#these are how the items i look in my head

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's guide to having the BEST closet ever.ೃ࿔*:･🍨🎀

as a fashion girlie who's curating the wardrobe of her DREAMS i've come with my notes, tips, and everything i've learned thus far on how to have a cohesive, FABULOUS closet…💬🎀

HAVE A CLOSET COLOR PALETTE ;

this is the GOLDEN rule of having a fabulous closet. keeping a color palette thats true to u doesn't mean that u cant play around with colors and textures, but it means that ur pieces will ACTUALLY go together and you'll buy pieces that actually go with other pieces in ur closet and you'll be able to make like DOUBLE the outfits.

since my vibe is super feminine and glamorous i stick mostly with pinks, creams, browns, whites, nudes, blacks, etc etc. i love that glamorous look. it makes making outfits and getting dressed so much easier bcuz everything matches. plus ur closet is so aesthetic and looks like a boutique.

PRO TIP : buy cute hangers for your closet, it'll help with an overall cohesive look. i got the CUTEST pink heart shaped hangers off of ali express for like $0.99 and they're actually amazing quality and i LOVE them…💬🎀

BE INTENTIONAL WITH EACH PIECE ;

do.not.buy.fast.fashion. dont spend more than a hundred dollars on fast fashion, heck dont even spend a hundred dollars on fast fashion. i get that its tempting when u see those low prices but the quality HELLO?? i understand sometimes wanting something quick and easy but just don't overspend on fast fashion.

another thing, don't buy things just because they're trending right now or because they're cheap. u have to ask yourself if this piece SPEAKS to you, does it fit ur vibe? how many diff ways u can wear it? does it fit ur palette? etc etc. we wanna CURATE our dream closet, not a super cluttered one that we dont even have any like attachment to.

THRIFTING ;

when thrifting, my first tip is to always head to the pajama/lingerie aisle first for some cute tops! those fit my vibe so i head there first. bcuz i know my closet color palette i check the pinks, creams, browns, etc first and then i go on from there. know ur color palette and look through those colors first. next, go to the kids sections for super cute tops.

TAILOR YOUR PIECES ;

do u know how FABULOUS it is to have pieces that look like they were made FOR your body?? like thats peak glamour. yes it costs a pretty penny but its an investment! i get every single pair of jeans i own tailored because in my opinion i feel like thats the piece where its the most notable.

if you find the perfect skirt but it’s a little too long or the waist is off, get it tailored!! or learn some beginner sewing and do it urself. having clothes that fit you perfectly makes such a difference in how you feel in them.

SIGNATURE PIECES ;

every girly girl should have her signature piece of jewelry, signature scent, signature lipgloss, heck even a signature hairstyle. i love having signature things because its all part of the branding you know? if ur not a bracelet girly, have a signature necklace. or if ur not a necklace girly have a signature pair of earrings.

and take your time when finding your signature pieces because when you have something that is ur signature _ it'll be like a part of you so you wanna take time into thinking and choosing the piece that best represents you and who you are/want to be.

UTILIZE CANVA TO MAKE OUTFITS ;

i use canva for EVERYTHING, school projects, moodboards, and to curate outfits. i use pieces that im thinking of buying and put them into canva and just make a bunch of outfits so i can get a visual of what the piece would look like styled. it’s actually so fun like i feel like a fashion editor making layouts for vogue. sometimes i’ll screenshot pieces from websites and mix n match them with items from my closet. plus it helps u be more intentional with your shopping bcuz u can see what ur closet is missing. it’s like building your own lil fashion universe.

[rampagingpoet]

I'm currently planning to run The Halls of Arden Vul, a massive megadungeon. I think anon should take a look at the map of Level 3.

This is admittedly one of the largest levels of one of the largest dungeons ever made, but it should be clear from the many loops and branching paths that there is no one "next room". There's always somewhere else to go and something else to do. So what if you reach a dead end? Just go back and try somewhere else.

Or look at how many secret door there are. So what if the party misses most of them? They'll probably find one.

Oh but what if they're after something specific that's behind a secret door? Well that's covered in the room keys! There's multiple clues in different parts of the dungeon that point to various cool secrets. Even if you don't Find The Thing on the first try, before long you'll find a lead on The Thing.

Posting the map itself under the cut to avoid spoilers:

One of the closest thing the module has to "quest items" is even on this floor! It's in one of those secret rooms. Off the top of my head there's at least two leads to it elsewhere in the dungeon: an ancient note mentioning the treasure and its rough location by name, and a red herring where someone looking for a different treasure thinks it's nearby.

So no, you can't get stuck just because there's a secret door. And the next room is just whichever room you go to next.

I mean that approach to dungeon crawling is all fun and games until the adventure grinds to a halt because everyone failed to read the DM's mind to find the secret door to the next room.

Leaving aside that I still think "reading the DM's mind" is an incredibly bad faith way to describe it. If there's something that makes your adventure completely dysfunctional if the players fail to find it, why are you making it secret in the first place????

Like by virtue of making something hidden or secret, you're introducing the possibility that the players will fail to find it. So the first thing you should ask yourself before you put a secret in is "am I okay with my players not finding this? does the adventure still work if they don't find it?" and then if the answer is "no" then you. just don't make it secret. Easy as that.

Like personally I think if at any point your dungeon has only one available way for the party to make progress you probably already fucked up a little bit. But if you decide to make their one way to move forward *secret* you're kinda just actively shooting yourself in the foot, regardless of whether you're using perception mechanics or not. Because with perception mechanics the same situation can just as easily turn into "the adventure grinds to a halt because everyone failed their Mother May I Use My Fucking Eyes To See What's In Front Of Me check to find the secret door"

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Woooooow, you're getting fed today. Here's a whole cut section from Rook x Observant Reader. This was one of my early, early drafts. While it's not the angle I ultimately chose, it's well thought out

Context: This is in the middle of your first canonical meeting with Rook when you and Clown Crew are trying to sign up for VDC. He just revealed his uncanny ability to memorize things, including personal information

“You have a good memory. Do you know everybody’s name and height?” you ask.

“Oui, as I said I like to be prepared for any situation,” Rook reiterates with a deadly smile.

You ignore the warning sign and press forward. 

“The names and class I can understand, but where did you get our heights?” you question.

“I can tell just by looking at you,” the hunter answers.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. 

“That’s a specific skill,” you comment. “Is there any benefit other than fact-checking people if they’re lying about their height?”

“I learned it to help narrow down and estimate the length of someone’s gait. However, I can call out a lie of that kind when I see one,” the vice leader replies, amused.

“That’s resourceful,” you admire. “Are the Leech twins the same height?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Non, Monsieur Malfeasance is one centimeter taller than Monsieur Mastermind. Those are two of my other favorite subjects to watch. They’re so interesting.”

Frowning, you decipher the names. 

“Monsieur Mastermind is Jade, but what does malfeasance mean?” you question.

“It’s the fancy word for wrongdoing,” Rook provides.

“Yeah, that’s an apt nickname for Floyd,” you agree before leaning in.

You ask the question you’ve been wanting to ask since the beginning. “Where did you get your hat?”

Rook looks up, touching the object.

“I made it myself,” he reveals with a smile. 

You perk up with a tilt of your head. 

“Can I see it?” you request innocently.

Rook relinquishes his hat with a dramatic bow. “Oui, it’s a délice you’ve taken such an interest in me, [Y/N].” 

You giggle, taking it into your hands. You’re glad he understands your desire to learn more about him. He’s interesting.

You refocus on the hunter’s accessory. It’s surprisingly soft and smooth. You run your thumb along the leather, observing its trim and stitches. The belt buckle is shiny, and the white feather is big and fluffy. The entire item is made with high-quality materials. It makes you wonder…

“Did you personally source the materials?” you inquire. “You said you were a hunter after all.”

Rook’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oui, I did!” He grins. “I’m impressed you made the connection. Most people don’t.”

His emerald green eyes sparkle, fascinated. You glance away with a satisfied smirk. 

“This is an ostrich feather, right? What animal did you use for the leather? Did you make the leather yourself?” you bombard.

He drifts closer to you, answering with ease. 

“Oui, that’s an ostrich feather. I used deer skin. I dried and tanned it myself,” he responds. 

“It’s a work of art,” you comment, before placing the hat on yourself. “It’s well-made and comfortable. It has a nice weight, too. How long have you had it?”

Rook watches you model his hat. His gaze follows you with the narrowed eyes of a hunter. 

“I’ve had this one since I joined Night Raven College,” he explains.

“Have you made any others?”

“Oui, I made the hat that goes with my dorm uniform,” Rook replies with a small and fond smile.

“Is it from the same hide?” you question, still feeling and touching the hat. 

“No, but it is still deerskin,” the hunter answers.

Leona butts in, “He didn’t even make it at the same time. He transferred to Pomefiore halfway through his first year. It’s the only good thing he’s ever done.”

You’ve been watching Rook this whole time. The hunter’s face flickers, displeased at the reveal of personal information. It’s for a split second. It’s gone so quickly that you doubt it was there. However, with one glance at Leona, it’s confirmed. He has a smug and pleased look in his eye. He wanted to gain a negative reaction from the hunter. You file that information away. 

Rook comments, “I do not regret my decision to follow Roi de Poison, but I miss watching you closer while I was in Savanaclaw.”

“Well, I’m grateful I don’t have to sleep with you in the dorm,” Leona retorts. 

It takes a second for Deuce to whisper to you, “Roi de Poison?”

“Vil,” you translate without a second thought.  

“[Y/N], you're most astute, quick, and clever! With my hat, I’m sure you’ll be able to impersonate me in no time.” Rook claps his hands, delighted.

You take his direction. You imitate him, giving a flourish similar to Rook’s when he introduced himself.

“Je m'appelle Rook Hunt, the self-proclaimed Le Chasseur D'Armour. I'm honored to make your acquaintance,” you act with a wink.

You decide to be bold. Bowing, you pull off the hat and hold it to your chest. You grab the hunter's hand and kiss it. You straighten, donning the accessory once more. You take a step back, pleased with your performance. 

“How did I do?” you ask with an eager grin.

Rook wastes no time or words to drown you in praise.

“Magnifique! Beaute! 100 points!” He bursts out, grabbing your hands this time. “The added detail of the kiss was merveilleuse. You could pass for me anytime. You are truly incroyable.”

You smile at his enthusiasm. How can you not? His energy’s infectious.

“The only thing I need to do is get accepted into Pomefiore and then we can trade at any time,” you joke.

Rook looks at you with a glimmer in his eyes. 

“We can solve that,” he tells you, slipping off his blazer. “As the Vice Leader of Pomefiore, I can make you a temporary member. I can’t take the crest off my jacket, so we’ll trade accessories and personas for the afternoon.”

Excitement bubbles within you. You bite your lip to keep the smile off your face, but it doesn’t work. You haven’t had this much fun in a while. You’ve always been fond of plays, musicals, and acting, but haven’t gotten to talk with someone with those interests. You love your Clown Crew, but they weren’t the type to participate in improv. Although, you’re sure their personalities would get them a spot. You match the hunter’s movements, taking your blazer off, and holding it out to him.

“My blazer definitely won’t fit you, but keep it to make sure I come back to give you your items back,” you answer. 

“Oui, I will,” he reassures, draping your jacket over his forearm. “Roi de Poison would scold me for an atrocious fashion violation. However, I will risk it for the joy of such a beaute and radiante person. I’ll take extra precautions to avoid Beautiful Vil’s wrath.” 

Rook gives you a wink as you put on his blazer. It’s too big, but you don’t mind. It smelled like fresh rain. 

“You smell nice,” you comment, “It smells nice, but you don’t wear cologne, right?”

“Oui, I don’t,” he confirms with an interested smile. 

You give a sage nod. “It would give away your position as a hunter.”

Rook hums in agreement. He watches your movements. 

“When and where do you want me to return it to you?” you ask. “Or will you find me?”

“You’re catching onto my habits well, Trickster. I’ll be able to find you,” Rook confirms.

You perk up. “Is that my nickname?” 

The huntsman laughs. “Oui, a special one just for you.”

You grin. 

“Alright see you later—” you start, before pausing. “Do you like hugs?” 

Rook’s cat-like eyes narrow in delight.

“Oui, I would be more than happy to receive one from you,” he replies, before murmuring. “Such innocent prey coming into the arms of a hunter.”

You prove him wrong by pouncing. The wind knocks out of him as he makes a sound of shock. Rook recovers in an instant, chuckling.

“You’re full of surprises, Trickster,” he says.

You pull away.

“And you’re full of secrets,” you tease quietly. 

You giggle, pull away, and sweep out of the room.

"Bye, Rook!" you tell him.

Your friends soon catch up. 

“That was disgusting,” Ace emphasizes when you’re out of earshot. “Next time, warn me when you flirt with a guy.”

“I didn’t know that was your type,” Grim grumbles. “He was weird. He looked like he was going to track and stalk Leona. I don’t want to be next.”

“I’ll keep the attention off of you,” you reassure.

He gives you a wary glare with a scrunched-up nose. “I don’t like him.”

You shrug. “I do. He’s interesting, talented, and more importantly, he let me borrow his hat. He’s entertaining. Besides, I think he’s hiding something.”

Deuce leans in closer, interested. “What do you mean?”

“There’s some stuff that’s off about him. Why does he know everybody’s heights at a glance? That’s not something a normal person would know, even if they were a hunter. He also tensed up when Leona revealed he was from Savanaclaw. I don’t think he likes personal information being revealed despite knowing a lot about everyone else."

“Huh, I didn’t notice that,” Deuce says.

“Yeah, because you’re dense and not in love with him,” Ace snarks. “Is that why you were trying to get close to him?” 

“No, it’s just a bonus that he’s a little mysterious. It adds to the appeal,” you reply.

“I was hoping for the impossible,” Ace grimaces.

You pat him on his back in sympathy.

(Interesting first take! Compared to what I have now, this version of Rook is way more open. The Reader is also much more excitable. Ultimately, I like the official version, but this is adorable. I hope you like it as much as I do... probably more because you don't have the official and giant 40k fanfic at your disposal lol

(The sentence variety isn't as engaging as it could be, but it's good enough. Plus, I have a headache. rip. send me get wells lol... still going to work on Riddle's Dreaming of You fanfic despite the pain lol

(Tell me what you think!)

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Good boy gone bad- H.HJ

Today is the equivalent of Valentine's Day in my country and I wrote this funny fluff fic to celebrate. A special thank you to my girl @jehhskz for giving me this incredible idea. I hope you like it 💜 And also have a nice day with your boyfriend Hyunjin 🤭

Word count: 6.6k

Warnings: suggestive, supernatural and magical stuff, munch! Hyunjin

Alexa, play Good Boy Gone Bad by TOMORROW X TOGETHER

The lights are low. Not because you're trying to be romantic, but because everything bright, it hurts. You’re sitting cross legged on the floor of your apartment, in yesterday’s hoodie, surrounded by the wreckage of your evening— an empty takeout container, an untouched glass of wine, and the poodle your ex gave you last Valentine’s Day.

Prince.

 Fluffy, white, ridiculously spoiled. And the only one who hasn’t left.

"You're all I got now", you whisper, reaching out to scratch his head

He yawns with that squeaky sound of his, then rolls over, showing you his belly like he knows exactly what comes next. You give in, of course you do, rubbing gentle circles on his stomach until his little paws twitch and he lets out a sigh like he had a long day.

"Don't look at me like that", you murmur, flicking a stray piece of lint from his fur. "It’s not my fault I wasn’t ‘ambitious enough’, you say flatly to no one in particular. Then you glance down at Prince, "That’s what he said”

You scratch behind his ears. He yawns.

"Not passionate about my goals. Not the kind of person he could ‘build a future with’ "

You let out a heavy sigh, "I work. I pay rent. I live… I just didn’t live the way he wanted me to"

Prince snuffles and rolls onto his side, now demanding back 

"He wanted me to quit everything and follow him to Seoul. No plan. No job lined up. Just… pack up and support him. While he ‘figured it out’ "

You look at Prince.

"You, my fluffy bastard, are what he left behind when I said no"

You stroke a hand down his little spine. Prince shivers, sighs, tucks his nose into the crook of your elbow like he knows this is the only kind of affection you’re getting tonight.

"I told him I couldn’t just give up on everything. That I loved him, but I couldn’t abandon myself for him. And he said I already had”

You laugh, bitter, humorless

"And now here I am. Three weeks for Valentine’s day. No plans. No boyfriend”

Prince licks your chin.

"Except you"

You blink down at him, emotionally exhausted.

"My ex dumped me and left me with a poodle who refuses to eat unless I hand feed him roasted chicken breast"

You sigh, whispering into his fur, "At least I have you”

Prince curls deeper into your lap like you were just one. You love how warm he is, how he fits perfectly against you— how he stayed.

You love that it makes you feel a little less alone.

Then, suddenly, your phone starts buzzing

 Incoming call: Quokka 🐿️

You groan but swipe to answer, “What?”

“OK LISTEN, before you hang up…”, Han’s voice explodes out of the speaker, “I may have unlocked the universe of infinity love”

“You bought another cursed item off the internet, didn’t you?”

“I invested, Yn. There’s a difference. This is artisanal craftsmanship with metaphysical properties”

“Oh, like that energy activating incense for ‘better blood flow down there’ you bought on AliExpress last year?”

“Ok, first of all, it had 1.2k reviews and a video testimonial”

“You said it only made it worse. Very legit”

“I was under a lot of stress, so obviously it blocked the energy flow”

“Sure”

“But not this one, Yn. This one, it came with a sparkly handwritten note. In blue glitter glue, so it’s legit”

Prince lifts his head and blinks at your phone. You stroke his back, waiting for what’s coming.

“It’s a love candle! But like, not a regular candle, a summoning candle. Like for attracting hot people”

“You mean… a spell for getting laid?”

“No! I mean like a soulmate magnet. A pheromone booster for your aura. It came from, like, Russia? Or was it Chicago? Well, somewhere magical”

You close your eyes and rub your temple, “Han, are you high again?”

“No, but I did almost pass out from the fumes when I lit it. Also, small detail… the wax made my dog horny. He’s been humping the couch for about fifteen minutes”

You pull the phone away from your ear, consider hanging up, then put it back, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re single, obviously! And miserable! And being held hostage by a demonic stuffed animal with a superiority complex”

You glance down. Prince is licking his paw with complete indifference.

“I think it could work for you”, Han continues, “The candles are colorful. You like colorful things. Mine is shaped like a torso, and I think one of the nipples fell off in shipping but that could be symbolic or whatever”

“I’m hanging up”

“WAIT, LISTEN! Just… light the candle, and picture your ideal man. Like… a nice guy. A hot guy. Someone with a big dick”

“Goodbye, Han”

“THE CANDLE WORKS!!  I lit it last night at 11:11 pm, prime manifesting hour, and boom. This morning? My barista asked for my number”

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

“I’m not. She said, and I quote: ‘You smell like confidence and testosterone. Can I have your number?’ You know I definitely don't smell like that ”

You glance at the half empty wine bottle on your coffee table, “This is the weirdest call I’ve had in weeks”

He’s grinning through the phone, you can feel it, “You’re welcome. Want me to send you the link?”

