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Smoke Eater - Part 7

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

AN: So I don't know why it takes me exactly seven chapters to get to the smut, but so far that's three different series where that's happened. 😂 (Never Say Goodbye, Break Me Down, and now Smoke Eater. Go figure! 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Word Count: 6,200 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smutty smut and baking shenanigans, tinge of angst.

Part 7: “Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle”

You liked Dean’s apartment. It was on the second floor out of three, and a modest, clean, comfortable space.

Though overall it felt very “dude bro” in décor. You supposed that made sense, considering it was just Sam and Dean living here.

And while you still hadn’t met Sam (he was working late tonight), it gave you a chance to do something you’d been very much looking forward to doing with Dean…

“Not for nothin’, this is probably one in three of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth,” said Dean.

True to his word, his mouth was full. You giggled as a flake of pasta spewed from his mouth.

“Oh really? Makes me curious about the other two,” you said mischievously. And you handed him a napkin to blot his face.

You sat across from him in the small dining room adjacent to the kitchen. The table itself was barely big enough to fit in the space, feeling more like a nook than a room, but it sat three people. That was usually enough for Sam and Dean, and occasionally Eileen when she came over.

Dean chuckled, his brows dancing. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out.”

Your face warmed at that, despite your amusement. You had made dinner, for which Dean had been more than enthusiastic.

“You mean I get an actual chef making me food? Sign me the hell up,” he’d teased.

Never mind that you weren’t an actual chef. You had focused on patisserie in culinary school. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he’d devoured two servings of salmon and fettucine alfredo, even down to the steamed broccoli. You had to admit, it warmed you inside to see him enjoy your food.

You’d promised to cook for him last week, and he hadn’t let it go until both your schedules opened up enough for you to come over.

He now hummed in satisfaction as he finished off the last bite on his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

“Thanks for this, sweetheart. I needa have you around here more often,” he said, tossing you a grin.

You smiled back. “It’s my pleasure.”

It wasn’t the first time Dean had invited you over to his apartment, but for the life of you, you didn’t know why it had taken you so long to accept.

…Well, okay, you did know why. You were reluctant to leave your grandfather alone, potentially all night. But George had been adamant about you going out for as long as you wanted, on the promise that he’d check in every few hours until he went to bed.

“Okay, ready for dessert?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean said. He still thought about those cookies you brought to the firehouse, almost a month ago already.

Damn, has it really been that long? he thought as he helped you collect the dishes from dinner. He followed you into the kitchen, where you already knew the lay of his land.

Sam couldn’t cook for shit, so it usually fell on Dean to be the figure of culinary expertise. But he had no problem making way for you, especially if you were going to look over your shoulder and wink at him like that.

“Good, because you’re going to help me,” you informed him.

Dean’s smile grew. “All right…what did you have in mind?”

While he started on the dishes in the sink, you hauled out even more ingredients from a big grocery bag you’d brought and stored in the refrigerator. He watched you out of the corner of his eye and spotted lemons, among other things.

“Lemon drizzle cake,” you replied. “One of my grandma’s recipes. I just need a mixing bowl and a cake tin.”

“Good, because we’re not very Betty Crocker in this place. Let’s just say my kitchen tools are limited,” he said, raising a brow at you. “You know, if you wanted to bake, I’m sure you’ve got all the proper bells and whistles at your house. We could’ve done this over there.”

You paused to consider the question he wasn’t quite asking, because he had a point. You could’ve invited him over your house instead. You joined him near the sink and leaned against the counter, tapping your nails on the tile surface.

“Well, as you know, I live with my grandpa,” you said.

“Good ol’ George,” Dean grinned. “That guy’s hilarious. Like the fourth Stooge.”

He particularly liked the story you’d told him about the time George had bought you your first makeup palette when you turned fifteen, but hadn’t told you it was face paint…the kind that clowns used.

“And I’d love for you two to get to know each other better. Don’t get me wrong. But barring the fact that we probably wouldn’t have much…privacy,” you pointed out with a subtle smile, trying to ignore Dean’s resulting smirk. Never mind that you two hadn’t needed “privacy” just yet.

“I guess I’m just not used to inviting people over. I’ve been trying to limit the exposure to germs in the house,” you admitted. At Dean’s quizzical look, you had to explain.

“My grandfather had cancer last year,” you said. “He had surgery to remove the mass, and did well, considering his age. He’s in remission now…but I’m still looking after him.”

You’d gone with him to see his primary doctor a couple of weeks ago for that persistent cough. While the doctor seemed to think it was George’s asthma acting up, you’d still scheduled an appointment with his oncologist.

And while your thoughts led you down an all-too familiar path, Dean processed this with a nod of his head. He shut off the sink. After drying his hands, he looked over at you and brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m glad he’s doing better now,” he said. His brows furrowed. “And your grandma passed just a few years before that?”

You nodded, letting out a deep breath. “Yeah. It’s been a long few years.”

So, Dean took an inventory in his mind as he rested a comforting hand on your back. You took care of your family. You could cook. You were beautiful. And still, you kicked ass at your job and seemed to have the rest of your shit together.

He had to admit. The more he learned about you, the more he liked you.

“Anyway,” you shook your head with a smile. “Sorry. Ready to bake?”

Dean’s lips quirked as he followed you to the other side of the kitchen. He stepped behind you and letting his hands fall to your waist. His lips skimmed the side of your head, pressing a kiss there.

“Okay, Rachael Ray,” he teased. “Teach me your ways.”

You were trying to measure out some sugar in the bowl first, but you giggled with a warm blush as he kissed his way down your neck.

“Are you actually going to help, or are you just going to distract me?” you volleyed back.

Dean hummed against the crook of your neck. “Can’t I do both?”

You picked up and egg and raised it level with his face.

“Hmm, should I try cracking this against your forehead?” you pondered.

His teeth playfully nipped your skin in retaliation, making you flinch with a yelp. The egg actually cracked in your hand.

“Shit,” you laughed, and you quickly dropped as much of it in the bowl as possible. But getting fractals of the shell in the bowl disturbed your anal sense of meticulousness. When it came to cracking eggs, you typically had nothing if not precision.

You shot Dean an accusatory look over your shoulder. He just grinned back at you.

“Am I helping yet?” he joked.

You chuckled dryly in response. “Just you wait.”

A few more minutes and “helpful” distractions from Dean later, you successfully had a cake batter in the bowl. You were hand mixing up a storm and sorely missing your Kitchen Aid mixer. Dean was right though; his cupboards had little more than one cake pan, one mixing bowl, and one wooden spoon.

At home, you had a modest collection of cookware and bakeware that rivaled Williams & Sonoma. Though that had been a gift from your grandparents, when you graduated from culinary school. (Your grandma had picked them out before she passed.)

“What’s your favorite dessert?” you asked Dean. You were pretending not to catch him sampling the batter with a finger while you buttered the cake tin.

“Ever?” he asked, rubbing a licked finger on his jeans.

“Yeah. Number one top favorite.”

“Hmm,” he contemplated with a cross of his arms. “Pie, I guess.”

You smirked. That explained his little man-child display a few weeks ago, when you’d tried to share his blueberry pie on your second date.

“What flavor?” you asked.

“I dunno. I’m not real picky,” he said.

“Come on. Everyone has a favorite flavor,” you reasoned. “I’m more of a cake girl myself, but even I love a blueberry pie.”

Dean eyed your teasing grin with a growing smirk of his own. He remembered that day in your office just as well as you.

“Okay, fine. Apple, I guess,” he replied. You gave him a mocking look.

“Really, the most basic of them all?” You tsked at him, shaking your head. “What happened to Mr. Rocky Road?”

Dean chuckled, but he leaned against the counter next to you. Instead of giving it to you right back, as usual, he looked more thoughtful. A gentler look grew on his face. It caught your attention.

“You know, one of my earliest memories…” He looked up at you then, more self-deprecating.

You realized he was about to admit to something, maybe embarrassing, or maybe just vulnerable. Your smile softened too as you paused in what you were doing.

“You can’t leave me hanging on that one,” you said. And you drew closer with a hand soothing up his arm.

He glanced over at you. “I remember being…four, probably. My mom made pies during Christmastime. Cherry, pecan, whatever. But my favorite was her apple pie. I still remember it, because I haven’t had a pie since that tasted like that one.”

Your heart clenched, but your insides also warmed. Not just at the story of his mother, but the way Dean told it, his voice softer, steady, and deep. It told you a lot about him without him having to explain; just like you, he knew what loss was.

You curled your hands around his bicep and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Then your gaze drew back up to his.

“Have you talked to your dad since the last time?” you asked, a bit cautiously. “About his investigation of the fire?”

Dean sighed deep through his nose. “No.”

But despite his father’s warning, he had spoken to Sam.

“It’s different this time, Sam. The brand marks are the same,” Dean argued with his brother, this time in the living room. He sat on the couch while Sam stood, trying to process everything Dean had just told him about Mary’s potential murder.

“You saw the pictures yourself?” Sam asked.

Dean frowned. “No, but Dad—”

“Dean,” Sam cut him off as he gripped at his temples in frustration. “This is what he does. He sees evidence where he wants to see evidence. I’ve been down this road with him too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean gritted out. John had roped Sam into helping him a few times, using his ADA status to look into different leads that ultimately hadn’t panned out.

“They always look like connections to him, but they never end up being anything more than his obsession,” Sam said.

He was firm, and Dean understood why, but his gut was telling him that it was different this time…

Still, he had no choice but to let it go. For now.

Dean shook his head of that memory. Instead, he tried to focus on being here with you. He liked this little yellow sundress you had on, despite the fall chill starting to set in outside. As usual, your hair was clipped up away from your neck while you got ready to put the now full cake tin into the oven.

He came over behind you and freed your hair from the clip, letting it all tumble down. You yelped and glanced over at him.

“Dean,” you chided, even though you were smiling. “My hair’s going to get in the batter.”

“I’ll keep it away, don’t worry,” he said lightly. He curled some of your hair around his hand so he could once again press a tantalizing kiss to the back of your neck. He felt you shiver.

You subtly leaned back against him, even as you whined in protest.

“Can you just let me get this in the oven?” you asked on a laugh. He smirked against your skin. You did manage to get the cake in the oven, but his lips and teasing hands were unrelenting as you tried to start cleaning up.

So you felt you had to take matters into your own hands. A mischievous idea had you smiling. You reached out for some flour that had spilled on the counter.

You turned, and before he realized what you were up to, you marked his forehead with an arch of white against his skin.

“Simba,” you said in a deeper voice, trying to mimic Mufasa from The Lion King.

Dean’s brows rose along with his widening eyes. He’d never seen you do something that childish, but it sparked his competitiveness as he blinked a bit of flour out of his eyes.

“You’re real proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked.

Your little smirk was answer enough. You flicked a bit more flour onto his shirt.

Dean chuckled darkly. “Okay, you asked for it.”

Both a gasp and a giggle caught in your throat.

“Oh, no.”

He reached past you for some flour off the counter and flicked it down at you, into your hair, across your face. He grabbed your flailing wrist and marked your cheeks. All the while, his grin grew ever deeper at your shrieking protests.

But you grew devious. You stuck two fingers into the bowl and scraped out a gob of raw, yellow batter. You were fully prepared to fling it into his face, but Dean grabbed your wrist.

“Ey, ey!” he raised a warning finger with his free hand. “You’re about to take this to a new level.”

You met his gaze through your lashes with a playful smile. “So?”

Dean raised a brow at you. He could admit, you had audacity. All he could do was call your bluff.

He took one of your battered fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widened at the feel of his soft tongue swirling around your finger, sucking it clean. All the while, his eyes never broke from yours.

Lord have mercy, you thought. Really, it was the only coherent one in your head.

He soon released you with a soft pop, before he did the same to the second finger.

Your breath hitched, and your blush was a living thing spreading down your neck, even as warmth pooled between your legs. By the time your second finger slid out of his mouth, you had to reach back to grip the counter just to steady yourself.

His arm slipped around your waist, and you reached for his face with both hands, bringing him down for the hottest kiss you’d ever had in your life. Teeth clicking, lips and tongues warring and devouring. Your fingers slipped roughly through his hair, while he gripped your hips and ass with a passion just shy of bruising.

You almost didn’t register the way his hands slipped under your thighs, to then heft you up onto the counter. You gasped into his mouth and clung tightly to his shoulders. He chuckled and positioned himself to stand between your legs.

“What, need a little warning?” he teased. Though he was breathless as your soft lips veered away from his, starting a burning path across his jaw and down his neck. You left the remnants of your lipstick all along the way, but it was the occasional graze of your teeth that had him moaning for you.

“Maybe,” you whispered coarsely against his skin, uttering a small laugh, “Sometimes I forget how damn strong you are.”

He scoffed. “Sweetheart, if I can heft a grown man on my shoulders up a flight of stairs, I can get you up on a little counter.”

You snorted in response. Perks of dating a firefighter.

And you shoved off his plaid shirt from his shoulders. Dean helped you by letting it drop the rest of the way to the floor, followed by his black undershirt.

You couldn’t believe this was the first time you were seeing him with his shirt off. It was a damn shame, really. But you caught the bit of smugness curving his lips at the way you were ogling, first with your eyes, then with your exploring hands over his toned arms and chest, and the solid plane of his abs, all the way down to his belt. You started undoing the clasp.

Dean couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he stopped you with his hands gently curling around your wrists. You looked up at him in confusion. To him, you looked unbelievably sexy then. Thoroughly kissed, hair tousled, a strap of your dress fallen to one shoulder while your lacey black bra peeked through.

Just the memory of having your curves in his hands had his dick hardening in his jeans, but he blew out a breath.

“Dean?” you asked. “What’s wrong?”

His hands tightened on yours as he peered down at you. “Are you sure?”

You blinked incredulously. “Did I look not sure?”

He paused, licking his lips. He raised a hand to hold your cheek.

“I just…you know I’m trying to do this right with you,” he said. “I just want to know…”

He couldn’t seem to finish what he was trying to say, but you thought you understood. You smiled up at him warmly. You leaned up for a kiss, softer this time.

“Dean, I trust you,” you said. And you could finally say it with no reservations. “I think this feels real. More real than anything I’ve had in a long time… What about you?”

When Dean smiled, it was warm, melting away the doubt in his eyes.

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

He seemed sincere. Maybe this man spared few words when it came to how he felt, but you’d seen a glimpse of the deeper parts. He felt things deeply, down to his bones.

His fingers sunk into your hair, and he guided you into a kiss. It was slower, but no less heady and wanting than the first. Your arms wrapped around his middle, letting you flatten your palms against the muscles in his back. But just as you were getting comfortable, Dean broke the kiss. He flashed you a smirk.

Before you could ask what the hell he was about to do, he’d hefted you back into his arms and over his shoulder. You squawked in protest as your whole world tipped over. Your face thudded on his back with a soft oof, your hair loose and falling like a curtain. Your hands accidentally fell against his ass.

“Ooh, someone’s handsy,” Dean teased.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, despite your peals of laughter. “Is this really necessary? I think I can find your room just fine.”

“Call it an officer’s escort,” he supplied.

“That’s for policemen!” you argued.

You couldn’t see it, but you could imagine the way he was grinning from ear to ear as he carried you through the apartment. You never noticed just how long his bowed legs were as he strode onward. But it felt like his shoulder was digging into your appendix.

Grunting in frustration, you slapped his ass again for good measure.

Dean laughed. “Hey, you’re only fueling my fire, baby.”

He slapped your ass right back, since he had an even better vantage point. He even slipped a hand underneath your little sundress and squeezed the inside of your thigh teasingly.

Your answering yelp, and the futile kick of your feet, had him laughing harder. His cheeks were aching.

Finally he reached his room, where he shut the door with his foot. He was gentle as he eased you off his shoulder and laid you down on his bed. You let out a breathless huff once your head hit the pillows. Your face was all red from being suspended upside-down, your hair a mess, and your dress pooling over your folded legs.

You gave Dean a playful glare. “Get over here.”

His smirk deepened, but he obliged you. He chucked his shoes off first, just like you let your sandals slip off the side of the bed.

He soon made his way up the bed, until he was hovering over you with his arms braced on either side of your head. He liked the way you were all laid out for him over his sheets, your wild hair spread over his pillows. He’d pictured something like this before, but nothing came close to having you for real.

He just didn’t know you’d been dreaming of the same thing.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to truly fall for someone, not in a long time. You’d been too focused on pivoting after school, on building your career, on taking care of your family. You’d dated here and there, but nothing had stuck for more than a few months. Even then, you’d never felt half of what you felt right now.

It scared you a little, but it also made you feel alive. Being with Dean made you feel that way.

So you took his face between your hands. His stubble rasped against your palms and the pads of your fingers. You didn’t mind that though. He’d left it a bit long for a shave last week. When you’d mentioned off-hand that you liked the thicker scruff (thinking it made him all the more handsome), he’d kept it for you.

Now, he seemed like he was waiting on your cue.

You guided him down to you. He kissed you hot and slow, while a hand moved to your waist and clenched in the material of your dress. He slipped a heavy thigh between both of yours. The pressure was welcome, but you wanted friction.

You bunched up the skirt of your dress and aimed to slip it off, but Dean stopped your hands.

“That’s my job,” he teased.

“Then how about you get to it?” you countered with a smile. He rose a brow at you.

“A bit bossy, but I can dig that,” he smirked.

His kisses dropped against your neck, down your exposed neckline, and he peeled down the straps of your dress one by one. Your breathing became more labored as he touched you, squeezing a breast over the bra as he exposed more inches of your body.

Your fingers carded through his hair on a sigh as he made his way further down. Though he finally got impatient enough to work your dress off all the way, followed by his jeans and your bra and matching lacey panties. He lavished attention what felt like all over your body.

Really, he was just strategic. He stopped in places where you lost breath, moaning his name. Like the spot just under your ear, where he sucked hard enough to make you see stars. Or over your breasts, taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth, swirling with his tongue like he had the cake batter off your fingers.

His hands mapped out the soft planes and curves of your body for the first time, sometimes smooth and grazing, sometimes adding pressure that made warmth continue to pool between your legs.

He went further still, wrapping an arm around your thigh and pressing nipping kisses along the inside. All the while his mouth drew closer to the place you wanted him the most. Even though you still raised up on your elbow and gave him a questioning look.

