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noxsoulmate · 9 months

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💞 Of Lizards, Love & Laundry 💞

🦎 Carlos Reyes and the Journey of Becoming a Lizard Papa 🦎

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star Author: noxsoulmate | Artist: paxdracona Read on ao3 | View art on ao3

Chapters: 1-3/9 | Word Count: 4309 | Rating: Mature | Warnings/Tags: canon compliant, Lou II is the Houdini of Lizards, how Lou II makes his Papa love him, a story told in 7+2 parts, Carlos is so done, but TK knows how to condition his man, sex and spicy food, bribery, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, fluff and humor, Carlos loves TK, so he puts up with the reptile in their loft, until he starts to love the little monster as well

Inspired by @paxdracona's amazing art

Created for the @911reversebang

Summary:

“TK, your lizard got out. Again.”

Lou II might just be the Houdini of lizards, an escape artist par excellence – but he’s also TK’s emotional support lizard, so how could Carlos not start to like the little monster? It certainly has nothing to do with TK’s ways of bribery or attempts at conditioning him, and more with the fact that Lou II is just… growing on him. Even if that means loads and loads of extra laundry.

OR: Carlos Reyes and the Journey of Becoming a Lizard Papa, told in 7+2 parts

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I cannot thank @paxdracona enough for this wonderful collaboration 🥰 It started out as a simple "okay, I think I have enough ideas to make this a short 5+1 fic" and then became so much more, thanks to cute Bearded Dragon videos, funny Insta posts, lots of talking and laughing and plotting, and just the generally amazing art Pax created for every little snippet I sent her way. Pax, this was a delight and I would collaborate with you again each and every single time 🦎 (also, we should both adopt a beardie now...)

Sneak peek and more art under the cut:

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Carlos will forever deny the high-pitched scream that leaves him the moment he opens the drawer to pull out a fresh pair of socks. What he won’t deny though, is the fact that his soul definitely left his body in that moment.

He can already hear footsteps running towards the bedroom, his fiancé’s worried, “Babe?!?” echoing around the loft – and still, he can’t stop himself from putting his emotions into one frustrated yell of, “TK!!”

“I’m here, I’m here,” TK calls back, skidding to a halt in the doorway, using the door frame to stop his sprint. “What happened? What? Are you hurt?!”

Carlos tries not to explode at him, he truly does, so he simply glares at him with all the rage he feels and points to the drawer, pressing out through clenched teeth, “Your monster got free.”

TK, in all honesty, seems to light up as he steps over to the dresser and reaches into the drawer. “Oh, hey baby, hi. There you are. Hi.”

Something about that comment strikes Carlos as odd and he sucks in a deep breath, frustration rising, when he realizes what it is. “You knew he was out?”

At least TK has the decency to look sheepish while cradling the little monster to his chest. “He might’ve gotten away while I cleaned his terrarium earlier today.”

Carlos lets that information sink in for a moment, remembering how overly excited TK greeted him about half an hour ago when Carlos got home from his shift. How he seemed slightly breathless and waved it away as just being done with some workout but still had declined to share the shower with Carlos, claiming some tidying up he wanted to do.

That lying little…

“And you didn’t tell me?” Carlos accuses to which TK almost reflexively replies, “I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“TK!”

And, yeah, that argument sounds eerily familiar.

Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to think about the fact that he walked around the loft – mainly the bathroom and bedroom – naked while this little monster was running around. Or, worse yet, getting all his germs over Carlos’ clothes.

He points a finger at TK, giving him his strongest Officer Reyes glare. “It’s your turn to do the laundry and every single one of my socks will be in that machine, do you hear me?”

“Of course,” TK promises right away. “I’ll just… wash everything in that dresser, okay?”

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#tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star #noxy writes #7+2 fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #Lou II #lou the second #canon compliant #with amazing art #amazing art included in the fic

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pinksirensong · 2 years

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THE ADDAMS FAMILY (FINALE)

Y/N was indeed very familiar with hospitals, but more often than not she was usually the one who put people there and not the contrary. It was strange being surrounded by nurses and a doctor fussing over her injure.

- Are you in any pain? – the doctor asked.

- Is it an unbearable one? – she heard Wednesday’s voice.

- Yes, to both. Very enjoyable. – her head turned in the direction of the doctor. - You can tighten it more. – his eyes shinned in recognition.

- I know you! You are Y/N Addams!

- Yes, and you are John Myer. – he did tighten her bandage, way more than necessary and it made her groan a little of pleasure from the pain that it caused. The doctor, John, now shifted his attention to Morpheus, who was at her side since they got there.

- This pest would put me and my friends here all the time. I shouldn’t even be helping this nightmare.

- I was always fond of this particular nickname. Nightmare. How fitting. – Y/N ignored the fact that the man mas clearly trying to make her beloved leave her, like all those nasty things would surprise him. Although he did indeed look surprised to know this piece of information.

- Nightmare? – she knew that Dream’s question wasn’t anything bad, but for the man it was a way for him to try harder to ruin the life of the person he hated very much since his childhood.

- That’s what we called her. She was a nightmare to us, still is it seems. Once she threw piranhas at the school pool and it ate our flesh.

- Barely, they were well feed and don’t eat just anything. It was merely a scare, but you and your friends were never good at learning the lesson, if I remember correctly. – one more tug, like the pain wasn’t something she enjoyed since forever. How silly of that man, thinking that he knew her and worst, that he knew her Dream.

- You were the kid crying at the ambulance? – now it was her father, Gomez, who approached them. – Oh, Morticia, cara mia, I told you I knew that face. He is the boy who was covered in blood but not a single scratch.

- Wuss. – Wednesday whispered, but not low enough.

- Excuse me. – John stood up and faced the Addams family. – There is not a single person in this town who likes this fucking nightmare, she’s the story we tell children, so they behave. You’re all freaks, it’s no wonder how she became this way. – Y/N could feel how irritated Morpheus was yet seeing her family and herself not caring about a word that man said made him calm down enough to not do something right now, but yet she was sure John would never have a good night of sleep ever again. Perhaps she would now really be a real nightmare and haunt his dreams every night.

- I also put fake blood at the piping. A lot of people went home covered in red. What a delight it was. - she came down from the bed she was sitting and linked her arm with Dream’s.

- My little nightmare always made us so proud. – Gomez said smiling, just like his wife. Knowing that he couldn’t achieve what he wanted, the doctor said she was good to know and left. After Morpheus insisted on taking her home, to the Dreaming, she bid farewell to her family and promised to come back soon to see how they were and forbade Wednesday of using her crossbow inside the house again. Now they were back at their home, specifically at their shared bedroom for he insisted that she should rest more. They stood in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence.

- So…little nightmare? – he was the one who spoke first, the king was laying with her on the bed, they were facing each other, and his hand was caressing her face.

- Yes, there are many stories of how this nickname came not only to exist but also to stick ever since then. Does it change anything for you, what you learned today? – deep down it worried her, because he was not only the king of dreams but also the personification of hope and she loved every part of him, the good and the bad. Y/N wished he loved every part of her too. – We are a very protective family, we love deeply too. I would die for you, my dream, but I would also burn the world down for you too. I can not change the intensity of my love nor would I if given the chance. I am an Addams and that shall never change. So, I must ask you, for the first and last time, if you want me as I am or if we should follow different paths from now on?

- My love, do you truly believe I would be foolish to let you go? I love you with such intensity that even thinking about being apart from you hurts not only me but the Dreaming. – she smiled at his words, he always knew what to say and when to say. – And I always certain you would be a wonderful Queen of Nightmares. – Morpheus closed the space between them and kissed her. – My queen.

- The King of Dreams and the Queen of Nightmares, it seems that we complete each other. – it was like no matter how close they were it was never enough, her hands were now tangled in his hair and his were pulling her closer by her hips. – For as long as you want me I am yours, Dream of the Endless. – she brushed her lips with his not kissing but still close to feel his breathing.

- Until the day I cease to exist I shall want and love you and until that day I am yours as much as you are mine. – it was a promise of not only an endless life with him by his side, but to also rule his realm one day with him and share every part of their lives. It was a promise of eternal love, something that not even death could take from them. It was a promise of tomorrow, the day after that and all the others to face the good and the bad. Together they could face anything, and Morpheus showed her all night how much meant it. A wedding, a coronation and an extension of the family would soon come, but all in due time.

a/n: aaaaand it's over, it was short but also so fun to write! Thank you all who enjoyed it! From now on I'm taking requests for bonus chapters of this story (although there are already some thoughts in my head kkkkk).

tag list: @asexualaromosafezone @jesllianaquilesrolon @andieperrie18 @pearlstiare

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #the addams family

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mari-lair · 8 months

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Wip of the next chapter of 'I'll just invite (you) myself'. This one is an oldie.

Word Count: 2,2K

Ship: Terukane

“Honourable Manager” Akane greeted once Hanako picked up the phone, “There is a delivery for you, come get it.”

“For little old me?” Hanako sounded a bit suspicious but still audibly delighted “How exciting! I’ve been so busy lately, can you deliver it to me?”

“No-”

“Wonderful, I’ll expect you here soon!” And the line dropped.

Akane’s eye twitched but he still flew to his manager’s room, knocking on his door and being greeted a few seconds later “Hello, Akane-kun~”

“It’s Aoi to you.” He corrected, giving him the letter.

“But we have known each other for so long!” Hanako insisted, his pout dropping once he touched the letter. The vampire blinked, growing a bit nervous after giving it a proper look “...This has the Minamoto symbol on it.”

“And?”

“They kill monsters.”

“Not my letter, not my problem” Akane waved him off, teleporting back to his desk. His body got heavier at the abuse of his small magic reserves but he ignored it, having been through worse.

Time passed slowly, Akane got so absorbed rewriting the hotel documents in non-cursive handwriting he was surprised to hear Hanako’s voice when he automatically grabbed the ringing phone “Hello again, my dear clerk! Turn out you’re already caught up with your work! You’re such a hard worker.” He cooed “You earned yourself a break~”

Akane blinked, surprised Teru’s stunt actually worked, if he were honest he kind of expected Hanako to freak out but keep giving him work regardless, the vampire has always been a fan of pushing his luck.

“...Does that mean I can stop rewriting these?”

“Sure, leave them in my bedroom.”

Okay…?

Akane stared at the document he was working on, the page half in cursive, half not, and decided to at least finish this page before dropping it on Hanako’s door.

He waited for a trick but there was no surprise call after dropping the documents on Hanako’s desk.

Maybe… He really got a break.

Akane smiled a bit, going to his bedroom and falling face first on his sweet bed, hoping to fall asleep right away from fatigue but still wide awake, thinking about his eventful day.

Aoi and Teru know each other now. Teru would take them with him if he manages to run away. Teru trusts him.

He had convinced himself Teru only trusted him with his soul because of the lack of options at first, but now he wasn’t so sure. Teru seems far fonder of fairies than demons, he should be telling everything to Aoi, and yet, there was a hint of wariness with Aoi, refusing to disclose the goal behind his visit with her. He should have been eager to put all his trust in her if options were all he needed.

Teru isn’t plain crazy, he genuinely trusts Akane.

The more he stared at the ceiling, the more restless he felt.

He had been too tired to realize at the time, but when he went to his room he hasn’t felt weak either. Teru did not take the charm for evil down, paranoid as he is, so he must have gone out of his way to give Akane immunity.

It didn’t make sense. Teru doesn’t make sense.

“Aoi-chan!” He flew to her side, finally having free time after a nice 4 hours of sleep “Good morning!”

“Morning Akane-kun” She smiled “How have you and your master been?”

“Good, the honorable manager gave me a break, and my master must still be asleep.” he better be, humans need more than 4 hours of sleep “So I can stay with you!”

“Wonderful,” She smiled “Do you want to brush my hair? It’s been a while since I changed it up”

“Of course!” His tail wagged “Do you want a hairstyle in specific or to just brush?”

“Twin braids would be nice.”

“Sure! Let’s go outside, I’ll go get a brush and a few hair ties”

There are no sunny days in the Ghost Hotel, sometimes it feels as if there is no sun at all, but the clouds varied. Today the mist was thin, and the sky was a lighter shade of grey, making the surroundings less gloomy than usual.

They sat down under a dead tree, the grass damp from the neverending mist.

Aoi-chan is a good friend, she always appreciates and cherishes him, but she will never fall in love. He has read enough books on fairies after accidentally disrespecting her name to understand that they are creatures born of pure magic, incapable of romance or lust, his love is destined to remain one-sided forever.

Akane gently brushed his best friend’s hair, unable to stop the wave of affection and devotion he felt when her wings playfully fluttered, messing her half-done braid and forcing him to start again from scratch, needing it to be perfect.

She can’t even ask ‘would you stay a bit longer?’ without playing games. She’s such a haughty fairy, no amount of pastel frills and cute smiles could hide it.

It’s strange, how difficult she can get, yet how easy it is to love her. Truthfully, he is no longer hurt that she’ll never love him back, for as long as she stays entertained by his affection, he’ll keep playing the lovesick fool, giving his heart on a platter time and time again.

“Akane-kun?”

“Yes?” He asked, brushing her hair and measuring her soft strands, making sure the braid was symmetrical.

“Do you think your master can do it?” She kept staring ahead, her voice serene.

He understood her question right away, remembering only one of Teru’s offers had been able to catch her attention “He’s our best chance. If he can’t get us out of this cursed place, I frankly don’t know who would.”

“You trust him.”

“Yes,” It wasn’t a question but he confirmed anyway, surprised by how easy it was to answer “...My master isn’t an easy person, frankly, he can be very cruel, but he keeps his word. If he said he’ll get us out of here, he’ll do it.”

Her wings tensed up but she still sounded calm “I see.” She tucked her legs to her chest “You’ve been outside before, do you like it?”

“I do” He softened “Trust me when I say a clear sunrise is magical” He imagined her flying far away from this dreary hotel, feeling light “I know a nice beach in the living world with the prettiest view! Have you ever been to a beach, Aoi-chan?”

“No.” She said, “I heard it’s a big lake near the sand?”

“It’s more than a big lake;” He chuckled fondly, his tail lazily swinging in the grass “When we get out of here I’ll show it to you.”

“Sounds lovely,” She looked at the grey sky, almost making him mess up her braids again. They fell into a pleasant silence.

Akane was chilling in his room, taking his break as an opportunity to organize his laughably empty room, when the phone rang.

Only three people had access to his personal phone.

“Hello?”

“Aoi?” Teru sounded sleepy “Come here, is game night.”

Akane frowned, but he dropped his chores to indulge the exorcist anyways, cursing as he flew off.

It started raining out of nowhere. An annoyingly common occurrence in this hotel.

Akane may not be as crazy for warm as the demons of hell, but he still hated cold water, so he screeched like a disgruntled cat and teleported to the newest dry place he could detect, flapping the water off his wings and cursing the weather.

“I see you don’t like the rain.”

“This is a storm” Akane unconsciously frowned at the cheerful voice, realizing he was in the chapel, having popped in while his master was drawing runes. “No one likes storms.”

“I find them delightful,” Teru shared with an unreadable smile “Have you ever got caught in the eye of a storm before, Aoi? It makes you feel truly insignificant.”

Akane spared his master a tired look, taking his soaked jacket off and shaking himself like a wet dog, accidentally launching his uniform hat across the chapel in the process. Thankfully his T-shirt was still dry.

Teru stared blanky at him.

“...What?” Akane raised a brow, straightening his wings and tail in alert.

Teru did not break eye contact as he took a sip of one of his holy water flasks.

“What the hell are you doing??”

“...It’s for a ritual” Teru waved him off, “Are you going to stay until the storm passes?”

Akane waited for an elaboration, feeling like his explanation was iffy, but he gave up at Teru’s expectant look, chalking it as another of his many shady secrets “...Yes, is there anything you need?”

“I would appreciate some help cutting the nightshades.” He smiled “Your fairy also left urucum seed that needs to be crushed”

“Do you have knives that aren’t made of silver?”

He gave one with a wooden handle “Is this good enough?”

Akane nodded.

They worked in pleasant silence, the sound of heavy rain comforting once you got used to it. Thankfully it wasn’t a thunderstorm, Aoi got scared of thunder, hopefully, she’s warm and safe right now.

“Did your manager cut off any unnecessary work?” Teru broke the silence, having finished up his runes.

“I am on a break from my hotel duties” He admitted “What did you even do? It worked too well.”

“My family has a reputation for surviving curses and killing vampires.” He smiled coldly “I just used it for my benefit”

Akane frowned at the broken plate, then glanced back at Teru, who went back to focus on writing unfamiliar dialects on ripped paper strips, comfortable leaving his back exposed.

Teru trusts him.

(And yet he still makes a mess for him to clean up.)

Akane glared at the porcelain shards on the ground, picking them up and gently placing them on the table.

“Anything else I should do?”

“You just broke a plate and you won’t even try to fix it?” He smiled in that strange way that wasn’t kind nor sadistic, completely ignoring that he was the one to drop the thing “Go glue it back”

So nothing. Great. He loves working overtime for no reason. How long does he think it takes to mend back plates? If he even manages that…

Akane froze at the shards in his palm, feeling an odd sense of familiarity from his attitude.

Did Teru want to stay with him longer, he was just too prideful to say it?

…That sounded far-fetched.

…Was it the same with the needles? He haven’t poked him nearly as much when he had been meticulous and slow on his stitching.

It was as if a piece of the puzzle fell into place, his suspicions Teru might genuinely enjoy his company pretty nice. He has been very vulnerable with him… Are they friends? He isn’t sure, Akane doesn’t have many friends.

He wouldn’t be against it.

“Are you thinking of Akane-san in the middle of work?” Teru raised a brow

“What?” He gave him a puzzled look, feeling mortified when Teru pointed at his tail, which was lazily wagging.

That's embarrasing.

“Shush it oh great Mina-” He paused, frowning at the lack of pain in his chest and warily saying “...Minamoto.”

Nothing happened.

What the fuck?

“Teru Minamoto”

“That is my name.” Teru seemed amused.

“ I can not call you master??” He frowned, in disbelief “Since when?!”

“Since the beginning.” Teru chuckled, “ I said ‘call me master’ not ‘only address me as master.”

“...So I was only forced once,”

“Yes,” His eyes crinkled, “You have called me ‘bastard’ plenty with no repercussions, have you not?”

oh wow

Akane blushed, feeling like a fucking idiot.

“Why did you sell your soul?”

“My parents got sick, it keep getting worse every hour and the doctors didn’t know how to help” Akane admitted, clenching his fists as he reminded of that day “My teacher had always been nice to me, so when I went to tell him I would be absent and explained the situation, he gave me a ritual book. It had the same markings I had seen on my mom’s back so I read it”

He was so stupid.

“The book said it was a curse, they only had 1 more day to live.”

