#you should play it. promis it is good and fun

[g0deatgod]

what a weird guy

[guardiandae]

you tell me more about “Wade realizes he's in a fanfiction” right this instant !!!!

!!!!! You'll most likely be my only ask, so let's make this worth while for both of us. :3

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Wade was having a weird week.

He didn't notice the signs at first, but looking back, he should've realized something was up when he actually went a day without some D-list antagonist ruining his life. But he was staying on Providence -- Nate's handmade little piece of paradise that was also personally protected by the savior of mutantkind (Nate) himself -- so Wade felt like his temporary reprieve was just because all of the action didn't center around him at the moment. That kind of thing only tended happened when you tagged along in someone else's storyline. Less action and a lot less dialogue, but he'd take the hiatus, or the cameo guest spot, or whatever. Probably next week the writer's would pit him against the Rhino. Or worse, some villain whose schtick involved puppets or something.

But that didn't happen. His next clue should've been all the little stolen moments with Nate. When Irene was busy being annoying with all of her business talk about current world events and mutant factions and world leaders, Nate's eyes met Wade's in a mutual moment of eye-rolling boredom. Okay, it was more like Wade miming blowing his brains out and Nate rolling his eyes at him and then trying to convey, "stop being a dumbass and pay attention," to him through a series of glares and facial expressions. But Wade took it more like a game of charades and kept miming back increasingly outlandish gestures, including casually rubbing his eye with his middle finger. Irene, of course, turned to glare at Wade just as he was miming a blowjob at Nate.

"Seriously?" Ms. No Fun Allowed asked. "Would you two fuck each other already so this immature flirting can stop?"

"Ex-squeeze me? Since when does this-?" Wade mimed a blowjob again. "Mean I wanna fuck him?"

Nate rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, Irene. We're not -- doing whatever that is."

"Damn straight we're not!" Wade agreed. "And I, for one, am outraged -- outraged -- that you'd even suggest something so obscene. I think you should leave."

"Wade, you weren't even invited to this briefing, or informed about it," Irene said. "You just came in unannounced and parked your ass in my seat as soon as I stood up."

"I don't see your name on it."

"I don't see yours either!" Irene shouted back at him. Hah. It was kinda funny when she actually got flustered.

"Fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted," Wade said, standing up.

"Really?" Irene deadpanned. "Can you?"

"But for the record," Wade added, knocking over his chair. On the seat, he'd carved WADE into the wood in large letters.

"Real mature," Irene huffed as Wade swaggered out, but Nate had to stifle a laugh. "Don't encourage him," she warned.

Nate didn't find it as funny, of course, when he realized that every single chair had Wade's name carved into it, not just in that room but in every room Wade had access to. He mentioned it the next time they crossed paths, which was when Wade let himself into Nate's apartment that night to watch TV and eat his snacks.

"I also found your name carved into my table, and the couch you're sitting on," Nate added. "Care to explain why?"

"I finally learned how to spell my name?" Wade offered up an innocent smile. At least he hoped it looked innocent. Fuck, it probably didn't. He switched to a pout instead to play on Nate's bleeding heart. "You should be proud of me. W's are hard."

"Funny. If anything's hard for you, you'd think it'd be the D."

"Did… did you just make a dick joke?" Wade asked, and Nate's face twisted into a handsome grin, chuckling at Wade's shocked expression. "Nate, you're too old to make jokes. You could die."

"Fuck off," Nate said, but he was still in good humor. "And stop carving your name into everything. Irene's making jokes about you marking your territory and I don't think she's wrong."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Wade promised. And then to himself, "Man, he's gonna flip when he finds my name on his bed."

Nate raised his eyebrows at that and folded his arms. "When I find it where exactly?"

Wade blinked up at Nate in a moment of genuine surprise.  "What? ...Oh, for fucks sake, did I forget to think inside my boxes again?"

[waybrights]

Okay didn’t edit, have fun :)

Sasha knows what it’s like to have no control. To have no say in anything.

It was feeling nothing and everything at the same time.

I am going to count to five and if you don’t calm down, then I am going to hit you.

She just asked to go to the playground.

One.

She wasn’t even six yet, why couldn’t she go play outside like other kids?

Two.

Why were her parents being so mean? Why couldn’t she make a choice on her own? Why did they always stop her from doing things?

Three.

Why do they have to have it their way? They never gave any reasons. Just brushed her off.

That’s all they ever did.

Four.

“I’m sorry.”

Even at a young age, Sasha learned to let go of control. But the more she had to lose to her parents, the more she wanted back.

She was six when she decided to go to the park without asking. They didn’t care, why should she?

She refuses to care about anyone or anything.

And then she saw two girls being bullied by older kids.

And so what if they also lost control.

Like she did.

So what if they were going to cry.

Like she does.

It wasn’t her problem.

It wasn’t like she had any issues being pushed around or forced to accept how things are.

It’s not like she is in that position every day.

And before she knew it, Sasha was trying to take on these older kids.

She knew she wouldn’t win. That was plain to see, but if she can help these two then maybe it can be like standing up to her parents. That wouldn’t be so bad.

And that’s really all she expected from it.

Nothing more.

But she got two new friends, Anne and Marcy.

And if protecting them was why they became friends, then that’s what she was good for.

Right?

***

“Can I pretty please go to Anne’s tenth birthday party?”

No.

Sasha had been trying all week to convince her parents, but they just weren’t budging. They would rather she spend her time learning the piano or being some kind of child genius.

“Please I promi-”

No. End of discussion.

Sasha shut her mouth. Those three damn words. They expected her to listen just cause they had a mean glare and some fake power?

Well, fine.

She’ll just sneak out.

***

Sasha would never forget the first time she did it.

Anne and Marcy were out with her but they didn’t want to stay. Arguing that it was getting to late to go to the theaters.

Especially since they both had curfews. But so what?

They need to learn to live a little, to have fun.

Couldn’t they see she was keeping their well being in mind?

Evidently not as they kept arguing.

“We are going to see that movie.”

They didn’t look convinced.

And even as her eyes narrowed, even as she realized what she was about to do,

She didn’t mean it.

“End of discussion.”

Both went silent. Offering no more arguments, only defeated agreements.

And as ashamed as Sasha was, she felt a little happy at the control she got.

***

Sasha never planned on using that phrase so much. It just became second nature.

She got more control.

Anne and Marcy got protection.

It was how their friendship worked. It was how things were.

Just like how the sky is blue and the sun is yellow.

Just another fact.

But that changed in Amphibia.

Anne suddenly had a frog family. She moved on. She wasn’t just giving in like before.

She wasn’t giving Sasha control.

But that was half their friendship.

That was the agreement.

Did she not want to be friends?

Did she move on?

And before Sasha could stop herself, she could feel her eyes water,

“Maybe you’re better off without me.”

And just like that,

She let go.

Because if Anne didn’t need her, odds are neither did Marcy.

And if she was ready to go, then so be it.

They may not offer control, but she was going to protect them.

Even from herself.

She would always protect them.

***

She would always protect them?

What a joke.

Marcy is dead and Anne is gone.

All because of her own stupid protection.

The most she did was get knocked down.

She deserved to suffer.

She deserved to be die.

To be left alone.

Well that last one seems to be holding true.

Gem of strength?

Please, she could barely hold herself together.

And as Sasha stood in front of a lake, staring at her own defeated reflection, she mumbled one last promise.

“I will avenge Marcy and fight for Anne. I will not fail to bring down Andrias. I will protect those I have left.

End.

Of.

Discussion.”

And if a shiver crawled up Sasha’s spine as she reminded herself of her parents, well that will be a bridge to cross on her own.

She had to get this done.

No.

She will get this done.

She had to the count of five.

And setting her eyes on the flying castle in the distance she heard a voice.

One.

IBBY IM

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

[gabywantsafriend]

Anything For You: Ferris Bueller x Reader

(Kinda my gif??? Idk I found it online but I originally posted it on here)

Requested by anonymous:  ferris bueller realizing he loves the reader maybe?

I’m so sorry it took such a long time to post another imagine! I hope you guys enjoy it :’)

Warning: Swearing

“Adams?” “Here.”

“Adamley?” “Here!”

“Adamowski?” A rather lazy hand was raised, indicating the student’s presence. 

“Adamson?” “Here.”

“Adler?” The response was delayed by a couple of seconds. “Here.”

“Anderson?” Another delayed response. “Anderson?” “Here!” 

“Bueller?” 

Nothing. You quickly scanned the room, he wasn’t there. You hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t walk in that morning. You looked at Cameron and he shrugged. Apparently he didn’t know what Ferris was up to or where he was. “Bueller?” Crickets. “Bueller?” Dead silence. “Bueller?” The teacher’s monotonous voice began to sound like a broken record player. 

You cleared your throat as you tried impersonating the missing troublemaker, letting out a low “Here.” The class snickered, causing your teacher to silence everyone. Turning to you, he huffed. 

“L/n, I know you and Bueller are best friends but you really don’t have to cover for him in his absence. You’ll get your turn in the roll call later, don’t get too excited,” He went on with checking the attendance. You stubbornly sank into your seat, eyeing the vacant one next to you where Ferris was usually sat. What kind of trouble do you have in mind this time?

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Recess rolled in and you were standing at the phone booth just outside of your school. You dialed Ferris’ home number and waited for him to pick up. He was probably out on another one of his spontaneous adventures.

“Hello?” His voice was nasally,  he was always good at playing sick. 

“Oh, cut the crap. Where the hell are you, idiot? This is your tenth absence this semester, you said you didn’t wanna miss school after last time! No wonder your grades are shit! What are you up to now?” You scolded. Skipping class to hang out and be teenagers was fun the first few times. However as it became a habit of Ferris, you wished he could take school more seriously.

“Y/n, calm down. First of all, I could easily hack into the school’s computer system and change my grades,” He coughed. “Second, I’m not kidding this time. I’m actually sick.” You scoffed, muttering a small “yeah right.” 

Of course, you found it hard to believe. You’ve known Ferris Bueller since you were ten. And you knew that it took a lot for him to be ill. 

“Why would I ever lie to you? I’m serious,” he deadpanned. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Alright, I’ll bring today’s assignments for you and I’ll visit you as soon as class ends.” You could practically hear him smile through the phone as he spoke. “Thanks, Y/n. You’re the best.” You bid goodbye as he did the same, both of you putting down the phone.

Well, what do you know. For the first time in a long time, Ferris Bueller was sick.

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You dropped your bike right in front of the Buellers residence and sprinted to the back door. You lifted the rug and took the spare key that Katie Bueller left in case of emergencies or whenever you wanted to visit. You were always welcome. Unlocking the door, you bolted up the steps and stopped in front of the door to your best friend’s room..

“Ferris, you better not be naked. I’m coming in.” 

“Hi, Y/n.” The sight was beyond pitiful: The floor was littered with used tissues. Bottles of medicine decorated his dresser. And on the bed was a very pale boy, sniffling and shivering still even under the many layers of blankets he was covered in. Oh, Ferris.

“You look like shit.” He let out a weak chuckle. “It’s nice seeing you too,” he quipped. You rolled your eyes at his untimely use of sarcasm and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Jesus, you’re practically steaming,” You commented, getting up to fetch him an ice pack to hopefully lower his temperature. “I’m flattered, Y/n. I really am. But can you keep it in your pants until after I get well?” You were used to his foul-mouthed jokes by now. “Very funny, loser. Now put this on your forehead,” You handed him the cold material and he obeyed, hissing as it touched his skin. 

“Oh, right! I got the homework for you,” you told him, getting your bag and pulling out his books and assessment sheets and laying them on his desk. “I also wrote an extra copy of the notes you missed,” You handed him the pages that you’ve ripped from your notebook where the duplicates were. His eyes, teary from his cold, widened.

“Wha-? But I just asked for you to get today’s assignments! You didn’t have to go an extra mile with taking my notes for me!” He took the papers gratefully, flipping through them. “I’m convinced you’re my guardian angel or some shit! Thank you so much!”

“Anything for you.” 

It was true. You’d gladly and endlessly do anything for him.

You’ve liked Ferris since you first covered for him in fifth grade. 

Young Ferris thought it’d be a good idea to chuck a bouncy ball at Mrs. Ritland, the math teacher you had all despised. Believe it or not, he was an even bigger idiot back when you were ten. She was writing on the chalkboard, back turned to you; the perfect time to strike. The small toy hit the poor lady’s nape. The classroom was suddenly filled with gasps and the sound of laughter. She exclaimed in pain, rage-filled eyes darting from student to student. Before she could even question which delinquent threw the damned thing, you stood up and raised your hand. 

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

Ferris was quick to defend you, chucking another bouncy ball at the woman. “If you even think of punishing her, you’ll have to go through me!”

You were both given a month’s detention and have been inseparable ever since. 

“I’m dying,” He croaked, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Oh, please. You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do!” You quoted him. “Didn’t you say that yourself?” 

He groaned, “Yes, I did say that myself. But now isn’t the time. I’m really not feeling well, Y/n.”

“Nonsense! It helped Cameron last time, he felt great afterwards.” You got off the bed, trying to pull him up with you. Instead, he snuggled deeper into the covers. “Aww, come on! Get up on your feet, mister! What do you feel like doing today? The weather’s lovely! Maybe we can go swimming? Or perhaps you’d like to go to the arcade? Ooh, street food sounds good! Just tell me where you wanna go, and I’ll take you there!” You coaxed excitedly.

“As much as I love our adventures, I was thinking maybe we could just stay here? You know, we could talk for a while and we can take a nap together just like when we were kids. And when I’m feeling better, we could watch a movie,” Ferris spoke softly, sniffling right after. You hummed, considering his offer.

“You can stay here and rest. I can get us some corn dogs from the stand nearby, I’ll be quick I promi-”

“No, no, you missed my point,” he shook his head, grinning at your stubbornness. “I meant can you stay? We don’t have to go anywhere. I enjoy your company, it’s more than enough,” He pulled the blankets to his nose, hiding his bashful smile as well as his growing blush. You were sure you would have melted then and there.

“Sure thing. Ferris.” You adored this boy.

It had been an hour since you’d agreed to stay in with Ferris and you were seated at his desk, tutoring him about trigonometric functions, a lesson he missed that day. He was reading the notes on the topic, following along with what you were saying. “Okay, I found this to be quite easy. So, we start off with the basics: sine, cosine, and tangent-”

At least, that’s what it looked like.

At first glance, it seemed as though he was actually studying. But what you didn’t know was that he had been admiring your handwriting and your little doodles on the blank spaces of the paper. 

See, Ferris liked you. He’s liked you since forever ago. He remembered the moment so vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. 

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

He looked at you and thought, “Wow, that is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Obviously, he couldn’t let a pretty girl such as you take the blame for what a stupid boy such as him had done. It just wasn’t fair to you. So he immediately admitted that it was his fault, as he should.

He felt guilty that you had to get wrapped up in this mess and had to suffer the consequences. To make up for it, every time you had detention, he would take you to secret hideouts around the school. That two months of running around school trying not to get caught marked your first of soon-to-be-many adventures. 

And now here you were, almost eight years later, helping him solve for x. His eyes softened at how into it you were while teaching him. You were even more beautiful than when you were a kid, just when his younger self thought you couldn’t get any more stunning. 

He thought about how you were kind enough to fill him in on everything he’d missed; how as soon as class was dismissed, you biked as quickly as you could just to take care of him. You could have easily ditched him to go out and get those corn dogs you’ve been craving; or you could have easily gone out for a walk since, according to you, “the weather’s lovely.” 

But you didn’t. 

You stayed. 

The mere thought of that, along with everything about you, caused his heart to pound out of his chest. 

I think I’m in love with her. Fuck that. I am in love with her.

“...And that explains why sine 90° is equivalent to 1. What the-? Ferris Bueller, are you even listening?” You waved a hand in front of his face, still not responding. He looked as if his mind was somewhere completely different. “Hello? Earth to Ferris?” He blinked a few times, shaking his head. He whispered something you didn’t quite catch. “What?” He whispered again. “I can’t hear you, pal. Speak up.” 

“I love you. There, I said it.” You were at a loss for words as your eyes met. Both of you progressively got redder by the second.

“What in the right mind made you say that?” Confusion was evident in your voice, as well as nervousness. 

“I’ve loved you for a while now and when you dropped everything to visit me today, I realized how deep I’ve fallen,” Ferris bashfully stated. He could be cheesy at times but you thought it was cute.

“Woah, you are such a fucking sap,” You both burst into laughter, him scoffing and clutching his chest in mock offense. “I love you too, you dingus.”

His heart fluttered as you said it. The mix of his sickness and your confession made him lightheaded. You plopped down on his bed, hugging him tightly. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re too close, I’m gonna get you sick!” He asked as you kissed his nose. 

You got under the covers with him, rolling your eyes, “You think I still care? I fucking love you for Christ’s sake!” You made him laugh at that. “How about that nap you suggested earlier, hmm?”

He closed his eyes, the biggest grin still plastered on his face. “She loves me,” being the last thought in his head before contently falling asleep.

[devinescribe]

Knowing You Again

Chapter 6 of '100 Promises'

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any

"Wow this place is amazing! So many games!" You awed, amazed by the amount of games and the lights. "Yeah, it's not anything like the one I went to on break, but since I can't take you there yet, I thought here would be good," he explained. "Thank you!" You exclaimed, hugging him and jumping up and down. He laughed, "Ok, ok. Calm down! What game do you want to play first?" You looked around, seeing all the different games, the people rushing from the machines and back. And you saw one that wasn't being used. You lead him over to it. "This one?" You asked. He nodded, and you two began on the game.