“Really? You want to…” Your voice came out in a whisper.

Dean looked up at you with puzzled brows. “Why not?”

You shook your head, your eyes widening marginally.

“No reason, I guess. I, um…I’ve never had someone do this for me first.” And certainly not on the first time having sex.

Dean frowned.

“Really?” he asked. “A guy’s never gone down on you first?”

You blushed. “Well, maybe with his fingers, but not…”

He shook his head and let out a breath. You felt it between your thighs, and your core clenched in anticipation.

“Okay, baby. I gotcha,” he said. He guided you back down with a gentle hand. “Just lie back and relax.”

You smiled, despite your lingering blush, and you stroked the hand that rested above your stomach. That hand soon slid down as he once again kissed and licked down your thighs. They quivered a bit as his fingers slipped between your folds.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he said in approval. You peered down at him, unable to help a smile.

“You want a medal?” you quipped.

Dean’s brows rose.

“Oh, I’m about to earn it.” His eyes found yours. “You know what my real favorite pie flavor is?”

Your brows knitted together. “What?”

A familiar smirk crossed his lips. “Cherry.”

Before your choked surprise could be broken with a laugh, he began.

And he wasn’t lying, about any of it. The pads of his fingers began toying with your clit, and that alone had your breath hitching and your hips squirming.

He held you down with one hand on your lower belly while his tongue joined his fingers, seeking your heat and finding the hot channel where you craved to be filled. You gasped.

“Oh, God,” you uttered. Once his warm tongue began rolling inside you, you almost couldn’t breathe.

He worked you over with fingers, lips and tongue until you were arching off the bed, fists clenched in his hair and in the sheets, releasing broken gasps of his name. He didn’t relent until your thighs stopped shaking around his head. Your knees were damn near pinning him there.

He eventually withdrew, wiping his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. He moved smoothly back up your body and heeded the pull of your hands on his arms, and then his face. You tugged him down for a sloppy kiss.

“How’s that for a first?” he asked breathlessly. His tone was teasing, but he was half-serious you thought, by the look in his eyes.

You were honest, without a hint of a joke. “Fucking incredible. Just like you.”

Dean wouldn’t admit it then, but what you said warmed him. He looked down on you with a smile.

Your hands caressed his face, down his neck and firm chest, and further still to caress his straining length over his boxer briefs. Dean let out a halting moan at your gentle touch.

“What if I want to return the favor?” you asked with a smile. He made a sound deep in his throat when you cupped him more firmly, letting your thumb brush over the head.

Well hello, you thought. He was thick, and a bit longer than your first thought. Your already sensitive core tightened at the thought.

Meanwhile, Dean squeezed your arm. His hot gaze bore into yours.

“Very, very tempting.” His thumb brushed your lower lip. “I’ve no doubt you’ve got some talents yourself.”

You smiled under the pad of his thumb. Part of you was contemplating some retribution, sucking it into your mouth the way he’d done to your fingers in the kitchen.

“But I’m thinkin’ I want to skip to the part where I have you coming apart all over again,” said Dean. His head bowed near your ear, though his lips skimmed the side of your face. “This time, from the inside.”

His voice was deep and threaded with grit. You bit your lip on a giddy laugh. You managed to nod, sweeping your shaky fingers through his hair.

“Okay, next time then,” you promised and gave him a sensuous kiss. “But first, just want to make sure you’re ready for me…”

You leaned down to slide his underwear for him, down to his knees. He helped you the rest of the way, kicking them off his legs. When he came back, you were sitting up.

You soothed warm hands along his thighs and took his cock into your hands. Dean dropped his forehead onto your shoulder with a grunt, again squeezing your arms as you touched him properly for the first time.

Dean had a habit of impressing you, and this was no different. You liked the feel of him in your hands, warm and thick and heavy.

After licking your hand to coat it with some wetness, you experimented for a moment in how you stroked him, trying to get a feel for what he liked just as he had for you. He gasped and jolted on one particular twist, and he finally stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

“Okay, baby. Keep that up and we’re not gonna get much farther for a while,” he said coarsely.

It was satisfying to know you’d made him feel even a fraction of how he’d made you feel.

You pressed a purposeful kiss into his neck. “I told you, next time I’ll take care of you for real.”

He chuckled, cupping the side of your face.

“Oh, you’re about to. Believe me,” he said.

He kissed you long and deep, until you were once again breathless. The two of you were kneeling in the middle of the bed like you had all the time in the world. And yet, you wanted him more than ever.

“I’m on birth control,” you told him between more fervent kisses, hands drifting, feeling skin to warm, dewy skin, breaths mingling.

“And I’m clean,” he said. You nodded, hesitating…

“It’s our first time,” you said. “Condom, just to be safe.”

He hesitated only a beat before he nodded back, agreeing to your request. “Yes, ma’am.”

He broke from you briefly. He turned and dug into his nightstand while your nails drew light patterns down his back. It was distracting in the best of ways. A trill of excitement had his hands moving quickly, ripping the foil packet open and fitting himself with the condom.

When he was ready for you, he turned and hooked an arm around your waist. You twined your arms around his neck, and once again, you let him lay you down. His kiss came first, and then his fingers between your legs, past your folds to stroke you back to life.

You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his hips. Though he surprised you again by hooking your legs over his shoulders. Your brows raised at him, and he shot you a wink.

“Trust me, you’ll like it this way,” he said.

You did trust him. Your hands caressed down his neck, down his chest, and you subtly urged him with your heels on his back, encouraging him where you both knew he needed to be.

And with one slow push, his cock was stretching your inner walls with slow, delicious friction. You both groaned at the feeling. His forehead pressed against yours. His hand trembled slightly, brushing your hair away from your face. And he began moving inside you in steady strokes.

Dean was putting his all into this tonight. He thought your promises to take care of him next time were as endearing as they were sexy as hell. Even now, you were touching him wherever you could reach, occasionally moaning his name in his ear, encouraging him with every thrust inside you.

Fuck, he was right, you thought. He was reaching places deep inside you, filling you to the very brim. And you were already on the edge of pleasure, brows furrowed, biting your lower lip so hard that your teeth nearly broke the skin…

Your fingers slipped down between you to further part your folds and rub your already sensitive clit. Dean caught the hint and moved your hand to do it himself, as in time with his thrusts as he could. Finally, you unraveled for the second time that night. Your gasp gave way to a moan.

Your tightening walls gripped him like a vice. His release hit him with the same force, choking a near shout out of him. His hand was a bit too tight in your hair, he realized, so he forced himself to ease up.

He petted over your hair instead as he came down with ragged breaths. After he released your shaky legs back to the bed, he leaned mostly on his elbow and thigh instead of sinking all his weight onto you.

You appreciated that. You soothed up and down his back while you panted for breath.

“Wow,” you managed to say.

Dean’s chuckle took him by surprise too.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He turned his head to press a sloppy kiss where your neck met your shoulder.

Just then, a distant-sounding jingle reached your ears. It was familiar…and you remembered it was the alarm on your phone, which was probably in the kitchen.

“Oh shit,” you gasped. “The cake’s still in the oven.”

He blinked. “Well, I don’t smell burning, so we’re good.”

“Dean! You’re a firefighter, remember?” you laughed, but you still tapped his shoulder so he’d roll over. Reluctantly he did, but he still took you with him, even after he’d slid out of you.

You yelped and clung to his shoulders to balance yourself. “I gotta get the cake!”

“Five more minutes,” he grumbled into your neck. He also liked the way your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“It’s going to be so…damn…burnt!” You punctuated each of those syllables with a playful smack on his arm, until he finally released you with a lazy smirk.

You shook your head and huffed in amusement. Sliding out of bed, you searched around your dress. The first thing you found was his discarded undershirt. You slipped it on real quick and cautiously padded out of Dean’s room. You didn’t know if Sam was back from work, but this was not how you wanted to meet him.

The halls were quiet, so you didn’t think he was home yet. You managed to get to the kitchen unscathed, where you turned off your timer and grabbed some oven mitts. You opened the oven and pulled out the cake, setting it down on the counter. Your eyes narrowed at the almost perfect dome on top.

“What’s the verdict, Chef Ramsay?”

Dean leaned in the doorway, dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else. The view was delectable, but you sighed and gestured at the cake with a shake of your head.

“It’s burnt.”

“What? No, it’s not,” he refuted. He joined your side and stared down at the top of the cake, which was half browned. “Looks all right to me.”

“Trust me, it’s going to be dry,” you said, “even with the lemon drizzle on it.”

It was the perfectionist in you that smarted with disappointment. You didn’t want to serve anyone something you weren’t proud of, especially Dean. But he just leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said. “I’m still gonna eat the crap out of it.”

You glanced at him, unable to help a small smile. He grinned back.

“Anyway, I think it was worth it. Don’t you?” Dean said. He pulled you in towards him by your waist, and you went willingly, resting your hands against his bare chest. You let your nails drag against his skin a little as you contemplated.

You looked up at him with a grin of your own.

“Yeah. Definitely worth it.”

Dean later sat with you again at the table, this time with your chairs closer together as you each ate large slices of delicious cake (even if it was a bit dry). Out of the corner of his eye, he noted the copious number of dishes still left in the sink and the flour and batter sprinkled across the counter.

He knew Sam was going to have a conniption when he got home (in the morning at this rate). He was probably crashing at Eileen’s apartment tonight.

Good, Dean thought. That meant he’d have the place all to himself, with you.

“You know, I just realized something,” he said.

You knew that look in his eyes. He was about to say something smartass.

“What’s that?” you asked. He reached out and thumbed at your chin.

“I just got my dessert twice in one sitting,” he remarked. “That’s pretty damn good, if you ask me.”

You snorted in laughter. You also blushed, but you were unable to stop smiling either.

You set down your fork and eased back from the table. Your hand on Dean’s shoulder encouraged him to do the same, so you could sit across his lap. He welcomed you with a warm hand on your bare thigh. Already it was creeping under the shirt you borrowed.

You stroked his cheek with the back of your hand and gave him a mischievous smile.

“Think you could handle another serving?”

AN: 🫣 Was it everything you wanted it to be? lol I love me some baking innuendo. What did you like more: eating the cherry pie or making the lemon drizzle? 😏❤️‍🔥

In Part 8, Dean's past comes a knockin'...

Next Time:

While you were getting dressed, a phone buzzed on one of the nightstands beside the bed. It was Dean’s phone.

You went over to it curiously as you fixed the straps of your dress. The screen showed a missed text message from last night, around 10:00 p.m., and another one this morning. You read the latest one with a sinking feeling in your chest.

From Marissa: Surprised I didn’t hear back from you last night. The offer still stands. 😘

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The horizon of Dawn - a walking dead universe fanfic - part 2: guts

twdxf!oc!

part 1, part 3,

ao3 link here to come :)

Eventually one day Dawn was allowed to join Glenn on a supply run in the city. Other people wanted to go as well; Andrea, T-dog, Jacqui and Morales. Shane wasn’t so pleased with that, even less when he heard Merle was going too. But knowing Merle would be there to keep an eye on the newcomer calmed him a little. As the group took off toward Atlanta, the rest of the camp got back to their usual chores and whereabouts.

Everything went well in the city until Glenn came back with a new guest– and a herd of geeks. Andrea drew her gun to the guy’s face and Dawn noticed that the blond woman hadn’t removed the safety. Everyone started to talk to make her put the gun down, but she was angry. So angry at the stranger for rigging the dinner bell, angry because she was panicking, because she thought they wouldn’t be able to get out of the city. It was so easy to fall into a panic state. She eventually stopped, dropped the gun and T-dog tried the radio again. But nothing but statics.

“Maybe the roof. There we’ll have better reception.”

A few seconds later they all heard gunshots, and Andrea sighed.

“Is that Dixon?”

“What is that maniac doing?” asked Morales, really concerned.

They all started to run to the staircase, taking two steps at a time, trying to go as fast as their legs would allow them. They opened the roof’s door in a big clang! and disbelief washed over them at what they witnessed.

“Hey Dixon! Are you crazy?” T-dog was the first to speak, raising his voice over the gunshots noises. Merle was propped one foot on the edge of the roof, aiming at the walkers below with a sniper rifle, hitting every target. He left out a laugh when he heard T-dog and kept firing at the flesh-eaters below them.

Andrea let out a groan. “Oh jeez.”

“Hey! Y’all be more polite to a man with a gun uh! Just common sense.” His heavy southern accents eating the syllables more than Dawn ever heard– not that the man spoke a lot at camp though. She observed him, how he held the rifle, how he didn’t miss a single target. He was trained, well trained.

“Man, you’re wasting bullets we ain’t even got!” T-dog was getting impatient but Merle only laughed more, readying himself to aim at another target.

“And you’re bringing even more of them down our ass! Man, just chill!”

Dawn looked down toward the streets, where black masses were moving slowly, growling in the distance.

“hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day.” he said pointing toward Morales, “Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day.” His face was distorted in a mix of rage from being disturbed whilst in the middle of his little therapy-shooting session, and a smile that would tell you a lot of stories if you’d only dared look at it.

“That”ll be the day? You got something you wanna tell me ?”

“T-dog, man, leave it.” Morales said, sensing the storm about to strike.

“No.” T-dog seemed ready for whatever furry would unleash on him.

“Hey, it ain’t worth it. Relax.”

Merle looked right into T-dog’s eyes, stepping toward him, licking his lips like a predator ready to eat his prey. He’s far from being relaxed, thought Dawn.

“Ye wanna know the day?”

T-dog nodded, “Yeah.” And Dawn knew it was going to get bad.

“I’ll tell you the day, M.Yo. It’s the day i’ll take order from a nigger.” Merle spat down the word and then really spat on the concrete floor. T-dog’s face was tense from anger. “Mother..” but he couldn’t finish his sentence as the two men broke off into a fistfight.

“Hey, woah cut it out, man!”

“Dixon, that's enough!”

Everybody yelled at the redneck to stop punching T-dog, who was now lying on the hard floor, receiving rageful hits on the face. Merle’s knuckles were red from T-dog’s blood, but he kept going. again and again as if in a trance.

Dawn watched, glued to her spot, not daring saying anything or doing anything. She knew that Merle had a temper, she saw him argue with Shane more than once since she’d joined them, and she’d suspected him, just by how he held himself and how he behaved, that he was some kind of racist and sexist redneck. But she’d thought with the end of the world he’d at least contain his feelings and be better. What a mistake. And today’s interaction only confirmed it.

“Stop it! Get off him!” Andrea screamed, almost hysteric.

And as if Merle heard Andrea’s pleading and was considering it, he stopped beating the man on the floor, his fist still in the air. But all of a sudden there was a gun in his hand, pointed at T-dog.

Everyone inhaled sharply, taking a step back, holding a hand to their mouth. Andrea cried out, “Oh no, no, no, please!”

Merle got up suddenly, looking at his crowd like a proud rooster taking in his little audience.

“All right, we’re gonna have ourselves a little powwow, uh? Talk ‘bout who’s in charge.” He threw a wicked grin, “I vote me.” his voice was now calm and collected as if he hadn’t been beating the shit out of another man a second ago. “Anybody else? Democracy time, y’all! Show off hands, uh! All in favors, c’mon!”

With the gun still in his hand, he continued on until every hand was raised. Nobody had dared resist him considering how unpredictable he was.

“Okay, that’s good. Yeah, real good. That means i’m the boss, right? Anybody else?”

The stranger that Glenn had saved only moments prior had been oddly silent until now, he took a step closer behind Merle.

“Yeah.” Before Merle could register what was happening to him, the stranger hit him with a pipe and handcuffed him to another pipe screwed to the roof.

Dawn watched in bewilderment.

“Hey! Who the hell are you man!?” the redneck started to frantically move his wrist, trying to get free from the handcuffs. He started yelling and kicking like a newborn. pathetic. He better regain control of himself if he wanna be freed.

“Officer friendly,” the stranger cocked his head to one side, “Look here, Merle. Things are different now.” He knelt to be at the other man’s level, but stayed far enough so he wouldn't be kicked at or grabbed. “There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.”

Merle only spat in response, “screw you, man.”

“I see you make a habit of missing the point.” He got up, adjusting his cop’s belt with his holster. Only now Dawn registered the man’s outfit. He’s a cop?

“Yeah well, screw you twice.”

Clearly Merle was in no state to be spoken to. His head still red, flush from the fight against T-dog, his chest lifting heavily and his handcuffed wrist jolting from time to time.

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.” The cop took a step back, cocking his gun, mimicking Merle’s words. “Only common sense.”

“Ye wouldn’t. Yer a cop.”

“All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that.”

Rick’s glare was focused and steady, his hand still holding the gun, his finger itching for the trigger.

“What are ye gonna do now? Arrest me?” Merle laughed loudly but the stranger walked away, snatching Merle sniper on the ground at the same time.

“Hey that’s my stuff! If I get loose, you'd better pray… Hey you hear me you pig!”

“Yeah, your voice carries.” the cop mutters.

The others, still in shock, regroup toward the man in the cop uniform, throwing uneasy glances at the handcuffed redneck.

“You’re not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?” Asked Morales.

“Up the road a ways.”

“Well, officer friendly from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city.” Morales welcomed the newcomer, offering him his hand to shake.

Few moments later Merle had seemed to calm down. His eyes were closed and his head lifted downward. T-dog was seated on the floor not far from the redneck, he was adjusting the radio’s channel to try getting a clear signal. But his words were lost to the statics. The hard sun of the afternoon was harsher in the city than at the quarry, reverberating on the concrete’s roof of the building with nothing to cast shades or take cover under. Sweat had formed on Dawn’s forehead and she wiped it with a cloth from her back pocket as she silently thanked herself for braiding her hair that morning before going.

“It’s useless. Stop wasting the battery.” The young woman said to T-dog after hearing him curse. He threw her a look she didn’t really know what to do with. She sat up beside him, but not too close. She didn’t quite feel comfortable enough around these people yet.

“How’d you expect to get out o’ here then?” The woman only shrugged before Morales came in.

“How’s that signal?”

“Like Dixon’s brain… weak.” the white man threw the finger to T-dog, who did well to ignore him.

“keep trying.”

“Why?” asked Andrea, “that’s useless, there’s no one.”

“It’s up to us to find a way out.” said the cop, his hand on his hips.