He could feel Teru’s eyes on him, sure he was judging him for not calling an exorcist. Stupid. He was such a stupid teen, not wanting to think about the occult even when it suffocated him.

“I didn’t have the time to go to the library hunt for more information so I read the entire book I was given, I was sure I had everything under control, I had checked every ridiculously complicated rude thrice and done all steps” He clenched his fists, feeling anxious just thinking about it “The demon I summoned was a little girl.”

He hated them, he despises them so much. He had done so well shoving the memory aside but now he is enraged again “I did my research after that, learned Kako was the one to curse my parents in the first place. The book was a sham, protection charm my ass, it was a sacrifice ritual. I drew my own death sentence “ He spat, feeling his entire body heat up with rage “Apparently they thought my soul was ‘nice’, that I was diligent enough to not mess up the runes.”

Teru just stared, unreadable. It made his skin prickle, not helping with his boiling anger.

“What?”

“...I wish i had met you before” Teru said, “Do you think we could be friends?”

“Would you have used the same chocolate approach you did with Aoi-chan?”

Teru frowned, his silence enough of an answer for Akane to laugh “No way, I would avoid you.”

Teru hit him in the back of the head. Nearly pouty.

#almost all wips have been posted now #yoo hoo #since is terukane week #it felt appropriate to post this wip! I think it was my last abandoned terukane project...

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Are, Were

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Arguments, Friendship fallout, Swearing

Genre: Friends-to-Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Minor Angst and Romance elements, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Pic)

Summary: The ups and downs of Y/N and Corpse’s friendship displayed through four key chapters of their lives.

Requested by z Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request I’m so sorry I haven’t bee able to get around to it sooner but here it finally is and I hope you come across it even after all this time and if so I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

We are friends

“What if I make an ass out of myself?!“

“You won’t! God, Y/N, I promise you everything will be just fine. Dave and Felix are gonna love you.“

When you heard that Corpse’s friends were coming to California for some convention, you were initially excited mostly because that would mean having a chance of running into them at said con which you’d be attending professionally, as a part of a gaming panel especially for developers.

However. However, when that chance, small unlikely chance, was to be made into an arrangement by your best friend Corpse, you started freaking out. See, you can handle a brief interaction consisting of minor chit-chat exchange and a picture taken. What you can’t deal with is having to spend some extended time with them in the same room.

For starters, Felix has been your idol since you can remember the roots of your internet presence. He’s the one who motivated you into gaming and became your role model. That being said, your brain has convinced you that being around this human for longer than two minutes would result in you embarrassing yourself one way or another and you most certainly do NOT want that. Of course, Corpse has tried to call this theory for its flaws countless times but has had no success.

Secondly, there’s Dave who, apart from being yet another role model and inspiration for you, is also a great crush of yours. Hell, just the thought of being in this guy’s vicinity scares the bejesus out of you for the same reason as before but amplified. You can picture your red face and ears, your constantly fidgety hands and bouncing leg and overall awkward composure and posture as a side-effect of your fluster.

In short, you expect exactly what you said - to inadvertently make an ass out of yourself.

For Corpse, who’s been friends with those two for quite some time now, it’s a hard concept to grasp but he can bring himself around to understanding it. Does he still try to dissuade you? Yes. Will it work? You’re set on it not working, but if he does you’ll be damned.

* * * * *

He failed, to your delight, he did. He’s just now accepted defeat and man was it the most relieving thing to hear.

However, little did you know, he wasn’t done trying. In fact, you catch him red-handed in the act of scheming as you’re packing for the trip to the convention tomorrow.

“Yeah, their name is Y/N, Y/N L/N. They're a developer, you can catch them at the ‘World Building-Breaking Bounds’ panel. Suggest it to Felix, I’m pretty sure he’d be interested in meeting them.“ You overhear this little conversation on your way from the bedroom to the bathroom while your visitor’s sitting in the living room, sprawled out on the couch like the place is his. Although he’s trying to watch his tone, he’s not doing a particularly good job with it. “I promise you their work is of high quality.” A small pause follows which you can barely stand as you grow antsy in the hallway, “Ok, ok, I might be a bit biased because we’re friends, but they really are a gem. As a person and as a developer.”

Typically, you wouldn’t be the happiest with this endeavor. Of course, you appreciate the gesture and know that he’s doing it with the best intention and you happiness in mind, but you’d be a little prissy about it, for certain. You’ve climbed the ladder all on your own all your life and have grown distasteful of help, especially when you’re given it without any notification or question beforehand.

However, this time, you can’t find it in you to be the least bit upset. In fact, you catch yourself smiling as you force your feet to continue carrying you in the direction of the bathroom - a trip you’ve already forgotten the purpose of. Although, when you think about it, it’s probably got something to do with that last line.

It’s most definitely got something to do with that last line.

We were friends

It’s a tale as old as time - a fallout built on a mountain of pettiness with no real sustenance. One can think they’ve gathered everything about the story just by listening to one of the parties despite the other telling a similar tale with little knick-knacks that pain the first person just as badly.

In each other’s eyes, they’re probably exactly that - horrible people and even worse friends.

But, when you start comparing the two, that is if you ever get to hear both sides, of course, you’d know that it’s a simple case of miscommunication that has accumulated to a spontaneous combustion that could’ve very easily been avoided by just talking about the problems when they arose instead of shoveling them atop the already high-risen pile of minor not-completely-resolved conflicts.

That’s what’s brought you and Corpse here - a forever of miscommunication, or lack of communication entirely, and just an hour of arguing. And just like that, the friendship seems to have collapsed.

Allow me to show the readers how it comes off from different perspectives - aka what your friends heard and what Corpse’s friends - aka Dave and Felix - heard regarding the matter.

He’s so fucking full of himself! He thinks he’s allll that! Might as well have looked me in the eyes and called me incapable!

They are such an infuriating know-it-all! Condescending, sarcastic, mean, two-faced...

He had no right to bring my career into all that mess! Actually, no, I’m glad he did because what the hell did he think was gonna happen?! Hello?! I’m a game developer, he’s a streamer. He’d be nothing without my industry!

They think they’re so high-and-mighty, that they somehow ‘made’ me! I owe my following to several people, I’ll be the first to admit, but Y/N’s not one of them!

And if he thinks he has any moral high-ground when it comes to life decisions the he doesn’t

They don’t know

Damn

Thing

Yeah, neither of you know a damn thing, as it would seem.

We are friends

“My car’s getting fixed so be on the lookout for a silver Nissan instead.“ Corpse says over the phone as he paces his apartment, one hand holding the phone, the other brandishing a cloth against the specs of dust on the kitchen counter and cupboards.

“You got a rental specifically for us? You know we could’ve taken a taxi instead?“ Dave replies from the other line. Him and Felix have just landed and are still navigating airport customs due to some passport issue and a luggage mix-up, giving Corpse enough time to finish cleaning up the previously dingy and messy living space before he drives to pick them up.

“Um...no....“ Throwing the cloth in the trash, Corpse secures the phone between his shoulder and ear as he busies his hands with putting on his shoes in the foyer, “I borrowed it from a friend...“

“Corpse, if you bring it back with a single scratch I’ll fucking MURDER you!“ From the living room echoes a voice that inevitably gets picked up by the phone. And is also inevitably recognized by Dave, a fact Corpse is well aware of before the Brit even utters a single word, cringing slightly at the fact that he’ll have plenty to explain now that the tea’s been spilt.

“Was that Y/N?!“ The older man catches on in an instant as expected, prompting Corpse to think fast.

“Idon’tknowbye!“ And just like that he hangs up the call.

“Did you hear me!?“ your voice remerges, this time quieter and closer because you’ve ventured down the hall, “If you bring back Harlow with a single scrape...“

“You’ll bury me alive with cactuses.“ He cuts you off, finally managing to slip his foot in the forsaken shoe, “Don’t worry, I’d never dare bring harm to a car, not one I helped name, at least. Harlow the Nissan will be just fine in my company!” With a fleeting wink, he’s out the door, your car keys in hand.

“Thank you for the cactus idea, Jigsaw!“ With that screamed down the stairwell, you make a point to close the door quietly as if that will cancel out the yell all the neighbors undoubtedly heard through the thin walls.

* * * * *

“You best get to talking.“ Felix, who’s got stuck in the backseat due to Dave calling shotgun first, sticks his head between the two front seats as the vehicle comes to a slow halt at a red light.

“There’s nothing more to tell! They apologized, I apologized, that’s that. Now we’re partially roommating while their apartment’s getting sprayed for roaches. I don’t understand what more do you want.“ Corpse complains, feeling more trapped than ever with these two childishly curious and annoyingly persistent grown-ass men in a car that is factually more spacious than his own.

If only it were a Tesla and he could just ditch them, knowing they’d still get to the apartment safely.

“We want the truth and all the details because, love, you aren’t shitting anyone.“ Dave interferes, obviously siding with Felix. “If you and Y/N have anything in common is how stubborn you both are sometimes.”

“Most of the time.“ Felix corrects him.

“Most of the time.“ Dave repeats for emphasis, forcing Corpse to drop his head against the steering wheel.

“We’re friends again, that’s all that matters, isn’t it? Isn’t it enough for you?“ Corpse understands the curiosity and the involvement these two want to have. After meeting you at that convention about a year ago at this point, the three of you kindled a close friendship, binding all four in the same circle which means that when problems arose between you and Corpse, Dave and Felix immediately tried to help mend the situation any way they could, not only on your and Corpse’s behalf, but so they wouldn’t you as a friend either. They felt you growing distant during the few months following the fallout up until this point that they’ve finally been caught up on the fact that the bridges have been rebuilt.

“It’s more than enough, it’s lovely, in fact, but...“ Felix trails off, clearly having not thought this through before he had started talking.

But luckily Dave is there to pick up where he left off, “You know us Brits like our tea. So start spilling.”

In that very moment, the light changes to green, giving the driver of Harlow the Nissan an excuse not to reply and step on the gas. An activity that’s busied him enough to not catch the look his two friends exchange as to say ‘you’re thinking what I’m thinking?’

And man were they thinking correctly...

We were friends

“Guys you’re slowly losing me here, this is the most exercise I’ve had in years“ Jack complains from his spot walking between Corpse and Felix.

He’s been in the warmth of the San Francisco sun less than twenty-four hours and is already getting his ass kicked by it. Corpse has taken him, Felix and Dave on a tour through the more private places in the city where they could all easily go by incognito and man is he not having it. Of course, he’s exaggerating the exercising part, the exhaustion so is so prominent because of his massive jet-lag but he refused to go to sleep when he arrived this morning so this is what he gets in return.

“Oh no, no you don’t. You better pull those energy levels back up to meet Y/N. They’re probably the only person capable of matching your energy levels.“ Felix warns, poking the Irishman in the side, hitting a ticklish spot that immediately has him jolting upright from his slumped walking posture.

“Yeah, my USUAL energy levels, not when I’m running on an empty tank.“ Jack argues, swatting away the threatening hands of his friend. “Who is this Y/N person anyway? I never completely grasped what you were talking about. I’m so out of it, I haven’t been to string anything together.“

Dave huffs, “Where’s that Top of the Mornin coffee when you need it?” This collectively provokes a laugh out of all four of them. He follows that up with an actual answer to the asked question: “They’re our friend.”

“Actually, they are Corpse’s friend. Dave and I were just adopted into the dynamic. You’ll see, they’re a wonderful person.“ Felix adds.

Therefore prompting Corpse to throw his two cents into the ring.

“They’re not my friend.“

The simultaneous halt of two pairs of feat causes a scraping sound to echo in the humid air, soles of four shoes scraping against the asphalt.

“What?!“ Seems the two weren’t gonna cut the synchronization there, now speaking in unison as well.

“You heard me.“ For the smugness with which the sentence was said, it’s surprising that both men are still in shock while Jack is just confused. And sleepy. Not a good combination to be dealing with their crap.

“Yeah we heard you, that’s why we’re fucking dumbfounded!“ Dave points out, his voice sharp.

“Hey guys, can we at least sit down to have this conversation?“ Jack attempts but there’s no answer to his plea. There’s no room for it amidst the tension that’s risen between the two downright furious men and their smirking friend.

“So?“ Corpse has the audacity to mutter

“So?!“ The two repeat like a set of angry parrots, creating a sight Jack’s brain is loopy enough to find utterly comical to the point of breaking out in small fits of laughter.

“So what? What’s so wrong with a friend becoming something more?“

Now that shushes them up very quickly. Although the confusion has deepened, at least the anger has subsided.

And Jack’s still laughing in the background, now leaning against a lamp post. No, hugging a lamp post.

“What?“ “What’s that supposed to mean?“ The questions, while again spoken simultaneously, at least don’t match fully. But the Irishman still cracks up harder.

“You heard me.“ The cocky little shit smirks AGAIN.

“Corpse, if you say that one more fucking time, I swear to-“

Dave’s threat is cut off when the man in question raises his hands up in surrender, “Fine! Y/N is no longer my friend because they’re now my romantic partner, ok?! Significant other or lover, if you will. There! Can we all calm down now, please?”

And everyone has indeed calmed down, at least for a second. A second filled with sizzling silence, waiting to explode with excitement when the information is processed by the three brains.

Surprisingly enough, the first to do so is the fuzziest of the bunch. And it clearly has processed it in an equally fuzzy way.

“Corpse and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G“ Jack sings and now it’s the other three’s turn to crack up into howling laughter on the side walk which would be more than enough cause for a few odd stares had they not been the only ones there.

That’s right, dear reader, our protagonists are done playing the Are, Were game. You, Y/N, are a lucky person and so is your boyfriend. God forbid you had strung your friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers story any further, you would’ve given Felix and Dave a synchronized heart attack.

All is well, the end ;)

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“teenage wasteland.” kuroo tetsurou x reader

4:08pm.

“yo,” kuroo says, opening the door quickly after you ring the bell, “you finally made it.”

“what do you mean, finally?” you complain, kicking off your shoes and slipping inside. the dry heat of his family home’s living room assaults your bare face, a sharp contrast to the december frigidity outside. “you texted me like ten minutes ago.”

“felt like longer,” kuroo says with a crooked grin. “you want something to drink?”

“water?”

“I kinda meant something stronger, but sure, water,” kuroo says, filling a glass at the kitchen sink. you furrow your brows.

“something stronger? I’m sorry, but last time I checked we were still underage,” you say, and kuroo laughs breathily — it’s almost a giggle, actually. for the first time since arriving, you notice an odd flush in his cheeks. “oh my god. are you drunk?”

“drunk?” kuroo gasps. “no, no. tipsy, yes. drunk, no.”

“tetsurou,” you scold, reluctantly letting him pull you towards the hallway. “all those big, bad college boys can’t have been a very good influence on you.”

“I’ve had a stash of jack daniels hidden beneath my bed since sophomore year,” kuroo whispers conspiratorially. “those ‘big, bad college boys’ have nothing to do with it. speaking of which — you want some?”

you shake your head vehemently and dig your heels into the carpet, realizing he’s trying to drag you into his bedroom. despite being kuroo tetsurou’s official best friend of a decade, you’ve never been inside his room before. you’ve never been inside any boy’s room before, actually — you’ve never been much of a rule breaker.

(you suppose that’s why you and kuroo get along. you’re forever the straight-laced goody goody, and he’s forever the secretly bad, outwardly good honor roll kid.)

“I don’t drink,” you insist, and kuroo loops his arms around your neck. you stiffen. “and stop being so touchy. it’s freaking me out.”

“what?” kuroo says, feigning offense. “you don’t like my hugs?”

“no!” you say, and he shoots you an exaggerated eye roll. “you’re being weird. I can probably count the number of times you’ve voluntarily hugged me on one hand.”

kuroo ignores you, choosing to instead pick you up and toss you over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

“kuroo tetsurou, you’d better quit it before I call your mother!” you pound on his back, a little taken aback to feel his shoulder muscles rippling under your palms as he staunchly marches you into his room. “I do not want to enter your disgusting cave of a room, you teenage garbage troll!”

“getting real creative with the insults there,” kuroo laughs, setting you down and backing up against the door to block you from running out. “come onnnnn. I thought we could play a game of monopoly or something. listen to the radio. finish the bottle before my mom comes home and whips my hide.”

you sigh and perch your hands on your hips. “so that’s why you invited me over.”

“no, no,” kuroo protests, crouching to pull a clear bottle of amber colored liquid out from beneath his bed. “I also just vastly enjoy your company.”

“why not just throw it out?” you ask, gingerly sitting on the edge of the bed.

kuroo’s room is a lot neater than you imagined it would be — navy bedspread tightly tucked in at the corners, vinyl floor completely clear save for a small rug. his desk is probably the messiest part of the entire room, holding an old, chunky desktop that’s covered in post-its with smudged, scribbled notes, ranging from “email prof. miyazawa about missing grade” to “buy mom flowers to apologize for broken mug.”

there are a couple posters on the wall, too, one for the japanese national volleyball team, and one for some punk-looking band dressed in an overabundance of leather, ripped denim, and hair feathers.

“this shit was expensive,” kuroo says, gesturing to the bottle before screwing the cap off and taking a long draught. your eyes widen as he drinks down a quarter of the remaining liquid, his adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. “I can’t let it go to waste.”

“I think you’ve probably had enough of that,” you say, gently twisting it from his hands. kuroo smiles angelically before coming to tower over you.

“if you’re not gonna drink it, I will,” he says, reaching out to grasp the bottle’s neck. you hold onto it stubbornly.

“you’re clearly wasted, tetsu,” you say. “just let me throw it away.”

“I may have a small drinking problem,” kuroo says, “but I’m sober enough to know I’m not about to throw away the fifty bucks I spent on that. give it.”

“no!”

“yes.”

“nooooo!”

“yes!”

kuroo tries to wrench the bottle from you, and you spend a solid thirty seconds wiggling in his grasp before finally pulling it away. in an impulsive attempt to keep kuroo from getting even drunker, you bring the rim of the bottle to your lips and chug the rest of the whiskey.

kuroo’s eyes widen, and he guffaws loudly. “that was a lot of alcohol just now.”

you nod, wincing at the acrid taste, unwilling to swallow — the liquid is still swishing in your cheeks. you move to go spit it out in kuroo’s sink, but he grabs your arm.

“do not spit that out,” he warns. “that’s over two hours’ worth of minimum wage salary. I don’t work twenty hours a week in the wendy’s drive-thru just for you to flush it down the drain.”

“mmmm,” you protest, breathing through your nose. “hrghhhh mmm mm mhm.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” kuroo says, obviously trying to stifle his laughter.

you gesture wildly to your face, and then to the empty bottle, and then back to your face.

for a moment, kuroo wrinkles his nose, and then slowly smoothes out his expression. a small smile stretches across his lips, and he steps close to you. you’re acutely aware of your personal bubble being popped, as well of the fact that he smells strongly of old spice and mango body wash.

