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bangtaninborderland · 11 months

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JJK- Late Night Calls.

you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.

Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.

Warning: NONE!

A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)

The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID

Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️

It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.

“Hello?”

He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”

“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.

“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.

You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”

“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”

You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”

“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”

You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”

“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.

“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”

“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”

“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”

“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”

The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”

“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.

“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.

You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.

“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.

“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.

“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.

“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.

“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”

“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.

“Always jagiya.”

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uzubebe · 5 months

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purgatory

type: one shot

pairings: dean winchester x fem!reader (mutual pining, friends to lovers?), sam winchester x fem!reader (estranged besties)

disclaimer: i don’t write often, but i’ve been rewatching supernatural and i have so many idea. this may not be the best, but just some self indulgence. i love sammy with my whole heart but he needed to be told off ok.

summary: the dick was dead. dean and cas were gone. and you didn’t rest a wink while searching for them. unfortunately it turns out dean wasn’t the only one sam abandoned that year.

“cmon there has the be something” you sighed, aimlessly scrolling through 14 open tabs on your laptop and a pile of messy papers scattered across the motel table. you slammed your hands on the table in frustration, letting out a shaky breath and gripping your fists tight.

it had been a year. an entire year without dean winchester. the second he vanished you had delved into aimless research in a desperate attempt to find him. you had to busy yourself, because thinking about his absence for too long caused an indescribable pain to open up in your chest.

you had only broken down three times in your year long search, which you figured was a record for someone going through what you were. you’d spent countless nights crying yourself into restless sleep, sleep filled with dreams and nightmares about the eldest winchester.

you crammed your hands to your tired eyes in a hurry, shaking your head vigorously in an attempt to wake yourself. you had to focus because you sure as hell knew sam wasn’t doing anything about it.

after deans disappearance sam explained that he needed time and space, which you understood. you cared for him just as much as you cared for his eldest brother. he had been your best friend for as long as you could remeber. and this was his brother, someone he didn’t want to learn how to live without.

you didn’t realize that time and space meant him also disappearing for an entire year with zero contact. you tried to understand him in the beginning, tried to rationalize why he would leave with no warning or explanation, because there had to be one right ? after four months you decided he wasn’t coming back and it was your job to find his brother.

you felt tears well in the corners on your eyes, inhaling a sharp breath and stretching your arms to regain your composure, gearing up for more research instead of dwelling on the loneliness.

you were pulled from your thoughts as your phone began vibrating vigorously from your bag. you quickly pulled yourself from the chair, feeling your body creak, this year had aged you in more ways than one.

you pulled your phone from the bag and froze. you narrowed your eyes, studying the caller id in absolute astonishment.

dean winchester.

you scoffed in disbelief, settling on the first emotion that bumbled up your throat, anger. you quickly hit the answer button.

“listen, i don’t know who the fuck this is. but lose this fucking number, i don’t have time for prank-“ you started spitting vigorously into the phone, being cut off at the gruff laugh that echoed through the speaker.

“…dean?” you whispered. it couldn’t be. how was he calling you?

“yeah, y/n. it’s me” he said softly, this time the tears came pouring out without warning, you let out a sad sob mixed with some kind of laugh.

“where are you? please tell me where you are.” you begged, he quickly gave you his address and within second you were tumbling into your car and speeding to him.

once arriving you let out a sigh, mentally preparing yourself for something you had been longing for for the last year. after 2-3 seconds of this you decided you couldn’t wait a second longer. you barreled out of the car and began your search for their motel room, suddenly turning into an olympic runner as you looked at each room number. you breath hitched in your chest as you finally arrived in front of the door. you knocked briefly before swiftly barreling into the room. nothing could’ve stopped you from getting inside that room, and there was no time for pleasantries and manners.

“dean!?” you screeched, scanning the room. your eyes landed on him as he stood from the motel bed to greet you, a sense of overwhelming relief washed over you as you ran to him.

within second you were in his arm, tears flooding your eyes as you buried your head into his chest. you felt an arm tighten around you waist, as he cradled the back of your head with his free hand.

“shh, it’s okay y/n. i’m here. i’ve got you.” he whispered, trying to calm you from the heartbreaking sobs escaping your chest. you gripped the back of his shirt, pulling him as close as you could, fearing that if you let go he may disappear once again. after what felt like hours and finally realizing that this was real, you slowly pulled for him allowing him a minute to truly study your appearance.

you looked exhausted. your hair that had been previously above your shoulders now hanging loosely below your shoulder blades, tangled and messy. the bags under your eyes had grown, and you looked like you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in ages.

“y/n…what happened? are you okay?” he asked, concern flooding into his pretty green eyes. you let out a laugh and wiped your nose. you moved from him slightly, opting to grip one of his hands to keep yourself grounded.

