#She's not going to be from the last litter either. I haven't picked who the mom is yet but he does have even more

[bonefall]

My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

#I have a perspective on half siblings colored by a dynamic in my family #The generation above me has two siblings who had an awful biodad and an amazing stepdad (who did officially adopt them) #And there was nothing ''natural'' or good about how one of them was obsessed with their biodad. #It was influenced by his surroundings and did nothing but drag an incredibly toxic man back into his sister's life #Over and over #But anyway the son used to tell me ''theres no half in siblings'' #The daughter adored her halfbrother through the mother who raised them-- but was adamant that her biodad's newer kids were nothing to her #I guess I agree with the son. But not in the way he believes it #There's no half in siblings because you either Are. Or you are Not. #You have a shared experience with having that person as a parent or you don't. And that's what's unchanging. #It's not the blood; it's the sweat and tears. But anyhoo #Personal details of my life aside #Tiger Sky and Pale Sky are Clear's Dead Angel Fetus Children in-canon. I think that was Weird. #So instead I made them. Not. Dead angel fetus children.... #They're characters now lmaoo #Better bones au #I think Tiger Sky (i call her Tigs in my head a lot) is one of my favorite kit saves ever though #She's not going to be from the last litter either. I haven't picked who the mom is yet but he does have even more #At least one of those is going to make a grab at power but um. Sparrow Heart will not react Well. #BASICALLY lads I'm cooking. My revamps of the DOTC characters basically write themselves because I am very fond of them. #Clear's youngest: ''OH I JUST CANT WAIT TO BE KI-" #Sparrowstar: ''-lled.''

[shawol-poser]

Replay, Track 1 (The 'KEY' x reader insert Anthology)

Disclaimer:I own nothing but my writing. I write with the idol's on screen persona in mind, which should be considered separate from the idol's real persona. This is by no means canon (obviously), should not be treated as such, and should not be seen as a representation of any of the people featured in this work. Also, if you notice that the timeline doesn't fit in real life/ isn't accurate, it's for convenience :DD Remember! This isn't real!

Pairing: Kim Kibum x Fem! Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader

Summary: A collection of, "Kim Kibum x Makeup Artist! Ex-classmate! reader" one shots as told through various times the reader is mentioned in different variety shows that "SHINee's KEY" has been featured in!!

“I thought I told you that drinking so much makes your face get puffy?” 

“Shut up. I really don’t want to hear that right now.” He does recall the many times you’ve told him time and time again that it was annoying to clean up after him, but it was a special night. Kibum wanted to treat himself to a fun night where he could unwind after working hard for a while with his friends. “Hey. I invited you last night and you didn’t show up. It’s your fault that I’m like this now.” 

“Can you imagine if I actually went? Who was going to help you guys clean all of this up?” You motioned with your arm and head to the full table that had a variety of half-eaten, and some untouched, food from the get together. It’s no surprise that SHINee’s Key can’t finish a lot of food in one sitting, but for both him and the Choi brother’s to leave this much out? You wouldn’t have been surprised if he ordered this so last minute that he wouldn’t have remembered doing so.

“We were going to clean up, don’t worry.” Minho’s interjected from the other side of you as he moved to gather at least some of the bottles that littered the wooden table. He smiled as he saw you following him and picking up the other bottles as Kibum grabbed a bigger plastic bag to collect what you picked up.

As Minho approaches though, he peers into the sink and frowns. “When are you going to do the dishes?”

“Huh? Why should I? I have a dishwasher.” That bit of news comes as a surprise to you as you’ve never known him to have a dishwasher.

You’ve alway cleaned his dishes by hand.

“...Huh?”

“That’s why. Your plates were so dirty. No wonder they were so dirty yesterday.” He continues to grab more bottles and put them all in the bag, and his friend’s expression only sours further. Putting his hand on his chest in offense.

“That wasn’t me. Y/n was the last one to do the dishes. She doesn’t know how to use a dishwasher.”

You tilt your head in a negative manner and smile as you respond. “You've gotten so much better at framing people, Kim Kibum. But does that mean that you haven’t washed your dishes in two weeks? I haven’t been here since then! So if you can tell me that you either haven’t been at home for the past two weeks or haven't used your kitchen at all, I’ll admit the dirty plates were my fault.” 

“Just kill me.”

The reply earns scoff of disbelief from both you and Minho as you all continue to clean up. Kibum, contributing at a much slower pace while sitting down in caution.

He couldn't afford to be clumsy while hungover and handling glass. Especially so when two of the most annoying people in his life were arguing with him so early in the day.

“Why did you drink so much?”

“You think I drank all of this myself? We drank together.”

“Why did you order fried chicken?”

“You can’t ask me that, you weren’t here. Just stop it.”

“You ordered this last minute, didn’t you? What’s the point of doing that?”

“Honey, please. I don’t want to hear this.”

“We weren’t even hungry. I ate ramyeon and it was enough–”

“Stop it, this never ends–”

“You’ll complain later and tell me that I don’t do anything for you. You’re going to tell me, ‘You didn’t even show up when I invited you, but you’re going to nag and–”

“Stop it–!” He groaned out, jokingly swinging the plastic bag to hit you. Obviously missing you by a lot, but that didn’t stop your disgust and Minho’s disbelief being directed at him.

“Anyone that sees us like this might think we’re  fighting.” “We piss each other off a lot.” “But we’re really not fighting.” “This is just ‘every day’ life.” “It’s just ‘every day’ life.” “It’s ‘every day’ life.”

As you cleaned up a bit more, wiping away some spills, you saw the curious glint in Kibum’s eye.

“I can try this, right?” He asks himself while grabbing a piece of chicken from the table.

“Yeah. It was good yesterday too.” Minho adds as he joins him, taking a piece for himself. The sight of the two sleepy boys lazily tasting a bit of leftover chicken was sort of funny to you. The both of them taking a very short break as you grab the plates and wash them in the sink.

“Yah, why are you washing them in the sink? I have a dishwasher.” The owner of the house complains for the umpteenth time as he watches you from behind.

“Huh? I washed them like this last time too.”

“What are you doing, making her wash your dishes? This isn’t even her house.” The other says, grabbing the pan to wash. “You have to wash them with your hands. It has to feel clean for it to be clean.”

"She’s not doing the dishes.” Kibum looks at your hands in the sink as he sticks his hand out from beside you. “Just rinse it once, and give it to me. What’s the point in paying for a dishwasher if you’re not using it?” You look unsure, but comply and give him the first place you washed.

“She’s still doing your dishes!”

“That’s not doing the ‘dishes.’ She’s only doing half the work.” He clicks his tongue from his crouched position in front of the dishwasher before shaking his head and looking up at you. “Don’t listen to him, just let me do it.” You continue to do as he says because if he really wants to clean it his way, you’ll let him. They weren’t your dishes after all.

“So you’re just going to put them in there? Ah…That’s really not it.” Cleaning up the rest of the small cups left from the dining area, Minho shakes his head as he travels back and forth the trash can. Continuing to go on and on about how you have to hear, 'a plate squeak and shine before you call it ‘clean.’'

“Before you guys fight for real this time, I bought you the hangover cure you use.” You place the two bottles of the medicine onto the table, and continue to empty the rest of the plastic bag, that was filled with bottles of water, into Kibum’s fridge.

Key's eyes widened in surprise before rushing to the dining area to look at one of the bottles. Sighing in relief when he saw that it was the same one he usually uses, eyebrows skewing upwards and eyes closing in thanks.

“I’m saved. Hallelujah~”

"Don't pretend to look like you're touched when you're not."

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After doing a bit of grocery, Kibum decided to watch the latest episode of, “I Live Alone” that he was on, curious to see what it must have looked like once it finally aired. He’s seen a few updates on Naver and how a lot of people seemed to like you being officially debuting on national TV. The feedback brought a smile to his face because, although he would never admit it to you, he was worried that having you on camera might put negative attention on you. His manager had already given him the green light that this interaction would be okay to publish, but you didn’t have the same job security, nor permanency at the company. 

If people reacted negatively to your appearance and relationship with the rest of the members, you would most likely be referred to another group, or even outsourced to a different company for whatever reason.

Then again, his audience mostly consisted of people in his generation, and he trusted that his fandom was more chill and wouldn’t fuss about you so much. And thankfully they didn’t.

Still…

“Hello?” Your voice was clear as it could be from his phone. He doesn't really know why he called you, and maybe there shouldn’t really be any reason to. But he found himself dialing your number anyway.

“Did you see the show I was on?”

“Ah, yeah. I’m watching it right now. The way you and Minho bicker is already pretty funny, but seeing it like this makes it funnier. MBC’s production team is really something.” You’re laughing on the other end of the phone, and it normally makes him happy to hear you like that, but it sort of bothers him this time around.

“Ah~!! The lighting is so good…Minho’s skin looks good here.

“Hey. I asked about the show I was on. I was asking what you thought about me. Don’t lump me together with him as if we’re a set menu. He’s not here right now. Let’s just talk about me.” 

“Yes, yes, Kibum-ah. You were very funny, and you’re not a set menu.” Your laughter dies down as you finish.

Suddenly, the conversation you were having with him sounded familiar. Or at least, the feel of it. “Hey…doesn’t this feel like high school again?”

“What on earth are you talking about this time?” Maybe it's because you were both getting old, but he’s noticed that both of you have been starting to bring up the past more often. There wasn’t really a problem with it, but he does wonder why it must happen more often now.

“Do you remember that? There was a day we had PE before lunch,” He hummed in acknowledgement, but unsure where you were going with this. “So the boys in our class would play basketball during lunch, but you stayed with the girls.”

“I guess I remember that. Why?” 

You laughed a bit, suddenly finding the memory funnier as you tried to retell the story. “You–You–--" Even the though of it was suddenly so funny to you. "My boyfriend–”

  “AHhhhh–-” Not this again. He knows what you’re talking about now.

“My boyfriend didn’t like us talking, even though we never hung out before–” You wheezed out, unable to continue because you were laughing.

“Oh my god, girl. We only talked about council projects. I still don’t know why that was an issue.” He whined. He still never understood why your boyfriend at the time didn’t like you talking. You were never really close when you went to the same school, only having some mutual friends but never really hanging out together. Hell, he feels like you got really close only recently. After he came back from his military service.

“But it’s so funny to think about it now! You– You had to dodge the other guys asking you to join them play, sneak into our classroom just so we could talk about our project, and then rush back outside to look like you were never near there in the first place–” Remembering a young Kim Kibum with his arms crossed, and a petty frown, trying his best to intimidate you as he kept trying to get you to look at him. 

“And then even when we were talking, you kept looking around the hallway anyway. How am I supposed to feel when you’re focusing on literally any small sound you hear except what I was telling you?”

