#tried to write this out like i was trying to sell you a house lmao

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Nightmare - Crown Prince of Durmous

Durmous - aka, the place the story is set in! - is the largest and most prosperous kingdom, famous for its robust economy, advanced infrastructure, and diplomacy. It’s a central hub for trade and intellectual pursuits, known for its universities and libraries, which attract scholars and diplomats from far and wide.

Customs & Culture: Durmous values peace and stability, with a strong emphasis on unity and legacy. Marriages are often arranged between nobles to keep alliances strong, but the kingdom is known for its tolerance and open-mindedness, particularly regarding individual freedoms. Durmous celebrates an annual festival in the spring, honouring life and renewal, which often includes public feasts, games, and the sharing of traditional songs and stories.

Religion: While the people of Durmous are free to practice any faith, the kingdom generally honours the Celestials, a pantheon representing wisdom, justice, and compassion. They believe the stars guide the fate of royalty, and it’s common to consult astrologers on major decisions.

Royalty: Nym, Nightmare’s mother and the ruling King, is wise and forward-thinking, renowned for her strength and diplomacy. She has a strategic mind and encourages intellectual and cultural growth. Nightmare, the eldest prince, has one sibling, Dream, who has a more emotional and idealistic temperament.

Architecture: Durmous boasts dark stone castles with high, spired turrets and elaborate gothic designs. The structures have pointed arches, intricate stained glass windows, and iron detailing. Buildings are arranged in an open, sweeping formation around the palace, giving a sense of controlled elegance rather than claustrophobic defence. Courtyards and gardens feature twisted, elegant iron benches and statues of mythical beasts.

Clothing: Durmous fashions lean toward heavy, rich fabrics like velvet, silk, and brocade in dark jewel tones—deep purples, emeralds, and midnight blues. The wealthy favour sweeping cloaks and high-collared coats with elaborate embroidery and gems. They love long sleeves, tall boots, and rings with dark stones, reflecting a sense of mystery. Even in common clothing, Durmous citizens prefer dark tones, which plays well with darker dyes like indigo and crimson from locally grown grapes and fruits. This makes Dream, with his preference for bright yellows and blues, usual.

Climate: The climate is temperate but misty, with frequent fog rolling in from the mountains, making mornings and evenings cool. The temperate climate makes it perfect for growing rich fruits like apples, blackberries, and grapes, which are the kingdom’s main exports. Wines from Durmous are prized for their dark, full-bodied flavours, often enriched with spices traded from distant lands.

Diet: Durmous’s diet focuses on fruits, cheeses, pastries, dark bread, and preserved meats, with a special fondness for wine and cider. They’re known for their vineyards and orchards, with wines and ciders aged to a rich, complex depth. Meals tend to be hearty but reserved—Durmous citizens are sophisticated in their preferences, enjoying quality over variety.

Fauna & Flora: The plants and herbs native to Durmous include hemlock, belladonna, elderberries, and sage. The landscape around the castle is dotted with thorny rose bushes, ivy, and climbing blackberries, which reflect the dark and enigmatic culture. Animals in the kingdom include ravens, foxes, and large black hounds. The people of Durmous also dye their fabrics in hues taken from these plants, giving their clothing an earthy, moody tone.

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Nightmare is seen as a cruel man. he is cold, dark, and drawn to all things macabre. More than one person has called him ‘evil’ before, a creature borne of complete darkness and negativity. it was widely believed that as a child, he was swapped out for a changeling. Nightmare doesn’t know why people see him the way they do; he doesn’t realise anything’s wrong? he’s just quiet, and prefers time to himself.

he enjoys reading a great deal, and spends most of his days in the library, reading books, playing the grand piano, writing, or tending to needle work. he is naturally very smart and book savvy, but less understanding of social circumstances.

He also seem to just KNOW things that people don’t, he KNOWS secrets you’ve never told people, and he can and WILL hold them over your head if needs be. there’s no doubt he will be a GREAT leader.

Nightmare used to escape the castle grounds as a child to take a book and climb a tree, to read alone, undisturbed by his hand staff or his brother who wants to play.

Both Dream and Nightmare dislike their Mother, the King, but constantly vie for her attention.

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Sorry but I think you’re being super negative about the whole “Rachel Presents” announcement.

Rick Riordan is a white author who is passionate about mythology. After Greek mythology and briefly going into egyptology, he used his influence to give People of color a chance to write modern mythology stories from their own culture and experiences—and most importantly he stayed in his lane.

I think Rachel choosing to step back and give other people a voice is a great outcome, considering you guys all joked about how horrific it would be if she tried to appropriate another culture in her next series.

You also said she should have given LO to another creator who had the passion and dicipline to finish for her. That’s ESSENTIALLY what she’s going to be doing with RP. Maybe her true calling is just…being an Idea guy. She has wonderful concepts and cool ideas, but lacks commitment. In this scenario, we could end up with super amazing stories, with proper editing from Random house and proper commitment from new creators. I don’t really see the issue here, everyone wins.

(And lots of authors do the whole “___ presents” format. I don’t think she deliberately copied RR. Most likely her books sales did well and Penguin House approached her with this offer.)

lmao what? I was against the folks saying she should give it to another creator. I don't think not liking the series should mean she's obligated to "give it to someone else." The series is hers and so it's her responsibility to finish it. I do think she should have ended it a long time ago or if she was really miserable making it then she should step away, but she shouldn't be giving it to someone else to finish for her just because "boo you suck at writing your own comic". She started this, she should finish it.

And this is literally her doing exactly that - appropriating other cultures - with extra steps. Just instead of being on the front lines with her own work, she's sponsoring other works based on her own bar for quality (which we know is EXTREMELY low) and slapping her name on them so she can take a "backseat". It's really icky to see from a creator who practically failed upwards and is now using "herself" as a selling point, when she has no real legitimacy outside of LO, which was only as successful as it was because of WT constantly sinking money into it and advertising it over other series on the platform (and because it's based off a story that was VERY popular to romanticize at the time, the H x P myth. Like it was literally what was popular on Tumblr when it started as a hobby comic on Tumblr.)

I'm outlining all of these posts with "speculation" because obviously I don't know what's really going on behind the scenes here, but I think it's really disingenuous of Rachel to sell herself as some top tier brand name for mythological works as a whole when she's caused so much actual harm to the Greek myth community and its sources. It's furthering the notion that she has any credibility as a "folklorist" when really she just pulls whatever comes off the front page of Google. And the similarities between herself and Rick Riordan do matter here because of how commonplace it is these days for Rachel to rip off other works rather than take inspiration and make it into something that's organically her own.

That's my two cents. It's not me trying to be "negative", it's me being genuinely concerned over the blatant appropriation from a white woman gaining even more control over the depictions of cultures and mythologies that she claims she's educated on and isn't. Unlike Rick Riordan, Rachel does not have any formal education in the subject she's claiming to be educated about. Unlike Rick Riordan, Rachel allows her fanbase to use her work as a source on Greek myth and she obfuscates the line between "fiction" and "fact". Rick Riordan started Rick Riordan Presents after he had multiple hits under his belt that were celebrated and loved. Rachel is starting Rachel Smythe Presents after a one hit wonder that could be chalked up to a total fluke that wasn't even able to go out with a bang.

Rick Riordan writes fictional stories inspired by Greek myth for children. Rachel is writing fictional stories claiming to be "retellings" of Greek myth - and now other mythologies if the implications of this project follow through - for adults. It's disingenuous and it frankly deserves to be paid attention to and called out.

I do genuinely want to see creators given an avenue to monetize their work and that's why I think the thought of it is nice, but any amount of further digging just makes this feel like a grift that will lead young and inexperienced creators down a path that won't benefit them (or take advantage of them) due to the blatant lack of care and management exhibited by Rachel over the past 5 years. Just because Rachel had one massive hit that lined her pockets for years does NOT qualify her to be a titan of the industry. Not by a long shot.

To quote Super Eyepatch Wolf,

"Let's say you decide you want to become a carpenter, and particularly, how to build a nice chair. Think about the kind of person you'd want to learn that skill from - would it be from someone who's built nice chairs every day for 30 years, or would it be the guy who built ONE nice chair 5 years ago out of a special kind of wood that doesn't exist anymore, who has NO experience with the kind of wood available to you now?"

EDIT to add: it was more likely Rachel's representative, Britt Seiss who landed this deal for her, not Penguin House themselves. That's what agents are for.

EDIT EDIT: this is ALL assuming she even FOLLOWS THROUGH with this project, because god knows the only reason LO has even gone on as long as it has was because she was being held responsible via a contract, she's NOTORIOUSLY bad for committing to things and has even admitted to it in interviews. She barely even works on LO as it is. Spring of 2024 could roll around and this project could entirely fizzle out. Again, not me trying to be a negative nancy here, I'm just stating my own concerns based on what we all know about Rachel at this point and how she operates.

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╰┈➤ I wanna be yours | J.J.K

✎ PAIRING: Jungkook x F!Character

✎ SUMMARY: would destiny ever find suki and Jungkook again? And would it ever work in their favour?

✎ WARNINGS: none really??? Idk I’ve been writing this all summer long lmao. Comment if I missed anything!!

Suki was gullible, that much she already knew. However, how can she refuse the sweet doe eyes trapped in the bad-boy life style? His dark chocolate eyes and choppy hair, white simple tee and blue washed out jeans. Hair as dark as the night sky. He was her first love, her one and only true love, of that, she was sure.

Though, a couple like them was destined for failure at this time. She came from a broken home, running away from her toxic parents in her pink Mitsubishi lancer, the fact she drove a stick shift is what interested Jungkook, but then he learned suki was foreign. And a good driver. She was at the fresh age of nineteen, and he was just a twenty year old man, running from cops and constantly coming home bruised and beaten.

They met outside an old rusty gas station, he had all sorts of different snacks in his hands, whistling to himself while looking down at the can of red bull in his hand. She was just trying to tank up her beloved lancer, sunglasses covering her eyes and a white tank top covering her upper body, neatly tucked into her mom denim shorts. They were wide at her thighs, yet so tight around her waist. She looked divine that day, her skin glowing in a coppery-gold shade.

They moved in together after dating for a couple months. Which lead them to be absolutely madly in love.

At the usual night return of Jungkook, suki helped clean his freshly busted lip. Their bathroom was rundown, barely any hot water and covered in mould. The lighting was a dull orange shade, casting a beautiful shadow over her hardened features. Though their home was old and run down, they made the best of it.

As he sat across her on top of the counter top she cautiously wiped his lip with a gauze warm water from the tap beside him, she leaned back against the tiled wall. Scoffing. The fact he sat so casually and yet exhausted in their shared bathroom, somehow irked her even more.

“Suki please, don’t -“

“For Christ’s sake Jungkook,” she slapped her crossed hands on her legs. She was still in her work uniform, she worked at the local diner, a white shirt, black leggings and red apron with her name tag “how much longer will this go on for huh?”

“Suki-“ he sighed, head dropping behind him and leaning against the mirror.

“How much longer will you be beaten? Your body is covered in cuts, scars and bruises. Is it worth it? Selling some coke and shit for a few pennies? Is it really worth it?” Her voice was exasperated, whiny at this stage, “Stealing shit and getting in trouble. Shit that costs a lot of money! Like that gold fucking watch! It costs more than this house, more than what you and I make in two years. You don’t get anything for it. You steal it, risk yourself and he takes all the money. This is some bullshit.” She scoffed.

“Baby,” he pulled her towards him by her hips, fingers moving her chin towards him, kissing her lips gently “soon, I promise. We’ll have everything. A huge house, good cars, and so much money.”

She shook her head, staring into his eyes solemnly, “not like this kook. Not like this.”

The sole reason they even had a roof over their head right now is because of Jungkook current “boss”. An old greasy man giving him a piece of crap house for free, just to get him whatever he desires while sitting in his mansion and Jungkook has to risk his freedom… life even. Not to mention the amount of money Kook owes this bastard. Another reason he has to do what he does. Sure, he tried getting a job, but his boss gave him a deadline, if he didn’t have a solid job within two weeks, he had to do what he does now. Which is why he’s forced to do it. No question about it. Either that, or Jungkook has to move to a whole different city. Which right now, neither of them could afford.

He rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as he smelled her sweet perfume, “do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” She whined, hands balling in his bloodied and dirtied white tee. His own hands cupping her face. Both of their eyes closed as he continued lingering his lips on hers.

“Then continue trusting me. Please.”

So she did, for another year she put up with it. She worked for her last dime. Having enough gathered up to move out of this shitty town and get a small apartment in a suburban area. Suki excitedly came home that day, hands shaking with how over worked she was, the skin on them already wrinkling from the bleach and chemicals she was washing everything in.

She noticed Jungkook when she hung her coat on the rack and walked to the kitchen, the smile on her face souring at the sight of a hunched over Jungkook, right above their sink.

“Kook?”

He said nothing, humming in response instead.

“You okay?”

He scoffed, tongue poking his cheek as he turned towards her. When he usually did that, it meant he was angry or disappointed. Or both.

“How long were you going to keep this from me?” He said, dropping the bank statement on the kitchen table.

“Kook,” she sighed, “I was about to tell you. I didn’t want to get your hopes up before i got the final cheque. We can finally move. We can get that apartment we said we’d love, I promise I was going to tell you. I just needed this”.

She smiled a little, moving the cheque towards him. $5000 written across it.

He was silent, though he smiled back at her quickly, “that’s great babe. That’s amazing.” Though his tone was a little flat, she decided to ignore it, blaming it on his small surprise at the banking statement.

“I’m gonna go wash up? Join me in bed hm?”

He mumbled a quick ‘course’ and pecked her lips back before she strutted up the creaking stairs. Taking the tie out of her bun and letting her natural curls out.

She felt him hug her that night, kiss her shoulder before she dozed off. Sleeping peacefully. The next morning, she woke up to an empty bed, though not unusual, she thought Jungkook would stay back a little so they could celebrate, but either way, she made her way downstairs. Yawning a little.

On the table, laid one single rose and a letter. Inside, it wrote a simple sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Instantly, she was worried, her first thought was calling jungkook, which sent her to his voicemail. Then. She saw the envelope of the cheque, empty. No sign of it. She checked everywhere she could, even though she knew she put the cheque back in the envelope the night before. In pure shock, she sat down, still in only her leggings and a hoodie she threw over her top half before heading downstairs. She chuckled to herself, unable to stop the worrying about Jungkook. Perhaps he needed it really badly?

Then her bank called, asking if she truly withdrew half of her savings. She confirmed a yes even though she didn’t. She knew then, he used the money to give back to whoever he needed to give it back to. Whether that was his boss or someone else. She also knew she couldn’t take it anymore. All that hard earned money, every cent went away to her savings so she could get him out of this town, out of this mess. But she needed to think of herself now too. Even if she felt guilty and selfish, she wiped her tears and began to do what she should have done much sooner.

She packed her bags quickly, writing a note for him too;

“I’m sorry too. Don’t bother making it up to me, just please help yourself. Get yourself out of this mess kook. I hope you understand I had to think of myself now too. Goodbye”.

With that. She left. Successfully renting a tiny one bedroom apartment. Small but doable.

A fresh start.

██ 20% *___* / - eight years later-

Suki sat in her chair. Her white skirt neat, not too short, right above her knees. Purple silky shirt exposing her collarbones and necklaces. And sparkly heels nicely tucked behind her chair. Her hair was in a half up half down style. Absolutely beautiful she was. She sat facing her boss as he proposed the business to Jungkook. The CEO of J.J & Co. Though she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. The way she seemed to glisten, her pulse point; right between her collarbones, ever the same. Giving away just how nerves she actually was.

The whole meeting flashed by in a mere minute. Jungkook mindlessly signing whatever contract with whatever business her boss pitched, following her like a lost puppy when she walked out the room. He wondered if she didn’t remember him. Or if she did, did she perhaps hate him for what happened back then?

This might break him, but regardless, he hurried into the elevator right behind her.

Suki stood idly, looking at the numbers on the elevator, going down from the 12th floor each second. He didn’t have much time. He had to think quick, and without another minute wasted, he pressed the red button. Stopping the elevator at a random floor. Her head whipped around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed and sweet eyes confused.

“Sir?” She asked in a soothing tone, though it was confused.

He licked his lips, clearing his throat a little, “hi suki”.

He could almost see the whirring of her thoughts in her pretty little head. Hair dark black, eyes almost glowing bright green, and skin so beautifully caramel. She was gorgeous. As always. Her skin glowed with gold flecks under the poor lighting in the elevator, her skin was like a blend of chocolate and caramel. Absolutely perfect she was.

For a second, she forgot how to breathe. Her button like nose flaring a little when she took a deep breath. Her naturally curly hair framing her face elegantly. Stunning, stunning, stunning. She was breathtaking.

“Jungkook…” she closed her eyes for a second. Licking her already glistening lips. If he hadn’t known her, he’d thought her lips were all makeup. But he knows the dark chocolate like outline of them was natural, and so was the lighter shade in the middle, thus creating a perfect ombré effect.

“Do you have a minute to talk?”

She in fact did. After this meeting she was meant to drive home and do absolutely nothing. She could easily take his offer on whatever he wanted to talk about, but in being in the depth of Seattle, was too risky. It was a city she was in love with, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fall back in love with another thing. Another someone.

She struggled to make her mind up. Her manicured finger coming up to play with her glossy lips, swallowing thickly as she comedically glanced up at him, though it was very quick and if jungkooks focus wasn’t all on her, he’d miss it. But it proved to make him amused as he watched the gears in her head work.

“Just a quick chat over dinner? Nothing much. A celebration for being business partners say?” He suggested.

‘This is gonna break me’ she thought to herself. But sighing, her hand landed to her small leather-like purple handbag. Curling her delicate fingers around the handle before her sweet eyes met his again.

“Okay.” She agreed.

They decided to take Jungkook’s car as he’d have to return to the company afterwards. His white Mercedes shone under the bright sunlight, and as they sat inside and buckled up, Jungkook could see her nibbling on her bottom lip out of his side view. He smiled to himself. Some things never change huh?

The drive wasn’t too long, arriving at the small hut cafe, Jungkook held the door open for her as they entered the homily restaurant. They were seated immediately, the server seemed to know Jungkook as she engrossed in a small conversation with him. Smiling at Suki as her eyes lit up. She was an elder woman, not too old but definitely about sixty something.

As they looked over the menus, Jungkook was the faster person. As always. It reminded him how she always reads the menu carefully, making sure she doesn’t pick something that she doesn’t like because she’s far too shy to speak up and would instead eat it all instead of asking for something else.

Food ordered, they sat in awkward silence for a second. Her green eyes almost cat like, sharp and slender yet very tender and doe. She smiled lightly at him, sipping her lemon water, “I love the Merc, when did you get it?”.

