#signs of stopping anytime soon B) THIS WAS SO SWEET OK!

[ghostie-galaxi]

Ghost9 as Boyfriends

Junhyung

The serious boyfriend

Like I know the members have said he's no fun and not funny so I feel he also has a sense of maturity because of that

And then you come along being goofy and push him out of his seriousness

Like I can see you joking around with him a lot and having play arguments with him

Like he tries telling a joke and you don't react and he gets upset and tells you to react and y'all just have fun together

Like you'd be joking that he's too serious all the time and you'd push him to the point where he just picks you up and walks you to a bed or something and tickles you

He loves you though and could never stay mad at you, just sigh before kissing you or you kiss him in forgiveness for being mean lol

Although sometimes you get insecure that he gets annoyed and hates when you do that so eventually you ask him how he feels and he gets all soft and cuddly with you and tells you he's not mad at all

That's when he really drops his seriousness and turns into his playful puppy side where he'll holdsyou in his muscular arms while kissing and teasing you

He does have his romantic side with you and looks out and takes care of you

Will always be there to hold you if you're sad, and if he can't he's calling and talking to you enough to distract you from whatever is upsetting you, and will be there as soon as he can to be there for you because he never wants to see you cry, that's what really breaks him the most

And will turn into strong protective boyfriend mode can I just be in his arms already

Although don't be fooled, he get a total ego whenever he catches you staring at him

Like we know he's strong boi so if he catches you staring at him while he's working out he get so cocky and teases you about it

*insert flirty pick-up line along the lines of "like what you see?"*

Will literally try to make you as flustered as possible anytime he has the chance and it's fair game, since you tease him a lot too

But like can we imagine him catching you staring while he's shirtless or working out and says something like that and just comes over and holds you against him as your face is bright red like- or against a wall

But anyways, he's just a really caring and sweet boyfriend even though you two don't let each other breathe and will be there when you need him ❤️

Dongjun

Y'all are gonna do some weird shit

Like if him putting a strawberry on a shoe during Shin's b-day V-live something my sleep paralysis demon loves to remind me of at 3 am isn't bad enough, just imagine what y'all would do together

So if you're already weird, y'all are gonna have a ball and since he's the oldest the other member can't stop him

Even Junhyung has said he can't stop him because he's older

So y'all will just get judged harshly lol

But when you guys aren't doing that, he becomes a softy for you

Like once the awkwardness between you dies down, he's always taking care of you

If you're tired, he's putting your head on his shoulder and holding you

He would definitely be there for you to wipe your tears away and take care of you if you're sick

You also love embarrassing him though

Like when you try taking care of him he gets all flustered and shy

Which makes him smile awkwardly

But he's smile is precious so even if it's awkward you still get to see his adorable smile and you do literally anything just to see or make him smile

He always gets shy when you kiss his cheek so that's your favorite thing to do to make him smile

Speaking of which, I have this idea that he would hold your face anytime he kisses you, like no matter where it is

Like he cups your face with one hand everytime he goes to kiss your lips

He just wants to feel you close to him and will have his other arm around you when he kisses you

Y'all also have deep life conversations

Like he's definitely going to have late night conversations with you if neither of you can sleep and you're just talking in the dark of the bedroom, or over phone calls

So basically, y'all are weird, but you love each other and show affection whenever you can because he loves and cares about you

Shin

The playful boyfriend

Literally always wants to go do something with you

Even if it's just sitting in a park together while talking

But you both will have the best dates

Because he literally finds everything and anything he can just so he can be with you

All the way from amusement parks to star gazing together, y'all are doing it

But also isn't against just staying inside if you really don't want to or if you're both tired

Either way, he will be c o n s t a n t l y showing you affection

Hand holding, back hugging, cheek kisses, fixing your hair/moving out of your face, etc.

Like even if you're in public he doesn't care (unless you don't want him to ofc) he'll kiss you straight up

Cuz he loves you and he's not bothered by other people seeing him kiss his significant other

He's gonna show you he loves you whenever he wants to because he loves you 😤

Speaking of which he gets so pouty when you reject him

Like you playfully turn away and he turns whiny and ends up just showering you in kisses until you give in

Which then he's not stopping, he'll slow down, but doesn't stop

And probably takes you somewhere to cuddle after that so he can keep doing it for the next 20 minutes

Don't be mean lol

Unless you want to cuddled go death for a while

Which isn't a bad thing so like-

He loves cuddling you, and his favorite are comfort cuddles

Like yeah he loves just relaxing and cuddling you but when you sad or stressed or tired he loves cuddling as way to comfort you

Because to him, he likes knowing that you look to him for comfort and you feel comfortable enough to come to him for help and him just being there is what really helps you

Kinda just like a safety blanket that you run to when you need comfort

Cuz he gives good hugs and you love his hugs, and cuddles

Just being in his arms really is comforting and nice

So yeah, he love affection and tbh, is probably a bit clingy

But like, he's adorable and you love him so who care because you can't resist him and his charms ✨

So be prepared to just constantly give into him

Kangsung

The sweetest person you have ever met in your life like-

Likes he's always thinking about you and stuff for you to do together

And I mentioned in a different reaction that he literally will buy you tons of plushies just because they remind him of you

But the majority I see you guys being a very caring and casual relationship

Like you both just kinda grow comfortable together

Like you'll just reach over and hold his hand one day and then he'll come up and back hug you a different day and from then on you both just keep doing it

Like you both love each other and think this is just what normal couples do it's only a matter of who does it first

So not a whole lot of awkwardness unless it's stuff that he's not super familiar with doing cough periods cough

But he's not afraid to ask when he doesn't know something and will remember it the first time he's told for next time so he's always prepared

Ok that might be a lie, he might forgot and have to ask again but he'll get it eventually

And days like that when you're both just hanging out together because you don't want to do anything, y'all are gonna do a bunch of cute couples stuff

I can see y'all doing each other's makeup and playing with each other's hair, and you could teach him how to braid hair or something

Just chill dates like that

Which would include cafes, star gazing, book stores/libraries, walks through parks or nature trails, etc.

Just something simple that you can both relax and talk and have fun with each other

And are always filled with shy kisses

Like even though as your relationship progresses he still gets shy whenever he kisses you

So usually he'll do it when you're not looking and just quickly peck your cheek

And then he'll turn away really fast until you look at him, smile a little bit, and kiss his cheek back

To which he'll get all smiley and shy

Which makes you smile as well

Eventually though when you've been together for awhile his shy kisses will melt into comforting kisses

And they'll still be enjoyable to receive

Because comforting and relaxing is sign of comfortable love, not everything is going to remain with shyness and butterflies but rather turns in comfort and the feeling of home

Which is what you both love about to each other and plan to keep it that way forever

Junseong

The awkward boyfriend

Literally has no clue what to do and is super awkward about everything

Like even talking to you normally is hard for him still, let alone even skinship

But I promise you it does get better

Because eventually when he gets in the moment of just he loves being with you he'll just act out like suddenly hugging you or grabbing your hands excitedly

And after a few times of this happening he'll grow more comfortable with you, because you've assured him that it doesn't bother you

And he'll be able to have a more settled down caring relationship

Like he'll stop being the awkward ball of goop and just be able to relax around you

But if you're sad or going through something, he'll be able to fit the mood and won't be awkward about hugging you

Once he knows it's serious or you're struggling he'll do a complete 180° from his normal self and comfort you the best he can

Which is always followed up by finding ways to cheer you up

Like a movie night with food and lots of cuddles

And he'll kiss you a lot more too

He gives sweet and playful kisses

Like normally they'll just be quick pecks on the cheek and he'll face will turn bright red

But eventually when he kisses your lips he'll try to do it longer to savior the moment but he gets shy still and starts smiling into the kiss and then he'll pull back because he's laughing

And probably will be everytime unless you kiss him instead or if it's one of your calmer moments and you're both more relaxed

And then you'll have sweet, longer kisses

Also! I feel you would both be similar to Dongjun and you'll just be weird together

Like-

He's weird, so you both would just go around being weird together

And probably annoying everyone else with it

But there's something just endearing about him that you love

Even if it is a bit cheesy (hate using that word 😖) sometimes

But that's just his way of showing you he loves you, his weird goofy self

Or if you want something less goofy, have him sing with you

Like honestly, even if you can't sing, I could see him never laughing at you for it and would honestly probably help you so you can both sing together

That would probably be one of his favorite things to do with you

Because I feel like you would be the more normal one and he was kinda just be the airhead, but doing this gives him more of a serious tone because he would actually be knowledgeable about this

And you wouldn't mind at all having to sing with him

You both really just grow and learn with and from each other and it's something you would never forget

Prince

The quiet boyfriend

Honestly, I have this really nice imagine where you both just have these really nice quiet dates where he comes over to your house/apartment to get away from the others for a bit

And you both just sit quietly together while you read or paint if you're artistic and he probably draws too or something while playing this cute calm artists vibes playlist

And y'all just chill quietly together

Yeah, you do have days when you do talk to each other a lot and share ideas with each other

You both are just super comfortable in each other's presence that you don't really need to do a lot

And yeah there will be days when you go out together and do fun stuff

He does talk about how much he likes the Han river so you both would probably go there to relax and chat with each other

And really just get to connect more with each other

Further down the line, you'll both be more comfortable with and will mess with each other

Like he jokes around with you by being super bold about something, cuz man kinda savage ngl, and messes with you

Which then he laughs at you for getting all play-angry at him

And then back hugs you cuz you're mad and won't talk to him so he has to keep you near him to talk his way out of it

Which, he's adorable I swear his smile will be the death of me and you give into him pretty quickly

And his then kisses your cheek in forgiveness

Speaking of kissing, I said somewhere else his kisses would be the best look at his lips, I mean come on

He'd just have really comforting, soft kisses, but is low-key too awkward and shy to ever do it

Like you both would have to be completely alone together for him to even do it

Even if it's just a cheek kiss

But fr like, the first time you both kissed you feel in love with it and you're low-key sad that he's so awkward to do it more often

But as always, the more time you're together the more the awkwardness would fade and you would be more comfortable initiating kisses

Unless you do it first and make him kiss you lol

Honestly that's probably how you'd get back at him for messing with you is just to make him super flustered

Which again, he's adorable so like, why wouldn't just do it all the time?

And honestly, I don't really seem him as much of a touchy person so when he does actually get touchy with you it's always special

Like his cuddles would be the softest and hugs would always be comforting, even if he's a bit awkward with it

But you don't care because you love just being close to him and you savior every moment like this that you have with him

Woojin

Quiet boyfriend pt. 2

Maybe serious boyfriend as well but not as much as Junhyung

Like he's still adorable and will open up faster than Junhyung

Because I feel like he's the underrated cutie

Like he's adorable-

Literally just a teddy bear

Messes with you a little bit by acting all serious when he talks to you but if you're smiling and being cute he'll give in to your cuteness

A low-key cuddle monster

Like he loves hugging you (especially back hugs) and he does it often

Like if you're in the room together his arms are around you

Doesn't even matter if they others are around you, he doesn't care

Sweater paws

He'll also just randomly kiss your cheek too when he feels like it

And you'll probably have to watch and talk/listen to him talk about soccer games

Because he does that a lot

Mostly just to surprise you, cuz he thinks it's funny

Especially if you get flustered easily and he does it in front of the other members and you're faces gets all red

Which then causes him to get red faced and flustered and will bury his face in your shoulder

Doesn't regret it though lol

But does honestly prefer having these moments in private

And would definitely be a lot more cuddly when it's just you both together

Like idk, he doesn't seem like a touchy person to me but I also do think he just enjoys sitting together with you in his arms

And also probably takes care of you because he like, seems caring but not like motherly caring

Just wants to look out for you and make sure you're doing ok

Also probably wraps blankets around you all the time, cuz he's soft boi

And so are his kisses

He's so gentle my God

Like he doesn't even try to make you want to keep kissing him that's just how he kisses man

So honestly you'd just end up constantly kissing him

He doesn't mind though ☺️

Taeseung

Playful boyfriend pt. 2

And puppy boyfriend pt. 2 if Junhyung counts as being the first

Like he's always excited to go see you or see you in general

Like he's plans everything everytime to he goes to see you and brings a lot of stuff

Usually food cuz like, food✨-

And unlike Shin, I think you'd have more indoor dates than outdoor dates

Like with Shin and going out places he would rather have movie nights with you or do café dates

Still fun but not all out extravagant

And of course you will both be super cute together

He's tall and cuddly

So you know where this is going

And even if you're not the most petite person, he still has this way of making you feel tiny and cute

Like just imagine real quick-

He's just fucking cute, man

And will do cute things with you

He hugs you every time you kiss-

Like just wants to be as close as possible and shelter you with his tall frame and loves looking down on you lol

✨f o r e h e a d k i s s e s✨

And if you like reptiles too he loves having you over so you can play with them together

And will be personally offended if you don't have cuddle sessions together afterwards

How dare you not cuddle him >:(

You'd make up for it pretty quickly though if he gets angry pouty because of it because he's adorable

Literally just a big dork

You also know how on Twitter he normally does little Pokemon drawings and the posts them?

Yeah, he'd make you do them with him

Even if you suck at art, you're doing it

But if you're good at art, he always praises how good yours is and you compliment his as well because that's how y'alls relationship works

You support him and he supports you

As it should be

I don't even want to imagine him upset over something like that too

Or being upset at all really

Speaking of which if you're sad for whatever reason be prepared to be crushed by his hugs, I mean love. Well both really but ya know-

Would be upset with you so please take care of him as well

He cares about you so much-

Please love him ❤️

Jinwoo

Awkward boyfriend pt. 2

But also playful, caring, and sweet boyfriend

Like definitely just awkward since he's young and new to relationships so probably just doesn't know what to do at first

But the more time you both spend together the more time he has to know you better

So he'll ease off of being so questioning and making sure he's doing things right or making sure you're comfortable and what not

Well, I mean like if he's not sure of something and asks you 4,000 times, eventually he'll know what to do unless you tell him otherwise

So basically after y'all are comfortable around each other, he becomes the cutest thing ever

Like he l o v e s having you in his arms all the time

Or playfully messing with you

I can see y'all planning some prank on the other members and then you both playing innocent afterwards

And him just being a little shit sometimes lol

Playfully ignores you until you've whined enough that he gives in

And will still be a little shit if you try pulling the same tricks on him

Hangs onto you until you give up and notice him

But you also both do team up when it comes to messing with the other members

And then both get yelled at by an angry Junhyung

But y'all don't care because you had fun and this was worth it

And normally you'd be punished together so that just gave you an excuse to spend more time together

The only thing though that you can mess with him with is kissing him because he's ways to shy to get you back

Like if you just random kiss his cheek when he's messing with you he'll instantly turn red

Especially if you kiss his lips

He's not quite used to that yet but he'll get used to it

Until then, enjoy kissing his lips like that

Cuz again, look at his lips, how could you not want to kiss them repeatedly

He'd get used to it though and would melt into you imagine

Y'all are cute, end of story

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[brittledame]

Pairing: Semi Eita/Reader

Warnings: Explicit, A/B/O Dynamics, Creampie, Breeding (mentioned), Riding, Slight dirty talk, Knotting, Marking, Claiming bites, Blood (mentioned), Mating, Semi is a little possessive of reader, Reader is a little oblivious

Word Count: 11K

Summary: After your tryst with Semi in the locker room, he whisked you away to his room to spend the rest of the rut with him. The morning after, you wake up hot and disoriented, finding that your heat has come around early. The instinct to claim each other overshadows all other thoughts, leading to an enjoyable time for you both.

Series: Part 2 of Semi’s Big Blow Up

Notes: Ok it took me a while but I got there. This is literally 11K words of pure smut with side of fluff. Please enjoy my horny world splurge for the OG eboy Semi-Semi.

The warm sunlight filtering through the gaps of Semi’s blinds is what woke you up from a dreamless sleep. Cracking open your eyes, you were met with the drool-worthy sight of Semi’s bare chest. The sheets were kicked off during some point last night. Judging from the heat emanating from the male wrapped around you, it was safe to assume that it was Semi that did it.