“uh..you happened. i’ve been looking in every nook and cranny in this god forsaken country trying to find you.” you explained, sending him a melancholy smile. he studied you, pulling you to him and setting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“thank you. i’m sorry. i wish i could’ve been here.” he whispered, setting his forehead to yours. you closed your eyes, smiling softly.

“you’re here now.” you realized, letting out a breath that it felt like you had been holding for the past year. it felt like you had been suffocating all this time, and seeing him finally allowed you to breath properly again. you were basking in this feeling, inhaling the fresh oxygen that would only be provided by the presence of dean winchester.

you were trapped in your thoughts, that was until you heard a slight cough from behind dean, interrupting your moment.

“if you’re going to say something. don’t.” you demanded moving from dean, and seeing his younger brother sitting awkwardly on the bed behind him.

“listen-“ sam began, but you quickly cut him on, shaking your head as you moved further into his view.

“no sam. i don’t have to listen. you left. crowley told you that you were on your own and you just took his fucking word and ran with it. i was here. i was here the entire time and you just left ! so you don’t get to tell me to “listen.” not when i spent the last year destroying myself to find your brother, while you went off and got a fucking dog.” you spat, sam straightened up slightly, fidgeting with his hands. you were shaking uncontrollably, the prior moment of bliss was being overpowered by the rage and loneliness you had kept locked up throughout the last year.

“how do you…?” he asked, trailing off as he tried to gain the courage to meet your eyes again. you let out a cynical laugh, balling your hands into a tight fist.

“yeah. i looked for you. i was concerned. i needed to make sure you were okay. but you’ll never guess what i found. to my pleasant surprise i saw you playing house with a pretty brunette and friendly little dog. so you’ll have to give me a lot more than a sob story about how you couldn’t handle dean being gone for me to ever forgive you.” you said, moving closer to sam. he hadn’t ever seen you this way, so angry. he had to admit he was slightly unnerved and almost scared.

“because you know who else couldn’t handle it ? me. but i didn’t just lose dean, i lost you too. i called you daily for weeks, desperate for some kind of explanation. i was going out of my mind, alone in dingy motel rooms without the two people i needed most. and then, after a few months, i couldn’t even get your voicemail, just an automated voice telling me i was desperately trying to reach a disconnected number.” you were seething. you felt like every vessel pumping your blood was boiling, your raging heartbeat pounding in your ears, you thought you might pass out.

“so i don’t want to hear about how there was “a girl.” because there was a girl here the whole goddamn time. a girl who had been by your side for years. and you. still. left.” you continued, sam found himself staring at the floor, studying its pattern, because he couldn’t take the look of absolute betrayal that consumed your eyes.

“and guess what ? i didn’t get the fairytale year you had. because my person, the one i wanted to be with. the one i wanted to settle down and get a fucking dog with, was gone!” sam flinched at your tone. by the end of it, you found yourself screaming, throat feeling hoarse as you finally took a breath.

you calmed instantly as you felt deans hand reach for yours. you inhaled a deep breath and turned to him. not even realizing you had practically confessed to the years of pent of feelings you had for the man.

“y/n. i understand. really, i’m upset too. angry even. but let’s take a breather, yeah? you need a good meal, and an even better nap. why don’t we get out of here, give each other some space, regroup later?” dean suggested. you hadn’t noticed his watery eyes and unsteady voice. he was brought almost to tears at the state you were in, at what his absence had caused. you nodded slowly moving closer to him. sam slowly stood up.

“just call me when you guys are ready. y/n…i’m sorry. i really am.” he whispered, you didn’t turn around to look at him. you knew yourself well enough to know that those puppy dog eyes would make you feel insurmountable guilt, they always had. but you didn’t regret what you had said, it was the truth. and right now, you weren’t sure what could help you forgive your former best friend.

dean gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. he looked back to sam and sent him a sad smile as he led you out of the motel room.

he stopped and turned to you once the door clicked shut. he studied you, narrowing his eyes as you suddenly became incredibly fascinated with the small rock next to your left foot. you forgot what it felt like to have him watching you so intensely.

“where were you?” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze, relief washing over you instantly, he was here. he was real.

“uh…purgatory. guess standing to close to dick when he died gave me a one way ticket to his afterlife.” dean explained, you scoffed slightly, mentally punching yourself at the realization.

“fucking purgatory. of course. i should’ve figured that out. god.” you cursed yourself, how could you have been so stupid ? of course he was in fucking purgatory. dean picked up on the fact that you were internally blaming yourself for his disappearance and immediately took action.

“hey. hey.” he whispered, settings his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look at him. he bent down to your level, a stern look on his face.

