#well I gave this guy huge mitts but I still love them

[smalltimidbean]

I would bet

A Bruno clone

With

Koala dna!

World's Eepiest Fella.............. (s)

[silver-hwaberry]

SIXTEEN: baking and comfort

Warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, slightly rough sex, protected sex Word Count: 8.1k (taglist is now at the bottom) Summary: While the others are away visiting their families, Luna is feeling their absence deeply. Mingi is there to distract her from missing them, until she finally reunites with her parents and sisters. The reunion is a mixture of emotions, and when Luna comes home afterwards, there is a special surprise waiting for her.

Mingi's voice echoes down the hallway, "What is that scent? It smells delicious!" I hear him say. I place the tray on the counter top and close the oven door as he walks into the kitchen.

"It's scones," I reply, taking off my oven mitt and placing it neatly beside me. "I've made them mostly for my sisters but I've made extra for here too in case any of you want one."

"You made cupcakes and an apple pie yesterday, plus a chicken dinner! This morning was pancakes at breakfast, and now you're making scones? You are making sure we are very well fed!" He grins at me.

The previous morning, I had been struck with a sudden burst of baking inspiration, so I made my way to the grocery store. There, I decided to make myself a roast chicken dinner, complete with a side of buttery mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables - the ultimate comfort meal that my mom would make for me whenever I was feeling down. Although I wasn't particularly low yesterday, I was missing Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Wooyoung and San; this gave me all the more reason to make this comforting meal.

The guys had all been in contest contact with me through texts. San would call me every night to tell me about his day, what he did with his family, things he did with his cat Byeol. They all also sent me lots of photos and messages throughout the day. Despite how nice it was still being able to talk with them, there's no denying that I missed their physical presence around me.

I felt a small pang of guilt for missing them when I was enjoying the company of Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho so much. We were all having a blast. Yesterday morning, Jongho tried to teach me how to break open an apple with just my hands. After using up an entire bag of apples, I finally managed to split off a tiny piece from the last apple and he cheered like I had accomplished something grand. Surprisingly, I did feel somewhat proud of myself. All of the apples used during the apple breaking process were not wasted at all as I made an apple pie with them!

In the afternoon, Mingi was working on a new song, letting me sit in his bedroom with him as he composed it. I simply watched him with a smile on my face until he asked me to sit on his lap and showed me how to put together a track.

Watching Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho eating the roast chicken dinner so enthusiastically and genuinely enjoying it brought so much joy to my heart and a bubble of excitement in my stomach too. Afterwards we had another movie night and it was nice having time with the 3 of them.

“I just like cooking for you all!” I laugh. “I can stop if you wish me to.”

“Hey! I am not complaining. I love your cooking, princess!” Mingi says, leaning down to kiss me. “I just need to add extra reps during my workouts now every time you cook for us as your portions are massive!” He laughs.

"My apologies, that's from my grandma! She believes in cooking huge portions of food, and it's something that I've inherited from her." I giggle, "You know my opinion regarding you all dieting and all that stuff but I can serve smaller portions if you'd like?"

“Don’t! Not for me anyway!” He kisses me again. “And yes, very aware of your opinions on diets given your long rant last night when Yeosang simply said steamed vegetables are healthier than roasted!” He laughs wickedly.

I cringe and groan as I remember it. Poor Yeosang made an innocent comment, and I launched into how roasted vegetables are tastier and, if cooked correctly (with less oil!) can be just as healthy as steamed. When I finally stopped, his eyes were wide, and he looked so stunned.

“I am so sorry for that! I have a tendency to get rather opinionated with food! Again, that’s my grandma’s influence!” I reply, covering my face as his body moves around to stand behind me.

“I like you aren’t afraid to say how you feel or what you think. It’s very refreshing when we are surrounded by people who tell us what they think we want to hear,” he says, wrapping his arms around me as I move the scones to the cooling rack. “So never ever apologise for it and keep being yourself too!” I feel his face bury into my neck.

I know my opinions can annoy people and the fact I am outspoken too can be off-putting to a lot of people but Mingis words make me feel warm inside.

We move into the lounge and settle down on the sofa, with Mingi cuddling in close to me. I can't help but smile as I realise how comfortable he is with being around me. It's something I never even expected from him when we first met. His tall stature and dark eyes were a bit intimidating on our first meeting.

“Did your family arrive safely last night?” he asks

“Yeah, they did." I answer

"How was their flight from London?"

"Long! My mom text when they arrived at their rental apartment. She said the twins were already asleep while my dad was snoring on the sofa.” I chuckle and place my arms over the top of his. “The girls messaged this morning telling me all about the view from their apartment.”

“Is their apartment far from here?” He asks

“It is actually just 2 blocks away! Soojin said they can see Han River from the lounge window, so I think their apartment faces the same direction ours does.” I smile. “I can’t wait to see them later on. They'll be so big from the last time I saw them 8 months ago!”

Mingi pulls me closer to his chest. "I am sure you are going to have so much fun with them. Maybe one day you and I should take them out. Show them the fun places in Seoul." he says

"I was planning to take them to Lotte World. We should take them there. If you don't mind crazy hyper twins that is!" I smile at him wanting to do something with them.

"I've lived with San and Wooyoung for years, even during trainee period, I am sure Soojin and Hyejin will be a breeze compared to them!" he laughs, his voice has a hint of excitement.

As we cuddle together on the couch, I can’t help but think of the others and how much I miss them. A dull ache hits my chest at how much, more than I had ever expected to. A pang of guilt then follows for thinking of them while still being in Mingi’s embrace.

“Are you alright?” He asks me, his lips resting on the crown of my head.

"I'm fine," I reply, nodding slightly.

"You seemed to zone out a bit there for a moment," he remarks softly. "You were pretty quiet last night after dinner too."

"We were watching a movie with Yeosang and Jongho; it wouldn't have made much sense to talk," I joke in response.

"I know that," he replies with a chuckle, "but something seemed to be bothering you—you went upstairs right after to play with your friends on Sans' computer and then I saw you asleep in his bed in the middle of the night." His tone softens.

He is correct. I ended up sleeping in Sans bed last night when our game was finished. As I had sat in the silence of Sans bedroom once I had turned off the PC, I began to miss him. I only intended to lie on his bed for a few minutes, to soak in his scent before I went back to my room but the comfort of his belongings surrounding me made me feel a bit more emotional.

In an attempt to hold back the tears that wanted to escape I closed my eyes as tight as I could and hugged his pillow. The next thing I knew my phone alarm was going off on Sans desk and it was the next morning. I didn't realise Mingi had seen me in there but it explains the blanket over me that hadn't been there before when I woke up this morning.

"I wasn't snooping, I just saw the light on while I was going to the toilet and went in to turn it off and saw you asleep." he swiftly clarifies.

"I am missing the others." I admit, there is no point in trying to hide it. Mingi can easily pick up on peoples emotions.

"I thought as much." he sighs softly. "Come here." He pulls me onto his lap; I lay my head into his chest and try to control the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Sorry." I whisper, shedding a few that manage to break free. "I shouldn't be missing them when I have this time with you, Yeosang and Jongho!"

"Don't be sorry." He whispers back, tightening his grip around me; it feels like he will never let me go. "It's perfectly normal to miss them." His thumb brushes away the tears from my cheeks. "I know they are missing you as well." This causes me to lift my head from his chest and look up at him, meeting his eye to see if he is being truthful with me.

"Really?" I ask, surprised

"Of course they are!" The way he looks at me, so sweetly makes my heart flutter and warmth spreads through my body as he brings his lips down on mine.

The kiss starts off softly, his lips moving against mine with tenderness as his hands caress my back. I can't help but melt into him as the kiss turns heated and we stay locked in it for what feels like an eternity. He eventually pulls away, leaving us both breathless.

"I'm glad you are here with me." I whispers against his lips before kissing him once more.

Mingi deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. I sigh into his mouth, heat pooling low in my belly.

We break apart, breathless. Mingi's eyes have darkened with desire and I feel an answering ache between my legs.

"Yeosang just went downstairs to the gym and Jongho's with his family today," I say softly, my lips brush against his. "I have 2 hours before I need to leave and the apartment's empty. Should we continue this somewhere more private?"

Mingi's lips curve in a slow, sensual smile. "Private? If we have the entire apartment to ourselves why not do it right here?"

I joke, my voice light and teasing, "We could do that, but wouldn't it be more comfortable in my bed?" I flash a mischievous grin and slide my hand down his body, feeling the hardness of his arousal. "You can be as rough as you want with me in there too." I squeeze him through his shorts.

"You make a good argument," he replies with a groan, embracing me as he stands up. I giggle with excitement, looping my arms around his neck, my legs hooking around his waist. As soon as we get into my room, he slams the door shut behind us with his foot. "One day we are going to fuck on that sofa!" He laughs.

"100%!" I reply in agreement.

He lowers me onto the bed and joins me, pinning me underneath him with his body. We kiss passionately while I run my fingers through his hair, over his broad shoulders and down his back. Mingi sits back on his heels and strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the definition of his torso. I can't help but let out a soft moan at the sight of him, and I feel an overwhelming wave of desire consume me.

He looks at me with a smug smirk and asks, "Do you like what you see, princess?"

"Of course!" I laugh back.

He helps me out of my clothes and his own with eager and quick hands until we are both naked. Mingi lowers himself back down onto me, his lips travelling hungrily over my body. He kisses me passionately, his hands caressing every inch of my body until I am writhing beneath him. His mouth moves lower, kissing and gently sucking on my skin. His tongue pays particular attention to my nipples before moving lower still. I can feel his hot breath on my core, my legs shake in anticipation of his next move.

"Mingi..." I moan, my voice trembling as I look down at him.

"Does my princess want me to eat her out?" he says, his voice low and seductive as his eyes darken with desire. Unable to find words, I simply nod in response. He places one of his hands over my lower abdomen, gently pressing down to keep me still as his other hand cups my wetness. His lips move up my inner thighs, lightly brushing against them with every kiss until they finally reach my core. His fingers slip inside me as his tongue circles my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. His mouth moves with precision, alternating between teasing licks and hard sucks as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. With a final gasp of pleasure, I collapse onto the mattress.

He finally stops and looks up at me, grinning, as I come hard against his mouth and fingers. He pulls away slowly, licking his lips before giving me a lingering kiss that leaves me breathless. I look into his eyes and see a satisfied look that only comes from knowing he pleased me to the fullest.

Mingi picks up a condom from my bedside table and slips it on, then moves over me with his forearms serving as support. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him towards me as he enters me. We both moan in pleasure at the feeling of being together. His forehead pressed firmly against mine.

"Ahh! You feel amazing!" he grunts out between breaths. "You're so perfect for me."

He moves in a steady rhythm, angle his hips to precisely target that secret spot inside me that he knows so well from our night together. Each thrust inside of me sparks a thrill up my spine, intensifying until I can hardly bear it. I cling onto his back, panting out his name as his thrusts become faster and more intense, his breathing heavy as he nears his climax. I can feel him trembling above me, the tension in his body building until it is almost unbearable. I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto him as we both soar towards our peaks. One of his hands moves to my hips, his fingers dig into me as he firmly holds my body down onto the mattress.

The heat within me suddenly breaking apart in a wave of blissful release as I cry out loudly, my nails digging into his skin. Riding the wave of my release, Mingi continues his brutal pace, growing frantic as he buries his face into the crook of my neck and cries out with a deep guttural rumble. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to shake violently.

We lie there, completely exhausted and still entwined together, saying nothing but communicating though our eye contact in the comfortable silence that envelops us. A satisfied smile crosses my face while I bask in the post-orgasmic joy and Mingi's presence, his hand softly caressing my cheek. Sweet kisses and smiles being exchanged as we come down from our highs.

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I walk into the lounge from my bedroom and see Yeosang sitting on the sofa causing my heart to flutter. After Mingi and I had our fun earlier, we went for a shower. As I was getting ready to the lunch he left to go to gym. Yeosang must have came back earlier and is now playing a game on the ps5 but puts it on pause when he sees me come in. He places the controller on the coffee table as I walk over to him.

"You look beautiful!" he smiles at me as he stands up, his hand reaches out for mine and he laces our fingers together. He places a soft kiss against my lips and another on my forehead.

I chose to wear a knee length, beige dress for lunch with my family and threw on an oversized white cardigan as well. My hair is in loose curls and I have braided my long bangs, securing them with a clip against the side of my head so they are out of my face. To complete the look, I kept my makeup simple.

"Thank you." I say lowering my head as I can feel the blush flush over my cheeks.

His fingers tilt my chin up to look at him. "I love when you wear your glasses." I chose to forego my contact lenses and stick with my eye glasses. It isn't something I normally do when I go out. The only time I wear my glasses outside is when I go for my morning run or at the store. "I love the way your glasses look on you! They bring out your eyes and make you look even more beautiful." I feel myself blush even more. I'm not quite sure how to respond to it.

"Come here, angel." he pulls me into his arms. I instantly feel the warmth of his body and melt into him. “Mingi and I are going for a meal with Myeonjin then to see a movie so we won't be here when you get home."

"That sounds like fun!" I say, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I inhale his scent, he is fresh out the shower and smells like a mixture of coconuts and vanilla.

"Jongho should be home by 10pm. Do you think you will be okay here by yourself for a while?" His hands rubbing soft circles on my back

"Please, I lived alone in a tiny studio apartment for two years! A few hours by myself won't faze me!" I smile at his concern. He leans down, our lips meeting in a gentle sweet kiss. His lips are soft and warm, caressing mine with each movement. His hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of my mouth. I feel my body heat up with pleasure as his tongue slides against mine in a perfect dance that makes me forget what we were talking about.

When we finally break apart, I'm breathless and my heart is pounding in my chest. We stand there for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes like nothing else matters in this world but us. "I better go now. My dad will send out a search party for me if I am even a second late! Be calling the army and demanding air support to find me." I finally say, chuckling lightly

"Is he overprotective?" he asks as he takes my hand and leads me to the door.

"Incredibly! I used to think my mom was unbearably protective of me but then my dad retired from active duty and moved to the training and admin side of the military, he became really overprotective. He was home a lot more, my mom was pregnant, having a hard time with it and then twins were born prematurely. He was protective over all 4 of us but more so me because I was becoming more independent." I say. Yeosang guides me to sit on the bench in the alcove at the door and helps me to put my shoes on, like he always does. "I started rebelling a bit around that age too, acting out."

"I can't imagine you being a rebellious teenager!" he chuckles "You look too innocent for that stuff!"

"Oh I was!" I laugh loudly "Don't underestimate my innocent face! Something happened at that age and I changed dramatically. I stayed out past my curfew, started hanging around with the wrong people, got into trouble, did things I shouldn't have been doing."

"Was it something bad?" he asks, looking into my eyes with concern

"At the time I thought it was, but after rebelling for a couple of months, I started to calm down and I realised it wasn't. It was a big thing but deep down, nothing really changed. However that is a story for another day." I smile lightly at him

"Your father loves you, and you are his first born daughter, it's only natural that he worries. I'll drive you to your parents apartment, make sure you get there safely." he offers

"It is only a 5 minute walk!" I say as he stands up holding out his hand for me to join him, his eyes looking into mine

"Then let me walk you there," he says softly, tenderly cupping my cheek. "I want to spend as much time with you before you have lunch with your family."

"Shouldn't you be accompanied by one of the managers?" I ask, scared about him getting into trouble because of me.

"I won't be gone long," he replies, grabbing a mask and hat from one of the cabinets beside the shoe rack. "Don't worry, angel."

He draws me into an embrace and kisses my forehead before his lips move slowly down to my cheek. He lingers there for a moment before they finally reach mine, holding onto my waist while we kiss. I'm entirely lost in this serene moment between us - all of life's woes seem so distant now.

Finally, he pulls away and gives me a twinkling smile. "Let's go," he murmurs, lightly brushing his lips against mine one last time before donning his mask and hat.

Yeosang and I step outside, the warm sun bathing our faces. He looks at me before taking my hand, and we stroll together down the sidewalk. It is a typical sunny August afternoon, not too hot, just a perfect temperature.

We walk in a happy silence as we cut through the park near our apartment. Suddenly, I tug him over to a plant and exclaim, "Look! A mugunghwa flower! Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is!" He nods with a muffled voice, veiled by his face covering. His eyes twinkle with joy and with his little eye creases I can see that he is smiling. He releases my hand to pluck one of the pink flowers from the branch. Then he carefully weaves its stem into my braid. "I'm sorry for taking a flower," he says, "but I thought it would look even more beautiful in your hair." His warm brown eyes glimmer in the sunlight. "Lets keep going before the search helicopter appears." he adds, I find myself laughing at his comment as he takes my hand again and we carry on walking.

We reach my parents apartment building I turn to face him. "I'll see you in the morning." he says his hands running up my arms

"Want me to make pancakes again? I'll put in an extra scoop of protein powder just for you." I smile

"I'd never turn down your amazing pancakes, even if they didn't have any protein powder in them!" he laughs. He pulls down his face mask enough to expose his lips before leaning in and kissing me tenderly.

"Yeo!!" I exclaim, "Someone could see us!"

"No one can see us from here." he smiles mischievously, replacing the mask over his mouth and nose.

"Still, that was a massive risk!" I say, "I don't want to get you into any trouble."

"You won't, so stop worrying about that!" We hear a car approach and stand back from one another. It was just as well we did as the car comes into view I see it is my uncles. Inside is my Aunt Soomin, Seojun and my other cousin Dongjae.

"That is my Uncle Jihoon." I say as he parks metres from us

"Oh." Yeosang says and I can see his eyes grow a bit wider as he looks over at the car and back at me. "I should go now that your family are here."

"Younhaaaa!" Seojun shouts jubilantly as he gets out of the car, his usual cheeky grin on his face.

"Jun, sshh!" I scold him as he reaches us

"Oh sorry, I didn't see you." he says to Yeosang who honestly looks like a deer caught in the headlights

"I was just making sure Luna got here safely." Yeosang replies, I can see how uneasy he is looking and I am fighting an internal battle not to reach out to him. Give him the reassurance he needs.

"That is very sweet of you." my Aunt Soomin smiles joining us

"Are you going to introduce us?" Jihoon asks me

"Sorry, this is Yeosang, Yeosang this is my Uncle Jihoon, Aunt Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae." I say quietly in case someone is nearby

"Wow, he's a lot shorter than I thought he'd be." Dongjae blurts out. "They look so tall on TV."

"Dongjae!" Soomin scolds, "I apologise for my youngest sons rudeness." she adds to Yeosang

"That boy doesn't have a filter!" Jihoon adds with a chuckle. "It is nice to meet you."

"That is ok. It was lovely to meet you all. I better go." He bows to them before quickly leaving and I watch as he disappears around the corner without a second glance and I feel bad for him being accosted by my family like this.

"He seems a lovely young man." Soomin comments as she hugs me "Are they all taking care of you?"

"They are." I nod

"Lets get upstairs before your dad sends out a search party for you." Jihoon laughs. Even he knows how my dad is and it makes me chuckle. He puts the code into the building entrance and holds the door open for us to enter.

When we reach the apartment door, I can already hear the twins inside making noise. My mom is trying to calm them down. I feel a burst of excitement at seeing them again, and especially my mom. Before we even knock on the door, it swings open and my mom throws her arms around me.

"Whoa Aunt Eunbi, how did you know we were here?" Seojun chuckles.

"I knew my baby was here." she says while squeezing me tight, "You've gotten taller!"

"Mom, I haven't grown in years!" I laugh.

"Maybe it's just that my big sister has gotten shorter since the last time she was here!" Jihoon jokes, tapping her head. "You do look like you have!"

"Oh stop it!" She lets go of me and embraces him. "Everyone looks short next to you!"

It's true: at 186cms, everyone else seems quite short - except for Seojun who is the same height, and Dongjae who is almost the same height with some more growing still to do.

"What's with this talk about short people?" my dad cheerfully inquires from behind us all. At 189cm, he's yet another tall person. Most people think that my father and Jihoon are brothers due to their respective heights - but it's really my mom who is related to him, being three years his senior. "Luna!" He adds as he enfolds me in a hug "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too dad." I relax into his embrace.

After exchanging hugs with everyone, we move into the apartment and witness Soojin and Hyejin squabbling over an iPad on the floor.

"Girls, what have I told you about fighting like that over stuff when you each have one!" Mom lightly rebukes them.

"But mummy it's mine! Hyejin is trying to take it because her own is out of battery!" Soojin whines. Her British accent very prominent.

"Hyejin, this is your sister's device; if yours has run out of power then go charge it but don't take away your sister's without her permission," Dad steps in.

"You've always said to share though, Soojin isn't sharing!" she retorts, yanking it out of Soojin's hands. This causes Soojin to tug back at it and hit Hyejins hands to make her let go.

I stand by and laugh quietly at the scene unfolding before me. Hyejin starts screaming loudly at Soojin, even going so far as to grab at her long hair and pull on it. Quickly Dad snatches the iPad from their grasp.

"That's enough! Nobody gets the iPad now," he says firmly and they both groan in protest.

Dongjae quietly says in Korean, "Gosh, they're noisy!"

"You were the same when you were growing up with your brother!" Soomin chuckles to him

"Luna's here." my mom says

Instantly, their voices change from moaning to an excited shriek, as they finally notice me in the room and rush towards me. I kneel down to embrace them both as they throw themselves at me, toppling me onto my butt as I can only laugh and try to hold onto both of them. They have definitely gotten a lot bigger since I saw them last.

"Did you get my message this morning?" asks Soojin

"I did! And your photos too. They were really good!" I answer

"Who is ready for some food?" my dad asks cheerfully

"Me!" they both shout putting their hands up.

"I'm sure Luna is too!" Seojun says poking my stomach as I bat his hand away laughing. "Your sister is ALWAYS hungry!" he whispers dramatically to the twins

"Says the man who ordered 4 servings of pork belly at the karaoke a few weeks ago and ate it to himself!" I laugh. "Didn't even ask Dasom and I if we wanted any!"

"Oh what a gentleman I have raised!" Aunt Soomin says making us all laugh

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When we arrive at the restaurant, we are taken to our reserved table. It doesn't take long before Soojin and Hyejin start bickering over who gets to sit beside me, so I suggest sitting in between them, which calms them down. Seconds after I sit down, my mom instructs the waitress that I have a serious seafood allergy, demanding that nothing on the table contain anything fish-based.

I almost say that it will be okay, as it was my decision to come here precisely because I knew it was safe. However I understand that my mother has always done this and will continue to do so regardless of what I say so I keep my mouth shut.

With each dish that arrives at the table, my mother repeats to the staff and it gets harder to stay quiet. I want to say something multiple times, but my father's understanding gaze kept me quiet. He knows how much I hate this but also knows, like we all do, that there is no point in trying to stop her.

"What are your plans for your trip?" Soomin inquires.

"We'll be here for two weeks before heading down to Jeju Island for a couple of days, then a week in Tokyo, and another week back here," Dad replies

"We will have a sleepover with Luna too!" Hyejin cheers

"I don't think so, honey," Mom says softly

"But we always have a sleepover when we visit!!" Soojin adds in disappointment, her eyes growing big

"'I'm sorry sweetie," I say sadly. Since I moved in with the other guys, it isn't feasible this time around. We'd usually wear our pyjamas and watch movies while eating snacks all night long. “I don’t live alone anymore.”

“But we will be quiet and behaviour ourselves.” Hyejin says on the other side of me. “We promise, don’t we Soojin? We won’t fight!” I see Soojin nod frantically

“Why don’t you have a sleepover at our apartment instead?” My dad suggests, “Mommy and I can have a night out and the three of you can do your little movie and snack night.”

“That’s not as fun!”Soojin pouts

"We will arrange something for a night just the 3 of us ok." I say putting an arm around her. Her little pout doesn't completely leave but it does seem to appease her a little.

The rest of the lunch goes by on a happier tone. Afterwards Jihoon, Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae go their separate ways while we go back to my parents apartment. My mom telling me she has some things for me. As we enter the apartment Soojin and Hyejin take me to their bedrooms to show me some of their toys. We spend the next 30 minutes playing and having fun until my mom comes in to get me. This causes both of them to whine before my mom says Hyejins iPad is charged. Instantly they both stop and run to get their respective devices.

"Dinner tomorrow night, what would Seonghwa like to eat?" she asks me as we go into the lounge. My dad is sitting on the sofa, his feet resting on the coffee table in front watching a football match on the TV. I notice there is a folded blanket underneath them, no doubt put there by mom so as not to scuff the table with his socks.

"Seonghwa will eat anything," I reply. "He's the least picky eater I've ever known. So whatever you feel like cooking will be fine."

"Do you think he'd be ok with a western meal? It's been so long since I attempted any Korean cuisine - I wouldn't want to do it now and end up messing it up! That would be mortifying!" She chuckles softly.

"I cook a lot of western style meals for the guys and they've never had any issues with them. Maybe make some ramen and rice as side dishes though. I have noticed they all, especially Seonghwa appreciate that!" I smile

"You cook for them?" My dad asks sounding surprised

"Well yeah." I shrug nonchalantly as I sit beside him. "They work long hours, can't really cook a proper meal by the time they get home. I am usually home hours before they are so it makes sense for me to do it. They never let me do the dishes though. Yunho and San usually tell me to go sit down."

I don't say a word that if I don't leave, Wooyoung will swoop in and carry me out of the kitchen. I secretly like when he does that, so I often stay put for that very purpose.

He beams widely, excitedly saying "I already like them! How is it going living with them?"

"I like it. It is nice being around people again and being able to look after people too."

"I am glad to hear that." he smiles. "I was a little worried at first when your mom told me you were living with them. I didn't like it."