Your bodies were close enough that the cool morning air nipping at you wasn’t an issue. If anything, you felt a tad too warm to be comfortable. You note that your shirt must have ridden up last night, as you feel his heavy arm was thrown over your hip that was almost bare thanks to the scrap of underwear you wore. Mind feeling as if stuffed with cotton, you notice that you were slightly sweating from the heat generated between the two of you. Shuffling back a little to give yourself some more breathing room, you relish the wash of cool air brushing over your heated skin, lending clarity to your disoriented mind.

The morning was quiet and warm, it was exactly the kind of morning where you would easily fall back to sleep if it weren’t for the breath-taking sight of the ash-blond man before you.

His long eyelashes fanned across high cheekbones, sleep-tousled hair looking wild against the pillow, and soft-looking lips parted as he continues on sleeping blissfully unaware of your enamoured stare. Fingers twitching, you were overcome with the sudden urge to run your fingertips across his skin, to map each dip and slight freckle and commit them to memory. Listening to his deep breathes, chest slowly moving up and down, signalling he was still deep asleep and surely wouldn’t mind if you carried out the desire. It was enough permission for your drowsy mind to go ahead anyhow.

Carefully, you move a hand from his well-defined chest and reach up to stroke the soft skin of his cheek. God, it was so unfair that he was blessed with a sweet personality, good looks and sexual prowess. The attractive asshole probably only washed his face with soap – if he washed it at all. Quelling the jealousy rearing its ugly head, you continued with feather-light touches now moving down to his lips.

Pressing your thumb slightly into the plump bottom lip, memories of those lips exploring and pressing lingering marks across your body rise to the forefront of your mind. Flushing, you silently curse at how smitten you were for him. He was literally sleeping with you loosely ensnared in his arms and here you were stroking him, feeling a little overwhelmed at how elated you felt to have the man of your dreams reciprocating your affections.

The wondering hand slides back to his chest and you bury your face into his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment as you recall everything that had transpired last night.

Honestly, if you hadn’t woken up in his bed, you would’ve played the whole thing off as a really horny dream and carried on with your life. You probably wouldn’t have been able to look your friend in the eye after having an explicitly detailed sex dream of him, but you would’ve at least attempted to carry on like you didn’t dream of him fucking you into mind-blowing completion.

Yesterday felt like a dream, it felt so distant and yet you could recall certain details so vividly that you couldn’t just brush off the incident off like you normally would. Your face feels like it could start melting as you blush fiercely while recalling Semi admitting his true feelings for you. Your heart lurches inside your chest. Everything felt like a blur to you, one moment he was unexpectedly distant, the next you were both arguing and then… fucking on the bench.

The rest of the night was kind of hazy to you, but you do recall him pulling you to his room, hands planted on your waist. You remember him whispering, “I hope you didn’t have any plans this weekend. I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

Your core pulses at just the thought of his words. He made a quick stop to the vending machines to get a few drinks and snacks, stating that he really wasn’t planning on leaving the room anytime soon. When you two were finally stocked up and alone in his surprisingly orderly room, you were both still fatigued from the previous round to go beyond a messy make out. Collapsing into one another, exhaustion from the long day finally caught up to you both.

And now here you were, in close proximity to the boy of your long-held affections. It would be scarily true to your fantasies if not for the sticky feeling of the sweat lightly coating your skin and the nausea swirling around your stomach. Skipping dinner never was a smart decision and it looks like you were suffering the consequences of your hindbrain doing the thinking for you.

You perk up when you inhale the subtle shift in Semi’s calming scent he started to unconsciously emit. He somehow sensed the slight distress in your scent before you recognised it. Turning onto his back and shifting against you, you hold your breath in hopes of not waking him up.

Pausing from his stirring, he sleepily opened his eyes a crack to take you in. Damn, that was cute. Even when waking up he’s stupidly hot. A smile graces his lips as he takes in the slight of your pink face and wide eyes.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You had to beat back the horny side of you that jumped up at the sound of his deep voice rough with sleep.

Giving him a smile in return, you whisper back a good morning.

Pale eyelashes flutter as his eyelids shut. For a moment you were sacred he would fall back to sleep and leave you to face your traitorous thoughts. Rolling onto his side, Semi tugs you close to him, banishing the unreasonable fear. You tense slightly at the new position as it brought your tacky skin close to his, only relaxing minutely at the feel of his fingers running through your tangled hair.

Enjoying the soothing feel of his chest rising with each deep breath and the feeling his fingernails gently scrape against your scalp, you were lulled into a trance. Unthinkingly, you grind against the well-defined thigh that was sandwiched between your legs. Semi paused when he felt you move but continued when you didn’t make a fuss about it. Your light scent signifying contentment rather than the sweet arousal he came to know last night.

Your nails lightly scratch at his chest as you feel his other hand start to rub at the sensitive skin of the major scent glands based under your ear. Sighing in pleasure, your muscles release all tension under his thoughtful ministrations. You knew that if he kept this up for any longer you would surely start purring. His loving touches were sating an itch that hid at the back of your mind along with the rest of your omegan needs.

Semi was quite obvious in showing his enjoyment under your thoughtless attention, member growing hard with your thoughtless grinding. The air thickened with your candied scent, tickling his sensitive nose. His eyebrows furrow as he’s struck with the realisation of what the saccharine undertone signified.

“Uh, I think you just started your heat… Your scent is really heavy right now.” You blankly stare at the flushing male, blissfully hazy mind not processing the meaning behind his abrupt words.

“I’m two weeks out from my heat, there’s literally no way.” You reasoned. There was a lenient time frame with most heats, but that time frame was at most three days, not a whole fortnight out.

“You were with me as I started my rut, maybe mine kick-started yours?” His unsure tone did nothing to assure you. Although it did give you something to consider.

You mull over his suggestion. You’ve heard of long-established couples having their heats and ruts sync together, a biological response to help maximise the chance of baring healthy offspring. But you’ve never heard of a rut kick starting a heat in advance in two people that got intimate with one another not even 15 hours ago – long friendship notwithstanding.

If you thought about it, you were exhibiting all the classical signs of entering your heat. It was just little preposterous that Semi’s rut may have incidentally kick started yours. Maybe a quick google search would help? Or maybe you should hit up the nurse when this was all over with.

Exactly what this weekend would detail was still a bit lost on you, seeing as now a new variable has reared its ugly head. A deep and largely ignored part of you was satisfied at how well everything had aligned. Semi’s rut lead into increased frustration, which resulted in his blow up and subsequently into the unexpected confession. All of that led to this moment of you laying in his bed, smelling of him and blessed with the sight of his sleepy smile.

Your heat did pose a minor issue though. With Semi being in his rut it was already tenuous with you pairing up with him after shortly discovering each-others true feelings. Not that ruts – nor heats – drove people sex-crazy like so many adult films liked to portray. They did have the capacity to blur the line for your newly defined relationship.

It was a time that you were both at your most vulnerable. Afraid of driving him away from saying something wrong or maybe not being the person he actually wanted. You knew exactly what you craved during your heats and you did not want to embarrass yourself by asking for something Semi wasn’t ready to give you.

Semi breaks your train of thought by offering up his shower to freshen up. Literally jumping up at the opportunity to get out of your own head and clean up, you thanked him.

“Thanks, I’d love that.” You made it to the doorway of the bathroom before a thought hit you.

“Hey, uh, I don’t really want to get changed back into these clothes. Do you mind running to my dorm to get some clean ones for me?”

Semi rolled onto his back and raises an amused eyebrow at your uncharacteristic shy tone.

“Just steal some of my clothes, I don’t mind.” He gestures to his plain white dresser. He doesn’t feel it’s necessary to add that he would much prefer you wearing his clothes over the course of the next few days. Eita’s hell-bent in fulfilling a few of his fantasies with your consent. One of those fantasies included you wearing his clothes.

Nodding at him, you make your way over and sift through the draws before deciding on a plain black Shiratorizawa volleyball team training shirt and a pair of clean boxer shorts that you may have to roll the waist band for them to fit.

Secretly, you were slightly overwhelmed at how fast this was all going. Was it weird that you were more flustered about wearing his clothes than fucking in a semi-public room? Probably, but life was weird, so it was best to roll with the punches at this point.

Giving once last glance at Semi’s lax form splayed on the bed, you close the door behind you. The lock of the door seemingly taunts you with ideas of Semi joining you in the shower. Then again, it would probably be best to establish at least some boundaries before you both got lost in your respective throes. Flipping the lock, you make quick work of stripping down bare and starting up the shower, shivering at the feeling of the cool air caresses your heated body as you wait for the water to warm.

Hand stretch out under the spray, you judge the water temperature to be adequate and hop in. The decent water pressure was one of the many things you would praise about Shiratorizawa, alongside their amazing cooking staff and meal plans. One could accuse that the students are just little bit spoiled and they wouldn’t be exactly wrong.

Washing your hair, your mind drifts away from you, occupied with wondering thoughts. As you lather up your skin, a dark spot on your hip catches your eye. You have a double take when you notice the bruises etched into your skin from where Semi had gripped you from before. Heat burnt across your cheeks as you recall what had transpired not even a day ago. Carefully, your fingertips brush along the dark spots littering your chest and hips. You’re astounded by how dark they look against your flushed skin. They didn’t hurt nearly as much you would think from how pigmented they were. Kind of like Semi in that regard, intimidating exterior and benign on the inside.

Even though you were sure to lock the door, dirty thoughts of him joining you in the shower and skilled fingers buried deep inside of you fill your mind as you conditioned your hair and rinse. As the suds washed off, your hands autonomously drift towards the crest of your legs, fingers brushing against your faintly pulsing core.

Yup, if you weren’t sure before, you were definitely experiencing an early heat. At least you had someone to rid it out with, someone whom you loved and trusted. Plus, the direct presence of alpha pheromones should make the heat less intense.

Shutting off the water, you made quick work of drying off and slipping on the soft articles of clothing. Giving the lonely pair of underwear sitting in a pile of dirty clothes a second thought, you shrugged off the thought of putting them back on. Hopefully, if all went right, it would save some valuable time later on.

Just as you thought, you had to adjust the boxers for them to fit. Pat drying your hair to the best of your ability, you comb through it with your fingers, hoping it’ll dry faster. Examining your appearance in the mirror, a tingle of excitement went through you at seeing his larger clothes draped over your figure. They didn’t fit, that was for sure, but god did you love wearing them.

Tearing yourself away from the reflection, you walk out of the bathroom with a pink cheeks and smelling clean. Semi perks up from his seated position and puts down the phone he was frantically typing on just before you emerged.

A lazy smile makes its way across his face at how good you looked wearing his clothes. It felt like the stole the very breath from your lungs. Tossing his phone to the side, already long forgotten, he walks over towards you and winds his arms around your shoulders and buries his nose into your still damp hair.

“You look so good wearing my clothes. We should make this a regular thing.” He laughs at your shocked squawk, not immediately shooting him down. Leaning back, Eita takes in your scrubbed pink skin and the way his shirt almost completely covered the boxers you wore. It was all way to cute for his heart to take.

Not being able to help himself, Eita draws you into a deep kiss. He loved how his scent completely enveloped you from his clothes to his body wash. Eita was already becoming comfortable with how easily your scents intermingled. He knew that he was playing with fire by kissing you. It would be a true trial of strength to see if he could stop before he got too into it again, he really needed a shower too after all.

Semi probably didn’t intend for the kiss to become heavy, but your body immediately lit up as his lips melded into yours, making you crave more. While you still didn’t hear bells or feel rainbows sprout out of you when his mouth melded with yours, your mind did light up with a thousand fireworks as you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip.

Ever the tease, it was as you opened your mouth to admit him entrance did he pull back and give you a smirk that had you wanting to both punch him and kiss him even harder.

“As much as I would love to continue,” Semi bops you on the nose, stunning you. “I really need a shower.”

You huff at his words and cutely pout up at him, driving his mind wild in return.

“You shouldn’t start things you’re not planning on finishing, Semi-Semi. You could get a poor girl’s hopes up one day.” Your teasing look belied the sad tone you adopted.

He gives you a deadpan look before snapping back as a reflex: “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright then, babe. What do you want to be called?” From the way his eyes lit up at the endearment, you had found the key to Semi’s heart.

Lifting your chin up, he whispers into your ear. “Surprise me.”

He inwardly congratulates himself for the way that you shuddered at his low tone. “Just don’t call me Semi-Semi. I should beat Satori’s ass for ever calling me that.”

He unwraps his arms from your body and you had to bite down the whine that threatened to embarrass you at the loss. Semi shot you a knowing look and effectively diverted your attention by pointing to the bedside table holding your phone on charge.

“I noticed that it was flat, so I put it on charge when you hopped in. It should be charged enough to turn on by now.” He said as he slipped through the doorway, not even bothering to bring clean clothes with him.

Touched at his thoughtfulness, you briefly contemplated how low your standards must be for someone being considerate to put your phone on charge was seen as heart-touching. Ignoring that and the tight coil of heat sitting in your abdomen that Semi had elicited, you went and grabbed your phone. Slumping down onto the bed, you impatiently waited for it to start up, taking a quick look of his room in the meantime.

Unlike most boys his age, it was neat and smelt of spiced bergamot paired with clean laundry. While there was a bit of chaos in his desk, it seemed to be organised in some fashion with different papers and books stacked in alternating arrangements according to a code only known to the ash-blond alpha. There was a few articles of clothing spilling out of the over-filled hamper. It was kind of funny that such a diligent guy like Semi would leave laundry until the absolute last second.

Thinking about laundry… You cosy up into the soft grey cotton sheets of his bed. You’d have to ask what detergent he uses because it was insane how soft the cotton felt beneath your hands. The smell of clean fabric and Semi’s grounding scent filled your nose as you buried your head into his pillows.

A quiet ‘ding!’ from your phone tears you away from your observations and into the real world. You had apparently missed a few messages from your roommate during your impromptu sleepover with Semi. After texting her a quick update of your situation and checking your emails, you decide to hope onto the school website to fill out the heat exemption form and after a short deliberation ended up filling one out for Semi too.

Who knows how long this will last and it’s probably best to be safe and use your last moments of coherency securing you both an easier week ahead – give or take a few days. Finishing up the last section, you heard the shower turnoff and the shower curtain open. Judging that he was going to come out soon, you submit the form and place your phone on silent.

Semi emerges from the bathroom with a cloud of steam rushing out behind him. Stunned, you look over, only to be hit by déjà vu. Looking tantalising standing there covered only by a towel dangerously low on his hips, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders.

Stalking over to the bed, he pounces on top of you and buries his nose into your neck. Giggling at his childish behaviour, the temptation to scolding him for not drying his hair died on your tongue as you feel him press a chaste kiss onto your neck.

“I couldn’t bare another second without you at my side” he murmurs, unwilling to leave your comforting scent. Blushing at the sentiment, you give a short embarrassed laugh at how cheesy he was.

“You’re such a romantic. Satori will have a field day if I tell him that.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He growls out. Eita hated the idea of Satori knowing any intimate details your relationship together. Also, the fact that Satori would never let him hear the end of it didn’t help Satori’s case of being let in the know-how of your sexual activities.

You laugh at the weak deterrent, full well knowing Semi would never follow through. A friendship spanning across high school let you gain insight to a lot of Semi’s quirks and behaviour. Never in the three years you’ve known him has he ever acted maliciously. Discounting the moment he was ready to tear Shirabu a new one yesterday – but that was a whole different situation.

You smirk at him in response. “You have no idea how far I’ll go to have some decent entertainment.”

“If you’re so bored, why didn’t you just say so?” Semi moves out of your grasp, now hovering over your body with his towel hanging onto his body through sheer will at this point.

Lips slotting together, Semi doesn’t give you the chance to retort. Not that you minded in the slightest. His mouth tasted of cool spearmint, contradicting the heat of his tongue mapping the inside of your mouth. You moan as he runs his tongue along your hard palate whilst giving a light suck.