“I’ll do it then.”

“mm?” you squeak in confusion when he takes your chin in one hand and guides your face close to his. you’re not sure if you’re smelling the alcohol on his breath or tasting it on our own tongue. you’ve never been this physically close to your best friend in your life, and you can firmly say you’re absolutely petrified. you shake your head vehemently as he slowly leans down, tilting his head.

“calm down,” he says quietly, and in spite of yourself, you do. “I’m just taking a drink.”

then he presses his mouth to yours, and you freeze. oh, shit.

kuroo wedges his tongue between your lips, forcing them open, and then he sucks the whiskey from your mouth, one hand keeping your jaw open while the other snakes around your waist. your eyes widen just as his close, almost as if he’s enjoying the kiss. slowly, you close yours too, letting yourself melt into him as he keeps kissing you even after swallowing the liquid.

it lasts for a good ten seconds before you reluctantly pull away, letting your hands rest on his shoulders. he’s smiling, evidently very pleased with himself.

“what the hell was that?” you say breathlessly, searching his face.

“I was thirsty,” kuroo says nonchalantly. “and a little drunk. and you’re very pretty, as far as best friends go.”

you feel like you should be offended, yet you can’t quite bring yourself to be. you’re definitely flustered, though, and a little embarrassed. (okay, a lot embarrassed.)

“I think, um, I think I should go,” you say, breaking eye contact. kuroo raises a hand to stop you, but you brush him off, bounding out of the room to grab your bag and keys from the kitchen counter. “we can talk about this later, okay? you need to go take a nap or something.”

“no, hey, wait —”

but you’re already out the door and in the car, jamming the key into ignition. you just kissed your best friend. or did you? does that count as a kiss? or was that just kuroo being stupid? your mind spins with useless speculations on the drive home, and as you sprawl out on your bed for an hour afterwards. it’s not until later that evening that you check your phone, greeted by a handful of social media notifications… and a text from kuroo.

with shaking hands, you swipe it open, face immediately splitting into a grin.

kuroo: sorry about that

kuroo: ok, not really

kuroo: I’m not that sorry

kuroo: cuz you’re a good kisser

kuroo: a really good kisser

you: you too

you wait for a moment as the three little dots on kuroo’s side pop up.

kuroo: thanks

kuroo: I was still kind of stupid tho

kuroo: my b

you: you regret it?

your fingers shake in suspense as you await his answer, feeling all the world like a lovestruck fifteen year old. you’re a little disgusted to find yourself suddenly crushing on kuroo tetsurou of all people, but what can you say? maybe falling for your best friend is a little cliche. maybe it’s a little overdone. maybe the fact that you kissed him with a mouthful of whiskey belongs in a cheesy teen movie, but you can’t help but find yourself delighted that it happened.

kuroo: nope. not at all.

kuroo: not at all.

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* “Everyone in school thought you were dead.”

* Jessica says bluntly as you walk down the pink streamer filled hallway

* you offer her a fake yawn and a smile.

* “My dad came by for a surprise visit.” She looks confused before her expression smooths

* “Oh your real dad, not Carlisle”

* Carlisle contacted his counterpart, Eleazer to tell him you were running away with a man 300 years your senior

* So of course Eleazer came running -after he probably had a spat with Carmen about who would handle this situation better- to Forks on the first flight he found

* Only to burst through the door to see you and Emmett playing kingdom hearts in the living room

* “Oh, I see the rumors have been vastly exaggerated.”

* Cue -figuratively- sweating Carlisle who takes a sip from his mug

* Since he was already here you figured you would take a few days off from school and show him around

* “Is there anything in particular you might want to see?”

* Edward and Carlisle are looking pretty smug thinking that they’ve already shown you everything of note in the area.

* “I’ve always wanted to see the space needle in Seattle.”

* They both falter when they hear that. All the things they’ve shown you are things humans wouldn’t be able to see, hidden meadows, waterfalls, underwater caverns

* They never thought to show you human landmarks. Eleazer nods a growing smile on his face

* “Seattle has a lot of museums that I’ve wanted to visit as well”

* Carlisle let’s out a sigh of relief, none of his kids would be caught dead at a museum outside of a field trip

* To their dismay and Eleazer’s delight your eyes sparkle

* “Can we go to the pop culture museum and the arboretum too?”

* You don’t even pack, Eleazer tells you you can just buy whatever you need when you get there. You do take a duffel bag full of blood bags though

* And then you’re gone, you leave care instructions for your animals with Edward and you and Eleazer drive off towards Seattle in the rented Mercedes he got at the airport

* “Is it just me... or do they look happier with Eleazer than they are with us.” Edward’s only talking to himself, but Carlisle hears and the oncoming doting parent verbal and mental sputter makes him regret saying anything at all

* “it’s okay Carlisle, I’m sure they’re happy here with us too.”

* You guys stay at a pretty upscale hotel downtown, in the penthouse

* “Are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?” The receptionist asks, and Eleazar straight up starts laughing

* “This is my dad.” You say with a straight face and you can tell the receptionist wants to die

* “I-I’m so sorry, we usually get couples this time of year.” Right, it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Makes sense.

* Still there’s something super gross about people thinking you’re romantically linked to Eleazer

* The penthouse is very nice. There’s an infinity pool on your balcony, and three different bedrooms.

* The trip is really fun, you have a -pretend- meal at the revolving restraint at the needle, and spend the rest of the week museum hopping

* “She feels so familiar....” you mumble to yourself as you gaze at a portrait of a woman with long dark hair

* “That’s Carmen” Eleazer tells you

* “What?!?”

* “She was popular with artists even before she turned, it’s always been a hobby of hers to model” You’re just glad it’s not a nude portrait

* You take super cheesy pictures at the natural history museum, and even better pics at the pop culture museum

* On one of your last nights in the city Eleazer took you to a laundromat

* “I know we’ve been running out of clothes, but I’m sure the hotel has a laundry service”

* Eleazer just grins, talking to the attendant, who takes him to a hidden door.

* Well this isn’t sketchy at all

* Eleazer takes your hand in his as he leads you down a long narrow hallway. When you teach the end there’s a pretty nice bar and what appears to be a jazz club

* “It’s a speakeasy, I thought it might be a little fun for our last day”

* Being beautiful has its perks because the waiter doesn’t even card you, just brings you your dink

* “So...Garrett huh?” You groan, and Eleazer smiles

* You knew this was coming

* “Don’t worry, I’m not like Carlisle, if you like someone I like them too.”

* Well at least he isn’t acting like a total freak about the whole thing

* “I am surprised someone like Garrett is more your flavor though” you raise an eyebrow.

* “In comparison to who?” Eleazer gives you a funny look

* “Edward of course”

* You almost spit out your drink

* “Oh, is this one of those situations where the three of you are a couple together?”

* You start coughing and the waiter brings you a glass of water

* “We’re not together!”

* “Well of course you and Garrett aren’t together yet-“

* “Edward and I aren’t dating.”

* Eleazer just looks at you like you told him you’re pregnant

* “That can’t be right” he mumbles and you sigh

* “Why would you think we were dating?” The jazz singer belts out a high note and Eleazer patiently waits for her to be done so he can talk again

* “Well you went with them to Forks, and when you came to visit last year with him we all just figured it had happened naturally”

* Besides, Eleazer see’s the way he looks at you.

* Like you’re the epitome of your gender, like there’s never been anyone like you and there never will be again

* “We all? The entire coven thinks that?” Your fingers thread through your hair.

* What does Tanya think about that? She must be feeling pretty smug what with that talk she gave you all those years ago about how you would eventually date Edward

* Edward probably knows and just doesn’t even care, the criminal probably thinks it’s funny

* Eleazar watches you have a breakdown, taking a small sip of his brandy. It looks like you haven’t realized the way you look at Edward yet

* You look at him like you don’t have a single doubt. You trust him unconditionally, you know exactly who he is and where he will be.

* You look at him like he’s home

* “This is so embarrassing” you mumble and Eleazer smiles

* He guesses it’s not time yet for you to realize your feelings. Maybe it’s for the best, he’s not as bad as Carlisle, but the thought of giving you away at your wedding makes his heart ache.

* “The best cure for embarrassment is alcohol, drink up.” He grins when you clink your glass against his before gulping down the contents of your drink.

* Who knows, maybe in a few years someone completely different will show up and sweep you off your feet.

* You do talk about something really important with Eleazer though

* “Eleazer when do you think Aro will send for me?”

* Eleazer stops mid motion, his glass halted halfway between the table and his mouth

* “If I’m being honest, I don’t think he will for many years” Eleazer has an awkward expression on his face. “I think he’s afraid of you”

* You sputter

* The great and powerful Aro?! Alive for 1000’s of years. AFRAID OF YOU?!?

* “Oh don’t look at me like that, try and think about it from his perspective.”

* Your power is on par with Janes, but unlike her over the decade you’ve been a vampire your power has only gotten stronger. Your body’s natural despair and your desire to be human feed off of each other, compounding on each other to make your power that much more potent

* The only difference is that now you’ve learned to hide it, keeping your emotions in check so others aren’t hurt

* There isn’t a person alive that stands a chance against you at your full potential. You’re the strongest known vampire

* “Chelsea can’t bind you to coven with her loyalty like she does the others,” Eleazer takes a sip of his drink. “his only choice is to let you come back on your own volition, otherwise he risks a war.”

* A war he wouldn’t win, on your own it was dicey, all of them against just you could go either way

* But you weren’t alone anymore, now you have Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer

* And Edward. You know without a second thought Edward would follow you into hell if you asked.

* “Saving any discovery of remarkable talent”

* A discovery like Bella

* You’re not 100% certain, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t work on Bella, the same way Edward, Jane and Alec’s powers won’t work on her

* And if she can really spread her shield to others-

* You’re f*cked

* “but the chances of that are slim to none.” Eleazer reassures you

* You give him a reassuring smile

* “Salud” you raise you glass and he smiles

* “Salud” he grins as your glass clinks

* You weren’t expecting the week to go by so fast, or to be having as much fun as you did.

* You were pretty sad when the end of the week rolled around and Eleazer dropped you off home

* “He’ll be back before you know it” Edward says, his arm over your shoulders, giving your arm a comforting squeeze

* “Yeah I know, it still feels bad though”

* Edward doesn’t say anything, he just holds you a little closer

* You’re thankful to the Cullen’s for taking you in and giving you an opportunity you might not have had otherwise

* But they’re not your coven, they’re not really your family

* And so now you’re here, walking in a bright pink and red construction paper covered hallway next to Jessica who’s talking about Valentine’s Day

* Ah right, today’s Valentine’s Day

* “Do you think maybe...Mike bought me a carnation?” She asks twirling a strand of hair around her finger

* “I’m sure he did”

* You’re actually sure he bought one for Bella, but you’re hoping the courtesy extends to the whole friend group

* You bought all your friends valentines, and that includes the Cullen’s and everyone on the cheer team

* The money wasn’t the worst part, they were only a dollar each, the worst part was having to write notes for all of them, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the girl at the table wasn’t giving you a dirty look as you pretended to struggle through writing 30 cards

* “How much do you want to bet Bella gets the most flowers out of all of us?”

* You would bet the entire contents of your bank account, but you’re pretty sure Jess can’t match your bet

* “Well, she’s something new to look at, and boys are dumb”

* Jessica blows a strand of hair out of her face. You know she’s probably a bit bitter since she’s started to notice Mike is interested in Bella and not her

* But you kind of get it

* Bella’s cute, but she’s no Cindy Crawford. And to add...she’s really shy, not exactly someone with a charismatic personality.

* The attention she’s garnered will fade in due time, Edward had told you as much

* “It’s the same thing as when we moved to town, most of these kids have gone to school together since childhood, so when someone new gets here it’s all they can think about. They don’t really like her, they just like the idea of her. The illusion of a choice”

* It made you a little sad to be honest, even worse was that Bella didn’t seem to enjoy the attention. She seemed uncomfortable every time a boy flirted with her

* “I almost feel bad for her, I get the feeling she’s not really into any of these guys that are chasing her” Jessica says, so you’re not the only one that’s noticed

* You’re a little surprised that when the student comes by with carnations you get two entire bouquets worth

* And then they come back the next period and give you another bouquet

* “Oooo someone’s popular!” Angela teases and you shrug. Most of these are from Alice and Rosalie, they each bought you three each

* You got a whopping 12 from Conner which feels a bit surprising

* You knew he was going after it, but you didn’t think he would bother to actually put any effort into his attraction outside of flirting with you

* You’ve got one from everyone in your friend group, a handful from others on the cheer team, Emmett and Jasper both bought you one

* The only person who didn’t get you one was Edward

* You wonder if he got Bella one? The thought seems unlikely since they were basically at each others throat the last time they were together

* So imagine your surprise when you walk into the hall to see Bella and Edward talking

* You’re gone for a week and it’s like they’re suddenly insta-friends

* In fact, Bella’s actually blushing, a carnation twirling between her fingers

* A light red carnation

* So he did buy carnations after all, just not for you

* And Edward...his eyes are sparkling as he looks down at her. A lopsided grin curling onto his face

* Oh, there’s that smile

* He says something to her and she pouts, slapping him lightly with the carnation

* They’re getting along just fine without your matchmaking efforts

* So you were the problem

* You should be happy, relieved even-

* But all you can feel is the sharp twist in the bottom of your stomach

* “Hey (Y/N/N), I see you got my flowers”

* You turn around to see Conner who’s looking at your half zipped bag, 3 bouquets of flowers popping out of the top

* “Oh, yeah thanks they’re beautiful.”

* “I’m glad you got them, I noticed you weren’t at school and for a second I was worried you wouldn’t be here today too.”

* He really is cute. He’s got chocolate brown hair and clear blue eyes, a splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He plays tennis or baseball or some other irrelevant sport.

* He’s popular with the girls too, he dated Lauren a few times, and Jessica admitted she had a crush on him freshman year.

* “Are you feeling better now?” He asks, he looks genuinely concerned and it takes you back a bit

* “Yeah, my dad came for a surprise visit so we went to Seattle”

* “Oh that’s cool, what did you guys do?”

* You’re a little surprised that Conner O’Malley, f*ckboy extraordinaire, is Trying to engage you in an honest conversation

* “We just did all the tourist stuff, space needle, museums, food, the usual.”

* Conner smiles at you, hands fidgeting together

* “That’s cool, did you um-did you read the note with the bouquet?

* You didn’t notice there was a note, you swing you backpack around, picking out his bright red bouquet with ease.

* You hadn’t paid attention to the note attached than reading the name on the front to see who they were from.

* “Will you be my valentine” you read the note out loud, feeling confused. What does that mean

* He fidgets in front of you, from here you can see his ears are bright red

* “So would you want to go out sometime?”

* He’s asking you out? On a proper date????

* “We could go watch a movie, or um I know you like to ride those bikes in Port A-“ you do like to ride those bikes in port a

* You watch the his human boy fumble over himself. There’s no future with this boy, one day he’ll grow old and want things you won’t be able to give him.

* “I have a ton of homework to catch up on-“

* “Oh, yeah no, I get that”

* But maybe... maybe it’s okay just to pretend and let yourself be entertained by the experience

* “Would you want to come with me to the library? I’m totally lost on Trig”

* You know it’s not the most romantic place, but that’s part of the reason you suggested it. You want to give him an out

* He looks a little surprised but recovers quickly.

* “I’ll meet you after school then, we can drive to the library together”

* You don’t bother telling Edward, you just look to the spot where he’s with Bella, he must have heard

* His eyes meet yours, his mouth pinches into a slight smile and he gives you a nod before turning back to Bella

* What so just because he’s got a new friend you’re invisible now?

* Stupid Edward. Not like you care, you just wanted him to know he’d have to ride home with the others

* Maybe his new best friend Bella can give him a ride home

* “So you’re going out with Conner tonight huh?” Mike asks when you take your seat in biology

* Edward doesn’t so much as spare you a glance

* “He’s just helping me catch up on school work.” You shrug, pulling out your biology homework

* “I bet he’ll help you catch up on-“

* “You’re going out with Conner?” Bella interrupts, you’re grateful for it but at the same time: those doe eyes and innocent face irritate you

* “He’s just helping me catch up on homework I missed”

* “Couldn’t Edward hell you do that?”

* You try to not look at Edward

* But what the f*ck?!?

* Last week the two of them couldn’t even sit in a car together for a short ten minute drive, and now all of a sudden she’s asking why you’re NOT spending time with Edward?

* It’s so... irritating

* You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to look at Edward

* “Control yourself”

* Oh great so the one time he decides to acknowledge your presence is to tell you to control your powers because he’s worried about his little human girlfriend getting the whiplash?!?

* Seriously, f*ck off Edward

* “Mr. Barnes I have to go to the nurse.”

* You don’t even wait to hear his answer, you just grab your bag and walk out

* You keep walking, practically fuming until you get to the parking lot

* Well you can’t leave, you already told Conner you’re going with him to the library after school

* Not to add it’s going to look real weird if you don’t go the nurses office eventually after storming off like that

* But you don’t want to go there yet

* Queue you discretely crouching under a window, lightly tapping the glass

* “Rosalie, Rosalie can you hear me?” You whisper

* Rosalie head turns to the window, her eyebrows threaded together, you poke your head just slightly above the ledge and give her a small smile and a wave

* Well at least it’s always interesting with you around

* “What are you doing?” Rosalie asks when she meets you under the school staircase

* You give her a nervous smile before collapsing onto the floor

* She gives you a knowing look before sitting beside you

* “So what did king Brood do now?”

* Queue the Edward rant

* “I leave for one week and all of a sudden he’s besties with some human, when just last week he told me not to get to close to her”

* “That’s Edward for you, king of the brood and hypocrisy.” Rosalie leans her head back against the wall

* “You know he didn’t even get me a carnation?”

* Rosalie rolls her eyes

* “That sounds like him, if it helps he didn’t buy me a carnation either, he just doesn’t think things like this are important”

* “He bought Bella one.”

* Rosalie sputters at that, so you retell her all about the flirting you had to watch

* “What color was the carnation?” Rosalie asks, and your eyebrows thread together

* Why is that important right now?

* “Um I don’t know, not quite pink, not quite red, something in between.”

* Rosalie’s expression smooths

* So that’s his game

* “Don’t worry about it too much as long as it’s not a deep red it doesn’t mean love”

* Now it’s your turn to sputter

* “W-what why would I be worried? Edward can do whatever he wants, even if it is with some human”

* Rosalie gives you a knowing look, and you avert your eyes

* If Rosalie were cruel she might ask why you’re sitting out here with her instead of in class, if you don’t care about what Edward does

* But Rosalie isn’t cruel, at least not to you

* She pats your shoulder, and you sigh

* “Come on let’s go to the nurse so you can pretend you have cramps or something” you nod

* “Besides don’t you have a date with the hottest human boy at our school?” You groan and a teasing smile curls onto her lips

* “Not you too.”