"And Seonghwa?" I ask nervously

"Hmm, I wasn't too pleased about that at first!" he says lowering his eyebrows. I feel my stomach drop a little. "However, from what your mom said about him after she spoke to him that night and what I've seen in videos online, he does seem nice."

"He really is dad." I say smiling

"I'll still be giving him the dad experience but not the full one though." he laughs

"Just don't scare him away." I giggle "I really do like them... him!" Thankfully my mom comes back into the lounge with lots of bags and my dad doesn't pick up on my Freudian slip.

At the same time on the TV the opposite team has just scored a goal, much to his disappointment causing him to curse. My mom playfully rolls her eyes at him before coming over to us.

"I have your usual things from London - teabags, biscuits, your favourite chocolate bars!" she says excitedly.

"Ohhhh thank you mom" I say giving her a hug.

"And I got the guys some snacks too! I hope they'll enjoy them. I didn't know what they'd like so I got a bit of everything I could think of."

"She isn't even exaggerating! An entire suitcase purely for these snacks and your things! The excess fees at the airport was eye watering!" My dad chuckles at my mom's excitement before standing up and stretching. "I'll drive you home, it would take you 5 hours to get home with all these bags."

"You are probably right." I giggle. "Thanks dad!"

"I'll see you and Seonghwa tomorrow night." my mom smiles hugging me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

When I get to the entrance, I put down my belongings and key in the code. The door chirps and I open it with my foot as I grab the bags again. After taking off my shoes and pushing them to the designated area, a wave of familiarity washes over me as I take in the familiar scent of the apartment. A small smile comes to my face as I start to feel like this is my home now too.

I walk into the hallway, my eyes immediately gaze upon a bag lying at the bottom of the stairs. I furrow my brow, trying to remember if it was there when I left for lunch with my family.

Suddenly, my gaze shifts as I see a movement out ofthe corner of my eye, and I catch sight of Yunho sitting on the sofa. My heart skips a beat as I rush over to him, my bags dropping onto the floor. The bags full of snacks and goodies forgotten about the second I lay eyes on him.

“Yunho!” I exclaim, practically leaping into his arms.

He rises from the seat, grinning broadly as he wraps me in a strong hug. His body radiates with heat as I cling to him tightly. He stands rock-steady despite my body slamming into his. He holds me securely as my arms wrap around his neck. Without hesitation I press my lips against his, unable to hold back. He kisses me back.

As he sets me down, I step back keeping a hold on his hands in mine as I take a good look at him. He’s wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but to me, he looks like a vision. Too scared to blink in case he disappears and is not really here with me right now. I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, still in shock.

“I live here,” he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I playfully roll my eyes and laugh. “I know that. I thought you were coming home tomorrow!”

“I was always coming home today,” he replies. “I wanted to surprise you though, so I told you it was Thursday.”

A bubble of joy rises in me as I chuckle. “You definitely did a great job of surprising me.”

“I really, really missed you,” he says, his eyes softening.

“I missed you too,” I reply, my heart swelling with emotion. I lean in for another hug, burying my face in his chest. I can feel the tears of joy prickling at the corners of my eyes.

My tears flow freely as I try to stifle a weep, but he sees through my weak facade. “Hey, don’t cry,” he whispers gently. I can’t hide my emotions, and he knows it. With his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, he pulls me closer, sitting back on the sofa and I sit in his lap, feeling safe and secure.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say through my sniffles. “I didn’t realise I would miss you this much.”

To my surprise, he admits, “Honestly, I felt the same way. I spent most of my time moping around the house. Even my mom noticed my sadness and asked if I was missing someone back home.” He smiles, “Don’t tell Hongjoong, but I told her about you.” He adds in a mischievous tone.

I pull away slightly to look at his face. “You did?” I ask in disbelief.

“Not everything about the others, but I told her that I have someone back home who makes me smile every day, makes me incredibly happy, looks after me, and cooks for me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his hand gently. "And who I care for deeply."

Feeling nervous, I ask, “And what did she say?”

“She’s happy that I have someone, especially someone who takes care of me and makes sure I eat properly! I know we’re not supposed to tell anyone about our relationship with you, but my mom was pretty persistent!” He grins at me, his hands resting on my thighs. “She asked to see a photo of you, so I showed her. I hope that’s okay with you."

A wave of relief washes over me, and I laugh. “Of course, I don’t mind! As long as it was a good one!” 

“All the photos I have of you are good ones!” He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “It was from when we went out at 1 a.m. for snacks and ended up walking down to the river.”

As he takes out his phone and scrolls through it, I remember that night. We had so much fun, and he took a lot of pictures. When he shows me the photo, I can’t help but smile.

The photo on his phone glimmered in the low light of the room, casting warm hues across our faces. I actually really love that photo of us so I am glad he showed his mom that one as he has many unflattering photos of me already in his camera roll! His smile is soft, but genuine as he places the side of his head against mine, both of us staring at the image on his screen. 

“She says you are absolutely beautiful!” he whispers, his lips tickling my ear. A warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I hide my face in the crook of his neck for a moment before looking up again.

“You can’t even see my face properly!” I giggle, my fingers playing with the back of his hair.

“I showed her some other photos too. She likes you though,” he says planting a kiss on my cheek “She says you have warm eyes, that you look kind and caring.” He pulls back to meet my gaze, worry sharpening it. “Please don’t tell Hongjoong though. He will be angry at me.”

“I won’t tell him,” I promise softly.

He stares into my eyes as his hand touches my cheek and moves down to my chin. He gently pulls my face closer to his and kisses me. I feel more tears begin to gather in my closed eyes. I pull my body closer to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder to hold onto him tighter. 

“It is all okay,” he whispers as we cling to each other, foreheads pressed together. “4 days apart was too many. I don’t want us apart for that length of time ever again.” His voice trembles with emotion, and I know he means it. We just hold one another, lost in the embrace of each other’s arms.

As much as I wish that we would never have to be apart, I knew that it was inevitable. We would have to be separated when they go home during their rare breaks from schedules, but I was grateful that we had moments like these to cherish. However, the thought of not seeing them anymore when it all ends was too much to bear, and tears threatened to spill over again.“Come to my bedroom, I have a present or two for you,” he whispers

“Yunho, you did not need to buy me anything!” I gasp, playfully hitting his shoulder

“I know but I wanted to!” he chuckles shifting my body with complete ease, hooking one arm under my knees and his other arm around my lower back and stands up. I can't help but giggle as he carries me down the hallway, up the stairs and into his bedroom.

On his bed, I notice a large and fluffy Kuromi plush. “I figured you'd love her, considering the sheer amount of Kuromi things you own!" He places my feet back onto the floor and supports me as I regain my balance.

“Is it that obvious?” I laugh as he hands it to me and I cuddle into her.

"Just a little bit." he chuckles

"I love her, thank you!" I exclaim with delight

“I also got you this.” he lifts a small purple velvet bag from his desk and passes it to me. I place the Kuromi plush his bed and open the pouch to find an amethyst crystal inside. I hold it up to look at it as it is beautifully radiating in the light streaming through Yunho’s window. “The lady in the shop told me this was the best crystal for stress and anxiety. I don’t know if you believe in the healing properties of crystals. You don’t need to keep it if you don’t believe in it; I won’t be upset.”

"Yunho, I absolutely love it!" I look up at him and embrace him tightly. "Yes, I'm a believer of crystals. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!"

“It seems like something's been weighing on you," He murmurs as he holds me. "If you ever need somebody to talk to or just to be there in silence, I'm here for you.”

“Thank you, Yunho,” I whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck.

He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes. “I mean it,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “You don’t have to endure anything alone.”

It is one of the most difficult things I have had to do, conceal my bipolar disorder from him and everyone else. Despite the effort I put into covering up all the evidence, Yunho has still noticed my inner battles. The resentment in myself that comes with having to take my medication in secret and wear long-sleeved shirts or lots of bracelets at all times to hide the scars.

Asking Hongjoong to keep my secret from them, it weighed heavily on me, and every day was starting to become an endless battle against my anxiety. Scared one of them would find out and know I had lied but also scared to tell them as well.

All at once, the defences that I’ve set up around me start to shatter. Tears begin to well in my eyes as I gaze at him, exposed and defenceless.

“Yunho…” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady. “I just don't know how to tell you...”

“Shh..” he interrupts me quietly. “You don't have to explain anything right now. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to hear you out.”

I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His lips capture mine once more and I feel myself begin to melt into him. His hands move around my back, pulling me close, as his other hand finds its way down my neckline tracing circles across my skin. I feel a familiar warmth radiating from his body, igniting all of my senses.

The kisses become more passionate, and our bodies begin to move together in sync, his hands explore further south toward my hips. The kiss intensifies as Yunho spins us around so that my back is against the wall and he is towering over me. He looks down at me with an intensity that I've never seen before; one that can only be described as pure longing and desire.

Yunho begins to move his lips down the side of my neck leaving tantalising trails everywhere he goes; finally finding their way to my collar bone where they pause for a moment before continuing their journey further south and making stops along the way while his large hands tenderly explore inside my cardigan.

His kisses stop at the neckline of my dress, he pulls his head back and stares down at me, chest heaving. His eyes dark with passion, but something is holding him back.

He speaks in a low, anxious tone. "Do you want to keep going? It's fine if you don't."

I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yunho.." I speak his name softly. "I want this."

No more words are needed; we know what will happen next. Without waiting any longer, we jump into something completely new and unknown together.

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[dreamkidddream]

I absolutely loved the doll! mc one with the brothers and diavolo. Could I ask for the same idea with the rest of the undateables and luke? If it isn't too much though. Thank you very much, don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

I’m glad you enjoyed the first part!! I hope you’re staying safe through this pandemic and that you’re drinking plenty of water. I’m so happy that people liked the Doll!MC scenario so much (it even became one of my top posts and I was NEVER expecting that to happen 😳 click here to read it with the Bros and Diavolo). I got an UR card for Barbatos today and immediately thought back to this scenario cause I was just imagining the different situations with Doll!MC. Hope you enjoy!

Also, Luke’s part is strictly platonic, just FYI!

The Undateables (Minus Diavolo) with Doll!MC

Barbatos

Let me just say, you make this man’s day so much better

Your presence is just so calming for him. You could just be standing there (which is heavily enforced in the kitchen), not doing anything, and he would still be fully relaxed

Definitely loves you being in the kitchen with him, and will find ways to invite you so that you guys can spend time together

“MC, the young master has a tea party planned for this afternoon, and I’m afraid I may need your assistance to help prepare.”

“But Barb, I thought you didn’t want me touching anything-”

“I don’t want you touching anything that can cause you harm. I can easily handle the labor, but I do have a task for you...”

Cue to you sitting perfectly still and taste testing his sweets

“Barb, are you sure that I’m helping you like this? I don’t want to be useless to you!”

“Nonsense, MC. This is perfect. I needed someone with an exceptional palette, and you’re just the right person for me.”

Just you and him, and his sweet creations. What more could he ask for?

Maybe being in a relationship with you, but he is very sure that it’s going to be happening in the near future...and he didn’t even have to use his powers to know that

He stares at you a lot. He can’t help it, he loves to just admire you!

Barbatos is the type of guy where he doesn’t have to rely on words to express his love. His love language is acts of service: packing you lunch and extra sweets every week, giving you recipes that he wouldn’t even share with Luke, and gifting you mini accessories that you can wear with your outfits!

He gave you this adorable three-legged crow holding a cupcake hairpin and you’ve been wearing it ever since

He tries to hide his blush everytime he sees you and now he has to work even harder because of the pin lmao

HAVING YOUR OWN TEA PARTIES WEEKLY

You both have a designated day and time where you don’t plan anything in order to have your own tea parties

No Diavolo, no noisy demon brothers, no other exchange students (sorry Luke). Just you and him, enjoying each other’s company and him basking in your glow

If someone did try to harm you, he would already know of it and properly disposes of the problem. Lord Diavolo can’t afford to have any issues interfering with the exchange program, and he can’t afford to have anything happen to you so...no harm no foul, right?

Please continue to do what you’re doing MC. Stare at him with your bright, doe eyes and give him that lively smile everytime. It makes his day go by much easier, especially since he knows that you’ll still be there, waiting for him with your own desserts and that smile reserved just for him

Simeon

Was convinced that you were an angel

Lowkey still convinced that you’re an angel

Really, you just look so...angelic

Wasn’t upset when you revealed that you were in fact human; he was happy because this meant that he could show you around the Celestial Realm!

Speaking of Celestial Realm, be prepared for Simeon to be your very own personal tour guide everytime. This could be your 50th time up there and he’ll still try to point new things out

“And over here is-”

“Michael’s favorite resting place, since the lilies always seem to bloom whenever he’s around,” you giggled. “I remember Simeon, you tell me this everytime we visit!”

He’s a tad embarrassed

“Forgive me, MC. It seems that I get so elated over the fact that you’re here with me, I tend to repeat some things over.”

“That’s okay! I still have fun with you everytime!”

Oh MC, you’re too adorable!

Which causes him to worry over you. While he knows that the brothers and Diavolo (along with Barbatos) wouldn’t dare cause you any distress, the same couldn’t be said for the other demons lurking around, both in and out of RAD

But not to fear, Simeon your friendly guardian angel is here!

I am so sorry for the rhyme lmao

He may not have been personally assigned to you, but that doesn’t mean he can just let anything happen to you! He’s only doing his heavenly duties in protecting you! He’s also being a good friend by watching over you too, his little lamb

He wouldn’t attack anyone, but if he made a complaint or a very serious concern to the right person (Lucifer or Diavolo), consider the problem handled

You have your own tea time as well, and Luke would join you sometimes. But, every now and then, Luke would have to finish some homework or study, or Barbatos would miraculously call for him at the castle, or if it was just too late and Luke just had to go to sleep, then it would just be you two. Sitting by the fireplace, discussing matters ranging from RAD to your life in the human world, drinking tea that you would take turns preparing

Not to mention the downright dainty little cakes you would bring. One time you brought him angel cakes and he found so lighthearted and precious that he requested you bring them everytime, just for him

May or may not base a character in his new story around you

Simeon wants to shield you from the horrors that are surrounding you both. You’re so pure, he just wants you safe. From the way that you would dress to the way that your eyes would just look so amazed and innocent at him, he just knows that he needs to watch over you, always. The brothers do get a little wary when they see how much time you do spend at Purgatory Hall, but they know that Simeon couldn’t possibly have feelings for you, and you were always so giddy after leaving there, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything

And Simeon knew that he was starting to feel more than he should. He couldn’t profess his love for you now in risk of falling, but he can wait until you get your wings. Just imagining you in your cute little Ceslestial Realm outfit (which he hopes still mimicked your current style) with your very own beaming halo was enough to keep him waiting and to make sure that you stayed on the right path

He deemed that you were worth the wait

Luke

BFFs! BFFs!

When he first saw you he could just cry

Someone innocent like you got sent down here with these monsters?! He had to keep you safe!!!

Simeon thought you were angel and then realized that you were not; Luke thought you were an angel and refused to believe that you weren’t

You didn’t have it in you to burst his bubble so soon, so you just let him run with it until Simon broke the news

It was like telling a kid that Santa Claus wasn’t real; you can only imagine how Luke took the revelation

Not well from what Solomon told you. Simeon kept saying he just needs some time to process things, and you just felt so awful about the whole thing

Which lead to you bringing him so much sweets that it made Beel jealous and very upset

But we all know how Beel can be around food, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. He chased you around all day and you had to use your pact to get him to stop!

And you promised to make him double the sweets in he forgave you so all is well

Luke was still obviously sad, but he wasn’t going to stay sad forever. Especially not after you brought this many sweets just for him!

Lucifer was not a happy demon when Simeon arrived at the HoL’s doorstep with you groaning and clutching your stomach. And Solomon took so many pictures of Luke while he passed out from his sugar high that he dedicated a whole album in his phone to it

Favorite activity to do together: Baking! (Obviously)

Trading recipes, shopping for ingredients together, baking things for each other to try (where really it was just to have double the desserts)

When you two are in the kitchen together, no one else is allowed (except for Simeon, but only if he’s looking and not touching). It’s now MC and Luke time, everybody else is gonna have to wait!

Luke only wants you to do the the activities that he sees as harmless: which is everything that doesn’t include sharp items and anything else that can hurt you

“MC get away from that! That can seriously hurt you! Let me get it for you instead!

“Luke, honey, it’s just an oven it’s not my first time using one-”

Too late, he already took it out of your hands into his own, mitts already on

Speaking of oven mitts

You guys have matching aprons and mitts!!

Barbatos may be a little bit jealous, but he likes the bond that you two have. And he knows that Luke won’t be a romantic rival so he’s alright lol

Luke is your deemed protector/bodyguard, and he proudly wears the title since no one bothers you because of him (or so he thinks). Everyone makes fun of him calling him a chihuahua, but jokes on him, when Luke complains, he complains

Won’t take long for Simeon or even one of the brothers to pick up on his whines complaints if he thinks someone is bothering you

Luke believes that while he’s small, he can protect you and try to keep you free from danger. He may be young, but he sees himself as the older brother out of you both (even though it’s really you being the older sibling and him being the baby). Always looking out for you especially since you’re too fragile to be left alone!

You’re one of the only people that genuinely likes him and don’t make fun of him. You’re dear to him MC, please don’t ever change!

Also, he definitely talks to Michael about you all the time so excitedly and sends him sweets that you both made together. Michael is a proud dad at this point

Solomon

Knew you wasn’t a doll but loved to tease you about being one anyway

Was there a spell that can really turn you into a doll? You wouldn’t mind if he tried it out on you, right MC?

Don’t tempt him please because he WILL do it

“Tell me, MC. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to purchase-”

“No Solomon, you can’t shrink me down to fit me into a dollhouse, no matter how nice it sounds. Besides, I can’t bake in a dollhouse, the oven wouldn’t work!”

“I can fix that.”

You’re very amusing to him for some reason. Was it because of how doll-like you are? The fairytale way that you dressed? How you were still human and was able to live with seven of the most powerful demons and not die? Maybe it’s the way that you still radiated such positivity despite being in literal Hell?

Honestly all of the above

TEACHING HIM HOW TO COOK/BAKE

Poor Solomon doesn’t realize that his cooking isn’t...the best

And you took the best approach in helping him atleast cook something that looks edible

You didn’t say his cooking was disgusting like some people (literally everyone else), so he took that you giving him lessons was a date of sorts

He wasn’t complaining. Your time spent in the kitchen was scenes straight of a romcom (no matter how cheesy it sounds); his arms wrapped around your waist and dotting icing on your pretty nose

May or may not have licked some icing off of you at one point, will definitely do it again

Solomon is a very confident man, borderline arrogant (Oh who am I kidding he IS arrogant). So yes, while people may see you as an easy target, he’s here to remind them that you’re not. And that if they want to try, chances are they won’t be walking away in one piece

He’s powerful, too powerful in fact. He may not be the strongest physically, but if even the entire student council recognizes his knowledge and what he’s capable of, no one should be dumb enough to test him (keyword: try)

But he wouldn’t mind showing off if it’s for you

You’re one of the only beings to ever peak Solomon’s interest genuinely. Yes, he loved to tease and bug you whenever he pleased, but you also made him want to come around you more and more. He was drawn to you, and that doesn’t happen a lot with him (at least without ulterior motives)

*coughcough* making pacts *coughcough*

You were the only thing that made Solomon feel weak, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still The Greatest Sorcerer, but he couldn’t help but feel himself get weak in the knees when you gazed at him with so much sincerity. He loves it and loves you

Once your back in the human world, he’s going to be so selfish with you. I mean, he already kinda was now, but this time there won’t be any interruptions or distractions around to take your attention

Us humans have to stick together, and what better way to stick together than to be together, wouldn’t you say MC?

[satorinni]

𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕖

track 20: spawnpoint

Kenma has never been much of a ladies man. Well, that’s how he’s always envisioned himself. Actually, that’s how he still envisions himself. His rise to fame and security lead to a lot of new women interested in his life, but he’d never pay them much mind. He’s always thought himself above the idea of love. He had everything he needed, so to speak. So what more could he possibly want?

You, on the other hand, believed a little differently. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in love, just that you didn’t have time for it. Between school & life, going on dinner dates and spending every waking moment with someone else seemed a little time consuming. It sounded a little selfish, but you always had to come first. Even before your friends and family, you were determined to succeed and be the best you could be. Never in a million years did you expect to be here. 

Literally, actually. 

At the time, the carnival seemed like a really good idea. You had never been on a ferris wheel before, and an elephant ear sounded so good. But it seemed you and Kenma underestimated his fame, just a little bit. 

A bunch of people started recognizing him, not just from his streams, but for being the owner of a gaming corporation? The only escape was on the ferris wheel, which wasn’t that bad, but a blonde kid & his girlfriend in the cart next to yours were making out the whole time. Awkward. Plus, turns out, Kenma has a slight fear of heights. Which wasn’t that bad, for you at least. Gave you an excuse to hold his hand the whole time. After the sun started to set you began walking to a nearby park to watch the carnival fireworks. 

“You know I tried baking this stuff one time.” You gestured down to the slice of apple pie you were eating. Kenma looked over at you as you both continued walking. 

“How’d that go?” He raised an eyebrow in interest, still looking at you.

“Actually, that’s where I got this.” You lifted your arm to show a burn scar on your lower forearm. “Always wear oven mitts when handling hot pastries.” 

Kenma sees this and busts out laughing. “Duly noted, genius. Remind me to never ask you to cook for me.” 

You nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes. “Oh, whatever, hot shot. At least I don’t set pasta on fire like your boyfriend.” You spoon a piece of the pie and gesture for Kenma to take it. 

“Shut up.” He tries to hide his smile by biting down on your spoon. You yank at it which causes apple pieces to go flying onto the sidewalk. You & Kenma burst into giggles, completely disregarding the families & couples lounging in the grass.

You walk over to the nearest garbage bin to rid of your trash, wiping your hands off on your skirt. Turning around, Kenma’s eyes are on you, smirking.

“Please Kenma, I know I’m hot, but refrain from eye-fucking me. There are children around.” You grin at his flustered appearance, placing yourself back at his side. 

“Would you rather I actually fuck you?” He snorts out, devilish look gracing his feature. 

“Kenma!” Now it was your turn to wear the flustered expression. It was already dark, the stars out to stay hello. Everyone littered in the grass staring up into the sky, waiting for the show to go on. You stop walking, somewhere near the front of the park. Kenma stops as well, facing you. If it had still been light outside, you’d be blocking everyone's view of the carnival and light show. Thankfully, aside from the ferris wheel lights, it was dark enough so you were out of view from most of the bystanders. 

Kenma’s staring at you with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights, if you will.

“What?” You tilt your head in curiosity. Highschool you would’ve freaked out by now, your insecurities back then ate away at you. Made it real difficult to create long lasting relationships. You probably would’ve overanalyzed everything, especially with the way he was looking at you right now. You probably would’ve overthought every action and conversation you guys have had. 

But now? You gained a lot more confidence. You had stability. You had you. Surprisingly, that was enough. But it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in one, Kenma Kozume. 

“Kenma? Don’t go mute on me again.” You smile softly at the furrow of his brows. You could tell he was just trying to figure out what to say. 

“Sorry, I just-” He huffs out a breath of annoyance. He takes a deep breath and tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear. He looks to his left at all the people lying in the grass. It’s obvious he’s nervous by the way he glances at his feet one too many times. He looks back at you, visibly trying to calm himself down. “I’ve never been good at talking to people. Or being around them in general? I mean, it’s gotten better over the years, I can actually accomplish basic tasks now. But sometimes I still get overwhelmed, you know?”

You knowingly nod your head, letting him continue. 

“But that day I brought you your wallet? I don’t know why I couldn’t say anything. I just couldn’t think of anything worthy enough to say to you. It was like-” Your laugh stops him.

You ask, fascinated. “Worthy? Who do you think I am? A princess?” Your wide eyes and huge smile makes him take another deep breath. 

He looks away in embarrassment and mumbles, “I mean, might as well be.” He turns back to you. “Can I finish first?”

Your smile gets impossibly bigger as you nod slowly.

“Okay. Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. You make my brain feel like jelly, y/n. Which is saying something because I’ve gone 72 hours without sleeping before. And it’s just? You make me crazy? That doesn’t even make sense!” He’s talking with his hands now, and his voice is gradually growing louder & louder. 

“I make you crazy?” You raise your voice right back. You’re laughing uncontrollably now. Never did you think someone could see you like he does.

“Yes!” He practically yells, hands on his head in exasperation. Despite his obvious dilemma, he’s smiling too. 

You giggle some more and pull his hands off his head. You slip your hands down his cheeks and hold his face in your hands. 

“If it’s any consolation, you make me crazy, too.” His hands are on your hips now, pulling you close, closer, closer. 

“It’s cheesy, but I’ve never-” He’s cut off by loud chanting. The fireworks are about to go off. He looks left into the grass, towards the people staring at the sky in amazement. You look left as well, towards the fair. They’re counting down, you don’t even notice you started whispering along with them. 

Then, they’re off. Brilliant reds and yellows. Synchronously, you and Kenma turn back towards each other. You grin and, hands still on his face, pull him in. He tastes like apples. 

More fireworks go off and you can feel him smiling against your lips. His arms are around your waist. Yours have found their way around his neck. Something straight out of a movie. People are cheering. You both know it’s for the show, but it doesn’t hurt to believe they’re for you. 

Never in a million years did you think you’d be here, kissing one, Kenma Kozume, under the fireworks & stars, in front of dozens of people. Cheesy how life works out, huh?