Nudging his tongue out of your mouth, you bite his bottom lip and tug at it. Grip tightening on your hips, Eita refrains from pinning you down and kissing you until your begging him for more. It was the heady smell of need filling the air that knocked the idea away and replaced it with the burning desire to be buried within you. That’d be much more beneficial for the both of you, he grins to himself.

Eita notices the wet spot forming on the boxers he lent out. God, he was never going to be able to look at that pair the same ever again. The old shirt was way too big for you, hiding your gorgeous form from his hungry eyes. Fixing the sacrilege that it was, he grabs the hem giving it a slight tug to warn you of his intentions. At your nod, he rips the offending article of clothing off and is met with the heavenly sight of your bare chest still baring his marks from the night before. Eita’s dick twitches at the sight.

Dipping in for another kiss, he whispers against your parted lips. “God, you could make a grown man weep, baby girl. You should see how good you look laid out for me.”

Your heart flips at the comment. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you  pulled him into another searing kiss. Hands that you’ve watched serve a thousand no-touch aces dragged down your sides, callouses rough against smooth skin. Fingertips danced along the band of his boxers, teasingly dipping just under it.

Nipping at him, you silently voice your frustration with his teasing. Any other time and you would be all for it – hell half of your wet dreams revolved around Semi edging you into a teary mess. Now though? You felt like you could spontaneously combust from the heat building steadily with you.

Hands falling over his, you help him push down the boxers and kick them off the side of the bed. The hands that you’ve admired for so long drift further southward. Completely skipping over your core, you note with disappointment. Eita grips your thighs, admiring the way the soft flesh molded around his hand, loving the contrast the two of you made together.

Hard and malleable. Rough and soft. Eita and you.

From the very moment he met you, he was blinded by your personality. Kind to those who warranted it and never backing down from your morals. He loved how gentle you were with the younger years and conversely never refraining from scolding Shirabu if made any vitriolic comments to Goshiki. Unknowingly, you had set up a home inside of Eita’s heart and he’ll spend every moment with you to show you as such.

Semi took in every inch of your body under his hands as he manoeuvres you into a pose that made his mouth go dry. Top half pressed against the bed, ass swinging in the air in front of him, you made such an appetising sight, it truly tried Semi’s self-restraint to not just slam on home and take everything you’d give to him.

Feeling his gaze burning into your skin, you could resist the temptation to tease him even more. Wiggling your hips, you shoot him a sultry look over your shoulder.

“Are you ready yet or am I going to have to start without you?” You move your hands from beside your head in preparation to slide them down your front and into your waiting hole.

The growl fills the air dampens your devious side. By all accounts, teasing him like that during a rut, even a mild one, was not a smart move on your side. A dangerous glint fills his eye at your unintentional challenge.

Semi removes the towel and tosses it to the side, revealing his already swelling member to your greedy eyes. The towel hadn’t even hit the foot of the bed before his hands were back on you.

Settling a hand between your shoulder blades, he presses his weight onto you as he lowers himself to your cheek not pressed against the sheets. Your breath freezes in your chest as he brushes his lips across the delicate skin with a wicked look on his face.

“You are such a brat sometimes you know that right?” He breathes out, lips both so close to yours and infuriatingly too far. “It’s alright though, maybe I could teach you some manners.”

He moves back with those final words, grinning at how you shivered at them. You were half tempted to whine at the loss of contact, already starting to push up on your elbows before he forcefully stops you by pressing even harder on your back.

Your heart and hole simultaneously pulse in anticipation at Semi’s more forceful nature coming out to play, not so secretly loving concealed strength coming out to play. Semi was usually respectful and kind to a fault, that was why you privately loved it when Satori riled him up. It was only during those times you could see Semi’s true passion, the fire burning inside his soul being exposed to your keen eyes. There is also the moments when he plays which unfortunately occurs occasionally now that Shirabu usurped him as a starter.

Before, you were slightly apprehensive you your heat coinciding with Semi’s rut, now you were grateful. Thanks to your heat, you didn’t require extensive foreplay like last night. Naturally prepared, your hole was more pliable and slick now than any other time, as a natural occurrence to prevent both omega’s and their partners from hurting themselves during the thick of the heat. The last thing on their minds is to properly prepare themselves.

That fact doesn’t stop Semi from dipping in a finger, soon slipping in another inside as he noted how easily you stretched around it. You tilt your hips up, encouraging his long fingers to press in deeper, to fill you in a way yours couldn’t. Scissoring his fingers, he twists his wrist in a way that had you grasping at the sheets.

“Shit.” You gasp out between clenched teeth.

“You really like my fingers,” Semi states. He slips in a third and fans them out inside of your leaking hole, watching the way your pink hole engulfed his fingers without complaint.

Having enough, you reach down and grasp his wrist. Fixing him with a pleading expression that had him melting in your hand.

“Please, I need you. Now.”

Unable to refuse your plea, he withdrew them with a slick sound. With the way you looked at him, he would steal the stars out of the sky if you asked him.

“That didn’t take long at all, look at how polite you’re being now.”

Bringing slicked-up fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicks out to lap up your juices. Your viscous slick coated his tongue and triggered his voracious appetite, now feeling the strong urge to spend the next hour eating you out until you were a sobbing mess on his tongue. This was the second time you had derailed him, without even speaking or looking at him.

Eita forcibly shoulders past the idea, not willing to keep you waiting anymore, especially now that you were being so cute. Meanwhile, you ignored the dig in favour for quelling your excitement as he lines himself up.

The ash-blond alpha moans as he slips inside, not bothering to tease you now. You clench around him as you shiver at the sonorous sound he releases. Just like you thought, he slipped in without an issue, leaving only the pleasurable burn from stretching around his rigid cock.

Eita relished at how receptive you were of his touches, whether they be stroking or digging, you received each one with delight.

“You take me so well, baby girl.” He thrusts in deeply, punctuating his statement. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

The slick sounds and sensations of sex consumes your senses, adding to the fire your heat flaring up within you.

“Semi, please –“ You haven’t half an idea of what your begging for. All you wanted was something more. Voicing your greediness felt like admitting defeat to your omega desires but you needed him so badly that you no longer fought against them.

Long and deep strokes halt as he grabs your hip and you forcibly flips you onto your back. Eita doesn’t waste a single second to grab your leg, hiking it over his shoulder and re-entering you. Immediately Semi slides in even deeper. The new angle had starbursts exploding across your vision. You spared no thought to his poor neighbours as you let out a loud moan. Supposedly the dorm rooms were supposed to be sound-proofed, so this would be a good test to see if that was true.

Not being able to deny himself, he indulged the desire to mark you in a superficial way, unsatisfied that he couldn’t claim you as his. Yet. The day would come, hopefully sooner than later. Latching his mouth over faded splotches, he sucks them back into vibrancy before moving to a new spot. You arch your back as he sucks a few marks onto your breasts, one hand coming up to squeeze them and flick your erect nipple a few times.

Continuing fucking into your tight hole in the meantime, he admires his own handiwork. A masterpiece of pinks and purples of varying shades decorated you, looking stunning to his eyes. A promise is made to himself to not let them fade while you were in his care.

Driving his engorged dick in and out of you at a punishing pace, Eita has the one-minded focus of bringing you both to the peak. Eita wanted nothing more than to pull out and cum on your back and mark you up even more, but he knew that the urge to mate wouldn’t stop until he knotted you.

Knotting was a huge part of breeding and a significant factor to tempering heats and ruts alike. One could couple a dozen times a day during a rut and still not feel satisfied until the rush of hormones released by one is triggered. Having you here was both a blessing and curse in disguise, as he was now more driven than ever to breed you until your stomach was full and round.

The mental image alone made him clench his teeth, trying to reign in what little remained of his self-restraint. He’s had a partner before you during a rut, but it didn’t feel nearly as intense as your fucking did right now. Previous experiences didn’t hold a candle to being with you. This was better than any fantasy coupled with his right hand.

Knowing exactly what to do to drive you over the edge, Semi didn’t hesitate to deliver you to completion. Scraping his sharp canines against the delicate skin of the column neck, you tighten around him even more.

Fastening his lips over your scent gland, he gives a rough suck while pressing his teeth into the area, imitating a claiming mark. To your sex-hazed mind though, it felt like the real thing and that was the last push you needed to topple over the edge, his name on your lips.

“Semi!”

Lust becoming all consuming, your inner omega frustrated at being tricked out of a claiming bite went ignored as sensations threatened to drown you under unrelenting waves. You were only distantly aware of Semi chasing after his orgasm within your warmth. Mind feeling like a separate entity from your body, your vision fades to black.

When you come to, you instantly become aware of his knot locked inside of you. Okay, maybe you weren’t out of it for as long as your heavy eyelids suggested. Semi groaned at your restless shifting, accidentally tugging the sensitive appendage.

“You literally fucked me into unconsciousness for a moment there.” You state, not bothering to hide wonder in your tone. Honestly speaking, you thought that was a feat only achieved in porn, then in comes Semi to blow away every single expectation you held.

If things were to ever end badly between the two of you, Semi has wrecked you for anyone in the future. Your sexual expectations have been set too high now, bar raised to an incredible height.

Disbelieving, Semi just stares at you to gauge if you were telling the truth. He hadn’t actually noticed that you left him for a moment there. It was worrying that he was so absorbed by satisfying his instincts to fill you that he didn’t even notice you mentally checking out. Your weighted stare confirms that you didn’t lie.

“Damn.” He simply puts. The word alone couldn’t convey the myriad of emotions he was experiencing from hearing that.

On one hand, Eita was proud of himself for being able to do that. On the other, he was scared that he didn’t notice. The confusing mixture was enough for him to soften, knot deflating enough for him to pull out.

Cum drizzled out of your hole in thick globules, staining your upper thighs a transparent white. A deep primal part of him hated the waste, wanting nothing more than to gather it onto his fingers and shove it back into you, not wasting a single drop.

Mentally shaking off the intrusive thought, he gives your thigh a pat as he gets up to grab his towel off of the foot of the bed to clean himself off. Propping yourself up on his pillows, you don’t argue or bat him away when he starts to wipe you down and leaving the occasional gentle kiss behind. You were loving the feeling of being pampered by the alpha.

Throwing the dirtied towel into the hamper by his door, he lays against your side and rests his head on your chest. Your fingers brush through his almost dry hair that you knew was going to dry funny since he didn’t dry it properly. Eyelids feeling heavy from both physical and mental exhaustion, you didn’t want to leave the comfort of the bed for a shower. It wasn’t long before you peacefully dozed off with a just as tired Semi pressed against you.

A few hours later, you wake up feeling as if your burning up from the inside out. Irrationally scared that you may actually be on fire from how hot you were, you pat yourself down. Your dizzy mind registers the fact that you’re probably in full swing of your heat now, seeing as there was no sheet nor clothes suffocating you. Blindly, you reach out for your phone to confirm if you got at least some rest.

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention. Turning to your side, you’re met with the sinful sight of a flushed Semi jacking off. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible while you slept beside him, not wanting to wake you up just yet. Too focused on the task at hand, he failed to notice you waking up.

Seeing his lack of awareness, you eyed his painful looking erection being handled quite roughly as Semi attempts to rush himself towards a much-needed orgasm. Both pity and arousal fills you at the sight, causing you to deliberate whether to jump in and offer some assistance or watch for a little longer and memorise as much as possible for another night.

A moan slips out of his mouth as he twists his hand just as he pumps his hand up. It seems the decision was made for you as your body automatically moves forward, mouth already salivating.

Grabbing his hands, you move them off of him and secure your mouth around his swollen-looking tip. Looking up, you match his shocked look with an innocent one, fluttering your eyelashes at him while giving a gentle suck to the flared head. Throwing back his head, he groans again.

“Babe,” he mutters, threading his fingers through your hair. “That mouth of yours is going to be the death of me someday.”

Choosing not to respond, you take in more of his length, licking over the veins protruding from his shaft. It seemed to be the correct choice as his hips automatically jerk up, almost shoving the entirety of himself into you if it weren’t for your hand on his hip.

Sending him a warning look, he gives you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, sorry.” He murmurs, using is other hand to stroke your hair in apology.

Accepting his apology, you roll your eyes at him before proceeding to take him to the root. The action had Semi sputtering. The sight was funny enough that you had to physically swallow down the laugh that threatened to come up. Feeling you swallow around his length, tongue simultaneously rubbing against him, his dick traitorously jumped inside your mouth.

Smiling around his length as best you could, you knew that Semi was already close from that small move. You knew a rut made alphas physically more sensitive compared to other times, you didn’t know it went to this extent. You knew yourself that while omegas became more sensitive as well, it took about three hand cramps and an hour of toy play before your body was satisfied enough to allow a fitful sleep.

Lucky bastards.

Feeling a bit petty, you give a hard suck while you draw back and stroke his tip with your tongue. His body shudders under your hands, his breath now coming out in moans that caused slick to start leak out of you. Even sleeping during a heat, slick was continuously produced so while you were wet when you woke up, you could feel it start to trickle out from you at how sensitive he was.

You always loved seeing his softer side come out, whether that be helping Goshiki out with his spiking or joining you in your after midnight baking sessions when the exam insomnia became too much. This was a different side to his vulnerability. Much different to late night talks about his insecurities related to both the court and his musical talents, you still cherished it just as much as those other moments.

Hips jolting up without his permission, you let him go, not at all minding the way he made you gag on his cock. The rough noises that would leave his bitten lips at the feeling of you choking on his length was enough payment for you. Not wanting to draw this out any longer, you remove a hand from his hip and fondle his balls. Rolling them in your hand and giving them a gentle squeeze while giving a harsh suck.

Semi’s eyes fly open, harshly tugging at your hair as he thrusts his hips up. This time, he does make you choke in earnest as he just about shoves his entire length down your throat.

You could feel the exact moment he hit his peak before the cum sprayed inside your mouth, balls tightening in your hands as his entire body tenses. A guttural moan electrifies the air as you diligently swallow his cum, not wasting a single drop.

Licking his dick clean, you feel him twitch against your lips as the orgasm left him over-sensitive. Sitting up, you throw a leg over his and straddle a well-defined thigh. You grind down on him, trying to draw him back to earth and to alleviate the deep-seated need to alleviate the pressure that has made its presence well and truly known.

Semi’s post-orgasm face was something classical artists could try to capture but never succeed. His normally furrowed eyebrows and tense mouth finally relaxed. Like this, he looked like his age and not a stressed-out salaryman with a hardass boss.

“I knew your mouth would kill me.” He mumbles, popping an eye open to meet your eager smile.

You laugh at his over dramatic words and stroke the sweat-matted hair off of his forehead.

“Well you have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself when you have the audacity to look that hot while jacking it.” The ash-blond alpha blushes at your crass words but isn’t overly surprised that he woke you up.

Catching your hand in his, Semi has a sincere expression on his face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I did try to keep quiet at the beginning, at least.”

Warmth fills your chest at his consideration. Solo ruts were tough, exactly like heats, so when one finally found a partner to help them through it, not much thought went behind letting them sleep in favour for reliving the unbearable pressure.

“You didn’t wake me up.” You assured him. “I woke up because of how hot I felt. I’m pretty sure I’m in full heat now.”

You grind against his thigh in demonstration of both how horny and wet you were. Taking in the scent of the room, the air was thick with a mix of aroused pheromones. Semi could already feel his dick getting hard from the mixed scent and how wet you felt against his leg. He hadn’t even touched you and yet you were this affected.

Heats weren’t anything to look down on, he inwardly muses.

“Oh yeah?” He quirks a brow at your comment, acting like he couldn’t feel you dripping onto his thigh.

His hands come up to grip your hips, pushing you down onto his thigh as he pushes it up against your core. You moan at the pressure against your core, but it wasn’t nearly enough to relieve the burning desire. You pout up at him, knowing he wanted to tease you a little before getting to it.

Not wanting to lose at this game, you put on your best faux dejected expression. Sighing heavily, you place your hands on his chest and push him back slightly. A mixture of amusement and confusion played out over Semi’s fine features.

