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raindrops-xrosess · 4 years

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I have a secret

Requested: Yes by @maybebanks ! thank you so much for requesting

Hi! I have a request for u! Jj x reader where y/n is a kook and her and jj are dating. None of the pogues know that they’re dating but they see jj has a crush on her. Jj always sneaks into y/n’s house and surprises y/n. One day when she gets back from a shower she sees him and screams because he shocks her. Her parents come in because they think she is in danger and then they see jj and the dad gets mad and the mom thinks it’s cute. Y/n sticks up for jj and it’s rly cute💕💕

Summary: The request (I'm so bad at summaries lol)

Warnings: maybe some cringy writing idk

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.45k

AN: requests are always open unless it says closed in my bio. Enjoy the story <3

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Kooks and pogues. Sworn enemies of the Outer Banks…or at least they should be. However, that wasn’t the case for you and JJ Maybank. You are known all over the Outer Banks as kook royalty, and JJ is as pogue as they come.

You had met when JJ was looking for well-paying jobs off of the cut and your father needed some things done around the outside of your house. He was mowing the lawn right outside your bedroom window on the hottest day of the year at what felt like the crack of dawn.

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It was an early Sunday morning, and you may or may not have been a little bit hungover from partying on the cut with Sarah. That is where you had met the heartthrob that had every female, and some male, pogue, kook, and tour on wrapped around his finger. There was no doubt he was charming, and you tried so hard to hold out, to not give in to those damn eyes, but like everyone else you were trapped in what felt like a trance.

“Hey, do you think you can be a little quieter?!” You yelled as you stepped onto your balcony leading from your bedroom. “God, what year is it?”

“Sure princess let me just find the volume button!” He yelled his snarky comment over the loud noise. Jj quickly turned off the obnoxious machine and made his way over to where you stood. “You’re Sarah’s friend? Right? And Rafe’s girl?” He quizzed you. Any chance he could get to mess with Rafe he would take. And taking his girl? Oh, that would be the sweetest revenge!

No, you technically weren’t “Rafe’s girl” but you and Rafe were kind of something? Maybe? I don’t know you kinda messed around and went to parties together. You tried to stop his drug addiction when you could but he wouldn’t listen. You wanted a real relationship so bad, but not bad enough to fall at the feet of JJ Maybank. He was the fuck and forget type and you were sort of already in that kind of relationship. If JJ wanted anything other than that he would have to work for it.

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And work for it he did. Every Thursday morning he would come by your balcony being extra loud and annoying and you couldn’t help but yell at him. Later the yelling turned into play fighting which turned to feisty flirting. It didn't take long for JJ to want to do something with you but he quickly realizes you wanted something more when he went to ask you out.

“So princess I was thinking we could go to the Party tomorrow at the boneyard like together and shit! What do ya think?” JJ said after climbing a tree to get onto your balcony. This was a common occurrence, him leaping onto your balcony, making his way throughout your room, and toying with your fancy perfumes and fun sunglasses.

“What I think JJ is that once I say yes you are going to drop me like... like yesterday’s newspaper, and I am not a newspaper!” You let out a frustrated sigh. JJ turned around and backed away slightly to give you some space. “I want a real relationship JJ, for once in my life I want something to be real. I don’t want a relationship my parents set up for their damn business gain! I’m tired of all these fake ass kook friends. I want real friends! You and the pogues have such a great friendship, I want that!” You flopped down onto your bed, looking up at the ceiling. JJ stayed silent as he laid down next to you.

“You’re dating Rafe just because your parents are business partners?” You nodded “That’s so messed up!” JJ sighed “Listen, I like you, a lot. Your different than all the other kooks I’ve had the utmost pleasure of meeting.” JJ started to talk in a funny British accent to which you laughed at. “Look as you may have guessed, given by golden reputation I have never been in a real or serious relationship, but I’m willing to change that for you. O-only if that’s what you want of- of course!” He started to stutter nervously. You sat in silence for a moment.

“That would be nice JJ.” You thought for a moment “Do you want to ditch the party tomorrow and do something like just us?” You looked over at him nervously. JJ says up with a smug smile on his face. You followed his actions and sat up.

“You askin me out, princess?” You hit his arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!”

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Flash forward to now where you have been dating JJ for about four months. You had broken up with Rafe and your parents were not happy, but they saw your smile when you would come home from secretly meeting with JJ and they figured there was someone else that gave you butterflies. Your mom was a little more supportive than your dad because, in his eyes, Rafe was the perfect match, but then again he would do anything to make you smile.

Like always JJ would sneak into your room and pick you up for your date or just hang out in your room of your parents weren’t home. This time was no different. You were going out soon so you decided to shower before your date and that is when JJ decided to sneak into your room, knowing your parents were home. As you got out of the shower and walked out in your pajamas and your hair wrapped in a towel, JJ jumped out from around the corner tickling you. “OH DEAR LORD! WHAT THE HELL!” You exclaimed a little too loudly.

”Shhhh baby!” JJ hushed you as he laughed.

“Shit do you think my parents heard that?” That’s when your parents stormed into your room ready to attack.

“What the hell was that?” “Sweetheart are you ok?” your parents voiced their concern. “Maybank? What is this?” Your dad’s eyes stared holes into JJ’s head. You were in front of JJ as he had his arms around you, still holding your sides. He backed away at your father's questions and put his hands up. “You see sir.. uhh funny story really! You know the thing is-” “He’s my boyfriend!” You said before you slapped your hand over your mouth. You let out a chuckle of disbelief. You can’t believe you just said that. “Oh really? So this is the boy you replaced with Rafe?” your father now stared at you, his movements slow and precise.

“Yes, and before you say anything about him being from the cut, he makes me really happy. I don’t feel like an outcast when I’m with him. JJ makes me feel important and loved and when we talk there are so many butterflies in my stomach I might as well open a butterfly farm!” You tried to make your father laugh just a little bit. “He is selfless and kind and gentle, and I hope you can accept him because he really is an amazing person”

“Oh well isn’t this the cutest thing I ever did see! I’m not crying nope not me!” Your mother was always so emotional.

“He makes you happy?”

“Very much.”

“Is he respectful?”“The perfect gentleman.” You said looking back at him smiling and reaching out to grasp his hand.

“Then it is ok with me. Son comes here.” Your father motioned his finger to JJ. JJ quickly stepped up to your father. “You hurt one hair on her head and your dead before nightfall. You understand me?” JJ nervously chucked “Yes sir.” They shook hands and JJ retreated back towards you.

“Do you two have any plans for tonight?” Your mother questioned.

“We were just going to see a movie or something. Why momma?”

“How about JJ stays for dinner? Your father is making baked macaroni!”

“What do you think J?” you looked at him with pleading eyes. Baked macaroni was your favorite. You knew by the look on your mother's face your father had no intension that night to make it but she was trying to get you two to stay in.

“Why not! I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a while.” “THANK YOU!” You kissed his cheek as your mom excitedly made her way off to the kitchen.

As your father left your room he shouted: “Next time use the front door kid!” “Yes sir!” J shouted back as he saluted to you with a funny face.

“Well know that you met my family... when do I get to meet the Pogues?”

“Soon princess”

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aspenflower17 · 3 years

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Finding You (Part Ten of ??)

Aha! Finally it is done!

