once look into your sad, sad yellow eyes(.) You bet on the wrong dragon Haydes. Now get out of here before I horrifically lose my temper and conveniently forget that you’re my brother.

Jay (getting an idea): hey Mal. What if we....

(He leans over and whispers in Mal’s ear. As he does so Mal face splits into a very wide and very cruel Cheshire Cat grin)

Mal: ooooh. I like that. Yo Hadie. (She sends a stream of magic into Ben’s walk-in wardrobe)

Mal: though there you’ll find a little mock up theoretical funeral for Harry planned by us. But be warned. Once you’re there you can’t leave until the sequence is over.

(Hadie speeds through the door)

Mal (aside to the others): he is soooo gonna regret that. Let’s go.

(They all walk into Ben’s wardrobe. On the other side is a lavish outdoor funeral. Very traditional. Bright and sunny. Everyone is wearing black. A giant portrait of a bruised and battered Harry is hanging on a black velvet curtain behind a podium. Carlos steps up to the podium. This is when “homecoming” happens. After the song. Persey gets back to their family’s residence)

Persey: hey guys. Can’t stay long. Somethings up with u-Kay. What’s dad doing?

Persephone: Sherlocking it my dear. Your father is Sherlocking it.

Persey: not a word.

Persephone: right. Sorry. Your father is going through her brain in hopes of finding a memory of Harry being happy to see her.

Persey: why?

Persephone: she thinks she saw Harry earlier.

Persey: what?

Hades: I don’t think I saw him. I know I saw him floating across the courtyard. Not eight hours ago.

Persey: eight hours. Dad listen to me very carefully and think extremely hard. Where was “Harry” supposedly going?

Hades: to the enchanted lake.

Persey: right. Okay. Oh boy this is bad. This is very, very bad. Mom. Stop dad from trying to find Harry. By any means necessary. I gotta go.

Persephone: where are you going?

Persey (already running out the door): to circumvent disaster!

(On their way back the kings office Persey bumps into Gil who’s heading in opposite direction. The two of them spin around, holding onto each other’s arms until they settle down)

Persey and Gil: where’s Mal? How should I know? I just got back! I’m asking you! Stop copying me! Argh!

Persey: oh this isn’t gonna work!

(They spot Ben coming out of the castles bar)

Persey: BEN! Benbenbenben! Come with us!

Ben: whoah! What’s happening? Where are we going?

Persey and Gil: we’ll explain on the way!

(Back in the kings residence. Mal is at the bar, once again, pointedly ignoring her older brothers pained pleas)

Hadie: please Mally. Please. I know you can get Ben on side. I can do the rest.

Mal: Carlos. You and Doug have been reading up on dimensions of magic. Do you know if a god can be executed?

Carlos: yes. But they’d reconstitute in ten working days.

Mal: good. If Hadie keeps bleating then we can hang him.

Hadie: you don’t mean that.

Carlos: oooh but she does.

Hadie: no. No I refuse to believe that. If she didn’t feel anything about our brother dying she wouldn’t have those tears in her eyes CHRIST!!!!

(Mal’s had enough and thrown a bottle of bourbon at Hadie that narrowly misses shatters against the wall behind him)

Mal: ENOUGH HADIE!!!! ENOUGH!!!! OKAY!!!! ENOUGH!!!! WE HATED IT!!!! WITH EVERY FIBRE OF OUR BEINGS WE HATED IT!!!! AND RIGHT NOW-oh my god Carlos! I am so sorry!

(She rushes over to Carlos and pulls him into a crushing hug)

Carlos (unaffected but embarrassed): I’m okay, ma. Ma, I’m okay. Finish what you were doing.

Mal: are you sure?

Carlos: yes. I’m sure.

Mal: okay.

(She uses magic to throw Hadie throw the wall. Next thing he knows, Hadie’s falling through the blackness until he lands in a void filled with the rotting corpses of Harry Hook)

Mal (her skin green and covered in scales, her horns large and curling outwards, her hair and dress purple flame, walking through the corpses and tearing them apart like tissue paper as her voice reverberates inside of Hadie’s head): you want ussss to locate and hold a funeral for a dead basssstard who we hated and who hated ussss! And after all of thissss I have. Jusssst. One. Quesssstion.