Another thing he loved about suki. She always knew how to carry a conversation, never afraid to start one up or ask questions, “uh I got it around six months ago or so.”

“It’s beautiful. Why white though? I remember you said black cars are top tier” she chuckled, crossing her legs over.

He smiled, he’d never admit that every car he owns is either in white or a red satin wrap, all because she’d always say how beautiful those specific colours are, “just needed a change. You can drive her back if you want?”.

The waitress served their food, her eyes closing as she smelled the delicious food in front of her, laying a napkin on her laps, “oh you are so gonna regret offering that.”

The conversation flowed over dinner, somehow an hour turned into two and two turned into three. Both of them laughing and reminiscing their teenage days.

“I did mean to give back every penny I took from you suki. I mean it. When you left, I couldn’t figure myself out. I believed you’d be back, that any day you’d come back to the house and after a year I finally was able to work on myself. I went to college, got my degrees and suddenly I found out my father appointed me as the ceo after his death. I was scared. And at that moment, the only thing that kept me sane was thinking of you.”

Suki smiled softly at him, her eyes mimicking her smile, “I know kook, it’s history now. Don’t worry about it.”

Dinner went well, and by the time suki could even think about it, their time was at an end as she pulled into the spot beside her own car. Suddenly her chest felt heavy. She realised just how much Jungkook has grown as a person, he’s no longer that troubled young boy. He’s grown to be a mature man, responsible and caring. His heart was always at the right place, his mind was a little behind, but it seems as though he’s paced it to its right timing. He finally caught up.

███ 40% *___*

It was a sunny day when Jungkook unexpectedly came to her work place. All eyes on him as he walked confidently towards Suki’s office. He looked amazing as he tapped gently on her door before entering her room. A white button up, undone at his chest and sleeves rolled up, hands In the pockets of his black dress pants. Tattooed arm perfectly contrasting him.

He walked towards her desk, his lips pulling into a soft smirk, “you look great.”

She wasn’t dressed amazingly, a simple white pencil skirt hugging her curves perfectly, along side a lacy cami top and a light and airy blouse. Gold watch on her wrist and pearl earrings framing her face. It was a basic but comfortable outfit. Still he thought she looked perfect.

“As do you,” she smiled “to what do I owe the pleasure?”.

He chuckled softly as he sat down on the chair in-front of her desk, legs crossed and hands intertwined right below his lower stomach, “care to go with me to a charity event slash party?”.

She was surprised, sure of herself that he moved on to someone else, which begged her question, “what about your girlfriend?”.

He looked off in the distance with squinted eyes and a tilt of his head, exhaling a deep breath through his nose as if in deep thought, “I have a girlfriend?”.

She rolled her eyes in amusement, “I’m sure you have someone better to take to an important event than me.”

“And who says you aren’t the expectation?”

Suki sighed, slumping in her chair as her left hand rested on her stomach, “i am not the standard, kook. I am just an overworked employee, I’m not a business woman or someone of high title.”

He tiled his head to the side like a lost puppy, “you are to me.”

This flustered suki. Her cheeks burning with a light shade of pink as he leaned across her desk, his eyes turning serious and dark as they floundered over her face.

“I would only be the most confident man if I have you along my side.”

That is what ultimately made her accept his offer. That soul reason is why she is panicking over an outfit, throwing everything out of her closet to find something of any sorts of acceptable. She owned nothing of higher standard; all either basic or too skimpy.

Her panic was cut short when a knock resounded in her apartment, her brows furrowing in confusion as she walked to her entrance door. There stood her coworker and best friend, with a box from Norma Kamali. And a smaller one from Christian Louboutin. The frown on her face deepened.

“You’re confused?” Her coworker whined childishly, “I’m confused”.

“Oh get over yourself Jimin!”

“Bro this is like 2K in a box!”

She rolled her eyes, “why are here with this?”

His brows pulled into a frown, “Jungkook sent me here with this.”

She gasped an ‘oh my god’ before pulling Jimin into her apartment by by his tie. She set the boxes on her circular table, staring at them as if they’d explode, “you have got to be kidding me!”

“Well im no-“

Before Jimin could finish his sentence , Suki was already calling Jungkook as his eyes widened. He mimed to her to cut the call of desperately as she ignored him.

“Jungkook, I can’t accept this. I’m send it back with Jimin.”

His voice came through the other side of the phone, “it’s not returnable Suki, I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“He hung up on me! The asshole hung up on me!”

“This man sends you like basically thousands in a box and you call him an asshole? You’re truly one of a kind Ki”.

“I just don’t get why he’d do that! What an idiot honestly.”

After ushering her to put the dress and heels on, Jimin waited patiently, picking at the different variations of fruits in her wooden basket. Suki’s apartment was cozy. Warm vanilla like painted walls, her living room was separated by just one kitchen island that connected her countertops. The paint in the kitchen was a brighter shade, almost lemon like. Everything went under the aesthetics, a strawberry littered clock, manual one. Her fridge magnets were either lemons limes or strawberries. The cabinets a glassy white, counters marble. It was a beautiful place, one where Jimin always felt cozy, warm and at home. Especially her white soft couch with way too many pillows.

Her baskets on the counter were always filled with fresh fruit; grapes, apples, bananas, strawberries, kiwis etc. there was a cute heart shaped bowl, which contained his favourite treats. Toffee covered nuts, chocolate bars, hersheys and all unhealthy teeth rotten goodness. Suki was an amazing cook too! Her food always tasted glorious, either sweet/spicy or simply heaven like. She always baked when she could, and she could bake about anything. Breads, cakes, muffins, you name it, suki would probably do it in a heartbeat.

But despite being an amazing person externally, Suki was also probably the most endearing soul ever. Her heart could never take another souls suffering, always there to comfort. Even if she didn’t have the right words to say, she’d always let someone.. anyone, take her shoulder to cry on. Despite it all, people hurt her anyway, like her previous boyfriend. It didn’t last long, but he hurt her feelings so quickly. Sleeping with her best friend of many years. That day, Jimin spent all day and night with her. Jimin knows her like the back of his hand, he can almost always predict when she’s about to get her period, or when she’s about to get her random energy excretes.

Jimin also knows how much she cares about pretty much everything. The plants on her window sill always hydrated adequately. He remembers the time she found a bunny in the mouth of a neighbours dog, cutting Jimin short of his rant and helping the creature immediately. Unlike many, she wasn’t scared or perhaps even slightly disgusted. No. Instead she was tremendously worried. She took the bunny home, cleaned it’s wounds and got advice from a vet. After a short while, when ‘berry’ was better and healed, she released the bunny back to the wild. Or the time she noticed a bumble bee having trouble flying because it’s wings got wet by swimming into her cup. She’d sat the bee on her leg and let it dry until it flew away by itself, Jimin kept staring at her, afraid that one wrong move and she’d get stung… alas she didn’t.

When she came out of the room, his world stopped. She looked absolutely stunning. From her makeup, to her hair to her outfit. She pulled everything off so easily. Her dress was form fitting, satin and hugging every perfect crevice of her body. The red was vibrant under her darker caramel skin tone and the gold necklace and shoes enhancing the pink undertones in her skin. She was fabulous.

“The shoes are jimmy choo’s… and the dress is Norma kamali I believe.”

Jimin’s plumb lips separated, “well you look gorgeous.”

“I feel like amazing in this.. the quality is superb chim!”

She sounded excited, and she deserved to be so. Everyone around her knew how beautiful she was, how gentle and caring she is. She deserved every good there was, Jimin firmly believed so. No matter what.

On the way to the event, suki felt more than nervous. Her skin though gleaming and glittery, was sweating buckets. Her hands slightly shaky and heart beating about a hundred miles per second. It wasn’t because it was probably the most handsome man ever attending with her, but he’s just not the same one as she used to know and love. Not that he’s changed for the worse, on the contrary, he’s done everything she only hoped he would have. Kook, kept his promise.

Jungkook never was a bad guy. He’s always had the best at heart. He was just a lost boy, a boy who was caught up in a messy life style not by his own choices. He’s had a rough life, a rough start, perhaps that is why they were madly and deeply in love. Maybe it was the way it was written in the stars for both of them. They fit like a puzzle, like corner to corner, Solid.

Standing outside the event now, with her dress barely doing anything to keep her warm, she looked around. Dancing eyes trying to find the handsome man in question. Her heart began to sank the more she looked around and couldn’t find him. Her stomach twisting and knotting in an almost painful ache. It was the warm touch of someone’s palm on the small of her back that made her jump a little, effectively distracting her.

He stood beside her, in all his beautiful glory. He was dressed far too fine, albeit he always looked too good. He dressed in black pants and a navy button up, and in true Jungkook style, the first few buttons left open, giving her a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up and the gold watch he’s worn before caught her attention. He smelled amazing too, a spicy woody fragrance paired with cotton and coconut undertones.

“You know,” his arm snaked around her waist, beginning to stroll casually towards the entrance, “you’re putting every woman and man in there to shame? That’s quiet mean Suki.”

She chortled, the chuckle always pleasing to the man as he looked down at her with a wide grin, she didn’t quite catch his expression as instead, she was looking down at her feet, “you’re being too nice.”

Her body was pressed to his side, his warmth welcoming. He looked up to the dark sky, his free hand coming up to rest on his lips in deep faux thought, “no, I’m just honest.”

She scoffed amusingly, manicured fingers picking at her clutch bag, “thank you for the dress, it’s beautiful.”

“I have never invested in something so successful.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she ignored it. Smiling to herself a little. The night was beautiful, and she loved every second she was with him. He was still so bright, maybe even brighter. He was the happiest she’s ever seen him, truly the best version of himself and that, that fulfilled her.

It was bound to come up, she knew that. Her overthinking last night has prepared her for this moment, yet still her heart broke somehow even more than yesterday, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d leave. I shouldn’t have expected that of you anyway, you had every right to leave, but it was a wake up call for me too. So now, I’m in a position I can give you back the money I took from you.”

She could see the pain behind his eyes as he sat on the chair across her, swirling his wine in his glass. She cleared her throat, her fingers picking at each other in her lap, her voice soft as she began, “it was never about the money, and it will never be. I left because I couldn’t watch someone I loved so much ruin themselves, but, I also had to prioritise myself. I had to get out of there and help myself. During those times, I tried to help you so much it eventually began killing me too, everything I did, every job I worked, every plan I made, it was all for us. Because I wanted us. I wanted my future with you. But I never had that influence on you, to actually help you the way I thought I was. I think, instead I was making it worse for you, because just like me, everything you did, was for us. For me. In the end, all our efforts, were only killing us.”

The way his eyes locked with hers made shivers crawl down her spine, her heart pick up its pace and her head feel light, “If,” he began, “if I asked you to give us, our younger selfs too, the chance to fix what we had, would you agree?”.

Her lips dried, and her eyes felt as though there was shards of glass in them, however, somewhere in the lump inside her throat, she found her voice, “if they,” she swallowed thickly, “If we, did try again, we’d have to go slow, very slow.”

“You would pick the pace.”

“Just slow, little by little.”

“Okay.”

████ 60% *___* | a month later

“Jungkook,” he chuckled behind her, his hands still on her eyes as he walked behind her, ultimately leading the way for both of them, “im a little nervous not gonna lie.”

“Just trust me okay?”

She sighed, trusting him with pretty much everything and anything. Between the charity event and now, everything between them was not exactly as they said. It wasn’t that everything was moving too fast or too slow, matter of fact it wasn’t moving. Almost as if they hit the rewind button on their relationship, everything they had before was restored, just a lot more better. Like an update with fixed bugs and better versions. It was fun, it was simple but it was everything they’d die for.

The dates were getting crazier and crazier, from fine dining to jet helicopter flights over their town. It was everything she didn’t need to survive, but everything she throughly loved and appreciated from him. He was the little eye of her life now as was she to him. It wasn’t something that could ever break, she was sure if that.. always.

“Ready baby?”

Adjusting to the bright sun, her eyes squinted for a second. Until a boat came into her sight. It was large. White and beautiful. On the edge of its nose was her name written in pink ‘suki’. He named the damned boat after her, it was only natural for her eyes to well up with tears and her lips turned into the little pout he absolutely loved kissing away.

“Do you like it?” He asked her as pecked another sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love it.” She sobbed softly. “I love you.”

His heart stopped, exploding in shards of glitter and all things happy. He damn near fainted, “you love me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tip toeing to reach his lips and wrap them in the most divine kiss ever, “I love you.”

“I love you”.

█████ 80% *___*

Before she knew it, half a year past and she was moving in with him and his huge dog bam. Not that she was complaining because she absolutely adored bam. She loved him more than she loved herself. But despite it all, bam is a highly energetic dog, knocking her down with the box she was carrying when he ran right into her.

“Bam!” Jungkook yelled, quickly setting the other boxes down to help her.

“I’m fine!! He didn’t hurt me, he’s just high energy right now.”

As he helped her up his face told her that he was thinking deeply, as bam stood behind her on deep guard, “he’s been a lot more stand off’ish beside you now. He’s so protective of you, I’m beginning to believe he loves you more than me.”

Suki chuckled, pecking Jungkook cheek quickly as she ran her palm down her sides to dust off her sundress, she began bending down to pick up her box before stopping mid way, “I don’t think bam could ever love you more than anyone else.”

That wasn’t a lie, the dog was like jungkooks tail, wherever Jungkook went you could almost be certain bam followed. He was an imprint of Jungkooks character and Suki learned that quite quickly.

It started with bam following suki for small distances, from the living room to the kitchen, watching her closely as she would unpack stuff, wash them and organise them neatly around their new home. Then it rapidly became more protective. He followed her everywhere, tangling between her feet as she’d walk. He’d even guard her bathroom door as she’d do her business or even shower.

“Bam, chill im alright” Suki giggled as she sat on the couch, robe tight and cozy around her body as she snuggled into her boyfriends side.

The dog laid its head on her lap, looking straight into Suki’s eyes and whimpering, “kook maybe somethings wrong with him? Maybe he’s sick? Should we get him to a vet?”.

Jungkook sighed, brows scrunched and lips slightly pouted, “he seems fine, he’s eating, playing and generally normal aside from being attached to your hip 24/7.”

Jungkook had a point, the more suki kept an eye on the dog, the more she recognised that he truly was fine, he was just a lot more involved in her life than ever. He won’t let Jungkook touch her waist anymore, everything else is fine. He’s always on high alert, just like the time she screamed in the bathroom because she saw a spider and he came rushing in with Jungkook, with bared teeth and hunting posture.

Suki began to pay more attention to the way he was acting around her. When she’d come home, normally, he’d jump all over her, but recently he’s only been coming around her, letting her pet him while he’d sniff her belly. From time to time he’d nudge her stomach, lay his head on it or move his head side to side, whimpering.

It only became apparent to Suki when Jungkook and she were sitting on the couch, devouring the Krispy Kreme she’d begged Jungkook to get her because she was having cravings.

“You know,” he started, wiping his hands with a tissue, “I read somewhere that uh, dogs can sense when a woman is going through changes…”

She raised her brows, “changes?”

He nodded his head towards bams direction, the dogs head leaned against her belly. Suki’s eyes widened.

“Surely you don’t believe im pregnant?”

“Well… you are late on your period.”

Suddenly, everything became very clear to her. It made her nausea, the doughnut suddenly felt like the plague and she felt dizzy. It was only a matter of time before she rushed to the bathroom throwing up. She weren’t sure wether it was the realisation or wether it was the symptoms. Either or, suki agreed with Jungkook to get a pregnancy test.

She freshened up by the time Jungkook came home with three tests. She took all of them at the same time, pacing the bathroom with her heart beating a thousand miles an hour, bam sat beside her whimpering and sniffing as finally the timer on her phone rang. Both Suki and Jungkook immediately going for the tests.

“Positive.”

██████ 100% *___*

Suki always hoped that sometime, she’d reunite with Jungkook, maybe even become friends if the timing was right. What she got in return, was a lot more than that. Bringing home their first born son made her smile brighter than the morning sun. It was truly amazing how much someone could change within a couple of years. And just how destiny can truly transform someone’s life. She’d never imagined being this successful. Being engaged to her first true love and welcoming a life of their love and hopes. It was truly amazing.

She stretched with a yawn as bam came out of his bed, carefully approaching the baby he has protected while it was still living inside of you. He sniffed him, before laying beside the car seat and laying his head just on the edge of it. Immediately making you at the peace.

This was all you ever needed. A home, love and a family.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

- a/n: enjoy and excuse any typos.

[dayeongi]

Hey there,

I'd love to tag you for these questions for writers:

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

10. How do you decide what to write?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

22. Who is your favorite character in [Setting Sun] and why?

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [Setting Sun]? Explain your choices if you want!

51. If you write in English as a second language, what do you find easier to write in English, and what is harder than in your first language?

Thanks for writing 'Setting Sun', I love it and I'm so curious how this story will unfold!

Hihi nina! (Can I call you nina?)

2.-

Lolololol here it is!!

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Angst

Regency Romance (next one is regency too so putting them both here)

Character Death

Friends to Lovers

lmao makes sense!!

10.-

I have a LOT of ideas!! I just let them stew for a while in my brain until one feels alive enough in my mind! So it starts with "What if" and I only start working on it if it's giving me colors, sounds, and shapes! I need the full color vision!

17.-

So this is a very guilty want of mine because hinata is my third favorite character of Naruto, but I've been looking forever for a naruhina fic set during the pain arc or war arc where Hinata is seriously injured/dies, and Naruto has to process his feelings about it without Hinata having to do any more work. Either that, or I want a re-write of Naruto that handles the romance better and is more queer, please, we want diversity in this HOUSE, not just pair the spares

22.-

So right now my favorite character in Setting Sun is obviously Temari, but my favorite character to write right now is actually Kankurō! I really enjoy writing his dealing with political intrigue and the dichotomy of how he has to act vs how he really feels, and how easy yet tiring it is for him to continously put up the act. I also feel sorry that he's dealing with everything on his own, and he's going on this self sacrificing quest to keep his siblings safe even though they, particularly Gaara, do not understand why he would want to do it, and his (misplaced) guilt about the situation with Gaara, coming to learn about it, and that without meaning to, Kankurō’s been the cause for some of the things that have happened. (Not because of him, but just because he's the first born son)

I just have a lot of feelings about it ok?????????

23.-

I really want to try writing fantasy!! So far I've mainly done Canon and semi or striaght up Modern AU!

29.-

I actually have a playlist I use when writing!!

It has a LOT of songs but hopefully at the end I will have a more refined playlist!

Here are some of my favorite ones from the playlist!

I mean... come on... if this one isn't them I don't know what is!!

Come on... come ON...