You walked into the grand lobby of the hotel, and sat on one of the waiting chairs. You watched in curiosity as people filed in their groups, cheering and laughing. Even if they'd lost a member, they were happy to be alive. A relief that it wasn't them. Maybe it was that everyone here had begun to accept their new reality. It made you smile in the slightest, that not all the people here were weak and useless. "Hey there new girl," someone said from besides you. "Hi Chishiya," you greeted without even turning to look besides you. "Hm? Attentive," he said. You didn't have to look to know he was smirking. "No, your voice is just very distinctive. It's soft, but also a very condescending undertone in it. Give people the illusion you know more than them," you stated, finally looking at him. "The hell did you study in college?" He asked with a laugh. "Major in forensics, minor in psychology. I'm pretty good at psychological mind fucking," you stated. He smiled, looking up. "Mind fucking? That's how I know you're friends with that idiot," he said. "Idiot? Niragi? No way. He studied game programming and engineering, and is 20 times smarter than anyone I've ever met," you said, surprised anyone could call him an idiot. How much did he change in the borderlands? Even then, his intelligence wouldn't have faded. So what did he do? "Hmm... maybe I'll change your opinion. You haven't met someone like me before," he said, looking at you. His eyes stared back into your own. It was like he was seeing into your soul, trying to really read into you. "I like a challenge. Impress me," you stated, a smirk playing on your lips. "Will do. Your friend is up on the roof for his patrol. I'll see you later at the pool. Kuina is quite fond of you. You two get along well," Chishiya said, walking off. You stood up, walking over to the grand stair case.

"I haven't slept in 4 days... gods help me," you groaned, running your hands up through your hair, it getting stuck from the knots. "Fuck me... SUGU! ARE YOU ALIVE?" you yelled. You heard a groan in response. He came out of his room, his hair sticking up every which way, his glasses were crooked on his face, and there were dark eyebags under his eyes. "I think... I think I'm alive..." he said. He was almost falling asleep standing up. "You need to take a nap," you suggested, standing up and walking over to him, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "No, I need to finish my project, you need a nap," he said, as you fixed his glasses. He could see that you were also running on no sleep. The dark eyebags under your eyes, your messed up tangled hair. It was different to say the least. You always looked nice, but college said no, please fuck up your sleep schedule to get this project done for me. Oh, and it a worth 75% of your grade! He hated school, but enjoyed what he was studying. Your projects took longer, and we're a bit gross at times, seeing as you had to take both forensics and psychology classes. "How about coffee instead then? I have a project to finish too..." you said, combing his hair out with your fingers, making it lay flat once more. "That sounds nice..." he muttered, the sensation of you playing with his hair almost making him fall asleep on the spot. "Yeah, I don't think you drinking that many energy drinks is healthy. Or not sleeping for four days. Let me get dressed, fix my hair, and we can head out, yeah?" You scolded at first, softening your tone.

"You look like shit," he insulted as you two walked to a coffee shop. "You're one to talk. When was the last time you washed your hair? Who are you, Snape?" You joked back, knowing his hatred for the character. 'He treated a kid like absolute shit because the kid's dad used to bully him in school. Oh, and his obsession with a girl who just saw him as a friend, but we're not going to talk about it.' He always said that when you asked him about why he hated Snape. It was funny to you because you had never met someone besides yourself that had that much genuine hatred towards a fictional character. "Ew, compare to anyone but him. Anyone," he said, genuinely grossed out by the fact you'd compared him to that character. "You really should take care of yourself more though. I need you to last me my whole life dude," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mhm, if I remember correctly, promise 40 was if we were still 28 and we were single, we'd marry each other," he chuckled. You laughed. "Well, yeah. We keep our promises, you got that?" You said, punching his shoulder. "Ow, what was that for!" He whined, laughing. "I don't know. I don't want to go back to that apartment. I need to stay out of that, school is just... taking a toll on me. When we finish school and get jobs, I hope it's easier... Let's go on an adventure today," you said, leaning onto him. He thought for a bit. His project was almost done, and it was due in three days. He was running on no sleep, 5 energy drinks a day, and the occasional coffee you brought him.. Taking time off for you was worth it. He could finish the project tomorrow. You were worth that and more to him. "Sure what kind of adventure?"

"A little birdie told me you'd be up here," you said once you had opened the door to the roof. He turned around, facing you. "Really? Let me guess, Chishiya?" He stated. . He had his gun slung over his shoulder, and looked around boredly. You nodded. "How was your game?" You asked, going over, and sitting on the edge of the roof. He went over, sitting by you. "It went great. I'm alive, aren't I?" He stated sarcastically. You sighed, seeing as you were right. You had sensed it last night, but now it was more obvious. The games had changed him. For better or worse, you didn't know yet. "Mmm... and are the games any way to treat me differently? Because I'll hit you right now if you say yes," you threatened, glaring at him. He noticed your anger, but he guessed it could also be sadness. He'd left you alone for... how long had you said? 6 months? He didn't remember being gone for that long. Maybe time ran differently in the Borderlands than it did in the real world?

"No, it's not. Just know that I'm not going to act the same around you. I have a reputation here," he said, staring out. A light breeze brushed across the roof. A reputation? Well, you had noticed not many people coming up to talk to you all day. You heard whispers of 'that's the girl Niragi brought in. We should stay away from her.' So you assumed people feared Niragi. But you were curious. You know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. "Tell me about it then. Tell me everything that's happened. All the good, all the bad, I want to know. So spill," you said. He sighed. He didn't want to tell you. A part of him was confused about it. He wasn't proud of the things he did, but on the other hand, he wasn't ashamed of them. The only thing stopping him was the fact that you were the only person who's opinion he cared about. The only person he had his whole life who cared about him the way he cared about them. You were the only reason he wasn't completely alone. "You want to know? Why?" He asked, putting up a defensive front. You shook your head, noticing it almost immediately. He had built walls in the games, you could tell. But that wasn't going to stop you. "Because you're my best friend,and I thought you had died. Because I want to know what you've been doing here? How'd you get such a high rank? When did you learn how to shoot? What's your specialty of the card games? Is it fun? Have you killed anyone?" You asked, going off on a small tangent. "Ok... let's do this. I've been playing the games, I got a high rank by playing the games, learned how to shoot here in the borderlands, surprisingly enough it's almost like shooting in a video game, my specialty are diamond games, yes it's extreme fun, and yes I have," he answered. You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. You had a suspicion there was worse he'd done, but you didn't want to know. He could keep it to himself until he felt comfortable to tell you. It felt like before, in a way... When you two would sit on the roof of some apartment complex down the street and watch the stars. Where your worries would go away, and you didn't have to worry about being the perfect daughter or the bullies. You were just (Y/N) and Niragi, the two kids. Because that's what you had been. Kids. When everything happened, you were kids. No kids should have been treated like how you two had been treated.

''I can't believe they broke your glasses," you muttered under your breath, brushing his hair out of his face. His bullies had gotten him while you were cleaning the classroom after class. He waited outside, but they decided to rough him up. The had beaten him up pretty badly. You had cleaned up the cuts and blood as much as you could, but it didn't change the fact his glasses were broken."It's fine..." he said, not wanting to look you in the eyes. "It's not fine, Sugu. You need your glasses, and glasses are expensive. Plus your dad..." you trailed off, seeing his hands beginning to shake. "Don't remind me..." he whispered. You hugged him, and whispered back, "You'll be ok. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, (N/N)."

"But I have to. Promise 1, we promise to keep each other safe, remember?"

He sighed, and nodded. You were scared for him. You knew somehow, you'd get roped into it. You looked up at him, seeing him pick at the cement on the roof. "Eventually... we're going to have to go back. We can't stay here the whole night," he said. You frowned. "I don't want to go back. We should run away. Just the two off us."

"(L/N)?" Someone called out from behind you two. You turned to face the person. It was Ann. "Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

[batfam-nalu-onepiece]

When Brooke awakens his Devil Fruit

Brooke never really thought he could awaken his devil fruit. It’s not like he can turn everything around him to string like Doflamingo. But along his journey and when Luffy becomes King of the Pirates, what he discovers is his awakening allows him to call back the souls of the dead. And he takes full advantage of this.

Brooke specifically waits for the right time to use it for his crew

Luffy:

He waits for Luffy, Sabo, and Garp to be back at their hole town with Makino, Dadan and the other Mountain bandits to have them speak to Ace one last time and tell him he was able to achieve his dream of becoming King of the Pirates. Ace tells Garp that he loves him and that he is sorry for all the pain he has caused him. He is overjoyed to see Sabo alive and thanks him for looking out for Luffy when he couldn’t and Sabo thanks him for the same. Dadan and Makino are overjoyed seeing those three reunited again. Maybe call White beards Soul and Gold Rogers for Ace as well. Roger meeting Luffy and being proud to have someone like Luffy be the next king of the pirates. Luffy made sure to have Shanks and Rayleigh there too so theycan see his old Captain. Roger tells Shanks that he did a job and gave his hat to a worthy man. Rayleigh gets to see his bestfriend one more time and Roger thanks him for helping train Luffy. Roger thanks Garp for taking care of Ace for him and Garp just punches him because he is about to cry (Maybe have Kobe there as a Bonus because Luffy values his friendship and wants to introduce him to his brothers)

Zoro:

They travel to Zoro’s hike town with his sensei and call back Kuina’s soul so he can tell her he achieved his dream and became the worlds greatest swordsman. He tells her that he made sure to take extra care of her sword and that he never forgot their promise to each other and trained hard every day. He even pokes fun at her talking about how Tashigi looks and acts just like her and how she has been chasing him all over the world so it was like Kuina was also chasing after him, trying to achieve her dream which made Zoro train even harder.

Nami:

They return to Cocoyasi Village to meet up with Nojiko and Genzo and call back Bellmere soo they can talk to her again and Nami tells her she achieved her dream of drawing a map of the entire world. She tells her mom about all her travels and how she found a family that can always make her smile. She even shows her the Tangerine trees in the Sunny saying she grows them exactly the same way to make sure her nakama get to have a taste of Bellmere’s tangerines.

Usopp:

They call Usopp’s mom’s soul at his home town so he can tell her he became a brave warrior of the see like his father. He tells her all the adventures he has been on. He starts off by saying “Hi mom. You came back to us” like he used to say about his father. His Dad standing beside him saying that Usopp keep his promise and became a brave pirate, even more great than himself. He introduces his mom and dad to Kaya. His mom absolutely loves her and is happy he found someone. They bond when his mom tells Kaya that it will be hard to love Usopp since he is a pirate and neve home and Kaya responds saying she knows it may be hard, but if Usopp is free, and happy that is all she could ask for. Besides, that the kind of man she fell in love with in the first place.

Sanji:

They meet up with Zeff at the Baratie and call back Sanji’s mom’s soul to tell her that he became and amazing chef and found the all blue. Sanji’s mom thanks Zeff for looking after her son and for teaching him how to be a great chef. Everyone at the Baratie wonder how someone as annoying and argumentative as Sanji could ever come from such a sweet woman. Then Sanji kicks them and they all laugh. (Luffy asked Nami to contact Reiju and tell them to come because he knew she would want to see her kids again and they would love it so Sanji is with his siblings, Judge, and Zeph. Sanji wasn’t happy about it but he realized they were her family too and he couldn’t just keep them from speaking to their mom one more time. Even if most of them are jerks) Sanji shows his mom his cooking by cooking a special meal for her. A variation of the first meal he ever made for her. She says it’s the most wonderful food she has ever tasted and can tell that she actually meant it (i know I know. How can she eat if she’s a soul? Just go with it) Reiju tells her mom she loves her and how sorry she is for not taking better care of Sanji. Her mom tells her what a wonderful job she did and that she loves her. The other brothers finally show emotion that they never knew they could. Seeing their mom again after she died woke something up in them and they apologize for being dicks their entire life and that they love her. She responds by saying that they are her sons and she loves them no matter what. She tells her children what fine and strong people they became. Judge even apologizes to her for everything he’s done (What Sanji did during the Whole Cake Arc really made them reevaluate their life)

Chopper:

They return to The Sakura Kingdome to see Doctor Kureha and Dalton, where they call back Dr. Hiriluk’s should back to tell him that his son went out to see and became an doctor and travelled the seas as a pirate just like Hiriluk wanted. They also recreate his powder again and show him the cherry blossoms one last time before his soul returns to beyond the grave. Chopper even teacher Hiriluk the new things he learned while at sea and all the different diseases and things he has cured. Hiriluk is happy his son went out to sea and thankful when Chopper tells him what Luffy did for him and his flag even before he really knew chopper.

Robin:

Even though they cannot return to Robin’s home, they sail the Sunny to where the island used to be located and call back Robin’s mom and the others archaeologists so Robin can see her mother again and tell them about the lost history. She tells her mom about the Poneglyphs and the other ancient cities she found like Skypiea. As a bonus Brooke also calls back Jaguar D. Saul and Robin tells him that she found her nakama who will protect and cherish her and will never leave her. Saul thanks the Strawhats and after hearing what they did for her at Enies Lobby, he knew she found an amazing crew. He even laughed and smiles at the story saying that Robin has joined one crazy crew. Saul took one last long look at the people who would challenge the world if it meant protecting Robin and knew that she would never be lonely and sad again. Her mother gave her a hug and said she’s happy that she survived the buster call and how proud she is for becoming an archaeologist and finding out the lost history.

Franky:

They return to Water 7 and meet with Granny Kokoro and call back Tom’s soul. Cranky gets to tell him that he created a ship that sailed across the entire world just like he did and is now the shipwright to the new King of the Pirates. Iceberg tells him that he is working on or completed making Water 7 float. Tom is proud of the man iceberg became, and how successful and beloved he is as the mayor of Water 7. Tom takes a look at the Sunny and says it’s even greater than anything he could have built including the Oro Jackson, Roger’s ship. He admires the work and detail Frank put into the ship and could tell that the crew loved their ship very much. Tom meets Nico Robin and apologizing for doubting her and believing she would use her knowledge for evil. Robin smiles and says it’s ok and they talk all night. Tom meets the Franky Family, the people willing to storm Enies Lobby to save Franky. He thanks them and The Strawhats for saving his son hd apologizes to Franky and Iceberg for even putting them through that by passing down the Pluton blueprints. They laugh it off and Franky says he is actually thankful to have had them because without it, he would have never joined the Strawhats and build the ship of his dream.

Jinbe:

They return to Fishman island where they reunite with Shirahoshi, and her family. With Jinbe, the recall Fisher Tiger and Queen Otohime’s soul. They get to tell the two that the relationship between fishmen and humans have gotten better. Jinbe can tell Fisher Tiger all he had accomplished including jointing the Strawhats. Shirahoshi and her family can tell Otohime that they returned to they participate in discussions with the world government and other countries and have a good relationship with humans. Shirahoshi tells her mom about how Luffy taught her to be brave. They both leave knowing their species is in good hands and thank the Strawhats for being the gateway to the fishmen co-existing with humans

Brooke:

When they return and see Laboon again, Brooke calls back the spirits of his old crew so they can all keep their promis to Laboon. They play their music for Laboon again so he can hear the real thing instead of the recording (don’t ask me how they can play jules if if their dead just go along with it. It’s sweeter that way). Brooke can introduce his old crew to his new one, telling his old captain not to worry because even with them gone, he has found a new place he can call home.

Vivi: (and the rest of the crew)

If Vivi’s father dies (because it seems like that may happen) They return to Alabasta and Vivi and Karoo get to see the King Nefertari again and maybe her mom too considering I don’t actually know what happened to her. Vivi is happy to meet to new crew members and love how none of them have changed personality wise. Robin apologizes nonstop and Vivi forgives her in a second. She says that anyone Luffy likes is a good person so Robin doesn’t need to apologize anymore. She even thanks her for not telling Crocodile where Pluton is and for all the times she has saved Luffy. While there at Alabasta, he aslo calls back the spirit of the Going Merry. The very same Klabautermann that saved them time after time. They thought about doing this at Usopp’s village but he said that Vivi was once a part of their crew too and deserves the chance to see the Merry again. The spirit of the merry is happy they found a new ship to call home and is thankful to Franky building the ship. It even says that it knew of the ship because part of her spirit is still with them, on the mini merry and thanks Franky for building it out of her wood. This causes every to cry saying how happy they are that the Merry is still with them (yes even Zoro. He tried to not cry but couldn’t help it. He turned around thinking Sanji would make fun of him But Sanji knew that he could never make fun of him for this). Usopp and Luffy immediately says that the mini merry cannot be in the docking stations anymkre and bring her onto the deck. No one disagrees or argues with them.

Law:

As a thanks to Trafalgar Law for all his help and everything they’ve been through, they call back Corazone’s soul and he tells him that he loves him and is greatful for everything he did for him. He introduces him to the Heart pirates, named in honor of Corazone and shows him that he made the right decision in saving his life. Law also insisted that Sengoku be there because he loved Corazone like a son. Sengoku at this point is retired and he’s never admit this, but he is happy that Law and Luffy met because it gave him another moment with the man he viewed as a son. (Sengoku also couldn’t help but notice how much alike Luffy and Garp are. Especially when Garp was Luffy’s age and laughs knowing how much trouble Luffy will give the Navy considering the amount of trouble Garp gave the Navy and he worked for them)

Rebecca:

They return to Dressrosa and let Rebecca,Kyros, Viola and the other see Scarlett again where she sees that her daughter grew up to be an amazing woman and that Kyros has protected ever since.