“Yeah… Too bad this alpha I’m with would rather play around. Oh well, maybe the next one to come around will be more to the point.”

If you were a sensible person, you would’ve avoided making a bad habit out of getting a rise out of Semi just to see how he would react, scarily similar to how Satori treats him. The difference was that Semi wouldn’t hesitate to smack Satori over the head when he pushes too far, meanwhile with you he can be creative in getting back at you now.

“I see.” Semi blandly says while releasing your hips.

Panic flashes inside you. Maybe you pushed too far, hit a little too close to home. It was a dick move of you to hit him in a place he couldn’t protect. Some would like to pin Semi as a little egotistical when in reality he knew his strengths and was his own worst critic when it came to every aspect of his life.

Fearing that you completely ruined the moment, you lean over to cup his cheeks. Heat be damned, if he wanted you to leave, the door wouldn’t even hit you on the ass you’d be running out of here so fast. Never in a million years would you ever want to upset Semi, you’d do anything for the deeply caring alpha. The very same one who gave you his team jacket at the Spring Interhigh when you foolishly left yours on the bus during the tail-end of winter.

“I’m so sorry, Semi. Forget what I said, I didn’t mean it.”

Eita sat there, bewildered that you looked close to tears at the prospect of insulting him. His heart did a flip in his chest. Not being able to hold up against the worried look etched into your pretty face, he snakes his arms around your waist and rolls you both over to your sides.

Man, he was too soft for you. Eita smiles at the thought.

“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it.” Semi pauses. Curious, you look up to see his eyes glittering in mischief. “You’re still a rude little omega, though.”

Those were the words that launched the two of you into an impromptu wrestling match. Semi obliterated you, surprise surprise. That’s not to say you got in a few shots that had Semi keeling over and proud that his partner could defend herself. Safe to say he was very proud about a lot of things relating to you, not that you would find out until a much later date.

Winding down, you grudgingly admitted defeat when he puts you in a headlock to stop you using your infamously fatal kicks on him. Laying side by side, shoulders touching as you both try to calm down heated blood. Hindbrain not knowing the difference between sexual and nonsexual activities, the match served to further rile you up.

Eita knew when you became restless, told by your twitching legs and fidgeting fingers twisting the bedding. A really effective way of venting that excess energy came to mind and Eita couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t feeling aroused in the slightest. Addicted to the cute noises you made and the expressions you made when he hit the right spot, he needed little reason to indulge you.

Thinking over the times he’d taken you, an idea struck him. It gave him a mental image of you hovering over him. The position deviated from the other ways you’ve fucked before, but he knew you’d love it. There was definitely nothing wrong with taking you from behind, in fact he preferred that position, but being able to see your face during it would be worth it.

Sensing Semi staring at you, you turned onto your side and gave him a languid smile. Smiling back at you, he placed a hand on your cheek and drew you into a languid kiss that had you wanting more. Tongues sliding against each other and teeth clacking together as you both move closer to one another. It felt like hours were spent like that, hands running up and down each other’s body as you both lazily made out.

Your lips chased after his retreating ones, Semi chuckles and gives your bottom lip a chastising nip.

“Let’s try something different.” He says. The words alone were plain and ordinary, but dressed with context, it caused excitement to join the arousal stirring within you.

Laying down onto his back, Semi makes himself comfortable by propping his upper body up on his pillows. Once satisfied, he shoots you an expectant look. You just stare at him blankly, not understanding what to do now. Eita gathers that he will basically have to spell it out for you to hop on top.

Eita pats his thighs in invitation. “Come on, get up.”

Confused, you follow the order without question and place yourself over his thighs. What the hell were you going to do on his thighs? Your sinful mind conjured images of ridding his thigh until you came. From the way Semi grabbed his dick and gestured to move up, that idea was immediately crossed out.

Shuffling up, you shoot him a questioning look that had him want to both laugh at odd innocence it held while completely nude and want to cry at how oblivious you could be sometimes. Eita was infamous now amongst his peers for making heart eyes at the most oblivious girl. If only he knew back then how to read your subtle language of love, he would’ve acted much sooner than in his final year.

Oh well, he’d a lifetime to show you his unwavering affection. The thought gave him pause. It was a big jump to make from confessing to fucking to silently vowing himself to you, but it all felt so right to him. However, he didn’t want to chase you away by voicing those promises. Later, he swears to himself.

“Have you ever ridden someone before?” He bluntly asks. In situations like this, it was best to be as direct as possible, even though his hindbrain wanted nothing more to bury himself in you and not stop until –

“Oh. That’s why I’m on top.” Your revelation interrupts his devious train of thought. “I haven’t. I like the view though.”

What a view it was to have Semi Eita under you. His tip-dyed hair sticking up at odd angles from not drying it properly, proving yourself correct. His dark eyes fastened on yours, full lips tugged into an encouraging smile, you could melt under his unadulterated attention. Semi Eita was not good for your heart, much like all the other things you cherished in life.

Shaking off the sudden introspection, you remembered why you were here in the first place. Raising yourself up on your knees, you placed a steadying hand both on his chest and one on top of the hand holding his dick. Nudging the still wet tip at your wet entrance, you pause.

You’ve never ridden someone before; you knew the theory behind it: up on your knees and down you go. Rinse and repeat. Still, you hesitate.

As if sensing your internal discord, Semi helps you out by placing his hands onto your hips and start slowly lowering you. Meeting your gaze in wordless question, you nod him your consent, delighting in the way his strong hands lower you onto his rigid dick.

Without having to do anything, Semi stole your breath away. Semi was a genius and if it weren’t for the angle you had to hold yourself up to prevent falling apart at the seams, you would kiss him.

Walls fluttering around the intrusion the entire slide down. You have to close your eyes to truly embrace the sensations washing over you. Soon, your hips met his pelvic bone, where you just sat there, shivering at the full feeling of him throbbing inside. You don’t think you could ever get sick of the feeling of Semi pulsating withing you.

“You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you babe, look at you go.” He praises.

Taking in a deep breath, you look down at Eita and give him a shaky smile. His hands tighten in encouragement, giving you a rakish grin that just about drove you wild.

Slowly lifting your body off of his dick, Eita leaves just the tip in before he drops you onto his dick. The next few minutes were spent with him guiding you up and down his dick, letting you learn and try and get the hang of things.

Okay, maybe ridding someone was a little more complicated than you were led to believe. It took you at least a dozen haphazard thrusts before you finally place your hands on his chest, ready to go solo. Biting your lip, his eyes darken at the silent message you gave him.

Releasing your waist, his hands slide down to grab a handful of your plump ass cheeks, waiting for you to take control. With a shaky breath, you lowered yourself onto him and flexed your thighs to lift yourself off, all while intermittently tightening around his member.

It took a few tries before you got the hang of it. His fat cock slipped out of few times, but thankfully he fixed it before it could end in disaster. Once you gained confidence, you doubled down and really started to enjoy yourself, reveling in Semi’s humid, soft pants and the way the vein on the side of his dick dragged along all the right places against your walls.

Slick squelches fill the stagnant air of the alpha’s room. You’ve never been so thankful at the soundproof dorms more so than at this very moment. You would spontaneously combust if anyone asides from the male under you hearing you moan and pant like the bitch in heat you were, regardless if you were both in the throes of your respective hormone-driven fucking.

“Look at how well you’re ridding me, beautiful. If you keep it up this may become my new favourite position.” Butterflies unfurl their wings and take flight inside your stomach at his words of praise.

Praises kept falling unthinkingly from his lips, your heart jolts at each and every one. Your hole greedily sucking him back in, begging him to not leave you empty for too long. Impaling you on his dick, he could not name a more beautiful sight than you ridding his cock, mouth open and head thrown back. Eita wanted nothing more than to take a picture of you in this very moment and frame it. No artwork he’ll ever come across could possibly hold a candle to your ethereal expressions.

The friction generated from your combined relentless pace was enough to have your toes curling and fingers dig into his abdomen. Eita growls at the flash of pain, hips jerking up in reflex.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the motion forces the head of his cock to push past the lip of your cervix, pressing impossibly deep inside. Your walls grip his cock so fiercely, Eita was half afraid that you stopped his blood flow for a second there.

“Baby girl,” Eita groans. Hands tightening around the globes of flesh he held in his hands, signalling how much he liked that.

“Again!” You demand. Eita rushed to meet your call, readjusting his grip from your ass onto your hips for better control and rams himself up into you at the same angle. Knees locking up, it was less you ridding him now and more of him ramming up into you while dropping you down onto his cock. Eyes rolling back into your head at the new angle and the force he places behind each and every thrust. You had completely conceded all control and you never felt so good in your life, body buzzing in ecstasy.

One particular well timed thrust had your spine tensing into an perfect arch as the mild buzzing sensation intensified and struck through your body like lightning. Creaming around his cock, you draw blood as you dig your nails into his flesh to try and anchor yourself to him and not join your mind that was trying it’s hardest to leave this earthly plane of existence.

Unable to help himself, he fucks up into your outrageously tight hole a few more times before he grows frustrated with slowly building orgasm and takes matters into his own hands. Obviously, this position just wasn’t going to do it for him.

“Sorry gorgeous, but let’s change this up little, yeah?” With that said, he swaps your positions all while still buried within you.

To your post-orgasmic blissed out mind, you magically found yourself under him as he frantically seeks out his orgasm within your slick hole. Hindbrain completely taking over, he pumps into and out of you like a man possessed, hands creating imprints into your hips identical to the first set.

Thoughts of him biting into you, permanently marking you as his, were provided by your inner desires. They refused to leave you as he growled as your walls flutter around him at the mere idea of being claimed. Maybe it was just your omegan side finally coming out to play, but you couldn’t deny how pleasant the idea of Semi being yours was.

“Eita,” You try to catch his attention. “Claim me.”

His brutal pace falters. He clenches his eyes shut and chokes out a groan. “Don’t say that stuff, baby girl. You have no idea how much I want to.”

If he wanted this as bad as you did, then why did he hesitate? Yes, granted it probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up while in the middle of sex, but what better time than now, in the present. Your heart felt so light and warm thinking of a life with him by your side, how could you not ask him.

“Eita, I love you and I can’t imagine my life with another. If you don’t claim me now, we’re going to end up doing it later. Lets do it now and save some time.” His breath shudders at the way you say his given name. Meanwhile, you were surprised at how articulated the words came out while he was buried balls-deep in you.

Not needing anymore encouragement to fulfill his deepest desire, he sheaths himself deep within you with one last thrust. Simultaneously, Eita sinks his canines into your major scent gland as his knot locks onto the rim of your hole, blood rushing into his mouth.

In that moment, the universe clicked into place as you felt your very being interconnected so thoroughly with Eita’s, it was hard for you to distinguish where you ended and he started.

As the new bond settled over your entwined bodies, self-awareness soon floods back in to carry away the crushing feeling of losing that split-second deep-seated connection. Now you knew why bonded couples said mating was an entirely different sensation once bound. Nothing could compare to the high Semi and yourself flew into.

Being so thoroughly and intimately connected with you had Eita’s inner-alpha put at ease. Rumbling happily, Semi slumps onto your body and wrapping you up in strong arms, careful of the inflated knot still buried deep inside. Basking in the shared warmth of the new connection, you unconsciously began to purr in kind, satisfied to a base level.

A sudden question stirs you out of the stupor, one that leaves you burning to know the answer.

“Hey,” Semi hums, showing he’s listening. “Does that mean we’re partners now?”

Eita knew it was still a delicate moment and yet that didn’t deter the laughter that spilt from him. He professed his feelings to you, made love to you multiple times, fell asleep in your arms and mated you and yet you were still unclear where his feelings lied. The jolting of his chest bumped your head around. The feeling of being slighted was wiped away by the joyous sound and coaxed you to laugh alongside him. Not once in the years you’ve known him to laugh so freely, it was a beautiful sound that you wanted to hear more of.

Pulling you up and cupping your face, Eita’s thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind trails of a tingling sensation. Gazing deep into your eyes, he gives you a soft and open look.

“Of course. We’re mated now, so you’re stuck with me.”

“You promise?”

Semi shakes his head at you, knowing he signed himself up for a lifetime of your antics. A short reel of images flashed through his mind, mapping out his future with you. It was a future filled with laughter, passion and endless nights spent together. It was a future so bright it made his heart hurt from how full it felt.

Eita could spend a thousand nights trying to convey these feelings and still never truly encompass how far that love stretched. Instead, he presses a loving kiss onto your mouth; it was a good start. Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in deeper.

The movement knocked Semi’s slowly deflating knot from your hole, signified by the sensation of his cum slowly escaping your hole. Saddened by the loss of the physical connection, your pout was replaced by Semi’s lips as he pulled out with a slick noise. Lust did still nip at you, but it was sedated and easily ignored. Breaking the kiss, Semi placed three pecks in succession, causing you to instantly cheer up. The new bond breached all senses of physicality, proven by the wave of love that washes over you from his end.

“We really need another shower.”

“It can wait. I want to cuddle.” While you did feel gross from being covered in drying body fluids, it didn’t stop you from caving to his wish.

“Fine. You have to help clean me up, though. It takes two to make this mess.” Semi shakes his head at you with an amused expression. You both knew how that will go down. Eita could swear that his hands felt magnetised to your skin, so he’d probably dirty you up more in the shower.

Clutching you to his chest, you found yourself listening to his heartbeat. The satisfied scent permeating the room was soon joined by one of elation exuding from your tired forms. Between the pacifying scent of bergamot, the steady rise and fall of his chest below your cheek, and the circles he drew onto your back, it was a lost battle against the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids.

Reaching behind himself, he fishes for the long-forgotten blanket that had been kicked to the side and draws it over both you both. A comfortable warmth radiates from your intertwined bodies as you both drift away to sleep, heads filled with nebulous thoughts of the future spanning before the two of you.

Notes: Critiques, Comments & Notes are always appreciated!!

#semi eita x reader #semi x reader #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #haikyuu!! fic #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #semi eita #SBBU part 2 #this took me 2 months and 2 other projects to finally finish #shiratorizawa #haikyu!! x reader #haikyu!! fic

[jungshookz]

so did ballet jimin and y/n get any... closer on valentines day?? I know that you said you would never write a full fic on them but we the audience would like to see them finally get together or a smut 😔🥺

y/n can barely look jimin in the eye right now so i wouldn’t expect any sMUT any time soon but here’s a suRPRISE DRABBLE-

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! fluff :-)

➺ wordcount: 1.6k 

➺ what to expect; just because he’s single doesn’t mean he has to be so bitter on a day that’s dedicated to expressing your love for your significant other.