* The date is over hyped for sure, it’s mostly you and Conner sitting at the end of a small table asking each other questions about the trig homework

* “So...are you supposed to use the radical formula for this one?”

* “I think so..do you remember the formula?” Conner scratches his head

* “Um I remember there was a story about a mixed up guy going to a party that’s supposed to help”

* Basically it’s more like you’re helping Conner with home work than him helping you Totally underwhelming

* “Sorry, I bet there are better ways to spend your Valentine’s Day” Conner scoffs

* “Are you kidding? I’m spending it with the hottest person at Forks HS, as far as I’m concerned this is a win” he grins and you smile back

* Well, it wasn’t completely a waste

* You roll around back home around 11:30, everyone’s gone, on with their own Valentine’s Day plans.

* You’re not surprised to see Edward’s not in his room either He’s probably out watching Bella or doing god knows what

* You know this is the way it supposed to be, it’s the best thing for you too, you know even with Bella in the mix Edward would never betray you

* Once she’s on your side you don’t have to worry about the Volturi. But still, there a twist in your stomach You don’t like this new Edward, even if it is who he really is.

* You want your Edward back

* You sigh as you walk down the hall and into your room Stopping in the doorway when you flick on the lights

* There on your desk is a bouquet of roses

* You have half a mind to think they’re from Eleazer or Garrett or something

* So imagine when you pull off the card to see Edward’s name attached

* “Glad to have you home, happy Valentine’s Day” - Edward

* You toy with the card, a small smile curling onto your lips

* Maybe he’s still your Edward

* Your Edward just more anti-social

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mammons-tax-returns · 3 years

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comforting you about your body insecurities pt. 1

beelzebub, mammon, lucifer

:) ! first post back!! (rest of the brothers coming later)

🧋MALE MC🧋

Lucifer is a very attentive demon, despite being busy with his nose shoved in a stack of papers around the clock

He really does find you wonderful, both just to relax with and to admire.

And he’s known that you piqued his interest ever since you appeared before him in the stuco room. And this is LUCIFER. He normally doesn’t give any human a second glance. Unless ur some powerful and dangerously talented sorcerer with white hair 🤧but that aside

Tonight, he gets a break from Diavolo’s workload because there is yet another ball being held at the castle.

He sprays a faint but expensive cologne on his skin, quietly hoping that you would like and comment on it so he could respond with some flirty line. That would be nice, he thinks.

Then, he’s taking long strides leading out of his bedroom, and heading over to yours beside the kitchen, where he hears his siblings bickering over the best fruit.

He knocks on the door first, waiting for a response that never comes. He only hears your favorite song from within.

He calls your name, only becoming more confused the longer the silence grows

When he pushes open the door, he’s nearly relieved to see you standing in front of the body mirror, fixing the the collar of your outfit. You turn to look at him offer a smile. “Hey, Luci. You’re punctual, as usual.”

He hums under his breath in response. A silent “i know”. He pads over to you, placing a hand on your hip affectionately. “You look good enough to eat, handsome. Asmodeus may have his moments but he certainly knows how to dress anyone with anything.”

You look at your own eyes in the reflection, not able to respond entirely. Lucifer means well, you’re sure of it. He doesn’t know that the past hour of preparation for the ball was spent scowling at the parts of you that you could never quite enjoy entirely.

Lucifer looks questioningly at your expression from the mirror. “y/n? Is something the matter?”

At that, you snap back to reality and look back at him. “Huh? Oh... Right— Sorry, I just,” you trail off, at a loss for words. Was this the right time to mention your thoughts, before a ball? “It’s nothing, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows knit in the way that they tend to do when he worries. “Mind sharing? I’d love to sit and listen.” His hands slide around your waist until he’s hugging you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne which makes you melt. Once again you wonder if this relationship was something you deserved.

“Luci...”

“Don’t give me that, lovely. I said I’d like to listen, no?” As you turn your head away, he takes the opportunity to rest his head on the crook of your neck.

You sigh, smiling hopelessly. You hate to admit it, but his response makes you feel jittery on the inside. “It’s silly really, I just wasn’t feeling myself just now. The clothes are amazing! But...” You know exactly what you’ll say next, but the words feel venomous in your mouth. “I’m wondering if Asmodeus understands how wasteful it is to put them on me, you know?”

Lucifer is at a loss, and his heart aches at your words. “Oh dear... Well that’s no good. I can’t have my gorgeous lover worrying himself over something that’s so far from the truth.”

You are already aware that Lucifer will always support you no matter what, and the thought is both heart warming and bothersome. “Yeah, yeah, Lucifer... I’ve heard it all alr-“

“Then what do you not understand?” Lucifer cuts you off promptly and confidently. “Do you really believe that I’d sugarcoat this? Anything?”

You swallow thickly. “N-... No. You wouldn’t...”

“Good. That’s a good response.” He places a sweet kiss on your cheek, ruby eyes flitting up to your own gaze in the mirror. “I’m almost afraid of other demons trying to steal you away in such a dashing outfit, to be honest. Enjoy yourself, but if any of my brothers try anything, I swear...”

You laugh a little, running a free hand through his hair and noting how he almost sinks into your touch. Almost like a cat. “Thank you, Lucifer. For everything.”

Lucifer kisses your hand softly. “You are perfection, darling.”

You look forward to slow dancing alongside the eldest brother now, losing yourself in the music. Lucifer was right, there was really nothing to worry yourself over.

Mammon, unfortunately, had to cancel date night plans for the weekend for a modeling gig.

You were disappointed, but not mad at him. He told you in advance, offered to make up for it, and usually tries his best to uphold his promises.

He offers to bring you with him, guilty at the thought of your alone in your room.

You don’t know whether to accept it or not. Would you fit in on a set full of gorgeous, picture-perfect demons?

Mammon has his hand on the back of his neck, nervous that you’re too angry at him to want to say yes.

To his delight, you smile and agree to go with him. Maybe, this way, he can avoid others flirting with him when they know that his boyfriend would be in the room.

At first, it makes you feel a little bit happier seeing Mammon light up with joy after seeing him pout like a puppy moments ago.

The day has come that you step onto the modeling floor. The photographers and staff know you well due to Mammon’s insistent bragging about you and your relationship. Clutching your D.D.D. anxiously, you make your way over to Mammon, who is already posing for a camera under bright studio lights.

You keep to the shadows as you watch him intently. Mammon is well known for his idiocy, but he is one handsome devil.

The evil snickering of two demons sound behind you, to which you ignore. You were too nervous to actually move, anyways.

Whatever... It doesn’t concern me... Right?

The giggles don’t stop, and you can’t help but listen in on their whispers. It sounds as if they purposely spoke louder than normal just to bother you.

“Look at how his eyes are shining... Obsessed with Mammon, much?” Oh boy. It really seems like they’re talking about...

“Let’s talk about those clothes, though... Are you kidding me... Does the human world really have that low of standards— or is this the bottom of the barrel.” At that, the two burst into a fit of cackles.

Luckily, a photographer hisses at them, irritated with the noise breaking his concentration. They quiet down, but continue to berate you in ways you had never even considered.

You’re sweating bullets now, itching to use your hand to wipe the oncoming tears of embarrassment. You blink them away, and don’t notice that your boyfriend is now finished with his shoot.

You tense upon seeing him speaking to the camera tech. Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. The last thing you needed was him seeing you cry right now. He’d be worried sick.

Not even bothering to excuse yourself, you slip into the bathroom and can only focus on the laughter of the other demons behind you. The sound causes you to shake slightly as you shut the door behind you.

There is more than one stall, so you briefly worry that someone would come in and find you bawling your eyes out in the middle of a semi-professional setting. You sigh heavily and turn the sink on to wash your face.

The more you stood in front of the sink rubbing your face, the more vividly you remember the rude comments made about you. Could they have been true?

With a troubled look, you sneak a glance at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t think that your clothes were particularly “bad”... They said so much, and it’s all coming back like a vicious and cruel tsunami.

No matter what you do, you can’t seem to stop crying.

“Oh y/n!!~ Where are ya’ at?” Mammon crashes through the door, hands on his hip with a toothy and closed-eye grin.

Thinking quickly, you reach over to grab a hand towel and press your face into it. “H-Hey, Mammon, you looked good out there...”

Mammon must have picked up on your wavering tone, because he pauses.

You’re frozen on the spot when he places a hand on your shoulder, although you can’t see him through the towel.

“Uhh... What’s up with you? Don’t tell me that you’re...” It’s too late to react when he pushes the towel aside to find your teary eyes.

“Wh-What?!” His heart drops immediately. “What’s wrong babe?! Are you like... I dunno hurt or something?!”

You exhale shakily, still trying to calm yourself. “Those models out there are just... A little too honest about me, I s-suppose... But it’s really fine. I just... I don’t know... I guess I just needed a minute to... Freak out a little?”

“Honest? What the hell do you—“ A sudden feeling of recognition pulled at his features. Truth be told, he knew those demons personally, having worked with them before. Then the guilt of knowing exactly what happened began to eat away at him. “Oh...”

You shifted, wishing that he would drop the subject. This was getting much too embarrassing to bear, and the way his eyes drooped with sadness made your stomach churn. “Mammon. I-I’m serious, I’m okay—“

Mammon’s arms surround you like a sturdy, calming veil.

“I know you’re not, y/n!” Mammon had no desire to listen to you pretend to act unbothered. “I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I can guarantee that I have been given comments just as bad as those- and I’m The Mammon.”

You grip onto his shirt, avoiding making eye contact with him. “But... That’s the thing Mammon. I’m not nearly as confident or perfect as you.”

Mammon holds you tighter, voice softening drastically. “Don’t you think that’s exactly what I think of you when you comfort me on my bad days?”

A pool of warmth starts to seep from the depths of your chest. And your furrowed brows start to relax. “Really..? You mean it?”

“y/n, you are precious to me, and all of my crazy ass brothers. And there is no way in hell that I’ll allow some scum of the world get in the way of realizing how flawless you are.”

Beel wants nothing more than to spend every second of the day with you. And Belphie.

But unfortunately, most of his time is spent in the gym, if not the kitchen.

So he asks you if you would like to start working out with him at the gym, or even if you were just interested in hanging around and nothing more. He just wanted your presence.

The idea itself made your heart swell. But after a bit of thinking, you weren’t so sure. You’ve never been to a gym in Devildom before, but you were sure it wasn’t very different from human gyms.

It would be filled with confident and toned bodies that would put you down without even trying.

And as much as you wanted to be there with Beel, you weren’t ready for the prospect of the nasty looks you’d receive sitting beside the sixth-born who is a perfectly sculpted athlete.

After all, he seemed a bit too good for you, as it seemed in your head.

Beel wonders why you turned him down. Had he done something to upset you?

He’d have to get down to the bottom of it, lest he regret ignoring your behavior.

To do this, he takes a day off from the gym, thinking that the answer to this situation would be to spend time together. Smiling to himself, he clutches a bag of sweets to his chest.

y/n has got to love this, he thinks excitedly.

Knocking once, he can barely keep himself from barging in and tearing into his baked goodies. “y/n, I’m here. Wanna share these cookies with me? There’s also pound cake and cupcakes... The mini ones with enchanted apples on them.”

His smile falls a little when there’s a long note of silence. “y/n?” He questions.

“Oh! Uh... Sorry, Beel... Maybe another day. I’m studying for that final right now.” Beel knows you sound sincere, but something about this response seems off.

His heart sinks a little, feeling a little embarrassed after being rejected. He hadn’t expected this.

“Ah... Are you sure?”

“...”

There’s a silence from the other side of the door, and the sixth born starts to genuinely worry.

Truth be told, you had been weeping alone looking through images of famous demon athletes that advertised the same gym that Beel attended regularly. It was a dangerous thing to do, but how could you look away?

You take a glance at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were barely puffy. A bit red too. But overall, nothing seemed very different. Maybe— Just maybe, he wouldn’t even notice.

“Hello? You in there?”

You stiffen at the sound of his voice.

“Coming!” Hopping to your feet, you rush to the door and open it.

“Oh man, I was starting to get antsy smelling this bag... Let’s hurry and dig in.” His eyes are trained on the food in his hands, and his mouth is watering.

“Oh, Beel... You have some drool again!” You lightly scold him and wipe the corner of his mouth with a napkin from the table right beside the door.

At that, he finally gets a good look at you.

“Oh, thank y—... ou...” He trails off instantaneously. “Your eyes...”

You sigh and bow your head sheepishly. “Agh... I should’ve known you’d catch me. It’s not anything serious, I just was... I was watching a sad movie is all.”

His eyebrows knit together. “So were you studying or watching a movie?”

He caught me.

He pushes forward, closing the door behind him and taking your hands in his. He leaves the bag abandoned on the floor.

“y/n... What’s been up with you lately? You’re seriously not yourself.”

Your face flushes, and you sigh. Your throat suddenly feels tight. “Uh... That’s...”

He’s noticed this entire time. I’m an idiot.

“Listen, Beel...” You squeeze his hand. “I’ll tell you because I know that if I don’t, you’ll be worried sick.”

He nods hurriedly, heart rate increasing.

“I guess I just...” The words struggle to make their way out. “I don’t understand how-how someone like you; handsome, kind, and strong could end up with...” You pause, starting to tear up. “With someone like me.”

Beel takes a moment to process your situation.

And when he does, his head starts to spin, and his heart feels heavy like a boulder.

“y/n... What are you even thinking?” Is all he manages to whisper. He pulls you into a tight, comforting hug and sniffles.

“Beel—“

“You mean literally more to me than anything or anyone else.” He says firmly. “I don’t know what part of you you’re so hung up on, I couldn’t even imagine there being any reason to be.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I do.” He cuts you off firmly. If he didn’t, you may try to deny his definite truth. “y/n, I know i’m all about food and training... I’m sorry I don’t know how to make you realize how wonderful you are.

But I’d like to learn that with you. Is that okay?”

Your tears finally fall, soaking through his tank top.

“Of course... I’d love that.”

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myc-ology-whore · 2 years

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wondering how the mushroom would react to the tiny new puppy i got today. she's so little i don't think he'd know what to do with her; might be one of the few times you'll see him completely baffled, when he's dealing with a baby, human or otherwise. i feel like tiny, curious things with no self preservation instinct freak him out.

just some lil thoughts:

he freaks out if you bring a pet home without asking. he's not mad, just absolutely flabbergasted. won't come near you or the animal for a good few minutes; if it tries to come up to him he will not hesitate to jump up and cling to a chandelier or glare down at the creature from the top of a table.

after some coaxing, he comes a little closer if you're holding the animal. in this case, a wiggly little puppy. he's surprised that it doesn't try to bite him when he does as you say and lets the dog sniff his tentacle. when you offer to let him touch it, he proceeds with extreme caution before rubbing the little dog's head, dodging it when it tries to lick him.

okay, this isn't so bad. myc's still wary, but the puppy seems to harbor nothing but curiosity toward him, much to your delight. myc resists the instinctual urge to run away when you set the dog on the floor and it stumbles up to him, going around him in circles and sniffing him, and you see him shudder in discomfort when it sits up and puts its paws on him. however, much to your surprise, when the puppy jumps up on him, he catches it with lightning fast reflexes, holding it about a foot away from his orb and studying it. when it begins to squirm in his grasp, you suggest holding it to his chest. he thinks for a few seconds before doing just that, and in that moment, as the dog licks at his arm and he cradles it close, you can tell that he'll get used to it pretty quickly.

he's surprisingly good at communicating with the dog. he'll teach it its first trick before you do, and he'll often tell you what the dog wants if you can't understand it.

you'll catch him feeding it treats a lot, scratching behind its ears as he watches it lick up crumbs from the kitchen floor.

he will get jealous of the dog sometimes. he can't help it, when you finally get into a serious relationship with him he just wants all of your attention. so when you're coddling the dog and carrying it with you around the house, cooing at it and giving it tons of kisses, he gets a little pouty. yeah, he likes the dog all right too, but maybe he wants to get pampered like that every once in a while. just make it known that the puppy isn't replacing him, it's just "adding to your little family," and he'll drop it. he's never had a family, not in the way that humans do, so when you insinuate that he's part of your family now, he gets a little mushy.

he can't stand to see the dog in a kennel once he's grown attached to it. even if it's not potty trained yet, if he sees that you've put the dog into the kennel for any reason, he'll quietly let it out before giving it another treat. you have to scold him for it a lot, especially if the dog "goes" in the house, but he just can't help it. only exception is when you guys get NSFW, because he doesn't want to get interrupted, but if that's the case the dog goes into its bedroom, not a a kennel.

yes, he gives the dog its own bedroom. at first it was just so that he wouldn't have to be around it so much, but when he started growing fond of it he ended up buying it a bunch of toys and a fluffy dog bed and making sure the dog would never not be entertained. "what? dogs get bored too."

anywho, thanks for listening to my silly rambles! it's 2:20am now, so i'm gonna get some rest; my new dog is already knocked out lol.

#inside job #magic myc #myc #myc and pets don't usually mix #but he might make an exception for something that makes his s/o happy

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yo-anna0315 · 3 years

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Soukoku and a kiddo HCs

Some of this might refer to my own OC rather than just any kid, but anyway Dazai is still with the ADA, Chuuya is either the mafia boss or still an exec under Mori.

Chuuya has a fondness for stray kids and Dazai is impartial to orphans because of Odasaku, but neither of them plan on having kids or adopting because wow they have hectic lives and they themselves are very chaotic.

They’re also doing this new thing called can we have a functional relationship with each other? This includes Chuuya not turning to alcoholic tendencies every time he gets overwhelmed and Dazai not attempting to actively kill himself without going to Chuuya or someone else first, and the both of them trying to open up and trust each other more outside of combat.

Chuuya is probably walking home to one of his safehouses late at night, and some street kid comes and pickpockets him. And GETS AWAY with it. Chuuya is just shocked because excuse??? Some runt just came and picked his pocket??? He’s more amazed that someone would dare to pick his pocket and succeed rather than be annoyed. Well damn. The kid didn’t take anything important, just a bit of pocket change so Chuuya doesn’t care. But he’s impressed.

Dazai finds out when Chuuya mentions it over dinner and he’s DYING of laughter. He wants to meet this kid.

“Chibi got mugged!” “I didn’t get mugged, you asshole! I just said they stole some pocket change!” “Ah, Chibikko’s losing his touch. “You bastard!”

So Dazai does what Dazai does best and finds the kid without Chuuya even telling him a single thing.