“I was scared! And you said some really funny things.” He cocked his head to the side as he listened to his phone more, trying to remember what it was. “You said, ‘Yah! Stop looking! Your boyfriend’s playing basketball, he’s not coming anytime soon. Let’s talk about me!’” You couldn’t see it, but Kibum’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he ended up joining you laughing. “The audacity of this little punk to tell me that my boyfriend’s not coming is so–”

“YAH, Shut up! I didn’t know what I was saying. Kids can make mistakes.” To have ambushed you like that must have looked so bad if anyone else heard it, but he’s glad he’s not like that anymore.

For the rest of the call, you chatted for a bit before you decided to end it to continue your work and for him to get some sleep. During times like this, you’re thankful you’ve kept a friend from so long ago with you. Being able to talk about things from your childhood was so fun and reminded you both of times where you had little to worry about other than what you’d eat for dinner that day and if your parents would get mad at you.

As you bid each other goodnight, Kim Kibum lays in bed, wondering how long he’s known you for, and why you weren’t friends when you were classmates. He’s thankful for the many opportunities SHINee has given him, but he’s surprisingly thankful that he’s been able to get closer to you through the years.

 He hopes that it stays that way.

#shinee key x reader #kim kibum #kim kibum x reader #shinee #shinee x reader #minho shinee #key shinee #minho shinee x reader #choi minho x reader #key imagines #key reactions #minho imagines #Minho reactions #shinee imagines #SHINee reactions

[wordsafterhours]

Songs About You: Chapter 5

Hello! Hope you all enjoy the update and I apologize for the drama... well not really, lol. I live for the angst both as a writer and reader. This will likely be the last update for a couple of weeks, I haven't started not the next chapter and have some things in my own life coming up.

Possible TW: Arguing, cussing

*I didn't edit this, it's hot off the press...

Word count: 3.9K

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The workweek had passed by in a blur. Chaol had left yesterday for a short trip to the coast because apparently, he was the only one trusted enough to sort out whatever problem had happened at the engineering yard. Aelin knew he was good at his job, but she wished someone else could deal with it, as their weekend plans were forced into a rain check. 

A steady flow of bookgoers had been in and out of the shop, leaving little time for Aelin to mentally prepare for Rowan’s impending afternoon arrival. His books had been neatly wrapped in brown paper since their arrival yesterday and were currently burning a hole on the shelf underneath the register. A constant reminder on the forefront of her mind. 

More and more light filtered through Present Tense’s windows, signaling the time was now sometime after noon. Anxiety began to creep in, making her antsy, and bobbing her knee in anticipation. Should she check the time? Would that make things worse or better? Lyria hadn’t come by yet either so maybe it wasn’t as late as she thought. The woman had said she’d be by on her lunch break to pick up the cookbook. 

Deciding to chance it, her turquoise eyes flicked down, eyeing the corner of the computer. Her initial assessment of the time proved accurate—the clock displaying a bold 2:15 p.m... It was going to be a long afternoon. A few tasks for the week had been put off, due to their tedious nature, but now was as good of time as any to tackle one or two of them. She clicked into her inventory lists on the computer, evaluating what titles needed to be reordered and what genres could possibly be expanded. 

Sometime later, Aelin heard a feminine voice clearing their throat. She looked up and saw Lyria shyly standing at the counter.  “I thought you would have heard me come in, but I see you’re really into whatever you’re doing,” the woman supplied sweetly. 

“Apparently, I’m exceptionally unobservant as of late. Good thing you weren’t an assassin, I would have been toast,” Aelin joked, dragging her hand across her throat to emphasize the dead part. 

“Then who would order books for me?” 

“You’re right. I can’t get taken out; the whole city would suffer from lack of literary works.”

Her theatrics made Lyria chuckle and for that, she was glad. Sometimes she could be a bit much for other people. 

“I got held up at work or I would have been here when I’d originally said. No one seemed to want to handle their own fires today and naturally, they became my problem.”  Now that Lyria disclosed the reason her tardiness, Aelin noted the woman did seem somewhat frazzled, with her long brown hair in a messy bun and a pen tucked in it. 

“That’s exactly why I’m my own boss…,” she snickered pushing away from the counter. “If you’ll wait right here, I’ll grab your stuff from the back.”

Aelin’s office was a complete mess, the floor littered with dog toys and dried water spots.  Fleetfoot was chaos embodied and this room had been the latest casualty. A hefty stack of new books sat on the corner of her wooden desk but as she roamed down the book spines, Lyria’s cookbook was not amongst them. 

Shit, she internally cursed. It had come in yesterday, she recalled flipping through the many glossy pages, appreciating a few dishes that looked worth trying. Rowan’s books had also been in the same shipment and were far more interesting than the recipes—mainly because Aelin couldn’t cook to save her life. She could read though and halfway into the Campfire Tales book; it had been decided that it needed to be carried full time in the store front. 

The telltale bell ring of the door reached her ears, signaling another customer had come in. Hopefully they could manage without her for a few more moments as she continued retracing yesterday’s steps. It wasn’t on the desk, shipping container, or under the register with Rowan’s books. The puppy wasn’t here yesterday, so she couldn’t blame her. Finally, she saw it, haphazardly shoved into her small bookcase by the office door. That was one place to put it she supposed, grabbing it with relief. 

Lyria was still by the counter when she emerged from the back but looking far less relaxed than before. The woman kept throwing glances over her shoulder, a nervous expression in place.  Was the new customer a vagrant? Had something happened while she was gone? Aelin craned her neck trying to see who was in the store. 

Seeing no one, she proceeded with ringing up the book.  “Alright, that’s going to be $32 even.”  

“Can you put that in a bag, please?” Lyria asked swiping her card. 

Aelin was slipping the item into a bag when movement in her peripheral caught her attention. Soon, a familiar figure came into focus, and she couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from pulling up. As quickly as the smile had come, it disappeared. He didn’t deserve smiles and niceties.

Rowan hadn’t approached the counter, seeming as though he was waiting on Lyria to leave or maybe he was quietly praying to Hellas for guidance on how to ruin Aelin’s day—that seemed like the more plausible answer.  

What she did notice though was how tense Lyria was now that he had joined them. 

“Here, all done. You’ll have to let me know how it goes with the cooking,” Aelin requested, handing the packaged book into Lyria’s open hands. 

“What a small world Orynth can be,” Rowan chimed. 

Aelin was undeniably missing something. 

“So it would seem, Rowan,” Lyria replied as she turned to face him. 

Rowan had the biggest smile on his face and offered out a closed fist in Lyria’s direction. The woman bumped her own fist against his and gave a small chuckle. 

It was clear the two knew one another and were likely friends. But if that were the case, why had Lyria been acting so strangely? Aelin continued to glance between the two looking for more answers. 

“Well, I better be going, I still have one thing to finish up at the office before I can celebrate the weekend.” 

“Still on for Saturday?” Rowan asked Lyria as she walked past. 

“Of course,” she answered quickly, almost too quickly, her cheeks pinking up. Aelin’s eyes unconsciously narrowed Lyria gave a small parting wave to Rowan. Either the two were intimate or given the other woman’s reaction, heading in that general direction. 

Aelin felt her stomach drop with that deduction and she tried to shove down the sudden wave of nausea that was creeping up.  She shouldn’t care. She didn’t even know Rowan, much less like him. Yet, a small nagging voice in the back of her head whispered “liar”. 

“Good afternoon, Aelin,” greeted Rowan. 

“I have your stuff right here,” she declared, pulling out the wrapped stack from under the counter and holding it out to him.

“Usually when one person greets another, pleasantries are exchanged, and then the conversation transitions into a more serious note. So, let us try this again,” he chastised trying to sound serious, but Aelin could hear the humor beneath his words. “Good afternoon, Aelin.”

“Good afternoon, Rowan,” she replied with an eye roll. 

“Eye rolls don’t make for polite conversation.”

“Who said this was a polite conversation,” she quipped, trying her best to sound indifferent.

“Gods, are you always this so damn difficult?” he implored, leaning against the desk and staring her down with pine green eyes.

Aelin gave a noncommittal shrug and waved the wrapped books in his direction, silently pleading him to take them. Polite Rowan was the last thing she had been expecting and he’d further caught her off guard with his teasing. She did not like it one bit.  

“I’m not taking the books until you have a conversation with me. I know you can because you were talking to Lyria just fine.” 

She sighed, loudly, and sat down on her stool, contemplating whether to be nice or a pain in the ass. The latter won out. “How do you know, Lyria?”

“Does it matter?”

“You’re the one who wanted to have a conversation.  This is me using my words, Rowan.” 

Rowan was visibly frustrated. He took a few deep breaths and pinched the bridge of his nose.  Aelin surmised he was choosing his next set of words carefully. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Lyria and I met when she attended one of my hiking get togethers last year. She attends them still if she’s not busy with work.” 

She wasn’t sure what she had expected his explanation to be, but it wasn’t that. Lyria didn’t strike her as the outdoorsy type… and Rowan didn’t strike her as a people person. But you know what they said about assuming. 

Aelin again pulled the wrapped books from beneath the counter, holding them out to him with smile, trying to appear apologetic—which she was, but she’d be damned if she actually said sorry for being nosy. Or for being rude. His green eyes flitted between the books and her face a few times before he finally grabbed them from her, his finger accidentally brushing against her own. 

An electric current zinged up her arm and she jerked it back in surprise. Had he felt that, too? The look on his face was unchanged but his eyes seemed a little darker, emerald instead of pine. Neither commented on what had just happened and an awkward silence ensued. 

She was about to ask if he was ready to pay for the books, when the bell of the front door chimed, and a middle-aged couple walked in. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said quietly as she went to meet the customers.

“Hi, my name is Aelin. Did you need any help or are you just browsing?” Her tone was very polite; she hoped Rowan was taking note of it. 

“So nice to meet you. My wife and I are visiting from Eyllwe. When we looked up things to see in the city, visit downtown was number one on the list. We were walking by just now when we saw your shop and thought we’d pick up a good book or two.”  

“That’s wonderful. I hope you’ve enjoyed it thus far.  Downtown still has many of the old buildings from before the great war, which I’m sure you’ve noticed. The opalescent shine gives them away.” Aelin smiled fondly, recalling history lessons with her dad freely given every time he brought her downtown. Both Evalin and Rhoe had had such pride for the city and Terrasen—a pride they’d passed to their daughter.

“Oh yes dear, it’s been such a treat,” agreed the woman. 

“If you are interested, I’d love to show you the section especially catered to showcasing Terrasen, and if not, I can direct you in whatever area you’re interested in.” Books had been her life for as long as she remembered, and it was a gift to share that unbridled passion with others. 

“Oh, we’d love to see your specialty section,” both exclaimed excitedly. Aelin didn’t worry about Rowan, he could wait, or come back later. These people were actually excited to hear what she wanted to share and say. She eagerly ushered them to the back of store and into a small room dedicated to her homeland. 

Roughly an hour, six books and exchanging of numbers later, they were done and heading back towards the register. Aelin’s steps slightly faltered, surprise consuming her at the sight of Rowan’s hulking frame occupying her stool behind the counter. His attention solely focused on the leatherbound book laying atop the counter, giving no indication he was the slightest aware of their approach. 