➺ readings: part one; part two 

➺ note; every time i tell myself the balletteacher!jimin storyline isn’t going anywhere my brain spazzes and couGhs out another chunk of the story so i’m retracting my statement of ‘i’m never going to give them a fic’ and replacing that with ‘idk????? mAYBE????? but IDK!!!!!! probably not but also probably yES??’ ok bye please accept this short drabble that’s too long to be a baby drabble  

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jimin completely forgot about the existence of valentine’s day because:

a) why the hell would he remember it in the first place and

b) there literally is nO point of valentine’s day??

like why can’t you prove your love to your significant other on any other day??? why does it have to be february 14th specifically??

so yeah that’s his general take on valentine’s day

the only good thing to come out of valentine’s day is the next day when all the chocolates and candies go on sale

one of his guilty pleasures are those decadent chocolate-covered strawberries

he thinks there should be a day dedicated to eating chocolate-covered strawberries

now thAT he would celebrate and cancel class for

but valentine’s day?

hAH

nope

basicaLLy you guys usually come in three times a week (monday, wednesday, friday) and valentine’s day just so happened to fall on a friday which, in his defence, is completely out of his control

and yeah he knows that some of you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t cancelled class but he aLso knows that no one’s going to pipe up and argue with him because you’re all terrified of him

with that being said he does feel a teeny bit bad

before class on wednesday he heard a couple girls talking about how they had to cancel their plans with their significant others and how it suCked that they were going to be stuck here dancing all night instead of going to the movies or going to a nice dinner oR getting laid lol

unrelated: he noticed that you didn’t contribute anything to the conversation when everyone was going around sharing what their would-be valentine’s day plans were

either you’re very secretive or you’re single

and he’s hoping it’s the latter

which he thinks is 98% the case because of the incident (“i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him.”)

anyways

yeah

he felt a liTTLe bad

just because he’s single doesn’t mean he has to be so bitter on a day that’s dedicated to expressing your love for your significant other

…which is why he bought a dozen single-stemmed roses aNd he tied a little satin bag containing two hershey kisses to each rose

at first he was just going to get everyone red roses but then he thought that thAt was crossing a line of professionalism so then he settled on light pink

to be honest he felt a little silly on the drive to class because he feels like doing this is going to make him seem less authoritative and make you guys leSS scared of him

but it’s fine

he’ll just yell at someone and then his power will fall right back into his hands

“now, i’m well aware that today is valentine’s day.” jimin clears his throat as he sets the basket full of roses down on the ground

he can see all of your eyes flicking in between him and the flowers

“and i know that some of you had plans tonight that had to be cancelled because of class,” jimin continues on and notices you getting up on your tip toes to peek over lisa’s shoulder at the basket

cute :’)

wait what

uh

he means.,,. um,..,

noTHING

“contrary to popular belief, i do have a sympathetic bone in my body.” that gets a chuckle out of some people but everyone shuts up promptly when jimin raises a brow

“so everyone gets a rose and some chocolates from me as a…” jimin pauses and thinks for a second “as an i’m-sorry-happy-valentine’s-day hybrid… gift? i’m also giving you twenty minutes to sit around and… talk… to each other, or… whatever it is you do when i’m not around.”

he clears his throat again

he can see the confusion swimming in everyone’s eyes

god

why is being nice so HARD

“what i’m saying is that today is… less about dancing - we’ll stiLL be dancing i’m not saying that class is cancelled - and more about… i don’t know. being… together? i guess?” he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly

…

coughs

“you know what, just- just talk amongst yourselves while i hand these friggin flowers out. dispErse.” jimin flicks his wrist and everyone immediately relaxes from the stiff first position you have to stay in when jimin’s talking

“i’m not gonna lie, that was painful to watch.” wendy mutters under her breath and you stifle a giggle

“aw, give him a break, he’s trying to be nice for once!” ailee teases as a couple of you get settled on the ground

it is actually really nice of him to do this

the nicest thing he’s ever done for the class was that one time he extended the mid-class break by one minute

you’re barely paying attention to the conversation because your eyes keep wandering over to jimin as he hands out the flowers to everyone

most of the girls are getting all blushy and giggly before they’re curtseying to him

as he approaches your group you scramble up from the floor before you get the chance to fix one of your leg warmers (they’re heaRT patterned!!!!!) so now one is pulled up the other one is still pushed down

but it’s too late to fix it because mr park is here so

“thank you, mr park.” seulgi offers him what yoU think are painfully obvious bedroom eyes and you resist the urge to scoff

of course you can’t call her out on it because then she’s going to say something about how you’re just jealous because you have a crush on him blah blah blah

which you DO but you’re not planning to actually admit that to anyone anytime soon

you’re still trying to get everyone off your back about the incident

right now everyone thinks you only said you had a crush on jimin just to get seulgi to pipe down and you’re just going with that because you can’t imagine the merciless teasing if people find out you actually like jimin 

the jokes have died down a little bit but everyone’s going to remember that day for the rest of their lives

like the other day jisoo came to class wearing a new lipstick and you said it was pretty on her and then she proceeded to ask if she was pretty enough for you to want to sit on her face  and everyone found that hiLARIOUS

“-i hope you don’t mind, miss y/l/n-“ you straighten up when jimin gets to you

“sir?” 

you almost let out a fond sigh when he smiles lightly at you 

he’s just so unbelievably handsome 

you’re the last in line and everyone else is (as instructed) talking amongst themselves anD enjoying their chocolates

“there weren’t enough pink roses in the store…” jimin trails off and you let your eyes drop for a split second

oh

well

that’s okay!

it’s the thought that counts

you try to hide your disappointment but jimin notices the way your shoulders droop just a tiny bit

“which is why i got you a lavender one. i know it’s not a traditional colour, but…” jimin presents you with the baby purple rose and you feel your entire boDy spring back to life

suddenly you feel your cheeks tingling with heat and your heart starts to pound in your chest as you accept the rose from him

“it’s very pretty, mr park. thank you.” you smile politely and give it a sniff

roses always smell so goOd

“ah- uh, yes. you’re welcome.”

“happy valentine’s day, mr park.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself and your eyes widen a little bit

oops

was that inappropriate?? 

because it felt inappropriate even though today is literally valentine’s day

and it looks like jimin wasn’t expecting that either considering the slight flush on his face

you’re about to start apologising profuSELY and you’re [this] close to returning the rose before he-

“…happy valentine’s day, miss y/l/n.” he smiles fondly and falters for a second before nodding once and walking off

“god, you can tell these are the expensive roses, too.” seulgi sighs as she gives her flower another heArty whiff

“ooh, i found it!” jisoo raises her phone and everyone turns to look at her

class ended ten minutes ago and everyone’s packing up now and wendy was wondering what light pink roses represented just out of curiosity so jisoo volunteered to look it up 

“associated with gentleness and admiration, light pink roses lets the receiver know that they are a pleasure to behold – an indication of joy. light pink roses can also be used to express sympathy and saying thank you.” everyone immediately bursts into coos of adoration

“oh my god, he’s so sweet…”

“i think i’m, like, actually in love with him!”

“when he handed me my rose i actually considered breaking up with my boyfriend-“

“oh my god sAME-“

you make sure your rose is tucked safely away in your duffle bag before you pull your phone out

time to do your oWn google searching

aH

okay

here it is 

‘the lavender rose is often a sign of enchantment and love at first sight. those who have been enraptured by feelings of love and adoration have used lavender roses to express their romantic feelings and intentions.’

you swallow thickly as you feel your heart flutter in your chest

oh boy

(jimin just hopes you bought his excuse)

(of couRSE the store didn’t run out of light pink roses)

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

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[angies-aesthetics]

Hey hey!! I know it says that requests are open, but I still hope that it's ok to send this in with you having a lot of em!

I came to ask for a Kin Matchup! I hope that sources Deltarune, Cookie Run, Pokémon, and Danganronpa (any game works!) are ok! You can remove one of them if it's too much! :0 (or add on if you feel like it >:3)

I'm an ENFP-T 9w1! (I recently took a more accurate personality test and it gave me this MBTI hehe) Well I'm overall more of an ambivert though? I just barely got E after all

Anyway!! My signs are:

Gemini - Sun

Pisces - Moon

Capricorn - Rising

A quick note ( in case it helps!) that I most likely have ADHD with every sign lining up, though it's definitely not confirmed yet since I have yet to get a place to get diagnosed officially,, it's kinda hard at this time y'know!

Alright, onto the actual good bits!

General personality traits I have, regardless of who I am around:

Generally, I'd consider myself kind! I care for others needs more than mine and tend to forget about myself a lot- but hey! Others say that I'm easy to talk to!

I generally have a problem with taking things seriously! I dunno I just?? Can't get into the mindset of being serious when I need to be? Like I can't relate man-

Another problem is that I maaaaay bottle up my emotions a lot and then tell people not to do that like a dumbass lmao

Aaand I also am a lousy multitasker- Like I cannot concentrate on more than one thing- especially auditory things! So if I'm doing something it's gonna take like 10 tries to get my attention by just talking-

And lastly, I'm very impulsive! Like impulse spending included- if I think something is funny I'm doing/buying it. No questions asked.

Ok and now specific things:

How I act in public differs a lot from how I act online!! I seem a bit quiet and withdrawn but in reality I'm just anxious and awkward and literally don't know what to say since physically interacting is EXHAUSTING- Well it's slightly to my advantage anyways since I can't talk a lot cuz otherwise my throat starts to hurt badly!

Thats- that's literally it really-

But online or around friends will be a lot more! I think!!

This is generally where I put a LOT of my energy! I'm, well, energetic and such, and I am also super super chaotic! It ties in with the impulse thing lol- if it's cursed IM MAKING IT. As long as it's appropriate of course!!

I love to joke around with friends and tease them about stuff, though I'll stop if they express their discomfort! Hopefully not in a way that looks like joking to me though because otherwise I'm gonna misunderstand- it's generally good to use tone indicators around me!

I express myself and my opinions a lot more, and will speak up if there's something that I don't think is right. At least when It's a small group and not a whole server-

Ok this wasn't a lot longer but that's ok??

Oh here are some of my kins if you need them:

• Sara Chidouin, B E A N I E M A N (weird combo I know but aha aha) -YTTD

• Hu Tao - Genshin Impact

• HERO - OMORI

Ok what else uhh

Hobbies!! I love to draw! I have been doing so for about 10 years now, and I'm not thinking of stopping anytime soon! 5 y/o me made the right choice to copy my sister with doing art as well >:)

I also love to play video games hehe- I prefer singleplayer, but I can do multi if I play with friends! Especially for stuff like Dead By Daylight- I'm not going in without at least one other person! That being said, my fav genres atm would probably be RPGs, Indies and horror! Horror doesn't give me the scares at all but it's amusing nonetheless!

I also really really love listening to music! I cannot go without it since I don't like it when theres a lot of people talking (either in general or to me)- my fav genre will always be Jazz

Pretty sure this should be all, please please take your time on this since it's long!! ★

hello!! you got it :]

for deltarune, you remind me of noelle holiday !! (I haven't played the new chp so this is all based off of what I remember from chp 1 lol) but she's super sweet, people oriented and friendly, but definitely more awkward generally (and especially around newer people) but this is mostly based off of vibes, if I'm honest !!

from cookie run, you remind me of pancake cookie !! they're a younger cookie, a little bit more childlike and wonderous, but enjoys playing with others and enjoys making new friends :] I really like them!!

from pokemon, I've decided to assign you both an actual pokemon and a character: for the pokemon, I think you remind me of the electric-type, emolga !! super cute and fun and a little mischievous!! and from pokemon swsh you remind me of Hop! he's really passionate and looks up to the people around him-- he's a bit bold and a little reckless at times, but he's very goal oriented and very personable!!

from danganronpa you remind me of aoi asahina !! she's super energetic and friendly, comes off as a little airheaded at times, but is really a sweetheart and loves taking care of others !!

I hope this was fun for you!! have a wonderful day!!

#mod angie; kin assigns!

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 27

Summary: The Pogues can’t seem to catch a break...

Taglist:

@jeyramarie @ma10427 @outerbongs @lonely-kermit @agirlwholovescoffee @iamaunicorn4704 @gviosca @jellyfishbeansontoast @lasnaro @justcallmesams @lopineapples @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid​ @tangledinsparkles​ @hurricane-abigail​ @eb15​

AU:Part 24 Part 25  Part 26 Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31

Note: Hope you guys enjoy! As always let me know what you guys think!

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I woke up to the sound of machines beeping, my eyes feeling heavy as I tried to open them. I looked around to see a hospital room, my leg was heavily bandaged, tubes running in and out of me, and the feeling of something heavy on my hand. I looked to the other side of me to see Kie holding my hand, Pope beside of her. JJ was nowhere in sight which worried me.

“Hey, how do you feel?” she asked, rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Sore, sleepy....where’s JJ?” I asked, concerned that he wasn’t right beside me. Kie looked at Pope, her expression somber. “Kie, where’s JJ?” I asked again, trying to sit up.

“We don’t know...” Pope said, my eyes widening.

“He went to go get you some other clothes...he never came back. I’ve called him and Pope has too, it goes straight to voicemail.” Kie said, brushing some hair out of my face.

“Where’s my phone, I’ll try.” I said, sitting up. My body protested, but I forced my muscles to cooperate. I called JJ, he picked up on the first ring.

“JJ? Where are you?” I asked worriedly.

“Angel, knew you’d be calling soon.” Barry said from JJ’s phone.

“Barry? Where’s JJ? What did you do to him?” I yelled, my heart monitor starting to beep from how fast my heart was going.

“You’ll get him back when I get my 25k Angel, he’s going to do some jobs for me. Not sure how pretty he’ll be when you get him back though in all honesty.” he said, I could hear yelling in the background.

“If you so much as harm a single strand of hair on his head Barry I’ll make sure you’re dead this time around.” I growled, gripping my phone tighter. 

“Clock’s tickin’ Angel, better start digging up some cash. I’ll let you say bye to your boy .” Barry said, I heard shuffling before I heard JJ’s voice.

“Hey sweets” JJ croaked, his voice rougher than usual.

“JJ! Don’t worry baby we’re coming to get you.” I said, tears rolling down my face.

“I’m so so sorry baby, please just stay home. I don’t want you to get hurt anymore than you already are. Please, don’t try to be a hero for me.” he said firmly.

“I already told you Maybank, I’m not going another day without you. It’s you and me until the end Blondie. Sit tight we’ll be there soon, I love you.” I said, telling Pope to go get a nurse.

“I love you, be careful.” he said, the line going dead right after. 

I put my phone down, staring at the wall. I saw Kie’s lips moving, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I ripped the covers off of me, swinging my legs off of the bed. I yanked the tubes and cords out of me, going to grab my clothes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kie shouted, trying to grab a hold of me. 

“I’m getting the fuck out of here Kiara, JJ is in trouble. Barry has him and is going to torture him until we find 25k. I’m not wasting anytime, we’re going to make a visit to the Cameron’s.” I said, limping to the bathroom.

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Pope pulled up to the Cameron’s, we parked by a house beside theirs so the van couldn’t be seen. I got out of the van, turning to look at my friends.

“Ok, I’m going to try and make it in and out in 30 minutes. Ward has to have some cash in his house somewhere.” I said.

“What about surveillance cameras? They’re bound to have those.” Kie said, her look telling me that she did not like this plan.

“Way ahead of you, I brought these mini pliers so I could cut the wires to their electrical box. I remember the last time we were here, the box was just outside of Sarah’s room.” I said, showing them my mini tool. Kie huffed, sitting back in her seat.

“I don’t like this...” she grumbled.

“I can’t just let Barry torture JJ Kiara! He’s in trouble!” I exclaimed, not understanding why she was so against this.

“He’s the one that got us in this mess in the first place!” she shouted, Pope putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Kie, this is not the time to-” Pope said.

“Shut up Pope!” Kie yelled.

“So it’s ok to help my brother get out of trouble, but now that JJ needs our help you just want to let him be tortured by a blood crazy drug dealer? Got it.” I said, giving a thumbs up.

“I’m just saying I don’t like that we have to resort to stealing money from someone to bail JJ out,” she sighed.

“Technically we’re stealing from someone who stole from us, so it evens out the playing field if you think about it.” Pope rambled.

“Thank you Pope!” I said, Kie rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. 

“You also just got out of the hospital, well, escaped from the hospital for being shot.” she said.

“I have to agree on those circumstances, you shouldn’t even be standing.” Pope said.

“Wish me luck,” I said, saluting them before taking off towards the Cameron’s house. 

It didn’t look like anyone was home, I didn’t spot any vehicles outside their home. Rafe’s bike wasn’t in sight either, this was a good sign. I ran to the side of the house where Sarah’s room was, locating the electrical box. I opened it, tearing the insides out until I could see all the wires connecting to the house. I snipped every single wire in sight, having to use more force with the bigger wires. After that, I climbed the side of the house until I was at the window. The window was surprisingly unlocked, so I slid myself in with ease. My leg screaming at me, I could feel the blood pumping in my leg. The pain excruciating, but I had to ignore it. I had to save JJ.

I listened to see if there was any noise in the house, straining my ears to pick up any sound. I tiptoed to the door, being careful on the creaky parts of the floor. I peaked out of the room, seeing no one on the second floor. I ran to Ward’s office, putting my ear against the door to check for any signs of someone being in there. I slowly peaked my head in, looking both ways before fully stepping in the office.