Hey everyone! It’s been one Monday of a week, but I finally had today (Saturday) off so I finally got to work on this update. I also thought I’d give you guys an update on my scheduling. One of the supervisor’s at work is done with her semester at college, so I’m probably not going to have a set schedule for awhile. That means the only day I know I will have off is Sunday. I usually work on writing on my day off, so updates are probably going to vary wildly from week to week. If I don’t get one out the rest of the week, you should see an update from me on Sunday (though it might be at a late hour, like this week).

Anywho, I hope you’re all doing alright and that you’re staying safe. I know I have some readers who recently had Finals Week (or whatever the equivalent of that is for you). I want to congratulate you on finishing your semester (because it is a big accomplishment), and that I hope you got high marks on your respective tests/projects/ect.

So, as always, if you’re new here, here is the link to Part One. You can also find the links to all the parts on my Master List if you’ve missed any of the other updates :)

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Satan/Mc

Word Count: 4,144

Trigger warnings: There might be some language in this one, Satan gets PISSED

“Will you just sit down Satan? You’re making me nervous,” Asmo complained, watching his brother with concern.

“Yeah. You’re totally breaking my concentration here,” Levi chimed in, not looking up from his game.

“Well, you can take your complaints to Lucifer,” Satan stated, starting what had to be his 200th pass on the same stretch of the ballroom, “I don’t know why we had to be here so early.”

“We got here ten minutes ago,” Belphie sighed, leaning on Beel, “You’re just nervous.”

“And what if I am?” Satan asked, his anxiety adding bite to the question.

“We’re all nervous,” Beel gently reminded Satan, “We’ve all missed our favorite human.”

“Not human anymore,” Mammon muttered, glaring at some undefined point in front of him, leg shaking anxiously. He had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since the night of the art show, gone most of the day, and retreating to his room when he was home.

An awkward hush fell across the group at his words, everyone’s thoughts turning inward. Satan sighed and sat down, the feathers on his boa trying their hardest to enter his mouth. The lacing on his shirt threatened to strangle him along with the collar, and his tail kept flexing around his leg. He was a bundle of nerves, and he couldn’t seem to relax. He had wanted to wear a simple suit or tuxedo, but the invitation from Diavolo had explicitly said demon forms were to be used.

A strangled but disgusted gasp escaped Asmo’s mouth, “What the hell is he doing here?!”

“Another jilted lover Asmo?” Belphie asked, rolling his eyes.

“No! It’s Michael!” Everyone’s head whipped up at that, even Levi.

“OMG! WFT?” Levi exclaimed, eyes large and worried.

“Bro, why is he here?” Mammon nearly growled, glaring at the man in question.

“I don’t know, but I want him to leave!” Asmo’s voice was getting more shrill as time went on.

“Is tha’ Lord Diavolo with ‘im?” Mammon asked, still glaring, though he wasn’t growling anymore.

“OMG, you’re right. They're laughing together too!” Levi narrated.

Beel had joined Mammon in glaring at Michael, as his twin smiled smugly, “Oh, you guys didn’t know?” Everyone looked over at that and you could tell Belphie was relishing in the shock, “Mc came with some angels. I hear Luke’s here too.”

“How can you possibly be happy about this?”

“What are you all gawking at? You all look like you’ve-” Lucifer cut off, finally seeing what his brothers were looking at. If he hadn’t already been in his demon form, Satan was fairly sure he would’ve burst into it immediately, though he didn’t look as surprised as Satan would expect him to.

“Oh.”

The absolute contempt and disgust that dripped from that single word had all the brothers sharing looks, most very concerned. Belphie caught Satan’s eye, shooting him a sly, wicked grin. Satan wanted to share in Belphie’s enjoyment, but his mind was taking this new roadblock into account, trying to figure out how this was going to factor into his plan.

Satan didn’t really have an opinion on Michael. He had never really met the angel, his only knowledge of him coming from his shared memories with Lucifer, the little he’d heard from his brothers, and what he’d gleaned from Luke and Simeon’s conversations, not that he really cared. He simply wasn’t someone who mattered. That is, until now.

“Did you know Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

“Diavolo had told me Mc had come with two angels, though he didn’t mention names. I just assumed it was Simeon and Luke,” Lucifer was still watching Diavolo and Michael talking, though he had taken on a frigid demeanor, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. You didn’t have to be the Avatar of Wrath to sense the boiling anger underneath the frosty exterior.

Barbatos walked over to Diavolo and whispered something. The Demon Prince nodded and stood up, the congregation quieting, “Hello and welcome, each and every one of you! I’m so glad you could make it!” he voice boomed out into the

Levi scoffed, “As if we had a choice.”

“Shaddup. Ya wanted to come jus’as much as the rest of us,” Mammon hissed.

“As most of you know, this ball is in honor of Jane Doe,”

“Wait.. Who’s that?” Beel asked, confused.

“That’s her pseudonym,” Belphie explained softly, Beel nodding his understanding.

“We have other guest’s as well, who came with Jane. Michael, the archangel,” Diavolo gestured to Michael who raised his hand in greeting with a smile, “And Luke, Jane’s older brother. You may all remember him when he was here as one of our first exchange students,” A blonde male who had been sitting by Michael inclined his head.

“Oh my gosh, that’s Luke?!” Asmo said loudly enough some nearby demons looked over.

“I didn’t even recognize him,” Levi murmured.

“Did he say brother?” Mammon asked.

“Shhhh!” Lucifer hissed as Diavolo continued.

“Now for the person you’ve all been waiting for, Jane Doe,” all the brothers held their breath as Mc walked over to Diavolo, an absolute vision. All of the brothers were transfixed, their own personal feelings overcoming everything else. Lucifer, having already seen Mc at the palace was the first to recover, looked over to Satan to see how he was doing. He was encouraged by what he saw. Satan was subconsciously touching his pocket where he knew he letter was at. Though he seemed a bit nervous, the fierce resolve in his eyes made him smile proudly, before looking back to Diavolo.

“I hope you all treat our guests with the same respect and kindness they’ll give to you. With the introductions done, let the party commence!”

“So, what’s the plan Satan?” Asmo asked, bringing the fourth born out of his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you need to talk with Mc right?” at the nod he continued, “Well, how about we help you?”

“We?” Belphie sighed, grabbing a lock of his hair.

“Yes we,” Asmo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Belphie sighed, but turned to look at Satan anyways, “Well, if I have to help, what do you need?”

“I just need to give her a letter,” Satan explained, about to tell everyone they didn’t need to bother, but he didn’t get the chance.

“Don’t you want to talk to her though?” Levi asked.

“Well, I need her to read this first. I didn’t make the best impression last time, and I don’t think I’ll be much better this time around,” Satan admitted, looking chagrined. He hadn’t told any of the brothers the entirety of what happened.

“Easy enough,” Mammon announced, getting up, “We just need to walk over and give it to her then.”

“Not so fast Mammon,” Lucifer said, motioning for him to sit, “She’s probably going to be flanked by those two angels all evening. I don’t know if they’d take well to one of us handing Lillith’s descendant a letter. Luke at least, is aware of Satan’s attachment to Mc, and last time I checked, he’s not a fan of ours. As for the other…” Lucifer trailed off, irritation twisting his features, “Who knows how that may go.”

“So we need to make sure to separate them all,” Levi mused.

“Do you have any ideas on how to do that? Like, anything from one of your anime’s?” Asmo asked.