“All I do is check the security cam footage you have around the safehouse, but that must be too big for your sheepdog brain to handle.”

The kid is a little snappy at first because who the fuck is this bandaged wearing idiot asking if they stole something. They live on the STREETS, what DON’T they steal? And then it clicks that they stole from a Port Mafia Executive. And Not just ANY PM Exec, they stole from the Gravity Manipulator.

The kid: “haha I’m in danger”

Dazai catches them and brings them back to Chuuya’s apartment and the kid is freaking out because oh my god, I’m going to lose my hand for stealing. Or worse! And Dazai is just so happy, what an asshole

“Chibi!” “What do you want, asshole?” “Look!” “Did you KIDNAP a fucking child!” “No, this is kid who stole from you, remember? The one who mugged you and stole your cash!” “You kidnapped a child.”

At this point the kid is in hysterics because why is he so happy? What’s going on? Are they going to die??? And then Chuuya, always the one with manners, is like I’m sorry my asshole boyfriend kidnapped you, can I make it up to you with dinner and a shower?

They’re not going to turn down free gifts, but they are extremely on edge. But Chuuya is a great cook and his shower is luxurious because he knows how to treat himself right (unlike a certain mackerel).

So the kid takes a shower first because hot water is utterly delightful and should never be wasted, they have two bowls of ramen and rice with nori sheets because hunger. Chuuya is appreciative because at least someone appreciates the hard work he puts into his food. Dazai is secretly relieved because he won’t have to eat the leftovers and he can just eat canned crab without feeling guilty.

Dinner and a shower turns into a night on the lounge in the study in safety and comfort, which turns into breakfast in the morning, which turns into dinner every few months and the cycle repeats until Dazai spills sake on the lounge and insists that the kid move into the spare bedroom for the night.

This kid is like okay wtf. Chuuya is exasperated, Dazai is scheming. Chuuya makes them have a sit down conversation because he’s trying to be better and the kid doesn’t need more dysfunction in their life. They extend an open invitation for the kid to come by whenever they want.

“Or you could just stay, it’s not like we’re not used to you at this point. And you haven’t run away screaming from us so we haven’t messed up yet.” “Dazai… what the fuck.”

Dazai and Chuuya agree to keep the kid away from the mafia, mostly Mori because Mori could use the kid as leverage over both Chuuya and Dazai and thas no bueno. (If Chuuya’s the mafia boss then he’ll probably keep the kid away from the mafia, unless they want in then he’ll sit down with them and have a talk to make sure they know what they’re getting into). So, Dazai gets a little shadow that just kind of loiters around the ADA.

Dazai trades completed paperwork for tutoring lessons from Kunikida when he has time, Yosano teaches them anatomy and basic first aid, Atsushi, Ranpo, Tanizaki, Naomi and Kenji get a new friend. Fukuzawa sometimes spends time enlightening the kid about politics and strategy and history, or watches over the kid when Dazai has to work on a case.

Kouyou finds out about the kid on accident and whisks the kid away to teach them etiquette and class and spoils them with shopping. Despite her loyalty to Mori, her fondness of Chuuya keeps her from outing the kid to the Boss.

At home, Chuuya teaches the kid martial arts and if they have an ability then Chuuya and Dazai team up to coach the kid through developing their power whatever it may be. Dazai also teaches the kid how to pick locks and psychology, like how to read body language, how to lie, how to get the truth from someone.

I feel like the kid wouldn’t completely abandon the streets, so they go visit old friends and bring left overs or snacks or water bottles to their friends still on the street.

Even though they don’t need to, the kid has connections through other street orphans so they can relay information to Dazai and Chuuya.

“There’s been this group trying to take over one of the ports, but we can’t find any intel on where their base is located or who they are.” “Oh, you mean the group of people taking shelter in one of the abandoned warehouses? They’re so rude.”

“The killer escaped, but they aren’t sure how.” “If you go down this alleyway, you can sneak over the wall. It’s hard, but once you figure out how to get over, it’s really easy to lose people.”

Dazai and Chuuya have a push and pull type of relationship. It’s balanced for the most part because they trust each other and know each other well, but sometimes it tips too much like when Dazai gets flighty and suicidal and refuses to tell anyone or when Chuuya starts falling back on alcohol, then it’s a little rocky. But I feel like having someone else to provide and care for and receive help and appreciation helps them to balance out.

I really like this headcanon because I’m a sucker for found families and Soukoku deserves to be happy dammit.

#do people get nervous about posting stuff?#soukoku #soukoku headcanons #headcanons #skk #bungou stray dogs #bsd #i LOVE found family tropes #also the thought of Dazai being responsible for another human being is amusing to me #because disaster mackerel #I would trust Chuuya with a kid #I would only trust Dazai with a kid if he had Chuuya #I bet Chuuya spent a lot of time with kyouka when she was PM #I might make a part 2 of this #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya

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lobakmerahs · 3 years

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Good night

Summary: Just a night routine of Levi and reader ends their day and go to bed together.

You were watching the night sky from the window in the bedroom. You stared in awe at the shining stars, fluffy clouds and the crescent moon as well as how peaceful the headquarters seemed to be at this hour. You just took your bath and was waiting for your significant other to return as per usual. He would always arrived at the chamber later than you, being the workaholic that he was.

Speaking of the devil, just as your mind was wandering to him, you heard two knocks from the bedroom door, signalling that he had arrived and waiting for you to open the door. You knew full well who would be standing behind the door yet you still purposely asked the obvious question;

“Who’s that?”

“It’s me.” The question was answered in a short one with a monotone voice.

You opened the door just enough for you to peek to the individual that was still in a complete Survey Corps uniform that was standing behind the door.

“What’s the password?”

“Haa?” he asked, a total confusion was plastered on his face since you never asked that question before and obviously couldn’t think of a freaking password.

“Nope. Wrong answer.” You tried your best not to laugh at his reaction and put an attempt to close the door but were a few seconds late since he held the door with his hand and pushed it carefully using his leg. Noticing your failed attempt, you let go of the door and tried to run away from him which you also failed miserably. Levi closed and locked the door behind him and were fast enough to catch you with one of his strong arms, put you on his shoulder before he slammed you on the bed and started to tickle you.

The room was filled with cries of your laughter and pleads, begging Levi to stop tickling you. Levi ignored your first few beggings but he started to feel pity for you so he stopped the tickles and laid on top of you with his face buried into your neck. You were catching your breath while you took your hands to cup his face and made him look at you.

“You were late today.” You said while examining his tired face.

“Sorry, I was working on the paperworks and got lost track of time.” He explained then he kissed your thumb that was resting on his lips.

“That's okay.” You smiled, understanding the job that was assigned to him. “I would love to cuddle with you but you needed a bath, you kind of smell you know.” You joked at him while scrunching your nose a little bit. Levi looked slightly offended and just scoffed at you. Well, your words and reaction made him lifted his body from you and continued to tickle you while saying “how dare you”’s and asking ; “what did you eat during dinner just now? Aren’t you a little too annoying tonight”. None of them that you could reply other than with your laughs and cries.

"Fine. I'm going to take a quick shower, once I'm back, we will cuddle and go to bed together, okay?" He finally let go of you and you nodded with excitement at him. It had been such a busy day for both you, given the ranks and responsibilities that the both of you carried on the shoulders. Tonight, like any other night, after the hectic and stressful day, it always came as a remedy to it. For both of you to get some rest and destress before tomorrow came with another bundle of works that needed to be done and new challenges that needed to be faced.

You were sitting on the bed, when the door creaked opened and having Levi entering the room, shirtless with only his pants and a towel hanging on his shoulder. He walked towards you, sat in front of you and handed you his towel. You smiled, understanding his signal. Levi lowered his head a little bit, having his wet hair hanging from his head. Then, he felt his fluffy towel being put on his wet hair and your finger gently massaged his head which also worked as an effort to dry off his hair. Levi sighed in relaxation with your massages on his head, your fingers moved in a way that he liked, the way you scratched his scalp, pressing his temples and playing with his hair through the towel. Not too rough but not too soft either, just enough, just nice. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dry his hair by himself but when the both of you were left alone, it had been a routine that you guys would do the smallest things together to benefit the time and it helped to make you and him grew closer with each other.

When he felt like you were done with his hair, Levi lifted his head and looked into your eyes. They were brimmed with love and care that made his heart swelled with the same feelings. He could see his reflection in your eyes, he looked so....content, to say the least. Levi noticed that you seemed to blush upon his handsome stare and tried to look away for a second, that’s when he scooped you into his muscular arms and placed you on his lap with a quick kiss on your forehead and a deep husky whisper of thank you in your ears. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist so one side of your body was always in contact to his and he let his back rested on the headboard of the bed. His muscular body that looked solid hard felt so comfortable to you and as for Levi, to have your soft body in his arms never failed to give him a homey feeling.

Your eyes was wandering to his manly neck and stopped at his prominent Adam’s apple. Your fingers moved faster than you realized since the next second you knew, your fingers were touching his Adam’s apple. Levi looked at you upon noticing your touch, then moved his hands to tuck some of your hair behind your ears and sat still to allow you to continue leaving those feathery touches on him. Your finger trailed from his neck to his well defined collarbone and stopped at the gap between the two collarbones. You moved your index finger in a digging motion at that part and totally ignoring Levi’s confused look at you.

“What are you doing?” He asked, couldn’t read your actions.

“Trying to dig your suprasternal notch so it would get deeper.” You said, nonchalantly though Levi’s sharp eyes could detect the naughtiness on your face.

“Stop it.....” He said and smiled helplessly. Then, he took your finger to his mouth and bit it softly which made you giggled a little. After that, he placed your finger back to his collarbone and looked at you, permitting you to continue to examine his body.

You trailed your finger from his sharp collarbone to his shoulder, that was when you noticed his new bruises and you halted your finger.

“I never saw these before. Are they new..?" you asked with a hint of worry in your voice and a little furrowed of eyebrows when your eyes met Levi’s.

“Yes. I got them when I was training some of the cadets this evening and had to help them when they were about to crash the ground.” He explained and his hand that was rested on your waist was rubbing your sides reassuringly, trying to persuade you that it was nothing. So, you moved closer to the bruises and kissed them softly before you used your thumbs to gently rub circles on them.

Levi smiled softly when you kissed his bruises. Trying to make up the most of the opportunity, he moved your body to face him. He showed off his other bruises that were on the other shoulder.

"This one is new as well, I got it when I trained those brats the other day. Still hurts though." He said the last sentence slowly with a wince, as if he was in pain and as if he was not the strongest soldier inside the walls. You pressed your lips together, trying not to smile or laugh with his cute behavior trying to ask you to kiss his bruised shoulder. Nevertheless, you obliged and kissed his other bruises once more much to Levi's pleasure.

Then, you moved your body backwards a little bit, to create a little bit of distance between the two of you so you could examine Levi's body better. His sharp collarbones, muscular chest, huge biceps, veiny arms and well-defined abs. His body itself was a work of art and what added to the points were his scars. On the arms, a bit across his chest as well as his stomach. You had always wanted to properly look at his scars and asked him about them but never got the chance to do so and you thought that tonight might be it. Hence, you touched one of his scars, the one on his chest before you looked up at him where he was already gunning his eyes to you.

"When did this happened?", you asked softly.

"The expedition outside the walls few weeks ago." He answered followed by your kiss on the scar.

"And this one?", you asked, your finger was on his forearm.

"I got it when Eren's horse went berserk that one time." He answered calmly and waiting for you to kiss it as well, which to his delight, you did.

"What about this one?", you asked. You hand was placed on his bicep, the wound was fully closed but you could tell that it used to be a deep one.

"I got it when I was fighting with Kenny's squad. You were the one who stitched it, remember?," he said, lips smirking. The smirk turned into a whole loving smile when you let out a soft "ohh", finally remembering that time and you planted yet another gentle kiss on the mentioned scar. Then, you put your hands on his brawny chest, feeling his beating heart under your palms.

Levi tapped on your thigh twice as a sign for you to remain where you were before he got up, took his towel to hang it and went to the wardrobe to get his t shirt. When his back was facing you, his manly looking back, chunks of muscles, his sharp wings as well as his scars that act as jewelries on his beautiful body, you widen your eyes almost instinctively. Woah what a view, you thought to yourself. You had to admit, that wasn’t the first time you saw his back yet it never failed to make you caught your breath everytime you saw it. That’s a seduction right there. You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a wolf whistle when Levi turned his back on you. Then, you laughed when he shifted his head towards you and gave you a flirtatious glare. He took his shirt and walked back to you, handing you his shirt silently asking you to put it on him.

"I've always been curious. Did you always ask other people to help you wearing shirts -- before I became yours?," you asked.

"No. Of course I wear them on my own. But ever since you’re mine, all of a sudden I didn't know how to put it on by myself." He said nonchalantly, knowing his answer would make you blushed-- which you did but quickly got yourself covered.

"You're flirting with me, aren't you?," you said, squinting your eyes at him acting like you were examining him carefully. At the same time, you took the t shirt, stood on your knees and put it on Levi, helped him with the sleeves and when you were done, you immediately put your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"Maybe I am." Levi simply answered before he carried you with his arms and placed you on your side of the bed. Then, he crawled to his side and plopped down. Levi tugged you into the blanket and helped you with your hair to place them on your pillow so you won't accidentally pull your hair when you were sleeping. Levi laid on his side, facing you, with one elbow propped up and his head was resting on the palm of his hand and the other hand was cradling your face. He stared down at you lovingly, before he moved his face closer to yours. You closed your eyes while smiling shyly, as Levi planted a soft kiss on your forehead, then your eyebrows, to your eyelids, nose bridge, both of your cheeks and ended on your chin before he distanced his face from yours. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times at him.

"Levi........", you called him almost beggingly while tapping at your lips slowly, at the same time staring at him. You knew he purposely left that part from the way he smirked at you.

"What....?", he pretended to not understanding your body language while his deep chuckles escaped from him. You sighed and turned your body to face him. You placed your hand on his jawline before you pulled his face closer to yours and planted a soft kiss on his full lips which he returned the favour before you moved back a little and continued starring at him.

Your hand remained at his jawline while your thumb tenderly rubbing it, meanwhile Levi's hand pulled your body close to his and rubbing your side gently. Yet again Levi scooted his face close to yours until your noses bumped with each other, which made you let out a soft giggle and you both stared at each others' faces in a comfortable silent. You were enjoying your sight, feeling grateful to be the person that got to love and be loved by the man laying in front of you, the person who had been through so many losses in his life yet again still be able to give so much to humanity. Levi was also enjoying his view, his other half who might had not experienced a lot of losses like he did, but instead had seen people's greed, betrayals and defamations yet still chose to trust him wholeheartedly and loved him unconditionally.

"Levi....," you called him almost whispering.

"Hmmm?," he answered which you didn't reply but he knew you were awake from your hand that was still caressing his face in a caring manner.

"What is it?," he asked, getting curious from the way you called his name yet said nothing.

"Nothing. I just wanted to say your name." You said and broke your lips into a smile as if being able to say his name had brought you genuine happiness. He smiled back at you, amazed with your unique love language and felt so grateful to be the one to experience it.

"Levi......," you softly called his name again which sounded like a melody to his ears. Undeniably his favorite sound. Maybe because he loved you so deeply or maybe because your voice was just pretty, but the way you called his name felt so sweet, so hopeful and so right. He had countless people pronouncing his name but no one could give him the warmth and love that only you could provide when you cited his name.

"Hmmm?", he hummed at you as his answer.

"You're my.......," you said before you stopped to yawn followed by a few blinks of your eyes.

"I'm your what?"

"You're my.....," you stopped again to giggle at his reaction. He looked so impatient for your answer because his eyes never blinked at yours and was waiting your answer as if it was a torture.

"My what?"

"My brat."

You said before you broke into a laugh. Levi looked half surprised and half opposed of your answer.

"You can't call me that." He said sternly yet his face was smiling. What an idiot, that was so lame but lucky that you're cute and I love you, he thought to himself.

"Oops sorry I just did." You placed your hand to cover your mouth and fake a surprised reaction.

"Tch call me something else. Only I can call you that." Levi said and felt curious of what you wanted to label him in your life. He was waiting for your answer patiently while examining your features that seemed to be thinking of a reply to his demand.

"My man.” You answered followed by ; “Levi, I love you." Simple. Random. Short. Deep yet so sweet. And you quickly hid your face into his chest right after that.

Your man? It sounded simple but it took a deep meaning to both of you. Saying that he was your man was claiming that you were fully Levi’s and vice versa. It also meant that you gave all yourself to him, for him to love, protect, care, save as well as to lead you in this life. It showed how much you trusted him in your life and how deep was the feelings that you had for him, not just as a soldier, Captain or friend - but as a man that you loved.

Levi brought you into a closer hug, as if he wanted to keep your body inside his warm one. He kissed your head for a long moment, closing his eyes slowly while inhaling the scent of your hair as if he didn't want to lift his lips from your head, before he whispered;

Levi was too surprised and touched with your words that he couldn't think of a smart response to them immediately.

He came back from his deep thoughts when he realized you had stopped moving your hand that had it resting on his face. He gently pulled your face away from his chest to see your eyes were closed with your body rose and fell from your peaceful breathing. You had fallen into sleep and it made Levi’s heart fluttered upon seeing your peaceful sleeping figure.

"I love you too. So so much. Goodnight and sweet dreams, my brat."

#levi ackermann #levi x reader #Levi fanfiction #levi ackermann imagines #levi ackermann fanfic #levi ackermann fanfiction #levi ackermann x reader #levi aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fic #attak on titan #attack on titan fic #attack on titan fanfic #survey corps #scout regiment #captain levi #levi heichou

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tadashiwa · 3 years

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it has to be you

denki kaminari x reader

word count: 3135

a/n: aaahhh this was fun and it’s my longest work to date!!! i hope u guys enjoy

warnings: sex pollen. mention of alcohol. dub-con (because of the sex pollen). daddy kink. slight size kink. unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE U TAP IT BESTIES). smut. fluff. mutual pining. confession of feelings. i think thats it? let me know if i missed any shordies

11:36pm

dont think about it. dont think about it.

the words helplessly rang through kaminari's head. yet, it was useless. no matter how hard he tried to will his brain away from what he had the absolute privilege of witnessing earlier that day, his brain could not stop. god, he felt like a perv thinking that.

it was supposed to be just another normal night patrol with you. you, his sidekick, his best friend, and the goddamn love of his life. yet, as much as he loved you, what you did today was so stupid. so fucking stupid. maybe it was because he loved you so much that he thought it was so stupid. he didn't really know.