Momonosuke:

They Return to Wano and Momonosuke, Hiyori, kin and the other Samurai can see Oden again and his wife. Momonosuke can tell his father that he is following in his footsteps in order to become a great Shogun to make sure Wano prospers. Hiyori tells her father that she gave his sword, Enma, to Zoro. She thought he’d be mad so she tried to explain to him that he saved her life, Saved Wano, and is a worthy swordsman but Oden stops her midway saying that he doesn’t care about the sword. He’s just happy his family is safe and that if she gave his sword away, he knows that it would have been for a good cause and to someone worthy. The other Samurai get to tell Oden that they avenged him and saved his country like they promised. They even bring back Yasui so his daughter can see him again. Momonosuke also introduce his father to O-Tama and his father likes her and thinks she’s a good math for his son. Momonosuke blushes but Luffy, Kin, Nami, Robin, Sanji, Zoro and honestly everyone agrees and already consider them as a couple. Brooke even brings back Ryuma so they can clear Zoro’s name of stealing Shisui. Zoro spars with Ryuma and Oden. Their fight changes the geography of Wano a bit.

Carrot:

They go to Zou and call back Pedro’s soul so Carrot and everyone can see him. Carrot thanks him and shows him how strong she became. Luffy thanks him for sacrificing himself for him and Pedro is happy knowing the Dawn of the New World that he believed was coming has finally arrived. He never regretted his sacrifice for a second.

I’m assuming there is a 24 hour limit to each soul called back or something like it. But if not consider that after they each have their own individual heartfelt moment with their loved ones that they lost, the Strawhats bring EVERYONE, and yes I mean everyone that was mentioned, to Laugh Tale for a huge party. All the souls of the departed that where mentioned meet each other and celebrate the Luffy becoming King of the Pirates. Roger, Rayleigh and Whitebeard get to see Oden again. Nami ends up punching Gold Roger for doing something stupid on a reflex thinking it was Luffy. It actually really hurts Roger and as Nami apologizes, Bellmere looks proudly at her. Luffy laughs and Nami beats him up twice as hard. Roger, Whitebeard, Shanks, Oden and Fisher Tiger are now scared of her. They know Luffy has the best Navigator in the world, but are wondering if it’s worth it with him much she has punched Luffy in the short time they’ve know her. All while Brooke and the Rumbar Pirates play Bink’s Sake the entire time.

(If someone wants to make art of this, please do and tag me in it so I can see it and cry of happiness)

[darlinvandijk]

Hickey Prank

Concept: another prank on ruel but instead of pregnancy it’s the hickey prank since I love the idea of pranking him and making him freak out before being all cute with him. Like usual dm me or whatnot for a request. Also don’t worry I’ll be doing a pt. 2 for him doing the prank as revenge (Sorry that this is so long lmao, do y’all like long imagines? Or should I shorten them in the future) Hope you enjoy :)

“What’s going on whores? Y’all requested I do another prank on Rueloff, so I decided that the pregnancy prank wasn’t enough, it’s time to up the game. And you know what that means... HICKEY TIME” I screech at my camera sitting in front of me with a giant smile.

I continue my intro and what I’m going to do, before introducing Coco as my professional makeup artist for the fake hickey, both of us laughing since we know it’s going to be a good video. We joke around and film while she starts applying the eyeshadows on my neck.

“Honestly I’m so good at this, like I could be a professional. Ruel could never leave a hickey as good as me, like fuck real ones, we only rocking fakes ones from here on out bitches” Coco cheers as I laugh. Trust her to be the only person to ever say something like that, but I mean she is the best Van Dijk for a reason.

“Wait am I doing one, or like one that’s more noticeable than the others with a few scattered around? Like I guess my question is what does my brother do so we can do something he’d know wasn’t his” she questions, fake gagging as she thinks about Ruel giving me a hickey. I instantly burst out laughing, knowing she’s gonna hate what I’m about to say.

“Okay welllll you see he doesn’t usually leave any on my neck because of paps and fans trying to take pics, so he’ll know they aren’t his if they’re above my collarbones” I laugh out, covering my face at my confession, feeling it heat up under my hands. Coco chokes on air at my statement, not wanting to know what her little brother does in his free time with me.

“Wow I definitely did not want to know that but I’ll do one more noticeable one with a few light ones scattered around” she mumbles, continuing on with her makeup application on me, as I turn off the camera, deciding to just start filming again once it’s time. I put on one of my Spotify playlists, both of us just singing along and talking about how we think he’s going to react. I start to fiddle with my promise ring as my hands start to sweat, before deciding to just take it off and set it on the nightstand, making a mental note to put it back on before we start the prank.

“Honestly like I’m really not sure about what he’s going to do, like he’s so unpredictable. The fans never see it but he can get pretty angry sometimes when it has to do with people he loves.” Coco muses while setting the makeup and making sure it looks like it’s my skin and not super fake, knowing he’ll really stare at it to see if he’s just losing his mind. I ponder over what she says, genuinely unsure of what his reaction will be since it’s basically me tricking him into thinking I’m cheating.

“Yeah, I definitely get what you mean. I’m not sure if he’s going to be really sad and hurt or if he’s going to be really hurt but fucking pissed with me” she hums in agreement, knowing that there’s no way to be sure of his reaction, but just hope that he doesn’t lose it completely.

“Well no matter what I’m here, so as soon as shit goes too far , I’ll come down to make my appearance to confirm that it’s a prank since he will still be worked up a little even after you show him it comes off with water” she says, confirming our plan for when we tell him it’s just a prank. We both go around the house setting up the cameras, so that we can get footage in any of the rooms we may go into, during what we assume is going to be him pacing through the rooms completely pissed with me.

“Okay guys, we’re back and ready for this prank! Ruel texted me saying he’s on his way back from the studio, I picked up Coco today so he will have no clue anyone’s here but me since her car is at her apartment” I say to the main camera in our bedroom, placing it so that it gets a full view of the room if we come in here.

“Get ready bitches because it’s show time” Coco smirks at the camera. We both leave the room and I take her into the music room, where Ruel has his instruments and music sheets everywhere. I tell her to just hang in here while everything happens so that she can still hear it all, but will be out of sight. We both highfive and I leave the room to head downstairs to the living room, nervous for what’s about to happen. As I settle on the couch and pull a blanket on me, I hear the jingle of keys as the front door opens, before hearing footsteps head to where I am.

“Hey baby, sorry I got back a little late today. Do anything fun while I was gone?” Ruel mumbles, placing a kiss to the side of my head, before sitting next to me and taking off his shoes to carelessly toss them next to the coffee table. I lean my head onto his chest as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, throwing a quick smirk to the camera hidden in here.

“Nope, saw Coco earlier and had lunch with her, that was why I was really slow at texting you back earlier” I explain looking up at him as he nods his head and listens to my explanation. He grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers, before taking another close look.

“Where’s your promise ring? You literally never take it off” he questions, completely throwing me off since I forgot I had taken it off when my hands started to get sweaty, but realizing it adds more to the whole hickey thing.

“Huh I must’ve taken it off when cooking this morning and just never put it back on, I’ll put it on once we head upstairs later” I answer, trying to act as calm as possible as he stared me straight in the eyes with an unwavering look.

“You never take it off? Why are you starting to now?” He decides to question me further, making me try my hardest to hold back a laugh, knowing he’s falling right into my plan. I give him a soft smile and kiss his cheek before cuddling into him even more, feeling his arms tighten around me.

“I think because it was a little messy I didn’t want to get anything on it, so I just slipped it off and placed it upstairs” I said trying to convince him, seeing him give me an unconvinced look from the corner of my eyes. I turn to look at him before deciding it’s time to get everything in motion for the big freakout.

“I missed you today” I whisper out, my chin on his chest as I look up into his green eyes, smiling at the soft love filled look he gives me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, before lifting me up and placing me across the couch, one hand rests on my hip while the other rests on the side of my neck as he hovers over me. I try to keep everything as pg as possible, not wanting to have to cut anything out of the video since this is the buildup to everything. He’s resting between my legs as he starts to kiss around my jaw before slowly making his way down to my neck on one side, before moving to the other side that holds the hickey.

“what the fuck?” He whispers, completely freezing all movement as he stares at my neck. I turn my head to slightly cover it, giving him my most innocent look. I rest my hand on his cheek as he stares at me with complete shock on his face. He pushes away from me and stands up turning on all the lights he can in the living room, since I had it all a little dim so he wouldn’t see right away.

“Stand up.” He slightly snaps out, looking at me with an emotionless face. I hesitantly stand, keeping my hair over my neck and my chin pointed a little lower than usual. He rolls his eyes, before firmly but carefully grabbing my head and lifting it up, completely causing my neck to be exposed.

“Ruel what’re you doing? Stop it” I mumble out, pushing his hands away from my neck as he tilts my head to the side. He watches me with a look of pure betrayal, causing me to freeze up for a second at the pain he was feeling. He lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes, pacing around for a couple of seconds before turning back to me.

“Are you fucking cheating on me? Who the fuck did that?” He hisses out, eyes going from their beautiful green, to almost black. I give him a fake nervous glance, wringing my hands out in front of me before fake stuttering a reply to him.

“R-ruel you did that? They’re from last night” I say trying to reason with him as I reach for his hands, feeling him rip them away from my grip. He gives me a look of complete horror, that I’d dare try to pin this on him.

“We both know damn well I didn’t do that, I never leave them where they’re visible. Especially not fucking more than one. I can’t believe you’d do this to me” he spits out with so much pain that I start to debate whether or not to stop the prank already. Before I can tell him the truth he takes off upstairs towards our bedroom, causing me to run up after him to see what he’s going to do. He throws open the closet and starts grabbing clothes, throwing them onto the bed. In complete panic I jump onto him and stop him from grabbing more clothes.

“Wait Ruel baby stop, calm down for a second please.” I plead, trying to get him to stop so I can tell him it was just a prank and that I would never cheat on him. I guess he decided to take the angry and hurt route rather than the sad one. He shakes me off of him and tosses me onto the bed so that I land in the pile of clothes. He starts throwing his hands in the air in an exasperated manner, trying to figure out what to say.

“Don’t fucking call me baby, I’m not your baby anymore. You cheated on me, after everything we’ve ever promised to each other, you went and fucking cheated. Who was he? Since obviously he can do more for you than I can” he venomously hisses out, with hurt clear in his eyes, the beautiful green eyes that are starting to get misty with unshed tears.

“Ruel I didn’t cheat on you, give me a second to explain, please I love you and I promise it’s not what you think.” I try to reason with him grabbing his hand and pulling him to sit on the bed next to me. He pulls away from me but remains seated, running his hands down his face.

“Theres no explaining. I can see your neck, I know what it is... you never loved me” he chokes out, a single tear falling down his face. I reach out to wipe it away, knowing nows the time to stop this prank, it’s gone farther than I wanted. I never wanted it to go this way, I truly didn’t think it’d go this way or I wouldn’t have done it.

“I love you. You know I love you and that I’d never cheat on you. No other guy compares to you. Bubs it’s just a prank, I promise it’s just a prank.” I whisper to him, watching his head whip towards me with a glare. He stands up and starts pacing around, making me anxious on his reply.

“It looks real. I don’t fucking believe you. Your ring was off, you weren’t replying earlier, Coco never made a post of you together, and the hickey didn’t come off at all and when I rubbed it. Why’re you lying to me!” He shouts out, completely hurt to believe me, veins in his neck slightly popping out from his distress.

“Ruel follow me.” I mumble out, walking to the bathroom as he follows me, still in view of the camera frame. He stands against the bathroom door as I wet a wash cloth and hand it to him. He holds it and stares at me incredulously.

“I’m not touching you nor am I going to wipe your neck. We should just breakup now to get it over with” he deadpans, still too angry to believe me. I honestly can’t blame him, Coco did an amazing job making them realistic and smudge proof. I feel my heart sting at him wanting to break up, but I just roll my eyes before grabbing his hand and using it to drag the washcloth down my neck. He stands there in silence, moving my hand from his so that he can wiping at my neck, watching as the shades of red and purple slowly wash away. He sets the cloth on the counter before standing across from me and just staring at me, not saying a word.

“Are you going to breakup with me?” I mumble out, terrified at what this prank could have done. I need him, I should have known that this prank was too risky, especially when it comes to someone who puts their all into a relationship. Someone who’s biggest fear is getting cheated on or left behind. He drags his hands through his hair, giving me a slight glare before reaching out and tugging me into his arms.

“I want to kill you right now for doing this, where is she? I know Coco was a part of this prank since she used to make fake bruises to get out of pe in school.” He mutters into my neck, holding me tighter than ever. We both hear shuffling and turn our heads to see Coco standing there with a sheepish smile on her face, also not expecting this to have been the outcome.

“Hello dearest brother of mine, I love you” she says with a big grin, watching as he glares at her and walks into the bedroom. He picks up my ring on his nightstand and beckons me over to him, making Coco and I listen and walk to him. He grabs my hand and slides the ring back on, pulling me in and kissing the top of my head. I pull away and grab the camera, setting it up in front of the bed, as we sit down, ruel sitting in the middle of us.

“Well you guys that did not go as planned, or maybe it did? Like the point was to get a reaction, but I personally think it was a little too far. I hope you enjoy this wild ass prank video and you better like it, you guys almost cost me my whole ass relationship” I groan out to the camera, leaning my body against Ruels.

“You guys are all assholes, I honestly was about to have a heart attack. Not gonna lie I was about to go through your phone and find the guy so I could beat his ass, I’ve never been more angry than I was today” he states with a chuckle causing Coco and I to instantly lighten up, realizing that Ruel was fine now that he saw it was just a prank. I was truly scared this was going to affect our actual relationship.

“Honestly we didn’t think it’d go this far, it was supposed to be a simple prank, but as you can tell shit blew up” Coco states as all of us laugh and agree, knowing it was never the intention for this to all happen when we made the video, no one was supposed to actually get hurt.

“well guys that’s the end of this video and I love you all, don’t forget to leave a thumbs up and subscribe, also comment down below what you want to see next, but please spare my poor baby next time” I laugh out as Ruel nods his head vigorously, before giving me a kiss on the cheek. We all wave to the camera before shutting it off. Coco goes downstairs to shut the other ones off, before coming up to give us hugs and say goodbye, claiming this prank made her too tired to stay and hangout.

Ruel pulls me back on the bed with him, having me lean against the headboard as he lays with his chest against my back. I intertwine our fingers and rest them against his stomach, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He turns his head and kisses my arm before tilting his head to look at me.

“I love you so much, I know you could never cheat on me, but seeing that made me so mad that I honestly couldn’t rationalize anything, like it looked so real” he says, with a small frown, upset with himself that he could even believe for a second that I’d cheat on him. I smile at him and give him a soft kiss, before pulling away to kiss his forehead.

“I can’t blame you, they looked real as fuck. Honestly it’s not your fault, I didn’t know what I’d do if I was in your place, like honestly I’d lose my shit. I’m sorry if it went too far bub” I mumble back, giving him a soft look, feeling terrible that he was in so much distress because of a prank. He laughs and presses his lips to mine, giving me a slow but love filled kiss, before pulling back to give me a smirk as I lay underneath him completely breathless. His smirk never fades as he reaches a hand up and caresses my cheek, before dragging it down to lightly tug on my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t too far. I think you did a perfect prank, but beware love, you’ve started a war. Trust me, karma is a bitch and she’s going to bite you in the ass soon” he smirks, causing me to roll my eyes at his dramatics.

I mean what’s the worst he can do?

[thanksjro]

Last Stand of the Wreckers PsyOps records- Can we PLEASE Hire Some More Mental Health Specialists?

Rung gets a lot of play in the Last Stand of the Wreckers bonus materials. He was still more of a play-on-words as opposed to an actual character at the time, so I suppose it makes sense.

Rotorstorm walked into his appointment with Rung and immediately started hyping himself up. That’s very telling. When Rung asked about his time at Simanzi, he sort of shut down and wasn’t able to hide behind his defense mechanism of being the funniest, coolest, bravest, all-around-bestest guy in the room.

Rotorstorm was basically born, then thrown into the Aerial Program, where all that awful stuff with Jetstream happened. Dude was beating up an infant.

Motherfucker’s got some trauma, obviously, but apparently that’s not enough to disqualify him from Wrecker duty. Wrecker duty that he didn’t even want, I should add.

You gotta sign up for the Wrecker roster; he’d been on it before, but had dropped out to teach instead. Either someone set this poor guy up to die, or Jetstream was wrong this whole time and he really just is that good. Not that it mattered much- the damage is done. Rotorstorm has crippling self-doubt, and is also dead.

Pyro suffers from a programming disorder known as primus apotheosis, identified by the sufferer’s need to emulate the great Optimus Prime. Many Autobots are afflicted with this disorder, and even a few Decepticons have been known to have it. The fact that Pyro had primus apotheosis makes panels like this:

-all the more sad. This is a guy who’s had his own personality overwritten- by his own hero worship- in an attempt to be greater than himself. Pyro is by no means a slouch when it comes to saving the day- he saved an entire platoon of Autobots as a member of the Resistance.

Then Simanzi happened.

There isn’t a ton known about the Simanzi Massacre, only that it was so bad, the Cybertronian population was halved by the time it was over. Pyro would have been just another statistic, had it not been for Optimus Prime’s intervention. Does survivor’s guilt have some part in his disorder? It’s certainly possible. All that can be said for sure is that nobody got out of Simanzi unscathed.

Pyro was approved for the Wreckers with reservations, seeing as primus apotheosis sufferers can and will sacrifice themselves for others if given any wiggle room in which to do so. The Wreckers were just lucky that Pyro wanted to go out in style. It didn’t really work for him, but points for trying.