“Good luck with that.” Merle's words were ignored but he kept talking, making comments toward Andrea. The woman ignored him and they all started to search for a plan to get out of the city unscathed. Jacqui seemed to know quite some useful things about old buildings and how they were built so they all headed for the machinery in the basement, where the boilers and pipes were.

Everyone got assigned a job but T-Dog and Dawn. They stayed on the roof, waiting.

Don’t they trust me? I could be useful.

“Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody copy? I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice 'cause I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy.” Merle looked up to the two people seated in front of him.

“Why don't you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe your headache will go away.” That made Dawn laugh silently but apparently Merle caught her.

“What’s so funny suga’?”

The look she gave him made him shut up for a moment before he scoffed to himself and returned to his half-asleep state.

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BTS: Reaction to their 16 year old sister not eating enough to lose weight.

A/N: This is something I don’t recommend anyone doing. Take it as experience from someone who was in that hole. No matter what anyone tells you, you are beautiful and gorgeous. You don’t have to look like anyone else because you are one of a kind. Stay like that. :)

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “ Hello! Can you do a bts reaction to their 16 year old sister being insecure and not eating much to lose weight? Thank you💜 “

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Jin:

Jin will try to cook for you the best meals he can think of and find. He will make sure they are healthy and full of nutrients, that they are super tasty, filling and new. “These are all healthy, have plenty vegetables, so you don’t have to worry about anything. You are just 16, I was your age too thinking of stuff like that. Beauty standards are a lie sweetie, you are beautiful by being unique. We will start slow, eat as much as you can now and we will work our way up till you are comfortable. Oppa is with with you, since day one and till day 0.”

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi is one to observe quietly, but never late to react when the situation is important. And this one was of the highest priority to him, since it was about his darling sister. He would wait for your parents to leave the house and sit down next to you.

“Hey there. Are you hungry?” once you say no, he will comment how skinny you have gotten “ Look, I know what you are doing. I am not here to yell or get angry at you. It’s not your fault princess and don’t feel weak for not being able to control it. Things like these happen to the best of us, we are humans. It might be hard to ask for help or open up about it now, but you know I am here for you. “ he would pull out his car keys “How about we go get some milk tea and maybe a cookie or few if you are in the mood? You can get the drink only if you want to, no need to force yourself. If you want to getting something else, tell me. Big bro makes too much money and he can’t use it all up, so you have to help me out. Ok?”

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok is a happy and go lucky boy. He has hard times ,but for the people around himself he wants to be that pill of happiness and motivation. Hobbi would pull you onto his lap and run his hand through your hair “How is my little princess doing? Is she happy? Does she need some love from her brother?” he would rub his head onto you “There, transferred some.Did you get it yet?” Hoseok won’t stop till you giggle “ There is that sweet voice I wanted to hear. What has you feeling like this my little angel? Ah, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel ready. We have all the time in the world, so take as much as you need.” his hand would pull your head onto his chest “You know, you were a picky eater since a little bean. I remember cutting myself, making characters out of your food. You seemed to eat it only like that. If you ever feel like you cant do something, come find me.I will always make it fun for the most beautiful and unique princess in the world. How about big bro makes you some fun snacks? We can eat them together and watch a good movie?”

Kim Namjoon:

Joon is one to do his research before engaging in a talk with you. He would look up all he can find about these situations and what the proper way to handle them would be. “ I got this snack today and I couldn’t finish it by myself. Would you like some?” your eyes scanned it fast and hesitated. It looked delicious but the thoughts were eating you up from the inside “The weather seems nice today, how about we go take a walk while you snack on this? Get in a bit of exercise.” those words hooked you and you agreed in seconds. The sun shined on your skin softly as you were genuinely enjoying the food “ Do you see that tree? It’s pretty isn’t it.” you agreed with your big brother “What if I told you that people don’t think it is.” your eyebrows frowned as you spoke “ But it’s too young to tell, I am sure when it grows more it will have beautiful flowers or fruits.” Namjoon knelt next to you, running his hand over your cheek “ The same way you are the only one who can see the true beauty the tree is hiding, I do too. You are my tiny little tree, I want to keep you safe and make sure you grow up strong. Don’t try to look like other plants.” his finger tapped your chest “You carry your own beauty right in here. You might not see it but with time you will be able to see what has been in front of my eyes. You might find it difficult right now, but reach out to me when you feel down, don’t do this to yourself. I am always here for my princess.”

Park Jimin:

Jimin is special in this situation. As someone with body-dysmorphia, he would notice your behavior fast. The same signs he showed, the same habits that took him ages to get rid off. He knows oh to well how fast one could fall into that abyss. Jimin wanted to stop this as soon as possible. After he notices things getting bad ,he would walk into your room with some food. When you lie to him about having eaten Jimin would drop the plate on the floor, tears pooling in his eyes. “B-brother?” His knees hitting the floor, hands gripping onto yours as his eyes look up at you “I know I should be your role model, I know oh too well. I failed myself once, I don’t want you to do the same. Please baby girl don’t look at the fashion trends or people that tell you looking one way is the norm.It’s NOT, it will never be. You are so young, so pretty and so smart. I don’t want you to be in the same dark hole I was in. You are worth so much more. It starts with eating less and less, then the regret hits, the fear, the anxiety. It eats you up my angel. I beg of you, don’t do it. Believe in me, let me help you. Please.” seeing your brother cry like this, hearing the words coming from the depths of his heart ,made you cry as you reached out for a piece of fruit he brought for you.

Kim Taehyung:

Tae likes to laugh, giggle make all kinds of jokes.But in this situation his mind just went blank with panic. He didnt know what to say or do, even though he wanted to immediately. His mind wandered for days until something came up in his mind. “Y/N, get dressed we are going out.” you didn’t know what was happening, but you followed your brother “Where are we going?”you skipped next to him ”To a fashion show.” and he was honest. There were all kinds of people there and you were amazed. The models walked passed you one by one. After it was all over ,Tae grabbed your hand and pulled you backstage. He looked at your shining eyes “What do you see honey?” “Diversity.” came out of your lips “Dark skin, light skin, mixed, curvy or skinny, tall or short, man or women. No one here is the same, but they are all beautiful. Just like you.”He waved at a woman that smiled back brightly and ran over “Hey Yana, this my little sister. The one I told you about.” the woman’s skin softly tinted as dark coffee, she was shining brighter than any diamond. Curves for days and a smile such as the stars. “Oh my I was about to say she is too pretty to be your sister. Want a cookie honey?” you hesitated, but Yana put it in your hand “You need to eat something sweetie there is more don’t even worry about it. You want they say thick thighs save lives.You need to eat to able to save. Come I will introduce you to everyone else.” They all looked different and beautiful, just like you.

Jungkook:

Jungkook comes off aggressive at times, but in this situation he would do what he things is best and ask his hyungs for help. He would want all the help he can get. Namjoon will gather info, Hobi, Jungkook and Tae would try to show you the beauty in everything. Jimin with his experience. Suga and Jin would be a tag duo. At the end of the day all 7 of them will be with you no matter what. “Hey, mind if I sit here?” Kookie would push you a bit to the side and plop himself next to you on the couch “ I know I sometimes don’t have much time to spend with you. I just want you to know that no matter what I will first and forever be your big brother. I don’t know if someone told you something, but the Jeon genes are too strong so people get jealous of our beauty and strength. My words sound out of the blue right now, but I hope you would remember them when you look in the mirror next time. It’s not just me that sees this, ask anyone from bangtan and they will agree with me. You look like this because all these features look the best on you and only my pretty little princess. You are my special little sister, when people finally notice how gorgeous and kind you are, I will have to beat them up.” his words made you giggle “I mean it! No boys even after 50!” Jungkook swung a punch in the air “Brother!”

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A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into [F. W.]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader (platonic); Fred Weasley x Reader.

Summary: Based on the song A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into from the musical Be More Chill; Y/N has conflicted feelings towards Draco, but talking to Fred might make she realize that she might be into someone else.

A/N: second post from the Musical Hogwarts list!! This is so cute, but there are no kisses here if that’s what you looking for. Also, if you want to really feel the song, I recommend reading first and then rereading it with the song.

Words: 1.700+

Musical Hogwarts || Hogwarts Masterlist

Fred and George walked in the Great Hall with a confident smile. They had just pranked Ron, and they couldn’t be happier with the results.

They found a place to sit next to y/N, a girl from Gryffindor that was the same age as Harry, Ron and Hermione. She was generally quite shy, but she used to have quirky remarks that made everybody laugh.

Today, however, she was looking rather upset.

Fred sat at her right and stared at her before paying attention to the food. He was hungry, but he was more worried about her than about lunch.

“What’s wrong, y/N?”

She looked up, noticing the twins sitting next to her. She tried to grin, but it seemed wrong. She turned back to her plate.

“Nothing.” It was nice having them caring about her, but they weren’t that close; she didn’t think it was prudent to tell them a secret about herself that she wasn’t even sure it was true.

Nevertheless, something kept on pushing her to talk.

“Come on, y/N, why the disturbed face?” Fred pushed. His big brown eyes made her more susceptible to spill her beans.

“Say there’s this person you pass in the hall every day,” she finally gave in, sighing before dropping her cutlery. “You’ve known him since... the first year.”

Fred raised a brow at her. He wasn’t so sure where that conversation was going. He looked at his twin, but George was too distracted with his food.

“You’re used to thinking about him in a certain way from the persona that he displayed,” she kept saying as if every detail was important. She felt that if he knew who she meant, things would be easier to understand; however, she was not confident enough to say his name.

“Okay...” Fred kept facing her, but his hands reached for the food in front of him. Not that he wasn’t curious, it was just ’cause he was hungrier than before.

“Then something changes,” she wrinkled her nose, uncertain how to proceed. “And he changes from a guy that you’d never be into to a guy that you’d kinda be into...”

Fred froze, the fork two inches from his mouth. Was her concern love? Y/N was in love?

He had not much to an opinion about it. It was obviously gonna happen someday, he just didn’t think y/N would confide in him.

“Is he worth it?” she asked, staring at his eyes with a sad look. “Fred? Is he?” she called Fred’s attention — but he seemed much more interested in his fork. She then breathed and looked away.

Fred turned to his twin, desperately wanting help. He had no idea what to do or what to say.

“Is she talking about me?” he asked George.

“Of course, she is!” George sort of whispered loudly. He had, in fact, paid attention to the whole conversation — y/N and Fred’s interactions were kinda his favourite TV series; there was always some drama! He didn’t think, however, that y/N would be the one to confess so soon. “Keep it up,” he elbowed his brother and turned back to his food.

Fred faced y/N again and met her eyes. He felt his cheeks turning red, but he seemed oblivious to his reaction. She kept talking:

“Say there’s this person that you never knew that well,” her voice was sweet like she was afraid of saying those things and regretting it.

Fred wished he knew what to say to comfort her. He had been undergoing the same lately — conflicted feelings, jealousy at random times...

“You thought that you had him pegged, but now you can’t tell...” y/N kept rambling, repeating the same words but Fred’s mind was far away. She was in love with him! Sure, she was proposing a hypothetical situation, but why would she mention it to Fred?

It all made sense — she and Fred didn’t use to hit it off so well at first. Fred (and George) were too much of pranksters for her; she didn’t believe tricking everyone every time was decent. But, this year, Fred had started to cool off, at least around her. He was becoming a gentleman — as Ginny phrased it.

“Is he worth it? Freddie?” y/N thought Fred didn’t seem much interested, and why would he be? It wasn’t like her to drift around the twins, but she just felt like he could understand.

“Absolutely,” Fred finally answered, lowering his brows in hopes to look more approachable.

She sighed and looked down at her now cold food.

“I don’t always relate to other people my age, except when I’m on the field,” oh, Quidditch... If things were as easy as the rules of the game. “There are so many changes that I’m going through,” she faced Fred and finally smiled, a sincere smile. She blushed at his reaction. “And why am I telling this to you?”

Fred was smiling back, just curving his lips up.

“Guess there’s a part of me that wants to,” she admitted. “I guess a part of me likes to, hm, talk to you. Who knew?”

Fred kept quiet, and she thought that she should end the conversation immediately. She was already too confused; she couldn’t even remember what she was first talking about. She was going to tell Fred she was in love... with someone else, right?

“I know that it’s weird, but it’s totally true,” she concluded, tilting her head to the left. “The guy that I’d kinda be into...” was she really going to tell Fred? Oh, Merlin, he was going to freak out, he was not going to take it well. None of her friends was.

“The guy that you’d kind of be into...” Fred encouraged her. He was very close to confessing his feelings himself, but he thought it was better to let her finish.

“Yeah, that guy that I’d kinda be into is...” she swallowed hard, biting her lip, attempting to remember the guy’s name, easily distracted with Fred’s face, “Draco.”

***

Fred was panicking. He was not expecting to hear y/N confess having feelings for Draco Malfoy.

Merlin, how?? When did you have the time to befriends Draco? He couldn’t have been treating you nice from the beginning, could he?

Thankfully, George intervened after your confession.

“Bro, we gotta go now!” he pulled Fred up. “Like right now!”

Fred gulped while y/N exchanged looks with the boys, confused about what was happening and very suspicious. Fred wasn’t going to say a thing after her whole trouble of telling him about who she fancies?

She didn’t have time to stop the twins, though, because soon they disappeared out of the Hall.

Y/N sighed. Now what? Did that mean Fred disapproved? Part of her knew he wouldn’t like it — Draco was some sort of bad guy from the Weasleys’ point of view — but she expected him to say something.

Perhaps that meant she was overlooking things. Draco had been nice to her for the past couple of weeks, but maybe it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like Draco to be nice, but he could be trying to change.

Or he could fancy her too.

No, he probably doesn’t.

***

“Hermione?” y/N called the bushy-haired girl’s name with a weak voice, but it was sufficient for her to hear it.

She had just arrived into the Gryffindor room with Harry and Ron, but the boys seemed to have their own problems to think about, so they didn’t mind when Hermione walked towards y/N, leaving them behind.

Y/N was sitting at the bottom of the stairs — squeezed close to the wall, leaving an empty space for those who wanted to go up to their dorms.

“What’s it, y/N?” Hermione asked, sitting on the step above hers.

“I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but...” y/N gulped, “has Draco seem nicer to you lately?”

“Particularly to me, or to everyone in general?”

She gave it a thought, “in general.”

“He does seem more... calm, I guess,” Hermione answered, lowering her shoulders. “It’s not that he stopped calling people names, it’s just that he has stopped calling people at all.”

Y/N sighed, looking down at the book she had in hands. Hermione noticed the change in her mood and asked about it.

“I knew I was seeing things where there were none,” y/N rued. “I thought I could be fancying him, but I’ve passed the whole afternoon trying to list things about him that I liked I could only come up with three.”

“Are there three things you like about Malfoy?” Hermione asked in a mocking tone, and y/N giggled.

“Funny, right?” she agreed. “Well, I’ve got: good looking—”

“Unfortunately, I agree, ” Hermione interrupted with a frowned face.

“—smart and empathetic.”

“I’m sorry — empathetic? When has he been empathetic??” Hermione showed her disbelief, moving her hands around.

Y/N pressed her lips together, thinking if she should tell Hermione or not.

“He noticed I was sad about my whole parents’ thing,” she said finally, “and we talked about some families coincidences we have.”

“You mean the death eater parents?” she asked with a bit too loud voice and y/N complained. Hermione gulped a sorry.

Not everyone in school knew about the terrible family y/N had, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, I guess he can understand that. But has he ever been nice to you before?”

Y/N liked that about Hermione — she was logical and wanted to know her arguments to defend the crush. She didn’t seem to care the crush in question was on Draco Malfoy.

“No, not really,” y/N sighed, looking away, tilting her head down.

“Y/N, if I can be honest, I don’t think you like him,” although harsh, Hermione’s words did not hurt you. She was right, as always. “You’re probably just needy.”

“Mione!!” she screamed, pretending to be mad with Hermione who burst into laughter.

Hermione and y/N kept sitting on the stairs, smiling at each other, glad to have one another when a new worry popped into y/N’s mind.

“Oh, shit!”

“What, y/N?” Hermione looked down at her, passing one arm around her shoulders.

Y/N wasn’t completely wrong with her thoughts — she just directed it to the wrong direction. She had a crush. It was not on Draco, however.

“I need to talk to Fred!” y/N yelled, already getting up and leaving her book behind with Hermione.

“Told you you’re needy!” Hermione shouted back, laughing hard.

Y/N slowed down just to turn back at her friend with bulging eyes. “Shut up, Mione!”

#fred weasley #draco malfoy #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #draco malfoy x reader #fred and george #george weasley #Hermione Granger #harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #be more chill #hogwarts #fred x reader

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hello-casualbouquetcycle · 4 years

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What If: Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua became Hollows

Recently I’ve rediscovered my love for the monsters that are Hollows. Hollows, despite originally being from Bleach, would also fit rather well into the Scum Villain’s Self Saving System Universe - I bet Airplane bro took inspiration from lots of sources when he created the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way.

So I’ve been thinking, what if Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu died before Luo Binghe returned from the Endless Abyss and just couldn’t help but linger in the world of the living because their respective charges - Luo Binghe and Mobei Jun - weren’t finished with the story yet.

Binghe hasn’t even returned yet and Mobei Jun hasn’t ascended and defeated his evil uncle yet. Their demons still need them!

Not to mention, they can’t really bring themselves to leave their disciples either, their children are drowing in mourning - Shen Qingqiu’s kids - and chaos - Shang Qinghua’s brats. Their fellow Peak Lords also took it harder than expected.

A year after their death, cultivators and demons alike sense something - something feral, something cold and dark and hungry, like predators stalking prey.

Whenever Qing Jing and An Ding disciples are on missions, beasts and demons either stay away from them or when they do come close, are chased off by something the children can’t see. They can hear the shrieks and screams of dying, terrified prey, though. Liu Qingge and some of his disciples are asked to act as guards. Whatever it or they are, they do not attack someone from the sect however.

Luo Binghe sometimes feels eyes on him, thinks he can see something white out of the corner of his eye, but never catches anything.

Mobei Jun sometimes thinks the rooms he stays in are colder than they should be. As an ice demon, he thinks it might be his fault, at first, that Shang Qinghua’s death bothered him more than expected - due to the long time they’ve know each other and his good work, he reasons - and that he is releasing more of his qi than he realizes. But months pass and he can’t shake the feeling that this is a cold that does not belong, not even here in the Northern Desert.

