#I loove music but I know nothing about it help help

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x16 room 147

the cult hypnosis episode liveblog

(side note I can't believe they didn't have dever & huertas-- heck I would have loved the OTHER dever to do an audio commentary. The castle's dad one had the audio instead which, like, valid ig.) Anyway I'm on a new dvd now, which is why I am complaining about the lack of (my preferred) bonus features.

Not QUITE the same mess lol

KABOOM I loove alexis sm <3 <3

Oof I'm quitting my job to go to school I can't imagine having a job & a non-job & a tutoring gig & paying a lease & holy crap I am so privileged

Yay calling him Sito.

were not was

Jane: He didn’t have to. Good looking guy, no bags, checking in for one night?

that's a flip phone... Plenty of people have their own website. too bad the guy doesn't have imbd tho

random lady yelling.

Love esposito's outfit! so chill!

You never get a confession this early in an ep. u KNOW smth's going to go down. Is there going to be another one really fast like this where they solve it hella fast & after the third murder with an instant confession they get suspicious?

Ah she has an alibi! Is she confessing to cover for someone else?

Love the doodle. Maybe it was a code to whoever is going to read her confession I love the flashbacks. While I'm here, the door opened on the left, attached on the right. I don't think it was like that in the crime scene. wdym you don't think so?

someone is making her confess to their crime that's why this stuff is happening.

Yeah that's how addiction is alright.

I loooove how she doesn't remember! Anita Miller: No, from me!

RC: What about forensics? Did CSU come up with anything? JE: Yeah, a hotel room in New York City? (he shudders) They found all kinds of fun stuff. (not clipping)

Clipping the theory part. unless there was a tall/cext to the phone you don't have!

Doc holloway's back!!!!

Ryan & me: Two weeks? Wait a minute, that’s how long Anita says she’s been feeling blurry.

RC: As much as I love a good mystery, a small part is hoping he can give us some clarity on what the hell is going on.

idk why I find the "ask for help" poster with the guy crying in their hands so humerous. Maybe bc it reminds me of the cotton eyed joe meme I made. Me: *just commit autosurgery trying to cut off my own breast* My surgical tape: *won't stick* Me: *crying* my adhd: IF IT WEREN'T FOR COTTON EYED JOE I'D BE MARRIED A LONG TIME AGO

Love background artists.

I need details.

I love love love the way it goes with the filming. POV filming. (markiplier moments, girl hand, man hand, we also need a black guy. Like that aone scene where you have three hands at some point bc you're picking up the artifact, swapping the teddy bear, holding his nose so he doesn't sneeze, & every single movement is a different person's hand. for Diversity. We need a left-handed person now tho.

Because he did what to you? aiy dee kay. Love the music sm KB, explaining like bonvolio: Yeah, you and Anita Miller are working together on this. You’re either covering for each other or you’re covering for someone else out there.

love how there are two interrogation rooms. She's very adamant that she did this. Why not take the out? "So I didn't kill him? I'm hella confused after all..."

Get doc holloway back here. RC: What if their lives intersect, just not in such a literal sense? Me, just participating in the fictional canadian character poll: ramona flowers? powers? renata? Hold on... scott pilgrim dreams is what I'm saying.

RC: (dryly) Really? Alternate universe? That’s how little you think of me? RC in a future episode: *goes to an au where lanie is preggo & rysposito is canon. unless that was just a fanfic i read...)

I love her ring KB: (off is look) I’m sorry, it’s just, you got excited. It’s kind of cute. RC: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know how I like the weird stuff. Me: SEASON ONE

WHAT'S nothing? on your phone there?

I LOVE this kid, this absolute child. radar oreilly vibes off him, esp with castle's psychic link theoryu.

OUTSTANDING! LOVE THE WORDS! consistency bc of slaughter! "I need to confess!" 'take a number'

"She remembers bc she thought it looked suspicious" that's the only reason someone WOULD remember! & the only reason they'd take a pic.

a big bald man!

It's just a doodle. It is a celtic knot holy trinity sign, no? the van you've been disoriented. How long have you had that symbol in your head? KB: this is important! Dwight: *I killed a guy but fuck ok bestie*

Assertiveness training I love this tranny sm. He needs to get on testosterone.

Sometimes THEY scrub footage, sometimes it's the detectives...

her phone again. what is even going on with that?

I love it. love the way she picks up her jacket, the boys, she's coming back to work this late at night in an hour... I love these folks this family their dynamics their movements & body language I thouht it was jim not alexis. Peter's cafe/bistro

Her face. she is rolling her eyes & I love alexis & I love her bangs & I love alexis & the alexis-kate relationship kjsdflkjkldjfsd It IS pride! Ooh music!!

Love those two cops smiling in the elevator. IT implies that there was a conversation in there that we missed.

Me: native Esposito: also technically native EHI: *kills ppl in their "sweat lodge initiation"*

lmao SO culty he talks so slow. Need to speed this up. good gravy. Ooh I only just noticed her eyeliner. love it.

this place reminds me of japan. Why is he expecting? Oh maybe bc he killed the guy! ooOOooh! SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR BY WHICH I MEAN NO DON'T SHUT THE DOOR YOU'RE GOING TO BE TRAPPED THIS IS MY PARANOIA KICKING IN.

Love the art of himself on the walls. Where is that? Sweden? years????

Bauer: I’m struck by the level of your hostility, Detective. It’s not healthy. RC: You know what I’m struck by is your total lack of curiosity as to why a homicide detective is asking about your employee. "little group" THOUSANDS of members across the globe! RC: Wow. That’s – amazing, how you would just know what off the top of your head. Bauer: I make a point of meeting every member of my EHI family. The people you mentioned are not among them. Me: thousands of members & you have met every one sure but u remember every one?

Bauer: *looks to the side offscreen* RC: *looks to the side too* *realizes* *rolls his eyes up* Me: I do the same thing when my brothers are standing behind me irl & annoying me so I whip around to face them...in minecraft

btw what is that glass thing on there?

grande poobah??? his what???

RC: So all three of our confessors have had problems in their lives. Alcoholism, anger management, assertiveness issues, all things that they could have gone to EHI to treat.

that's true! RC: Wipe memories. Think about it. The fogginess, the confusion over the last two weeks? KR: So you’re saying that a glorified self-help group can erase memories? How? Doc H: With drugs.

Me: *seen the s7 premier* Memories actually change all the time. Outstanding! Love the words! KR: Castle, do you have any idea how insane that sounds? I would clip that but meh RC: Just not in person. Me: Not your psychic theory again!

"Ok he did NOT flirt with me" (why does the woman's vers need to be flirty tho? /gen q for EHS or w/e their name was)

Just letting them continue to argue lol

KB: Yes, a genius at annoying me. (not clipping) RC: Yes, a genius at annoying me. KB: (aside) I’m starting to feel the urge.

the door opens the wrong way THE DOOR OPENS THE WRONG WAY THEY MENTIONED IT RIGHT AFTER MEEEE (tho I have seen it too) wait all these rooms have the same painting? srs?

the way ryan says "su'm" instead of something, I looove it. kinda hate it tho.

CSU: Detective, I traced the signal from Bauer’s video conference with Beckett. JE: So where in Stockholm is he? CSU: That’s the thing. The signal was routed through Stockholm, but it looks like it originated from a local IP address. JE: Local, as in Manhattan? CSU: As in inside this building.

Love esposito's giant coats & layers & stuff.

that hand is slim, but pretty masculine. He smiles but idk if it is flirtatious. None of the suspects said that the bathroom door was open. Why do they know his name tho? Two versions, one for women & another for men? You don't have one for left-handed ppl or someone who maybe can't use or doesn't have their right hand, for Black ppl, for any poc, for ppl who are women but don't want to smile flirtatiously with justin, for fat ppl...

Someone from the crew, yeah you do need a bunch more ppl than just justin, the suspects, & the head of ehi.

At least she pronounced her T. Oof the music. it's so good.

Aw dwight never got to confess slkdjfslkdfjl these three have become friends & I love it sm. Friendship forged in a situation like this.

KB: It’s okay, Castle. You know I like the weird ones. Me: YES YES SJDLFSJKDFLSJDKLFJDS THIS IS THE SERIES

KB: (slyly) How do you know what I do to you when you’re sleeping?

Alexis!!!

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[damiantahur]

Damian Tahur - It's Time

God, you give me everything I need

But sometimes it's hard for me to take it

Cuz I think it's more than me

I'm born to be free

Even when nobody wants me to believe

In who I am

In this life of sin

Stop killin'

What we have inside

We lose our souls

When we don't believe in God

Nobody's here to be me

So it's time

To stop believing

That somebody can help me with my life

This world is crazy

Cuz sometimes it's hard

To be a man

And believe in love

I'm here to win

Even when nobody cares

About my life and me

I do my best

I hear you, Lord

When I want to know

What my life is for

And you give me what I want

Devil gives us

What we don't need (That's right)

But sometimes it seems

Like it's everything (Ooo yeeah)

We ain't free

Cuz we still believe

That somebody is about to come

And help us live (Help us li-iive)

I do my time

Even when it's hard to be

Who I am In this life of sin (Life of si-iin)

God, you give me

What I really need every time

Cuz you know what I want

In this life

We ain't free

Cuz we don't believe (Hey)

That we can change something

In this life of sin (C'mon)

Look at me

I'm not afraid to be myself

Cuz I want to be more

Than this dirty game

God, bless me

Cuz I still believe

That we can be better than we are

In this life of sin

I want to live this life

Cuz it's hard

To do something

When you feel no love (Feel no loove)

I know you are with me

Every day

Cuz I don't want to live

Like a coward in this game (O-hoo)

We ain't free

In this life of sin

Cuz every day is full

Of what we don't need

I pray to you, Lord

Cuz I want to know

That everything in this world

Is about to grow

I follow my heart

Cuz it's ti-i-ime

To believe in what I have

Deep inside

All they do

Is want us to believe

That we are nothing

In this life of sin

I follow my heart

Cuz it's ti-i-ime

To believe in what I have

Deep inside

All they do

Is want us to believe

That we are nothing

In this life of sin

I follow my heart

Cuz it's ti-i-ime

To believe in what I have

Deep inside

All they do Is want us to believe

That we are nothing

In this life of sin

I follow my heart

Cuz it's ti-i-ime

To believe in what I have

Deep inside

All they do

Is want us to believe

That we are nothing

In this life of sin

I follow my heart...

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[dpomalescreative]

So today, Jan 2nd marks 3 years of writing consecutively, even on the daily. To the point of being the main content for my blog it chas consumed my spare time. Not sure what I feel about it but the journey has been enlightening. It has been a journey of pain, learning, understanding, struggles, trials and tribulations, the good the bad the ugly, gratitude and blessings. As life is a mixture of so many things and emotions. We must all find a way to cope. My way of coping with life has been writing and music therapy. The vehicles I have chosen to use are Poetry and Blogging. Then there is a little at home studio where I put my drum set!!! But that's a story in itself. I simply LooVe to write. Unfortunately, much of what I write goes unread so it's hard to determine whether I or it has left some sort of impact on anybody. But it is my intention to leave an impact even if it is just on 1 person. If what I write touches or helps just 1 person, I'm good.

Most of what I write is based on life with all its craziness and wonders that have transpired. The majority of it is my own style of poetry mixed in with some Blog pieces that vary in subject matter. Some readers may get my poetry, some may not. It's based on the goings on in my life, the ups and downs and everything in between. I leave nothing out. This is me. Poetry itself just seemed to be the best vehicle I could find to put my thoughts into shape; to put words to my feelings and emotions. It has become my way of coping with and celebrating life. It is certainly a form of therapy. And I am a huge advocate of therapy.

As many may or may not know,  therapy has been my salvation to the many things that were plaguing me and my health, making me sick. Therapy in its many forms has been transformational. I am not the man or person I was 3 years ago and prior. That person was filled with pain, misery and confusion from a head trauma that was left unattended and ignored for too many years. The person I am today is so much different. I have not felt free-er or more alive than I do today. I am more appreciative of the real gifts in life like love, family, life itself, the many blessings that it brings and so many of the little things. I find myself to be more grateful than I ever was for my health and mental wellness.

In closing, with this 3 year project, I guess writing has truly changed me. Writing as a form of therapy has been amazing. And a journey it has been to have been writing this long. As an advocate of therapy and its many forms, we as humans need therapy consistently. This is a crazy world we live in and it takes alot to get through each and every day. We sometimes need to remember to take care of ourselves 1st. For how can you take care of anyone else if you can not manage to take care of yourself. We owe it to our loved ones and those we care for to be the best version of ourselves that we can be. Your health is the key to a happy life. And therapy is key to a healthy and balanced life. Like I said, there are so many forms of therapy. Counseling is just 1 form. And I have done many years of that kind of therapy, but what has helped me most these last 3 years has been writing and music therapy.

#mentalhealthawareness #therapy #writing #poetry #ptsdawareness #poet #balance #health and wellness

[in-my-feels-probably]

Congrats on hitting 1.2k!! I love your writing and am so happy you are getting the recognition you deserve!

I'd like to participate in your 1.2k celebration! I'd like to go with the Harry Potter fandom (marauders era) and would be preferred to be romantically matched up with a guy.

I'm a quiet girl who's been working a lot on confidence and finding myself. And it's been working, I'm going to the gym because it's fun and not because of unhealthy reasons, I'm taking my time thinking and observing life instead of being too busy to enjoy life, I'm communicating well with family and friends. I truly see the world in a positive manner, and I always want to spread kindness! But I also have a darkish humor, I love joking around saying 'thats what she said jokes' and teasing and just overall being rough and fun!

I always have off days though that get me sad and moody and bitchy. Which is why my main love language to calm me down would be physical touch. I love the way arms wrap around me and kisses i can give and nuzzles. It makes me feel so loved, especially when I'm extremely critical about myself. I'm a perfectionists and it really affects me when something doesn't really meet my standards. But I'm getting better at accepting that nothing is perfect and that I just gotta roll with it. Lots of kind self talk and yoga keep me grounded.

Music is a big part of my life, I love listening to it and playing it with my violin! Currently my favorite songs are Locked and Loaded by LAEL, Toki Doki by Takenobu, Oblivion by Halfy and Winks, Remembrance by Balmorhea and Bloom by Throttle (I would love you to death if you listened to them! Hehe)

I love to read but have a hard time prioritizing time to sit down and actually read. I'm currently reading the Throne of Glass series and it's so good!

I also loove food, I try new dishes and gobble anything down when I'm hungry. And I get them gains going to the gym, playing sports and running.