Aelin couldn’t stand it, elbowing him in passing and he jerked, almost falling off the stool. Much like a fox in the chicken coop, she couldn’t resist this moment of gloating. “Look whose unaware now.” 

Rowan narrowed his eyes, and she could see him gearing up for a smart remark until he realized they weren’t alone. The look in his eyes was clear enough. 

Brat. 

Aelin could tell he found humor in the situation which filled her with a feeling she couldn’t place at the moment—there was always later. 

“Is this your boyfriend, deary?” the wife asked. 

Her heart felt like it was going to race out of her chest, a wave of heat creeped down her neck. She knew her face was beet red. Rowan merely snorted at the comment but otherwise remained his same confident self. It would appear the ball was solely in her court. 

“He’s uh- “she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to come up with a label for what Rowan was. Were they friends?  Acquaintances? She wanted to say bothersome asshole but that wouldn’t make for palatable conversation, and he had been rather nice today. “- my friend.  I just special ordered some books for him.” 

Aelin subtly glanced sideways, trying to see what Rowan thought of them being “friends”. His eyebrows were drawn together, creating a small crease in his tan skin, and his mouth a thin line, but it wasn’t a hard expression… she’d mark it down as thoughtful. 

“Oh, how exciting! I’d be poor if I had access to a bookstore owner at any given time.” The woman unaware of the tension she’d created with her intrusive question, kept rattling on to her husband about their books Aelin rang up their purchases. After they paid, they promised to keep in touch and let her know how they liked the books, before wandering out of the shop. 

Aelin waited, expecting Rowan to move from behind the counter now they were alone. Again. Instead, he continued to sit there, unbothered, reading the page he’d been on earlier. She loudly cleared her throat, pointedly staring at the side of his face. His face stayed a mask of indifference, giving no indication he’d heard her at all. 

She cleared her throat, louder.

Still nothing—he flipped the page. 

And we are back to being worse than Hellas, himself. Mala grant me the patience to not commit murder, Aelin internally pleaded to herself while continuing to stare at him occupy her space. There was no way he couldn’t have heard her clearing her throat, meaning he was purposefully trying to get a rise out of her.

It was both infuriating and lovely that he wanted to rile her up. Perhaps they had found their way into a tentative friendship. It didn’t negative the fact she wanted to push his 6’ 4” frame onto the floor, though. Violence brought joy from time to time. 

Her eyes traced down along his jaw, noting the light stubble gracing it, down his neck decorated with words in language foreign to her, and along his muscle arm, appreciating the way his long sleeve outlined it.  He was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen and that was saying something considering all her friends were especially attractive. Chaol was handsome but it was different—he didn’t command the room or draw attention wherever they went. 

Rowan deftly flipped another page, drawing her attention. He was now past the point of where she had stopped yesterday. Curiosity driving her forward, she moved behind him, peering over his left shoulder so she could read, too. She read along as he finished a story about some giant worm who ate people and was glad that these were just “stories” and not true encounters. 

Since he didn’t seem to mind her presence, Aelin stayed reading over his shoulder as started a new tale about a witch who was said to live in the Middle, a neutral part of the Prythian forest. Aelin was only vaguely aware of “the Weaver” as it had been a scary story her parents had used to keep her and Aedion from venturing unaccompanied into the forest at night.   

“It is said the Weaver is not of our world, but a death-god fallen from another dimension. A being of immense power, she reveled in the worship she received and reigned terror upon Prythian’s citizens, using live sacrifices’ life forces to keep her young and beautiful. However, she was bested by a young warrior, her power diminished, and subsequently doomed to occupy only a small parcel of land in Pyrthian forest.

Here, she crafted a cottage from bones, fat, and hair of those who crossed her path. The home filled with a collection of treasures, tanned skins, and yarn woven from hair. Untouchable by any of the neighboring lands, the Weaver did as she pleased within her boundary, lying in wait like a spider with a web. No one had successfully stolen a trinket and lived to talk about it, until—” 

Rowan closed the book, effectively ending Aelin’s reading. She made a small noise of discontent and felt his body shaking. Suddenly, she noted her chest was pressed against the warm, firm planes of his shoulder and back. She’d been using him as a rest spot, he hadn’t corrected her—and now, now she was feeling his quiet laughter, not hearing it. 

As though he could hear her racing thoughts or detect her panic, he whispered lowly, his accent thick, “I didn’t mind.” A warm heat bloomed in her chest at his words, her panic dissipating into calm feelings. Neither moved, maintaining the intimacy of the moment. Her mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like run her hand down his arm or to rest her head in the crook beneath his jaw. 

Guilt took over before she could try to rationalize it away. Somewhere in her mind, she knew this was wrong and the thoughts she was starting to have, were wrong. Chaol deserved better than her and he should be the star of the things she was thinking. Yet, he wasn’t. 

Aelin pushed away from Rowan, trying to end whatever was happening. Standing, Rowan stayed silent as his pine green eyes looked her up and down, seemingly searching for something. Aelin felt naked under his gaze, hating how he already had the power to make her vulnerable. The tension was palpable in the air, weighing on her. He took a step towards her, almost erasing the distance she’d put between them only moments ago.

“Aelin”

The rest of his words went unheard as the shop’s front door swung open, clacking against an entrance table. She stepped back and turned, zooming in on the person who’d rudely come in. She paled as turquoise met bronze. Chaol’s body was tense, face pinched in anger as he approached desk. Aelin would be the first to admit the situation probably looked bad to an outside party. 

“What the hell is going on here?” Chaol barked, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the both of them.

Rowan scooped his ghost leopard book off the counter and held it up alongside the campfire book, showing Chaol why he was here. “Buying books.”

“Is that code for ‘about to kiss someone else’s girlfriend?’” Aelin could see the vein in Chaol temporal throbbing.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, man, but we were just talking.”

“And you needed to be behind the desk to talk? Sounds like a load of shit to me.”

“Aelin was reading some of the book and I wanted to sit down.” Rowan’s answer sounded convincing despite it partly being a lie. 

“Like she couldn’t read the book on her own time? She doesn’t need your help,” her boyfriend spat defensively, stepping closer in Rowan’s direction.

Aelin would never speak to either of them if they fought in her store. 

“Can you both stop talking about me like I’m not standing here?” she exclaimed in frustration, throwing her hands up. Neither acknowledged her, too busy staring one another down. She would get nowhere as long as both stayed in Present Tense.

“Chaol, Rowan was just leaving. He was literally saying goodbye when you came in throwing a fit.” Aelin turned, eyes pleading with Rowan to go. He gave her a rueful smile, leaving her alone with her boyfriend. When the door shut, she focused all her attention on Chaol, who remained standing, arms crossed, glaring at the floor.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me?  What the fuck, Aelin?  I come here to surprise you and you’re basically nose to nose with some guy you swore you didn’t know. That’s the guy from the bar.” 

“I don’t really know him. Yeah, I know his name and I know what books he likes read, but I don’t know him,” she admitted defensively. 

“You’re bending the truth to fit your narrative, Aelin.” 

“No, you’re just mad and hearing what you want to hear.  I don’t know Rowan. Before last week, I’d never even seen the guy. In case you haven’t noticed, Orynth can be a really small place.” Aelin was trying with everything in her to maintain a level-headed conversation with Chaol but she could feel herself losing control.

“I just find that hard to believe. He was behind your desk. I’ve been dating you for six years and can count on one hand the times I’ve been in your office or behind the desk. Is he why you don’t want to move in together?” he questioned angrily, slapping his hand against the top of the desk.

Aelin startled, his gesture unexpected. This was the most upset she’d seen him in years and part of her was remorseful, but the other half, mad. He had no right to be slinging accusations at her and bringing their personal issues into a discussion that they had no bearing on.

“Stop using this conversation as a way to bring up other issues. Moving in together has nothing to do with that guy and quite frankly, it’s both hurtful and infuriating that you’d accuse me of cheating or whatever it is you’re doing,” she yelled back, her semblance of composure fracturing as her voice cracked. 

“Don’t put words in my mouth!”

“So, it’s okay for you to come into my business, yell at a customer, insinuate using that customer as a reason for not moving in together… but when I question and correct you, I’m suddenly putting words in your mouth?” The palms of her hands were screaming in pain, her tightened fists digging her nails into the flesh. She would not break down in front of him. He deserved her anger, not her tears. If digging into her palms kept her from breaking, she’d do it until they bled.

“Fuck this,” he hissed roughly rushing backwards towards the door.  

Aelin wanted to stop him, to not end this converstion on a bad note, but she stayed glued to where she was. Chaol glanced over his shoulder as he opened the door, “I’ll see you when I get back.” He left just as loud as he’d come in, the slamming door deafening throughout the empty store.  

Aelin stood and stood and stood, staring at the door like he’d come back any moment and apologize for it all. But he didn’t. And it wasn’t until the sun began to disappear behind the tall buildings of the city, that she released her tights fists. The pale skin of her palms an angry red with crescent moon shapes imprinted in them, some bloodied.

As the pain receded, so did her resolve. Her eyes prickled, tears welling in them. She sunk down, crumpling on the wood floor, exhausted. Silently, tears rolled down her cheeks, shoulders shaking as she cried. Earlier she had been perfectly content, passionately discussing books and leisurely reading. And now, she could feel the crack in her soul growing a little larger, her light dimming a little more. 

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[theoutsanityshoppe]

What is your favorite fact about your OC? (Cricket!)

Ha! Of course you pick one I haven't done anything new for in years XD Gosh, I'm not even sure anymore... It's been so long.... <strong><em>JK IT'S ACTUALLY THE ONE THING I'VE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT TO PEOPLE ADFKGJAKDFGJKAFG</em></strong> Her special ability!!! and how they change based on which Mongoose she's which! They all have unique fighting skills that bend reality around them, and hers is called "Scene Change". This is from the last time I wrote about them in a word document lol [2020 from the looks of it]

"Summons the power to change the scene to her whim, usually by shoving something [like her signature metal broom] into the ground and causing the environment to change drastically in seconds. This change destabilizes the area for a moment and confuses the senses of whoever is nearby until the Scene has finish changing. Once established she has full control over the new Scene, its physics, its music, and its props [which generally are semi-sentient]. Depending on whose fighting with her she can change the scene to better accommodate another mongoose over herself.

<strong>Base:</strong> Cricket’s Toy Box. Bright pink and set up more like an arena with childish play things littered around including a giant jack in the box, giant juggling balls, and all kinds of plushies representing the other characters created by the Story Master. Occasionally, the toys in the area will attack if someone gets too close to them, regardless if they're friend or foe, but mostly they remain static.

<strong>NC:</strong> NC’s Inverted Doll House. The Toy Box becomes an upside down and inverted Doll House. All the toys become statues that will attack anyone and anything that falls in their paths. Colors become checkered black and white, deep purple, and sometimes blue. The house is inverted entirely – not just upside down either: windows are doors, mirrors try to pull you in, lights turn on the darkness, running makes you move like a snail, going up makes you go down, etc.