Another year goes by, time passes, the cold, hungry feeling does not leave. But sometimes, now, bone white shapes can be spotted. Even sometimes on the Peaks.

One was rather large but lean, with long legs and a long tail. Liu Qingge chased it through the bamboo forest once and swears it wasn’t completely white but had light green spots.

The other was smaller and more skittish. Once it hides it’s impossible to find it again. It’s got to the point where some think it’s only a large white mouse or rat of some kind. Mobei Jun, though, knows the North is not warm enough for such a being and why would it sit on his desk among ink and paper anyway, as though as it was reading the reports? It’s gone before he can catch it though.

One day, they will see two human shapes. With holes in their chests and bone masks on their faces. With faces of two who have died years ago. Who now do not remember their human lives. Only that some people are important and they need to be protected and defended.

I choose a gepard for Shen Qingqiu/Yuan because at first glance gepards are fast and graceful runners and predators - fitting for big cats - but they are also very sensitive and kind of need emotional support dogs in zoos, fitting for secretly very stressed Shen Yuan. Shang Qinghua needs to fill in that role for now.

Shang Qinghua is a rat for all the good and bad associations. The spy and sect traitor, the harmless looking pest. Someone who hates violence and fighting. A coward, so to speak. Someone who is intelligent and hard working. A big eater, like a hamster but sharper and more dangerous. Someone who sticks to people he cares about (Cucumber bro and Mobei Jun). Someone who will sit on his fellow hollow’s head when the other is upset because he knows he has forgotten something, someone important. Probably more than just one. It’s the best position to pet his ears.

#bleach #scum villain's self saving system #crossover #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #hollow au #scum villain

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starsandmoonys · 4 years

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Uh oh, here's another shitty one shot.

Regulus Black, the happiest Ghost

"That's a bad colour on you"

Sirius spun, there shouldn't be anyone in this room. He reached for his wand, startled. He was picking what to wear because he was going to see Remus today and was really trying to look his best.

"You can't just show up out of nowhere and scare the shit out of me," Sirius said, aggravated but turning again to his wardrobe to search for a proper shirt, a better colour.

"Especially at these times, it's not safe. I could've-" He added, but stopped himself.

"Sure, give me all you got, I'm see-through." The voice behind him chuckled, getting nearer. "Also it's the whole point of my existence, I show up whenever; scare you. It's fun." Arrogant and annoying even after death, some things just don't change.

"Yeah, that's how you get your kicks, now."

"It's my power, and I love using it. I can't exactly scare anyone else. Stuck with you, my dearest brother."

"You can leave now, I'm busy." Sirius was buried in his pile of clothes, getting more annoyed and finding he has absolutely nothing to wear or nothing that would fit appropriate to where he's going. Sirius normally never cared what he wore, he thought he always looked good in whatever and anyone else's opinion never mattered, but it was Remus and he needed to please and impress.

"I can help, Blacks have always had style." He was now beside him. He could feel the coldness spreading out. Sirius looked up, he saw Regulus, his little brother. He was cold, pale, transparent, but he was smiling. It wasn't the first time Sirius would see him after he died. He would always show up to Sirius. He would talk to him, keep him company when the days would just be unbearable.

Regulus would always be beside him even during missions and duels with death eaters. Helping with lines like "Watch it.", "Lookout.", " on your left.". He'd been there when he cried over Remus. Sirius would talk his ears off but he never leaves, no matter how repetitive the conversation gets. He listens, and funnily enough to use the new information to tease the hell out of his brother in important situations. Like the last meeting of the order when he kept walking around making kissing faces at Remus just to irritate Sirius and get him to lose his focus and stare at the wrong person. Regulus's ghost was far happier and playful than when he was actually alive. Sirius thought of all the reasons why that made perfect sense.

Regulus had no Walburga, no missions, no pressure or responsibilities, not even the dark lord could hurt him. He only existed for his brother, and that was enough. He was always in a great manner. Only got sad when Sirius would cry or finish a mission looking miserable.

Sirius had a really hard time accepting Regulus's death. He always blamed himself for it. He was the one that left him. He abandoned him to those wretched humans they call parents. He let his brother be fooled by them, he let him sink into the darkness until it swallowed him whole. Until he died, and that was always on Sirius. Maybe if he hadn't left, his brother would still be alive. Maybe they would get through this war together. Regulus would move on with his life, be happy. Instead, he got his brother as a ghost, a voice and a shape, only Sirius could see or hear.

The first time Regulus appeared in front of Sirius, he thought he had finally slipped into madness. He knew he wasn't wired up right in the head, but to actually be able to see his own dead brother, a few days after his death, was his final straw. Especially when no one else could see him, he wasn't a normal spirit. His existence broke Sirius, it was always a reminder of what he did. Sirius would crash, breakdown, cry, sob, and scream at the pale figure. He couldn't be real. It was his mind playing sick tricks on him, maybe it was his parents doing something to him. It had to be anything but the fact that Regulus was actually there.

That was a year ago. After many sleepless nights, experiments and research, Sirius came to the realization that Regulus was a legitimate ghost, he was there for staying. He wasn't a part of Sirius's mind, and it made everything so much worse for him. His brother didn't choose afterlife, he chose to stay. When Sirius asked him, he would tell him that he wanted to be by his side, just like Sirius stayed and took all the spells and hits for him at the Grimuald place. It's torture to Sirius but he got used to it. Regulus wasn't going anywhere and Sirius was enjoying the company, maybe it's selfish but he has his brother.

"Shut up, turtle neck." Sirius eventually responded. Starting to give up on the colourful floor he sat on; piles of shirts and trousers, spread everywhere.

"They're cool, and you know it."

"Sure they are, Reggie."

"Coming from the bloke who owns half the stock of silk shirts in Britain. You buy them in every colour, it's disastrous."

"Why are you here, again?" Sirius turned his head to face his brother, who was now crouching examining the clothes, making disapproving noises and frowning.

"Fine, I'm leaving. You're on your own. Good luck." Regulus said, getting up and going towards the end of the bedroom, walking rather slowly.

"You're just going to roam around the house then come back again because you're a lonely bitch."

"You're a lonely bitch, Sirius." The Spirit responded, monotonously.

"We're both lonely, now can you please come and help, and stop being a pain in the ass, Reg." His brother just smirked at him. He knew what was coming. So he added and beat him to it. "Do not say the joke you're thinking about."

"Oh, you mean the joke about the pain in the ass? Yeah, you just stole it." Regulus was now beside him again, grinning. "Sure, I'll help. You wouldn't really want to miss tonight's pain in the ass, would you? Big bro." His grin got wider. Sirius could only facepalm as his brother was now laughing and doubling over on the floor with laughter at his very lame joke.

"I'm losing my mind here, in a crisis, and you're laughing," Sirius growled. He wanted to grab Regulus, smack him. His hand would just go through him, it makes him sad.

"So, the usual. Except, I'm the one laughing this time." Regulus said, finding his composure again.

"I'll just cancel with moony, and miss out on the opportunity to see him for the next three months," Sirius mumbled, getting up, shoulders slouched. He felt like crying.

"Or, you could wear those and have the greatest evening for the next three months." He turned around and saw Regulus trying to pick a shirt and a pair of trousers out of the pile, he failed obviously and ended up pointing at them while looking at Sirius. He walked back and picked up what his brother chose.

They were dark Jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket, except that it's not the one he normally wears. It's much more modest, without all the chains, pockets and excessive accessories. "Simple, yet charming," Regulus commented as Sirius was examining the clothes.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver." Sirius looked up to meet his brother's eyes. It's insane how they're just more alive now than ever before. "Aren't I always?" Regulus beamed back at him.

"Yeah, I'd hug you." Sirius smiled, looking down at his clothes. "Don't worry, I hug me every day." Regulus was wrapping his arms around himself, "Like that, self-love. It does wonders. You should try it."

"One day, Reg. One day, I just might. I'll go change now." Sirius said, smiling sadly.

"I have all the time in the world," Regulus spoke confidently, hands on his waist. "By the way, you really needn't stress that much about what you wear. I don't think Remus gives a shit, Sirius." Sirius cracked up, hummed in response and turned around for the second time to leave the bedroom. "and I mean it in every good way, brother." Regulus shouted from inside the bedroom as Sirius was shutting the bathroom door.

It's funny how things turned out with Sirius, he grew up in a hell house, with abusive parents. Ran away to his new family, the Potters. Left his actual brother in the hands of Voldemort. Fell in love with his male, half-blood, werewolf best friend. How he's currently fighting in a war against his former family, against everything he was raised to believe in. How he has his brother with him at any given time, comforting him when neither James nor Remus could be there. It's funny how everything in Sirius's life seems shit yet the best it could ever get at the same time. He didn't want it to end.

The Au I was talking about. I tried not to make it sad. Probably failed. Idk. Anyways, if you like it. Tell me. Maybe I can think of part two. I'm a Regulus stan, I have so much Regulus content and would write essays and essays about him. :)))))).

His relationship with Sirius is just so precious. :')

This is not in anyway edited sorry for the mistakes.

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howtotrainyouragents · 4 years

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I love the Halloween prompts list! If you're feeling up to it, how about the classic FitzHunter brotp + 30 and/or 82?

Hi! I am so sorry!! I legit have no explanation for why this took so long except that school is hard and I have not been writing (I wanted to at least finish this for Halloween, and I didn’t even do that T^T). But thank you so much for asking anyway!!! I am ALWAYS down for FitzHunter, the best of bros of all time. I tweaked the prompt a little, so hope that’s okay. Sorry again, and I hope you enjoy!!

82. “Do you think this is Harry Potter or something?” FitzHunter BROTP, mid-season 3. From this list:

Crumbs splattered Hunter’s face as he dove into his family-sized bag of southern style barbecue chips.

“Hey. Hey!” Fitz complained, rushing to brush the crumbs off his desk. “No eating in the lab!”

“In one ear and out the other, mate,” Hunter said around a mouth full of chips. “Mmm, you know, you just don’t find these kinds of flavors in England. Here try some, come on.”

Fitz knew he should refuse, but it was too much fun goofing around with Hunter. He glanced around the lab at Simmons talking to Daisy and all the other scientists busily working. With no one looking in their direction, Fitz opened his mouth and Hunter aimed to shoot.

“SCORE!” Hunter pumped his fist in the air.

“SHH!” Fitz hid his face as everyone swiveled to look at them.

Hunter cheekily waved at the lab. “Just cheering on all the good work you guys are doing here. Really proud. Keep it up,” he emphasized with a thumbs up.

Fitz covered up a laugh. He dropped into his seat, as Hunter leaned on the edge of the desk.

“You’ve got to work on your lies,” Fitz whispered.

“Who’s the field agent here, a.k.a. trained master of deception, me or you? Speaking of, what is that?”

Fitz had called up a series of schematics on his screen. They were rough sketches, inklings of ideas, but he was proud of them all the same. Hunter’s face, however, suggested they could have been ancient greek for all he knew.

“Just some new ideas I’ve been working. Deathlok hardware upgrades. Virtual reality simulator. This one,” he shuffled through the files, “could be a teleportation device. The monolith was able to connect places across the space-time continuum, and I’ve been looking at the properties of how it did that. I thought Gordon’s power could have been of some use, but it looks like we need a physical vehicle.”

“Like a cabinet,” Hunter joked.

Fitz raised an eyebrow.

“Like the Vanishing Cabinet.” Fitz frowned, and Hunter tried again. “You know, the sixth book. Took the Death Eaters to the Room of Requirements.” Fitz shook his head confusedly. “Half Blood Prince, mate! Malfoy, Snape, Dumbledore. It’s kind of a big deal!”

“Oh, is this some kind of Harry Potter thing?”

“Is this some kind of-” Hunter jumped up, his hands strangling the chip bag. He looked like someone had just slapped his mother. “Fitz, are you telling me you’ve never read Harry Potter?”

“Didn’t really get around to it,” Fitz admitted, scratching his chin.

“Watched it?”

“Never had the time. There are like nine movies, aren’t there?”

“EIGHT! Eight movies. Seven books.”

“That’s a lot. Do people really watch and read all that?”

Hunter pinched his nose. “Fitz, tell me you’re joking,” he siad, drawing out the syllables in exasperation. “How can you not know Harry Potter? It’s a classic! A phenomenon! It’s a part of our nation’s legacy!”

“I’m Scottish.”

“Hogwarts is in Scotland!” Hunter yelped.

Fitz could practically see his brain melting in his skull.

Hunter took a shaky breath, half-talking to himself. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late. I can save him.” He pointed at Fitz. “Clear your schedule for the next 24 hours. We’ll marathon all eight movies. And I’ll run out right now and buy you all the books.” He funneled the last of the crumbs into his mouth. “I am not letting my best friend live another day without knowing the magic and beauty of Harry Potter.”

He marched out of the lab, muttering, “Honestly, who’s heard of such a thing? What kind of Ravenclaw is he?”

Fitz watched him leave, lips pressed together, and then calmly returned to his schematics.

Simmons and Daisy had been watching the exchange, and now Simmons spoke up, “What are you talking about, Fitz? We’ve watched those movies like five times together, and you said read the whole series with your mum.”

“Yeah, and what about that project you’re working on for Bobbi?” Daisy chimed in.

Fitz couldn’t keep it up anymore. He picked up the said bracelet and baton, and grinned cheekily at them. “I know, I know. It’s just so easy to prank him.” He chucked the baton across the room, and with a beep the metal bracelet called the baton back to his hand. Project. A.C.C.I.O. was a success.

“Who’s the master of deception, now?” Fitz said to himself.

#man i hope this is okay!#aos #agents of shield #fitz #hunter #fitzhunter #aos fic

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Changing Titles ~ Pt. 7

A/N: WOOOOOH! Gotta say I was looking for a good cliffhanger to leave it on and I really like this one. Got me a bit hyped. I wasn’t planning on writing anything but I felt this need of doing something for my relaxation so let’s just hope you like it like I like it.

He was back. Your brother, James, he was back.

It was like everything became right but wrong at the same time.

He was always beside you, always walking you to your class no matter how far he was from his own. He was a real gentleman, a real brother.

At first, you thought it might have been the guilt that was eating him from the inside out but later on, you realized that it wasn’t that. He still loved to pick on you, to joke around with you, to be a meaner older brother that he was when the two of you were kids. But he also more around, always there to sit with you, to ask you how are you or how was your day, to bring you closer to his friends, to get along with your own friends. He was really trying to be a better brother and that made you so happy again.

He confided in you as well. The way his eyes had this gorgeous light in them the way he spoke about Lily Evans. He became so different, so shy when he spoke about her.

But there was still one problem. Your Dark Mark.

How could you tell him that the Dark Lord chose you to be his follower? HOw could tell your own brother who has been trying so hard to make everything right between the two of you that you felt this odd connection with the darkest wizards this century?

If it was like yesterday, you could see his bloody red eyes, slits as pupils like the snake that he was. You could see his long pale fingers taking your sleeve up, you could feel his cold touch and his cold, dead tone of a voice-

“ Oi! Tiny!” a voice broke you from any deeper thoughts.

You looked up at the boy who was walking towards you with his friends, a gorgeous beam on his lips. Unconsciously you grabbed the edge of your sleeve and pulled it down. “ Hi.” you smiled and closed the book that was open in your lap.

“ Whatchu got there?” he asked, grabbing the book from your lap. “ Advanced Potions?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you and grinned. “ Really?”

“ If you must know, big bro, is that I have a test coming and need to get an Outstanding grade.” you lifted your chin and grabbed the book from his lap.

“ Where’s your usual partner in crime?” said Sirius who sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

You looked at the hand on your shoulder than later at him.

“ Oi! Mate!” James warned him but Sirius only smiled wider.

“ Don’t worry, Prongs. I’m not after your little sister. Just teasing her a bit.” he winked and you only shot him an eye roll, taking his hand off your shoulder and throwing it at him.

“ Go tease the girls who actually don’t know what a prick you are.” you gave him a fake smile before standing up and grabbing your things. “ Gotta go shower but I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“ Alright but answer me this.” James looked up from his armchair at you while you stopped next to him.

“ Yeah, What?”

“ Why are you still wearing long sleeves. It’s hot in here?” he grabbed your left arm and tried to pull you back but with every muscle in your body, you ripped your arm away from him and stepped back.

Everybody was now looking at you with wide eyes, James especially. “ Uhm...I’m waiting for my scars to heal.” you grabbed your arm by the elbow and backed away.

“ You sure?” James started to get suspicious, his eyes narrowing at you.

“ Yeah- uhm- see you guys tomorrow. Night.” you mumbled out and waved at Peter and Remus who were both on the sofa opposite of you. Though you could have sworn Remus’ eyes were looking at you differently from all of his friends’.

---

You’ve showered and you pulled the oversized sweater of your brother ’s, covering the dark mark and tugging the left sleeve more down. Finally walking out of the shower you saw Chilli reading her book on her bed. She glanced up at you and smiled.

“ You look adorable in his sweater but tell me again how on earth are you not sweating in that when you sleep?” she closed the book and sat up.

“ Oh, trust me. I am.” you chuckled and made your way towards the bed, sitting beside her.

“ Then why do you -”

“ We’re best friends, right?” you cut in, glancing away for a moment then back at her brown eyes.

“ Yeah. Of course.” she knotted her eyebrows and looked at you with a puzzled expression on her face. “ Why would you ask me that?” she smiled, yet her eyes showed that she was more serious than she intended to be.

“ Uhm...well...” you mumbled, fidgeting your fingers and tugging your sleeves down. “ Dumbledore told me that it’s better that nobody knows this and that I should just say I don’t remember anything about what happened to me but you’re like a sister to me and-” you felt something cut your throat and take your voice away. Tears shed from your eyes and you couldn’t even look at her.

She immediately wrapped you in her arms and kept the hug tight. “ Shhh. It’s alright. You can trust me.”

“ I-I-” your voice started to shake and you could barely see through the fat tears that kept gathering in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. “ I woke up in this dark room. I-I-I don’t know where exactly, all I remember that it was dark and that there were two people there. “ you sobbed and she took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “ I-I don’t remember how I got there, I don’t remember what I was doing that day at all just...he was there- you-you know...” you tried to tell her but her eyes were only filled with worry.