51.-

It has actually been probably a decade since I tried to write anything in Spanish besides poetry! The truth is that after nearly 12 years of studying, reading, working and speaking English, my vocabulary in Spanish is very basic, and my grammar has been suffering :( also my original fixation for writing in English is because I purposefully wanted to make my writing inaccessible to my father, who could only say "hi how are you" in English, so it find it hard to write and being vulnerable in Spanish. It all feels like too much you see. In English, I can manage my feelings and expression better

I'm so so happy you're enjoying Setting Sun!!!!!!!!!! I've been working on chapter 8, and I think it's going to be a very big chapter all in all! From now on, it feels like every chapter will be a big one, in terms of plot points, so I'm nervous! If all goes well, Setting Sun will be 15 chapters, and then I'll start working on planning Ultraviolet and Dawn, as well as The Road Back Home!

From this ask game!

[sunakore]

Bit of info for my main OCs :)

helloo. i might post a drabble later idk. but here is some info on my ocs! im working on worldbuilding, but its obviously not even close to being fleshed out yet. siiiiighs

(expect there to be either changes or updates on my characters. ill probably make a separate post on what they look like but there'll be no art) (i wish i had the motivation to art 💔)

Main OCs:

Nalani [he/they], 21

Icarus [he/him], 19

Santez [he/him], 19

Marelle [she/zir], 22

Aeloa [she/her], 19

Rene [they/he], 20

They're self-appointed demon hunters! Well...I don't know what they really hunt yet. just work with me here lmao. demons in this world are just any big bad creatures, and I'll probably find a name for them. They also do hunt titans, which also will eventually have a name...but titans are much more ancient and intelligent. and big. theyre big boys.

because i haven't touched on their abilities (which is very not obvious from my writing) in ANY of my drabbles...since ive been focused on character interactions and all, here they are. shoving them in your amazing face.

-Nalani can absorb and store cold temperatures in his blood, and then channel it back out in the form of ice. So, they can basically manipulate ice, even fucking bend it (awesome!!) in whatever shape he wants. He could remake the sphinx of giza on a good day. Because of his ability he can also withstand freezing temperatures like a boss. He can't store too much cold in his body, though, cause it can only tolerate so much.

-Icarus...has no ability. Deadass. No sudden awakening or aha! i secretly have an ability and you never knew it! No. None of that. i mean hes cool i guess...

-Santez has like...some kinetic absorption thing. he can absorb impact directed towards him and bounce it back. The more he uses it without break, the more weakened his ability will become. So rest = good, which is something he never does so yay.

-Marelle can warp the perception of someone, but she has to actually be aware of the knowledge ze's trying to warp, and has to emotionally resonate with how the person feels about said knowledge. She doesn't have high emotional intelligence, so. Yeah. If she overuses zir ability then she'll become emotionally drained.

-Aeloa can connect with creatures and influence them. She also can with demons, but that depends on their mental strength. Her ability usually only works on weak demons. Animals are naturally drawn to her because she's a disney princess in her own right. She can understand what animals she's connected with are feeling and saying.

-Rene is a shapeshifter, but not quite!!! They can only add on and modify characteristics and not change into a whole new form. He can't remove them, so if they give themself a bird leg then aaah you're stuck like that for a few hours buddy :D. Giving themself too many characteristics at once will temporarily destabilize his ability. So call it a mini shapeshifting ability. and no, they aren't a furry

im not gonna go over relationships since ill establish that in my writing. but heyyy heres some random info about the characters:

they all live together in a house they rented. they split the rent and everyone has to pitch in. usually they collect horns, fangs, or skins from 'demons' and sell it since they can be turned into valuable resources (usually for magic purposes, ill think about that later lol).

-their home is in a forest a few miles from a suburban hill. its also on a high hill above the city, so if you reach the edge of the forest then you can get a view of the city lights. my fantasy bro

-nalani's basically the parent of the house. he's the only one who knows how to cook and drive. he doesnt trust anybody behind the wheel. they tried to get the others to cook a meal and they cooked a fire. he makes them do chores tho

-everyone has their own rooms. marelle likes to sleep in the bathtub, for some reason. santez was banished to the basement cause he kept blasting music at 2 in the morning.

-rene drinks a lot. the legal age to drink is 18 at wherever the fuck they live, so dont worry about that.

-santez listens to lady gaga. and he also has a serious addiction to staying up until 72 hours.

-icarus is very skilled, which is how he keeps up with the others and their abilities. he's kind of the tech guy? he's really good with mechanics. he spends a lot of time working on tools for fighting and defense. and developing stupid pointless softwares. he also studies 'titans' and their old ass civilization from any artifacts he can find.

-aeloa likes drawing, but doesnt like showing people her artworks. she's very passionate when it comes to art, since it's something she loved as a kid. she draws yuri /j

-everyone likes chocolate. if someone has a chocolate cake that shit gonna get stolen like it's in a tom and jerry episode. everyone keeps their secret stashes. they also try to find each other's secret stashes. all the time.

-marelle's a NERDDD. she reads non-fiction and stuff, nerd!! ze might drop the most baffling word in the dictionary during a casual conversation. she's very intelligent, which makes zir bad at explaining things in a way that's simple for others. when icarus explains things he's just extremely vague and absurd in his wording and doesnt offer any context at all.

Bdays :3

format is month/day

Nalani: 4/15

Icarus: 9/2

Santez: 1/18

Marelle: 12/23

Aeloa: 3/27

Rene: 2/7

okay thats all for now lol im working on a magic system and i either will post it...or start mentioning magic in my drabbles without making it an info dump somehow

[fusion-ego]

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the day to renew our lease is coming up

june 17th isn’t that far away

and while i wouldn’t mind staying where i am, i’m starting to get stressed about finding somewhere else to live

but most places don’t allow pets, when renting, and the cats are non-negotiable, so finding a house is the only other option

but what’s the point in trying to save money for a down payment on a house? i don’t make enough money to come up with that kind of cash in time for renewal day, and i don’t have anywhere i could go if i chose to move out instead of renewing the lease

and if i do renew the lease, then i keep on not making enough money to save up for anything important. and that’s assuming our landlady doesn’t try to raise rent - if she does, all bets are off, because i’ll just have to move out because i can’t afford, on a one-person minimum wage salary, to pay more than the $475/month i’m already paying when i also have to come up with electric and internet every month.

the only way to manage it, to come up with that kind of money, is literally to commit a crime, like fucking bank robbery or some shit. or, you know, paying only the most important of my bills and never buying anything at all except the essentials, in which case i relapse horrifically (and so does my husband) and there’s no point doing that to ourselves

i’m really starting to understand why people rob banks. and do other shit like that.

like i got it before, i understood, cuz i grew up in a less-than-$20K/year household that often had to feed and clothe 4 people, and crime would have made things so much easier for us, but now that I’m the idiot earning less than $20K/year while trying to juggle all my bills AND find the money for a house, it makes even more sense.

i don’t know how my mom did it all that time. i really don’t.

my dad selling drugs to supplement our income and finance his personal interests has never made more sense to me than it does now.

it’s probably the mania talking but i’m about this close to turning to a life of crime to get by lmao

if anybody has any tips on how to supplement my income (without turning to a life of crime) please do let me know lol

like my body is not... good for sex work, even cam work, cuz i have trouble doing, ah. penetrative stuff. so despite having tried that (and still trying that) it’s not really a viable option. transcription treats me okay but only if i can get high enough quality projects, which... not easy to do. writing and drawing have made me like $350 in total in the almost-five-years i’ve been doing that for money, so... not great as an option either.

life is just. dumb. and so is money.

i’ll get over it i just have to be dramatic first

[inklore]

laur <3 i just wanted to say i love your blog so much! i was wondering: do you have any eddie headcanons that you think about a lot or have wanted to share with us? i always love reading other people’s headcanons. i hope you have a great weekend :)

you’re too sweet, lovey!!! i have a dozen different thoughts and headcanons when it comes to this boy so these are literally all over the place lmao.

tw: eighteen+ content, references to sex, criminal activity, drugs, parental issues.

he writes on the back of his hands when he needs to remember something: an idea for a campaign, a deal he needs to make later, anything but homework assignments

doesn’t carry a backpack, either finishes his work at school or doesn’t do it at all, never takes work home with him

is incredibly smart, can do math all in his head (he’s a drug dealer ok he’s hella good at it), just doesn’t have that academic incline to be smart in school/struggles in that aspect because he doesn’t care about what he’s being taught

has several fantasy novels scattered around his room, in drawers, in stacks on the floor, with writing in the margins: ‘campaign? henderson would love this!’

his dad is in jail for criminal activity (some of which he taught eddie), his mother left him when he was still little and he hasn’t heard from her since—but who doesn’t care, fuck it, having shitty parents builds character right???

his uncle is the only father figure he really counts in his life (but he still has a touch of the mommy and daddy issues, doesn’t want to turn out like either of them)

would definitely become a mechanic after graduating, or some easy job he’d excel in. but would still try to make it big with his band, would never give up that dream

joseph said that when eddie finds out someone loves him he doesn’t know how to take it/kind of thinks he doesn’t deserve it etc, which makes sense with his family issues, but also means (in my head) that when he finds someone who he shares those equally intense ‘love’ feelings for he’s literally the biggest simp

i’m talking constant mixtapes, letting you touch his guitar (no one touches her!!), play with his hair, lends you his favorite book only because he wants to see your face light up from enjoying it (but is hella nervous you might dislike it), lends you his band shirts because he loves watching you walk around in them (and only them), let’s you play your pop music in the van (will fake grumble about it but loves to watch you dance and sing along, and oh wow are his fingers drumming to the beat?? is he singing along?? no no of course not…)

he’d even let you design one of his tattoos. like he’s literally so smitten he never stops smiling or trying to please and make you happy, hes literally a ‘once i’ve fallen in love that it’s you’re the one forever’ type

i think it’s hard for him to express his feelings so he does it with humor/chaotic behavior/cynical outlooks, since he wasn’t raised by overly passionate and loving parents (literally hesitates a little during hugs because he’s not used to them but loves them, secretly of course)

he’s tried the hard stuff (drugs) once and that was enough for him, isn’t really into anything other than weed and cigarettes, still holds onto it though just in case he can make a sale from it

will put on eyeliner for gigs and gigs only!!

and as cute as he looks with his hair up he would never be caught dead with it up in a pony, unless you batted those cute eyes of course, then maybe, just maybe. only around the house! but he doesn’t like it!!

he’s not the best cook but he’s learned this trick to make microwaveable dinners taste better than they should; says he was high one night and the magic just happened, that it’s his secret recipe he uses (literally just seasoning, or a couple handfuls of shredded cheese)

doesn’t like hard liquor, strictly beer!

only goes to parties to sell to people, other than that he would rather take an arrow to the foot than go to them

when there’s a song he wants to learn he will hold himself up in his room for days, you or wayne literally have to drag him out or force feed him because he has a one track mind, neeeds to get it done, neeeds to learn it (our boy has intense hyper-fixations)

fiddles with his rings when he’s thinking or nervous + sticks his tongue when he’s in deep concentration + messes with strands of his hair when he’s trying to flirt

isn’t super clingy in the sense that he needs to be always touching you, but constantly catches your eye/is caught staring at you, or checking in with you, or playing with your fingers (loves when you play with his rings!!!), or tickling you, or tackling you down on his bed

can’t just give you one kiss, has to press a dozen to your cheek and neck always

isn’t a tit or ass man, loves it all, all of you, every part

loves to please, i’m talking will spend hours…doing things….in the name of pleasure for you

his fav position is any he can see your face, your expressions, can lock eyes with you, see that you’re enjoying it; missionary, or you on top

loves assurance, needs it, craves it in any and all aspects of the word, as much as he hates to admit it

has the biggest heart, hates to show it more often than not but once you’re his: friend, partner, what have you, he’s got you for life, cares about you immensely

doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body

but does have a jealous one and sometimes anger slips into there because he hates the things he gets jealous over

princess, beautiful, sweetheart, and babe (very rarely used), honey when he’s being a little shit, are the only pet names he uses or will ever use!!!

bi bi bi biiiiiiii

has big switch energy, but is the softest!dom you’ll ever meet, and i use the word dom very loosely here

never knows where to put his hands during any sexual act, always wants to touch everywhere and anywhere you’ll let him

talks a lot during, like he’s definitely a fan of lazy high sex that’s filled with a few giggles and weird things being spoken but it never takes the two of you out of it

loves kissing!!!!!

a few kinks i think he’d have: hair pulling, biting, dry humping, marking (with his mouth or a tattoo gun), light choking, voyeurism, a touch of corruption

would literally cream in his pants to see you wearing one of his rings as a necklace

if you bought him something he’d literally treasure it like it was an irreplaceable artifact

he’s literally so patient and encouraging when it comes to teaching anyone anything

loves cheesy ass jokes even if he’ll give you a deadpan look while you’re delivering it

is and will forever be a kid at heart

literally would be the adult playing hide n seek with the trailer park kids

loves proving people wrong (respectfully)

not a morning person, has been late to class so many times because of it. will wrap himself around you in the morning to stop you from getting up

smokes after sex, that good ol after sex cigarette

before he moved in with wayne, wayne was a truck driver which is why all the mugs and hats decorate the living room wall. and a way they bonded when eddie first came to live with him was: he would pick a new mug each day to ask wayne about and he would share his traveling adventures with him

like i said his dad taught him some criminal activity: hotwiring, picking locks, siphoning gas, how to pickpocket, insurance fraud

would tell the best scary stories on the camping trip

can barely grow chest hair

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Hey!!! Will u please write an imagine where the reader and Steve are chilling by his pool and then he pushes her in and she gets cold and wet but he gives her some of his clothes and it’s all cute and fluff?

Warm [S. H]

word count: 1.6k

A/N: I don't know what season you imagined this in, but I decided to make it between the third and fourth seasons because Steve is less of a jerk in that period, lmao

You were sitting on one of the chairs by the pool, with another next to it that was occupied by Steve. He had taken advantage of the fact that his parents were away on business to invite you to hang out and maybe drink some margaritas, or just do anything that would help you get rid of the stress of the week.

“And these idiots return the tapes without rewinding, it's so annoying. If you've seen your movie at least have the courtesy to leave it as it was when you rented it,” he complained, talking about his new job at a site called Family Video, while you sipped your drink.

“It's part of the experience, Stevie. And at least you're not wearing shorts here,” you joked, hearing him laugh.

You met Steve when he wore a sailor uniform every day and flirted instead of selling ice cream, being one of the lucky ones. You somehow struck up a good friendship with him and it didn't take long for you to start dating. I mean, not as a couple, but casual dates and nice times with each other. You had a suspicion that he liked you and of course he liked you, you were just trying to keep him in the flirting stage.

“Speaking of shorts, I'll go get some to go swimming for a while. We just filled the pool with water” he informed you cheerfully “Do you want to go to the house or wait for me here?”

"I'll wait for you" you answered with a smile. He got up and gently caressed your cheek shortly before walking into the house, which you were grateful for otherwise he might have seen the blush that painted your cheeks.

While he was changing you tried to distract yourself in some way; looking around you even though you knew the place very well, moving your feet from one side to another, and even looking up at the orange sunset sky. After a few minutes you walked around the pool (which was the first time you had seen it full of water) and wondered how warm it would be. You carefully sat down on the edge and took off your shoes, setting them aside, then slipped one of your feet inside. It was a little cold and the sensation coursed through your entire body, but you barely had time to register it before a pair of hands went to your waist and a scream rang in your ears.

It all happened too fast, so when you least expected it, you had already fallen into the pool, soaking yourself from head to toe and swallowing water in the process. You did a couple of laps to try to swim, but bare biceps rescued you, pulling you back to the surface.

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you yelled, brushing your hair out of your eyes and hitting the man's bare chest repeatedly.

"I just wanted to scare you, I didn't mean to throw you" he laughed taking your wrist with one of his hands so you wouldn't hit him "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"I could have died!"

"The pool is two meters deep, don't be dramatic," he said with amusement, but you were still upset enough to agree with him. Once you were a little calmer you realized the position you were in: Steve, who was wearing only yellow shorts, was holding you firmly against his body, with your face too close to his “Do you want to swim a while? I mean… taking advantage of the fact that you're already wet” he suggested and you playfully pushed him free.

You didn't know how to swim as well as Mr. Captain-of-the-School-Team, but at least you could stay afloat, so it didn't take you long to walk in the water. Steve was right, after all your clothes were already wet, and getting out of the pool wouldn't do any good.

You swam back and forth, you laughed, you chased each other, and you even tried to drag Steve down just because he pissed you off (although you were unsuccessful), until after almost an hour you decided you'd better get out of there. As you climbed the stairs all goosebumps rose from the icy air that had already settled in and you began to shift your weight from one foot to the other as if that were of any use in increasing your temperature. Luckily Steve noticed and ran to grab his towel, wrapping it around your back.

"Thank you" you exclaimed, with your teeth chattering and your hands rubbing your forearms to try to improve the situation.

"I don't think you have a change of clothes stashed away, do you?" he asked, even though he knew the answer perfectly, and judging by the look you gave him he knew he hadn't been too amused by his joke. After laughing, he took you by the hand and guided you into the house, not caring that the wooden floor was soaked with your steps, until you reached his room.

"What are you doing?" you murmured confused, seeing the boy open his closet and take out clothes, discarding some on the floor while he threw some others onto the mattress.

"This will do," he said softly, as if he were talking to himself, and when he turned to look at you, he spoke again "It's the smallest clothes I have, maybe it will fit you"

"Sorry?"

"So you won't be cold" he explained to you as if it were something obvious "I'll change in the bathroom," he said and left the room without further ado. This was too strange for you, not only because you had never been in Steve's room but because you were going to wear his clothes. You stumbled onto the bed, careful not to stain the green rug on the floor too much, and scooped up the clothes. They smelled like expensive detergent and that natural scent on your friend, which made you smile.

You went to the bathroom inside the room and took off all your clothes to change them for the ones he had given you. In pants it was sporty and you thought it must have been from when Steve was 12 years old, because it didn't look too bad on you, but the sweater you were wearing was huge. You looked at yourself in your mirror and were a little thankful that your lack of a bra wasn't showing, but you blushed when you realized how much you liked the view. You were wearing the guy's clothes, in his room, after hanging out… you could get used to that.

“Y/N?” someone behind the door asked. You jumped over there a couple of times and opened the door, finding yourself with a dry boy dressed again "They fit you" he smiled, looking at you with tenderness and amusement. The sleeves of the sweater hung below your hands, so he reached down a little to take your arm and fold the fabric until he was at a decent height, doing the same with the other. You were still and held your breath at the closeness, feeling nervous at Steve's soft touch on your skin.

"Thanks," you exhaled, hoping your blush wasn't too obvious "Would it surprise you if I told you I'm still fucking freezing to death?" you laughed. It wasn't a lie, you really kept feeling your frozen bones.

