#okay so we’ll make extra pancakes

[ifearzombies]

Midnight To Morning

A Beel X MC one-shot that eventually includes everyone.

     You can’t sleep. You’re not sure why since you had been running ragged the day before, but it doesn’t mater now. You can’t sleep and that’s that. You groan and get out of bed and head to the kitchen with the knowledge Beel will be there shortly to join you.

     You grab a tub of yogurt and some fruit and some M&Ms and begin mixing them for a sweet treat when you hear your beloved ginger trundle in shortly after. You smile as he makes a noise of surprise and face him.

     “Hey babe.”

     “MC. You’re up really late. Are you okay?” He goes over and smooches your head, ignoring the food for a moment. You can’t help but find it so cute how he makes sure you know you’re more important.

     “Just couldn’t sleep. I made a big bowl of, well... I’d call it a parfait, but it’s not layered. I just think it tastes nice,” you say as you scoop a small amount into a bowl for yourself and offer him the mixing bowl.

     His eyes light up happily as he takes the bowl. “Thank you,” he mumbles between bites, “Mm... Almost as sweet as you.”

     “Aw. Beel. You don’t have to flatter me. I already love you.”

     Beel blushes at that and keeps eating. “But you are OK though, right?”

     “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep.” You look at the fridge as Beel opens it to grab a custard- he’s already finished the mixing bowl. “Fridge is kinda bare. Hey... Wanna go get stuff to make breakfast for everyone? I know the Wail-mart is open.”

     “That’d be great! What should we make? I love pancakes. We could do pancakes!”

     “Pancakes is good. How about also eggs and bacon? We can get harpy eggs since they’re nice and big. And horrorhog meat always makes great bacon! And I’ll make French Toast too. A nice big breakfast for the family.”

     “Can we invite the others,” Beel asks, “I know it’s late. But Luke and Simeon always make nice breakfast stuff they share. And Solomon can’t cook. Oh! And Barbatos might like a morning off!”

     “I’ll text Barbatos and Solomon. Knowing those two, they’re still up as well,” you say as you grab your D.D.D. and shoot them a text. The two instantly respond it’s a spectacular idea. “They’re in. I’ll go get dressed while you eat and we’ll head out together.”

     It doesn’t take you long to get ready and soon the two of you are out the door. With a small bag of snacks for Beel. Wail-mart is already aware of Beel’s appetite and warn him to only eat things that can be rung up later and you both accept.

     “Hey MC,” Beel calls as you’re looking over some more fruit. You go over and he holds out a bag of Ruri-chan marshmallows. “We should get these for Levi. If he has coco, he’d love that. And it’s limited edition.”

     “Get two,” you say, “One for him to collect and one for him to enjoy.”

     “Oooh perfect!” Beel puts in two bags. You look at him lovingly as you pick out a small bag of chocolates for Beel.

     “I’ll get these so you can eat them on the way home.”

     “Thanks, MC. Ooh! Asmo’s favourite tea is on sale!”

     “Wanna get a little something for everyone,” you ask, Beel looking a bit ashamed for a moment.

     “Yeah. I mean. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone. We should put a little surprise for everyone.”

     “Hrm... Okay. How about the chocolate gold coins for Mammon? That little wooden chest it comes in is super cute.”

     “It has a slot on top. So he can put Grimm in it later,” Beel says excitedly as he adds it to the basket.

     Tea for Asmo, marshmallows for Levi, gold coin chocolates in a treasure chest for Mammon, cat shaped cookie cutters for Satan, a picture frame for Lucifer to have a family photo in (you have the perfect one at home too), a small roll up blanket for Belphie, a fidget spinner for Diavolo, macarons for Barbatos, a cookie kit for Luke that comes with a small skillet, a journal and pen for Simeon, and a cookbook for Solomon. You watch Beel get more and more excited for each item you add before you finally get all the groceries you need. You grab an extra bag of chips for Beel and he kissed you when you presented it to him with the chocolates you grabbed earlier.

     The moment you’re home, Lucifer greets you at the door with a raised eyebrow. “Where have you two been?”

     “Sorry. We went shopping,” Beel explains, “We’re going to make breakfast. Purgatory Hall and Lord Diavolo and Barbatos are coming too. It’s a special breakfast from us to everyone.”

     Lucifer looks beyond happy. Whatever he was going to say to scold you is gone and he nods. “I see. Very well. Get to it. I’ll let everyone know.”

     Beel grabs your hand and you both get to work in the kitchen preparing omelets, bacon, French toast, pancakes, a proper pan of a fruit and yogurt parfait with granola over it. Beel ‘taste tests’ everything to help keep him from eating everyone’s breakfast and you give him smooches every now and then to reward him for controlling himself so well.

     You’re about to work on coffee and tea when Simeon enters with Luke. Luke runs up and hugs your legs as you greet them both. “Hey guys.”

     “Hello. We made some crepes,” Simeon says happily, “To go with the special breakfast!” He holds up two boxes, one large and one small. “The smaller one is for Beel from Luke.”

     “He needs to taste them to know that they’re good,” Luke rebuffs while he blushes, trying to pretend he isn’t Beel’s friend.

     Beel takes the small box and inhales the crepes. “Mmm! Delicious! Thank you!”

     “You ate them in one breath! Could you taste them,” Luke asks.

     “Yeah. Very good.”

     Simeon grabs Luke. “We’ll get out of your hair now. Plus I think Barbatos is coming in.”

     “I am. I thought I could make the drinks,” Barbatos cuts in, “Since you two are doing the cooking.”

     “That’d be great. I’m nowhere near as good as you at making tea and coffee,” you admit, “Plus Beel and I still gotta plate up everything.”

     “Leave it to me.”

     It’s not long before the table is set- another table pushed up with more chairs added to accommodate everyone. Beel sets out everyone’s gifts at their setting before the two of you bring out the platters of food with Barbatos bringing in a tray of hot drinks.

     “Oh wow,” Asmo coos as he comes downstairs with Solomon, “Did you and MC make all this?”

     “Simeon and Luke brought crepes. But otherwise yes,” you reply as you go and give both of them a smooch.

     “I wanted to bring something too, but Simeon and Luke rushed us out,” Solomon says sadly, “I’ll have to cook for you all another day.”

     You push down the horror you feel at Solomon in a kitchen and just smile. “Well. Today Beel and I wanted to treat you guys. I mean. We’re all family, right?”

     Solomon instantly cheers up and gives you a kiss. “Indeed.”

     “Aaaaaa!!! ARE THOSE THE LIMITED EDITION RURI-CHAN MARSHMALLOWS?!” Levi vaults over everyone and rushes to his place at the table. “OH MY LORD DIAVOLO I THOUGHT THEY WERE OUT!! Why two bags?!”

     “So you can eat one,” Beel explains, “MC said you would want one to keep and one to eat.”

     Levi starts ugly crying in joy as Satan carries Belphie down the stairs. “It’s too early,” Satan states as he slumps Belphie into his chair, “Eh? Are those... Kitty cookie cutters? Also... Thank you for breakfast. Sorry. Levi’s just loud.”

     “No worries,” you reply, “And yes. Kitty cookie cutters.” You give Satan a kiss before giving one to Belphie; who has unrolled his blanket with a smile and already wrapped himself in it.

     “Mm... Smells like Beel,” Belphie mumbles.

     “He carried it.”

     “Eh? What’s this? Chocolate? Not real Grimm,” Mammon says, pretending badly to not love it, “I guess this is good enough for the Great Mammon.”

     You and Beel chuckle as everyone else settles down and loves their gifts and you went around and gave everyone a hug and a kiss before you and Beel eat yourselves.

     Breakfast was like a holiday. Everyone was talking about classes at RAD, their little family gifts you and Beel picked out, and generally enjoy being a family. Once it was done, Lucifer made the other brothers start cleaning as you and Beel finally started feeling tired from everything. You fell asleep on the living room couch, curled up with Beel with everyone sitting around you (or busy cleaning).

     Lucifer looks at the two of you and covers you with a blanket and rubs both your heads, letting the two of you sleep before he looks again at the picture you put in the photo. It was a picture that a Little D. took with everyone doing a ‘group hug’ that you’d called for. Faces ranged from laughing to irritation, but it was one with every member of the family from the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and the castle. He places the photo on the mantle before using his D.D.D. to take a picture of you and Beel and then sends that to you and Beel’s D.D.D.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me om #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (8) // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, sex, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of heavy drinking and alcohol; let me know if I missed anything.

Waking up the next morning, Jake stretches out his body and brushes his hand along the bed beside him. He sits up when he feels the empty space. Instead of finding your body there, he sees a piece of paper from the hotel notepad resting on the sheets. Your handwriting scrawled across it.

Went to breakfast with Danny. I’ll be back soon.

Pulling himself out of bed, he staggers over to the bathroom and runs the shower. After his shower, he comes back out of the bathroom to find you perched on the bed with a takeout bag resting in your lap and a coffee in one of your hands.

“You brought me food?” He asks as he goes over to the bed.

“Not as elegant as it would be if we were home, but I have brought you breakfast in bed.” You say with a wide smile.

“You are wonderful.” He says as he leans down to kiss you. “How was breakfast with Danny?”

“It was good. I hope you don’t mind but I told him that you and I kind of made up.” You say as you hand him the coffee.

“That’s okay.” Jake says as he takes a drink and sets it on the dresser. “I need to talk with him anyways. I’ve been a real asshole towards him.”

Dropping the towel from around his waist, he pulls on a fresh pair of boxers. As he munches on the pancakes–and occasionally dipping them in the syrup–he gets dressed and finishes off the rest of the breakfast and coffee. Brushing his teeth and adding last minute touches to his outfit, he checks himself in the mirror before turning to face you.

“How do I look?”

“Very sexy.” You say as you stand up from the bed. “I’m so tempted..” You unbutton an extra button on his shirt and straighten it out a little.

He chuckles and wraps his hands around yours and brings them up to his lips. “Don't you tempt me.” He says as he leaves a gentle kiss on your knuckles. He drops your hands in front of him. “We have rehearsal and soundcheck until about five, but we’re all going to dinner around six which gives us an hour to get ready. So..”

“So.. I should be ready to go by 5:45 because the van waits for no one.”

Jake chuckles and kisses your forehead. “We’ll still wait, just try not to be late.”

You giggle and nod your head. “Well.. While you are doing your thing, I’m going to explore the city.”

“My thing?” Jake cocks his head. “You mean my job?” You nod your head and he chuckles. “You, my love, better behave today.”

“And if I don’t?” You say as you stand with your hands behind your back.

Jake sighs. “Just..behave.”

You smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. “Okay.” Walking over to the bed, you reach for your purse and sling it over your shoulder. “I guess I’ll just explore and behave while you work.”

As you walk past him to go to the door, he grabs hold of your wrist and pulls you back into him. “Tonight, after dinner. You are to come back here.” He says. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You say.

He releases your hand and you make your way back to the door. “I’ll see you tonight.” You say before pulling open the door and slipping out of the room.

–

Walking into the venue, Jake steps into Josh’s dressing room and sets a box on the table before making his way back towards the door. “What are these for?” Josh asks.

Jake stops in the doorway and glances over his shoulder. “Don’t say I never help you.”

“Help me?” Josh picks up the box and peers inside as Jake slips out of the room. “Again?!” Jake hears Josh exclaim. He laughs to himself as he makes his way to the stage.

“Hey Sammy Boy.” He says as he pats Sam’s shoulders.

“Someone seems to be in a better mood.” Sam chuckles as he plays a few keys.

Danny steps onto the stage and stops when he sees Jake. Jake takes in a deep breath before approaching him. “Can we talk?” He asks. Danny sighs but nods his head. The two of them go over to the seats and sit down. “Daniel, I’m sorry,” Jake starts. “I’ve been such an asshole towards you and you didn’t deserve that.”

“Yeah, you kind of were an asshole.” Danny says with a chuckle. “But I understand why, and rightfully so.”

Jake shakes his head. “It wasn’t right–any of it.” He peeks up at Danny above the rim of his sunglasses. “Please don’t make me grovel for your forgiveness.”

Danny smiles and scoffs. “No groveling,” He says as he waves his hand in the air. “But I do forgive you. Hug it out?”

“Sure, why not?” Jake says as they stand up and hug each other.

“Can I say that I’m glad you two made up?” Danny says after they pull apart.

Jake chuckles. “I’m glad we did too.. The last three weeks have been torture.”

“Tell me about it..” Danny mutters. Jake gives him a playful shove as the two of them head back up to the stage.

–

Knocking on your hotel room door, he waits patiently in the hallway and fidgets with his bracelets. Hearing the lock turn, he lifts his head as the door opens. You stand there dressed in a skin tight black dress that shows off a little cleavage. You giggle as you watch his eyes grow ten times their normal size.

“Is it too much?” You ask. “Because I can go change–”

“No!” He exclaims. “It’s perfect–you’re perfect.” He pulls you into him and kisses you. “Though it’ll be hard to keep my hands off you while we’re at dinner.”

“Mmm, that’s the point.” You say smiling up at him.

“Haven’t I been tortured enough?”

“Can’t you go a couple hours without having to touch me?” You say as you step out of the hotel room and pull the door closed behind you.

“Need I remind you I suffered three weeks without touching you and loving you and being near you?” Jake says as he walks beside you down the hallway. He hears you sigh and he steps in front of you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“It’s fine,” You say. “Let’s just go, we’re gonna be late.” You step around him and go over to the elevator to press the down button.

He was quietly standing beside you in the elevator as it made its descent to the lobby. He was just trying to be funny but it came out wrong. The doors open on the lobby floor and the two of you step out and meet the others outside by the van. He is still quiet on the van ride to the restaurant, as were you.

You knew he took it hard when you left–can’t really forget the phone call the few days after you had left. His words still echo in your head. You can still hear the pain in his voice. Hearing him say he suffered the last three weeks–it should’ve rolled off of you as a joke–it didn’t. But you knew it was by your own hand that he suffered those three weeks.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the van door slide open. Jake gives you a hand as he helps you step out of the van but pulls his hand away as soon as you have both feet on the ground.

“Everything okay?” Josh whispers to Jake as they walk side by side into the restaurant.

“Words just aren’t my forte tonight..” Jake whispers back. “I tried to make a joke and it I realized how fucking bad it came out..” He sighs. “I could just tell I upset her.”

Josh pats his shoulder. “Sometimes you have a way with words and sometimes you should just keep your mouth closed.” Earning a soft chuckle from Jake, Josh smiles and pulls his hand from his shoulder. “Just get through dinner and talk to her afterwards.”

All throughout dinner you could tell Jake was fighting himself to not touch you. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Despite how much you were upset with his words, there was no use in still being upset. As you keep your conversation with Sam about the new bass he’s been using, you reach beside you to grasp Jake’s hand and you bring it over to rest on your thigh. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jake’s head turn to look at you. His eyes wash over you before traveling down to the placement of his hand.

You purposely placed high enough on your thigh right where you knew it would drive him a little crazy. Luckily you were close enough to the table that it obscured any view of his placement. Taking his chances, he slides his hand up underneath the fabric of your dress and leaves goosebumps in his wake. He smiles to himself when you reach for his wrist to halt his movements.

He leans over and presses his lips to your ear. “Don’t tease me.” He says, causing a smile to spread across your face. Releasing his wrist, you slide your hand down to his and slowly you move his hand to your center. You feel his arm tense up and you glance at him. He’s already looking at you over the rim of his sunglasses, the lust and fire ignited inside his pupils. Again he leans over to whisper into your ear. “How still can you sit?”