8:42 pm

kaminari was supposed to only be gone five minutes at most. and yet, when you saw the new rising villain, desanctify, trying to break into a church, you didn't wait for him. you didn't call for backup. you went on and fought her on your own. and even when desanctify hit you with her poisonous, seductive, midnight's-evil-twin venom, you kept fighting. and somehow, through your haze of desperate arousal and aching need, you managed to get her in those hero handcuffs. and when kaminari finally caught up to you, my god were you a mess.

a mess that was so painfully attractive to kami.

that goddamn sex spell had absolutely wrecked you. after your agency gave you the rest of the night off, kami carried you back to your apartment. piggy back style proved to be easiest with your state. because, when he held you bridal style, much to his delight, or dismay, you were begging him to fuck you. you kept grabbing at his jacket and looking up at him with those doe eyes. you were distracting him so much he had to flip you around to his back.

you were both so close to your apartment, your whimpers echoing through kaminari's ears like a goddamn siren's song. your head was resting against his shoulder with your hips hovering so closely to his neck and you were still whimpering and kami could almost swear that he felt your core grinding against his back and—

finally. he reached your door.

11:53pm

of course he felt bad leaving you like that, alone in your apartment and so desperately horny you couldn't control yourself. he just figured you.... would figure it out on your own? he got off his shift in seven minutes, he was gonna call you to check in after. he was really hoping the spell had worn off by now. he's not sure he would survive a call with you if it hadn't.

it's not like you had ever shown interest in denki in the first place. sure, you were sometimes flirty and there was that one time you both drunkenly kissed on new years but he never for a second thought it was real. you could have anyone you wanted. surely your hazy desperation for him came out of a place of convenience. he couldn't afford to think otherwise.

finally, his shift ended. as he walked to the subway stop closest to him he pulled out his phone, prepared to call you and check i—

FIFTY SEVEN MISSED CALLS FROM YOU?!?!?!

kami was freaking out. were you okay? were you hurt? what was going on? what if you needed him and he was too late again?

his panic subsided when he saw the texts pouring in from you. well, he was still panicked. just for another reason.

texts of you begging for him were coming through in droves. he lost count of how many times he had to scroll. it was adorable and simultaneously terrifying. it made his blood thrum in his ears and his cheeks get hot.

and there were voicemails too.

voicemails of you whining his name. of you begging for him. telling him how badly you wanted him to make you cum. god.

surely this had to be a prank, right? you had to be messing with him. he called you, just like he said he would, expecting you to be laughing hysterically on the other end.

except you weren't.

you were still whining desperately for him. how your own fingers werent enough. how you needed his cock inside you or you think you might die.

kaminari genuinely felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. there's no way, right? he couldn't. you're not thinking straight. you didn't mean that. but you almost sounded like you were in pain. he was sure everyone on the subway could hear how hard his heart was beating.

"kami—they.. they said that... ngh—they said that it only—hah—only goes away if so-someone makes you c-cum—shit!"

all the color drained from his face.

"it—it has to be you."

12:31am

despite every nerve ending in his body absolutely reeling, kaminari found himself standing at your door. the same door he stood at all those times when he came to pick you up on your way to the agency. the same door he stood at when he made sure you got home safe when you were drunk. the same door he used as a shield from the unknown, the intimacy that made all of your flirting and side comments real.

he knocked once. twice. no answer. his fingers drifted down to the knob itself and gave it an experimental twist. unlocked.

he knocked once more. still no answer. then, with every ounce of courage he could muster, he let himself in. the shield was gone. the barrier was crossed. there he was, standing in his apartment, and you were deadset on fucking him.

"y/n? i'm here.... you uh... you didn't answer so i just let myse—" his call out to you is cut off by quite possibly the most pornographic moan he had ever heard.

it was almost as if his body was in a trance as he walked towards the source of the noise. the moans weren't stopping. denki was already hard at the sound of them. to make matters worse, your bedroom door was open and—

holy shit.

kaminari had seen his fair share of early morning sunrises. his fair share of cherry blossoms. he'd seen plenty of girls who he was convinced were the prettiest girls on earth. but you, you were breathtaking. genuinely ethereal. kaminari had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life. he didn't think he would ever again.

there you were, in one of his shirts he had let you borrow and nothing else. the pillow between your legs wet with your slick as you desperately dragged your clit against it, looking for any sort of release. one hand balanced you as the other played with your breast, pulling the shirt up to reveal your midsection in the process.

and when your eyes met his, kaminari was sure: this is heaven.

your pupils dilated so large at the sight of him that the y/e/c rings surrounding them disappeared. your bottom lip was pulled tight in between your teeth, your hair a mess. my god. just when kaminari thought it couldn't get any better, you spoke. without breaking eye contact, you whined,

"denki, please."

kami rushed towards you with such a sense of urgency you would've thought that he was a man starved.

"sh-shh-shhh, it's okay. it's okay, i'm here now."

in your sex-crazed daze, you pulled denki onto the bed next to you, his back leaning against your headboard. you were quick to straddle his thigh, almost collapsing at the contact you had craved for so fucking long.

denki didn't think he could possibly be any more turned on than he was in that moment. you held his shoulders in an attempt to balance yourself, dragging your clit over his thigh. you were making a mess out of his hero costume but he couldn't be bothered to care in the slightest. not when the pressure of you against him felt so right. not when he could feel your breath fanning against his ear. not when he was still processing the fact that you said you only wanted him on that phone call. nothing else mattered except the way you moved against him.

where should he put his hands? should he help you? should he take the shirt off of you? yeah, denki wasn't a virgin, but this was his first time with someone he cared about as much as you. he wanted to make you feel good.

you remedied his racing mind when you placed one of his hands on your hip and the other on one of your tits. he experimentally rolled your nipple over in between his fingers and was met by more of your delicious mewls.

you were so close to cumming. the entire situation was so overwhelming. denki smelled so good. his hands were so rough against your smooth skin. the way his eyes flickered between your face and your drooling cunt had your heart racing.

the rhythm in your movements was lost the more worked up you got. it took all the confidence denki could gather to take over for you. he flexed his thigh muscle as he pulled down on your hips to grind you against him harder. you had half the mind to be embarrassed at how loud the moan that was ripped from your throat was.

"'m close, denki i-i'm close—" you whimpered.

"cmon pretty girl—ngh—cum for me. cum all over me like a good girl." denki's raspy, arousal soaked voice was all it took for you to come undone all over him. you threw your head back, exposing your throat that was just begging to be marked. you were begging to be claimed.

little "so good"s and "thank you"s were tumbling from your lips as you came down from your high. god, were you a sight to behold. denki was so painfully hard he wasn't sure if he could take it any longer.

he was half expecting you to come to and ask him to leave.

but you didn't.

you started moving again.

"more, i need more. daddy, please, i need more—"

what did you say?

the title snapped any remaining resolve denki had left. he had to have you.

he gently lifted you off of his thigh and you groaned at the loss of contact. but, your complaints were silenced as he slid down the bed.

holy shit.

all those dreams you had of denki making you cum couldn't even begin to prepare you for when he pulled you forward to sit on his face. you almost came just at the way his eyes met yours. he wanted this just as much as you did.

the feeling of his tongue kitten licking your clit was heavenly. your senses were overloaded with him. the way his lips felt against your core. the way his hair framed his face like a halo. the way his hands dug into your thighs so tight you couldn't even consider moving. you absolutely lost your mind when he slid two fingers into your hole. they were so much bigger than yours. they reached that spot inside you that you couldn't on your own. and when you felt a little spark of electricity on your clit, you were sent tumbling over the edge and into a state of pure bliss.

"kami, kami, fuck, i-i'm cumming!"

he found your pathetic babbles in an attempt to warn him adorable.

surely after you had came all over his face you would snap out of your haze. feel disgusting. ask him to leave.

and yet, you didn't.

"need you. need you to fuck me." you quietly expressed between whimpers.

"y/n, a-are you sure? i don't wanna take advantage of you or anything-"

"yes i'm sure, please! i've wanted this for so long. i need you." your eyes met his as you begged and it, it sounded like you. not like the spell that overtook you. you were desperate, but you were genuine.

kami swore he had never seen someone look so fucking beautiful in his life.

and he couldn't tear his eyes off of you as he flipped you both over, his hips hovering over yours.

while the thought of denki being fully clothed as he wrecked you turned you on more than you cared to admit, you wanted to touch him. you wanted to feel his skin against yours.

denki laughed breathlessly at the way you grabbed at the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. he slid his pants down enough to free his aching cock, the head red and leaking with proof of his arousal.

you don't think you would've torn your eyes away from the way he stroked himself for all the money in the world.

"what, you like what you see?" kami attempted to ease the tension, noticing your stare.

"kami."

"what?"

you pulled his head down to meet yours as your lips connected in a kiss. not a drunken new years eve kiss. not a kiss of desire and convenience through your sex crazed daze. a real kiss. a real fucking kiss. he whimpered into your mouth at the intimacy of it all.

god, he was in love with you.

he slid the head of his cock over your slit, gathering your juices. shy, his eyes met yours.

"are you sure?"

"yeah."

the feeling of him sinking into you drove both of you mad. he was so big. bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken. and you were so, so, so goddamn tight. the room was silent apart from the sound of your tangled whimpers and moans.

he looked down to where your bodies met and, oh man, was it a beautiful sight. your hips looked so small compared to his one hand holding you in place. it felt as though your tight little cunt was made for him.

“princess, look at it. look at how good you take me.” you opened your eyes through the pleasure mixed with pain and he was only halfway in. how the hell was he so big? you moaned at the sight of him sinking into you. “can i keep going, babydoll? you gonna take daddy一ngh一take daddy all the way like a good girl? cmon, princess, you’re doing so good.”

denki was always a talker. he was funny. he was flirty. he was kinda stupid. but you never expected that his words could get you impossibly hornier. in that moment, all you wanted to do was please him. “daddy, keep going, keep going please. i wanna cum all over your cock, please.”

with the way you begged for him to fill you up, denki didn’t think he could wait to feel himself bottom out. he buried his head in your neck, pushing in until he was fully sheathed inside of you. god, he sounded heavenly.

“fucking shit, doll. how are you so tight?” your pussy held his cock in a vice grip. his best girl, making him so proud.

“denki, denki,”

“what’s that?” his hand on his hip drifted up to your jaw, gripping your chin and leading you to look into his eyes.

“mmh--daddy,”

good girl.

“daddy, ‘m gonna cum, wanna cum so bad,”

“pl-please don’t! i wanna cum with you, if that’s okay? please don’t cum yet.” it was almost cute how his attempt at dominance faded as he begged you. the idea itself sounded heavenly.

“yeah, yeah, okay, just--please move. please.”

denki placed his hand holding your chin on the bed next to you as he pistoned his hips in and out of you. a moan was torn from your throat as denki’s eyes rolled back into his head.

his pace didn’t increase as he smiled at how your face contorted impossibly hotter.

“you like that? huh? you like when一shit一you like when daddy fucks you nice and slow?”

in all honesty, denki hated how slow he forced himself to fuck you. he just wanted to hear you beg.

“faster!”

“then beg for it.”

you rolled your eyes as you decided to ruin denki just as bad. “daddy, please, please, please fuck me, i’ve wanted your cock for so long i just need you to fuck me! please, i’ll be good, i swear! I need you to fuck me like i deserve. like your bad little girl. please!”

the direct eye contact you held as you begged him drove kami feral. you smirked as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“haah一whatever you want, angel.” denki’s hips slammed in and out of you faster than your brain could process. the sounds of skin meeting skin mixed perfectly with the sound of his breathy little moans and you screaming his name.

kami wrapped one of your legs around his waist, the new angle making his cock stroke that spot inside you just right. kami knew he struck gold when he felt the way you gripped him impossibly tighter.

“yeah? ‘s that the spot? ‘m i making you feel good? tell me im making you feel good.” deep down, you both knew that his words came from a spot of needing to please you. he masked his insecurities with a false sense of dominance. for his sake, you pretended not to notice.

“yeah! god, yeah, right there. god you’re making me一hnngh一making me feel so good.”

“shit, doll, ‘m getting close.” denki’s forehead met yours as one of his hands wrapped gently around the column of your throat.

you were a goddamn wreck. you needed his cum inside of you so bad. the decision to tell him so proved to be the straw to break the camel’s back.

“cum for me, daddy. cum inside me. please.”

with that, kami gave one, two, three, half hearted strokes before cumming deep inside you. the feeling of his cum filling you up snapped the coil building inside of you. you squirted all over his cock as his pelvis bone dragged against your clit. denki didn’t have any strength left in him left to do anything but whine at the sight.

2:18 am

you’re not sure when either of you collapsed in sleep. yet, when you woke up an hour later, you felt like you had been hit by a car.

you stood up and tried to waddle to the bathroom, but you almost fell to the floor as you attempted to move. Denki heard the squeak of your mattress as you flopped back down.

“where--where are you going?” denki asked you, sitting up. his raspy voice was so hot. god, was it everything this man did? did he just live to make you horny?

“i need to pee.”

“then go pee.”

“i--i can’t walk.”

denki stared clueless through the dark. why couldn’t you walk?

oh.

his face turned bright red.

“do you, uh, need… help?” he sensed more than saw you nod. he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked around the bed. he collected you in his arms as he supported your weight and walked you to the bathroom door. in the bathroom light, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hickeys littering your neck.

he waited outside the bathroom until he heard the faucet turn off. you slid back into his arms as you opened the door.

it was like you belonged there.

denki wanted to say something. he wanted to ask. he had to know. did you really want what happened? was it a one time thing? were you mad at him? he was terrified of you asking him to leave.

“denki, what?” you asked quietly as you both walked back.

“huh?”

“i know you’re thinking about something.” you both sat back on the bed.

“no i’m not! i’m all good.” he smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

“denki, i know you. talk to me.” you put your hand over his in the dark. god, you were not making this easy.

“it’s, i just, what was that? did you want that? did i take advantage of you? are you okay?”

“denki.”

“was i okay? are we ever gonna do that again? i mean, i’d like to but not if you don’t want--”

“denki.”

“do you even know how i feel about you?”

“denki.”

the raise of your voice was gentle. you weren’t mad. it sounded like you were smiling. you turned your head to face him. he could see your eyes sparkle through the dark.

“i don’t regret anything about what we just did. you didn’t take advantage of me. i’m okay. that was the best sex i’ve ever had, and honestly, i’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.”

denki let out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding. “wait, what was that last part?” you could hear the tease and smile in his voice through the dark.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” your voice was small.

“oh. me too.” his voice was smaller.

you were quiet for a few moments before you both gathered everything left inside of you as you turned to face each other.

“i’m in love with you.” you said in tandem.

you both were too shy to do anything except stare at each other and smile.

“you mean that?” he asks.

“yeah. do you?”

“yeah.”

he leaned forward to capture your lips in a sleepy kiss. he missed the first time, and his lips landed on the space between your lips and your nose. you both giggled.

not to sound cliche, but the kiss was magical. you felt like you did back in UA, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how kami called you gorgeous that day. you felt like you did when you kissed him that new years eve, those feelings bubbling up inside of you. if denki knew that was how you felt, he would’ve said he felt the same way, just times ten. times a thousand.

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can i uh, take you out tomorrow night?”

“kaminari, I just begged you to cum inside me and you’re asking to take me out on a date?”

he giggled. “yeah.”

“of course you can take me out tomorrow night.” kaminari licked his lips and smiled.

“good. WAIT-”

“yes, denki, i’m on the pill!”

he flopped back against the mattress. “thank god!”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Memories, Pt. III

Summary: You were captured by Hydra. What did they do to your memories?

Warnings: mentions of violence, panic attacks, torture

Word Count: 1968

a/n: Part 3!! Honestly, I feel like this series could've been a one shot, but I wasn't feeling inspired to write the whole thing at once and I knew I would finish it if I posted part of it because I would stress about people wanting the next part 🙃

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3 Years Ago

Bucky could only be described as a ball of nerves when you walked into the room. It felt like his brain shut off.

He had spent the last thirty minutes practicing what he was going to say to you when you arrived for your weekly movie night. Basically, it boiled down to six simple words: I'm falling in love with you.

Despite Steve, and a slightly out of character Sam, ensuring him that you felt the same, he was still skeptical. Why would you choose him when you could get any guy, or girl for that matter?

As he nervously stared at you, he could see your lips moving, but no sound could be registered above his own internal panic.

He didn't fully comprehend you had even said anything until he registered the panic on your face. Suddenly, his own thoughts disappeared.

"Oh no. No, no, no. I'm so sorry. You obviously don't feel the same. I'm just gonna go! I'll, uh, I'll see you later." You tried running out of the room, but Bucky was too quick.

"Huh? I don't feel what?" He was completely stunned that he had gotten so worked up in his own nerves that he missed what you said. He was supposed to be trained in observing people. He should be able to multitask, especially when one task is completely within his own mind.

"Bucky, really it's okay. I'll be fine. We'll be fine! I just, I need a minute... or a few to-"

"Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry." He sputtered as tears pooled in your eyes. What the hell did he miss? "I didn't hear a word you said."

"You... what? Why not?" The tears continued to pool as you did your best to hold them back for when you were alone in your room.

Bucky took a deep breath before he began talking faster than you'd ever heard him speak before.

"I'm falling in love with you." You honestly stopped breathing for a minute. "I was trying to think of how to tell you. That's why I didn't hear you. Steve convinced me that I should tell you. Sam a little bit too honestly. They kept saying it wasn't healthy to keep it all bottled up. And, I mean, I just-"

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his eagerly. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, soft smiles growing into wholeheartedly happy grins.

"You're an idiot." You chuckled, pressing your forehead to his. "That's what I said when you so graciously ignored me."

"I- You what?" Bucky's jaw dropped.

"I'm falling in love with you too."

Present

Waking up in Bucky's arms felt right. There was no other way to put it. His presence had a soothing effect unparalleled by anything you had ever felt before.

His face was relaxed, a slight smile pulling on his lips. You brushed his hair out of his face, slowly rubbing your thumb along his cheek and down his jaw.

A familiar ball of guilt grew in your stomach as you cuddled closer to his body. It may have only been two days since you woke up, but this group of heroes quickly found a place in your heart, almost like they'd been there all along. Lying to them about your past was gnawing on your heart, slowly breaking down your resolve.

You carefully removed yourself from his embrace, softly closing the door to your bedroom as you left. You knew he would want to talk about last night, and you just weren't ready for that. Not yet.

You wandered the halls until, three dead ends later, you eventually made it to the kitchen. Much to your relief, the common area was empty. You had just enough time to calm your internal panic about what food you could eat when Natasha walked in.

"I'm about to make a smoothie, want one?" She offered, much to your delight.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you." The level of sincerity of your words caught her mildly off guard, not that you or anyone would have been able to tell.

"So, how are you feeling?" She questioned lightly, hiding her skepticism at your odd behavior. Call her a pessimist, but 3 months with Hydra and you're relatively fine? It doesn't quite add up.