I looked around to see if Ward was dumb enough to have the safe somewhere obvious, hoping that he was so this would be easy. Nothing in my life was ever easy though. I started to feel anxious, the thought of Barry, and no doubt Rafe, hurting JJ. I hoped more than anything that I would find JJ in one piece, but I needed to focus. I started to tear the place apart, pulling on shelves and books, looking under furniture. 

I was starting to lose hope, until I looked back at the huge picture of Tanny. I had this feeling that I should look behind the picture. I walked over to it, running my fingers where I could reach. I heard a click, pulling back on the picture, and there it was. It was an eight digit code safe, seemed easy enough for me to guess. 

I went through all his children’s, wife’s, and even tried his birthday. Nothing. Just for sport I tried mine and John B.’s birthday, starting to get frustrated. I turned to his desk, going through a bunch of his files on The Royal Merchant. I looked for an eight digit number that could give me a clue to what the code might be. I froze when I found a picture.

It was a picture of him, Scooter, and my father. Then something clicked, I turned back and tried the date my father went missing. The safe beeped, a green light flashing, and it opened. I was exhilarated, finding wads and wads of cash. I shrugged JJ’s backpack off my shoulders, stuffing all the money I could into the backpack. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, my eyes widening at the message.

“GET OUT NOW! WARD AND RAFE ARE COMING IN!!!” from Pope. 

I shut the safe, carefully shutting the picture frame. I opened the door to see Rafe and Ward coming up the steps, thankfully they hadn’t heard me. I quickly shut the door back, looking for a place to hide. I saw the space between a bookshelf, making a mad dash to it. I wiggled myself in just as Rafe and Ward walked in. I held my breath as I watched them sit at his desk.

“I don’t remember leaving my stuff out like this,” Ward mumbled.

“Can you please just call the electrical company so we can get the WiFi back.” Rafe huffed, pacing around the room.

“Don’t you have better things to do Rafe?” Ward asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Ward, it looks like someone hacked at the electrical box! What is going on?” Rose asked.

“What? I’ll come take a look.” Ward sighed, all of them heading out.

I let out the breath I was holding, coming out of my hiding spot. I scurried to the door, watching them go down the stairs. I stepped out, going towards Sarah’s room.

“Hello little Pogue,” Rafe’s voice came from behind me. I jumped, spinning around.

“Rafe,” I gasped.

“Come back for more?” he asked, smirking at me. 

“I came for my money you son of a bitch” I sneered, taking off to Sarah’s room.

“Get back here!” Rafe yelled, chasing after me. 

I jumped out of Sarah’s window, hurrying down the ladder. I sprinted to the front of the house, ignoring the immense pain in my leg. Rafe came out of the front of the house just as I made it past the front steps, catching up to me. I pushed myself faster, waving my hands at the van.

“POPE DRIVE!” I screeched, making my legs move despite them screaming at me to stop. 

Kie opened the van as Pope took off, reaching out for my hand. I grabbed a hold of her, pulling myself in. Rafe was right behind me, grabbing the side of the door. Kie and I heaved at the door, the piece of shit getting stuck of course. Rafe tried to grab at me, I laid back and kicked my legs forward. I successfully got him in the chest, knocking him off the van. Kie and I got the door shut, both of us panting.

“Did you get it?” Pope asked, glancing back at us.

“I took the whole damn thing baby!” I cheered, showing the inside of JJ’s backpack. 

“Oh shit!” Kie smiled, high-fiving me.

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We were back at the chateau, getting everything ready to go find JJ. I called JJ’s phone again, Barry picking up.

“Angel, you got my money?” he asked.

“All of it, now where is he?” I spat.

“Calm down Angel, you’ll get your boy back in no time.” he said.

“What do you mean no time? I got your money that’s what you wanted!” I shouted, pacing around the room.

“I’m not done playing Angel,” he whispered, my heart dropped.

“Barry, that boy has suffered enough because of Luke! Let him go!” I yelled.

“You see Angel, I don’t take kindly to people stealing from me. I’ll let you know when you can have him back.” he laughed.

“BARRY!” I screeched, the line went dead.

“NO!” I wailed, throwing my phone at the wall. 

“What happened?!” Kie asked, coming to my side. Pope picked up my phone, bringing it to me. 

“He’s not letting JJ go, he said he’s not done playing with us.” I sobbed, both of them hugging me.

“We’ll figure something out, we always do.” Pope said, always trying to be the optimist in the most awful situations. 

“You’re right, we need to focus. We know where Barry lives right? Maybe we could go there and find a clue to where he’s keeping JJ.” I brainstormed, pacing around the living room.The front door opened, all of us turning to look. I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth falling open.

“Hi bubba,” John B. whispered.

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

McDanno, T, A03

Summary:  After Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away.  Picks up after the end of Season 10.

Notes:  This story is set in the present, following 10x22, but there’s no COVID in it.  I wanted it to be fun.  The story is complete and will be posted over the next few weeks.  Many thanks as always to my awesome beta, @perryavenue. And apologies in advance for any formatting errors on tumblr, I spent forever fixing it up for A03 and it probably won’t translate easily at this point!

Chapter 1

April 2, 2020

Group message:  Tani Rey, Junior Reigns, Lou Grover

TR:  You guys going over to Steve’s to say goodbye tomorrow?

 JR:  Yeah.  Still think we should have a party.

 LG:  The man’s had two parties and a lunch already – how many send offs does he need?

 JR:  I don’t know, he didn’t seem to like them very much.  Maybe he needs a better one.  With just us.

 TR:  He’ll be fine.  Plus, there’s not really any time left.

 JR:  What about tonight?  He’s not coming in today, right?

 TR:  He’s got plans, Junes.

 JR:  He does?  I thought he said he had work to do around the house?  We could bring pizza and beer, help him out.

 LG:  He’s got plans with Danny.

 JR:  Danny won’t mind the help – he’d be happier supervising, anyway.

 TR:  Lou, what are we going to do with him?

 LG:  No idea.  Nothing’s worked so far.

 JR:  Are you guys talking about me?  That’s not very cool.  At least fill me in.

 TR:  Sweet Junes, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not sure we can help.

 LG:  But bring that beer over to my place tonight, and I’ll do my best.

 TR:  I’ll bring chips.

  April 3, 2020

 JR:  Okay now I feel really bummed out.  Why did Steve leave Danny down on the beach like that?  We should have had a party.

 TR:  Chill, Junes, he’ll be ok.  He’s just sad.

 JR:  Do you mean Danny or Steve?

 LG:  Yes.

 JR:  But Steve is the one who decided to leave, he shouldn’t be sad – I don’t get it.

 LG:  It’s not a straightforward situation.

 TR:  Good one, Lou.

 JR:  I feel like I’m still missing something.

 TR:  Wouldn’t be the first time.

 JR:  Hey, should we add Adam to the text?  Because he’s standing over there petting Eddie and it feels kind of awkward that we’re all texting.

 TR:  Sure, Adam is definitely sort of not really barely on Five 0 these days… why not add Jerry while you’re at it?

 JR:  Okay.

 LG:  I think Tani was joking.  But we should add Danny and Steve, it’ll give us an easy way to keep in touch while Steve’s away.

 TR:  You think it’ll work?

 LG:  Look at that sad boy down there on the beach.  It couldn’t hurt.

 TR:  Sounds good.

 JR: …so should I add Adam or not?

  April 5, 2020

 JR has changed the name of the group text to Keeping in Touch with Commander McGarrett

 JR:  How’s your trip so far, Commander?

 SM:  No need to be so formal, Junior.  And good, thanks.  Ran into an old friend.

 TR:  Wow, so we’re going to start with that, are we?  You know Danny’s in the chat, right?

 DW:  How do you think Chin knew Steve’s flight info?

 TR:  Wait, so the old friend was Chin?

 SM:  Yeah, Catherine was surprised, too.  She thought I was going to Tahoe with her.  Not sure where she got that idea.

 DW:  Careful what you say, there are kids present.

 SM:  I didn’t say anything bad.

 DW:  You were thinking it.

 LG:  Not to change the subject or anything, but how are Abby and Sara doing?

 SM:  They’re great.  Sara’s adorable.  Smart as a whip, too.  

 DW:  You gonna stay in San Fran a while?

 SM:  Yeah, a week or two.  See the sights.  I hear they have some great Italian restaurants.

 DW:  Now you’re just being mean.

 SM:  Nothing could rival your lasagna, Danny.

 DW:  Aw, you’re forgiven.

 SM:  Anyway, thanks for giving Chin the heads up that I was coming, Danny.

 DW:  No problem.  Had to make sure you weren’t going to immediately start free climbing rock faces or something.  Need to at least let the jet lag settle.

 LG:  Say hi to the Kelly clan for me, will you?

 SM:  Of course.  Gotta go, Abby and Sara want to take me to Alcatraz.

 DW:  By boat, right?

 SM:  Danno, people swim away from Alcatraz, not to it.

 DW:  Leave it to you to start a new trend.

  <b>April 24, 2020</b>

 <i>JR has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>Keeping in Touch with Steve</b>

 SM:  Hey, just want to let you guys know that I’m going to be out of contact for a while.

 DW:  As opposed to the past few days, when you answered approximately 5% of my texts?

 LG:  You headed out into the woods?

 SM:  Desert, but yeah.  Gonna do some camping.

 DW:  Maybe you’ll see a bear.  Beat some sense into you.

 JR:  Are there bears in the desert?

 TR:  No, but there are snakes.  And spiders. Be careful, those things can be vicious.

 DW:  Yeah, careful is his middle name.

 JR:  What’s Danny so mad about?

 TR:  Not the time, Junes.

 DW:  I’m not mad, I just know how he is.  He’s probably hoping to see some snakes.  Maybe shoot a rattler, cook one over his campfire.

 SM:  I have no intention of shooting anything, I’m just going camping.

 DW:  Since when is going anywhere without shooting something fun for you?

 SM:  I’m not exactly here to have fun.

 TR:  Um, Steve, you okay?

 SM:  Signing off.  Talk to you guys later.  Give Eddie a hug for me, I miss that big guy.

  April 25, 2020

 TR:  Junes, you awake?

 JR:  Yes, are you?

 JR:  That was a joke, I know you’re awake, you texted me first.

 JR:  This is just a text between us, right?

 TR:  Yeah, it’s just us.  Lou and I are done with the stake-out, we handed it off to HPD.  Lou’s driving me home.

 JR:  Did you talk to him about Danny and Steve?  Danny seemed pissed in the group text.  What’s going on?  

 TR:  I tried, but if Lou knows what’s going on, he’s being unusually tight lipped.

 JR:  I wish Danny was back at work.  It’s weird with both him and McGarrett not there.

 TR:  He’s got at least another two weeks until his ribs heal enough to get cleared to return to active duty, at least that’s what he told me yesterday.

 JR:  Can’t he come back to headquarters, though?  I would have thought he’d want to come back, especially with him being in charge now.

 TR:  Temporarily in charge.

 JR:  Yeah, whatever.  Didn’t really sound like that when the governor stopped by, did it?

 TR:  I don’t know, Junior, I really don’t.  But Danny doesn’t really seem eager to get back to work.  Maybe he’s had it with us.

 JR:  With Five-0?  You think he’s gonna do the restaurant thing again?

 TR:  No, that was a disaster.

 JR:  Well, I hope Danny comes back to Five-0.  Otherwise Adam might think he’s got a permanent spot.

 TR:  You really don’t like Adam much, do you?

 JR:  I don’t know, he seems to have an explanation for everything.  But I don’t trust him.  Not like Steve and Danny.

 TR:  I miss them too.  But Danny’s around anytime you want to talk to him.  He whispered in my ear for two hours yesterday when I was questioning that record store owner who tried his hand at money laundering.

 JR:  But Steve’s been pretty out of touch.

 TR:  I think that was the idea of his trip.  It’s definitely going to be a long summer.

 JR:  You think Steve won’t be back until fall?

 TR:  That’s my bet.  September, refreshed and ready to go.  But I really don’t have a clue.  What do you think?

 JR:  Sooner than September, that’s ages, Tani.  Why does he need to be away so long?

 TR:  You’d have to ask him.

 JR:  Tani?

 TR:  Yeah?

 JR:  One more thing… I think we forgot to put Quinn in the text group.

 TR:  Shit.

 May 4, 2020

 LG:  Grace has got skills, Danny.  She’s beating Steve at his own game!

 TR:  Um, what are you talking about, Lou?

 LG:  Steve and Grace went surfing in L.A.  Big waves, too.  Didn’t you see the pics on Facebook?

 DW:  You’re showing your age, Lou.  Facebook is for old people.

 LG:  Grace posted on it, she’s not old.

 DW:  She only puts pics on there when she wants her parents and grandparents to see them.  They’re carefully curated.

 TR:  Why am I not Facebook friends with Grace?  I feel left out.

 JR:  Ditto.

 DW:  You should both feel free to friend her.  I’m sure she’d friend you back.

 TR:  I’ll look for her insta instead.  Probably get better stuff.

 LG:  Do you even know Grace?

 TR:  Rude.

 JR:  Ditto again.

 DW:  That’s the same thing.

 JR:  No, I’m actually saying ditto for the second time.

 LG:  This group text is more ridiculous than Grace’s sanitized Facebook page.  

 TR:  At least if Steve’s surfing we know he made it out of the desert.

 LG:  On a horse with no name.

 DW:  Now you really sound old.

 TR:  Dad joke alert.

 LG:  What’s wrong with dad jokes?  I am a dad, after all.  I’m quite proud of being a dad.  I deserve to make dad jokes.

 TR:  Try making better ones, at least.

 LG:  Danny, you’re a proud dad.  Back me up here.

 DW:  Proud, yes.  As uncool as you, no.  

 TR:  Settle down, you’re both old and uncool, no need to get worked up about it.

 DW:  Fine.  This old guy is staring at some very nice looking steaks, and was planning on lighting the grill soon.  Assuming you’re still willing to eat my food despite my advanced age.

 JR:  Tani and I are getting in the car now, we’ll stop for beer on the way. Jerry said he was coming, too, and bringing fruit salad with no pineapple, just for you.

 DW:  Yet another reason I like Jerry.  And did you guys talk to Quinn and apologize for not including her in the group text?

 TR:  I did, and she actually seemed relieved not to have to deal with us all outside of work.

 DW:  Seriously?

 TR:  No, of course not.  I already added her.  She’s on now.

 QL:  Hi guys.  Danny, thanks for inviting me.  I’m bringing margaritas and guac.

 DW:  See, already glad you’re in the chat.  Sorry Tani forgot you.

 TR:  I did not forget Quinn!  

 LG:  Tani has been suitably repentant, Danny, don’t worry.  And do put my name on two of those steaks - Renee made her special chocolate cake with mocha buttercream.  We’ll be there soon.

 DW:  Does your wife think I’m dying or something?  She only makes that cake when someone’s sick.

 TR has changed the name of the group text to Chocolate Cake For the Detective’s Soul

 TR:  Maybe she thinks it’ll make your ribs heal faster, so you can come back to work and make sure Lou doesn’t do anything stupid.

 DW:  Tani, not for nothing, but it’s not Lou I’m worried about.

 TR:  That building wasn’t that tall.  I landed in the pool, and apprehended the suspect on the way down.

 DW:  I rest my case.

#H50 #McDanno #Hawaii Five-O #H50 fic #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett #textfic

[thewhiterabbit42]

Out of the Dark

Part 8 of Home for the Holidays (Masterlist)

Summary: Sometimes being put in the dark forces you to reach for the light.

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/tags: fluff, slow burn, human Gabriel, cuddling for warmth, bed sharing, secret cuddles, mutual pining

Word Count: 4484

Special thanks to my wonderful beta @sumara62 and for @a-wing-and-a-pen for some thoughts and inspiration that made it into this part (but not THE thought we talked about lol).

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This was not how you imagined spending your time with him, huddling in front of a fire, wrapped in blankets, just trying to make it through the night without freezing to death.  