“do not, for one second, blame yourself. none of this was your fault, and you’ve done more than i could’ve ever anticipated. i know it was a hard, even excruciating year, but i’m here now. and i’m not going anywhere.” dean insisted, you studied the look in his eyes. it was one you hadn’t seen from him before, or maybe it had been so long that you just needed to re-educate yourself on his mannerisms.

“okay. thank you.” you whispered, setting one of your hands atop his. he scoffed slightly at you thanking him, when they should’ve all been thanking you.

“cmon, let’s get you something to eat sweetheart.” dean smiled, moving to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and walking you towards the car. you nuzzled into his side, wrapping your arms instinctively around his waist.

“think i made sam cry.” you scoffed slightly, replaying the intense speech you shoved down sam’s throat.

“yeah well i’m thinking maybe he needed to hear it.” dean stated, you let out a sigh and nodded.

“and for the record, i would’ve really liked it. settling down and getting a dog with you. i wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” dean declared, setting his lips to the top of your head, feeling him slightly smile into your hair. you’re smile grew, it felt like your heart was finally beating normally again. you dug your head further into his side in embarrassment.

“well i guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.” you whispered, giving deans waist a reassuring squeeze.

“great plan, so we thinking doberman? golden retriever? maybe something small like a chihuahua or something?” dean joked, pulled you tighter into his chest with a laugh.

“shut up” you giggled, punching his chest playfully, sending him a big grin as he continued to chuckle. and since being back, dean felt okay again, at least for that moment. cause the two of you were together once again, and he had the ability to make you smile like that. he wanted to do it for the rest of his life.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #pov #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #friends to lovers #supernatural fic #fanfic

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mariposa-writes · 1 year

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The Assistant - Part 2

Summary: I hate writing summaries...

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: let me know what you think! I love feedback, thanks!

It was 9:56 when Travis texted you asking for your apartment number. You didn't bother replying and just walked outside to find his car, which was parked in front of the unit you stayed in.

He was standing outside the car, leaning against the hood. "I was going to see if you needed help." He said, opening the door for you.

"I'm fine, but thanks."

"So this is where you live?" He asks eyeing the building suspiciously.

You could tell he wasn't fond of the place and wouldn't be spending an extra time here if he didn't have too. Argentine wasn't the best area to live it, but it was more affordable than Johnson County.

"Do you live with anyone?" Travis asked, realizing he really didn't know much about you.

"Nope."

"Maybe you should." He said under his breath but still loud enough for you to hear.

"Why would I? I like living alone."

"Well, I was just thinking that maybe if you had a roommate you could afford a nicer and safer place."

You were slightly offended that he was judging your apartment so harshly. "It's not a bad place to live. Most of the neighbors are good people, just trying to survive with the little money they have."

"You said most not all." You rolled your eyes, already regretting this little doctors appointment.

"Well the few that aren't so great stay out of the way. They actually aren't that bad, they try to keep the violence away from where the kids play and try not to included innocent people in their beef." You liked where you lived, maybe you could do without the nightly gunshots but for the most part it wasn't bad.

"Alright, whatever you say." He said holding up a hand in mock surrender, while keeping the other on the steering wheel.

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet, besides the music playing softly in the background.

———

The doctor’s appointment went well and in 5 days you were supposed to have your surgery. You just first had to get your knee to bend to a 90 degree angle.

You spent all week working on it, and it was much harder than you thought it would be. You were about to call your best friend when Travis’s called ID popped up in your screen.

“Hello?” You said answering the phone, confused on why he was calling

“Hey, it’s Travis” he replied

“Yea, I know.” You we’re wracking your brain on why he was calling when it finally hit you. “You’re not calling to cancel on me tomorrow right?” You asked starting to worry.

You let your mind get the best of you more often than you’d like to admit.

“What? No. I was actually calling to see if you wanted to stay here so we wouldn’t have to wake up as early tomorrow” he explained, “ I know you’re not really a morning person.”

“Uhh, are you sure?” Over the past year and a half while working for Travis you’d had many late night and early mornings, but you had never once stayed over at his house. Even if you were only gonna get 3 hours of sleep, you would go home for them.

To be honest, you didn’t really want to be alone tonight. You were nervous about the surgery, even though it was a basic routine. You’d never been out under the knife before and this was stressing you out more than you cared to admit.

“Yea, I’m sure. I can pick you up in an hour. Also the doctor said you’d need someone to watch over you so I figured you could stay at my house for a few days. Maria will be here and she can help you.”

“Okay, sounds good. See you in an hour.”

About an hour later Travis was knocking on your door. “It’s open” you yelled from your bedroom. He slowly entered not, wanting to over step.

“You ready to go?” He called.

“Yea, just grabbing my bag.” You walked into the living room with ur bag slung over your shoulder. Travis was standing in the middle of your living room, looking around at what he could see.