"Oh, um, okay I guess. I feel like my brain is all jumbled." You settled for half truths again, knowing she would easily spot a total lie.

"Right, well that's to be expected after a few months with Hydra. You said they kept you in that room the whole time?" She kept her tone light, trying to empathize with everything you went through.

"Um, yeah... I-" You grabbed your head as memories flashed through your mind. You were in a room, it looked like a lab but it was dark and grimy. People surrounded you, but you couldn't understand what they were saying.

They poked and prodded at you, forcing you to lay down as they strapped you into a metal chair.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" She rushed to you, smoothie forgotten in the blender as you screamed, remembering the pain you felt in that chair. You didn't even realize you were muttering under your breath.

Her voice drew you back to the present. You abruptly stood up, backing into a corner as you glanced around the room.

Slowly, the past two days came back to you. Flashes of memories, old and new mixed together in your head, all out of order.

You were in the Avengers compound.

Your were buried in rubble, people screaming and crying surrounded you.

They thought you were one of them.

You were being arrested, locked in the room where Bucky found you.

They didn't know the truth.

"Y/N?" Nat questioned again, slowly moving toward you.

"I'm fine. I, uh, I'm okay." You took deep breaths, slowly calming all your nerves.

"What happened?" She pulled you out of the corner, leading you back to the island for your smoothie.

"I, um, I was back there." You stuttered, trying to make sense of the image. "But, it was different. A different room." You were too shaken to think about what could happen from sharing this new development.

"A different room? What did it look like?" Nat was eager to hear more. If you didn't remember everything from your three months there, maybe they did something to you, and that's why you've been acting weird.

"It looked, it looked like a basement. It was dark and grimy." You left out the part about the lab equipment. "I, um, I think I'm gonna go on a walk. Just to clear my head a little bit."

You left before she could respond, smoothie untouched on the counter.

When you returned from the walk, you could hear Nat talking to Steve and Wanda in the kitchen.

"I'm telling you, they must have done something to her. She's not acting right." Nat was firm, steadfast in her belief that Hydra wouldn't have kept you there without trying something.

You're heart rate spiked at her words, nervousness overcoming your body. They were going to figure it out.

"Nat, she just came back from three months of torture. Of course she's gonna act a bit different. She needs time to adjust back to her regular life." Wanda replied, figuring Nat was just a little too paranoid.

"You didn't see her in the kitchen! Wan, she freaked out. She looked terrified. She was muttering something about experiments. What if they messed with her head?" Nat rebuked, still trying to convince them.

"I mean, I guess it's possible?" Steve stated, clearly unconvinced but open to the idea. "She hasn't been acting that off though, not when you take into account what Wanda said."

"Steve, she hasn't told Bucky she loves him. That would've been the first thing out of her mouth if she was herself." Nat settled him with a glare, knowing her point was made.

You panicked. If they figured out you weren't who they thought you were, what would they do to you? Before you registered your own movements, you were running.

You made a break for the elevator, twisting and turning through the halls in what you hoped was the right direction.

Just as you turned the last corner, you ran right into something- no someone.

"Where's the fi-" Tony started to joke, but after taking in your expression stopped mid-sentence. "Whoa, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" You replied far too quickly, trying to squeeze past him.

"Y/N, wait." He grabbed your arm, preventing you from getting away. "Talk to me, kid. What's going on up there?" He gestured to your head.

"Really, it's nothing." You wiped a tear from your face, knowing it wasn't helping your case. "I have to go."

"Nope. I'm not gonna let you bottle this all up. You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong. Come on." He pulled you into the elevator, leading you to the lab.

Once he had you sat on the window seat in the back, he asked again. "Tell me what's got you this upset. You know we're all here for you, right?"

You couldn't take it anymore. They were all being so nice, and you were lying right to their faces.

"I'm not who you think I am." You barely whispered the words, overcome with a mixture of guilt and self pity. "I don't belong here." You refused to make eye contact until Tony lifted your head to meet his eye.

"Y/N, you probably belong here more than anyone else, except maybe Steve, but he doesn't count." He tried to lighten the mood, earning an attempt at a small smile from you.

"I really don't. I'm not a hero. I'm a murderer." You cried as you finally admitted the truth. The relief you felt was instantly weighed down by fear at what would happen next.

"What are you talking about?" Tony was clearly confused by your admission. "Y/N, your not a murderer."

"I'm not an Avenger." You moved your hands to cover your face, knowing you weren't strong enough to admit this to his face. "I wasn't in that room for three months, it was three years!" You missed the way his brow furrowed deeper in confusion as you continued to rant. "i don't know why you all think I'm some hero. Nobody was supposed to rescue me. I was in prison. I'm a killer."

You took a shaky breath, as you kept going. "I was in that room because I made a bomb that killed 38 people. I- It was accident, I swear! I didn't mean to hurt anyone... I- I think?" You started questioning yourself as memories flickered through your head.

"It's all fuzzy." You desperately shook your head, trying to make everything clear.

"It wasn't supposed to blow up! It was supposed to absorb energy and convert it into power, but it didn't work." You were nearly sobbing, picturing the people you injured and killed. "It exploded and people died! It was all my fault."

Your breathing quickened again, anxiety at admitting what you had done mixed with the guilt of lying to the only people who have ever shown you kindness causing the panic to set in again.

"Hey, hey! Look at me. You're okay. We're gonna fix this. You're not a killer, Y/N." Tony held your face in his hands, speaking firmly but not without compassion.

"Yes, I am!" You shouted at him, causing him to stumble backwards. "I don't know why you all think I'm someone I'm not, but it's true. I don't-" Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to get the words out.

You managed a mumbled, "I don't belong here." Before you passed out.

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vegalocity · 3 years

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Kiss 9- first kiss for Amnesia Spicynoodles? (Whether as Red Boy and Xiaotian or Red Son and MK, your choice).

Affection meme

9. first kiss

Goddamn i gotta get back on that AU

That's actually a very clever shorthand for the difference between 'the Son of the Monkey King' and 'The Monkie Kid' Anon hope you don't mind me using it!

Also since this is technically the first real THING i'm writing for this Au it got a lil crazy

It was.... weird... falling into this rhythm with Red Son.

Even he'd seemed surprised at how quickly he'd agreed to join their team while they were hunting down the weapon that could finally end the Lady Bone Demon. Sure he'd reasoned that he was doing it for the sake of his father, that their family had been taken advantage of by that demon, and this was little more than 'enemy of my enemy' but barely time at all had passed before he may as well have joined simply because he wanted to.

There weren't a lot of bunks on Sandy's Hovership, and at the start of all of this, everyone was so on edge (and in Monkey King's case injured) that it just made more sense to sleep whenever it struck rather than sort out bedroom options and who bunked with whom.

Which had lead to some interesting things so far, such as Monkey King tending to curl up against Tang as he was reading or something and taking a nap right there and how Tang seemed like... wayyy too comfortable with it despite how he'd first reacted to seeing him on New Years.

Pigsy was ALWAYS crabby in the mornings, but he was getting exponentially more frustrated after waking up for something or another he never seemed to be able to relay when he woke (probably some frustrating reoccurring dream that keeps blotting out when he wakes up, MK didn't remember his dreams much either so he could relate)

And about thee days in of Red Son working with them, he'd knocked out during some down time, and while he was sitting near him. The ship rumbled, Red Son hadn't woken, but he slid to the side until he was leaned against MK's shoulder. and... It was comfy. Red Son was warm, and soft.

And before he'd known it he was being startled awake by Xiaojiao making delighted cooing noises and the flash of her camera. And when he jostled Red Son woke up as well. He'd met his gaze for a second and his artist brain noted that his eyes were a rather lovely shade of amber, not even fiery orange or honey brown, but pure, precious stone amber.

and for a moment it had felt... nostalgic... in a way he couldn't place. and the puzzled look on Red Son's face mirrored his confusion at the sudden thought, before the demon slammed up the walls again and pushed MK away, face burning bright red.

But from there it had spiraled.

It was just so... easy? he supposed would be the word. It was almost startling how easy it was to fall into this rhythm with Red Son. Not a few months ago he was a nominal enemy, yet here they were finding themselves sitting next to eachother more often than not, sometimes close enough for shoulders to brush, their unconscious bodies rolling over at once to tangle together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At one point they were facing a demon that had cast one of those 'greatest fear' spells over the lot of them, and before it had hit he'd felt Red Son slip his hand into his own with a small startled gasp. And before the world went black and he was covered by spiders and the looming specter of his own failures he'd squeezed back.

That had actually happened just hours ago, and MK's hand was still tingly. Everyone was a little shaken up from that one. (Monkey King had holed himself away in one of the few bedrooms there were and he sounded physically pained when MK had tried to check in on him and he'd answered that he'd rather be alone. he was pretty sure Tang was allowed in, and he tried not to take that personally. It was probably a whole 'Mentor doesn't want his student to see him freaked out' thing. If he didn't stop taking everything so damn personally he'd be a sucker for the next fear spell or whatever.) And unlike the others, Red Son didn't have any loved ones on this ship to help reassure him.

So... if their... something or another... that had been developing was gonna mean anything, that probably meant it should fall on him.

Red Son was where he'd expected him to be, half buried in engine guts in Sandy's work area, his hands were shaking and there was a far off look in his eye.

MK had to physically lift him and drag him away, and it was a lot harder without the Mystic Monkie Strength, but he managed.

in fact he'd gotten all the way to the kitchen area and Red Son had stopped struggling in his arms screeching to be let go (yet never trying to flare his fire and forcing MK to drop him) before his stamina gave out and he had to deposit Red Son in one of the chairs.

"Noodle boy i swear this truce will end in an INSTANT if you do not explain yourself-"

"You're freaking out."

"YES I AM! You would be too if your current ally just lifted you up from what you were doing and carried you to the deserted part of the ship because even the Pig is too on edge to be in here!"

"I mean from this afternoon. Red son, you've been pale as a sheet since we got out of there and your hands are STILL shaking." He watched as he hurriedly hid them in his pockets. "You need to talk to someone. And it may as well be me."

"I- I don't need to talk about ANYTHING! Presumptuous Noodle Boy... Bold of you to assume I'd just pour my heart out at some perceived internal detriment which you have no proof even exists!" The bluster and casual insults were considerably less convincing than they were when they were enemies...

...maybe he was just starting to see through them better.

Red Son pulled his hands back onto the table, as a sort of subtle show of how fine he totally was, and clenched his fists to keep them from continuing to shake.

"Red..." The nickname felt... natural. He couldn't quite explain why, but he supposed they'd been Something-or-Another-ing long enough to make it reasonable. Red Son's glare abated and was replaced quickly with a shocked expression. But he didn't shout to not be called something so short, so MK considered that a signal to continue. So he continued with what felt natural and placed a hand over his clenched fist.

The defensive anger was all but gone. And that puzzled, yet slightly awed look he kept sharing with Red Son during moments like these replaced it and those amber eyes darted down to their linked hands, as if he didn't quite know what to do next.

Eventually Red Son came to a decision, and MK let him fiddle around with his grip until their hands were linked properly. And it felt... it was that weird sense of nostalgia again. And as everything else neither of them could quite explain it felt right. familiar. Natural.

"It's not really worth talking about." Red Son responded after the moment passed. yet he didn't pull his hand away. "I know better than to believe what it had showed me."

"Red-"

"I mean, I SHOULD know better, right?" He looked away from MK then, but squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I mean- they're my parents. and they agreed me coming along with you all to take down the Lady Bone Demon was the best course of action. I know they wouldn't disown me because they believed I was becoming more aligned with you all than with the family. That just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm somehow betraying them!" Red Son was working through it in his head, and he didn't seem to really realize that he'd admitted to seeing MK as a friend, so he just squeezed his hand a little tighter and filed that away to celebrate later.

"It's irrational, and it's ridiculous that I actually feared the idea."

"It's not ridiculous, If you think it's irrational then it probably is, but it's not ridiculous. " Red Son looked back at him then and raised a brow. "I mean, who isn't afraid that they're letting their parents down in some way?" He remembered how nervous Xiaojiao was about the idea of disappointing her family, and he was always worried that he'd disappointed his fath-....

What was he thinking about again?.... right, Xiaojiao and her parents.

Red Son took his attention again and the confusion zipped right out of his mind. he gently detangled his hand from MK's and was moving to stand.

"I suppose you're right. And... In that regard I should probably thank you for allowing me the chance to properly process."

"Anytime, Red."

He stood as well, with nowhere else to go, he supposed he'd probably just go out onto the deck and do a little one-man training, heavens knew he needed it.

Red Son put a hand on his shoulder before either of them could pull away and when he turned back to face the demon-

Red Son was looking at him with intent. determination. And it was only then that MK realized that maybe holding someone's hand while they talked about some Real Shit with you, constantly sitting next to each other so as to be closer, falling asleep on each other, and sometimes when you wake up you glance at their mouth wondering how easy it would be to just...

Maybe that wasn't just all friendship overtures.

And maybe they'd had a name for their little something-or-another already.

Neither of them were ever very good at this whole 'self control' thing anyway.

Red Son was just as warm as he'd anticipated. His calloused fingers hooking under his chin as if to keep MK in place. And it was... chaste. Nothing like the fierce passionate devouring of another's mouth that he'd anticipated a demon to go for (that he'd daydreamed about) Almost... child-like. As if Red Son hadn't kissed anyone since before he hit Demon Puberty and didn't know how to do it right. And the action alone made MK feel very much like a child as well. Which was ridiculous he was a grownass man and Red Son was a fully matured demon, and the shortest most chaste little peck made him feel like a squeaky voiced kid.

When they parted he peeked his eyes open just a bit, and it seemed like Red Son had realized the same thing, the two of them shared a soft chuckle.

But then Red Son started to pull away, and that wouldn't do. MK wrapped his arms around the demon's shoulders and properly kissed him this time.

And it didn't feel quite as natural, but it did feel right.

So that was what mattered.

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Okay first a smutty one 😏 smth where ben is like super bored and it’s a rainy day and reader keeps suggesting different things they could do like board games or baking etc but he shoots everything down until finally she’s like ok you come up with smth geez and then he just tackles her and they Do It

thank you for giving me excuses to be a whore about ben sdkjsdllkdjskjsd I just really enjoy writing smut with these two cause they're such dorks and just like making each other laugh which is cute and fun.

Anyway, I did not proof read this or anything because I finished writing it at 12.40 am (ahhhh help i need to be up for work in 5 and a half hours) so apologies for any mistakes.

Words: 2,566

Warnings: Smut (obviously), a lil hint of oral (f receiving), some fingering, a single slap on the arse.

Ben jerked aside the curtain hanging over the bedroom window, humming in discontent as he confirmed that it was still raining. “Stop checking the window Ben,” you sighed, only half paying attention to him over your novel, “You heard the weather report, it won’t let up for another day at least.” “Well you know weather presenters are wrong half the time,” You chose to ignore him, much more interested in the book. Unfortunately for you, Ben still had some complaining to get out of his system. “I’m so sick of this weather. You know we were meant to be playing cricket today,” “Mmhmm,” “I like rain as much as the next person but this is fucking ridiculous.” “Just invite some of the others over then,” you said, pulling your eyes from the page in the hopes that displaying your interest now would give you ample time to read later, “play video games or something,” “It’s not the same,” You could have laughed at Ben’s expression as his gave another wistful glance at the window. He’d always vaguely reminded you of a puppy, especially when he got excited about something, but the comparison was even more obvious now. He’d checked the window about six times over the course of the morning, each time looking crestfallen when no blue sky had materialised. The constant downpour seemed to be driving him bonkers. You, on the other hand, were coping quite well if you said so yourself. Aside from having to work on the first two days of the rain, you’d used the dreary weather as an excuse to stay in bed, wearing your comfies, drinking steaming mugs of tea and coffee, as you read and played games on your laptop. At first you’d hoped that Ben would be similarly inclined, and you’d pictured scenes of the two of you cozied up on the couch or cooking a hot, comforting meal together. Proper rainy day stuff. Alas, Ben wasn’t interested in sitting still, preferring to wander around the house, looking through curtains and complaining about what he saw through them. Hardly surprising really since he’d been indoors indulging in warm comfort those first days while you were working. When he didn’t get much sympathy from you, Ben left the bedroom again, (heading off to try a different window you assumed) and let you get back to your book.

You lost track of time, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you snuggled into your nest, sitting up straight when you got to a particularly intense section. Once the action calmed down you rearranged the pillows to give your back a little more support and settled into the story once more. Ben did cross your mind once or twice in slower chapters, but only because the absence of his frustrated sighing was notable. Eventually he reappeared in the room though, almost sulky in the way he slumped towards you, collapsing face down across the width of the bed. “What’s up Blondie?” You kept your eyes fixed to the page. “’m bored,” “So find something to do,” “There’s nothing to do here.” “You could read with me,” you shifted your hands on the book, holding it open as you moved one hand to tap the spot on the bed beside you. “Nah, don’t feel like reading.” Sensing that the conversation wouldn’t be a quick one you focused your attention on Ben, “If you let me finish this chapter then we could play a board game.” Ben pushed himself up but gave a non-committal shrug.” “Or watch a movie?” “Nah, I don’t want to just sit around,” “Well Rach gave me that recipe book for Christmas right? We could bake something? Or...” Feeling a little more frustrated you scanned the room for inspiration. Where once you’d only seen Ben’s trinkets and collected items, you now saw a mix of things that belonged to both of you. Your books were next to his on the shelf, the lucky cat you’d bought him was accompanied by a figurine of your zodiac symbol that he’d picked up on a whim, the desk was a mess of printed out guitar chords and notebooks that contained scribbles in both of your handwriting as well as a few stray lipsticks and earrings. But none of it really sparked any ideas to occupy Ben. “You could give this room a tidy,” it wasn’t a serious suggestion but you made it anyway, knowing it would be shot down. “See, there’s nothing to do here!” “Well I don’t then Ben. You don’t like any of my suggestions, so come up with something yourself. Just please stop moping around, it’s giving me the shits.”