You feel the pads of his middle and ring fingers as he rubs slow and soft circles on your clit. Trying to keep yourself composed, you focus your attention on Sam as he keeps talking.

“Hell, if you’re up for it, I could show you a few chords–if your boyfriend is okay with that.” He says, his eyebrows raising as he looks at Jake.

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t need my permission, Sammy Boy–just keep your hands to yourself.” He drags his fingers through your folds.

“Speak for yourself, Jacob.” Sam says as he lifts his drink to his lips and takes a swallow. You feel your cheeks burn and Sam chuckles. Jake pulls his hand away as he leans over to kiss your cheek.

Going back to the hotel, Jake drags you to the elevator and closes the doors before the other three make it close enough. He leans against the back wall of the elevator and pulls you against him. Running his hand around to your front, he pushes your ass harder against his growing erection.

“So impatient,” You tease. “Can’t wait until we get up to the room?”

“Not really.” He says as he rolls his hips against your backside.

The elevator dings indicating it stopping on a floor just before theirs. The doors slide open and Jake moves his hands away but still keeps your body pressed against him. He nods his head and smiles at the elderly couple that steps inside the cabin.

“Don’t move,” He whispers into your ear. “For the love of god, don’t move.”

You giggle but keep yourself planted against his chest. To the elderly couple beside you, you two look like a young couple who can’t keep their hands to themselves–reminding them of themselves when they were your age. But little do they know that Jake is so rock solid that one wrong move and they’ll see everything.

“We got off on the wrong floor.” The man says to Jake. “Guess I got so distracted by my beautiful wife that I thought the number said six–not five.” Jake chuckles. “How long have you two been married?” He asks.

“I don’t know, baby,” Jake says as he plays into the act. “How long have we been together? Ever since marrying this one it’s been a haze.”

You decide to play along with the act. “Only a few months.” You respond.

“Aw, newlyweds.” The woman says with a smile. “That’s adorable.”

The elevator dings and you look up to see the floor number. Six. “Well, this is us.” The man says. “You two have a good night.”

Once the door is shut, Jake exhales a breath of relief and you push off to turn around to look at him. “Married, huh?”

“Seemed like a good idea to play along.” He says he rubs his hands along your hips. “Nice touch on the newlywed part.”

“Made sense considering the position we were in..or should I say–you were in.”

He chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. “This elevator is so slow.”

Finally reaching your floor, the doors open up and Jake drags you down the hallway and towards his hotel room. Fishing the key out of his wallet, he presses it to the pad. As soon as the light turns green and the lock turns, he’s shoving the door open and pulling you inside. He wastes no time with getting your dress unzipped. It drops to the floor and he sweeps up onto his hips and carries you to the bed. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls it off and drops it to the floor. He licks his lips as he looks at you spread out on the bed below him.

Undoing his pants, he drops them in a heap on the floor before crawling onto the bed and resting in between your legs.

“You were risky not wearing underwear tonight.” He says as he traces your jaw with the tip of his index finger. He presses his lips to yours and grinds his hips against you.

“Did you give Josh those headphones?”

Jake nods his head. “I did.”

“Do you think he’ll use them?”

“If he wants a good night’s sleep, he will.”

You realize your heels are still on and pull your leg backwards. “Shoes.” You say.

Jake chuckles and leans back on his knees. You press the tip of your shoe to his chest and he unbuckles the strap. As he slowly removes it, his eyes never leave yours. He drops the shoe over the edge of the bed and reaches for your other foot and lifts it up. He reaches for the buckles and pulls the strap free before slipping it off of your foot and dropping it to the floor next to the other one.

Lowering your legs on the bed, he reaches for your wrists and pulls you up against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and curls his fingers around your bra and unclasps it. You slide them off of your arms and toss it to the floor. Reaching for his boxers, he shoves them down, allowing his cock to spring free and bounce between the two of you.

“You look like you’re in pain.” You say as you drag the tip of your index finger up his length.

He chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. “I am.”

“Then we should do something about that, shouldn’t we?” You say cocking your head to the side. Grabbing his shoulders, you push him down on the bed and swing your legs over his thighs. Wrapping your fist around the base of his length, you slowly drag your hand upwards. You watch his face as his eyes close and his head falls back into the pillows.

You pick up the pace a little before removing your hand and replacing it with your mouth. A moan falls from his mouth as he clenches his fists around the bedsheets.

“Baby, not much–uh–longer.”

You pull away just a little to look up at him. “Oh you were ready.” He groans and nods his head. “Well you know what to do..” You say before sinking your mouth back down around his cock. A few more strokes and he’s spilling into your mouth. After cleaning him up, you lean back on your knees to look at him.

His chest rises and falls as he comes down from his high, his eyes flickering back and forth beneath his eyelids. They slowly flutter open and his eyes land on you. “What?”

You shrug your shoulders as you smile. “Nothing, you’re just really pretty in this position.”

He scoffs and rests his hands on his chest. “Well you look gorgeous on your knees like that.”

“Oh do I?”

He nods his head as he smiles. He motions you over to him with a wag of his finger. As you crawl up the bed, he pulls himself up into a sitting position. You straddle his waist and he lays his hands on your hips.

“Can I be serious for a minute?” He asks as he looks up at you.

“Okay.”

“These last few weeks–I’ve been killing myself…”

“More benders?”

Jake shakes his head. “No, no.. The guys made sure of that.. I’ve been killing myself because of how I spoke to you–and I never want to do that again.”

“Jake..”

“Just.. Listen, please.” He says as he lowers his head. “Yes, I was angry–hell I was angry when I saw you the other day–but.. Ever since that phone call, I regretted every single word.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” You say. He tries to speak but you shush him. “Now it’s your turn to listen… You had every right to be angry–to be hurt.”

“But I hurt you–”

You shrug your shoulders. “I may have deserved it–a little. Sure your words hurt but.. What I did was worse, I left you. Actions hurt worse than words.”

“I uh, I overheard Danny talking to Sam–before he left to go to Nashville..” He wraps his hands around yours and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “You were hurt.. Because of what I said.. You weren’t eating, you didn’t go into work, you’ve been in bed for days… I caused that..” His chin quivers and he looks up at you. His eyes were glazed over with tears. “I never want to do that again…”

Wrapping your arms around him, you pull him into you and he hugs you tightly. “It’s okay.. I’m okay.. And I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” You pull away slightly and lift his head so he’s looking at you. “And you want to know why I took it so hard?”

“Not really..”

You giggle. “Well I’m gonna tell you anyway.” You say as you lean backwards a little. “It’s because I love you, Jake. It tore me up inside when I left you but at the same time–I thought what I was doing was a good thing.. Your relationship with Danny is special. He’s your brother–and if you lost this band–your dreams–”

“My dreams mean nothing without you..”

“Don’t say that..” You say dropping your head. “Your dreams mean nothing without your brothers and that’s what I cared about the most. I told you from the start that I was scared of losing either one of you but I was equally as scared of losing both of you. I thought what I was doing was best for me–for us–but dammit, I fell for you so goddamn fast and I still am falling–I just hope that you’ll still be there at the bottom to catch me.”

He crashes his lips onto yours, his hand gripping the back of your head as he keeps you in place. “I’ll always be there to catch you but–couldn’t you be the one catching me this time? Men are always the ones catching the women.”

You giggle and nod your head. “Although it’d be more like me breaking your fall than catching it.”

His head falls back in laughter. A genuine laugh that you missed. “Then we’d both be breaking every bone in our bodies.”

“Hey, as long as you’re there writhing in pain with me, then I’ll be good.”

Jake shakes his head before flipping the two of you over. “You, my love, are insane.”

“Insanely in love with you.” You say poking his nose.

“Cheesey.”

“Mmmm, you love it.”

“I do.”

A knock comes on the wall followed by Josh’s voice. “Should I put on the headphones?” He calls.

Jake looks down at you and raises his eyebrows. “Only if you’re gonna give me the most mind blowing sex ever.” You say so only he hears.

“Challenge accepted.” Jake says. “Although we’ve really gotta find a hotel with thick walls.”

“Amen to that brother!” Josh calls through the walls. “Putting the headphones on!”

Again you hear the genuine laughter pour out of Jake before he kisses you.

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authors note: you’ll notice i changed the timing of things, but i had to for it to work for the story. summary: they have a crush on one of their best friends, spider, what happens when they see spider with some chick at the festival, they spend time awkwardly avoiding him, until the party. as they run away from the cops, they hurt their ankle, and spider takes care of them. words: 4.7k

“fuck my life” rowan groaned, aggressively rolling over and pulling the blanket over their face to shield them from the sun entering through the windows. 

“ow what the hell” ant grumbled, rubbing his head after they had hit it by accident. he yawned, stretched out, before looking at his alarm clock. “it’s 8:10, rowan. we have to get up or we’ll be late for school.”

“wow okay mr responsible, since when do you care about being on time?” they joked, knowing how rebellious ant has been in the past few weeks. 

“hey, i’m responsible” he throws back, before getting up and pulling the comforter off the bed, leaving rowan curled around pillows. as he starts to get ready, changing into cleaner clothes, they finally start to wake themself up. 

“honestly, i don’t feel like going in today” rowan shrugs watching as he puts on a sweatshirt. “i really don’t want to see spider..”

ant turns around, and slouches dramatically. “dude, no way you’re going to skip school just because spider slept with some whore at the festival. and you know what? it probably meant absolutely nothing” he said comfortingly.

“i just don’t get it, one minute he’s super sweet and holding my drink so it doesn’t get spiked, then he’s pashing some slut who has her tits out.” rowan calms, feeling disappointed in themself for letting a guy get to them. they’ve never felt like this before, in all honesty it’s typically the opposite way around. 

rowan’s definitely gotten around, but to be fair it’s hard not to when you go to hartley high. i mean they’ve even slept with their own bestfriend, who happens to be right infront of them. they both agreed it didn’t mean anything, and was just some fun, but it did make them closer.

“i think you should forget about it, okay? he’s literally an idiot, and that’s coming from me” 

“but you’re also an idiot.” rowan chuckles, pulling on some black baggy jeans. they look around, and start pulling out stuff from their bag. “fuck i didn’t bring an extra shirt, can i borrow one?”

“uh of course??” ant draws out his words to make it more dramatic. he digs around in his closet, looking for one that rowan’s worn before. “hows this?” he asks, holding up the one with a sunflower and bee on it. 

“absolutely perfect!” rowan puts on the shirt, and huffs, grabbing their bag, and digging out the side pocket for their car keys. “are we stopping for breakfast orrrr?”

“i think my moms made pancakes?” he says in a questioning tone, opening his bedroom door and smelling the hallway. “yes, yes she has.” he laughs.

____

“god your mom makes the best pancakes” rowan starts moaning, causing ant to laugh which therefore makes her laugh. 

“god save it for the sex you’re going to have this term” he jokes, snickering as rowan pulls into the parking lot. 

as they get out, rowan can already see spider and dusty from here. they’re having a quick chat with one of the basketball guys. they glance around the lot, also seeing darren and quinni. 

quinni starts to jump up and down seeing rowan. they wave to eachother before she goes back to whispering with darren. quinni and rowan had been friends for a few years, meeting at the extra help room in middle school.

they’ve always had problems with adhd and focusing, making it hard to be in a class with loud and disruptive classmates. unfortunately in highschool, they just have to suck it up and wear headphones most days. 

“you got this” ant whispers in their ear, while holding onto their arm as normal. ant is big into physical touch which means he’s constantly holding rowan. 

“hey guys!” he calls out, earning grins from the guys. 

“hey rowan! see you at ants tomorrow night?” dusty asks, curiously wondering if they would be there to play video games. 

“oh hell yeah, i still have to kick your ass!” they giggle.

“oh? is that ant’s shirt?” he points out, giving you a face. spider finally snapped out of his staring at the ground. his eyebrow raised, as he inspected their outfit. “are you sure you aren’t sleeping together?” dusty wonders outloud.

“n- we are” ant shakes his head as he speaks, throwing his arms up like he’s been caught. 

spiders eyes widen. “what? really?”

“no idiot. we’re friends. i love this fucker but i’d never sleep with him a second time” now that confession makes his eyes widen even more. he quickly shakes his head, and calms himself.

“wow, knew you were a slut, but your best friend? damnn” spider snickers, before realizing that sounded less like a joke and more like an incredibly rude insult. 

ant’s jaw drops, and dusty looks like he’s unsure whether or not to laugh. 

“well aren’t you sweet.” rowan says scoffing, before adjusting her backpack and walking off, towards quinni and darren. 

“bro, that is totally not how you get rowan to like you.” dusty slaps the back of spiders head out of disappointment. 

“no really, that is not cool, even for you.” ant says, rolling his eyes.

“i didn’t mean to.” the blonde shrugged, “thought it was a funny joke.”

“don’t lie, you’re just jealous.” ant walks off in rowans direction.

all of a sudden, his thoughts are interrupted by a younger student. “OI! there’s a fully-gacked sex map in the old stairwell!!”

“what?”

“sex map?”

all of a sudden, everyone is rushing towards the stairwell, completely disregarding that class was starting in a few minutes. spider finds himself running at a quicker speed then most.

all he can hear is screaming, heavy footsteps and panting as other people find their way to the map. “oh shit” he lets out, his eyes wandering to his own name first. quinni, saska and suzie cho. two of those weren’t true, he had made those up to his mates almost 7 months ago, and suzie cho was only a blowie. he groaned internally now knowing that they would know that he was lying.

“what in the kids helpline?” darren looks bewildered.

“no!!”

“a wristy!”

“everyone whos fucked everyone”

“couldn’t walk for three days, that’s true” spider laughs, watching as ant dabs up dusty.

“cum queen!”

“jenny got fisted, holy shit” spiders eyes wander more and more.

“oh shit, darren jerked you off? nice bro, you into dudes now? spider questions. 

rowan turns in his direction, and pushes back spider a bit, feeling offended for darren. “who says i’m a dude?” “why didn’t you tell us?”

he laughs it off, then faltering. he sees rowan in black sparkly letters, then he notices the lines connecting to their name, all of the lines. 

sasha, zoe clarke, nathan white, ant, cash, tilly, and suzie cho. wait, he bent down to look at the small writing under their name. and two private school boys.

he felt a turn in his stomach, having to clutch it. something about knowing everyone they’ve had sex with, hurt him. he saw them go closer to the wall, finger running against the lines of the people connected to them. “what the fuck” rowan let out, before then standing on a stool that they dragged out from the corner.

 “this is not true!” they shout, pointing at the line connecting them to cash. they grabbed a marker from their backpack and drew over it. cash and rowan were in a hidden relationship for around 5 months but things just weren’t working out, tons of communication issues. rowan still loved him, platonically, almost like a brother in a way. 

after drawing over the line, rowan steps back, walking into spider on accident. they take a deep breath, and suddenly in seconds, there’s tears welling in their eyes. “guess you’re right. i’m just a slut”

____

“can the following students please meet at classroom 5D. Amerie Wadia, Harper McLean, Sasha So, Missy Beckett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White, Anthony Vaughn and Rowan Yearwood, Darren Rivers, Quinn Gallagher-John, Douglas Piggott, Malakai Mitchell.”

“welcome, welcome” rowan walks by the principal entering the class. there’s multiple tables scattered around the room, and suddenly they see ant waving them over. 