Hadie (on his knees, his hands covering his ears and sobbing his eyes out): WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! WHAHAHAT?!?!

(The illusion ends and they’re back in the kings residence)

Mal: why?

Hadie (still shuddering in terror): huh?

(This is when “requiem” happens. After the song. Ben, Gil and Persey rush in, panicked and very, very scared)

Gil: is everyone okay?

Mal: yeah. Yeah I um. I just had a little tiff with my big brother.

Carlos: the moron thought he could beg us to look for hook’s corpse.

Gil (chuckling nervously): about that....heheh.

(Cut to the Enchanted Lake)

Mal (from hundreds of miles away): WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(Back in the palace. Mal and Gil are running at full speed towards Milo’s offices. On their way they pass Ben’s Ego and Mal’s Id)

Ego: this is really bad isn’t it?

Id: oh honey. Only for Uma. For us it’s all going to be wildly entertaining.

(He looks directly at the audience again)

Id: enjoy.

(Mal and Gil are greeted by Facillier at Milo’s observation office. Through the two way mirror Mal can clearly see the spectral Harry floating around Uma’s terrified head)

Mal: shit.

Gil: he really is back then.

Facillier: not fully your highness. Nothing more than a ghost.

Mal: a poltergeist you mean.

Facillier: you need your fix this your grace.

Mal: not Celia. Not my problem. By the way. How the hell can you see it?

Facillier: I was dead once. The after effects are exceedingly long lasting.

Mal: oh.

Facillier: and yes you do need to help my daughter. You’re family. And this is what family does for each other.

Mal: oh god how did this happen?

(This is when “the kids aren’t alright” happens. After the song. Ben walks into his office to find Mal, Evie, Hades, Persephone and the twins lined up in front of his desk in military fashion)

Ben: not that I don’t like a nice family meeting but why do you all look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to activate the Zords and stop Emperor Grumm?

Mal: Persey and Gil were right. Harris a ghost and it’s haunting Uma.

Ben: ah. Wait. If this is about Uma why is Evie here?

Doug: Persey’s holding her sewing machine hostage.

Ben: that’s fair. Okay so. What’s the first order of business? Oh and uh. At ease.

(The gods and demigods relax)

Mal: we need to figure out how it came back.

Doug: Carlos thought it was the black cauldron.

Hadie: but I deactivated it when we won.

Ben: how so?

Hadie: I’m a god. I jumped into it then reconstituted a few seconds later.

Ben: if you say so Captain Jack. Right then. Any other theories?

Persey: oh no. Oh nononononono

Mal: what?

Persey: I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Ben: what Persey? What is it?

Persey: I think it was me. I think I left The Door open when I sent Verna to asphodel during the Processing.

Ben: right....

Mal (thinking quickly): Pain! Panic!

Pain and Panic: princess?

Mal: go to the underworld. Check and double check every door and opening. Make sure none of the dead can get through. We can’t risk any more leakages.

(The imps disappear)

Mal: Boss. Take dad and Hadie back to Olympus please.

Persey (nearing tears): Mal I am so-

Mal: it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about that. This is just a precaution. We can’t afford to have them trying to talk to it.

Persey: right.

(They teleport themselves, Hades and Hadie back home)

Ben: good thinking Mal.

Mal: thanks.

Doug: what do we do about Uma though?

Evie: I say we kill her. We can use your axe.

Mal: shaddup Evie. We’re not doing that. We’ll have to isolate her in her suite

Ben: are you sure?

Mal: yes. No. I don’t know. All I know is we can’t have Uma walking around until we get rid of the ghost floating about her head. We need to protect her as well as everybody else. Because if she finds a way to bring it back. We are all screwed.

(In Uma’s suite. She’s shivering with terror as Harry’s ghost gently unravels her now fully fuchsia braids. This is when “it’s a dangerous game” happens)