Your first instinct when the power had gone out was that something was wrong.  After a thorough check of the house (with Gabriel in tow because apparently staying put was not an option for him), you’d finally come to the conclusion it was the heavy snow that was responsible for the lights and not some uninvited guests.  

You’d still been tempted to put a line of salt in all the doors and windows, just to be safe.  He’d talked you out of that project in lieu of something much more fun involving the old board games you’d found in the basement and a freshly opened bottle of schnapps.  

“I can’t believe I’m drinking this straight from the bottle,” you winced, more at the way you could feel your integrity dissolving with each additional swig than from the taste.  

“Hang onto that bottle, sweet cakes, because B-8.”  He smirked triumphantly as you groaned, your last battleship sunk before you’d managed to even get two of his.  This time the face you made had everything to do with the copious amount of liquid you had to force down your throat and the fast approaching inebriation you could feel flooding your veins.

Why again had you thought it was a good idea to play anything strategic against someone who’d had thousands of years on you?  He’d probably been at every battle that ever made it into the history books as a tactical innovation.

You would have passed out before dinner if he hadn’t taken mercy on you and switched to the more chance based games, allowing you the opportunity to make him drink, finally.  By the time evening came, you landed in the pleasantly buzzed range, making it harder for you to resist those little subtleties of his.  The way his eyes would crinkle in the corner when you could get him to laugh or when you teased a real smile out of him. The shy way he’d drop his gaze when you made a particularly bold remark.  How he periodically would tuck his hair behind his ears making it curl even more at the ends and jut out in different directions.

You landed in the pleasantly buzzed range, making it harder for you to resist those little subtleties of his.  The way his eyes would crinkle in the corner when you could get him to laugh or when you teased a real smile out of him.  The shy way he’d drop his gaze when you made a particularly bold remark.  How he periodically would tuck his hair behind his ears making it curl even more at the ends and jut out in different directions.

It also made it difficult to detect when exactly the heat stopped working.  

That didn’t matter so much as when you could expect it to be fixed.  With the way the snow continued to steadily fall, the answer was not anytime soon.  The silver lining had been the gas stove and cans of soup you’d found stashed in your friend’s apartment, affording you at least a hot dinner, though the plentiful supply of alcohol certainly hadn’t hurt either.  

Gabriel’s eyes perused one of the few full cabinets in the house, and he simply gave you a look.  

“What?”  You asked, pulling down the spiced rum so you could get the hot apple cider started.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I think you might have a problem.”

You stared at him a second, before reaching across his body.  The movement brought you nearer, his breath ghosting briefly over your skin.  The warmth tickled at your nose, a sharp contrast to the chill that refused to let it go.  His eyes dropped curiously down, to what you weren’t sure, as you opened the cabinet next to him revealing a plethora of hot chocolate, candy, and other sweet treats.  

“You were saying?”  You took a step back, folding your arms over your chest.  

He took one look at his stash before casually closing the door.  “Forget I said anything.”

You glanced over at him, watching the firelight flicker over his features.  Gold became saturated with orange tones, painting it closer to bronze. The shadows that danced in tandem with these lively colors made his profile even more striking than before.  You weren’t conscious of the snapshot forming in your mind, or how this moment would become one of many memories that would bring a smile to your face years later, only that, for a brief moment, you felt a sense of awe and appreciation.  

You could still see it, that unmistakable infiniteness that had always accompanied his presence.  Before, it had only ever been something your instincts had grasped at, something you knew was inherent in him.  In this moment, it was tangible, radiating along warmth saturated hues until he almost glowed.  

He reminded you of dusky sunlight during a late Indian summer, and you wondered, would he feel just as pleasant on your skin if you reached out and touched him?

That should have been your first clue that maybe now was a good time to stop drinking.  

He had grown quiet again, retreating back into this thoughts.  You could see him wavering on the edge of staying present and withdrawing fully.  You wondered what it was that beckoned to him in his mind.  Was it shades of the past that still haunted him?  Were there glimmers of light that helped offset the dark?  The more present he remained, the more curious you found yourself, though both of those things came with its own set of drawbacks.  Like you staring and him actually noticing.  

“What?”  He glanced sideways at you and you froze.  

“I was just - I was wondering...” your sudden loss of mastery over the English language should have been your second sign to put your drink down.  The third and most telling indication was how dangerously close you were to blurting out do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?  

“...how are you hands?”  You finished lamely, earning yourself a high arching sweep of his brow.  Your cheeks exploded with heat and you casually tried to hide it behind your mug.  It was the wrong move.  The large swallow of apple cider delivered another hefty dose of rum to your system, and you could feel your head beginning to swim.

“For starters, they’re down here,” he wiggled his fingers along his cup for emphasis, his eyes twinkling.  “But, you tell me, doc.”   

He set down his drink before holding out both palms for inspection.  You put your cider aside, and as your fingertips touched his, a spark of something leapt out through the contact, making you question whether or not he really did have some residual celestial energy kicking around.  

Your heart skipped, its cadence thrown off by the ensuing shockwaves that skittered through you.  You swallowed, trying to ignore your body’s response as you looked him over. The rawness was completely healed, but you couldn’t help but notice how dry his skin was.  You unconsciously brushed over a spot between his thumb and forefinger that looked cracked, and you resolved to find something to help with that in town tomorrow.

When you felt how cold his fingers were, you couldn’t help but frown.

The whole reason you had taken him here was not to keep him safe, but so he could also be comfortable.  He didn’t need to run from motel to motel, never fully rested, living off cheap rooms and even cheaper food.  You wanted more for him, better, and you had yet to deliver it.  

“I’m sorry it’s been so miserable here,” you told him quietly.

His hands closed around yours, giving them a light squeeze.  “Don’t worry about it, kid. I can think of worse places to be.”

You snorted.  He was probably used to lavishness and luxuries beyond your wildest imagination.  How could this be ok on top of everything else he’d suffered?

His fingers eased out from beneath yours and he hooked one under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I mean it.  I’d rather be here.”  Gold grew bright with something you didn’t understand and a surge of heat and shyness swelled up within you.  Your cheeks began to glow, almost as bright as your chill-kissed nose.  You couldn’t escape his stare, though you weren’t sure you wanted to as ripples of copper reflected back in your direction, taking on a vibrancy that had been absent since his return.    

“You deserve better.”  The emotions you tried to contain bled out through your words and the entire world suddenly stilled as you watched amber grow more intense than you’d ever experienced.  You could have rationalized it as a trick of the firelight, except when everything lurched back to life there was an additional brightness in his eyes, as if some of the tarnish had been scrubbed away.   

“You know what you deserve? To be warm.”   He held out his arm, opening up his blanket and offering you a spot inside.  You hesitated, mind whirring as you considered his offer.  “Come on, Rudolph, I don’t bite.  But I do get cold now, so the offer is time-sensitive.”  

You had never figured out when the exact shift had happened, but somewhere along the way, you had begun to dream of these moments when you had an excuse to be near him.  You looked forward to the next time he might move just a little too close. He rarely ever made contact, the time you used him as a pillow a rare opportunity that never presented itself again.  So you made a game of it, seeing just how close you could get without touching him, and for awhile, that had been enough.

When you found yourself preoccupied with the thought up upping the ante, you knew something had changed.  

Even your brother had noticed, but you had never allowed yourself to admit it, let alone act on it.  Gabriel had always seemed so far out of your league. Now, he was completely on your level, sitting right there, and motioning for you to get your ass in gear and get under his arm already.

“Clock’s ticking…”  He shook the blanket for extra emphasis.  

Why the hell not.

Little did you know the alcohol had nothing to do with that decision.  It simply removed your uncertainties from the equation, giving you a freedom you had never allowed yourself.   

You slipped out from beneath your blanket, scooting yourself next to him.  As quick as you were to seize the opportunity, you found yourself still unable to fully cross the line.  Coward you chided as you left a respectable gap between your bodies.  

You expected him to drape his cover around you, leaving your shoulders to touch and nothing more.  The flutter of your heart accelerated as his arm wrapped around you, easing you closer.  

“Like I said, sweet tart, I don’t bite.”  His eyes sparkling as he tucked you against his side.  Conflicting warmths spread through his touch.  One was born of comfort, a simple feeling of contentment suffusing through you.  The second spoke of other basic things, of urges and embers with the potential to burn so hot they might sear through your very being if left uncontained.  

In the end, the former won out, combined with the calm from the morning that had never fully receded.  

The peace that settled over you was even greater than before, and there was something about Gabriel holding you that made all the difference.  

“Better?” His voice was a quiet murmur, as if reluctant to break the silence with even a single word.  

“Yeah,” you replied just as softly, resting your head against his as feeling began to return to all the different places the cold had invaded.  

***

There was so much he wanted to tell you, he just had no idea where to begin.  

“One cluster at a time…”  You told Dean, the look on your face suggesting you were full up as it was and this was the last thing you needed.  

Did he start by saying he understood just how much of a cluster he was?  

He knew now that you hadn’t been talking about him, but it didn’t change the fact he still was one.  As an archangel he’d been fierce, and beneath the snark and mischievous antics had lain a dauntless opponent few could match.  Without his grace, however, he was just another human.  Vulnerable.  Weak.  Helpless in comparison to what he once was.  

How any of you could stand this existence was beyond him.  

He was sensitive to everything, the slightest stimulation having the potential to send him into overdrive.  He was constantly on the verge of drowning, the basic shift from hot to cold overwhelming in and of itself.  Feeling everything acutely through his vessel made him realize, it was no longer just a host. It was him, and the endless questions of how that could even be possible were just as daunting as learning to live with the constant influx of sensory information.

He couldn’t dwell on it, however.  He had more important things to worry about.  Like the demons that had tracked him almost immediately upon his return, forcing him to seek out the Winchesters, or the fact that he was now one hundred percent, undeniably human.  

He was going to have to have a word with his father about that one, though it was usually only the colorful ones came to mind.  

You hadn’t batted an eye so far.  You hadn’t question his miraculous return.  You didn’t seem bothered by his irritating ineptness, and you weren’t the slightest bit ruffled by the danger he posed, not that you had ever considered your personal safety when it came to helping others.  If there was a job to be done, you just did it, and it was something he’d always admired in you.

He wanted to tell you how much he appreciated that you even came.  There weren’t many beings that would be willing to stick their neck out for him.  Mostly, he wanted to thank you for not treating him like a burden you couldn’t wait to be rid of.

“She’ll take him,” Dean clapped.  “And she only hung up on me twice this time.  A win all around.  One ticking time bomb is more than enough for us to deal with.”

“Dean… they’re both human,” Sam reminded, trying to impart something far more within that statement than his brother was capable of receiving.  

“Yeah, well, one of them isn’t our problem anymore.”

You had never treated him like a nuisance.  He often told himself that’s why he preferred to visit you and your brother, because you didn’t demand to know why he was there or look at him like he had some ulterior motive.  True, he often had one, but it was never as nefarious as everyone seemed to think.  Entertainment.  Gratification.  Debauchery.  All tied together with the occasional sprinkling of just desserts when the mood struck.  Life had been simple.  

Then you came along.  

He wanted to tell you that, too, but how could he put into words something he barely understood?  You were the monkey wrench in my grand design to fuck my way through existence without actually giving any seemed a bit inadequate.   How could he explain all the subtleties and complexities it took for you to even convince him to stand up to his family without ever asking him to?  

Maybe that was why his father had gifted him with this condition.  Because it hadn’t been the greater good that had moved him from inaction, but the thought of one woman (and her annoyingly attached-at-the-hip sibling) and what would become of them should his brothers decide to duke it out with the world as their arena.  

He couldn’t admit any of it, but after everything that had happened, there was too much staring him in the face to deny it.  

He lay on his back, eyes vacantly staring up into a darkness that didn’t exist, at least not on this plane.  Something broke through, snapping him back to reality.  He turned his head, blinking, as the sounds of your whimpering finally registered.  

“N...n...n…”  You mumbled, your body twitching.  

He knew you occasionally had nightmares.  He’d watched them play out before, fingertips brushing your temple as he short-circuited the way your brain was firing, guiding it toward more pleasant paths.  The satisfied sighs and little half-smiles he’d glimpse always made him wonder what exactly it was you dreamt about.    

He couldn’t do that anymore, leaving him floundering and flustered.  He almost woke you, but rethought that decision when he recalled the time you summoned him to heal your brother’s nose, only to find out you’d been the one to break it when he’d tried to rouse you from a nap.  

He watched your fist curl tightly on top of the sheets and swallowed.  Maybe there was something he could use.  Something that extended.  Preferably several feet in length.

He gave up that line of thought when he realized the only thing at his disposal was an iron poker.  The grief you would give him if you woke up to that. He could hear you now: Do you poke all the girls in their sleep with your rod, or just the lucky ones?

No, no, he definitely didn’t need that.  Not when he had a hard enough time countering your remarks as it was.   

Your soft noises turned to cries, his desperation for a solution increasing as you began to struggle.   

“N...No!”  It was your anguish that finally broke him, forcing him to act.  He rolled over, wrapping his arm around you as he settled your back against his chest.  

“Shhhhh,” he soothed.  “It’s ok.  It’s not real.”

Only whatever it was had to be.  He could feel you splintering apart, your body succumbing to a series of sobs.  Each shudder that rippled through you was another piece that fell away and he held you tighter, hoping to somehow reach you.  

“Come back to me, sweet tart.  Come back…”

He had felt so conflicted at first, as though what he was doing was somehow wrong because you didn’t know what was happening.  On some level, you heard him.  Slowly you’d relaxed, but he knew just how easy it was to trick a person’s body against them, especially if the mind was absent.  

He didn’t want that to be the case, but he didn’t know how to express his desire to comfort you in ways that went beyond the moment, to erase the emptiness that echoed in your eyes, and he certainly didn’t know how to promise you he would be there when he had no way of controlling that now.  

He knew how to hold you, however.

He had an idea what the dreams were about.  There were a few different names that you’d call out, but more often than not it was your brother’s.  He wanted to tell you he was sorry, that Tony hadn’t deserved it, whatever it was. Unpleasant, he assumed, and he often wondered if it was worse imagining what happened or actually knowing now that he was human and had all these new sensations and feelings to deal with.

Some of which had Gabriel realizing how much he’d liked the kid, even if Tony had been the biggest pain in the ass for never giving him a moment alone with you.  

It never seemed to be the right time for any of it.  Anytime the words would make it to the tip of his tongue, they always seemed inadequate.  So he continued to swallow them, but the more he did, the more he found them vying for release in other ways.  

He thought his senses were sharp before, but he was just comprehending how blunted they had been, so much of the world lost because he experienced everything down to the most basic molecules all at once.  Now, when he woke up with your scent lingering on him, there was nothing other than that teasing at his senses. The memory of your hair tickling his face had him craving the next time he’d be able to fold himself around you.  The heat of your body against him, of it curled around him when his own demons came to visit made it that much colder and emptier when you both returned to your respective side of the bed.

He thought he knew what being hooked was like.  Sweets. Sex. Anything that brought pleasure or satisfaction in some form or another.  He never seemed to be able to resist any of it. But now he wanted so much more.

He was slowly losing control, unable to resist exploring what other things were like.  

He came up behind you, using the simmering cider as an excuse to casually cage you between his arms as he leaned over your shoulder and inhaled.  

…

He could feel the intoxication, his exterior melting away to his more basic impulses.  Using the bathroom as an excuse, he snuck into the fridge, his hands closing eagerly around his prize as he pulled a can of whip cream out and gave it a good shake.   He squirted a steady stream into his mouth, his eyes closing to savor the deliciousness that enveloped his taste buds.  

“You know, the great thing about being an adult is not having to make excuses so you can eat whip cream,” you drawled.  His eyes opened wide, caught, and you smirked as you took the can from his hand.  You, too, were feeling the rum’s effects and you squeaked as you overfilled your mouth, sending some dribbling down the front of your chin.  