It feels like heaven forever until you finally pull apart. The fireworks are over, but people are still cheering. Except, they’re saying your names. You both turn, squinting towards the noise. Sitting to the far right is a group of guys. Familiar faces. One with glasses & black hair pulling at the shirt of another one. Grey hair & yellow eyes, you know him. He’s yelling, barely audible. The one to the right of him has messy black hair, like he just got out of bed. That one you definitely know. You turn back to Kenma.

“You didn’t tell me the guys were gonna be here.” You smile at Kenma, who didn’t know the guys were gonna be there. Bokuto is about to stand, to walk over to you guys, you think. 

Kenma grabs your hand and pulls you the opposite direction. You’re both running down the grass, giggling like maniacs. Families are staring in confusion and annoyance. You’re too happy to care. You stop at a tree closer to the city. You plop down underneath it, the grass soft under your thighs. 

Kenma lays perpendicular to you, head in your lap. You look down at him, hand in his hair. 

“You know, you didn’t finish what you were saying back there. Like, before we made out in front of your friends. And a bunch of random people.” You’re just teasing, testing to see if the blush on his face is from sprinting or from you. Probably both. 

“Shut up, I was just gonna say I think I like you.” He turns his head towards your body, so he isn’t looking up at you.

“You think? Huh, that’s not very reassuring.” You make a face of ponderance and raise an eyebrow. 

“Okay, okay. I very much do like you, stupid.” He crosses his arms. He’s pouting, it’s cute.

“Yeah, I already knew. Actually, I’ve known for a while.” He sits up abruptly while you take special interest in the grass beneath you. 

“What do you mean you’ve known for a while? How?” He leans towards you.

“Because I know everything, Kozume.” You pinch his nose. Just as he’s about to protest, you kiss him again. He relaxes, hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other holds himself steady. You pull away, looking up. 

“This is our tree now.” You look back down and smile at him. 

Without missing a beat, he smiles right back. “Yeah? Okay.” He gives you a chaste kiss, before speaking again. “Our spawn point.” You roll your eyes at his laughter.

“Whatever, dork.” You push at his forehead, he’s still laughing. 

You didn’t know it then, but Kenma never forgot about it. It really was your spawn point. Where he asked you to be his girlfriend. Where you celebrated every huge milestone, for either of you. Where you spent every anniversary. 

And after 5 years, it was the same spot where he finally, finally, asked you to marry him. 

Cheesy, right?

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: kozume kenma x medstudent!f!reader

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𝕒/𝕟: ig that ab wraps it up then? aside from the epilogue lol,,, i rlly rlly loved this smau i think cs i love kenma and i heavily enjoyed writing it, so ty all for reading n stay tuned for my next one:)

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Omg Ik I write to a lot and your prob sick of but I just got this great idea for a Charlie/Owen fluff+smut. So your having dinner with the guy at your place and your end up talking about how you’ve never had a prom and then he puts on Can I Have This Dance from HSM3 and you dance around the room with him. When the song ends you kiss and he says something smooth about what people do AFTER prom and he treats you to unforgettable ***. I think this is a more Charlie thing to do, works for Owen too.

Can I Have This Dance? (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so I finished this one a while ago but I always like the have the request in front of it ready before I start working on the next! Also I really want to change the cover of my JATP Imagine Book on Wattpad but I've realized that my editing skills are now complete shit since I haven't edited something in so long. I just don't know what to do. And yeah I hope you enjoy this one!!

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I quickly rushed around the kitchen attempting to keep the food from burning while still trying to finish getting ready for my date tonight with non other than Charlie Gillespie.

We started seeing each other a few months ago after Soyon, my fashion mentor introduced us.

She informed me that I'd be working with the cast on set everyday to do mainly touch up in their outfits, it was only a matter of time before Charlie and I sparked up a small romance on the side.

It started with the flirtatious comments while Soyon and I dressed him up as his character, Luke.

Then it quickly turned into the small appreciation notes he'd leave in his characters clothing for me to find later.

And now here I was 4 months later cooking dinner for him in my apartment in Vancouver who I fortunately shared with Tori Caro, one of the assistant choreographers.

She was one of the few people that knew about Charlie and I.

So this evening she was spending it with Savannah probably watching movies.

I frustratedly groaned hearing the door knock.

Immediately rushing to remove the apron from my body and throw on my pair of pumps laying by the door.

I ran my fingers through my hair one last time before opening the door to see the brunette standing there in a tuxedo with a bouquet of flowers at hand.

"Hello gorgeous" He smirked sticking his hand out.

"Hello Charlie" I replied taking the bouquet out of his hands.

"They're beautiful" I smiled moving aside so he could enter.

"Not more beautiful than you"

"Your so cheesy"

"Eh what can I say. You bring it out of me" He spoke making me giggle.

"So what are we having for dinner?" As if on cue the alarm went off....But not the one I was expecting.

I quickly dashed toward the kitchen where the noise was coming from.

"Oh crap" I muttered rushing towards the problem nearly tripping on my own two feet.

My eyes widened as black smoke arose from the oven.

Quickly opening the oven door to air it out with a nearby oven mitt.

"We we're gonna have lasagna. That went to shit" I sighed looking up to see Charlie already popping open some windows while I turned off the fire alarm.

"Awww baby" Charlie chuckled walking over to me immediately pulling me into a warm hug.

"I have Chinese on the way" He muttered pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Really? I've fucked up dinner that many times" I internally groaned.

"No, no"

"Don't lie to me Charles"

"Yes" He gave in.

Placing his hand under my chin, titling it upwards to look him in the eyes.

"But that doesn't mean we're gonna let tonight go to waste. How about you go change into some sweats, I go get some extra clothes from my car, and we can put on High School Musical?"

"You'd watch that for me"

"I'm watching it for me" He joked making me giggle.

"Fair enough" I spoke with a tight lip smile as he pulled me in for one last hug.

"I'll learn to cook one day, I promise" I mumbled into his chest.

"I know beautiful. I'll meet you on the couch in 10" He said pecking my lips one last time.

"Okay but could you imagine waking up to that everyday" I exasperatedly spoke pointing at Troy Bolton.

"It can't be better to waking up to this" Charlie grinned flexing his arms.

"Oh no. Nothings better than that. But you gotta admit that mans a god"

"I don't appreciate you talking about my competition like that"

"Zac Efron is your competition?"

"Well now he is"

"I wonder if Kenny still has his number after all these years" I teased the boy before taking another bite out of my egg roll.

Watching as Charlie playfully rolled his eyes.

"Doubt it"

"I guess it's best"

"It really is" Charlie agreed.

"You know I'm only joking" I said taking his hand from across the coffee table.

Pausing the tv to get a good look at his face.

"I know. I just can't help but think if he asked you out on a date while your with me you'd say yes"

"The only thing I would've said yes to that man is if he had asked me to prom 2 years ago. Long before I met you. Maybe I wouldn't have spent that night watching 17 again" I joked making him chuckle.

"You didn't go to prom?" He asked a frown forming on his face.

"Nope. I wasn't very social in high school so I saw no point in it"

"You never told me that"

"Well now you know I guess" I spoke taking a sip of my drink.

Watching as Charlie stood up from his spot in the ground.

"Where are you going? The movies not over. I promise I won't drool over Zac anymore" I swore gazing up at him.

"T-that's not my problem here" He stuttered taking his phone, beginning to click away.

My brows furrowed in confusion as my smart tv began to cast something from an unknown device.

My heart fluttering as a familiar song began to play.

"Seriously?" I questioned watching a grin form on his face.

"Seriously" He confirmed for me.

Making me throw my head back in laughter.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked sticking his hand out for me.

"Yes" I smiled as he helped me to my feet.

I sighed contently as Charlie he wrapped his arms around my waist. My own flying around his neck.

The two of us now swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

"I missed you" He whispered gazing into my eyes.

"You saw me yesterday. I helped you get dressed"

"Well then I think it's fair that I help you get undressed" He replied playing with the strap of my cami.

"Smooth" I mumbled placing a quick peck to his lips.

"But I don't see how that's fair. I mean it's my job to dress you and undress you" I bit my lip running my hand down his arm. Intertwining our fingers at the end.

"Well I just want to give you the full prom experience. And you know what happens after prom"

"Tacos?"

"Definitely not tacos" He smirked pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

He was quick to deepen it.

The Chinese takeout on the coffee table long forgotten as we got lost in each other presence.

I let out a huff as he pushed me backwards onto the couch. Our lips fighting for dominance.

He groaned straddling my body beneath him.

Quickly yanking his shirt off his body to expose his beautiful toned torso.

I quickly him back towards me.

Our lips colliding once more as his hands ran up my shirt.

"Take it off" I mumbled against his lips pulling away for a split second to rip off not only my top but the last piece of fabric separating our bare chest.

I let out a breath of relief as Charlie began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck until settling on a spot.

His body grinding into mine, only turning me on even more.

We heavily made out as I toyed with the waistband of his grey sweats and the boxers under them.

Earning a desperate moan from the brunette.

I swiftly pushed down the fabrics allowing his dick to spring free.

He let out a whine as I grabbed the base of his length pumping it a couple of times, watching him become puddy in my own hands.

"I won't last long if you keep doing that" He panted. My hand stopping it's motions right away.

I sat up right pushing off my own sweats and panties before Charlie pushed me back onto the couch connecting his lips with mine.

"Charlie please" I begged opening my legs widely allowing him to position himself at my entrance.

I gasped in surprise as he pushed himself into me without another word.

Instantly his hips began to rock back and forth into me.

My head fell back pleasure as he thrusted into me.

Using his hand to push my leg up for more leverage.

His name fell from my lips repeatedly as he hit my g-spot.

My fingers entangling themselves in his hair as he picked up his speed.

I moaned louder as he began to rub my clit. My orgasm nearing as I felt a familiar pit forming in my stomach.

"I'm gonna-"

"Me too" He cut me off.

My orgasm washed over me. Charlie's coming seconds after.

Moans escaped his lips as he spilled into me before slowly coming to a halt.

We laid there for a moment taking in everything that had just happened. Charlie laying stilled on top of me. My fingers coming up to comb themselves through his now messy hair.

"That was-"

"Amazing" He interrupted me.

"It really"

"Was"

I grinned looking down at him to see his focus already on me. A huge smile plastered on his face.

"This was a big step in our relationship" He stated.

"I know"

"And I don't want to sound cliche" He continued. My eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Where are you going with this Charles?"

"I-I think I'm falling in love with you" My heart leaped as he sat up. Evidently pulling out of me as well.

"Me too" I whispered pulling him back to my lips once more.

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Up Next: Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Sunset Curve x Reader

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just practice - chapter thirteen

here’s it is! it’s a shorter chapter, but i hope to have chapter fourteen up within two weeks, so be on the look out for that! if you enjoyed the chapter, reblogs are greatly appreciated! it helps make the effort needed to write the chapters feel worth it! 

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Takashi’s Batting Cage was a quaint, almost run down affair not far from Seneca Falls. The building was owned and maintained by an old Japanese man that had immigrated in the late sixties, and there was something about the place that made it feel like it was frozen in time. The walls were plastered vintage, hand-painted posters of bands like The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Cream, and The Shadows. Mr. Takashi himself often sat near the entrance with a cigarette hanging between his lips, polishing the wooden baseball bats that he had carved.

Behind him, there were two kiosks, one where you paid for rounds in the batting cage, and another where you could buy hotdogs made by Mr. Takashi’s wife, sold cheaply at a buck fifty. All you got was a bun, hotdog, minced onions, and a drizzle of mustard and ketchup, but Reyna had assured Annabeth that they were nothing short of life-changing.

The kiosks themselves faced a huge chain link fence that housed three pitching machines that whirred like projector reels. The fence was painted green and touching it was enough for the paint to flake onto your fingers.

To a newcomer, it didn’t make for a particularly impressive sight, but there was a warmth and coziness to the place that could only be experienced firsthand. Over the years, the batting cages had developed a devout following as a spot where anyone could go to have a good time. Spending even a few minutes there was enough to leave the impression that the place was well and truly loved, like an old baseball mitt.

Annabeth had never heard of the place until Reyna had suggested they hang out there the Saturday after Percy’s swim meet. She was therefore surprised to see the number of cars parked outside, although she suspected that that might also have had to do with the weather calming down some. Reyna was already waiting for her inside when Annabeth entered, leaning against the wall.

Once she spotted her, Reyna offered Annabeth a smile and said, “Hey, thanks for making the drive.”

“It was no big deal,” Annabeth said, unwrapping her scarf. “I couldn’t help being curious after how enthusiastic you sounded about the place.”

Reyna raised an eyebrow and her smile widened. “Oh boy, the pressure is on now, huh?”

“Just a little,” Annabeth said, grinning.

“Ooh, scary,” Reyna said. “C’mon, lets head inside.”

Annabeth nodded and followed Reyna to the first kiosk. There were families using two of the pitching machines, but thankfully they would have the third to themselves. A wooden sign was bolted to the kiosk, informing her that it was three dollars for five pitches. Reyna mulled it over for a short while before handing fifteen dollars over to the clerk and looking at Annabeth.

“I think we can start with that much and see how you like it,” Reyna said, shrugging.

Annabeth nodded and took a helmet from the clerk behind the kiosk before heading inside the cage with Reyna. They slipped off their jackets and set them aside on top of wooden bench that sat against the fence. The astroturf inside the cage was an oddly modern touch that felt anachronistic when juxtaposed with the otherwise retro atmosphere, but Annabeth didn’t have long to dwell on it because she was forced to move off to the side for Reyna’s first round on the machines.

Reyna slipped on her helmet and took a few practice swings before she stepped up to the plate and nodded to the assistant operating the pitching machine. The machine whirred on the far side of the fence and shot a ball towards them at incredible speed. Annabeth could barely even see the ball, but Reyna waited for the right moment and swung, making perfect contact. The ball cracked off the bat and sailed across the cage.

Annabeth focused more on the second pitch so that she wouldn’t make an ass of herself when it came for her to try as well. It was still almost faster than she could register, but even Reyna missed this time, which made her scowl. Although Reyna hit the three remaining pitches, she still looked peeved when she handed Annabeth bat at the end of her turn.

As she moved towards the plate, Annabeth couldn’t help feeling like she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of hitting a single ball. Her suspicions were confirmed when the first ball fired past her before she even had a chance to react. The second one was no better, but she could at least make out the course of the ball. She managed to swing on the third and fourth pitches, but she didn’t make any contact. It was on the final fifth ball that she grazed the ball with her bat, sending it shooting upwards into the fence.

She ignored the way her face burned and turned to Reyna with a wry smile. “I think I’m gonna need you to give me some tips.”

“Your form could use some work,” Reyna admitted, stepping towards Annabeth.

Reyna put her hands on Annabeth’s hips and turned her slightly. “Angle your hips like this. Turn your shoulders a bit more this way. Move your left hand a little further down the bat.”

Annabeth couldn’t help feeling flustered by how casually Reyna was shifting her around. She was exactly the most touchy-feely person. She was only comfortable with it when it was someone she knew really well, but she was surprised to realize she was far less uncomfortable with Reyna than she thought she would have been. Still, she couldn’t help wondering if Reyna was aware of what she was doing.

“Do another round. I’ll go after you,” Reyna said, stepping back.

Annabeht cleared her throat and nodded before turning towards the pitching machines again. She grazed the first ball again and missed the second one entirely. On the third pitch, she finally managed to make contact, but the ball didn’t travel very far. The fourth and fifth pitches traveled further each time, but they didn’t pop off the bat the way they had when Reyna hit them.

She paid even closer to attention to Reyna during her turn to pick up on what she was doing that Annabeth wasn’t. Reyna missed the first pitch but hit the four subsequent ones. Each one shot farther and farther across the batting cage, soaring higher and higher, almost like she aiming for something. It was then that Annabeth noticed that there was a wooden target tied near the top of the cage. Although Reyna was still off the mark by some ways, she got progressively closer and closer with each attempt.

Nevertheless, Reyna still failed to hit the target once over the course of the next half-hour, which was presumably why she suggested taking a break to get some hotdogs. Annabeth was more than open to the offer, albeit for different reasons. Although she was improving, she still wasn’t anywhere near consistent enough to hit the ball properly more than once or twice a round, and it was beginning to get frustrating.

Once they bought a pair of hotdogs, they sat down at a table facing the fence and watched the other families play while they ate. Annabeth wasn’t really a huge fan of hotdogs, but she had to admit that Reyna had been true to her word.

After her first, she turned to Reyna and said, “Okay, this is stupid good for a dollar fifty.”

Reyna gave her a knowing look and grinned. “I know right?”

“I’ve never heard of this place before,” Annabeth said. “How did you come across it?”

“I heard about someone at school talking about it, so I figured I’d check it out sometime. Seemed like a good way to let off some steam,” Reyna said, taking another bite.

“I don’t if it’s just because this was my first time at a batting cage, but this is a lot harder than it looks.”

Reyna laughed. “That’s because the machines here are faster than at other places. You’re doing really well for your first time, though.”

“You didn’t have nearly as much trouble,” Annabeth noted.

Reyna shrugged and said, “I’ve been coming here for years now. I barely got any hits my first time around either. You’re doing better than I did then for sure.”

Annabeth chased some ketchup threatening to drip off her hotdog. “That would be enough to turn most people off from trying again.”

“It rubs me the wrong way to be shitty at something.”

“A friend of mine who said he went to summer camp with you said you weren’t bad at anything,” Annabeth said, smiling.

“Really? Who?”

“Jason Grace.”

Reyna’s eyes widened in recognition. “Oh, I remember him. Nice guy. Almost thought I had a crush on him, but that was before I realized I wasn’t straight.”

Well, that was news to her. Annabeth raised an eyebrow and tried to stifle a smirk. “Really?”

Reyna’s face turned a gentle shade of pink, which made Annabeth’s grin widen. “I was like thirteen, okay?”

“I’m not judging or anything,” Annabeth said innocently. “Just thought it was interesting.”

“That shit-eating grin on your face says otherwise,” Reyna grumbled.

“It’s okay, we were all cringe at thirteen.”

Reyna snorted. “Cringe is a good word to describe it, even if it’s mean.”

Annabeth waved her freehand dismissively. “What Jason doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, he’s got a hot girlfriend now anyways.”

Reyna gave her a sidelong glance. “Are you sure you’re straight?”

“What was it you said last time? ‘I might be gay, but I still have eyes?’” Annabeth said. “Same thing, except other way around. Besides, jury’s still out on the topic of my sexuality.”

“Fair play, I guess,” Reyna rolled her eyes. “Speaking of last time, how are things with your fake-boyfriend going?”

Annabeth picked at the onions on her hotdog and said, “You are awfully interested in him despite hating his guts.”

“I don’t hate him,” Reyna protested.

“Thinking he has bad vibes is pretty much the same thing.”

“You’re doing a rather poor job not answering the question. Sounds like something must have happened,” Reyna said suspiciously.

Annabeth sighed and resigned herself to telling Reyna what had happened on New Years and subsequently at the swim meet. Despite her initial reticence, it was honestly refreshing to be open with someone about the whole fake dating arrangement, just like it had the last time they had talked. The main thing that had been bugging Annabeth recently had been how during the aftermath of the swim meet, she’d come face to face with the realization that she had actually been totally okay with the idea of Percy kissing her. More than okay, actually.

I could have stopped the kiss at literally any point if I hadn’t wanted it to happen. It was just as much my decision as it was yours, okay?

Those angry words of hers had kept echoing in her mind at random intervals almost every day. The fact that she had basically implied that she had wanted Percy to kiss her was an epiphany that she still struggled to make sense of. On the surface, she didn’t feel any differently about Percy, but it was the only explanation for why she had felt so disappointed on New Year’s Eve.

“That means I like him, right?” Annabeth asked aloud.

“Babe, you wanted to kiss him so bad you felt disappointed when it didn’t happen.”

Annabeth’s cheeks began to prickle. “I know jack shit about romance and relationships, so excuse me for not knowing.”

Reyna snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “This kind of goes beyond not knowing. It’s honestly kind of mind-boggling to me that you’re struggling so much with the idea that you might have a crush on someone.”

Annabeth pursed her lips and said, “I’ve been thinking the same thing too, lately. It seems like it’s natural for everyone else, but it feels so weird to me.”

“At one point, I thought that you were aromantic or something, but I get the vibe that it’s something else. Like, you dissect your emotions so clinically that you abstract them and save yourself from feeling them,” Reyna said.

Annabeth laughed despite herself. “Holy shit, that sounds exactly like what a therapist would say.”

“Fuck off,” Reyna said, bumping her with her shoulder.

Annabeth bit back a smile and said, “Not sure I totally understood you, but you’re sorta right. Only thing is, I feel all my other emotions normally. Just not this stuff.”

Reyna thought for a moment and said, “I don’t know, this is just me talking out my ass, but maybe you have some baggage about romantic relationships or something.

“If that’s you talking out your ass, you’re gonna make me feel real stupid,” Annabeth joked.

Reyna screwed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples. “I take back what I said about having a crush on you. Dealing with this level of sass gives me a fucking headache.”

“I’m sorry,” Annabeth said, holding back a laugh. “I’m usually the one getting bullied, so I couldn’t resist the opportunity. I promise I’ll try to stop.”

Reyna rolled her eyes and looked thoroughly unconvinced, so Annabeth leaned into her and said, “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? When I see you at the Olympics someday, I wanna be able to brag to people that you once thought I was hot.”

“Don’t try and flatter yourself out of this,” Reyna snorted.

“I’m not,” Annabeth protested. “I could totally see you at the Olympics someday.”

At this, Reyna was oddly quiet. Annabeth thought she had touched a nerve, but Reyna looked up at her demurely and said, “You really think so?”

Annabeth blinked. “Yeah, I do.”

A shy smile made its way across Reyna’s face. “Thanks, Annabeth. It’s always been a dream of mine to compete in them someday, so it means a lot to hear you say that.”

“I have full faith in you,” Annabeth said earnestly. “I’m sure you can do it.”

Reyna laughed and said, “What ever happened to wanting to beat me at a meet?”

“Oh don’t worry, you can still be an Olympian after I kick your ass at State,” Annabeth said casually.

Reyna raised an eyebrow, her eyes darkening. “Is that so?”

Annabeth coughed surreptitiously and turned to finish her hotdog. Reyna bit back a smile but otherwise chose to spare her by not pursuing the topic any further. The silence gave Annabeth time to collect her thoughts and dwell more on what Reyna had said. There was a lot to process, but one thing in particular had struck a chord with her.

“About what you said earlier, about me having baggage about romance and stuff,” Annabeth began slowly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like being in a relationship was something meant for me. Not sure if I told you, but my mom left my dad and I when I was still a kid. She never explained why, but it really wrecked the both of us. Eventually, my dad remarried and moved on, but I don’t think I ever did. Move on, I mean. It’s hard for me to think about getting into a relationship when I saw what it did to my family, what it did to me,” Annabeth continued.

Reyna pressed her lips in a line and nodded. “My mom left our family too. I can understand how that would really affect your views on romantic relationships.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry to hear that.”

Reyna shrugged. “She had a good reason for it, so it’s whatever.”

She was tempted to ask Reyna more about it, but she was afraid of overstepping her bounds so she remained silent.

“I don’t know if it’s something I never wanted or if it’s something that I never allowed myself to want,” Annabeth said quietly.

Reyna was silent for a while before she said, “Does that even matter though?”

Annabeth looked at her with a frown. “What do you mean?”

“Do you really get any value out of getting an answer to that question? Isn’t the only thing that matters what you want now?”

There was a pause. “I don’t want something that isn’t meant to last.”

“You have no way of knowing unless you give it a shot,” Reyna said softly. “Besides, what have you got to lose?”

“Everything.” Annabeth dug her fingernails into her palms. “I could lose everything. Percy is too important to me. I- I can’t lose him.”

Reyna was silent for a while before she said, “I don’t have any advice for you. I think, at the end of the day, it comes down to what you want and what you’re willing to risk for it. Only you can answer that.”

Annabeth nodded slowly and said, “Yeah. You’re right. I just wish it were easier.”

“Something tells me you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out,” Reyna said. “Besides, if all else fails, we can come here and you can hit baseballs as hard as you fucking can to get it out of your system.”

That managed to get a laugh out of her. “I might have to take you up on that sometime.”

Reyna opened her mouth to say something more, but then she looked past Annabeth’s shoulder and smirked. “Speaking of the devil.”

When Annabeth followed Reyna’s line of sight, she saw Percy standing by the entrance by three of his teammates from the swim team. One of that had said something that made him laugh, so he still hadn’t noticed her. She wasn’t sure how to feel about seeing him here, but she didn’t have long to dwell on it because one of his teammates spotted her and nudged Percy to get his attention.

Percy smiled once he saw her and gave her a small wave. At first, it didn’t seem like he would come over, but his teammates shoved him towards her, making him scowl.

He walked over and said, “Hey, fancy seeing you here.”

Annabeth cleared her throat and said, “Um, yeah, likewise. Reyna invited me here to hangout.”

Percy nodded to Reyna in greeting and said, “Hi, forgot if I ever introduced myself, but I’m Percy.”

Reyna offered him her hand and said, “Reyna. Annabeth here has told me a lot about you.”

He shook it with a bemused smile. “Only good things I hope?”

A sly smile danced on Reyna’s lips. “All sorts of good things actually.”

Percy’s questioning gaze flitted to Annabeth’s for a fraction of a second before immediately returning to Reyna. Though the way they spoke was casual, Annabeth felt a charged tension in the air, like anytime the two of them met. She assumed Percy was only going to make things worse until he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I, um, wanted to apologize for how standoffish I acted the last few times we met. It was a dick move, and I’m sorry about that,” he said.