“I’m not summoning sex demons for Valentine’s Day, Han”

Han scoffs, “They’re not demons if they’re hot and promise giving you back massages”

“Goodbye, Han”

“Don’t blame me when I’m happily cuddling after sex and you’re still watching Netflix with your dog”

“Enjoy your haunted candle”

“Oh I will. And so will my barista”

And with that, you end the call.

Prince blinks at you. You blink back.

“Don’t you dare turn into a human just to prove him right”

•°. *࿐

Later that night, after you've eaten both your dignity and an entire sleeve of cookies, your phone buzzes with a text from Han.

Quokka 🐿️:

 [Sent you a link]: www.getlitgetlaid.com 

 You're welcome 😉

I lit another candle and now the barista gave me a free muffin   

That’s foreplay, Yn!!

You stare at the link then you stare at Prince. He stares back.

You whisper, “This is stupid”

But you click it anyway.

The site loads with sparkly gifs, pink pop ups, and a massive banner that said:

💘 GET LIT GET LAID— SPARK YOUR SOULMATE 💘 One candle. One night. One stupid hot decision.

There’s a category list with candle names that range from “Mommy issues” to “Sugar daddy” to “Loser trapped in a hot body”

You narrow your eyes, “Han needs help”

Scrolling through, one product makes you freeze.

It’s titled:

VALENTINE #08: Sweet Venom

You start to read the description, already regretting:

🧸 Smells like gummy bear and sin 💦 Notes of grapefruit, bubblegum and fake innocence ✨ Guaranteed to attract: – Dimples – Boyish grins – Soft flirting – Oversized hoodies – Shy glances that secretly know exactly what they’re doing – Possibly: men who giggle when they kiss you 🚨 Caution: side effects include blushing, butterflies, and delicious makeouts.

The candle wax is bubblegum pink, sprinkled with red glitter and shaped into a gummy bear wearing sunglasses

“Jeongin”,  you mutter.

 It’s literally Jeongin in candle form

Prince lets out a long, judgmental sigh through his nose. You look at him.

“I know, okay? It’s dumb. But I haven’t made out with anyone in three months and this one promises me to attract a shy hottie and smells like candy!”

Prince gives you the kind of slow blink cats usually do when they’re plotting murder. Then, to make his opinion perfectly clear, he dramatically gets up from your lap, trots over to the corner, and purposefully pees on your favorite fuzzy slipper.

You gasp, “Prince!”

He makes unbroken eye contact the entire time.

Later, as you clean up the disaster, you whisper, “Too bad. Candle’s already on its way”

He barks once in protest or even jealousy. But at this point, that candle is probably your best shot

•°. *࿐

It arrives in a suspiciously pink box.

You're in your pajamas, a messy bun on your head. Prince circles your feet with low grumbles, like he can already see the disaster.

Inside there's bubble wrap, glitter confetti, and a folded card that says:

💘 "For lonely hearts and delusional fools. Good luck, sweetheart" 💘

You blink at it.

Beneath the card sits the candle— chubby, bear shaped, glossy, and pink. You lift it and immediately get hit with the fruity punch of grapefruit and sugar scent. Prince snorts, clearly not liking it. 

You're gonna light it up anyway.

When the match strikes, the wick catches instantly. The flame flares pink, then settles into a low glow.

You whisper, “This is ridiculous”

The candle crackles, like it has something to say about your skepticism.

You sit with it for ten minutes but nothing happens. No naked boys materialize from the void, no romance falls from the ceiling. Just pink light and an increasingly suspicious scent clouding your tiny apartment.

You blow it out.

That night, you dream of dimples and gentle hands that hold you tightly against a solid chest 

•°. *࿐

You sit in your microbiology lecture the next day, twirling your pen, trying to forget the cursed candle and your pissy poodle.

Someone slides into the seat beside you.

“Hey”, says a soft voice.

You turn and there he is— Jeongin. Oversized hoodie, sleepy eyes, and the kind of lazy smile that makes your heart twitch like you’re allergic to calm.

“Hey”, you say trying to pretend you didn’t light up a magic candle to him last night.

He scratches the back of his neck, “Hum… so, exams are coming and I’m, like, failing bacteria”

You blink, “You mean microbiology?”

“Yeah, that. Can you maybe help me? Study, I mean?”

You stare at him. His lips curl up. Dimples. Soft. Boyish smirk. Your brain almost short circuit immediately.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

You lit the candle and Jeongin just asked to spend time with you. To study ‘bacteria’. Romance is dead, but of course you want to spend hours talking about bacterial structure and infections with this man.

“Yeah, okay!”, you say, “When do you wanna start?”

“Tonight? If you’re free?”

You swallow, “Yeah, totally. My place?”

“Sure”

“Great, I text you the address”

“Cool”

He winks before he leaves, leaving you completely breathless

•°. *࿐

The books are closed. The last flashcard is discarded  between pizza boxes and your empty soda cans. You're both sitting on your bed after hours of bacterial cell walls. Close. Way too close. Jeongin’s hoodie sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and he keeps watching you. The kind of look that could knock the air out of your lungs if you let it.

“I think I get it now”, he says, voice a little raspy from talking for so long, “About bacteria. And maybe about... you”

You blink, “Me?”

His hand touches your knee, carefully. You don’t move.

“I thought I was imagining it”, he says, thumb brushing small circles against the fabric of your joggers, “But I don’t think I am”

Your voice is barely a breath, “Imagining what?”

“That you want me to kiss you”

The tension hangs between you. 

“You were never ‘failing bacteria’, were you?”

He smirks, lazily shaking his head as a ‘no’.  You lean forward, hesitantly, but Jeongin doesn’t waste time. His lips catch yours in a kiss that’s hungry from the very first second.

He kisses like he’s been holding back the whole time— deep, slow, full of heat that crawls up your spine and makes your fingers grab his hoodie like you were trying to pull him even closer. If that’s even possible. You feel him shift closer, one hand sliding behind your neck, the other gripping your waist like he needs to feel every inch of you.

Your teeth graze, lips part. The sound he makes isn’t soft— it’s needy.

His mouth trails down your jaw, before returning to your lips again— urgent, wet, dizzying. Your heart races, your mind spins as he lays you down.

Jeongin’s hands slide beneath your shirt, and your breath hitches when he mutters something filthy against your skin.

You know you should stop, your dog’s still in the room but you think, “he’s just a dog”, and he’s curled up quietly at the foot of your bed like he always is. Right?

Wrong. So very wrong.

Because the second Jeongin shifts above you, one knee nudging between your thighs, hips pressing down to close the space between your bodies— there’s a sudden blur of a bark and a ferocious growl followed by a:

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

You jolt upright just in time to see your little white poodle, Prince, with his teeth sunken to Jeongin’s ass. His ears are back, eyes wild, tail puffed up like a pissed off cotton ball.

“Prince!!” you shriek, grabbing a pillow and throwing at him, “LET GO!”

“I think he broke skin!”, Jeongin mutters, stumbling off the bed, hand clutching his butt, “Why is your dog like this?!”

“He’s never done this before!”

“Well, and I am not in the mood anymore”

“Jeongin, wait!”

“I call you”, he says as he stumbles to the door with his dignity in ruins, muttering about rabies shots.

The second the door shuts, Prince hops smugly on the bed, circles once, and sits like nothing happened.

You look at him with a piercing gaze 

“Prince” you say slowly, “Did you just bite someone because they were on top of me?”

He snores and then, like he has no shame, he crawls into your lap, lays his head on your chest, and lets out the most satisfied sigh you've ever heard.

•°. *࿐

It’s been three days since Prince ruined your make out session with Jeongin.

You still wake up remembering the look on Jeongin’s face. A little turned on. A lot confused

But life moves on, and so do your dating ambitions.

You’ve just finished vacuuming glitter from Jeongin’s candle out of your rug when your phone buzzes again.

Quokka 🐿️ :

How’s microbiology boy 😏

You: 

He got scared off. Prince bit his vibe off…

… and his perfect ass

Quokka 🐿️ :

LMFAOO

Damn, I hate this dog

Try another candle 😌Rebound power unlockedStop falling for muscle gods.

You roll your eyes and type back, “go away”

Quokka 🐿️: No ❤️ Go to the website Do it for the plot

Get one for a comfort boy.

You stare at the link for a full thirty seconds before clicking it again. 

You scroll past “Short kings”, “Bald and bold” and “Tight gym shorts”

Then you stop.

Because this one. This one is pale yellow, shaped like the Sun with a glistening label that reads:

VALENTINE #15: Sunshine Soulmate

🌞 Smells like honey tea, ginger and laughter 🤗 Notes of chocolate cake, kindness and cinnamon ✨ Guaranteed to attract: – Gentle souls who bring you flowers for no reason – People who laugh at your worst jokes – Long nights with deep conversations – Someone who actually listens – Possibly: forehead kisses and hugs that feel like home 🚨 Caution: You may fall in love with your comfort partner, and never look back.

You whisper, “That’s… Felix” Felix, your neighbor. The guy who laughs when Prince humps his leg in the elevator, whose voice is deep but still soft as sunrises

You buy it. Heart pounding like a teenager in love.

Prince gives you that slow, side eye as if to say: what’s wrong with you?

•°. *࿐

The evening the candles arrive, you shut your curtains and pull Prince to your lap. You open the box, press your nose into it and inhale. 

You light it.

The flame burns in a gentle yellow, rippling across the living room like sunlight on water.

Prince barks once, looks at you. You wrap him in your arms. He hides his head on your shoulder, tail thumping.

Beside you, the candle crackles in soft tones

“I don’t know why I’m doing this”, you whisper, “Felix is… he’s out there. Probably doing small talk with old ladies at the grocery store line” 

You brush your fingertips along Prince’s fur, “And I’m here wishing he liked me. Not for muscles. Or dangerous smirks. Just… for real, warm, comfortable company”

You laugh weakly, “Instead, I am here like a desperate loser. Stuck on stupid candle magic and a dog who won’t leave my lap”

You blow out the candle and Prince snorts with satisfaction.

You lean your head back and close your eyes wishing it works this time 

•°. *࿐

It’s the day after you lit the candle.

You’re in your apartment, dressed in your emotional support hoodie,  trying to figure out if  cereal counts as dinner, when there’s a knock at the door.

Prince immediately loses his entire mind.

You stagger to the door, hair messy, wearing socks that don’t match. You open it to see…

Felix.

Golden hair, oversized cream knit sweater, a smile that curves like a sunrise, freckles scattered on his cheekbones like a constellation. He’s holding a large tupperware container in one hand, and in the other a movie DVD.

You blink, “Hi…”

“Hey”, he grins, “I made cookies. Movie night? You, me, and…”, he peeks over your shoulder, “Prince. If His Royal Highness is free”

Prince wags his tail like he understands what Felix said, then bounces in excitement.

“I, huh…”, you swallow, “That sounds really nice, actually”

Felix’s smile grows, eyes doing that crinkly thing that makes your stomach fold in on itself like origami.

 “Then come over. Comfy clothes are mandatory”

•°. *࿐

You arrive minutes later with Prince and a bag of chips. Felix opens the door and Prince immediately trots in like he owns the place.

You follow after him.

The apartment smells like vanilla, sunshine and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. There are string lights over the couch. A fluffy blanket fort in the corner. The screen is already paused on the movie menu.

“You seriously still use DVDs?”, you ask.

Felix shrugs, “They’re nostalgic”

He hands you a cookie and gestures for you to sit. Prince climbs onto the couch like he pays rent and plops between you and Felix. 

You roll your eyes, “Prince, really?”

Felix just laughs, “It’s okay. He’s protecting his princess”

You choke on a cookie crumb.

Felix chuckle— warm and contagious. He pats the couch beside him, “Come on. I won’t bite”

You settle in, shoulder brushing him. Prince lets out a grumble, but accepts his fate. 

As the movie plays, you pretend to focus. Felix smells like clean laundry and he keeps laughing at all the dumb lines, and every time, your head turns toward the sound like it’s a magnet

Halfway through, your fingers brush while reaching for the same chip. Neither of you pulls away. He glances at you. You glance at him and the tension grows heavier

“You’re warm”, Felix says, soft like the rain outside 

You whisper, “So are you”

And then, very gently, his fingers lace in yours.

Prince snorts loudly and ruins the moment, of course, but Felix just grins and presses his shoulder into yours. He’s warm and sweet, and you feel like the candle was right: you may fall in love with your comfort partner, and never look back.

Even better? Prince is behaving.

Not just behaving like sitting quietly, he's actually snuggled against Felix’s side, tiny chin resting on Felix’s thigh, tail wagging lazily every time Felix absentmindedly scratches his fluffy fur

You almost tear up from the relief.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, “He likes you”

Felix grins, flashing that sunshine smile, “He’s adorable. So chill. I thought he didn't like me”

You look at Prince, who blinks innocently at you, “Yeah, me too…”

You start to relax. Maybe this time it’s different. Maybe Prince has matured, maybe he has accepted he can’t be your only source of affection forever. 

When the screen goes dark and Felix kisses your cheek, thanking you for coming, and walks you both to the door. You feel suspiciously hopeful.

Until twenty minutes later.

Your phone buzzes.

Felix 🌞:

So…

Not to be weird but….

 I think Prince left me a present

In my gym bag

Like a solid one

Like a Number Two  

Your jaw drops.

You:

OH MY GOD FELIX I’M SO SORRY!!! Please say you didn’t put your hand in there

Felix 🌞: 

I didn’t But he looked me RIGHT IN THE EYE before you guys left I thought it was affection It was a threat

You sprint to your room and throw open the door. Prince is stretched luxuriously across your bed, tiny paws crossed, eyes closed like a cat sunbathing.

You whisper, horrified, “You pooped in his bag”

He doesn’t even flinch.

“Why?! You liked him!”

He opens one eye, blinks, yawns and turns away.

Yeah, you probably will die single because of him.

•°. *࿐

It’s been four days since the incident with Felix

You’ve blocked the memory of his hands on your waist and the sound of his laugh as the movie played. You’ve told Han you’re not buying another candle. He insisted anyway

Quokka 🐿️: Girl they have one called “Moonstruck” 

That shit it’s POWERFUL

You roll your eyes so hard you almost pull something. But later that night, curiosity wins. Again. As always. You find yourself scrolling through Get lit, Get laid, one leg on the heater with Prince drooling on your thigh.

You scroll until you see it.

VALENTINE #20: Moonstruck 

🕯️ Smells like lavender, rosemary, paint, and quiet mornings 🎨 Notes of melancholy, watermelon and pink glitter ✨ Guaranteed to attract: – Artists who see the world sideways – People who cry at concerts – Loud laughter in silent rooms – Boys who write you poems – Possibly: a guy who really loves you, kinda needy and clingy 🚨 Warning: lighting may cause a sudden urge to talk to the moon

You frown. There’s no face you associate with it. No crush. No worthy idiot.

Just... an unexplainable certainty that you should buy that damn candle..

•°. *࿐

The candle arrives three days later in a box that smells like moon dust.

You light it that night. It flickers purple and gold

Prince hops on the couch, circles a free time, and flops dramatically into your lap with a grunt. You stroke behind his head as you whisper, “You realize this is your fault, right?”

Prince snorts.

“No, seriously. I used to be fine. I had a relationship. An almost stable emotional state. A carpet without candle dust”

He yawns, jaw cracking.

You sigh, laying your head back, candlelight dancing across the ceiling.

“You’re the one who scared my dates away. You. A chaotic dog with judgmental eyebrows and a spirit full of vengeance”

Prince blinks, like he was waiting for you to finish your dramatic monologue

“I’m going to die alone,” you say gently, cupping his face. “Just you and me, buddy. And someday you’ll bury me in someone’s backyard next to your long lost squeaky bones”

Then he licks your nose. You laugh softly, burying your face in his fur. 

The candle flickers. Something in the room shifts. Not loud. Not bright. Just a breath of something different.

You fall asleep on the couch like that.

Prince curled at your side. Candle burning low. Dreams thick and golden behind your eyelids.

As you sleep, a shape stirs on the floor.

But you don’t notice 

Yet.

•°. *࿐

You wake up with a loud crash coming from the kitchen. Not the clatter of paws on tile. No collar jingling. No soft whimper.

A human noise.

You sit up, disoriented. The candle’s completely burned down. Your phone says it’s 3:42 am.

You grab a blanket and tiptoe into the hall.

“Prince?” you whisper, heart hammering.

Then you see him.

A tall, completely naked man rifling through your fridge like he lives there.

His back is to you at first, but then he turns, very casually, sipping from your carton of chocolate milk with a smile like this is the best day of his life

You scream.

He drops the milk.

“WHAT THE FU… WHO THE HELL… WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”

 “You asked that candle to bring you someone who really loved you. So… surprise?”

You take a full five seconds to connect the dots. The familiar shape of his lips. The floppy hair. The weird sparkle in his eyes that you always said made him look like he knew your secrets.

“…Prince?” you whisper again, backing into the wall.

He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “Technically, I’m Hyunjin. But yeah. You kinda wished I turned into a human”

You stare at him. “You were a dog…”

“Your dog” he says, stepping closer, still naked, “And now I’m something even better”

“Why are you still naked?!”

“Because pants weren’t part of the wish, obviously"

You’re still in shock. Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out as you try not to stare at the way he’s standing there like he isn’t naked while drinking choco milk in your kitchen.

Hyunjin takes one last unapologetic sip straight from the nearly empty carton. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lets out a satisfied sigh like he just finished a fine bottle of wine.

“You’re gonna need to buy more of this, by the way”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

He shakes the carton, upside down, “It’s gone. Like. All of it. I was thirsty” 

Then, thoughtfully, he concludes, “I think it’s my favorite thing about being human so far”

“You…” You gesture wildly at the mess of milk dribbled on his chin, the open fridge door, the nudity.

“You drank my entire carton of chocolate milk naked at 4am?!”

“And it was amazing” he says, eyes twinkling, “but also kinda sad, because now there’s none left. So... maybe write it on a list or something?”

You inhale. Exhale. Pinch the bridge of your nose, “You are literally a magical dog who turned into a man because I lit a cursed Valentine’s candle. And your priority is…”

“Chocolate milk”, he finishes happily,  “And pants. Eventually”

You sigh so hard your soul leaves your body for a second, “I need to go lie down”

“Bring me a glass of water?” he calls after you. “I think I’m still a little thirsty”

You just ignore him.

•°. *࿐

You wake up hours later, head pounding.

For a minute, it’s peaceful. 

Maybe it was a dream. A fever dream. The wine, the candle, the stupid wish— maybe it all blurred together and created the world's most chaotic hallucination.