“what the fuck is this” rowan questions, seeing everyone come in and sit down. 

“punishment probably” dusty shrugs.

“map bitch!” spider shouts towards amerie. 

“so.. cemetery tonight?” rowan asks, looking towards the guys.

“yeah boy”

“hell yeah”

“oi, uh whats the cemetery?” darren asks.

“well it’s-” 

“none ya biz, bongwater.” spider spits, looking them up and down.

“it’s just a party thing.” they clarified, sending a gentle smile towards darren, before ignoring spider. 

“okay, settle down. thank you.” ms woodsy’s attempt to silence everyone wasn’t working very well.

the woman standing at the front takes a deep breath. “hi, everyone. i’m miss joesphine obah, but you can call me jojo. it’s kind of like yo-yo but j.” she chuckled, before clearing her throat. “i’m an english teacher, so i know some of you.” she nodded in rowan’s direction.

“but i’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here.. well your names were on the map in the stairwell. the one that’s out of bounds.”

a boy up front sitting next to amerie raises his hand out of confusion. and finally rowan begins to question who he is. they whisper in ants direction, asking if he’s seen him before. 

“uhm, what map?” the new kid asks.

“okay, very funny, look peeps, we’re not dumb. we know a lot of you are sexually active, but we’re concerned this map demonstrates a real lack of respect for one another when it comes to sexual relationships. so we want to address it head on..”

the new teacher, miss josephine went on about the new class and how it aims to give the students information about sex and intimacy. rowan wasn’t paying much attention, they were looking at spider, still upset about the comment he made to them earlier. how could he say something like that? did he really think it was some funny joke?

he then stood ontop of the table and started chanting “sluts, sluts, sluts” thrusting himself near ant.

“oh brother.” rowan shook their head, and started focusing on the teachers again. 

“i think we should do the handshake game.”

“that’s not the best one to start with”

“all right everybody.. up!” woodsy shouted. “okay now clear these tables to the side please. thank you, now i want you all to start walking around the room. come onn, walking!!”

rowan started walking, listening to everyones chatter. “now i want you to choose three other people to start shaking hands with.. shaking, shake, good, you know how to shake.”

rowan first shook hands with ant, it sort of became a bro hug, then they walked past dusty, making sure to give a good shake with him too. spider came around them and held his hand out with a gentle smile, almost as a way to apologize. 

rowan scoffed, and shook hands with quinni. 

“and, stop.” everyone stood straight up, and still. “spencer, you have genital crabs.” people started laughing at that. 

“checks out.” darren shrugged. “yeah i’m not surprised, he is a bit of a slut” rowan added on avoiding spiders eyes. more laughter.

“not in real life, thank you darren and rowan for the purposes of this game.” “put your hand up spencer, hand up, spencer, now!” “now everyone that shook hands with spencer, hands up.”

dusty, and ants hands raised up high. “now, shook hands with them.” rowans hand went up too, followed by more people, then more. “you all have genital warts.”

rowan snickered, as malakai spoke. “i thought it was crabs.”

a little while later, the bell rung and rowan went to go sit on the rocks near the edge of the school, eating their lunch that ant’s mom had made for them. veggies, fruit, and a sandwich. cash came by and they talked a bit, about the map, until it got a bit serious. 

“i did something really bad.” he admits, grimacing already. 

“what did chook make you do.” were the first words out of rowans mouth.

“okay-well, i technically didn’t do anything myself, but that’s the problem..”

“oh god cash, just tell me.” rowan pleaded, scared for one of their best friends.

“i-i, i was driving a car.. after the festival and-d in the back, chook was groping someone.. she was so drunk and i think he drugged her.”

“holy shit.” rowans eyes widened.  “is she okay now? was she underage? who was it?” they began to panic. 

“...harper.” cash’s voice wavers. “i don’t know why i didn’t help sooner, all i did was unlock the car door when we were at the gas station. i tried to talk to her after slts, but she told me to fuck off. i don’t know what to do.” his eyes began to well. 

rowan took a few deep breaths, before grabbing him tightly, and pulling him into a hug. “fuck man.. you need to distance yourself from them.. but i’m proud of you okay? you probably just saved that girl from being raped.” they took a second. “i’d avoid her for a bit, she could think you’re just as bad as them, maybe even scared of you.”

he nodded along. “okay, okay.” 

“maybe i’ll try and talk to her.” rowan shrugs, knowing that harper could probably use some comfort, especially considering the weird girl fight happening between her and amerie. 

“thank you, rowan.” cash hugs them tight, trying not to cry.

“hey, hey, it’s okay cashy.” feeling him tremble, starts to make them cry as well.

fucking spider.

spider, dusty and ant walk out of the gymnasium laughing about the basketball practice. spider had absolutely kicked ass, and the new kid was on the floor, holding his ankle. 

“i knew he was shit.” spider snickered, getting a highfive from dusty. 

ant checked his phone, seeing no message from rowan. they were all a bit surprised when they hadn’t shown up to watch practice, it was a normal thing they did together. “have you guys talked to rowan in the last little bit? they haven’t replied to my messages.” ant frowned.

“nope.” dusty said, popping the ‘p’. spider scratched the back of his neck. 

“is she-” “sorry, are they, still upset at me? they wouldn’t shake my hand when we were in sex jail.”

“i mean what you said was pretty fucking rude.” ant glares at him. “like, jeez, glad they returned the favour and called you a slut infront of everyone.” 

spider threw his hands in the air. “i’m such a fucking idiot.” with mutual agreements from the other boys. “can’t believe i fucked everything up because.. ugh.” he groaned.

“because you were jealous at the thought of me and rowan boning.” ant jokingly smirked. “but really, it meant nothing, we were just drunk and thought it would be funny.” “that was awhile ago too, we’re like practically family.”

“ew, you’d fuck your family?” dustin made fake gagging sounds. 

“pfftt shut up, don’t be gross.” ant winced at him. “but like i said spider, no feelings, at. all.”

spider let out a deep breath, fully relieved. “thank fuck.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “how do i make it up to them?”

“confess your feels, bro.” dusty shrugged. 

“or just be not a complete asshole to them? show you care or like actually respect them.” ant said, like it was obvious to the guy. 

it wasn’t. which may be surprising to some people, to normal people. he wasn’t normal. he’s never done the whole ‘crush’ or ‘liking’ someone thing. infact he’s not really experienced in sex either. everyone thinks he’s some sex machine but in reality he’s just a virgin, whos gotten a few blowies. he tried having sex with some girl a few months ago but he couldn’t get it up. in general he just doesn’t understand vaginas. ‘stupid things’ ‘lazy kebabs’

“make it up to her at the party or something!” ant suggests, before catching a glance of rowan and cash sitting by the rocks. “i’ve found them!” he shouts, running and flailing his arms in their direction. 

rowan wipes their eyes, seeing ant in the distance running towards them. “oh god.” they giggle. 

the next few classes were absolutely boring and went by almost too quickly. the only thing rowan could think of was, what to wear at the cemetery. 

once school had ended, as usual rowan and ant met up by their car, chatting a bit before getting in and taking off. “so, how was the rest of your day?” they asked ant, curious.

“ugh full of spider talking about you.” he yawned dramatically. “gets tiring after awhile.”

“wait really?” they question, looking to him. 

“yeahh he felt really bad about earlier, said he wanted to make it up to you, he’ll probably be allllllll over you at the party.” ant said, as they pulled up to his house. he started to get out, but before he did, rowan grabbed his arm.

“okay so i’m gonna go home, get ready and i’ll come by at 9? is that all good?”

“9? party starts at 11.” ant clarifies. 

“yeah but i wanna get high before we go.” rowan smiles, laughing before they push ant back out the car. 

“i’m cool with that, see you then, row!” ant calls out, walking off to his house. 

rowan got home, and made sure to get upstairs quickly to avoid their mother. bit of an asshole she was. after their fathers suicide, their mom was never the same, drinking, taking drugs, beating on them and their younger brother. they hadn’t seen him in awhile. he was temporarily re-homed for his safety. they had taken him to the emergency room once night after their mom had an episode. 

thankfully the department of social services got involved, and he’s safe now, with a loving normal family. rowan wishes they would’ve taken them too but, something about their age made it complicated. 

they foraged through their closet, trying to find something that would make them look attractive. they wanted to get some attention, hoping it would make them feel better about the spider situation. they had liked him for years, since middle school. it only made it harder when they became friends, and when they became the second bassist for the guys’ band. 

pulling out a plain black tank top, and throwing it on the bed, rowan was then looking for some jewerly, planning on wearing the pants they were already in. they decided on a black choker and dangly silver earrings, along with studs for the rest of their piercings. they re-adjusted their septum, and looked at themself in the mirror. ‘hmmm jacket.. jacket..’

they grabbed a plain red sweater, and reached for their doc martens. “hell yeah” they nodded at themself, wondering if they should do any makeup. 

after a few minutes, they decided on just a light red smokey eye. they were about to start on their hair, when quinni started ringing. 

“hey girl, what’s up?” rowan asked.

“hiii!!” darren gently pushed quinni so they could see the phone. “woah, okay sexy. will we see you at the cemetery?” 

“obviously, can’t you tell by this-” rowan cuts themself off and does a spin. “outfit.” 

“you look gorgeous.” a different voice is heard, and suddenly amerie is on screen too. “i don’t think we’ve properly met.” she said.

“well, talk to me at the party, and we can.” rowan smiled, before looking at the time. “i gotta get going guys but i’ll talk later.”

and just like that, rowan was on their way to ants. 

____

“fuckk, this is some good shit.” rowan says, while breathing out smoke, from the joint between their fingers, while watching the road. 

ant took over driving while rowan decided to get high before the little get together. “you look really cool.” he said, looking over to them.

“thanks! i tried a new makeup look.” rowan smiled. “i’m so excited, can’t wait to get fucked up.”

“me too, however i am missing the responsible you. don’t let the spider thing get to you okay?” ant nodded. 

“i’m trying not to, i feel a lot better now then before.” 

“good. also i heard dusty saying to park the cars by his house so it doesn’t look suspicious to the cops.” 

“ohh yeah, good idea.” rowan agreed, and watched as ant pulled into dustys driveway. “its like a 10 minute walk right?”

“yeah about i think.” 

rowan groaned as they began walking, feeling the tiniest bit dizzy. “told you, you shouldn’t of smoked!” ant laughed, watching them walk.

“whatever.” rowan kept going, walking up the hill, before seeing the firepit. there was only like 6 or so people there so far. spider, dusty, malakai and some strangers they didn’t know.

“hey!” spider called out, seeing rowan. he quickly grabbed an extra beer and popped it open, before passing it over to them.

“oh, thanks.” they replied, nodding along to the music awkwardly. dusty walked up to them and checked them out. 

“you look nice.” dustin said, touching their shoulder.

“yeah.” spider agreed, nodding along, as dusty went back to ant. it was silent for a few minutes. “so-”

“i’m sorry.” he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. “i want you to know that what i said was really dumb and i didn’t mean it. you’re really cool and i have no place to judge your sex life.”

“wow, spider apologizing?” rowan jokes. “i appreciate it though, thanks spencer.” his heart immediately softens at his name, his real name. it sounds like the most amazing thing ever hearing his name out of their mouth.

he watches as their eyes flicker, before they lean in and give him a side hug. ‘holy fucking shit’ he thinks to himself, putting his arm around them. 

“well.” they smiled, before seeing other people begin to arrive. “thanks for the beer, i’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“yeah.. yeah i’d like that.” he watches rowan walk away, and suddenly two bodies are next to him, patting his back.

“oooo, rowan and spider sitting in a tree-” dustin starts.

“fuck off.” spider shrugs him off and gives him the finger, before laughing and going back to talking with other people.

soon, the group gets bigger and the music is louder, people are dancing and it’s like an actual party. rowan sees cash out of the corner of their eye. “hey!” they smile, giving him a friendly hug, before whispering in his ear. “you got anything?”

“obviously.” he rolls his eyes, pulls out a small tin and passes it over to rowan. they open it and take a few edibles. “so, hows the spider thing going?”

“hmm it’s better.” they shrugged. “he gave me an actual apology and we hugged.”

“he apologized to you? holy, what have you done to spider.” cash snickers. rowan takes his hand and sits on the hill with him. 

“you think he could like me back?” 

“you’re joking right. it feels like it’s obvious.” rowan looks surprised. “he’s always looking at you during classes, and he’s so friendly to you.” rowan thinks for a moment. 

“there’s no way, he’s literally an asshole to me half the time.”

“because he likes you!” cash exclaims, fed up with having to explain it over and over.

“but-”

“rowan!! stop talking to mr eshay, and come have fun!!” rowan gave a smile that looked more like a grimace to say ‘sorry’. suddenly they were being pulled away by ant, and dragged onto the dance floor. 

“woo!” they exclaimed, dancing their heart out. “this is awesome!” the music was loud, and it just took control of them, everything was floating away. they slowly turned the other way to dance into more people, seeing quinni and darren. 

“hell yeah! how you guys liking the party?” rowan asked, before they started jumping up and down to the beat of the music. 

“it’s sick!” darren says, grooving. 

“very loud.. but i confronted spider about my lazy kebab flaps!” quinni grinned, making rowan chuckle. 

“awesome!” the sky got darker, and eventually it was only the city lights and buildings keeping the party a lit.

it felt like seconds, but in reality it was minutes of dancing, minutes of thrashing around, hair whipping, and bouncing, and soon rowan began getting tired, and the effects of the alcohol really started hitting. the dance moves got sloppy, and rowan, dizzy. 

they felt a hand on their waist, almost as support. “aaa helpp” they slurred, pushing off the hand not knowing who it was. they felt the person get closer, and felt something by their ear. 

“rowan” 

spider.

“rowan, hey it’s me, i think it’s time to get you home.” he said softly, very gently attempting to drag them away from the dance floor. 

“nooo, dancing..” they mumbled

“rowan, hey, you can barely stand, okay? if you don’t want to go home, atleast drink some water.” he handed them a plastic water bottle. 

“need. need to sit down.” they said, before dramatically plopping onto the ground in the middle of the dance floor, people surrounding them with dance. it was almost like they were the only two present.

he snickered at them. “too much to drink?”

“maybe..” they leaned onto him for support, clinging to his orange overshirt, for warmth.

“you cold?” rowan nodded to the question. “i know it’s not much but here.” he passes over the shirt before realizing they can’t do it themself. he moves positions to help put it on for them. “there.” he smiles.

“spence.. i..” they, and everyone else at the party was cut off by police sirens in the distance, and quickly there was cars pulling up. 

“cops! cops!” ant shouted.

“oh fuck.” they screamed, holding onto spider as he got up.

“a bit shit that we’re littering.” sasha squeaks. 

everyone split up except for spencer, rowan, ant, dusty, sasha and harper.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” rowan muttered, running as fast as possible.

“oi get back here!”

they ran towards a large gate. it was triple the height of any of them, spider was about to jump but looked towards rowan. he got down, and grabbed their waist, suspending them over the gate. of course being incredibly drunk, they don’t stick their landing and they end up fucking their ankle up.

they swore out of pain and started limping, spider threw himself over the gate and held rowan up. “i’m so sorry, are you okay?” he asks, holding their head.

“little ouchie, my ankles fucked, you should run, i can hide behind a bush or something.” they suggested. 

“what, fuck no.” spider scoffed, before pausing to think. “can i carry you?” he asked, looking into their eyes.

“get back here!” a cop shouted, getting closer to the gate.