“I mean, there’s the ‘trying to get the main character and love interest alone’, but it doesn’t always work, though it’s entertaining to watch.”

“Well, we want this to go well,” Asmo sighed, rolling his eyes.

“What about you then? Where’s your grand idea?” Levi scoffed.

“Actually, I do have an idea,” Asmo giggled.

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“I really should’ve just done this myself,” Satan sighed, Asmo standing next to him.

“Oh, shush! This will turn out great, just wait.”

“When’s it supposed to work then? I mean, we’ve been standing here for an hour and we haven't caught a glimpse of Mc.”

“Patience, patience. Beel and Belphie… Well, Beel already has Luke distracted with food talk, and Lucifer’s doing a good job of keeping Michael… On his toes, I guess?”

“I do have to admit watching him run away from Michael is amusing,” Satan chuckled, his eyes darting to Lucifer from their perch on the balcony above the dancefloor. He was obviously fighting his pride, knowing he was running away from Michael, but unable to stay and deal with the angel who wouldn’t stop trying to find him, partially due to his pride as well. Looking back to Michael, Satan grinned, “Gotcha!”

“Wha… Oh! There she is! Told you!” Asmo nearly shouted.

“That was my ear.”

“Oop. Sorry.”

Satan watched Mc speak with Michael, noting all the small changes in her behavior. There was a level of refinement that hadn’t been there before, which made perfect sense seeing as how she had been raised in the Celestial Realm by Simeon. She was more graceful for one thing, and seemed more calm and at ease than he remembered her. She did seem more reserved and closed off than before, though that could just because she was talking with a superior. She was fairly open with me until I screwed it up, so hopefully she retained that part of herself, and hopefully I didn’t screw it up.

Asmo sighed, “Lucifer isn’t doing his job.”

“Did you really expect him to? He did say he didn’t want to be part of whatever you were planning.”

“Well, Michael chose to follow him. He was chosen. It’s fate.”

“Still doesn’t mean he’s going to actively participate.”

“Fine. Looks like I’m going to have to have Mammon and Levi do some work for us.”

“You really don’t have to do this. I can handle it.”

“Yeah, but that’s no fun. I also want to mess with Michael as much as possible.”

“Fine. What do we do next?”

“We have to get down onto the dance floor. I’m calling Mammon right now.”

They found the staircase closest to Mc and Michael and made their way down, Asmo on his DDD the whole time, “Yes… Do you see us? Oh, there you are. Do you see them? No, left… Left! Your other left! Mammon, how are you this stupid?... I’m not the one who can’t see-... No, you listen! I can’t stand that you-... How dare you! I- Ugh, fine… Yup, just distract him…” Asmo laughed, “No, though I would pay to see that. Maybe, walk past and see if he takes the bait?... Well, you’re just going to have to deal with it Levi… Look, the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can get back to your game… Wow, I thought you wanted Mc back, but I guess not. I’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t spend anytime with you… Then get your act together! Okay, Mammon, we’re close enough now. Alright, take it away.”

Satan watched as Mammon and Levi stepped out of the crowd, Mammon talking loudly enough to turn a lot of heads. Unfortunately, Michael was not one of these, though Mc seemed interested in what was going on. She seemed to ask Michael about it, but he just brushed it off, continuing to talk.

“Why does Mammon think he’s such hot stuff?” Asmo asked, rubbing his forehead.

“Don’t frown too much. You’ll get wrinkles,” Satan gently chided.

“You’re right,” Asmo sighed, “I just don’t know how to… Whoa. Look at that.”

Satan looked to find Diavolo talking with Mc and Michael. He also spied Lucifer keeping his distance, but frowning so intensely he was surprised Diavolo couldn't feel it. Michael said something and Diavolo laughed delightedly, motioning for Mc and Michael to join him.

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“She’s alone now. I’ll cover you!” Asmo hissed, pushing Satan forward.

Mc was sitting on a bench, on the outskirts of the room. She was watching the crowd with interest, eyes bright and curious. Satan hesitated, before steeling himself and walking forward, letter in hand. He was almost close enough to her to call out, when some demon approached her. Satan turned on his heel, and concealed himself in the crowd. He watched the demon extend their hand, heart sinking as he realized what that meant. She smiled and nodded her head, taking their hand as she was escorted out onto the dancefloor.

“What happened? Where’d she go?” Asmo asked, joining his brother.

“Someone asked her to dance before I got there,” Satan muttered irritably.

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Satan looked at the time on his DDD. There was only two hours left of the ball, and he still had the letter. The past hour had been spent trying to figure out how to get Luke to leave Mc’s side without much luck. Beel had apparently gone to raid the food table and then the palace kitchen, and Belphie had fallen asleep, so Luke had found his way back to his sister and hadn’t left her side since. Worse yet, it seemed his opinion on demons was unchanged, keeping most of those that came over to talk to the artist at bay with a single look.

“He needs to leave so we can get on with this.” Asmo huffed, upset his plan was failing.

“Well, he is a chihuahua,” Levi said distractedly, “I can’t… say for certain, but he’s probably… Trying to keep her out of trouble… Woot! Got it!”

“Levi, could you stop gaming for five seconds?” Asmo sighed.

“Well, I have bad ideas, so no. You’re lucky I decided to stick around at all,” Levi huffed, eyebrows furrowed, though from the game or Asmo, Satan didn’t know.

“Oh come on! Are you really that upset by my comment?” When Levi didn’t answer, Asmo rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Do you have any ideas then Levi?” Satan asked

“Not really.”

“Yo, yo, yo! Luke! What’s happenin’ my man?”

Both Mc, Luke and all three brother’s looked over at Mammon strolling toward the duo through the crowd.

“Is he seriously…?” Levi asked.

“I think so…” Satan answered, shocked.

“How’ve ya’ been?” Mammon asked, grinning at the blonde angel.

“Fine I suppose,” Luke answered, suspicion lacing his words.

“Nice, nice. So, this is your sister?” The emphasis on the word left no interpretation of what he thought of the title.

“Yup. Of course, you can understand an angel’s definition of sibling though, don’t you Mammon?” Luke shot back.

“Oh! You’re Mammon!” Mc said suddenly, turning her full attention to Mammon “I’ve heard a lot about you!”

Mammon turned bright red, “Oh, you’ve heard of the Great Mammon?”

“Of course!” Mc beamed at him.

Mammon started stuttering, “W-W-Well, o-of course ya’ have.”

Mc giggled a bit at that, smiling at the second born, “I was actually hoping you might have some time you could spare to answer some of my questions.”

Satan was sure Mammon was going to combust, but Mc wrapped her arm around his anyways, “We’ll be back Luke.”

The blonde angel seemed like he wanted to argue, but something was holding him back, “I’ll be waiting then.” Mc nodded at him, and then walked off with Mammon.

“Wh… What just happened?” Levi nearly squealed.

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“I hear Mammon got to talk to Mc before you did.”

“Shut up Lucifer,” Satan muttered.

“Where are they?” Lucifer asked, and Satan pointed to a bench where Mc and Mammon were sitting. They seemed deep in a conversation.

“Interesting. I had to see it to believe it.”

“What’ve you been doing this whole time?”

“I’ve been… walking around…”

“Hiding from Michael.”

“That would imply I’m scared of him.”

“MmmmHmmm.”

“I do not fear Michael.”

“Good to hear, since he’s coming this way.”