Then you hear it— a soft hum coming from your bathroom followed by a voice calling out sweetly

 “Ynnie… I’m ready!”

You stumble  to the bathroom, push the door open and immediately regret it.

Hyunjin is standing in the tub, completely naked again. Hair fluffed, cheeks glowing, a towel barely draped over one shoulder

“Took you long enough, lady”

“What… are you doing?”

He blinks, all innocent, “Waiting for you to wash me”

Your brain malfunctions, “I… what?! You’re a man now! Wash your own damn self!”

“But you always bathed me”, he tilts his head, lips curling into a pout so automatic that it has to be a leftover reflex from puppyhood.

 “You use that nice strawberry shampoo. You talk to me while you scrub behind my ears. And you give me a towel hat after”

You gape at him, “Hyunjin”

“I even set everything up!” he says proudly, gesturing to the row of bath products you specifically use for your spa days, “I want bubbles. And the scalp massage thing you do with your nails”

He pauses, grinning wider.

“I’ll wag my tail if it helps convince you”

You slam the door in his face and shout through it,  “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCHING MY EXPENSIVE MASK”

From inside, he calls back sweetly, “You’re still gonna brush my hair after, right?”

You groan, “I regret meeting Han in the first place”

You press your forehead to the bathroom door and sigh like you’re in a tragic k-drama.

“No”, you mutter to yourself, “You are not giving in. You’re not brushing his hair. You are not washing a grown man in your tub just because he used to be a poodle”

And then, the door creaks open.

He pokes his head out. Hair dripping, wet strands falling over his flushed face. And his eyes— those big, dark, round eyes— look up at you like you just kicked a puppy.

“Yn…”

You swallow hard 

“I don’t know how to rinse the bubbles out without stinging my eyes…”, he says softly, pouting already, “You always helped me…”

You blink, “Hyunjin, you're literally 1,80 now”

He nods, “And helpless”

You try to hold back. You really do but then he whines— a soft, high pitched whine— and tilts his head the exact same way he did back when he wore a collar instead of a smirk.

 That’s the end of you.

You sigh and push the door open wider, “Move over, prince of manipulation”

His face lights up like you just gave him a treat.

You kneel by the tub, grabbing the showerhead and your strawberry shampoo, muttering under your breath, “I can’t believe I’m doing this”

He leans forward immediately, elbows on the edge, chin in his palms, a grin curling his lips, “You love it”

You glare at him.

He sticks out his tongue.

You dump water over his head.

Then you reach for the conditioner, “You're lucky you're pretty”

He grins, “I am, huh?”

You gently work the conditioner into his hair, nails scratching lightly over his scalp. He melts instantly. He closes his eyes and lets a pleased little sound slip out of his throat, one that makes your chest tighten.

“I used to love when you did this”, he says, “Even when I was just… Prince”

You blink, “Yeah?”

He hums, “You were always so gentle. Careful. Like I wasn’t just a dog”

You pause, hands still in his hair, “You weren’t just a dog to me. You were like my best friend. Even when you acted bitchy”

That makes his lips part slightly, eyes opening to find yours.

He sits up just a little, water dripping down his chest, “You know what I didn’t like?” he says after a moment, more serious now.

You wait.

“When strangers touched me. Like, on walks. People always think dogs want to be pet, but sometimes I hated it. I only liked it when you did it”

Your heart thumps once, sharp and loud.

“I hated the vet”,  he continues, “and when you left the house for too long. I hated when you cried and I couldn’t do anything but nudge your hand with my nose”

You look down, “You always stayed beside me, though”

“I couldn’t not. You are the person I love the most”,  he says, voice catching a little with the weight of that truth. “Even then, you were mine”

The bathroom fills with soft steam and silence. You rinse the last of the conditioner from his hair, fingers lingering just a little too long at the nape of his neck.

When you look at him again, he’s staring at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

Something human, vulnerable

“Do you still want me?”, he asks, voice quiet, unsure for the first time.

You don’t say anything.

You just reach for a towel, help him sit up, and whisper

“Let’s get you dry first, Prince”

•°. *࿐

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your fridge door slamming and a tragic gasp.

You stumble into the kitchen to find Hyunjin— still only in one of your oversized hoodies, hair a fluffy mess— standing barefoot and betrayed.

He turns, horrified. “You didn’t get more chocolate milk”

You blink. “Good morning to you too”

“I dreamed about it last night”, he whines, “I woke up tasting it. You promised me”

And like a fool, you drag yourself the shopping mall looking like a tired single parent and return with two gallons of chocolate milk, a new phone with a pink glitter case, a comfy set of sweatpants and sweatshirts, socks with little chocolate milk cartons on them and in exchange, you got a custom contact in your phone saved as:

💗 Prince Hyunjin 👑

By noon, he’s curled up on your couch, sipping from a bendy straw, scrolling through his phone while making soft noises every time he finds an emoji he likes. 

“Why does this one look like you??”, he says, holding up 🐸

You finally stand in front of the hallway mirror, curling your lashes and adjusting your dress.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin asks casually, mouth full of banana bread you didn’t even see him open.

“Out” you say, avoiding his gaze.

“To see another man?”, his tone is suddenly more icy.

You sigh, “It’s just a date, Hyunjin. You’re fine. You’ve got snacks, Netflix, a phone…”

“You’re leaving me alone on my second real day as a human?”

“You spent all morning watching dance compilations on TikTok. I think you’ll survive”

He narrows his eyes, “I bet he's not even that cute”

You grab your bag and keys, “Stop being jealous”

“You’re being reckless!”, he shoots back, arms crossed,  “You just got new clothes and now you’re going to let some muscle boy take them off you?”

“Oh my God. You don’t even know him!”

“I don’t need to!” he says. “I know you. And I know you like when someone is clingy and follows you around the house and licks your cheek to make you laugh”

“HYUNJIN”

“What? Too honest?”

You point to the couch, “Stay here. Don’t pee on anything. Don’t text my friends. And don’t sabotage this date, it's my last chance”

He sulks dramatically, curling up like a cat, muttering, “I hope he's allergic to fur”

You leave anyway.

But as you wait for your Uber, your phone buzzes.

💗 Prince Hyunjin 👑 Fine. Go. But I hope his hugs aren’t as warm as mine Also we’re out of Nutella Also I miss you

You roll your eyes, ignore him and tell yourself, “Just one more date”

But you already know Prince is going to ruin it somehow

•°. *࿐

You were watching a movie at Changbin’s place— just the two of you, a blanket, snacks, and something cheesy playing in the background. He’s got one arm slung casually around your shoulder, his body warm and solid beside yours. You’re relaxed, comfortable, almost sleepy.

Until your phone buzzes on the coffee table.

Changbin glances down first, just instinct. He's in the middle of reaching popcorn, and the screen lights up so bright it catches his eye.

Immediately, he frowns

“Hum… who’s Prince Hyunjin?”

Your blood runs cold. You reach for the phone but it’s too late.

He reads the preview out loud:

💗 Prince Hyunjin 👑 Baby, I want to taste you so bad I'm losing my mind. 

Come home and let me be on my knees for you.

The air goes thick.

“Changbin, wait… I can explain…”

“You have a boyfriend named Prince Hyunjin?!”

“He’s not… he wasn’t… he used to be my dog!”

Changbin blinks, “That’s… somehow worse?”

You bury your face in your hands, “He was a poodle, okay? A fluffy little spoiled brat named Prince. But then one day he… he just turned into a human, and now he thinks he owns me”

Changbin just stares at you, “You’re telling me your ex poodle is now sexting you and calling himself Prince Hyunjin?”

“You think I’d make that up?!”

You phone buzz one more time

💗 Prince Hyunjin 👑 Tell this dude you’re with to keep his hands off you unless he wants to lose them

Your thighs are mine.

Changbin slowly stands up, hands in the air like he’s surrendering to your craziness, “You should… just go. Before I get bitten. Or murdered by your shapeshifting, possessive ex dog”

“Bin, please, you have to believe me…”

He backs away toward the door, voice full of sarcasm, “No, no. It’s fine. I just need some time to… process”

He opens the door. And you can’t do anything but grab your purse and leave,

“I… call you?”, you try one last time

“Nah, you don't have to. Bye”

And then, he shuts the door on your face

You sigh and presses your forehead against the cold wall, picking up your phone 

You:

HYUNJIN. 

WHAT DID YOU DO???

He replies immediately:

I always get what I want

•°. *࿐

Your place is quiet when you enter. A low hum comes from the TV still on, playing some cartoon.

And on the couch, curled up sideways, limbs long and tangled, face buried in the cushions— is him.

Hyunjin.

He’s in your favorite hoodie. The one you wear when you’re sad or sick or just need to feel safe. It swallows him, sleeves bunched at the wrists, the hem covering his hips where his bare legs stretch out toward your coffee table.

One hand clutches the sleeve. The other clutches an empty spot on the couch like he reached for you in his sleep.

You stand there for a moment, just watching the ridiculous boy who used to bark at your guests now dreaming under the colorful lights of Adventure Time.

He shifts in his sleep and murmurs your name, crackling your chest open. You walk over, slowly, and crouch beside him, gently stroking back his hair.

"Yn…?" he whispers, eyes still closed.

"Yeah”, you whisper back.

He blinks once, then opens his eyes.

“Did he kiss you?”, he asks quietly, voice hoarse from sleep

“No”

“Good”, his lips curve into a sleepy smile, “I wore your hoodie so you’d think of me”

“How could I forget you, my prince?”

He reaches for you, tugging at your fingers, “Then stay here with me. Forever”

You nod, and curl onto the couch with him. His arms find your waist instantly, nose pressing to your neck. Right there in his arms, the weight of another failed date all thanks to Hyunjin’s relentless mischief, seems to fade a little

You sigh deeply, “You know what, Hyunjin? I give up”

He perks up instantly, “Hum?”

“I’m yours” you say, voice soft but firm. “I’ll spend Valentine’s Day alone and it’s your fault for ruining every single date I try to have”

Hyunjin’s little chest puffs out like he’s won the grandest prize. Then, almost immediately, he sulks, lowering his head and giving you a pout that’s impossible to resist.

“Come on… just one kiss. On the lips. You can’t resist me forever”

“Hyunjin”, you say softly, shaking your head with a gentle smile, “No. Forehead kiss only”

You lean down and press a warm, tender kiss on his forehead, feeling the soft brush of his hair. He grins so bright that you know you’ll never escape being his, no matter how hard you try.

Before you can pull away, Hyunjin’s hands catch your face, and with a cheeky grin, he steals a bold, lingering kiss on your lips. It’s soft but demanding, warm and possessive all at once.

When he finally pulls back, his grin is pure mischief, “See? Told you I always get what I want”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You’re impossible”

Hyunjin just snuggles closer, tail wagging like he owns your heart. And honestly? He does. 

At the end, maybe all the love you needed was right by your side this whole time.

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soobins morning was going quite terribly to say the least, from his shirt being wrinkled costing him 10 minutes to iron it, his favorite coffee shop being closed down and the now pouring rain—forced soobin to go to another coffee shop 15 minutes away from his usual, he was already going to be late for work but at this point he really didn’t care needing to satiate his taste for his usual bitter coffee. damp from walking in the rain, he had finally made it to the shop. it was annoyingly colorful and accented in soft pink colors, if his usual spot wasn’t closed he would’ve kept walking, but after all that’s happened all he really wanted was an iced americano to somewhat brighten his mood.

once he walked he was bombarded with an annoyingly high and happy voice greeting him. “hello sir! how are you today?” his obvious stoic and cold face didn’t deter you, how particular? “i’d like an ice americano, extra ice” iced coffee in the dead of winter fit his cold aura, he decided to ignore your question about how he was. even in a better mood he’d be less inclined to answer your obnoxious questions even more so right now. you simply nodded and began to ring up his item.

“anything else?” you lifted your head, smiling happily.

“if i wanted something, i would’ve ordered something more” his voice cut through the happy and light atmosphere, his voice sharp and bitter coincidentally like the coffee he was ordering. you nodded “well with such a bitter drink m’surprised you’re not getting a sweet treat” you spoke softly but there was such a light tone to your voice.

you took his card, he didn’t reply.

so you didn’t either.

you called him for the order and walked away from the counter ready to take the next order, his eyebrows raised noticing a box next to his drink“I didn’t order a pastry.”

you turned back “i know! it’s on the house from new customers” you smiled dusting your hands off on your apron.

cute he thought

he wanted to refuse, but you walked away, he was already late. and he didn’t want to debate with an overly happy coffee worker over pastries. so he took them and left.

sitting at his desk he sipped his drink, it wasn’t his usual brew like he’d normally drink but it’d do. he looked at the box and he thought to give it away. to rid himself of those overly sweet treats but his curiosity got the best of him. and he opened the box, two strawberry tarts. his brows furrowed, ready to give them away to his nearest coworker. but his curiosity got the best of him again and he took a bite of the treat and as he expected it was overly sweet—his eyes closed from how tart and sugary it was and he reached for his coffee to wash it down. his eyes opened again, his tongue relishing the taste.

he enjoyed it, the bitter contrast to the sweet. so abnormal to him, but he found himself craving it again.

so he took another bite.

soon he found himself craving that same taste again. that craving for such delicious interactions and his usual brewery wasn’t satiating his cravings. so there he was at the same coffee shop, he saw you through the window.

“iced americano, extra ice.” he spoke again, your head perked up. “i could only recognized such an order before!” you smiled, “seems like those tarts did the trick mm?” you laughed softly, he looked slightly unease—shifting his weight.

after finishing his drink, you sat the finished drink down on the counter as well as another pastry box “i’m not a new customer, so what’s this?” he spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone that made you chuckle, “little gift from me to you” you smiled, spinning around and hopping away.

he looked down at his coffee, heart ice cubes. he smiled to himself, and the box was filled with the sweet tarts again. when he finished his drink, he was ready to throw it away until he realized there was a message written in black ink on the cup.

“hope you become a regular from now on ~ y/n :3”

“y/n” he muttered to himself. smiling at the way he sounded.

so cute

weeks continued and soobin became a regular at the coffee shop, he had small conversations with you when it wasn’t busy. sure it earned him a good scolding from his boss for getting at his job 35 minutes late but, he had a regular craving for the coffee.

no he had a craving for you, your sweetness

he learned what you liked, your favorite sweets and noticing your favorite sweater you’d wear now that it was getting colder. “y/n?” you looked up while making his coffee ‘mmm?’ you hummed focused on making his drink with precision “how old are you again?” your eyes lifted up as the coffee brewed, “how old?”I just turned nineteen” you smiled softly and nodded as you spoke, god that smile is doing things to him.

“i’m twenty eight” he said carefully, like he didn’t want to break this fragile relationship that he was enjoying so much. he was gauging your reaction ready for you to taken aback, instead—“i’ve always wanted someone older” you spoke softly, in that same soft tone that made his heart crave more. he felt his jaw tense and his shoulders relaxed. he nodded “good to know.” you looked up and gave him a cheeky smile, giggling afterwards. oh how he loved how sweet you were

thankfully soobin was smart enough to ask what was your work schedule this week, you were working the closing shift on friday.

11am-6pm

and he was glad that this friday he gets let off early. like a man on a mission—no, like a starved man. who hasn’t gotten enough of his daily fix yet he made his way to the shop. and there he saw you walking out, getting the keys to lock the place.

“y/n” he said softly walking up to you, you looked up after noticing him. “soobin? ah you just missed us we’re closing” you said with a soft pout in your voice, soobin swallowed.

taking a step forward he spoke “i wanted to see you-“ he looked off into the street “im craving something sweet again” he spoke, his words careful. you shifted your weight on your feet and nodded.

“i think i like you soobin” you said looking up at him. he just stared and nodded “im nineteen”to that he also nodded. his mind spiraling and feeling foggy now.

he looked back at you, taking another step “y/n its cold outside”

you nodded. “it is..” yet it doesn’t feel that way, you felt a warm flutter in your chest and the way soobin looked at you, he looked hungry for more than his usual sweet tarts. like the usual flirty comments and lingering stares wasn’t enough to satisfy his hunger, he needed more.

“y/n” he said your name again, in the same monotone voice “how far do you live?” you blinked. and pointed down the street “just a few minutes away, why-“ and just before you could finish your sentence “can i come over?” he finally got the words out “invite me over-“ he adjust his jacket slightly “invite me over… please” he said that with such want… such need.

you nodded eagerly.

“o-of course” you looked up, he was standing closer than you remembered. now standing directly in front of you, his eyes burning hard into yours as he nodded.

the walk back to your place felt excruciatingly long, you’d walk side by side with him—glancing up at him occasionally. and when you got to your apartment, you pulled your keys out, fumbling to put them in as you looked up at him. his hand reached over yours and guided the key into lock, unlocking the door for you.

and as soon as the door closed behind you two, he cupped your face. bringing you into a heated kiss… it was messy and he was fighting for dominance, you kissed back so softly and tenderly it made him whine. he pushed you against the counter and trapped you against it, your hands gripped his jacket tightly. you could taste the bitterness of the coffee still on his tongue. his kiss was similar, not bitter just intense.

he took his jacket off, discarding it on the floor. he pulled away, breath ragged “mm- why are you shaking princess?” you could only whimper slightly at the loss of contact “you’ve kissed someone before right?” he leaned in closely to your ear, laughing softly, biting down on it after he spoke “o-of course i have just- not this fast-“ your voice quivered, your chest rising and falling quickly. he smiled “i can go slow” he kissed your cheek, then the corner of your eyes “i can take my time with you-“ his lips moved to your nose then the corner of your lips “make you feel better than any boy” he finally kissed your lips slow and tender this time. “f-fuck do something with your hands” he growled which came out more as a needy whine “princess-” he spoke between kisses. he guided your hand up to his shoulders, and god you learned quick, feeling him up. he nearly lost it, your movements were just as sweet as the tarts you gave him. you clearly had zero experience given how messy and uncoordinated your movements were but it made you more addicting.

and he whined, “i’m so addicted to you- your little smile- your soft voice” his lips moved down your neck, lifting your chin up with his hand to give himself more access“so delicate, so sweet—taste just like the strawberry tarts” he kissed at the base of your neck… “you sure you’ve gotten kissed like this before?” he smirked against your neck as he lavished it with kisses. you shook your head weakly “n-no just a small—mmgh—peck here and there” you spoke breathlessly, you could feel your knees almost giving out if it wasn’t for the help of the counter. “such a innocent little girl” he bit down softly against your skin, leaving a nice heart shaped bruise on you “you need a real man mhm? someone who can treat you right?” he said softly looking up at you through his messy hair, all you could do was nod because—like him. you found yourself addicted to this sweet feeling.