Reyna blinked in surprise. “Oh, no worries. I wasn’t much better either.”

And just like that, the tension dissipated almost immediately. The two of them still looked awkward around each other, but the vague sense of hostility between them had faded. Percy’s apology had been enough of a metaphorical olive branch, Annabeth supposed.

“I know you came here with some friends, but do you want to try going a round or two in the cages with me?” Reyna asked suddenly.

Percy swayed on his heels. “Um.”

Reyna shrugged and said, “Just some friendly competition, promise.”

Percy looked to Annabeth for guidance, but Annabeth was just as clueless about Reyna’s motives as he was so she could only shrug. He mulled over it for a little while longer before nodding and following Reyna inside the batting cage. Before she joined them, Annabeth threw away the left overs of her hotdog and washed her hands to get the ketchup off her fingers. When she returned, Reyna finished slipping on her helmet and turned to Percy.

“We’ll do three rounds each, so fifteen pitches total. The person that hits that wooden target over there the most or gets closest to hitting it wins. Deal?” Reyna explained.

Percy nodded and leaned against the fence, next to the bench where Annabeth sat. They watched Reyna hit four of the first five pitches before it was Percy’s turn. Percy missed the first two pitches and only barely grazed the third one, sending it shooting upwards into the fence. He got decent hits on the last two, but like Annabeth, they barely traveled further than halfway across the batting cage.

Reyna hit four pitches again, and the last three sailed close to the target but fell just short. Percy’s next turn went much like his first. He managed to hit the ball each time, but the contact was too shaky to send it a decent distance. On Reyna’s last turn, she hit every single pitch, each getting closer to the target than the last, but in the end she didn’t manage to hit it. Reyna scowled when she stepped away from the plate and removed her helmet. Annabeth didn’t see why she was so upset. Judging by the previous rounds, it would be very unlikely for Percy to do any better than her.

Percy got good contact on the first three pitches, actually sending them all the way to the back fence, but they lacked the height needed to reach the target. On the fourth pitch, Percy’s grip on the bat slipped, causing it fly out of his hands instead of hitting the ball. His face was grim before the final pitch, but Annabeth could see that there were still traces of hope burning in his eyes. He had been subtly altering each of his swings in the last round, like he was testing something.

The pitching machine launched the last ball towards him, and Percy waited for the right moment before swinging. The ball exploded off his bat and shot all the way to the other side of the cage. Annabeth stood up from the bench and held her breath, watching the arcing trajectory of the ball. When the ball hit the target, barely off center, she grinned and threw an arm around him without thinking.

“Holy shit! You actually did it!” Annabeth beamed.

“Somehow,” Percy said, grinning. “I’m pretty sure that I just got lucky.”

When Reyna cleared her throat, Annabeth grew aware of how close she was to Percy, so she quickly disentangled herself from him, her face burning.

“You won, fair and square,” Reyna said, offering her hand again.

Percy turned to her and shook her hand. “I’m just glad I didn’t totally embarrass myself.”

Reyna rolled her eyes and said, “If anyone embarrassed themselves today, it was me. That was the second time I’ve lost to you.”

Percy furrowed his brow. “Second? There was another time?”

Reyna hummed under her breath, a twinkle in her eye. “I wonder.”

That did nothing to clear his confusion, but it was clear Reyna wasn’t going to elaborate so he didn’t press the issue. It was clear to Annabeth that Reyna was messing with him, but it didn’t seem malicious enough to make her angry. Still, she wished she knew what was going through Reyna’s head.

One of Percy’s teammates called out to him from the rental kiosk, so Percy thanked Reyna for the game and said goodbye to Annabeth before he left. Annabeth waved to him and watched him leave before she turned to Reyna with a frown.

“What was all that about?”

Reyna shrugged. “Nothing.”

“It was super obvious that you were messing with him,” Annabeth said, narrowing her eyes.

“Only a little bit,” Reyna said, smiling. “Don’t worry, it was just for shits and giggles.”

Annabeth pursed her lips. “Well, as long as you weren’t doing it to be mean, I guess it’s fine.”

“It’s nothing to get working up about,” Reyna laughed. “How do you feel about going another round?”

It was a poorly disguised attempt to change to the conversation, but Annabeth didn’t feel like pursuing the topic any further, so she sighed and said, “Sure, why not. About time I get my ass kicked again.”

[belpheroo]

Title: Fear & Loving in Devildom, Part 1 Pairing: Belphegor x MC Rating: 🍋 Summary: Belphie is guilt-ridden, but also horny. Funny how often those two things coincide when you catch feels for the girl you killed. Notes: Another sequel to A “maybe” and On the Way to a “Yes”. Why do all my mature fics have pictures? No idea. But enjoy this edit of Belphie with an “o” blush. This... is basically a pwp at this point.

In hindsight, perhaps the kiss was ill-advised.

This was the first thought that slipped through Belphegor’s mind when he woke up, a human girl asleep in his bed, wrapped up tightly in blankets to keep her roaming hands at bay. Having to result to bunting in this day and age was truly incredible, but so was this girl’s intense desire to get him out of his clothes.

This. This was his punishment. His personally designed hell within Hell.

That is what he told himself as he lay, aching and wanting underneath her just the night before. He’d even risked touching her as she did him, over her clothes, but still enough to make his body respond and thrum with heat. She had gotten her hand down between them, palming him through his pants before he managed to tear her hands away and roll over to recover, half curled in on himself and groaning with frustration.

Just take me, she had said. Brazen, foolish, irresponsible human. She had no idea what that meant when spoken to a demon. He couldn’t be his own self-control and hers!

Instead, she ended up straight jacketed into a fluffy blanket and he counted backwards from 5000 until his body calmed and he felt sleepy again instead of wired and awake.

Like he said. Hell.

—

Of all the people who had to understand humans in… this matter, Asmo was Belphegor’s only hope. He caught his brother between RAD classes and he was all too happy to take in the gossip.

“There is this… student.” Belphegor began carefully.

“Hmm?” Asmo hummed, eyes sparkling with interest.

“She— we… okay, look. We kiss. We touch, but she keeps pushing for more and I don’t know how to talk her out of it.”

Asmo looked positively beaming and the sight alone made Belphegor start to think he had made a huge mistake.

“Aww, Belphie! I’m sure if you just explain to her that you aren’t ready she will listen! Though I can’t imagine what is holding you back…”

“Oh no, I’m ready. I’m always one provocation away from fucking her to death, that’s the problem. I gotta get her to stop wanting me so I don’t get the opportunity.”

Asmo stared, silent and wide eyed.

“… is that a euphemism for your eagerness or an actual concer—“

“Actual concern.”

“Why in the world do you think having sex with her will kill her?”

“Overzealousness? Superior strength? Going demon in the moment?”

“Really?!” Asmo gasped for dramatic effect, “You think you would? Sheesh, you really do wanna bang this girl!”

“Immensely.”

“Good! I’m so proud of you! Though… I still don’t get why you think that would hurt her. A good ole RAD girl isn’t going to wilt like a delicate flower over you, Belphie. You aren’t exactly Lucifer.”

Ah. Asmo thought he was referring to another demon. Why wouldn’t he? There was only one human female in Devildom. He thought to just come out with it, to say who it was, but then it struck him that within a day every one of his brother’s would know his predicament and if Lucifer heard he’d be imprisoned in that damn attic for the rest of his life.

This was… a calculated error.

“Yeah. Uh. Guess you’re right. Just… been awhile.” Belphegor said, trying to back off the topic.

“I’ll say. I never pegged you for the type, Belphie.” Asmo said, tone going sing-song as he waggled an eyebrow at him.

“Well if you need any fun treats for the occasion you just let me know. I have a whole assortment of condoms, flavored and regular! Also some things to help spice things up… but maybe we’ll save that for your second or third go.”

“…I regret speaking to you.”

Asmo clapped his hands together joyfully, “Then my job is done!”

—

By the end of the day, Belphegor actually had considered for half a second turning himself into Lucifer on his own. He dreaded each ticking hour, knowing full well she would come bouncing up to him, smiling slyly with her greedy little mitts ready to grip and pull and hold him down while she sealed her lips over his again and again the moment they were alone.

He’d fallen asleep once during a make-out session. That’s how often this madness was occurring, but he liked it too much to stop. He liked her too much to stop. The time where he had supervised visits with her was long over by now and with how little time they had left until the end of the year, Belphegor treasured every single moment he had her all to himself.

And yet, he was wracked with anxiety that he’d hurt her. Again.

Classes ended for the day and sure enough by the time he was halfway back inside the House of Lamentation she was waiting for him.

“Beel is in your guys’ room.” She said, and Belphegor made a soft sound of understanding.

“And Mammon might come poking around if we go to my room.”

He knew where this was going.

“Soooo… you wanna go take a nap in the a t t i c?” She spelled out the word, careful to keep her voice down with the other brothers funneling back home.

“I’ll just go nap in my room.” Belphegor said, trying to keep his voice even and nonchalant.

“…oh. Okay.”

Belphegor restrained a groan at the disappointment in her voice, shooting a direct line of guilt into his chest.

“You can still come with me,” he continued, “Beel would be happy to get some time alone too.”

She pouted, but kept her voice quiet, “Belphie, I want a kiss.”

“You always do.” He said, meaning to sound begrudgingly affectionate, but instead it came out more exasperated. Her cheeks flushed but it had nothing to do with embarrassment.

“I think I’ll just go hang out with Mammon then. You go take your nap.”

He felt his heart sink a fraction.

“… you don’t do the same kinda stuff with Mammon do you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She said, voice stiffening and doing nothing to ease the faint edge of jealousy spreading in his chest.

“I mean, do you ask him to kiss you?”

“Sometimes!” She said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side as she cocked her hip.

“I like Mammon. I hug and kiss people I like.”

“… are you serious?” His voice was hushed but harsh.

“It’s not like I belong to you, Belphegor.”

It wasn’t intentional, but within a second there was a sudden surge of a sulfuric smell and his visage changed, horns curling at his temples and his tail swishing violently around his ankles until it snaked out and wrapped around her ankle. She yelped, stumbling so that he had to catch her.

“What did you say?” He hissed, holding her tightly against his chest, his grip unyielding and hard enough to make her breath flutter in her chest.

“…I don’t belong to you.” She repeated, voice low and her eyes narrowed. There was no fear in her tone and in her gaze was a familiar heated sparkle that jarred Belphegor with recognition.

She was toying with him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

Her lips spread into a sensuous smile, self-satisfied and smug.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She said, pulling back. Belphegor refused to let her go for a few seconds, just to remind her of the strength in his arms and that she would leave when he allowed it.

The sudden possessiveness passed him as quickly as it came and he let go of her quickly, remembering himself and trying to quell the anxious feeling that had replaced the emotion in his chest.

Belphegor gave her a wilting look, shoulders sagging just a fraction in disappointment at himself for being so easily baited. Regardless, he followed her up the stairs, trying to keep his eyes off the way she was deliberately swaying her hips with each excited little half jump up the steps.

When they got to the attic door she turned to press her back against the wood, hands behind her back on the doorknob.

“I don’t really do that stuff with Mammon.”

Belphegor said nothing.

“Just you.”

He made a gruff sound, stepping forward and pressing against her as he took hold of the doorknob over her hand and pushed it open. She stumbled, but kept herself up right with a giggle as she unzipped her jacket and tossed it on the floor before sitting on the edge of his old bed.

She was working on the little snap buttons on the side of her ankle boots, kicking them off with a smile as she leaned back on the heels of her palms.

She spread her thighs open slightly, flashing her panties from beneath her RAD uniform skirt. They were pastel pink and made with delicate lace. Slowly she slipped her thumb under the hem of her thigh-high socks, sliding them down just the smallest fraction.

“You still wanna nap?”

He said her name, not soft and sensuous but firm and serious. Her expression changed, brow furrowing slightly as she slowly closed her legs.

“…We need to talk.”

“Uh-oh.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not… it’s nothing bad it’s just—“

“Belphie.” She sat up, raising a hand to stop him. Her other hand patted the side of the bed next to her, “C’mere. I’ll behave myself, I promise.”

Her tone had changed too and it was enough to help ease the tension arching through his body. With a sigh, Belphegor sulked over and sat next to her, shoulders falling forward.

“I’m not dumb, Belphie. I know something is up, but I figured when you were ready you’d just tell me… which was probably not how I should have handled it.”

She gently took his hand within hers and after a moment, he curled his fingers around her own.

“I like you. I really like you, Belphie. I wanna be with you because I like you so much, not because I’m… ya know.”

“Insatiable?”

“I was gonna say ‘thirsty as fuck’ but that sounds better!”

Belphegor chuckled despite himself and her smile became genuine and amused. It helped relax him.

“I still don’t get you.”

“Because of what happened?”

“Not specifically. I’m worried that…”

Why was it so hard to say to her? He’d told Asmo easily but now looking at her he felt the words get caught in his throat.

“You’re worried if we’re intimate you’ll accidentally hurt me.”

Belphegor sighed.

“Demons are stronger than humans. When our emotions are heightened that raises ten-fold.”

She smiled and suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. Belphegor started at her, wide eyed.

“You’re just so unbelievably sweet, you know that?”

He sputtered because he did not know that! A scowl flashed over his face as he shook his head.

“That is not a word anyone has used to describe me for a very, very long ass time.”

“There is absolutely no way you’re going to hurt me you big idiot.”

“Y-you don’t know that!”

She only laughed, leaning in to rest her cheek against his shoulder. He stiffened, sitting up straighter as he felt his face go hot. How could she laugh at him over this?! It was a serious situation!

“You do love me.” She said, rubbing her cheek against him, “Sometimes I wondered, ya know? You’re always so damn aloof!”

Belphegor didn’t even know what to say, opening and closing his mouth several times before he settled on a frustrated groan.

“…you don’t understand anything, per usual.”

She sat back from him, a curious look on her face as he turned towards her. She yelped as he shoved her down, pinning her to the bed, his hand gently finding its way around her neck and keeping her firmly in place. He straddled her thighs, using his own legs to keep her down before looming over her with a look in his eyes that made her pulse jump beneath his hand.

“‘Love’ doesn’t begin to describe what I want. I have owned your death and now I would own your life. Your body. The very depths of your soul. I want everything you have to give, I want the things you wouldn’t give to anyone else.”

His hand tightened, but not enough to cut off her breathing. The placement of his hand did more to cut off her blood flow then her breath, making her head spin as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

Belphegor leaned down to press a kiss to them, her eyelid fluttering shut beneath his lips.

“Are you prepared for that? Are you ready for what it means to be mine? …I don’t know if you are.”

He kissed her, gentle and slow. The softness of the kiss was cut short suddenly when she set her teeth into his bottom lip, sharp and hard enough to almost draw blood. Belphegor jerked back, a growl in his throat. She smiled mischievously up at him.

“Careful. I bite.”

“You’ll beg too.”

His voice was a low rumble, turning her head to the side and latching his teeth to the side of her bare neck. He was not gentle, sucking fiercely until he was certain the skin would be bruised and red. She whimpered, but the sound was more pleasure than pain as he worried the sore spot with his tongue.

“Belphie…” she keened, “…make a pact with me.”

“Finally,” He said, breath hot on her skin, “You begin to understand.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“That’s my line.” Belphegor whispered, releasing her neck and gently running his fingertips through her hair. She mirrored the touch, trailing her hand into the hair at the back of his neck and curling her fingers there. Her other hand rubbed a path up his chest, massaging into his skin as she fisted his shirt into her grip.

“It’s mine too.”

—

How had he resisted this for so long? How could he have denied himself the touch of her bare skin against his? She was so unbelievably soft, despite the harshness in which she gripped her thighs around his waist. Her nipples pebbled hard when he pressed his chest against hers. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs against his hips, but he’d yet to possess her yet. Belphegor was more focused on leaving his mark on her neck and across her collarbone, making her as spotted as himself.

Her hand curled at the base of one of his horns, finger brushing against the ridges of it. He liked her touch there, his tail curling around her calf gently if only to give himself another point of contact.

The pact was already made. The sensation of connection was strong now, tying him to her and her whims, though she had yet to make use of it. She liked him being in control, she liked him making decisions for her in this moment, letting her just enjoy the sensation of touch.

She’d left a mark of her own, right at the juncture of his shoulder and his neck, but Belphegor would wear such a bite with pride, even if he did give her a small punishing spank to the side of her thigh when she gave it to him.

“C’mon… c’mon…” she panted, rocking her hips against him in a bid to slide the length of him up against her core.

“So impatient.” Belphegor said with a soft laugh, “You make it so difficult to treat you nicely.”

He hefted her up, turning unto his side and then his back. He sunk comfortably into the bed, hands stroking up and down her thighs as she sat above him.

“Take care of it yourself… I’m tired.”

“Lazy cow.” She mumbled, but hardly had a reason to complain now that she was in the perfect position to get exactly what she wanted. He rose up his hand and smacked her on the backside, earning himself a rock of her hips.

“Come here then.” She sighed, sitting up on her knees. Her hand wrapped around him, taking her time to feel the soft silky skin and admire how hard it was beneath it. Belphegor hummed contently, kneading his hands into her hips as she guided the tip of him between her legs, letting his head just barely kiss her folds.

She was ungodly wet, using his head to rub against her swollen bud before she pushed him back towards her entrance and slipped down, inch by delicious inch. His tail tightened around her leg, his throat working as a groan wracked through his throat at the sheer tightness. The hot, textured feel of her walls, clutching and spasming as she adjusted to him was as close to the celestial realm as he was ever going to get again.

Belphegor ran his hand up her stomach to her breast, gently palming over the soft delicate skin and thumbing her nipple until it was swollen and pink.

She rocked a few times, slipping him in to the hilt until she was sitting perfectly flush against his hips. She rested one hand back on her own calf, leaning back to angle her hips just so. Belphegor took the time to admire where they were connected, wet and glistening. She rose and fell slightly and he moaned at the mere sight of himself disappearing into her.

She sought out his hand with her other, lacing their fingers together as she lifted again and slid down onto him in slow, agonizing thrusts. He let the hand on her breast fall to her hip, helping to hold her steady as he occasionally lifted his hips to push up into her when she came down.

Her face was a picture of absolute ecstasy, lips parted and kiss swollen, skin flushing prettily from her cheeks down to her chest. She was always so god damned lewd, but nothing about this was for show. Belphegor knew he looked positively wrecked himself, expression painted with the pleasures of comfort and sex.

They moved together, slow and relaxed and relishing in the simple enjoyment of being connected. She’d been right. Belphegor had never felt so safe. From himself and from the world. Here with her, here inside her… he had never felt so perfectly content. Her soft chants of ‘yes’ and quiet moans was a sweeter sound than any angelic choir.

Her breath came quicker, head lolling slightly to the side as she lost herself in the rise and fall of her own hips. Her pace was losing its steady rhythm, going fast and then slow as she found an angle that made his head rub right up against the bundle of nerves against her upper walls. Her thighs trembled as she whimpered out a soft cry. She was clutching tighter now, unrelenting and steadily rising as her thrusts became shallow and short.

Belphegor pushed his shoulders down into the bed, bracing himself as he rocked upwards, edging her on as her pink skin turned ever more red and blotchy.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum. Belphie… Belphie…” She gasped with complete abandon, “Belphie, I’m going to cum.”

God dammit, if she kept talking like that, so was he. He smoothed his hand down from her hip to her center, pressing the pad of his thumb firmly against her clit. He didn’t even have to rub, the touch alone snapped the cord of tension, spasms wracking over her body and clutching their way down the shaft of him as she broke apart.

Belphegor’s eyelids fluttered closed just so she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing his eyes roll back in his head. His balls pulled tight against him as his cock flexed and jerked and he came inside her. Belphegor held back a cry in his throat at just how rapidly he was spurting, pulsating erratically as she practically milked each drop from him. Exhaustion nearly immediately overtook him, but he resisted the burden of his Avatar through sheer force of will.

“Ow…Bel…your tail..” She mumbled, tugging gently at the side of his tail. He had wrapped it around her so tightly her skin was indenting. Belphegor let go immediately, holding an arm around her to keep her in place as he sat up and checked the damage.

“M’okay.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her nose against his hairline, damp with sweat. Belphegor sighed with relief, hands running up her back and down a few times before he wrapped his arms around her.

“You okay?” She asked, voice quiet in his ear.  He nodded, strands of his hair tickling her cheek as he did so.

“I love you.” Belphegor said, as simple and direct as if he were stating the sky were blue. She wouldn’t have expected it any other way.

“Goodie.” She said with a deep breath, giving her hips a little wiggle around him. He was still hard, but knew he would soften soon. Belphegor felt the slow slide of wetness as his own cum slid down his shaft from inside her, messy and warm.

“You feel so good.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his neck, open and hot.

Alright. Maybe it wouldn’t be that soon.

—

She used the pact to tap out by the sixth round, thighs creamy and wet and trembling. Shame. He had hoped to make it a solid seven.

[queenabstract]

Trolls x reader: Trolls reaction to their s/o telling them their gonna be parents. Please. Oh, and do you do Delta Dawn or Trollzart? Some don’t like to and I just wanted to be sure if you do.

Of course I can do Delta Dawn and Trollzart. I just haven't done them yet...until now.

DELTA DAWN

Guys and gals alike are able to have eggs, you knew that. You sometimes had given the thought about you or Delta having an egg together, but you two never had that discussion. You used protection, that was for sure......but maybe not enough.

"Oh my gosh." You said as you stared at the positive pregnancy test, tears forming in your eyes. You had been feeling out of it for the past month. Throwing up and getting weird cravings for certain kinds of food that you hadn't eaten in years(how the hell did you even remember the names of the dishes). You walked into the livingroom and sat down with the positive test still in your hands.

"Hey, (y/n). Is aunt Delta back yet?" Clampers ran up to you and asked. Since you weren't feeling well, you decided to stay home and insisted that Delta let Clampers hang out with you so you two could bond.

"Not yet, sugar. She'll be here soon, though." You said with a shaky breath and laid a hand on your stomach. How the hell were you gonna tell her?

"What's that thing?" Clampers pointed at the test. "I saw my mom looking at those things a bunch of times, but they only had one line on it. She and dad get really sad when they look at them."

"Oh...well...uh....I don't think I should be the one telling you about it then. You can ask your parents later tonight about it." You answered and patted her on top of the head. "Now why don't you go to your room for a bit and I'll let you know when your aunt gets back." You said.

"Okay." Clampers shrugged and went to her room.

"I'm back!" Delta announced as she walked in as soon as Clampers closed the door to her room. She looked around, confused. "Where's Clampers?" She asked you.

"I sent her to her room for a few minutes so I could talk with you." You said nervously.

"Talk? About what? Something wrong, love?" Delta sat down next to you.

"I've been feelin kinda off for the past month, so I uh," you showed Delta the test with two lines on it. "I took a test to see if that could be the reason, and as you can see I-"

"Is this for real? Or are you trying to prank me?" Delta took the test from you and looked at you in disbelief.

"Prank ya? You saw me puking! That was because of the morning sickness you goofbaURMF-" Delta cut you off again by smashing her lips against yours.

"I still almost can't believe it. I...you...we're...we're gonna be parents. I'm gonna be a mama." Delta hugged your stomach and gave you a bunch of kisses.

"Imma be a cousin?" Clampers asked.

"Now how long have you been standing over there?"

TROLLZART

You and Trollzart had been talking about it. You both had adopted a few children, but you were ready to have one of your own. You had already adopted two girls. One that played the triangle, and one that played the pennywhistle. You had played multiple different instruments in your lifetime, and you couldn't wait to teach your own bundle of joy how to play all the different kinds. And Trollzart was ecstatic to teach his future child how to conduct. Only problem was...the reason you two adopted in the first place was because you were having troubles conceiving. And once you did have an egg...the little one never hatched. It had been several years since you tried, and you were willing to give it another go. When you felt movement in your hair, you started crying out for your husband.

"What is it, my love? Are you alright?" Trollzart rushed to you.

"I'm better than alright, we did it." You said. You moved your hair out of the way to show the beautiful sparkling golden egg with curly purple hair at the top.

"Oh, beautiful." Trollzart gasped, holding your hands in his.

"We're keeping it in my hair this time. Its obvious that a nest isn't going to cut it." You said and covered the egg with your hair.

"Agreed." Trollzart couldn't stop the huge smile spreading across his face. "But we did it." He placed a kiss on your cheek. "I'm going to tell the kids the great news!" Trollzart said excitedly and went to find your other two angels.

Barb

She brought it up jokingly a few times. Especially when she was trying to sound seductive in bed. Neither of tou expected for you to each have an egg. Barb was an emotional train wreck the entire way through. She especially couldn't stop sobbing when you held your babies for the first time. You never saw her so overwhelmed with happiness.

Hickory.

He had gone on a trip with his brother back to their old home that they lost in an avalanche a long time ago. He didn't realize he left you with a little gift before he left. The trip was a long one to the place and back. It took him two months. By that time, your baby bump was starting to show and you were almost ready to lay the egg.

"Hey, gumdrop! I'm back. I hope ya didn't miss me too much." Hickory announced as he entered the house.

"I missed you more than you'll know, but next time, don't leave a surprise for me before you leave. It should be something we both get to enjoy." You yelled from the kitchen.

"A surprise? Whaddaya mean? Where are ya?" Hickory asked.

"In the kitchen! There's a bun in the oven!" You said. You put on your oven mitts and took out the large cinnamon bun and set it on the stove to cool.