“yes, yes, hurry!” they shrieked. and soon enough they were in spiders arms, as he ran. it was a wild feeling, being held by him like this, being held so tightly.

“thank you spider.” they spoke, muffled into his chest as he ran. 

“don’t worry about it ro.” he smiled, it was crazy, feeling them curl up in his arms. 

“fuck!” they heard a cop shout, stuck behind the gate. 

after about 10 minutes, he had stopped sprinting, and was now carrying them back to his place, knowing how far theirs were. “you okay?” he wondered.

“mhms.” 

he gushed at them, they were so cute. 

once he got to his house, he quietly rushed upstairs, hiding them from anyone in the house. he set them on his bed. “i’ll make a bed on the floor, you stay comfy up there, alright?”

“noo, please stay with me.” they beg, pouting. “don’t wanna be alone.”

spider sighs, shuffling into the bed and putting an arm around them. he watched as they fell asleep, cuddling into his chest. “god, i love you.” he mumbled, pulling them closer.

“m love you too.” they mumble back.

#heartbreak high #heartbreak #spider #spencer white #spencer white heartbreak high #oc #harpermclean #ameriewadia #darrenrivers #douglaspiggot #cash #anthonyvaughn #dustinreid #highschool #anticipatecrime

[rayslittlekitten]

Christmas Morning

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: I just had to write this. Came to me this morning. At least let them see through Christmas Day.

Rating: G

Word Count: 511

Pairing: Dad!Will “Ironhead” Miller x Wife F! Reader

Plot: Lucy gets a little too excited for presents.

Contains: humor

“MOMMY! DADDY! THANTA CAME!!!”

Lucy comes bursting into the bedroom in her blue and white snowflake-print pajamas that she slept in last night, jumping up and down making a lot of noise.

Both you and Will groan at the unexpected wake up call. Your face is buried in Will’s chest under the comforter and Will has an arm around you.

Will opens a squinted eye when he feels Lucy tugging on the comforter. He notices the sun has barely risen and glances over at the clock. He scrubs his face his with his hand.

“Lucy, baby, why are you up so early?” He yawns.

“THANTA CAME!! HE DROPPED OFF THE PRETHENTH!!” She shouts at the top of her lungs, making Will wince and you pulling the comforter over your head. “AND HE, AND HE ATE THE COOKIESTH!!”

You and Will went to bed pretty late last night after leaving signs of Santa’s presence and then spending some quality adult time, which included indulging in the entire bottle of wine the Morales had gifted you two for Christmas. You both realize now that that was a mistake.

“CAN WE OPEN THE PRETHENTH?! PLEASTH?!”

“Okay, okay, shhh,” Will answers with a scratchy voice. “Don’t need to yell. We’re right here. Give mommy and daddy 10, 15 minutes okay? We’ll meet you by the tree.”

Lucy squeals, making you both recoil again, before speeding off. You and Will have a quiet moment to mentally prepare yourselves.

“After presents, I’ll go make breakfast,” Will volunteers. “Lucy loves my Christmas pancakes.”

“Don’t forget the extra sprinkles,” you add. “I’ll go put on a Christmas movie for her.”

“Don’t put on anything that has the Grinch in it. Last year she got scared of him.”

You both appreciate another few moments of silence until you hear Lucy screaming and shouting from afar.

“Jesus Christ…” Will groans.

“Yup. It’s his birthday. Come on, we gotta get up,” you remind him but remain unmoved.

Your hear footsteps rapidly making its way back to the bedroom and as expected, Lucy comes rushing into the bedroom again.

“THANTA GOT ME HEADPHONETH!!” She proudly shows off the shrink-wrapped box with wrapping paper still hanging from it.

“No, baby that’s for daddy,” you mumble. “The ones daddy wears when he goes running broke, remember?”

“What about thisth? Underwear?” Lucy brings up a lacy little number.

“No, no, baby that’s for mommy,” he practically shoots out of bed sitting up instantly and takes it from her. “You’re supposed to wait for me and mommy to open presents.”

You turn to see what he has bunched up in his hand and then raise any eyebrow at him.

“There was more in the box than just this,” he explains while holding up the lingerie.

“Okay, you go start sorting the presents for her and I’ll go start a large strong batch of coffee before she ends up opening Gary’s or Benny’s gifts,” you delegate before sliding out of bed.

“Come on, Moosey.”

Will takes Lucy’s hand and she leads him out the room; you follow after them.

#charlie hunnam #Charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller x fem #will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller x you #will ironhead miller x f!reader #triple frontier #will ironhead miller fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #dad!will #Christmas

[bridgyrose]

Happy New Year! (yeah, I know I'm late to it) Let's start the new year with a new type of prompt - one that won't necessarily qualify as an AU:

Weiss insists on using Atlesian Common (British English) while Ruby insists on using Valean Common (American English).

“Everything’s all packed,” Ruby said as she dropped her bags in front of the door. “Tent, grill, fishing poles, extra batteries, plenty of food and other rations in case of grimm attacks-” 

“Did you remember the torches,” Weiss asked. 

Ruby paused for a moment as she looked at Weiss curiously. “Torches?” 

Weiss picked up a flashlight and flipped it on. “We’ll want to make sure we have an extra couple of torches in case we lose one.” 

“That’s a flashlight. And yes, I made sure to pack a few of those.” 

“Great, and the biscuits for you to snack on?” 

“Biscuits?” Ruby opened up the cooler she had packed. Water? Check. Milk and pancake mix? Check. Eggs? Check. Extra meat? That was all there. But biscuits? “No biscuits, but we can use the pancake mix to make them. We’ll just have to adjust what is being put into them-” 

“Why would we use pancake mix to make biscuits? I thought you made the ones you liked earlier. You know, the strawberry and chocolate chip ones.” 

“Biscuits? I didnt make-” Ruby paused for a moment, confused until she looked at the kitchen counter and saw the bag of cookies she had made and packed to bring on the camping trip. “-biscuits. You’re talking about the cookies, arent you?” 

“That’s what I said. Biscuits.” 

Ruby grabbed the cookies, not wanting to try to argue on it. She put up a smile and kissed Weiss’s cheek. “Thanks for reminding me.” 

“I know how you get without them.” 

Ruby nodded and stashed them away in a side pocket on her pack, relaxing a bit as she looked over everything she had packed. Two weeks of well deserved break, going hiking and camping with Weiss and Penny, and spending those two weeks relaxing, swimming, resting, and not having to worry about the grimm or trying to save the world one mission at a time. Though, she was disappointed that Penny was going to meet them there and not travel with. But, she was thankful it was going to be two weeks of being able to see her uninterrupted.

“The car isnt going to pack itself you know,” Weiss called from outside the apartment. 

“I know, I know, just… making sure there isnt anything else that we’re forgetting.” Ruby made one more trip around the apartment, pulling out the list that Weiss had made and double checking it over and over as she rushed around with her semblance. Finally, she made her way outside with the last few items and packed them up into the trunk of the car. “Okay, ready.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes. “I swear, you’re worse than I am when it comes to packing everything.” 

Ruby smiled and closed the trunk of the car and made her way into the driver’s seat. “Maybe you’ve rubbed off on me. I know I can be pretty… flighty… when it comes to this kind of stuff, so, I… I wanted to do something different. Be different. Besides, this is an important day for us. Its the sixth anniversary of meeting Penny, our fourth anniversary to you asking the two of us out, first anniversary to having a place we can call home-” 

“Okay, okay, you dont need to get that mushy.” 

“But you like it.” 

“Just drive.” 

Ruby smiled a bit as she watched Weiss try to hide her blush, sliding a cd into the stereo of the car and relaxing as the rock music started. “You know, this might’ve been easier to see if we could’ve found someone with an ‘aeroship’ instead of driving to the docks and loading our car onto the ship and sailing out towards Argus.” 

“Told you the correct way to say it would stick,” Weiss answered, sticking her tongue out at Ruby. “And, you’re probably right, but after everything we’ve been through, a few days at sea before driving out to meet Penny sounds more like a break than taking an aeroship and getting dragged into another mission.” 

“As long as that’s what you want.” Ruby relaxed a bit as she drove to the docks, listening to the music blasting from her speakers as her mind wandered a bit. This was going to be a vacation well worth it.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #drabbles #whiterose #nuts and dolts #frostbyte #frosen steel #ruby x weiss x penny #I know penny isnt in this #but she's mentioned as part of the relationship

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: the 20th Anniversary

A/N: I started writing this in September of 2022, but knew that I wanted it to be a longer work so I pushed it off, but I finally finished it and I am so proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