Hehe that what a big dump but thank you ! I hope your blog keeps on growing! ❤️❤️

hi!

thanks for participating :)

i ship you with james!

i don’t think james would have a problem with you being quieter. he’s a generally loud person, he can make up for anything you don’t put out. i think he’s a very intuitive person. he’d be able to tell when you were uncomfortable, and he could tell when you were beginning to settle in. he’d see all the work you’re putting in to trying to better yourself and gain confidence, and he’d be so proud of you. he’d try his best to help, working you into any social situations he’s in so you know he’s there with you. hed definitely be a good gym boyfriend to have. he’d make sure you were doing all that you could to stay healthy and not strain yourself, and he’d be such a hype man to give you motivation. he’s such a positive person, it would kinda bleed into you.

i do think there’s a darker side to him, not that that’s a bad thing. he’d find your sense of humor intriguing. he would love playful banter with you, you’d challenge him to keep up with you and always be on his toes. although he’s a positive person, i think he has days where he finds it really hard to be positive. he’s always such a light for everyone else, and so people forget that they need to check on him too. but you wouldn’t forget, and you’d always make sure he was feeling alright. and when you started growing into yourself and becoming more positive, it would start to effect him. he’s such a perfectionist. i know he doesn’t seem like one, since things look like they come so easily to him. but he constantly feels pressure on his shoulders, the weight of so much that he gets overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to manage it all. he could be having such a bad day, but seeing you and seeing how much progress you’ve made would just make his day so much better. i think he’s a very touchy person, ids definitely one of his main love languages, and he’d be a firm believer that there’s nothing a really good huh can’t fix.

james is definitely a foodie. he’s always so active, he gets hungry quite easily. i think good food would remind him of his moms cooking, and he’d always be down to go somewhere and eat. quality time is another one of his love languages, and any excuse to hang out with you is fine by him. expect many trips to hogsmeade to eat and get some sweets while you shop.

i don’t think james is a big reader. he’s always so busy, he’s got other ways to fill his time. but he’d definitely understand wanting to do something and not knowing how to properly manage his time. i think he’s got some undiagnosed adhd going on, and he’s just a little forgetful. but he’d know you’ve been meaning to get around to reading your book, and so he’d decide that spending quality time with you was just an opportunity to basically force you to read.

he’d be very content to lay down with you while you made, and maybe even ask you to read out loud to him so he could listen. i can see him getting really excited about a plot, especially if it’s fantasy.

“why didn’t you tell me this book had dragons in it? that’s so cool!”

you’d laugh, slipping a bookmark into the page. “if i had known all i had to do to get you to pick up a book for once was tell you there was dragons in it, i would have done it a lot sooner.”

“hey!” he’d scold, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you down next to him. “be nice to me! when do i ever tease you?”

“just about every day,” you’d muse, raising a brow.

he’d grin, wrapping his other arm around you as he pulled you closer. “maybe…but it’s funny when i do it. you’re just mean.”

“i think you can take it, love,” you’d chuckle, but you’d wrap your arms around him and cuddle close to him. “i’m kidding, if that wasn’t obvious. you know that right?”

you may tease each other all the time, but you’d never want him to feel like you actually meant anything you were saying. he’d laugh it off, and try his best to make sure you didn’t see that it hurt him, like he does with other people.

but he’d know you were kidding this time. he’d smile down at you, feeling his heart warm at you checking in on him like that.

“i know, darling,” he’d say, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “now keep reading. you’ve got me hooked.”

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hi again! sorry for taking a bit to answer this, i’ve been in a bit of a writing slump. i hope you liked this! thanks again for participating :)

#james potter #marauders #harry potter #1.2k followers #1.2k followers celebration #followers celebration

[5bells]

fucking tunning english lyrics to japanese songs SUCKS why am I doing this to myself

#bell rants #okay but synth v is the shit #getting into synthv cause I can't practice singing myself? perhaps #I loove music but I know nothing about it help help #I'll get there someday I hope;;;;; #unu)/

[julemmaes]

Angel Like You - October 4th

 Fenrys Moonbeam x Asterin Blackbeak

Prompt requested by itsjustme on Ao3: “Could you please do a Fenrys and Asterin one with lots of fluff? <3″

A/N: I LOOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH, IF YOU EVER WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT THESE TWO, DM ME THE LINKS TO YOUR FICS CAUSE I LOVE YOU ALREADY

Word count: 2,378

It had been Asterin's birthday for more than eighteen hours and she still hadn't been able to see her boyfriend and finally celebrate with him her drinking age - not that Asterin hadn't had a drink before today, of course, but she imagined it would be nice to do it without having to use her fake ID.

During her lunch break she had walked into the university cafeteria like every other day, staring at her phone waiting for Fenrys to call. She had reached the food counter and started ordering distractedly, with music playing loudly in her ears without losing sight of the screen. That's why she hadn't noticed the balloons falling from the ceiling as soon as she walked through the door. And that's why she hadn't seen her entire group of friends waiting for her at their usual table while they shouted their best wishes.

Manon had gotten irritated and had ripped the headphones out of her ears, making her jump out of fear. Her annoyance hadn't lasted long when Asterin turned around and finally saw what they had put on to make her day just a little more special.

All the Thirteen - their dance group - and Dorian were present, plus a few friends from her classes. None of the guys were there, all away in one of the nearby cities for one of the most important games of the season, and along with them their girlfriends. Aelin, Elide and Lysandra were also part of the cheerleading team and could not afford to miss an important event. Asterin had made a scene when she found out she had an exam on the same exact day. Fenrys had reassured her that there were no problems and that her education was more important than a stupid game of his.

Although she had had fun for that hour with her friends, she missed Fenrys more than usual. And the feeling had worsened when he had sent her a message that he could not call her and that they had lost the game, because Lorcan had been hurt and their team's defense had shrunk dramatically. She immediately replied that she was sorry and that she would have liked to do something to make him feel better. He had seen the text and still hadn't answered, probably busy getting his ass kicked by coach Gavriel.

Now, at seven o'clock in the evening, she was starving to death and desperately wanted to call Fenrys, hear his voice, feel that he had blanched the anger and disappointment that followed a defeat.

She climbed the steps of her small house and saw the kitchen light on and lingered in her footsteps.

It was not possible that someone had broken into her house.

Before she became even more alarmed than she should have been, she approached the window and peered into the house.

"Fen!" she screamed excitedly. She had already snapped towards the entrance and was struggling against the lock, but she could still hear the boy's frightened scream. She laughed.

When she opened the door, she immediately saw Fenrys on the kitchen door with one hand on his chest and his eyes wide open. Asterin didn't even take his backpack off his shoulders before he jumped on his boyfriend.

Fenrys grabbed her, clutching her and resting his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck, "Happy birthday, my love," he whispered to her. They parted enough so that she could look at his face and she laughed, cupping his cheeks. "I missed you so much," he continued, brushing his lips against hers. He took two steps back, leaning against the table for more support.

Asterin smiled and then pushed herself against him, deepening the kiss. Fenrys sighed through the nose, squeezing her hips. He put her down slowly, while they were still kissing and when he pulled the backpack off her shoulders, Asterin also took off her jacket, immediately clutching onto him again, not wanting to be too far away.

Reluctantly, Fenrys pulled away slightly, their noses were still touching each other, "I think I should go back to cooking".

Asterin complained, but let him go anyway, pouting amusedly. Fenrys chuckled and turned towards the stove, where four pots and pans smelled deliciously inviting.

"Where did you find all the food?" she asked, curious, looking at the ingredients scattered on the table. A bottle of tomato puree, some potato skins, half a zucchini and some carrots.

Fenrys looked over his shoulder, "I stopped by the supermarket before I came here," he explained, "I couldn't go home with Con, he took it way worse than I did and I needed to distract myself, not talk about all the mistakes I made on the field today." he looked away when Asterin's expression became serious. She had forgotten the game in the euphoria of the moment.

She approached him, circling his hips from behind and resting her cheek between his shoulder blades. She felt Fenrys hand resting on hers, "I'm so sorry." she kissed him on the neck, tiptoeing, "You shouldn't have done all that. I could have prepared something for us." she murmured against his sweatshirt. She only realized at that moment that he was wearing a chef's apron. She snickered.

"I told you, I wanted to get distracted and cooking relaxes me," he repeated.

Asterin nodded slightly, "I know, I know." she peered over his shoulder to see what he was making, "What is that?"

Fenrys smiled at her, turning the ladle in one of the open pans and taking some of what was supposed to be vegetables and handing it to her, "Chicken and vegetables," he confirmed. Asterin tasted it directly from his hand and closed her eyes while moaning as good as it was. If she had tried to make that dish it surely would have sucked, the chicken would have come out dry and the vegetables would have had no taste at all. Instead the food Fenrys prepared for her was always so tasty and juicy and Asterin always felt how much love the boy poured into it.

"God," she moaned again, "This world doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Fenrys was looking at her with his mouth slightly open and his eyes focused on her lips. He cleared his voice and went back to stirring something else. Asterin pointed at him, "What about that?"

"That's the dressing for our pasta. I bought spaghetti." he smiled at her and caressed her cheek, moving a lock of hair. Spaghetti was definitely her favorite kind of pasta.

"I love you so fucking much." she mumbled to him. Fenrys giggled, with his stupid little grin on his lips, "Me too."

Asterin started cleaning the table, throwing out the scraps and setting the table for the two of them. When Fenrys noticed he whined, "I had to clean it up." he had a guilty look on his face, almost as if he was sorry she was doing him a favor.

The girl watched him closely, "I'm just helping you, Fen."

"Yes, I know, but-" he stopped, cutting the sentence.

Asterin looked him in the eyes and when he looked away, flexing his jaw, she asked, "What is it?"

He remained silent for a while and Asterin gave him time to decide what to say. She knew that he didn't have to push him and he knew that Fenrys had trouble talking about the things that were bothering him, unlike her.

"It's just that I screwed up on the field today. A fuckup that could have been avoided if I had done my job and I need to make it up somehow and treat you like a queen for tonight wouldn't solve everything, but it could at least improve this fucking bad mood of mine." he put his hand in his hair, before he crossed his arms on his chest and turned towards her.

Asterin didn't look at him, continuing to cut the loaf of bread he had bought, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Fenrys grunted, "It's just that I'm sure if I told you what happened, you'd tell me some bullshit of yours to make me feel better and I know I just said the opposite, but I think I deserve to feel like shit."

This time she gave him a stern look, "Why don't you let me judge whether you deserve to feel like shit or not?"

He snorted, "Alright," he mumbled. He said nothing and continued to cook while frowning for a few minutes. Asterin sat down, nibbling on carrots and staring at the muscles in his back that tightened every time he moved. She scowled, "Does it have something to do with Lorcan?"

Fenrys stiffened, "Yes," he simply replied.

"You know, if you don't tell me what happened, I can't just guess?" she asked him jokingly.

He turned towards her, turning off the stove and putting the pan with the chicken in the middle of the table. Asterin was used to seeing him cooking, being that he was practically at her place every night, but it was always nice to see him being the man of the house and making these little gestures for her. Even when his day had been shitty.

He turned to the stove once again, took the pot of pasta and drained it, "I told you he was hurt, didn't I?" she nodded, assenting, "A guy from Velaris broke his anterior cruciate ligament. He jumped on his knee with both feet."

Asterin swallowed noisily, bringing one hand to her mouth. She hadn't realized it was so bad. With such damage he couldn't play for the rest of the season. All this if he did well and if the doctors were able to fix it.

"Fen-" he ignored her, pouring the seasoning on the pasta and starting to serve it.

"It was my fault." he didn't look her in the face, but she had never seen him so distressed in her life. "I saw the piece of shit go up against him and he was charging him like a..." he stopped, shaking his head, "You don't charge another player like that, he looked like a fucking bull trying to kill the matador, I don't know." he sat down after serving both of them. He covered his eyes with his hands, "I should have called him. Warning him that he was about to be tackled."

Asterin was quite upset, she wanted to call Elide, but would have thought about it later. Now she had to concentrate on Fenrys.

"Honey listen to me, these things always happen in football. It's not your fault," she said, extending one hand on the table and taking his hand.

He shook his head, tightening his shoulders, "No, it's different this time." he explained, looking at her finally, "After the game one of his teammates came, the captain, and apologized." he said shocked, "There is no apology in football, Rin. It's not something you do."

Asterin had seen enough games in her life to know that the players were ruthless beasts and that the feeling of belonging to your team was so strong that you felt the need to protect it with your life. Beating someone on the other team was not as strange as it could be considered in other less violent sports. Bullshit, in her opinion.

"They benched him and probably suspended him," continued Fenrys. Asterin understood that he was talking about the player of the other team. She nodded, gritting her teeth.

"You don't think Lorcan blames you, do you?" she asked cautiously, starting to eat when he gestured for her to taste the food. The first bite of pasta was ecstatic. If they weren't in the middle of such a serious conversation she would have praised him and kissed him until they ran out of oxygen.

Fenrys moved the pasta into the dish, "No. I have already spoken to him. Elide also came to me after we left him at the hospital to assure me that it wasn't my fault." Asterin promised herself to text her later.

"Listen," she began, Fenrys looked at her exasperatedly, "Listen to me," she said in a harder tone, "these things cannot be avoided. It wasn't your fault and Lorcan doesn't think it is. I'm sure you'll do everything you can to help him on this path and I'm sure he'll appreciate every little gesture you make, even if he won't show it." they both grinned, knowing full well that Lorcan would never show an ounce of feeling for anyone other than Elide.

When Fenrys did not answer immediately, continuing to eat in silence, Asterin squeezed his fingers still wrapped around hers, "I'm sorry, however, that this happened."

He looked at her, his expression pained, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. It's your birthday and now you're sad."

Asterin snorted, "Stupid, I don't care if it's my birthday. If you're feeling bad, I want to talk about it and make you feel better."

His eyes softened a little, then he whispered, "I love you, very much." Fenrys seemed to remember something important at that moment, "I've brought you presents," he announced as he stood up. Asterin stiffened, leaning forward to his now empty place, confused, "Gifts? S meaning, more than one?"

The boy returned with four packages in his hand, all poorly wrapped. He had a half smile on his face and Asterin would have been satisfied with that little bit of happiness for today.

She thanked him silently when he put them in her lap, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. She opened them one by one and when she took the biggest one, she realized it was fluffy. She opened it curious to find out which sweatshirt of his he had given her, but it was not a sweatshirt. It was a rectangular pillow with a picture of his ass printed on it. They laughed until they cried and then moved into the living room after finishing dinner.

They spent the rest of the evening talking and kissing and when it got late they went to bed, where Fenrys seemed to forget all about Lorcan and the lost game, while he showed her exactly just how much he loved her.

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[nightashes]

Virgil’s Self-Care Day

A/N: Inspired by @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes post. This fic is just utter silliness and fluff. No plot in sight.

Summary: "A fluffy fic where Virgil actually loves himself" Otherwise known as "Virgil has regular self-care days and the others join in."

Warnings: Food

Ao3 version - writing masterlist

The day begins with Virgil’s eyes snapping open. A smile spread across his face as he thinks of what day it is, the third Sunday of the month (otherwise known as Virgil’s self-care day.) He flings his covers off, springing from bed with a wide stretching grin. His alarm sounds a minute later and a song from Evanescence, his favorite band, begins blasting through his room. Virgil smirks at his phone.

“Sorry, bud, but your gonna have to be a little faster to beat me. I’m just too good for you.”

Was it weird to talk to his phone? Maybe. Did he care? Absolutely not. 

Virgil takes a quick shower. His skin buzzing with excitement. Jumping out he speeds around his room throwing on his favorite ripped pants, combat boots, and for a change of pace he pulls out his Christmas sweater. The one that was made for him by Patton and Roman. Gosh, did he love those dorks. 