Guzzle isn’t his legal name. Much like Chromedome, he’s called what he’s called due to meddling with the war. Originally Pneumatix, and a forklift of all things- the name being a play on the word “Pneumatic”, because forklifts work by using compressed air to lift things- he entered the Body Augmentation Program. This turned him into something called a ruination tank. That’s why his turret accounts for nearly half of his height- they basically turned a Mini Cooper into a weapon of mass destruction. Because he’s meant to be actually very tiny, his body compensates for the added stress by being so insanely fuel-inefficient, he has to constantly eat. Thus the nickname.

Guzzle didn’t exactly impress Rung at his appointment, coming across as a rather cold, distant individual when it came to his own emotions, describing his own near-death experience at the hands of the Decepticons in terms of what weaponry was used to try to kill him. Still, he was approved for the Garrus-9 mission.

It’s at this point that you have to wonder just how many people are actually on the waiting list for this group.

First Aid about had a panic attack when he thought Springer was inviting him to join the Wreckers, so it’s obviously a known thing that members don’t last terribly long, or at least, it’s something that can be inferred through reading about them.

Looking at past members, it’s rather telling what sort of person is attracted to the Wrecker lifestyle; Whirl is an emotional powder keg that’s constantly trying to light his own fuse, Impactor defied wartime sanctions to murder the his rivals, Roadbuster is a hardcore drug abuser who ripped someone’s spine out, and Kup can only function in polite society if he’s smoking medicinal marijuana at all times. These are not stable individuals. Springer is the odd exception, and I’m counting Perceptor as a borderline case, because he went through a massive personality shift that led him to where he was within the group. He may appear “normal” when compared to the others, but that guy’s for sure got some issues that he keeps close to his chest.

Given all of this, it’s not really much of a leap to say that Rotorstorm got thrown back on the list because they didn’t have anyone else who wanted in on this madness. It’s also not much of a leap to say that the only reason any of these guys got approved to join was because there weren’t any other options. The psych-screenings were probably just done as a professional obligation at that point. Rung, for all his faults, was likely working with what he’d been given.

I’m not exactly sure where these profiles were meant to reside within Last Stand’s timeline, given that Rotorstorm and Pyro are classified as being probably alive, whereas Ironfist is not.

Ironfist spends a good portion of his appointment with Rung fanboying over the Wreckers, as he is wont to do. When he actually gets around to talking about himself, he’s not nearly as eloquent or organized. Rung did not approve Ironfist for the mission, based solely on his lack of experience in the field of busting heads. He only got on the team due to Prowl’s interference, as has been established before.

Fisitron is revealed to have been a writer of many talents, publishing articles for all ages and reading levels. He was an author you could grow up on.

Impactor’s profile was written at the time of his probationary hearing, and it seems to imply that Rung may be a bit of an idiot. He had dismissed the guard who was present, in an attempt to get Impactor to be more open with him. This went about as well as that sort of thing usually goes for the only mental health specialist on all of Cybertron.

Looks like someone’s got a fear of mnemosurgery. With this little event in his past, it’s very surprising that Rung tried to offer it to Fortress Maximus in MTMTE #6.

Maybe Rung accidentally stuck a really big magnet to the side of his head at some point, thus erasing his memory files, because I know that I sure wouldn’t be offering that sort of thing if this was the average reaction to it.

After Impactor had had his moment, he shared some of his war stories with Rung- apparently his lack of a right hand was inspired by meeting Death’s Head.

Though Death’s Head isn’t directly named, it’s pretty obvious that’s who it’s intended to be, given that he’s mentioned as “ricocheting from universe to universe after leaping through an exploding time portal.” This is in reference to the events that took place in the Marvel UK storyline “The Legacy of Unicron!” This is also what happened to him prior to the events of Eugenesis.

Rung is aware of these events due to having read Wreckers: Declassified. I’m not sure how I feel about Wreckers: Declassified being a valid resource for Rung to pull from, considering Fisitron self-described with the word “dramatist” in “Bullets”.

The session had to be ended when Rung tried to psychoanalyze Impactor in a way he wasn’t ready for, as the man threatened to crush his brain like a grape between his fingers.

Lot of Eugenesis vibes in this entry.

We don’t get any history on Impactor, as it’s been scrubbed from the record at someone’s request. Is it related to his relationship with Megatron? The events that would eventually be revealed in Sins of the Wreckers? Maybe it’s just left like that to create intrigue for the eventual sequel series, Sins of the Wreckers. Who knows? I certainly don’t.

That’s the end of Rung’s reports, but we still have a couple more characters to get through.

Rotorstorm, Snare, and Swindle must go to the same body shop, because they’re the only guys who have eyes/visors that aren’t a primary color. It’s an interesting little character design choice, and I can’t help but wonder if there was some sort of reason for it.

…I genuinely wasn’t expecting an answer for that. Neat!

Snare’s kind of a loner, which works out pretty well for him, since he’s usually on surveillance duty. He’s also a sadist, having developed some nasty ways to keep prisoners in line. “Morphcore stimulation” is mentioned, and it’s less fun than it sounds, not that it sounds terribly fun in the first place. The fact that even Snare thought Overlord was a bit much is very telling.

If you’re unfamiliar with the term “morphcore”, don’t feel bad about it, because it’s only ever been used in one piece of media up until this point. Morphcores were a small bundle of nerves at the base of the Cybertronian brain that controlled transformation, as explained in Eugenesis. This term would quickly be switched out for the more well-known “transformation cog” for brand cohesion. The really funny thing is that that this section is attributed to Nick Roche. It would seem that TMUK is a hard state of mind to shake off.

This won’t be the only time Roche and Roberts team-up to completely miss the mark on how the IDW continuity functions- the Dire Wraith in The Revolution oneshot they wrote together was running off of the Marvel UK iteration of the species.

Overlord doesn’t have a profile, per se, but rather a transcript of a correspondence between Megatron and a guy named Gorelock.

Gorelock apologizes for not getting in contact sooner, explaining that the reason he’s been radio silent is because Overlord fucking showed up out of nowhere, after cutting and running from the Decepticause years prior. Whether Megatron had actually heard Overlord’s message or just figured it out from context clues isn’t clarified.

Gorelock super-duper promises that he and his guys didn’t just stand there pissing themselves in fear as Overlord strolled through their ranks, and they super-duper totally fought him until Gorelock decided to hear the guy out. For sure. Absolutely.

It turns out, Overlord was never actually dismissed from the rank of the Decepticons, which means that he outranks Gorelock, and Gorelock was therefore compelled to grant him a favor.

The favor is wrecking an entire empire’s shop. Gorelock complies with this request, purely due to being outranked. Absolutely. For sure.

Once the contract was completed in full, Overlord fucked off into space.

You know, not enjoying your hobbies anymore can be a sign of depression.

And that’s why Gorelock hasn’t kept in touch! I’m sure Megtron will be very understanding about this whole thing.

Or not!

[ashis2gay4u]

I Am Not A Robot (In One Post!!)

Nico di Angelo stared out his window, the skull head ashtray in his lap overflowing with ashes, cigarette butts, and burnt out joints, yet instead of ashing out the open window, he continued to ash into the tray.

He was sat on the ledge of the bay window, it being big enough to be a bed for an average height person. He gave a huff as he watched the boys playing soccer on the lawn across the street, smiling and laughing.

He can't remember the last time he laughed. Hell, he doesn't even remember what it sounds like.

Don't even get him started on his smile, because he's sure he'd rip his face in half if he even tried.

He put the ashtray aside, pulling his knees to his chest. He nestled his chin between them, continuing to watch.

One of those boys turned to look at him, and Nico froze as the others turned to stare him down.

"Hey!" one kid shouted, his black hair untamed, like he had just rolled out of bed, "Wanna join? Might be more fun than watching!"

Nico shook his head, "No, I'm good-"

Another boy, a Latino, shorter than the first, spoke up next, "But why not? We're one player short of a team, anyways!"

Nico stood up and leaned out the window, staring at the five boys there. "No, I'm good, thank you very much."

The blonde boy shrugged, "He doesn't want to play, guys."

"Awe, man!" the Latino said.

The Chinese boy shook his head and spoke up, barely loud enough for Nico to hear, "If he doesn't want to play, he doesn't have to... Plus, he kinda scares me."

At that, Nico slammed his window shut, glaring at them all. He flipped them off, and went to sit on his bed.

Curled up on his purple comforter, he fell into what he hopes will be a dreamless sleep.

~

He woke up the next day in a cold sweat. Everything was fine, up until he fell into that dark hole.

He hated that hole, with all it's horrid hallucinations and ghastly smells and horrifying noises.

He quickly threw the blanket away- how did it get on him and not below him?-, and stood up, going to take a quick shower.

He stared at his reflection afterwards, glaring into his own eyes.

He proceeded to brush his teeth, his eyes never leaving the stare into his own soul.

He had mastered this technique. Why? It was a distraction.

He quickly got dressed, before heading to his window, opening them up and sitting on the ledge, grabbing his lighter, smokes, and ashtray from beside him.

Just as he had taken the first inhale, a knock sounded at his door, followed by a sniffing sound.

"Dammit, Nico! I told you not to smoke in the house!" came the voice of his step-mother, Persephone.

He hated her, she was always switching between nice and mean with him.

"Fuck off, you bitch, I don't have time for you."

She slammed open the door, glaring at him. "You dare? I should call your father right now and-"

"And what? He won't fuckin' pick up. He never picks up. Not since Mamma and Bianca died, right?" he said coolly, smirking as she tensed up.

"Don't you dare mention her-"

"Suck it up, he cheated on you with her. Twice. And then once more with Hazel's mom. Yet you hate me the most. How so? Why not hate the man who cheated on you, because you aren't enough?"

Persephone merely walked over and smacked his ashtray out of his hand, his smokes and lighter flying out the window with it.

A loud crash rang out as the crystal skull broke.

"Don't. Smoke. In. My. House. You. Insolent. Brat!"

Nico pushed her away, grabbed his satchel from where it was perched against the windowsill, and nodded, "Fine. Next time, I'll smoke in your room, and leave all the ashes in your makeup and burn holes through all your favorite dresses. Cunt."

She was about to smack him, he could tell, so he did what he always did when she attacked him.

He jumped out the window, landing in her garden and rolling to his feet. He smirked up at her, "I think I crushed those pretty tulips that just bloomed! Sorry!"

She started screaming at him, but he was already in the garage, starting up his motorcycle. He took off down the street, heading towards his favorite place in the world.

The graveyard.

~

When he got there, he parked his bike and tossed his helmet to the side, sitting on his haunches in front of the gravestones before him.

"Hey, Mamma, Bianca. It's been a while."

He sighed, moving to sit with his legs crossed.

"I know I shouldn't break her rules, and I know I shouldn't fucking snap at her and piss her off, but she does everything she can to hurt me. I hate it."

He could feel the tears starting to fall, hitting his hands which were clasped so tightly in his lap he swore he was about to snap his own fingers in half.

"I had the nightmare again, Mamma, about-" He stopped himself, choking back a sob.

"I miss you, Mamma, Bianca. Sometimes I... I just want to be emotionless, like a robot."

~

"Hey, Nico... I heard from Persephone what had happened, I'm sorry she broke your ashtray, I know how much it meant to you," Hazel said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Whatthefuckever, she can do what she wants..." Nico mumbled.

"You don't always have to be on top, you know," she replied, gently taking his hand in hers.

"I feel like I have to-"

"Because you can't show weakness, right? It's okay to be vulnerable, you don't have to act like the tough guy all the time."

Nico said nothing, merely stared out the window where his new plastic ashtray sat.

"You've been smoking a lot, lately."

"I know."

"You're just a baby, Nico. You shouldn't smoke so much..."

"I'm seventeen, Hazel."

"I know, but your lungs aren't fully developed yet."

"If I wanted advice, I'd go to a counselor or a medical professional," he snapped.

"...Better to be hated, than loved for what you're not," she said, before standing up.

He snatched his hand away, and she left, closing the door behind her softly.

~

It's been a year since he started watching the boys.

He sat perched on his window ledge as per usual, a new (although metal) skull ashtray sat in his lap. Persephone was gone, so she couldn't yell at him.

He stared out the open window, and noticed the black-haired boy and his friends were out front again, playing some demented form of tag.

The Latino looked up at him, and waved.

Despite his better judgment, he waved back.

He was just being polite, is all.

"Yo!" the blonde boy yelled, "Wanna play with us now?"

"What the fuck are you idiots even playing, anyways?" Nico questioned.

"TV Tag!" the black-haired boy said, smiling goofily.

Nico's heart stopped at that look on his face.

No, no. Not today. Begone, thoughts.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

The Latino stepped forwards, grinning wildly. Nico's heart did a flip.

"It's when you yell out a TV show name, and crouch down. The person can't idle by you, or tag you until you stand up. You can only crouch for ten seconds, though, but it's fair play to yell out another right afterwards!"

"That doesn't sound very fair at all, that should be illegal."

The blonde boy laughed, loud and booming. It made Nico's cheeks heat up.

Fuck, they're all hot.

"I like this kid!" he said.

The black-haired boy grinned, "Frank isn't here today, so if you want, you can fill in for him!"

Nico thought for a second, before putting out his smoke. He stood up, and promptly closed his window, disappearing from their sights.

"Awe, man! Percy, you scared him away!"

"I'm sorry, Jason, I didn't mean to! Besides, Leo probably did it, not me!"

"Hey! Jason, are you going to let him talk to me like that-"

"Gods, it's like watching a buncha old married couples. Maybe I should just go."

They all stopped talking, and turned to face Nico, who stood a few feet away, a smoke hanging from his lips.

"Smoking kills," the blonde boy- Jason, Nico recalled-, said.

"Exactly."

Jason made a choking noise at the blunt tone, and the Latino- Leo, the black-haired boy had called him- laughed.

"Cat got your tongue really good, eh, Superman?"

"Shut up, you stupid Christmas Elf."

"Jason, how could you?" he said, faking a sob. He turned to the black-haired boy, "Percy, are you going to let him talk to me like this?"

Percy rolled his eyes, "No, Repair Boy. Jason, play nice. Leo, stop being dumb."

Leo gave a gasp, falling against Jason. Jason caught him, rolling his eyes in turn.

Percy turned to look at Nico, "Hey, name's-"

"Percy," Nico said, smirking. "The blonde is Jason, and the tiny shit is Leo. I pay attention, you know."

Leo gave a cry, "You've embarrassed me in front of the hot goth! how could you!"

Jason dropped him, "Well, it does give Percy an advantage."

Nico stared at the three, "What?"

"Why do you think we've been spending so much time outside since we first noticed you?" Percy said, chuckling. "Me and Leo thought you were cute. Everybody's been trying to help both of us win a chance, well, except for Frank, who's apparently dating your-"

"Oh fuck no. That's Frank Zhang? Holy shit, that kid is dead-"

"Wait! He's really nice, we swear-" Jason said.

"No, he borrowed my Myth-O-Magic cards a few months ago from Hazel and spilled pop on them. Hazel's kept him away from my wrath for this long, but no more. Dead, he will be."

They all stared at him for a few moments, before collapsing to the grass in fits of laughter.

"That's why you want to murder him?" Leo said, wiping tears from his eyes.

"We... We thought-"

"That it was cause of what he said last year," Percy managed to get the whole sentence out, before giggling uncontrollably once more.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Nico deadpanned.

"Yep, indeed."

"Wanna play that game?" he asked.

Leo's face lit up, "Si, indeed!"

They all stood up, exchanged looks, and then yelled in almost perfect unison, "NOT IT!" before taking off in different directions.

Nico soon learned physical activity was not meant to be done in skinny jeans.

~

"Hey, Mamma, Bianca."

It's been two months since he's last visited them. He'd been so busy running around with Leo, Jason, Percy, Grover (Percy's best friend), and Frank (who turned out to be really cool, even replaced his deck with a limited edition one), and had completely forgotten his promise to visit them every day.

The first time since he was ten, nonetheless. He's eighteen now.

"I made some... Ah, friends, I guess," he said, not sure how he felt about having friends.

The word tasted strange in his mouth, he doesn't think he's ever had any friends, not like the five friends he had made.

"...I kinda like them..."

"Awe, we like you too!" Leo Valdez said, appearing at his shoulder.

Nico almost had a heart attack, "What-? Why-"

Jason Grace, Percy Jackson, and Frank Zhang stood next to Leo, each with a bouquet of flowers. Nico stared at them all.

"My Mama died when I was seven, she was buried just over there," Leo said, smiling sadly, "Next to my twin brother."

"My mom died when I was about eleven, I think, I was abandoned outside this military facility- nobody claimed me-, so I didn't find out until I ran into my sister out on a mission with Leo, who I had picked up along the way with my girlfriend, Piper."

"And you?" he asked, turning to Percy.

"Here for emotional support," he said, brandishing two bouquets of red roses.

Nico stared at them all silently, "So-"

"Maria is a nice name," Leo said, sitting down next to where Nico sat hunched in front of the graves, "And if she had even a bit of your face on her, I bet she was gorgeous, too..."

Percy sat on the other side of him, placing a bouquet in front of the graves, "I'm sure Jason's mom won't mind. Bianca... That name sounds familiar. Was she an archer...?"

Nico nodded solemnly, "One of the best. At such a young age, she was already on the waiting list for the Olympics."

Percy went pale, "I knew her. I met her and you at a casino years ago."

"You- You were the boy with the blonde? That boy you left with was-"

"Grover, yeah. Annabeth is my other best friend, but nobody can compare to the G-Man."

Jason stood off to the side, and silently slunk off to his mother's grave.

Leo sighed, "Guess we've all met each other before, then. I remember her, too, she and Hazel used to play hide and seek with me and my brother Sammy Jr. all the time, up until he died."

"Sammy... Jr...? The kid she had a crush on?"