Warnings: Set in non-covid 2021, fem!reader As soon as that alarm started going off you shut it off. Careful not to wake Pete up, you slowly got out of bed and headed into your kitchen. Last night, after Pete had gone to the bedroom, you had laid out all of the pans that you thought you would need the next morning, so as to not wake Pete up before breakfast was ready. As you started pulling things out of the fridge to start breakfast, you thought back to a year ago, and then 20 years ago. You knew today would be bad for him. It was the 20th anniversary of 9/11, which meant it was also the 20th anniversary of his father’s death. A year ago the anniversary had come around just 3 months after the two of you had started dating, and on the day of, Pete had texted you in the morning simply stating that he was going to be busy all day, and said nothing else to you all day. You knew, because you and him had previously had many conversations about your families and your past, so, instead of bothering him that day, you let him have his day of mourning, and waited for him to text you, whenever he was ready. Now, a year later, just three months over your one-year anniversary, the two of you shared an apartment in Staten Island, one of the nicest ones, near to his mother. Earlier that week, you had called Colson, because he had been through the anniversary with him before. “Just be there for him. Don’t make him leave the house all day, except for his annual dinner with his mom and sister. Just, just be you,” he had said, before saying goodbye and hanging up. That was when you had started planning the day in your head. Being there for the man you loved, was absolutely something you could do. Over the next thirty minutes you make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. You also brew coffee, and make one cup the way you like it,  and make one cup the way Pete likes. Very carefully you top Pete’s stack of pancakes with strawberries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, making the toppings look like a smiley face. Then you carefully put his plate and yours on the tray, the two cups of coffee, and two cups of juice. You slowly walk down the hallway to your bedroom, and extra carefully open the door to your bedroom. When you walk in you are surprised to see Pete awake and on the phone with someone. “Yeah, Mom, we’ll be there at 7:30. Look, Y/N just came in,” he says, pointing the phone at you. “Hi Amy,” you say, as you keep walking towards the bed with the tray. You hear her say good morning in response, before Pete turns his phone back to himself. “Hey, sit up,” you say as you reach his side of the bed with the tray. He carefully sits up, being careful not to bump you. As you set the tray down, you take the phone from him as he holds it out to you, obviously wanting to be done with his conversation with his mother. “Hey Amy, it's me again. I actually just brought Pete breakfast, so we’re gonna let you go. We’ll be at the house by 7:15 tonight, I’ll make sure of it,” you say, shooting a look towards Pete. “Love you, see you later,” you finish, waving goodbye, and then hitting the end call button. “Okay, we’ve got a breakfast for champions. Eggs, just the way we both like them-” “Scrambled with cheese?” he interrupts you, already picking up his fork to dig in. “Yes,” you say with a chuckle, “and bacon, and pancakes with the works. Plus, coffee, just the way you like it. And one for me, the way I like it. Honestly it’s kinda a miracle I carried this all the way in here without tripping,” you say as you gently join him on the bed. The two of you sit in silence as you eat your breakfast, neither of you wanting to talk about the elephant in the room. After the two of you finish eating, Pete stands up to take everything back to the kitchen. “Want me to come with you?” you ask, not wanting him to have to take care of anything today. “No, I’ve got it,” he says, before walking out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. You sit there for a minute, thinking through your next step for the day. You bought all of the stuff yesterday to make a soothing bath in your bathroom, but you hadn’t decided if you wanted to  do that next or watch his favorite movie next. You could hear him kind of grumbling under his breath in the kitchen, so you decided to run the bath. You slid out of bed and stepped towards the bathroom, immediately turning the water on to the highest heat setting. Then you turn around and open the cabinet and get out the bath salts and bubble bath you had gotten the day before. As you dump them in, you can hear Pete walking towards the bedroom. “Baby? Where are you?” he asks as he comes into the room and sees you aren’t in the bed anymore. “I’m in here,” you say from the bathroom, and start to close everything up and check the water temperature. “Hi. What are you doing?” he asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “I ran you a bath, thought maybe it would make you feel a bit better,” you tell him, turning around in his arms. He looks at you in disbelief, before leaning down and softly kissing you. “I love you so much, you know that?” he says when he pulls away. “Yeah, I do. And I know today is going to be hard, so I want to help you through in any way that I can.” He smiles and pulls you close to him again. “Also, I love you.” After you say that he chuckles into your hair for a second, and then pulls away. “Are you going to join me?” he asks, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I mean, if you want me to. But it’s your day of mourning, so I get to sit in the back. And no funny business. This bath is strictly for relaxing.” you say, chuckling. “Whatever I need to agree to to get you in that water with me,” he says as he bends down to kiss you one more time, before starting to take his clothes off. You slip your pajamas off and slide into the water, and as soon as you’re in he slides in as well. The two of you sit there with your arms around his arms as he lays back into your chest. You gently slide your hands up and down his arms. Taking a bath together is not something rare between the two of you, but something about what the day means and is to him makes it feel even more intimate. The two of you sit in the bath together until the water starts to run cold and your hands and feet are pruny, then you get out and dry off with the towels that you had purposefully left on the counter, choosing to use the guest towels today because they rarely get used and are therefore still super fluffy. After you dry off, you wrap your towel around you and walk towards the dresser in the bedroom. You grab a pair of pants and a tank top, and the both of you underwear,  and while you’re in the dresser grab Pete a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. You toss them to him as he walks into the room, and the two of you get dressed silently. After Pete puts his clothes on, he flops on the bed, laying with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. When you finish getting dressed you crawl onto the bed, and curl up right next to him. He brings the hand that was behind his head to around your shoulders, and grabs the arm that you had thrown over his stomach with his hand, his thumb lovingly rubbing circles on your arm. “How are you feeling?” you ask after a few minutes in silence. “I’d be feeling a lot worse if I didn’t have you. Thank you for being here, and not letting me push you away today,” he says, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “I would never be anywhere else,” you say, lifting your head to look at him. “I think it's almost one, do you want some lunch?” “Um, no. I don’t think so. I know my mom, and I know Casey, and tonight's dinner is going to be huge. They always cook all of his favorites. And then we alternate which of his favorite movies that we watch each year.” “That sounds fun,” you say in response, not sure if it’s supposed to be fun or not. “Yeah. We always have a good time. It’s a good way to remember him. And the evenings are never the hard part of this day. It’s when I first wake up, because at first I’m not thinking about what day it is, but then I’ll look at my phone and see September 11th on the screen, and then I remember,” he pauses to clear his throat, and you reach the hand that he isn’t holding up and softly scratch his head, because you know that it brings him comfort, “um, remember that I’ve gone x-amount of years without him now. It’s not until I’m back with my mom and Casey for our dinner that I feel okay. However, with you here, it’s completely different. I didn’t want to expose you to how empty I was last year. I mean we had basically just gotten together, and I didn’t want to screw anything up. That’s why I pushed you away last year,” he explains, and you stretch your neck to look up at him, noticing the tears that have begun to make their way down his cheeks. “Pete, I’ve known since the moment I met you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing your illnesses make you do, and nothing that an anniversary of something makes you feel is going to scare me away. I’ll always be right beside you. You don’t have to worry about me getting up and walking out. I’ll always be right here,” you say as you stare directly into his eyes, wanting to make sure that he knows that you mean every word, with tears streaming from your own eyes as well. “I love you, I have pretty much since our first date, and I don’t imagine that stopping any time soon.” For a moment he just stares at you in silence, tears still falling from both of your eyes. But then he leans his head down, and crashes his lips into yours. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s messy, teeth and noses clashing, but it’s full of passion that words cannot explain. It’s intimate, and loving, and the two of you have never shared a moment like this before, not the entire time you had been together. It’s full of sadness, but love, so much love. When he finally pulls away, in order to catch his breath, the two of you are panting, and completely tangled together. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone more than I love you,” he says after he catches his breath. “And I don’t think I ever will. And I don’t want to either. You are the best person I could have asked to have been given to share my life with.” “And you are the best person I could have been given,” you say in response, before laying your head on his chest, neither of you wanting to move and detangle from each other. Before you know it you both fall asleep like that. You wake up suddenly to someone’s phone ringing on the bedside table. You groan and reach over Pete and grab the phone that was ringing, and answer it without looking. “Hello?” you whisper into the phone, not sure if Pete was woken by the phone or not. “Y/N?” Amy’s voice comes through the phone. When you realize it was her you gently scramble out of bed after whispering “one second”, and walk out of the room. You shut the door behind you, and walk into the living room, and sit on the couch before exhaling and bringing the phone back to your ear, giving Amy the okay to continue. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” she asks as soon as she’s been given the okay. “Oh, uh, no. We had fallen back asleep, and I didn’t want to wake Pete up,” you respond, laughing a little. “You know how he is, he can sleep through a lot, but typically tends to wake up if he hears someone talking.” “Ha, yes that is very true. Well, I was just calling to ask him if you guys could stop at the bakery on your way over, and pick up the cake that I ordered. I always try to remember to order Scott’s favorite cake from there, but this year I almost forgot, so I ordered it last night for pick up today. However, with all of the food cooking I can’t leave the house to go pick it up, and Casey stayed here last night, so she’s helping me cook so she ca-” “Amy,” you say, cutting her off before she gets too far into her tangent, “we can pick it up. No worries. We’ll just have to leave a bit earlier, no big,” you say, turning to look at the clock seeing that it’s already three, meaning that you need to hop in the shower sooner rather than later. “Oh, thank you so much Y/N!” Amy says, and you just shake your head. “It’s really no big deal Amy. I need to go start waking Pete up and get into the shower though, so I’m going to let you go. See you tonight,” you say and she says goodbye and then hangs up the phone. You pull Pete’s phone away from your face, grinning when you see the picture he has of the two of you on his lock screen. Slowly you stand up and make your way back to the bedroom. As you walk in, Pete starts to stir in the bed, and you sit down on the edge next to him, putting his phone back down on your bedside table, and  gently rubbing your hand over his chest. “Hey baby. You need to get up. We napped for like three hours,” you say with a light chuckle, and he grabs you and pulls you down to him. You laugh, and try to pull away with no success. “Pete, let me go,” you say laughing, still trying to pull away. “I need to shower before we have to leave. And now we have to leave by 6:45 so that we can stop at the bakery and pick up the cake. Your mom won’t have time.” “Ugh, fine. Go shower. I’ll shower after you,” he says, finally releasing you from his grasp. You laugh and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips, pulling away just as he tries to grasp at you again, and laughing as you run into the bathroom. You take a rather quick shower, not bothering to shut the bathroom door, meaning that you can hear Pete in the other room. “I’m fine Colson,” he says, presumably into his phone. “I honestly feel amazing today. Y/N’s been doing an amazing job of not bugging me about it, and not forcing me to do anything. She made me breakfast in bed this morning, then we took a bath, and then we fell asleep,” he says, and you can hear that he is continuing, but he walks out of the room as he does.. As you shower you space out thinking about everything this anniversary means to people who lost someone on that day. Your eyes start to water as you even try to imagine how much it would hurt having to live this day every year, with so many remembrances going on throughout the day. It is so hard to imagine how Pete usually feels surrounding this day, and how you have apparently made it better for him, something you never could have imagined yourself doing. Slowly you turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and your hair. You stand in front of the mirror as you do your after-shower routine(lotion, leave-in conditioner, etc.) and then turn to leave the room after hanging your hair towel back up. Walking into your closet, you try to guess what you should wear to this dinner. It feels casual, but at the same time you don’t want to show up too casual. You skim your hands through  the clothes you have hanging on your side of the closet, and sort of zone out while still trying to decide what to wear. You’re so in the zone that you don’t even hear Pete enter the closet, even though he’s speaking directly to you. “Y/N? Hello?” he says when he realizes you aren’t all there at the moment. With the sound of your name, you finally jump out of your head, and whip your head to look at him. “Sorry babe, what did you say?” you say as you look at him, and he just looks at you, a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks you, walking closer to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t sure what I should wear tonight.” “Anything you wear will be fine. It’s not a fancy event, it’s just like one of our monthly dinners. This one is just on the exact same day every year,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, trying to really show you that it doesn’t matter. “So, what I was wearing earlier would be fine?” “Baby, I literally just said that anything would be fine,” he says with a breathy laugh, “yes, that would be perfectly fine. I’m going to take a quick shower,” he says, and leans down to place a quick kiss on your lips, before pulling away and going into the bathroom. You quickly get dressed, before leaving the closet. You grab your phone off the bedside table, after not being on it all day, and head back into the bathroom to sit and do your hair and makeup.  You sit down at the vanity you have in the bathroom, and pull out your blow dryer, before grabbing your comb to run it through your hair before you start doing your hair. Ten minutes later your hair is dried, and Pete has made his way in and out of your shared closet, fully dressed. He comes up behind you while you put on some mascara, and just looks at you. “Do you need something?” you ask with a laugh, turning to look at him when you’re done. “No, I just think you’re really beautiful,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Also we should probably head out soon, just in case there’s traffic or a line at the bakery.” You nod in agreement and stand up, heading out of the room, with him following close behind. “Do you want to drive or do you want me to drive?” he asks when you get to the front door with everything in your hands, looking at the key hook in front of you. “Whatever you want P,” you say, holding the flowers you had gotten for his mom in your hands. He nods and grabs his keys, before opening the door for you. You thank him and the two of you walk to the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage. You ride the elevator in comfortable silence, just enjoying the presence of each other. The car was luckily parked pretty close to the elevator, and as you get to it Pete opens the car door for you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss before taking the stuff you were holding and putting it in the backseat. When he got in the driver's seat he handed you his phone to let you choose the music that played. When you put on Taylor Swift and show tunes he was not at all surprised. He gently placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to the bakery. There was almost no traffic, and no line at the bakery, so you made it to his old house in record time, making you really early. When you got there he didn’t immediately turn off the car, instead just sat there and stared ahead, absentmindedly picking at his nail beds. “Pete, are you okay?” you ask him, grabbing his hand in yours so that he would stop picking. He shakes himself out of it and turns to you. “Thank you for today. If it wasn’t for this dinner I probably wouldn’t have spent a lot of time thinking about him like I normally do. This has been the best anniversary of lo-losing him,” he chokes out, starting to tear up. “An-and I couldn’t have imagined it going this well without you by my side. Without you I would have spent the day in bed, just moping around.” At this point your eyes have started watering as well, and you’re barely holding everything back. You unbuckle your seatbelt and launch yourself across the console into his arms, ending up sitting on his lap in the passenger seat. You nuzzle your face into his neck for a few minutes, his head bent into yours as well, before pulling away. “I don’t want you to ever think that you have to hide anything from me,” you say to him, looking into his eyes. “I will never judge you for feeling emotions like a real human. This day is hard. It’s supposed to be. But together we can get through it,” you say, and he buries his head in your neck, and you feel the tears dripping down his face onto your neck. The two of you sit in the car like that for a few more minutes, neither of you noticing that at one point Casey opened the door and peeked out to see what was taking the two of you so long. She’d seen her brother cry so many times before that she could tell that was what was happening, so she closed the door and just let the two of you be.  When you both finally stop crying, you clamber back over into the passenger seat, and look at him. “We probably need to go inside,” he says with a little chuckle, wiping at his face with the backs of his hands. You nod in response and wipe your face off as well, before opening the door. You grab the flowers out of the backseat as he grabs the cake, and the two of you walk up to the door, not bothering to knock, just walking in. “Ma, we’re here,” he says as you get inside, both of you heading for the kitchen, knowing that was where Amy was. As you walk by the living room you see Casey sitting on the couch, and Pete gently knocks her  on the head as he walks by getting an upset “hey!” in response. When you arrive in the kitchen Pete puts the plate down on the counter before leaning down to hug his mom. You watch with a slight smile on your face as the two have a long hug, something they both obviously needed. When they pull away, Pete circles to the other side of the kitchen and Amy opens her arms for you to step into a hug as well. You quickly set the flowers down and step in, also needing the motherly hug today. When you pull away you realize that all three of you are crying again, and you all chuckle. The four of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company, and you love hearing stories about Scott that you hadn’t heard before. When you get home and are laying in bed, Pete says something that makes you cry all over again. “My dad would have loved you. I wish you could have met him.” As he says it you can hear the tears in his voice, and you also start to cry, and the two of you fall asleep just holding each other, loving each other, more than either one of you could have ever imagined loving someone. No words are spoken, but you both know that you’re thinking the same thing. “I’m going to marry you someday.”

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson fanfiction #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson x fem!reader

[montammil]

Cold, Cold Eyes - Part Two

CW: Kidnapping, drugging, infantilizing, mentioned/implied parental death, developing Stockholm syndrome(?), parental whumper, failed escape attempt, restraints

...

"So, how was your day, kiddo?" Lawrence asks the next night, sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling down at him, as if this whole situation is all fine and dandy.

Marshall wants to scream, how do you think my day was? He shrugs wordlessly.

"I know you're still a little upset with me, but that's okay. We just need to bond more. I was thinking we could watch some TV, but you need to promise me you'll behave."

"I thought you said--"

"I know, I know, but I thought about it, and it'd be a little unfair to be so untrustworthy of you. I know you're just adjusting." He unlocks the cuffs with a small, silver key in his pocket, then puts it back away. "If you behave, then every day from now on can be like this."

Rubbing his slightly sore wrists, Marshall suppresses the urge to give a sarcastic reply.

He guides him to the living, and Marshall takes it in. There's a leather sofa, a red, fuzzy carpet below it with a dark wooden coffee table in front of said sofa. Next to it is a row of three tall windows.

Lawrence notices him staring out the window. "If you really earn my trust, we'll go outside. Maybe we could go to the park soon."

The park. Marshall doesn't know if that's meant to be infantilizing, but it still feels like it, especially by the way he says it.

He shrugs again, not knowing how to respond.

"You hungry, kiddo? I can fix you up some dinner."

He shakes his head. If he gets a say in it, he'd rather have nothing from this man. He knows he probably won't get poisoned or drugged, but it's still rational to not want to eat anything your captor makes you. At least, he thinks so.

Lawrence looks hesitant to accept that answer, but luckily he nods. "I guess that's fine, but you're having an extra big breakfast tomorrow." He grabs the remote and sits down, crossing his legs. "So, what do you wanna watch? It can be practically anything, as long as it's PG, maybe PG-13."

An uncontrollable scowl comes from him. "I'm twenty."

"I'm aware."

He sighs and chooses a movie he doesn't care about. He doesn't want a movie he likes to be ruined by this... situation. "Any Spider-Man movie sounds fine." He doesn't want to watch anything too childish, or else Lawrence will treat him more condescendingly. 

"That's a great choice, bud!" He turns on the 2002 Spider-Man movie, putting the remote down on the table and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Marshall tenses, but maybe he can use this to his advantage. He doesn't think he'll try escaping now, he's sure Lawrence is already expecting him to try, so he'll just have to wait for a better opportunity, one he can work with more.

...

The next day, Lawrence allows him more space around the house. Marshall will admit, the house is nice, and Lawrence definitely is of higher-class, but that somehow makes him hate him more.

Marshall hates the clothes Lawrence makes him wear. Yesterday's pair was a pastel pink t-shirt with a cutesy flamingo print on it, along with basketball shorts. Today is a dark purple long-sleeve shirt and dark sweatpants. At least it's a lot better than yesterday's outfit.

"What do you think we should do today?" Lawrence asks as he prepares some fried eggs with pancakes.

"What can we do?" Marshall asks, tilting his head. Maybe he'll find an easier escape route.

"Well, we could always have a game night! That sounds fun, doesn't it? We could always watch another movie too, or maybe make a pillow fort." A smile rises to his face. "Maybe all three?"

"That sounds fun," Marshall lies. He needs to think of an idea that'd actually give him a good chance to escape. "Do you have a telescope?"

He puts the eggs and pancakes on a plate and sits it in front of him. "A telescope? Why?"

"For stargazing," he explains. "The best constellations come out in winter." He's trying so hard to seem genuine, he just hopes Lawrence can't see through his facade.

He clicks his tongue in thought. "Tell you what; if you can be well-behaved for the next few days, we can go stargazing. I live by the beach, I'm sure it'd be pretty nice."

Marshall doesn't want a few days to wait. He swallows thickly and starts to force down what he can on his plate.

It looks like he'll just have to deal with it for now.

When he finishes, Lawrence takes his plate and washes it. "Don't look so sad. It'll take a couple days for me to find a good telescope, but until then, we still have a lot to do."

"I'm tired. I'm just... gonna go take a nap."

"Hey, it's too early for a nap!" Lawrence grabs his arm before he can fully stand. "I have an idea. How about we bake something?"

He attempts to give a grin, but it comes out as more of an uncomfortable grimace. "I-- I'm okay, I'm bad at baking, anyway..." At least that's true.

"Then let me teach you!" Lawrence nearly drags him to the pantry, then he starts digging inside and giving ingredients to Marshall. "Put these on the counter."

Marshall hesitantly does so, watching him dig into the fridge. "What... what are we making?"

"Sugar cookies," he responds. "My mother and I always made sugar cookies together. She owned a bakery, so I gained a little bit experience. I have her best recipes memorized."

Though he doesn't respond back, Marshall does wonder Lawrence's past. He looks kind of sad. He wonders if she and him talk anymore, or if she's even still alive. He can't feel any sympathy for him, though. 

Okay, well, maybe he can feel a tiny bit. Even if he hates himself deeply for it.

He doesn't do much of the work, instead watching Lawrence move around and do most of the work after they both wash their hands. The only thing he really gets allowed to do is whisk the flour and baking powder, and roll the batter into balls.

It comes out looking actually good when it's done. Marshall takes the first bite (after being pressured to by Lawrence), and it tastes... wonderful. The whole situation ruins it for him when he's reminded Lawrence is still an evil man, not even these delicious cookies could redeem him in the slightest.

"Is it good?" he asks, leaning against the counter.

"It's really good. Thanks." He hopes his smile isn't as forced as it feels. He just needs to keep up this act until he gets the right opportunity.

"I'm glad you like it! I'm sorry I didn't let you do much, I just don't want you hurting yourself." He cups his cheek. "I just love you more than anything."

That's the second time he's heard that. Shuddering, he doesn't reply. He can't bring himself to say it back, no matter how hard Lawrence stares at him, as if waiting for him to share the same sentimental words.

Marshall is sure he's going to lose his mind.

...