Lucifer instantly started walking forward, stopping by some random succubus, “Hello, Jezebel. Would you like to dance?” Lucifer asked, barely waiting for a response before dragging her out onto the dance floor.

Satan was still chuckling, Lucifer’s discomfort making his misfortune seem better, when a male voice he remembered from memory but had never actually heard addressed him, “Are you Satan, Lucifer’s… son?”

Satan blinked a couple times, “Excuse me?”

“That is you right? Or do you prefer something different? Spawn of Lucifer?” Michael cocked his head a bit, seeming a little confused.

Some rational part of Satan’s brain was the only thing keeping him from jumping on the angel and ripping him to shreds. He couldn’t keep the growl from his voice as he responded, “I am Satan, THE Avatar of WRATH.”

“Oh, I seem to have hit a nerve. My apologies,” Michael said, actually bowing. Satan narrowed his eyes, tail flexing around his leg. Has he always been this stupid? Or is he mocking me?

“I was wondering if we could speak. Privately,” Michael said, his smile showing he knew he’d said something wrong.

“Anything you want to say you can say here, Michael.”

“I do think it would be better for us to speak privately,” Satan could feel Michael’s irritation building a bit.

“Why? So you can try to hurt my brother’s again by killing another of their siblings?”

The shock on Michael’s face satiated Satan’s anger enough that he almost laughed at it. Michael quickly put on a blank look, but Satan could hear the sorrow in his voice, “Though it is always unfortunate when an angel dies, I do not regret any of my actions. When someone goes against what they know to be right, there will always be consequences.”

“Of course. Always the errand boy, blindly doing whatever it is you’re told to do.”

“How would you know? You weren’t even around to know her. I’m not sure what lies you’ve been fed-”

“I was there, you imbecile,” Satan seethed, “I saw how your actions helped push Lucifer towards rebellion, knowingly or not, and how you stabbed him in the back once he was finally there. I remember them, and I find your actions to be deplorable.”

“Now listen here, you demon-”

“Oh, I’m the demon here?! Shall I describe, in detail, how you-”

“Everythin’ cool here?” Mammon came up next to Satan, putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

Satan whipped his head to look at Mammon, confirming that, yes, Mammon had heard what Michael had said.

“Ah, Mammon. It’s been awhile.”

Mammon looked over at Michael, his disgust thinly veiled, “Yeah, sure.”

“I would like to talk with your… brother, but he doesn’t seem to want to.”

“Good fer him. Tah be honest with ya’, I don’ trust ya’ Michael. I didn’ up in the Celestial Realm, and I don’ now. If ya’ wanna’ talk with Satan, I suggest ya’ do it where we can all see ya’.”

Satan felt two hands on his shoulders, and looked back to see both Beel and Belphie standing behind him. Neither one of them looked very happy, but Beel’s look was a lot more intense than Belphie’s.

Michael sighed, especially after seeing the twins, “If you’re not going to allow me to explain, I can only tell you this: It is imperative she not remember her past. It will hurt both of you more than you could ever know. Now, I have things to do, if you’ll excuse me,” and with that, he left.

“I really don’ like that guy,” Mammon shook his head, “Oh, Satan, hol’ on a sec. Imma be right back,” and with that, he took off.

“You okay Satan?” Beel asked, still frowning after Michael.

“Yeah, things just got a bit intense there for a second. Thanks.”

“I don’t think your thanks is going to stop here. We’re going to leave you now. Have fun,” Belphie smirked before wandering off with Beel.

Satan shook his head at all the weirdness happening around him, before resuming his place along the wall. He didn’t know how things had escalated that quickly with Michael, especially considering the guy had never done anything to him personally. Yeah, he had all the memories of Lucifer being angry at him, and he had hurt his brother’s, but he had never had any personal problems with him. Well, a lot of Lucifer’s anger started because of Michael, and that’s what I was born from… The small voice in the back of his head started acting up, though he often tried to keep it quiet, You’re more like Lucifer then you want to admit.

He growled a bit at the voice, before starting to wander around. People watching always helped calm him down. It was one of the things he had done in his early life to help him learn how to interact with others, at Asmo’s suggestion. He always found something new to store away in his brain, and the problem solving helped calm his brain.

“There ya’ are! We’ve been lookin’ for ya’.”

We? Satan turned to Mammon to see Mc standing next to him. Satan froze, having not prepared himself to talk to her.

“She asked me ta dance, but cha know I’m more of a solo dancer myself, so I was wondering if you would for me?”

“I… Uhhh… Yes, if she would like,” Satan finally managed to get out, watching Mc for any negative reactions.

“I have no problems with it,” Mc answered cryptically, nothing in her tone or mannerisms betraying how she actually felt about the suggested change.

“Uh… Perfect, I guess. Have fun you two,” Mammon announced before walking off.

I could both hug him and punch him, Satan thought, though what came out of his mouth was, “Well, may I have this dance?” while extending his hand to her.

A smile graced her lips, “You certain may.”

He led her out onto the dance floor, still lightly holding her hand. He was still nervous, but not like he was the last time they’d met. He let his mask start to slip when he faced her, “I’m very glad you accepted my invitation to dance,” he slipped his hand to its proper place for the waltz as the music started.

“It’s my pleasure,” She smiled, though not as warmly as he would’ve hoped. They started dancing effortlessly, Satan extremely happy they were still in sync. If only the conversation flowed as easily. Satan spent the first full minute of the dance just trying to figure out what to say to her, also trying not to think about how beautiful she looked.

Finally, he figured out something neutral to say, “Have you been enjoying the Devildom?”

“Yes, I have, thank you for asking.”

“What’s been your favorite part?”

Mc took a minute to think, “I would have to say… Sightseeing. There’s a lot here I could have never imagined existing in the Celestial Realm.”

“Ah. Have you visited the Royal Library yet?”

“I have actually. I’ve been researching for my next art project.”

“You’re working on a new art project?”

“Yes. I feel rather inspired here.”

“I look forward to seeing it. Are you planning on showing it in the Devildom?”

“Quite possibly.”

“Good. We need new art down here,” Satan said before the conversation lapsed back into silence. It was towards the end of the song that Satan decided to bring up the elephant in the room, “I’ve ummm… Been hoping I would see you again.”

“As have I.”

“You have?” he asked, extremely surprised.

“Yes. I’ve been trying to figure out why you acted the way you did.”

Oh.

“I apologize for that. I… Well, I actually wrote you a letter to explain it. I know my behavior was… off to say the least. I’ve been going through a lot lately, and I apologize that it negatively affected my behavior towards you.”

“You wrote me a letter?”

“Yes. I find I can express myself far better and with far more accuracy by writing than by talking.”

“Ah. Do… Do you have that letter with you?” Her voice was small when she asked.

“I do. I was planning to give it to you tonight anyways.”

“You were?”

“Oh, I said that out loud didn’t I?” Mc giggled at that and Satan felt better, the mask slipping even more, “I’ve been trying to find a good time to give it to you all night actually.”

“Really?” Her smile was curious and a bit teasing.

“Er, yeah. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“I think that’s alright,” Mc smiled, finally seeming at ease around him.

The song ended then, and Satan reached into his back pocket to produce the letter, “Here it is.”

“I’ll make sure to read it,” Mc promised, reaching for the letter. Their fingers brushed when she went to grab it, and they both blushed at the contact, “Well, I’m going to go find Luke. Thank you for the dance.”