"A bun...in the oven?" Hickory asked as he walked into the kitchen. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Hickory asked. You had you back towards him, now you turned to the side so he could see the baby bump. A huge smile spread across his face and he began tearing up.

"YEE-HAW!!!" Hickory cheered and spun you around in the air. "MY BEAUTIFUL SUNFLOWER YOU DID IT!!! WE'RE GONNA BE PARENTS!!!"

"Damn right we are! But next time, you're having the egg. Morning sickness sucks." You said.

"Next time!?! Of course! Anything for you, gumdrop." Hickory said and gave you several loving kisses.

God it took me a long time to type all that. I'll post a part 2 soon.

[lilteamushroom]

Karasuno Team x reader pt 2

(I never expected so many people to like and want a part 2! It’s so long but it’s a good one!)

Part one:

Warnings: swearing??

The RV started up and began to move, you snickered as Ukai yelled at Tanaka and Hinata to sit their asses down. You sat on a small couch near a window next to kiyoko (Pfft let me get my gay ass outta here) Kiyoko, Suga and you talked about how long your family has had the beach house.  “My family used to go to this beach house every summer when I was younger. But as I got older we stopped going as a family and now it sits with no one living in it.” You explained to them.  “Though don’t worry about bugs and dust being in the house, my mom said she sent out some cleaners to make sure the house was clean and was stocked with food for us.” You told them.  “I wish we could do something for your parents, for doing all of this for us.” Suga sighed. You smiled “Oh don’t worry, I think someone actually using the beach house makes her very happy.” you reassured Suga.  “(Y/N), I heard you work at Ukai’s store.” Asahi chimed in. That caught you off guard. You knew they would find out and to be honest you were surprised they didn’t figure it out sooner. “Oh yeah! Its a lot of fun working there. And since the coach is my boss, it makes scheduling around practice and games much easier.” You stutter a bit.  “Thats so cool! Do you get free stuff?” Nighinoya asked from across the table.  “No- I wish I did. That would be so nice.” You say as you think of how awesome it would be to get free soda pop and sweets.

The rest of the ride there, wasn’t too bad. You put on a movie, which the guys voted on fucking The Spongebob movie. what. the. fuck. Not only that but they cheered and were so invested in the movie.

Crackheads. They are all crackheads.

The RV finally came to a stop, you looked out the window to see the old beach house from your childhood. 

They all gasped, maybe a bit dramatically. “Are you sure we are at the right place?” Daichi asked. You nodded. “This is it my friends.” you say to them as you grab your bags from under the seat. Everyone nearly jumped off the bus, you swore you watched Tanaka jump out of the window of the RV.  They all followed you to the front door.  “Wow! Is that a boat?!” Hinata asked. You nodded your head. “We can take it out sometime this week, if you want.” you offered him, he nodded happily. You pulled out the small key that had a flower key chain on it. You unlocked the door and let them inside. They all looked around in amazement. “The main room is big enough for everyone to sleep in, besides the other rooms aren’t guest rooms, the last I checked they were remodeled into a gaming room, a movie room, and a lounge/hangout area.”  “ (Y/N)!!! WHAT THE HELL.” Tanaka nearly screamed.  “WHAT?!” You yelled at him, trying your best to match his vocal range to mock him.  “THis is so CoOL!” he shouted. Ukai clapped his hands, “Set your bags down, and go get your swimsuits on.” Ukai instructed everyone. “Yes Sir!” Everyone yelled as their excitement filled the room. You went to the bathroom and changed into green plaid trunks and a yellow swim shirt. You went out to find you were one of the first people changed, which never happened. You were confused. Where was everyone else? You found them wandering the vacation house. Well you found them in pairs, first you found Hinata and Kageyama in the kitchen, then you found Tsukishima, Tadashi in the game room, Daichi, Suga and Asahi were in the lounge room, Kiyoko, Ukai an Takeda were on the back porch all sitting in on the lawn chairs put out there, Tanaka and Nishinoya were examining the boat under the deck. 

Once they were all done exploring the house, everyone met up on the beach at the volleyball net.  They underestimated how hard it actually is to play volleyball in sand. They kept slipping and falling, soon they caught on that you weren’t falling??  “ (Y/N)! How do you stay on your feet?” Hinata asked you. You smirked. “You gotta kinda, dig your feet in the sand, instead of being ontop of the sand-” You dug your foot into the sand, “-You’ll be more grounded.” You showed them. They caught on, not many falling anymore, though many still fell on their asses which was super funny to you. Nishinoya being the libero, kept face planting and getting a mouth full of sand. “Man! It sucks trying to catch the ball without getting sand in my mouth!” Noya complained.  “Maybe its because you suck.” Tanaka snickered. “Shut up! You keep on not even hitting the ball!” Noya defended.  “All right lets take a break!” Ukai yelled out. “Coach, can we go swimming?!” Hinata begged with Noya and Tanaka giving Ukai puppy eyes. Ukai sighed then smiled at them.  “Yeah sure. We are here to take a break.” Ukai laughed. Hinata, Noya, Tanaka cheered as they sprinted to the shore. Asahi came up to you “Are you gonna get in the water?” He asked. You shrug “Maybe. I’m not a huge swimmer, though I love to collect sea shells.” You say to him. “That sounds fun! I’ll come with you to look for sea shells!” Suga offered “Me too.” Kiyoko chimed in. Many of the boys splashed each other and played chicken fight. You sat high above the others on Daichi’s shoulders while Hinata was sitting on Asahi’s shoulder. You held Hinata’s hands, trying to push the other off. In the end Hinata got the upper and and Y E E T E D you into the ocean.  Everyone laughed and took turns playing chicken. Hinata and Asahi were the ones champions against everyone else. 

- - - - - - -

Soon the sun was setting and everyone was getting settled in for the night. The sea shells you got were set nicely on the window seal above the sink. The who team was sleeping in one big dog pile in the living room, in the kick ass fort they had built.  You went to brush your teeth when Nishinoya caught up with you in the bathroom. “When do you plan on telling the others about... Your secret?” He asked.  “I am tomorrow night when we sit around the fire for smores. I am nervous you know? Can you try to understand how I feel?” You asked him as you took his hand in yours. Noya felt his cheeks heat up from the contact of your hand in his. He nodded. “I’ll try my best (y/n)!” He smiled. You gave him a grin back as you let go of his hand and opened the door to the bathroom and locked it behind you. 

Your reflection looked back at you. You took off your binder that had been on for 10+ hours. You read online that you should only have it on for 6-8 hours and you shouldn’t bind when working out... You were breaking many rules when it comes to binding but it was your only way to be on the team without anyone raising any eyebrows. You stretched your hands above your head letting your chest and ribs stretch and be free. You threw on a tank top, sweatpants and a big hoodie to hide your breast size.  After getting ready for bed you went back to the living room to find the team chatting and nearly laying on top of each other. You smirked and jumped onto the pile of boys in front of you.  “Woah! (y/n)!” Tadashi laughed.  “You guys make a good pillow.” You chuckled as you laid your head on Suga’s leg. It was uncomfortable so you leaned up and wiggled your way to a small spot between Tanaka and Hinata. They all were shoulder to shoulder.  Even though they are dorks, they are family. They make your life so much better. Were you ready to tell them about everything? Or at least your gender.  Everyone kept talking til Ukai came in the room and inhaled. “GO TO BED.” He yelled then shuffled back to the room nearby. You couldn’t help but snicker before laying your head on Tanaka’s shoulder as a pillow.  You starred at the ceiling before finally dozing off to sleep.

- - - - - - - -

In the morning, you woke up 2 hours before everyone else. You wanted to make bread from scratch for them. You remembered as a child you would wake up in the morning to the smell of freshly baked bread filling the house. You wanted to do the same for the boys who took you in and made you part of their family. 

Noya shook Hinata.

“Bro bro. Do you smell that?” Noya asked. It took Hinata a minute to get himself out of his sleepy state. He sniffed the air.

“It smells like a Kneaders cafe. Like on Monday when all of the bread was just barely baked.” Hinata noted. Tanaka woke up and instantly smelled baked goods. He sprung out of bed and dashed to the kitchen.

You smiled at him when he came into the room.

“Good morning Tanaka. How are you doing?” You ask him.

“Good! What is the smell??” He asked quickly. The oven went off as you grabbed the oven mitts.

“Well everyone has been working hard so I decided to bake you guys fresh bread.” You smiled lightly as blush marks spread across your cheeks.

Tanaka grinned. “That sounds awesome!”

“I’m going to go get the rest of the team up.” You say to him “I’ll come with you!” He said as he grabbed your hand. You stood there in shook from the contact of his hand in yours. The blush on your face reddened.

“That looks pretty gay” tsukishima said from behind you coming into the room. You pulled away from Tanaka.

“Your gay four eyes!” You huff at him as you walk past him. Tanaka boomed in laughter behind you. “Dumbass. Shit like that can hive me away.” You mutter to him.

“What?! Your gonna tell the team tonight anyway.” He scoffs. You dart a glare at him as you both enter the main room where everyone was. You opened the blinds, and turned on the light.

“I made a surprise for you guys. I’m gonna make breakfast.” You inform them. Asashi groaned as he sat up. He raised his hand

“I’ll help you with breakfast (y/n).” He said as he yawned. You grinned at him. “That would be great! Thank you!” You beam at him. “The rest of you better be up in 15 minutes!” You almost hell at them. But you held back from yelling at them because you choose not to be a dick.

For now.

It had been 20 minutes and Daichi, Suga and Tadashi were still not awake. You smirked at Noya. “Wanna help me get the others up?” You asked him. “Always!” He grinned. “What you plan on doing?” Ukai asked. You looked at your cup on the counter. “I have an idea.”

You, nishinoya, and Hinata all held a cup of water as you and the rest of the team walked down the hall to the main room where you guys slept. You held your cup over Daichi’s head. You looked down on him like he was your victim. Nishinoya stood over Tadashi and Hinata over Suga. You counted down in a whisper.

Splash

The 3 of them yelled out from the sudden contact of water. The rest of you were laughing so hard that tears were forming in your eyes.

“Oi! What was that for?!” Daichi yelled.

“You weren’t up for breakfast.” You say to him almost coldly.

They apologized and got up for the day. They all changed into their swim suits when you said that it was time to take the boat out.

Noya was nearly bouncing off the walls when you got the keys out for the boat. Luckily you knew how to drive the boat. Everyone piled in as you started it up making sure it had enough gas. You drove it out fairly far the turned the key to turn it off.

“Alright guys! You can jump in and swim!” You say happily. Many of them jump in when a few stayed behind because they didn’t want to swim.

“Yo! (Y/N)!! Get in here!” Tanaka yelled waving at you from the water.

“Yeah (y/n)! Join us!” Hinata begged. You shrugged and got up from the drivers seat. You ran then jumped off the side of the boat your arms lifted in the air, your legs kicking off the deck to boost you into the air. It felt like time slowed down. Like when you go to hit the ball during a game. How you always were inspired by your teammates to do your best during a game.

You came back to reality when you hit the cold but refreshing water. The guys laughed as you reached the surface of the water. These guys were your best friends. You would do anything for them. Going through so many practice days and games. You get close to them after going through so much.

Once it got later into the day you drove the boat back and parked it. Though most of the team stayed at the beach and swam.

Soon they are going to find out your secret. Your stomach turned and did flips as you thought about tonight. When you would have to tell them who you really are. You were scared. What if they don’t accept you? What if they kick you off of the team. The only reason you go to karasuno high is for volleyball. If you got kicked off you would most likely move back into your parents house. Would they feel betrayed that you cheated the system and lied to them so you could be on a team? All these questions came to your head in waves. You forgot where you were for a while until Noya swam over to you then dunked you under water.

“(Y/n)!” He whined.

“Pay attention to me” he huffed. You stared to splash the salty water at him. “Is this the attention you wanted?” You laughed as you continued to pretend water bend at him. You swam away from him to get to shore so you could think more, of course Nishinoya followed you like a lost puppy would. You eyed Tanaka then he came over.

“Come with me for a walk.” You say to them. They nodded and followed you, walking along the shore, where the water would come up and tickle your feet every so often.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Nishinoya asked you. Your lip trembled. You tried to find the words.

“Well, I’m scared. I get this same feeling before a game.” You confess, your hands twiddling each other. “Scared? Of what?” Tanaka asked.

“Of tonight. I’m scared I’ll get kicked off the team. Or everyone will treat me different. I’m still the same (y/n). Or I dont know if they’ll be angry with me for lying to them for so long. Maybe they won’t want to be my friend. If that happens I will have to go back to having no friends and-“ you got cut off by Nishinoya putting a hand on your shoulder. He smiled.

“It’s okay (y/n)” he said gently. Which was weird to you because he was usually so loud. Your hand touched your cheek which was wet from tears you didn’t even know you were crying. They both brought you into a small group hug. “It’s all good (y/n)!” Tanaka laughed. “We still want you on the team. And if idiots like us still want you then I’m sure the rest of the team will too!” Tanaka encouraged. You nodded, whipping your tears away. “Thanks guys. I’m not as nervous for tonight. Still nervous but not as anxious.” You laughed. They nodded in excitement. “You got this (y/n)!” Noya cheered. You smiled from their enthusiasm.

“Thank you guys. I think I’m ready.” You say to them. They walk back to the beach house and saw the other boys some how managed to start a fire in the fire pit without setting everything on fire. “There are s’more things in the house and hot dogs of you guys are hungry.” You offer to them. They nodded and yelled at the same time as they rushed inside to grab the stuff. Ukai helped you move large logs around the fire for them to sit at.

“You ready for tonight kid?” He asked you. You didnt answer right away.

“If I’m being honest, I’m nervous. Beyond nervous. I’m scared the team won’t like me anymore.” You confess to him. He walked over to you and ruffled your hair.

“Know thing these crazies, they will accept you. Your an amazing player, and a valued member of this team. For the past 7 months you have earned a special place on this team. No matter if you were a boy, girl, black white, tall, short, this team will love you for who you are.” He tapped your forehead when he said the last part. You held in tears, wanted to hug Ukai. He truely was the best coach. You nodded to him. “Thank you coach.” You say softly. The stamped of boys came back with the s’more things and hot dog stuff. You all ate food over the fire as the sun went down. Soon it was dark. Everyone was chatting then their conversations went quiet. You made eye contact with Noya and Tanaka. They nodded to you. You were ready. You stood up. “There is something I haven’t been totally honest with you guys.” You started out. “I love this team and everyone on it. But this might change how you see me and how you play volleyball with me.” They looked at you with curiosity and a bit of confusion. “I’m... I’m a girl. Biologically I was born a female.” You confessed to them. Some were confused, some were shocked, some didn’t change there expression. “I was planning on not saying anything, but two morons walked in on me changing.” You glared at Nishinoya and Tanaka. They gave you a dorky smile. You took a breath and continued.

“I’m worried that me being a female will change how you view me and how you play with me. Or treat me for that matter. I’m still the same (y/n). The same one who cried with you, played with you, won games with you. I’m sorry I never told you guys.” You said to them. You wanted to run and hide under the covers of your bed, expecting them to yell or be disappointed. But there was silence. The silence was almost as bad as yelling.

“It’s fine if your a girl (y/n). It’s not a bad thing but why didn’t you join the girls volleyball team with michimiya?” Daichi asked. You tugged at your shirt then let it go.

“That has a bit of a story behind it. Before I came to Karasuno I went to an academy for weathly kids. They had a volleyball team but all the girls on the team joined to show off the skin tight booty shorts and the small tank tops. I joined a team to play, to gain friends, to win and to learn. All I got there was girls in skimpy outfits. I could have tried the girls team here but I didn’t want to take the chance so a little arrangement with my mom, a haircut and a binder I was a different person at a new school where no one knew who I was.” You say to them. Asahi nodded. Some still looked confused.

“The only ones who knew were the coach, and until 2 weeks ago Nishinoya and Tanaka found out.” You say to them.

Tadashi raised his hand. “What’s a binder? Sorry I feel kinda dumb for asking.” He admitted. You put your hands up “it’s okay!” You say to him Tanaka jumped up.

“It’s a wrap that goes around her boobs!” He explained loudly. You karate chopped his head

“Sit down dummy.” You say almost harshly to him. “That’s the basics of it. I wrap it around my chest so then I am flatter. Then I wear a bigger jersey so then my chest doesn’t show.” You take a breath.

“I hid this because I was scared.” Tears were filling your eyes but you didn’t let them fall.

“I was scared you were going to see me different and kick me off the team.”

Don’t let the tears fall. Do not let the tears fall.

“I didn’t have many friends before coming to Karasuno. You all are my best friends. The best people I have ever met.”

Dammit. The tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Please still let me be part of the team.” You cried bending over and bowing to them. Daichi approached you. He put a hand on your shoulder and waited for you to look up at him. You looked up and met his eyes, who had tears swelling in them too.

“You will always be accepted on this team, (y/n).” He said to you pulling you into a hug. Tadashi came up and hugged the both of you. Then Tanaka and Nishinoya. Then Hinata and Kageyama. The others followed through.

“We don’t want you to leave the team (y/n)!” Hinata cried. “Yeah don’t leave us!” Kageyama snapped. “We want you to stay.” Suga softly said. They all chimed in on how they wanted you still on the team. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You sobbed. Simple as that. All that emotion that you had been holding in? It was coming out right now. It was a good night. It ended well with your teammates accepting who you are. You were so happy.

Now the question is, who falls in love with you, or gets blushy when ever your around?

[blurry-fics]

Chapter Seventeen

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1955

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :) (picture credit to jenna on ig)

Carter: Be there in about five minutes

You smiled as the text popped up on your phone. Despite the busy week that you and Carter both had, the two of you had finally found some free time for him to come over and visit while Tyler was out at his final meeting. This, of course, also meant that he was bringing your nephew along, not that you were complaining. You looked forward to any time that you spent with Max.

Now that you knew Carter was close, you got off the couch and started to straighten out a few things that you noticed were out of place, even though you knew it would be a mess again as soon as Max arrived. As much as you loved him, he did have a habit of throwing things around at the moment.

Carter arrived almost exactly five minutes after he had sent his text, carrying Max in one arm and a bag of things in the other. Max immediately lunged at you when you opened the door, throwing Carter off balance and nearly making him run into the door frame. You quickly scooped Max into your arms, which was a relief to Carter.

“Thank you, he’s been high energy all morning. He woke Marenna and I up at six this morning to demand breakfast.”

“Oh geez, how much sleep did you get then?” you asked as you closed the door behind him.

“Five hours, if that. I just couldn’t fall asleep last night, I don’t know what it was.”

“It’s been getting warm lately, I think. I’ve had some sleep troubles too.”

Carter nodded, “That makes sense.”

He set his bag down next to the couch and immediately fell back into the cushions. His eyes fluttered closed when he was comfortable, and for a moment you thought he was going to take a nap on the spot.

“Auntie,” Max said, patting your shoulder to grab your attention. “Toys.”

“You want to grab some toys from the closet?”

He nodded, so you carried him down the hallway towards the toy closet. Once you got close, he began to wiggle in your arms. You waited until the door was open before you set him down.

“What do you think, Max?”

This time, his first choice was a set of colorful building blocks. You grabbed them off the shelf and carried them back to the living room for him since they were a bit heavy for his little arms to handle. Carter was still sitting with his eyes closed, but his peace and quiet was quickly interrupted.

“Dadda!” Max said, running over and smacking his hands down on Carter’s legs. His eyes shot open. “Toys!”

“Did Auntie Y/N get some toys for you?” he asked.

Max nodded proudly and grabbed Carter’s hand, pulling him off the couch. Carter sighed and followed after him, taking a seat on the ground. You decided to join them.

“I haven’t really had a chance to ask yet because of this little one,” Carter said, ruffling Max’s hair. Max playfully pushed his hand away. “How have you been?”

“It’s been… a week, to say the least,” you nodded. Because of Carter’s busy schedule, you hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about the huge fight you had with Tyler yet.

“Did something happen?”

“You could say that.”

Carter looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed. You began to chew on your lower lip; thinking about the fight was still a sore spot for you, even if things had gotten better. Still, you knew Carter would provide some reassurance about the entire situation.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“You always know,” you laughed. “But it can wait, I want to hear more about you.”

Carter reached out and helped Max put another block on top of the tower, which made him smile.

“What is there to say? I’ve just been working and taking care of this little dude.”

“Oh, come on. There must be something exciting going on with you lately.”

“Well, there has been talk of me getting a promotion sometime soon. The pay raise would be really helpful, plus my hours would be a little more flexible than they are now.”

“Car!” you said. “That’s great! You deserve a promotion.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiled.

“Maybe you’ll get some more days off so we can actually see one another on a regular basis when I’m home. It’s so hard to coordinate now.”

“I know, I wish we could make it over here more often. The drive is just so long.”

Max placed one more block on top of his tower before shoving it over, laughing as it toppled onto the ground. You and Carter helped him collect the pieces so that he could start all over again.

“I know, sometimes I wish we still lived in the middle of the city, but it’s hard now that Tyler is getting more recognizable. And he really likes being out here by the woods; it helps him write, I think.”

“I understand,” Carter nodded. “Speaking of him, how has he been? I don’t think I’ve seen him since the wedding.”

“He’s doing ok. The stress of figuring the tour out was really getting to him for awhile, but I think it’s finally starting to wind down again now that everything is kicking off soon. He finished up the last bit of paperwork last night and now they’re pretty much good to go, aside from rehearsals.”

“That’s good, I’m glad. I know he works really hard to make his shows the best that they can be, which always pays off, but it’s nice to hear he’s taking care of himself too. I can guarantee you’re making sure of it.”

“I always am,” you laughed as Carter gave you a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Auntie!” Max said, throwing his hands into the air. “Look!”

You looked at the small tower that Max had created, which was just a tiny bit shorter than him. He smiled as you looked it over, making sure to exaggerate your nods.

“This looks very nice, Max. I think you did a wonderful job.”

Max turned to Carter with an excited expression on his face, which made you smile. Shortly after, he knocked over his tower yet again. Carter shook his head as he collected all the blocks.

“You know, Mom said that Max acts just like you did as a child.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure she said I was worse,” he laughed.

“I’m sure you were.”

After some more time playing with blocks and catching one another up on your lives over the last week, the three of you decided it was about time that you made yourselves some lunch. You and Carter started to talk about some places you could order from, until Max chimed in insisting that he wanted chicken nuggets. Carter seemed to also be on board with the idea, so you started up the oven and laid out some chicken nuggets on a baking sheet.

“Alright, I want to hear more about this week you had,” Carter said as he sat down on a stool. Max was in his arms, happily playing with a block.

“Do you really?” you asked as you grabbed some drinks from the fridge.

“Of course I do. Just because I don’t see you every day doesn’t mean that I care about you any less than I did before.”

You smiled as you popped open your soda, but it quickly faded again.

“Ok, well, do you remember how I was talking to you and Marenna about Tyler being gone all the time?”

“Yeah.”

“So, I brought it up with him the other night after he got home, but the problem is that I didn’t do it very… tactfully and it ended up leading to this huge fight and we barely talked for the rest of the night.”

“Y/N…” Carter frowned.

“That’s why I didn’t answer your call that night, I was too busy crying in bed,” you laughed quietly, hoping it would lighten the mood. “We ended up working it out the next morning and we’ve both been making more effort with one another. Tyler brought me flowers and food the other night and made sure not to work too late, but while he was working I stood with him and helped him pick stuff out.”

“You’re creating a more equal balance.”

“Exactly. I feel a lot better already, and now we’re just focusing on getting everything ready for tour. Tomorrow is the big packing day.”

“Your favorite,” Carter laughed.

“It just takes so long! It’s like packing for a nice vacation except the vacation is three months and you also have to bring your entire life with you.”

“Are you really going to be gone for three months?”

“Yeah, but we’ll still be in the US so communication won’t, or at least shouldn’t, be a big deal. I’m going to miss you guys.”

“We’re going to miss you too. Columbus isn’t quite the same without you.”

“Aww, Car,” you smiled. “I didn’t know you were capable of being nice.”

“Hey!” he laughed. “I’m nice to you all the time.”

“Sure you are.”

The oven started to beep, interrupting your back and forth. You grabbed an oven mitt from the drawer and carefully pulled out the tray of perfectly golden brown nuggets. With a smile, you turned around to show Carter.

“See? That’s how you make nuggets.”

“I burned them one time! One! And you’ll never let me live it down.”

“They were crispy and black! Do you know how hard that is to do?”

“I don’t think I’m the one that’s incapable of being nice,” he said.

“I can keep these chicken nuggets to myself, if you want.”

“Nuggets!” Max frowned.

“Ok, I can keep these chicken nuggets for myself and Max, if you want,” you repeated.

“You’re proving my point, Y/N.”

“Alright, fine, chicken nuggets for everyone,” you said, piling all of them onto a plate.

“Juice!” Max demanded.

“You want some juice?” Carter asked.

“Juice,” Max repeated, calmer this time.

Carter adjusted Max in his arms and then stood up to grab a juice from the other room. You leaned against the counter, grabbing a chicken nugget for yourself. It had been awhile since the last time you had chicken nuggets, although you knew you would start to again once you were on tour. It was one of the easier things to make on the bus.

“We’ve got the juice,” Carter sighed as he walked back into the room. In his arms, Max was happily sipping on a juice box.

“I swear I’ve never seen a kid consume so much juice,” you said. “He has like three or four of those a day.”

“We’re constantly buying it. Marenna told me that one time one of the employees commented on her coming in twice in the same week to buy more juice and she had to explain to him that our kid just doesn’t stop drinking it.”

“There are worse things that he could be drinking.”

“You’re right.”

“Nuggie!” Max smiled.