Yes. Today was a great day. The thought came again and again. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. Nor did he want to. For today was his self-care day. A day just for him to spend doing what he loves best and hanging out with the people he cares for more than anything in this world. He studies his face in the mirror. A day like this deserves some extra special eye shadow. Maybe something even a little more.

Shifting through the makeup on the top of his dresser, the varying types of eyeshadow, mascara, highlighters, and lipsticks. For a day like this, a special day, would require some extra special care and attention. A foundation pale enough to make any vampire swoon. A purple lipstick dark enough for even his Gothic soul. And a smokey eye that was well... smoking. Yeah. Virgil was rocking it today.

Stepping back, he surveys his completed work. Brushing his hair to lay just in such a way as to cast shadows over his face, increasing his spooky vibes by ten. No one could deny (not even Roman) that being scary was just plain fun. 

 Speaking of the others, it was time for breakfast. Virgil bounds down the stairs, recipes he had searched for the night before buzzing in his head. This was going to be good. Logan was already in the kitchen making his morning cup of coffee. He looked up in shock at Virgil not only being awake this early, but also being so chipper about it. The thought disappeared as the pieces clicked together in his mind. And of course they would. Logan was just that smart. 

“Self-care day, Virgil?”

“Self-care day.” Virgil smiles in response. “So pancakes? Or eggs and sausages? Maybe cinnamon rolls? Oh, I found a recipe for a quiche! What do you think?”

“As this day is for you and not I, I think it would be best to hold my opinions to myself and support your choice. Even if some of those choices are sorely lacking in nutritional value.”

“Quiche it is.” Virgil can’t help but appreciate Logan’s comment. The others always go the extra mile to make sure that he puts himself first on his self-care day. They truly do care about him.

Virgil begins pulling out all the ingredients from the fridge and cabinets, summoning whatever they don’t have. He mixes the wet ingredients (quiches sure do have a lot of eggs), folds in the veggies and extra goodies, and pours it all into the ready-made crust. Just in time for the oven to beep, letting him know that it was ready to go. Sliding the tray in with ease, Virgil leans back against the counter to appreciate this moment. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth in a semi-meditative state.

Patton speaks up from behind him, “Oh, is it your self-care day already?”

Virgil turns to see Patton already beginning to clean up the mess he had made baking. 

“Leave that for me, Pat. I can handle it.”

“Virgil, if you’re baking for us. It’s only fair that I clean up after you.”

“Thanks, Popstar. You’re pretty cool.”

“Am I ice cold?” Patton throws back.

“Colder than Antarctica.” 

“Awww, that’s pretty cold there, Mister. So what’s cooking, or should I say baking?”

Virgil chuckles out. “A quiche.”

“Sounds wonderful. And what are your plans for today?”

 “Oh, I have some ideas. But I think I’ll just let the wind carry me, you know.”

“Something smells great. Whatever is in the oven is fit for a king.” Roman calls as he shuffles down the stairs, still in his crown pajamas. “Oh, Virgil!” He calls seeing the two shuffling around the kitchen. “I am looving that lipstick, I was hoping your self-care day was soon. I have a wonderful idea for what you can do to tick off your ‘spending time outside’ box. That is if you are willing?”

“Depends on whatever the idea actually is, Princey.” 

“Well, picture this. The imagination. Flower fields. I know not spooky enough. But instead of the usual, I take you to see the new Deadly and Poisonous Plants and Flowers Exhibit. Made by yours truly just for you, Mr. Dark and Cheery.”

“Dark and cheery? Geez.” Virgil smirks at the nickname. “Yeah. Sure. I guess it sounds kinda cool.”

“Excellent! Just knock on my door when you’re ready. Now please tell me whatever you are baking is almost done! I swear that smell is making my mouth water.”

“In just a moment.”

And so after a family breakfast, where everyone made sure to compliment the quiche. Virgil had to say, it really was a good recipe. The group separated. Roman and Patton went to get ready. Logan insisted on cleaning up the table, since Pat and Virgil had done everything else. And Virgil sprawled himself across the couch, earbuds in and music on. 

Virgil often called this time his “be like a cat hour.” Where he would lazily stretch out, taking as much space as he needed, and just spend an hour listening to his favorite songs and scrolling through his favorite Tumblr tags. It was a moment of pure bliss. Just an hour, where he could just be with himself and enjoy the moment. But like all things, the hour had to come to an end. And so with a heavy heart, he stretched out one last time, refusing to abandon the calm atmosphere of the moment, and rolled himself off the couch. He landed on the floor with an umpf. Blinking up at the ceiling, his mind slowly coming back online and thought through all of the options for what he could do next. Roman’s offer naturally came to mind. And so not a moment later, Virgil shuffled off to knock on the prince’s star-studded door, star-studded in that it was literally covered in sparkling stars. Virgil even recognized a few from that weirdly echoey mind palace that Roman had created during the Growing Up video.

He knocked once, twice, and before his fist could land a third time. The door swung open to reveal, a panting Roman with windswept hair. His pajamas finally replaced with his prince attire. “Ready, for the best self-care day you will ever experience.”

“I mean a self-care day isn’t really supposed to be a competition-”

“Just, come in. I have so much to show you.” Roman swings the door open, sweeping his arms through the air. “The imagination awaits.”

And so together, Dark and Stormy with Bright and Rosy made their way into the imagination. Walking across rolling hills, past a bustling town and castle, and to a wide expanse of meadows stretching across the west territory. 

“Gardening has become a bit of a hobby of mine. And I get to grow so many nice flowers to gift to you and the others. Did you notice Patton’s flower crown the other day? Forget-me-knots, lily-of-the-valleys, and some daisies. All grown right here. Of course, I knew that wouldn’t interest you. So I was determined to cultivate a field of the strange and mysterious. Right over here.” Roman’s voice is loud and booming. His chest puffed out with obvious pride as he leads the anxious side deeper and deeper into the gardens. Across the twisting and turning paths until they stop at the edge of something right out of an Addams family movie. A knotted and scarred tree takes center stage with ivy growing up the twisted bark. The ground around the specimen is filled with black roses, deadly nightshade, oleander, hemlock, and varying types of thorny bushes.The path through the garden is scorched ground, as if Roman had created it by directing lightning strikes.

“Roman, this is actually pretty cool. How’d did you do this?”

“C’mon Virge, you can create anything with a little creativity.”

Virgil snorts at the cheesy answer. “Right sure. Just show me around.”

“Well, right done here, you will see a dried out fountain. And over there is a small cemetery. Nothing is actually buried there, but I thought you’d appreciate the aesthetic. There’s even a murder of crows that hang out there now.”

“Ah yes, my people, we do love to hang out in cemeteries and caw at the moon.”

“Oh, so you caw at the moon?”

“Do you doubt me?”

“No. no. How could I doubt someone who has shown they love to hiss as a way of communication? In fact, there’s a mini moon that floats above this garden just for you. Why don’t you go and caw at it now.”

“You think you can embarrass me into not cawing at the moon. Oh, Princey, Princey, Princey... You have no idea what you just started. Brethren crows!” Virgil calls to the birds settled amongst the tombstones. “The moon awaits us, let us caw!” And then the dark and stormy side runs off into the cemetery, flapping his arms and literally cawing at the moon. 

Roman looks on, his mouth dropped, as his feeble mind tries to process the true magnificence that is Virgil cawing while the crows are flying around his head joining in his song. Some even land on his outstretched arms as if he were the Crow King and they were his humble subjects.

Virgil finishes his call with a wave of his arms, as the entire murder takes flight. Their bodies covering the mini moon as they fly off into the “night” sky darkening the already overcast garden. And the anxious side turns to his companion, a devilish smirk on his features as he delights in Roman’s flabbergasted expression. 

“What’s wrong, Princey? Is my pure Halloween spirit too much for you?”

The creative side’s face immediately switches to a look of pure mischievousness. “Oh, you asked for it now. I’m going to tell all the sides all about your Halloween spirit.” He announces as he runs back through the garden heading towards the door to the imagination.

Virgil smirk only grows into a full-fledged Cheshire grin. “The hunt is on.��� And then he is gone, sprinting after the creative side, his lanky form racing through the gardens, jumping over any obstacles. Barreling after the man who dares to try and best him.

Needless to say, Logan and Patton were both entirely shocked when Roman came rushing into the commons. Breathless and with windswept hair, gasping for words, only to be tackled by a cackling Virgil with murder in his eyes. The two dissolving into giggles as Roman fights to speak. “Logan… Patton… Virgil and… and the crows… and…” 

Virgil manages to pin Roman to the ground, fighting to keep his laughter at a manageable level. He growls at his friend. “You’ve been caught by the Crow King. Prepare to perish!” A black permanent marker appearing in his hand. 

Roman pales at the sight. “Virgil, wait. no. I’m sorry.”

Patton gasps at the sight. “Please, Virgil. He’s too young. He’s just a boy.”

“That doesn’t excuse him of his crimes. I am only doing what is just.”

“My beautiful face!” Roman bemoans as the marker meets skin.

Virgil is cackling.

Patton is clutching his heart.

And Logan… Well, Logan is just rolling his eyes.

“There.” The anxious side stands, releasing Roman from his grasp. “The deed is done.”

“What did he do?” Roman asks, desperately feeling around his face. “What did he write? Quick, a mirror! Someone get me a mirror.”

Patton manifests a mirror, passing it over to the panicking prince. “It’s okay. I’m here for you.”

Roman grips tightly onto the fatherly side’s hand. “Thank you, Patton.” He slowly raises the mirror with his other. Bringing it ever closer to his face to read the words written in bold across his forehead and cheeks ‘The Crow King Was Here.’

“My face. My poor beautiful face.” Roman waxes to the unforgiving world. 

Meanwhile Virgil merely chuckles evilly. “You can’t embarrass me, Roman. I always win. That’s why I’m the king and you’re the prince.”

“Are we done now?” Logan asks with a look as if he and he alone carries the weight of the world.

“I’ll get you for this, emo.”

“Come at me, bro.” Virgil fires back.

Roman launches himself at Virgil, tackling him onto the couch. Virgil hissing in protest as he fights against his oppressors grip. 

“Patton, help me.” Virgil reaches out to the moral side.

Roman flops down on top of Virgil, entrapping him beneath him. “Virgilcallshimselfthecrowkingbecausehecawsatthemoon.” Roman speaks quickly, his words running together.

“Huh?” Patton cocks his head.

“Virgil apparently caws at the moon?” Logan translates with utter confusion.

“I do!” Virgil shouts, his voice muffled as his face his pressed into the couch cushions. He struggles against Roman, lifting his head in defiance. “And I’m proud of it. I am the Crow King! Fear Me!”

“Mission Accomplished.” Roman collapses against the anxious side. “I’ll think I’ll just take a nap now.”

“Noooooo.” Virgil protests from beneath him.

“Oh, you silly kiddos. Do you guys wants some lunch?”

“Yes, please.” They speak in unison.

“Right. Virgil after lunch I was hoping to ask you to join me and Patton in our knitting club again. It was quite…pleasant the last time. And I thought it would check off your ‘do something creative’ box.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” The dark and stormy side speaks from beneath Roman, resigned to his fate as a couch cushion.

Virgil’s self-care days didn’t always contain such chaos. But if Virgil was being truthful it was days like this, where they could all let loose without care or concern, that made him look forward to them with such excitement. And as he laid there, smushed underneath Roman and planning out his knitting project revenge, while Roman chatted on and on about how he should be the one to make dinner and then they could have a movie marathon after, Virgil decided that tickling his way out from under Roman just required too much energy. Instead, he allowed Roman’s flowery language to wash over him, surprisingly at peace with his predicament, as he patiently awaited for Logan and Patton to return with lunch.

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[bubblyani]

Treasure You (Pt. 2)

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Part Two Of Lucifer Morningstar Two Shot

Rating : Mature

Author’s Note: So happy of how this part came about. Every moment I spent writing this was precious. Filled with right amount of Angst, Fluff and Smut, hope y’all enjoy this! 😈❤️

Part 1 HERE

With your legs shaking frantically, You were suddenly aware of the flesh covered frame that was your body even more. Staring at the sky through the glass window, you clearly felt alone enough to reminisce all that happened out loud. The sting that his stubble left on the soft skin of your neck, every inch of your thighs that received his touch were evident souvenirs. Souvenirs of the impossible and unexpected.

A little part of you longed to jump up and down, squeal in glee. But you wholeheartedly didn’t want to. Because it didn’t feel right.

Your logical reasoning made you question yourself: What are you really doing?

Putting your legs down, you sat right up. Exactly, why were you wasting your time sitting up here all alone, whilst the life of the party was downstairs. The ‘Life’ that was wrapped around your body a few minutes ago, to be exact.

Smoothing your hair, straightening your dress, reapplying your lipstick, your heels clicked as you rushed to the elevator.

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The elevator doors opened with their usual ding, revealing the amorous spectacle that was LUX. Only that your ears didn’t drown in loud music, but with just one voice commanding the room instead.

You froze. It was his voice.

“…and it is my great pleasure to have you all here tonight. Though I’ll be more than pleased to have you all here ever night...”

Laughter erupted from the crowd as Lucifer’s velvet voice continued to fill in, his humor amplified through the microphone.

Stepping out of the elevator, you saw him standing a few feet away to your right. As he raised his glass, Lucifer grinned to his fullest.

“Cheers...”

“CHEERS!” The crowd replied with glee, and with his signal, the music made its entrance, joyous cries were met, and  the party began.

You realized how even the simplest words sounded undeniably pleasing in his voice. Like how you realize it over and over again.

You watched him glide down the stairs , walking into the crowds with ease, with confidence. Dozens of glasses clicked to satisfaction, while dozen pair of eyes were blessed with his flashing smile. Surely the loins of all occupants would catch on fire, and he would be to blame.  Chuckling, you had to admit, you were always impressed by his charm.

Spinning around, Lucifer’s eyes suddenly caught your own, and you were surprised when he froze in response. His joyous expression had vanished, replaced with a serious one instead. Your heart grew heavy to see him look so vulnerable, as if he just let his guard down. This was not what you wanted from him. Turning away, you descended down the stairs in a flash, hoping to relieve him.

Should I just go?

Settling on an empty corner of a couch, you took in a deep breath, wondering why you thought that, and whether you should really act on it. Looking up, you longed to be distracted by the music that moved the bodies in hypnosis. Tapping your feet, you drank in how each frame moved in its own groove. It made you smile for a minute. For it was not so long before when you found yourself dancing here for the first time ever. You remembered oh so clearly.

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(A few months ago, LUX)

The wait outside was so worth it, for you were clearly having a great time at LUX. Upon your friend’s insistence, you may have stepped out the apartment with hesitation but you didn’t regret it one bit. Drowning in your own screams of happiness , flashing lights had nothing on you as a brighter smile flashed across your face while your limbs moved to the rhythm. You didn’t deny that more people stepped into the dance floor once you warmed it up a bit.  When you danced, you danced your worries away. The fire you had in you was not containable. And you could do nothing but cause Forrest fires wherever you extended your arms or swayed your hips.

“Oh my god...”

“It’s him...it’s him”

“He’s so hot”

The sudden shrill of your friends voices irritated you whilst your body rolled.

“Guys…” you panted, turning to face them “What the hell-“

You fell silent, upon seeing the figure that stood before you.

If Tall, Dark and Handsome had an official visual description, he would be the clear winner.