“mm—soobin—“ you whined as he sucked deeply into your neck “can we be our own little secret?” he hummed in response, legs slotted between yours.

he lifted his head up to rest against your forehead, he exhaled. huffing a hot breath onto your face “mmhm—you can be my little secret, my little sweet treat hm?” he kissed your nose “mm-“ he swallowed “you taste so sweet i just want to spoil you rotten” he kissed your nose again.

you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “i can take the weight off your shoulder—be good for you” you smiled again, he really loved that smile. it felt so sinful how desperate and needy it made him feel when you flashed your eyes up at him like that, so innocently.

you were working in the back of the coffee shop, preparing the next batch of pastries—when you were told you had someone waiting for you, when you stepped out front you saw soobin. his stoic behavior crumbling as soon as your soft eyes lit up.

“binnie!” you smiled widely running to hug him, using a nickname you’d came up with.

he couldn’t help but let a breathy gasp out from your cute reaction. “mm hows my little sweet tart doing” he spoke softly as he kissed your nose.

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[toweringclam]

Who is Kris? pt 1: Kris the Vessel

It was the chocolate that sent me spiraling. I know Kris loves chocolate. Everyone talks about how much Kris loves chocolate. Chocolate items heal them more. Kris has plenty of opportunities to consume chocolate. But according to the quiz show, Kris does not like chocolate.

So that made me think... who really is "Kris"? What defines them? How can we separate what Kris wants from what we want? And if there's a third party involved in this, where can we draw that line?

Let's start with the physical. There's a strange misconception that Kris is this world's version of Chara, when that is blatantly incorrect on its face. You can confirm that just by looking at Kris in comparison to the Fallen Children's sprites.

Although their palettes are slightly different, Kris and Frisk still use shades of vibrant gold for their skin and dark brown for their hair. Chara has reddish brown hair, pale skin, and rosy cheeks. Sometimes people cite their clothing color but like... people can change clothes?? Also, that's more a case of similar circumstances. Both of them are wearing hand-me-downs from Asriel.

There's also the issue of the eyes. A lot of fans assume that Chara has red eyes, but that actually doesn't play out in the evidence. I mean, I think it's cooler and HC it that way, but I have to set my preference aside to deal with the facts. The thing is, Frisk never opens their eyes in-game. The only time they ever do is in the corrupted pacifist run, which is where we get to see the red eyes often associated with Chara. Yet every other time Chara appears, even at the end of a Genocide run, even when trying to jumpscare us, they have brown eyes. Therefore, Kris's red eyes are not a trait from Chara, but rather something Frisk had the whole time.

We can conclude then that on a purely physical level, Kris is this world's version of Frisk.

Continuing the idea that Kris and Frisk are alternates of each other, it's notable in Undertale that Frisk has an aversion to chocolate. The only time they ever find chocolate, it never even occurs to them to eat it. Could this be some sort of food sensitivity? If so, that would carry over to Kris as well, and the only times we see Kris eat chocolate, they have some adverse reaction to it.

Throat tightening after drinking cocoa

Getting a stomach ache after eating Alphys's chocolates

Slumping over on the counter after drinking chocolate milk

This doesn't count Dark World food, as it's not actually "real" and therefore wouldn't trigger any sensitivities. But I think there's enough evidence to say that Kris has some sort of sensitivity to chocolate. It's very bad for them, and even hurts them to eat it, but that doesn't necessarily stop them either (like me and cheese).

As a final note, Kris is almost shockingly athletic, both in the real world and the dark world, possessed or not. They are strong and graceful enough to balance a massive ball of stuff on their head, can slash tires quickly (harder than it sounds), have an insanely accurate throwing arm, and are skilled in several forms of dance. This doesn't resolve who they might be, but it's worth noting as a physical attribute nonetheless.

Edit: one thing I forgot to mention is that Kris's voice is described as deadpan, mumbling, weak, and shaky. When we speak, the voice is much stronger and sounds like a speaker is embedded in their throat. Again, this is something that rules out Chara as their physical vessel. From everything we know, Chara was a very talkative child.

Next: A discussion about Kris's history pre-game.

[circle--of--confusion]

Wip Wednesday!!!

Another snippet of the Cardinal Copia nose sex toy fic I posted a snippet of last week.

Here we go: Copia catches you "testing" the proposed item and he wasn’t expecting such a sight.

Warning: sexual themes and copia being a menace

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You throw your head back and know it’s close. Sweet oblivion. A high groan floats through the office the closer and closer you feel the pressure building.

“Copia, oh… Yes, just like that, oh baby…”

And then you heard something from the hallway and the whole world came crashing back into your mind. There was a crack in the door; you’d never closed it fully.

Shit.

You scramble up on sore, shaky legs, silently grimacing at the pain. The hard brick flooring wasn’t kind on your bones.

“Who’s there?” you voice wavers.

Copia wouldn’t consider himself a coward. But in this moment, he wonders if it’s better to just walk away, to make you think you were just hearing things.

“I’d at least like to know who the pervert was that was watching me,” you’d scoffed, indignant.

Welp. His gloved hand slowly wraps around the side of the door as he opens it wider. The look on your face as his red suit comes into view and then his face causes a storm of emotions to flash across your face.

Your eyes flick around him as pure noise buzzes through your head.

Annoyance.

Confusion.

Realization.

Shame.

The man you’d been indulging in your mind with had been the one to catch you. You can’t decide if that’s the best or worst case scenario. Copia stands in front you, waiting for you to speak first. He looks down to the floor and glances over the mat. Morbid curiosity got the better of him and he notices how shiny the area that’d been under you is.

A jolt of misplaced confidence runs through him. Copia looks back up to you and maintains eye contact.

“How much did you see?” you fidget with your fingers.

“Enough to see that you were enjoying yourself quite a bit, sorella.” He smiles. “I’m flattered to have heard it was my name coming from your lips.”

You huff out an uneasy laugh. “I guess I’d been inspired.”

He walks closer to you and in return, you step back to keep distance. You lose your battle when the edge of the desk presses into your upper thighs and Copia smiles down to you when he sees your wide eyes.

“How was the impostor?”

“What?”

“Were you able to come with that?” he sneers down to the side towards the toy.

You breathe deep. “I hadn’t managed to get there yet. You… interrupted me.”

He leans back, stunned. His eyebrows raise towards you. “You’re saying it’s my fault?”

You’re floundering for words. “Well, I would’ve in the end I think. I was making sure the product, ah, worked.” You nodded. “Quality control, right?”

“How would you know if it was accurate if you don’t know how it compares to the real thing?”

You gulp. “Are you… offering?”

Copia grins wide with a twinkle in his green eye. “All you have to do is ask.” He leans closer, caging you in between his arms.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Manga Vol 9 Animate Bonus SS

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Author: Satoru Yamaguchi Source: Manga Vol 9 Bonus (Animate) Synopsis: Katarina overhears some girls talking about a play and asks Ginger and Frey about it. Translation: maboroshi-no

Translation below ⮟

While carrying something I was asked to deliver to the student council room, I, Katarina Claes, happened to hear a lively conversation between some female students.

Girl A: That play…

Girl B: The actor was so close that our eyes met…

Girl C: That trendy play adapting a novel…

"A play",  "an actor"? "the trendy play adapting a novel"?

I was curious but delivering the item came first, so I headed to the student council room.

Ginger / Frey: Lady Katarina, thank you very much.

In the student council room, my juniors Ginger and Frey walked up to me and told me this. I asked them about the discussion I overheard earlier. When I did,

Frey: Going to small theaters in town seems to be in vogue lately, so I think this is what it is about. 

Frey told me this.

Katarina: Oh, I see. I had no idea. I am curious about the trendy plays in town.

When I said this,

Ginger: They are the kind of plays that commoners and lower nobles watch, so I don't think they correspond to what high-ranked nobles like you would view.

Ginger quickly served tea and sweets as she bluntly said this. Her tsundere character was so adorable.

Looking at her friend, Frey made a little smile, and while keeping her eyes on her,

Frey: You say that, but didn't you go watch that play the other day?

She said this. Ginger made a startled face.

Ginger: Eh?! Why do you…

Frey: Why, you ask? You precisely wrote "watching a play" as a reason for your outing.

Frey said this while chuckling.

Ginger: Ah… Erm…

Ginger grumbled this and closed her mouth. It seemed like she really went to watch the play that everyone was talking about. 

Katarina: So you watched it, Ginger? How was it? Was it good?

When I leaned in and asked this,

Ginger: Well, I happened to get a ticket, so I only went to broaden my knowledge. 

Ginger shook her hand sideways, maybe because she found going to the theater embarrassing. Frey smiled again and said,

Frey: You say that, but weren't you happily filling your notebook with your impressions of the play?

Ginger: Eh?!  Why do you…?!

Frey: Oh, was I right on? I was just saying this to see…

Ginger: ?!

Ginger was as red as a beet. Or rather, she was cute today as always.

Katarina: In that case, Ginger, won't you go with me next time?

After I had said this, the red-faced Ginger made a little nod.

[morgana-larkin]

I wanted to thank everyone who went to read "Distance" on my patreon! For those of you who haven't and would like to, here's the link ! Anyway, here's the next chapter of Mine! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Mine - Part 27

Summary: You celebrate the twin's 3rd birthday and Valentine's Day!

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Words: 5.7K

You and Melissa are on the ground beside the bed, panting. Melissa reaches up and grabs the ends of the blanket and pulls it down to put over you both.

“Wow, it’s been awhile since we’ve had sex that…actively.” Melissa says. You’re on top of her and your head is on her chest.  

“Well I think the kids not being here is helping.” You tell her and she chuckles. “Speaking of which, we should go get them.” You add and she looks at the time.

“5 more minutes.” She says and wraps her arms around you, tightly.

You’re both on your way to get the kids as you’re on your phone, looking at something. At a red light she looks over and sees you’re looking at something on Amazon.

“What are you looking at?” She asks and you scroll up and show her.

“This. It’s called a swivel chair and it helps kids with autism. I was thinking of getting it for Caty for her birthday. And then a little guitar for Nico.” You tell her and she nods.

“Ya, that sounds good.” She says and you add both items to the cart.

“By the way, how did we end up on the floor while having sex?” You ask her and she laughs.

“I rolled the wrong way when I tried to get on top.” She explains and you laugh.

“That’s what you were trying to do?”

“Shut up.” She says with a smile.

You both get to the daycare and you walk into the baby room and see Bella and Mia there. You see Bella playing with blocks and Mia on her tummy. You pick up the twins and place them in the stroller as Melissa talks with the supervisor. You both then go to the toddler room and see Nico and Caty playing with a dollhouse together.

“Hey Dolcezza and Ometto.” Melissa says and they both look up and see both of you there.

“Mamma!” Nico exclaims as he goes to run to her.

“Mommy.” Caty says as she runs to you.

“How was your day?” Melissa asks them both.

“It was fun.” Nico says with a smile and she smiles at him.

“Well that’s great. What about you Dolcezza?” She asks Caty.

“Ya, fun.” She agrees and Melissa smiles at her as well. You then go to the kiddie room and see Amelia there, sitting in a chair with a pout.

“Hey Tesoro, what’s wrong?” Melissa asks her and Amelia looks up and crosses her arms.

“You always pick me up before the big handle on the clock is on the 6 and the small handle is on the 3. The big handle is on the 1 and the big one is on the 4 which means you’re late.” She complains and Melissa looks at you.

“When the hell did she learn to read a clock?” Melissa whispers to you and you shrug.

“No fucking clue.” You whisper back to her.

“Mommy and I had something to do before picking all of you up, that’s all.” Melissa tells her and Amelia doesn’t believe it. Melissa looks at you and you lean on the stroller handle and gesture to Amelia. You’re putting it on Melissa as it was her idea to have sex before picking the kids up, although you agreed right away. “How about we make it up to you by watching whatever you want?” Melissa suggests as she bends down to Amelia’s level.

“No, because I’m not 4 years old anymore, why are you late?” Amelia asks and you try not to laugh as she sounds exactly like Melissa.

“I told you, Mommy and I had to do something.” Melissa tells her.

“What did you have to do?” Amelia asks and you know Melissa is at a loss for words.

“We-we, um, had to-had to finish something for work.” Melissa struggled through as she tried to think of something to say. “But we’re here now and we can all go home.” Melissa adds as she gets up and holds out a hand for Amelia. Amelia takes her hand after a few seconds and gets up off the chair. Amelia puts her coat and boots on as Melissa walks up to you. “What are you smirking at?” She asks.

“Nothing, just, she’s more like you everyday.” You tell her.

“You could have helped out, you know.” She says.

“I could have, but watching you fail was much more entertaining.” You say and she playfully shoves you and you laugh. She then traps you between the stroller and her and she puts her hands on the handle.

“Maybe next time when one of the kids is angry then I’ll just watch you deal with it.” She threatens and you quirk an eyebrow.

“That is such an empty threat. We both know that you love helping kids with whatever problem they're experiencing.” 

“I hate it when you’re right.” She says as she pulls back and looks at Amelia putting on her mitts.

You both get home and you put the twins in their high chairs that you recently got them to get them to try food. Melissa comes out with applesauce and gives it to you before she goes to watch the other kids. Melissa looks up when you talk to the girls and sees you give Bella her first bite of food. She sees Bella swallow and then she opens her mouth for more. You give Bella another bite and then you go and give some to Mia. Mia has the same reaction and opens her mouth for more. You hear a couple toys hit the ground hard and look to see Amelia looking angry again.

“No!” Amelia shouts at Melissa before she gets up and sits on the couch with her arms crossed. Melissa sighs before she looks at you. You get her to come over to where you are and you give her the applesauce and spoon. 

“You feed the twins and I’ll try to talk to her.” You say and she nods. 

You get up and go over to the couch. Amelia looks up at you briefly before she goes back to looking out the window from the couch. You sit down beside her and have your body facing towards her. 

“Sweetheart, what are you really angry about?” You ask her softly and Amelia sighs and doesn’t respond. “If you’re not angry at something then maybe you’re more upset about something.” You try a different approach. 

“You were both late.” Amelia mutters out. 

“We were. And how do you feel about that?” You ask her and she looks at you. 

“How late were you?” She then asks.

“About 40 minutes.” You answer honestly.

“I didn’t know where you were or if you were going to come and get me.” She tells you and then looks at her hands. 

“Did you think that we forgot about you?” You ask and she looks at you and you see her eyes get watery. All she does and nods and you reach out and grab one of her hands. “Sweetheart, we will never ever forget about you or your siblings.” You tell her as you rub her hand. “Sometimes Mamma and I will be late but we will always remember to come and get you and your siblings.” You say and you see a couple tears roll down her cheeks. “Come here.” You say and you have your arms out. 

Amelia crawls on your lap and you hug her as more tears roll down her face. Melissa looks at you two in that moment and she has her mouth open in shock as she hates when one of her kids cries. After the girls finish eating, Melissa puts them in their new playpen and then she goes over to you two on the couch. Amelia already finished crying at that point and just has her head on your chest, over your heart. 

“Wanna tell Mamma what you told me?” You ask Amelia and you feel her wipe her tears away. She stays curled up on you and you have your arms around her for comfort. 

“I thought that maybe you both forgot about me.” Amelia says softly and you see Melissa’s entire face change from neutral to guilt very quickly. 

“Tesoro, we’d never forget about you.” Melissa tells her. 

“But I thought you did. I didn’t know where you were.” Amelia says. 

“Ok that’s fair. How about when we know we’re going to be late, we’ll call the daycare or the pre-k place and tell them to tell you that we’ll be late.” Melissa suggests and Amelia thinks about it.

“I like that idea.” She says. 

“Although you’ll be going to Abbott with us in September anyway, so we’ll be in the same building as you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I’ll be with you and Mamma all day?” She asks.

“Not specifically with us but in the same building.” You say. “You’ll be in aunt Barb’s class in September.” You tell her and she smiles. 

At night you end up pining Melissa against the sink counter and she looks at you in shock and confusion.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“I want to tell you that you shouldn’t feel guilty about what Amelia thought.” You tell her sternly and she looks down. 

“It was my idea to go home and have sex before getting the kids and the entire time she thought we forgot about her.” Melissa says and you cup her cheeks. 

“It’s not your fault, we didn’t know she’d think that or that she figured out with the clock when we pick her up.” You say and she nods. 

“I still feel bad.” She tells you and you put your hand over her heart. 

“And I love that you care so much about your family, it’s one of the reasons I love you so much.” You say and you see her blush. “Never change.” You tell her and she smiles. 

“I don’t plan to.” She simply says and then kisses you. “By the way it looks like getting Caty a heavier blanket is working as she hasn’t slept with us in a week.” She says and you nod. 

“Well I read that a weighted blanket works for autistic kids but can’t really get that for a 3 year old so I thought a heavier blanket might work.” You tell her. 

“Let’s get some sleep.” She says and you nod as you both go to bed. 

*2 weeks later, February 4*

“And cake is ready.” Melissa says as she takes it out of the oven. 

“Do we add the icing now?” Amelia asks as she goes on the stool and looks at the cake.

“Not yet, we have to wait for it to cool down as it can fall apart if we do it right now.” Melissa explains. 

Upstairs you finish tying a bow perfectly on Caty’s head. You have just enough time to take a picture before she grabs the bow and takes it off.

“Seriously? You had to wait to do that when I did it perfectly?” You ask her. 

A few minutes later you come downstairs with the twins all dressed up just as Melissa comes out of the kitchen with some snacks with Amelia. You look at the playpen and see the two girls are in there playing with some toys. 

“Did she not keep the bow on?” Melissa asks you and you shake your head.

“She waited until I did it perfectly on the fifth try and then she threw it off.” You tell her and she laughs. 

“Well at least she likes the blue shirt with the pretty pink flowers on it.” Melissa says as she bends down to look at Caty’s new shirt. 

“Do you like it Mamma?” Caty asks and Melissa nods with a smile.

“What about my shirt, Mamma?” Nico asks and Melissa looks at his outfit. She sees you dressed in a nice looking dark blue shirt and black dress pants. “Mommy says I look handsome.” 

“Oh you look very handsome, Ometto.” Melissa says and then the doorbell rings.

30 minutes later you see the 2 toddlers playing with Nico, you both decided to invite the 2 kids that you’ve seen Nico play with at daycare frequently. You see Caty is sitting on Melissa’s lap as Melissa talks to your parents. Amelia is talking to Barb, talking about kindergarten while you put the two twin girls in their playpen as you just finished feeding them. You go and sit beside Melissa on the loveseat and Melissa smiles at you quickly before continuing to talk to your parents.

“So you didn’t invite any of your siblings, Melissa?” Your mom asks and Melissa shakes her head.

“We agreed that it would be too many people for Caty.” Melissa tells her.

“We didn’t want to overwhelm her again.” You add and Melissa nods.

“You are both supporting her amazingly. You’re both figuring out what she needs and what helps and doing exactly that.” Your mom tells you both. 

“We’d do anything for our kids.” Melissa says softly before she starts tickling Caty and Caty starts squirming and giggling.

“Ahh! Mamma!” She squeals.