“I know a way to get warm,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes wide and let your mind wander into the fantasy of what he meant by that: Was it really what you wanted? Wouldn't that ruin your friendship? Perhaps Steve had been too slow to suggest it, since this wasn't the first time you'd been alone in his house, and a part of you even feared that was all he wanted from you. But all your thoughts were run over when he stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms. He was… holding you?

"What are you doing?"

"It's so you don't get cold" he repeated his words from earlier, with an almost irritated tone. Oh, so that's what he meant when he said warm. You had been thinking about sex and he just wanted to hug you. My God, you felt so bad.

It didn't take long for you to wrap your arms around him, not wanting him to walk away because of a misunderstanding, and you were grateful that you could cover the blush on your cheeks by burying your face in his chest. Steve's scent was intoxicating you and he wasn't lying when he said it would warm you up, plus you were relaxing considerably now that he was holding you.

"I didn't know you were so good at hugging" you laughed, not knowing what else to say. Steve was so pure and tender that you had a hard time believing he was real.

"So you think?" he murmured softly, his lips hidden in your hair. That boy cared a lot about you and he didn't want to screw it up with you. He was going to conquer you, with flowers, dinners and hugs included, because you motivated him to dust off all those romantic tactics that he knew.

You didn't know how long you were in his arms, but it was enough for you to get sleepy and the sound of his heart would take care of lulling you. Steve almost considered it a crime to have to part with you.

"Do you want to see a movie?" he asked, his voice gentle, as you nodded against the fabric of his shirt.

"But only if you carry me, I'm very tired," you said lightly, as a joke. You didn't expect him to actually lean over and pin you bridal style “What? It was a… Steve!” you yelled, but he didn't care and walked that way to the living room, thoroughly enjoying the sound of your laughter.

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OK - I love writing different requests! A teen mc (11-13) comes to Devildom and everyone is surprised but there is no going back now that Lucifer randomly picked us. Anyway, we're very shy and obedient, but because we're afraid of demons, we're always hanging out with the trio of solomon, luke and simeon. Slowly Luke and teen mc fall in love with each other LMAO. What would be the reaction of the brothers and other dateables?

OH MY GOD! EVERYONE HOLD YOUR HORSES! WE'RE ABOUT TO ENTER FLUFF SUPREME ZONE! 🍧🍨🍰🍮

Luke and Child!MC is just AWWWW just imagine these two cuties running around, holding hands AHHHH 🍭🍬🍪🍩🍯

Lucifer

Honestly he likes you. You don't cause much trouble and are quiet around the house.

Protects you like a father. Doesn't let Asmo and Mammon take you anywhere unsupervised.

He knows you are still afraid of demons so he tries to make himself as amicable as possible. Tries to give you little trinkets or magical charms that will keep you safe from the more dangerous demons.

When you and Luke start spending time together and he sees sparks fly, he is wary at first. A human and an angel love didn't fare good during their time.

But looking at innocent and happy you looked in the kitchen play fighting while making desserts - he couldn't resist but smile.

Mammon

Huh? What's this? Another little sibling? And really little at that-

Great Big Brother Mammon is HYPER PROTECTIVE and there's nothing you can do about it.

However because you are small and meek, he will try to get you into his stealing and selling shenanigans every once in a while. Of course he won't say you were involved if he gets caught.

When he sees Luke come over almost everyday to give you some sort of new tart he's made - he instantly knows.

He will help you pick out what gifts you should give Luke in return. Has a bet going on with Levi and Satan as to how long it will take you two babies realize you've fallen in love.

Leviathan

WOAHHHHH he has a sidekick now! A little human sidekick just like those adventure games!

You are so quiet and curious, you're the ideal partner to have while gaming. He loves to rant and tell you the lore behind all the games he plays.

He double checks to make sure the animes you both watch together are child friendly. He doesn't want to corrupt your innocence!

Oh. My. Diavolo. Luke and you are a cliche romance anime waiting to happen. And sometimes he goes overboard with the shipping.

Loves to make you both watch cutesy romantic childhood friend trope animes and watch Luke lose his head trying to hide his blushes, while you smile and hold his hand. MOE OVERLOAD.

Satan

Bringing a small human like this to Devildom of all places...Is Diavolo really that dumb?

HYPER PROTECTIVE brother 2.0 who teaches you a hundred different hexes and protective spells to keep you safe if he isn't around.

A young mind is a curious one. So even though you are quiet, he observes what things catch your attention and starts explaining their history right away.

And you're an eager learner which makes you his favourite student as well. Ugh his brothers should learn from you.

Watching you and Luke bond over your favourite books and exchange stories about the human and celestial realm in the library - he knew it was a love story waiting to bloom.

Doesn't show it openly but he's rooting for you both. Who else could be better for you than a angel of your age?

Asmodeus

What a cute little human! Oh just adorable! No need to be afraid of me MC, I'll take good care of you

Honestly he was the only demon who didn't scare you right away cause of his beautiful face. When he hears that he is overjoyed.

Will not hesitate to make you his fashion guinea pig. Buys you hundreds of cute outfits to match with him. You're Devildom's popular little darling human now.

He's the first to detect the connection between the Luke and you and he doesn't shut up about it. Oh, imagine you both in a little bride and groom outfit - Luke almost screamed his head off at that.

He knows Luke keeps trying to take you to Purgatory Hall under the guise of keeping you protected from these horrid demons and calls him out on it.

Beelzebub

Another baby sibling? Yes yes you might be 11 you're still a baby to him.

Gentle protective teddy bear he is. Frequently carries you on his shoulders, so the other demons tremble at the sight of him.

Loves taking you to new places and try different foods. He has a catalog full of things Satan has written down: ingredients that might be poisonous to you so he takes care of that too.

Luke and you together? For him that means DOUBLE THE DESSERTS. He will hang around close by the kitchen whenever Luke comes over to bake with you.

Seeing you and him together gives him good memories of Lilith and her human. He vows to make sure you both have a happier ending.

Belphegor

This is a rather small human. He can't exactly hate something as small as you.

Is standoffish at first, you're still a human after all. But he comes around soon enough when he sees his brothers bonding with you.

Little by little, you remind him eerily of Lilith. And when he finds out you're actually her descendent - he goes into hyper protective.

When he sees you and Luke together, he gets even more flashbacks to his past and how happy and free they used to be. Dreads the same ending for the both of you.

Vows to protect you and Luke along with Beel. They couldn't protect their sister, they will protect what's left of her.

Simeon

Oh what a lovely little human child! How sweet and obedient - you're an angel's dream child.

He suggests the human be permanently moved to Purgatory Hall given all the time they spend here.

He knows how the relationship between a human and an angel caused a realm wide war last time but he's here now. And he trusts Luke.

It's so endearing to watch the two of you running around holding hands completely oblivious of what's happening with you both.

Makes up excuses to keep you coming over - to study, to bake, to read his new love story manuscript which is absolutely not based on Luke and you.

Solomon

It's a human child? Leave it up to him. They are his responsibility now. (Nobody is leaving him alone with you don't worry)

Think of Sirius Black and Harry Potter: yes that dynamic. Chaotic father figure + Chaotic curious child.

Teaches and experiments lots of new spells with you. Encourages you to do pranks with Satan and Belphie

When it comes to Luke and you, he just smirks uncontrollably. And Luke notices and shoos him off.

When he tries to get you both to try his recipes, Luke already has wings out ready to to carry you to safety.

Diavolo and Barbatos

Oh dear, did they summon the right human? This is only a child?

They are both secretly doting on you so much. Frequent trips to the castle and endless gifts from the Prince himself.

Barbatos is delighted at Luke and you learning how to make desserts from him. He sees how you both exchange blushy glances and giggles. And he doesn't even need to use his powers to see the future of the both of you.

Diavolo looks over at both of you and feels proud of himself. Seeing this, he knows his program is working. An angel and human falling in love in his kingdom.

Both of them organize play dates for you and Luke and they are shipping you shamelessly.

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The Farm

Damian Wayne x Jon Kent

Summary: just 2 boys in love but won’t admit it. I have the attention span of a butterfly so this is as close as I get to a slow burn lmao. I just think they are adorable and I headcanon Damian as demisexual. I did actually age them above 18 but this is sfw. Only a little kissing. There’s a bigot but he gets punched.

“I heard about the farm,” Damian said as they sat on a rooftop in New York. “Sorry.” They were drinking milkshakes after saving the city. Well Jon was as Damian had a vegan smoothie instead.

“Yeah, they foreclosed,” Jon said, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically stony. “Thanks. Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“You know I could help you.. financially. If you need,” Damian offered carefully. Jon shifted in his seat and took a drink of his shake.

“It’s not your job. I’ll figure out how to keep it. Don’t worry,” Jon said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats on vet school. Not that it’s a surprise. You were top of your class.”

“Oh thanks. But seriously, I have no problem writing a check right now, Jon,” Damian emphasized. Jon stared at him silently. It was so tempting to let Damian solve his problems but that wasn’t the Kent way.

“I don’t know,” Jon said shifting uncomfortably. Damian noted that it wasn’t a no.

“I will be going to school in Metropolis in the fall. The farm in Smallville is a lot closer to the university than my place in Gotham,” Damian said hoping to come off as casual. Apparently not as Jon almost fell off the roof in shock.

“Live- with me,” he asked, his eyebrows rose quickly.

“Oh, I suppose. Yes, that is what I would be proposing,” Damian answered. Jon looked at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat and softening the look on his face to more neutral. Damian definitely wasn’t meaning ‘moving in’ moving in. He was just being practical. He wasn’t in love with Jon the same way Jon was head over heels for Damian since he was like 13.

“It would be practical for us both,” he said and Jon relaxed. Yep, normal Damian not thinking of the social meaning of his words.

“I don’t have a butler,” Jon warned. “And I sometimes forget to do laundry or dishes.”

“Then I will make a chore chart,” Damian answered and Jon’s heart soared a little at the domestics of it all. Jon nodded with a grin.

“So when do I get my roommate?” Jon asked lightly. Or what he hoped was lightly. His farm was saved and Damian was moving in. He was surprised he wasn’t levitating yet.

“I need to sell my apartment first. And pack,” Damian contemplated. “Also I need to buy the farm. I’ll need 4 days.”

“4?!? I mean- that’s fine,” Jon answered. He began immediately imagining all the work he needed to do before Damian could move in. “You work fast.”

“Yes, money talks,” Damian answered as if it was normal for a 20 year old to say. Jon nodded and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

True to his words, a moving truck showed up 4 days later. Jon had cleaned and organized everything, even scrubbing the walls and sweeping the barn. The workers quickly set up everything in the spare room just as Damian arrived.

Damian arriving was a sight Jon would never forget. Damian wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up and a tan pair of dress pants over shiny black leather shoes as he carried in a large paper bag of produce. Damian had grown so much from the tiny 13 year old Jon had first known. He was now a full inch taller than Jon and probably 10 lbs heavier. It was funny since Jon was the one currently running around as Superman.

Damian sat his bag on the kitchen counter and wiped sweat from his brow. Jon was much more casually dressed in old blue jeans and a white t shirt with a rolled up and open red plaid button down over it. An old blue baseball cap was thrown over backwards on his head and little curls stuck out.

“You brought food. You know this is a farm, right?” Jon said with a smile. “We’re kinda known for having food.”

“I brought food to cook tonight,” Damian said trying to be casual. He had actually taken far too long deciding on the perfect food for him and Jon to eat their first night as roommates.

“Are you cooking for me?” Jon said with a pleased smile. The moving company was leaving and it was just the two of them.

“Yes, I thought it would be a good start,” Damian said formally. “No need to be so happy. It’s just dinner.”

“Of course,” Jon said trying to straighten his face. But how could he when Damian was living with him and cooking for him? Impossible task.

Damian busied himself in the small kitchen, looking in every drawer and cabinet. He noted that in the dying evening light, it perfectly captured the sunset. That was something that people paid huge amounts to even glimpse from their place in Gotham and Jon got a 360 view everyday.

“Well I have to feed the animals but I’ll be back soon. Do you need anything before I go?” Jon said in the doorway to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of rubber boots.

“Tt, you dare care for animals without me?” Damian said with a frown.

“Well I just thought- I mean you can- but you’re cooking,” Jon sputtered and Damian smiled.

“I’m playing with you. I’ll see them tomorrow. Otherwise the meal will be ruined,” Damian said. Jon laughed and shook his head as he left.

Damian looked at the photos that lined the hallway, smiling as he saw pictures of Jon as a child. Jon holding a fish he caught. Jon swinging a baseball bat. Jon holding up one end of a tractor. Right above it was a young Clark Kent doing the same. Damian shook his head with a little smile. He would never admit it but he was head over heels for Jon. Had been for a few years now.

“That’s the first time I lifted a tractor,” Jon said beside him. “Dad was so proud.”

“I imagine,” Damian answered. Clark was such a sore subject for Jon. His father had only been presumed dead the year before. Jon took it hard. He didn’t speak but watched Jon from the corner of his eyes.

“He never wanted to force me to be Superboy. I practically begged him. He was scared it was too dangerous,” Jon said with a sad smile. They both walked in the kitchen and Damian finished the food. Damian brought it to the table just as Jon shyly brought out a bottle of wine.

“Mr Kent, where did you get that?” Damian said with a little smile.

“Actually there’s an entire wine cellar full of the good stuff. Your father is quite fond of giving wine as a gift and Dad never liked to drink. So he stored it here,” Jon said pulling out a wine opener. “I thought we could drink it for him.”

“That’s very illegal,” Damian said expertly opening the bottle. “We’re both technically underage.”

“Anything is legal with enough money,” Jon said with a little grin and Damian laughed.

I’m an awful influence,” Damian replied. They spend the rest of the night eating and drinking wine before both crashing in their separate rooms in the early morning.

Jon crawled out of bed only a few hours later to feed the animals and get started on his day. He thanked his Kryptonian DNA for the lack of hang over he worried Damian would have. He crept quietly past his roommate’s door on his way out.

Jon returned a few hours later, still rather early, and was surprised by the smell of coffee. Damian was cooking breakfast for him. For them, Jon reminded himself. Damian was just his roommate. Damian nodded and poured Jon a cup of coffee.

“I thought you would still be asleep,” Jon admitted.

“I don’t require much sleep. Plus I want a tour of the property,” he said. Practical Damian as always, Jon thought.

“Sure, I’ll take you around. The farm and then town,” Jon added taking a huge plate of scrambled tofu and fried tomatoes. Damian had anticipated that.

“That’s a good plan. I don’t want to stand out in town. Should I wear a plaid shirt,” Damian asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you want. T shirts and jeans are fine too,” Jon said.

“May i borough these clothing from you? Mine are not appropriate for a farm,” Damian said casually and Jon willed himself to not have any emotion that Damian was going to wear his clothing.

Damian was extremely handsome in Jon’s plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. His bright green eyes and tan skin popped in the shirt and he had brushed his black hair neatly back as it had gotten long enough to fall in his eyes. Jon couldn’t help but stare at his Damian in his clothing. Logic be damned.

“What?” Damian asked looking at himself. “Does it look bad? I don’t want to appear foolish,” he said about to pull off the plaid shirt.

“No! No you look good. Nice,” Jon said and Damian’s lip twitched towards a smile.

“Thank you. Would you like to show me town first? Before we get muddy,” Damian said.

“Sure, that sounds good. I need to pick up feed anyways,” Jon said. They loaded into Jon’s old pickup. Krypto hopped into Damian’s lap as if he always had done it and they set off to town a few miles away.

“Here’s the library and the best Waffle House in Kansas. Second only to Ma Kent’s,” Jon said as they drove around. He showed Damian all the important sights in town. Damian had a hard time believing that everything was so compact and so small. Even the diner that Jon said they would eat lunch because they had the best pie short of Ma Kent.

They both, and Krypto, got out at the feed store and they treated Jon like old friends. He grabbed a basket and pushed it to the back as he chatted about all the interesting animals people owned to Damian. The Ferguson’s owned a pair of alpacas and old Skipper Smith had a parrot and monkey as pets.

Jon didn’t pay any attention as he easily lifted 4 50 lb bags of feed and casually put 200 lbs of feed in the basket. Damian looked around to see no one near. Jon did it again.

“Should get us through the week,” he said with a grin.

“You do know that most people don’t pick up 4 at once?” Damian told him quietly as they moved to the register. Jon stopped before nodded and laughing.

“You know I’ve never thought about it. Let’s get going before the diner gets a lunch rush,” he said. Jon tried to act more normal putting up the feed bags but tossing them one handed like bags of bread into the bed of a pick up truck was far from normal. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

The diner had about 12 booths and a row across the counter like old times. It probably was an older restaurant with the light blue tile and actual jukebox. Damian didn’t know what rush hour could possibly look like with all 7 people he’d seen since entering town but Jon seemed pleased to be earlier than them.

An older lady laid down a menu between them both and offered them coffee with a big grin. Jon ordered a chicken fried steak and Damian ended up getting the waffles. It was the only thing probably vegetarian on the menu.

“Oh shoot, I forgot you don’t eat meat. Sorry. Should I change my order,” Jon said raising his hand.

“No,” Damian said grasping Jon’s hand and pulling it down to the table. Jon’s heart just about beat out of his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to change what you eat for me.”

“Okay,” Jon said and the waitress came back to the table with drinks and eyed Damian’s hand on Jon’s.

“This your new partner, Kent,” she asked and Jon noted the judge tone to her voice as she sat down their glasses. Homophobia was still alive in the country. Damian didn’t notice.

“Yes, I just moved in last night,” Damian answered and Jon was frozen in time. Damian doesn’t understand what he means, Jon thought. He can’t.

“Oh, is that right? Took off to the city and brought back a city slicker. Well, each to their own,” she said with a passive aggressive smile. Jon sighed as she walked away. He didn’t know how to explain that to Damian. Was Damian even gay? Too late now. The whole town thought he was.

After eating their meal, Jon asked the waitress for pie to go. The diner had filled up and far too many people were glancing at the pair. Damian assumed it was because he was new in town or possibly they recognized him as a Wayne. Jon knew it was that he had brought home a man. Damian also didn’t quite pass as white with his tan skin and Arabic features so probably a dash of racism too.

Jon drive down to the park at the edge of town and parked by the pond. He put on a nice face but worried that Damian wouldn’t have as easy time in Smallville as Jon hoped.

“Something on your mind, Kent,” Damian said, sitting on the back hatch of the truck watching, the ducks swim.

“Nothing. Maybe I’m a little tired. Should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said with a laugh. Damian looked at him out the corner of his eye but said nothing and continued eating his pie.

“This pie is made with quality,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“Better than Alfred’s?”

“Different. Alfred makes amazing meat pies but he never quite understood American pies,” Damian answered. Jon nodded.