“No, thank you,” Satan said sincerely, smiling softly.

She smiled back, and with that she was gone.

“Heh. You owe me don’ cha’,” Mammon’s voice came from behind him, sounding pretty smug.

“I’d say you’ve made up for not telling me she was in town.”

“I’ll take it.”

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Part Eleven

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fanficcollection · 4 years

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Pairing: Misha Collins x reader Summary: you passed out, what now? Word Count: again ~2400 Warnings: panic attacks (!), angst, depression, mental illness and self doubt

Notes: YASS, a new chapter! I’ll love you for your feedback!

Part 1 Masterlist

Mishas PoV

Instead of waiting for the paramedics to come into the fully crowded room, I picked the girl from the floor and carried her outside, the girl who shouted for a doctor went with us. Jensen and Jared tried to clear the way and also to keep the people calm. I heard Jared talking loudly to the fans, so everybody could hear him “Please stay in there, guys. Rob and Rich are continuing their panel. Please give her some space and some respect. Please stay back. We got this.” While he was stopping the people from following us outside Rob and Rich started to do the same on the stage, they told everyone to stay calm and did their best to keep them entertained. At first some people looked disappointed, but soon they calmed down and as the doors were closed after us I could concentrate on the girl in front of me. I put her down on the floor and realized that she was breathing very quickly and her heart was pounding wildly. “I- I guess there were too many people.” Her friend, who followed us outside said.

“What’s her name?” I asked and she told me that the girl was called Y/N. I jumped for a moment, but then I thought about it, it had to be a huge coincidence if it was THE Y/N. No, that couldn’t be her. I took of my jacket and put it under her head. “The paramedics have to be here soon. She will be okay”, I tried a smile “What about you? What’s your name?” the girl couldn’t look away from the girl lying on the floor. “I’m Beck.” She answered slowly. “And I think it’s my fault that she passed out. I told her to come to this panel. I didn’t know you were here. I thought there would be less people. I knew she was overwhelmed with the situation.” She started to talk without pausing. She just stared at the girl on the floor.

I stood up and went up to her “Look at me, Beck. It’s not your fault. Y/N will be good.” As I said that the paramedics turned up, they checked Y/Ns body functions and reflexes and then said “Looks like a heavy panic attack. We’ll take her to the hospital, but she should wake up soon and normally she should be able to leave the hospital by tomorrow. “ I nodded. The paramedics put Y/N on a stretcher and brought her outside. “C-can I come with her?” Beck asked “I think I’m the only one she knows at the con…” one of the paramedics looked at her for a few seconds and then agreed “It will be good for her to know somebody, when she wakes up” he said and Beck ran after them, after a few meters she turned to me and smiled “Thanks so much for helping.” Then she ran off to the car.

I looked at her until the ambulance left the convention center, then I turned back to Jensen who stood next to the door and talked to a security guard. “She’ll be good.” I said as he looked at me questioning. “Panic attack, probably because of the loads of people.” Jensen nodded and patted my shoulder. “We should tell Rob, Rich and Matt that she will be good. But I guess it’s better to go backstage to avoid the attention.” I said nothing, but I knew he was right and so we went backstage and waited until one of the guys saw us, it just took a few moments until Rich went up to us “Is she alright?” he asked and Jensen told him a short version of what happened. Rich nodded. “Ok.. good. Thanks for helping her out guys.” He said and shot us a smile then he went back on stage. He whispered something to Rob and Matt and as they nodded they kept taking questions and entertaining the people. Jensen started to walk away “I guess we should get some rest. They will finish without us. You coming?” I stared at the stage; she had to sit down there, somewhere in the crowd. But Jensen was right, there was nothing to do for us at the moment. We had to wait and hope that everything was working out. So I joined Jensen. He shot a short message to Jared, who was still at the stage with the other guys, and told him that we were leaving.

We didn’t talk the whole way up. When we got to our rooms Jensen looked at me “I think I’ll order some room service. I’m not in the mood to go out tonight. You wanna join?” I smiled “Yeah. I thought about that as well. I’m just putting my jacket and everything in my room, I’ll be here in a minute.” While I walked up to my own room I checked my phone. More specifically I checked my tumblr-account. I wanted to know if Y/N was here and as soon as I opened the app I saw the notification sign. My heart rate increased.

“WOW. I’m here. I mean, at this very moment I am at the hotel, because there are really a LOT of people.”

I smiled, she was here, I would really meet her this weekend. I kept reading the text, she said something about her plans for the weekend, that was good, so I could check if everything was going like planned.

“Nevertheless, I was there for a few hours and I’m looking forward to the R2M panel today. To be honest I had to pick a few things, I don’t think I will be able to attend the whole convention, it’s too loud and too busy there. But I guess, if I choose the right things I can do that! J […]”

I stopped. It sounded like she wanted to pick events, with less people. No. My panel was one of the best visited of the con, that couldn’t happen. She had to be at your panel. She said something about the R2M panel today, but she didn’t mention my panel at all. Would the whole plan go wrong? I put the phone away without reading the whole text. No that wasn’t possible, I planned everything, it had to work out.It couldn’t just go wrong. No. I left the phone in my room and went to Jensen to order some food. I will find a solution for this problem. But I have to get myself distracted, just for a moment.

Your PoV

You woke up slowly, there was a terrible pain in your ankle and you had a dull headache. You tried to open your eyes, but everything was dazzlingly bright. Something was pressed at your face and you felt panic creep up inside you. You tried to push this thing from your face but your arms were quite heavy. Suddenly somebody reached out for your hand. “Y/N… It’s okay. You will be fine. Shhhh.. You have to stay calm. I’m here. You remember me? I’m Beck. Shhh..” a voice said. You tried to locate where the voice came from and recognized a girl who was smiling at you. She held your hand and you just looked at her as you saw something move on the other side of your body. Instantly you began to cry and scream hysterically, you broke away and lashed out. You ripped the thing off your face and wanted to get up but you realized that your legs and your body were fixed. “NOO! LET ME GO!” you yelled at the girl and you tried to free yourself from the straps that were fixing you but in the next moment a man gripped you at your wrists and tried to steady you “shhhh.. Y/N, you are safe. Just a few more minutes, we’ll be there soon. No one is going to hurt you.” You looked at him but you didn’t stop panicking. You felt tears well up in your eyes and slowly your sight blurred, but you couldn’t calm down. A few seconds later you felt a cold pain at your left arm. You cried but slowly you started to black out again, the last thing you realized was this thing that was pressed against your face again and in the background you heard someone sobbing.

When you woke up again you laid in a bed, your ankle still hurt. Your throat was dry and you heard a familiar beeping-sound. You instantly know where you were – hospital. You remembered your last stay, when you met Jacob, and you smiled. So much has happened since then. Slowly you tried to open your eyes, you were prepared for the bright and medical atmosphere. There was a needle in your armpit, you groaned. You saw some bruises at your wrists and arms and also some marks where you were fixed on the stretcher. “Ouch.” You whispered to yourself. Everything hurts, your head, your arms, your ankle.