Half an hour later Melissa takes a bite of a chip as she looks at her family. Nico is playing with the 2 toddlers with his toys, Caty is showing her toy to Barb and Gerald, Amelia is talking to the trio about anything that comes to her mind and you’re talking to your parents and her mom.

“No, it’s true, I was able to read 6 words at pre-k this week.” Amelia tells the trio and they all gasp.

“No way, what words?” Jacob asks her.

“I read the words go, dog, mom, at, cat and no.” Amelia says to them.

“Oh my god, those are some amazing words to learn, you’ll be amazing in kindergarten in September.” Janine tells her.

“What grades do you all teach again?” Amelia asks.

“I teach second grade with your mamma.” Janine tells her.

“I teach first grade.” Gregory says.

“And I teach 8th grade social studies and history.” Jacob says.

“You teach second grade with my mamma?” She asks Janine and Janine nods. “So will I get two teachers in second grade?” She asks as Melissa walks up behind her.

“No Tesoro, just one. Janine and I teach the same grade but have different kids in our class.” Melissa explains to her.

“So which teacher will I get in second grade?” She asks Melissa.

“I don’t know, you might get me or you might get Janine.” Melissa tells her.

“Well I hope I get you, Mamma.” Amelia says and Melissa smiles.

“I hope you’re in my class as well, Tesoro.” Melissa says to her and then looks at you. “I think I have to go rescue your mommy from my ma.” Melissa suddenly says and everyone sees you looking horrified at whatever Teresa is telling you. Melissa walks up to where you, your parents and her mom are and can hear what her mom is telling you.

“And it got everywhere. Then all of a sudden Melissa was fine, like she wasn’t throwing up for a week.” Teresa tells you and you have your eyes wide.

“It almost seems like you’re telling horror stories with the way my wife is looking at you.” Melissa says as she stands beside you and wraps an arm around you.

“In a way she is.” You say, still in shock. “Stories about the horrors of having sick children.”

“How did you get on that topic?” Melissa asks you all.

“I honestly don’t remember.” You tell her. 

“Hmm, well come on, let’s go get them to open presents.” Melissa suggests and you nod. 

“So this next one is from Janine, Gregory and Jacob.” You say as you read the card out loud. Nico and Caty both rip the wrapping paper off to reveal 2 PlasmaCars. “Oh my god, I had one when I was a kid.” You exclaim.

“So did I, which is how I knew it would be perfect for your kids.” Janine tells you.

“Mel, did you have one?” Jacob asks Melissa and Melissa shakes her head. 

“No, what do they do?” She asks as Amelia is on her lap.

“Well your kid sits on it, you push them and they get to move the wheel and control where they go. They can also use their feet to push themselves.” You explain as you look at the gifts. “Thanks guys.” You tell the trio. 

Melissa gets the presents that you and her got them and you watch as they rip the wrapping paper off. Caty looks at the swivel chair in confusion and then Melissa picks her up and places her in the chair.

“What do you think?” Melissa asks Caty as Nico looks at his toy guitar. 

“Comfy.” Caty says and then she leans back to relax in it. 

“So you can look at your books or play with your toys in here.” Melissa explains and Caty smiles. Melissa then looks over and sees you’re freeing the guitar from the box for Nico. You free the guitar and pop in the batteries before giving it to him. Nico pushes a few buttons and it makes noise and he smiles. 

You both watch as they open the rest of their gifts and they keep getting distracted by playing with their new toys. You ended up getting the scissors from the kitchen to get all of the toys out. 

After all the toys are unwrapped and free from the restraints and boxes, then you let the twins play with their new toys. While they play with their toys, all the adults start talking to each other and Amelia chimes in every now and then. 

“And all the kids make such cute little Valentine’s Day cards for their parents.” Janine tells everyone with a big smile. 

“My students did as well, they had so much fun.”  You say. 

“Can I make a Valentine’s Day card?” Amelia asks and you all look at her. 

“If you don’t make one at daycare or pre-k by Valentine’s Day then you can make one here.” Melissa tells her and Amelia nods. 

Half an hour later the twins start getting bored so Melissa goes into the kitchen to light the candles on the cake. She then goes out and you all see her come out so you stop talking. 

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Nico and Caty, happy birthday to you.” Everyone sings as Melissa brings the cake to them. Nico and Caty look at the candles and Melissa shows them what to do. Nico blows out his candles on one side of the cake and then Caty copies him with her own candles. 

Melissa cuts the cake while you hand out the pieces to everyone. When everyone gets a piece, Melissa cuts a piece for you and her to share and you grab 2 spoons. You both sit at the dinner table to join everyone and Melissa puts the plate down and you both start eating it. 

“So does anyone have any interesting plans for the rest of today or tomorrow?” You ask. 

“Gregory and I are going to Bonetown for a date.” Janine chimes in and you see Melissa’s unimpressed face. 

“I thought my wife asked if there was anything interesting you have planned.” Melissa deadpans. 

“Well that could be interesting, I mean it’s cute that they still like to go on lots of dates with each other even though they’re married.” You tell her and she looks at you. 

“Are you referring to the fact that we haven’t gone on a date in awhile? Cause I would like to point out that we have 5 kids.” Melissa tells you.

“I know and I wasn’t.” You say to her. “I’m just saying that it’s nice that they haven’t lost that spark to their relationship. I mean we haven’t lost the spark.” 

“I think it’s more of a burning flame now.” Melissa tells you with a smile.

“Me, Janine and Gregory are going to trivia night at Ruby’s tomorrow night.” Jacob says and you all look at him. You then see Melissa taking a piece of the cake and you push it off her spoon and she looks at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“What was that for?” She asks you.

“Felt like it.” You say and then you go to take a bite but she pushes it off your spoon as payback. 

“Do you guys want to come to trivia night with us?” Janine asks you both.

“Hell no.” Melissa immediately says.

“Melissa.” You say sternly and she looks at you.

“What?” She asks, clearly confused and you look at Janine.

“What she meant to say was we would love to come but can’t.” You tell Janine. “Right Melissa?” 

“Sure.” Melissa says as she puts some cake on her spoon. You kick her shin and you see her mouth an ‘ow’. “I mean yes, that’s what I meant to say.” She says. “That was my shin.” She mutters to you. 

Half an hour later she’s watching you from the couch as you’re sitting on the floor, playing with the twins and their new toys. She hears a tiny giggle and looks at Mia that’s on her lap after feeding her. She sees Bella is on your mom’s lap and still drinking from the bottle. She turns Mia around so they’re face to face and Melissa smiles at her. Mia then reaches out and touches Melissa’s face. 

“I’m your Mamma little one.” She says and Mia smiles. She then looks over and sees Amelia talking a mile a minute to the trio. 

“And then they did a spin like this.” Amelia says as she describes and shows an example of the dance you and Melissa did on Christmas Eve. 

“We did a waltz to Carol of the Bells.” Melissa tells them and Amelia nods.

“Ya, they did, and it was amazing.” Amelia says. “Mamma has been teaching me so I can dance like her and Mommy.” Amelia adds and then somehow switches topics to something very unrelated to dancing.

You and Melissa have gotten used to her switching topics very quickly to something totally unrelated to what she was talking about before. It never really bothered either of you as it was often entertaining what would randomly pop in her head. 

Melissa then grabs the teething ring and hands it to Mia and she sucks on it. She rubs Mia’s cheek as it’s been irritating her a lot lately and Mia leans into the touch and sighs.

“I know, it’s painful, my bambina.” She tells her softly. Mia then lays her head on Melissa’s chest and bites the teething ring to try and stop the pain.

About half an hour later is when everyone leaves and you both thank them all for coming. You both turn around and you see Amelia running around with a smile and her hands out like a helicopter. 

“How much sugar did she have?” You ask Melissa and she shrugs.

“Wasn’t really keeping track.” Melissa tells you.

*10 days later, February 14*

You wake up from Melissa grabbing your waist and squeezing really hard. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, amore.” She says softly in your ear and you hum.

“Happy Valentine’s Day my love.” You tell her as she lets you go and you turn around. Melissa sits up and reaches inside the nightstand to pull out a gift. “When the hell did you get a gift? I help you put away the groceries.” You ask her as you take the gift.

“Snuck it in my purse and made Amelia swear not to tell you.” She admits and you laugh as you unwrap it. You see that she got you your favourite chocolates in a heart shaped box.

“Thank you.” You tell her and give her a kiss. “I got you something as well.” You say as you reach underneath the bed and then hand it to her. She unwraps it and sees you got her a printed version of the picture she took at the hospital after the twin girls were born. You got an engraved picture frame that says “La Mia Famiglia”.

“Oh my god, I love it.” She says and then gives you a hug. “It’s going right on my desk at work.” She says proudly as she looks at the photo. “I got it arranged where your parents are coming here to look after all the kids while we go to your favourite restaurant as I was also able to make a reservation.” Melissa says and you open your mouth before launching forward and hugging her. She didn’t expect you to do that so she fell back and took you with her and she laughs.

You both go to work and the both of you get valentine’s day cards from all of your students. A few of your students even gave Melissa a card as she is their favourite teacher, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. At the end of the day Melissa wraps her arms around you from behind and puts her head on your shoulder.

“Ready for our date?” She whispers in your ear and you hum.

“Yes.” You tell her and then turn around in her hold and kiss her.

“Save that for when you get home.” Ava says as she walks by you both.

You both pull apart and you smile at her as she looks in her eyes. She holds your hand and she smiles.

“Even after almost 12 years I still love you so much.” She tells you and you kiss her cheek. “Come on, let’s go eat.” She says and she grabs your hand and then brings you to the van. 

You both pick up all your kids from daycare and then drive home with them. Your parents arrive an hour later and then Melissa quickly brings you out to the van and drives you to the restaurant. She opens the car door for you and holds her hand out and you take her hand and step out. 

“You’re such a gentlewoman.” You tell her and you kiss her. 

She puts a finger under your chin and lifts it up. “Only for you baby.” She tells you and you smile at her. “I’m starving, let’s go eat.” She says and then they go and walk to the restaurant. 

“Starving for just food?” You ask her and she laughs. 

“Well for dinner and then some…dessert.” She says the last word while looking at you and winks. 

You both sit at the booth you were brought to and you look at the menu. You look up from the menu for a second and you see Melissa looking at you. 

“See something you like?” You ask her and she nods. 

“I love the kids but we don’t have a lot of moments with just you and me anymore.” She says and you smile.

“I feel the same way.” You tell her. The waiter comes and you both say what you want and then he leaves you two be. You look at her and smile before you go and sit next to her.

“What are you doing?” She asks with a smile and she leans her head on her hand that’s on the table.

“Just sitting next to my wife.” You say and she grabs your hand. 

You both then fall into a conversation until the food arrives. You both start eating and you place your left hand on her thigh. Melissa doesn’t think anything of it as you’ve both done that many times. You start rubbing her thigh and Melissa freezes and looks at you. You go to her inner thigh and Melissa grabs your hand. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks you.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t had sex in public before.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow. 

You then trail your hand to the hem of her leggings and stick your hand inside it. Melissa is glad that there’s a tablecloth there to hide what you’re doing to her. You put your hand in her underwear and find her clit. You circle her clit and you hear her breathing deepen and quicken. She moves her body so that you’ll have room to slip a finger in her entrance, so you do. You slip 2 fingers in her and immediately start pumping and she bites her lip to keep quiet. 

“Are you finding it difficult to keep quiet?” You whisper and she lets a whimper slip out. 

“Y-yes.” She says, very breathy. 

You start pumping faster and she grabs your thigh and presses her nails into your leg. She closes her eyes and tries to control her breathing and not look like she’s getting fucked right now. She feels you curl your fingers in her and hits the spot that makes her lose all thoughts. She feels her orgasm start to build and lets out a few deep breaths. You feel her clench around your fingers and know she’s close so you decide to tease her right before she does and you lean in close to her ear. 

“Are you going to come all over my fingers like a good girl?” You ask her and she whimpers. You then feel her clench even more before she comes all over your fingers. You give her a second before you pull out of her and lick your fingers. “Looks like I got my dessert early.” You say and she’s trying to control her breathing. 

“I don’t know if I hate you or love you for doing that in here.” She tells you and you smirk. She gets her breathing under control and then you both continue eating the food. When you’re done, she leans her head on your shoulder and hums. “That orgasm took a lot out of me.” She says and you kiss her forehead.

“Want me to drive us home?” You ask and she nods. The waiter comes to collect the empty plates and you ask for the bill. After paying, you walk her to the van while holding her hand and you open the door for her. 

“I guess you’re being a gentlewoman now.” She says and you shrug before you close the door and get in the driver’s seat. 

“Seems a common courtesy to at least open the door for your wife after fucking her in a restaurant.” You tell her and she laughs.

You get home to all of your kids there and Amelia looks to be playing a card game with your dad, the toddler twins are playing with their birthday toys and the girls in their playpen while your mom is on the couch and watching both sets of twins.

“Mamma! Mommy!” Amelia exclaims when she sees you both and you both smile.

“Hi, Tesoro, having fun?” Melissa asks her and Amelia nods.

“Grandpa taught me how to play go fish and now playing snap.” Amelia explains and then you see Amelia and your dad continue putting cards down at the same time. “SNAP!” Amelia says as slams her hand down on the cards.

“Ah, you’re too good at this game.” Your dad says and you walk up to them and watch.

“How were the twins, both sets of them?” Melissa asks your mom.

“Oh they were perfect. We fed the girls the food you told us to give them and we gave the other 3 the dinner that you left for everyone in the fridge.” Your mom tells her and Melissa nods before she lifts Mia up.

“Hi little one, is your mouth still hurting?” Melissa asks her as Mia is biting the teething ring. 

“She was fussy earlier, I think those teeth are coming in fast.” Your mom tells Melissa. 

“Maybe everyone can have some ice cream tonight, and soothe those gums.” Melissa tells Mia and Mia lays her head on Melissa’s chest.

“You were born to be a mother.” Your mom says and Melissa looks at her. “You’re incredible with all of your kids.”

“I helped raise my siblings, so I got a head start.” Melissa tells her. 

“You may have helped raise your siblings but not everyone will raise their kids with the amount of care and love that you do.” 

“Thank you.” Melissa says and your mom nods. 

“SNAP!” You all hear and look to see Amelia won the game. 

“How did you win again?” Your dad asks and Amelia giggles. 

“Alright, I think it’s time to head out now that the mothers have returned.” Your mom announces and your dad gets up. 

You thank your parents for looking after them and then they leave after they say goodbye to everyone. You then take the cards from the table and shuffle them and Amelia looks at you curiously.

“Alright, time to see your go fish skills.” You tell her and Amelia smiles. “Let’s go to the couch.” You suggest and you both walk over.

Amelia sits on the couch beside Melissa who’s holding Mia and you sit on the loveseat. You deal the cards and then the game starts. Melissa watches you both play together and she even helps Amelia out. 

“Ask for that.” Melissa says as she points to a card.

“Do you have any 4’s?” Amelia asks and you glare at Melissa before handing over three 4’s. 

“I think this is cheating as you have a great memory.” You say and Melissa laughs. “Do you have any 10’s?” You ask. 

“Go fish.” Amelia says and you pick a card from the pile. “I win!” Amelia exclaims 10 minutes later and she gives Melissa a high five. 

“Alright, I think it’s time everyone got ready for bed.” Melissa says and you look at the time and see she’s right. 

30 minutes later you close Nico’s door and then walk to the bedroom. You enter and see there’s a couple of electric candles on and the lights are dimmed. You see Melissa there and she walks up to you. 

“You didn’t think Valentine’s Day was over, did you?” She asks as she takes your shirt off and then unclips your bra. “Because I still haven’t had my dessert.” She adds before she wraps her mouth around a nipple.

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HAIII okay buttered noodles r 10/10 what :0 ummmm I forgot what I was gonna ask hold on

HAII!! thank u for reminding me to post this oneshot!! somehow!! 0_<

(thank you for the buttered noodle appeciation <3!!)

cashier!hange zoë meet cute!!

part two maybe!! :3 i'll be back in a little bit with a cowboy!hange request!! i've had this one in the drafts for a while hehe ^^ (divider creds to @/cinnamoncafe!!)

part one

hange tapped their fingers on their register, absentmindedly glancing around the empty convenience store. soft bossa nova was playing in the background, soothing their brain into mush. it didn’t help with how hot the sun was- the whirring of the A/C practically coaxed them into nap time.

they needed to stay awake though. to see you.

about 3 months ago, the janky automatic doors had opened to reveal the most stunning human being they'd ever seen- which just so happened to be yourself.

you hadn’t done much to win their affection, but the simple way you had strolled in, bought a snack, and literally just complimented their hair made Hange fall head over heels in love.

it embarrassed them that they barely knew anything about you- how could someone be so deeply in love and so utterly clueless at the same time???

that didn’t matter now though. what mattered now was that their watch them it was 3pm- the exact hour you’d be showing up.

Eand sure enough, two minutes later, you strode into the shop, shooting Hange a smile that made their knees turn to jelly and their heart skip a concerning amount of beats.

oh gods- what were they going to say?? internally, Hange cursed themself heavily. they were a scientist for heavens sake- shouldn’t they be prepared for any outcome??

they followed your slow figure throughout the store closely, resting their hand on their palm like a little kid making googly eyes at their crush.

when they heard the sound of your shoes clacking against the tile floors, Hange immediately sprang back up to assume their usual cashier position.

nervously, they shot you a grin as you placed your items on their counter, trying their best to seek as normal as humanly possible.

“hey, you’re hange, right?” they perked up hopefully. “levi’s friend?” a fist of disappointment punched them square in the face.

yet another gorgeous girl was going to ask them to set her up with levi ackerman- Hange’s best friend and fellow bandmate.

mentally letting out a deep sigh, they responded.

“yeah, that’s me. why’re you asking?” they playfully quirked up one eyebrow. “wait, wait, let me guess- you want me to set you up with him?"

almost immediately you made a fake gagging noise, much to Hange’s surprise. “sorry, sorry!! that’s kinda rude of me. he’s just like… not my type. if you get what I mean.”

hange thanked whatever generous deity had blessed them today, because OH MY GOD YOU WERE QUEER!!!

“oh, yeah no, i totally get that. i swing that way myself.” they chuckled, scanning another one of your items. “but- why would ya ask about Levi if you didn’t want to fuck him or something?”

you gave hange a quick once-over with a look of disbelief, like they’d just said something absolutely outrageous.

“i knew you guys hung out and- i wanted to get closer to you.” intense eye contact ensues. “you seem like a cool person and… we knew each other in highschool, so it’d be cool to reconnect.”

hange’s brain immediately stopped working. you went to the same school as them??? surely they would’ve remembered someone as breathtaking as you being in the same vicinity as them!!

“oh, for real? I don’t really remember highschool at all!” a plain lie. they could tell you every single detail about every day they were in that building since freshman year.