“I have to work the rest of the week,” he warned Damian.

“I have plenty of paperwork to keep me busy,” Damian answered. Jon knew he never had to worry about Damian that way. He always kept busy. This was probably his longest break.

The next 3 weeks consisted of getting up early to care for the animals before Jon left to work at the local paper. Damian would jog 3 miles down the dirt road that the Kent farm sat at the end of. By the end of the first week, a few of the neighbors would even wave at him. Jon counted himself as having the will of a Green Lantern to leave before Damian returned every morning. Damian was a sight to behold in his post workout glow pre-shower. He would come home and most of the time Damian was cooking dinner for him. Jon was really falling for the domestics of it all.

“Don’t get used to it, Kent,” Damian warned after Jon complimented an amazing dish Damian made. “Once school starts I can not act as a housewife to you.”

“You aren’t- Dami, you’re far from a housewife,” Jon sputtered. “I know that Flamebird has been seen in metropolis a few times this week alone.”

“Well, I needed to keep busy,” Damian said with a shrug. “Eat your eggplant.”

“I’ve probably eaten more vegetables this week than I have since I would summer with Ma,” Jon said. “But this is pretty good.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian said with a pleased smile. After dinner they sat on the swing on the porch and swung as they watched the sunset like an old married couple. Damian looked at Jon more often than he needed to as they talked about nothing. Jon was so pretty in the golden light. His bright blue eye and freckles looked adorable to Damian.

“And then in August we harvest-“ Jon had been saying before Damian cupped his face and pushed his lips against Jon’s. It was rough and their teeth clanged together and Jon pulled back with an “ow.”

“Shit,” Damian said, moving to get up. “I shouldn’t have- forget I-“

“Wait,” Jon said and Damian froze. He looked so uncertain and Jon had never seen that before. “Can we- can we try again?”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Damian said curtly, getting up. “Forget I did that. I apologize,” he said going inside.

Jon sat for a minute in shock. He had been in love with Damian forever and Damian finally kissed him and he couldn’t even enjoy it. Jon went inside and stood in front of Damian’s door. His hand tentatively considered knocking but Jon couldn’t do it. Just as he turned to walk away, Damian opened his door.

“I have to go to Gotham,” he said suddenly.

“What? If it’s me, you don’t have to leave,” Jon said quickly.

“No. My brothers need me,” Damian said and Jon noticed he had his suit on under his clothing.

“Do I need to come?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll be back later this week hopefully,” Damian said dashing outside. The screen door swung and slapped the doorframe loudly. Jon ran on the porch.

“Week?” He called as Damian’s car pulled out the drive.

Jon fretted and obsessively watched the news everyday. Krypto was getting anxious without his 3 mile jog every morning. Late on the fourth day after Damian left, Jon heard the front door open. He raced to the door. Damian looked weary and had a slight limp.

“Hi,” Jon said looking Damian over and Damian offered a tired smile. Nothing broken. “Do you need help?”

“No. I need to sleep and I will be fine,” Damian said stubbornly. Jon rolled his eyes and helped him to his bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. I will probably sleep late tomorrow,” Damian warned.

“Sure. Of course,” Jon said slowly closing the door as Damian fell asleep. Jon barely slept that night and got up early and called out of work for the day. Damian got up uncharacteristically late around 10 am.

“How are you?” Jon asked, offering him coffee. Damian took the drink before sitting next to Jon. He had a black eye and that limp was still around. The sun shone in bright in the kitchen and Damian was once again reminded the vast difference between smallville and Gotham.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” he said quietly. Jon didn’t want to pounce Damian the first second he got home but it was very hard to not want to talk about the kiss.

“You got mail,” Jon said, handing Damian a big Manila envelope that had come in the day before. Damian wordlessly opened it as he sipped coffee.

“Oh it’s yours,” he handed it over to Jon. Jon opened it with a confused look.

It was a deed. The Kent farm deed. The Kent farm deed in Jon’s name. He looked up at Damian who had a tired half smile.

“It’s in my name. You put it in my name,” he said. “W-why?”

“It’s the Kent farm. There’s too many things with the Wayne name on it,” he shrugged. “Plus I’m far from a farmer. It should be yours.”

“God Damian,” Jon said with tears in his eyes. He pulled Damian into a hug who squawked a protest that Jon ignored. “Thank you. I can’t- thank you,” he said wetly. Damian ignored how Jon was quietly crying on him. His grandma and dad passing had affected him hard and Damian knew he was crying over more than a house and land.

“You’re welcome,” Damian finally whispered and Jon cried even harder. Damian softly pat his back awkwardly. Jon leaned back but didn’t let Damian go. He gazed at Damian with the softest look.

“God Damian,” Jon repeated. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

Damian froze and just blinked at Jon who had pulled back but not out of the hug. “What?” He simply said and Jon’s face started to contort in pain. “Hold on,” Damian said and Jon warily looked at him. Damian knew he had to lean in or Jon would take it back and Damian would be too scared to do anything until Jon did this again. And he wasn’t sure how long Jon would wait.

Damian gently cupped Jon’s face in his hands and Jon breathed in quickly. Damian was clearly nervous. Damian noted how his face was soft and his skin warm. This time he gently bent over and softly pressed his lips against Jon’s. Jon quickly reacted by leaning in toward Damian. Jon could feel the rough pads of Damian’s fingers and taste the coffee Damian had been drinking. After a short while, Damian pulled back but not away.

“I truly care for you too,” he said softly and Jon grinned. “I’ve cared for you for a long time.”

“Same,” Jon said before leaning in to kiss Damian again. Damian kissed for another few seconds before pulling back again. This time Jon tried to follow his lips before stopping. Jon’s breath was erratic and fast. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve just never- I’ve never“ Damian started a bit lost for words. Jon understood what he meant.

“You’ve never been with a man,” Jon said gently.

“I’ve never taken the time for relationships with anyone. I’ve always been too busy,” Damian admitted. He played with the edge of a napkin nervously. He would never openly admit to being worried that his lack of experience was a flaw.

“We can go slow. Whatever you want,” Jon said and he finally looked at Damian the way he had never let himself before: like he was in love with him. Damian nodded.

“I’ve just never found anyone that interesting. I mean, beside you. After a while. I wanted to throw you off a bridge at first,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“I know. You told me,” Jon said. “We should go out to eat. There’s a place downtown that has vegan options.”

“I didn’t even know there was a downtown here,” Damian admitted and Jon laughed.

“It’s a small town. Not a hut in the woods.”

The place wasn’t ‘rush hour’ packed but had plenty of tables with patrons. Damian and Jon sat at a booth and Damian almost couldn’t handle the lovey way Jon was looking at him. Jon was staring at Damian like he was the moon, even though Damian stood out like a sore thumb in the rural town in his turtleneck and dress slacks. But that was his comfort clothing and he had given up on fitting in long ago.

“I’m going to the restroom. Order for me?” Damian asked and Jon nodded. As Damian walked towards the back of the restaurant, a man in a brown jacket and rubber boots purposefully shoved Damian with his shoulder as he walked by. Damian turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see any fruitcakes around here,” the guy said and Damian bristled. Before he could make a scene, Jon moved over to them.

“Hi Tyler. Do we have a problem here?” Jon said uncharacteristically cold. That guy didn’t realize that he picked the worst pair to insult. Tyler looked between Damian and Jon before deciding the fight wasn’t worth it.

“Nothing worth it,” Tyler said turning around. “Bad enough to bring a fruitcake to town, it had to a brown one too,” he muttered and Damian stiffened. He knew that he got looks when he went into town. He was probably the only person that spoke more than English or Spanish in town and certainly the only one to speak Arabic.

But before Damian could do anything else but feel disgust, Jon had punched the guy in the face. Well it was more of a flick with his fist but the guy went down like a rock. Damian hid his smile as him and Jon were hurried out of the restaurant with their food to go by a worried waitress who apologized to the pair.

As they walked back to the pickup truck, Damian reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand who lit up almost instantly. Damian ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he walked. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jon either.

“You know, it’s not everyday that a guy gets Superman to defend his honor,” Damian said quietly but playfully and Jon laughed.

“Can’t handle bigots. I’ll let you punch the next one,” Jon said with a shrug.

“I would have punched that one,” Damian answered. He turned and pulled Jon to face him before taking his free hand that wasn’t carrying a bag. Damian gently cupped Jon’s face to place a kiss on Jon’s lips before going back to walking. Jon had a stupid smile all the way back home.

[duskholland]

idk if this one has been done yet, but what about getting in a fight with mob!tom and he says something that really upsets her but tries his best to make up for it because he knows he fucked up?

getting angsty on this monday, I like it! I had fun with this. I went less tom trying to make up for it and more him undergoing the biggest grovel session of his life lmao. lowkey got a bit emotional writing it fhjdhf. enjoy !! cw: angst (w a happy end)

– it’s mob monday !! –

The argument builds quickly, escalating from a minor spat to an all-out explosion in the blink of an eye. What had started out as a small grievance about Tom’s inability to make time for you had snowballed, and now you’re standing opposite him, angry tears glistening in your eyes.

“You’re being unreasonable!” You exclaim, voice coming out hard. The palms of your hands hurt from the clenching of your fingers, small crescent-moon shapes from your nails pressed into your skin. “Why won’t you just listen to me?”

Tom’s face is a deep shade of volatile red, his hair unruly and untamed from the number of times he’s run his hands through his curls. He’d abandoned his smooth-talker facade minutes ago, now fully leaning into the side of him that you only usually see when he’s around his opponents.

“I’ve tried listening to you, Y/N, but you aren’t paying attention to what I’m saying,” he says, voice staccato. He clasps his hands in front of his chest as he groans, his face the picture of frustration. “I can’t change my schedule for you, alright? If you actually paid attention to how I live my life, and the lifestyle that I lead, you’d understand that. I can’t be like all your other boyfriends. I have responsibilities that are bigger than you.”

You bring your hands to your temples, trying not to cry as you stare at him.

“I don’t want you to be like my ex-boyfriends,” you respond, “I want you to be a good boyfriend, and pay attention to me when I tell you that I miss you.” Your voice softens slightly, and your glare loses some of its ferocity. “It gets fucking lonely living in this house, Tom. For such a big mansion, there’s barely ever anyone around, and when you’re not here…” You wave a hand through the air. “I feel alone.”

“Then move out.”

Immediately, your blood runs cold. You feel your heart drop straight to your feet, and your arms fall to your side, defeated.

“What?” You croak. A fresh flood of tears well up in your eyes as you stare at your boyfriend, who’s still looking at you like you’ve done something to cause him grievous bodily harm.

“If you hate living here, and you hate dating me so much, just move out, Y/N.” Tom shoves his hands in his pockets, shrugging. “Seems to me like that’d be a good solution to your problem.”

You shake your head, in disbelief at how quickly your boyfriend of two years has pivoted.

“Are you being serious?” You say, blinking at him. “Are you actually trying to kick me out right now? Just because I care about and want to spend time with my boyfriend?”

Tom stares at the ground, and you see his jaw twitch. You give him a few seconds to say something, anything, and when he fails to do so, you stalk over to the wardrobe. It’s only when you pick up a bag and start to throw your things into it that he seems to realise how angry you are.

“What are you doing?” Tom asks, sounding panicked. He walks towards you, reaching out for you, but you move away. Your eyes sting with tears, and you feel a few stray droplets roll down your face as you shake your head.

“I’m leaving,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you sling the bag over your shoulder and go into the bathroom, picking up your toothbrush and a few other things. “Going back to my flat.”

Tom shakes his head. “Please don’t do that, love.” He sounds desperate all of a sudden, and when you glance at him in the mirror, you see he’s deflated--shoulders shrunk, eyes wide. “I… I didn’t mean it, I was caught in the moment. You don’t need to leave.” He reaches out for you again but you dodge him.

“Don’t touch me,” you mutter. You hastily pull on the zip of the bag before walking back into the bedroom. “Don’t come over either. I don’t want to see you until you’ve figured out what you want from me and what you want from this relationship.”

He trails after you, keeping a safe distance, but you can almost feel how badly he wants to reach out and take your hand.

“I love you,” Tom pleads. “Please don’t go. We can work this out together.”

You shake your head. You’re walking fast now, just glad that you’d held onto the keys of your old flat when you’d moved in with Tom.

“We need space. I need space.” You find yourself at the front door, and you turn around to stare at Tom. He flinches as he takes in the sight of the tear tracks on your cheeks, and the angry hurt in your eyes. “Just… Leave me alone, Tom.”

You turn and you leave, letting the heavy front door slam behind you.

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Your first day apart passes by in a blur of anger, upset, and heartbreak. Your best friend comes over and you talk to her, well into the night, venting about everything you’ve been unable to air to Tom, given his remarkable absence from your life. It’s not that he’d been pulling away intentionally, rather, his job had taken him away from you, over and over and over again. Every time you’d brought it up casually, he’d shot you down. It was just a matter of time before it overflowed like that.

One day stretches to two, then three. Tom makes an appearance on the fourth.

You know it’s him just from the way he knocks on your front door: three strong knocks, syncopated in his favourite rhythm. You carefully, quietly, tiptoe to the door and lean up to peer through the peephole, feeling your breath hitch as you see his figure, distorted by the glass. He looks tired and unkempt, wearing a hoodie and some jeans instead of one of his suits. His hair is all over the place, and there’s a shadow of stubble grazing his chin.

“Love?” He calls out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know you’re there.”

You swallow, continuing to spy on him as you say nothing.

Tom sighs. “I’m so sorry, Y/N... I feel like shit. I shouldn’t have said what I said, because I didn’t mean it.” He breaks off, and you watch as he pinches at the bridge of his nose. “I know you want space, but I… I miss you. And I love you, so much. So, so, so much, love. I’ve never loved anyone this much in my life, and it’s terrifying.” He breaks off, chuckling harshly. “So I don’t know why I decided to fuck things up. Guess I’m just fucking stupid, eh?”

You rest your forehead against the door, frowning as you listen to him talk. You’ve never heard him sound so defeated before.

“Anyway, uh… I just wanted to come around and tell you that I’m sorry. I’ll never stop being sorry for what I said. I don’t want you to move out, I want you to come back.” Tom chuckles weakly. “I don’t ever want you to leave. I can’t imagine what my life would look like without you in it, so… If you want me to, I’ll give it up. I’ll give it all up.” He pauses to suck in a breath, his voice becoming thick. “We can, uh, sell the house. Move somewhere nice. Maybe get a townhouse somewhere, or, uh, a cottage, or whatever you want, darling. I could get a normal job.” He breaks off to laugh humourlessly. “Don’t know what I’d do, but… I’d do it. For you. I’d do anything for you. So… just think about it, please.”

Tom pauses, and you watch as he reaches up to rub at his eyes. His voice cracks as he adds, “I love you.” After a final repetition of the words, he sighs and steps back. “I’ll, uh, go now. Just… Know that I’m sorry. And I love you. So much.”

He turns to leave, and you suddenly realise he’s about to walk away. You reach up and rattle the chain on your door before turning the handle, throwing it open, and stepping out into the hallway. Tom turns to look at you, and you’re shocked to see his bloodshot eyes, bright red nose, and the tear tracks that stain his cheeks.

“Tom,” you say, voice gentle. “It’s… It’s okay.”

He slowly steps back towards you, moving hesitantly until you offer him your hands. You tenderly loop your fingers together, feeling his cold digits.

“It’s not okay,” Tom mumbles, looking at you with those wide brown eyes you love so much. “I was such a dick, love. I shouldn’t have said it.”

You squeeze his hands. “You shouldn’t have,” you agree, “but it’s okay.” You gently pull one of his palms to your mouth and kiss over his knuckles a few times. “I said some things I shouldn’t have too…” You sigh gently. “I miss you, Tom.”

You’ve felt it every day. A hollowness in your heart. Tom always makes your life brighter, even when he’s not around. He leaves your mug out by the kettle when he leaves every morning, and he makes sure the fridge is stocked with your favourite fruits. Tom’s the one who neatly arranges your shoes on the shoe rack by the door, and makes sure the thermostat is set right. He always tidies up the bathroom and puts your favourite teddy right in the centre of the bed, every single day. You miss his smile, and his arms, and the love he has for you that exists even when he’s not there.

“I miss you too,” he says.

He looks so fragile that you pull him in for a hug, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling the soft tones of faded cologne. Tom clings to you, his hands digging into your back and holding you firmly. You swallow as you tilt your mouth towards his ear.

“Can I come back home?” You ask. “I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

Tom hums. After a moment more, he pulls back, but he keeps his hands wrapped around you. He looks into your eyes, a very shy smile moving out over his lips.

“I would love that,” he says. “The house isn’t the same without you.”

You move your hands around his neck and kiss him very softly, feeling a part of you flicker back to life as his gentle lips nudge up against yours.

“Thank you.” You card your fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

And there’s still so much you need to talk about and work through, but Tom pushes his forehead against yours and stares at you with so much determination that you know you’ll get there, you’ll be okay. You know that he loves you.

He kisses you again, just as gently as the first time.

“Love you too, darling,” he promises. “Love you more than anything else in the world.”

[mikeyddie]

Oops I think I might have accidentally sent something in unfinished! Idk if you got this but how about a love potion gone wrong. Edd is the poor victim thanks to Matt buying an unknown bottle from the magic store. Eduardo is the unfortunate recipient of Edd’s new found affections (fall in love at first sight.) This makes Eduardo freak out causing home to run and hide in his house while reader who dabbles in magic, tries to find a cure as the potion’s effects become more intense the longer it’s in effect . Meanwhile the rest of the boys are laughing at Eduardo trying to fight off Rival’s steadily increasing advances. Hope I didn’t give too much.

* Hii! So sorry this wasn’t out sooner, I kept forgetting about it lolz I love this ask so much, I super appreciate that you aren’t only asking for x reader stuff :skull (not that i mind it, i just yk like writing other stuff) Anyway I’d love to see art of it too! You don’t have to ofc but I love your art :D I’m gonna keep this in the AU, so it’ll take place b4 Tord moves, but after the confrontation in his room yk. So around where he just lets you sell the robot parts at this point, I mean come on look at how much money you’re making LMAO

Well anyway, here you go!

* Edd had been doing everything in the house recently and was pretty obviously overworked, so you and Matt had offered to run some errands for him, to which he was incredibly grateful. He wanted to oblige and keep taking care of things for you and the guys, but he couldn’t help but let you do so. You’d gotten Tom and Tord in on it, which took some effort, but they were cleaning the house. Well as far as you were aware, it wouldn’t surprise you if they stopped once you’d left the house. Regardless, it was time for grocery shopping. So, you and Matt headed to the shops. 

You’d nearly filled the cart, seeing as no one had gone shopping in a while. Two twelve packs of Cola for Edd, Smirnoff for Tom, and loads of food to fill the fridge. And, of course, you stopped in the mirror isle for Matt. He was ecstatic. 