“You are awake!” somebody said sounding tired, “I waited here, I thought that nobody wants to be in hospital alone” she continued. You said nothing, but you nodded. “You will be okay. The doctor said your ankle isn’t broken, but you ruptured your ligaments when you fell on the floor in the convention center. You’ll need a splint for a few weeks and for the first week some crutches.” She told you and you nodded again. “Thank you, Beck. For staying here with me, but you don’t have to do this. You will miss the whole convention.” You felt guilty and you couldn’t look at Beck. “I’m sorry for being a burden to you. I’ll be alright, you can go back to the con.” You told her and again tears welled up in your eyes, but then you felt someone reaching out for your hand. “This fandom is not just fandom Y/N, we are family.” She smiled. “So I will stay here as long as you need me. You know who carried you out of the convention room – it was Misha Collins himself. Because we are family, Y/N. We all are a very crazy kind of family. We care for each other and we have each other’s back.” She gave your hand a squeeze and you didn’t know what to respond. You never had this kind of family. A tear rolled down your cheek. “Thank you.” You whispered. Beck told you more about what happened, and you couldn’t believe it. It was surreal to you that someone would care for you like they all did. Some time later you saw that your phone laid on your nightstand and you quickly checked the time. It was late, it was dark outside and in the next moment I nurse came in and checked your data and your levels. “Good, I think you have to stay tonight for observation, if your levels stay this good you can leave soon, maybe tomorrow or on Sunday.” She said. Then she looked at Beck “She is doing good, I’m looking after her, you can go home for the night and get here again tomorrow. Visiting hours are over.” She stared at her, then at you and then she agreed. “Good. Y/N, I’ll get here tomorrow morning to check on you.” She again gave your hand a squeeze. “Sleep well! See you tomorrow. And thanks again, Beck!” you answered and returned her squeeze.

When she and the nurse left your room you took your mobile phone and checked your e-mails. There was a new text message from Jacob, he asked how your first convention day was. You thought about how to tell him everything, but you didn’t want him to freak out and never allow you to go anywhere alone again, so you just wrote “It was nice. I met some really nice people. Looking forward to tomorrow. Have a good night! <3” After that you checked your tumblr. You were a bit disappointed when you saw that Dmitri hasn’t replied since your last text, but on the other hand you couldn’t expect him to be online the whole day. You opened a new message and started to write:

“Dmitri!

There was a lot of chaos today. I don’t know where to start. It was crazy. I think I’ll never forget my first convention-day, even if I don’t remember an important part of it. J You have to know I’m quite anxious about big groups of people, as I told you earlier today, so I decided to see the R2M panel with this girl I met, Beck. But somehow Jensen, Jared an Misha crashed the panel and after a short time the room was completely full with people, because normally they aren’t showing up on Friday. So there were a lot of people and I couldn’t breathe anymore it was just too much, too overwhelming. Do you know how this feels? I hope you don’t. I guess I just panicked and passed out. Beck said that I fell like a sack of potatoes. And guess what happened. To be honest I can’t remember that, but Beck told me, so I guess it’s true. When Beck shouted into the room for help, nobody less than Misha, Jensen and Jared jumped off the stage and tried to help me. Misha even picked me up and carried me outside. He cared for me while the others tried to keep the crowd calm and entertained. I would love to meet them in person and say thanks to them. But even if I could get out of hospital until Sunday, there won’t be a chance for me to speak to them. I still can’t believe that these people care about me. I thought I was just another fan, I… I don’t know what to say. It's crazy.

Dmitri, probably you aren’t interested in all these stories. I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell it to somebody. I don’t know, sorry for the unnecessary talking. Tell me something about your weekend, how are you? What are you doing?

I’m looking forward to your message!

Love, Y/N”

You read about the text before you sent it and you had to smile. It really was a crazy, crazy day. You couldn’t believe it yourself. After you sent the message you put your phone away and tried to sleep.

Part 15

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not just sunday,

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (f) words: 1790. genre: somewhat fluffy, somewhat smut. warning: cursing, cockwarming, unprotected sex, over-stimulation. summary: sundays were a sacred day, well sort of. the two of you had made a joke of it. one day out of the week where you’d make time for each other despite how busy either of you might have been. you didn’t really count on soonyoung being so dumb. yoon's notes: uhhh i really don't know what i'm doing. this was supposed to be a drabble but that didn’t quite happen, did it? it was a little rushed at the end. i’m sorry, i will try better next time. i'm going to come right out and say it, i blame @kingyeoms for this one. ☽ probably best viewed on desktop.

the thing was, you hoped for a casual sunday between the two of you. you hoped that it would be one without work or distractions. that was the first rule of your relationship: you would make time for each other. early on, the two of you had made sundays a thing, though you really weren’t sure why it was sunday—it was a sunday even if it wasn’t sunday. it was pretty confusing, but it became a joke between the two of you.

just not this sunday.

while you could never fault soonyoung for forgetting about your sundays, you were mildly upset by the fact. part of you had really been looking forward to the end of the week just to spend time with him. so you made the time, a conscious decision to try even if it was just sitting beside him.

in truth, both of you were such workaholics so any time that you spent together seemed good. the two of you had taken to the couch, melting into it as you quietly scrolled through your phones.

that was until soonyoung had looked at you. he watched your expressions and the small pout that exaggerated when you thought he hadn’t been paying attention. he watched as you slouched back, curling further into your sorrow. a sorrow that he pulled you out of rather quickly.

you were sure that he had whispered a quiet “i miss you”, which made you giggle. you couldn’t imagine why he missed you when you were sitting right next to him. he was baiting you, of course, quickly working up the courage to ask you for what he really wanted.

at his suggestion, you reluctantly moved from your comfortable corner on the couch to straddle his thighs. he hummed happily when you did, planting small kisses on your head. you buried your face in the crook of his neck—suddenly shy at the way he babied you.

you huffed at him in irritation because he had made you move from your spot on the couch when you had been reading on your phone. your sloth-like behaviour was comparable to various members of the group but soonyoung never seemed to mind. it wasn’t without reason, considering he had coaxed you from the spot. soonyoung had always been one for physical intimacy. the closer you were, the happier he generally was, and even happier still when you didn’t pout in sadness.

that being said, it took about another five minutes until your squirming had lead him to another suggestion. ( you might have done it on purpose, not that you’d ever tell him. ) you pulled back to look at him, curiously gauging the pained expression on his face. "really?" it wasn’t as if you were skeptical, it was more the fact that you wanted him to explain his reasoning. you were definitely not soft for the way the curve of his lip quirked up when he whined.

like you were going to say no to him.

you couldn’t help but sigh as soonyoung settled you back his lap once more, resting your chin on his shoulder. he groaned in response, mirroring your behaviour. it was strange how he could so easily take away your irritation, preening at the praise he whispered in your ear. you snuggled into him happily as his hand squeezed the soft skin of your thighs. all was well in the world, at least you thought.

within the next five minutes the both of you went back to your own devices. both of you had a bit of work to do. you had given up on reading and had been sent straight your emails, idly replying to work and school inquiries, despite yourself. while he had been sent in the other direction.

falling into the void of music.

it was almost devastating for you at first. it was just like him to forget that he had ever slipped into you when his mind had wandered out of the realm. soonyoung had a single-minded focus, slowly turning from his own needs and desires to the other part of his life. it was like his gears had quickly switched in his head, zoning out entirely as he started to piece movement and music together like a puzzle.

it was mild at first, at the slow bounce of one leg. he kept in time with the beat—lazily. at first, you really hadn’t noticed as you shifted to accommodate for the movement without much thought. but within minutes you felt flushed, feeling the heat rise from the depth of your very being.