“I’m afraid you’re making us all look bad” He said,with his evident British accent.

“Huh?”  Genuine concern filled your face. But he merely smiled in return. Your friend was right. He was hot.

“My dancers…” he said, pointing at the women on the boxes, “...you’re making them look bad. Are you trying to steal their jobs?” He asked teasingly, his smile never leaving.

“Oh haha…” you laughed, covering your mouth “ that…I mean this…hehe” you looked down embarrassingly, “I thought you were being serious for a moment there…”

“Well I am…” the man replied, making you look back at him with raised eyebrows “I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what I just saw earlier ...you’re...quite the gifted dancer, filled  with the vigor I truly admire in you humans”

You chuckled, “You humans ? What are you? An alien?”

“Oh the Devil in fact...” he grinned widely.

Shaking your head, you said, “Well...the best moves are not for...everyone”

“Oh my…” you heard the sensuality in his curious tone, “... only the exclusive ones then?”

With hands on your waist, you took one more step, until you were merely inches away from his beautiful face.

“Just the one…” you purred, “...whoever is lucky”

“Ooooh...” he purred back, not holding anything back.

You swore his lips never looked so clear as it grew closer to yours.

Until you suddenly giggled.

“Ahahah…Was I doing it right?” You chuckled. Forcing him to furrow his eyebrows with confusion.

“Doing what?”

“Flirting...” you laughed, “...I’m really sorry...I’m normally not so good at it”

Realizing the situation, he laughed along with you.

“Well I find that hard to believe...” he said, extending his hand, “...Lucifer Morningstar”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” You said, holding his hand with no hesitation, “Very...very nice to meet you”

Suddenly you felt like your body and soul was a magnet, for you could not help but be drawn to him. But you knew it was clearly lust sneak attacking you.

“Please...Allow me to get the next round ladies” Lucifer hailed the bartender, inciting cries of  from your friends.

“Oh Wow…”

“Thank you Lucifer”

Smiling with soft eyes, you were definitely pleased with the result. And suddenly it was not lust that kept you company.

The DJ managed to get your attention out of the blue.

“Oh man…” you closed your eyes, “I loove this song!”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you spun around, tip toeing over to the dance floor once more. All your friends however, flocked around Lucifer like bees to honey. Their eyes were filled with desire that he wasn’t a stranger to. Therefore, your warm joyous ones proved to be more interesting.

It was only later that night on the way home, one of your drunk yet envious friends accidentally remarked how Lucifer Morningstar turned out to be worse than expected.

“What? How is it possible? I find that hard to believe...”

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard when you’re too busy dancing to even notice”

“What could he have possibly done? Did he grope someone?” You asked mockingly.

“Pft...he barely even paid any attention to any of us...”

“Well he’s a club owner...if he was looking at his phone ...maybe he was working probably...I don’t know”you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Yeah...working his eyes on you...”

“Wha?...”your eyes widened, “Really?...” which came out softer than expected. Where did all the alcohol go? As you felt suddenly sober. Your friend nodded, snatching your bottle away while the other hailed a cab.

Shaking your head frantically, you rubbed your eyes.

Nope, that’s not possible.

Your curiosity didn’t stop you from stopping by the club again one night. Only it wasn’t the same.

“Ah...Ms. Y/L/N! You’re back!”

Lucifer Morningstar welcomed you with literal open arms the moment you stepped inside.

“Yeah...had quite a tiring day at work so...why not blow off some steam!” You smirked, as he guided you to the bar “although something strange did happen earlier...”

“Oh? ...do tell” he said with curiosity, ordering drinks while you sat.  

“Donald from outside...he immediately recognized me. Didn’t even let me wait on queue...” you chuckled, nodding to thank the bartender once you received your drink, suddenly making you pause.     “As if ...someone...remembered” you slowed down, realization rich in your voice as you looked at Lucifer’s proud face. With a low chuckle, he winked, making you catch your breath for a second.

“Well I couldn’t really forget a beautiful face...or...your face to be exact”  

“Hah...smooth move!”!

“Well you can’t blame me for trying...” he said, raising his glass.

“To a new friendship” he said.

You raised yours along with him.

“To Ms. Y/L/N!” He added. You shook your head.

“Y/N...please” you corrected, longing to hear him call out your name. Looking into your warm eyes, he toasted as the glasses clinked.

“Y/N...”

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(Present)

“Y/N!”

You were awakened from your short reminiscence as you heard Maze’s voice next to you. The beautiful young woman stood there, shoving a glass of whiskey in your hand.

“You look like you could use a drink” she said coolly.

“Thanks… I guess” you said, accepting it. With a slight nod, she left your sight.

No matter what she thought of you, you always adored Maze. You admired her ferocity and strength, and you certainly thought her to be beautiful.

Watching the ice cubes swim in the whiskey glass, you sighed heavily. You wanted to drink so badly.You wished to take in sips, with each sip helping you to wash away every single shitty feeling. But at the same time, you didn’t feel like it.

Everything felt so contradictory. It all felt uneasy, unanswered. You didn’t know what to do.

Before you worry yourself to exhaustion, you took a huge gulp.

Seeing Lucifer amongst those lucky women, seeing him play his flirtatious charm, seeing those innocent yet lust inducing touches here and there, left you a burn in your heart which did not seem so different from the burn you felt down your throat from that sip of whiskey.

Those burns revealed nothing but jealousy. You wished you were as carefree and adventurous as they were, for if you were you would certainly be there amongst them, happy and entranced.

But instead, there you were. Sitting on the corner, confused and envious, longing for him like an addict in withdrawal. Wishing he’d look your way with a smile instead of uncertainty.

What have you done?

Did you officially lose that close relationship you managed to build with this man?

Ever since your acquaintance, it did not take long for the both of you to form a special friendship. One where you two would unknowingly end up sharing countless nights sharing his stories and adventures with Detective Decker over glasses of whiskey or cups of tea at his penthouse. He would lean more towards the whiskey while you’d insist he cut down for the sake of his health.

“Bloody Hell! What are you ? My mother?” He’d laugh.

“If being concerned makes me your mother...so be it!” You’d say, as you involuntarily pinch his cheek.

“Ooops...” you’d say, “ that’s the whiskey in my tea acting out” giggling, you’d fall off your chair, erupting more laughter from him.

You chuckled, never tired of that  wonderful memory. But that chuckle suddenly faded for it was merely just a memory now.

Should I just go?

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Hours passed, and yet the party spirit continued to conquer the night. LUX was never a disappointment.

While the others indulged in a constant high, you were definitely stewing in an all time low. Your mind filled with a dozen questions.

Were you wrong to act out? To step out of the line?

Will awkward silences and nervous glances forever replace the warm greetings and passionate conversations? You dreaded it.

And just like that, another nightmare was just added to your list.

Should I just go?

Yes, maybe you should, You thought. Unmoved from your seat the whole evening, you certainly did feel like a complete fool that night.

Getting up in an instant, you walked towards the stairs with a heavy heart. If you leave now, you could at least cry yourself to sleep alone. Yes there will be tears, but at least it’ll help you sleep faster.

Just the thought of it made your nose itch, you wanted to disappear into thin air.

But you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back. Automatically turning, you found it was Lucifer standing next to you.

“Lucifer!” You exclaimed. His eyes remained serious and his grip remained tight. Was he watching you all this time?

But before you could speak further, you felt him drag you back from the stairs. Walking through the intoxicated crowds, you followed him with complete confusion.

“Uh...” you began, “Lucifer ...what’s going on?”

Every woman you passed shot nothing but looks of intense jealousy. Surprising how Lucifer Morningstar brought out the sin in everyone. He did not take you to the bar, nor to the dance floor, not even to the piano. Instead you climbed upstairs with him, only to face the elevator doors opening up before the both of you.

“Seriously...” you murmured with concern, as you both entered, “you’re making me worried now Lucifer...”

His gaze on you intensified as seconds went by, and the moment those doors closed, you felt your wrist being set free.

Allowing Lucifer to cup your face, capturing your lips with his instead.

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Sweet reminiscence bounced back to you as your lips made its entrancing journey with Lucifer’s own once again. His kisses had literal addiction written on them, intoxicating you more and more. Everything you could be, you became. You melted, you were intoxicated, you were liberated.

Seemed like you felt like a fool for clearly nothing.

With the elevator doors opening to his penthouse, Lucifer slowly guided you inside, lips still glued to yours with devotion.

The way he held you, safety was the only word you could describe it.

You felt him lowering himself slightly, just so that he could lift you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him. Lost in his lips, you hadn’t the slightest clue of your location until he finally broke away, setting you on top of the bar table.

Perched on the table with your legs spread wide, you sat there, with a face so flushed, and lips gratefully swollen. Heavy pants filled the background as he looked up at your state. For a second you felt like a part of divinity, for his gaze was filled with faith. Finally getting some strength in, you pushed yourself off the table, lightly landing on your tipped toes to find yourself standing in front of him. You found it adorable how he mildly reacted to your landing, making sure you’re alright. Hands infected with life, your slowly extended them out. Fingertips impatiently rested on his chest, grazing, moving further out till you were successfully able to push the jacket off his torso.

Lucifer Morningstar need not strip to arouse you, for his simple yet sophisticated white shirt covering his Adonis like frame sufficed more than ever. Grabbing you by the waist, his lips engulfed yours, inciting a gasp from you. This time his lips took their sweet time, as if he had all the time in the world. They even went far as to slowly allow his tongue take part, letting it beg its way into your own. You moaned as they entwined, deepening the kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck to bring yourself closer. He may be savoring but he certainly did not waste his time either, for Lucifer’s hands found its way around the zipper of your dress, gently unzipping it down. You suddenly shivered by the contact of his fingers on your now-exposed back, making him break away with a concerned look.

“You okay?” He asked breathlessly. The softness in his voice was filled with intimacy that you had not experienced before. And you must admit it quite suited him as well. Flames birthed in you with such strength you did not need to reply with words. Pulling him back, you kissed him with enough passion to assure him you were more than okay.  

The passion was transferable, and doubling in Lucifer, the only way he could respond was surprising. Growling into your lips, you winced as you heard him tear the ends of your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

You didn’t hesitate quickly unhooking your balconette bra, tossing it aside quickly before pressing yourself against him even further.

Lips breaking away, Lucifer made his surprising discovery. No explanations required, he witnessed a little fantasy that had been dwelling inside you. Running your fingers over his shirt, you savored the material gingerly, whilst moving against his chest, allowing your bare breasts to be a part of the pleasure as your nipples hardened by the graze of the white shirt and the sculpted body beneath  it.

Lips parted, Lucifer had quite a hard time watching only you participating in the pleasure, especially when your lips rested on his Adam’s apple, placing feathery kisses all over it.

“Oh Y/N...” he breathed pleadingly, which seemed quite surprising. Before you could make a snarky remark, he shushed you with his kisses, swiftly lifting you up to carry you in his arms bridal style until ending up at his bedroom.

You felt your body bounce the moment it hit the bed, breaking you away from Lucifer whilst he stood before you. Slipping off your shoes , you quickly got up to see him unbuttoning his shirt in a rush that you have not seen. And for some odd reason, you felt the urge to help him out, bending down to untie his shoe laces.

Loud chuckles from Lucifer alerted you of his surprise.

“Y/N-“

“You’re welcome...” you said as you looked up with a smug expression.

And your good deed did not end up unappreciated, for you stood up to see him peeling off his shirt.

“You know...” you said, unbuckling his pants “...having an elevator open into your penthouse is real fancy and shit but... it’s quite the privacy killer sometimes, don’t you think?” You breathed into his cheek.

“Well... given the previous experiences I will not disagree with you” he replied, nose brushing against yours. You giggled.  

“But...” he said, with the firm grip of your arm, “...make no mistake, this will not be interrupted by anyone. Even if anyone comes through that door, I won’t...even ...notice”

His piercing gaze alongside his seriousness in those words certainly left you with more arousal. Not to mention when he successfully managed to strip down completely.

Truthfully you have seen him in his bare but confident glory before. But every time you did, you were polite and decent about it. You’d look away or tighten your temples with a firm sense to understand that it was merely a piece of anatomy and nothing more. But tonight, seeing the man you secretly and unknowingly harbored feelings for fully stripped down, certainly pressed some buttons of your own.

Backing away, you climbed on to the bed, moving back as he followed suit, his eyes fixated on you. He was the lion and you were the lamb. Except the lamb was impatient to be the prey.

Standing on your knees, you welcomed the lion’s pounce as Lucifer kissed you once again, holding you firmly by the waist. Your palms wandered frantically over his torso, filling you with greed for him. For he was simply and most definitely, irresistible.

The moment his hands left your waist, you broke away with a soft moan as they dug into your panties, cupping the bare flesh of your buttocks tightly.

Panting, you held his face, inhaling deeply wearing a pair of serious eyes.

“I’m not-“ you paused ,”I’m not like other women you’ve been with...” you said, shrugging your shoulders shyly “...clearly you can see I’m not...beautiful that way...”

Lucifer shot you a look of immense shock. As if you were blabbering words of insanity. Pressing your lips,You blushed with embarrassment.

“It’s tru-“

His hungry kisses kept you from finishing that sentence, pushing you back to the bed as a result. Taking your hands, he securely placed them on his neck. Instead of using comforting or contradicting words, he opposed your statement and clear insecurity with his lips. Given the man he was, you were pretty sure the women were the ones to throw themselves at him at a time like this. Therefore you were obviously surprised when you felt those hungry kisses wandered all over your body. His kisses lit small sparks of fire on you, and he was the devout and enthusiastic carrier of the flame. The kisses were even and generous, each one curiously moving from your jawline to your collarbone, to the curves and the buds of your heaving breasts, to your protruding hips. Your vocal responses were forthright, moans growing loud and free, impatient to show your appreciation. And those fires felt even hotter when you swore you felt his noticeable erection press against your thigh.

As if sharing telepathy, Lucifer came to your dire need, pulling your panties down in an instant. The region between your thighs was of abundant wetness, exposed to the open air for a few seconds. But it was clearly not when you were left with a loud gasp as he quickly inserted himself in you.

Eyes lost in each other, bodies wrapped around one another, you held on to his ethereally yet sinfully beautiful face. You held with heart, while Lucifer Morningstar began to move inside you, while he set off to discover new found passions for you, while he finally proceeded to make amorous love to you.

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Your eyes fluttered, like the wings of a butterfly as you woke up to the soft melody created by piano keys. It soothed you. It made you smile. It relieved you to know, that he was nearby. Lucifer was nearby.

The rays of the morning sun filtered through the glass window, falling on your naked back as you slowly sat up. The way the keys were tickled the music  encouraged you to drag yourself out of empty bed, put on the white shirt that was laying on the floor, to tip toe your way out to see Lucifer playing the piano.

You dared not interrupt, but merely stood there to listen in silence. Lively would be his usual mood, but this morning his fingers spoke nothing but gentleness with heart. You watched him with pride, you listened to him with The moment the last note was hit, he turned back to you.

“Sorry if I woke you...”

You shook your head, “Don’t…It was the best alarm ever” you said with a smile. He smiled back shyly.

“I couldn’t help it…”

“And that’s great cause you know how much I love to watch you play...” you said, with your hands clasped together and much enthusiasm , “I make the most noise when you hit those keys with passion...ah!”