“Oooh!! I look so good!” he pointed a finger gun at his reflection, causing you to chuckle. 

“Can I get them all?” Matt turned to you.

“Wh- no! That’ll cost all our savings combined, dude!” you exclaimed, placing your hand on your hip. The main reason was actually you just didn’t want to spend money on that many mirrors, lol.

You couldn’t help but smirk at the doofus in front of you. 

“Aww,” he frowned. 

He looked around for longer than you would have appreciated. 

“How about I check out all the food and load up the car?” You began. “I’ll wait outside for you,” 

Matt nodded happily and rested his hands in his pockets.

You strolled the cart to the self-check-out register and scanned all the items. The price didn’t rack up as high as expected, but it was still quite a lot. Thankfully, with the robot parts you had sold, you could afford it. You loaded up the bags and put them back in the cart, walking it out of the shop and to the car, dropped them in the trunk, and brought the cart back. You climbed into the driver’s seat and waiting for Matt. 

After a few minutes, he joined you with two mirrors in hand and you two were on your way back to the house.

“I found this weird liquid thing behind this mirror,” he began.

You glanced over at him for a moment, quickly looking back at the road.

“What is it?” you questioned. 

He shrugged, but realized you weren’t looking at him and hummed the “i don’t know” tune. 

You held your hand out as you rolled up to a red light. You turned your head to him and he gave you the small glass bottle. It was pink and had flower pettals in it. The bottle was in a teardrop shape, similar to a food coloring bottle, which you assumed it was.

“Looks like a love potion,” you joked.

“Oh yeah. I think I’ve seen something similar in a movie,” he sounded, taking it back and gesturing back to the light which had just changed to yellow.

You looked back to the road and pressed your foot down as it switched to green.

“Probably food coloring. Want pink toast tomorrow?” you asked, giggling. 

You were only half joking, wondering what it would taste like. It wasn’t the usual food coloring bottle, or you wouldn’t have had a second though. It had a corkscrew top and, you know, was glass over a squeezable plastic container. It was also much bigger, about the size of your hands palm. 

“Oooh! Yes indeed!” Matt spoke, loudly.

You laughed, turning onto their street and parking outside of Edds house. You opened the door, holding it in place with your foot as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, texting Tom to help take in the numerous bags from the shop. He said he’d be out in just a second and was finishing up the dishes. You smiled at the fact that you’d managed to convince Tom of all people to do the dishes. (You had to promise you’d buy him Smirnoff)

“Hey, Matt, you should probably run those inside before you grab any bags. Wouldn’t want to drop those mirrors,” you suggested.

He nodded and sped into the house, gently hanging the mirrors on his wall and shoving the so-called “food coloring” into his pocket.

Tom walked out, Matt now following. You three brought in all the groceries and put them away. You walked into the living room and leaned over the couch where Tord and Edd were sitting.

You glanced over at Tord. “I don’t want you guys bothering me at 2am because you don’t know how to cook,” you looked at Edd. “Or you’re too lazy. Because there are plenty of snacks now.” 

They shared a chuckle. 

“Hey (Reader)?” Edd looked up at you with joking puppy eyes.

You rolled yours.

“Yes?”

“Can you make me some toast?” he questioned. 

Your face dropped, causing him to laugh.

“Fine, fine. But you owe me,” you replied sarcastically, reentering the kitchen.

“Out, out,” you swatted your hand at Tom and Matt, causing the whole house to giggle.

You glanced around happily at the positive environment. Tom was smiling, even with Tord being in the house after all that had happened.

“Oh, (Reader),” Matt said, pulling his hand out of his pocket. “Here,” he placed the “food coloring” on the counter. 

You chuckled, moving it aside. You’d put it away later so Matt could have pink toast the next morning. You pulled the toaster out of a cabinet and plugged it in, grabbing bread from the fridge. You put it into the toaster and grabbed your phone, leaning against the counter. You scrolled through socials for a bit as you waited. Reading about some potion that had been discovered recently by some scientists. You scrolled past it, assuming it was some scheme for views, but who knows. It didn’t even say it was dangerous, so you didn’t pay it any mind. The toast popped up, catching your attention. You turned off your phone and put it in your pocket, grabbing the toast and ripped a paper towel from the roll. You placed the two on the counter and pulling forward the butter and taking a butter knife out of the silverware drawer. You began to spread it when Edd entered the kitchen.

“God, you take forever,” he joked, startling you.

You turned to him, letting out a breath. You elbow hit the glass container and the corkscrew fell out, the pink liquid spilled over the toast, soaking it. 

Edd reached over your shoulder to grab it. You turned to drop the knife in the sink and put away the butter. But before you could do that you noticed the tipped over bottle that previously was filled entirely of a light pink liquid and small flower petals.

You turned back to Edd to see the floppy bread in his hand.

“Oh-” he pulled it back from his mouth, his face contorting into an expression of utter disgust.

“How much butter did you put on this, jeez,” he dropped it on the paper towel and walked over to the sink and wash his hand. 

You exhaled. You had assumed it was food coloring, but the aroma slipping out of the small bottle in your hand quickly told you otherwise. It smelled like chemicals and Edd wouldn’t have been so appalled by the taste of food coloring. You didn’t panic, though light anxiety rose in your stomach, wondering if what Edd had just swallowed was even edible. You stared at it for a moment before tossing it.

“Sorry, dude.” You did the same with the toast and paper towel.

“It’s alright,” he glanced at the untouched stick of butter, immediately confused.

“Wait did you even put butter on that? The hell was on that??” his gaze shifted back to you.

“I- uh,” you gulped. You noticed the nearly empty glass of water on the counter and quickly gave it blame.

“I might have spilled water on it, I don’t know,” you lied. 

“Eh, I wasn’t that hungry,” he smirked.

“Wh- Dude!” he totally was just messing with you because you’d specified you didn’t want to be bothered.

You weren’t actually mad, of course, you found it kind of funny. But you lightly punched his arm. He did it back before walking back into the living room to continue watching TV with Tord.

Matt and Tom had gone back to their rooms. You decided to join the two on the couch. Dr. Why was playing and Edd and Tord were noticeably bored. Tord picked up the remote and switched through the channels. Nothing seemed interesting.

“Wanna take a walk or something?” you spoke up. 

Edd sighed.

“Yeah, sure,” the two sat up. 

You quickly joined them, headed to the door. You grabbed the key and opened it, waiting for the other two. They followed, closing the door behind them. Edd expression changed to the same one it had switched to earlier. He rubbed his eyes, clearly uncomfortable.

“Hey, are you alright?” you inquired, placing your hand on Edd’s shoulder.

Tord turned back to you two.

“Yeah- just a headache, sorry.” he massaged his temples, looking back up to see Eduardo.

He was walking up to the fence, about to begin some villain monologue- probably. Edd was greeted by the urge to growl said man’s name, but it came out a little differently.

“Hi, Eduardo!” he waved, smiling.

Tord and you were shocked by the reaction. Edd never hated Eduardo, but he didn’t like him enough to greet him kindly. All they ever did was fight.

“I-” Eduardo paused, staring at Edd for a moment.

“What?” Mark and Jon joined him.

“What’d he say?” Jon questioned, curious to know why Eduardo looked so confused. 

“How are you?” Edd rested his hands in his pockets, a light pink tint brushing his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“What the f-” Tord began, interrupted by Eduardo.

“I- uh.. I’m fine...?” he glanced to the side. Not necessarily nervous, but definitely trying to figure out what was going on.

A reasonable assumption that crossed him was Edd was trying to win over his trust to easily strike on him. But he hadn’t really confronted Edd recently, so that would have been pretty random for someone who isn’t very violent. Another guess was something was wrong with the taller man’s head. Eduardo didn’t have time to ask before Edd continued talking.

“That’s good! Want to join us? We’re going on a walk,” he played with his hoodie string, seemingly nervous.

“The more the merrier,” he looked kind of shy.

“Edd, are you sure you’re okay?” you spoke, pretty concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good!” he giggled at your worried face.

He looked back at Eduardo, the shade of pink on his face burning slightly brighter.

“Don’t we like- hate each other?” Eduardo dropped his arms to his sides, moving past his classic villain pose.

“Do you hate me?” Edds face began to fall.

“Oh-! I’m.. not really?” Eduardo stressed to find the correct answer. 

He was pretty ready to leave the conversation but was honestly a little fascinated. He really wanted to know what was going on, assuming he’d need to listen to Edd to understand.

Edd lit back up.

“Well, come on!” he gestured at himself, you and Tord.

“Edd, I don’t think-” you started.

“I’m a little busy,” Eduardo backed up a bit.

Edd skipped closer to the fence, placing his hands on top of it. You hoped to God Edd didn’t catch feelings for Eduardo. You didn’t care if he was gay, but Eduardo??? Not just because of- well because it’s him, but also because you didn’t want to see the heartbreak. Eduardo had recently gone through a breakup according to what Matt told you Jon had said. And the previous partner was a woman. 

“Dude- did something happen?” Eduardo looked much more uncomfortable than concerned, but I mean could you blame him.

“Well, yeah.” Edd inched closer, smiling.

“I fell,” 

“Jeez, how hard did you hit your head?” Eduardo questioned, causing Mark to lightly chuckle.

You face-palmed, knowing exactly what Edd was about to say. Tord walked back inside the house, not really wanting to be apart of this.

“Hehe, not on the floor, silly,” Edd looked into Eduardos eyes.

“For you,” he let out quietly.

Eduardos eyes widened. He backed up quickly.

“Are you joking..?” Mark let out loud laughter, Jon was pretty confused.

“Edd- wtf??” you tried to pull him back to the house but he swatted your hand away.

“Why would I joke about that?” he inquired, the pink on his face deepening.

“jfc” you shook your head. Suddenly, you were hit with a realization. That liquid you spilled all over the toast earlier. The post you’d scrolled past about a potion. You did dabble in magic, and honestly love potions were hard to get right. You’d seen Edd with feelings for people before, and it wasn’t like this. He wasn’t this straight forward right away, and he wouldn’t mess with it if the other person was clearly uncomfortable. Holy shit, Edd is under a love potion.

Eduardo didn’t respond, quickly turning and running back into his house. The color had fallen from his face. Jon followed him curiously and Mark tried to catch his breath from the laughing. He walked back as well.

“Huh,” Edd backed up from the fence, assuming Eduardo was just shy or something. 

“Edd, we need to talk,” he glanced back at you.

“Okay,” 

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* I hope you liked it! I’m gonna make a part two, I just wanted to get this out because I felt bad about not doing so sooner. Lemme know if there’s anything specific you want to happen in the next part or if you have any criticism! I love your asks dude you come up with such cool ideas :DDD And don’t even worry about giving me too much to work with, go ham lmao- the more detail the easier it is to write the in-betweens- anyway see ya ^^

[obeiii-mee]

Heyo, this is my first time asking (im kinda new to tumblr, so please dont judge) if you would'nt mind, could you do some headcannons (or oneshots, it dosen't matter) with all the demon bros and a MC who is crippled/paralized in their legs, and has to use a wheelchair to get around? Thank you!!

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This is the first time I’ve written about a crippled MC, so I hope I didn’t fuck this up or anything. I found out that being paralysed in both legs is a disability called Paraplegia so that’s how I titled this post. And y’all are too sweet, you are more than welcome anon! I hope I can portray this properly because I am not crippled myself so I’ve opted to do some research before writing this! I hope you like it! Also, I feel inclined to add that none of the brothers would treat you too differently if you happen to have a disability because you’re their human nonetheless :)

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The Brothers with an MC that has Paraplegia and needs a wheelchair to get around:

Lucifer:

-Lucifer was in charge of choosing the final human, exchange student for the program so it’s guaranteed he already knew about your predicament before you even arrived

-Him and Diavolo probably had many meetings concerning your disability before the program could commence, considering that being unable to walk would double the chances of you getting killed since you are obviously more vulnerable

-Not to mention all the treatment you would require

-Lucifer is not well versed in human illnesses and disorders, but he makes sure that he is educated enough on the matter before you get brought down there

-It would not be easy, but he is determined to help you survive your year in DevilDom for the prince’s sake

-First problem of the day was, of course, your wheelchair

-Due to lack of time, Lucifer was unable to instal ramps around the House of Lamentation which meant that for the first couple of weeks, someone would’ve had to help you move around certain parts of the house

-He gave that highly prestigious job to himself because he didn’t trust his brothers and thought they would accidentally drop you and your wheelchair down the stairs

-He talks a lot to you, even at the beginning, because he needs to establish your needs and what he should do to make sure you don’t die for the following year

-You would have to tell him about physical therapy and how most commonly it uses heat, massage and exercise to stimulate your nerves and muscles, making it a great treatment for people with leg paralysis

-Once you two enter a more intimate and personal relationship, it’s more than likely he’ll help you perform those things himself (instead of kidnapping a human doctor from somewhere)

-Lucifer knows you have no problem getting around with your wheelchair by yourself but there are times where he’ll insist to push you along in order to give you a quick break

-I can totally imagine you two strolling around DevilDom and having cosy chats about RAD and your adjustments to DevilDom

-He has a softer side to him that he’s afraid to show most of the time, but he feels so at ease when you’re around, it’s hard for him to hold that part of him hidden from you

-Of course, your safety still remains his primary concern and he acts more like your guardian than Mammon does, even if he was originally supposed to look out for you

-He will accompany you almost anywhere. And if he can’t, he’ll have one or more of his brothers do it. And even then he’s probably lurking nearby, just in case

-He would always be willing to listen about your condition, if you wished to tell him whether you were born with the defect or why you ended up crippled later in life. Either way, he’s all ears

-If you would rather not speak about it, he wouldn’t pry and respect your decision because he knows it’s not his place to pressure you

-Because of your paralysis, it’s quite obvious to demons that you are even weaker (physically speaking) than most humans and that usually puts a target on your back

-Howver, never fear, because Lucifer is pretty quick to put lower rank demons in their place with just a mere stare

-Oop one of them passed out from the fear, haha

-In conclusion, he’s the most responsible when it comes your comfort and safety during your stay

-He makes sure you are always left in good hands and and provides most of the requirements you need

-Y’all should see how his wings puff up when he senses a threat approaching you, he looks like a peacock ready to go on attack lol

Mammon:

-The second born is unsurprisingly a bit of a jerk at first

-He stays really grumpy the whole day of your arrival because he’s stuck babysitting you stupid human

-“Lucifer c’mon, what’s all this workload for? The human can’t even walk by themselves, why do I have to help them out?”

-Wtf Mammon you can’t say shit like that

-Anyways, the following very few days, the only thing he’s thinking about is how much money he could sell your wheelchair for

-He’s the literal incarnation of greed, what else did you expect from him?

-After a while, he starts feeling a bit guilty every time he thinks about it though

-Mammon is gonna take this secret to the grave (laughs in immortal) but he actually really likes pushing you around

-Maybe it’s because it’s a clear indication to everyone around him that you are HIS human, under HIS protection and therefore you trust HIM the most since he was your FIRST MAN

-He will insist on helping you get out of that thing when you need to go to bed and stuff every night and he will get pouty real fast if you let any of his other brothers do it

-You wake up to him trying to roll around in your wheelchair one night at like 3am

-At some point, he stole a wheelchair from the human realm to match with his human. You can guess the consequences of his actions

-I can imagine you having to face a staircase or something at school and Mammon being like:

-“Fuck it, imma carry this fragile human instead; wheelchair and all!”

-Like you were a sack of potatoes or something smh

-Cue his brothers watching him from a distance as he heaves you and basically weight-lifts you up the stairs

-Ok but every now and again, he gets so sad thinking about you not being able to walk, like he starts crying kinda sad

-While you stand there like 😐 “Why are you crying?”

-He’s so quick to help if he senses you’re in danger too

-It’s canon that Mammon is crazy fast if he wants to be so if he has even the slightest impression that your life is threatened, his feet are already moving

-He will charge at your immediate threat at around 120 miles per hour-do not try him when he’s mad

-“The Great Mammon saved the day! C’mon MC, let’s go buy some ice cream. My treat! Ya better be grateful!”

-He says while the demon that tried to eat you lies on the floor with about a dozen broken bones

-Mammon is the second most powerful demon out of all of his brothers, even if he doesn’t resort to violence often

Levi:

-He didn’t really know how to react when you first teleported to DevilDom

-I mean, from the very beginning he considered you to be a human normie but at the same time, he felt bad you were stuck with his brothers for the rest of the year

-I think he would understand you would have an even harder time integrating yourself in their house because of your disability and he knows his siblings are really fucking annoying, always pushing you around and whatnot

-So, he kinda lets you hide in his room quite often

-You guys chill out in there all the time, much to the dismay of the other brothers who also want to spend time with you

-At some point, Levi definitely begged asked Lucifer to let you start online classes with him

-“But wouldn’t it be easier for MC to do online school from home rather than go to R.A.D since there aren’t any ramps or anything around there???”

-“The answer is no Leviathan.”

-“Ugh fine! What a fucking boomer-“

-For some reason, he gets so flustered whenever you ask him to push you around

-He blushes right to the tips of his ears and then he starts sputtering some nonsense that you can’t make out at all

-But he’s more than happy to do it, especially if you guys are going to a convention or if he’s dragging you out to buy new merch

-You two would get along in the sense that Levi realises the struggles you faced all your life were tough to overcome and he believes you are just like him

-Usually left out by other people, ignored even

-He knows you always listen to him ramble on about whatever he is currently obsessed with and how much you check up on him to make sure he never isolated himself

-He wants to do that for you too! Talk to him about your hobbies, please I’m begging you-he feels so bad whenever he’s doing all the talking

-If you ask him to help you with anything (getting something, helping you into bed—that sort of thing), he legally and physically can’t say ‘no’

-And he would get envious enough to stop talking to you for a day or two if you let his brothers do it instead (the second and third born are indeed similar lmao)

-S T A Y I N H I S R O O M, W H E R E Y O U C A N B E P R O T E C T E D !

-He will feel so much more at ease if you’re in his room because to him, that’s his haven

-If you’re in there with him, that means you’re not getting involved in his siblings’ endless and dangerous shenanigans

-Whenever you’re at school, he can’t help but worry about your well-being

-Because you’re human! You’re gonna get killed!! Do you know how much your organs sell on the black market in DevilDom??? 100x more than in the human realm, that’s for sure

-Would they have a black market or would it be a regular market lol

-For some reason, he also likes staying in your wheelchair when you’re not using it

-I think he just takes comfort in knowing it’s something that belongs to you and smells like you and-

-OK Levi, sit back down

-He wouldn’t treat you any differently if you had a disability tbh, but he’d be more concerned because you can’t even run away or anything

-So he’s so fuckin’ relieved when you guys are just vibing in his room

-He could die happy knowing he kept his best friend/ partner safe

Satan:

-Satan would be even more prepared for your arrival than Lucifer would, in a sense

-Out of all of his brothers, he’s most likely to understand and recognise paraplegia (either from studying human illnesses/birth defects/disabilities or from encountering humans with said disability)

-He’s a smart boy, alright?