Your apartment had always been the perfect size for you, one bedroom with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom but with Travis in the room it suddenly felt to small.

He hadn’t noticed that you had walked in yet, you cleared your throat getting his attention “Ready to go?” You chipped, ready to get Travis out of your space.

He cleared his throat like he’d forgotten how to talk. “Yea, let’s go.” He took your bag from you and and carried it to the car.

It was silent for the first half of the ride, which you were normally fine with. You guys didn’t talk much unless it had to do with work. “Thanks for doing this Travis.”

“Yea, it’s not a big deal.”

You wanted to protest tell him that it was a big deal. He was paying for the extra expenses you couldn’t cover, he got you a good doctor, and most importantly he was there for you through this whole thing so far.

Which was something you never expected from him. You expected him to fire you since you wouldn’t be able to do your job for at least three weeks.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. He wasn’t ever some raging asshole boss, but he liked things a certain way.

You guys never talked about your personal lives, you knew more about his due to your job but you never openly discussed or asked about his. You just let him tell you what he wanted to.

He pulled into his garage and helped you out if the car. Your knee was only getting worse, it was giving out more often and becoming more painful to walk on.

Travis kept a hand on the small of your back, the whole way into the house. Catching you when your knee gave out, on the way to his kitchen. "Hungry?" He asked as you sat down on the stool at the island in his kitchen.

"Yes, but I can't eat until after the surgery tomorrow."

"I forgot that you had to fast."

"Yup, worst thing about this dumb surgery." You laughed, earning a small chuckle from Travis.

"Ok, I figured it'd be best if you stayed in my room since there's no stairs to get there. Maria changed the sheets and set it all up for you."

"You don't have to give up your room."

"It's fine, I'll be staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs."

"Travis-"

"Don't argue." He said placing a glass of water in front of you. You glared at him, but didn't argue. "I have some stuff I need to do tonight, but I was thinking we could hang out once I'm done."

"Yea, that's fine."

"Perfect, make yourself at home. I'll find you when I'm done." You nodded as he walked upstairs to his office. You got off the couch, not sure what to do. You felt like you needed to work and be doing something productive.

But instead you sat on his couch and powered on his gaming console. He already had NBA 2k23 in so you decided to play that. You play with the kids in your apartment complex when you watch them for their mom. She normally pays you back in the best baked goods in the world.

You'd been playing for about an hour when Travis walked into the living room. "You play?"

"Yea."

"You any good?" He asked sitting down besides you and grabbing the other remote.

"I'm okay," You lied not wanting to brag. You liked to think you'd gotten pretty good at the game, often times beating the kids you watched. "Why, wanna play?"

"Yup, just don't be sad when I beat you."

"Ok," You said, rolling your eyes.

The rest of the night consisted of you and Travis playing different videos games, you beating him in NBA and MLB. He beat you at Madden, "That's not fair you have an advantage over me!" You protested, "You can think all strategically about the game since you play in real life!"

"Oh, your just mad you lost." He said powering off the console. "You're a sore loser." he mumbled.

"I am not a sore loser. It just doesn't happen often so I'm not used to it."

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing you.

"Yea! See your used to it, I'm not." You smirked, knowing you were getting under his skin.

"I'm used to it? Who has a super bowl ring and who doesn't?" He asked pointing between you two.

"Oh, that was like 2 seasons ago, get over it." You laughed, as he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, well I think this is a sign to call it a night. We gotta be ready to go by 6:15."

"Okay." You nodded, getting off the couch. Travis walked you to his room.

It felt surreal being in his room. You rarely came in here, not ever really needing too. If you did come in it was to grab something from his closet real quick and leave. "Bathrooms, in there. Call if you need anything."

He said getting ready to leave, just as he was about to close the door you called him. "Travis?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you." He smiled, "I mean it."

"I know, you're welcome. Now go to bed." He shut the door to his room and you could hear him walking away from the door. You climbed into his bed, it was comfier than you could ever imagine and it smelled like him despite Maria changing the sheets.

#travis kelce imagine #travis kelce fic #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #nfl fanfic #nfl imagine #nfl #kansas city chiefs #kc chiefs #chiefs #super bowl

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constantcrisis19 · 19 days

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Loose Lips Sink Ships - Part 1

Dean Winchester x GN S/O

AN: Hey guys! I know that I disappeared for a bit, but I promise that I'm still alive and kicking! I've just been really consumed by the SoapGhost fics that I've been writing/planning for ao3 and that made it hard for me to find time to write for Tumblr in between irl things when all of my free time seemed to be dedicated to COD. But I finally decided to just sit down and work on one of my numerous WIP's which led to me cranking this bad boy out! Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,118

You moved your hands out of your jacket pocket, revealing your well-loved wallet that you’d had for years, and pulled the card with your current alias printed onto it out of its assigned slot in a practiced motion.