Realizing the possible dirty imagery that could be behind it, along with his naughty expression borne as a result, you snorted with laughter, covering your mouth. Tempted by the sight of him patting his lap as an invitation, You walked towards him. Wearing just his boxers, he wrapped one arm around you as you sat down.  

His eyes widened with surprise after you swooped in to give a tender but long peck on his cheek.

Humming softly, Lucifer moved towards  your lips, surprised even more when you placed your fingers to stop him.

“...my morning breath...” you murmured, wearing a nervous smile, “it must be horrible...” you hated that you suddenly felt so conscious of the smallest things. Saving you the train of thoughts, Lucifer held you by the chin, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. With his tongue embracing your own in a hurry, he proved you wrong once again.

“Oh...” he sighed, forehead pressed against yours, “ I should stop before I carry you back to bed again”

“Oh wow...” you chuckled shyly.

“This ...”he said, thumb grazing over your lips, looking at you, “...this was long long overdue”

“It was...” you said, breathless by his touch.

Lucifer paused for a few seconds, “Earlier you asked me, why I let you stick around”

You nodded in acknowledgment. Holding your hand tightly, he inhaled deep.

“It’s because I consider you as my equal”

This was definitely not what you expected. Putting your other hand over his, you listened.

“The respect you showed me was genuine. I felt respected” he said, “Not that I ever needed  anyone’s approval but, as a club owner, as a businessman, with my adventurous habits, you didn’t take your time to judge, nor were you hungry to gain something from me in return”.

He said, a warm smile growing in his face.

“You were sincere. You are sincere. It...” he paused, “...comforted me”

“Lucifer...” you said, your tone laced with softness. For you could not believe what you just heard, “Of course I respect you” you continued, “ You’re my dearest friend” you said, pinching his stubble cheek.

“I just never thought you’d have feelings further than that...” you said with a smile, to which he chuckled deeply.

“Oh believe me...” he began, “...it was quite the difficult task to wipe your image out of my head, regardless of all the women” he said, “I mean...with them It was always enjoyable to be fair...”

You scoffed whilst nodding.

“ I bet it was…” you continued, “...some of those women are just breathtaking…”

“Yes...” he added, “...but…I’d always have a moment, wondering how it would have been if was you instead. You in my arms, all to myself” his voice suddenly hinted lust.

“Good...” you replied, “I’m glad I have that effect” you said, running your own fingers over his lips.

“It was strange indeed...” Lucifer remarked, his tone quickly changing to curiosity, “We had endless nights of spending time together, yet not once did I see you look at me with the carnal fascination and desire you showed last night”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well what can I say...” you shrugged with a proud smile , “I’m very good at friend-zoning people. Until last night, that is “ you said, biting your lower lip.

“Oh Y/N…last night, for a minute it felt like it was a dream...” he said, “ ...like it was an illusion or something temporary that I couldn’t get my grasp on-“

“But I’m here. I’m still here” you assured him, “It happened for real. This is real” you held his face adoringly, taking a deep breath for you needed some courage as you continued:

“I’m in love with you Lucifer”

“Don’t...”

He said, quickly holding your hands. You were confused, especially when he kissed them with desperation.

“I don’t want you to regret those words...” he said with a solemn expression. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would I regret them?” You scoffed with surprise, “Last night…i regretted nothing”

“There’s...” he hesitated, “...something you need to know…about who I am”

“Whats there to know?...you’re ‘Lucifer’ Morningstar...of course I know” you suddenly began talking in high speed, as if he were to disappear any moment, “What? Did you do something? Are you a criminal ? Cause guess what? I don’t care...I love you anyways” you stopped, realizing how desperate you were yourself.

Lucifer smiled with a hint of sadness.

“ No, I’m not a criminal...I’m far worse. I’m the devil”

“Of course I know that” you said, “You’ve told me many times”

“No...but I really am”

“What do you mean? I-“

Your eyes widened as that red glint in his eyes from earlier, reappeared once again. And suddenly the red was not only in his eyes anymore. Yet your hold on him did not loosen.

Speak of the devil.

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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.

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“All Yours.”

requests: “Hii! Can request an ellie x reader imagine? I do not really care, I am giving you free hand because I am so thirsty for this girl :D thank you very much (maybe get kittens involved) [rq by @crazypurplesnowman]” + “10 FROM THE BUFFY PROMPTS COULD B PRETTY SICK LOOVE UR WRITING KEEP IT UP BABE”

[ 10: “I want to take comfort in you, and I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care.” ]

notes: I wanted to try something new, so… Yandere!Ellie. Yeah, I’m writing that trope in 2019. This will probably be a flawed version of the trope, because I still want to be at least a little true to the character, and this will mostly be from Ellie’s perspective. Still 2nd person, but will be centered around her thoughts and feelings towards the reader, as opposed to the reader’s perception. DISCLAIMER: I am not encouraging fraud. This is literally the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever written and I LOVE IT. Like… Kittens, an iconic line from BTVS, Chuck E. Cheese, Yandere!Ellie…. Whew.

mini playlist for this fic:

superstar - marina

possession - sarah mclachlan

undisclosed desires - muse

happy place - terror jr

make you mine - public

tear you apart - she wants revenge

warnings: this is a yandere story, so just overall trigger warning. Ellie’s gonna be a little creepy and definitely a little OOC. Also, animal abuse mention & animal death. Also, graphically-detailed birth of kittens. (Here’s the video I watched for research, yes, it’s of a cat giving birth. The things I do for my thirsty ellie thots.)

There was just something about you.

Maybe it was your eyes, those perfect E/C eyes. The way you’d glance at her and smile, unsure of why she’s staring.

Or those lips. Every word you spoke was a song tumbling from between them, even if she didn’t like the fact that it was being sung to someone else.

Maybe it was your mutation. You both were mutants, you already had something in common, not to mention that you follow her Twitter and make her heart burst every time you retweet something from her. Same political opinions, same sense of humor, similar taste in music…

You rush in, a bundle in your arms. You’d gone for a walk and Ellie didn’t trust herself to be stealthy enough to follow you, not outside of the house. So, she’d sat on the loveseat by the door on her lonesome, waiting for you to return. You were all she could think of. She slinks over to where you’ve run, the infirmary.

She watches from the doorway, slowly entering as you open the bundle on one of the small beds used for long-term patients. It’s a large, fluffy black cat, some of its fur matted.

A stray? I love her… Ellie thinks. And it’s even black!

“She’s pregnant,” you tell the nurse, Annie. “I can feel it, the little lives. I’d say she’s going to go into labor very soon. I did some googling, and she’s already started the rhythmic purring.”

“So, you brought her here?” Annie asks, a brow arched. Don’t look at her like that. Just because they’re animals doesn’t mean they don’t deserve care. Ellie grinds her teeth, watching the situation. But, with you in sight, her anger is less intense.

“Well, where else was I supposed to bring her? I can try to heal her, but I can tell she might not make it through labor. I need help making her comfortable. Oh! Ellie, do you need something? I can heal you, if you have a headache or something,” you offer, distracted from your own cause by her. Me, Ellie thinks, lovesick.

“A bit of a headache,” Ellie lies. “But it can wait, if you want me to find some old towels or something.”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you!” You beam, and she almost gasps in wonder, swiftly leaving to get the towels so you can’t see her blushing. She brings them into the infirmary, and helps you to organize them, hands brushing.

Ellie twitches away in surprise, cursing herself for her natural reaction to touch. While she knows that your touch feels good to everyone that you make skin-to-skin contact with, due to your mutation, which is to heal through touch, she feels that it must feel especially good to her, so she should accept the opportunity to feel your skin whenever she can.

“Thank you so much for the help, Ellie,” you say, eyes glimmering with excitement.

“No problem, Y/N,” she replies. “Anything else I can do?”

“Moral support would be appreciated, but I understand if you’ve got something better to do.”

Nothing’s better than you.

“Not at all,” Ellie responds, and the cat begins to meow. You go to pet her, and she purrs.

The cat starts to get a bit fidgety on the bed, wandering a bit. You and Annie make sure she stays on the bed, stroking her fur as she begins to yowl.

“Looks like we’re getting started,” you say, and Annie & Ellie nod. “Ellie, could you get us some gloves? Two pairs, unless you wanna help.”

Ellie gets three pairs of gloves, and the cat sort of squats on the bed, tail tucked. The yowl increases in volume, and she squeezes out the first kitten, a wet clump of black attached to a placenta nearly the same size. The mother cleans her child with her tongue, detaching the kitten from the placenta and eating it. Ellie notes the droplets of blood on the towels, and you nod.

“That’s normal, but we’ll have to be careful because if there’s too much she might be bleeding internally. It wouldn’t be surprising if she was, that man was kicking her really-” you sniff, clearly trying not to cry, and Ellie wants to slit his throat. “...Really hard.”

As soon as the first kitten starts meowing, another emerges from the mother cat.

“Good girl,” you praise the cat, petting her as she continues to clean her first-born, before moving on to the second. The two kittens, now mostly clean, move on to feeding from their mother, the three purring as she continues to clean them. After a short period of time in which she snuggles the two, and the bleeding starts to get heavy, another is born, and then another. She cleans and cares for them in the same fashion.

Ellie texts her groupchat with Piotr, Wade, Domino, Nathan, and her best friend, Yukio, about the situation, asking if they’d like to meet in the infirmary for an impromptu baby shower. They all excitedly agree, and she warns them that the cat may not be alive when they get there, but that the kittens are in good shape.

She listens silently as you hum to the mother, who you’ve nicknamed “Mama Cat.”

“She’s hemorrhaging,” you say, pointing out the increase in blood loss. “I read that could happen. I- I don’t know how much I can do without touching the wound, and it’s internal.”

“She knows you did your best,” Annie tries to reassure you, and Ellie tries not to glare daggers at the woman. You were Ellie’s to comfort. Ellie strokes your back, watching tears roll silently down your cheeks as you continue to hum to the cat and her litter.

“She’s gone. It’s all… I can’t feel her anymore,” you sob, and Ellie brings you into her arms, not caring about your amniotic fluid-soaked gloves one bit as you cry into her shoulder. But you pull away, and Ellie feels cold, empty. “I’m so sorry, we don’t even know each other that well, I just… I have a deep amount of respect and love for all living things, and this is so-”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Come here, it’s gonna be okay.” Ellie wraps her arms around you again, and you accept her comfort. She tries not to let her excitement show, knowing that this is a solemn moment for you. She’s also sad, but your feelings definitely take priority over her own in this situation. In most situations. At least, that’s how she feels.

“We came as soon as we heard!” Wade and the gang enter with last-minute gifts and some decorations. Their joy dies down as they realize what’s happened. “Oh. That’s so… Oh. The kittens, are they…?”

You lift your head from Ellie’s shoulder so that your voice isn’t muffled, but you don’t exit her embrace, not yet.

“No, no, thank god. Just… Just the mom.” You pull away, attending to the tiny, helpless creatures. You dry the little screamers off a bit before bundling them in the least dirty towel and turning back to face the group. “I see you all brought gifts. Does there happen to be any formula?”

“I’ve got a good amount here, plus the equipment.” Domino fulfills the request. “Lucky guess.”

“Me, too,” Nathan adds. “I figured it wouldn’t be an easy thing to get ahold of. I was wrong, so I also got a PetSmart gift card.”

“Thank you so much, you guys,” you say, and Annie stacks the canisters on the counter. “Jesus Christ, that’s a lot.”

“Oh, right, I got some, too,” Wade says, and Ellie thinks maybe he got a can. Nope. The amount he got doubles the supply.

“Jeez, I guess we don’t have to worry about feeding them,” you comment. “Thanks a ton, you guys.”

“So...What are you going to do with them?” Yukio asks.

“I mean, keep them, I guess. The only official rules on pets here are that you can have them as long as you keep them away from those allergic and don’t let them make a mess or distract you from your studies. I could probably request a month of independent study while they need round the clock care, and as long as my grades don’t seriously falter, that’ll be fine.”

“Do you think you’ll give any of them away, once they’re weaned off milk and litter box-trained?” Yukio continues to investigate.

“Uh, I don’t know… Maybe? Right now, though, I wouldn’t dream of it. Sorry,” you apologize, able to tell that the sweet girl wants to adopt one.

“Have you named them, yet?” Piotr asks.

“I think I’ll wait ‘til their personalities start to show,” you decide, and Ellie nods, wrapping an arm around you.

“You guys are gonna make great cat moms,” Domino comments, and Ellie finds herself blushing a little. Us? Cat moms? Together? It’s a dream come true...

“Maybe you should share room,” Piotr suggests. “So that you can care for kittens together. It can be arranged.”

“That’d be great!” you agree.

“Yeah, sure,” Ellie does her best to hide her enthusiasm, but based on the expressions of everyone in the room but you, it’s clear she has a crush. At least they don’t know it’s a rapidly-growing obsession, rising with every little interaction, even if that interaction is just you looking back at her and smiling.

“I will go file paperwork,” Piotr informs. “Do not hesitate to open gift while I’m gone.”

“Thank you so much, Colossus!” you cheer. Annie hands you each a pair of kittens and a pair of small bottles, allowing you to nurse your new children together.

Wade takes a picture, and Ellie finds that she can’t be annoyed. She was actually happy someone captured this, even if it was Wade.

“Thank you so much for all your help, everyone, especially Ellie and Annie. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Happy to help,” Ellie replies, and you smile at her.

“You’ve been such a help, El. Seriously, I- I couldn’t have done this alone.”

The two of you are feeding the kittens in your shared dorm, studying for an American Literature test at the same time. It’s been a couple weeks since the birth of the kittens, and the two of you became fast friends, now that she actually talked to you regularly.

“No problem, Y/N.” It’s my pleasure.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they? We can start weaning them off the milk in two weeks.”

“Incredibly beautiful,” Ellie replies, but she’s looking at you, not the cats. She can tell you notice this because of the way you blush, ducking your head. But, you don’t say anything, so she doesn’t either.

“So… What do the eyes of Doctor TJ Eckleburg represent?” You ask.

“The eyes of god over the lawless wasteland that America has become due to greed.”

“Nice answer,” you compliment.

“Thank you,” she replies, it’s getting harder and harder to hide her excitement.

“So, hey, I have kind of a weird question…” You start. Ellie’s heart immediately starts racing. Had you discovered her obsession, or any of the strange habits that came with it?

“Um- Uh… Shoot.”

“It’s nothing bad!” You reassure her. “I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe… Maybe go on a date, this Friday? I’m sorry if you wouldn’t want to, you probably just see me as a friend and maybe not even that, so-“

“I’d love to!” Ellie enthusiastically responds, not bothering to disguise the way she felt as a grin splits her face open.

“That’s great! I asked Yukio to kitten-sit if you said yes and she agreed, so I figured maybe we could go do something relaxing, like watching a movie, or… I don’t know, I honestly didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“You- You didn’t?” Maybe I’m too good at hiding my feelings for her. Her face falls, and you rush to explain yourself:

“Well, I know you didn’t really like me all that much before the kitten thing… I thought you were really attractive and seemed really cool, but you’d glare at me a lot and I didn’t know why, so I figured it was best to keep my distance and be nice to you in small ways in the hopes you’d forgive me for whatever I did. What did I do, if you don’t mind telling me?” You ask, cheeks flushed, and Ellie’s heart still hasn’t stopped racing.