"Yeah, I had a crush on her, too, until I met my ex Calypso. Boy, that went to Hell-"

"-when he found out she had tried to seduce me while I was on-and-off dating Annabeth," Percy finished.

"Woah... We've got some fucked up connections, don't we?" Nico said, smirking.

"Yeah, we do," Percy replied, leaning back against the grass.

"Where'd Jason go?" Leo asked, looking around.

"Over here!" came the voice of the blonde.

"Oh, he's paying respects. Come on, Leo, let's go do that, too."

"...I'll come with, I can talk to them later," Nico said, standing up with the other two boys.

"Are you sure? You seemed to be having a decent one-sided conversation with the dead, Neeks," Leo said, chuckling silently.

"Yeah, yeah, Valdez. Let's go."

~

"Happy birthday, Baby Bat Wings!" Leo cried, waving a party streamer around.

Percy laughed and swung his arm around his shoulders, Leo following suit.

Soon enough, Nico had six boys hanging off of him, Jason, Frank, Grover, and Will Solace- who was the latest addition to their little group- soon joining in on the group hug.

Nico can't remember when he smiled so hard, but he'd gladly accept his face splitting in half if this was the reason why.

He blushed a deep crimson red as his two crushes, Leo and Percy, kissed each of his cheeks respectively.

~

"You've been hanging with the unloved kids a lot," Persephone accused, glaring at her step-son. "You've never really trusted or even liked them before, what happened?"

"He's just magnetic, he picks up all the loose pins," Hazel says, smiling sweetly at the wickedly bi-polar step-mother.

Persephone sniffed, "Yes, but he really shouldn't. I looked them all up, they all have criminal records or bad school reputations!"

"I'm nineteen now, Persephone. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

She got a wicked gleam in her eye at that, "Yes, you're right. So, you're an adult, now... Get the fuck out of my house.”

Nico stared at her, before turning to Hazel, "Can she do that?" he questioned, looking like he had just witnessed the most fucked up thing in history.

She shrugged, "'Dunno."

"Call Dad, then, see what he says!"

"He won't pick up the phone, and you know it," Persephone replied. "You have twenty-four hours to get the fuck out of my house, before I call the cops for thievery, breaking into my house, and vandalism!"

"Excuse the fuck you-"

She pulled out her phone, dialing 911. "Try me, Nico. Where's your mother to save you from my wrath now? I should have kicked you out as soon as you turned sixteen."

Nico glared, and rushed up the stairs, calling Leo to come get him. He grabbed all his clothes, pillows, and blankets and threw them out the window, packing his more fragile stuff and personal items into his multiple backpacks, his satchel, and his one suitcase, and dragged them all downstairs.

He spat in her face before leaving, Leo and Percy (who had offered his much bigger six-seater as a substitute for Leo's pick-up), helping him load up all his stuff.

They drove off, and Nico felt truly alive for once.

~

"Don't be so pathetic, Nico, just sing! Come on!"

"Shut up, Jackson, I will not-"

"You called?" Leo sang, prancing into the room, dressed entirely in Percy's clothes. He wore a black towel wrapped around his head.

Percy rolled his eyes, "Oh gods, not this again."

"Oh gods, not this again," Leo said in a mock imitation of Percy, "Look, I'm Perseus Jackson! All tough, all sexy! Dumb skater boy!"

Nico laughed, "He was a skater boy, she said seeya later boy-" he stopped himself, realizing he had been singing the lyrics.

The two boys stared at him, "Wow..."

"Such beauty," Leo said, smiling.

"Amazing..." Percy said, in awe.

Nico blushed, "Guys, come on... I'm not that good-"

"Better than Percy, he sounds like a dying whale!"

"You wound me, you shit."

"Suck it, Aquaman."

"When, where, how ha-"

Nico let out a squeak, "P-Percy!"

"Jealous, much?" the sea-green eyed boy said, smirking.

"I'm gonna be sick," Leo said, fake gagging.

"Both of you are dumb, absolutely not," Nico said, noticing how Leo's face lit up and Percy's face fell.

Oh boy, was he as smitten with them as they were with him.

~

Another nightmare, and Nico woke up screaming, thrashing at his blankets as he tried to sit up.

The sounds of footsteps came echoing down the hall, and Leo burst in, wearing nothing but a white tank top covered in grease stains and a pair of red Deadpool boxers, Percy appearing behind him wearing Superman pajama pants.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked, concerned.

Percy looked anxious, "Nightmares, buddy?"

Nico couldn't help it when he started crying, reaching out to them like a pathetic baby.

They both swooped in and hugged him, Percy settled behind him and Leo nestled up against Nico's chest, both mumbling soft, soothing words and holding him tight, but not too tightly as to trigger a flashback of any sorts.

"Mamma... Bianca... And I-"

"Shh, take your time..." Percy whispered, rubbing his cheek against Nico's hair.

"Yeah, Neeks, don't rush yourself."

"I felt so... Vulnerable... In that cave. We got stuck down there for a week on a field trip to Greece, there was this gas..."

Percy tightened his grip around Nico's waist, and Leo burrowed deeper against Nico's stomach, his cheek pressed against it.

Nico took a deep breath, before continuing.

"We were trapped for five days. Mamma... Got sick first. The gas created hallucinations, and... Her heart couldn't take the horrors. She started screaming about a lightning storm, shoved us out of the way, and then... She tripped and fell, landing face first on those ground spike things..."

Percy looked horrified, but Nico didn't see, so he continued on.

"Bianca got sick next. The smells really got to her. She thought she was in a metal scrap yard, and got... The ceiling collapsed on top of her," he said shakily, "I was left alone for the next three days, until they found me. I was malnourished and traumatized, and Dad... He left. Business trip after business trip.

"Last time he called me was when I was eleven... He said he wished I had died instead of Bianca, she wouldn't... She wouldn't have been as much of a failure as I am," Nico said, his whole body shaking as sobs wracked his body, occasionally breaking free.

He felt vulnerable, so very vulnerable.

"The noises were what fucked me up the most, mixed with the smells and hallucinations of monsters and demons and... And my dead family..."

He broke down entirely, turning slightly to latch onto Percy. Leo sat up and clung to them both in turn, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," Leo mumbled, "I know what it's like to watch people you love die... I watched Mama and Sammy die in a fire... I started it..."

"I watched my mom get strangled to near-death as a kid... Stayed by her side in the hospital for a few days before I went off with Grover and Annabeth. Ran away to find the sick fucker who attacked her, this guy named Minotaur, he called himself..."

"We're all fucked up," Nico gasped, laughing silently.

"And vulnerable," Leo added.

"But that's good," Percy said, smiling softly through his own tears, "That means we aren't robots."

"Can you teach me how to feel?" Nico asked softly, "Can you turn my power back on...?"

"We'll try our fuckin' best."

~

After a year of living with the two, Nico said something that made the two boys stop and stare.

"I like you both. Fuck, I'm in love with both of you."

"What-" Leo questioned, ears going bright red.

"How-" Percy questioned, dropping his lucky pen Riptide, which he's had for years but never really used.

"I. Love. Both. Of. You," Nico said once again, even more bluntly than the first. "And I don't know how, I just know I do."

The two boys shared a look, before they both broke into huge smiles.

"Fuck. Yes," Leo said.

"So... How the fuck do we smash? Do we take turns or-"

"Percy!" Nico scolded, face flushing.

"Why don't we find out tonight?" Leo asked, smirking. "Would be a great way to celebrate our three-way."

"Wait, so-"

"Yes, Ghost King, I'd happily share you with Repair Boy," Percy said grinning.

"As long as I can be a bottom, I hate topping," Leo said.

Nico laughed, and instantly crashed onto the couch between them, moving the resumes they had been filling out.

The two snuggled up against him, and Nico smiled.

I am not a robot.

{La Fin}

~Ashton Bende

[gray-autumn-sky]

Sleepless in Seattle, Chapter 10

April 6, 1993- Seattle, Washington:

“You should come back to my place,” Emma says leaning against the back of her car and grinning suggestively. “I’m not ready for breakfast to be over.”

“As nice as that sounds,” Robin says, shifting a bit awkwardly as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I can’t. You know that I can’t. I’m helping Roland and his friends practice for the Raingutter Regatta. We’re testing out the boats for the first time.”

“Aren’t other parents going to be there?”

“That’s not the point.”

“I know,” Emma concedes. “But you can’t blame me for trying.”

“You could always come along. It’s fun. We fill the gutters with water and put on some fans and race the boats. The kids have a blast with it, and truthfully, so do the parents.”

Emma’s nose scrunches. “I doubt that Roland wants me to tag along.”

“He… just needs some time to adjust.”

“Maybe, but… this sounds like it’s your special thing with him.”

Robin grins. “Me, him and four other little boys.”

Emma shrugs. “I’d have killed for that when I was a kid.”

He smiles gently, remembering that she wasn’t much older than Roland when her parents died in a car crash. He tries to be cognizant of it and he tries his best not to say things that scratch on old wounds, but every now and then when he brings up some sort activity or tradition that he and Roland share, she pushes back as if to put distance between them. He’s invited her along to a handful of things, and with the exception of the dinner at his house, that admittedly went quite poorly, she’s declined and become uncomfortable. For awhile, he wondered if she didn’t like kids--and that would certainly have been a deal breaker--but the more he got to know her and the more he talked to Belle and Ruby about it, he came to realize that it was residual feelings about her parents that she hadn’t quite dealt with.

And he wasn’t quite sure what to do with that.

But then again, he had his own baggage that he’d never quite dealt with.

He likes Emma and their dates were a break from the monotony that was his life as a newly single dad. But his relationship with Emma was very much separate from the rest of his life, and as they got to know eachother better, the more separate it seemed to become.

“Call me when you’re done?”

“Yeah, sure,” he says easily, nodding. “Should be around two.”

“I think I’ve finally found a trail we’ll both enjoy.”

“Ahh, I’m intrigued.”

Nodding, she grins and a bit awkwardly leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Call me.”

“Definitely.”

He watches her get into her car and drive off, and as he watches her go he can’t help but notice he doesn't feel her absence. It’s an odd thought, really, but when he was with Marian being without her started to feel strange. When she was gone--to the grocery store or on a weekend girls trip with friends-- he felt her absence. He didn’t quite feel himself or know what to do with himself, and when she returned, it felt like, finally, all was right in the world. It was a little thing, and he knew that it wasn’t fair to compare Emma to Marian--or to compare the way he felt about each of them. Deep down he knew he’d never find another love like Marian, and he was content with a companion who wasn’t a relative or six years old.

But at the same time, after a month, he didn’t expect this to be the direction they were going in; and he knew that eventually, he’d want more. After all, he’d all but confessed to the world that when he thought of his future, he saw himself settling down with someone new.

He mulled it over as he drove, weighing both sides of things--the pros and the cons of a casual relationship--and by the time he pulled into the driveway to pick up Roland, he decided that he could enjoy this for what it was--a break and reprieve, something that didn’t have the weight of a serious relationship, something to get his feet wet again and get him back into the swing of things. Then, by the time he reached the door, he couldn’t believe his own insensitivity or that he was okay using a woman as a stepping stone to something bigger and better and more meaningful.

“Hey, is Roland about ready?”

Belle nods from the couch. “Yeah, Ruby just got done ironing his kerchief. He’s putting it on.”

“I know he thinks it’s dorky, but that thing is so cute on him.”

Belle grins. “I’m partial to the knee socks.”

“He hates the knee socks.”

“I know, but next year, when he’s in Boy Scouts it won’t be part of the uniform, so I am going to make him wear them as often as possible, regardless of how he feel about them.”

“You know,” Robin says, leaning against the arm of the couch. “There’s going to be a day when he won’t let you and Ruby play dress up with him and treat him like a doll.”

“But that day isn’t today.”

He grins. “Well, if he comes down in a kerchief and knee socks, you’ll be correct.”

“It’s part of the uniform.”

“It’s optional.”

Belle shrugs. “He doesn't know that.”

Chucking softly, Robin shakes his head--and his morning with Emma seems so distant, like it wasn’t even a part of the same day, let alone the same life. “Can I… ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Does Emma talk about me?”

Belle blinks. “Well, I’m your sister, so I’m sure there are things she just… doesn’t tell me.”

“Right, but… does she mention me.”

“Sometimes.”

“Does she seem to… like me?”

Belle blinks. “Like you,” she says slowly. “Do you not think she likes you? Do you think she wants to break up.”

“No, no, no. Not exactly. It’s--” He stops and sighs. “It’s just… it’s this weird feeling I get when I’m with her.”

“You think she’s not into you.”

“No, I think… I’m… not into her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Belle’s eyes narrow. “Can you… give me an example or--”

“At first, I thought it was because dating was so new to me or because I’m still in love with Marian, but lately, I just… I don’t feel like she’s my girlfriend. I don’t feel like we’re a couple. I feel like I’m hanging out with a buddy.”

“Well, when I set you up I told you she was looking for something casual.”

“I know, but…” He sighs. “I like her. When I’m with her we have fun. We like the same crap food and she likes doing outdoorsy things and she’s not clingy, but--”

“Are you having fun?”

“When I’m with her?” He shrugs. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Then, maybe just… enjoy it for what it is.”

“I don’t want to use her.”

“She won’t think that.”

“But I think that. I’m dating a woman I have no intention of going to the next level with.”

“You’re spending time with a person who isn’t part of the family. You go out. You do things. You live a life outside of being Roland’s dad.”

He frowns. “But I like being Roland’s dad.”

“Of course you do, but that’s not all you are.” She shrugs. “For so long you were Robin-and-Marian. Now, you have to remember who just Robin is.”

He nods--that does make sense and he does enjoy the time he spends with Emma. She’s introduced him to noir films and rekindled his interest in hiking on trails not suitable for a child; she never tells him that he should choose something healthier and since they’ve started dating he’s found himself more willing to try new things. Before Emma, his life was routine--he got up, he took care of Roland, he took Roland to school and then went to work, then he came home and took care of Roland before going to bed and starting the same routine over again in the morning. Some things Emma introduced him to he didn’t enjoy--but once he figured that out, they didn’t do it again. She didn’t push him. She just let him be--and he couldn’t remember the last time he was allowed to do that without expectation.

“If you’re really worried about it, you should talk to her. Take some time and really think about it, and then talk to her. Tell her what you’re thinking.”

“I could,” he agrees. “Maybe I’ll take the boat out today.”

“Ruby and I certainly aren’t using it,” Belle says. “You still know the the key code for our garage door?”

“Yeah,” Robin deadpans. “It’s your birthday.”

“Well, it’s been awhile.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighs, remembering how he used to take the boat out whenever he needed to clear his head, usually after a fight with Marian. The water gave him a sort of clarity, a chance to be alone with his thoughts and to work out his feelings. “It’s been too long.”

Belle nods, and for a moment, silence falls between them and he loses himself momentarily in thought, still thinking about his relationship with Emma--and of course, Belle picks up on that. “She’s not the type who is going to take this the wrong way. She doesn’t get attached like that,” she reminds him as she bites down on her lip, Belle lets out a little whimper and grimaces as if to brace herself. “How’s, um… the sex.”

Robin’s eyes widen a little. “We don’t talk about that.”

“Me and you or you and Emma?”

“Me and you.”

“Just… are things… good there?”

“Fine. Just fine.”

“Then, just go with it. Enjoy it for what it is is and don’t think too much about it, and if you’re really bothered by this setup, then you need to take to her.”

“Talk to who?” Roland asks, hopping off the last stair--and he can’t help but laugh at his son’s kerchief and knee socks, or at the fact that he doesn't know how uncool or unstylish those two pieces of clothing are.

“Nevermind.”

Roland shrugs. “We gotta pick Gus up on the way.”

Robin’s eyes shift to Ruby. “His mom called. She’s feeling sick, and… we kinda told her that you could pick him up on the way so he doesn’t have to miss the regatta.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Robin says, shrugging his shoulders as he looks to Roland. “But he can’t stay.”

“No? Why?”

“Because I’m taking you fishing after the regatta.”

“You are?” Roland asks, his eyes widening. “We haven’t gone since--” He stops and his excitement fades.

“Since mum died.”

“Yeah.”

“I think she’d be glad to know we’ve started going fishing again.”

“Me too,” Roland agrees. “But we gotta throw all the fish back. That’s what mom always did.”

Laughing, Robin nods as he reaches for Roland’s jacket. “Sounds like a plan,” he says easily, handing Roland the jacket--and completely forgetting about the promised phone call to Emma.

_____

April 6, 1993- Greenwich, Connecticut to Seattle, Washington and back again:

Regina sits at her desk, rubbing her thumb against the back of her engagement ring--it’s barely six in the morning, and she’s already in tears.

Of course, at the start of it, she knew that this week was going to hard on her--after all, Henry was spending a week with his father on a court-ordered visit. From the time they separated until the start of that year, Leopold had shown little interest in their son; and it seemed to everyone that when he divorced her, he’d also divorced Henry. For awhile, it made her blood boil and she hated the way he so easily discarded their son--but then, she’d gotten used to it being just her and Henry, and she liked it. She liked not having to share him, and he seemed happier without his father in his life. Mal had filled the void of another parent relatively seamlessly, and she and Henry, and Mal and Lily had become so much closer since her divorce, creating their own little family unit--and then when Daniel came into the picture, he, too, just fit into their lives. She and Henry were both content with that and she hated that it had to change.

Then Leopold changed his mind, and there was no real reason she should stand in the way. Henry tried to protest, but he hadn’t much choice in the matter--and now, here she was, crying at her desk and missing her son.