“ Who was there?”

“ The Dark Lord a-and some guy. I- I don’t know. He was older and I couldn’t recognize him.” you shook your head. “ And he offered me a deal. You know- the -”

“ The Dark Lord.” she finished.” What deal?”

“ He said that if I become his follower that he would let me go. A-a-and if I don’t he’ll kill me and every single soul I ever made contact with.” more tears now fell down your cheeks and you felt her hold soften a bit.

“ (Y/n)...” she spoke softly, putting one hand on her mouth before letting a quiet sob.

“ I was scared and-and I thought of mum and dad, of you, of James, of-of everybody and I-I didn’t know what else to do.” you sobbed and threw your head in your hands.

“ (y/n), don’t tell me you’ve.”

“ I’ve agreed to take the deal.” you looked at her through your swollen eyes and showed her the Dark Mark.

Chilli gasped when her eyes met your forearm, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“ I couldn’t let him hurt you. I have to follow him. I have to say everything he does or he’ll kill all of you.” you cried. “ And I knew he wasn’t lying. He was determined about everything. I could see it in his eyes, the-the disappointment when I said yes. Bu-but when I said yes, I feel I’ve just ended someone else’s family. The lust of killing someone, it didn’t disappear. He went for someone else.”

Chilli kept quiet yet even though no word came out of her mouth, she threw herself in your embrace, hugging you as tightly as possible. You sobbed on her shoulder yet not because anything related to what you have just said but because she was still here, with you and not running away, and hiding.

She pulled away and cupped your cheeks immediately. “ You and me, Potter. We’re the it, the power duo. We’re Equals and as long as you live, I live. If you die, I die. I’ll walk beside you towards Heaven or Hell but I’ll never, ever let you go through something like this alone.”

---

It felt so liberating telling your secret. It felt lighter, showing something the darkest part of you.

Yet, still, there was guilt when he was around. When your brother confided in you when he told you about Remus’ furry little problem when he decided to tell you about his Animagnus or any secret he held inside of him.

How could you tell him? - You simply couldn’t.

---

James graduated, he has gotten himself the apartment and he was in the Order.

He protested, of course, he protested, saying he wouldn’t want you involved in this but if he only knew, you already were.

Chilli and you both got through a shit ton of pain and torture together. Mastering Occlumency, having hours and hours of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, training to be double spies. However, the only thing you really held against Chilli was that she made herself a Death Eater as well.

* flashback *

“ I NEVER WANTED YOU TO GO THIS FAR! I NEVER WANTED YOU TO BECOME ONE!” you bellowed outside the Shrieking Shack.

“ I’VE TOLD YOU, I’LL WALK BESIDE YOU TOWARDS HEAVEN OR HELL! WE’RE EQUALS!” she bellowed back, her wand at her side as well as yours.

“ NO! WE’RE NOT!”

“ WELL, WE MIGHT AS WELL BECOME ONE!” she shouted and you stared at her. “We’ve been through thick and thin, (y/n). Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe we should really be marked as Equals? Come to think of it, don’t you think he- The Dark Lord- would want to turn us against each other but not if we get marked as Equals, not if you and I make a vow to never hurt each other.”

“ What?”

“ Besides Snape, you’re his favorite. He knows you’re a great witch. Pureblood, daring, cunning,...You’re everything he seeks in a wizard. “

“ So what? He wouldn’t care about me or my life.”

“ Yes but he trusts you. He knows you’ll obey, he knows you won’t stand down.” she continued, coming closer to you and taking your hands. “ He thinks he has you wrapped around his little finger but what he doesn’t realize it’s the other way around.”

*end of flashback*

So, the two of you were marked as Equals. The two of you weren’t separated on the missions, only on special occasions.

And nobody knew. Nobody knew except the two of you and Dumbledore.

“ Think of the most beautiful memory. The memory that you know would be the first and the last when the world turns dark.” his gentle voice echoed in the office and both of you with Chilli exchanged looks.

“ If I get it first, you’ll buy me a round at Three Broomsticks.” she smirked and you laughed.

“ It’s on Gonalez.” you smirked as well and was prepared to cast.

‘ After he finished putting on your tights, he turned to the wardrobe to get your dress but when he turned around, he stopped at the sight of your top. You were wearing your pink top with a golden snitch sewed on it. He smiled and shook his head. “ Why are you wearing that?”

You looked down at your top and beamed. “ Because you have the same one.” ‘

“ EXPECTO PATRONUS!” you shouted on top of your lungs and a silver light emerged from a tip of your wand.

There was some struggling to figure out the shape of it but it soon started to run on its four legs until it stopped to show its beautiful horns and majestic body.

“ Oh, my god. It’s a stag.” Chilli laughed and looked at you. “ Just like-”

“ James’ Animagnus.” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.

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But the day had to come.

“ Boop.” you booped his tiny nose and he giggled. “ Where’s your nose?” you cooed to him, booping it again. “Boop. There it is.” you smiled at the 1-year-old and making him laugh.

“ You make such a great aunt.” said James who was sitting on the sofa, writing down some documents and looking up at you.

“ And to think, I used to hate you.” smiled Lily, placing a cup of tea to the coffee table beside you.

“ Same.” you chuckled and picked little Harry in your arms and lifting him up. “ He is just so adorable.” you hugged him and he giggled in your embrace. “ I just want to stay like this forever.” you rocked him left and right, his little black head pressed against your chest.

“ I’d ask you if you felt the same during his night-time.” Lily yawned and sat beside James, running her fingers through the side of his hair.

“ Believe it or not, I think he gets that from her. She was a cranky sleeper.” he glanced at you, smirking.

“ That’s because you were around.” you retorded back and Lily laughed.

“ You’re out of toilet paper.” said Sirius as he walked in the living room and stopped at the sight of you sitting on the floor and rocking baby Harry in your arms. He didn’t know whether to say something or keep quiet.

Because there you were, rocking him, smiling at the little boy, his Godson and you had this beautiful glow.

“ Again?” James groaned. “ Are you eating it, Pads because I swear it’s always out whenever you come to visit.”

“ Which is every day.” Lilly rolled her eyes and Sirius laughed.

“ What can I say. I drink a lot of water.” he shrugged and sat on the armchair, which gave a great view of you and the little toddler. “ So, how is the little guy?” he nodded at you and you smiled.

“ Well, I think he’s asleep but knowing he’s my nephew I feel like he’s just acting.” you looked down at his tiny fingers as they were still in his mouth.

“ Yeah, I remember when you used to do that.” James laughed and walked over to look at his son. “ He’s asleep. Just like his aunt, he puts his hand to his mouth when he falls asleep.”

“ Okay then.” you whispered and slowly got up the floor. “ I’ll just take him to his crib.”

When you gently put him down, you put a blanket over him and booped his nose one more time, gently. “ Night, Tiny.” you smiled and made your way back to the living room, yet surprised to see your best friend, Remus, and Dumbledore in the same room.

“ (y/n).” James looked at you, holding sobbing Lily in his arms.

“ What’s going on?”

“ We need to leave, now!” Chilli ordered while Lily shot from James embrace.

“ Wait! Where are the two of you going?”

“ What’s going on?” you asked when Chilly grabbed you by the wrist and tried to disapparate.

“ You either tell him now or he’ll find out when he calls us.” Chilli whispered, her glare serious as ever.

“ Find out what?” both Remus and Sirius looked at the two of you.

“ What?” James glanced at his friends and you. “ (Y/n)? Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

“ (y/n), you’re wearing short sleeves, the moment he calls us the charm will break and it will show. We have to go. Now.” she whispered more quietly yet still aggressively.

But it was too late. The area on your forearm burnt as well as on Chilli’s. She let go of you immediately, taking a hold of her own forearm. “ Let’s go! Now!” she shouted and you took one last glance at your brother, his eyes on your arm, his heart sinking deeper into his stomach.

“ Tiny?”

And you were gone.

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bgn846 · 5 years

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The Little Advisor - FFXV Fanfic

Ignis get hit with a status effect that de-ages him to the tender age of seven. However it takes him a little while to warm up the bros, and he may never believe Noct is the prince.

Check it out on AO3 if you want otherwise it’s all below.

The look of fear in the young boy’s eyes was enough to make Gladio stop his approach. “It’s okay buddy, come on don’t you recognize me?” He tried with a nervous smile. “It’s me Gladdy.”

The fair haired, green eyed youth took a step back and looked like he was about to start crying as Noct ran over. “Holy sh --.” He exclaimed before Gladio cut him off.

“Noct, language!” He chided as he knelt on the ground to be eye level with the boy who had managed to find a large rock to hide behind.

“Guys! That fight was intense I don’t think I’ve ever seen that monster before.” Prompto exclaimed as he ran over to see what Noct and Gladio were looking at. The scene that unfolded before him was not expected. The prince and his bodyguard were trying to talk to a small child. How did a kid even make it all the way out here?

There was something odd about the youth, his features were familiar and he was staring at Gladio like he’d seen a ghost. He had to be no older than seven, dressed in little slacks, a white shirt, and vest. Then a thought hit Prompto like a ton of bricks, was he looking at a young Ignis!? He couldn’t help it as he squealed. “Ignis! Is that you?”

The boy still looked distressed but managed to take a deep enough breath to speak. “How – how do you all know me?” He asked in a timid voice.

“Iggy it’s me Gladdy, we grew up together. I’m just older now.” The shield tried for a second time.

“Huh uh! You’re too big and your hair is different! Ignis shouted with a pained face. The kid still looked like he might burst into tears any second.

“Did he suffer a status effect?” Noct asked quickly trying to catch up to what was going on.

“Like sunshine said, that monster was new so I guess it had a new magic trick to go with it.” Gladio sighed.

“What do we do?” Prompto asked worriedly. It didn’t seem like Ignis was going to be very trusting of them anytime soon.

Gladio turned back to put his full attention to Ignis. “Do you remember when we decided to play hide and seek from my dad? We ran out to hide in the garden and we both fell into the fish pond.”

This surprisingly got a reaction out of little Ignis. He leaned out partially from his spot behind the rock and looked at Gladio very seriously. “What did we do after we fell in?” He asked.

Smiling the shield recounted the rest of the tale. “We were silly and ran back into the house screaming for help and got the floor all wet and made my dad fall on his butt.”

In a flash Ignis had bolted from his spot and ran straight for Gladio after he finished talking. The tears that had been threatening to spill were now coming full force as he clung to Gladio’s neck. “Wh—aaa happened?” He wailed. “Wh – ere are we?”

“We are outside of Insomnia and you got struck by some magic that is confusing you.” Gladio offered as he hugged little Ignis and rubbed his back.

“Don’t leave me!” He cried out unsure of what to expect next.

“I’m not gonna leave you Iggy, its okay we will help you.”

After a minute of sobbing Ignis had managed to calm down enough to lean back and stare incredulously at Noct and Prompto. “Who are those two?” He whispered in Gladio’s ear as he wiped an errant tear away from his round cheek.

Blondie over there is named Prompto, he is a very good friend of mine if you need anything you can ask him for help alright.” Pausing Gladio looked to Noct next. “Do you remember taking care of the prince?”

Ignis nodded and narrowed his eyes at Noct.

“Well that’s Noctis.” He added pointing for dramatic effect.

“Na uh.” Ignis pouted. “He doesn’t look like him at all, don’t try and trick me.”

“Hey buddy I’m not trying to trick ya, it’s true he’s the prince.”

Ignis outright frowned this time and shook his head more aggressively. He then turned back and hugged Gladio again so he didn’t have to look at the rest of them. The walk back to camp was interesting, Gladio had asked if Ignis wanted to be carried and he had agreed immediately. Prompto trailed behind with Noct keeping stride next to him.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t recognize me.” Noct huffed under his breath. “Gladio looks so different and I’m practically the same. What gives!”

“Maybe you should try smiling more. I mean it worked for the big guy.” Prompto offered.

Noct grumbled and kept pace with them even if he was stomping more than usual. Though the blonde also felt a little left out. Gladio seemed to be the only one of them that Ignis would interact with. Once the haven was within sight Noct ran ahead to talk to Gladio.

“So what’s the plan? Do we have any idea how long he’ll stay little.” Noct asked.

“I think we should give a couple days and if nothing changes then we -- um – jeez I don’t know Noct. The list of people available to ask questions to is kinda small these days. I’m praying to the astrals this will work itself out like every other status effect we’ve had to deal with.”

“Fair enough.” Noct agreed and then he scowled. “What are we going to do for dinner? Kids are picky eaters and our chef is underage.”

Gladio didn’t even grace the question with an answer he shook his head and climbed up on the haven ignoring Noct.

Dinner as it turned out wasn’t an issue, little Iggy seemed to take to whatever they gave him. He did stay glued to Gladio’s side during the whole meal though. Noct to his credit did try and start a conversation with his de-aged advisor but it didn’t quite have the desired effect.

“Hey Specs did you like dinner?” Noct asked looking directly at Ignis.

The look of death the young boy shot at the prince was epic. Prompto didn’t think kids of that age were capable of processing that depth of emotion.

“I’m grateful for the food but there’s no reason to make fun of me. You’re mean!” He huffed.

“Whaa – I’m not making fun of you that’s what I call you all the time!” Noct scrambled.

“Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean you can pick on me for it!”

“Seriously I’m not picking on you! We are really good friends trust me.” Noct tried again. It was becoming obvious that Noct had forgotten little Ignis only had his younger memories. He was trying to talk to him like an adult.

“Hey Iggy, I’m sure Noct doesn’t mean anything bad by what he said. He won’t call you that again I promise.” Prompto chimed in to help the situation. “Right buddy?” He asked looking to the prince.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” He exclaimed.

“Noct, just stop talking buddy you are making it worse.” Prompto added with a soft voice. Thinking quickly on what might distract Ignis from the way the conversation had gone he perked up when he remembered how they’d gotten to the haven. “Hey Iggy, wanna help me bed down the chocobos?”

For the first time Ignis actually seemed excited about something. He sat up straight in his chair that had been drug so close to Gladio’s the metal legs were intertwined. “They have been grazing for the afternoon so it’s time for us to collect them and make sure they are safe.”

He nodded and his green eyes lit up in excitement. “Can I go with Prom? Please?” He begged looking up at Gladio.

“Sure of course I told you he’s a good friend of mine; you’ll be safe with Prompto.”

No more words were exchanged and Ignis shot up out of his chair to follow the blonde. “Oh! Do I need to help clean up?” He asked quickly looking around at his empty plate.

“You’re good kiddo, Noct and I will clean up, go check out the chocobos.” Gladio said with a smile.

At the mention of Noct’s name Ignis scowled again and gave him a dirty look. Prompto caught Gladio trying to stifle a snicker; he was enjoying Ignis giving Noct shit. The prince seemed so enraged and he was opening his mouth to comment but Prompto drug Ignis away with him before he had the chance.

It became clear that de-aged Ignis absolutely loved chocobos, almost to the same fervor as himself. Prompto would have to figure out how to milk this new development. Ignis was jumping up and down and chasing the birds around as the blonde rounded them up.

Ignis’ chocobo seemed to understand that the little bundle of energy running around was her normal rider. She followed him intently and kwehed at him a few times in an effort to play. Prompto was only able to pry him away from the now corralled birds with a promise of riding them the next day.

Seeing Ignis as a kid was so odd, he did things that other children his age would do but it was still weird to see Ignis acting this way. Prompto just assumed he’d been an adult forever.

The remainder of the evening was spent around the fire relaxing. Ignis had first gone to sit on Gladio’s lap but when he’d taken out his book to read the younger boy became bored quickly. He wiggled out from under the shields arm and tentatively approached Prompto. “Can I sit with you?”

“Sure buddy! Wanna play a game with me?” Prompto asked as the little boy clamored into his chair to sit with him.

“What game?”

“Kings knight and if we play well we can beat grumpy pants over there.” Prompto added with a grin as he looked over to Noct.

Ignis immediately got serious and balled his little hands into fists. “Game on!” He shouted excitedly as he sat on Prompto’s lap.

The chatter of Ignis’ voice calling out moves and warning of danger filled the next hour. Prompto and he managed to wallop Noct in the game. The blonde wasn’t sure if he wasn’t trying or was so flummoxed at Ignis’ attitude towards him that he kept messing up. Either way it was fun.

Sleeping arrangements didn’t go as expected when they all piled into the tent once the fire had died down. Ignis usually slept on the outside edge next to Noct but when he was shown to his sleeping bag he started fidgeting. “Um – do I have to sleep there?” He asked quietly.

“It’s where you normally sleep.” Noct cut in with a frown.

Noct really needed to work on smiling because Ignis started crying a second later. Thankfully Gladio came to the rescue. Clearly helping to raise his little sister had instilled some good life lessons.

“Hey Iggy, which shirt do you want to sleep in? The one with chocobos on it or the one with a moogle?” He asked easily.

Prompto watched in awe as Ignis managed to stop crying and wiped his nose. “Um – what color is the chocobo one?” He sniffled as he wandered over to Gladio.

Both shirts were his because why on Eos would Gladio own either of them and Noct only owned dark stuff. The shield showed him both and Ignis selected the yellow chocobo one. Prompto was tasked with helping him change while Gladio did some rearranging of the sleeping bags.

“There! How’s that Iggy?” Gladio questioned a moment later.

The kid smiled finally and hopped on his feet. “That’s mine in the middle right?” He checked while pointing.

“Yep, right in between me and Prompto, so you’ll be safe. Sound good?”

That seemed to end the issue for the night and Ignis happily settled into his newly assigned sleeping spot in Prompto’s oversized T-shirt. Noct looked so put out that he’d been relegated to the edge of the tent that he immediately turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Prompto nearly forgot they were on the run and trying to save the world. He had a good reason, there was a giggling little kid trailing him around. The first adventure of the day had been waking up the chocobos and feeding them. Next they packed up camp and set off in the direction the next haven.

They’d done the two day trek on chocobo to reach a tomb. It had been a bust but they’d still run into the nasty monster that had de-aged Ignis. Thankful that no one had been seriously injured and the natural choice was to head back to the regalia and continue on.

When they’d started out on the birds the original intent had been for Ignis to ride his own. However he didn’t feel comfortable by himself and ended up sitting with Prompto. Once he felt safe all he wanted was for Prompto to make the bird go faster. Typical kid.