<strong>Capt’n Crick:</strong> The Captain’s Ship. Instead of the Toy Box, the area is filled with sea water and a large Pirate ship will emerge from under the water’s surface. Usually a second ship will also appear for the enemy and the two [or more] can face off with cannon fire or a rousing sword fight on the ship’s deck.

<strong>Tekcrick:</strong> Haunted Maze. The world becomes a dark, gloomy, and jump scare filled haunted maze that changes constantly. Sometimes it’s a corn maze, sometimes a hedge, or rock walls, or even countless broken dolls all laid on top of each other reaching out for who ever is foolish enough to get near them.

<strong>Cricktok:</strong> Comic Book Adventures. Here both Scene Change and Flip Book <em>[which is Cricktok's special ability]</em> merge to turn the surrounding area, and everyone inside it, into a comic book. They can still move through the pages and fight including by breaking the comics boundaries and using the dialogue balloons as weapons."

I actually meant to draw these all out but, well like I said. It was 2020 when I reworked them last and suffice it to say my mental health went to hell with the rest of the world for awhile. I'm not sure if I'll get to it soon, as my desire to draw has been incredibly low this year, but! Cricktok is a full fledged character in my newest story, Neo Oldesville, and even has <a href="https://href.li/?https://toyhou.se/8504366.cricktok" class="tumblr-link">her own profile now! </a> [I know she's not Cricket, but hey. They're basically the same person *ba-bum-kissh*]

If anyone else wants to ask a question I reblogged this earlier: <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/theoutsanityshoppe/690790539251089408?source=share" class="tumblr-link">meeee</a>

#please ask me about the other mongoose's poweRS I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM TOO #:D #friend ask #friendly-peep #...there's also a secret 6th mongoose named Tickity-Crickity [or Crickity for short] but... #she hasn't revealed herself past just her name so far. It's been a few years...

[huenjin]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 (𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓)

genre | fluff, toothbiting fluff, and slightly suggestive

warnings | hints at nsfw in slight occasions, but it's still very sfw.

members | bang chan, minho, changbin, hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, jeongin

note | tried at making it gender neutral. also, this is my first hc, if this is what it is, so please do tell me if it's any good.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

downright going to be the most classic one. he'd bring you over for a christmas dinner, his mum and dad looking at you quizzically and you swear to god it was the most raveling moment ever in your whole life. the fear, the anxiety and the pain of being rejected by his parents weighs far too much in your head. however, chan would hold your hand, rub small circles at the junction between your thumb and your other fingers and tell his parents that you're his bestfriend, his lover, the one he loves in the present and hopefully for a long time. that he wants to spend his christmas with every single human being that he loves under the same roof. it is only after this that his parents calm down, cheer up and are overjoyed that their son has found someone to be with — to share his happiness and sadness with. will go down in your history as one of the best christsmases you have shared.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

here to spread the college boyfriend!minho agenda. this was off this ad that i saw the other day and idek why i found it cute but it was dead cute and i knew that's definitely minho. 100%. so you're over at his lodging room in college in his shirt — minho swears to god he finds you the cutest in his shirts — watching this romcom on netflix on his laptop. you're cuddled up against him on his bed and minho's kissing your cheeks occasionally when you're too engrossed into the movie, making sure he gets the gasp and the chuckle exactly from you. and all was going well till he gets a video call notification from his mother and he's scrambling up from his bed, angling the mirror away from you as he answers, "hi, mom." his mother would ask of him to show his new room, something he was supposed to do earlier and he sighs, "can we do this tomorrow? it's late and i have this assignment to do?" but his mother wouldn't have it any other way and insists — determination running through their family veins evidently. and here you are, scrambling around his room everytime he moves to show his room to his mum, just to avoid the camera. until you can sit back on the bed and minho's rushing to end the conversation, "can i please go do my assignments now, mum?" you know you're royally fucked when minho's mother laughs, only to ask her son, "does your assignment wear your shirts now? you should introduce them to me."

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

changbin's whole family knows you already. in fact, if anything, it was his sister that forced him to finally ask you out because he has been crushing on you forever. the following events happen in this particular order: you're the cute cashier at his favorite drink place and if college has taught him one thing, it is never to miss out on an opportunity and he knows he must ask you out. his sister is with him and finds him all awe eyed at you and she knows. she also knows that her brother is a wimp and won't ask you out so she nags him over throwing litter all over in his room if he doesn't. changbin thinks it's the extra push he needed and he does ask you out while paying his bill — a mere, "uhm, i think you're cute. if you happen to have some, uh, free time this saturday evening, we could go watch a movie or something. oh, i mean, of course, if only you're free and if you haven't watched the movie and like everyone seems to be busy and you're just so so pretty i ha—" changbin still remembers the way you giggled, the way you held your chest and the way you smiled and nodded. changbin's family knows that very evening because siblings are snitches deep down and his sister yells as soon as she enters the home, even before she has taken her shoes off — "listen, listen! our changbinnie grew up. guess who has a lover, guess who, guess who!" all changbin could yell back was, "they are prettier than you and nicer than you!" and stick his tongue out. needless to say, changbin was found picking scrap paper off his room's floor at 2am.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

lowkey his parents are suspicious of you and think you're not a great person and this is another episode of hwang hyunjin getting overly attached and loving another human. you can't blame them. experiences make parents cautious and when all of hwang hyunjin's relationship has ended him with an aching heart, you know you'd be suspicious of the next person he brings home too. he brings you home for dinner and his parents were definitely not expecting another member. it starts with frigid stares and hard, short answers and hyunjin has to hold your hand to stop you from crying because you feel like you lost your chance even before you had it. that is till, hyunjin speaks up, "mum, dad. i love them. and i know you guys are doing this because you fear they're going to break my heart—" "i wouldn't," you mumble, "you're going to break mine if this ends." and hyunjin chuckles, kissing your cheek before his parents. he turns to them and repeats the same, "i love them. so much and i hope you can accept them and not pin all my bad experiences on them. please." it takes a few more meetings for his parents to warm up to you but it happens slowly over the time, till — you're now spending every other weekend with his mum to bake cakes.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

so jisung, as much as he needs the caring and loving, is an eccentric man. he's so eccentric you're so sure you fell for him because of that, because of how he manages to make you always smile. so eccentric that he had a whole ppt presentation on why everyone should be like you. and this stupid boyfriend who is oh so in love shows this before his parents to announce how he's dating you. it's like a one slide presentation. he's planned it all out for days. he'll bring you over in the guise of being a friend and then surprise his parents after dinner by turning this great one slide presentation on. it'll have a picture of you on the side and points in bullets to the left — of how you're pretty, of how you're funny, how you make him want to be a better person, how he wants to continue going to the orphanage to help every sunday with you, how he wants to give you his world. how you're the nicest person he knows. your parents are smiling and they know. they know even before the announcement that you're his lover and better half and you make him happy and so does he. and courtesy of jisung's great brain, the animations rotate and land and the last two lines are so big that you blush and are embarrassed but god fucking help you, you're so in love with him that this makes your heart race. "be like y/n. be my lover," races into the screen and you think the animations makes it even more quirkier than it already is. until his mother makes everyone laugh even more by asking, "are you asking us all out, sungie? doubt they would like that."

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

another one of the classic introduction types. felix asks you if it's alright for him to finally introduce you to his family and you nod, heart fluttering because you know for sure this is a huge step. upon much consideration, you agree to go for dinner with his parents at his place the following weekend. you're asking him over the week if this dress was alright or if you should go for formals and as much as he reassures you that it's not a huge deal — it is a huge deal to you. you want his parents to know how serious you are of him. you even being a gift home that night and bake some muffins and his mother is just really impressed (if she wasn't already flustered by all the stuff you brought). and when you know you have warned up enough to them, you know his mother is going to show the embarassing pictures just to fluster her son and it works. you do spend some good hours with his parents — his dad giving you a thumbs up to be new fashioned as you leave and his mum waving you good bye — and it is only after this you sigh in relief, tension off your shoulders. you've left a good impression and felix knows this too as he kisses you in his car.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

seungmin is the softest boyfriend ever. i mean seriously, if the whole world already didn't know the two of you were dating would be a surprise — it's the pretty bracelets you wear, the matching hoodies found in your closets or how you're just always in his blue hoodie. always. and so when seungmin is rushing you, two weeks into official dating for you to meet his parents, you're wide eyed. all he has to say is, "i'll be going to marry you either way. why wait till the day before marriage to show you off to my parents also." and he'd be so thrilled. seungmin's mum is enthralled because he is enthralled. he is so excited to tell his parents about you and about how you're his lover. his to show off. his to love. for years to comes. and you're blushing in front of his parents, ears heated up at the term. seungmin's dad jokingly pats his son's back, laughing, "have you grown up already to bring someone home?" and he nods, smiling like the dork you fell in love with. his mother rushes to sit you down by the table, ready to take care of you and you realise — seungmin's family will always be as accepting as he is. the fruit doesn't fall that far away from the tree, after all.

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

trust me, he's the reckless kind. he'll care for you, love for you and be there for you but he's so bad with dates and timings and everything that mistakes like this were bound to happen at one point. he's shifted to his own place and jeongin is so excited that he calls you over — "y/n, you must come here. even the bed is warm." and you know what that meant. the bane of every mankind's downfall and every civilization's achilles' hill. that is exactly how you ended up next to jeongin, his hands cupping your face and him kissing you like he has all the time in the world now that he has his own place. until the two of you hear the door click and jeongin pulls back, swearing and in panic. you hold his shoulder in worry and he's telling you that his parents were supposed to come over, today. that he didn't know it would be this early, however. and the only thing his oh-so-bright brain could come up with in that moment is to shove you and himself into the small closet till his parents leave. and even if it meant a few sweaty minutes in the closets in each other's warmth, moans and giggles in the air albeit the warning of silence, and jeongin kissing you in places the heavens shouldn't know, you'll happily brace it all for him. the two of you come out of the closet only after you hear the door shut again. the two of you walk down carefully to see if his parents are away, only to find a small yellow post it note stuck on the fridge — you should have told us you had someone over. you bury your face into his shoulders in embarassment as you ask, "they heard, didn't they?" he chuckles, "probably. we'll get you to officially meet then soon. my mum loves pies and you bake the best ones. she'll fall for you like i did. instantly."

#stray kids fluff #chan fluff #minho fluff #changbin fluff #jisung fluff #hyunjin fluff #felix fluff #seungmin fluff #jeongin fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #bang chan #hyunjin #felix #changbin #lee know #han jisung #seungmin #i.n #jeongin #writings.rue

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

--

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

--

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #Spotify

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Maid Service

For @shigaraki-p ♥️

Part One

Spotless Maid Service

•Cleaning service for you and your home.

•No mess is too big

•Any home is welcome

•Work around your schedule

•Number

Shigaraki was at the bar looking at this ad in the paper,nursing a glass of whiskey in front of him. He never really cared for the newspaper, it was just about All Might and whatever else was happening in this dumb world. He took in a deep breath picking his glass up to sip it and look around the hideout. Maybe it was a little messy, with Kurogiri not being here no one was there to tell Shigaraki to pick up after himself.