"wait, actually?" you raised an eyebrow at them. "are you sure? i was in, like, all of your classes every year. we did tons of projects together too..."

shiiiittttt... how were they going to salvage this??

"cooool. man, i wish i could remember you, you seem really interesting..." hange sighs dramatically and leans against the counter, putting on their strange nerd charm as much as possible. "if only there were some way for us to connect again, after all this time..."

they deeply exhale once more, halfheartedly scanning the last of your items while looking up at you through their oval shaped glasses.

"if you want my number you should just ask for it, dork." you giggled at their antics, sliding forward a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

for about a solid minute, hange stood there, staring at the piece of paper you had given them.

was this actually happening?

"oh, sweeeeet! thanks."

they stood there smiling like it was the medieval times they'd been given a dozen cows or something.

now, hange was frozen. which you hadn't prepared for.

it seemed they had two ways they could be excited: the first way was the most common, where they ran around screaming while flapping their hands, a triumphant glimmer in their eyes.

the second way was... this. they would be staring at something unblinkingly, a impossibly wide smile plastered on their lips, completely silent.

"uh... hange? you alright there?"

they look up from the note, the blinding sunlight from the dirty store windows making their irises look like deep, dark pools of honey. cliche, i know.

"yeah! yeah- i could never be better, honestly." hange clears their throat, trying to look as unflustered as possible.

"well, i've gotta go. got some errands to run before i crash tonight." you shoot them a quick smile- they try not to melt. "you'll call me later, won't you?"

hange tried their best to hold back their wide grin, nodding as they slid forward the plastic bag full of your goodies.

"i'll see ya later, cutie."

the second you left the store, their entire body immediately relaxed and an unfamiliar warmth creeped up onto their cheeks.

for the first time in forever, they are absolutely smitten.

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[sorry if this isn't very good !! i'm going thru a yucky writer's block, so this was just a quick thing i needed to put out, hehe ^^]

[jumped-for-the-yaoi]

i fear this admiration will be the end of me

wordcount: 1,324 words / tw for uhm. stabbing?

okay so. I’m back in the fucking building again. @pancake-x2 made this SICK wemmro art a few days back and I don’t think I’ve been normal since. have some incoherent toxic wemmro . These FREAKS slash pos

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Ro stands on the outskirts of the battlefield in the aftermath of the war.

Cobwebs and blood and scattered remains of unlooted items are strewn across the grassy plains, and everything is silent. Most of the server’s members have logged off or have long retreated to their own bases, and Ro finds herself still standing here, alone.

Or, well. She thought she was alone. There’s the unmistakable sound of an elytra’s sweeping wings, accompanied by a flurry of firework rockets and the sharp taste of gunpowder in the air not far away.

An elytra is swept back into an inventory. Footsteps approach, slow and confident.

There’s nothing useful left on the battlefield to scavenge for, and no one else visible in the open. Whoever is here is looking for her.

Ro doesn’t try to run or turn around, but he fights the urge to splash another bottle of invis. (The armour she wears still glitter with linings of amethyst. For the first time, she feels more vulnerable with them on than off.)

“Oh hello there, Roshambo,” a voice purrs behind her, smooth and lilting and far too close for her liking. “So, what have you been up to?”

“Nothing much,” Ro shrugs a little, keeping her voice still and uninterested. “You?”

“Not much,” Wemmbu echoes back with a laugh. “Yeah, uhm. I just killed, like, the entire server. No big deal.” He pauses meaningfully. “I was looking for you, actually.”

Ro hums in reply, tensing a little. He turns away, keeping a sliver of Wemmbu in his periphery just in case. “Oh, yeah? What’s up?”

Wemmbu leisurely walks in a circle, repositioning himself so that he stands directly in front of Ro. “I just wanted to have a little- a little chat, you know what I mean?”

There’s a glint in his eyes, one of curiosity and intrigue but also something deadly. Ro swallows.

When she doesn’t say anything, Wemmbu continues. “I just thought I’d come back and collect some cobs or something,” he starts conversationally. “What was it, like, a 5v20? I was lowkey drained, I’m not even gonna lie.”

Ro just hums in response, watching as Wemmbu steps closer. His black wings seem to swallow the light, crowding her vision.

“Anyways. I came back, saw you here, and remembered, like, you had the same armour trims, right?”

“…Yeah.” It’s uncanny how similar they look right now, sunlight bouncing off diamond. Ro’s wings curl around herself. Wemmbu’s stretch outward, a leisurely sort of ease to his movements.

“Yeah!” He’s smiling, one hand reaching out to brush the golden circlet drawn into her helmet — a near exact copy of his own. Ro barely stops himself from flinching away. “ I thought I’d just come and say hi. See what you’re doing with this little masquerade of yours.”

“I told you, it’s literally nothing,” Ro responds slowly, keeping his voice smooth and unbothered.

Wemmbu tilts his head at her. “Was blowing up Mapicc’s castle part of that nothing? Or killing Planet?” He leans back with an affected yawn. “Kinda unfair that I got framed for that, lowkey.”

“I needed to borrow your reputation,” Ro shrugs, heart pounding. “My bad, I guess.”

“You didn't just borrow my reputation, though. I’d say you added to it, too,” Wemmbu corrects him, something warm and pleased in his tone. “And, like, I needed gear anyways, so. You did a pretty damn good job.”

The comment makes something indiscernible burn in Ro’s chest, a mix of pride and confusion and deep-set discomfort. Her disguise had always felt borderline suffocating and downright wrong at times — so then why did Wemmbu’s words make her feel so right?

“I liked your cute little game,” he continues, voice smoother than silk. “It flatters me, really, how much effort you put into this. You know — if I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought I had a worshipper instead of a sabotager.”

Wemmbu flicks a hand through his hotbar. “But you were being pretty annoying, I’m not gonna lie. Destroying and killing in my name. Making all those statues of me at spawn. You know.”

Though his tone is still carelessly casual, there’s something different in his gaze now — something darker and mischievous. Something’s changed in his poise, and it leaves Ro wary.

He takes a step back. This time, Wemmbu follows, taking a step forward. Then another.

Then another, until he’s standing close enough for her to see her own frozen expression in his eyes. He smiles, serene and cold. “I think you owe me one.”

And then there’s a sword materializing in Wemmbu’s hands.

Distantly, he hears the sound of flesh tearing and the unmistakable bubbling of blood. The world tilts, and Ro curls forward with a gasp as Wemmbu’s sword skewers him precisely through his ribs.

He’d missed her heart deliberately, that much was obvious. He’s still conscious — starbursts of pain quickly sharpen to agonizing stabs with every movement. He feels all of it.

She stumbles on her feet, and Wemmbu catches her, one hand on her collar barely holding her upright. His grip is soft, almost gentle, if not for everything else.

“Hmm.” Wemmbu watches as his wings flap weakly, and he all but coos at him. One bloodied hand grips his chin, tilting his head up — Ro goes with it, too weak to protest. “I think you owe me, like, a heart, y’know? Just a little payment, nothing personal. You know how it is.”

Ro laughs feebly, head spinning. Wemmbu traces a thumb over her lip, and she swallows, tasting her own blood. “Bro — you don’t even need the heart.”

Wemmbu shrugs, a small smile on his face as he leans in. “Yeah, I mean. What if I do? In any case, I’ll keep this one for sentimental purposes.

“Okay, so that’s just—“ he cuts himself off with a cough, head spinning from the blood loss. The movement jolts the sword still very much skewered through him, and he chokes back a noise of pain. “—unfair.”

“I’m not one for fair, y’know? I’m one for fun.” Wemmbu tugs him forward a little too harshly, and this time Ro can’t stop the little pained gasp that slips out.

There’s something in the way he’s watching her, all fascinated and curious — it’s like he’s practically drinking in her fear. It’s fucking her up more than a little bit, if Ro is going to be honest. (She blames the sudden lightheadedness that hits her on blood loss. That's… Definitely the only reason.)

Wemmbu’s yapping about something that Ro honestly does not have the mental capacity to comprehend right now. His eyes slip shut as he sinks fully into Wemmbu’s grasp, and the idea of him being the only thing holding her up doesn’t alarm her as much as it probably should.

Then the sharp ring of a communicator cuts through the muffled static in her ears, and her eyes flit open. Wemmbu groans.

“Well, guess that’s my cue to get going,” Wemmbu pouts, taking those glittering purple eyes off of him for the first time since the beginning of this exchange.

Ro laughs, a shaky sound that’s more of a weak intake of breath than anything. “Okay, man.”

“I hope you had your fun, Roshambo.” Her vision swims, but she can hear the smile in his voice. “Pleasure talking to you.”

He replies with something intelligible along the lines of see you. Or maybe fuck you, or something. In any case, Wemmbu seems to take it as a cue that their talk was over.

In one fluid motion, he pulls the sword out and stabs it back through her heart. It’s quick enough that the pain instantly dulls back to a numb fuzziness as her senses fail, one by one.

The last thing he sees is Wemmbu’s smile, somehow smaller and real — and keeps it with him as the world goes blissfully dark.

[everybondyoubreak]

every bond you break

Chapter 2: Georgia on My Mind

pairing: joel miller x female reader chapter summary: You and Ellie become closer and questions about your past start to come up. Joel confronts you to ask what your deal is.

tags: slowburn, seriously, like super slooowburn, mutual pining, blood & gore, tension, competence kink, enemies to friends to lovers, reader is age-appropriate, overprotective joel, eventual smut, eventual romance, found family

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A/N: I have the other chapters uploaded on AO3 for now! Trying to catch up and post the other chapters on here too. Thank you all for the likes and nice comments!

“You ever read this?” You called out to Ellie, holding up a water-logged copy of The Golden Compass. She popped her head above the bookshelves and made a face, “Hell no! You could hit someone on the head and kill them with that thing. How many pages are in that?”

This was your fifth supply run with Ellie and the rest of the crew. Things were going well, the two of you operated with a particular synchronicity. She’d stick by your side, making a two-person assembly line as you sorted through these abandoned places. Every so often, you’d pick up an item to gauge her interests.

For this particular week, Will had brought you all to an abandoned strip mall further out west. Most of the storefronts surrounding the parking lot were unrecognizable. You could still make out the tracings of a sign that once spelled out “Barnes & Noble”. You called dibs and dragged Ellie inside, promising that they also sold comics in these bookstores.

“Think the copy I had at home was about…400 pages?” You flicked open the book in your hands. The page numbers were smudged and illegible. The text itself though was still readable. “It was good.”

Ellie’s eyebrows raised, “When and why were you reading that?”

“Middle school,” You smiled, “For fun, I was a bit of a dork as a kid. Kinda like you now!”

“Ha-ha…” Ellie glared at you through a gap in the bookshelves.

“What? It’s not a bad thing, I was a lot more fun as a kid too.”

Ellie stepped out of the bookshelves and began hovering closer to you, “Well, what happened?”

You looked up at the dusty ceiling to recollect your thoughts. “I was very concerned about looking ‘cool’ once I got to high school.” You passed a book to her to survey, “Then you know, the world ended. You grow up pretty fast once that happens.” The next book you picked up you immediately tossed into your bag to bring back to Jackson. Webster’s Dictionary and Thesaurus, 2002 Edition. Could be useful.

Ellie tossed one of the paperbacks over her shoulder into the reject pile building in the corner, “So…what was considered ‘cool’ then? You know, back in your time?”

“Back in my time…” You grumbled. She looked up at you with a mischievous grin, “What? I’m curious! Like, what did you do all day?”

The question stumped you for a second. When the world went to shit, all you ever thought for about for years was the future that had been stolen from you. The past was painful and filled with broken promises. You decided it to be easier to just forget it and focus on the "now". Yet, as meditative as living in the present sounds, it can become dissociative without moderation. Now, you were scrambling for any semblance of who you once were.

Some things came to mind. “Well, I was on the equestrian team. I’d do fencing with my brother.”

“Did you just make a bunch of words up? What is a-quest-train team?”

Your realization of Ellie’s situation snapped your self-pity in half. She had no semblance of what life used to be. No idea of what the world was or what it was supposed to be for her. All she had were these strange scraps of a society. These words and concepts from your old life never made it into this one.

“Well, the equestrian team was a fancy word for horseback riding,” Ellie’s head tilted in confusion, “And fencing—actually you’d probably like it…it was basically sword-fighting.”

“What, like a pirate?” She exclaimed. You gave a half-smile and shook your head,  “Sort of. We’d use these really skinny swords and wear this heavy protective gear, it was more like fake-fighting.”

Ellie looked disappointed, disappearing her face into a comic book she found earlier. You kept quiet and sorted around for more items to bring along.

“What were you doing alone for twenty years?” She asked, her voice surprisingly timid.

You kept your eyes on the books at first and continued sorting through, “What do you mean?”

“You weren’t like, alone for all that time, were you?” Her tone teetering between curious and cautious. You turned to look at her and saw her big eyes holding onto you closely.

“No, I had my family with me for a while,” You said lowly, “Then it kind of came down to me and my dad. We had visitors here and there. People like Maria and her father. They kept in touch, my dad helped her dad with setting this place up in Jackson.”

A memory set upon you suddenly. Times when you were stuck accompanying your father on these visits or “very important” meetings. He’d boss you around, making you wait outside locked rooms where he was in deep discussions for hours. 

You didn’t want Ellie to feel that way. Shut out.

You tried to let her in a little more.

“My dad worked with a lot of people to try to ‘rebuild the future’” you took a deep breath in, “It obviously didn’t work.”

“Was your dad a Firefly?”

“No.” You asserted, trying to find a way to politely end this conversation. But you could tell Ellie was still looking to hear more, “He was…very supportive of their cause though, finding a cure.”

Your voice came out wobblier than intended. Ellie was sensible enough to stop asking at this point. The young girl started rubbing her nose nervously, she stood up and walked across the room, “I’m gonna check out the…DVD section down over there.”

"That's fine." You weren't sure who you were asserting that fact to. 

The rest of the time, you both searched in silence. Separately.

-

Later in the day, you all arrived back in Jackson at sundown. Everyone began to head off to their respective families waiting nearby. Before Ellie ran off, you quickly tapped her on the shoulder, “Hey.”

She looked up solemnly. You handed her the copy of The Golden Compass you found earlier, “Take it, I’ve read it a million times already.”

She gave a soft smile, “Uh, thanks.” Her eyes wandered about, her attention obviously elsewhere.

“You don’t have to read it.” You added. Ellie shook her head, “No, no, it’s nice, really. Sorry...I just got tired earlier. I’m having trouble sleeping here still.”

“Well, I could give you a longer, more boring book to read then, maybe that’ll help you fall asleep.”

Her smile widened, “I’ll let you know. Thanks again.” Something else seemed to come over her, as she suddenly wrapped her free arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick hug. The surprise burst of affection sent you into a brief shock.

You tried to recover quickly. Patting her awkwardly on the back was your best response. In a low voice, you could hear her say, “I’m sorry about your dad.”

There were a million things you wanted to respond to her. But you settled on a quick, “Thanks”. She broke apart, your hand lingering on her shoulder as she ran off.

“See you next week!” You called out, watching her run off to Joel in the distance. Even from this far away, you could feel his gaze locked on you. Was he watching this interaction the whole time?

Your rumination on his surveillance was broken by Will’s mention of your name. You looked over at him, “Hm?”

“I was just saying you’ve been doing great.” He nodded off in Ellie’s direction, “Especially dealing with her.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “She’s been great to work with, actually.” Will shrugged, “I’m just saying, I told Maria she should really think about adding you to patrols.”

A part of you was excited to hear this, but you found your pride overpowered by a newer, stranger feeling, “What, why?”

“You could still do the supply runs. I just think you have a good eye. You know how to look out for others. Decent with a gun too.”

“Will, you saw me shoot a gun once,” You added, “And that…thing I shot was tied up.”

Sure, you had killed infected loads of times. You had been doing it for years. Always alone though. It was still taking time to get used to working with people again. Now, you realized you also had to get used to caring about other people again on top of that.

What if that infected from your first day hadn’t been tied up? What if it had attacked Ellie? Who would be the one to handle that? 

“I’ll think about it. I think...I just need more training.”

Will nodded, “Yeah, of course, we’ll have you do some practice. I can ask Tommy about setting something up.”

You nodded, and the two of you walked over to the stables to put the horses away.

-

Will gave a quick goodbye and “See you next week!” as he hurried home for the evening, leaving you alone with the horse you’d been riding the past month.

The first week or two, you had privately named your designated horse Georgia. She had a reddish-orange coat that reminded you of a ripe peach. The other day, you realized her true name, Misty. It had been carved on her stall door this whole time.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of the carving. You liked the name Georgia for her better.

As you took off the horse’s gear, you began humming the song “Georgia on My Mind”. You hung up her saddle and sauntered back to the horse. With everyone gone for the evening, you wanted to take your alone time out here slowly and sweetly. You began stroking the horse’s mane, singing softly as you patted her snout.

A low voice came from behind you, yanking you out of your trance, “What do you want?”

You peered around the stall, spotting Joel in the doorway of the barn. He was leaning against the door frame, so casual in contrast to his demanding tone.

You kept your hand firmly placed on Misty, trying to hide the fact that your hand was trembling, “What do you want?”

“You know what I mean by that.” He snapped back.

“I don’t actually. ‘Cause I’m not a fuckin’ mindreader.” You held your hands up in the air as if to convey your innocence, your literal empty-handedness. Joel looked around you cautiously, as if you had fire coming out of your fingers.

Maybe you were delusional, but you refused to consider him a threat. Your defenses took over.

You stepped towards him and tried to take charge, “What exactly is the issue here? And why are you cornering me at night like a weirdo about it?”

Something was rocking around inside you now, conflicted between getting even closer to him or getting the fuck away from him. He placed his gaze on you, “Maria told me about you.”

Your ears prickled. It was your turn to talk now, but you knew to keep it brief, “Oh, really?”

“Tommy, too. Told me about your father.”

Your mind pulled back to Ellie’s questioning from earlier today. Curiosity was contagious. You wondered who caught it first, Joel or Ellie?

You got closer, feeling the front of your face tighten, “What did they tell you about my father?” Looking up at him, your chin pointing up like a knife to his throat. 

His voice lowered as he looked down at you, “I don’t need you tellin’ Ellie about this high and mighty Firefly shit-”

“I haven’t told her a fucking thing!” You yelled right in his face. One of the horses in the other stalls cried out, clearly just as spooked as you were. 

The conversation in the bookstore was the first time you had mentioned anything regarding the Fireflies to Ellie. You hadn’t said a single good word about the Fireflies and you never would. To anyone.  The truth of that shot straight up your spine.

For the slightest second, you saw him falter. You could see the depths of his brown eyes waver.  His gaze still held onto yours, searching inside for the slightest hint of insincerity. You stood there, letting him take it all in with no sign of deception. He suddenly shook his head, ending your staredown, “Why does she keep asking me about them then?”