Carter reached out and grabbed a nugget for Max. He took a huge chomp out of it, dramatic sound effects included, and smiled.

“Thanks for taking the time to come out here today, Car,” you said. “It was much needed.”

“I’m always going to be here for you, Y/N, even when you’re thousands of miles away.”

“Really?”

He smiled at you, “Really.”

A smile overtook your face as you took a sip of your drink. For the first time in awhile, you finally felt like things were coming together.

And you couldn’t be happier about it.

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Christmas Time Blues 

Word Count: 2,182 (I didn’t mean for it to be this long lol)

There was just two weeks left until Christmas. 

Well, thirteen days, twelve hours, and fifty-nine minutes, to be exact. Not that Alfred was keeping track or anything. There was no reason to anymore; everyone he had invited to his Christmas party had turned him down. They all claimed “something came up.” What could be more important than his traditional Christmas Extravaganza? Everyone went to that! Every year! What would he do with all the decorations and food he was planning on making now? Even Mattie said he couldn’t help him make his favorite maple flavored candy. Mattie would never turn that down! 

With a sigh, Alfred plopped down onto the couch. He supposed it was a good thing he sent out those invitations two weeks early. What a waste it would have been to have had everything set up only to be left to clean everything up himself when no one showed up. 

No matter, he’d make the most of it. He still had AJ, at least. His sweet Golden Retriever would no doubt love to spend more time with Alfred. They could play that new video game Alfred just bought, they could make cookies, and homemade dog treats! Yeah, who needed everyone else, all Alfred needed was AJ. As if to reciprocate this sentiment, AJ hopped onto the couch and settled next to Alfred with his head in Alfred’s lap. 

…

Christmas Eve...

The line for the checkout was taking way too long for Alfred’s taste. He would have used the self-checkout station, but there was a long line for those too. This had to be the only thing he had to hate about the holidays. Everyone was packed in like sardines. There was no way in, and no way out. It would be ages before he could get his groceries taken care of. How is it that so many people waited until the last minute for gifts? 

This year, decorating had taken Alfred only a few hours as opposed to the two days he usually spent sprucing up his two story house from top to bottom, and inside and out. He was only looking to impress AJ anyway, and AJ was always impressed with him. His decorations consisted of a stocking for him and one for AJ, their respective names written on them in blue and red glitter. His house smelled like gingerbread thanks to the wax warmer Francis had given him last year as a Christmas gift. He wrapped a garland around the rails of the staircase and put up his huge Christmas tree, which AJ helped decorate, and Alfred placed a bowl full of candy canes and hot chocolate packets. This Christmas was at least going to be a cozy one. On the outside, Christmas lights bordered the roof and awnings, plastic candy canes lined the walkway up to the house, a snow man-one made of actual snow-stood on the snow-covered lawn wearing a beanie, mittens, and a scarf. 

When he could finally pay for his things and go home, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He stowed his things away and sat behind the wheel before pulling his phone out. It was a message from Arthur. It read: 

Are you busy later tonight?

It was weird, to say the least. Arthur didn’t text him unless Alfred messaged him first. It also frustrated Alfred. Sure, everyone bailed on him because they had other plans, but on the day he had plans to do nothing more than spend the evening cuddling with his dog, he’s asked if he has plans? No doubt an invitation to do something last minute because Arthur’s plans fell through. No, that wasn’t fair at all. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. This evening was his now; it was his and AJ’s. 

AJ greeted him at the door, jumping up at him and pawing the front of his sweatshirt. “Hey, buddy. You ready for the best Christmas Eve ever?” The dog barked once in response and sat back to stare at Alfred expectantly. Alfred ran his hand through AJ’s furry head and behind his ears. “That’s right, boy.”

The rest of the evening, Alfred baked cookies and dog treats with AJ sniffing happily at his side. He had given AJ a little Santa hat and let him sit the ottaman he had dragged to the kitchen to let him get a better look. His Bluetooth speaker blasted traditional Christmas songs that made Alfred’s heart sink a little.This would be his first Christmas alone. Well, not completely alone, but alone enough that he missed the crowd of friends that gathered at his house every year. Looking to his living room now, he realized just how spacious and empty his house really was. 

His phone vibrated a couple times and his music paused. More messages. Alfred wiped his hands on his pants and reached for his phone. The messages were from Arthur. And Francis and Matthew? But why? He had a couple from each person. From what he could read, they really wanted to get a hold of him. A part of Alfred didn’t want to answer them. They didn’t deserve to hear from him when they so rudely cancelled on him and his awesome party. He placed the phone face down and let the music play once more. 

While Alfred waited for the cookies to bake, he and AJ took to the couch to watch some Christmas movies. The only thing he found were Hallmark movies and, even though he didn’t really hate them, he grew sick of watching the same thing over and over again. Luckily he had a couple of DVD’s of movies he did enjoy. He grabbed some homemade popcorn balls and gave AJ some treats to munch on. 

Alfred had gotten through most of the movie when a few sharp raps echoed through the cavernous living room, making him jump and catching AJ’s attention. Oh god, it was a ghost wasn’t it? The ghost of Christmas Past. What did Alfred do to deserve this? The knocking came again. 

“Please go away, Mr. Ghost. I didn’t do anything wrong! Ask AJ!” He pleaded, burying himself into the cushions. 

“Oh please, I can name at least three times that make your claim a complete lie,” a familiar voice answered. 

This ghost sounded oddly like..

Arthur. 

Alfred groaned. Great, so much for a silent night. “Go away.” 

“Alfred Francis Jones, you will open this door immediately,” Arthur demanded, his tone making him sound like he was Alfred’s dad or something. 

“Why should I? Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do. And so do you.” 

Alfred rolled his eyes. “No, you all cancelled on me. I’m not going to be your second choice. Go bother Francis or something.”

Arthur gave a loud sigh and after a few seconds of silence, Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally gone. 

There was a sound of keys jingling and the door clicked open. Damn, he had forgotten about the extra key he had given Arthur. Why did he even give him that stupid spare key? It wasn’t like he visited all that often. 

Arthur invited himself in and stood with his arms crossed in front of Alfred. 

“Can I help you? Your kinda blocking the TV. Look, now how am I gonna know if the guy can actually catch Santa’s sleigh?” 

Arthur only quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen this movie thousands of times, you know how it ends. Now, get up.” 

“No.” 

“Alfred, you’re being immature.” 

“And you’re being an asshole, now move.” 

Arthur looked like he wanted to scream, but instead he took a deep breath and plopped himself down next to Alfred. He watched the movie with little interest, his arms still crossed. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I moved,” was Arthur’s only response. 

For the life of him, Alfred had no response to that. He turned back to the movie; it was almost over now, just a few more minutes left. They sat in silence until the end credits rolled in. Alfred looked back to Arthur. He was dressed in a red argyle Christmas sweater, a pair of khakis, and black dress shoes.  

Arthur was watching him silently. He knew full well Alfred didn’t like silence. After a few agonizing seconds, he spoke. “Can I talk now?” 

Alfred nodded, unsure where this was leading. “Hold on, I gotta get the cookies out of the oven.” 

They both walked to the kitchen and Alfred pulled the cookie trays out with an oven mitt. He left them on the counter to cool. 

Arthur cleared his throat and turned his body to face Alfred. He leaned into the countertop before opening his mouth to speak. “See, we all got to talking, and we love your parties; they’ve become a tradition of sorts, but we decided we’d take a different approach this year. Something smaller, perhaps. Something we could all contribute to.” 

Alfred nodded, but couldn’t help but still feel a bit betrayed. “And you couldn't have just told me that? You guys just bailed on me with no explanation.” 

Arthur shook his head and reached over to pull Alfred into an embrace. It was only then that Alfred realized he had been crying, his tears soaking through Arthur’s sweater. “I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t think it would hurt you so much.We wanted to surprise you.” 

AJ joined them in the hug, placing his paws on Alfred’s chest and licked his tears away. Arthur held him by his shoulders. “Now, now. Enough moping, we have a party to get to.” 

Alfred wiped his face and ran up stairs with a huge smile on his face.They hadn’t forgotten him. He almost started crying again. He pulled on his favorite ugly Christmas sweater and nicest shoes. He ran back down to the kitchen, but stopped short and turned to Arthur. “Wait, shouldn’t I bring something? You said we’re all contributing, right?’” 

“Yes,” Arthur thought for a moment and looked down at the still-hot cookies. “But I think you’ve got that covered.” 

Not long after, Alfred, Arthur, and AJ were on their way to Matthew’s house. 

When they arrived at the familiar house Alfred bolted to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later a muffled “coming” could be heard before the door was pulled open and Matthew stood in his own ugly Christmas sweater and a Santa hat. “Mattie!” Alfred ran forward and pulled Matthew into a tight hug. 

Matthew laughed and returned the hug, patting at Alfred’s back. “Hey, Al.” 

Arthur could be heard behind them struggling to get a hold of AJ. The dog had jumped out of the car before Arthur could grab his leash, and he raced around the car. Arthur couldn’t keep up and fell in the snow.

Matthew gasped and Alfred laughed before pulling away from the hug and whistling to AJ, who came running, leaving Arthur to pick himself up. “Just lovely,” he grumbled. Alfred helped him brush the snow off his sweater and the trio and AJ made their way inside. 

The usual group of friends were waiting. Ludwig and Feliciano sat by the fire as Feliciano talked animatedly, Yao and Ivan admired the Christmas tree while sipping from Christmas themed mugs, and Kiku helped Francis cook and set up the dining table. 

Alfred released AJ and the dog ran straight for Matthew’s Samoyed, Kumajiro. The two pounced and ran around the living room. “Aw they missed each other,” Alfred said.

Matthew gave Arthur a sheepish look. Arthur gave him a knowing look and nodded. 

“So, Alfred,” Matthew began. He cupped his hands together in what looked to be an attempt at motivating himself to speak. “We’re so sorry we didn’t tell you what we had planned.” Matthew could be such a worrywart sometimes. 

“It’s alright, Mattie. I know you didn’t mean anything by it,” Alfred said, “ I’m glad it was surprise, this party looks awesome. Oh, that reminds me, I brought cookies.” Alfred handed his tupperware of cookies to Matthew. 

Francis slipped out of the kitchen, pulled off his apron, and gave Alfred a big hug. “Mon cher, I’m so glad you decided to come!” 

Everyone else turned to him and greeted him warmly with a chorus of “hi!” and “so glad you made it!” Alfred felt a bit embarrassed that he had even doubted his friends. They didn’t ditch him, they were only trying to surprise him, and it definitely worked. Everything was so amazing. 

Matthew’s house, although a bit smaller than Alfred’s, was big enough that the decorations and food everyone had brought in fit perfectly. Wait, Alfred wasn’t told to bring anything for decorations. “Uh, should I have helped decorate?” he asked. 

Matthew looked confused for a moment before laughing. “Nah, you’re good. You and AJ being here brightens the atmosphere enough,” he said, giving Alfred a pat on the back. “Now come on, I got some of that Christmas stuffing you love so much.” 

Alfred wasted no time in running into the kitchen after him. 

[chaospenelope]

Stitched Together with You

Weeping Wood

Almost completed Chapter 1 of a writing prompt

Prompt made by BrannahGirl

“So this is where ye lived? I thought it be a bit more…Cozy.” Kit shielded his eyes as he stood in the wake of the hot sun. Walking closer the outstretched shadows gave his strained eyes relief.  The fox stood next to the brown bear at the gate that separated them from the mysterious building they searched for. The bunny climbed up it as if they weren’t twice their age. The larger golden bear remained in the vehicle behind them.

“Yeah, They all said that…” Plushy mused as they looked over the large mansion that stood shrouded by the forest that grew around it. The structure was very obscured as it was at the end of a long road that was also difficult to make out. “The four of us shared it with a bunch of other renters so it was basically an apartment complex. A very fancy one.” They jumped to the other side to unhitch the gate. It looked incredibly rusted. They thought for a moment they’d have to get their son to slam into it but found it easily unlocked. “Someone must’ve been here before us.”

The three of them pushed the gate aside and ran back to the car. The slam of the car doors made FredBear look up from his phone. “That was fast. Thought for sure I’d hav ta break it open.” He laughed his big hearty laugh.

“Wasn’t rusted shut after all. I’m thinking that grounds keeper still comes here. You know how much he loved the place.”

“Um, HoneyBun, He died.”

Plushy paused for a moment. “No, I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, He went missing before Robert was born, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean he’s dead! The guy was a loner who slept in the woods more often than his own house. Probably just decided to move out there.”

“Yeah…Then he was eaten.” He shifted the gear and the van started moving again.

“You said it was cramped, did you share a room with Uncle Teddy and Aunt Mango?” Freddy continued with the previous topic to end the silence.

“Had to, we wouldn’t be able to afford it otherwise.” FredBear shrugged. “We were just starting out then. I was going to the StarCourse College trying to work up enough credits to apply for scholarships to GraceWood. Your mother made most of the money then and their crafts weren’t as well known. Your Uncle was doing us a huge favor.”

“Which is why we never told him about the rumors all the other tenants used to say about us.” Plushy chimed in. FredBear nodded in agreement, fighting back the giggle with an amused smirk.

“Should I even ask?” Freddy asked dryly.

“They just thought we were swingers.” The bunny explained.

The road was mostly clear of any obstacles, overgrown with grass and small shrubbery. The only exception being occasional sapling tree. It was a straight and once wide road. The rose bushes that bordered it had become wild growing vines that climbed the trees behind them. The mansion stood tall and proud as if it had not been abandoned for thirty years. Though it was difficult to see if it suffered any damage due to the vegetation that now covered its brick walls it appeared to be completely intact.

“Our room was in the back on the third floor.” The older man sighed as he thought back. The car pulled up close to the front doors. “A lot happened here.”

They all undid their seatbelts and stepped outside the van. Plushy walked to the back of the van to grab and sling a backpack over their shoulder. The pebbles crunched under their feet as they walked toward the stairs. Kit reached the door first. He rested his paw on the handle and gently turned it. It resisted a bit but after he applied a little pressure the top hinge popped loose. He jumped back as it swung back to expose the entrance room.

“We’ll have to be careful. The floors might be rotten through.” Plushy said as They slipped carefully into the building. They hopped on the floor to test its strength causing their husband and child to flinch nervously. “It’s safe.” They assured them.

“Warn us next time.” Freddy sighed, getting over the rush of dread. “I’m beginning to think we should just head back. I really don’t think this is worth dying over. The ring might not even be here.”

“It has to be. There’s nowhere else it could be. It has to still be under that floorboard. It’ll be perfect for the wedding! Something old!”

“Why didn’t ye get a wire hanger or something?” Kit stepped carefully into the entrance. He looked around the large room still furnished with side tables, carpets, and paintings all dulled with age and dust.

“I couldn’t. It was too deep and at that point Dot had grown too big to do anything. Now that it’s abandoned we can just tear off the floor.” The Rabbit and Fox headed up the stairs carefully.

Freddy was lingered a bit, taking in the strange air. It felt like everyone had vanished without a trace but nothing felt still. There was still life in these walls.

“You smell that?” FredBear caught his attention. His snout rose as he sniffed around. “I smell…Pie.”

“Dad, what are you-?” Then he realized something that lingered there. The life that lived in those walls. The scent that was so familiar to him that it slipped his perception the first time. “Black and blue berry pie?”

“It smells like one of mine…” He noted as he wondered toward the doors tucked behind the base of the stairs.

“Where are you going Dad?”

“The Kitchen.” He answered simply. The floors creaked lightly under his weight. He placed his massive paw on the door with chipped white paint. Freddy followed his footing exactly, not wanting to test the floors too much. As the door swung open the scent became much stronger.

A smell that took him back to a small cub sitting at the counter as his father bent over the oven with old scorched oven mitts on each paw. The heat assaulted him as he reached in and pulled out the steaming pastry. Flaky butter infused crust holding the sugary bitter mix of different berries with a hint of cinnamon spice. He’d place the pan on the window to allow it to cool. It was as fragrant as a field of flowers but distinct in its own right.

“This is definitely a trap.”

“Son, you know I shared that recipe a lot right?”

“How does that explain any of this?”

“Foil, the groundskeeper your mother and I talked about earlier, really liked. He’d bake it everyday…” He leaned into the kitchen. “So he probably still makes it as a ghost.”

“He’s haunting this place?”

“Maybe, Just wanted to be sure. We can come back with the proper ingredients to help him pass on.”

“Are you allowed to do that off the clock?”

“Yea, I got a license after that Harem fiasco.”

“Oh, I-The, what?”

“Oh, It’s not that interesting…” He waved it off as he spotted the pastry placed on the oven top. The industrial sized stove stood at the very back of the large room. He walked towards it with Freddy trailing cautiously behind. He glanced around the room. This room was much more aged than the entrance. Many cracks sprawled along the walls. Some were more gaping holes filled with shadow. The cabinets were somewhat intact, only one out of the hundreds was off the hinges. The floor had scratches in the tile and cracked in-between. Some of the cracks were a little too straight, it was odd.

Then it hit him. He looked up at his dad in front of him, reaching over the oven to feel the heat rising off the pie. The scent was utterly delicious.

“Feels fresh!” He looked over at his son, confused by his look of horror.

“Dad, we have to-.” He could feel the floor loosen beneath him. His Father’s expression changing as he realized the same thing. He tried to reach out to grab him, but he lost his balance and fell in too.

  “It should be right around here.” Plushy walked along the old wooden floor. The room seemed slightly larger than most bedrooms but Kit could tell it would still be a bit cramped for four adults. There were small scraps of plain furniture left in the corner. The walls were eerily bare, with patches of paler pallet in the shape of the photos that once hung there. Kit knew The FazBear’s house so well he could tell which were where, well most of them anyway.

“You were the last ones here then?”

“Yeah, no one else wanted to move in. Rent was too high and the place was starting to go I guess. I mean they only had one guy keeping the place in shape.” She placed her bag on the ground and started to root through it. She pulled out a flashlight, hammer and crowbar. “Can you hold the flashlight please?”

“Aye.” He walked over to comply. Taking the light and turning it on flinching when it blared into his eyes. Shaking his head he redirected the beam to their workspace. Something in the small hole shined back. A glimmer of silver.

Plushy examined it for a few moments with a look that suggested they never expected to see it and had temporarily forgotten the foolproof plan they had concocted over the years. After snapping themselves out of it they put down the hammer and positioned the crowbar so that the flattened end hooked under the floor. It didn’t seem to budge but there was a distinct cracking noise.

“Maybe we should get FredBear to-”

“Nah I got it.” They insisted. Pushing on it harder the cracking became louder. They put all their weight onto the bar, but with all that force it only barely started to show a little splinting in the wood.

Kit didn’t say anything. He knew by the look on her face she was not in the mood to accept help. Either she’d tire herself out or she’d get it done.

She adjusted the bar, moving it further down. Trying and failing to find a weak point. She sighed angrily. “This piece of junk is a hundred years old! How could it still be this hard?” She threw the crowbar down and went back to her backpack. Kit jumped back a bit when he realized what they were grasping for.

“Oi, Miss FazBear, Ye really think ye should-.” He stopped himself as the rabbit knowingly gripped the axe. As if they had a used it many times before. He remembered how they’d split wood for the cauldron and the woodstove whenever the electricity went out.

They swung it at full force. The large snap made the floorboard shake as they made contact. They were both relieved to see the wood slightly caved in. Plushy prepared and threw five more strikes until the hole was wide enough for their arm. Kit held the light steady as they reached down. It didn’t serve much good since the bunny’s head was in the way but he liked to feel useful.

Their face pressed against the floor. Dust kicked up as they huffed. Every once in a while they’d lift their head up to check the shine of silver in the layer of dust and dirt. Then, with a broad swipe scooping up a handful of filth they lifted their paw with great anticipation.

Their slack jaw lifted to a smug smirk as the silver green ring revealed itself. It was small and decorated with small green and purple precious gem, but it was theirs.

“No stones are missing.” They turned to Kit cleaning the bits of dust that have given a false tarnished appearance. “Here, try it on. Your fingers look like they could be the same size as mine. We might not have to get it fixed.”

“Me?”

“Yes, this is for you. You’re going to be part of the family soon. Well, you already were, but you know it’s nice making it official.”

“Aye,” He smiled and reluctantly took the ring. He admired the jewelry, he loved jewels and precious metal. He could guess the exact monetary value if he wanted to but it was nothing compared to the lovely gesture. He tried to slip it onto his ring finger it was getting a bit snug so he took it off.

“Just wear it on your pinky until we get it fixed.”

“Aye, ‘tis good craftsmanship. Nice ta see emeralds and amethysts on a wedding ring instead of the usual diamond.”

“Is that what those are? We just liked the colors. I’m still surprised he managed to hide that from me.”

“Where is the Captain anyway?” He faced the still empty doorway. He was trying to recall weather or not he heard them following up the creaky stairs.

“I dunno, he and Freddy are probably checking the place out. You know, see how much it’s changed.” Foxy nodded silently. He walked over to the door and peeked out the hall. He felt his fur prickle up as he stared down the empty barren walls. Something his bones felt a sense of dread.

  Freddy woke up with a jerk. He couldn’t see anything but the dying candle next to his head. His body felt stiff but he managed to force himself to sit up. He started to tense up, feeling something pushing up his throat forcing him into a coughing fit. He gagged and clenched his throat as his body desperately fought to expel the foreign entity. The formless lump fell on his lap. He’ll never forget the strange texture similar to silky cotton on his tongue as he threw it up.

Oddly enough the substance did not feel wet with his saliva as he picked it up. It looked and felt like the size of a baseball. He looked over to the candle and brought the mass to the dim light. It seemed to shift away ever so slightly as the light hit it. It seemed to shift in transparency, almost squirming. Small black strings coiled, tangled, and twitching.

His eyes stared at the mass as he examined it closely. His still sleepy mind trying desperately to remember what had led him to this moment. The echo of another’s cough pulled his attention away.

[bangtanbabeloveyourself]

The Brothers Kim pt 2

Part: 2 of 4

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x female reader (mentions of Kim Taehyung + future Kim Namjoon)

Genre: Smut, college au

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary:  To pay for school, you decided to became a janitor. You were assigned to clean the most popular frat house on campus: Bangtansonyeondan. What you didn’t know, was that the three most popular brothers would still be there. Chaos insues and nothing gets cleaned.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door to find yourself in the kitchen. It was huge. A large dining table along one wall, two industrial size fridges against another wall, an island that could easily sit ten people, and a chef style stove and oven on the other side of that. This would be a bitch to clean.

But as you looked around, the kitchen was practically spotless. You wandered over to the island which was the only area that showed signs of life. There were a few different mixing bowls and containers of icing and sprinkles spread around. Someone was making a lot of dessert.

A loud ding interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see it was the oven timer. You looked around again and found no one else. So you grabbed the over mitts laying on the counter and started to take out the goods and set them down on the counter to cool.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You heard from a voice getting closer to the kitchen.

When the person rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen, he saw you standing near the oven and you could see relief wash over his face. “Oh thank God. I had to go deal with something and then I heard the ding. I thought they were going to burn!”

You shook your head as you tried to ignore the curious look he was giving you. You couldn’t figure out why he was staring at you until you went to rub your neck and you winced. You probably had hella hickeys. ‘Damn Taehyung.’

You cleared your throat. “Uh, no. They’re okay. I got to them in time.”

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a smile before walking over and wafting the scent of cookies to him. “Mmm. And good thing you did. I already have so much to make.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What for?”

He turned to the island and started to get the next batch of cookies on the tray as he spoke. “I put on a bake sale every summer to help fund theater programs at the local schools.”

“I should have known that. I heard you did a lot of charity work.”

He turned and smirked. “You know who I am?”

“Is there someone that doesn’t?” You retorted.

The grin on Jin’s face grew wide. “You’re right. It’s hard to forget such a handsome face.”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “I guess that’s true.”

He turned to put the cookies in the oven then stood up straight and looked you over again. He then pointed to your knee. “What happened there?” He asked, purposefully being ignorant to the marks on your neck.

Your face turned more red as you remembered your encounter with Taehyung. “Uhm. I fell, trying to help get some boxes down.”

He nodded, trying to fight a smile that was curling at his plush lips. “Uh huh.. Of course you did.”

You were about to question him but he smacked the counter. “Well, hop up here. We should get that bandaged up before it gets infected.”

“Oh, I’ll be alright. You don’t need to worry.” You said, trying to give him a reassuring smile.

He glared at you before crossing his arms. “If you don’t hop up here, I’ll drag you up here.”

Seeing how well that worked out for you last time, you sighed and lifted yourself up onto the island, crossing your legs at your ankles as you watched Jin.

He had walked over to another cabinet, pulling out a rather large first aid kit. “Can’t ever be too prepared in a house full of rowdy guys.” He said as he set it down next to you and fished out some ointment and a bandaid.  

You gave a nervous laugh as Jin spread your legs and positioned himself right between your legs. “Y-yeah. I couldn’t even imagine..” you said quietly, your voicing seemingly fading when his face reached eye level with your crotch. Despite having your shorts on, you felt extremely exposed in front of Jin with your panties missing. ‘Thanks Taehyung,’ you thought.

Jin gave you a soft smile before taking a disinfectant wipe and wiping your knee, causing you to wince. He apologized softly before he put some ointment on it and then placed the bandage on.

He smiled coyly up at you, tilting his head to the side. “Mmm. Something smells really good.”

You looked over to the cookies baking in the oven and nodded. “Those cookies do smell pretty good.”

He chuckled before shaking his head, letting his hand wander up from your knee to midway up your thigh. “Oh I’m talking about a different kind of cookie.”