The bar was littered with empty shot glasses and bottles , the shine that Kurogiri once kept up on was gone. The oak scuffed and coarse, Shigaraki was the only one who sat at it anymore. Dabi didn't want to because Shigaraki would make him serve the drinks and well, Toga had better things to do.

The area next to the bar was a little social area, a couple couches and a coffee table. Full of clothes, bloody and dirty. His Switch was in that pile of clothes somewhere, and hell if he's going to dig through bloody shirts and pants.

His bedroom… consisted of a pile of bloody clothes and dust spots from his quirk . His desk had snacks on it and the computer screen was gross along with the keyboard.

Shigaraki swirled the last few drops of whiskey in his glass groaning. Why did he have to call the Maid? Kurogiri handles phone calls. But Kurogiri is not here right now. And if he was then he wouldn't be in this mess. Literally.

The little tv that sat on the bar was not on since no one could find the god damn remote either. Shigaraki pulled his phone from his pocket dialing the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“I need my hideout cleaned”

“Oh oh!!! Okay!”

He raised an eyebrow at your excitement

“My hideout.” He said again

“I just need an address and a good time to come over!”

Head tilt. Interesting. Well can't give away all the surprises. Shigaraki relayed his information to you without a problem.

“Got it! Now on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad would you say the mess is?”

“20, there's blood. And no one wants to touch it.”

“Do you have any hydrogen peroxide or brushes?”

……… “no”

“Okay i might be a tad late i need to pick some up but ill be there soon!!!” Click.

Shigaraki got up rubbing the back of his neck. Interesting. You did not seem fazed by what he said. It sounded like you did not recognize your voice. Must think he's just another customer and not a dangerous villain. He scratched his neck growing irritated , he did not tell anyone he hired a Maid but then again he was the Leader and it didn't matter. Shigaraki walked hideout kicking things out of his way in frustration. “This place is a mess. Stupid.” He stopped by a dust pile in the hallway to look at it, a smile creeping up his face. All gone, one less stupid Pro in this world , and it was so easy . One slip up and he was gone, the only thing left behind were the ugly red shoes.

Shigaraki walked further down the hall going into his room only to stop looking annoyed. The computer was gross, he forgot. Dammit. “She better find my Switch, too.”

•

Around 8 o'clock at night you showed up with your cleaning bag and japanese maid outfit on. The building was.. a little old and falling apart but you did not have to clean the whole thing thankfully. You knocked lightly on the door after making your way up to the correct room.

Shigaraki opened the door with Father on his face staring at you. Oh.. oh my. He smiled.

“Hello! My name is y/n! Thank you for taking interest in my services!” You bowed and gave him a smile. Shigaraki looked you up and down, white hat, semi short black dress with a white apron tied around it and white stockings , black heels. And a bag in both of your hands along with a duster.

“Come in.” He moved to the side opening up the door for you watching closely.

With pep in your step you hurried in , heels clicking along the hard floor . God what a mess. But nothing you could not handle. So you got right to work. Starting with the bar. Shigaraki followed you sitting down, his eyes wandering to his empty whiskey glass. You snatched it up making him blink and click his teeth. He was going to get up but the glass was set back down with whiskey in it. “Here you go” you giggled.

He took the whiskey and removed Father from his face to sip it . Mmm..

Shigaraki stayed at the bar to watch you, he did not say a word, just stared. Watching your legs move around in those stockings, your rear peeking from under the dress. He took a long sip and pushed the empty bottle off the bar .

“Oops”

“Oh!” You turned around to see the glass by your feet. “stay there ill get it” you got down on your knees and Shigaraki got up putting Father back on and rounding the bar to watch you. You were so careful with the glass, making sure it did not knick you or any pieces were left behind. And that dress, it was bunching up by your hips whenever you had to get on all fours to get the underside of the bar.

“What a nice ass.” His eyes widened realizing what he had said. Thank god Father was on his face because that was quite the idiotic slip up.

“Did you say something ?” You asked looking over your shoulder arching your back.

“Uh, no, carry on.” Shigaraki circled the bar again to sit back down and watch you.

••

With the bar done and shiny again you moved to the couch area looking at the clothes with hands on your hips. You looked over your shoulder at the man lounging on the bar, sitting sideways so he could see you, ankle over his knee and hand supporting his head.

“Do you have a laundry room?” You asked, tightening the bow on your back.

“Yes.”

“A basket?”

“Down the hall. First door.”

He watches you walk past him , heels clicking away. You were interesting, not once did you question anything, him. Did you know he broke the whiskey bottle on purpose? Or what he said? Either way, as long as he kept dusting things, you would have to keep coming back.

You returned with the basket to see him in the same spot waiting for you. With a huff the basket was set down by the large pile of clothes . You sat down criss cross next to the pile to load them up. The laundry was interesting to say the least, a dirty red coat , a dirty black coat, black shirts, pants, a few white shirts that looked like whoever was wearing them was really getting their money's worth, it looked like it was for a kid maybe early teens. And a plaid skirt along with a yellow sweater. You tilted your head getting up , basket at your hip.

“Uhm , Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Are you Shigaraki?”

His finger tapped on the bar . So you realized huh? He thought to himself. I wonder if this changes anything. Are you going to run? Beg me not to hurt you? I haven't even told Dabi or Himiko that you're here. The look on your face right now.. is priceless. Not terrified , but more surprised, curious. You must be asking yourself what the hell you walked in too. He smiled, removing Father from his face. “Yes, im Shigaraki. Welcome to my Hideout.”

You stepped back, the weight of the basket making your arm and hip ache. He got up walking towards you, the smirk never leaving his face. Gently he cupped your cheek, pinkie up. “ so what do you think about that?”

You gave him a smile and a light chuckle. “Is Mr Shigaraki okay? I wanted to know what to call you”

His smile got wider as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, his voice humorous. “That's fine , Maid.”

•••

And so started your new job , a Maid for the League Of Villains Leader Shigaraki. It was going to be an interesting few months. You had a lot of cleaning to do, and the events to come were something to really look forward too.

#MaidService #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki

[ku-ro-kai]

Darling, you’re different

Woke up in the middle of night thinking about dabi as a plug yesterday, wrote a fanfic about it during my entire day at school

edit made by me : )

Your usual plug wasn’t responding,using excuses to go pick up his kids or his baby mother was giving him a hard time. This was the time to be looking for a new plug for sure but how the fuck are you supposed to find one in the first place,camie was your best friend who smoked weed and was a blonde bimbo, she invited you over to smoke with her and offer you a new plug

“You made it! Come smoke a dub with me right quick then we’re gonna go meet him okay” she pulled you into her car

Camie was holding your hand walking through apartment complexs "your sure you know where this guy is?" " of course, he's been my plug for 3 years, he hot too" she stopped at a door and knocked "ever fucked him?" the door opened to a Raven haired man littered in tattoos, piercings ranging to black to silver, gray sweatpants hanging from his waist and a black T-shirt."You brought me a new client" she wasn't lying about him being hot.

His place was pretty tidy for a drug dealer "you can call me dabi by the way, camie gave you my number yet?" his eyes were like pools, you didn't have the guys to look him in the eyes "no" you said in a soft tone, he reached his hand "lemme see your phone for a second baby" you handed it to him "remember my apartment number is 306,don't forget because I'm only telling you once" "yes sir" he looked at you handing you back your phone "you don't have to hit me with that formal shit babe" "sorry,right" he chuckled walking to a hallway "camie come to the back with me" camie grabbed her bag walking to the back but she peaked her head out "I'll be right out, wait in the car for me".

"How long is it gonna take her to get some weed!" after that you heard a knock to the window "what the fuck!" dabi waved with a shit eating smile "fuck you!" ,you saw camie unlock the doors as she she was limping over "scoot over" dabi picked you by your waist and got in the passenger seat "dabi,what the hell are you doing" " what does it look like, gotta go to work" "yeah I see that but not with me on top of you, we might get pulled over" he slapped your shoulders pulling you back on his chest" not if you sit up like that, just enjoy the car ride for a few" you tried to get out of his arms but he was way stronger than you thought "come on camie back me up!" she put the keys in the ignition "he job is right around the corner (name) , trust me you'll be fine" you just relaxed in his hold. "Why are you so warm"

You shuffled neck to side of his shoulder "hot box" he didn't really smell like weed, more like ashes and feminine perfume "you smell weird" he bit your earlobe "pretty rude for someone who couldn't even look me in the eyes" you felt embarrassed, you just stayed quiet the entire time.

"See you next time,Blondie and you again?" you tried to ignore him but you spit out "(name)" he pulled your ear "how about sugar tits since you have-" "hell no!" camie leaned forward waving "bye dabi!" he stuck his tongue out, he had three piercings going in a straight line"you like what you see" you smiled rolling up your window "no".

"Hey you ever get the weed?" camie turned to you "of course but I didn't come for just the weed" she winked at you, you connected the dots in your head "you pay him with sex!?" "hear me out, free weed, good dick, hot boy blows my back out what's not to like?" you just rolled your eyes at her"let's just spark up before you go home"

-Next day-

Camie was too busy hungover from all the alcohol she decided to drink when she got home so you just did this on your own, can't be that hard can it?

____

You : hey

Dabi: what is it sugar tits

You : how much for a gram and stop calling me that

Dabi: A 20 and no ;)

You: fine,I'll be over

____

You knocked on the door twice, before you could pull out your money he dragged you inside "the hell?" catching yourself from stumbling over the mat "I was in the middle of rolling up" he was naked and wet, you could see his tattoos covered in certain areas,his stomach,his v-line,even his legs, only thing covering him was a black towel "put some clothes on first" "last time I checked it's my house so walking around naked shouldn't be your little concern babe" you were always annoyed by this asshole, how can camie do it. You looked in your bag twice, still couldn't see it, dumped out all belongings, nowhere to be found "where's the money?" dabi spoke walking in with some jeans on but still shirtless also he was holding a plastic wrap bag of weed, you let out a soft breath of air "I lost my wallet" he just stared at with bored eyes before busting out laughing "your being dead serious aren't you!" he rubbed his hand through his hair "look I'm sorry for wasting your time dabi, can I just pay you back next time " he shook his head throwing you the bag of weed "this is on the house except for one favor" "I'm not fucking you" the expression painted on your face let you knew exactly what he wanted "damn your good at reading people or what" "camie told me she pays you with sex so she can get free weed, don't lie either she was limping when she walked out your apartment" he smiled leaning against the wall next to the hallway "how do you expect to get it free then? Paying for it tomorrow isn't gonna cover how much I put in the bag for you sugar tits" she he was right this was way more than a gram" so what's it gonna be, you leaving empty handed or limping with weed in hand".