-Always seems to be the first to notice if you need help or if someone’s bothering you

-Though in the very beginning, he was pretty tempted to just let you get killed to see how angry Lucifer could get

-Seeing dear Luci’s misery brings him great joy 🥰🥰🥰

-Once you two manage to build a very honest and strong relationship, he feels more and more inclined to keep you out of harm’s way

-Pls, he would feel so honoured if you let him push you around (it’s like you asked him to h*ld h*nds or something)

-If you require treatment of any kind, he would be so happy to help

-But in a subtle way...?

-Satan makes it seem so smooth too like he doesn’t mind lending a helping hand when in reality he’s all giddy inside

-*Kinda wants to rub it in his brothers’ faces but at the same no, because he’s definitely the bigger person here

-He wants to know how your wheelchair works

-It’s got all of these neat mechanisms and he wants to learn how they’re constructed because he never had the chance to inspect one before

-He’s such a sweetheart about asking you as well and never pries about your disability unless you start elaborating yourself

-Most of the time, he acts all charming and very gentleman-like

-So people have a hard time spotting and acknowledging the building rage inside of him every time he sees you are threatened by some moronic low rank demon

-Satan’s usually chill when it comes to injuries, unless he can see you’re in horrible pain

-There’s nothing a few spells can’t accomplish

-But when others purposefully try harming you?

-It’s like he loses all the self control he’s been trying to perfect over the centuries and he can’t help himself from at least breaking someone’s rib cage

-Satan’s a weird one because he’s protective of you even though he’s more on the relaxed side when compared to his siblings

-He very much acknowledges that you made it this far in life with your predicament so he doesn’t feel the need to baby you or anything

-You’re strong and he knows this

-It’s one of the many things he clearly loves about you

-That one time you rolled over Mammon’s foot with your wheelchair on purpose, he was wheezing

Asmo:

-Even now, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be stuck inside a wheelchair for the rest of his eternal life

-I mean, he’d obviously still be absolutely fabulous, have you seen him? He’s gonna be gorgeous either way

-But after the two of you meet, he definitely starts thinking about how he takes his feet for granted all the time

-It would be so difficult to complete his daily tasks without the ability to walk or run around

-That’s why he gets sad every time he remembers that’s your reality and on days like that, you’ve noticed he gives you a helluva lot more attention than usual

-He knows you don’t need pity or anything so he’s just making sure his human has all the support they can get

-Paraplegia or not, shopping trips are still a go-go

-He loves buying you clothes! And he loves helping you try them on! Asmo takes it very seriously

-Might have a go at the employees if they’re being rude to you

-You don’t even ask him to, but he subconsciously starts pushing you around himself whenever the two of you are out together

-“MC! Look at that new shop that’s just opened! Isn’t it adorable? We have to check it out!”

-He can’t help it! There’s so many places he wants to visit, he sort of just drags you with him wherever he goes

-Even at home, he always pops out of nowhere to coax you into coming to his room

-Y’all have so many skin routines to do each day

-Like he’s in your room most nights to greet you goodnight and tuck you in, with the rest of his brothers it gets so awkward at times

-Asmo just wants to see you smile, ok? He thinks you have a beautiful smile and laugh and he wants to remind you that you’re marvellous, disability or not

-And if anyone does anything to put an end to your self confidence, he will swiftly put an end to their life

-Please, he’s a pro at ruining lives, he’s been doing it for centuries

-Asmo has such a huge influence over the people in DevilDom, he just needs to make this one post on Devilgram to end said demon’s whole career

-I mean, who is he compared to him, Hmm? So don’t worry MC, scum like that don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you :)

-That one time Mammon tried lifting you up the stairs and Asmo started shrieking, like put them down! Don’t manhandle them like that, poor human :(

Beel:

-I know I sound repetitive, but he would be an overall sweetheart to you no matter the circumstances

-If Mammon is not by your side, then Beel definitely is

-His big, scary aura and figure usually scares off any threat in a 10 mile radius

-Most demons don’t fancy being eaten by the Avatar of Gluttony, ya know?

-Idk why but I feel like he’d be the type to ask for oral consent every time he wanted to push you around

-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable :(

-Surprisingly also the type to lift you and your wheelchair whenever an obstacle gets in your way

-You basically weigh the same amount as a paper plate compared to him, so he has no problem doing so

-He doesn’t really understand your condition as well as Satan may do, but he’s trying his best

-You mean so much to him and he feels it’s only fair he learns more about your disability as a thank you for what you’ve done for him

-He has a rough time keeping up with you when it comes to stuff like physical therapy because he’s very unfamiliar with it but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna help

-Of course, Beel believes that this is the second best way to show you how much he cares for you besides the obvious ‘I love you’

-Giving you a hand whenever you need his support the most

-That’s his way of saying “I’m not going to let you down. I want you to trust me, the same way I trust you.”

-And knowing him, he will try to do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound

-After a while, you’re bound to notice he’s the first one to pull you out of his brothers’ pranks before you have a chance to get hurt

-Beel is always the one handing you stuff from high places you can’t reach, without teasing you for it like Mammon might do

-Always the first one to remind you to get plenty of rest and to eat enough

-He wants to protect you and his brothers because he knows he failed to do so with Lilith so yeah, he’s a bit overprotective at times

-He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he gets so anxious knowing you’re by yourself

-After a few months of getting accommodated with him, your disability is no longer brought up in the conversation

-Because he doesn’t care that you are crippled and forced to use a wheelchair

-You are part of his family and he loves you no matter what

Belphie:

-He didn’t really care, even when you first met and his hatred for humans was at its very peak

-It didn’t matter that you had a disability

-All that mattered to him at the time was killing you to satisfy that deeply rooted need of vengeance inside of him

-Though he was sort of surprised his brothers didn’t get to you first

-In general, he’s pretty chill about you being crippled in both legs

-It takes too much effort to worry about your well-being 24/7 after all

-Surprisingly, he does keep an eye out for you if his siblings aren’t nearby

-It’s his redemption arc people, he’s trying to be nicer

-But he has such an irritating way of showing his affection for you

-Do not let him push you around

-He’s either going to a) fall asleep after 30 seconds and slump over you in the middle of RAD’s halls

-Or b) be annoying and fling your wheelchair in every direction possible just to piss you off

-He likes messing with you because you give him the best reactions and he thrives on that

-You’ve almost fallen off your wheelchair multiple times because of this asshole

-Not that he’d actually let you fall, he just wants to see how easily he can get you to yell at him

-Speaking of said wheelchair, like Mammon and Levi, he also loves using it when you’re not

-You’ve woken up to him curled up and asleep in that thing quiet often and he’s gotten in trouble over it every time with Lucifer

-But he doesn’t care

-And at this point, I don’t think even he knows whether he’s doing it to get a reaction out of you or because he somehow found a way to make himself comfortable there

-He would low key use you as a mode of transportation every time you go to RAD

-Just clings the damn wheelchair and almost topples both of you over

-“Belphie, there’s nothing stopping you from walking 😐”

-“Shh, just bring me to class and let me nap until then.”

-He doesn’t mention your legs but he still lays his head on your lap often

-Might make you hold him like a bride every time you stroll around the house

-It’s done out of love, I promise 😌😌

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Al~

[avnkin]

The Bet

Chapter 1 - Surfer Boy

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: foul language, fuckboi!jj, underage drinking ya know the gist 

Word count: 2k

Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have. (I suck at summaries lmao i’m sorry)

(A/N): I wanna make this a series or at least a 2-3 part fic but I also have to write for the pogues and ughhh i’m so overwhelmed idk why I do this to myself,, someone send help. (gif by @rue-bennett​)

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“Okay- uhm, Sarah Cameron or Y/N Y/L/N?” John B questioned JJ as they sat at the front of the HMS Pogue enjoying the sun that shone down on the pair of them “easy Y/N” JJ asserted like it was the most obvious thing in the world, John B gave JJ a side eye “seriously, that girl seems so uptight, she needs a dick in her asap” John B chuckled taking another swig of the beer that was placed in his hand.

“You’re not wrong about that” JJ agreed, when John B suddenly had an idea mischievously staring JJ down who only shrugged, his face a question mark “what?” he finally asked glancing up at his best friend “I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that you can’t get her too fall in love with you within a month” John B dared, smugly looking over at JJ knowing he wouldn’t have the patience to be with a girl for more than an hour.

JJ wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, chuckling as his eyes met John B’s brown ones, staring each other down until JJ finally accepted the challenge shaking John B’s hand before saying “you’re on”.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror that stood before you, content with the fourth bikini you had tried on in the last ten minutes. Sarah had called you earlier asking if you wanted to join her and a couple of your other friends down at the beach, you weren’t one to turn down an offer like that so you got dressed before grabbing a bag that contained all the things you could possibly need for a beach day.

You quickly swung your bedroom door open calling out into the empty hallway that you were leaving only getting a small ‘okay’ in response from your dad, you rolled your eyes before making your way downstairs and towards the front door grabbing your car keys you headed towards your car and placed the bag in the passenger seat before starting it and driving down your long driveway towards the main road.

The weather was amazing and you’d spent the entire car ride listening to your ‘summer vibes’ playlist on Spotify belting out the lyrics to every single song as you drove down figure 8 and towards the cut.

When you finally arrived you grabbed your bag out of the passenger seat making your way towards your group of friends who were easy to spot amongst the crowds of people.

Sarah smiled when she saw you patting the empty spot next to her gesturing for you to sit down, you jogged over to them and immediately grabbed your towel and laid it neatly next to Sarah’s, quickly removing the clothes that covered your bikini.

“Damn Y/N, looking good” a sudden voice could be heard from behind you, you quickly turned around seeing JJ Maybank stand before you, he was infamous around these parts, best known for sleeping with girls and never talking to them again, you weren’t going to be one of his conquests, so you scoffed ignoring his flirtatious gestures as you sat down next to Sarah grabbing a white claw from the mini cooler your friend Lisa had brought with her.

This was going to be harder than he thought, JJ quietly spoke to himself eyes focused on your figure, he couldn’t deny it he liked what he saw, you were exactly his type but he knew if he was going to win this bet he couldn’t treat you like one of the many girls he’d been with, he knew you were different.

The weather was especially good today, your skin glistening in the sun rays as it shone down on you, “there’s gonna be a party down here tonight, we should totally go” you heard Sarah’s voice from beside you, you only shrugged not really feeling up to it knowing how those parties usually ended. “I think I’m gonna stay in tonight” you sighed propping yourself up on your elbows “no Y/N you’re not, you never go out with us come on it’ll be fun we can have pre-drinks at my house-” you raised your eyebrow at her cutting her off “come on don’t be such a party pooper” Sarah frowned giving you her best puppy dog eyes, you groaned letting your head fall back onto the towel “fine”.

The night quickly rolled around and you found yourself standing outside Sarah’s house. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, within seconds Sarah was stood in front of you grabbing your wrist and dragging you behind her into the house.

Music was blasting from Sarah’s bedroom, all of your friends had already arrived and started drinking greeting you with hugs and compliments as you walked in the door, the only one sober was Lisa since she had been assigned driver for the night.

It didn’t take you long to start feeling a bit tipsy after downing a couple of shots, since if you were being honest you were quite the lightweight.

You wore jean shorts that perfectly complimented your figure and a white bandeau top along with your white vans, you were quite content with the girl who stared back at you in the mirror feeling confident about yourself for what felt like the first time in a while.

You were feeling very lightheaded when Sarah asked Lisa to get going wanting to get down to the beach as quickly as possible, maybe drinking so much hadn’t been the brightest idea you had.

“Y/N come on we're leaving” Sarah slurred grabbing your hand and leading you out the front door and into Lisa’s black jeep. Music was playing loudly out of the speakers as you belted along with the lyrics rolling down the window loving the feeling of the wind in your face.

It was a short drive down to the beach which felt even shorter in your intoxicated state and as soon as Lisa parked you immediately got out of the car Sarah trailing behind you as you made your way towards the crowds of drunk teenagers.

You hadn’t been there long when you decided you wanted more alcohol and made your way towards the keg to fill your cup with yet another drink, this isn’t gonna end well you thought downing the liquor in what could only be described as record time. “Didn’t know you had that in you Y/L/N” a familiar voice sounded behind you, you quickly turned around being face to face with the all too familiar Maybank boy.

“Well there’s a lot you don’t know about me” you flirted raising the cup back to your lips, feeling the alcohol coursing through your veins give you a newfound confidence, he chuckled shaking his head as he got closer to you “wouldn’t mind getting to know you better princess” he hummed, his confidence evident in the way he spoke, princess the word fell so graciously from his lips causing your knees to weaken but you quickly composed yourself clearing your throat and stating “in your dreams Maybank”.

“Always” he replied taking one step closer to you, placing both arms onto the keg behind you trapping you between him and it. You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as you looked back up at him lips only inches away from his, in your intoxicated mind this was a dream come true, but your sober self quickly took over, you didn’t feel like getting your heart broken by someone like JJ, not tonight at least.

You pressed your index finger against his chest pushing him away from you, “you really think I’m that easy, huh?” you scoffed biting down on your lip as you made your way past him ignoring his lingering stare as he watched you walk away.

When you were almost out of sight John B came up behind JJ putting a hand on his shoulder “wanna give me my hundred dollars now before you embarrass yourself any further or?” he gloated chuckling at JJ who only gave him a glare in return.

“I’m only getting started, you just wait” JJ assured him eyes lingering on your figure as he watched you dance with one of your many friends he didn’t know the name of, “whatever you say big man” John B chuckled ruffling JJ’s hair before going back to Pope and Kiara who sat in a circle around the bonfire.

“Care to dance?” his voice could be heard again from behind you, you rolled your eyes “you never give up do you?” you challenged turning to face him “not my style princess” he smirked knowing exactly what he was doing “stop calling me that” you really hated being one of those girls boys thought they could treat however they wanted and you knew JJ was only trying to sleep with you and you weren’t going to be one of the many girls he played, having more respect for yourself than that.

“Listen JJ I’m not interested in sleeping with you so if that’s the only thing you’re trying to do go find someone else” you spoke bluntly, JJ feigned being offended at your words as his hand went up to his heart “wow Y/N I’m hurt that you would think so lowly of me”

“seriously? with your reputation?” you scoffed raising an eyebrow at the boy who stood in front of you “didn’t realize I had a reputation sweetheart, but I’m flattered that you’ve heard of me” you rolled your eyes turning to walk away from him, but before you could he grabbed your wrist preventing you from moving any further.

“Seriously Y/N I really do like you- I’m sorry if I’m coming off as an ass I’ve just- I don’t know never felt this way about a girl before, I want to get to know you” the lie fell so perfectly from his lips, his eyes stuck on yours not breaking eye contact once as to sell the lie even more.

You were surprised at his words you’d never talked to him before and now he was saying he liked you? it didn’t make any sense. “Come on Y/N one date, that’s all I’m asking and if you still think I’m an ass after that I’ll never bother you again alright?” he pleaded. You were tempted at his words, he seemed sincere, his brows contorting as he stared at you hopefully.

“Alright one date, that’s it” he felt a boost in pride, your words feeding into his ego, but he was careful not to show it smiling innocently at you as he took his phone out so you could put your contact information into it.

“Better not make me regret this” you warned handing him his phone back “I promise you, I won’t” he smiled turning to walk away, blowing you a kiss causing a small chuckle to slip past your lips, maybe he wasn’t as bad as people had told you.

JJ walked towards John B, his head held high as he threw him his phone with your contact information open “no fucking way” John B stated in disbelieve staring down at the number with your name above it “told you I could do it man” JJ chuckled sitting down beside him opposite Kie and Pope.

“Do what?” Kie asked taking a sudden interest in JJ’s radiating confidence “It’s nothing me and JB just have a little bet going on” JJ smirked grabbing the phone out of John B’s hand, “whatever” Kiara waved him off turning back to Pope.

JJ felt a hint of guilt as his eyes met yours and a blush crept onto your cheeks, your eyes quickly diverting from his and back to Sarah’s, only a hint though.

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DRISTAAAAA TIMEEE

VOD: TommyInnit Speaks To Dream’s Sister AGAIN

(rp): Drista!! I love this chaotic child and am looking forward to seeing the children bully each other lmao. I especially love the mythos around Creative mode, and that the most benevolent god on the Dream SMP is just as likely to ban you as hand you a shulker box lol.

I do wonder how in character cc!Tommy is going to be able to stay during this stream: on one hand he’s a master at staying in character even during lh moments, and on the other Exile arc is some Dark Shit and Dristas like what, 14?? Overall I expect this to be one of the lighter streams, with a smattering of moments where we remember that, oh right, Tommy’s pretty actively suicidal at this point and he sees this as one of his last hurrahs.

Speaking of our boy Tommy: it's very clear we are getting closer and closer to the infamous pillar. He switches rapidly between Fight and Fawn reflexes and has mostly internalized Dream’s treatment and conditions at this point. The one stand out moment being him calling out Dream killing Mexican Dream last stream, and pointing out he was changing his story even when Dream tried to lie and say he died of “a drug overdose [...] or natural causes”. I’m curious if Tommy is going to bring it up again, and even more curious if he eventually believes Dream about it; something to watch out for, for sure. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this moment of rebellion happened right after he had someone both stand up for him and spend time with him that wasn’t actively hostile or going to end (supposedly, at least by intention)

Hey we didn’t start off drowning for once!! cc!Tommy was also singing, though that could have been mostly out of character as well. Still, remarkably in a better mood, he even mentions having an appetite! You love to see it, and it's clearly because he’s looking forward to Drista’s visit

He’s building a log tower and on one hand, Tommy building Towers is a natural state of being, and on the other…. I know the pillar is coming and I am scared

A mention of the Anti-Dream hole… I still worry about when exactly and how Dream is going to find it. Still, I’m glad it exists, both for Tommy having a space for things important to him, as well as what it represents about his mental state re:not giving over completely to Dream

DRISTA!!!! LOL she was already online we didn't even see her join LOL. CHAOS GREMLIN she just flew over in creative mode and started wrecking shit, as is her right lmaoooo

“You massive jer--, (quieter) whats a nicer way…, YOU MASSIVE DICKHEAD” oh, Tommy..