“I don’t know, Joel. Talk to her, she’s curious.” You stated, “She’s allowed to learn about the world we live in.”

“I’m fully aware of that fact-” He growled, lifting himself off the door frame to stand taller above you.

“Are you? I’m not too sure of that…” You side-stepped him, slipping through the doorway to make your escape.

You were about to storm off to safety, but you stopped to turned back around. Thankfully, he didn't seem to want to chase after you. He was still standing in that stupid barn, the lantern’s glow beaming behind him. The light streaming out covered his features, making him just a silhouette in the doorway. A shadow that seemed to just keep following you.

“Since you seem so interested in my father, Joel, let me give you some insight,” You took a deep breath, ready to blow,  “The whole controlling, obsessive thing you seem to have going on with your daughter? Doesn’t end well!”

You spun back around and charged off. The tears in your eyes made the whole walk home a blur. When finally made it inside your house, you kept your clothes on and laid on your bed, staring out the window until you finally fell asleep.

In your dreams, you dreamt of doors again. It was the closet door in Wilson Valley, but this time it opened to lead into the basement of your father’s house. You knew where it would lead you to. At the far end of the basement awaited a vaulted door.

You knew what was behind it.

And you knew you could never open it.

[dazedbythebolt]

"you're fired." - (marvel) !

𖤓 parings: tony stark x reader (non-romantic)

𖤓 warnings: none!

𖤓 summary: After storming into your restaurant only to leave without a word, you can't help but think there's more to Tony Starks thoughts that he puts out. And you are determined to figure it out, especially when he mingles with your private life.

𖤓 word count: 2.5k

𖤓 a/n: we back bby! thank you so much for the positive feedback, it really means a lot! sorry if this seems sort of rushed, I only had a rough idea for what to do for a next part, but lmk how I did and I hope you enjoyed!!

(PT. 1)

Of course my mind is plagued with thoughts. My manager abided by the billionaires request to send me off for the rest of the day, I’m guessing because he was just as shocked as I was. As I trudged back to my apartment once again a ring sounded in my pocket and I hastily picked up my phone, watching as the words Maria display across my screen.

“Hello?” I greet as always, watching my step on the concrete as I walk into a CVS, hoping to pick up a quick snack.

“Hey, it’s Maria! Warren was flailing all around the kitchen today bragging about how Tony Stark came into our restaurant and ate with you, is that true?” She questions, clearly on break as I hear the sound of pots and pans clanging around in the background.

“Uh yeah, it is. Super longer story though, I still don’t know why he did it.” I state to her, rubbing my eyes as I scan the fridge isles, looking for the drinks. 

“Do you like know him? Our restaurant has like 3 stars, why would he ever just walk in and call for you?” She starts and I can hear her thinking process before I answer.

“Yeah I know just as much as you. He laid me off for the day though so I’m just around the corner getting some food before I head back home.” I explain, finally grabbing the item of my choice and shuffling out to the self-checkout, holding the phone between my shoulder as she starts back up.

“Damn, that crazy I can’t believe I missed it. Oh and also- you weren’t here yesterday! you asked me if I was going to show up, I’m starting to think you were pranking me.” She tries to say angrily, but I can hear the smile at the end of her sentence as I shake my head at no one in particular. 

“No no I promise I wasn’t. It was the super long story I was talking about but I’ll have to catch you up later, I’m about to head back.” I say back, throwing away my receipt and reconnecting my phone with my hand as I exit the store, popping open my drink as I walk to the parking garage.

“Alright alright. I gotta get back to work anyway, lucky you. I’ll see you tomorrow for sure though this time, right?” She almost scolds me as he asks, clearly in search for a yes.

“Of course Maria, and if not I’ll promise to text you. Swear” I promise to her, a smile evident in my voice as she matches me back.

“Okay. See you, be safe.” 

“You too.” We both say as we end the call, and I finally make my way back to the garage. I almost walk past my brand new car before faltering my steps and realizing it was now the one I owned, and not the shitty Honda from before. 

I sigh, climbing into the drivers seat and starting the engine, slightly relived at the fact I now have a vehicle that doesn’t stall. I make my way out of the garage, and into the busy streets, turning up the radio as it plays its tunes smoothly, better from my old stereo. I make my way home calmly, in no rush as I enter my apartment and make the most of my day off in the best way I can think of. Watching TV and eating popcorn until I fall asleep. And of course, that’s what I did to end my night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Waking up the next morning still on the couch obviously wasn’t a way I wanted to start my morning as I slowly began to regret my late night endeavors, but I rise and collect myself nonetheless. Fixing my appearance, gathering my items, and walking to the garage was the same routine from before, of course with the exception of waiting 2 minutes for my car to fully turn on.

But as I made my way through the streets and into the parking garage next to my place of work, something felt…odd. But the past couple days have felt nothing but odd, so I didn’t let it deter me as I still made my way through the back of the restaurant and going to clock in. Yet as I reached the sheet to sign my name and time, a large hand lands on my shoulder stops me to face them.

I give a large look of confusion as my manger, Warren, looks me shakily in the eye. Our usual tough and mean boss was giving me a look of pity, almost like a puppy who had just been yelled at. i display a certain look on my face, hoping he can take my message and say what he has to.

“You’re fired.” He states simply, retracting his hand like I burned him. And I’m starting to feel like I practically did as my skin instantly heats up, my eyebrows furrowing and my tone harsh as I spit out.

“Excuse me?” I hissed, giving him a hard accusing look as I demanded answers. “What did I do? Was it yesterday? Because that had nothing to do with me I swear to you-“ I begin, searching for some sort of cause before he puts his hand up to stop me. 

“It’s not my decision. He called me, and told me to- don’t get upset with me. It’s not going on your record or anything, he explicitly told me to do so. God I hope I’m not next.” He mutters the last part as he doesn’t even meet my eye anymore, walking away with his shoulders hunched before hiding away back in his office. 

Rage isn’t even the word to describe what is coursing through my veins right now. 

I untie my apron at the speed of light before slamming it down on the tile floor, gathering the attention of the others in the kitchen, and I meet Marias eye. 

“Is everything okay? What happened?” She express her congress vividly on her face, rushing to approach me as he puts her hand on my shoulder. But I shove her off me. 

“Im so sorry Maria, but I have to go. He fired me. He fucking fired me. And it’s his fault, god what the hell did I get tangled up in.” I ramble more to myself as I shove past her, trying to will away the tears and replace them with the anger simmering beneath my bones. She tosses me a look of concern, but doesn’t push as she watches see flee out the same door I walked in not 5 minutes ago and I storm my way to the garage and into the shitty, stupid, expensive, sleek, car. 

I punch in the address I found of google and speed through the streets, the only sound in the being my heavy breath as I turn the last corner, parking the car and shutting the door closed loudly. I shove past the men in suits, ignoring their shouts and glares as I storm through the glass doors and up to the front desk. 

“I need to speak to Tony Stark. Right now.” I declare to the woman at the front desk, gripping onto the marble counter as she eyes me carefully.

“Do you have an appointment?” She sighs, starting to search on her computer as I look up the ceiling, hoping my tears can control themselves before looking back at her expectant face. 

“No.” I exhale, voice shaky as he sighs back shaking her head at me.

“Im sorry but I can’t let you in if you don’t-“ she starts, already exiting out a tab and fully turning to me before I interrupt her. 

“Tell him it’s the girl from the restaurant with the car. He’ll know. Just-…please.” I begin to beg, tears now prominent in my eyes as she only stares. Eventually, a heavy sigh leaves her mouth before she picks up the phone, calling someone who calls someone who eventually gets him on the line. 

She explains the current situation and I watch as shock displays her face before she hangs up, standing up and walking away from the desk to beckon me over. We walk over to the elevators and enter as she scans her card to bring us multiple floor s up. 78, 79, 82, I watch as the numbers continue to increase and my hear rate with it. 

Soon enough, we arrive at a floor and walk down a vast hallway, lined with clearly expensive paintings and magazine covers before reaching a double door, and she knocks before giving me a silent nod, walking back to the elevator. I watch confused before watching sunlight creep into the otherwise dim hallway, only to be met with the same face from before. 

“Oh hey, it is you! Make yourself at home, I’m guessing I already know what you’re here for.” He states like it’s so simple as he walks away from the door and to his desk, plopping into his chair and throwing his legs onto the table. But I don’t let him get too relaxed as I storm in after, pointing a rough finger in his direction. 

“You. You- you fucking fired me. The hell is wrong with you!?” I snapped, scrunching my face as I look at him accusingly. He only meets back with that same blank stare, fiddling with a pen between his fingers as he talks back. 

“You know a lot of people don’t come up to my office. And those who do, tend to use their words like the adults they are not- ratting their mouth like a toddler. Want some advice?” He says to me like I’m some sort of teenager, pointing the pen in my direction instead and tilting his head. 

“I don’t want anything more from you actually. First you destroy my car, which is sitting in a dumpster now thanks to you. Next-“ I grunt, standing up straight as I look at the wall behind him, ready to list off before be talks again.

“Well I know your brain might be a little stuffy from that hell hole you call work- but I replaced that pile of trash with a new little present. What, you forgot already?” He teases, but I don’t buy any of it as my expression remains the same. 

“Oh I didn’t forgot. And yes, it’s nice and..well thanks but-“ I start angrily before collecting myself, remembering I never thanked him before starting up again. “That doesn’t mean you can fucking fire me from the only support I have! It’s so hard for me to get a job nowadays, and you’ve just made my life ten times worse. Why. Why did you do it?” I begin to say in an almost desperate plea, feeling those same tears from before brimming in my eyes.

He looks at me slowly, inhaling a breath before speaking. “Because that place was shit, and you looked like you could do with a better one.” He says like its common knowledge, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he maintains eye contact. 

“So you think I deserve better, yet you now leave me stranded in the middle of the most expensive city, to find a job that I supposedly ‘could do better with’? Do you…not realize what you’ve just done to me? What-what you’ve done to my family?” I ask back to him, squinting my eyes as I try to get him to truly understand the situation at hand.

“Yeah of course I understand. That’s why I’ll give you a job here. Whatever you want, matter a fact- here’s your interview. Tell me all there is to know.” He perks up, throwing his feet off the desk and planting them heavily on the floor before ditching the one and clasping his hands together, pointing me towards the seat in front. 

I look between him and the chair in bewildered, waiting for him to chuckle or laugh but no, his expression remains the same. Instead, I do so. “You aren’t serious.” But his look says otherwise as he continues to point his eyes towards the chair. “No! Fuck no. You think I’ve just forgotten everything I said to you that night just because you handed me some pretty gifts and took my fucking job from me?” 

His expression remains still, but it only eggs me on. I decide to finally sit down and look him in the eye, challenging him. “Tell me why. Why the gifts, why the job, why I’m here. Im all ears Mr. Stark.” I conclude, folding my hands on my lap as I don’t break eye contact with him this time. But he does, as he searches for something behind me like all the answers lie there. It takes him a minute to gather himself, but eventually he leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh, watching his desk like it’ll play out the script for him. 

“I-hm.” He starts, but is clearly experiencing some sort of internal battle with himself. “What you said to me that night stuck. Not just you know your insults, but how my experiences differ from yours. I could go on a whole tangent about that topic, but even as a man who likes to talk, I just want to lay it straight. I feel bad. And not in like the ‘oh let me throw a pity party’ for you kind of way, but as in I apologize. In a way that’s like, I understand our differences and need to—clearly—become more aware of my actions during battles, conversations, what not.” He finally turns to me, resting both arms on the armrests of his chair. 

“So really i guess I’ll just say thank you. And I’ll improve on the maybe not so great ways I handle things. And money is the only way I know how to show that so, sorry if that’s not your forte.”

He concludes and I sit in silence, this time my eyes drifting to his table as he watches he slowly, tilting his head like that’s how he’ll gather more information. After a few beats, I lift my head back up to finally respond.

“Thank you. Not just for the gifts and stuff, but for the apology. If you’d call it that I guess, you know you have a weird way of saying things.” I huff out awkwardly, leaving a small chuckle at the end as I bring my hand to rest on my upper arm.

“Yeah well, can’t change.” He replies back, still watching me before he flops his head in the other direction. “Still want that job though?” 

“Well, if you could, I’d prefer you’d help me with the search. Not really ready to go against my morals just to please you, id hope you understand that.” I explain to him, saying it like it’s pretty much obvious as he just shakes his head with a smile.

“Yup. Should’ve seen that one coming. I really need to start going to those eye appointments Pepper sets up for me.” He says more so to himself as he adjusts himself, grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen off his desk.

“Already little lady, tell me what you’ve got.”

𖤓 tags: @ifilwtmfc @daniesl

[scary-noodlesblog]

Soulbound Ch 14

Sympathy For The Devil

Soulbound Masterlist

(A/N): wooo we are on season 5! Check out my Tumblr page for polls on future plot points for this story because sometimes I'm indecisive. 

3rd Person POV:

"Come on!" Dean says, pulling his brother and sister to the doors of the sanctuary slam shut in their faces. They rattle the door, struggling to open it and escape the rising of the literal devil behind them. A high-pitched sound makes the three hunters turn around, grimacing at the light before the sound gets louder, bringing them to their knees as they cover their ears. As white engulfs them, Dean, Sam and (Y/N) all shut their eyes. 

"What the devil is your name?" (Y/N) hears before she opens her eyes. She glances around her, seeing Sam on her right, Dean on the other side of him. Something has teleported them onto a plane. She looks on the little screen on the seat in front of Dean, seeing the in-flight movie of "Devil's Feud Cake", a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

No one around the three seemed to have noticed their sudden appearance, someone even walking on (Y/N)'s left down the aisle towards the restrooms. "What the hell?" (Y/N) asks, looking over at her brothers, who look just as equally confused.

"I don't know." Sam shakes his head, glancing out the window.

The pilot speaks through the intercom above their heads, "Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—" 

"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asks. 

The pilot continues, "So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—Holy crap!"

A sudden shock wave knocks the plane off kilter, people getting thrown around the plane like ragdolls as they scream. (Y/N)'s knuckles turn white as she grips the armrests. Oxygen masks drop down, the three hunters immediately putting them on. Several different alarms and beeping are going off. Sam's left arm is holding onto (Y/N)'s left armrest, his arm extended over her lap like a mother who just had to brake really hard in a car. (Y/N)'s right hand holds her mask while the left holds a fistful of Sam's jacket sleeve. The high-pitched sound returns as Dean looks out the window, terrified.

~~~~~~~

1st Person POV: 

After getting off the plane of death, the three of us got into a rental car. Dean is driving like always and Sam in the passenger seat, leaving me in the back as per usual. Sam clicks on the radio, an announcer's voice playing over the speakers, "—and Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown."

"Change the station." Dean mumbles.

Sam pokes at the radio, another announcer's voice cutting through. "—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"

Click. "—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"

Click. "—a series of tremors—"

Click. "—swine flu—"

Sam turns the radio off and sighs. "Dean, look—"

"Don't say anything." Dean interrupts him, pausing for a moment. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?"

"Yeah, okay." Sam says softly, nodding his head. 

"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asks.

I shrug, crossing my legs, "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas."

~~~~~~~

The three of us wander around quietly throughout Chuck's house. There's blood and household items everywhere. The boys and I enter the kitchen, seeing blood on the toaster and microwave turn plate. A creak from behind us puts us on higher alert, I wander back into the living room behind Sam, Dean behind me. 

I let out a gasp as someone jumps out, swinging something at Sam's head. Sam stumbles back, almost into me as he holds his head. "Geez! Ow!"

Chuck looks at us in disbelief, holding a...toilet plunger? Ew. "Sam."

"Yeah!" Sam scowls, making me chuckle.

"Hey, Chuck." Dean greets from behind me.

Chuck pants softly, stepping forward a little. "So...you're okay?"

Sam rubs his head again, "Well, my head hurts."

"No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision." Chuck stammers. "You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."

Dean's eyebrows raise as I look at Sam, crossing my arms. "Your eyes went black?"

Sam turns to glance at Dean and I, "I didn't know."

I shake my head, putting myself back on the right train of thought, "Where's Cas?"

The look on Chuck's face immediately fills me with dread. He looks at me like he's about to give me his deepest sympathies. His next words rip the air from my lungs. "He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."

It feels like my throat is closing as I hear Dean, "You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."

"Oh, no. He, like, exploded." Chuck takes a couple steps forward. "Like a water balloon of chunky soup."

Dean puts his hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. A silent, 'are you okay?'

I swallow thickly and nod, blinking away the water pooling in my eyes and maintaining my composure. I let out a sniffle and shift my weight to my right leg. Sam looks back at us again before turning back to Chuck with a sigh. "You got a—" Sam gestures to the left side of his head. My eyebrows crinkle as Dean pulls out the pocket door to the kitchen. 

"Uh...right here?" Chuck touches the right side of his head.

Sam shakes his head, "Uh, the..."

Chuck feels around the other side of his hair, "Oh. Oh, god." He pulls something out of his hair, something small and white-ish. "Is that a molar?" He holds out the tooth, making me cringe. "Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day." I hear Dean slide the door back in its place and walk back up behind me.

Dean scoffs, "Cas, you stupid bastard."

My eyebrows furrow as I smack Dean's chest. "Stupid? He was trying to help us."

Dean just nods, "Yeah, exactly."

"So, what now?" Sam shrugs.

"I don't know." Dean huffs. 

I look at Chuck, who looks like he's disassociating. "Oh, crap." he mumbles.

"What?" I ask.

"I can feel them."

A new voice cuts through from the kitchen, "Thought we'd find you here." We turn to see Zachariah, accompanied by two other angels. The former nudges his foot through the debris on the floor, metal clattering. "Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us."

Dean shoves a finger in the angel's direction. "You just keep your distance, Asshat."

Zachariah looks at Dean with a calm expression. "You're upset."

"No shit, Sherlock." I roll my eyes, glaring at the winged fucks in front of me.

"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!' Dean yells.

The angel just shrugs, "Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zachariah winks, making Sam shift uncomfortably. "You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again."

Dean just nods like he's amused. "Is that so?"

"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." Zachariah explains.

Dean scoffs, "And I'm just supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts, ugly."

Zachariah chuckles. "This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." 

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam laughs softly.

"He is an angel. Them's the rules." The angel smirks. "And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help." 

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche." Dean challenges. "After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!"

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah asks before looking down at Dean's hand. "You're bleeding."

My eyebrows furrow as I see blood drip from Dean's hand. Dean smirks, "Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean reaches behind him, pulling out the pocket door and slapping his bloody hand to it. 

Sam, Chuck and I flinch as a bright white light engulfs the angels, banishing them.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean grumbles before looking back to us.