It was during one of these moments when they were running ahead of the group that Ignis squealed excitedly. “Look!!” He shouted.

“Huh! What is it kiddo?” Prompto asked concerned.

“A lake! Can we go swimming? Pretty please!” He begged.

Gladio rode up a second later. “What’s up?”

“Iggy wants to go swimming.” Prompto offered as he pointed to the body of water.

“I think we are almost to the next haven so this would be a good stopping point to take a quick break. Hey princess you get to fish if you want.” Gladio called back to Noct who looked positively miserable sitting with a scowl on his face.

“Yippee.” He droned.

“Come on man cheer up, if you catch anything we will have a good dinner. I do know how to cook a fish!” Gladio replied.

Poor Noct had pretty much been given the cold shoulder by Ignis the whole day. The glasses comment and sleeping bag misunderstanding had soured things. No matter how many times Gladio and Prompto had tried to explain that Noct meant well. Ignis still refused to believe it was really the prince. His friend wouldn’t act like that, he’d insisted. Noct was sweet and fun to hang out with.

Of course the prince over heard these exchanges and that would send him off into a little spiral of depression. His beloved advisor didn’t like him anymore.

Seeing tiny Ignis run with all his might and jump straight into a slightly cold body of water was amusing. He surfaced a second later screaming. At first the blonde thought something bad had happened. Then the sound of laughter combined with the super loud splash from Gladio cannonballing in after him calmed his nerves.

Noct had taken a position at the end of the dock to fish and ignore them all as they had fun. Prompto had never seen Gladio laugh so much as they did that afternoon. Little Ignis was a pretty good swimmer and once he figured out the shield could bodily toss him several feet in the air he was hooked. He could only imagine the fun they must have had when they were kids together. Gladio clearly cared a lot about the advisor.

After what seemed like an hour Gladio called Ignis over and suggested they get out. Prompto had gotten out already since he’d started to get cold. Ignis was practically turning purple but apparently kids don’t notice those things. He whined loudly at the suggestion he wanted to play more. One stern look from Gladio changed his mind real quick.

It was all for the best because Ignis got dried off, redressed, and wrapped in a large blanket. Then not five minutes later he was fast asleep in Gladio’s arms.

“Any luck Noct?” Prompto asked.

“Not yet, but maybe now that you guys aren’t making such a racket I’ll catch one.” He huffed.

He was right, it only took another thirty minutes and they had food for dinner. “It’s getting late we should find that haven and set up camp.” Gladio reasoned.

The haven was only a short ride away and it looked like they were going to make it there without issue until a pair of cockatrices showed up. “One of us needs to look after Iggy!” Gladio shouted quickly.

“Give him to Prompto, he might run away from me at this point and he needs to stay safe!” Noct instructed as he dismounted and prepared for battle.

“Highness!” Gladio growled. “I need you to stay safe as well, Iggy would run me through if something happened to you.”

“Then don’t let anything bad happen to me!” He shot back. “Let’s go!”

Ignis woke up as he was being roughly transferred from Gladio to Prompto. He was groggy but became alert the second the battle started. Trying to help, Prompto offered calming words as they took the birds and hid behind some nearby rocks.

The blonde desperately wanted to help but he wasn’t sure how Ignis would handle the sound of his guns. Not to mention the birds might spook and run away. He had to hope that Gladio and Noct could handle the situation.

In hind sight Prompto wished he been more observant of where Ignis was looking. He watched the whole battle from start to end. Once the final blow was dealt and a wounded Gladio limped over to check on them Ignis had started to cry.

“Iggy It’s okay I’ll take a potion and be alright.” He added with a stained voice.

“We need to get to the haven now.” Noct ordered.

Ignis cried the rest of the way. Prompto had to hold him since Gladio’s leg was bleeding. They had a potion but the shield wanted to take it once they safely reached the ancient stones just in case it was needed before then.

“Iggy, we are all alright, why are you still crying?” Prompto asked in hopes of getting an answer.

“Th-those things were sc- ary.” He sobbed. “An-nd they hurt Gladdy!”

“Noct and Gladio beat them so they won’t bother us again and we have magic to heal Gladio.”

“What – what i-if more come?” He sputtered. “We will need to hide again.”

“That is why the haven is so important little buddy. “ The stones in question came into view and in the fading light the glowing lights could easily be seen. “Check out the magic in those stones Iggy; they protect us all when we stay there. All three of us will protect you too. You are safe.” Prompto assured.

Ignis didn’t exactly relax once they arrived. He didn’t let go of Prompto until Gladio was healed and cleaned up. Then in a flash he had released the blonde and dashed over to the shield. The big guy took him up in his arms and settled them both in a chair by the fire. “You gonna help me cook?” He asked.

The little boy nodded but stayed curled up in Gladio’s lap. Prompto followed the instructions he was given on preparing the fish and then Gladio took over roasting it over the open fire. He could complete this task one handed since his other arm was full of a timid Ignis.

Bless the shield because he had the patience of a saint. Once the fish was done he had Prompto help him again with plating and then they ate in silence, mostly. Gladio was quietly talking with Ignis helping to distract his wandering mind.

However, when dinner was done and Gladio brought out his book Ignis didn’t leave his embrace. Prompto ended up playing a few rounds of kings knight with Noct and then decided to call it a night. Swimming and being out in the sun had drained his energy plus the stress of trying to calm Ignis down earlier hadn’t helped.

They rest of them ended up turning in soon after. Ignis had pulled Prompto and Gladio’s sleeping bag as close to him as he could. The blonde could only hope the status effect would wear off soon. He didn’t want to completely scar little Ignis’ mind with all the fights they endured. They all drifted off to sleep soon after.

An odd noise woke Noct up. It was dark in the tent but he could barely make out a figure sitting up in the middle, it was Ignis. “Hey buddy, what’s up? Do you need anything?” He whispered.

“Can you hear that?” Ignis breathed.

“Hear what?” Then it hit Noct what the little guy was talking about. It was the noises that had unnerved him when they first started camping out in the wilderness.

The sound of daemons lurking nearby.

Granted they were one hundred percent safe on the haven but it still didn’t make the noises any less creepy.

“Yeah I hear it. The things making the noise won’t come up on the rocks. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You’re one my best friends.”

“Can I lay next to you?”

The question caught him off guard since Ignis had been so untrusting of him so far. “Of course, I’ve got room in my sleeping bag you can just hop in.” It took no more than ten seconds for the skinny youth to relocate. It was at that point Noct realized Ignis was shaking. Reaching out to rub his back seemed to help.

They stayed like that for a long while, listening to the monsters outside and hugging.

“You still don’t look like I remember you.” Ignis finally uttered in a faint voice.

“But you think it’s me now?” He asked hopeful.

Ignis nodded his head and snuggled closer. “Sorry, I didn’t believe you.”

“It’s all good.” Noct finally felt better, Ignis liked him! They fell asleep a few minutes later.

Ignis wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but he wasn’t comfy either. Things had happened and he had a fuzzy memory of them. Opening his eyes revealed a passed out prince centimeters from his nose. Wiggling slightly he understood why he felt stuck. They were both apparently jammed into the same sleeping bag.

Now magic was an odd thing so when things like status effects took place clothing and personal items went along for the ride. This meant that Ignis was currently fully dressed, shoes included just like he was during battle. The one new item of clothing was a comical yellow chocobo shirt stretched out over top of his shirt.

“Anyone else awake?” he asked hoping for a reprieve. The astrals blessed him with an answer all be it a groggy one.

“Iggy? Is that you? Like the big version of you?” Gladio asked.

“Oh dear, did I shrink? I’m afraid I don’t remember much.”

“You were seven again.”

“Oh. That would explain my current predicament.”

This caused Gladio to sit up he smiled once he figured out what had happened. “I can help you out, hold on.”

Noct slept through Gladio helping Ignis shimmy out of his sleeping bag. Just kept on snoring like nothing was going on.

“Do you need to go back to sleep?” Gladio asked.

“Might not hurt.” Ignis pondered as he took of his shoes and Prompto’s t-shirt. Figuring it didn’t matter much he kicked off his pants and threw his dress shirt in the corner.

Gladio looked at him wide eyes. “Who are you and what are you doing?”

“Embracing my inner child, now where is my sleeping bag?”

“Between me and sunshine.”

“Was I clingy?” He asked as he crawled over to sleep.

“You were interesting. I’m sure when Noct wakes up he will tell you everything and more. I have a feeling he will hug you for the rest of the day.”

“Oh dear, I guess I wasn’t very nice to him then.”

Gladio snickered. “You were you. I’m glad to have you back though. You’re cute as a kid but I miss having back up when we fight, and decent dinners, and someone to talk to and –.”

Ignis cut him off. “I’m glad you missed me. Now shall we go back to sleep?” The older man smiled at him as he rolled over on his back. He was going to have to make sure to fix Noct’s favorite breakfast to ensure his prince didn’t think he was unloved. Hopefully Prompto took some pictures of his status effect; he was curious what he looked like with the others as a kid.

#ffxv #smol!ignis #fanfiction #little Iggy #he's seven!

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otherluces · 6 years

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KENNY AND CLYYYYDE

Happy freaking Valentine's Day to me! Thank you Metro, I loves you (although if I really wanted to, I probably could have been lame and sent an anon message to myself ^^() ). Also I’m basically answering these through the lens of my story because...I don’t know, it helps me flesh it out more. Also @andiamaprincess I see you sent me this one, too.

General:

Rate the Ship -

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs - I generally don’t like to call various ships OTPs cause I ship nearly everything, but given my obsession with these little fuckers lately, I’ll use the term for nowHow long will they last? - Til death, but that doesn’t mean they won’t have their struggles and rough patches - just because you’re total bros with your partner doesn’t mean you don’t fight about stupid shitHow quickly did/will they fall in love? - a couple months, but that was more of that puppy love/new relationship energy dynamic...it takes about a year for them to say I love you and really mean it on a deep, meaningful levelHow was their first kiss? -Drunken, but sweet...unfortunately Clyde doesn’t remember it in the morning, but Kenny...

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Clyde tried to, but his plan went horribly wrong and he got really upset (maybe a little crying). Kenny caught the gist of what he was trying to do, and by the end of the night, Kenny just said yes while they were snuggling in bed (it takes a few minutes for Clyde to catch on, but once he does, he practically smothers Kenny with kisses and a bear hug)Who is the best man/men? - CraigWho is the Maid of Honor? - KarenWho did the most planning? -They were pretty equal in the planning. It wasn’t intense planning, like long sessions with binders and stuff, but whenever one of them thought of something they wanted, they just sort of blurt it out to the other. Clyde even sometimes woke up Kenny in the middle of the night to tell him something like “we should have a big screen TV with Super Smash Bros. hooked up at the reception!”Who stressed the most? - ClydeHow fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. -(borrowing from my own un-fancy wedding) They rented a cheap hall for a venue, had a potluck reception, and went DIY for most everything else. They’re not destitute, but not wealthy, and they both agree that spending a lot of money on a big fancy wedding is fucking dumb.Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -Stuart, but he shows up anyway, promising that he won’t drink...he does, but thankfully only drinks like two beers and generally behaves himself (this is my father in law from my wedding...he called me a bitch like 3 days before our wedding, probably cause I said he couldn’t drink there (and he was drunk when I said this to him))

Sex:

Who is on top? - They switch, but if they had to pick a preference, Clyde likes to top more often because he has to be in the right mindset for receivingWho is the one to instigate things? - Whomever has the erection first and starts grinding on the otherHow healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right nowHow kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s headHow long do they normally last? -Kenny is kinkier than Clyde, but Clyde does enjoy the getting occasional spanking...really I’d probably call them a 5, but the description of a 5 includes butt stuff which...well most of what the do is butt stuff, so....Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They try, but some days you just can’t finish, some days you manage to have a couple. They don’t stress about it.How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. -depends on their mood, Kenny is typically the dirty talker, as when Clyde has tried, it just ends up sounding more silly than sexy, they tend to like rougher sex, but sometimes they enjoy more gentle “lovemaking”How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - again, no ABO hereHow many children will they adopt? - one...Clyde would probably make a kickass dad, but Kenny was nervous, afraid he’d become his parents...Clyde tells him he’s nothing like his parents and that he can help break the cycleWho gets stuck with the most diapers? - They take turns, they’re not assholesWho is the stricter parent? -Kenny, who overcorrected a bit from his extremely passive parents. He’s not authoritarian though.Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -Neither...they’re usually filming their kids doing the stuntsWho remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -Kenny Who is the more loved parent? -I like to think that their kid would brag about how they had the two coolest dads in the worldWho is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? They try to help out with fundraisers when they can, but they don’t really attend PTA meetings...Who cried the most at graduation? -ClydeWho is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -Kenny

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - ClydeWho is the most picky in their food choice? -Clyde (cause Kenny is still stoked to be eating at all)Who does the grocery shopping? -BothHow often do they bake desserts? -once a week for Sunday dinnerAre they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -They love their meat, but they eat well-balanced meals (they want to instill healthy eating on their kid, Clyde because he ate a bit too much as a kid, Kenny because he barely ate at all)Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -Kenny - Clyde always cooks tasty food, so Kenny tries to plan a fancy anniversary dinner, but it never turns out quite like the recipe said it wouldWho is more likely to suggest going out? -Kenny - Clyde likes to go out, but he prefers to stay at home and snuggle on the couchWho is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? -you’d think Clyde because he can get forgetful, but he’s an ace cook - Kenny is more likely to get distracted preparing a side dish and forgetting that the stove was on

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - RoombaWho is really against chores? -ClydeWho cleans up after the pets? -They’re both actually good about this because they love their pets and want their living area to be cleanWho is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? -both - it’s a quick, effective cleaning technique ^^()Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? -Their child - they love their dads, but they can be kind of embarrassing...Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? -Kenny - Clyde loses his petty cash all the time

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - ClydeWho takes the dog out for a walk? -The whole family goes to the dog park (cause SP had a dog park by this point....)How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? -Kenny and Karen get a little extreme with holidays, as it was some of the better times they had as kids, so Kenny has Karen come over and they decorate the shit out of the living roomWhat are their goals for the relationship? -To be happyWho is most likely to sleep till noon? -They’re both sleeping to noon on the weekends. When their kid is young, they climb into bed and sleep between themWho plays the most pranks? -Clyde

#Clenny #Clyde Donovan #Kenny McCormick #all the SP Ships #South park

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donnarider · 7 years

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!!DISCONTINUED!! Klance - soulmate au (part 3)

Author’s notes:

Update 12th July 2019: This story is unfortunately discontinued and “ends” with part 4.

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“Bold” texts are from Keith | “italic” texts are from Lance

(8:11pm): hey Lance here ;)

(8:11pm): did ur boss kill you?

(8:16pm): He was worried, first time I was late

(8:17pm): so u didnt get fired or anything?

(8:19pm): Nah, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the router

(8:19pm): I think he’s scared I’d run off again and leave him with double the rent

(8:21pm): ???

(8:23pm): I realize I should probably mention that my boss is also my brother

(8:24pm): that wouldve been nice 2 knoww :3c

(8:25pm): so u live with ur bro / boss together??

(8:28pm): Yes, it’s not that weird

(8:29pm): didnt say that ;)

(8:31pm): whats that like?

(8:36pm): sry I didnt want 2 be noisyy ;((

(8:37pm): It’s fine, he’s pretty chill

(8:37pm): You’re not being noisy

(8:38pm): ^w^

„Pidgeeee, I need a favour!” Lance ran towards his two best friends who just arrived on campus and threw his books on the ground. He rubbed his face against Pidge’s shoulder like a cat and made soft whining noises

“I’m not cutting my favorite lecture for you Lance.”

“But I have two free periods. TWO, Pidge! I’m gonna die of boredom. Do you really want to be responsible for that?” He gave them the best puppy eyes he could manage.

“Not my problem. You could always go back to sleep, it’s like 11:30. Or go read a book or something.” He gasped dramatically at the cold response from his friend and clasped his hand over his heart.

“You wound me!” He slouched his shoulders and let out a deep sigh. “Also I just finished the newest book from my favorite series. The next one doesn’t come out for two months.”

“Go study then.” Pidge’s voice was softer now. They knew that Lance really didn’t cope well with free time because it made his thoughts wander.

“Nah. Hunk is my study-buddy and you are stealing him so how am I supposed-“

“Pidge isn’t stealing me, Lance. We just have the same lecture,” Hunk interrupted him.

“… but Huuuunk-“

“I’m not cutting for you either.”

Lance groaned while Hunk patted his shoulder apologetically.

“Hmpf.”

“Dude, you know that we love you! But finals are just around the corner.” Hunk reminded him with a warm expression on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

They entered the university building and Pidge chugged their still half full coffee cup before tossing it over their shoulder into the nearby bin, without even having to look. They noticed that Lance was still bummed out, so they punched his arm lightly as an encouragement.

“Why don’t you go to Planet Altea? Say hi to Allura and Coran, or something.” Lance thought about it for a second before he scrunched his nose.

“I don’t want to go there alone. They already think I’m an antisocial stress eater with zero cooking skills.”

“You could go with Keith and maybe continue your talk.”

“I don’t know. Do you really think he wants to spend time with me… it’s been only a day.”

“Stop putting yourself down, of course he wants to. We’re talking soulmate here. Just text him, you big baby.” Pidge rolled their eyes and then giggled.

“Call me that again, tiny spawn of Satan.”

“Love you too, Lance,” Pidge said and smiled at him brightly before they turned around and entered the lecture hall.

“They are right, Lance. Ask him if he wants to grab lunch. You can do it.” Hunk squeezed his hand reassuringly before he followed Pidge. Lance stared after them for a while and fumbled with his hands. He finally let out a defeated sigh and took out his phone.

(11:45am): hey keith u free rn?

He stared at his phone screen nervously and chewed his lower lip. He had started walking around campus aimlessly without noticing. Some students were giving him confused glances but he managed to ignore them.

(11:46am): Yeah, what’s up?

(11:47am): got a free period :((

(11:47am): u wanna grab lunch near campus?

(11:48am): Hold on a sec

Lance cursed silently. This was a bad idea. Surely Keith thought that he was annoying now, maybe he should have waited a few more days. Damn. His entire future ruined because he was, as always, too eager. He was about to lie down on the ground in the middle of campus when his phone vibrated in his hand saved him from his self-destructive thoughts.