“Nothing, nothing at all, I swear!” Ellie attempts to reassure you, even if the concerned expression on your face is adorable. She decides the best route is to be honest, now that she knows you do like her. “I- This is really embarrassing. I wasn’t glaring at all. I was, um, staring at you, because I really, really like you. If I didn’t think it’d freak you out, I’d say I love you. You’re just… Absolutely perfect.”

“No way!” You laugh off her adoration, and she wishes she could kiss you then and there, to prove that she’s serious. “You’re too nice, El.”

“Well, you saying that just proves that I really do like you, a lot. I’m not nice to people, I push them away. But you, I could never hurt you like that, or in any way. And if anyone else ever did, or tried to, I- I-“ Smoke starts curling off of her at the thought, eyes lighting up orange in fury.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” you tell her sweetly, putting your hand at the spot between her neck and shoulder, partially covered by the neckline of her tee shirt...but uncovered enough for the healing energy of your touch to radiate through her.

She happily allows this, taking a deep breath and calming down so much faster than she would’ve on her own. It was meant to be a reassuring hand on the shoulder, but she got so much more from it.

From you.

“Thank you,” she says gratefully. You yawn, removing your hand as you stretch.

“I have another question,” you say. “And please don’t be afraid to say no.”

“Okay,” Ellie replies, curious.

“Well, I was thinking… The cats always sleep on my whole torso area at night… So, to give them extra nourishment, I was thinking about sleeping without a shirt on? So I’ll have skin-to-skin contact with them. If you’re not comfortable with that, it’s totally fine, they’re doing really great health-wise, I just wanted to give them a boost. You know how worried I get, especially about Witchy.”

Twitchy-Witchy (nicknamed “Witchy”) is the runt of the litter and is, well, twitchy! She’s less social than the others, and will hide when anyone other than you or Ellie approaches.

“Yeah, sure. I mean, you could sleep without a shirt on if you just didn’t wanna wear a shirt,” Ellie tells you, returning to being glad about her ability to hide her feelings from you. Her anticipation is returning, and she’d hate for you to think of her as some sort of creep!

“Oh! Sorry, I just didn’t wanna cross any lines or make things weird. But I probably made it weird by asking, didn’t I?”

“No, it was thoughtful of you. You’re so thoughtful…” Ellie says, a mysterious glint in her eye as she looks you over, hoping it’s not obvious she’s imagining what tonight’s gonna be like. She probably won’t even be able to sleep, not that she gets very much sleep anyway with all those thoughts of you bouncing around her head.

You blush at her comment. Ellie wonders how much you’d heat up if you knew about her thoughts, and it’s tempting to tell you… But she knows it’d be too soon. She has to be careful, methodical. She wouldn’t want to scare you, her perfect, delicate flower, away.

“What do you wanna do for the date, anyway? I was thinking a movie, but we wouldn’t get to talk very much if we did that. But I want it to be relaxing, since we’re away from the kids- kittens, for the afternoon and evening.”

“Maybe we could go to Chuck E. Cheese and inspect the pizzas to see if they’re really made of leftovers,” she suggests, snickering a bit. “My family took me and my brothers once, and they have this co-op Terminator game that’s really fun, even if you haven’t seen the movies.”

“That sounds great!” You agree. “I love it.”

And I love you, Ellie thinks.

That Friday, the two of you have an amazing time at Chuck E. Cheese, giggling and bonding over jokes and games, somehow enjoying pizza the same texture as cardboard.

“Kiss my hand for luck, please?” You ask Ellie, watching the light spin in the game you’re playing, Cyclone.

She blushes deeply, but tenderly takes your hand in her own and gently kisses the top. You watch the light dance between the bulbs before pressing the button.

“Holy shit, jackpot! Oh my god, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” You declare, tickets spewing from the machine.

“Really?” Ellie asks.

“Well...Yeah. You’re just so fun to be around, I feel so safe and happy with you. Sorry if that’s dumb, I just really like you.”

“No, it’s not dumb at all. I feel the same way about you,” she admits. She liked how you made her feel, too. The only time you ever made her feel bad was when she thought she’d never be with you, and that was really her making herself feel bad by being insecure. She tears the tickets from the machine once they’re done spewing, folding them up and keeping them with the others you’d earned together. “Being around you just makes me feel... Better. No matter what.”

“That’s so sweet!” you cheer, giving her a peck on the cheek and taking her hand. You take her to the next game, Skee-ball. “I suck at this, but it’s still fun.”

“I’ve been told I’m pretty good, do you want me to help you?” Ellie bluffs. She was average at best, but the easy excuse to be in close quarters with you was too tempting.

“Sure,” you reply, and something in your smile and the way you blush tells her you’re at least partially aware of her scheme...And that you like it. You put the required tokens into the slot.

Standing behind you with her chin on your shoulder, she takes your wrist into her hand. “Let go in 3…” She says quietly into your ear, relishing in your poorly-disguised shivering before she gently sways your arm forward. “2…” Then, back. Then, forward. “1.” You let go, and miraculously, it rolls up the ramp swiftly before bouncing into the 10,000 hole in the top corner.

“I guess at this point there’s no denying it. You’re my lucky charm, El,” you decide, turning to your date, who smiles at this, pleased.

The two of you continue to play various games before eventually running out of both tokens and energy.

“Okay, Y/N, cover me. I’m gonna do a trick my dad taught me,” she mutters as the two of you walk to the ticket counter. You stand between her and the woman at the prize counter, subtly looking around for personnel while she holds the ticket in place, letting the machine read it over and over again until it gets to about five hundred. She lets the tickets go in, and does this with the next strand, and the next, and the next.

At the end of it, you two have five thousand, five hundred and fifty tickets, at least, according to the receipt.You both approach the counter, and the attendant looks at your receipt.

“Uh-huh…” she eyes you both, but shrugs, deciding either that you two looked skilled enough to have this amount of tickets, or that it wasn’t worth pursuing. “Pick out your prizes.”

“Ooh, Ellie, wouldn’t that mini gumball machine be so cute to keep the kittens’ toys in? Plus, gum. It’s three-thousand tickets, so I understand if-”

“No, I like that idea,” Ellie cuts you off, before putting an arm around your waist to bring you closer, not liking the way the attendant was looking at you: giving you her full attention, not even bothering to hide it. “We’ll have the gumball machine, please.”

“Alright… You’ve got two thousand, five hundred and fifty tickets left.”

“Maybe the giant slinky? We could give it to Yukio for pet-sitting, she likes colorful stuff and novelty stuff,” Ellie suggests.

“Ooh, yeah! And then we could use the rest of the tickets to get little things the cats can play with? Like the rubber bracelets, those should be fine as long as we keep an eye on them.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Ellie agrees.

“Oh, but what about you? You deserve something,” you insist.

“Y/N… I think I’m good,” Ellie chuckles, and you remember that most of these prizes are, in fact, for young children.

“Right…” You nod. “Alright, we’ll have the giant rainbow slinky and as many of those small rubber bracelets and plastic frogs as we can get, if that’s alright,” you politely ask the woman behind the counter. She nods, uses her calculator, writes down your desires, retrieves all the requested items, and gives them to you and Ellie in a plastic bag. “Thank you so much, ma’am. Have a nice evening.”

“You two...too,” she replies with a laugh, and you laugh back. Jealousy courses through Ellie’s veins.

“Here, let me get the bag,” Ellie offers. She takes it and holds out her other arm for you to intertwine yours with. You do, leaving the arcade together. You rest your head on her shoulder the taxi ride home. She pets your hair, soothing you to sleep on the half-hour drive back.

It’s another week later when Ellie returns to her dorm from Poetry Club in a panic. She’d accidentally grabbed your math notebook, which could only mean you had her poetry journal.

She throws open the door, and finds her worst fear: You’re reading it.

“Y/N, I- I can explain,” she says, but she really can’t. Who can?

“These poems are really beautiful, Ellie. I can’t believe they’re about- About me.”

That’s not the reaction I was expecting. Maybe the one I was hoping for, but…

“Definitely not the reaction I was expecting,” Ellie breathes. You rise up from the bed, closing the notebook and approaching her. You give it to her, afterwards pressing your lips to hers in a gentle, but passionate kiss. She drops the notebook, holding your waist tightly. Eventually, you part, foreheads pressed together.

“Ellie, I- I read them all, and… I- I want to take comfort in you, like what you said. And I know that there’s a darkness in you, and that embracing it will probably cost me my soul… But a part of me just doesn’t care.”

“Perfect,” Ellie responds, taking your face in her hands. She presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re all mine.”

You nod, looking into those beautiful eyes of hers.

“All yours.”

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Merry Christmas, @mynuet!

Dear Mynuet, my dear giftee from the Sterek Secret Santa event, I wish you a merry Chistmas and hope you have a wonderful time this year. The story starts a little bit sad but I hope the end makes up for it. I personally like the idea of fixing some things for Christmas, and dude, those two deserve fixes. :)

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In the Warmth of a Wolf

Stiles was alone for Christmas.

His dad was working, his mom was… well no thoughts there. And everyone else was one or the other way wrapped up in their own little or bigger versions of a Christmas Party. Would be, whatever. No one was out on Christmas Eve and his dad had to work both days this year.

It was ridiculous to feel lonely because after his mom had left, they’d never had a big Christmas again. It wasn’t much of a loss. Just lazy snacking beside a small, pitiful mini tree and watching TV. Sometimes his dad would try to make things special and cook - what ended quickly in a late night pizza delivery. On others Stiles would make sure to cook himself early so none of that happened and his dad actually got something healthy into his system.

Clearly it wasn’t a big deal and logically there was nothing to be missed, no loss. Just that it was everything Stiles has ever had for years and while he was used to being half way orphaned it had meant something to him that he wasn’t one of those people to be entirely alone on these days. That they still were some kind of family and could celebrate on one day at least. Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, whatever his dad’s schedule would work with.

“You can come over to the Station. We’ll have a little Christmas dinner there. It’s not quite what we have at home but… It’s still a Christmas dinner”, his dad had said. And Stiles approved. Of course he did. What else would he do?

But he still felt alone when Christmas Eve arrived.

The house’s lights all turned off Stiles’ master plan was to ignore Christmas. His TV was casting its usual cold light into the room, all kinds of sweets spread out on his bed, except for the christmassy ones. A Star Wars marathon it was, he’d decided, so he wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t stumble over Christmas advertisement or anything else. He could completely ignore the fact what night of the year it was. Then he’d go to bed and one day was done.

To his plan, however, didn’t belong an opening window, a rush of icy air and a guy that looked alarmingly like a serial killer, who brought in all the damn Christmas stuff Stiles had planned to avoid.

“Derek?”, he asked with irritatedly knitted eyebrows. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I am climbing in through your window, Stiles”, the wolf stated matter of factly and caused the boy to roll his eyes.

“I can see that, Derek, but WHY are you climbing in through my window? And what the hell are you doing with all this stuff?”

He was gesturing towards the box in Derek’s hand that seemed to hold all the damn things he’d tried to keep out of the house for tonight. The strange part was that the wolf didn’t answer. Well, that alone wasn’t strange but Derek seemed to search for the right words, what wasn’t something he did often. In fact he looked as if he had no idea what the answer actually was.

Suddenly Stiles had an image of the loft in his head, giant and empty and cold, with the big hole in its wall and Christmas music all around, that might be impossible to hear for him but to Derek impossible not to hear.

Maybe he’s lonely , Stiles thought. What had Derek done all the other years before? Hunted down some enemy for revenge, probably. Sharpened his claws, maybe threatened someone to death. Or many people that was. Yeah he could even think about him killing someone in the holy night if that someone fitted the required profile of ‘involved to Hale fire’.

But Derek had calmed down now. He had evolved and for some reason still returned to this place. Currently there was no actual threat, what left nothing to do. Nothing at all. And Stiles kind of took pity on him.

“God I hope there’s something to eat in there. Some real food I mean, I am starving!”, he exclaimed and cut the silence off before it got too long. With a few steps he was at the box, taking it from Derek and starting to sort through the things in it.

Yep, definitely what he didn’t want to see. There were Christmas sweets, lots of Christmas sweets, - what surprisingly meant his favorite kinds - and even a little package. Derek had brought some decoration, too. It was very weird looking, old tree decorations that somehow reminded Stiles of wolves. In between was actually a food bag, curly fries included. What meant another of his favorites.

Stiles turned around. “Dude, you have plans, haven’t you?”, he asked with raised brows, wondering about the efforts the older one had put into bringing all his favorite stuff. Derek on the other hand still made a strange face… God Stiles missed the scowl that was so easy to go against. A lot easier than this uncertain, almost lost gaze.

“Um… not that I have anything against plans. Just… surprised, that’s all.” And that wasn’t even a lie. He was surprised.

“You know what? Maybe we should go downstairs to eat and stuff. And uh… yeah. Whatever else”, he said because he had no idea what they were supposed to do. And with that Stiles took the box and left the room.

So much for ignoring Christmas.

Derek followed silently like the creeper he was and looked around the house as if he’d seen it for the first time. What he did, Stiles realised. After all he’d always entered through his bedroom window and never left the room except through the very same window.

It was an awkward silence for a while. Stiles working, preparing the table just to find Derek lurking around right behind him. “Dude, sit down, you make me nervous”, he’d demanded but instead there was a pair of raised eyebrows and gone dishes that Derek decidedly put onto the table himself.

It was weird, really weird okay? There was Derek Hale in his living room, who’d sneaked in through his window with a Christmas box and was now setting up the dining table. ‘I’ll rip out your throat with my teeth’ Derek Hale, just to be clear. Stiles knew he��d changed but, really? That was a little bit much to take in. He’d grown used to beastly and murderous during the last months. Domestic, or half domestic regarding how Derek chose to enter, was not quite fitting into the picture!

They went back to silent preparations until Derek asked: “You don’t do music for Christmas?”, just to cause another surprised look on Stiles’ face and a few stammers that desperately tried to not make strange comments on Derek’s unusual behaviour. Because Derek actually was strange today what Stiles put into the category ‘emotionally fucked up, don’t push further’. Not even Derek Hale. Not there. Stiles wasn’t going after the death of relatives.

So he turned on the radio and the pitiful mini Christmas tree. He took out the good Christmas dishes instead of the other ones and exchanged them - once again not without Derek’s creepy interference to help.

He ended up with all the things he’d tried to avoid, silently eating his curly fries opposite Derek Hale. And the weirdest thing of all was that it wasn’t that bad at all. It was a slightly heavy and also a little bit awkward atmosphere but other than that quite comfortable and strangely peaceful.

Derek had been staring on his box for a while now and Stiles wondered what he was thinking about. He couldn’t help the feeling to miss out on something here but didn’t dare to ask either.

“You don’t like the decorations?”, the wolf finally asked and Stiles dumbfoundedly stared back at him. “What? I didn’t say that.”

Derek looked at his face, searching for something. “Don’t you bring decorations for the trees nowadays?”, he asked again and something clicked.

“Oh! Uhm….I don’t know actually. It was always us, you know? Dad and me and occasionally the pizza man.”