For the first two nights, Daniel stayed with her, and that helped a bit--but last night he had to go into the city for an early morning meeting, and she’d been on her own. She decided to take the opportunity to get some work done, focusing her time and energy on the article she was writing about Doctor Hopper’s show. She was going over her notes with Doctor Hopper when something in her interview with her caught her eye--the moment he asked her when she first her his show, and then, suddenly, everything that she’d been trying not to think about flooded forward until all she could think about was Sleepless in Seattle--or, Robin, as he was really called.

“You… look like you were hit by a bus on your way to work,” Mal says, coming onto the office and extending a cup of coffee to her. “This was help… some of that.”

“Thanks,” she murmurs, accepting the coffee. “I miss Henry.”

“Of course you do.”

“And I miss--” she stops. “Is is possible to miss someone you don’t know.”

“You listened to that tape again, didn’t you? The recording you have of Doctor Hopper’s Christmas show, the one with Sleepless in Seattle.”

“Robin,” she supplies. “And Roland.”

“And you can’t stop thinking about them.”

She nods. “I should be thinking about my fiance.”

Mal’s eyes narrow. “Regina, you know you need to figure this out, one way or another, you have to do something about this.”

“I know,” she admits quietly. “I owe to…”

“Yourself.”

She nods. “Yeah. I just… I feel terrible that I can’t get him out of my head. I’m engaged to a wonderful man who--”

“This doesn't mean you’re being unfaithful. It just means you have some things you need to figure out before you marry him.”

“Sleepless in Seattle is a fantasy.”

“No, he’s a real person who you feel a connection to,” Mal says gently. “And it’s a strange way that he came into your life, but you need to explore why that was and why you feel so strongly about a man you don’t know.”

“I know,” Regina admits. “I just… I feel terrible about this.”

“Of course you do. Despite what you present to the world, you’re not an asshole.”

At that, Regina grins. “Given the phone call I had with Leo the other night, no everyone would agree.”

“So what?” Mal says, shrugging her shoulders. “I know you feel guilty about this guy--this stranger--but I think Daniel would understand.”

Her brows arch up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Mal says, nodding as she grins. “Because he’s not an asshole either.”

“He’s not. he’s--”

“Wonderful. I know. We’ve been over this,” Mal interjects. “But Daniel being wonderful doesn’t change the fact that this is something you need to figure out.”

Regina nods. “I know.”

“Come on,” Mal says, reaching for her hand. “I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“Mal, I don’t have a ticket--”

“I’ve had you on the standby list for a month, just in case you needed to go out there on a whim.” A grin pulls onto her lips. “You know, for the sake of your article.”

Laughing gently, Regina nods, and drawing in a deep breath, she stands up and reaches for her jacket, knowing that it’s now or never.

Mal drives her to the airport and she secures a ticket on the next flight out to Seattle. Mal waits with her at the gate, distracting her with stories about Lily’s latest troubles involving a 40-something percent on a math test and a forged parent signature, and her stomach flutters as the flight attendant calls for her flight to begin boarding.

Flutters, she realizes, it doesn't tighten--and of course, Mal thinks that’s a sign.

The flight goes quicker than anticipated--and perhaps, that’s because she dozes off for half of it--and before she even realizes it, she’s landing in Seattle.

She rents a car and then fishes the file out of her bag, looking at the address that the radio show gave her--and before she can think about it for too long, she plans out the route on the map and sets out. The whole way there, she refuses to think about what she’ll say or how her unexpected presence will seem to him, reminding herself that she has her article to use as an excuse.

But as soon as she arrives, she freezes and finds that she can’t even get out of the car--then, it doesn’t matter, because as she’s working up the nerve to go up and knock on the door, to talk to him face-to-face, the door opens and he ushers out a little boy wearing a Cub Scouts uniform,

Despite her discomfort, her chest tighten as the little boy comes closer, opening up the door and climbing into the the Jeep. She can’t help but smile at his unruly curls and sweet dimples, and though she can’t quite hear him, he laughs and his whole face lights up--and that’s when her eyes shift to Sleepless in Seattle--to Robin.

Her heart starts to beat a little faster as she takes him in, watching as he fishes his key out of his pocket and says something else that makes his son laugh. He has dark blonde hair and scruffy cheeks, and despite the light sweater that he’s wearing, when he pulls open the car door, his arm flexes a bit, and she can see that he’s physically fit.

He’s attractive--and she finds herself wishing that he wasn’t.

Awkwardly, she busies herself in the folder, trying to look occupied and not make eye-contact--and then her cheeks flush. Even if he saw her, he’d think nothing of it. He didn't know her. He wouldn’t recognize her. For all he knew she was lost or visiting a neighbor, and even if he saw her, it wouldn’t mean he noticed her.

Holding her breath, she shifts the car into drive and heads down the street, driving until she spots a Starbucks. She parks and gathers her things, then goes inside, buying a coffee and inquiring where she might find a payphone. The barista pours her coffee and nods toward the beach, telling her there should be one by the pavillion.

It’s a nice enough day to work outside, so she calls the radio station and asks if she might come in later that day, explaining that she’s unexpectedly found herself in the Seattle area and was hoping to drop in. Doctor Hopper quickly agrees to it, telling her to stop by at around four, and she decides for the rest of the day, she’ll set up shop at one of the picnic tables, do a little writing and watch as the waves roll onto the shore.

She’s busy with her notes, trying to turn Doctor Hopper’s words into prose, and for the most part, she feels like she’s doing a good job. Every now and then her thoughts drift to Robin, wondering if she should try again or wondering if all of this is crazy--and then, as she looks up, she watches a Jeep that looks like his pull up. There’s a boat attached to it now, and she watches as Roland jumps down, obviously excited about something.

She has a better look at him now, and he’s even cuter than she thought it was in the driveway at the house--and she can’t help but notice the contrast in him from Christmas to now. Then, she rolls her eyes at herself--she’s acting as if she personally knows them.

Robin gets out of the Jeep and reaches for Roland, sweeping him up and lifting him onto his shoulders and carrying him into the little store adjacent to the parking lot--and she feels the oddest stirring in her chest as if she misses them.

Craning her neck, she tries to catch a glimpse of them in the shop, but she can’t quite see them through the poster-covered window--then, a minute or so later, Roland comes bounding out with Robin on his heels. They hop back into the Jeep and pull out, and she frowns as they drive way, wishing she’d thought to go into the little shop while they were still in there--then, as soon as that that comes, she groans at her own desperation.

She frowns when she realizes that they’re gone, and for awhile, she turns her attention back to her notes, highlighting a few quotes and writing down a few more questions she’d like to ask Doctor Hopper and maybe his station manager, and then, as she sits up, she feels a tightness in her lower back and suddenly regrets choosing to work at a picnic table.

Looking at her watch, she sighs, realizing she’s been crouched over for the better part of two hours. So, she packs up her things and decides a walk might be good for her--after all, it seems a waste to come all the way across the country and not enjoy the new scenery.

Regina tucks her back into her rental car and locks the door, then strolls toward the paved path along the edge of the beach, watching the waves roll onto the sand and sea gulls pluck fragments of dropped pretzels and pizza crusts from the sand. She takes off her shoes and steps out onto to sand, grinning as it prickles against the bottom of her feet. It’s probably too cold for this, but she doesn’t care, deciding to enjoy the way her feet sink down into it and the way the grainy sand rubs at her skin. And then, as she rounds a bend, she sees a boat not too far off from the dock.

A smile pulls onto her lips when she realizes that it’s Robin and Roland--and against her better judgement, she walks closer, walking down the path to the dock and standing on the edge, staring out at the water and at them.

Robin has Roland in his lap and he’s hugging him back against him. Roland’s wearing a bright orange life preserver that seems to swallow him whole, and they’re both holding onto a fishing pole. She’s not sure how long she stands there, but she can’t seem to take her eyes off of them--and when a fish tugs at the line, Robin leans back and helps Roland reel it in. She watches as Robin carefully pulls the fish from the line, and she laughs out when Roland takes the fish and tosses it back into the ocean--and then, they both turn toward the dock. Roland doesn’t seem to notice her, but Robin does and her heart starts to beat faster and faster, pounding in her ears as he leans toward her, bringing his had up to cup his brow as he narrows his eyes in an effort to see her.

And in that moment, she realizes just how crazy she is.

Turning away from the dock, she walks briskly toward the rental car, practically running as her cheeks redden with embarrassment--and when she gets to the car, she quickly pulls out of the parking lot and heads in the direction of the airport.

When she gets there, returns the car and buys a ticket--and when she can’t get one to Connecticut, she choose the closest destination to it, deciding she can find her way home once she’s on the proper coast.

Once she’s at the gate, she finds a payphone and calls the radio station, making an excuse and offering her apologies, and when Doctor Hopper asks if she’d like to reschedule, she lies and says that she would, promising to call him once she’s landed and back in her office.

Then, she calls Mal.

She tells her everything--from how she’d waited outside his house and watched him leave, to how she’d saw him again in the parking lot, and then again when he was fishing with his son--and when Mal suggests that maybe fate was pushing her into his orbit, she disagreed wholeheartedly, practically bursting into tears as she called herself a stalker.

Then, after Mal agreed to come and get her when she landed in Boston, she dumped her entire file on Sleepless in Seattle into the trash, and told herself that at the very least one good thing came from her bout of insanity--she was over this now and she could move on with her life.

[wordsinwinters]

Then Again P8  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: I have good news and bad news and good news. 

Good news: This chapter will finally explain what’s been going down in Spidey Town! At last, the confrontation!

Bad news: You guys are officially caught up with my beta right now.... That being said, I can only update once this weekend. I will, absolutely, have material for next weekend though, I promise.

Good news again: The next few updates should be fun! I’m really excited to post those, once they’re ready. I’m really looking forward to everyone’s responses to a certain scene 😉

Without further ado,

Then Again, Part 8:

(Words: 2,447)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

What have I done?

Real blade-in-the-belly fear is tying me up with this question.

I’ve probably ruined the best friendships I’ve ever had within minutes. It’s been building up, apparently, but I broke it tonight. Me. All me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I have to act like that? Fuck.

I’m shaking as I head up the stairs to our floor, chlorine fumes still clinging to my skin and towel. My limbs feel numb. I’m slightly nervous I might fumble over my feet and fall down the steps. I consider stopping to just let out a couple tears; the pressure is nearing unbearable. It’s not like anyone will find me. Everyone else will be taking the elevator. Unless, of course, they think avoiding hotel staff is important. Shit.

I keep moving.

All I can pray for now is that Michelle doesn’t hate me and she’ll tell me what’s been going on with everything, or at least some part of it. Any part of it. This invisible conflict is suffocating.

Out of breath, I reach the third floor and push the door open, ready to talk this through with her.

Peter’s banging on our door. Inside the partial moment before he realizes I’m here, a faint pinprick of hope thinks he might be there for me.

“Ned, MJ, I’m not messing around. This is the least funny thing you could do right now.”

The stairwell door clangs closed behind me. Peter looks over, sees me, and rolls his eyes as he knocks again, harder.

Nobody answers from my and Michelle’s room - a semi-serious inconvenience for me, seeing as she has my keycard. I notice a note on Peter and Ned’s door. Reluctant, given Peter’s proximity, I walk forward and pick it off, hands trembling.

“Work yourselves out - MJ & Ned.”

Under this, on the floor, are two keycards. Obviously to this room, or else Peter would have used them on my door.

Shit.

“Have they answered at all?” I ask, biting the inside of my cheek.

“No.”

Peter stares at the door. It’s evident, very evident, that he’s still upset, though now he appears to have anger reserved for Michelle and Ned, too.

Do you really hate me so much that you can’t stand to be in the same room as me?

My mouth tastes like metal. God, I want to cry. But I won’t, not in front of Peter, not like this.

“I’m going in before Mr. Harrington checks the hall or Flash shows up.”

Keeping a tight grasp on my towel, I bend down, grab a keycard from the floor, and use it. I open the door.

Oh, shit.

Now I understand Peter’s reaction.

Ned and Michelle have taken out one of the beds and moved the other to the center of the room. It stands alone between the door and window. The covers are suggestively pulled down halfway.

I pause in the doorway, a blush flaring in my cheeks.

For months, I’ve daydreamed about similar scenarios. A night in which Ned and Michelle fall asleep in the living room so I have to sleep in Peter’s. (Two beds, but still - a similar concept.) Or else Peter and I watch a movie on the couch and fall asleep cuddled up for the night, May placing a blanket over us like some form of blessing. (May’s approval is always critical to these imaginary scenarios.) Sometimes, I just daydream about falling asleep on his shoulder while we’re riding the subway, his sweater warm against my cheek.

Countless simple situations in which I share a tiny dose of intimacy with this best friend who rarely leaves my mind. For a split-second, I imagine things aren’t as they are tonight and there’s a tingle of excitement tickling under my jaw.

“You gonna move?”

Peter’s voice startles me. I didn’t hear him walk up.

I move, into the room. Just as I start to feel jittery and consider whether or not to text Ned or Michelle (I realize my clothes are in the other room), my phone dings.

“Ned: It’s MJ. Your clothes and makeup bag are in the bathroom. Toothbrush and charger included. Love you and see you in the morning. (Good luck.)”

Relief sweeps under my feet and fills me head to toe. Love you and see you in the morning. Thank God. Michelle and I good. We’re definitely good. It’s fine with her, things are going to be alright with her. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You haven’t lost MJ.

It dings again.

“Ned: it’s Ned. what MJ said. but from me too.”

God, I wish I could hug Ned through the wall separating us. His nine words are a monumental comfort, more than he likely realizes. Ned isn’t leaving either. You guys are okay, it’s going to be okay with him. Ned isn’t going anywhere. I really might cry now.

“Who’s messaging you?” Peter asks, arms crossed. Again, his voice startles me.

He’s standing by the door, opposite from my stance at the window.

“MJ and Ned.”

Peter shakes his head, hands digging into his hair as he looks to the ceiling while biting the inside of his cheek.

“Are you serious?”

“They were letting me know where my things were.” His attitude is pushing me to the edge of anger again. “It’s not a big deal.”

This, evidently, is the wrong thing to say.

“Yes, it is! Do you really not get why this bothers me?”

For once, he makes eye contact. He looks half furious and half hurt.

“Peter, what are you talking about?”

His frustration mounts. He glances at the floor with his hands clenched together before shaking his head again and looking me straight in the eye.

“You guys are constantly doing this shit,” he says, arms open. “You and MJ with these neverending side conversations. You know, it’s beyond frustrating that you two know everything about me, yet you guys have your own codes and your own stupid languages that you use to keep secrets from me and Ned. You guys are always having a private conversation. Passing notes to each other in class under the table, sending text messages during our freaking dinner, tapping your fingers on a chair to signal whatever. It’s irritating! I know what you guys are trying to hide. We’re all supposed to be friends, that means not keeping secrets like that. Why haven’t you guys just told me and Ned?”

Hiding what? God, please don’t let this mean Ned knows somehow.

“Told you and Ned what?” I ask. “Yes, we text each other sometimes when we’re all together but don’t act like you and Ned aren’t closer to each other too. You guys are less industrious about it, that’s all. There’s a reason May talks to him privately without me and MJ - it’s because you trust him more and May knows she can’t tell us everything like she does him. And I don’t blame anybody for that, but I don’t think it’s fair for you to hold me and MJ up to a double standard. Plus, you and her and Ned have been messaging each other without me all day! That’s a hell of a double standard, considering. What was all of it about, Peter?”

“We didn- I mean, one time is beside the point. And it’s not a double standard with me and Ned because it’s completely different!” Peter’s hands are in the air and his face is reddening. I start to protest but he doesn’t even hesitate. “I mean, Ned and I have been friends way longer while you!- you and MJ are dating and trying to hide it from us!”

My brain hits a cement wall.

“Wait, what? You think we’re -”

“Come on, this game is over! It’s been obvious for ages and I really don’t get why it’s even a secret in the first place. Did you think it would bother us? The only part of it that bothers me is the fact that I l- th-that you guys kept it a-a secret. From me.”

I stammer momentarily, lost in an attempt to unravel his train of thought.

“We aren’t - this isn’t - I mean, honestly? How long have you thought that MJ and I were dating?”

“I’ve known for months. You guys are not subtle.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” I say slowly, steadying my hands on the window sill behind my back. “Michelle Jones and I are not dating. Where-where did you even get that idea?”

Peter’s face is flipping through a catalog of expressions in his attempt to figure out if I’m lying or not. The rising and falling of his chest hasn’t slowed and his face is still red.

“Because every time you guys spend the night, I wake up and I find you guys t-together, you know, holding each other on the couch. And all the texting, the little codes you guys have, the looks you give each other. I mean, trying to play Uno with you guys is almost impossible! You’re always teaming up against me and Ned to get us out first. A-and all of your inside jokes, too! It’s so all the time. Not to mention that you guys touch each other way more than you touch me or Ned!”

“Peter, I promi-”

“Can you let me finish?” Despite his momentary pause, he’s getting worked up again. “And this stuff with Flash is another thing. Did you have to invite him to last night? I’ve put up with you talking to him and actually, like, hanging out with him in classes, but I was really excited about that dinner until I heard you tell MJ to invite him. Did you even consider how much I would hate him being there? Did you even think about me?”

That triggers a gut punch. No, a punch to my entire body.

“Peter,” I interject, my finger feeling a familiar, burning itch. “I think about you all the time, more than anyone else! I only invited him because I needed to stop thinking about you! Do you know what it’s like, waiting and waiting and waiting every single day? You’re almost always in danger and I- and I get why, trust me - I understand why you do what you do every day and I’ve never tried to interfere with that. But it leaves the rest of us on edge. Sometimes it’s exhausting, all the hours I spend thinking about you, waiting to hear from you, telling myself not to imagine all the awful, nightmarish reasons you might not be texting me back. So maybe once I made a call you didn’t like, but like most of the time, you weren’t there! And I didn’t like last year with you mooning over Liz and you never noticed that, ever. The- the point is: I figured you and Flash could sit on opposite sides of the fucking table for dinner. Or else you could get along for one night.”