You tapped the chip against the screen of the card reader in order to pay for the obscenely greasy food that you’d ordered for yourself and Dean –who you had left fast asleep in your shared motel room– watching with a keen eye as the payment processed and then was accepted with a little innocuous green check mark, the receipt printing with a soft whir.

You startled a little as a phone suddenly began to ring, the tune echoing loudly in the store, and it took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize that it was actually your cell that was going off, your free hand –which wasn’t currently juggling both your card and wallet– darted down to the back pocket of your jeans in order to collect the device with a sheepish smile.

You swiped your thumb across the screen and answered the phone without looking at the caller ID, quickly wedging the device between your ear and shoulder in order to take the receipt that the bored looking cashier was impatiently holding out toward you with your newly freed hand.

“Hey, where the hell did you run off to?” Dean was already talking before you could even manage to get a greeting out, his voice rough in a way that it only was immediately after waking up, which told you that he most likely called after rousing from sleep and noticing that you were no longer in the motel with him.

“Just figured that I’d treat your lazy ass to some breakfast since you didn’t look like you were getting up anytime soon.” You said as you took the long strip of paper from the cashier with a small nod of thanks before stepping off to the side in order to make way for the next customer to step forward and be assisted, folding up the receipt and carelessly cramming it into your wallet before shoving it back into your jeans.

You had wanted to let Dean sleep in for once since it was technically your fault that you were both up so late last night, the two of you having been all wound up after running around all day asking anyone and everyone about the suspicious deaths that had been happening around town only to come up with fuck all, so you and Dean had decided to dispel all that pent up energy and frustration by testing Dean’s so-called ��endless stamina’ that he constantly bragged about.

Needless to say, you had put him through the wringer and managed to come out the other side a little less worse for wear than Dean had.

You settled in with your phone now comfortably resting against the side of your head as you waited for your order to be called, and you bit your lip in an attempt to repress the love-sick smile that wanted to overtake your neutral expression when you heard the telltale shift of blankets over the line.

You could see Dean carelessly sprawl his limbs out across the bed in your mind's eye, your fingers twitching with the urge to brush your fingers through his –no doubt– adorable bedhead, the impulse always bubbling up without fail when you saw his hair sticking up at all sorts of odd angles.

“Rough night?” You asked, your voice practically dripping with faux-concern as you idly watched the people milling about the pop fountain, and Dean let loose a distinctly unattractive snort that had a smug grin spreading across your lips, your salacious smile earning you a dirty look from a woman who had just finished filling a large cup with cola that you unfortunately just so happened to make eye contact with.

“You’d know.” Dean groused, the sound of him moving about restlessly nearly drowning out his petulant response as he heaved himself upright with a groan that had him sounding like he was an old man rather than a spry twenty-six year old, and you winced in sympathy.

As hunters, your line of work was unforgiving and you yourself were subject to the various aches and pains that came from such a physically demanding job on more than one occasion.

“You order yet?” Dean asked suddenly and you blinked rapidly, his voice abruptly pulling you from the aimless staring that you’d been unknowingly doing as you recalled how stiff and sore you were when you woke up this morning. Though, if you were being honest with yourself, that was definitely a byproduct of last night's rigorous activities rather than having to fight for your life against some bloodthirsty creature or another for once, which was admittedly a nice change of pace.

“Yup. Got you a bacon breakfast burrito, hash browns, and a slice of cherry pie.” You replied with a wide grin, a bark of laughter erupting from your chest and startling the few people standing near you when Dean let out a truly sinful moan of appreciation.

“I love you so fucking much.” Dean declared, the mattress springs creaking as he pushed to his feet and walked across the small room before clicking on a lightswitch, his voice taking on a distinct echo as he entered the borderline claustrophobic motel bathroom.

“I know.” You said smugly before suddenly remembering the woman that you had run into on your way to the restaurant, causing you to be out longer than you’d originally intended, which was the whole reason why you were back with breakfast before Dean woke up.

“Also, while I was out, I happened to run into a friend of the ex-wife of the last victim and I may have found a lead on this case.” You stated after briefly glancing around and taking a couple of steps back in order to make sure that no one would be overhearing your conversation.

The most that you’d been able to get out of the shell-shocked woman when you and Dean had went to interrogate her the previous day was that her ex-husband had broken into the house while she was home alone and, after saying some shit that made no sense at all whatsoever, had dropped dead right there in the dining room before she could even process what had happened.

And that wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened, the person before that had slumped over dead in a church confessional booth after saying about three words to the priest and the one before that had just randomly collapsed to the ground in the middle of a crosswalk after angrily yelling at a reckless driver that had almost ran her over.