The light eyes of the wolf wandered onto their empty curly fry dishes to stare at them silently. “But I loove curly fries!”, Stiles hurried to say. Whatever Derek thought about didn’t seem to be good. And he didn’t want the older one to think the wrong things. “Really. You know what? I think it’s decoration time, isn’t it?”

Stiles quickly got up and hurried to the box with the wolf decorations. They weren’t ugly, not at all. In fact they were quite elegant, mystical and very unique. Stiles would never have thought about something like that for Christmas but it didn’t matter. He had no idea why he was so eager to please Derek today, yet he started to get some of the figurines out.

Doing this was something kinda new. Then again none of this belonged to his usual routine and for a moment Stiles wasn’t sure who he wanted to please. A dangerous thought he quickly shove away.

“So!”, he said, putting the box down beside the little thing. “Let’s wolf this tree!”

Derek stayed silent when Stiles started what only made him talk all the more. “So you used to bring decorations to your Christmas Parties?”, he asked. “How many parties did you attend? Damn, those are many.”

“One”, Derek answered. Confused the boy looked back. “Each year everyone would make one piece and add it to our family’s tree”, he explained.

Something in Stiles belly started to clench as realization hit him and he looked down on the wolves in his hands. Of course. That’s why they were wolves. Those were the remains of Derek’s family’s Christmas decorations. Stiles had no idea how they’d survived the fire but suddenly he felt sick.

“Derek…”, he said cautiously. “You don’t have to bring anything, really. You can keep them.”

Derek looked at him with that blank granit expression of his, shaking his head. He didn’t seem to be up for a discussion but it still felt wrong. Why would Derek give them to Stiles and his dad anyways? He swallowed heavily, settling for another attempt but Derek’s expression stopped him. Maybe he can’t bear them anymore , Stiles thought. Or maybe he wants to relive that tradition at least once . Although bringing all of the pieces certainly overdid his tradition.

A small sigh and Stiles eyed their tree before he cautiously took the biggest, most proud looking wolf out of the box, to hang it in the middle of the tree. It was a place of honour, right beside his mom’s favorite angel, where it was best visible. And regarding the expression Derek made this was exactly the right decision to make. Stiles couldn’t have described the gaze, that crossed Derek’s face before he turned to look away. Woa. That was almost intimate. Quickly he adjusted his gaze onto the decorations, filled with too many feelings, too many questions.

It stayed like this for the rest of the decorating. When the tree was full Stiles went to put the other wolves everywhere else in the room, occasionally getting help by a broad body in his back and the grip of a firm hand around one wolf to put it into the upper regions. No one said a word, not even when they were sitting at the table again. Derek was so silent and serious, it didn't seem to fit into a Christmas party and while it had been okay at first, somehow it started to get uncomfortable now.

“So what did your family do for Christmas?”, he asked the possibly most awful question he could have asked before Stiles could do so much as stop himself. His mouth fell open and the boy stilled for a moment, ready to take the question back and cursing himself already. But Derek just answered calmly before he could say anything: “We danced.”

And with that Stiles was immediately back on track, because: “You danced? Like danced, danced? All the classy stuff?”

Derek’s expression was unreadable. Stiles had no idea what was going on in his head. “Wow. I didn’t know you could actually do that. It’s so domestic.”

Now the wolf’s expression was very easy to read. His brows did the typical rise-talk what felt a lot more comfortable and known to him. “Come on, you still enter my house lurking in through my window. I have the right to be a little bit stunned over here.” The eyebrows rose further. “We actually have a door, you know? It’s right there”, Stiles continued pointing to the floor. He was glad the tension was starting to ease slightly, not willing to drag this on as much as possible. “You’re allowed to use it.”

Now Derek’s expression got almost amused. Wow. He’d managed to amuse the wolf - finally - and of course when he was being entirely serious. What else?

But despite how much closer this was to their usual self it was still odd, sad and so strangely normal all at once. Stiles could see glimpses of the life Derek had once obtained. With all that had been going on it was so easy to forget Derek has had a normal life once and whenever Stiles fantasised about how it might had been there was a strange, indefinable sensation.

“So, uh, you’re kind of the wolf in the noble pelt or something, dancing and all. Shouldn’t you stumble over your big wolf feet or something?”, Stiles asked. Derek’s face looked still amused.

“I take it you don’t dance”, he said.

“No, we don’t. Or..maybe my parents, I don’t know.”

Stiles’ gaze dropped down at the thought. He didn’t have much time to find out. There were memories of his parents together. Laughing, dancing… he shove the thought away.

“Well who would have guessed you could do something so...yeah.”

Stiles saw the smug face, thinking he was going to embarrass himself if he didn’t turn the tables now and he knew there was something to come. That was Derek’s international ‘I am the cool guy’ face and usually that came with a demonstration.

So Derek got up and rounded the table until a hand was held out to Stiles.

“Oh no. No, no. I am certainly not doing this. Dude, I almost broke my bones during Lacrosse, what do you think I am gonna do dancing?”

But of course everything Derek would do was raise his eyebrows and grin that stupid smug grin of his, hand still in the air. “You can actually manage to be afraid of dancing?”, the ass stated before he did a movement that was just the slightest suggestion of a tilted head or a shrug. “Congratulations, Stilinski, I think you’ve managed to break a new record.”

Stiles’ own expression settled into a frown. No, he’d not get himself mocked today, not at all. “Fine. Dancing. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

With those words Stiles got up onto his feet and before he could do anything Derek had firmly taken his hand and pulled him closer, into a position that was way too close to the wolf. The boy stayed silent until he noticed what Derek had done.

“Hey, why am I the girly part here? I am so not girly at all.” Of course Derek, who actually stopped in his actions, looked down at Stiles with another round of questioning brow acrobatics. “So you know the steps?”

Stiles blinked. “What? No. Of course not.” Oh god the smug grin again, because, yes, Stiles had no point to argue anymore.

Derek started moving and the second he did Stiles expected some serious stumbling, feet stepping or worse but to his surprise it wasn’t difficult at all, although he didn’t know how it worked. In Derek’s firm grip and certain directing there was no way Stiles could have gone wrong. Maybe his steps were a bit insecure at first but Derek maneuvered him to wherever he wanted him with seemingly no effort.

It shouldn’t feel so good, Stiles thought. Being so close to the muscular body which had hurt him so often already, should feel weird. What it actually did. A little bit. But somehow it was also very grounding. It felt good to let go, to move, with the music in his ears and simply let the moment pass by. To let himself be manhandled through his living room, knowing he would end up at the right place with no worries of something to happen for once. He hadn’t felt like this in a while and with the feeling rising, Stiles had to shove it away.

“I have a very weird Beauty and the Beast sensation here”, he stated therefore. “Well at least that makes me the Beauty. That’s something I guess.” But all Derek did was snort and Stiles was left to his thoughts again.

He couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering to his mom. It was hard these days anyways but with the rising feeling inside of him, Stiles kept seeing his parents like this, smiling and laughing. He wondered if this was what they had felt like. If this was what his mom had felt like, securely guided through the very same room in the arms of his dad. Stiles lowered his head. It brought him closer to Derek’s chest in the process, but it was okay. It was hiding his face for now, and Derek let him.

They danced for a while like this, song after song. At some point Stiles had relaxed into the motion and everything somehow happened on its own now. The tension from before was gone to leave nothing more than quiet, peaceful calmness. Their movements had gotten less at some point. Derek had redirected Stiles’ hands around his neck and put both of his own comfortably around the boy’s waist to simply swing a little bit around on their feet.

Stiles had no idea how long they were dancing like this until he realized they had stopped - and where exactly they were standing. His eyes widened with a quickly speeding heartbeat and he looked up to Derek, mouth opening and closing without saying a word. Instead Stiles pressed his lips together, trying to keep as normal as possible. Now way he’d get into that embarrassing situation! But it was of no use. He had no idea what had given it away, maybe the damn smell, because Stiles desperately didn’t look up. But the wolf did. And the moment  he did Stiles swallowed heavily, watching how Derek’s eyes wandered back down to him with amusement on his face.

“That’s, uh, an old tradition”, Stiles stumbled into babbling. “My mom always put it up there, so somehow we keep doing that for no reason at all. It’s not like we’d be kissing here, my dad and I - urgh, gross! Well that’s… it doesn’t mean anything. At all. Just…. Tradition and stuff.”

Even Stiles could hear his own heartbeat racing as he stared into Derek’s still amused face.

“Uh, did you know it’s name comes from the old german word ‘mistil’, what actually means poop? It’s because it spreads through bird’s poop, being the most attainable food for them in winter. Who would want to kiss under that, huh?”

But somehow this sidestory didn’t wipe Derek’s expression away either. He was relaxed, too relaxed and Stiles for some reason couldn’t cope with that. He tried to withdraw and suddenly a few things happened all at once: First Stiles saw a slight flicker of alarm in Derek’s eyes before his hand gripped the back of the boy's head the moment before they hit something. And the very same moment Derek touched him Stiles felt something big rise inside his body, causing him to gasp.

And that was it.

Derek’s eyes darted to Stiles’, intently, strangely open and so, so close. Then there were lips on his own, tender lips, slowly sliding along them with a gentleness that surprised Stiles. He’d expected everything, wild fire, fierce roughness, demanding determination but Derek’s kiss was the most gentle thing Stiles had ever experienced. When the wolf slowly withdrew to look at him Stiles felt a little bit dazed. His own lips still stood open in wonder, eyes returning the gaze speechless.

“I…” Stiles swallowed slightly. “I think…” His mind was slow, so slow. Derek didn’t push him, just kept looking at him. “There are two berries at a mistletoe, aren’t there? So aren’t there to be two kisses then?” His heart was still racing behind his quiet words and Stiles once again swallowed. What was he doing?

Derek actually smiled at him amused now. Smiled. A real, beautiful smile. Something the boy had never seen on his face but found himself alarmingly drawn to. Drawn to and hurt and moved by. It was like a push that propelled Stiles forward, so he peered his eyes from the man’s face to look up and count. His heart stumbled. “There are five even. That’s five kisses of a very serious tradition that needs to be followed.”

His last words were muffled by a pair of two lips and a quiet: “Shut up, Stiles”, from his wolf. His wolf. Because right now it felt like Derek kind of was and Stiles liked the thought. He moved one hand into the soft strands of Derek’s hair, surprised at how immediate Derek leaned in closer when he did. Another jump of his heart, fingers sliding deeper into the dark hair because Derek liked it .

They didn’t stop after five kisses. They didn’t stop after five minutes either. They kept kissing and cuddling, exchanging gentle touches here or there hour for hour until they got tired of moving and Derek maneuvered them onto the couch first, then up to his room and into Stiles’ bed.

The whole time he felt a warm feeling, as warm as Derek’s wolf body. More sweet than the candies the older one had brought and which vanished quickly during their thorough inspection. He felt actually kind of at peace, without thinking about his mom, or the monsters or the cold gnawing at the edge of his mind. Just at peace for as long as they would stick together.

And for the first time in eight years Stiles wasn’t sad when he fell asleep on Christmas Eve. He wasn’t sad when he woke up on Christmas Day either.  He wasn’t sad at all.

All the Cold he'd felt when Christmas came, was gone in the warmth of a wolf.

#mynuet #stereksanta17 #*fic17 #*gifts17

[lolana07]

Out of the Fire..

You can see my other post for the rest of the characters here, but I was asked to separate Alicia from the pack so here we go:

LOL her JFC when Nick comes to the door with news of Troy, perfect.

I said it in the comments of the other post, but while I don’t think Alicia felt deeply for Jake, I think she could have, given time and security. In her first scene, she spoke to him about their future, with the caveat that they may not live long enough, but still talking/hoping about a future without zombies. She’s too smart to dream, but she can hope. She already lost her bf, as well as Travis and possibly her mother relationship (Chris? Did she ever ‘find out’?) and a bunch of other people along the way, and is, unfortunately, learning not to get too attached to anyone new. Just wait until she finds out about Jake. At least she left him on goodish terms.

Nick Nick Nick Nickkkk. That scene on the porch felt forced, it was odd. There is little to no common ground between the two siblings, who at this point. She’s become Nick’s therapist, and essentially leans on Jake for her own mental and emotional comfort since Madison and Nick can’t even hold themselves up right. Nick is on a path of chaos, while Alicia is learning the rough road of being a leader and making decisions while understanding the consequences (she fixed her mistake with the well, although all that for nothing???). I don’t think they can really connect based on Madison before, with Alicia saying she’s broken and admitting/realizing she doesn’t want to be the favorite. (Side Rant: When Alicia said this in whatever episode that was, that hurt to watch, because I took it as her character was vocalizing that she doesn’t really matter to her mom, when compared to her brother. After maybe trying to deny it since the hotel? Or maybe realizing at the hotel, but accepting it in that moment? Idk) Ooooo but I just thought, what if Alicia and Nick are going to become the new Jake and Troy? She won’t kill her bother no matter how far he goes, because siblings until Nick does something she never thought he would…oooo I know it won’t go this way but what if??

LOVE LOVE LOOVE Alicia and Ofelia this episode, LOVE!! Like, can’t even! they worked great off each other. I’m so happy they have come to rebuild whatever relationship they had, and then some. They are leading their separate parts of the group right, sharing information, and listening to each other. SHOCKING! Who runs the world? Mmhmmm. Wokring as a whole, arming everyone (One Word Stopp!), and getting those who could help protect..ugh there’s a moment where Alicia, Crazy Dog, Coop and Ofelia are gauging how far the hoard is, and it highlights how well they all did working together and cooperating. Now, if only this holds on until the end….which it won’t because Madison, Strand, Nick and Daniel will all come back and overshadow everything... Plus spoilerrrrr one of them doesn’t seem to be in the best of positions in the preview for next week…

(I’m reaching the episode as I write this and Nick was like, no nick that’s murder, about 10 minutes before he sentences Jake….WTFFFF)

They come up with their plan, which would have been smart if zombies couldn’t smell them (?). The plan was doomed to fail, bc this is a zombie show, but everyone was in their place, armed, and working together to protect the others, like Crazy Dog said. However, about 2 seconds after that Alicia was like, it’s not worth it and called everyone back.

I do wonder if Alicia keeping the trailer key is going to come back at all though and I still don’t get how a trailer tipped, but okay, made for some great sequences. I like how we didn’t see the rush of zombies too, we just saw her face of like, oh sh*ttt. Then Ofelia is like no get back, but then Alicia comes and saves herr ahhh these two!

In Memorium: Coop (gif brought to you by @dailyfeartwdgifs ). Haunting but great moment. The music/sound design was on point, and her face after was perfect. Then the three of them being the last ones in, they did fantastic. I thought at least one of the three would die too, but thank goodness! Although next weeekkkk…

I like what they are doing with Ofelia and Alicia this season (even though I’m still bitter Ofelia was kind of skipped over..) and I hope they continue the upswing for these two characters.