I shouldn’t have mentioned Liz.

Peter barely breathes while I speak, until the end, when I think he might combust.

“Get along with Flash? Are you serious? I know you think I ‘shouldn’t let him get to me’ but frankly, I think that’s bullshit. He’s a bully. A bully you kissed, but a bully nonetheless, and you shouldn’t have tried to make sure I wouldn’t tell on him, or whatever, to Mr. Harrington.” On the word kissed, Peter looks at the wall in disgust, his balled up fists hitting the sides of his thighs impatiently. “I could handle you and MJ together, but if you’re telling me you guys aren’t, then it seems like Flash is next in line and I’m serious when I say I would not be able to handle that.”

My heart rate has been sky high since I admitted how often I think of Peter but that comment is a final straw. My chest is pounding like a rabbit is inside it with a jackhammer.

We’re both breathing too quickly with too much pent-up energy in the air. It doesn’t help that we’re still soaking in our swimsuits either.

“There is no line, Peter Parker. I am not some business for dating, so let me make this clear: I am not dating anyone, let alone Flash. I’ve tried explaining why I treat him the way I do, but you never listen, so why go over it now? I only asked you if I should tell Mr. Harrington because I wanted to do something about what he did to you, I wanted for him to face consequences for once! I tried to tell you that you shouldn’t have to ‘put up’ with the shit he does to you, but you wouldn’t listen! Next time you start counting up the reasons you’re angry with me, talk to me about it rather than waiting and pushing my buttons until I explode.”

Peter and I stare at each other. He’s lost for a moment, then shaking his head.

“That doesn’t address all the texts between you and MJ at dinner!”

“With me, MJ, and Ned, you moron!”

“Awesome, so you guys are all texting each other without me!”

“It was about you being such an ass! And you’ve been doing the exact same thing all of today! And locking me outside with Flash!”

“If you say ‘Flash’ one more time, I swear to God, I’m going to jump out that window.”

He points behind my back.

“Peter, please, will you just explain the calls and texts with MJ and Ned today?”

Peter’s eyes are red and flitting from the window to the bed to me to the carpet to the closet, half in guilt, half in exasperation and frustration.

“W-well what about the constant couch cuddling, huh? You didn’t answer that!”

Now I might jump out the window.

“Oh my God, Peter! It’s just something I-I do! It’s not on purpose and it doesn’t mean anything! It’s embarrassing, but it’s not an ‘MJ and me’ thing, it’s a ‘thing MJ puts up with because there’s only one couch’ thing! I am not dating my best friend!”

Peter’s face screws up like I’ve said something horrible. His head is still shaking slightly and his fists are knocking against his legs again. He stares at the ground near my feet.

“I-I’m just gonna go... um, somewhere, uh, else,” he says.

“Can you please explain why you guys have been texting all day?” I ask. “It’s been freaking me out; I mean, it’s really making me nervous. Peter, please?”

Peter doesn’t meet my eyes. He’s focused on the ceiling, fingers trembling.

“I’d rather not. I need to leave.”

Standing with my hands still clutching the window sill, Peter flings the door open and leaves without another word.

What have I done?

Part 9

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[onlyjihoons]

demon!jihoon

a/n; very much inspired by jihoon's demonic lenses he wore here?? and this prompt!i would also like to thank @hwinkinghwi for the demonic(?) moodboard hehe,,,happy early halloween!

jihoon is one of the most cunning demons

he would actually use his ungodly looks to his advantage to get his way

almost everything his goddamn face will make people give in/compromise

sometimes he uses his evil to help kids out

like, he sees a kid being bullied at a playground or something, he would give retribution by shoving sand down the bully's shirt??

(i have no idea how demons work so please spare me)

but other than that jihoon is pretty cynical

when he disguises himself as a mortal, he looks normal, until you look at his eyes,,,

theyre a light blue

they arent even contacts, like theyre just his eye colour

people just believe his lie that those are prescription contacts LOL

jihoon is being notorious for the senior who uses his looks to get through anything and everything

but not his grades lmao

so he's two years older than the kids taking their college entrance exam

basically he just wasted 2 years of his life in school

but he just wants to live off fellow demon!seongwoo,, so he just, doesnt study and goes to school

but seongwoo found out about it,, and made sure jihoon spends his legit last year in high school or jihoon would be ugly in his next life LOL

you're a senior in high school, trying to make the best out of your dying grades

you do know jihoon, but avoid communication as you're an angel

like legit,, angel

you were an angel thanks to your mother, who was involved in the heaven

and she wanted you to live a sin-free life as much as possible

ok now back to avoiding jihoon

why avoid communication?

for a simple reason;

you had a crush on him

and the rule of thumb your mother bestowed upon you was

"you can date anyone but demons"

and you were well aware jihoon was a demon, as your halo(which was invisible to the eyes of mortals) were blinking whenever jihoon would be near you

and you just didnt like the idea of dating a handsome asshole

fun fact: jihoon used to be an angel until he was involved in the 101, which made him evil

you knew jihoon relatively well due to the fact he used to be an angel

he was your childhood friend

always protecting you and looking out for you

your crush on him developed even before he became a demon, and didnt falter even when he wasnt a angel

but the both of you grew distant as your mother would warn you not to play with fire

you were taking a media studies elective as a subject and there was a coursework you had to do

which involved acting w a partner of the opposite gender

and to your luck, jihoon was the only student in the class who took media studies

not knowing anything between the both of you, your teacher assigned the both of you as partners LOL

to make things worse, the story was

romeo and juliet

how ironic lmaoooo

meaning, you had to kiss jihoon

or rather, jihoon had to kiss you

because your teacher chose the last scene, which had the least lines, for the both of you to "ensure your distinctions"

and the both of you just had to bite the bullet and take it because you'd want to graduate from school quickly and attempt to wash the sins of kissing jihoon away by doing more good things in college

while jihoon just wanted to get this thing done and over with

you told your mom about it, she was okay with it, but she still warned you not to fall for jihoon

though, your dad is a demonxangel

its a given that you and jihoon had to stay after school to run through the script

and every time you and jihoon renact the last scene, your breath hitches in your throat and you hiccup

or on days where you just burst out laughing and accidentally spit on jihoon

he actually wasnt that mad about it because 1. he knew how hard it was to keep one's composure in a kiss scene WITH THEIR CRUSH

2. he just thought you were cute

despite jihoon not kissing you for practices

which you were thankful for or else you cant sleep at night

until,,, the day of the assesment

everything went fairly smoothly, and the dreaded kiss of life was very soon approaching you

you thought jihoon wouldnt kiss you like he did in practices

bitch you thought

he kissed you on the lips and you were trying your best not to shoot your eyes open in shock

and of course,, the kiss of life received a standing ovation from the teachers who were really impressed

because most students dont actually kiss lmao

so you had to drag jihoon aside after yhe assesment and he had that stupid smile on his face

"cant you see i like you???"

you were stunned and also happy

but you had to keep your promis to your mom

"im sorry jihoon, i cant be your girlfriend"

boy he was shocked because he was never rejected

"why?"

"because," you bit your lip, contemplating wheter to tell jihoon

"because??"

"angels and demons cant be together," was all you said before leaving jihoon hanging

you and jihoon never talked until,,, halloween

which, you decided to go as yourself to your friend's halloween party at universal studios

you wore a plain white dress,, and wore a halo headband

pretty basic and simple but you really didnt care and just tried to dress nicely

apparently her parents rented the whole theme park for a private party lol

your friend was asking why you didnt bring jihoon along as your "plus one"

and you just shrugged,

"shit happened and we arent really talking anymore"

she got the hint immediately and stopped mentioning jihoon

meanwhile, jihoon was also dressed as himself

his hair was dyed a lighter blonde and wore a v neck black button up w ripped jeans,,,,,, and wore a choker on his neck too

basically all-black and looking good as heck

when he arrived every girl turned their heads and were shookt

like he barely needed to do anything to look THAT good

"a demon" was what he replied,, but he was laughing inside as people dont know his real identity

he was just enjoying the atmosphere of halloween where people dressed up and didnt care if their make up was shit,, its halloween anyway

he was just chilling and walking around w fellow demon!baejin when he saw someone carrying a girl in a white dress,,,

and that girl in a white dress seemed too familiar...

that when it clicked and he had to abandon baejin to save you

when he stopped the figure holding you, he ripped off its mask and revealed someone he wouldnt expect

lai guanlin

"guanlin, what are you doing?"

"i..i can explain--"

"explain what? drugging y/n and bringing her somewhere to hurt her?!" 

at this point jihoon was really really angry, his irises turned red

"who made you do this?”

“i can’t tell you--”

“im severing all ties with you if you dont tell me.”

“okay okay! seongwoo-hyung made me do it,, he just wanted to mess with you. nothing poisonous was fed to y/n! i swear!”

jihoon could only sigh and roll his eyes, as he motioned guanlin to come closer to him

and when he did, he twisted guanlin’s ear, making the younger groan in pain,,, while still holding onto you LOL

���help seongwoo-hyung again and not only your ears would be red,” jihoon snapped, as guanlin helped to load you on jihoon’s back

jihoon was contemplating where to bring you to,,, in this state where you were fast asleep

he decided to bring you back to your home

of course, with you on his back was pretty crazy

people were staring at him, thinking that he got a girl drunk lmao

but some people were noticing how cute he was and he’d just blush and try to hide his face??

meanwhile you were still sleeping, and jihoon made your head lean on his shoulder

and it was quite a scene bc a literal angel leaning on a literal demon’s shoulders??? p sadistic but cute at the same time

he knew the exact route to your house because it was almost like muscle memory,, he always came over to your house during the weekends when the both of you were childhood friends

when jihoon knocked on the door he was pretty nervous to how your mom would react

“y/n youre--jihoon?”

“sorry you have to see this, but y/n got drugged by someone... i saw her and i had to save her”

“ah, i see...” your mom was weirdly happy that no one but jihoon saved you??

“her room is the last bedroom to the right...” your mom pointed, “i think you should stay over, it’s quite late.”

“but i don’t have any clothes...” jihoon smiled nervously 

tbh how is he not tired after holding you for so long;)

“its fine! daniel has some clothes he cant wear anymore, you can use those.”

casually slips in olderbrother!daniel

jihoon was reminded of the times where your mom would take care of him p well, he was so touched that her heart didnt change over the years despite being a demon himself

“thank you mrs y/l/n, please rest early too!”

thats when your mom muttered something about him calling her mom

“excuse me?”

“yeah i will sleep soon, when daniel comes home.”

as jihoon entered your room, it was clean, and like a typical teenage girl’s room, with fairy lights and wall decorated with polariod pictures

after he settled you on your bed, he looked around your room and spotted a picture of the both of you amidst all the polariods

it was the both of you during your freshman year,, he took you to smoothie king because you were having a bad day

he smiled, but then sighed at the thought that your mother didnt allow you to date demons

but she was liking him so much she wanted yall to get married right there

all he could do was kiss your forehead and ruffle your hair

when he was about to leave he felt something tugging on his arm

“don’t go...” 

you were sleeptalking lmao

jihoon hence slept at the side on your bed, while holding your hand

the next morning, you woke up to a weight on your hand, and you saw a blonde head 

you were surprised so you screamed

and you woke jihoon in the process

“w-what”

“what are you doing here?”

“well...” jihoon scratched his head sheepishly 

“...”

“what-- y/n! i know im a demon but no, i would never do that”

“then?! what are you doing here, in my room, in your...outfit”

“because you told me to stay??” jihoon raised his eyebrows

shit he heard that, you cursed internally

“but thank you for saving me.” you blushed

“that’s it?” jihoon smirked, “no thank you kiss?”

“what?why?”

“because you are mine.”

shit i cringed so hard but smth jihoon would say tbh

“but my mom--”

he then interrupted your words with a kiss, which worked

“i can bet you my life saving that she is peeping at us right now,” jihoon whispered

and yes she was, peeking at the both of you and you could see her punching the air in victory

dating demon!jihoon is just like dating a huge fluffball

and takes revenges on your behalf if anyone dares to hurt/offend you

but sometimes hes hella r u d e 

like randomly flipping his hair and winking

and whenever he trips,,

“i think i fell for you”

like p l e a s e  s t o p

still has the innocence in him despite being a demon

like lighting up in front of candy

and buying you stuff in a non-evil way

your mother openly supports your relationship with jihoon

like 

“yes yall my son in law is jihoon,, isnt he handsome??”

and you had to shut her up everytime she starts talking about jihoon

sometimes you wonder if she forgot that youre her child and not jihoon

overall, a relationship most wouldn’t expect but still ship together

[allthingsteenwolf20]

Momma goes out of town - part two (Pack Mom)

The next morning, Y/N was up bright and early making sure she had time to shower, get ready and make breakfast for her boys before setting off. It was a 4 hour drive to the town where she was needed so the earlier she set off the better. Y/N was in the kitchen with Derek plating up pancakes when the little beta trudged in. “Morning momma”. Liam yawned still tired. “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” She asked putting a plate in front of him as he sat down at the table and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The couple joined him and dug in to their hot breakfast. Once they were done Y/N ran around the loft gathering the last minute things she needed whilst Derek loaded her bags into the Camaro. “Ok that’s everything”. She said closing the door to the bathroom as she headed downstairs and grabbed her leather jacket and handbag that was waiting for her on the coat rack. “Take care, drive safe and call me when you get there. I love you”, Derek told her engulfing her in a big hug and pressing a long chaste kiss to her velvety smooth lips. “I will, I love you too.” She replied with a smile slightly reluctant to let go of him. “I love you, momma. I’ll miss you. Be safe and come back soon”, Liam told her trying to stop himself from crying as he hugged her tight. “I love you too, baby. I promise. Everything will be ok, I’ll call you both as soon as I get there”, she reassured him hugging him tight and pressing a kiss to his crown and then she got into the Camaro and stated the engine, gave her boys one last wave, blew Derek a kiss goodbye and smoothly drove down the path that lead her away from the Hale loft and on to the main road as she started her journey.

“Come on pup, let’s head back inside”, Derek called after Liam. The young beta sat in the living room and turning on his morning cartoons trying to occupy his mind whilst Derek cleaned up the kitchen before joining him. The older alpha sat down beside his pup and put an arm around him in a comforting manner as Liam watched his cartoons. “Derek?” Liam asked. “Yes pup?” Derek responded gently patting the beta’s shoulder. “Do you think momma will be ok?” He asked looking up at the older alpha with his baby blue eyes. “If there’s one thing I know about your momma, it’s that she’s pretty badass and can take care of herself when things get tough. But I also she’ll call us later to let us know she’s ok”. He told his pup. Liam nodded in agreement and went back to watching his cartoons.

For the rest of the morning, Derek saw that Liam was content with watching tv and relaxing so he left the beta as he worked around the loft cleaning up and working on papers in his office. It got to 1:47pm when Derek realised he should be serving lunch right about now. He made a neat pile of his papers to come back to later and headed into the living room passing my to check on Liam before going into the kitchen and turning on the oven so the pre made chicken pasta dish Y/N had made for them would heat up. In a separate bowl he cut up some salad and spooned it onto two plates before adding the now heated pasta dish. “Lunch time, pup” Derek called Liam as he set everything else down on at the kitchen table. “Your momma left us your favourite food. It’s hot and waiting for you. Let’s dig in” Derek smiled as the young beta approached him at the table and sat down digging in. “There’s plenty for seconds, kiddo” Derek added. “Thanks Derek” Liam replied with a small smile.

After lunch, Liam helped Derek clean up the kitchen. Derek could sense Liam’s sadness as he glanced at the beta next to him that was drying the dishes. “What’s on your mind, pup?” Derek asked but Liam shrugged. “You miss your momma, don’t you?” He asked softly to which Liam sighed and nodded slowly. “I miss her too but we can do lots of fun things whilst she’s away. Would your momma let you eat marshmallow fluff from the jar?” Derek smiled as he took down the jar of sweetness and unscrewed the lid handing it to Liam but the shook his head. “Momma said to be good.” Liam replied timidly. “Hey, I won’t tell if you won’t”, Derek replied with a playful wink. “What do you want to do today? There’s still time left if you want to go out and do something?” Derek asked Liam trying to cheer him up but Liam shook his head and sighed. “Ok, how about we watch movies at home and I’ll order pizza for dinner. Does that sound good?” This time, Liam nodded his head. “Ok, do you want to find a movie to watch and I’ll get us some snacks”. Derek told him ruffling his hair as he headed into the kitchen to grab the bag of sweet popcorn before making a call to order pizza.

Derek got into the living room and his phone began to ring and he saw that it was Y/N. It had been 2 and ½ hours since she left this morning so Derek assumed she was at a rest stop. “Look who’s calling, pup”. Derek smiled showing Liam his phone. “Momma!” He smiled. “Hey babe, how’s it going?” Derek asked. “Hey, how are you? How’s Liam?” She asked. “Hi momma!” Liam called down the phone. “Hi baby, how’re you doing?” She replied lovingly. “I’m ok, I miss you”. He told her. “I know, sweetheart. I miss you too. Are you guys having fun?” She added. “Yeah we’re having a movie and pizza night, right pup?” Derek smiled at Liam who nodded his head. “Ooh that sounds great,” she commented. “How’s the journey going?” Derek asked her. “It’s not bad, it’s been pretty quiet. I just pulled in to a diner for a quick bathroom break and to get some food before getting back on the road. I have to get going. I’ll call you again when I get there. I love you so much!” She told them. “I love you too, babe. Be safe.” Derek told her. “Love you too, momma”, Liam told her. “I love you more, baby. Take care.” She told him before hanging up. Liam sighed a breath of relief happy to have heard from his momma again. “See, pup. We’re all good and your momma is fine”. Derek told the young beta as he wrapped an arm around him and held him close.