You heard a lighter flash on and off "you on a pill or something because I don't like pulling out" he was sitting on the couch smoking the blunt he just rolled a couple minutes ago "yeah,I have some at my house" he started unzipping his pants "come here" you walked off undressing yourself but keeping your shirt on "it's you hiding your tits for me" he pats his thigh signalling you to sit on his lap. "Open" "what?" "your mouth sugar tits" you slowly opened your mouth, he took two fingers shoving them down your throat "your not wet enough for me"he finally took his fingers out of your mouth "why do you say that.." "I'm to big and definitely haven't been stretched out, piercings might rip a new hole in you" piercings? He reached down taking off your panties in one tug,he turned you facing his wall with you against his back "what your last dude's dick size" that is really personal "A 6 I think" he opened your folds looking at some slickness beginning to gather "did he make you cum?" "no" he showed you a bright grin, placing a thumb on your clit, rubbing circles into it "a clit piercing would look good on you" he left a kiss on your cheek. "Your ready" dabi turned you back around facing him,"hold this for me baby" he pushed his blunt between your lips, he pulled his pants down by his ankles, there was ball piercings going down his length.

You held on to his shoulder for comfort, your walls weren't used to this feeling however dabi wasn't moving, too busy taking small puffs from his blunt with his head leaned back into the sofa "your a great cockwarmer sugar tits" he lifted his head back up "ever shotgun?" "No?" he grabbed you by your shirt pulling you into a kiss, you inhaled the smoke up your nostrils "your a good kisser" dabi gripped your ass, the friction of the piercings against your walls had you clenching down every thrust, dabi had no true goal besides aiming for that special spot, this position at any rate wasn't gonna him nowhere close though.In the meantime you were leaving small moans here and there, you didn't wanna give dabi that satisfaction of making you cum so easily, suddenly dabi got up off the couch immediately turning toward the couch, you could feel his cock poking your ass,eventually he pulled both your arms,sinking back into your velvet walls.

Dabi forced your face into the plushy part of the leather couch,although you promised yourself to contain your moans, dabi was ruthlessly rutting himself into you,he was progressively becoming more rough with his thrusts, your eyesight became dark blurs,you knew were close to cumming.

There was a sharp pain on your shoulder, you looked over to find dabi biting down on you, you felt his thumb rub against your clit,afterward that was the last push to send you overboard. Dabi came after you

You lazily slouched down,coming from your high, dabi left hickies on your neck to your shoulders before calling out "Wanna spark up before round 2"

Thank you for reading :) - I don't know what came over me for writing this to be honest . Though him progressively becoming an asshole was my main goal at some point. Follow me for more❤️

#dabi #dabi has a piercing down there #dabi has tattoos #dabi x reader #dabi x you

[mollyhw14]

Fallen Angel : Tied to the Devil's Daughter (demon au Lee Donghyuk / Haechan ) ♛ CH1 ♛

Walking across the food court in search of her friend felt like more of an effort to Seraphina today than usual. It was on 12 o'clock, and she was already pissed off with everything. Her alarm hadn't gone off at it's usual time, making her late for school, and then on top of that, she'd completely forgot her gym stuff for her morning periods, resulting in her having to wear clothes from the lost and found which hadn't been washed in years. She could still smell the foul stench of fish that radiated off the clothes, and her face flushed from embarrassment at all the stares she had received, in which she had sent them back a nice hand gesture of her middle finger and a glare which could could burn flames into each and everything person.

Upon spotting a mop of curly blonde hair, she stormed over to the table with her tray of food, not caring who she barged into on the way, and almost launching her tray at the table top.

"Woah what's happened to you? Seriously Phina you really need to lay low on that temper of yours before you end up getting yourself kicked out."

Cheonsa was the definition of a grade A student, perfecting in everything she did. As much as she contrasting towards the fiery girl, she couldn't help but worry over her and how she was always getting herself into trouble. It wasn't even that she'd do something mean or hurtful to someone, she just couldn't hold back her temper, her actions and voice coming across too blunt and harsh a times in which she couldn't stop it.

"You know I can't help it Cheonie, it gets me so mad I literally want to burn everyone's eyes that had to witness that shit show of a gym session this morning. " She sighed, looking at her perfect friend, wishing she could switch lives with the blonde.

"Well how about you go let some steam off in the dance studio, you have a free period now don't you? I can meet you outside school afterwards and we can go over for a coffee at our usual spot?" trying to cheer her friend up, Cheonsa stood up readying herself for her next class. She saw a sheer nod of the dark hair girl and felt satisfied, knowing she'd have calmed down by then.

"Anyway you owe me, it's my eighteenth tomorrow and you still haven't got me a present, and don't even try to deny it, I know you to well Phina." She chuckled as she ruffled the brunettes hair, seeing the scowl that had appeared on her face from the comment before heading  off to her to lesson.

"How the fuck did she know I hadn't bought her a present?"

The dance studio was Seraphina's main way off letting out all the frustration she had built up inside of her. She had always wanted to become a professional ballet dancer, performing on the big stage in elegant pointe shoes. Her dance teacher never paid any attention to the way she danced, blinded by the trio Phina liked to call 'Dicktrio' and their money. After all if it wasn't for their money and parents, the teacher wouldn't even have a job, so that was the reason why she was always seen sucking up to these kid's asses. This however only made Seraphina more passionate about her dream, she wanted to prove herself to her teacher that she was worthy of becoming a dancer.

Upon reaching the dance studio, she soon realised that she wasn't the only one with the same idea. Booming music blared through the doors of the studio, making the walls of the corridor vibrate louder and louder with each step she took. Once reaching the open doors, she peered in spotting a mop of flaming orange hair, dancing effortlessly to the music that blared through the speakers. His body moved almost fluid-like, as his feet floated from one area to the other. His eyes burned into his reflection, mind anywhere other than present, making sure his body hit every beat in the song. The boy was to ingulfed in own world to realise the figure slowly approaching the music stand in the far right corner of the studio. Just went the boy was about the perform the killing part of the song, the music came to a sudden stop, bring the boy back to his senses.

"You're in my time spot." The girl glared at the boy, making sure he heard her loud and cleared.

The boy, pissed off that his dance time was ruined, glared back at the girl not amused with her stopping his music.

He scoffed, looking her up and down, noticing that she looked very unfamiliar, however the strong presence of power clearly radiated off of her.

"Who says?" he made sure to match her tone of voice, striding over to his phone which was situated on top of the music stand.

"Me, that's who." She growled, beginning to get irritated that he wasn't leaving.

There was a silence, the boy not caring that he was probably annoying her and in fact using up her time slot, but it was fun getting to see the way she was attempting to intimidate him. Nothing scared him, not even a 5ft 3 girl with very evident anger issues.

"You're -"

Seraphina was about to start cursing the boy out when a voice cut her off.

"Ah Seraphina Lucifer, I see you have met our newest pupil Lee Haechan, he will be joining in your time slot from now on as we don't have enough room to fit him in elsewhere. Please don't start any trouble, you know what happened last time." The teacher sent a pointed look her way, before collecting her stuff and leaving the room; leaving a livid Seraphina and an amused Haechan.

The boy picked up his bag and turned towards the girl, making sure to get s good look at her face, so that he could make sure to stay clear of her. Her attitude pissing him off, he wanted to make sure he could avoid her presence whenever dance wasn't involved. He was surprised to find that he thought she was in fact breath takingly beautiful. Dark brown hair cascaded down her back in light waves, and her bangs framed her face nicely as they curved on either side of her face. Her eyes were so dark, they almost looked black and cat-like as the light eyeliner she wore gave them a more oval shape. A flush of pink bloomed amongst her cheeks however he could still make out the many freckles she had which littered around her nose and cheeks. He looked down towards her lips, they were a deep shade of pink, full and plump, but he could tell that she bit them too much from the very evident redness below her bottom lip.

Once realising he'd stared a bit too long, he couldn't help but look away, cheeks flushed that he found her attractive. He sighed, it was unfortunate that her personality outshined it.

" Don't worry princess  you can stare at me more another time, I've got a lesson to get to."

She let out a low growl, burning holes into the boy's side as he sauntered off towards the door.

Pausing before he walked out, he turned around.

"Oh and one more thing. Don't miss me too much, you'll be seeing a lot of me princess so you better get that temper of yours under control."

He left with a light chuckle, eyes gleaming with mischief as he went onto his next period.

The girl was speechless, that's for sure. Fist scrunched up at her sides, wanting nothing more than to hit the boy right in that pretty face of his. She knew one thing for sure, as of this day.

She hated Lee Haechan.

#haechan #lee donghyuck #lee hacehan #nct #nct dream donghyuck #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct donghyuck #nctdream #demon #angels #demons #angels and demons #demon au #fallen angel #devil

[bumblesimagines]

The Wolf Pack

Part 6

Request: Yes or No

(Y/N) entered the bar, glancing at Blu who pointed up. He jogged up the stairs, scanning the hall for Penny's room with a confused Malachai following close behind. He slammed her door open causing the blonde to jump a bit.

"Jesus.." She held her chest, looking at them.

"What are you gonna do with it?"

"What am I gonna do with it?!"

"Are you gonna abort it or some shit?!"

"Abort it? Penny, are you pregnant?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do! It's my child!"

"Which is why I'm asking!"

"What the fuck is going on?!"

"Shut the hell up!" The three flinched and looked at Mama Kenna.

"Sorry, Mama Kenna." They whispered. Mama Kenna sighed.

"What's the problem?"

"Penny's pregnant-"

"Congrats."

"-And she doesn't know what she's gonna do with it." (Y/N) said. Malachai crossed his arms, still surprised.

"Well, who's the father?" Mama Kenna asked. Penny opened and closed her mouth.

"I don't know.. It could be (Y/N)." She replied.

"Or Malachai."

"What?" Mama Kenna and (Y/N) said in unison, looking at Malachai.

"Can't be mine. The first and only time I slept with her was when we met." Malachai raised his hands.

"Yeah, but I only just found out. Women don't really start showing until the fourth or fifth month." Penny reminded.

"Hopefully it's yours, I don't need another child." (Y/N) mumbled, earning a slap to the back of the head. He hissed, rubbing the spot. Mama Kenna rolled her eyes.

"We'll go visit the doctor later, sweetheart. Are there any other possible fathers?" Mama Kenna asked. Penny shrugged.

"Yeah but he's a Serpent."

"Jesus Christ, Penny.." (Y/N) mumbled.

"Don't act as if you haven't slept with one before." Mama Kenna said.

"Both of you should stop sleeping around." Malachai said with a shrug. The two glared at him. Malachai grinned, swooping in and pecking (Y/N)'s lips.

"A DNA test will solve this right away. You should probably tell the Serpent that he could be a possible father." Mama Kenna said, motioning for her to come so they could go to the doctors.

"How come you don't want another kid?"

"Nadya is as clingy as you and it makes the whole Alpha think more complicated." (Y/N) explained, crossing his arms. Malachai hummed, hugging him from behind. (Y/N) gave the wall a hard stare.