you bit your lower lip wanting so dearly to let out a moan—you could feel it rising but you buried it, desperate to shake off the feeling. you knew he couldn’t be serious. you could felt the vibration against your chest, the way he hummed to the music without another thought. he was barely paying attention.

it didn’t take long for you to have lost your focus, abandoning your phone entirely as he started to bounce his legs in triplets. it was about the only time you’d curse soonyoung talent—moving to the beat so easily and intricately. he found new angles without even trying, brushing against new spots you could barely comprehend.

a moan ripped from your throat followed by a whimper as his movement ceased. by this time, you could barely discern his words though you pick up on the irritation.

he had the audacity to shush you, as if you were the problem. it was a quiet, “shhhh, i can’t hear the song,” before he rewinded slightly to pick up where he had left off. he was painfully oblivious, even as you clenched around him.

it took all of your willpower to quell the rising sounds. steadily you worked your hips down—too stubborn not to chase the familiar high that built a second time. it came suddenly, small and floating at the edge of ecstasy. expletives rolled off your tongue, words switch soonie had all but dismissed as they blurred into the rhythm of the song.

it built until a cry burst from your chest, loud and unabashed. you unraveled, holding onto your boyfriend’s broad shoulders for purchase. all you could manage to do was bury your face into his neck, a mess of breathy moans once he had finally noticed. there was a quiet, “oh” that was followed by a kind hand soothing the heat that radiates off your thigh.

in the haze, you thought he might have stopped but instead you felt that mischievous grin against your neck. he continued to shake his leg at an uneven pace, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible—never quite letting you settle.

he laughed, the sound dripped through your veins like you were swimming in the thick of his honeyed words. the vibration in his chest made you shudder, clenching around him again without your permission. he cooed at you, “babe, why are you shaking so much.” soonyoung didn’t phrase it like a question. it was a statement, quietly playing dumb.

what a little shit.

pulling back in your daze, you came to rest your forehead against his—annoying slick with sweat. “i h-hate you,” you huffed weakly. at that moment you could have hated him with every fibre of your being, every second as he built you to the next high—so brutally.

you could feel fluttering rhythm of his heart, hands pressed against his chest. all you could truly do was whine—begging for him to stop. you shook, trembling from the over-stimulation but the most you could do was choke down your cries—babbling nonsense until he slowed.

all you could see or feel was the modicum of stars, bursting and blistering into you very soul—a galaxy of them slowly dying until only one remained.

“sorry,” he started once you had relaxed against him. soonyoung cupped your face, brushing away the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. he followed the sentiment with a “don’t hate me” though he knew you hadn’t meant it. he whispered his apologizes, fluttering kisses across your face—connecting them like constellations until you giggled in response. he treasured it because it was better than the alternative. honestly, he treasured you—cradling you in his arms.

snuggling into him you decided you could never really hate him. you couldn’t hate him regardless of how breathless he made you feel. your hate was a mismatched feeling, one that came after the work week that made you feel small and frustrated. it was a feeling you never associated with him.

you watched the grin that blossomed on his lips, one that told you that he knew. one that told you that he wanted you to say it but you didn’t, opting to shake your head instead. “that’s mean,” was all he said, barely capable of shaking the grin from his face. “you’re mean,” you counter, rolling your hips to punctuate the point.

there was a point where you regretted the action, whether it was because you were too sensitive or maybe the fact that soonyoung hand swiftly snaked his hand down between the two of you. “am i though?” he quipped, brushing a finger against your neglect bud. your lurched forward, chasing the friction in frustration considering it was the first contact besides his sweatshirt. “am i?”

you flick your gaze up to meet his, “yes,” you breathe against his lips, swallowing any protest he might have had with a kiss. it was slow at first, painfully as you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged. you were happy he was finally paying attention, though you could have done without the enthusiasm he displayed.

no longer passive in his regard. he could barely hold himself back as he twitched inside of you. his eyes fluttered closed, brushing his nose against yours. he loved you, despite how dumb he could be. he loved you in every iteration, every stubborn phase and moment of irritation. he loved you in the softest ways with his hands on your hips.

he pushed, setting such a punishing rhythm so contrary to the ways he loved you, to the softness he had for you. you had his full attention, thumb rubbing circles into you, other hand holding you steady. it served to draw another whine from your lips, tiny and defeated, as he sent you into another wave of bliss. it was a bliss he chased, almost sloppily until he stuttered, quivering against you. coming with a force that makes him gasp for breath.

“i hate you,” you panted stubbornly against his lips, hands gently massaging his scalp. all he did was chuckle because your i hate yous were always the opposite and never ceased to make him smile.

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happy2bmyownboss · 5 years

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I had to do my grocery shopping this past weekend and our internet was DOWN! This meant that I needed to physically go into the store and push the buggy down the aisles… pure TORTURE, right? Well, maybe it doesn’t seem that bad but I have been spoiled by the Walmart Grocery Pickup.

I did survive and I posted a picture of my overflowing buggy on my Instagram that evening and had a contest for the person who could most closely guess how much I spent. The winner will be receiving a Walmart eGift card for $10.00!

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I did spend quite a bit more than usual as I had some freezer cooking on the schedule. My grand total ended up being $330.46! I did have to grab a couple more things on Sunday morning when I went out to grab the pizza for Ms. Bellas’s birthday party. There was no freezer cooking happening on Sunday as we spent the day celebrating with family.

Thank you, Aunt J, for the red velvet cake and the pizza! It was delicious!

Here was the plan for Monday:

My notes are a little crazy I know!

I still have a couple of meals in the fridge from the Holiday Meal Planning Made Easy With The Deck The Freezer Party! but I really wanted to get some more ready because I know things gave a tendency to get REALLY BUSY around the holidays. I think they may get even busier with our new house coming SOON and I don’t want to be stuck in the kitchen when I can be playing around with decorating our new home.

We are still adjusting to the time change around here so the past week or so has been even CRAZIER than normal. I’ve really had to work on some of the parenting techniques that I’ve been learning from Positive Parenting Solutions which have been a lifesaver during some of our roughest parenting days.

Loaded Breakfast Biscuits

The little boys wanted to help with the breakfast meals I was working on. They washed their hands and got ready to work:

It is always important to check the oven before turning it on to preheat!

I had completely forgotten that we had a stack of pizzas in there from the day before!

The first recipe we made was the loaded breakfast biscuits from over at Jamerrill’s Large Family Table. I had purchased some of her freezer bundles a while back and have tried quite a few of her recipes. Many of the recipes I have cut in half as I wanted to give them a test run first.

While I prepped the ingredients the boys worked on smushing the biscuits into the muffin pans.

I improvised and made a little bit of space on the top of some of the totes we had in the kitchen.

The assembly went rather quickly and I did some laundry as they baked. They looked amazing when they came out of the oven! Just make sure to press down the ingredients well with a spoon to get them filled.

We ended up with about 30 biscuits and some leftover sausage gravy which will be enough for five meals, six if you count the gravy. We will probably have some fruit, yogurt, or applesauce with these.

Baked Oatmeal Muffins

Next on our list was to make a BIG batch of Baked Oatmeal Applesauce Muffins.

I’m not really sure how the cheese got in the picture but we didn’t use it for the muffins. Our Kitchen Aid mixer came in really handy while making all of these meals but it could have been just a little bit BIGGER as I had to keep the guard on to prevent messes.