Three days pass, and it's been more insufferable, but nothing too different from the past few days. The only things that stuck out was Lawrence practically forcing him to play with some play-doh. Don't even get him started on the childish coloring book Lawrence gave him.

It was all worth it when he sees Lawrence carrying in a package that he knows is a telescope. Or rather, he prays it's a telescope and not another childishly patronizing thing to pass the time with.

"Is it a telescope?" Marshall asks hopefully.

"I guess you'll just have to open it to find out." He has a box cutter prepared in hand, and does the job for him. When he's finished cutting a line through the cardboard box, he slides it to him.

Marshall opens it and smiles when he sees it is, in fact, a telescope. His smile falters when he realizes it's one of those expensive telescopes. He knows Lawrence is definitely a wealthy man, but a hint of guilt jabs at him.

"Is it okay?" Lawrence asks.

He nods. "Yeah! It's, uh, it's great. Thanks. Are we gonna use it tonight?"

"Well, you have been acting really good, recently... We have to go over some rules, though. Okay?"

He nods.

Lawrence unboxes the telescope itself as he says, "Actually, there's only two rules, and I'm sure you already know them: no running away, and no screaming for help. You don't need to do either of those things, anyway. It's not like you're not in danger."

"Yeah..." Marshall looks down at his lap. He feels like such a coward for even thinking for a moment about not running away.

"I would put the cuffs on you, but I want this to show I trust you. You won't take advantage of that trust, right?" Lawrence's deep, sapphire eyes stare into his, as if challenging him.

He shakes his head. "No, of course not!" He hopes that sounded genuine.

"Great!" In a blink of an eye, Lawrence changes demeanors and ruffles his hair. "Let's both go get changed, then we'll go."

After he gets changed, they walk to the beach. It's dark out, and a little windy, but less cold than a week ago. He's not surprised to see Lawrence lives in a beach house. There's no one else in the area, he's sure it's private property.

Lawrence grabs something out of the bag he brought and lays down a large, blue plaid blanket and sits, putting the telescope together. Marshall reluctantly sits with him.

The entire time, Marshall watches the waves lap at the sand, wondering when would be the right time to sprint away. He doesn't even know where he's going, and Lawrence looks so happy...

No. Stop feeling guilt! he tells himself angrily. He kidnapped you! Don't you dare feel guilt for him!

"Well, what're you waiting for, bud?" Lawrence gestures to the telescope standing in front of him.

"Sorry, I spaced out." He awkwardly laughs and stands on his knees, looking through the telescope and pointing it upwards. He's never had such a good telescope, he for sure knows this was an expensive buy.

Lawrence chuckles. "Is it good?"

"Yeah. It's really pretty." He pulls away and lets him look in it. The entire time he fidgets, looking everywhere for a good place to run to while he's occupied on the telescope.

"Wow, it is pretty! The last time I used a telescope, I was younger than you." He leans back away to just stare up at the stars. "I forgot how fun stargazing could be."

While Lawrence reminisces aloud about his childhood, Marshall thinks of all the possibilities.

Firstly, he could just run. He doesn't know anything about this area, but the only way to get out of here would be to outrun Lawrence. He doesn't doubt he can, but Lawrence could always get in his car, which Marshall also doesn't doubt he has.

He could just wait for another opportunity, but that'd be wasting this one.

The last option is to knock Lawrence out. The telescope looks heavy, but he could use it to hit him. Not only is that really risky though, but also... he does feel a twinge of guilt for even thinking it.

Damn him and his emotional vulnerableness.

"I guess we should go back inside," Lawrence murmurs after at least twenty minutes pass. "It's getting pretty cold out, huh, buddy?"

He nods and stands off of the blanket, watching Lawrence put the telescope away and fold the blanket.

Marshall decides if he doesn't do it now, he might not do it ever. Without a word, he lunges in the opposite direction as fast as he can.

Running through the sand, he hears Lawrence yell something, but he doesn't hear him through his adrenaline. He imagines it's nothing good judging from the sheer anger in his tone.

He runs in circles, because he's been in the same beach forever now. He sees a highway coming up, and things are starting to turn out for the better.

Racing to the highway, he frantically hopes for any cars to see him. He follows the highway, tripping on his own feet multiple times until he forces himself to catch a breath, just for a moment. He doesn't know how much time has passed, but at least he lost Lawrence.

That's what he thought until he feels a familiar prick in his neck.

"You brought this one on yourself, bud," Lawrence sighs, catching him when he goes limp. "It's a shame. I try and I try, and you just choose to throw away all our progress. It hurts, honestly."

His voice starts to fade, his vision grows darker and blurry.

"It's okay. You're still learning. Luckily, you have me to teach you and correct your mistakes." He hoists him in the air. "And believe me, I will."

#whump #whump writing #original whump #parental whumper #creepy whumper #failed escape attempt #drugging whump #tw drugging #tw whump #whump fic #original writing #my writing #cold cold eyes

[aces-and-angels]

Title: Breakfast at Abel's

A/N: I wrote some HCs earlier this week, but decided that I wanted to give a full recap of what went down at Abel’s apartment that morning 😉

Pairing(s): Abel x MC (Rowan, F), Connor x ilitw!MC (briefly mentioned) 

Summary: An extra scene for chapter 14 of ILW by @itlivesproject​; Abel and Rowan enjoy each other’s company the morning after their night together. Inspired by these headcanons 

nsfw below, minors dni 

---

“We should get up," Abel mumbled quietly, his voice hoarse, thick with sleep.

“In a minute,” Rowan yawned, nuzzling into him, "you're warm." Her hand moved up to frame his face while the other rested on his bare chest, her thumb gently stroking his scars. The two had woken up facing each other, limbs still tangled from the night before. Neither were willing to pull apart. So instead, they got closer, eyes fluttering shut as their lips softly pressed against each other. The initial grogginess from waking up faded as they continued to explore each other's mouths.

He let out a low, drawn-out groan as she lazily rocked her hips against him, the loose grip he had on her waist tightening slightly. Her lips moved from his mouth to pepper kisses along his jaw, stopping right below his ear to suck on his skin. "Mm, that feels nice," he sighed, threading his fingers through her hair. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine.

“Thought I’d return the favor,” she hummed against his neck, continuing to suck a mark to match the ones she assumed were littered all over her body. Once she was satisfied with her work, she ran her tongue along his newly formed bruise. She blew on it gently, the cool air that hit his skin making him shudder. “Now we’re even,” she whispered, playfully nibbling his earlobe before pulling away to rest her forehead on his.

“Oh, we’re getting even?” he drawled, hands leisurely caressing her sides. “I think we’ll need to do a bit more than that to really make it even.” He gave her a heated look as his hand reached down to squeeze her ass. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she teased back, her eyes full of mischief. “Care to elaborate, professor?” A small moan erupted from her throat as his hands slid between her thighs.

“Gladly,” he purred, putting his fingers to work. It wasn't long before his bedroom was filled with the sounds of their pleasure.

---

“Hah- okay, I mean it this time,” Abel huffed, "we need to get up."

“You’re probably right,” Rowan muffled into his sheets.

They had spent the last hour lost in each other's bodies. The couple brought each other to their peaks, only for them to start over. And over. And over. Exhausted but extremely satisfied, Abel finally collapsed on top of Rowan, the weight of his chest pressed against her back. They stayed like that as their breaths gradually evened out. He tenderly kissed her shoulder blade, his soft lips lingering on her skin. Once he could feel that she was no longer trembling, he gingerly pulled himself out, both of them moaning at the loss of contact. She rolled over to lie on her back, turning her head to face him. “You were amazing,” she breathed out.

“So were you,” he echoed, brushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. “Wait here. I’ll go make us those pancakes I promised.” 

“Do you need any help?”

“No, I got it. Besides,” his eyes scanned her naked body with a satisfied grin, “I’m not sure you’re ready to walk yet.” She scoffed, propping herself up with her elbows. Eager to prove him wrong, she began to get up only to wince at the soreness in her legs. His grin widened as he failed to stifle his laugh. 

“Shut up,” she tried to scowl, but her lips couldn’t help but quirk upwards at the sight of his smile. Accepting defeat, she settled back under the covers as he got dressed. Walking to his bathroom, he grabbed a pack of wet wipes and tossed them over to her along with another one of his shirts. 

“Here, clean yourself up. I’ll be right back,” he winked, making his way to the kitchen.

--- 

Thirty minutes later, Abel walked back into his room, pancakes in hand.

“Good morning, milady,” he sang, “I have returned with a breakfast suited only for someone as lovely as you.” Rowan let out a snort, amused at his antics.

“Thank you, good sir,” she played along, “I shall cherish every bite.”

“That’s all I ask for,” he smiled brightly, placing the tray on her lap. She looked down to see his creation. On the tray were two plates of neatly stacked pancakes. To the side were several small bowls containing fruit, syrup, butter, and whipped cream along with two mugs of coffee. “I forgot to ask what you liked on your pancakes, so I just brought everything.”

“This looks amazing,” she said in awe. “I can’t believe how quickly you made this.”

“Years of practice,” he answered, carefully settling next to her on the bed to avoid the tray from tipping over. “I made them a lot when my siblings were still here.” 

“And now?” 

“Now... Now I save them for special occasions,” he stated earnestly. Her face grew warm at the implication. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she pecked him on the cheek, silently thanking him for his effort. His eyes softened as he nodded his head towards the tray in front of them. “Dig in before they get cold.”

Taking his advice, she added a little bit of every topping onto her pancakes before taking a bite. “Oh my God...”

“You like them?” He peered at her face trying to gauge her reaction. 

“I think you ruined pancakes for me,” she praised, putting another forkful in her mouth. His face lit up at the genuine delight she had eating the food he made her. He hoped he could always make her this happy. Turning his attention to his own plate, he began dressing his own pancakes. She noticed that he only added butter and syrup to his. “Not a fruit guy?” she asked, still chewing her food.

“Huh? Oh no, it’s not that,” he replied while cutting another piece off of his pancakes, “I’m just used to keeping it simple.”

“What do you mean by used to?”  

“Mercedes and Lola love strawberries,” he began to explain, “and Cesar would drown his pancakes in whipped cream,” he chuckled at the memory. “We’d run out of it fast, so I always saved those toppings for them.” Her eyebrows furrowed, glancing down at the bowl now only half-filled with berries. Wordlessly, she poured the rest of the fruit on his plate. “Ro, you don’t ha-”

“I want to,” she interrupted, pressing her finger to his lips. “Now dig in, before your pancakes get cold.” His shocked expression morphed into something tender, a warm feeling settled in his chest. He kissed her finger softly before she could pull it away.

“You’re the boss,” he beamed at her, popping a blueberry in his mouth. Not in any rush to leave the bed, the two spent the rest of their morning enjoying each other’s company. 

---

Rowan didn’t get back to the cabin until mid-afternoon. She walked in to see her three roommates all sitting at the dining table. Judging by the amused looks on their faces, Amalia must have told the others where she had been all night. 

“You’re back late,” Amalia wasted no time to tease her best friend, “had fun last night?”

"Well, I spent the night and the better half of this morning getting my back blown out, so I’d say I had a good time,” she smirked, walking over to give her friend a satisfying high-five. 

“Jeez, do you have to word it like that?” Connor’s face turned a light shade of pink at her forwardness. 

“Don’t act so innocent, Connor. We all can hear the floorboards creak when you think we’re still sleeping,” Rowan revealed. His eyes widened as his cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. Devon shrugged her shoulders, unbothered. She comforted her self-conscious boyfriend by patting him on his thigh. 

---

#abel flint #abel #abel x mc #ilw fanfic #it lives within #ilw #it lives beneath #ilb #it lives in the woods #ilitw #it lives series #it lives project #it lives anthology #amalia de león #amalia #connor green #connor x mc #my fic #n*fw #im a sucker for those soft morning after moments

[koolkat9]

NedCan Week - Day 2

@nedcanweek

Prompt: Historical || Scars

Rating: T

Pairing: NedCan

Word Count: 346

Read on AO3

Author's Note: Like my Royal Red Bros submission with the Historical prompt, only very loose historical ties. Just a brief, subtle reference to the Liberation of the Netherlands in regards to one of Matt's scars

To Soothe the Scars

Jan watched the gentle wave of Matthew’s chest. Up and down, steady while he slept. Matthew always had such long lashes matching the long, fluffy curls that framed his face. Handsome and pretty all rolled into one, and Jan was lucky to be one of the people who could call Matthew his.

He couldn’t even remember what his mind concocted that had sprung him out of sleep and now kept him awake in these late-night hours. But at least Matthew was there, sleeping peacefully, giving him a much-needed distraction.

Jan’s eyes traveled to Matthew’s exposed shoulder where an old bullet wound had engraved a scar on his skin. Jan was there when Matthew got that shot. It shouldn’t have been him. If it wasn’t for Jan on his back that day, maybe Matthew could have dodged those bullets. How Matthew had survived and even helped nurse Jan back to health after all that still baffled Jan to this day.

Matthew was still so young by nation standards, and yet he was littered with scars. It never failed to make Jan’s stomach twist.

“Jan,” Matthew called softly, eyes fluttering open. “Everything alright?”

Jan’s lips tightened.

Matthew sighed, but pulled Jan towards him, encasing him in a warm embrace, soothing his thoughts with a kiss on the forehead. Slim fingers trailed over the jagged scars along Jan’s arm.

Jan grips him back tightly as if Matthew was a lifeline. He never wanted to rely on a person like this, but with Matthew, it had become so easy just to sink into the sea of love and affection and forget all else.

“Do you want some tea or something?” Matthew asked.

Jan shook his head ‘no,’ burying himself further into Matthew’s chest.

“Okay…We’ll just lay here then.”

He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep until he awoke the next morning to the smell of something sweet. Knowing Matthew, it was probably a pancake breakfast. He lay there for a few extra minutes letting his little piece of domestic bliss wash away the lingering despair of the night before.

#hetalia #nedcanweek2023 #hws #nedcan #hws canada #hws netherlands #hurt/comfort #cw scars #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: See Mitchie? I told you, we already got some stuff in the inbox!

Mitch(5): Oh, really..? Ah, what is it…? [barely audible] They didn’t send more.. Ya know…

L.S.S.: Hehe, I don't know. Let’s find out…

Mitch(5): Ah- hi, Meadow! It’s nice to meet you! [nodding] So she’s one of your friends, Sally?

L.S.S.: Yup, we go back a ways…

Mitch(5): ….

L.S.S.: Hey, my friends are your friends, remember…? 

Mitch(5): [nodding] ….

[song starts playing]

Mitch(5): …. [head bobbing side-to-side]... [wiggling toes] ... [rocking side-to-side to the beat]...

….

L.S.S.: Oh… oh, there they go, she’s boppin’...

[song ends]

Mitch(5): Eheeheehee… it’s spooky but it’s also fun! I’m sorta glad she didn’t send the video, though. Baby dolls aren’t really my kind of creepy… 

L.S.S.: So, walking corpses and guts and slashers and horrifying monsters are good, but you draw the line at baby dolls…?

Mitch(5): Ah- well, dolls are kinda played out in horror, don’t ‘cha think…? Sure, they have the unnatural, uncanny valley element if they move or speak on their own, but they’re so small, they don’t really seem like much of a threat… 

L.S.S.: I guess, most of the time… small things can still pack a punch, though. They can take you by surprise and get you when you have your guard down, if you underestimate them…

Mitch(5): That’s true! Maybe I need to rethink them… I do like the song either way, though!