You dropped your eyes back to your book, waiting to feel the bed shift as Ben stood and the sound of him crossing the room to the door. Instead there was silence for a moment. And the next thing you knew was being knocked back, just barely managing to hold onto your book, so you were lying across the bed with Ben on top of you. “I found something I want to do,” he said, resting his chin on your chest and giving you his best pleading puppy eyes. “Oh alright,” you said, trying not to laugh, “But let me mark my page so I don’t lose my place.” Ben lifted his head as he reached over and plucked the, slightly crushed, book from between you, replacing your bookmark before dropping it to the floor. “There’s a bedside table right th-” before you could finish your sentence, Ben leaned down again and kissed you. It was a deep kiss, Ben’s tongue pressing towards your throat as he gently grinded his hips against yours. You were nearly breathless when he pulled away and yet it felt like it had barely started. “Someone’s in a hurry,” you said, watching as Ben hurriedly began to undress you, peeling your leggings off before going for your shirt. ��Well,” he said, pausing appreciatively as he realised you hadn’t bothered with a bra, “Now that I’m thinking about your pussy....” You laughed as he snapped the band of your underpants to emphasis his point and then quickly rolled them down your legs too. “Well, here she is,” you bit your lip playfully as you spread your legs, offering Ben a view to rival his imagination. Ben grinned, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth before he leaned towards your cunt, holding your gaze. He looked ridiculously pleased with himself as he stuck his tongue further out and licked along your slit, noting the way you shivered in delight. You hummed as he repeated the action, settling back against the mattress as Ben settled into a rhythm. But, just as you were really starting to enjoy it, the first sign of your arousal pooling between your legs, Ben stopped.

With a slight groan of disappointment you pushed yourself up to see if there was a partiuclar reason he’d stopped touching you. The sight of Ben, rolled onto his back, legs in the air as his discarded his own pants and underwear, greeted you. Apparently he’d already managed to get his shirt off in the time it took you to sit up. You couldn’t help but giggle as his feet flicked through the air, trying to kick his pants off. “And what is so funny?” “Nothing, Tiger. Just enjoying the show.” “Oh yeah? You like that, huh? Well what about,” Ben’s feet fell back to the bed and he raised his hips into the air as his fingers caught the waistband of his briefs. You cheered him on as he tugged them down to this thighs and then raised his legs again to pull them off entirely. His arse was completely on display for you and you couldn’t quite resist the sudden urge to lean over and swat his cheek. “You’re a freak,” he laughed, flipping himself over and crawling towards you. Both of you were still laughing as he kissed you again, the comforting weight of his body pinning your down. You could feel the length of his dick resting against your thigh so slid your hand down to stroke it, feeling yourself getting wetter as he hardened against your palm. “Why don’t you touch yourself for me Kitten,” Ben cooed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around your wrist, “Promise I don’t need any help getting ready for you.” Your breath caught at the petname, a recent addition to your sexual dynamic but a fun one, and you did as Ben suggested, letting his guide your hand away from his cock. You were wet but not quite enough to take him comfortably. Ben kissed you again as your dragged your fingers through your folds, but it didn’t last long. He wanted to watch, sitting back on his knees to get a proper look at your fingers circling your clit. “That’s right, keep going like that. I want to see you leaking over the sheets.” You were beginning to feel the familiar want growing in the pit of your stomach. That empty feeling that only Ben could properly fix. You groaned and let your fingers trail down towards your entrance. But before you could sink any of them into the wet heat of your cunt, you felt your walls softly stretch around one of Ben’s. “Is that what you needed Kitten?” “Yeah, thanks,” you managed to get out between shaky breaths, resuming the previous attention on your clit. “Any time,” Ben chuckled, slowly pulling his finger out of you, circling your hole, and sliding it back in a little deeper. You keened as Ben began to finger you, getting the one finger as deep as he could before he added a second. Your orgasm grew steadily closer as you adjusted to the width of his fingers and Ben’s touch became less delicate, your own speeding up with his. And then his touch disappeared.

For the second time you looked up, pushing yourself to rest on one elbow, wondering where he’d gone and why he was teasing you. You kept working your fingers over your clit but it wasn’t quite the same and you couldn’t help but whine as you felt the loss acutely. Ben didn’t bother to reply. Words would just waste time. Instead he grasped one of your shins, adjusting your leg so it was closer to your body but spread further, as he shuffled forward on his knees. His dick was harder than when you’d felt it before and he wrapped his fist around the stiff length to guide it towards your waiting pussy. You’d thought his fingers had felt good but it was nothing to the way he filled you then, pulling a moan from you faster than you’d have believed possible. Ben leaned forward on his knees as he sank into you, pulling out slowly after a moment and then pushing forward again, letting you get used to feeling. “C’mon Benny, fuck me,” you whined, the fingers on your clit faltering as he gave you a sharp thrust, “Yeah, like that.” Ben nodded, looking as if just swallowing was a challenge, let alone getting out words. He dropped his hands to your stomach, slowly sliding them up until he was cupping your breasts, his thumb and forefinger circling around the underside of them so he could feel them bounce with each jolt of his hips. You tried to keep rubbing your clit but keeping yourself upright was a struggle so you shifted your hand away, better able to prop yourself up on two elbows than just the one. Ben didn’t seem to mind, focusing his energy on fucking you hard and deep. It seemed that, now he was inside you, his eagerness had been tempered and he had no qualms with drawing the moment out. “Jesus Y/N,” he grunted as you clenched without warning, his hips stuttering out of time as you kept him from drawing back as far as he had been. You just whined in response. “Fuck this is hot. Watching how you take me. How perfect your cunt looks stretched open on my cock. I’m going to fuck you until your cunt is red and sore from how well I’ve used it. And I’m going to watch the whole time.” You whined again, louder and more urgently, as his words went straight to your core, making you clench again. “Does that mean you want to cum?” Ben teased, knowing full well how close you were getting. It was harder to see the funny side of his comments when your whole body felt tense with an impending orgasm. The torturous stopping and starting he’d put you through had only heightened your need and the lack of clitoral stimulation made you desperate for more. Ben had managed to get you off with just penetration once or twice but it was never as good as the combination of his dick moving inside you and your clit being played with. And he knew that’s how you liked to get off best.

Ben gave your breast a quick squeeze before he shifted his hand, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it. You clenched at the sudden added stimulation and moaned, loudly, your orgasm rocketing towards you as you balled the sheets up in your fists. Your arms felt unstable as Ben speared into you harder, trying to push you over the edge, perfectly filling you. “Oh, oh, oh!” you choked out, right on the precipice of release. Ben grit his teeth as his hips slammed towards yours a few times, his balls slapping against you with the motion. It was enough. A final push to get you over the edge, the cry of ecstasy catching in your throat along with your breath. Ben swore and groaned as your pussy tightened with your release, making an effort to keep fucking you, though it wasn’t easy to maintain an even pace. You managed to choke out his name as your arms gave out and you collapsed on your back, panting. Ben pulled out but you barely noticed, so overtaken by the warm pleasure of your orgasm. It wasn’t until he grunted and you felt the first drops of his cum hitting your stomach that you realised he’d wanked himself off over you. You lay still as spurt after spurt hit you, watching as well as you could as his fist continued to pump over his length, milking every last drop from his cock. Finally he sat back, sounding a little breathless. Slowly you pushed yourself to sit up, “Well?” “Well what?” “Did you get it out of your system? Can you just sit and read or whatever for a while now?” Ben shrugged, “It helped. Might get bored again pretty soon though,” You laughed, “Well don’t expect a repeat any time soon. I’m quite content to finish my book.” “Aww c’mon,” Ben was struggling not to smile too much, “Don’t pretend you weren’t extremely turned on by the idea of fucking you until you’re sore.” You ignored him, turning towards the beside draws so you could find something to clean up with. “You could keep reading if you wanted. Wouldn’t have to do anything except lie there, I promise. And I’d just fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until I wasn’t bored anymore.” You gave a thoughtful hum, “Just lie there you say?”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #platonically event #i have truely terrible time management skills kdakdjskddskds #but i thought i should give ya'll something smutty and fun considering the last couple have been Feelingsy lmao #anyway #Lauren is the most valid for coming up with this idea and also for requesting multiple things!!!#love you babe

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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A Different Kind Of Love…

Wonwoo: Chapter 3 (Save Your Tears)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, cheating (again, sort of), FOOD mentions, Mood Swings. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Here it is friends! A chapter with almost complete fluff. Who would’ve thunk huh? Anyways I hope you guys like the chapter. I had quite a bit of fun writing it for some reason…

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

Mostly domestic ☁️ & barely any 🥀

A Different Kind Of Love… Master List

Chapter 3: Save Your Tears

It had been exactly three months since you had been marked by Wonwoo and finally completely integrated yourself into your new pack. You hadn’t seen or heard from Song since that night, but you still felt VERY uneasy about the whole situation. People didn’t just get together the way you and your mate did and get a sweet happy little ending.

Wonwoo and you were doing great personally though. You now slept in the same room, ‘slept’ together, and just all around loved each other. You were starting to have a hard time remembering what life was like before you had gotten attacked by that angry mob now that you were with him. He made time stop and fast forward all at once. Everything seemed to go on forever and yet so quickly when you were with him. And you loved every single second of it. Even if you had a hard time showing him that sometimes.

You were downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for all the boys, someone had to. They literally could not seem to take care of themselves even if they were grown ass men. So you kind of took on the part of den mother to them, you were the only responsible girl they had around after all. None of the Alphas had mates yet, in fact, no one older than Jihoon had found theirs yet. It was only the younger ones. And while their mates were great, they just very much acted like their wolf counter parts, which meant fun all day everyday without a second thought. So that left you being one of the few, other than Seungcheol and Joshua, who knew when enough shenanigans was enough. You didn’t mind, you liked having a big family again.

Many of the boys reminded you of your brothers. Especially Mingyu, who ate and played just as much and as rough as they did. It caused the both of you to become very close, even to the point where he felt like one of your biological brothers, he reminded you a lot of Mako. And of course, Wonwoo was absolutely delighted that the member he considered his best friend and his mate got along so much. He trusted Mingyu around you more than anyone else, so much so that he refused to even let you leave the house without either Gyu or himself by your side.

You had been having your nightmares again which was relatively normal for you. However, Wonwoo had started having them himself, which as a seer was very much not normal or good in meaning in anyway. He wouldn’t tell you what they were about, he always said you didn’t need to worry or be bothered with them as there was nothing to mention. But the way he clung to you, and the way he forced Mingyu to stay with you when he couldn’t, started having you think that maybe things weren’t as alright as they seemed…

You still just brushed it off, trying your best to just enjoy your little honeymoon bliss with your mate and continued to flip pancakes. Everything would work out. That’s what your voices said, so that’s what you believed. Soon enough, your mate had woken up to an empty bed and marched his way downstairs with a pout adorned on his face.

“(Y/N), why are you downstairs stirring batter instead of upstairs snoring in my arms?” He let out in an annoyed huff as he came to stand beside you, watching your actions with playfully narrowed eyes.

“Because Wonu, 1.) everyone will need breakfast soon and I hate that Seungcheol’s always left to be the one to do it and 2.) you take forever and I hate waiting for you to wake up. And HEY I do NOT snore!” You ranted, smacking his toned chest with your free hand in the process, the other firmly gripped onto your whisk as you made more mix for more pancakes.

You had gotten comfortable with him to the point of joking. Which not only made you proud, but made Wonwoo’s heart soar. He was glad he could coax you out of your shell a bit.

“Yeah yeah sure. And Soonyoung isn’t a little sexual deviant.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your rat’s nest covered head.

“Hey! I heard that!” Soonyoung shouted from his room in the higher portion of the house.

“Yeah I know.” Wonwoo smiled, dipping his finger in the batter you had just added some strawberry syrup to to add more flavor and plopping it directly into his mouth.

“Whatever that weird stuff is is good. But don’t think I’m still not upset that my mate left the bed without me this morning.” He assessed, sitting himself down on the counter next to you while you started pouring batter onto your skillet.

“Well get over it my love. It’s not the first time it’s happened and we both know with the way you sleep, it’s not gonna be the last. And my pancakes are not weird! They are delicious.” You declared, flipping a newly heated pancake over so it’s other side would begin to cook.

That’s something he had come to realize about you: you were always very prideful of being able to do household things well. And certain things like your hair for that matter. You always had high personal standards, though you only seemed to hold yourself to them as you didn’t care if anyone else lived up to them, just you. He chalked it up to your tribe’s old family centered traditions. He thought it was cute, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you a bit about it.

Wonwoo smirked and bit his lip at the gratification you showed in your cooking, “They are. They’re still weird as shit though. Who puts the syrup INTO the batter?”

“I do. It makes them taste better” You insisted before you put the finished pancake with the rest of the cooked stack you had managed to create before your mate came to bother you.

“You know maybe you just don’t know how to cook.” You pointed at him with your spatula in a teasing manner.

“Maybe not” He shrugged, ducking his form down a bit to get closer to you, “But I DO know that when you’re done cooking them, you’re just gonna eat them plain like a freak.”

Just as he finished his sentence, half a dozen wolves made their way into the kitchen. You hadn’t even realized anyone other than Soonyoung was really even up yet do to you focusing all your senses and attention on your mate. That had taken you a lot of practice as, in the wilderness, you had to pay attention to everything and everyone around you.

“Mmm smells good (Y/N), what’s cooking?” Seungkwan questioned as he fought Soonyoung for a seat that was positioned closer to the food.

“Pancakes. I made loads of them” You stated, looking towards the two bickering werewolves before you and turned the stovetop off.

“And it is NOT freaky to eat them without syrup. Lots of people do it. Plus, the extra syrup’s so sugary it’s been making me feel sick lately so I would rather just eat it without to avoid it.” You spoke to Wonwoo, who had finally brought himself down from the counter and sat himself down on a chair to grab food with the other boys.

He just laughed in response to your stubbornness and pulled you to sit on his lap with a kiss to your cheek, “Whatever you say baby. I still think it’s weird to eat a plain pancake.”

It had taken you quite a while to warm up to this kind of PDA. When you first came to them, something like that would have you wiggle your way to sit alone and have to hide your burning cheeks. You’d really come a long way. Well, at least with Wonu

“Oh yeah no that’s suuuuper weird (Y/N). You may be a sociopath.” Jeonghan chuckled as he plopped another large bite of a pancake into his mouth, smiling.

“Yeah that’s weird as shit. Who the hell eats a plain pancake?” Soonyoung snickered, shoveling a whole syrup filled circle into his mouth.

“Look, what do any of you know? Most of you had never even eaten a pancake before I came around because Koreans don’t typically eat them for breakfast. So shut up!” You spit out, your feelings starting to get hurt at the constant teasing of the others.

“Who’s the weirdo eating plain pancakes?” Joshua, the American, asked from the stairs as he slowly made his was down towards the rest of the pack to eat.

“Well the Westerner thinks it’s weird so…” Chan said with a shrug and a shit eating grin.

The boys all busted out laughing, some so hard they had to hold their sides. Wonwoo started to choke a laugh back into your shoulder as you sat there and folded your arms over your chest.

“You guys suck. I try and be NICE to you and I get laughed at for my eating habits. I don’t want to have to sit here for this” You huffed, getting up from your mate’s lap and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom, closing the door a bit louder than you probably should’ve when so many people were still sleeping.

“Damn, what crawled up her ass?” Hansol, who you had stomped past on the way to your room said, finally getting himself situated in the kitchen.

Wonwoo let out a frustrated sigh before he stood up from his place, grabbing a plate of pancakes in the process. He was still trying to figure out when his teasing was too much for you. And he probably would’ve been fine had the others not decided to join in. You liked them, you did, but you weren’t as comfortable around them just yet. Them taunting you probably really upset you and he was just the dumbass who let them continue to do it.

“Me. I’m an idiot. I’ll go talk to her and see if I can get her to come back down.” He said as he begrudgingly made his way to the stairs, slightly kicking himself internally for upsetting you over something so little and stupid.

Once he made it to your bedroom door, he tried to turn the handle, only to realize it was locked.

“(Y/N)? Baby? Can you please open the door?” He whined out, not realizing he had upset you to the point of you wanting even HIM to leave you alone.

You always wanted him around you. Even when you first came to the pack, you still would rather be near him. Even when he was with Song, you still liked having him close by. Even when you were angry at him, you’d rather be angry at him with his arms wrapped around you than be angry at him alone somewhere. You never locked the door. His inner wolf groaned at the thought.

“No.” You bluntly spit out, wanting him as far away from you as possible and trying to suppress a stomach growl all in one go.

“I brought pancakes…” Wonwoo all but sung out, having heard your angry stomach and knowing damn well you would give into him if he had food.

After hearing a small groan from the other side of the barrier, he heard a little click of metal before the door swung open. In front of him was a very angry looking you, your cheeks were stained with tears and it caused a small whimper to emit from his chest. He had caused you to cry and it crushed him.

You had your hand out in expectancy as he had promised sustenance in exchange for entry. He dutifully handed you the plate and closed the door behind him. He watched as you scarfed down a full pancake in one go. Damn, you were more hungry than he thought.

“What do you want?” You sniffled at him once you had cleared your airway of food.

You sat the plate down on the nightstand before you stood and turned your attention back to your mate, grabbing another pancake and taking small bites in the process. You were never really this hungry or ate this much, but when you got sad lately, you just felt like eating. Probably not the best habit, but you weren’t that good with your feelings, you always just followed your instincts instead. They always kept you alive, and right now they were telling you to eat, so you ate.

“I wanted to apologize baby. I didn’t mean to upset you. It really was just a joke. I didn’t mean to make you cry. You’re not weird. Plain pancakes are fine. I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.” He groveled, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Yes. Yes, you should’ve.” You agreed, finally swallowing the remains of your food and crossing your arms in annoyance, slightly leaning away from his touch to wipe your tears away.

You wanted him to touch you. God, you wanted him to touch you. But you didn’t want to give in so easily, because once you gave in, you knew he’d get all smug and then you’d want to punch his smug face. You wanted him to genuinely feel bad before you crashed your lips to his and ripped each other clothes off. It was only fair.

Wonwoo could smell the wetness already beginning to form between your legs. He suppressed a smirk threatening to appear on his face for getting you this worked up by literally doing almost nothing, but he knew being cocky wasn’t a good way to get you to stop being mad at him. So he stuck with his original plan: begging for forgiveness.

He easily lifted you up and secured your legs around his waist, holding onto your back so you wouldn’t lose your balance and fall, “I really am sorry. I won’t do it again baby. I promise.” He spoke as he leaned his forehead against yours with his best pout, tugging at your heartstrings.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to contain your excitement for what was about to come, but failed miserably and let a happy smile creep up on your lips. You locked your hands behind his head, giggled at him and bit your lip.

“You’re forgiven. This time. BUT you have to make it up to me.” You decided, eyes looking up for a moment in thought to tease him. He slowly started moving towards the bed that was in the center of the room before he spoke up.

“And how would you like me to make it up to you baby?” He said as he began kissing your neck softly, trailing around your mate mark with a grin plastered on his face.

“Well for starters, you can fuck me senseless until I forget what I was even mad at you for to begin with.” You confirmed, tilting your head to the side to give him a bit more access to your exposed neck.

“With pleasure my love.” And with that, he fell to the bed with you in his arms, careful not to crush you in the process before he got to work on his promise.

(Updated 8/23)

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