@thedoctor-smith

#alicia clark #fear the walking dead #ftwd

[b0ne-marrow]

Valorverse - Bluestone

So, I kinda rambled about this bab a bit here and decided to finally slap some colors on her since I had an idea of what they'd be, lol. I actually had her lineart done before I had the lineart done for Valoverse version of Luna: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-medic/art/Valorverse-Princess-Luna-789320265 But never got around to coloring it. iwanted to come up with Luna's colros first and just.. couldn't get the image in my head right. I ended up doing something different to that anyways, and I love how it came out, lol. (She was originally going to be more like a sphinx, cuz I for a brief moment forgot what Scorpan actually was, loved seabreezyy's Scopan headcanon, and love Love LOOVE dunefilly's Twipan nextgen, which is a sphynx. But I decided against that, espeically with the Valorverse headcanon that Luna is mixed with a different species as well. So, she's just kinda an unnamed species right now that kinda does look sphynx like. I wish I incorperated more of Scorpan's genes in her but I just wasn't sure what to do. Color wise Luna and Scorpan are almost polar opposites lol. Bluestone, named after the sparkly glass rock Blue Goldstone, is Luna and Scorpan's beloved daughter, and is probably the oldest of my current nextgens in the Valorverse. For info about how Luna and Scorpan met, you can read here: As for right now, she doesn't really have much of a personality. Nothing that really sets her off. She's eerily not personable in any way, and can come off the wrong way to a lot of people. Due to the fact that she looks like a monster, a lot of people take it as hostility. In the past, she was a bit more bubbly and was a lot more kind, (though had to be strict around "her subjects", as luna taught her to be.) but after the war she just kinda doesn't know how to act anymore. She doesnt' want to act nice to ponies or creatures that might hate her but she doesn't want to be an ass to a nice person either, so she's just kinda neutral all the time and won't open up about anything. She has a bit of bitterness towards ponies but Luna does her best to help with that. I might change this in the future though, I don't really know if that's what I wanna go with her personality wise yet or not. I don't think I have anything else to say about her A special thanks and shout out to these lovely people for supporting me on Patreon: -TBA If you like what I do on here, please consider supporting me on Patreon as well as the other websites I'm on, as well as commissioning me or donating! Every little bit you can do to help directly supports me. Patreon Perks include: - Early Access to all my works. -Access to WIPS and a special shout out on every post I make. - Being tagged whenever I post a new adoptable/auction! - Drawings of your choice linked to how much you contribute! - Getting up to a 70 percent discount on your next commission from me! - Early notifications to when my commissions are opening and the ability to reserve a slot! The websites I'm most active on are Deviantart and Tumblr, so please message me there if you have any inquiries!! Commission Information:https://www.deviantart.com/musical-medic/art/Commission-Information-OPEN-797509905 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Musicalmedic DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-medic Furaffinity: https://furaffinity.net/user/musicalmedic/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Musical_mediic Tumblr: https://Musical-mediic.tumblr.com

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[babyshawwn]

Shawn and y/n meet on a airplane and fall in loove ....

Omg wouldn’t that be the cutest thing ever? Like sitting next to him on a plane and him noticing how tense your entire body was, because you honest hate flying.

“You doing okay there?” he would ask you, even though he didn’t know you at all. Those big, dark eyes just gazing at you, while sending you a calming smile.

“Yeah, just not so fond of flying” you’d laugh back nervously, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Shawn would watch how you barely breathed and how your eyes were flickering nervously around the airplane, how every unfamiliar noise made you feel uncomfortable, how your nails dug into the seat as if you were holding on to your life.  Shawn would hurry to find his headphones and plug them in his phone before handing you one of headphones. 

“Here, music usually distracts you. It may help a little” he’d smile, shrugging at you. Then he’d put the left headphone in your ear and the other one in his. 

“Wait, John Mayer?” 

“Kinda my quilty pleasure” he’d laugh as his cheeks would start to heat a little. 

“Try closing your eyes, just focus in the music instead”

“I’ll try, thanks”

“And uhm…. don’t forget to breathe” he would joke with you, actually managing to make you laugh a little. 

When the plane was about to take off, your nails would dig into your palms leaving marks on them, because you felt like this was the worst part of the whole flight, but suddenly, Shawn’s hand would slip across your seat and reach out for your hand. He’d hold your hand so tight, stroking you softly with his thumb.

“It’s over soon, I promise”

“You’re really being way too nice” you’d say, feeling embarrassed as hell.

“Not really, I just know how it feels. I used to have the worst fear of flying”

“You seem pretty calm now?”

“I am, it’s not that bad anymore?”

“How did you make it better?”

“I basically live on an airplane” he’d laugh, shrugging his shoulders at you. You’d gaze up meeting that lovely smile he had, looking at him licking those pinkisk lips.

“I’m Shawn by the way”

“y/n”

And then you guys would just start talking. Literally about nothing, but it would just flow. Like Shawn would be trying to distract you with random facts about Canada or tell you pretty bad jokes he’d heard from Brian. He would ask you about school or work, how your hobbies were. Anything to get your mind of the fact that you were still trying and it would help. It wouldn’t take long before you had ease up and actually calmed down. And for those 15 hours you were flying, Shawn never let go of your hand, not even once. 

#shawn talk #mini blurb #relationship

[daninfiresman]

School Love

Overload of fluff coming up >w<

-------------- The alarm woke Jinyoung up. He reached over and slapped at it, not wanting to get up. That changed when he realized he had school in fifteen minutes. He shot out of the bed, throwing the covers off, and ran for his bathroom, before bactracking and grabbing his uniform as well. He hurriedly dressed, brushing his teeth and his hair at the same time. He grabbed toast from the toaster as he ran past it, stuck it in his mouth, and swung his backpack onto his shoulder. As he left, he shouted a 'goodbye!' to his mom. He had never been late before, and apparently, there was new transfer student from America coming today. He sprinted as fast as he could, his backpack hitting his back with each step. He was lucky he lived only a few minutes away, but it seemed like hours before he reached the front gates. He didn't even stop, he just sprinted inside. He got a few odd looks, but he just ignored them. He was running so fast, he didn't even notice the skateboard until he tripped over it. He sat on the ground, blinking, confused. "Oh, I'm sorry. That was my fault. Do you need help up?" a voice said, in heavily accented and stuttering Korean. A hand entered his field of vison, and looked Jinyoung looked up quickly. As he beheld the face that belong to the hand (and skateboard he assumed), he  nearly forgot how to breath. Bright red hair framed a pale white face, with brown, sparkling eyes and a bright red mouth jutting out in almost a pout but not quite. Jinyoung shook himself out of his stupor. He took his hand, noting how warm and smooth the hand was. When he was up, he dusted himself off, then looked up toward the angel infront of him. He bowed to him, saying "Thank you. I'm sorry for not paying attention." The other shook his head. "Don't worry. It's no big deal." Jinyoung nodded. He looked at his watch, seeing he had a few minutes until school started. "So, what's your name?" He asked the redhead. "Mark. I'm from America, the transfer student." "Oh!" A lightbulb lit up in Jinyoung's  head. "You're the one who everyone's been talking about." Mark nodded. Jinyoung realized that he probably didn't know much Korean, as he was new. "Is this better?" He asked, switching to English. Mark's eyes widened."You speak English?!" he asked, switching back as well. "Yep, I also know some Japanese and Chinese," he confirmed. Mark looked amazed. "Wow, you're smart." Jinyoung blushed. "What's your schedule? If we have some of the same classes, I can translate for you." Mark fished around in his pocket and withdrew a crumpled sheet of paper. "Here you go." He said, handing it to him. Jinyoung's face flamed when their fingers brushed. To distract himself, he looked at the paper. "Wow, we have almost the same schedule," he said. "The only different thing we have is Science,  but I have a friend who has it then. He can take care of you then." Mark nodded. "Ok... who is this friend of yours?" "Oh, his name is Jackson. He's also a foreigner, like you, but he's from Hong Kong, which is why I know Chinese." Mark chuckled. "So I''m guessing you know Japenese because there was someone from Japan who transferred here?" Jinyoung laughed, "No, I just know it because I wanted to learn it. Why don't we head to class? We don't want you to be late on your first day." "Ok, that's sounds like a good plan." Mark agreed. Jin young laughed. "Follow me." ------------------------------------------------------- As they walked up to their homeroom, Jinyoung promised to introduce Mark to his friends so Jinyoung wasn't the only person on campus he knew. When they areived at the door to their homeroom, Mark went to open the door, but paused. Jinyoung smiled at him and motioned for him to go on. "I know it's scary, but they're all really nice people and really welcoming." Mark sent him a tentative smile, and pushed the door open. They walked up to the third row, right behind some other guy with silver hair. He looked up as they walked closer, eyes darting between the duo, then winked at Jinyoung, putting his head back down to continue reading his book. Mark heard Jinyoung's audible sigh, and gave the younger a questioning look. He just shook his head and went to sit down. Mark followed, not sure what else to do. As they waited for their homeroom teacher to arrive, Jinyoung told Mark about the teachers and what to expect. Eventually, their teacher,  Mr. Jae, arrived. He called Mark up to introduce himself, which Mark did so with flushed cheeks. As Mr. Jae was also their History teacher, he was their first class, which lasted an hour. Halfway through the lesson, Mark felt a warm hand settle on his thigh. He looked up at Jinyoung, who only smiled at him and continued to take notes. He wasn't able to concentrate well after that, finding his eyes drifting back to Jinyoung. At the end of the lesson, he sighed as he realized he only had a paragraph of notes, whereas others had 2 pages or so. When they walked to their next class, all he could feel was Jinyoung's handprint on his leg. As they took their seats, the same sliver-haired guy from before walked into the class to give their teacher some papers. He noticed Jinyouung waving to him, and felt a spark of...jealousy ignite. He leaned over to Jinyoung and whispered, "Who's that?" "Oh, Jaebum?" Jinyoung answered, "He's one of my friends. I'll introduce you properly to him at lunch. He and his boyfriend, Choi Youngjae, run the music club here." Mark did a double take. "Boyfriend?' "Yep~ surprisingly, at our school, we have almost the same about of gay/lesbian couples here as straight couples." Jinyoung answered. Mark nodded as he sat back. The flare of jealousy he had felt earlier was gone. The rest of the morning proceeded normally, until lunch time. Mark couldn't help but feel nervous as he approached the table Jinyoung was leading him to. There were five other people there, and Mark could see JB feeding another man, who was actually kind of adorable, but he couldn't help but think Jinyoung was cuter. 'Woah, Mark Tuan, hold up. You have even known him for a day and you're already attracted to him?!' he screamed at himself, but he knew it was true. He heard Jinyoung introducing him to the others, and he bowed to them. Not sure what to do, he heard Jinyoung switchback to English, telling him to sit down next to the guy in the snapback, who had a (really skinny) guy on his lap, who he was feeding also. He looked up as Mark sat next to him. "Oh hi~!" He sang, "Are you the one from America ? I'm Jackson Wang, and this is my boyfriend, Kunpimook Bhuwakul." Mark looked at him. That-long-name swatted Jackson on the shoulder. "Don't listen to him. Everyone here calls me Bambam, as most can't really pronounce my name."   Mark just nodded, overwhelmed. He noted they both spoke English with apparent ease. Jinyoung touched his shoulder. "Jackson's the one who'll help you in Science. He can be kind of extra sometimes, but that's normal. You'll get used to it." As they proceeded through the lunch period, Mark strove to remember all their names and faces. He had Science next, the lesson he would be with Jackson. He waved goodbye to Jinyoung as they walked off, sighing to himself. Jackson nudged his shoulder. "Man, you are whipped, aren't you?" Mark looked at him, eyebrows shooting up. Jackson shrugged. "It's obvious to anyone who looks close enough." Mark sighed again. "It's not like I have a chance with him anyways." Jackson's head whipped around so fast Mark was worried that he would get whiplash. "Why would you think that?!" Jackson exclaimed. "Honestly, I think he's got the hots for you. Not that he'd ever admit it." He added in an undertone. Mark snorted. "Sure." "Seriously, he's never treated anyone the way he's treating you. He's usually very savage and teases us to no end, while treating us like he's our mom and we're his child. He even scolds us!" Jackson complained. Mark looked at him disbelievingly. That didn't sound like the Jinyoung he knew. "You'll see." Jackson assured him as they reached the door to the science lab. ----------------------------- The rest of the day passed without comment. So did the rest of the month. Mark began to get used to the school and the people, and Jinyoung taught him Korean after school. Nothing else really happened, except Mark and Jinyoung kept on falling deeper and deeper into love for each other. Jinyoung's friends, and Mark's at that point, began to get fed up with how oblivious they were. So they came up with a plan. ---------------------------- "Markie!!!!!!!" A familiar voice came from behind Mark, and he sighed, knowing aready who it was. "What do you want, Jackson," he whined as he turned around, "I wanna go back to the dorms and sleep." Jackson chuckled. "You know how you're madly in love with our Jirongie?" Marl narrowed his eyes at him. "Yeah?" Jackson let out a shout of triumph. Sticking a hand inside his pocket, he removed a tape recorder. "Jinyoungie will loove this." Mark eyes widened. "Jackson-ah, you little-" His sentence was cut of as Jackson skipped off, yelling, "Don't worry, I'll make sure this gets to Jinyoung~!" Mark sighed in defeat, buryingbhus face in his hands. He might as well wait for Jinyoung. He'd have to face him eventually, and, he thought as he looked around, this would be the perfect place to do it. It was right where he had first met Jinyoung. He sat on the nearest bench, burying his face into the palms of his hands and waiting with mixed feelings for Jinyoung to arrive. The stars began to come out, painting the school with their brilliance, and on a normal night, Mark would have enjoyed the sight. But today he was chocked with dread.  After what seemed both a long and a short time, he heard the patter of footsteps echoing of the bulidings. Jinyoung. "Mark-hyung!" Jinyoung exclaimed. Mark stood up. "Jinyoung-sshi...." Jinyoung's eyes filled with hurt. "Ah, not sshi please." Mark shook his head. "I don't see the point. After this, why would you want to even be near me, much less friends with me?" Jinyoung's mouth gaped open. "Anni!!!! Mark-hyung,  please don't think that. "But why? What kind if friend goes and falls in love with his best friend. And why would the said best friend want to stay friends with the other?" Jinyoung smiled. "But what if said best friend was also in love with the other?" Mark said without missing a beat, "See?! Th- wait, what?" Jinyoung laughed, a hearty sound that lifted Mark's mood somewhat. "You don't get it, do you?" Mark stared at him. "If you're here just to make fun of me, I'm leaving." He turned around, starting to walk away, but Jinyoung darted forward, grasped his hands, and spun him around. He stepped forward so he was right in front of Mark, cupping his cheeks and staring into his brown eyes. "Seriously, I'm in love with you as well. " As Mark's mouth dropped open, Jinyoung moved his mouth forward and smashed his lips onto Mark's. They stood like that for a while, until they had to break apart for air. Jinyoung murmured, "Mark Tuan. Will you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?" And without waiting for an answer, he connected their lips once again, and Mark said against his lips, "It would be my honor." And as he wrapped his arms around the younger and they stood there bathed in starlight, with their lips touching, Mark couldn't help thinking, "What did I ever do to deserve this?' ----------- Hi~~

This is actually something I wrote for a secret santa so I apologize if it seems rushed because it was XD

Also, I think I gave you all cavities so sorry about the overwhelming fluff XD

I hope you enjoyed~ ^^

#markjin #kpop #AU #school #fluff #jinmark #side!2jae #side!jackbam