…[mimicking] ‘It’s okay, baby, I know you had a hard time… don’t be scared, you can trust me…’ Eheheeheehee…

L.S.S.: [chuckling] Sound familiar…?

Mitch(5): [giggling] Yes…~

…

[starts the song over].... [rocking side-to-side]

L.S.S.: …. Looks like we found our soundtrack for the day [chuckling]

Mitch(5): …Woah, those got here so fast...!! 

L.S.S.: Yeah, uh... those grocery delivery services sure are convenient! Ehe...

Mitch(5): [Indecipherable, excited] Ah, they’re so cute…!! Whaddaya wanna make with them?

L.S.S.: What do you have in the fridge?

Mitch(5): Mrr…. uh, the basics, I guess? Ah- oh, I have some parmesan, garlic, onions… and some bacon I got on special in the freezer! I’m sure all that would all be tasty together!

L.S.S.: Sounds good to me! I’m up for some experimenting in the kitchen if you are.

Mitch(5): Oh! Ah- Eheehee-... uh, yeah! [nodding] We’ll figure it out together…! Uh, let me find my extra apron…

Mitch(5): [indecipherable, excited] [rocking side-to-side] AHH!!!…

L.S.S.: Heh, pretty cute, right…?

Mitch(5): [nodding] Eee thank you so much!! This is SO nice of you!  I LOVE strawberries, how did you know?!

L.S.S.: I might have told them…

Mitch(5): Eeee, that’s so sweet! These look SO yummy!! Eheehee, yay, we have something for dessert now, too, Sally~!

L.S.S.: Oh, there’s gonna be two courses for dessert, now…?

Mitch(5): Huh…? But we didn’t …. OH- [squeaking] I- [indecipherable] 

… Eheehee, you’re… [giggling, rocking back and forth]

L.S.S.: Heh. Yes, yes I am…

Mitch(5): Eh- heh, well, if that’s the case then, uh, there’s probably enough here for breakfast tomorrow, too, so… if you, ah, wanna stay over again… unless you’re busy! I don’t wanna keep you, if you have something to do…

L.S.S.: Eheh.. well, I… no, you can keep me… I’m not going anywhere…

Mitch(5): [giggling] [wiggling toes] Uh… Maybe we can make pancakes together…?

L.S.S.: …That sounds perfect.

Mitch(5): Ahh!! This is so much fun, I’m so excited…~!! [bouncing]

L.S.S.: Me too… maybe you wanna give drawing on the laptop a try before we start making dinner?

Mitch(5): You’re really okay with me using it…? It seems so fancy, I don’t really know what I’m going… I’m a little afraid I’m gonna break it or something…

L.S.S.: … Just give it a shot, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it quick. Whatever you make will turn out great, I’m sure of it.

Mitch(5): Ah- well, uh…. Okay! [nodding] Thank you, Sal! I’ll be extra, extra careful, I promise…! 

L.S.S.: ...I know you will, Mitchie…

#the staycation 🏡💙 #l.s.s. answers #neighbor!mitch #meadow chan #R anon #tw dolls #tw unreality #lime #grapefruit #meet the fishers

[revesdelimonade]

Sangcheng week ‘22 contributions!

So I’d pretty much forgotten I had a tumblr and that I could also post here, so here are my sangcheng week 22 contributions over @ ao3 :) 

1. slow sundays (rated G)

For SangCheng Week 22 day 1 prompt: Family

Usually they reserve their Sunday mornings to themselves; they wake up together (or rather, Jiang Cheng wakes first and, in a surprisingly gentle manner, coaches Nie Huaisang awake), snuggle together for an indeterminate amount of time (because of course Jiang Cheng tries to make them get up but Nie Huaisang tries harder to make them lie in, eager to get some extra cozy time), make pancakes together (okay, maybe Jiang Cheng makes the pancakes while Nie Huaisang prepares the coffee – still a very important part of breakfast, thank you very much), and finally go on to take a shower before putting on comfortable loungewear and spending their Sunday as Sundays are supposed to be spent - slowly and comfortably.

Today, though, Jiang Cheng is understandably more unwilling to live so slowly, if his early departure from bed without even attempting to wake Nie Huaisang is any sign.

You see, today they have plans.

2. sit down, i’m gonna tell you the future (rated T)

“You want to do what?” Jiang Cheng asked him, crossing his arms and looking suspiciously at him. “Do you really believe that?”

“What’s the harm in trying it?” Nie Huaisang asked cheerfully, snapping his fan shut – one of the many fans he owned and always carried around with him – and pointing it at his chest. “You, me, tonight after dinner, my dorm room.“

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes but agreed anyway. “Fine. I’ll be your little guinea pig and we’ll see if any of it makes any sense.”

-

Or, Nie Huaisang gives Jiang Cheng a Tarot reading.

and finally

3. thunder clatter (rated T)

One time Jiang Cheng was sick, one time Nie Huaisang was sick, and one time they were both sick.

Oh and of course, happy birthday to Jiang Cheng, the best boy! 🎉

#sangcheng #scweek22

[hahahahahangst]

FU In my head (Be The Young 18)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

FU in my head

Sorry for acting this strange, I can’t control myself [...] If I’m honest, it’s more fun when you can’t read my mind

When she opened her eyes, it was because of insistent knocking. She was on the motel floor, Dean passed out on the other side of the room. The knocking continued as Emily stood up and started walking towards Dean. She lightly kicked his body and he also started to come back to his senses. Groaning, Emily walked towards the door and opened it. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey. It’s past your checkout.” The words didn’t register, a big headache hitting her. 

“What?” She asked. 

“It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here that needs your room.” Emily looked at the ‘couple’, which consisted of a very embarrassed businessman and a girl who was clearly a hooker. 

“Sure, uh- can you give us ten minutes?”

“I’m gonna have to charge you extra, you know.” 

“Of course, ten minutes. We’ll be out.” Emily closed the door and went back to trying to get Dean off the floor. 

“Wake up, sleepy head, we need to go.” She tapped him with her foot again. 

“Uh?” 

“We need to go!” She repeated. “What the hell happened, Dean?”  

Dean, groggy, sat up. “I think Sam knocked me out.” He said. 

“Alright, we can mourn your ego another time, the manager is out there, let’s go!” Emily opened the tap water and washed her face, trying to fully get back to a normal state. 

Ten minutes later they walked to a nearby diner. Emily handed Dean her laptop as she ate a stack of pancakes which they had planned on sharing. Dean talked with the phone company and soon, they had the location of Sam’s phone. By the time Dean had closed the call, there were no more pancakes. “Dude.” He said. “Where are my pancakes?” 

Emily smiled mischievously and pointed to her belly. “Remind me to never share food with you anymore. You ready? Let’s go.” He took his jacket and they left. “Can I ask you something?” He said, entering the car. 

“Sure.” 

“What did you mean when you said Sam was ‘blocking you out’?” 

“You know our weird, psychic powers? Well, sometimes we like- feel each other's emotions. It's weird, it happened back in Portland when he got attacked and- it looks like it only happens when they are strong emotions. And all those things Sam said… he wasn't feeling any of them.” 

“So he was either blocking you out or lying.” 

“Right.” Emily closed the door and Dean started the engine. “Dean, do you think Sam really went dark side or is there something else going on?” 

“I don't know, kid. But whatever it is, it ain't good.” He exhaled.

“Alright, we- where are we going exactly?” 

“Remember Jo?”

“No, not really.” 

“Ah, wait- I think you never met her. Well, she's a friend.” Emily looked at Dean pronouncing the word friend and raised her eyebrows.

“Is she a cute friend?” 

Dean got briefly distracted from the street to look at Emily, confirming her suspect. 

“Don't even think about it.”

“I'm not thinking anything.” She giggled. Dean dismissed her and kept driving. 

“I think he's in there.” Said Dean a couple of hours later pointing to a bar on the side of a lake.

“Dean, wait.” She stopped him from exiting the car. “Please, tell me what you think we're going against.”

“Well, I was thinking and- I think he might be possessed. I'll try to spray him with holy water, keep him in your sight and get ready to stop him if he tries to run, okay?”

“Kinda.” 

“What do you mean, kinda?” 

“When you say stop him you mean shoot him, right?” 

“If it comes down to that, yes.” 

“Dean-”

“You don't have to kill him, just slow him down. Can you do it?” Emily didn't answer, she just limited herself to staring in front of her. “Emily, we don't have time for this, can you do it or not?!” 

“I'll try.” She sighed, loading her gun. They approached the building and Dean didn't hesitate to kick down the door. Emily entered quickly after, gun ready. The second they entered the room, Sam grabbed something from a nearby pillar and turned around Jo. The object, which Emily quickly realized being a knife, swiftly landed very close to Jo's throat. 

“I begged you to stop me, Dean!” Said Sam, desperation painting his face. 

“Sam, just put the knife down.” Said Emily, walking at Dean’s side. He slowly approached Sam, reaching for something in his inside pocket. 

“I told you I can't fight it!” Said Sam. “My head feels like it's on fire, all right?!” 

“Sam, it really doesn't. I would know.” Intervened Emily. Dean glared at her, worried.

“What do you know about my feelings?!” Said Sam, pressing the knife harder on Jo's skin. “Who are you to tell me what's going on in here?!” He pointed at his head with his gun, not letting go of Jo. Dean stood where he was. “Kill me, Dean, or I’m gonna kill her.” He pointed back at Jo. “Please, you’d be doing me a favor!” 

“We’re not gonna kill you, Sam.” Said Emily, stern. She had walked very close to Sam and Jo. So close that Sam seemed very restless. She touched her back pocket, making sure she still had the holy water. 

“Of course you won’t! You don’t have the guts. But Dean does!” 

Slightly offended, Emily tried to keep in mind that Sam wasn’t talking, the demon was. She looked at Dean. He exhaled deeply, trying to maintain the calm. 

“What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? I thought you trained her, didn’t you?” Dean and Emily exchanged a look. 

Was that the “time to shoot him“ look? Or was it just a look? Emily tried to decipher Dean’s expression but all she could see was stress. 

“Sam, have I ever told you about the time I almost killed Dean?” Sam looked at her, confused. “It went more or less like this.” If Dean’s expression wasn’t very telling, she had to go on instinct alone. With a leap, she put herself between her and Jo and grabbed the wrist he was holding the knife with, pushing him away from his victim. Then, she quickly sprayed him with holy water. With a painful scream, he freed himself from her hold and looked up. As his eyes painted black, he started running and jumped out of a window. Dean hesitated for a second to look at Jo and Emily, but the latter was quick to gesture to him to go after Sam. He disappeared through the same window. 

The first thing Emily did was take off Jo’s gag. “Are you okay?” She asked, undoing the rest of the knots who were keeping her trapped. 

“I think I'll be okay. Was he possessed?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah. Name’s Emily, by the way.” She set her free. Massaging her wrists, Jo groaned in pain. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Emily took a better look at Jo and coincidentally, a mild stomach pain got her. Jo nodded. 

“You good?” She asked. 

“What?” Emily caught herself staring at the girl in front of her. “Sure, uh- Let’s go find Dean.”

They went out the door and tried to reach the piers where Sam and Dean seemed to have run to. Jo tried to call Dean’s phone. “It's just going straight to voicemail.” 

“Damnit- DEAN!” Yelled Emily. “I swear to god-” She whispered. “If he’s dead I’ll bring him back just to slap him once more.” Jo’s expression quickly went from serious to amused, but just for a second. Then, she called him again.  

The faint sound of rock music reached Emily’s ears. She stopped walking and also stopped Jo, grabbing her shoulder. She signaled to not make any noise. After focusing on the sound, she sprinted towards a ramp that was going right into the water. At the end, completely drenched, was Dean. Emily tapped him with her foot just like she had done that same morning on the motel floor. “Dean!” She called. The man groaned, in pain, and sat back up. “What the fuck happened to you?!” She asked, removing some leaves from his hair he had picked up from the water. 

“Where's Sam?” He asked. “I don't know, he hasn’t come back for us. Dean, what happened?” 

“He shot me.” 

“He shot you?” 

“Am I speaking chinese?” 

“Alright, we can go after him later, let’s patch you up.” Dean refused the help Emily was trying to give him and tried to stand up by himself. She and Jo watched him fail. “You gonna let me help you, or…“

“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned. Emily rolled her eyes, looking at Jo, and she answered with an empathetic smile. The mild stomach pain arrived again. 

Maybe it wasn’t stomach pain, maybe it was butterflies. Not having the time to really think about what was happening in her stomach, Emily forced Dean up the floor and Jo helped her walk him inside the bar. 

Back inside, Dean sat down and Emily started working to get the bullet out of him. Jo helped her by passing her tools and by scolding Dean when he complained too much. 

“Stop being a baby!” Said Emily, about half way done. “And stay still.” 

Jo passed Emily a long pair of forceps after dunking them inside some whiskey. “Thanks.” She smiled. Dean scowled at her.

Emily held her breath and slowly entered Dean’s shoulder, trying to get a grip of the bullet. 

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this!” He said, flinching for the pain. Emily slowly backed out of his flesh, no bullet in sight. 

“I literally have one inch of metal in your shoulder. Do you really think this is a good time to move? Or make any sound? Good doesn’t mean painless.”

“Shut up and drink.” Jo passed Dean a glass of whiskey, which he drank immediately.  

“Count to ten, I’ll be in and out, okay?” Said Emily, putting a leg on Dean’s lap to keep him from moving. “Are you ready?” He reluctantly nodded. As promised, Emily entered his shoulder, grabbed the bullet and extracted it. The second it was out, she dropped it into a glass of alcohol. Dean exhaled. 

“Fuck, that hurt.” 

“If you keep complaining, next time I’ll do it with my bare fingers.” She started covering the wound. 

“Can I ask you guys something?” Asked Jo. Emily nodded, smiling. 

“Sure.” 

“I know demons lie, but ... do they ever tell the truth too?”

Emily looked at Dean, who had nothing for her but pain and disappointment. “I guess. Especially if they know it’ll mess with you. Why?” Emily stole Dean’s glass and took a swig of whiskey. She offered some to Jo. She refused. 

“Nothing. Doesn't matter.” She answered. “So do you have any idea where Sam's headed to next?” 

“Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so…“ Said Dean. After trailing off, he looked at Emily. She finished patching up and released his leg, computing what he was trying to communicate. When she did, she jumped out of her chair. 

“Oh my god!” She said. “He’s going after Bobby!” 

Dean also stood up and grabbed his jacket. Jo did the same, but Dean stopped her. 

“You're not coming.” He said, as if it was an obvious fact, pointing at Jo. Emily scrunched her nose in disappointment. 

Why was she disappointed? 

She put her jacket on. 

“The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now.” Complained Jo.

“I can't say it more plain than this.” Said Dean, adjusting his shirt. “You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands.” He quickly left the building and Emily followed her, at the very last moment, she turned around. 

“See you later, okay?” She waved at Jo. She smiled back. 

She jogged after Dean, catching up with him and getting into the car. 

“What was that?!” He asked, turning on the engine. 

“What?” Emily put on her seatbelt, cluelessly looking at him.

“Thanks Jo, see you later, Jo“ He mocked. 

“I’m sorry…?” She said, even more confused than before. “Dean, what are you talking about?!” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this kind to anybody.” 

”...and?” 

“What, you like Jo or something?” Emily shook her head and ignored his question. “Oh my god, you do!” 

“I don’t- shut up and drive!” She answered, nervous. “And even if I did… What are you, jealous or something?” 