These smelled AMAZING while they were baking and we ended up having 42 of these yummy muffins which will be enough for about 7 breakfasts or snacks. We will probably have some fruit and/or yogurt with the muffins.

While they baked I was able to get another load of laundry swapped and hung out to dry.

Freezer PB & Js

These are very simple to make and very nice to have in the freezer for busy days. The key to not having soggy sandwiches is to make sure you spread the peanut butter thinly on both slices of bread.

You can microwave the peanut butter for a few seconds to make it easier to spread. We’ve also found that the jams spread easier than jellies.

We ended up with about 40 PB&Js and a couple of PB only sandwiches as I have one who doesn’t like PB& J. This will make at least 4 lunches which will be great for busy days or for outings. The kids usually have some fruit with their sandwiches at lunchtime.

I keep a bag in the freezer for the bread heels and leftovers so I can use them for croutons and/or crumbs.

Ham & Cheese Potato Bake

I got this recipe from one of the packs I bought from Jamerrill’s Large Family Table Sale as well but it tasted very similar to my Cheese Potatoes only with the addition of the cubed ham.

I added the leftover hashbrowns from the loaded breakfast biscuits to this as well. I probably could have used a little more ham and maybe a little less cheese. We made 3 of these pans but ate one for dinner that night. IT WAS DELICIOUS!

We will most likely eat this with some kind of veggie side dish.

While making all of these meals I was also running back and forth doing up my laundry as Monday is Mommy’s Laundry Day. I also had to keep chasing down my camera as Mr. Jacob was practicing his photography skills:

Yeah, he still needs a little practice but he kept getting better as the day went on.

Freezer Meatloaf

I needed to get some ground beef and chicken cooking so I worked on the meatloaf while this was going. I threw in a package of finely chopped mushrooms with the ground beef while it was cooking… Shhhh! Don’t tell the kids!

I made up a batch of Manly Meatloaf and divided it into 2 loaves to put in the freezer. I used some mix veggies and chopped mushrooms in it this time. These will make 2 meals plus leftover that we can eat for another meal.

We will eat these with a side of Super Yummy Caulitaters and some kind of veggie side dish.

Chicken Broccoli Alfredo

This is another one of Jamerrill’s recipes. It was super easy to make and looks so good!

I shredded the cooked chicken with the Kitchen Aid mixer. I then combined the rest of the ingredients together in the foil pans and may or may not have gone a little crazy with the cheese. We ended up with 2 pans of this which will be at least two meals with leftovers. These will probably be served with some green beans, a Salad and/or Quick & Easy Garlic Bread or Garlic Cheesy Bread.

Mr. Jacob had to check out all the yummy dishes:

Beef Stroganoff

This recipe was fairly easy to make. I threw the brown rice in the pressure cooker with the broth from the chicken that I had cooked earlier which made it really tasty.

I’m not sure what happened to the photo of this meal but we had 2 pans of this which will definitely be 2+ meals. We will definitely be serving these with some kind of bread and side dish.

My photographer in training did catch a few other photos during the time this was cooking:

I think he may be better with my new camera than I am!

Baked Ziti

I still had a pile of ground beef left so I made up a mega batch of Mama’s Secret Spaghetti Sauce. Other than that I pretty much stuck to Jamerrill’s recipe for the baked ziti which actually looked a lot like my recipe for Red & White Pasta only with meat in it.

By this time I was running a little low on cheese but I will add more to the pans before I bake them. We will serve these two meals with a nice helping of veggies or a Salad and/or Quick & Easy Garlic Bread or Garlic Cheesy Bread.

Here are a few more photos I found on the camera around the time I was making these:

Stuffed Shells

I’ve seen a couple of videos where Jamerrill makes her freezer meals and the stuffed shells looked like something I really wanted to try so I did!

It was a little tricky to get the hang of stuffing the shells but it went rather quickly once I got in the groove. I then added some diced tomatoes to the remaining spaghetti sauce that I had and divided it up between the pans being careful not to fill them too full because I needed a little room for some cheese, right?

I sprinkled them with some Parmesan and the rest of the shredded cheese I had on hand. I will add some more cheese before I bake them. These will be another 2+ meals when we have some hearty sides with them. I can’t wait to give them a try!

Garlic Bread

While everyone was eating dinner I pushed and finished up the last couple of items on my list. The Garlic Bread is super easy to make… so easy that the kids can do it.

We may end up adding a bit of cheese to these before we bake them to make them cheesy garlic bread.

Freezer Ham & Cheese Sandwiches

We haven’t tried the Freezer Ham & Cheese yet but I did see a video a while back about making them. They said the key to keeping the bread from getting soggy was to put cheese on both sides… that’s a lot of cheese!

We used up some cheese we had in the fridge and ended up with 16 sandwiches that will be enough for at least 2 lunches when they eat it with some fruit or veggies.

English Muffin Pizzas

Last but not least was one of the kids’ favorite meals… I thought I had posted this recipe before but maybe not. It’s super easy.

We took the English Muffins and cut them in halves. Then we spread some of the leftover spaghetti sauce on them and topped them with a little bit of cheese. (I was out of shredded cheese so I just sliced up some block mozzarella that I had in the fridge.) We then topped them with a few pepperonis.

I then put them on a large baking sheet and placed them in the freezer to flash freeze. Once frozen they will get wrapped with a little bit of wax paper and then put into baggies for the freezer. They will get baked at 350 for 10-15 minutes until hot and bubbly.

The kids love to eat these for lunch with some ranch drizzled on top.

Finishing Up

My feet were so tired last night and I was wishing that we had our new bathtub installed so that I could soak but hopefully, soon that will be a reality. I almost forgot that I also made up a cute little gift for Nanny J as it was her birthday as well:

I still have about 4 pounds of ground beef to cook and put in the freezer. I’ll try to get to that tomorrow. The cooked meat will be used to pull together some quick meals like Taco Ring, Sloppy Joes (I thought I had that recipe posted… I’ll have to look for it.), or another meal from this list HERE. I’m going to try to get a few batches of Buttermilk Biscuits in the freezer as they are great for a quick side or as a quick breakfast with some gravy, honey, or a bit of jelly.

I still have a few of the pans in the fridge outside as well because they needed to cool down and I didn’t get around to rearranging the freezers to make room today… internet issues have had me on the phone with customer service for several hours!

We’ve got quite a busy week ahead of us with hunting season starting (maybe it has already started)��the guys are itching to get out in the woods. Our van needs to go have an oil change and brakes this week. We also have a couple of dentist appointments this week and we also need to take out the toilet and work on it as someone flushed part of a hanger down it… sigh. Friday night will be a dance and Saturday we had planned to go to a BIG annual dance but I’m not really sure if that will be happening or not… if it doesn’t I may have a Norwex event to go help with and I will have the kiddos in tow!

Here’s a flyer for our latest sale:

I definitely have a few things that I want to grab while they are on sale! You can also shop my current part HERE.

I know this was a long post but I wanted to get all the recipes out as I’ve had several requests for them. If I missed anything you can let me know in the comments below!

Here are just a few more pics from the day:

35+ Freezer Meals In One Day! I had to do my grocery shopping this past weekend and our internet was DOWN! This meant that I needed to physically go into the store and push the buggy down the aisles...

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