“Alright, hit me.” Dean said, sounding much more awake now but, before you could say a word, one of the employees called out your order number over the general chatter of the restaurant. You snapped to attention, muttering a quick warning to Dean that the food was done and you were gonna go grab it, before moving forward and maneuvering your way through the small crowd that had accumulated between you and the front desk.

You took the grease-stained brown paper bag with a grateful smile and a polite nod before turning on your heel in order to make your way over to the exit. You shamelessly used your foot to bully the door open –since your hands were full– before stepping outside and squinting when the sun made your eyes ache, unused to the intense brightness after having spent so much time under the fluorescent lights that they had installed indoors.

“As I was saying, apparently there’s an old legend–” You began as you trotted over to the nearby sidewalk in order to begin the long walk back to the motel, only to be almost immediately interrupted by Dean.

“There always is.” Dean muttered to himself through a muffled yawn, but you expertly ignored him –a talent that had been born from being around the older Winchester for several years– and continued on as if he had never even uttered a word.

“–that a witch used to terrorize the area way back when this place used to be just a tiny trading town and, considering that there is definitely some kind of curse involved here, I figured that a witch –if not the very same witch from the story– is most likely our culprit rather than a cursed object, like we initially suspected.” You continued explaining your findings, lifting a hand to wave at the driver of a pick up that had slowed to a stop and motioned to the street in front of them, allowing you to quickly jog across the crosswalk.

“Fucking witches man.” Dean growled, the deep sound sending the wrong kind of signals to your brain and making your core heat up in anticipation as images of last night came to the forefront of your mind, an overwhelming sense of smug satisfaction blooming in your chest when you recalled the plethora of possessive marks that you’d shamelessly left all over his body.

The deafening blare of a car horn unceremoniously yanked you from your internal musings and you gave Dean a noncommital hum as your gaze scanned over the street in an effort to find the origin of the noise, pausing your search and freezing mid step when you noticed a man and a woman standing stock still on the other side of the busy road, both of them just staring at you as passersby gave them a wide berth.

“Hello? You still there?” You heard Dean’s voice as he called out over the phone, but your attention was firmly locked onto the pair on the opposite sidewalk who were very openly watching you with an intensity that made your gut churn, your eyes widening when you made the mistake of making eye contact with the woman and she shot you a mean grin.

“Uh, yeah. It’s just– There’s a man and a woman staring at me… and I have a feeling that they’re not coming over here for a friendly chat.” You relayed warily as the two finally moved, the woman taking the lead as they stepped off the curb and began making their way across the road toward you.

And, no sooner than the words had left your mouth, you heard the telltale sound of Dean grabbing his keys and jacket before the rhythmic thump of rapid footsteps and the heavy slam of a door signaled his rushed exit from the motel room, the relative silence of the room being replaced by the whistle of the wind and general bustle of the city as Dean climbed into the Impala.

“Don’t hang up and don’t move, I’m coming to you.” Dean snapped furiously –though you didn’t take his harsh tone to heart since you knew that he was just worried– and you winced when you heard the deafening squeal of tires on asphalt from Dean’s end of the line, the commotion promptly being followed by a flurry of irritated honking as he drove like a mad man.

“The not moving thing probably won’t be an option, but you can access my location from your own phone and use that to track my movements. I’ll keep the call connected if I can.” You said quickly before acting as if you dropped the call and stashing your cell into the right pocket of your jacket moments before the woman came to a halt about a foot away from you, her companion not too far behind.

“Hello. You’ll have to forgive my rudeness, it’s been awhile since I’ve come across a hunter. Especially one who is brave or stupid enough to travel with someone as infamous and recognizable as a Winchester.” The woman –who you assumed was in charge– greeted with faux-remorse, and you swallowed nervously as her red lips stretched into a wide smile that showed off too many teeth to be strictly friendly.

You scrambled for something to focus on as you began to panic at the realization that the mystery woman –who you strongly suspected was the very witch that you’d been looking for– not only knew who you were but also why you were there, your brain stupidly choosing to latch onto the fact that the pair were going to cause you to be delayed even longer, which meant that it was becoming more than likely that your food was going to be stone cold by the time you made it back to the motel.

If you managed to come out of the confrontation alive, that is.

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obscurecharactershowdown · 10 months

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Round 6

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I've seen John in ONE poll but I haven't seen Gary at all. Gary is the main antagonist in the games and is a normal human being just like you and me. Actually he's a demon, and trying to summon the antichrist. He can also summon spiders! Over and over again. And remember, Gary loves you! [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2]

Granger

so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda!]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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bad in the bones (c.f) part 5

a/n: hey guys, sorry about the long wait i know I’ve been inactive lately I just moved states so I’ve been busy and trying to get back into the swing of my normal life so I haven’t been writing so much lately but i will continue to update dont worry! Hope you enjoy💛💛💛 id love to know your thoughts!