Dean gazed at her, nervous as well. “I- shut up and- and be a passenger!”

Emily shook her head and went back to focusing on where they were headed to. She still didn’t really have time to process what was going on. Sam was possessed and he was going around killing hunters. She had been awake for almost twenty four hours, not able to catch an actual break. Dean had been shot and she was barely holding on to her last bits of calm. All she could do was hope Bobby would handle Sam until they got her.

#spn fic #supernatural #sister!winchester #sister winchester fic #oc #dean winchester #sam winchester #oc!sister winchester #little sister fic #supernatural s2 #supernatural fic #tw #TW TW TW PLS READ THE TWS!!!! #be the young #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural angst #supernatural sister fic #spn #spn fanfic #ao3 #supernatural a03 fanfict #sister fic

[raibebe]

D-1 Hybridverse

Genre: fluff Words: 1.049 Prompt: samoyed hybrid Jeno x female reader Warnings: none

A/N: Day six of Jeno’s birthday celebration! I mean technically it's already his birthday in korea but we're going with my timezone because time math is exhausting. Anyways. Happy birthday to the man who sneaked his way into my heart and simply won't leave.

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“Pups…” You softly called into the room Haneul and Aerum were sharing. “Hey,” you smiled when you saw your son slowly blinking his eyes open. “Morning, Mommy,” he yawned, pulling his blanket tighter around himself, a small smile on his face. “Good morning, baby boy,” you greeted him back, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and ruffling his bed hair before you sat down on his sister’s bed, gently tickling her body beneath the blanket. “Get up, sleepyhead. Come on,” you laughed when you felt her squirm around and her soft giggling reached your ears, “Let’s get up so we can make breakfast for Daddy.” “Is it time?” Haneul asked, his eyes wide as he trotted over to squish himself into your side. “It’s Daddy’s birthday today,” you confirmed, pressing another kiss to your son’s forehead. “Come on, Aerum, we need to prepare!” He immediately perked up, shaking his still cocooned sister until she started to struggle and kick at the blanket. “Shut up, you’re so annoying,” she whined, finally showing her impressive bed hair, her big white Samoyed ears standing out strong against the dark color of her hair. 

“Hey, no arguing,” you scolded your pouting children, “We have a mission to get done.” “Breakfast!” Aerum exclaimed, quickly shedding the rest of her blanket to expose her stark white tail as well that was wagging wildly as she flung herself into your arms. “Yes, baby,” you laughed, cradling the toddler to your chest. “I prepared some stuff already, so we can get started right after you’ve gone to wash up, okay? But you gotta be quiet or Daddy will wake up.” “I can be quiet,” Haneul immediately assured you, his voice barely audible. “I know, baby,” you smiled, getting up and holding out your hand that you didn’t need to secure Areum to your chest for him to grab, “Let’s go get you washed up and dressed and then we’ll make some pancakes and maybe some eggs if you want to.” “Can we make small sausages as well?” Your son asked with big puppy eyes that he had perfected for years already. “Yes, we can,” you immediately gave in, squeezing his small hand to see him smile that smile you adored so much on his dad but even more when it stretched your son’s chubby cheeks. 

Making breakfast in a quiet manner with a five-year-old and a three-year-old turned out to be harder than you had thought it would be. Especially if your three-year-old was being extra clingy and your five-year-old had already too much excess energy after emptying his cup of milk. “Sshh,” you scolded Haneul for the umpteenth time when he was laughing loudly at how he was decorating the pancakes for his dad. There was absolutely no way Jeno wasn’t awake at this point with his superior hearing but you hoped that he’d just stay in bed and would act surprised when your kids would go to wake him up. “Mommy?” “What is it, baby?” “Can we go wake up Daddy already? Wanna show him my drawing,” Aerum asked quietly from her spot on the counter where she was attentively watching you flip the pancakes over, adorably reminding you whenever the batter started to bubble that you needed to flip it over or it would burn. “You think it’s time?” You smiled, taking a peek at the pile of pancakes you had already made and the small sausages in the other pan. Your daughter just nodded enthusiastically, holding out her arms so you could help her down from the counter. “Okay, go grab your brother and your presents. I’ll meet you at the door.” Watching your babies running off as quietly as a toddler and a small child could while holding their tiny hands and with their white tails wagging behind them absolutely warmed your heart. Smiling to yourself, you placed the last pancake onto the stack and plated the small sausages Haneul had insisted on making before you turned on the coffee machine for a much-needed cup of hot coffee. 

You were pretty sure this would be the highlight of your day, if not the whole month: Both Haneul and Aerum were staring at the closed door of your bedroom with wildly wagging tails and their artworks clutched in their small hands. It was so adorable you had to hold in your urge to coo at them and squish their baby cheeks. Your phone at the ready and recording a video for safekeeping, you carefully opened the door, revealing your seemingly asleep husband but his twitching ears and the smile on his face already gave him away. But those signs of course went way over your pups’ heads as they bolted into the room, screaming happy birthday and jumping onto their father. “You scared me!” Jeno exclaimed loudly, teasingly tickling his giggling babies. “Happy birthday Daddy!” Haneul simply screamed again, pulling out the last syllable as his voice climbed up into a little howl that he was working so hard on until it would be perfect. “Happy birthday!” His sister joined in, her ability to howl not as polished as her brothers was. But to make up for it, she threw her little arms around her Daddy’s neck to hug him tightly. “Thank you, baby,” he smiled brightly, his eyes curling into crescents as he pressed kisses to whichever part of her head he could reach, reveling in her little giggles. “Where’s your Mommy, huh?” “Here,” you smiled, turning off the recording to walk up to the bed as well. “Happy birthday, love.” “Eeeew!” Haneul screeched when you leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your husband’s lips. “You little demon, watch it or you get all the kisses as well,” you laughed, climbing onto the bed as well to catch a squirming Haneul in your arms, pressing a very loud kiss to his cheek. “Me too, me too,” Aerum demanded, earning herself a big smooch from her father. Happily laughing, Jeno lovingly nuzzled against her until she joined in, bonking her head against his. “Now where are my presents?” He laughed, grabbing his babies so they both could sit on his lap, explaining their drawings to him with bright eyes and widely gesturing hands, their tails softly thumping against the mattress.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Leonard x Sister!reader - With you

Hi I love your writing and saw that you were writing for Big Bang Theory so I was wondering if you could do one where Leonard has a little sister that he takes full custody after she runs away from home and he stands up to his mother who tries to get her back. (I do not like Leonard's mother at all) - Anon💜

You hauled your suitcase up the stairs, tears brimming your eyes as you tried to fight your emotions back.

You had one more floor to go, and all you wanted to do was sit on the stairs and breakdown.

Reaching the floor, you knocked on the door, shuffling your feet as you waited for someone to answer.

“Hello?”

You flicked your eyes up, seeing an unfamiliar man.

“Uhm… where’s Leonard…?” You asked weakly.

“(Y/N)?”

You didn’t think, you ran straight at him, crashing into your older brother as you sobbed.

“Woah, come on.”

Leonard sat you down and pulled you into his side, running his hand up and down your arm as he tried to comfort you.

The other man said something about a hot beverage but you weren’t really listening to him.

All the emotions that you’d been holding in for months all came pouring out, and you couldn’t stop it.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispered.

After what felt like hours, you finally pulled away and wiped your tears with the backs of your hands.

“Sheldon can you make her another drink?” Leonard asked.

“She didn’t drink her drink, and it’s only one beverage.”

“Sheldon!”

“Leo it’s fine.” You smiled.

Picking up the drink, you downed it cold and turned back to the other man, giving him a weak smile.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you here?”

“Sheldon!” Leonard hissed

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you turned away, deciding to fixate your eyes on the floor instead.

“I ran away…”

“What happened (Y/N)?”

You explained everything to your brother.

How you mother treated you, made comments about the fact you weren’t as smart as the rest of them, how she embarrassed you in front of everyone.

You told him everything that was happening, the hurtful comments, ignoring you, saying you weren’t important, always putting everything else first before you.

You even told him about the time you were in hospital for a few days because she had you admitted to a psych ward because you snapped at her.

“You can stay here.” Leonard said softly.

“Excuse me, we haven’t spoken about this.”

“Sheldon for gods sake she’s my sister! I’m not letting her go back there!”

You looked between your brother and his roommate, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

They were arguing about you staying, and finally Leonard stood up.

“We’ll discuss this in the morning Sheldon.”

With that, he grabbed your case and held out his hand to you.

“You can stay in my room for now.”

“Will.. you sleep on the floor tonight?” You asked awkwardly.

He rose a brow at you, setting your case in front of his bed.

“(Y/N)?”

“I… I’ve been having.. nightmares…”

Immediately Leonard nodded his head, grabbing some extra things he laid them out on the floor and sat down.

“Alright.”

You smiled softly and padded towards the bathroom to get washed and changed before coming back and getting under the covers.

You guys didn’t really speak for the rest of the night, you were exhausted so you quickly fell asleep, and by the time you woke up your brother was already gone.

Leaving the room, you made you way down the hallway, unaware of the other people who were now in the apartment.

“Morning, here.”

Leonard slid you a cup of juice and some pancakes while Sheldon looked up from a set of papers.

“Good, you’re awake. I have taken the Liberty of creating these agreement papers for you since you’ll be staying here.”

“Oh for Christ sakes Sheldon my sister is not signing a roommate agreement.” Leonard sighed.

“It’s not a roommate contract, she’s far to young for that. It’s simply a copy of the routines we have, bathroom schedule and a set of rules for her to follow.”

You took the papers, reading through the rules first.

Some of them were absolutely ridiculous, like you were not to be left unattended in the apartment, or kitchen. You weren’t allowed to touch certain things.

You simply just shrugged it and looked up towards the other man.

“Thank you Dr Cooper, I agree to your rules.”

“Wonderful, if only your brother was the same.”

With that, he left.

You were introduced to everyone and you quickly settled down. You spent your days with Penny or Your brother when they weren’t busy.

You helped Sheldon keep the place clean, and you enjoyed listening to them speak about their days and what the got up to.

Today, you went to the mall with Amy, Bernadette and Penny, doing a light shop for some more things.

“So, how was it? Your first mall trip?” Bernadette smiled.

“It was amazing!” You grinned.

“I didn’t think someone could get so excited for a place packed with people and unreasonable prices.” Amy mused.

“Leave here alone, she having fun.” Penny laughed.

The woman led you upstairs and back to the apartment, but when you opened the door you froze, dropping your bags to the floor.

The commotion made everyone look towards the four of you.

“We are going back. This unruliness is over.” You mother snapped.

She walked over and you were quickly pulled behind Penny.

“Give me my daughter.”

You ran under your mother and to your brother who held you protectively in his arms.

“She’s staying.” Leonard said.

“You are not her guardian.”

“I am now. You can treat me like shit, but don’t you ever treat (Y/N) anything like that.” Leonard growled.

You watched as your mother froze, looking at the protective hold Leonard had around you.

She gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose before picking up her bag.

“You’ll return her by the end of the month.”

With that, she left and you fell to your knees. The realisation that you were free finally hitting you and tears of happiness streamed down your face.

You knew he’d always have you back

#the big bang theory #big bang theory #Big Bang theory x reader

[enhalite]

CARTOON LIFE

pairing : kim sunoo x reader

word count : 870

# fluff, early mornings, cuddles, fluff, sleepy sunoo.

The arms that wrap around your middle are enough to bring today’s first smile to the surface. Sunoo buries his face between your shoulder and your neck, and you flip a pancake with expertise. Your boyfriend seems comfortable just clinging to you as you make breakfast, but moving around with a human blanket on your back is quite hard— especially when said blanket is half asleep and dragging his socked feet through the kitchen floor instead of walking properly.

“Baby,” you say, voice never above a whisper during mornings like this: when Sunoo is extra clingy, and extra tired, and extra in need of a cup of coffee and a kiss straight on the lips. “I need to finish making breakfast, so why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll bring it to you.”

“Wanna be with you,” Sunoo mumbles back, voice muffled by your skin. The tickle of his lips against your neck sends shivers down your spine, but you simply coo at your boyfriend’s tired state, acting almost hypnotized.

“You can sit on the counter and wait for me to be done, then.”

He obliges, unwrapping his arms from the tight hold on your waist and pecking your cheek before sitting on the counter- criss-cross style, watching you through half-opened eyes and fighting back a yawn. You giggle at his stubbornness; he’ll fall asleep right there if you don’t hurry, so you finish the pancakes and grab two cups from the drying rack to serve coffee for you both.

After everything is organized on the table, looking pretty and ready to be devoured, you tell Sunoo to sit in front of you and dive into your food. Your eyes quickly glance over the time when you get a reminder on your phone for your 9:30AM class, and it marks 8:14AM in bold numbers on top of a candid picture of your boyfriend smiling at something the camera hadn’t captured.

Sunoo chews on his breakfast slowly, and the sunshine filters through the window beside the fridge in your tiny kitchen. The early morning feels… surreal, somehow— like you’re apart of one of those dramas Sunoo enjoys watching when his afternoon’s are free of classes. It’s the most peace you’ve felt in a while, and it’s easy to get lost in the sound of your metallic spoon running circles on your almost empty coffee cup, guided by your distracted hand.

It’s easy to get lost in Sunoo: his eyes, his hair, the way the morning sun seems to hit him just right. He notices your gaze, and with a blink, he wipes his face with the back of his hand. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” you reply. “You’re just pretty.”

Your boyfriend mumbles something, but you manage to catch it anyway: “Pretty damn tired.”

“Go to bed, then.”

“Only if you come with me.” Sunoo doesn’t miss a beat with his reply, looking at you with eyes that shouldn’t hold so much emotion yet do, and it’s insane how you feel like you were perfectly placed in this world solely to love the boy in front of you.

With a giggle, you agree. “Okay, let’s clean up.”

“No,” Sunoo whines. “Later. Cuddles, now.”

He grabs you by the waist again, tugging at you as you try to pick up after your silent breakfast. He’s whining like a puppy, and it makes you laugh as you use almost all your strength to fight back and clean up the mess, but it’s futile. Sunoo’s arms are wrapped too tightly around your middle, and to be honest, you don’t even want to clean up that bad— cuddles sound much better, they really do.

“Okay, okay.” You stop struggling, falling backwards as Sunoo tugs once more, bringing you close to his chest. “Let’s cuddle now, but we’ll clean later.”

“Mhm.”

You roll your eyes, and you can’t believe he’s won again. It isn’t even a competition if you don’t make it one, but you want to make it one; Sunoo has a hold on you that seems surreal, almost as if your lives were following a script and your love story was written by someone’s hand— the universe’s hand, Sunoo would tell you if you voiced your thoughts out loud, you know. He’s like that.

As your boyfriend drags you into the messy bed with him, under the covers and into the warmth of the safety net you’ve built inside your shared room, you smile to yourself. Sunoo buries his head on your chest, and your hands go straight to his hair as you let yourself indulge in the little moments. You have class in an hour, and you should be getting ready and rushing to campus, but instead you let yourself get lost in what your favorite boy brings you and what you bring to him: comfort, happiness, love, love, love.

With Sunoo by your side, and a blanket to keep you warm, you come to the conclusion that you were truly made to live this life, and love this boy, and you’re merely a cartoon person living a cartoon life— but you’re with the love of your life, and that’s all that matters from end to start.

I LOVE MY SUNOO SO MUCH <3

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[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

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