"You're tense as fuck, babe." Malachai said, littering the side of his face with kisses.

"Just wondering how I'm gonna take care of things."

(Y/N) watched from his car as Penny walked along the sidewalk with a bag from the gas station. A masked guy came up behind her and started to repeatedly stab her with a hand over her mouth. (Y/N) drummed his fingers against his steering wheel. He started up the car, driving away as he saw two Ghoulies running over to help.

"Pretty brutal, don't you think?" Blu asked.

"She was starting to get annoying plus it's an excuse to start a gang war." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Good thing that ex of hers really didn't want the baby." (Y/N) added. Blu sighed, looking forward. (Y/N) glanced at the dogtag dangling from his rearview mirror with the words 'Little Bird' on it.

(Y/N) smiled gently, taking the newborn from Sana. Nadya cooed, calming down once she was in her fathers arms.

"Hello, little bird." He whispered. Nadya opened her (E/C) eyes, peering up at him. The only person he would ever truly love was looking up at him.

(Y/N) pulled up to the bar, getting out of his car. (Y/N) leaned against his car, taking out a pack of cigarettes. He looked up when Malachai exited the bar as Blu entered. (Y/N) put the cigarette away.

"What's wrong, Mal?"

"One of the boys called.. Penny got stabbed and..." Malachai mumbled curses under his breath, wrapping his arms around him.

"She was declared dead at the scene." Malachai whispered, burying his head in his neck.

"Those fucking Serpents..." Malachai hugged him tighter. (Y/N) frowned, hugging him as his phone vibrated. He took it out, glancing at the texts. One annoyance down.

"Do they know who it was?" (Y/N) asked softly, leaning back and cupping his face in his hands.

"Some guy... He turned himself in and confessed right there that he did it." Malachai replied.

"Come on, babe. You need to sleep.. We'll figure everything out in the morning." (Y/N) cooed. Malachai nodded, following (Y/N) inside and up to his room. He lied down with Malachai, running his hand through his hair until he was asleep. (Y/N) liked Malachai. Killing him would be a pain and (Y/N) wanted a boytoy around.

"You'll be okay, Mal." He whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. (Y/N) felt the grip around his waist tighten as Malachai buried his face into his chest.

(Y/N) adjusted his mask as he heard motorcycles. He slid off his hood, glancing at Malachai who stayed in the car. Jughead and FP parked their bikes, meeting (Y/N) halfway.

"We had-"

"Save it, Jughead, I wanna talk to the real King." (Y/N) sneered.

"Last night Penny was attacked by a Serpent. A pregnant woman was attacked by one of yours." (Y/N) shoved FP who almost fell because of his injured leg.

"We had no idea he was gonna do that. We didn't know she was pregnant either." FP said, sighing. Jughead swallowed.

"Why don't we do a truce-"

"Too late for one." (Y/N) sighed deeply, hearing Malachai's voice. He could already feel Blu's apologetic gaze.

"You fucked with a Ghoulie, Jones. You declared a fucking war the moment that guy planned it out." Malachai hissed, glaring at them. (Y/N) cocked his head.

"Do you want us to take the Northside? Make it our territory? Litter it with more drugs and weapons? You may have Katniss on your side but not everyone knows how to shoot arrows." (Y/N) tapped his bat against the ground.

"There's no eye for an eye in this one unless you're willingly to sacrifice the life of another Serpent."

"You can take someone. Not kill them but taking them onto your side will feel-"

"Penny died in a pool of her own blood, you think trading a dumb little Serpent is gonna do anything?" (Y/N) questioned. FP sighed.

"(Y/N), half of our gang is gone. They either switched sides or left Riverdale, we-"

"Stop being a gang. Disband. Become inactive, I don't give a shit but the Southside Serpents will be known as a myth. Either that or a war you'll lose." (Y/N) offered.

"That would mean no more drugs, no more going around in bike gangs, no more pocket knives, no more dumb gang tattoos. You can choose that or spill blood, take your pick. You know every Serpent that's left will run for the hills if you choose to go to war, Jones, so make it easy on yourself." (Y/N) watched the two go into deep thought.

"If it's a war you want, a war you'll get." FP said.

"Dad-"

"Seems like you need to talk it over so you have until tomorrow at four. If you don't show up, we'll raid the trailer park and give any Serpents there the option to join us or die loyal." (Y/N) said, stepping back and turning around. He heard a grunt behind him.

"Let's go, Malachai!" He called, opening his car door. (Y/N) noticed Jughead on the ground, holding his face and Malachai walking over with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"This will be interesting..."

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[monst]

T’is the season Day 26

Day 26 Picking up a giant mess

         I haven't written for my home girl yet!?!?! Bruhh I'm so disappointed in myself 😕. Tsuyu is a doll💕 how the fuck haven't I written something for her.

Asui Tsuyu 

It was the day after the big night and when you and Asui woke you were surprised by the amount of trash that had accumulated. Asui had told you the previous night that it would be in your best interests to clean up a bit however you had told her that it was ‘fine’. And, as you looked at the mess you realized that it wasn’t fine. As a matter of fact you regretted inviting all of your previous classmates over. 

With a huff you grabbed a clear trash bag to recycle all of the wrappings. You weren’t happy at the amount of litter in your living room. 

“Oh let’s have a party! And, let's combine all our gifts to have them under our tree!” You mocked. “Who’s great idea was that!” You huffed.

“Kiru, It was yours (Name)-chan.” She pointed out. 

“I know but argh! Did they have to tear the wrappers like some sort of zombies!??!?!” You picked up various tiny pieces of gift wrap and held it up to her. “Look. Someone totally made confetti out of this on purpose. How the hell are we gonna pick all this up? We should call them to clean up their mess!”

Asui ignored your rant and wordlessly motioned to the vacuum. Your cheeks felt hot at your slight dumb moment. And you let out a quiet ‘oh’ at the realization that the smaller pieces could just be vacuumed. As you cleaned you recalled how fun last night's events were. The both of you hadn’t met up with all your friends in quite a long time. Everyone was either busy with their new families or hero work. 

It was a miracle everyone one was able to meet up and at your shared home with Asui no less. Speaking of the green haired amphibian girl you noticed that she was picking up the gift wrap in an amusing way and couldn’t help but to comment on it. 

“Tsu-chan your gonna get a paper cut that way.” You chided with a smile. 

“My tongue is fine Kiru.” She replied shooting it out to grab another santa wrapper. You watched as she tossed it in the bag she held. It as then that you got the idea. The idea to have some fun while you cleaned. Just as Asui’s tongue was going to reach another one you swiped it up. When her tongue slurped back into her mouth she gave you a questioning glance. 

You ignored her stare in favor of acting coy. By the third time it happened she had caught on to your ruse. Afterwards the both of you raced to pick the most. You’d steal her catch and, at times she’d swipe them right as you were tossing them into your own plastic bag. You were both breathless running around the living room exclaiming and laughing at each other’s actions. 

At one point you tossed a couch cushion at her in order to distract her. When the pillow missed it’s mark she stretched out her tongue to trip you. You fell onto the sofa with a laugh using the previously bagged gift wrap as ammo when she began to advance. She retaliated with ammo from her own bag until you were both grasping at nothing inside the empty sacks. 

Just as you were going to reach for another pillow her tongue caught your hand and she hopped towards you. In once graceful hop she was on top of you attacking your sides with wiggling fingers. You squealed begging for mercy. 

“Ahahah! O-okay okay you win!!” You laughed as her fingers relented. For good measure you took her larger hands in yours and entwined your fingers squeezing her palms gently. You both had smiled sewn across your lips as you tried to regain your breaths. You bumped your head against hers staring into her big expressive eyes. 

She leaned into you with a soft ‘kiru’ and you grinned kissing the tip of her nose only to pull back and watch as her face erupted in a blush. You laughed at her bashful expression; your giggles cutting short when her soft lips met yours. When she pulled away you beamed at her pulling her into a hug that was quickly returned. You both laid in each others arms basking in each other’s presence until Asui spoke. 

“Kiru, You know we just messed up the place again right?”

“I guess that means we can play that game again.”

“Not if it’s going to make us have to clean up again kiru.” 

“.....Good point.” 

#Amari's TDS #bnha ficmas #Asui tsuyu #asui x reader #asui tsuyu x reader #tsuyu x reader #tsu-chan #bnha fluff #Sorry this is a bit late :P #Lmaoo ya can tell I watch it subbed :D

[shawnpetermuffins]

I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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Kinda_yourname

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Kinda_yourname Cabo sunsets >>>> anything else

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It may have only been a week, but I'm missing it here! 😭

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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Heavy In Your Arms

Location: 111 Arden, 6C Date: February 14th, 2017 Availability: @posthumanchaos

A transcript that should have been posted ages ago; here, have some Valentine’s fluff love in a bathtub.

Crowley hovered at the door to Magda's, fingers wrapped tightly around a bottle of Moët & Chandon Rosé Imperial. Running her tongue over her bottom lip, she inhaled quietly and lifted a hand to knock on her neighbor's door. The text conversation with the woman had left her wanting more but she wasn't quite sure how the evening was going to go. It was an understatement to say that Crowley didn't like to beat around the bush.

Magda had barely slept the night before, given Crowley the space she'd offered, but the running in circles her brain had done wouldn't be turned off, not even when she let loose clouds of smoke that should have gotten her high enough to eat stars. She wouldn't be surprised if Crowley had noticed the smell out the window well into the night, insomniac as she'd been. All that aside, she knew how to primp and preen, so that when Crowley knocked, Magda looked as amazing as if she'd bathed in the blood of virgins, a tentative smile on her face. "Hey," she said softly to allow her in, not sure what else to say just yet, fighting the urge to touch her but also tortured with not knowing if that was indecent.

Crowley was far past wolf whistling every time that she saw Magda - seeing her dance had taken all of that from her. Still, she was beautiful. More breathtaking than the scent of marijuana in the air. Her lips curved into a reproving grin, clicking her tongue in disapproval. "Lighting up without me? Simply rude." In comparison to her, Crowley was sporting the usual ripped jeans and loose white t-shirt. Still, she was oddly not intimidated by Magda's looks in comparison to hers. They were as different as the sun and moon, but perhaps that is what made it so intoxicating for Crowley?

Magda shook her head; "It was from last night," she amended as she ushered Crowley in and closed the door behind her. She didn't want the other girl to think she was high now—this was too—much—to be unclear about. Taking the champagne from Crowley, she hesitantly kissed her on the cheek before leading her to the master bath. To be fair, there was no non-master bath, only the one, what she gave up in kitchen she'd gained in tub space and that was fine by her. Putting the champagne in the sink filled with ice, next to it was a pop-up table with a massage bar and strawberries, a flute glass and a rocks glass, and Jack green label. The bath was run, it smelled of rose oil and had bubbled, and Magda dropped the silk robe she'd been wearing.