I like how he tries to punch her even when shes CLEARLY IN CREATIVE MODE ADSADASD

The violence inherent in fourteen year olds,,,, adsfsadfsdfds

I hate this conversation why is this the conversation asdffdsfsd TEENAGERS

DREAM YOUR NOT EVEN A TEENAGER WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING THE SAME LOGIC

Well SHE can destroy the obsidian asdfsdfds She just Spleefs

“What would Dream do” Probably worse lets be honest

Is he actually gonna go back to L’manburg?? I don’t believe it but I also want :(

Again with the stabbing

AND DOWN HE GOEEEESSSS

“I have the fork, but I'm also killing you” afsafsdfdsf Tommy why are you wearing your good shit omg

Lol cc!Dream trying to defend his character for mocking Tommy’s accent adsfsdfds “I would NEVER” in the totally not believable tone lmaoooo

DID SHE REALLY GO AT HIM WITH A FORK I'M FUCKING DYING DSAFDADSFDS

“I will take it from you and I’ll kill him”... I have so many thoughts about how this works in lore. Is Drista possessing Dream? He can kick her out clearly, but she still has God Powers…

Lol and now SHES mocking his accent lmaoooo (... is it bad she sounded pretty close to me? lol)

Adsfdsfswd casual chaos Drista just broke the Nether Portal

Asking Drista to stop destroying things is a big ask to be honest lmaoo. Also she seems to be at least somewhat informed that ‘Dream is not supposed to be nice to Tommy’ or at least seemed hesitant to do /weather clear

GOD THE LAVA BUCKETS AND THE POTION OF HARMING adsfsdfsdf

“Tommy [beheaded him] actually… and killed Mexican Dream” Dream you motherfucker

“How to Sex 3” THE PANIK!!!!!! From Both cc!Dream and Tommy!!! This server is Not Child Friendly lol (Doesn’t…. That not even include sex things…. afasfsd)

Honestly I can’t stop smiling this is so wholesome somehow even with all the cursing and violence

Pigstep IS a bop, Tommy is right

“Just let him, just let him this one time” :(

“Tommy I still have the Fork” Drista totally willing to stab her brother to visit L’manburg

HE TOOK THE FORK ASDASDAS

Yes, closing your eyes will totally protect you from Forks lol

“I don’t need school, I dropped out” Is this Lore Crumbs, is this Lore

HEYYYY ITS THE BEDROCK, the one piece of bedrock he has lol, I think he still has that in current day right?

Drista is writing her name in BEDROCK adsfsdfds “I’m not going to be able to get rid of that actually” “That's the Point”

LOL SHe also recognized the burrito as from Mos lmaooo

Somehow “I really want to go to the other place.. I don’t know why he won’t let you” hit hard… it was def ooc, and she doesn’t have the full context, but still… its just someone else wanting and asking for Tommy to be able see L’manburg…

Afsdfsd the Small Gasp when she spleefs herself omgg

HES THERE!!! HES THERE!!!!!! L’MANBURG!!!!!!

Punz!!! WHY!!!! Were you there bc Drista might let Tommy through, was this a safeguard for the LORE. Also he’s currently working for Dream directly right, as a merc?

Drista trying to save Tommy!!!! Punz why are you winning a fight with someone in creative adfsadfsd He’s too good lol

They have negotiated a visit… I’m so emotional I wasn’t expecting this…. No one told me we got a real L’manburg visit !

BIG Q SHES FOURTEEN!!! Omg they didn’t tell him it was Drista. BIG Q!!! BIG Q DON’T SELL HER DRUGS

“He was Naked” good for you Drista, good for you. There’s something so hilarious about Drista just stabbing Quackity over and over again cause she’s uncomfortable lol (as is her right)

LOL THE FINAL KILL WITH MAGIC WHEN HE’S ALREADY DROWNING IM

Wha --- what video was it????? What is this Tommy picture on the Technoganda???

….”are you sure I’m allowed here” Dream’s conditioning is strong :(

“At many minute I could get mugged” To be Fair Tommy, that was true before

Did Tommy just suggest spawning in a Wither asdfsdfds

DRISTA DOG ARMY!!!! Aww and Tommy has one too~

THE BENCH!! THE HOUSE!!! Aaaaaaaaa He’s sitting on the bench nature is HEALING

AAAAAAAA A BLAZE!!!! Pfffft

…. Who destroyed the front of Tommys house?

,,,,Drista what are you doing with that soULSAND

“OK we'll turn on him” adsfsdfsd

OH HEY TECHNO!!! Lol “Oh god he meant me” fucking mood big man

……. Tubbo hallucination……… fuck

LOL HE COMBAT LOGGED “YOU CALL THAT COMBAT” I'M

To be fair, logging against a /kill is probably the only way to get away lmao

…...F

“Getting thrown off a cliff is literally how Theseus died!!” lol its also hilarious to me that Tommy def does not remember being called that. Personally I don't think it fits him super well anyway, but I do like it as something Techno calls Tommy, that shows how much he misjudges Tommy's character and intentions. No heroes here, just a kid trying to do good by their friends and what they care about

Techno actually looking up how to kill someone in creative mode

…. :( I just want my actual clingyduo content this is meeeeannn

OH HEY TECHNO …. You fucker he would and it would be HILARIOUS (get mad if Drista opped Techno that is lol)

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IS THIS WHY THEY’RE BEDROCK BROS????? BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE DRISTA BEDROCK??????????????????????????

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS ???

LOL TRUE DUO SUPREMACY TUBBO’S GOT TECHNO'S BEDROCK

Oh F Techno got him with the Obliterator lmaoooo

“I have 114 levels PLEASE” asdfdasfsdf

LOL Tubbo with the TNT there's our nuke boy, I'll take my crumbs where I can get them

THE SHULKER HOLY SHIT

“Don't let someone get it!!”” ADSFDSAFSDFDS they all tuRN CC REAL QUICK WHEN THE SHULKER BOXES COME OUT

Awesamdudes like: MORE PLEASE AFDASFDSF

Techno immediately snitching about Elytra and dRISTA GETTING THE ACHIEVEMENT

EVERYONE SNITCHING IN CHAT I'M!!!! DREAMS REACTION ASDFSDFDSF

Drista being the chaotic giver of illegal gifts is so fucking good I'M THRIVING

THE RUN ON PUNZ !!!! omg

Also can we just take a minute to appreciate Tommy being allowed around people <3 <3 This is so wholesome and good and chaotic as all hell

“I thought I was Tom Cruz for like a whole week” ...TOMMY??

LOL SHE BANNED TECHNO OMG

Dristas on a banning Rampage afsdfsdf

BAN GOGGY OMGGG

Omg shes actually making a wITHER DASDASDFAS

Oh no poor Tubbo I didn’t know he was liVE

319k viewers jeezus

Awwwww Techno hyping up Wilbur's song :) that's so sweet actually

…………….Fuck you Dream :( saw the chance to Twist the Knife in c! And TOOK IT

LOL THE FUCKING FORK IS THE BEST BIT LOLLLL

Lol ironically the Bedrock bros song is the oNE COPYRIGHTED ONE, god why did Minecraft ever copyright Pigstep what a shit move honestlyyy

Pigstep fucking goING TO TECHNO LOLLLLLL “this is the most powerful item on the server since it DMCA’s people”

LOL PUNZ TRYING TO STEAL ANOTHER SHULKER

Poor Sam he actually has to BUILD give this man a SHULKER

Lol Everyone wants a shulker so much

….aww he tried to toss the pigstep disc lmaooo DRISTAS LITERALLY HOLDING IT Scaaaaaammmmed

Drista “I NEED IT ON HAND” So committed to violence !!!

The fucking creepers on the way out omg fuckign PERFECT

LOL TOMMY WASN’T READY FOR THE TURN AROUND ON CURSING LMAO You can tell he's always been the youngest who people aren't sure how much they can curse around lmao He's so soft honestly he talks such a big game and then CRUMBLES when called on it lol

Asfdsfs she fell through the same hole again afsdfsdfsd

Drista has been introduced to a Weapon and she’s gotten ATTACHED lmaooo

Wait HOLD THE PHONE Dream has multiple sisters??? Lol

“Yeah I like Shit” Dream: “whAT???”

Bye Drista it’s been nice!!! I hope she had a good time, she seems like a good kid (who is definitely not a content creator lol though she keeps up admirably)

Drista’s one of the few people who can make Tommy speechless lmaooo he looks actually shocked lol

Also first mention of GhostInnit…. cc!Tommy…..

Keep preparing…. Was his original plan to rush Dream even if (maybe especially if…) he died? Fuck man

Also holy shit was this stream right before Quackitys? ? amazing

This was honestly such a BLAST and a really good time, and I can see why its viewed as one of the few breaks we get during Exile :) I feel so refreshed and it was so so nice to have Tommy hanging out in L’manburg having fun with his friends (even if Tubbo was stuck being a Hallucination and Also Banned lol) No deeper insight, I just haven’t stopped smiling for an hour and a half <3

[juminsmysticmc]

hey! i'm the pregnant christmas anon aha. my request was that it was around the end of November and mc was worrying about what to get jumin for christmas because he is IMPOSSIBLE to shop for and also gets the best gifts for her and although she can always find something small to get him that he can put on his desk she wanted to get him something good and he noticed something was off with her and said he was worried and should go to the doctor because she hadn't just had a checkup in a while and then she finds out she's pregnant and she was shocked because she was having trouble getting pregnant. "You're getting your christmas present one month early and eight months late, i'm pregnant" (lmao I didn't think it would be this long but pls feel free to change anything about it, I love your writing <3)

Late Christmas Present 

You sighed once again as you turned another page. The luxury magazine you were currently reading couldn’t help you at all, and of course Yoosung, who sat across from you, noticed that you were getting nervous. The blonde man decided to forget about his studies and instead asked you if you were alright. You looked up and pointed at the magazine ,,I’m trying to figure out what I could give Jumin as a Christmas present, but there is nothing that I could give him,’’ you whined. Yoosung chuckled. ,,But Mc, it’s October! Christmas is still so far away! I mean, it’s still warm outside,’’ he laughed. You smiled and told him that you always got presents pretty early. ,,I never buy them at the last minute. I always buy them months before so that nothing can stress me out. For my mother, for example, I once bought her Christmas present in August, ahaha,’’ you laughed as you remembered the day you ordered her present even though you were still enjoying the warm sun at the beach.

,,Besides, if I can’t give him an heir for C&R, I could at least get him a good present, but I can’t even do that…’’ you suddenly whined. Your mood changed as you looked outside. ,,Jumin said that it’s okay that it’s harder for me to get pregnant and that I shouldn’t worry about the company, but I know that he wants children. I mean, the way he looks at children when we walk past them already says it all… he’s just too kind to me and I, as a wife, can’t give him anything…’’ Yoosung stayed silent as you whined, but suddenly he commented that you were maybe too stressed. ,,You should try to relax a bit more. Maybe you will have success!’’ he told you, never failing to smile at you. ,,Me? Stressed out? Jumin gives his best to make my life as comfortable as possible. How can I be stressed out? But you....YA YOU SHOULD BE STRESSED OUT!’’ you suddenly nagged at him, your voice raised as you watched his studies.

,,Ahhhh, but I don’t want to!’’ he whined, his eyes on his medical books again. The deal was that you would watch Yoosung to make sure that he would study since he once whined that he couldn’t handle it on his own. And since you were the only house wife and pretty good at understanding things, you agreed to help him. But studying with Yoosung was very hard. The young boy could get himself distracted in just a few seconds! But after you nagged at him, Yoosung luckily went on with his studies, and so the afternoon passed. After Yoosung left the penthouse, his words kept replaying in your head. Thinking that you could use a day to relax, you decided to put some hot water in your bathtub and relax with a little bit of wine and a good facial mask. The water kept flowing in the big bathtub as you looked through your candles to make the atmosphere better. You chose the ones that smelled like flowers and put them all around the room. You even put some rose petals into the water, as well as some nice smelling lotion.

Of course you first showered before you relaxed in the hot water. The wine was standing on your right as you slowly put your shoulders into the water, feeling the relaxation overcoming you. Classical music was coming from your laptop as you enjoyed the beautiful moment. You didn’t know how much time passed, you just knew that the feeling was just so beautiful. When the water began to become colder and your wine was empty, you slowly decided to get up, careful to not hurt yourself as you climbed out of it. Your hand reached for a towel as you exited the room afterwards, just to see your husband who just arrived home. Jumin looked at you as you stood half naked in front of him. ,,I like the way you come to greet me,’’ he laughed as you blushed because of the wine. You were never the type to get embarrassed. Your husband slowly approached you and began to kiss you. He first kissed your lips, then your neck, then up to your ears, and your cheeks. You chuckled at his warm lips and hugged him with your still wet arms. ,,My love, let’s love each other in our bedroom…’’ he whispered in your ear, going ahead to your shared bedroom to put away the towel from your body and kiss every single part of your body… ,,I will just take this frame so that he can put another picture of us on his desk,’’ you said to Yoosung as you scrolled through your phone.

A month had already passed and Yoosung couldn’t believe that you were still worried about the Christmas present for your husband. Suddenly you jumped up, feeling very nauseous. You walked to the bathroom and opened the door, just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. Your hair fell in your face as your head was over the toilet. You hated this feeling. You felt sick with every second that passed. And not even Yoosung was a big help. The blonde man tried to grab your hair and patted your back as you finally finished vomiting. ,,It’s ten in the morning. You didn’t even eat so much. Why…?’’ he whined. You let your tired body fall on the ground as you supported your head on the wall. Suddenly your head was throbbing and you felt weird. You were scared. You felt kind of hungry and at the same time, sick. ,,I think I have a fever,’’ you whispered, looking over to Yoosung who was panicking over the phone by now. ,,She said that she has a fever,’’ he whined. ,,Jumin, I think she’s dying on me! She’s so pale! What? I didn’t kill her!’’ he by now sobbed. You rolled your eyes ,,Don’t say that I’ll die or he’ll worry! I’m just sick!’’ you tried to nag at him, but you were too sleepy. You had no energy anymore… You didn’t know how much time passed, but Yoosung was by your side the whole time. At some point he even brought a blanket to make you feel warmer while you were sitting on the cold floor since he wasn’t able to carry you to the bed. When you just wanted to get up, you heard the door opening with your husband rushing into the bathroom, followed by bodyguards and men in white coats. ,,My love!’’ he gasped and took you in his arms, your hand weakly around his neck while he carried you to a more comfortable place. ,,I can feel how hot you are…’’ he said meaning that your burning face was pressed against his neck.

,,Mr Han, please take care of everything else outside. We will take care of her,’’ one doctor said. ,,She’s sleeping, but her fever went down immediately. She will probably feel hungry, so make her soup or a bowl of rice. We took a sample of blood and checked her. As soon as we know something, we will let you know,’’ the doctor said and quickly went out to check what illness you had right away. No one knew at that point that you didn’t have any sort of illness… ,,I love you, my wife,’’ Jumin whispered. ,,I wish I could stay here with you, but I need to go to work. I will be back in a little while,’’ Jumin said. The next morning you vomited again. You were also a bit hotter, but everything else was okay. ,,The doctor will probably call here. I hope you have nothing serious, but don’t worry. I will take care of everything,’’ he said and smiled again before he went out of the room, ready to drive to the company. You on the other hand, weren’t that worried. You probably just caught the flu. And so, when the phone rang around twelve, you expected to be right with what you thought, however, the news they gave you made you even happier.

,,Thanks, Doctor. Please don’t tell him anything. I want to surprise him. I can’t believe it… how was that possible?’’ you sobbed happily on the phone. You quickly went on amazon and bought the frame. However, the picture you would put in there was completely different from the one you first thought… Thanks to Seven’s help, you even got the chance to go to the doctor without paparazzi seeing you. 

A month passed by and Christmas finally came.

You with Jumin and the RFA sitting together, eating snacks and opening the presents. Seven had the task of making a video of Jumin opening your present, but you still wanted to wait with the big surprise. ,,My wife already got a few presents this morning,’’ Jumin said proudly. ,,Yeah, I saw on her Insta. What was it? A new bag and a necklace, Mc?’’ Zen asked you. You laughed and nodded ,,And the six candles from the USA. They just smell so good!’’ you laughed and held Jumin’s hand. ,,But here is one more for Mc…’’ Yoosung said. You were the one who got the most presents, not just because of Jumin, but the RFA itself had a deep bond with you. ,,Wait, it’s boring. Open your presents too! Don’t just give me mine!’’ you laughed and took the present you chose for Jaehee. ,,open it!’’ you chuckled, excited what your best friend would say. ,,A coffee maker? Woah!’’ she smiled and teared up. You knew her the best, she thought as she hugged you. Well, Jaehee was also the only one who knew about your pregnancy and helped you this month to hide it. It was her who always managed to make you eat healthy things at business meetings and whenever Jumin choosed to eat sushi, she tried her best to make him change plans. ,,I heard that lately, raw fish is very bad for women. I’m worried about Mc, but I will book it-’’ ,,No need, Assistant Kang, Look for a place that sells well cooked food,’’ he always changed his mind. Yoosung opened his presents too, getting a new keyboard, a mouse and a few things he wished for.

Even Zen got his beauty box from you, feeling very happy about it. ,,There is one last present,’’ Jaehee said and took the little box from the three. She waited until Seven started the camera since he was too busy observing the cute presents he got from you. One of them was a package of Dr. Pepper… but right now he knew that it was his time to work so he quickly took his phone and started the video while nodding to Jaehee. He didn’t know what was going on. Why did he need to take a video? ,,For Jumin, it says. Mr Han, I believe it’s yours,’’ Jaehee said, giving Jumin the cute little box wrapped in a paper with cats. ,,I think I need to sneeze…’’ Zen commented. Jumin’s eyes softened as his fingers touched the written note on it.

,,Your wife, Mc,’’ it said. He looked up to you and seemed emotionally touched. ,,There was no need for it…’’ he whispered and kissed your cheek. ,,Just open it,’’ you giggled, playing with your fingers, feeling kind of nervous. But you knew that he was going to like it. You were sure. Jumin slowly opened the box, careful not to break anything. ,,A frame…’’ he smiled ,,can I show everybody?’’ he asked you, probably expecting it to be kind of… smutty. You lightly slapped his shoulder as Zen rolled his eyes. As soon as Jumin turned around the frame to see the picture in it, he froze. A little note was over the frame. Everyone became tired as they noticed that the rich black haired man was suddenly crying. So did you. Tears rolled down your cheeks. ,,Finally, Jumin turned his head to you and began to stutter ,,I-is that.. r-re-real?’’ he asked you. ,,We did it, Jumin… you’re going to be a father,’’ you hiccuped, taking his hand and putting it on your still flat belly. ,,Hello, daddy. I’m already here, but I will meet you a bit later. Please accept me as a late Christmas present,’’ you said in a childish voice. The video ended with Jumin hugging you and sobbing in your neck as the RFA itself gave you guys an applause; even Zen.

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