(11:55am): My bike’s in the shop rn but good news my brother said I could take his

(11:56am): okay cool. Planet Altea then?

(11:56am): wait are we talking motorcycle here??

(11:57am): Okay, I can be there in 15

(11:57am): And yes we are

Lance had to sit down on a bench next to him. So Keith wore leather jackets, had learned Spanish for him AND had a bike. He massaged the bridge of his nose and a soft ‘fuck’ escaped his lips. He was doomed, this boy was pulling him in way too fast.

(12:00pm): damn

(12:00pm): i mean nice

(12:00pm): verry nice

Lance handed Allura the menu back and smiled at her while she took Keith’s as well.

“Ah, wait.” The waitress turned around and came back to their table, raising her eyebrow at Lance.

“Do you take your tea like normal people do today or the way you always drink it?”

“My way, please and thank you.” He winked at her and then turned his attention back to Keith, who looked generally confused. “What exactly is your way?”

“Four and a half teaspoons sugar, one tablespoon honey and just a little bit of almond milk to top it off.”

Keith huffed in disgust and scrunched his nose. “Heathen.” Lance laughed and waved him off.

Planet Altea was like his second home since he spend most of his time there studying and eating, especially during finals. He was on a first name base with Allura and the strange but friendly cook Coran. They never judged him when he dragged his tired body in and ate quietly in his favorite corner, not even saying hello sometimes. They got it. One time he actually fell asleep over his half eaten pizza and when he woke up they had put a blanket on him. He loved the small restaurant and its space design.

The ceiling was painted with galaxies in various different colors and football sized planets were dangling from it. Lance was forever thankful to Coran and Allura that they had made an actual effort and arranged the planets in the correct order. In the corner next to the counter stood a creepy old astronaut statue that Lance had lovingly named Blumfump while pulling an especially bad all-nighter.

“So…” Keith started. “What is your subject at college?” Lance squirmed in his seat.

“At the risk of coming across as a giant nerd…Astronomy.”

“Really?” Keith quirked his eyebrows in surprise. Lance fumbled with the tablecloth.

“Yeah, I know it’s-“

“That’s cool!” Keith interrupted him and gave him a small smile.

“I uhhh… you think so?” Lance stammered, too distracted by how pretty Keith looked when he smiled.

“Yeah, I’ve always loved that kind of stuff. What do you wanna do with it when you’re done?”

“Ummm. It’s a bit of a cliché but I always wanted to work for NASA. I know it’s really hard to get in but I’m still gonna try.”

Keith nodded. “I mean … if you really really want it and you work hard for it, I don’t see why it shouldn’t work out.” He smiled sheepishly at Lance.

“Yeah, I guess…” Lance smiled back. “So, umm. What about you? What exactly is it you do?”

“I work at a workshop and we specialize in bikes. It’s Shiro’s but we basically run the thing together.”

“Shiro’s your brother, right?”

“Yes. Well, it’s sort of a long story I guess.”

Lance tilted his head questioningly. “Huh?”

“Shiro isn’t my biological brother. He kind of … took me in?” Keith tugged at his gloves nervously. “I wasn’t … it was like … things were-“

“You don’t have to finish that story, you can tell me another time.”

Lance smiled at him warmly. He reached out for Keith’s hands over the table and tried to stop him from fidgeting. Keith stared at their joined hands and blushed lightly. In that moment Allura walked over to serve them their drinks. When Lance noticed he quickly moved his hands away but couldn’t keep the blush from creeping onto his cheeks as well.

“Don’t let him trick you into trying this stuff, it’s nasty.” The waitress remarked and put down Lance’s tea in front of him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Keith shook his head in disgust.

“So I don’t want to intrude but umm…back when we were sixteen, that umm…”

Keith nodded. “Yah. My parents. It was a car crash.”

“I’m sorry.”

Keith usually hated when people said that. Not that it would change anything. They just say it because it’s expected of them. They had no idea what it felt like, what they were even pretending to be sorry for. It was different with Lance though. If anyone understood it was him. It was him who had shared Keith’s pain on the day of the funeral and so many days after that. It was him who had comforted him at night.

“It’s okay. I mean…of course it’s not great but I’m doing better.”

Lance smiled at him. “I can tell.”

Keith just smiled back.

“What about you? There were so many birthday and wedding songs, you must have a big family.”

“Oh god, you have no idea. I’ve got a younger sister, two older sisters and an older brother. My brother is married and has three children so I also have two nephews and a niece. And don’t even get me started on the cousins. We would be sitting here for a week.”

“Sounds nice… and stressful?”

Lance smiled excitedly. “It is. I mean the house is always full and it’s always loud. I was so glad when I left for college because I finally had some peace and quiet and didn’t have to watch any of the little ones. But to be honest… I miss it so much.”

“You don’t get to see them often?” Keith tilted his head to the side and watched Lance closely.

“Once or twice a year. But we skype a lot. My youngest nephew is starting to walk and it’s honestly so adorable.” Keith couldn’t help but smile warmly. He could imagine Lance playing with his nephews and nieces perfectly. He was definitely the kind of guy who was good with children and who loved them as much as they loved him.

Allura returned to their table with their food. Lance suspected that she had waited until now because she had noticed that they were deep in conversation. She smiled at Lance and winked before she left the table.

Lance wished she hadn’t because he could feel warmth creep up his cheeks and wondered what shade of red exactly his face had turned. Allura obviously thought they were on a date. Well they sort of were, weren’t they? Lance knit his brow. What exactly was it they were having here? A meetup as friends or an actual date? Did Keith think it was a date? Oh god, what if he didn’t but he thought that Lance did? This wasn’t good. His thoughts were not going in a safe direction.

That’s when Allura turned on the music.

It was some kind of sappy romance song. Keith looked at him for a second before looking over to Allura who was very obviously smiling in his and Lance’s direction. To make things even more awkward she tried to give Lance a subtle thumbs up that Keith obviously saw. Lance wanted to die. His brain was on auto-pilot and when Keith looked at him again he just smiled at him awkwardly out of reflex. Keith returned the smile before looking to the side, obviously being uncomfortable.

That’s when Lance felt it. Fear. Followed by a sort of numbness and then a strong feeling of isolation. He felt like there were too many emotions boiling inside of him at once. Lance knew that none of these were his own emotions but it was confusing him greatly. It all happened in seconds but it was so intense that it gave Lance goosebumps.

He couldn’t understand what just happened. What had scared Keith so much? What had made him feel like running again? Because judging by the way he was eyeing the exit right now, Lance was pretty sure that that was all he was thinking about now.

He gestured for Allura to turn of the music immediately and she did after giving him a surprised look. Lance paused for a second. The song… A damn love song. Maybe this was going too fast for Keith’s liking. Or maybe… he wasn’t even interested in Lance in that way…

Lance swallowed hard. “Umm, listen…”

Keith turned his head and looked at him again. Lance couldn’t read anything on his face, he had closed himself off completely.

“I know there’s a lot of expectations and pressure and stuff with the whole soulmate thing-” It was almost not noticeable but by the way his jaw tensed, Lance was sure that Keith was clenching his teeth, “but that doesn’t have to mean anything, okay?”

This earned him a questioning look. “I mean… take my friend Pidge. They have this soulmate called Rover who’s really cool and all…but they’re both not really interested in dates and stuff… sooo, they’re just friends. I mean sure being soulmates equals having some sort of deep emotional bond but so does friendship, right? So, just… don’t sweat it okay? We… could just be friends too… No pressure.”

Keith searched his face for a moment before his jaw relaxed and he gave a small smile.

“Okay, yeah. Friends sounds good to me.”

Lance sighed relieved and returned the smile. “Okay, great. So friends it is?”

“For now.”

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twxntrash · 5 years

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Just gonna say this: never work at fast food if you can help it. Sometimes. Oftentimes, dealing with customers is like trying to pull teeth.

They don’t say they want a meal just say sandwich and drink, and some won’t even say they want a drink, you just ask if there’s anything else you can get them and they’ll point at the cups and go “that” won’t say what size they want or if they want soda cup, water cup or coffee cup, so its basically you picking up various cups until they say yes, and when they get their tray it’s “where the fucks my fries” when they never asked any they said sandwhich and drink was all. Or you get someone asking for a sandwich don’t say they want a drink or fries then immediately after they pay “it’s a meal where’s my drink?” Like sir you just said you wanted a grilled chicken, I asked if you wanted anything else beside the sandwhich and you said no. You don’t get a meal with that. You can buy a drink and fry but I can’t ring it up as the meal price because the till doesn’t allow that.

And drive thru oh how I hate drive thru customers. You ask them questions and they just give you the silent treatment, like ‘Welcome to BK, may I take your order please?” nothing on the other end for like a minute “Order whenever your ready” and then you get them yelling “ID LIKE A---” but then when you ask anything else like “was there anything else I could get for you today?” or “Would that be all for you today?” you get nothing on their end and so after a minute you give them their total and they scream at you that they weren’t done. Like bitch, if you had more things to order you should have said so when I asked! I’m not a freaking mindreader you have to answer my questions or I’m just going to assume you’re done and move on to the next customer. Other times they whisper their order or have someone in the farthest seat order so it’s hard to make out what they say and they don’t speak up when you ask. They’ll ask for five double whopper meals small and ask why it’s over fifty dollars and go off on you because they clearly said they wanted the six dollar value sized meals when they said nothing of the sort, because they said they wanted it small, I specifically asked what size you would like your meals and you said “Does it cost extra to upsize?” Well duh it does, “Just make them all small” but no, apparently you said you wanted the value size not the small size.

You get cars that pull three feet away from the window and they expect you to Mr. Fantastic yourself to hand them their things when they could be polite and just step out of their cars so they’re actually in reach without you leaning half your body out the window. They rarely do. Some will call you a fatass and “you could reach if you’d lose weight” at you when the problem is that they ignored the yellow lines on drive telling them where their car should be so people can reach them. Oh and coupons and mobile orders, you’re lucky if your customers actually tell you they’re using a coupon at the speaker, it’s not like we need that four digit code on the coupon to ring it up at the coupon price. Half the time they won’t bother telling you they’re using a coupon until they get to the window, so now we have to redo the entire order, which to do so we need a manager to delete everything since the til where you pay at does not allow for orders to be deleted, which means everyone behind the car at window has to wait longer because this one couldn’t tell the people taking their order they’re using coupons. There are also the ones who get to the window but wont hand their coupons over like “What??? You actually require us to give you the coupons when we use them??? What new concept is this????? I thought I could use these coupons infinitely????” or they wont even bring the coupons with them and then argue with you how they should still get the coupon deals even though they have no coupon with them like, bro, go to any store and they’ll have you give them the coupons when you use them, what makes you think fast food is any different?

Mobile orders are just as bad, the customer can put their mobile order to be picked up inside or to be picked up on drive, but half the time they just pick a random one and don’t even go to the side they’re supposed to pick it up at. The inside mobile orders will print when the customer confirms it and all, but drive thru you need to go through drive and we have to confirm your order when you get here. So when they dont go through the side they put their order on, it’s easy to lose the order because they ordered it for inside and here we are waiting for an inside order and no ones coming to get it, or they ordered it for drive and we dont have any inside mobile orders printed when they come inside to get it. Or they’ll skip the speakers all together on drive, which they’re not supposed to, and just cut in line to get their food, like sir, you have to go through the speakers like everyone else, just because you got a mobile order doesn’t make you special. Disrupting the line like that is how cars get out of order and how orders get given to the wrong car.

On drive customers also think that the ground is a trash can because they’ll dump all their drinks and smothies and coffees onto it despite how many times you ask them ‘please don’t pour your drinks onto the ground’ or they’ll just toss their straw wrappers onto the ground despite you asking ‘please don’t throw your trash onto the ground’, or they’ll just hand you a bag of trash from other fast food joints expecting you to toss it despite there being a trash can on the drivers side just a few feet ahead. The worst are the sunflower seed eaters who’ll pour their soda cups full of sunflower seed shells onto the ground like it’s not a big deal.

People on drive wont wait for you to finish talking either before they drive off and then complain about how high the total is when they get to the window and how ‘the ordertaker didnt tell me my total!’ well you were trying to tell them but they drove off before you finished because they wanna be That Person. How’d they feel if you just walked off while they were in the middle of talking to you?

You’ll also get the occasional full grown adult who apparently has no freaking idea how drive thru works so he’ll just drive up to the window and start ordering his food, not even ordering just asking whats on the menue so then you have to explain that he has to order his food at the speakers like everyone else and it has a menue, but then he gets to the speakers, says he wants a chicken junior and when he gets to the window he starts modifying his sandwhich because he wants everything that doesnt cost extra on it but didnt want to tell anyone at the speaker that so now you got to wait longer to get this senile man who probably shouldnt even be driving out from your window.

Then you get customers who have to challenge every change your store gets, like when corporate implements a new rule of how to do things, like how the higher ups now don’t want stores accepting any bill higher than a 20$, so when you get customers trying to pay with 50′s and 100′s you got to explain to them why you can’t accept their 50$ bill for to pay for their 1.08$ ice cream cone, ask if they have any other smaller bill or a different way to pay. They’ll argue that they know their bill is good and should be able to pay with it, it doesn’t matter that corporate doesn’t allow us to accept those bills anymore, this customer should be entitled to special treatment, keeps yelling at you despite how many times you explain that you can’t accept it, explain it’s a recent change but that the store does have signs up saying that we don’t accept these bills (So its not really your fault the customer didnt know, all they had to do was look down on the counter in front of the till while they ordered, there’s a sign right there in front of the til saying that you don’t accept these bills) but the customers demands to see the manager because how dare you not accept a bill your store is no longer supposed to accept. Then the manager explains why we can’t accept so the man is still pissed but pays with a card and says its all bullshit and all but says ‘fuck you’ to you when you tell them ‘I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but we don’t make the rules unfortunately, we just have to follow what the higher ups tell our store to do.”

A few customers will think ‘oh so counter doesnt accept fifties, but drive does, right?” and not seem to understand the concept that the whole store doesn’t accept these bills, why would drive accept fities and counter not?

And then there are the people who just want sauce or water, and call you a thief when you charge them 16 cents per sauce or 25 cents for a water (which is only when people on drive thru only get cups of water) I can’t understand why you’d go to a fast food place and just ask for barbecue sauce and nothing else, but when you charge them they get pissed because apparently they shouldnt have to pay for sauce, regardless of the fact that sauce only comes free with specific items.

And then a few customers have this mindset that if they don’t have enough to cover their food, the store will pay the rest. Like bitch??? That’s not how a business works??? And if they realize that you’re not going to pay the rest for them, they get huffy and “Well what am I supposed to pay with??” and when you offer solutions; “I can make the meal smaller, that’ll reduce the cost, we can take an item off, cheese is 25-50 cents (Depending on sandwhich/how many slices) and bacon is like 80 cents if we take that off...” they don’t agree to any and just act like them not having enough for their 12 dollar meal is your fault somehow and that you should be using the coin cup next to the til (Which is extra change that goes into the Cancer Fund donation box thing at the end of the night that we also use if the customer is shortma couple of pennies) to pay the rest of the two dollars of their meal.

Then you get the customer with the coupon for 2 meals for 9 dollars, and asks for cheese and bacon on them and is surprised when it now costs 11 dollars instead of nine, so they get their dad who starts arguing and yelling at you when you explain that ‘the nine dollars is before tax, but with the extras it comes to 11’ and doesn’t seem to understand that it’s the add ons that mad it more expensive and insists on you telling him the exact tax on food items, something you dont know because no one ever told you it, and ignores you when you explain the tax would only be about 60 or 70 cents extra that it’s the bacon and cheese that upped the price, so you have to get your manager because it doesn’t matter how much you explain, he clearly isn’t going to listen to you.

#fast food #I don't entirely hate my job #I find the cleaning and stocking parts fun as well as bagging food #And I like my coworkers they're fun #i just hate dealing with customers because fuck #it's like they live to make things difficult #These are all things I have to deal with weekly tbh

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jozalynsharp · 7 years

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Food Addiction is A Bitch (A Seriously Vulnerable Moment)

Food Addiction shows most prevalent in your physical body but it sows such deep roots into your mental state.

I forget that a lot. Mine is a symptom of my anxiety disorder. This means I feel everything on 11.

Spinal Tap emotions, y'all.

I hear the fight in my head between trying to untangle the mess of intense emotions I feel that are more wishy washy than a presidential campaign and more temperamental than Mel Gibson on a bender; against my better judgement which knows I only reach for the fridge because I want a distraction.

I wish I could claim my recent victories against food addiction, but they’re genuinely due to the oldest fad diet in the book: borderline poverty.

My partner supports me financially while I pursue a dream of being an entertainer. (And my mom always thought I’d be the one paying for the go-nowhere musicians gas because he spent his last $400 to finish a neck tattoo.)

The best way I can show gratitude is to not waste what money my partner gives me frivolously. (Not that I haven’t, but I guess learning to be more responsible is as bumpy a road as fighting addiction.)

Cut to 6 months ago: I would eat fast food probably close to 6-8 times a week. More than half of those I would be bingeing. Netflix don’t know shit about a binge. Watching a whole season of Friends has never made me get physically ill. Unless I really start to look for minority actors. It’s hard. Even for the extras. It’s like Where’s Waldo, but harder because most minorities don’t dress in a cross between Freddy Kruger, Santa Claus and some old fashioned PJs.

Cut to the last 6 months: I eat fast food maximum 4-6 times a month. Some of you may think, wow that’s not really better. But for someone who’s specific flavor of addiction is country cooking and fast food, it’s huge. Country cooking is like my street heroin and fast food is my black tar. Hand me a rubber band because I’m about to chase the dragon with the Hamburglar and whatever weird algorithm Taco Bell uses to scramble ingredients into different combinations.

I imagine they just take Tex-Mex buzz words, throw them in a Yahtzee cup, and toss them on the middle of the boardroom conference table.

“Twisted Chipotle Steak Egg Breakfast Quesarito” “Another winner boys! Send it to product development and let’s all go smoke cigars paid for with profits from our restaurant where most meals are bought by change that smells like a VFW because it came from a decade old car ashtray!”