Crowley wandered after Magda, eyes dropping down to sway of the woman's hips. Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she followed her into the bathroom and couldn't help but gaze at the extravagance of her bathroom. Crowley wasn't one for baths, she preferred to stand as the water rained down on the scars and marks of her body. She found that baths couldn't get the knots out of her shoulders as well. Crowley eyed the Jack green label, itching to go to the bottle first but then Magda dropped her robe and Crowley's eyes were drawn to her body again. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen but life and warmth radiated from Magda. She followed suit in pulling off her clothes, dropping her white t-shirt on the ground and her jeans soon followed. Black lace in the form of her bra and under soon topped the pillow before Crowley pulled the hair tie from her hair, dark curls spilling over her shoulders.

Magda's hands instinctively went to Crowley's hips, drinking in the sight of her, the dark curls against the pale skin, a contrast that was almost uncomfortable but wound up beautiful, the kind of divine terror of beauty that things had who had lived. She liked that Crowley lived, was as dedicated to living—even after death—as Magda had been for so long. The sharpness of her torso drew Magda in, so she was kissing the lines of them and then actually had to physically step back. They had too many unanswered questions. Magda gave Crowley a view of her back as she popped the champagne and opened the bottle, pouring a portion for each. She offered Crowley a glass before settling into the porcelain tub, eyes vibrant and humming for last evening's thoughts.

Crowley wasn't ashamed of her body. She was all sharp angles instead of curves, the definition of heroin chic, with scars littered over her body. All proof that she had survived in a world like hers. Crowley didn't shy away from people and she was more comfortable naked than most but she couldn't help but tense when Magda kissed the lines of her torso, perfectly still in response to the redhead's gentle touches. Magda managed to steal the breath of someone already dead. As she drew back, Crowley moved to pick up the flute, the shadows of her winged tattoo almost shifting in the light.  She joined Magda in the tub but settled into the opposite side, green eyes fixed on amber ones.

After a swig of champagne and a shaky breath, she grasped the edge of the porcelain with her free hand to steady her nerves, and broke the silence that their chemistry created. "So... you had the night," she started, her eyes dropping from the intensity of their locked gaze, studying the bubbles instead, the patterns they made, to soothe herself. "What exactly makes you think you would put me in more, and not less, danger?"

Crowley lifted a hand from the water, dragging her finger tips across the surface to create ripples. One simple touch and the entire water was disturbed. She pressed her tongue against one of her canines before speaking. "You're the prophet, Mags. It's its own death sentence. Meanwhile, I run in circles with demons like Belial and Satan and you've been in contact with both. You don't think either will fuck with you more just to fuck with me?" She leaned back. "Yeah, I'm an unranking demon but for how long? It's the rapture, we all have opportunities."

Magda chortled in the bath tub, the sort of laugh that had the champagne bubbles buzzing through her nose. "Fuck with ME to fuck with YOU? Somehow, I think it's more likely the inverse." She moved her eyes to the ceiling, studying the tile, the cracks at the edges, thinking that nothing in this life is easy or perfect—or any other life for that matter. "It is its own death sentence." She continued to avoid Crowley's eyes. "I'm the one who predicted Revelation, so I know." That's something she hadn't told anyone outside the Nephilim. It had been her prophecy, but she'd been a woman—so, it belonged to John instead. "I like the Sinners. I don't mind demons. Belial's never touched me, I have severe issues with the one. And like you said—there are opportunities. If you rose in rank, you'd be equals—less able to be fucked with and..." she paused slowly, "better able to protect me, not worse off."

"How condescending you can be, Magda but you're not wrong. No doubt they'd fuck with me to fuck with you." Crowley commented, lifting the flute to her lips. She sipped the champagne and let Magda speak, waiting patiently for her to continue. In truth, it rankled her how Magda spoke to her at times but Crowley often ignored that feeling. It made sense that she had predicted Revelation and it also made sense how that could have weighed down on Magda. "Us demons are not the protect type that the angels are. Even Raziel and Shibah gotta look out for themselves sometimes. The others don't give a damn about hurting me or treasured ones. You think there's a reason I don't got a cat? God knows Satan would skin it alive." As for Abaddon...well... "The keyword is 'if'. If I rise, hell yeah, we can get a demon prince condo but if I failed, then what? I fail and I get punished. I can deal with physical pain. I can deal with it well." Her mind threatened to travel back but she forced it to the present. "Emotional pain doesn't heal as easily, which I'm sure you know."

Magda's brows furrowed and she frowned, eyes flicking to Crowley's and meeting again for the first time in this part of their conversation. "I don't mean to be condescending, I'm sorry. I'm—still trying to regain my footing. But you make me feel more like my old self than anything does. I don't know what to do with this hole I don't know how to fill. I haven't felt like that since I was a child, and I gave myself that back. I don't know how to give myself this." She waved her hand, dismissive of her vulnerability. "Doesn't matter now." Magda tilted her head, gaze intent. "'You demons'—as if you're all the same, when we both know that's not the case. Like angels, you are what you make yourselves—probably better at it, honestly." A pause. "Babylon has those she protects. I think you have a soft spot for some people, too. I think it could be in you, if you wanted it to be." If there was a reason enough—but was Mags that reason? "But anyway, this isn't about protection. I don't need that from you, I was just saying I don't think —us—puts us in any more danger. If you want an us." Her eyes burned brightly, wanting the short-stop reality Crowley gave, wanting the real feeling of her, not the facade but the unadulterated soul that she was, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. "It doesn't, but if the world is ending, I'd rather end it with you. I haven't—you're—" she looked away, finally, flustered. A poet at a loss for words. "It's worth it to me, if I'm worth it to you. But I can't halfass it. I can't live another part of my life like a shadowy half-life, not fully here, not fully gone. I don't know if—" if she could handle it? if she wanted to handle it? if she wanted anything like that? God, how did they get here, from just asking to spend Valentine's Day night. But Magda would rather know, would rather figure out just how many eggs to put in this basket.

It was Crowley's turn to look away, toward the entrance and away from the tragic figure sitting across from her in the bathtub. Don't count on me to fill that hole, Red. Magda had far too many expectations of Crowley but it didn't spook the demon, it only made her chest ache for when Magda realized how misplaced her faith was. She reached out from the bathtub and set the flute down on the pop-up table, shifting through the water - with great difficulty and no poise - to place both of her pale hands on Magda's cheeks, cupping the soft skin. Seriousness didn't suit Crowley but she wanted to be sure when it came to Magda. "I want you, Red. I'm not a coward and I'm no stranger to pain. Abaddon, Satan, Belial, I can handle them." She'd slit their throats with her grail if need be. If the situation called for it. "I will give you all you ask and all and you desire of me and want the same in turn but can you be with a demon, Magda? I'm not human anymore. I do bad things and continue to do bad things and I will not lie to you about them. I can't lie about who or what I am just like you can't lie about who or what you are. If you're okay with that, then I'm okay with anything else. I can deal with the demons and the angels. Lord knows your pitbull Russian angel won't let anything else happen to you." She paused but kept her gaze on Magda's. "Whatever Lucifer asks of me though, I need to see it through. If he asks anything at all." She doubted he would but she wouldn't let Magda go forward without knowing.

Magda didn't know what to expect, but she didn't expect the tenderness shown her, the crossing of the tub and the hands on her face, softened by the water but still vaguely rough and calloused from guitar and any number of things, the gesture comforting. The touches Magda had received had all been so rough recently—wanted and unwanted both. Tenderness seemed something they reserved for... something deeper, and Magda blinked slowly, letting the droplets of water make rivulets on her face, feeling their softness, and wondered if this was deeper. "I want you too, Crow," Magda said softly. "I don't want a different version of you. If you don't lie to me, don't betray me, and just love me—in time—that's all I can ask." She nodded, understanding—not fully, but enough—about Lucifer. When there was a God, she'd be beholden to him almost the same. At least half of her had free will. "And we'll—we'll just see? Nothing's stone, and stone can shatter. This isn't a back out, or a halfass. This is room to breathe. So I don't—" she bit her lip. "So I don't weigh you down too much. So heavy in your arms," she quoted, only half joking.

"You're light as air, Mags." Crowley murmured back, tone gentle as she leaned froward to place a soft kiss on her forehead. She knew Magda was trying to joke, to lighten the mood but Crowley was dead serious as she spoke. Being with Magda wasn't difficult for it, it didn't weigh her down or make her exstential, it soothed her. It both calmed the hurricane and fed her desire for chaos. "I won't lie or betray you. One thing I'm good at is being honest with who I am." She had never been so sure of herself. Becoming a demon had solidified her identity. "I'm more than okay with you being my girlfriend. Not a back out, or a half's but it's there if that's what you feel like being called. Or you can be called my superb lady friend, whatever you wanna call it." She teased.

Magda's eyes fluttered closed to fully feel the sensation of the kiss on her forehead, the light pressure warm against the cooling water, sending a little shiver down her spine as she smiled. When she opened her eyes again, she reached for Crowley, her hand grazing the side of the demon's face, touching where her cheekbone ran beneath her eye, tracing her jawline with affection and depth of seeing. She appreciated the sentence—the sentiment—but just hoped their hopes would be enough. Magda maintained it was worth trying before dying. She seemed to get on better with most divine than she did humans—what would come, would come. "I love that about you," Magda said, soft as a water ripple. Crowley was upfront, upshot—she loved the reality of her. At the end, Magda laughed: "What if I want to be your girlfriend, but also your superb lady friend?" Magda had remained perfectly still when Crowley had kissed her forehead so the demon returned the favor, staying relaxed and calm as Magda's touch trailed along the side of her face, her skin heating up wherever Magda dragged her fingertip. Still, she couldn't help the grin that split her face as Magda spoke, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah, well, I found out that it was easier to be real when I was human and it only carried over into hell." Of course, it wasn't to say that Crowley didn't keep a few things close to her chest but for the most part, she was what she appeared to be - a fun-loving, violence-seeking demon with a penchant for destruction and chaos. "I mean, they're not mutually exclusive, I'm down for you being both." "Of course," Magda replied with a laugh, thinking of the chain of events. "Naturally you would be chosen, given that outlook," the Prophet teased, in truth, knowing nothing of Lucifer's intentions nor selection process, but if it had been her, of course she would have chosen Crowley—but Magda was biased. It was hard to touch Crowley's face so gently and not touch more. "Both is always better," she said, and then, still lost in the softness and the restraint, quoted Winterson, "'To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand.'" Then Magda's hand dropped, almost sheepishly, and she blushed. In truth, Crowley wasn't exatly sure why she was chosen. She'd never asked and he had never really explained. Out of all the people in the world, he had chosen a junkie who had walked into an early grave. She could understand his turning of Babylon. Look what she had become - Mother of Prostitutes and Abombinations. Then again, she had a few years on Crowley but still, she wondered on those rare nights she dared to become introspective. Presently, she peered at Magda, green gaze fixed on that entrancing face as Magda quoted someone that Crowley probably never would have heard of. Crowley caught Magda's dropped hand and gently placed it back on her face, nodding in approval. "If anyone's voice has to bring on the rapture, I'm glad it's yours."

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