Chuck sighs, "This sucks ass."

~~~~~~~

I sit on one of the motel beds of the Regent Motel, a dingy little place under a train overpass. I huff as I clean my gun, the different pieces laid out in front of me on the covers. Dean, only a few feet away, is reloading some of the guns that were in the Impala's trunk at the table.

"Hey." Dean greets Sam as the younger Winchester walks in, making me lift me head from my current task.

"Hey." Sam closes the door and pulls out two little bags, tossing one to Dean, then to me. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."

"Where'd you get it?" I raise an eyebrow as I examine the small, brown cloth bag.

"I made it." Sam says, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.

"How?" Dean puts the hex bag on the table.

Dean looks up at Sam as he hesitates for a moment, "I...I learned it from Ruby." Of course he did.

The older Winchester sets down his gun and approaches Sam. "Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?"

Sam shakes his head. "I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up."

"Supernatural methadone." Dean chuckles. 

"Yeah, I guess." Sam smiles slightly before hesitating again. "(Y/N), Dean—"

I lift my head from cleaning the gun again as Dean interrupts him, "Sam." He turns back to the table. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

Sam chuckles lightly, "Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? 'I'm sorry'? 'I screwed up'? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right—"

Dean interrupts him again, yelling, "So why do you keep bringing it up?!" 

"Dean." I chastise, my voice sharp as I narrow my eyes at Dean. "He's just trying to make it up to us. He's allowed to feel guilty. He was manipulated. Sam really thought he was doing the right thing."

Sam sighs and nods. Dean turns back to him, bringing his voice down again. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." Sam nods again and Dean continues. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?"

"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is." Sam mumbles.

I half-shrug, standing up from the bed. "All right. So we just got to find...the devil."

~~~~~~~

Sam sits at the table while Dean sits on the bed, his back to the headboard. I lay next to him, on my stomach, my head by his feet, the two of us watching tv while Sam reads from John's journal.

A lady on the Tv is talking to an environmentalist. "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?"

"Two words. Carbon emissions." The man responds.

Dean just scoffs, "Yeah, right, wavy gravy."

 I look back at Dean with a small laugh before there's a knock at the door. Dean nudges my calf and then grabs his gun, standing up from the bed. I sit up, grabbing my own gun as well but stay by the side of the bed.

Sam answers the door, revealing a woman who seems to be having trouble breathing. "You okay, lady?" Sam asks, his voice sounding confused.

The woman pants, her voice breaking, "Sam...is it really you?" Sam turns back to look at Dean and I, I cross my arms over my chest, trying not to laugh. The woman steps forward a little, putting her hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm."

"Uh, do I know you?" Sam asks warily, eyebrows crinkled.

The woman puts her hand down and takes a breath. "No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're—" She looks passed Sam to Dean, "—not what I pictured." She then looks at me. "You're more...tomboyish than I pictured."

"Yeah, well, not much room for heels and cocktail dresses here." I roll my eyes.

"I'm Becky." She looks back up at Sam, ignoring what I said, before pushing past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" Becky glances down, giggling nervously. "Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

"Chuck?" Dean asks, standing up from the bed.

Sam closes the door and Becky turns to the three of us, "He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old."

"Right. Just, um," Sam clears his throat. "...what's the message?"

Becky closes her eyes like she's reciting a prayer. "He had a vision. 'The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it.'" 

"The Michael sword?" Dean asks.

Sam glances at Dean before looking down at the woman, "Becky, does he know where it is?"

Becky nods, "In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Forty-two...dogs?"

"Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam questions.

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." She steps closer to Sam. "I memorized every word." Her hand reaches up to rest on Sam's chest again. "For you."

Sam looks at Dean and I again, then back down at Becky. "Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?"

I snicker as Becky's hand rubs his chest, her eyes closed. She shakes her head with more labored breathing. "No."

~~~~~~~

Later, there's another knock on the motel door. I open it this time, revealing my adoptive father. "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby wraps his arms around my shoulders, my arms circling his ribs. He smelled like home, old books, whiskey and black coffee. "Good to see you kids all in one piece." Bobby then goes to hug Sam, who's smiling. 

Then he hugs Dean, patting his back, "You weren't followed, were you?"

Bobby glances between the three of us, "You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?"

I chuckle while Sam scoffs out a laugh. "You heard."

"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby sighs.

Dean's eyebrows crinkle, "You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?"

"You better friggin' hope so." Bobby says, opening a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels on the table. In the painting, Michael looks like a woman with wings while the other angels look like naked babies with wings, almost like the stereotype depiction of cherubim. Bobby points to the painting, "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got."

Sam flips the page, showing another painting where Michael looks quite feminine. Dean leans over Sam's shoulder to look at the page, "You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett."

Bobby half-shrugs, "Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword." He points to the sword in Michael's hand. "So if we can find it..."

"We can kick the devil's ass all over again. All right. So, where do we start?" I ask.

"Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense."

Sam stands up from the table, walking over to a pile of books Bobby brought. He stares at is, not actually picking one up. "Sam?" I call.

Bobby looks up from the book, "Kid? You all right?"

Sam turns to face Bobby. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry."

"Sam..." Dean warns.

"Dean. Shut up." I narrow my eyes at Dean.

Guilt covers Sam's features, "Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal."

"Sam, stop it." Dean raises his voice.

"Dean." I interrupt again, my volume raising to meet his. "Shut. Up!"

Sam's voice is soft and breaking. "I killed her, and I set Lucifer free."

"You what?" Bobby stands up.

"You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on." Sam mumbles, sounding like he's about to cry.

Dean doesn't say anything more, but Bobby walks up to Sam. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant."

"I'm sorry." Sam apologizes, tearing up. I stand up, striding over to Bobby and Sam.

"Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?"

"Bobby!" I yell, offended on Sam's behalf. 

Sam nods numbly. His voice comes out soft, "There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there."

Bobby glares at Sam. "Yeah. You do that."

I look between the two men I have come to know as a father and a brother. I don't even recognize them anymore, if looks could kill, I'd be standing over their bodies. But I don't follow Sam, figuring he needs the space.

~~~~~~~

3rd Person POV:

Bobby and Dean sit at the table, doing research while (Y/N) sits on the bed. Her back rests against the headboard as she keeps her eyes on the book, not even wanting to give the two men in the room the time of day.

"I never would have guessed that your daddy was right." Bobby says to Dean after a while of silence.

Dean doesn't even look up from his book, "About what?"

(Y/N) doesn't look up either but she tunes into their conversation as Bobby continues. "About your brother." Dean finally looks at Bobby, "What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" Dean asks.

"Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him." Bobby sighs.

"Bobby." Dean huffs, his voice chastising.

"He ended the world, Dean. And you and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right."

"Dad." Dean mumbles in realization. 

Dean walks over to the bed where (Y/N) is sitting. He rummages through his duffel bag at the foot of the bed, his sister finally looking up at him as he mumbles, "It's got to be in here somewhere." Dean pulls out a Ziploc baggy full of cards.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asks from the table, looking just as confused as his adoptive daughter.

"Here." Dean pulls out the card, reading it. Bobby stands up as Dean starts to walk over to him.

Dean smiles, "I don't believe it."

"What the hell is it?" Bobby asks.

"It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it." Dean replies, handing Bobby the card.

Bobby takes the card and reads it aloud. "'Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill'."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen as it hits her. "Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs."

Dean takes the card back as Bobby's eyebrows furrow. "So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant." Dean chuckles softly.

Bobby sighs, "Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me."

Suddenly, Bobby punches Dean, sending him through the divider between the motel room's kitchenette and the beds. (Y/N) gasps, getting up from the bed as Dean hits the floor. Bobby walks over, hauling Dean up. (Y/N) stomps over and tries to pull Bobby off of her brother, only for him to backhand her to the floor. Bobby then drop kicks Dean through the bathroom door and his eyes turn black. 

Bobby grabs (Y/N) by the throat, hauling her to her feet while two more demons enter the room, one male, one female. The male demon goes over to Dean, also pulling him to his feet. (Y/N) struggles against demon-Bobby, gritting her teeth.

"I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean." The female demon says.  "But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." She sees Ruby's knife on the table, picking it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago." The female demon's attention then lands on (Y/N). "And you, we've always wanted you. I mean, an angel's bond just ripe for the taking."

"Ruby." Dean tries to identify weakly.

The female demon grins, "Try again. Go back further."

"Meg." (Y/N) identifies correctly.

Meg chuckles. "Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, you two. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's Heaven on Earth. Or Hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket."

"My god, you like the sound of your own voice." Dean strains.

"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you. Both of you." Meg smirks.

Dean just chuckles. "Get in line."

Meg stands in front of Dean. "Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby." her voice lowers to a whisper. "Let's ride." Then she plants her lips on Dean's. He grunts as her tongue swirls in his mouth before she pulls away.

Dean coughs, "What is that, peanut butter?"

Meg only strides over to (Y/N), licking her lips as her eyes wander the female hunter's form. (Y/N) glares at her, Meg cupping the back of her neck and kissing her as well, the demon's tongue claiming her mouth. (Y/N) cringes and understands why Dean asked about the peanut butter. 

Meg breaks away, taking a moment to wipe the saliva from (Y/N)'s lips, "You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you."

Meg hands demon-Bobby the knife, who brings it to (Y/N)'s throat. Demon-Bobby backs her up, pinning her to the wall. "Bobby!" She yells as she struggles. Dean also struggles against the male demon, eyes wide.

"Now!" Meg shouts at demon-Bobby as he looks back at her.

Demon-Bobby raises the knife again, ready to plunge the blade into his daughter as she yells, "Dad! No!"

The black fades from Bobby's eyes as the man comes to, seeing his hand on (Y/N)'s throat and a knife in his other hand. Bobby regains control, bringing the knife down. (Y/N) throws a hand up to protect herself, eyes squeezing shut and Dean yelling her name. But the pain never comes, she opens her eyes again to see Bobby has embedded the demon knife in his stomach.

Bobby flashes gold as the demon inside him dies. "No." (Y/N) whispers with tear filled eyes.

Dean takes the opportunity, breaking out of the male demons hold and fighting him and Meg. The male demon slams Dean into a wall before tossing him to the floor. The door opens again, Sam on the other side, seeing Bobby on the floor bleeding, (Y/N) pressing her hands to the wound, and Dean getting beaten.

"No!" Sam yells. Meg swings the motel room's landline phone into Sam's face, his back hitting the wall as she approaches him.

"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you." She says.

"Meg?" Sam takes a heavy breath.

Meg smiles widely with a chuckle. Sam swings at her and misses, taking a punch to the gut, then a knee to his crotch before hitting the ground. Dean takes a kick to the stomach as Meg taunts the younger Winchester. "It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?"

The male demon kicks Dean again as Meg punches Sam. Suddenly, the male demon has his legs kicked out from underneath him, (Y/N) bringing the demon knife down into his chest before ripping it back out. The male demon flickers as Meg stands up and backs away. (Y/N) grips the knife tightly, her knuckles white as she advances on Meg, a murderous glare colliding with tear stains on her face. Meg screams as the demon smokes out of the vessel. The woman's body collapses and (Y/N) lets the knife drop, going back over to Bobby. 

~~~~~~~

Dean and Sam burst into the emergency room of the hospital, rushing in carrying Bobby with (Y/N) trailing behind them covered in Bobby's blood.

"Need some help here!" Dean yells as nurses rush over.

"What happened?" One nurse asked.

"He was stabbed!" Dean continues to yell, his voice strained from Bobby's weight.

"Can we get a gurney?" The nurse shouts as two other nurses rush over with a gurney.

Another nurse comes up to (Y/N), concerned about the blood. "I-It's not mine, p-please just save my dad." (Y/N) murmurs as Bobby is rushed off on the gurney. 

The nurse stops Sam and Dean from following. "Just wait here."

"We can't just leave him." Sam pleads.

"Just don't move. I've got questions." The nurse says firmly before walking away.

"Sammy, we got to go." Dean pants, looking at their little sister who seems to still be processing what happened.

Sam follows his gaze and shakes his head. "No. No way, Dean."

"The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean rushes over to (Y/N), cupping her face in his hands to bring her out of the little trance she seems to be in. "Come on, sweetheart, we gotta go get that sword."

(Y/N) looks up at him, eyes searching Dean's as she nods, ready to kill every demon in existence for what happened. Dean presses a kiss to the top of her head before him and Sam usher her out the door.

~~~~~~~

The three hunters enter John's storage, guns ready after the boys let (Y/N) change out of her bloody clothes. Two dead demons lay on the ground, making the siblings confused. They look around at all the random hunting stuff before a voice is heard.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." Zachariah says, flanked by two other angels on either side of him.

"Oh, thank god. The angels are here." Dean replies sarcastically, smiling.

"And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah waves a hand, shutting the door to the storage unit. "It was right in front of them."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us." The angel explains.

Dean shrugs, eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "We don't have anything."

Zachariah sighs, taking a few steps forward. "It's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Dean stares at him for a moment before the angel continues, "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one."

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean almost growls.

The angel starts to pace as he explains, "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle."

Dean squints at him in disbelief. "I'm a vessel?"

"You're the vessel. Michael's vessel."

"How? Why—why me?" Dean stammers.

"Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean." Zachariah takes a step forward. 

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun." Dean grumbles sarcastically. "I think I'll pass, thanks."

Zachariah shakes his head, disappointed. "Joking. Always joking. Well...no more jokes." He makes a finger-gun, pointing it at Dean, then shifting it to (Y/N). "Bang."

(Y/N) lets out a sharp cry of pain as a sickening crunch fills the air, her legs snapping like twigs and she crumples to the floor. Sam rushes over to her with a shout of her name, Dean glaring at the angel in front of him. "You son of a bitch!"

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than her legs." Zachariah threatens. "I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?"

(Y/N) pants through the pain as Dean takes a step towards the angel. "How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?"

Zachariah shrugs. "Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive."

A smirk grows on Dean's face. "There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes."

Dean shakes his head. "Well, there's got to be another way."

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." The angel says.

Dean just nods with a smile. "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me. The answer's no."

"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." Zachariah tries to bargain.

(Y/N) looks up at Dean as he hesitates, ultimately saying, "No."

"Then how about we heal you from..." He takes a second to think. "Stage-four stomach cancer?"

Dean doubles over, coughing up blood into his palm. "No."

Zachariah looks down at Dean. "Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs." Dean turns to his brother, who suddenly is unable to breath. Sam gasps for air as the angel continues. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean."

(Y/N) gets up on her elbows, sitting up enough to try and help Sam, even though she knows she can't. "Just kill us." Dean grunts.

"Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." Zachariah taunts before a bright light flashes behind him. He turns to see one of the other angels collapsing, a stab wound to the throat. Castiel then moves onto the other angel, killing him easily as well. He lets the second body fall to the ground before walking up to Zachariah.

(Y/N), looking up from where Sam is laying, breathes a sigh of relief. She whispers, "Cas..." with a soft smile.

"How are you..." Zachariah trails off.

"Alive?" Cas finishes. "That's a good question. How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?"

Zachariah looks down in disbelief. "No. That's not possible."

"It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice." Castiel threatens. Zachariah narrows his eyes before he vanishes with a whoosh of wings. Sam sits up, looking around surprised. He stands up and helps (Y/N) up as well, Dean also getting to his feet. "You three need to be more careful."

(Y/N) walks around her brothers, throwing her arms around Castiel's neck, her nose buried in his shoulder. She feels him tense for a moment, hesitant to do anything. After a few moments his arms encircle her, his large hands on her back. "I'm so happy you're okay." She mumbles into his trenchcoat. 

"I'm glad you're alright as well." He replies softly, reluctantly letting her go, but keeping a hand on her upper back just below her shoulder blades. 

"Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean grumbles. 

"Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Castiel steps forward, putting a hand on Sam and Dean's chests, both of them doubling over slightly with groans. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrow, confused as she steps forward, wondering what Cas is doing to them.

"What the hell was that?' Dean's voice strains.

"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." Castiel explains, turning around to (Y/N), gently taking her right hand in his left one.

"What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asks.

Cas looks at the older Winchester for a moment. "No. I carved it into your ribs." He then looks down at his bond, his eyes softening. "Your turn, Ol Allar." He says, calling her something in Enochian. She gives him a nod before he brings his right hand to her chest. (Y/N) grunts, gritting her teeth and then the pain dulls to an ache. 

There's a pause before Sam clears his throat awkwardly. "Hey, Cas, were you really dead?"

Cas hesitates for a moment, looking down at his hand that holds (Y/N)'s. "Yes."

"Then how are you back?" Dean asks.

Cas doesn't respond, just looking at (Y/N) before pressing his lips to her forehead and vanishing, leaving the three hunters with the dead.

~~~~~~~

"'Unlikely to walk again'?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby yells from his hospital bed. (Y/N) sits next to him in a chair, Sam and Dean standing at the window. The doctor flees out of the room as Bobby continues to yell. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!"

"Dad..." (Y/N) trails off, gently grabbing Bobby's hand.

Bobby's eyes settle on her, then flicking to the boys, then back again. "You believe that yahoo?"

(Y/N) smiles apologetically as Dean says, "Screw him. You'll be fine."

"So, let me ask the million-dollar question." Sam chuckles lightly. "What do we do now?"

"Well..." Bobby starts. "We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, Heaven or Hell, we're boned."

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. "What if we win?" Bobby, Sam, and (Y/N) all look at Dean incredulously. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves."

"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" (Y/N) asks sarcastically.

"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out." Dean smirks.

Bobby looks between his surrogate children with a small smile. "You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."

Dean shrugs. "It's been said." He leans forward, patting Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. (Y/N)'s gonna stay with you. We'll see you in a bit." Dean smiles softly, heading for the door, Sam following.

"Sam?" Bobby calls. The younger Winchester stops. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever."

(Y/N) smiles and gently squeezes her father's hand. There's a pause before Sam sighs, "Thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome." Bobby chuckles. "I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome." (Y/N) laughs softly as Sam and Dean leave the room.

~~~~~~~

An ambulance drives past as Sam and Dean walk out in the parking lot. The ground is wet, the moonlight shining in the puddles.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam says as he steps off the curb.

"Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asks, glancing at Sam out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—"

"I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit." Dean interrupts, stopping in the middle of the road, Sam stopping with him. "I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." He finishes before moving around Sam.

"Dean..." Sam starts, said hunter stopping again and turning back to his brother. Sam sighs. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

There's a long pause before Dean answers. "I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother and look what happened."

Sam rolls his eyes, "I would give anything—anything—to take it all back."

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were the one that I depended on the most besides (Y/N). And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean pauses, struggling to find the right words. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" 

Sam nods, his voice coming out soft. "What can I do?"

Dean chuckles sarcastically. "Honestly? Nothing." Sam just nods again, not surprised. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Sam gives another nod, still not surprised. "I just don't think I can trust you."

Now Sam looks up, that surprised him. Dean just shakes his head and walks to the Impala, pausing at the trunk to look back at his brother before getting into the driver's seat.

(A/N): for the Enochian I just Googled 'Enochian Translator' so don't come at me lol

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