This small change has changed a lot for me. I have lost weight, my physical and emotional appetites have lessened, and I’m cooking more at home. I actually can recognize the cravings in my body for what they are now. A gap in nutrition. I more often reach for the healthier option than I have in the past 10 years of my life. Now when I do eat fast food my orders aren’t binge worthy, and I never finish what I do order. Lord forgive me for wasting food. I know people are starving all over the world but if I start thinking about that too much I might relapse out of crushing guilt, and start bingeing again so epically I’d put a big dent in the available food for those people.

Today was hard.

We woke up to find our family dog, Elvis, was having difficulty breathing. I thought we were for sure going to lose him. We aren’t out of the woods yet either. Elvis is currently in the hands of our very talented vet. And he’s improving but she found some more health issues that could drastically shorten his life even if he does stabilize over the next couple of days.

My mother gave me Elvis when he was 6 weeks old to mend a broken heart and he could fit in the palm of my hand. I love that dog. I wasn’t always the best dog mom due to immaturity and a lack of a sense of responsibility, but I always loved him. I handed him over to my mom when I realized I wasn’t and couldn’t give him the best life he deserved. My parents took him in and absolutely spoiled him. He was my step-fathers comfort when my mom had to travel extensively for work, he was my moms little cuddle buddy and the baby she has been pestering me about but knows I’m not giving her anytime soon, and he even stayed with my grandparents at one point who adore him wholly. He is a part of our family.

I cried for three hours today at the thought of losing him. It was a hard day for me. It’s hard for me now typing this.

At hour two my brain started prickling. And I could feel those thoughts that addicts have. It’s not a clear thought. It’s like someone whispering behind a curtain. You don’t know what words they are saying but you feel the intention of what they want you to do in your bones.

I wanted to eat. I wanted to eat until I was in such pain I could only focus on that. Until my body started to shut down from massive insulin spikes and poor glucose levels and just general shock.

If anyone reads this some of you may be disgusted by that. That’s another great thing about bingeing. You are so disgusted with yourself by the end of it you are completely numb to all other emotions. I mean if you do it right. I’m like at least a Junior Olympian level binge eater. Like Nike would never sponsor me but New Balance might send me some free swag.

I wanted to eat.

And I did. I got Jack in the Box. About 2/3 of the portion I’d normally binge on. I ate.

And I couldn’t finish it all.

To see food left over in a meal for a food addict is almost off putting. I kept staring at it and listening to the war of my addiction screaming in my head to finish it and my stomach being like “Bro, we talked about this. Me and the colon are done with your shit. Here’s some chemicals to make you feel more full than you’ve ever felt.”

The food looked gross to me.

I tried to start a binge again later that night when my anxiety started to peak. I didn’t even finish half of the food.

And then it dawned on me.

Duh. Idiot. Addiction is chemically based in YOUR BRAIN.

For 6 months I’ve been fueling my body more often than I abuse it. And after 10 years that’s the longest I’ve done that for consistently. My body can no longer support the bingeing. My body doesn’t want the bingeing.

My brain does.

But my brain can’t compete with a shrunken stomach, an altered palate, and 6 months of waking up every day 25% with the intention to make a better choice, and 75% because not a value menu in the world is affordable for me right now.

I hope this realization clicks something in the back of my head over and I can change intention from 25% to 100%. I will power forward as if it did. Maybe manifest destiny or The Secret will be on my side. Or maybe some kind of self induced placebo effect. Whatever it is, hopefully it works.

I know I’ll fail again. And again. And again unto infinity.

But I think what I’ve learned this year and what’s really sunk in for me for the first time:

Tomorrow is a new day, and you are the only person with the power to make it a better one than today.

Food addiction is all in my head but unfortunately so is mission control for my body. This journey will be full of mistakes but just acknowledging the demons lurking around in the dark corners of your brain can do wonders for your perspective on yourself. And can give you hope.

Once you shine a light on the boogey-man you realize he’s actually just a shitty lopsided coat rack in the corner of the room.

TL;DR: Bruce Willis was dead the whole time.

#addiction #food #foodaddict #food addiction #mental health #mental illness #mental disorder #dog #family #coping

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 7 years

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No Homo, Right?

Since it’s Valentine’s Day, in honour of poor Kim being akumatized I decided to write a cute little Kimax thing!

(AO3)

It was February 14th, exactly one year after the Dark Cupid incident. Max knew that his best friend Kim wasn't planning on asking any cute girls to be his Valentine this time - the last rejection had been brutal enough for him to swear off trying anything on this cursed day ever again. No, Kim had made it clear that if he was ever going to ask a girl out again, it would be on a different day. Not the day that reminded him of the time he turned into a supervillain.

That was why Max was utterly shocked when, of all things, Kim asked him out on a date.

"I mean like a bro date!" Kim said down the phone. "Like, a friendship date! That kind of thing. I just thought it would be cool to hang out, you know. Not in a homo way though, because I'm not gay or anything, just... yeah. Friendship."

"Of course," Max replied. "What were you thinking of doing?"

"We could go out for dinner or something. I just wanna do something today, that's all. You know, get my mind off... what happened last year..."

"Dinner sounds great, Kim. Where should we go? I could calculate the cheapest place that isn't too far away-"

"No don't worry, I know a place, it's not too far from school. We could meet up there and I'll show you?"

"I'd love to."

"Cool! I'll see you there soon!"

As he hung up, Max tried to ignore his racing heart beat. He could hardly believe it... Kim was taking him out to dinner on Valentine's Day? It almost felt too good to be true. But then again, it was too good to be true. It was only a friendship date, after all. Nothing special there. He had been out to dinner with Kim before, it shouldn't be a big deal.

But still... Valentine's Day... Did Kim know? Max was sure he had been very careful hiding his true feelings. There was no way Kim could have figured it out. But what if he had? What if he loved Max back? What if that was why he was asking him out like this, and was too shy to do it properly?

No. Max shook his head and tried to get the thought out of his mind. The likelihood of something like that was almost zero, completely illogical. So far Kim had never shown even the slightest interest in him, so why would he start now? Putting on a coat and grabbing his wallet, Max left his house and headed towards the school.

A few flakes of snow had started falling by the time he reached the front of the school. He could help but chuckle when he saw Kim standing there without even a jacket on.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked. "It's -2.5°C right now."

"Nah, I'm fine," Kim said, running a hand through his hair. "I ran all the way here, you know. I'm still pretty hot."

Yeah, you are hot, Max thought to himself, his eyes wandering absently over his friend's well-defined arm muscles. Really, really hot...

"Anyway lemme show you to that restaurant now," Kim said. He grabbed Max's hand. "Bro, your fingers are so cold! Don't you have gloves or something?"

"Kim, my fingers are always cold," Max mumbled, trying not to freak out. Kim was holding his hand. Why was he doing that?

"Huh, how have I known you for that long without knowing that? Anyway, let's go." Without letting go of his hand, Kim pulled Max down the street.

The nearby restaurant was small, warm and cosy, though being this day of the year, it was filled mostly with couples. Kim was looking a little red in the face when he pulled out a chair and sat down with Max.

"No homo, right?" he said, smiling nervously. "I mean, just 'cause it's Valentine's Day it doesn't mean a guy can't treat his friend to dinner. Right?"

"Right," Max said. He looked down at his menu, trying not to feel too disappointed. Of course it was just a friendship date. He knew that. He should just do his best to be there for Kim, that was what mattered. Not some stupid crush that would probably go away soon anyway.

"Hey, do you think we could share food?" Kim asked. He wasn't looking directly at Max; he seemed to be awkwardly looking at a spot on the ceiling instead. "Because that would be cheaper and everything. Yeah."

"Depending on what we order it wouldn't necessarily be cheaper-"

"Also I don't know what to choose, so I'll just have whatever you're having. We can share, it's fine." He was speaking too fast. What was up with that?

"I think I'll have the pasta, then," Max said, knowing Kim would like that too.

They ordered their food, and when it arrived they were surprised to see that the sauce was drizzled onto the pasta in the shape of a heart.

"Enjoy your meal," the waitress said, giggling as she left a little candle on their table with the food. They stared at it, neither one quite knowing what to say.

"Uh... you can eat the heart bit..." Kim muttered, turning away and rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. "I don't really want the sauce anyway..."

Max picked up the fork and began digging in. The sauce was actually really good - Kim was missing out. But of course, Kim wouldn't want to eat something with a heart on it like that. That was way too cheesy. Quite literally, too - the pasta had plenty of melted cheese smothered all over it.

Kim didn't start eating until Max had already nearly finished, and by that time the food had almost gone cold. It didn't make a difference, of course, Kim was such a quick eater he shovelled everything down in about two minutes.

"I'm paying," he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin once he had finished.

"Kim, it's fine, we can split the cost-"

"Seriously Max, I'm the one who asked you here in the first place, so I'm paying." He already had his wallet out and was counting out change.

"Okay." Max smiled, watching his friend struggling with the maths. That face Kim made when he was concentrating, the way his eyebrows furrowed, his fingers tapping on the table surface... Max had seen it many times when helping Kim out with his homework, and he still wasn't tired of it. Something about it was just so... charming.

Snap out of it! he told himself, trying to stop staring. He looked out of the window instead, noticing that the snow was falling much more heavily now. There was already a layer of it piling up on the window ledge outside. Maybe the transport would be stopped for now, in which case Max would have to walk all the way back home. It was a good thing he had a coat. Kim, on the other hand would freeze out there...

Once Kim had finally counted out the correct amount of money, he paid for the meal and they headed outside. Sure enough the snow on the ground was now deep enough to leave footprints in. Though it was fairly late already, the moon hadn't yet risen, though the brightness reflecting off the snow from buildings everywhere more than made up for that.

"Kim, it might be a good idea for you to pop into a supermarket and buy yourself a coat before you go home," Max said as they walked down the street together. "You'll get too cold otherwise."

"No, it's fine, I'm not cold..."

"Are you sure? It's snowing!"

Kim suddenly held Max's hand again. "You can keep me warm, right?"

"Uh..."

Max stopped and turned to see that Kim was blushing and looking in the other direction.

"...No homo, though."

Of course. No homo. Max took a deep breath. "And what about your arms?"

"They're fine. Seriously. I'm really warm actually. Like, really warm. Like, if we went for a walk in the park right now I still wouldn't be cold. That level of warmness."

"Kim, I think you-"

"You want me to prove it? 'Cause I definitely will! Yeah, bring it on, snow! Let's go to the park, and I'll show you just how much body heat I've got!" Without even waiting for an answer, Kim turned and dragged Max in the other direction, heading for the nearby park. He went so fast that Max had to jog to keep up, almost slipping over on the icy ground.

They made it to the park and Kim finally stopped. Max leaned over, catching his breath.

"Kim, we talked about this, you have to start thinking before acting, or you'll end up in another panther situation like that time with-"

"I also wanted to talk to you about something," Kim said quickly. Still holding onto Max's hand, he started walking slowly down the path with him.

"Couldn't you have done that when we were inside?"

"I know, I know, I just... I forgot. Yeah." Kim was looking at the ground. "It's about last year. You know, when I got akumatized."

"Oh..."

"Well, kinda. It's not exactly about that. It's, uh... about you, actually."

Max could feel his pulse quickening. "What do you mean?"

"It's just... I know you didn't like Chloé, you knew she was no good for me, whatever. But you didn't judge me or anything. You still helped me out anyway. Buying that brooch for me, helping me confess, all that stuff. And after I got akumatized and then saved, you made sure I was okay and didn't bring up the topic again. It was really cool of you."

"Well... that's what friends are for, right?" Max said. He wanted to tell Kim how much it broke his heart to see him treated so cruelly by Chloé, to be humiliated like that. How much Kim deserved someone better than Chloé. Someone who would treat him right. Someone who would actually care about him. But Max didn't say any of that.

"Yeah," Kim said. "Friends. You're... you're such an awesome friend, Max. Thanks for being here for me today too, even at really short-notice. I really needed it."

"It was my pleasure. You're an awesome friend too, Kim."

"And thanks for all those times you helped me with my homework. And not complaining when I dragged you along to the zoo. Or all the other stupid stuff I've done." He was speaking fast now, like he couldn't get the words out quick enough. "I feel like I just haven't really appreciated you enough 'cause I'm always being an idiot and you're so smart all the time and yet you choose to hang out with someone like me..."

Max was completely taken aback. Was that really how Kim felt? Kim, the popular, confident, athletic jock who could be friends with anyone he wanted to, was honoured to be able to hang out with a nerd like Max? People had always found their friendship unusual, but he had never considered it like that before.

Kim suddenly stopped and turned around, gently taking Max's other hand. "Max, bro, I... I, uh, gotta ask you something. I've been meaning to for a while now. But today just seemed like the right day for it."

No way... could this be? Was Kim actually going to ask Max to be his Valentine, properly this time? Surely that had to be what he was leading up to...

"You remember that brooch?" Kim asked. "The one you got me to give to Chloé last year? Well, uh, since she didn't want it and I don't have anything else to do with it, I guess... do you want it back? It's been a year, so... I guess if there's someone who you want to give it to instead..."

But I already gave it to him, Max thought. I gave it to him so that he could ask out the girl of his dreams, and be happy.

"Of course if you don't want it I could just keep it..."

"Yes, keep it," Max said. "Think of it as a present from me. That's better than associating it with Chloé, isn't it?"

"Haha, yeah, true..." Kim suddenly stepped a little closer. "Okay, yeah, you were right, I'm kinda getting cold now..."

"Then should we head inside somewhere?"

"What? No! Then the park would have won! I'm not letting it beat me!" Kim took another step closer, still holding both Max's hands. "You can like... still help me keep warm, right?"

"Yes... of course..."

"Good..."

Kim wrapped Max in a tight hug. Obviously it wasn't the first time they'd hugged, far from it, but... something about it just felt different. Max could feel his neck heating up, followed by his face. Thank goodness Kim wouldn't be able to see him blushing, considering his head was buried somewhere in Kim's hoodie.

Kim's hoodie... ah yes... it smelled strongly of the deodorant he always used. Being in such close proximity to it made Max feel like his brain had just stopped working completely. He could stand there forever, enveloped in Kim's arms, inhaling the scent of his hoodie, never needing to think about anything else ever again...

After a few minutes Kim pulled away a little, his arms still wrapped around Max. His entire face had gone red.

And it was only a few inches away from Max's.

"I'm still cold," Kim said, his voice barely above a whisper. Surely he had to be lying - if he was blushing that much then he must be warm? Max was just about to say so, when Kim leaned forwards and kissed him.

Max was so stunned he didn't react for a few seconds. Then it hit him. Kim was kissing him. Kim, the boy he had a crush on, was actually kissing him. On Valentine's Day. In the snow. This was really happening.

He closed his eyes and went up onto his tiptoes to reach better, his hands on Kim's shoulders to steady himself. Wow... he had wanted to do this for a very, very long time, but he had never expected he would actually get the chance to. It felt better than he had ever imagined.

After what seemed like forever, Kim pulled away. He stared at Max, his eyes shining, his cheeks even more flushed than they were earlier. Max couldn't help but stare back. Neither of them spoke or even moved, for the longest time. The snow had started settling in their hair.

Finally, Kim, turned aside and ran a hand through his hair, knocking out all the snow. He gave a shaky little smile and mumbled, "Um... no homo, right?"

No homo.

The words felt like knives.

Max pushed himself off and started walking away from Kim, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Max, wait!" Kim called, running after him. "Wait, don't leave-"

"Kim, you can't just do that!" Max said, his voice sounding startlingly loud all of a sudden. "You can't just... you can't just kiss me and then tell me it didn't even mean anything to you!"

"Max, no, it's not like that-"

"I understand friendship dates, okay? I understand you wanted to just hang out with your bro without having to worry about having a real date or anything, and I'm happy to do that for you - you're my friend and you deserve it. But if you didn't want it to be romantic then why did you kiss me? You could have just done something else! Saying "no homo" doesn't necessarily make it any less "homo", Kim! It just makes it sound like... like you were messing about with my feelings or something!"

"Oh man, Max, I'm so sorry, I'm such an... I'm such an idiot..." Kim was looking at the floor sheepishly, kicking the snow around at his feet. "Listen... I like you, okay? I like you a lot. As a friend, yes, but also... you know... as a crush, I guess. And I know I should have told you earlier, but I was just... I was scared, because... I know you wouldn't treat me like how Chloé did last time, but still... I didn't want to ruin our friendship. In case you didn't like me back or something. I didn't want to make it awkward. Because... you're so important to me, Max, I didn't want to ruin that. But... I guess I did. Seriously, I'm sorry, I know I should have just asked you out on a proper date or asked you to be my Valentine..."

This whole time, Kim really had been in love with him? But he cared too much to bring it up? Huh, that was... that was almost exactly how Max himself always felt. He hadn't wanted to ask Kim out in case it would affect their friendship. He hadn't even known Kim was into boys. He especially hadn't considered that out of all boys, Kim would be into him. The thought lifted his spirits suddenly, so quickly he couldn't even remember feeling as upset as he had been a minute ago. And not only that, but Kim seemed so flustered. It was... cute. So cute. Cute enough that Max was tempted to tease him about it.

"Oh Kim," he sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you sometimes."

"I'll just... uh... go home now I guess..."

"Wait." Max took a step towards him and grabbed his arm. "We haven't finished our walk in the park yet... have we?"

Kim blushed. "No, I guess not... but... aren't you mad at me?"

"I kind of want to be, but I just can't. Not when you're being an adorable blushing idiot like that." Max moved his hand down further to hold Kim's hand. "So, should we get walking? You'll get cold otherwise. Though of course I could just kiss you again."

"W-what?"

"I mean, we are on a date now, aren't we? You're my Valentine. If you want another kiss you can just ask."

Kim grinned nervously. "Oh, um, if you're offering..."

Max hopped up and gave Kim a kiss on the cheek. "I assume this means we're boyfriends now?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Great." Max smiled and leaned against his arm. "Happy Valentine's Day, Kim."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Max." Kim ruffled Max's springy hair. "Homo fully intended."

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #kimax #max kante #le chien kim #no homo right #random stuff #trust me i'm writing ff too i promise but like #i needed to get this out by valentine's day #for obvious reasons #i wrote this pretty fast so sorry if it's not that good #also i suck at writing cutesy stuff #idk i tried #aish writes

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