Later that afternoon, Liam had selected several movies to watch. They started off with X-men: the apocalypse as dinner arrived, continuing with world war z until dinner was finished and Derek cleaned up and they finished off with the hobbit: the battle of the five armies before it got quite late and Derek suggested they went to bed. Earlier Y/N had called again just as she had promised to wish Liam goodnight.

It got to 11:48pm and the now tiresome duo made their way upstairs to bed. Derek went into his room and changed into his white vest top and grey sweats before going to check on Liam in the spare room. He walked to the spare room and knocked on the door asking permission to enter. He saw Liam had changed into his pajamas but sat on the end of the bed playing with his fingers nervously. “Come on, pup. Bedtime”. Derek told him urging him to get into bed. “Night, Derek.” Liam called out to the older alpha. “Goodnight, pup. If you need anything during the night let me know, ok? You know where I am”. He reassured the beta who nodded in response. “Good boy, sleep well”. He told him ruffling his hair affectionately. The older alpha made his way to his room before settling into bed to get some rest.

However it didn’t last long when the older alpha woke up to crying and whimpering during the early hours of the morning. Derek rolled over and glanced at the small alarm clock on his bedside table that read 3:21am. Oh no, Liam. He thought before hauling himself out of bed and headed to the spare room. Derek got to Liam’s room and saw the young beta scrunched up in bed under his duvet, his legs pulled up to his chest as tears ran down his cheeks. “Hey Liam. Hey, pup. What is it? What’s the matter? He asked softly approaching the beta. Liam sniffled and shook his head. "I want momma”. He told him almost whispering. Derek’s heart broke seeing the young boy so upset. He couldn’t blame him. It was his first time away from Y/N. Derek sat beside Liam and pulled the young boy on to his lap and hushed him gently running his friends through the pup’s sandy brown hair. “I miss momma” Liam whined against him. “I know, pup. I know. Try and go back to sleep and we’ll call her after breakfast.” Derek reassured him. Liam nodded in the older alpha’s arm nuzzling into his neck, into his warmth allowing his tiredness to take over. “Derek…” Liam mumbled sleepily his eyes fluttering closing. “What is it, pup?” Derek asked softly smoothing Liam’s hair away from his face and using his thumb to gently stroke his cheek just as Y/N would. “Promis’ you’ stay wi’ me”. The young beta mumbled sleepily against the older alpha. “I’m right here, pup.” Derek reassured him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He laid the young boy down back in his bed and laid down beside him soon falling asleep.

Y/N had arrived in town that previous evening and headed straight to her hotel room calling the staff at the hospital alerting them that she had arrived and would be able to see her friend, Andrew and fill out any necessary paper on his behalf.

~ the next morning ~

Y/N woke up bright and early to relax and have breakfast whilst calling Derek to make sure Liam was doing ok. “Hey”. She called down the line as Derek picked up instantly. “Hey beautiful, how was your night?” He asked her. She could imagine him working in the kitchen playing up breakfast. “Honestly, cold and quite lonely.” She told him. “Well you know I can fix that when you get back.” Derek playfully teased her. Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes at his flirtatious behaviour. God, she missed him. “Where’s my baby? Put Liam on”. She instructed him. “He’s here. He misses you.” Derek told her before passing the phone to Liam. “Momma…?” Liam called down the line. “Hi baby.” She cooed down the line. “I miss you momma,” Liam told her. “I miss you too, baby. I’m here for one more day and then I’m coming home to you ok? Derek told me you both had a fun night eating pizza and watching movies?” She asked him. “Yeah it was fun. I still miss you. Come home soon ok?” He told her. “I will baby, have a great day. I love you so much.” She told him. “Love you too, momma.” Liam smiled relieved to hear her voice. “So what’s the plan for today?” Derek asked her back on the line. “Well I got here pretty late yesterday evening so I’m just going to make a few phones, stop by a few stores and then head to the hospital. I’ll probably be there for most of the day”. She told him. “Ok, have a great day. Give Andrew my kind regards and I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.” “Love you too, babe.” She told him and hung up.

After getting ready, she made her way to flower shop to pick up a bouquet of sunflowers on her way to the hospital to see Andrew. Y/N and Andrew had grown up together. They were childhood friends up until they went their separate ways after finishing university. Y/N had met Derek during her final year and after clicking instantly and becoming apart of the supernatural world she stayed in Beacon Hills with the love of her life and later become the pack mother to his and Scott’s pack.

She arrived at the hospital and made her way to the ward to see Andrew. She saw him bandaged up and approached his bed. “Hey,”. Andrew replied with a smile. “Jeez, I leave you for a few months and get a call you’re in hospital. This isn’t how I wanted to see you.” She told him placing the bouquet of flowers on his table. “I know, I’m sorry I had to drag you out here. Derek’s not going to let me hear the end of it”. He chuckled. Y/N slapped his arm playfully. “Speaking of my old brooding pal, how is he?” He asked her. “He’s doing great.” Y/N simply replied. “And you’re happy?” He asked. “The most I’ve ever been”. She smiled. “Speaking of happy, I heard you became a mother”. He asked. “Not biologically but yes I did.” She told him with a smile. “That’s great, I’m happy for you. So how is my new godson?” He asked cheekily. Y/N smiled and nodded. “You already claimed the title, huh?” She chuckled. “Of course. Now show me my godson.” Andrew asked impatiently. “His name is Liam”, she told him taking out her phone and showed him one of the many pictures of her and Liam. “You make him so happy”. Andrew smiled at the pictures of Liam laughing and smiling with her and Derek. Y/N sighed contently. “Should I ask about you and Vanessa?” Y/N asked him. Andrew smiled and looked down at his lap. “She dumped me a few weeks ago. I caught her with one of the other guys from work but it’s cool. I’m over it.” He sighed. “I’m sorry to hear that”. Y/N replied with sadness. The two old friends spent time catching up with each other even if it was from a hospital room. Y/N went to update herself with Andrew’s situation heading to the nurses’ station to ask what happened and when he would be able to go home.

~ back in beacon hills ~

It was the early afternoon and Derek sat in the garden on the swing reading an old unfinished book until Liam came out and joined him. “Hey pup, everything ok?” Derek asked putting an arm around Liam’s shoulder gently patting his arm. Liam nodded. “Can we go to the arcade later?” Liam asked the older alpha. “Sure, we’ll leave after lunch is that ok?” Derek asked him to which the young beta nodded getting up to go back into the living room. “Derek?” Liam asked again remembering something. This time the older alpha looked up from his book. “Thanks for last night”, Liam told him shyly. Derek smiled and patted the seat next to him. Liam obliged and sat next to him. “You’re welcome. I know you call Y/N your momma but you’re my pup too ok? Besides I promised I’d do anything to keep you safe. That was a promise to you and your momma. You know that”. Derek told him. Liam smiled and nodded. “Thanks Derek.” He told him again before heading back in to the living room. After lunch, Derek did as Liam asked and took the young beta to the arcade for a few hours to keep him occupied.

~ meanwhile ~

Y/N was able to take Andrew home to his apartment after the doctor had accessed his injuries and prescribed him some medicine late that afternoon. “You can head back tonight if you want”, Andrew told her as he made his way into his apartment. “I’m not leaving you alone on the first night home from the hospital” she told him. He sat down on the couch and put his hands up defensively. “Ok I just thought you’d want to get home to Derek and Liam.” He told her. “They’re coping without me. Besides I came to see you.” She told him. Andrew gave her a list of errands to do that Y/N had to pry out of him. First she briefly vacuumed the apartment, went to the grocery store and stocked up his cupboards and made him two dinner dishes which were kept in the fridge to heat for later. Y/N was done by 8pm and slumped down on the couch next to Andrew. “Jeez, you worked me to the bone”, she joked. “Hey, you offered”. He chuckled. “I’m joking. Do you need anything else?” She asked him but he shook his head no. That night, the two friends watched a Lord of the rings marathon whilst tucking into Mexican takeaway. “Just like the old days, huh?” Andrew stated taking a bite out of his burrito. Y/N chuckled and nodded. “Oh my nurse will be here tomorrow to take over, so you’re free to go.” He told her. “You know, when you get better you’ll have to make a trip down to Beacon Hills.” She told him. He nodded in response and put his hand over Y/N’s thanking her for everything she had done for him since she arrived. Even though she had been called to see him at the hospital, she had fun catching up with an old friend but she ready to head back to her love, her baby beta and to her home.

[intrepidmare]

My observations watching 🎯 Arrow 5x16 "Checkmate"

- Where are you oliver? This feels like in 3x09 oooooh you're probably looking for Talia, ok. Yep I was right

- ohh I love when my dearies have right!!! hehehe some of the spec I read about Talia working with Prometheus are true. Nice work girls 

-ugh felicity in what you've gotten yourself into *sighs* they're playing you and you fell so easily

-in that Adrian is right. Oliver you have done everything according his plan. He played you so beautifully

- see even one of my predictions is true. Not exactly the way I thought but I DID say Promy would kill DL. Altho she's still alive but kidnapped and threatened is close enough

- ehmmm well I'm not sure that Oliver, I say he has a play with felicity. That's where Helix comes in. I don't think Promy is going to attack Felicity physically. not yet at least. He doesn't even need his alter ego.  All he has to do as DA is prosecute her for hacking and cyberterrorism

- awww a parallel with a laptop ridden with bullets

- Damn I have to agree with Adrian. It IS more fun now when everything is out in the open

- uh-oh is a fight coming?

- oh At last yes!!! Well done, Oliver. but of course she won't spill anything out to you but he voiced his concern for her

- Oh my Anatoly, precious man. Oliver should have listened to you but well nothing we can do about that now

- oh Pike you're so dead :/ see I told you

- oh poor my baby! Adrian has his head so messed up :(

- Thank you anatoly for making me laugh. totally necessary

- grown-ups no, stinking-ass decisions, felicity!!!

- Diggle please put some sense and clarity in Oliver. He needs it so bad right now. Help your brother

- he's gonna killed her

- see!! i knew it!

- FUCK!!! FUCK FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! They took him

- yes! Quoting Digg! And it's true baby.

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAIT WHAT?!!! You can't leave it there!!! How dare you?!!

This episode was good!!! the only thing i would change is that instead of 2 the dead people were 3. That way it’d have been perfect

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[masterpiecejongin]

“Don’t trust the boy and his demon,Darling”(Chapter 3)

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

Pairing: Human!Jongin and Demon!Kai x reader

Genre: thriller, fantasy, smut

Warnings: Idk if there should be warings for this. There’s a bit of mental illeness, violence kinda, sassy Jongin and Kai lmao

A/N: So this is the third chapter! I decided to post it even though the previous one haven’t recieved many notes, also because I wanted to post next one which hopefully will be smutty next saturday. Anyway, as always leave some feedback. 

I looked out of the window, the lesson was so boring I was falling asleep. I didn’t really pay attention to the teacher but it was impossible for me not to notice what Kai was doing. The demon keep on walking around the classroom, making some objects fall or move, whispering things to my classmates and annoying the shit out of me. I sighed, there was no way he would stop unless Jongin told him to. I glared at the black haired boy who was sitting at the first desk. Kai moved near the first window of the class, and played with a girl who was sitting there. He made her metallic rule fall so the sound stopped the teacher from speaking. She blushed a bit and apologized. Asshole. While the teacher started to talk again, the demon laughed and subconsciously Jongin laughed too. Seriously I didn’t know what was more creepy: hearing both of them laugh or just hearing Jongin laugh in the middle of the class while everyone was silent but the teacher. The man stopped talking and turned back to face Jongin that return to a serious face. “Is there anything wrong, Mr Kim?” the teacher asked, gently. Jongin waited a bit and then spoke. “Oh it’s nothing. Just an annoying ghost.” he said, turning to his left and looking at Kai. The blond smirked and tapped on the glass of the window. The surface cracked a bit where his finger tapped. Everyone gasped and at the same moment ran out of the room hearing the bell ringing. I rubbed my temples and got up and walked to the boys. “Why do you have to behave like this?” I asked Jongin, since he was the one who talked about Kai. The black haired didn’t even look at me and got up from his seat. “Is it my fault, though? I already told you that I don’t like the way the look at me.” he spoke softly walking toward Kai. The blond keep staring at him with his red eyes, and a smirk appeared on his face when Jongin placed a hand on the window near the demon’s head. “Stop doing shit that make me look like a psycho. I hate their stare on me, that stare.” he continued seriously, looking into Kai’s eyes. Okay this was even more creepy. Kai laughed a bit and then apologized. “Okay, sorry I won’t do it anymore.” he promised. I sighed in relief, unable to believe what actually happened.

I sighed walking back home, things with them weren’t easy and even if I didn’t planned it, I got myself involved with them. I passed by Jongin’s house, he was going out from an expensive car and his maid welcomed him. I snorted, thinking it would have been nice being like him with all those people at your feet. Arriving at the gate of my flat complex the owner was waiting for me. “Listen here, when are you gonna pay me?” I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to find an excuse. “Ehm..I’ll do it soon, I promi-” “Did they cut off the water, didn’t they? You smell.” she interrupted me with her disgusted face. I sighed and I tried to speak again while she opened my door and entered into my house. “You’re hiding money, aren’t you?!” she started to yell searching for money. I followed her into the apartment and tried to stop her. “What are you talking about, I’m not hiding anything. Stop it!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from my wardrobe. “Stop!” I pushed her and she hit my parent’s photo frame, making it fall and break into millions of pieces. I kneeled brushing glass pieces off it, tears already filling my eyes. That was the only photo I had of them, the frame was important to me as well and she broke it. Rage and sadness ran through my veins making me forget about the pain from the bloody cuts in my palms. “Ugh,look what you’ve done! Ah I don’t care, just pay the rent you punk!” she hit my back few times before leaving cursing at me. That stingy bitch. I sighed again, trying to calm down when I heard a familiar voice coming from outside. I ran out, my hands still dripping with blood. I stopped as I saw the figure talking to the woman. “Jongin?” I asked, my voice cracking a bit from confusion. He looked at me briefly then went back to the owner. “As I was saying Y/N is going to live with me.” Jongin calm and deep voice explained. I widened my eyes. “What? Why I was going to live with me? How did he know what happened?” the loud questions in my mind got interrupted when I saw Kai coming out from my house with a bag. I looked at him and he handed it to me before reach Jongin and placing at his side. The woman scoffed before brushing her hair back her shoulder. “I don’t care about it, you can take her. But she has to pay me before.” Jongin sighed and looked at his left. Kai understood immediately and walked toward the woman, suddenly he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up in the air. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the demon. I gasped looking at the scene. “What are you doing?” I asked, terrified. “So are you going to live with me?” Jongin asked me, his dark eyes in mine. “Yes, I am.” I hoped Kai would have let the woman go after my answer but Jongin smirked at me. “Kill her, Kai” The demon’s grip tighten around her neck, her face became red as she gasped for air, muffled pleases coming out from her mouth. “No!” I screamed as I ran toward the blond. Instinctively my hand grabbed his arm, at the touch I felt something electric running from my hand through his skin. His fingers let go the woman neck and her unconscious body dropped on the ground. Kai gasped in pain and pressed onto his arm, when he moved his hand my fingers mark was there. We looked at each other before turning and look at Jongin confused. The black haired smirked, he wasn’t too confused but it looked like thoughts were flooding his mind. I felt my energy disappearing and my legs shook unable to hold my weight. “Let’s go home for now, we’ll figure out later.” Jongin spoke but his voice sounded muffled, my eyelids fought to stay open but they couldn’t. Before I could lose my balance I felt two strong arms picking me up and then nothing else.

I woke up in a big and warm bed. Light pierced the window and hit my skin warming it. I squinted my eyes and sat on the mattress. The room was kinda familiar. I looked around and realized it was Jongin’s bedroom. I rubbed the back of my head trying to remember what had happened. Seeing in my mind Kai almost killing the woman, my hand that left marks on his arm and Jongin saying I was going to live with him. “Ugh, why this is happening to me.” I rubbed my temples in despair. As I climbed down the stairs I heard voices talking loudly. One for sure was Jongin, his voice was serious and scary as always. I arrived in the dining room and the maid from the last time had a big bag and was wearing her coat. “Oh she woke up, I’m going now. It was a pleasure serving you, Young Master.” she said faking a smile and walking toward the front door. She stopped in front of me. “Now, you’ll have to work. Good luck.” she said worried and then kept on walking. “Me? Working? Wait, why’” I followed her out of the house. “Excuse me, where are you going? Why I have to work? Do you mean as a maid?” she nodded at all my questions. “Young Master said you’ll pay the rent working for him, and that he doesn’t need me anymore so I can rest. It was nice to meet you Miss Y/N.” she smiled handing her bag to the taxi driver. “No wait!” I stopped her by her arm, pleasing with my eyes to not leave me. “I’m sorry…” she looked at me serious, and placed her hand on mine that was still holding onto her. “Don’t trust the boy and his demon, Darling.” she whispered before closing the taxi door and leaving fast. I looked at the vehicle disappeared from my view. I sighed desperate, and I walked hopelessly inside the house once again. Jongin and Kai were sitting on the couch. The black haired smirked at me. “Now, were are all alone. Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll have so much fun with us.” he said, before laughing with the demon.