Without thinking he reached out, his finger wiping it at a slow, seductive pace.  He had enough sense to resist offering it to you, although the desire to know how your mouth would feel around anything of his almost overpowered any decency he had.   Instead, he popped it between his lips, enjoying the curious blush that rose in response, splashing a subtle shade of pink across your cheeks he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

He made a note to see what other things could make that color appear.  

The moment he got a taste of something, he found it hard to resist going back for more.  It wasn’t just true of sensory experiences.  

This morning when you mentioned growing up in this part of the country, he wished he had the courage to ask you all those questions he never had.  What was your life like before?  Did you remember your parents? What made you become a hunter?

He noticed you were different, and he found himself wondering what it was about this particular morning that made it so.  He needed to know what had woken you from that flat, distant look, as if you were walking around with part of you permanently asleep.  He wanted to know how to keep putting the color back into your cheeks and what made you susceptible to smiles, the real kind and not the too thin pull of your lips when you tried to convince him you were fine.

Whatever it was, he hoped it continued.

You looked so different now.  Everything seemed faded: from the dullness of your hair to the ghostly pallor of your skin, to the listless eyes that used to hold such radiance within them.  It was like someone had snuffed the light right out of your soul.  

You didn’t smile as often as you used to, but when you did, it lit up your face in ways that did things to him.  Things he hadn’t had to ever worry about, like his heart skipping beats or suddenly forgetting how to breathe.  He found his brain less apt to formulate those quick, witty responses you were used to, instead stuttering over his thoughts, especially when it came to any sort of innuendo.  

Before, you had intrigued him.  Who was this curious little human with the backbone to want to take on the devil and the compassion to never pressure another to do the same?  Now, he felt obsessed.  He wanted to know everything and anything, starting with what he had missed so he knew what to make up for.  He had made so many mistakes across so many millennia, and yet he’d never felt the remorse that he did now when he thought about how he’d left you and your brother alone.  

He wanted you to know how much he hated being alone, that it was his worst experience so far.  Even the shower was a conflicting mass of comfort and dread.  He loved the feel of warm water against his skin, of how it seemed to wash away more than just the sweat and dirt from his body.  Only it couldn’t get rid of the voices that intruded in the absence of others.  

It was strange, not hearing his family’s chatter in the back of his mind.  He might have run from them, but he never completely shut them out. It made him feel even more isolated and empty than before.  Their absence gave way to something else. Something he knew wasn’t real. It came from deep inside of him, whispering on the edge of his awareness.  Whatever it wanted wasn’t good, and it often triggered his doubts and insecurities, allowing them to worm their way further into his thoughts.

He wanted to tell you how much of a difference you made just being there, how your presence chased that darkness away, and how you made all the difference at night when you held him (and yes, that he knew you were doing it).   Your touch was the only thing that seemed to drive that emptiness out completely, making him feel like he was something again.  Real.  

He didn’t want to just say how much he appreciated the way you took care of him, how you paid attention to the little things so you knew what he liked, or how you could tell he was so chilled he needed a shower.  That he wanted to show you.  Only he found it much more difficult when he couldn’t simply snap what he needed into existence.

For whatever reason, he had been given a second chance.   A twisted and slightly perverse one, , but it was one nonetheless.  He wanted to make the most of it, he just didn’t know how.

You shifted against him, a pleased sigh escaping as you resettled yourself within the crook of his arm.  He pulled the blanket up around you, the broken heat giving each of you an excuse to abandon your separate sides and take up residency in the middle.  Your arm stretched up, palm settling on his chest.  His heart skipping slightly as if drawn to it and he wondered if you were even aware of what you were doing.  

He placed his hand over yours, listening to your breath even out as you fell back asleep.  Contentment flowed through him and the last thought he had before drifting off was he may not know what he was doing, but this seemed like a good place to start.  

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I. Little (1.4)

Out of breath once again Kev loses the race home to Chiron’s front door.

Kev: You going back home already it ain’t dark yet. Come on let’s go to my house play the game. Chiron: Nah… I’ll be right back iight stay here.

Chiron quietly opens the door he knew his mom could only be doing two things sleep, or entertaining company who she show him off , and brag about him. Either way he didn’t want to be by Paula.

Chiron tiptoes and slowly closes the door behind him. Chiron looks around a bit for any sign of Paula. Her cigarette still lit upon the ashtray. But she isn’t laid on the couch where he last saw her.

Chiron rushes off to his bedroom. He hears noises across the hall coming from his Momma’s bedroom. He leans in for a sec. To listen in radio is playing old school r&b love songs. A man’s voice along with his mother’s. Chiron sighs and proceeds to his bedroom grabs his dollar he had hidden behind his headboard. He always had to find new hiding places from his mother. She hated him keeping money from her. She’d take it away, but he never saw it again.

Chiron was good at keeping secrets seeing as he never really had much to say.

Chiron tiptoes back into the hall as he hears his mother room open he makes a dash for the front door.

Paula: CHIRON keep you Little ass outside boy!

Chiron heads out the front door. Slamming it shut.

Chiron scares Kev who was unable expectedly relaxed again the wall.

Chiron: Damn! Kev: wassup Little?

Chiron out of breath.

Chiron:…Nothing. come on.

Kev: I’m tired man.

Kev and Little walk along. Chiron reaches in his pocket to fish out the dollar. Shows it of to Kevin.

Chiron: Candy lady? Kev nods.

The candy lady of the neighborhood lived closer to Kev’s house.

Kev knocks on the door.

Kev: Now and Later, Lemon heads, & mike& ikes plz…thank you.

Kev grabs the candy after Chiron pays the dollar. Kev races off to his house 4 doors away. Kev lived with his Big Mama. He was the youngest of 4, well 5 if you count his cousin Ricky. He had 2 brothers & a sister. He had a big family. Chiron was an only child, at times it felt like his mom didn’t even want him. She’d never want more kids.

Kev looks back at Little. Kev: You coming?… Little: yeah

Kev never really talk about his parents.

Kevin escorts Chiron inside.

Kev: Nanny!…Big Mama!..me & my friends going to play the game!…NANNY!

Kev’s grandmother emerges from the kitchen.

Big Mama: Boy! Stop yelling in my house. Kev smiles and hugs her.

BigMama: Mhmm boy I’m not fooling wit you. Dinner gon be ready soon. Mhmm I know you got some candy. buttering me up.

Kev: not a lot! Big Mama: Kevin! You heard now…

Big Mama turns to greet Little.

Big Mama: and who little boy is you. Kev: Nanny that’s Chiron. My friend Little remember…? Big Mama: Kev hush. He can speak. And that ain’t what I asked him. Who ya Momma? Chiron: Paula.

BigMama: I used to run a daycare here. Before your Momma moved out here. Watched just about everybody kids. So I know everybody. She still nursing?

Chiron nods. Chiron: Yes Ma'am.

BigMama: Kevin I like this boys manners. He can come over here anytime. Teach yall some. Kev: Okay Nanny, Can we go play now?.

Big Mama glares at Kev.

Kev: I mean…May we please go play? Big Mama smiles and nods. Little staying for dinner?

Kev: yes Ma'am.

Kev leads Chiron into the back room.

Kev: Come on…my brother just got Mario Bros.

Kev sets up the game console. Grabs the controllers.

Kev: Little, why you was in trouble today? Chiron: huh. What you mean?

The two talk as they start a random level on the game eyes focused on the TV.

Kev: ya moms said you was in trouble before you had came out to play. Chiron: Oh, nothing.

Chiron didn’t feel right to tell Kev about Tarell, Vic & em boys. And yesterday til this morning. He’d have to explain why he didn’t come home. Him mom worrying getting mad. The reason he did it on purpose.

Kev: nothing? I’m gonna get it out of you anyways. You mind as well tell me…

Kev pauses the game to show some sincerity. Little smiles.

Chiron: It’s too long of a story.

Kev unpause the game.

Kev: ok…you gonna tell me.

Chiron shakes his head and smiles to himself.

Kev hands Chiron the bag of candy.

Chiron wasn’t really a big candy eater. On Halloween. He mostly gave away his candy to the neighbors kids who weren’t allowed to trick or treat because of their beliefs.

Chiron suddenly realize he’s in Kev’s and Ricky’s room.

Ricky was about 12 years old. So he had to share a room with Kev. Kev’s other siblings were too old. Shaun & Shaneice were Twins, Shaneice being the only girl had her own room. Trevor & Shaun shared a room before Trevor went to University full scholarship playing football.

Kev: Little you gon play or what?

Chiron focus his attention back on the TV.

Kev’s cousin Ricky walks in the room.

Ricky: Kev get out I gotta study. Kev: Nerd. Ricky: Stupid. Kev: Little. Ricky. Ricky: sup man. Chiron: hi

Ricky grabs his books & heads to the dining room table.

Kev:That’s my cousin but i call him my other brother. You don’t talk much Little. Why you so quiet all the time?

Chiron shrugs. Chiron: got nothing to say. Kev: it’s cool, we still boys.. Kev playfully nudges Chiron’s shoulder. You can talk to when you find stuff to say.

The boys continues the game.

Big Mama: Boys come on eat!

Kev & Chiron had been smelling Nancy’s delicious food since they burst through the front door. Both excited to eat her sweet delicious meal. The rush to the bathroom to wash they’re hands.

Kev: Bet you to the table… Chiron:you too slow Chiron stomach growls from hunger he realize he hadn’t eat since the morning with Teresa & Juan. Kev: Man you hungry or something..? You can go first.

The two walk to sit at the dining room table. Both mesmerized by the delicious aromas. Fried chicken, Mac'n Cheese, candied yams, ham, green beans & carrots, cornbread & for dessert Nanny’s Banana Pudding.

Chiron had never seen so much delicious food. Paula didn’t really know how to cook as well as Nanny. Chiron didn’t even see as much good food on Thanksgiving.

Kev: Little close your mouth you drooling.

They both shared a laugh as the the rest of Kev’s siblings joined the table.

Shamrock Kev’s only sister, beautiful Carmel skinned typical boy crazed teen girl.

Big Mama: i see you on my house phone again. Shaneice sighs. Big Mama: Gurl!!! Shaneice dinner time! Shaneice: Mhmm gurl, imma have to call you lata… Bye. Ricky: girls! Shaneice smacks Ricky upside his head. Ricky: OW! Big Mama: cut it, yall hush.

Shaneice looks over at Kev.

Shaneice: hey baby bro when did you get here?…? Kev: I walked past you when i came in the house Neicy. Shaneice: you did?….oh. hi! Who’s your friend?

Chiron sits quietly swinging his legs in the chair. Kev: Little thats my big sis Shaneice but we call her Neicy. Chiron smiles and waves hello. Shaneice: he don’t talk?… Kev laughs. Kev: Not much. Chiron: Hello. Shaneice gushes over him. Shaneice: aww Little you’re so cute. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker when you get older, watch. Chiron blushes of embarrassment as all eyes of the room studies him. Chiron:Thank you! Shaneice: You’re welcome. Big Mama: and he has manners too.

Kev smiles and nudges Chiron again. Kev: ay stay away from my sis…..I’m her protector.

Shaneice: Mmm Nanny this looks amazing as always. Big Mama: thank you baby!

Ricky reaches over to grab the serving plate of fried chicken. Big Mama: Grace! Boy!. Ricky:Sorry Nanny.

Chiron didn’t say grace at home. Kev grabs his hand Little didn’t care what he had to do for grace as long as Kev never let his hand go.

Chiron looks around at the collectively joined hands closed eyes and bowed heads. As Ricky starts to lead prayer. Ricky:thank you Lord for this delicious food…. Chiron peeks his eyes open a bit to looking around the room. He snickers as he sees Kev peeking back at him. Kev squeezes Chiron’s hand as Ricky finishes the grace With a collective Amen.

Kev still holding Chiron hand for a little longer. Reaches over to Ricky’s plate to steal his price of chicken. The two snicker again as Ricky realizes his now empty plate.

Ricky: Funny!

They fill their plates with the delicious food selection. And begins to eat.

BigMama: Shaneice where in the world is Shaunie? Shaneice: I don’t even know Nanny…I think he went to Michael’s house or something. Big Mama: ok…Chi Chi- Shaneice and Kev: CHIRON! Nanny Big Mama: l know his name…how you like the food baby?

Chiron: It’s great, thank you Ma'am. BigMama: you’re a polite young man Chiron, I like that. You can call me Big Mama or Nanny, Whatever you'd like. Okay? Chiron nods. Chiron: okay.

Kev: Nanny must like you, because she don’t let kids around the neighborhood call her That. Big Mama: Not that little Badass boy Tarell or that sneaky Vic & ‘em. They act like they don’t have no home training. But I keep them in my prayers. I pray for all yall. Especially living out here something always going on.

Chiron smiles at Nanny. Chiron: I like it here. Kev smiles at Nanny and Shaneice.

Kev: yeah, this is the most you’ve spoken to anyone else besides me. Big Mama: I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself here. That food got you to talkin. huh? Chiron nods as everyone at the table laughs along.

The family finishes the rest of their meal. Kevin & Chiron help collect dishes from the table for Nanny.

Big Mama: You’re a good influence on Kev. Kev stick around this one. Kev: he's alright Nanny!…she finna kidnap you from home Little. Keep you as her child.

Eventhough Chiron knew it was only a joke. He knew he didn’t mind being kidnapped away from his life at home.

Kev:Nanny I’m gonna walk Little home real quick. Big Mama: Shaneice walk them boys halfway. Kev: aww Nanny, Neicy walk too slow… Big Mama: She's is your big sister let her look after the both of you.

Kev rolls his eyes Kev: fine!

Chiron face dropped at the thought of going back home. Big Mama walks over to him give him the warmest Grandma hug he’s ever had. BigMama: you come back now Chiron, you hear? Chiron: yes Nanny.

Chiron follows Kev outside Shaneice already waiting for them.

Kev: Nanny love her some Chiron… Little? Kev whispers Why was you in trouble wit your moms?

Chiron: I didn’t come home lastnight. Kev paused in his footsteps. Kev: You what!? Chiron: I came home this morning. A little before you came for me. Kev: you brave. Nanny would’ve gave me a sore behind. Where was you at? Chiron stays silent. Kev: So you not gon tell me.

As they walked along the way they looks back for Neicy she was on her cellphone further behind.

Chiron: ok if i tell you don’t tell anyone. Kev: i can keep a secret… Chiron: i was at Juan’s house. Kev:….Juan…juan?…OG Juan? Chiron nods. They both continue to walk along. Kev: That’s crazy. Too crazy. What you do there? Chiron: nothing special met his girlfriend. Watched a movie, ate dinner, slept woke up ate breakfast, came home. Kev: Why? Chiron: why what? Kev: why didn’t you go home? Chiron: that’s a longer story.

Neicy shouts Neicy: Kev… ay yall hurry up. Kev: ALRIGHT! Come on Little let’s just run to your door.

They both pace themselves as they run to Chiron’s front door.

Kev: alright man, tell me more later. Chiron reaches to give Kev dap. To his surprise Kev refuses and hugs him instead. Chiron smiles. Chiron: Ok! Bye kev! As he enters his front door.

Chiron walks in slow not to disturb Paula. Chiron peeks around into every room. So far still no sign of Paula.

Chiron goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. When he hears a slam at door. Chiron cautiously opens the front door to see his Momma Paula passed out in the entrance of the doorway.

The only thing he could think to do is pull her body the rest of the way inside the house. Chiron struggles as he pulls Paula’s limp body inside. He places his ear to her chest to search for her heartbeat. He felt her hand rubbing his head.

Paula: Chiron you helping your Momma out.

Chiron had seen his momma like this once before a while back. It was after a 4th of July cookout at hi Nana Joyce house. The next morning his momma and Nana Joyce got into it. He remembered the loud screams very vividly. They don’t talk much anymore.

Chiron grabs a pillow from the couch place it under Paula’s head and cover her in her granny’s favorite quilt. Gave her his fresh glass of water.

Chiron bathe & dressed for bed. Peeking in on Paula one last time. Paula now sleep under their dining table. Nowhere Leg resting upon the seat of course moving her wouldn’t be any easier. He decides to leave her there. He turns off the list & goes to bed.