Your face was suddenly on fire. “O-oh,” was all you managed to get out. You could feel Jin’s fingers gently caressing the inside of your thigh. This caused you to shiver and close your eyes.

Jin continued the caressing against your thigh. “Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think it’s very professional for the new janitor to show up to her first day with hickeys all over her.”

You opened your eyes and narrowed them at him. “I didn’t! That was Taehyung’s fault!” You gasped and covered your mouth with your free hand.

Jin laughed before moving his hand up to the hem of your shorts. “Ahhh. So it was Taehyung’s handiwork. I should have known. He loves leaving marks. He thinks it’ll keep us from playing.”

You blinked in surprise and Jin slide his hand inside your shorts, feeling your wetness with a satisfying groan and with no protests from you. “How selfish of him. He stole your panties too?”  He looked to you for confirmation.

You nodded and bit your lip. Your breathing was getting heavier as he continued to run his finger up and down your folds as he talked. “He’s really trying to keep you to himself. You must be something really special.”

He let go of your hand and removed his finger from your folds. He reached behind you to cup your ass for a moment, giving you a cheeky smile before he managed to pull your shorts clean off, tossing them over to the side.

The cold counter on your bare bottom caused you to gasp. You were now half naked in a very open kitchen. Anyone could walk in.

You wanted to protest but the feeling of Jin’s plush lips kissing up your thigh made you freeze. “If Taehyung is willing to be so selfish and try to keep you from his hyungs, you must be very valuable. I think I should properly investigate.” He said in between the kisses to your thigh.

He continued to kiss up your right thigh until he was inches from your crotch. You could see him lick his lips but he moved back down, starting at the knee on your left leg and repeating his trail of kisses.

Meanwhile, the urge to squeeze your thighs together was killing you. You needed some relief before you went mad. This caused you to let out a whimper when Jin’s lips ended only a few inches away again.

This caused him to look up at you, putting a fake pout on his lips. “Aww. It sounds like you’re miserable darling. Am I not being a good host? Should I stop?”

You shook your head. “ No, please,” you nearly begged, a whine caught in your throat.

He smirked before moving down to your sex, sticking his tongue out and giving it one agonizingly slow lick. It caused you to let out another whimper to his delight.

He said before licking another stripe up your lips. “So sensitive, baby girl. I love it.”

Before you had any time to respond, his mouth was on your clit. You cried out and grabbed his hair, holding onto it as he ate you. When you tugged on it, you heard a groan come from him. He continued his assault on your clit, soon moving a finger around your entrance, teasing you.

“F-fuck. Please.” You whined as you tugged his hair a little harder.

You could feel his smile against your sex before he stopped completely and looked up at you. “Please what, baby girl? Am I not doing a good enough job?”

You shook your head. “I need m-more.” You said, biting your lip.

He smirked before he slipped his finger inside you, making eye contact as he did. You groaned out, instantly starting to grind your hips against his hand for more friction.

“Oooh. Someone is impatient. You must really want to cum. Maybe Taehyung isn’t the only greedy one around here,” he teased before leaning down to give your clit a pinch.

You cried out, your hips momentarily freezing as a wave of pleasure washed through your body. You looked down at Jin with hooded eyes, your mouth parted and panting. You were a sight to behold and Jin couldn’t stop staring.

You realized he was staring and your cheeks stayed red far longer than necessary. You immediately closed your legs as Jin stood and walked over to grab your shorts for you. He was fighting a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. ‘Smug bastard,’ you thought.

He set your shorts down next to you before he grabbed you by your waist and helped you off of the counter. Once he made sure you were stable, he walked back over to the oven, checking on the cookies.

While his attention was turned away, you shimmied your shorts back on. Once everything was back in order, you walked over to grab the paper towels and the cleaner spray that you found under the sink. You sprayed down the spot you had sat at and began to clean it.

As you were wiping, you felt arms on your waist and someone against your back. Jin ran his lips down your jaw before placing a soft kiss on your neck atop the many hickeys left by Taehyung. “I think Taehyung may have been right this time. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He then gave your neck a little nip. “You might want to get moving on to another part of the house or someone may get suspicious.”

You bit your lip but nodded. You took the dirty paper towels and threw them away, putting the cleaning spray away as well. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jin, but you knew he had his eyes on you the entire time. When you walked out of the kitchen, you finally heard him open up the oven.

You took the opportunity and bolted down the hallway to the only opened door you could see. You quickly shut the door behind you, leaning against it and closing your eyes as you let out a sigh. First you were finger fucked by Kim Taehyung. Then you got eaten out by Kim Seokjin. ‘What in the fuck is going on?’ You thought.

You heard someone shuffle in front of you and your eyes flashed open only to be greeted by a big dimple grinned man looking curiously at you. “And who could you be?”

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A Fish May Love A Bird

Pairing: GabrielxReader

Characters: Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Cas, au!Charlie Bradbury, Rowena, Jack Kline, mentions of other bunker residents

Word Count: 8009 (aaaahhhhh!!!! how did that happen?!)

Warnings: angst, some fluff, major blood loss, jealousy, idk what else

Summary: Gabriel wants to throw a Halloween masquerade. Reader is starting to realize feelings that weren’t there before. (i still suck at summaries)

A/N: this was inspired by this month’s Trope prompt on @gabriel-monthly-challenge Prompt: Mistaken or hidden identity because someone is in a costume or mask. It started out as a small idea, and snowballed from there. took inspiration from the movie Ever After (switched up the quote a bit to fit the characters better).

One Week Till Halloween

You were in the kitchen when you heard the bunker door thud shut. Cas and Dean were sitting at one of the tables in the library looking for a new case. You went about fixing dinner for your various new housemates until you heard Sam call for you from the library. You set the timer on the oven and walked out to see what he wanted.

“Yeah, Sam?” You walked into the library and saw the three men standing around a huge package set on one of the tables.

“Did you order something, y/n? This was waiting for us at the post office, but there’s no name on it. It’s just addressed to our P.O. Box; there’s no return address either.” Sam looked over to you as Cas reached out to the box slowly, face scrunched up as though trying to sense if there was anything unnatural inside it.

“No, I haven’t ordered anything since before our last case. Maybe one of the new guys did?” You walked over to the table and inspected the box. The box itself was unremarkable, but the shipping label, oddly enough, was handwritten in a long flowing script, almost as though it had been made with a quill. It was strange, to say the least.

Dean looked up from the box and shook his head. “No. We haven’t told any of them the address to it yet. Sam, go grab an E.M.F. meter, would ya? See if there’s anything haunted or cursed in there before we just go tearing it open.”

Sam went to grab the one he kept in his room and hurried back. He turned it on and moved it over the box, but nothing triggered it. Setting the meter down on the table, Sam pulled the box closer, reaching to undo the tape on the side of the wrapping.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sammy. Isn’t it a federal crime to open other peoples’ mail?”

The four of you whipped around, weapons drawn automatically to face the unexpected voice.

“Brother”, Castiel sighed, slowly lowering his angel blade.

“Goddammit, Gabriel! We could have shot you, you know?” Dean holstered his gun, exasperated as always with the Archangel’s habit of turning his appearances into a jump-scare. “And what do you care if we open the box, anyways?”

“I care because it’s mine. I had wanted to make it a surprise for everyone, but Samsquatch beat me to it.” Gabriel sauntered from the entryway, stopping by your side, and taking the box from Sam.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity and ask, “So, what’s the surprise then?”

“Well, sweet cheeks, I could tell ya, but I’d rather show ya.” He scoops the box into his arms and turns to walk back the way he came. The four of you stare at him in confusion as he stops in the doorway, calling over his shoulder, “Make sure everyone gathers here after dinner, okay?”

A frown tugs at the corners of your lips as he continues back to his room. What the hell? Now, you were even more curious about his big secret. You turn back to the guys and shake your head. You decide there’s nothing for it but to wait and see, so you head back to the kitchen to finish up the cooking. The sooner everyone eats, the sooner you get to find out what’s in the box.

As you wait for the casserole to finish so you can start baking the variety of pies you prepared for dessert, you let your mind wander back to Gabriel. You had been hunting with the boys for a few years now and had heard quite a few stories about the tricky Archangel. When you had met him a few months ago, after Ketch had rescued him, and after he completed his ‘Kill Bill’ mission, the two of you had quickly developed a friendship. You found his silly puns and flirty looks a refreshing change from all the overprotective-brother vibes you’d received from the Winchesters and Cas.

Of course, you always gave as good as you got. He’d give you one of his smoldering smirks and you would toss back a playful wink and a bubbly giggle. You knew it was all in good fun, and what could you say; you enjoyed the attention. The band of survivors you guys had brought back from apocalypse world were nice and all, but none of the guys seemed to care much for actual flirting. You couldn’t really blame them though, they were nearly a decade out of practice. Those guys, they preferred to jump straight to the finish line. You, on the other hand, preferred the thrill of the chase; even if you didn’t get caught in the end. That’s what made Gabriel such good company. At least, until recently. Lately, something in the dynamic had shifted. When he winked at you, sometimes you would feel a shiver start its way up your spine. Or you would feel your heart start to race when he made one of his flirty comments. Somewhere along the line, you had started to fall for that golden-eyed trickster.

The buzzing of the oven timer brought you out of your thoughts and you shook your head to clear it. You heaved a sigh as you took out the casserole, and nearly dropped it as you realized that in your distracted state, you had only put on one oven mitt. You let out a loud hiss at the pain, quickly setting the dish down on the counter. Running over to the sink, you turned the water as cold as it would get and shoved your hand under the faucet to stop the heat from causing further damage.

You let out a curse as you kept your hand there for a minute. After you pulled your hand from under the water, you gave it a close look. It had turned an ugly red color in a big patch on your palm. You tentatively tried closing your hand and immediately let out a yelp. You called out for angelic help. You had meant to send out a mental call to Cas but at the last second, your brain switched gears and reached out for Gabriel. Help.

He appeared before you with a soft flutter of hidden wings, on full alert at your less-than-specific plea. His shoulders relaxed when he saw there was no one else in the room. He steeped over to you, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Jeez, cupcake! A cry like that, I was ready for some serious trouble. What happened?”

His eyes softened when he saw the way that your jaw was clenched and how you cradled your burning hand close to your chest.

“Just me being a klutz again. Burned my hand taking dinner out of the oven”, you gritted through your teeth.

He slowly pulled your hand towards him and placed a finger on the center of your palm as gently as he could. Soft, while light glowed from it and you could feel the pain receding as your skin returned to its healthy, normal shade. You looked up at him and could see a spark of blue fading from his eyes as his Grace settled back within him. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sugarplum. Besides, can’t have you going off fighting monsters with a burnt hand, can we”, he winked at you, still holding your hand in his. “Now, I’ll just let you get back to it. I’m sure everyone’s good and hungry by now.”

With that, he let your hand drop from his and leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as he often did any time you had gotten injured. Your eyes had closed at the touch and you didn’t open them till after you heard his tell-tale flutter of wings. You sighed and leaned your head back against a cabinet. What have you gotten yourself into now, you thought as you got back to putting the pies in the oven. You have got to get a grip.

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You managed to finish cooking everything without further incident and were just bringing out dessert when Gabriel and Castiel showed up to join everyone at the two long tables that now occupied the newly proclaimed dinning area. Being angels, they didn’t need to eat of course, but both of them usually came out for dessert or even just for the company. Angels weren’t meant to be solitary beings, after all. The pair of them took their seats as Dean went about passing out slices of pie to everyone.

Gabriel catches your eye from across the table and shoots you a quick wink, grabbing a slice of the double-chocolate mousse pie you knew he tended to favorite. You smiled back softly, feeling a sigh catch in your throat. You vaguely hear Charlie saying something to you on your left and manage to pull your attention away from the sugar fiend to focus on her. “Sorry, what?”

Charlie giggles quietly and quirks an eyebrow at you. “I was just saying how great this pumpkin pie is. There’s no way this came out of a can. Your baking game is definitely on tonight, I’m kinda jelly.”

“Thanks, Char. I’m glad you like it, it’s a family recipe, much better than store bought. If you want, I can teach you how to make it. I could use some help with the desserts, Sam and Dean are awful at it.” You continue a light conversation with Charlie as everyone enjoys their pie. Your attention now fully redirected, you fail to notice how often Gabriel flicks his gaze over to you.

Soon enough, plates are empty, silverware set down and conversations are winding down as the feeling of full and satisfied bellies start to lull everyone in to a relaxed state. Before anyone can leave the room, Sam stands up and asks you all to meet in the library in five minutes, and your interest is once again sparked as you remember about Gabriel’s secret delivery. Cas is on clean up duty tonight, which takes all of two seconds as he snaps the dishes from the table, cleaned and put back in their respective cabinets and drawers. You follow the others to the library where you and Dean immediately head over to get a drink from the Men of Letters stash of aged whiskey. You pour out two glasses and head over to where Charlie is standing and hand her one. Three minutes later, Gabriel enters, carrying the large box from earlier, still unopened.

“So, Gabriel, end the suspense already. What’s the big surprise”, Dean asks, throwing him an annoyed look.

“Well, I thought that since Halloween is right around the corner, and you guys haven’t had the chance to celebrate a holiday in, like, forever, why not throw a party? And not just any party; a masquerade!” With that, he snaps open the box and pulls out its contents to reveal a bunch of masks, no two alike.

“A party?” Sam starts objecting, “Look, I really don’t think…”

“No! He’s right.” You look up from the pile of masks on the table and face Sam. “We should celebrate. We deserve to. Lucifer is dead, Michael is stuck in that other world forever, things haven’t been this close to normal in a very long time. What more reason do we need?” You stare at Sam, hope in your eyes. You truly do believe a night of fun will do everyone a world of good.

Sam glances over at Dean, a silent conversation being played out between them as the rest of you just sit there. After a minute, Dean simply shrugs and walks back over to the whiskey, bringing the bottle back to the table to pass around. “Okay. Masquerade it is, then. Well, Gabriel, tells us all the rest of your idea.”

“Oh, thank Father! I thought I was gonna have to do a bit more convincing to get the Buzzkill Brigade on board.” Gabriel smirked up at Sam, who just groaned and rolled his eyes. “Anywho, back to business. This isn’t gonna be just your average costume party. I’m talking full-scale Ball, capital ‘B’! And, to keep things interesting, with everyone’s consent of course, I’d like to have Rowena cast a spell that will distort everyone’s vision, just enough to not be able to discern any identifying factors. You know, height, eye color, all that jazz.” Gabriel looked over at Rowena questioningly. She simply nodded in response.

“Is that really necessary, brother?” Castiel quirked his head, confused.

“Of course, it’s not necessary, little bro. It just makes it more fun! Jeez, have learned nothing in the past ten years?” Gabriel looked back at his brother in disbelief before turning back to the rest of the hunters who were actually starting to look quite interested in the idea. “As I was saying, no one is going to be able to identify each other until they choose to reveal themselves. This spell will also be placed on Cas and myself just to keep things fair. Now, so that no one will know who picked which mask, I’ve made it so that each of you can simply think of the mask you want, and it will get sent to your room. If someone has already chosen the mask, you’ll hear a little buzzer go off in your mind letting you know to pick another one, if not, you’ll hear a ding. So, if all of you would come over and look through the pile and make your decisions.

Gabriel stepped back to let everyone gather around the table and you got up to join them. You were surprised that even Ketch and Bobby seemed begrudgingly intrigued by the whole thing; they too were sifting through the masks, Ketch making a face every now and then at absurdity of some of them. You started looking through the pile, stopping here and there to admire a few of the more unique ones; a black old-fashioned Venetian mask with a silver pattern on it, a brass deer mask with antlers and even ears sticking out from it, a golden-colored wolf one and even a feathered mask with horns on either side that looked quite devilish.

Finally, you landed on particular mask and somehow knew immediately it was the one you wanted. It had two white Koi fish wrapped around the eyes with ornate sky-blue fins making up the rest of the face. The detail put into it was beautiful. You gently set it back down and kept the image of it firmly in your mind. Two seconds later, you heard a soft ding inside your head. You spent another minute looking around at the masks just to throw off the scent if anyone happened to be paying any attention. Although you weren’t sure why, you felt yourself getting swept up in the moment and wanted to be sure you did this right. If Gabriel wanted everyone to be strangers for the party, then a stranger you would be.

A few minutes later, everyone seemed to have made their decisions as, all at once, the masks evaporated into thin air. Resisting the urge to run straight to your room to check for your mask, you walked over to join Gabriel, Castiel, and the Winchesters as the rest of the group dispersed for the night, most of them still abuzz with plans to go shopping for costumes to wear. It made your heart light to see them so happy for once. The survivors had gone through so much over the past nine years, they deserved to have some fun, without having to worry about what might be lurking out in the night. It had taken a couple months for them to get adjusted to this world, but most of them seemed to be doing quite well. Freedom can a lot for a person.

You sat down between Sam and Gabriel and reached over to grab the bottle from Dean that was, surprisingly, still half full. “So, what on Earth made you decide we needed a party, Gabriel?”

“Well, you know me, I love a good party. This seemed like the perfect reason. Besides, what you said to Sam was exactly the case I was gonna make. You guys have been hunting non-stop for years, the people we brought back have been fighting for their lives for the longest time, and…well, I thought it was high time Jack got to let loose and have some fun.”

It didn’t escape your notice, the way he skirted past his own horrible experiences over the past nine years. You gave him a warm smile as you felt your heart squeeze in your chest at the thought of what he had been through. He had opened up to you a bit more than he had with the boys about what Asmodeus had done to him. He was far from fully recovered; you doubted he ever would be, but his Grace was back completely now and his mind seemed to wander less.

“I gotta admit, I’m already excited about it. I’m sure it’ll be a great way for Jack to spend his first Halloween. Just don’t forget, he’s got a soft spot for nougat.” With that, you got up, hugged everyone good night and headed back to your room.

Sure enough, your Koi mask was there, waiting for you on your pillow. You picked it up to look it over again, before placing it carefully in the warded lock-box you kept under bed. Mask hidden from any potential spoil-sports, you changed into your night clothes and quickly drifted off for the night.

Five Days Till Halloween

You came down the bunkers’ stairs with Charlie and Rowena, arms full of shopping bags. The three of you had decided to go the mall two towns over to pick out what you would each be wearing to the party. So far, you had all managed to keep each other from seeing what you had bought. You hoped to keep it that way. You had found the perfect dress to go with your mask and you wanted to see everyone’s reactions all at once on Halloween. It was an ankle-length, light blue mermaid-style gown, complete with sequins that looked like fish scales. The dress hugged your curves in all the right ways, though you doubted that would matter much, once Rowena’s spell went into effect. To go with it, you had also bought a pair of white strappy heels. The three of you went off to your rooms to put your things away and agreed to meet in the war room in ten minutes. Rowena needed some help preparing a few ingredients for the distortion spell she would be using on everyone at the party.

You entered the war room to find Rowena setting out some jars and bunches of dried herbs. You stepped over to the map table and looked around at the items spread out before you. “Exactly how complicated is this spell, Ro? There’s, like, fifty different things here.”

“Oh, the spell itself is quite simple. It’s the preparation that’s the bitch. Could’ve done with a bit more warning from the sweet-toothed angel. Thanks for the help, by the way.” Rowena gave you a small smile. For years, even in the midst of being enemies, the two of you had been rather amicable with each other. Now that she was firmly on team Winchester, she had softened towards you even more, in some moments, almost motherly. You didn’t question it, you knew she still wasn’t over the loss of Crowley, and if you could relieve a bit of that pain, you were glad to do it.

As you smiled back, Charlie entered and joined you at the table. “So, ladies, where do we start?”

Rowena looked between the two of you and pursed her lips. “It’s a bit boring, I’m afraid. Mostly just need to get these herbs ground up and ready to be steeped. I’ve worked out the math on how much we’ll need for the spell to work on 30 people for a full evening.” She pulled out a piece of paper from her spell-book and set it in front of you. “Each herb needs to be kept separate until the spell is about to be done. Let’s get to work, girls!”

Three hours later, you put the last of the ground chamomile into its jar, groaning as you twisted the lid tight, your hand aching from all the chopping. Right on cue, you heard a flutter of wings behind you. Gabriel came up beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder. You whipped your head up at him and were met with a beaming smile. “Heya, cupcake. You okay?”

“Yeah. Just my hand cramping up”, you replied with a wince as a flare of pain ran from your wrist to the tips of your fingers.

His hand ran down from your shoulder, along your arm, causing minute goosebumps, and he wrapped your hand in his, letting his Grace heal you. You let out a sigh of relief as the warmth traveled through you. His touch lingered a minute and you could feel the little aches pains gained from a day of shopping leave your body. You flashed him a shy smile. “Thanks, Gabe. What would I do without you?”

“Ah, sugar, without me, you’d be living the same life, just more boring and with more sore muscles.” He let go of your and shot you a wink before turning to check on Charlie.

You looked across the table to see Rowena staring back, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her lips. What, you mouthed at her. She simply shook her head and gave you a knowing look. You looked away first, a flush rising to your cheeks. After Gabriel helped Charlie with her aches, and Rowena denied needing healing, he stuck around to help you gather everything up to take back down to the room where Rowena kept all the things she needed for spells.

Just as the four of you came back up the stairs, Dean was setting out everything for dinner; it was build-your-own-burger night. Gabriel gave your shoulder a squeeze and left to go find Castiel. You headed over to the dinner table eagerly, you loved Dean’s burgers and had worked up quite an appetite. The only downside to when Dean did the cooking was that dessert would be store-bought. Luckily, there was an Archangel on hand who was more than happy to snap up something better, if need be. You ate your fill and went to bed soon after, the events of the day having as much of an effect on you as a grueling hunt.

Two Days Till Halloween

You paced back and forth in the library, coffee mug in hand, watching Sam clack away on his laptop. After being cooped up in the bunker the last two days with nothing to do except ponder over Wednesday’s party, you felt restless. Most of the other hunters were still out on cases they had left to investigate days ago. Dean, Cas, and Ketch were in Ohio chasing some rugaru. Mary and and Maggie were tracking down a wraith a few states over. The rest were spread out all over. Only a handful of you had stayed back.

“Anything. Just find something for me to fight. I don’t care what it is. Ghost, werewolf, hell, I don’t care if Gabriel has to zap us down to the border for a damn Chupacabra hunt!” You had stopped your pacing to stand beside Sam, hovering there as he looked through news sites for anything that might even hint at a case.

A minute or so later, he looked up from the screen. “Think I got something. It’s down in Iola, ‘bout an hour and a half away. A couple of bodies were found, drained.”

“Guess we didn’t totally wipe out the Fang Gang after all. Well, let’s take down a few more, shall we?” You left to go gear up, a gleeful spark flashing in your eyes at the prospect of a hunt. You decided to call Charlie, who had made a quick run into town with Jack to see if they wanted to join. Jack was well on his way to becoming a proficient hunter and something like this should be great practice for the kid. Charlie agreed and showed up at the bunker ten minutes later, just as you had finished gathering everything together.

The four of you piled into one of the cars in the garage; you decided to sit in the back with Jack to go over some last minute tips and to test how much he remembered about how to deal with vamps. About thirty minutes into the drive, he pulled out a few of the candy bars he had stocked up on earlier, passing them around. You thanked him and let out a chuckle as he tore into a 3 Musketeer’s bar, noting he still hadn’t given up his love of nougat. The kid had really grown on you in the past year and half, he was like the little brother you never got to have.

 full case fic here 

Eight Hours Later

Gabriel, h-help. Please, we need you…You hoped he would hear your broken plea as you struggled to hold on to consciousness.

The fight had gone horribly wrong. There had been more blood-suckers than you had been prepared for. You and Charlie had gotten separated from Sam and Jack; the three vamps you girls had been flirting with at the bar in town, in an attempt to get them alone, had quickly overpowered you once a few more of their clan had shown up, effectively distracting Sam as he tried to make his way over to the pool tables where you and Charlie were. You remember Jack trying to use his Nephilim powers against the vamps as you were being dragged out into the alley behind the bar. The last thing you heard before being knocked out was Sam yelling.

When you woke, you found yourself in what looked like an abandoned factory. Your head was pounding; you tried to reach up to check for blood, only to find your action stopped by the manacles around your wrists. They had chained you to the wall, Charlie similarly bound a few feet to your left. “Charlie? Charlie, can you hear me? Are you okay? Char, Charlie please answer me.”

The only response you got was a soft groan, but at least you knew she was still alive. There was still hope. Your head throbbed again and your vision blurred. You struggled to think of what to do next. You bit back a moan as you registered a pain in your shoulder. You turned your head to look, and could see now that your sleeve was completely soaked through with blood; you couldn’t remember how that had happened. Unable to think of anything else to get you out of this mess, not knowing how long you had till the vampires returned, you prayed to the one person you could think of in that moment. The one person you wanted to see most right now. Gabriel…please…hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold on…help us…Sam, Jack, I-I don’t know where they are. Your thoughts rambled on as you tried to stay awake. A few seconds later you heard the flutter of wings followed by a panicked voice.

“Y/n, y/n, oh Father, what happened?!” Gabriel crouched by your side, immediately snapping you free from your chains. “Sweetheart, stay with me now. I’m gonna get you outta here in a second, just hold on.”

You raised your head weakly to look at him as he went to check on Charlie. “You came. Oh, thank God, you came. Is she…?”

Gabriel pressed his fingers to Charlies’ forehead and her eyes fluttered open, widening as she took in her surroundings. “She’s fine, y/n. Charlie, can you stand? It looks like y/n’s lost a lot of blood, I’m gonna have to carry her.”

“Yeah, I think so”, Charlie groaned out as she attempted to do so. She was a bit wobbly at first but was able to lean against the wall as Gabriel rushed back over to you.