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Mallory’s name flashes on the screen over a picture of her smiling, red-faced and blurry. Her hair is plastered to her face with sweat and she was holding up a beer. I remember taking the photo our sophomore year. It was our first high school party and she went a little overboard but I remember thinking how pretty she looked, even as completely wasted as she was. “Hello?” I pick up. Mallory always texted me before she called, mostly because she hated being on the phone and tried to avoid it and I know something is wrong as soon as she speaks.

“Hey,” she sings softly. “How’s it going?”

“What’s wrong?” I sit up, scooting my butt all the way to the back of the lounge chair. Belly, who was absent-mindedly watching the boys in the water is now fully alert to me. I can feel her eyes watching me.

“Oh nothing,” she dismisses. I can almost see her waving me off like she always did. “Just wondering if you found your new summer beau yet.”

“Why?” I ask cautiously. Mallory laughs and I can hear some people chatting in the background, although I can’t really make it out. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the pool with the girls,” she says. The girls meaning Victoria and Betty who we have been friends with since middle school. It has always been Mallory and I, but the girls were always good to have around but if Tori and Betty were around that means Josh and his friends were around and that made my stomach drop.

“Is Josh there?” I ask. Now, Belly’s eyebrows shot up and she mouths Josh? I nod my head as Mallory confirms over the phone. “What happened? Why are you calling?”

She’s silent on the other side and I wait for her to speak. I hear Josh’s laugh in the background and I want to throw up. I could recognize that laugh anywhere. It could wake me out of the deepest sleep. I could almost see him - head thrown back as a laugh escapes through his teeth. How his curly hair falls back against his forehead. I shut my eyes to try and get rid of the image. “He’s been seeing someone,” she finally whispers. “Her name is-”

“I don’t want to know her name,” I snap at her without meaning to. Belly’s eyes widen even more if that’s possible and the boys stop throwing their volleyball around and they’re all staring at me. Everything is quiet except for my heavy breathing. “How long?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “Since you left, I think.”

“Well, you can tell Josh that I’ve been seeing someone, too.” I don’t know why I lie. I never lie to Mallory and everyone sitting around me knows it’s not true but I still say it. I still confirm it when Mallory asks me really?

“Who are you hooking up with?” Belly whispers next to me, her hands are already on the arm rest of my chair and she’s ready to shake the answer out of me. I shake my head at her with narrow eyes and she seems disappointed as she leans back in her own chair, arms crossed over her chest like a little kid pouting.

“I gotta go, okay?” I tell Mallory as she’s blabbering on about Josh’s new girlfriend and how he’s only with her to make me jealous and not to worry. She says there’s no way she compares to you. I tell her thanks for letting me know and hang up the phone. “What are you all staring at?” I say to the boys as the door to the house slides closed. I didn’t even hear it open.

“Nothing,” Steven says, shaking his head vigorously. He throws the ball in the air and hits it to Jeremiah. “Nothing at all, yn.” The ball hitting the water next to Jeremiah knocks his attention away from me and he grabs it. “Come on, Jere.” I look down at my lap and start to hear the ball bouncing back and forth again. I no longer feel a bunch of eyes on me.

“What’s gotten into you?” Conrad asks from behind me. His hands are on the back of my chair and he’s leaning forward toward me with a smirk on his face. His voice is teasing but the energy in the air is tense. I can’t speak and I don’t know why.

“She just found out that Josh has a new girlfriend so she lied about having a new boyfriend just to seem even,” Belly says. I snap my head to her with widened eyes and she recoils in her chair. “Sorry, that’s what happened.”

“He’s an ass. Don’t let him get to you,” Conrad says. He’s trying to be nice and supportive and I can see that when I look at him but it just pisses me off so I stand up and push past him into the house. I can hear them all talking through the shut glass door but I ignore it. I ignore Laurel and Susannah calling after me in the kitchen and I ignore Laurel as she follows me to the base of the stairs. I shut the door to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed.

I stay in my room until it gets dark out. No one bothered me except Laurel asking me if I want dinner. When I told her no she said, “I heard about what happened today. Do you want to talk about it?” I told her no again and she sighed on the other side of the door but then disappeared for the rest of the night. When the sun goes down and the house gets quiet, I tip-toe out of my bedroom. All of the doors are shut and there’s not a single sound in the house. I turn on the lights in the kitchen and start raiding the kitchen. I could leave. Take Laurel’s car and go to the corner store that we stopped at on our way in and buy a bottle of vodka and drink the entire thing in the car but I don’t want to leave the house so I open all the bottom cabinets until I find some. The bottle feels heavy and expensive and I start to feel guilty but I unscrew the top anyway and drink from the mouth.