He knelt over you, brushing back sweat-matted hair from your face. You winced as he gingerly scooped you into his arms, careful not to touch your injured shoulder. “I gotcha sugar. I gotcha. Just hold on a little longer.” Once he had you, he grabbed Charlies’ hand and flew you both back to the bunker.

You had landed in the Dean Cave and Gabriel immediately laid you down on the couch, crouching at your side. Charlie hovered at the end of the couch, behind your head, not wanting to leave you till you were healed. “You can help her, right?”

“Of course, I can. I just needed to get you out of there first, this is gonna take more time to heal than your injuries. I got Sam and Jack back too, by the way; you might want to go let them know you’re safe.” He cupped your face and gently turned it away so he could get a better look at the wound.

The vamps had nearly drained you, it was a miracle you had held on as long as you did. One hand still caressing your cheek, he splayed the other one over your shoulder and you let out a soft gasp as the warm of his Grace spread through you. You closed your eyes as you felt your body healing, a flush rising to your face as you regained the blood levels to do so. Sure, Gabriel had had to heal you before, but it had never felt this intimate. He usually didn’t have to place his hand directly on the wounds, a touch on the head was always sufficient. This was different. His hand lingered on your shoulder a second longer than needed. You were afraid to look at him, afraid of what you might say. Instead, you focused on keeping your pulse steady.

“Sugar, look at me.” Gabriel nudged your face in his direction and you opened your eyes. You couldn’t quite read the look on his face. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me? That was too close a call. Next time, you call for me as soon as shit starts to hit the fan, okay?”

You nodded meekly, attempting to sit up. “Sorry. Everything happened so fast. Is everyone else okay? Brain’s still a bit foggy, you got the others back, right? Is the nest dead?”

“Shh, slow down. Everyone’s fine, I got them back, safe and sound. I’ll take care of the nest in a minute. I needed to heal you first.” Gabriel’s hands dropped down from your face as you swung your legs off the couch and pulled yourself upright. He took your hands in his and held your gaze. “I meant what I said. Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again. We can’t afford to lose you.” With that, he stood up and placed a small kiss to your forehead before walking towards the door. “I’ll let the others know you’re okay before I go take out the rest of those bastards. Get some rest. You’ve got a party to go to in about 48 hours, kiddo.”

After he left the room, you leaned back, shutting your eyes again as you tried to process everything that had just happened. You tried to make sense of Gabriel’s sudden seriousness and the look in his eyes as he had admonished you. You had never seen him so worried before. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you fought back the wave of exhaustion washing over you. Gabriel was right, you needed rest.

You made your way through the bunker, finding the others in the war room. You hugged them all, glad they were safe, and made your way to your room. You changed into a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt and plopped onto the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Halloween

You spent the past forty hours or so recovering from that disaster of a hunt. Gabriel had healed you up, but the effects of losing that much blood still took a small toll on you. You had slept through most of yesterday, waking for small periods of time to eat and shower. You lounged around in the Dean Cave for a few hours earlier today and then had decided to head back to your room to start getting ready for the party.

After taking a steaming hot shower you dried your hair and styled it before slipping into your dress. You applied a modicum of make-up, not bothering to do the full routine since the distortion spell would probably make it pointless. You still had thirty minutes till the party started so you sat on your bed and let your mind drift off.

Your mind called up the images from the other day, when Gabriel had rescued you. The look of horror on his face when he found you chained to the wall, half-dead. You had never seen him look so scared. He had been so gentle with you, as if one wrong move might finish you off. Then when he was healing you, the look in his eyes as his Grace patched you up inside. Something was different about the way he looked at you then. It was as if he had suddenly stumbled upon some revelation that had been hidden in plain sight.

You pulled your mind from that image not wanting to dissect it further. Instead, you thought back to the feeling of being held in his arms for that briefest of moments as he brought you back to the bunker. You had never felt so safe in your life. Even as you struggled to stay awake, you trusted those arms not to drop you, not to let anything else hurt you. You thought of the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, the other one cradling your cheek. So warm against your freezing skin.

There was no hiding from the truth now. The way you felt in those moments, surrounded by him, you knew you were in love and there was no going back. Sighing, you shook your head to clear it, checking the time. Five minutes. You got up, took a final look in the mirror, and pulled on your mask, taking care not to muss your hair. As you went to grab the doorknob, you felt an odd sensation wash over you. You placed your hand flat against the door to steady yourself as your head swam. Rowena had warned you all that the spell would make you dizzy for a moment, but she hadn’t told you when she was going to be casting it.

You went back to the mirror to check it had worked. You could see yourself clear enough, but you couldn’t make out the color of your eyes. It seemed to be continuously fluctuating from shades of a deep brown up to a light blue. The same thing was happening with your hair, and your lips kept changing in shape and lipstick shade. The only things about your appearance that remained the same was your costume. Well, you could see why Gabriel wanted to use this spell. It would be nearly impossible to tell anyone apart this way.

Once you’d adjusted as best you could, you finally walked out of your room and headed to the library, where Gabriel had said the main part of the party would be held. As you got to the entryway, you froze and gasped at the beauty before you. The room had been completely transformed. Gabriel had tapped into his Trickster magic to make the library at least three times bigger, with a great arching ceiling and giant columns stretching up from a marble floor. There were sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candle sconces along the walls. You felt as though you were stepping into a forgotten century.

Against the walls were tables overflowing with candy, desserts and drinks. Gabriel had chosen a simple color pattern of black and white, which just lent more to the austere glamour of it all. You walked into the room slowly, soaking it all in. You were the first to arrive. You had all been told that you were only to head to the party once the spell had set in, and that each of you would feel it at different times. It seemed Gabriel was leaving little to chance. You smiled to yourself at how much effort he had put into tonight.

Within about half an hour, almost everybody had arrived. You looked around at all the beautiful costumes the other hunters had managed to come up with. Most of the men had decided on suits or tuxes that matched well with there masks, and the women wore dresses of varying lengths and styles. One woman, you couldn’t quite tell if it was Mary or Rowena, wore a floor-length black gown with sequins along the bodice to go with the silver and black mask she donned, which had long black feathers coming up from the top of it.

Once everyone had arrived, music started out of nowhere. Not just any regular music like you would hear at a party not being thrown by an over-dramatic Archangel, classical music. You chuckled as you heard Mozart’s Don Giovanni start up. Leave to him to choose music no one would know how to dance to. As soon as the thought entered your mind, a few of the hunters headed to the center of the room, paired up and started dancing a perfect minuet. You gaped at them as they danced lightly across the floor, absolutely confident in every step. No doubt this was also Gabriel’s doing. If only you could figure out which one was him. His tell-tale honey- colored hair was nowhere in sight among the ever-changing shades of brown, black, blonde and red. As it had been in your mirror, the only things that didn’t change were the masks and costumes. Maybe you could figure out which costume would suit him most.

You were already fairly certain that the man in the bronze colored deer mask was Sam and that the mask that was covered in brown and black feathers, with devilish looking horns on either side was being worn by Dean. The suits they were wearing looked quite similar to the ones they wore when pulling the FBI schtick. The man in the sharp black tux with the silver-trimmed, iron-hued mask definitely had to be Ketch, only he could pull that look off.

Finally, your eyes stopped on a man over on the other side of the room, sitting with some of the women, head thrown back in laughter. You recognized the mask from when you were looking through them, deciding on your own. It was a sturdy-looking golden wolf mask, absolutely exquisite in detail. That had to be him. The suit he was wearing was plain, but of great quality and looked perfectly tailored. You felt a shiver run through you as you watched him. He must have said something funny, the girls sitting around him giggled and one of them reached out to grasp his hand. He leaned in closer to her to whisper something, careful of the mask’s nose.

Your stomach sunk at the sight of him being so close to the woman. You turned away quickly and went over to one of the snack tables. You grabbed a flute of champagne and downed it in a gulp before grabbing another and filling a small plate with chocolate-covered strawberries and a few mini milky ways. You walked over to one of the tables by the entrance and sat down heavily. So much for a fun night. To think you had fooled yourself into thinking he might possibly feel the same way you did. Maybe you had just put too much stock into the look on his face the other night. It was nothing more than someone being worried for their friend.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize right away that someone had joined you at the table. Not till you heard him speak.

“I’m sorry. What?” You looked over to see a man in an all black suit, wearing a black Venetian mask covered in a silver pattern. The nose of the mask was almost like a beak. You chanced a look at his eyes and saw how they swirled from a rich brown to sea blue and back again.

“I said, are you okay? It’s hard to tell exactly, with this spell on us, but you look a bit down.”

You thought you recognized something in his speech pattern and the way his eyes kept going back to blue every few seconds was leading you to think that it was Castiel you were sitting with. As he talked, you took in his posture, slightly stiff, and his head was tilted in that bird-like gesture he often used when he was unsure of something.

You sighed and decided not to beat around the bush about how you were feeling. He didn’t know who you were, after all. “Just…I don’t know, jealous I guess.”

“Jealous? Of who?” Sensing the seriousness of the matter, he stood and offered his hand to you.

You thought for a second and took it. He led you over to a quieter spot where no one could overhear you. As you crossed the room, your eyes wandered back to the wolf mask. He had led the girl he was talking to out onto the dance floor. They looked so graceful, gliding across the floor in a perfect waltz. You blinked away the tears trying to fight their way out and tore your eyes from them. Cas called your attention back to him when you’d reached a spot slightly hidden from the rest of the room.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

You let out a sigh, trying to find the words. “It’s Gabriel. Lately, I don’t know, I thought something had changed between us. The way he’s been looking at me. There’s this new gentleness to the way he touches me, I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” You trailed off and looked up at Cas. He looked confused still, the look on his face asking you to go on. “I guess I was just reading too much into it. I was starting to hope he felt the same as I do. I, I love him. But look at him,” you gestured over to the dance floor, “there he is, dancing with someone else. Flirting to his Grace’s content. I was a fool to think he could ever look at me as more than a friend.” You looked back at Cas, “After all, a fish may love a bird , but where will they live?”

“Then I shall have to make you wings.” He reached out a hand to cup your face, his other hand slowly lifting the mask from his face.

“Gabriel!?” you gasped. “I, I thought you were Castiel! Oh, God, I’m gonna be sick.” You tried to turn away but he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Please, take off your mask. Let me see you.”

You let out a shaky breath, looking into his eyes. They were once again golden, now that he had revealed himself to you. Your heart raced as you raised your free hand to take off your mask. “There. Now you know.”

“I hoped it was you.” That was all he said before he slid his hand up from yours, to the back of your neck, leaning in until he was just an inch from your lips. “I love you, too sugar. I have for some time now. I almost lost you the other night. I’ll never let that happen again.”

He closed that last inch of space and pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds, you broke through the shock, and kissed him back. Your hands wound around his neck, your fingers winding in his hair as you deepened the kiss, parting your lips in invitation. His tongue slid over yours slowly, the taste of chocolate overpowering the champagne that lingered on yours. After a minute, he pulled back.

“Now, I believe I said something about wings?” He snapped his fingers and stepped back. You felt a new weight on your back and turned your head to see a pair of light blue butterfly wings strapped over your now shimmering blue silk dress. The dress flowed down to the floor, sparkling in the candlelight. You looked down at the forgotten mask in your hand to find that it, too, had changed. Gone were the fish; it was now covered in blue lace and a pair of wings flared out from one side. You smiled up at Gabriel, a tear sliding down your cheek. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Gabriel.”

“I never want you to feel like you have to have to be better than you already are. Don’t ever think that you’re not enough.” He wiped the tear from your cheek and kissed you softly. “Now, put you’re mask back on. We’ve got a party to enjoy.”

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History is all you left me. (Tyrus Au)

Ok so like I read a book back when I was 17 and I thought it would make an amazing Tyrus AU. Warning! Angst! Lots of Angst!

*** I lay in bed wide awake with strained eyes focused on the ceiling of my bedroom. On a day that shouldn’t have come. Because you promised you’d never leave me. Because you’d promised you’d never die.

Somewhere else you’re still alive. Somewhere in an alternate universe where I can no longer touch you.. You should know that I’m pissed Tj. But I won’t let it show. Not today. Only because today’s about remembering the life you lived.

Today on Monday, November 20th, 2016

We both made promises to each other. I know you remember, I promised I’d let you go so you could discover yourself outside our relationship. You promised you’d come back. I wish you could’ve kept your promise. I wish I could’ve kept mine.

I never let you go TJ, you were my first love can you blame me. I had to imagine a world without you when you moved up to California to go to your dream school. I kept seeing a world where we’d drift apart one where you’d only want to be with him. You know who I’m referring to.

I could never blame you for falling for someone else. I just believed we were too perfect for each other to kindle up a new flame. You were always too right for him. He was always wrong for you in my eyes.

But that was probably just me, never letting you go.

I had so many wishes the night I found out you’d died. The night my head aches from the constant onslaught of tears, the night I knew I could never steal you back from Jonah, the night I didn’t believe you were gone.

Even so I know now that you’re looking down at me. That you’re smiling because you did it so much when you were alive. Though you can’t be happy.. You were never happy when I wasn’t.

Now all you’ve left me is history.

History

Sunday, June 8th, 2014

Life’s moving fast! But I’m moving faster! It’s gonna be weird having TJ walking around my house like he used to when we were kids. No shoes, and socked feet flying across the floor. He doesn’t come over as much as he used to. Not since we started 8th grade. I’m partially to blame too, I haven’t gone to his house either.

It’s been a while since Reed and Lester have come over too. Mostly because they kinda follow TJ everywhere.

Finally a sharp knock on the front door and I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Hey Cyrus.” I’ve never told Tj but I love how his scent always takes over any room he walks into. “What’re you cooking?”

“Muffins!” I reply placing the tray on the counter, pulling off the oven mitts I was wearing. “You know the one’s that don’t exist.”

“You can’t say that if you constantly choose to make them every time I come over.”

“I can because I have to make them, no store would dare sell these.” Tj just chuckled lightly, with a half smile.

“Ok you win underdog.”

I watched you hop up onto the counter kicking your already shoeless feet back and forth. “How’re you planning on entertaining me anyway’s.” Tj asked playfully reaching for a muffin.

“Not yet they’re hot.” I push the tray over using the cloth that normally hangs from the oven door. “And I need to entertain you now?”

“Well we can’t just sit here and stare at each other all night..”

No. That would be creepy. “What happened to Reed and Lester?” I ask immediately changing the subject as he hopped off the counter.

“Ah.. Couldn’t make it.. 8th grades rough for them too. More than us I think.”

I smirked turning away from Tj to grab a knife from next to the sink. “I keep telling Reed to stop getting high, it messes with his brain cells.”

Tj scoffed so loudly that it echoed over the quiet apartment. “What brain cells?”

“That’s mean, he’s our friend.”

“And a good friend would tell him he lost all his brain cells before he hit twelve.” This time I did laugh. Just a little. Under my breath or at least I hope it was under my breath. “How about we watch a movie? I’ve been wanting to but I haven’t gotten the chance.”

I scrap a muffin out of the pan as TJ talks. I knew I forgot something when I was making these. The food barely came out before crumbling all over the plate I had set down earlier most of the pieces crumbling to the counter and plate before I finally gave up using my hands.

“Sounds great..”

Tj turned to smirk at me. “Muffin malfunction?”

“Muffin malfunction.”

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“I don’t know why you were so worried they’re perfect like always.” Tj suggested taking another huge bite out of a piece that wasn’t completely messed up.

“At some point I’m just going to assume you’re saying it to spare my feelings.” I replied pulling a blanket over our feet from the edge of the couch. Or well mostly Tj’s I enjoy sitting upside down when we watch movies together. “What’re we watching anyway?”

“Eh, couldn’t pick so I’m just gonna play this penguin documentary.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “A documentary? I thought you were more into 80’s Romantic Comedy’s like 16 candles..”

“Shhhh later..” He giggled pushing the blanket over so that it could rest over my chest and thighs. “Move over a little so we can both be warm.”

I tried not to think too much about his word choice and pushed myself over so that my leg was touching his shoulder. He quickly pressed play on the movie, catching eye contact with me. “Comfortable?”

“Yeah.” Tj was always the most approachable guy I know. How could I not be comfortable lying here with him.

The narrator of the documentary talked in a very monotone way. One that instantly became a bit tedious even after 5 minutes of the movie.

“While learning about penguins is a pretty good way to spend a Sunday night, I wish the narrator would sound less like he doesn’t want to be here..”

“Well maybe he just needs to feed his family. You can get behind that.”

I shifted next to him allowing my feet to plant flat on the floor. “But just a little enthusiasm.. That’s all I want! He doesn’t have to sound like a clown at a kids birthday party, just maybe a little less like he’s about to fall asleep.”

Tj just laughed. Our shoulders rested pretty close now, his scent taking over becoming the only thing in the room I could smell. “I mean in his defense, narrating is hard and he’s talking about penguins not exactly the most amazing animals on the planet.”

“I strongly disagree with that statement. Penguins are amazing. And secondly what animal would be more fun to narrate?”

Tj peered up at the ceiling as though he was thinking. I know that look he has an animal in mind already. “Probably a lion, or a cheetah. You know anything that moves fast.”

I crossed my arms pretending to be offended. “Penguins move fast in water!”

“Yeah, key word in water. Once they leave water they’re just waddling around. Not as interesting.”

This definitely isn’t the first time me and Tj have stopped paying attention to what were doing to disagree on something. When we were 8 we spent a whole afternoon in the park just trying to catch crickets and ladybugs to see which one could beat the other in a race. Unsurprisingly it’s hard for 8 years olds to catch crickets in the daytime and ladybugs because they fly but that day ended in one of the best night sleep I’d ever had.

“Ok here’s a little fun fact about penguins that might make them a bit more interesting.” I remarked waving my finger around in the air. “Did you know that male penguins sometimes bring female penguins shiny stones in exchange for sex.”

TJ’s face practically beamed sunlight with the gasp that left his mouth. “Oh my god really?! So their like..”

“Penguin prostitutes.” I finished

Tj just continued to look awestruck, his eyes stuck on me as the tv blared what was becoming incoherent noise in the background. “We should turn this off so you can talk to me more about penguin prostitutes.”

I don’t know why but my skin felt hot at the thought of Tj just staring at me as I explained more about penguins, so I quickly shook my head. “Why don’t we turn on a different movie now.. Maybe Easy A?”

“Well it’s not quite the romantic comedy I’d wanted to see but yeah. It’s your pick now.” I rested my head on his shoulder. That is until I remembered that’s not what friends do! I jerked away hiding my face which really wasn’t going to help this situation..

The room grew quiet, Tj had already turned off the film we’d been “watching.” I could feel his gaze on my back and I flinched at the soft “Cyrus?” That filled the empty room.

“I’m so sorry.. Please don’t be mad.” I whispered into the couch cushion.

I continued to keep my head buried away that is until I felt a light touch on my shoulder that made me flinch. “Cyrus.. Are.. Are you gay?..”

I wanted to shake my head. Wanted to flee this conversation. Wanted to leave this house and never come back. Even if it was my house. But I didn’t do any of that I just let a tiny, “Yes” flutter off my lips.

There was a little more force in the way I was pulled away from the couch. My face hot as Tj pulled me closer to look at him. “Cyrus.. Did you think I’d be mad?”

I closed my eyes the heat in my cheeks unmistakable as I nodded refusing to look at him. Suddenly the hands on my shoulders left, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that I didn’t like. My eyes fluttered open to see the warm smile Tj currently has on his face. “I’m not mad.”

His fingers lingered against my palm before a slow sliding occurred. His hands suddenly locking with mine. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. But I definitely didn’t want him to pull his hand away. “Still wanna watch Easy A?” He asked as if he hadn’t just given me a mini heart attack.

My mouth just closed and opened slowly before shutting completely. This time when Tj laughed though he pressed his temple to mine, his hair fluttering against my forehead.

Monday November 20th, 2016

I know you could never forget that night Tj. It was the first night we kissed. And the first time we ever cuddled.

It was the night we both knew we weren’t just friends.

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The Handmaid's Tale - ‘Useful’ Review

"He's testing us. We're all disposable."

June is gaining experience with rebellion. While looking up at the bodies of anonymous, dead Marthas, she realized that getting executed without even the benefit of martyrdom was pointless. It was time to look at the big picture.

And Commander Lawrence is all about the big picture. In a philosophical sense, Gilead is his baby, the result of his vision. And maybe he never intended that Gilead would be all about the oppression of women; he told June that he was just trying to save the planet. Does he even realize that his household slaves are terrified of him, that when he says strange things to them, they are justifiably afraid that their responses will get them killed? June doesn't think that Lawrence had Cora hung, but she doesn't know. "Does he like me? Will he keep me? Am I safe here?"

Lawrence is so powerful that when the Commanders needed his input on the Chicago problem, they came to him. June has inadvertently taken a huge step up in the power structure of Gilead, and she cleverly used a moment alone with Fred Waterford to ask some pointed questions. All sweet and friendly and in her Scrabble-playing persona, June flattered Fred and learned that Lawrence does not like to be bored, and that the other Commanders don't know what to make of him. Valuable information to have.

That was followed by a fascinating scene in which Lawrence had June pour drinks for the Commanders and then gave her an order to fetch a book for him, a book she isn't allowed to read. (It was Darwin's The Descent of Man. Are even Commanders allowed to read that book anymore?) Was he testing her? Of course he was. He wanted to see if she could keep her composure, and of course she did. She even knelt before him and said, "Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?" Her expression, only for him, was disdainful.

Later, when the two of them were alone, Lawrence acted as if he was going to kiss her, and when she didn't flinch, he said, "Did this really work on Fred?" Laugh out loud. But it set the terms between them. Lawrence isn't interested in sleeping with June. The level of discourse they are having is already miles above Scrabble and illicit trips to Jezebels. June is actively confronting Lawrence about the realities of the Gilead he helped create, and Lawrence in turn decided to involve June in his latest pressing problem – what to do with the shipment of women from Chicago,who are currently languishing in very Nazi-like cages. Lawrence used his power to keep them from "salvaging," i.e., death by stoning, as a terrorizing example to Gilead's women, and had them transferred to the Colonies, which at the very least isn't instant death.

Lawrence told June to choose five women from that unfortunate group to be Marthas. How Sophie's Choice of him. At first, she refused. Later, she made those choices with the Resistance in mind. Was it a good thing for her to do, or a bad thing? I'm not sure. But at least it showed that she is strong.

Meanwhile, not in Canada

Serena left Fred and went to stay with her horrible mother, Pamela. Like Fred, Pamela sees her daughter as a beautiful object with no value unless she is someone's wife. In what was pretty obvious symbolism, Serena had to wear some other wife's ill-fitting teal green clothes to her mother's prayer meeting. Serena used to be all about the Bible, all about faith in God, but not anymore. Suicidal and drenched with tears, Serena spent hours staring at the ocean before deciding to walk in. Thankfully, she changed her mind and walked out again.

Instead, Serena went to visit June, and they talked about Nichole loving the bath. (Water again. Baptism metaphors?) June tried to get Serena to think of all of the other mothers who have had their children taken from them by Gilead, because June is now thinking big picture and she must know what an ally Serena could be.

Fred got a scene of his own, confessing some truly romantic thoughts as we thought he was saying it all to Serena. "I'd dole out to myself little helpings of you, like a kid with dessert." But that again made into Serena an object, a yummy indulgence for when he got home from work. And then it turned out he was practicing his Serena speech on a prostitute. How very Fred-like.

And Nick got something different to do than pine for June. He's a commander now, but he won't do anything for June because he's being deployed to problematic Chicago. That made me like Nick less, that he thought being a commander was more important than June's life.

Interesting that she decided to let him into her bedroom anyway when he stopped by to say goodbye. Let's hope they practiced safe sex. What an interesting problem another pregnancy would be at this point.

Bits:

— A lot of this episode was poorly lit, as in hard to see. I get it, Gilead is in darkness and they are deeply into energy conservation, but I like being able to see what's happening clearly. Even if it is also a statement about the content.

— Rita made Serena a fake, very pretty teal green finger to wear. I honestly can't think of anything less useless and decorative. Serena left it behind.

— Lawrence told June she was useless in her previous life because she prioritized editing books no one would ever read over picking up her sick daughter from school. How creepy is it that he knew that level of detail about June's life?

— June chose an engineer, an IT tech, a journalist, a lawyer and a thief to be Marthas.

— Lawrence pointed June toward several of his own books, probably so that she would read the titles. I didn't catch them all but they were about economics during the fertility crisis and there was one called Brink of Extinction.

— Was Pamela wearing black? It was so dark most of the time that I wasn't sure.

— This episode's interesting choice of music was "How Does It Feel?" by Roy Harper.

Quotes:

June: "Martyrs inspire. Heretics are just stupid. Was I being stupid?"

June: "I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose as one composes a speech."

Lawrence: "Binders full of women." Is Mitt Romney still alive and well in Gilead?

Lawrence: "Here's what I don't get. If women don't want to be defined by their bodies, why are they always using them to get what they want?" June: "Maybe they aren't. Maybe men are just too easily distracted." Lawrence: "Speaking of the Waterfords, you really mucked up that house, didn't you? Had Fred demoted, Serena defingered, baby babynapped. You left the place literally in ashes. Do you think they got what they deserved?" June: "No one in Gilead gets what they deserve, sir. "

Rita: "You will get through this, ma'am. By His hand." Serena: "What's left of it."

I enjoyed this episode more than the previous couple. This might be a good place to complain about having to review three episodes at once, guys. Come on. I could handle two, but why are you guys dropping the first three at the same time?

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