“Susannah would kill you if she found you.” I startle and the mouth misses my lips just a little bit getting a little vodka on my chin. I wipe it away as I turn around. Steven is standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. He’s probably reveling in the fact that he’s not the most fucked up Conklin in the house. I can see him picturing my demise in his eyes as I look at him.

“Good thing she’s asleep, right?” I say. He shrugs and holds out his hand and I give him what he wants. “No plans tonight?”

He shakes his head before taking a drink from the bottle. “No one was really in the mood, I guess. Plus you’ve been MIA all day.”

“Wasn’t in the mood either.” I push myself up on the countertop, taking the bottle back when Steven hands it to me.

“Listen to me, yn. Josh is an idiot, you know? I’ve known him for years. I told Belly when you first started dating it was a bad idea but-”

“You did?” My heart rate picks up and Steven looks at me wide-eyed. “She never told me you said that.”

“She probably didn’t want to hurt your feelings. He’s just an asshole, okay? Always has been.” He’s being quiet, I assume so he doesn’t wake up the rest of the house but there’s also a hint of something else in his voice. Sadness, regret, pity. It makes my stomach churn.

“Why didn’t you say something to me? Instead of Belly? You let me get into a relationship with him for years and never said anything.” Steven shushes me and steps closer to where I’m sitting. “Don’t tell me to be uiet.”

“I didn’t tell you to be quiet but people are sleeping. Why are you so mad?” I shake my head and my hands tighten around the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. Steven looks at them and then looks away. “It’s not like he’s a serial cheater or something, he’s just a shitty guy sometimes. Always has been but he was good to you, at least he seemed to be from where I was standing.”

“He was good to me,” I state. I’m not sure how much I believe that. Deep down, I think I do but the memories of the last few months with Josh taint the bigger picture. All I see are his furious eyes as we fight about what to wear to senior prom instead of when they’re soft and he’s loving me. I hear his voice strained with guilt when he tells me that he wants to see other people instead of how he sounds when he first wakes up. I thought he was just being a teenage boy. Trying to get out of being tied down in his early twenties. Maybe he was telling me the truth. He wanted to see someone else. Whoever he has his arm around at the pool this summer. I hope she gets him to wear sunscreen because I never did. “He just didn’t want to go to Columbia, okay? It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“So you broke up because of college?” Steven sounds skeptical and I nod despite knowing he doesn’t believe me. “Then why is he already seeing someone else?”

“Do you have to bring that up?”

“It’s relevant, isn’t it?” We stare at each other. I can hear my own heart beating in my throat and I tell her to shut up but it doesn’t work.

“Was my whole relationship just a lie?” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Did he ever love me at all?” Before I start to cry, Steven closes the gap between us and he hugs me so tight that the sound of my heart gets muffled with the sound of his. He whispers in my ear telling me yes he did, I know he did but I don’t believe him. He tells me it’s okay. It’ll get better. I will find someone new. I think I’m really about to start crying when my phone rings. I reach for it and see his name on the caller ID. Steven sees it too and I try to ask him what to do with my eyes but he doesn’t know me like Belly does, so he doesn’t answer me.

“I’ll let you deal with that,” he says and leaves me alone in the kitchen. I grab the bottle of vodka and slide open my phone as I start up the stairs. Steven’s door closes just as I reach the top and I whisper a hello as I walk down the hall.

“Yn.” His voice verberates through my entire body. I feel like I’m watching myself instead of being inside of my own body. He always had that effect on me. “I heard Mallory called you.”

“She did.” The words didn’t seem to come out right at all. They get caught in my throat and come out all mangled but Josh doesn’t seem to react.

“She told me you were seeing someone.” There’s no noise in the background wherever he’s at and I picture him in his room with the curtains drawn and the only light coming from his gaming keyboard he spent way too much money on for the amount he uses it. I can see him laying on his bed, legs crossed and outstretched in front of him. I used to lay next to him, my head by his feet, as I read. He’d be on his phone or playing video games and his toes would tap my shoulder making me look back at him and he would blow me a kiss. I’d pretend to catch it and throw it in the pages. “To keep forever,” I would say. That memory aches at me now.

“She told me you were.” He clears his throat and I keep going. “Who is she? Do I know her?” I have to know her, right? She had to have went to school with us. Maybe it was Holly Eaton from our history class. She was always looking at him.

“It’s not important.”

“Is she going to community college with you?” The spite in my voice is hard to hide and I think Josh picks up on it because he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Who said I’m going to community college?”

“Well you’re not going to Columbia, are you?”

“And you are?” He snaps. “I heard you got wait-listed.” My heart stops like I’m riding in a car that comes to a sudden stop too close to the intersection and your entire body is jerked in and out of reality.

“Who told you that?” I say through my teeth. I only told one person that so that question seems irrelevant but I want him to say it. But he won’t. He just sighs.

“Yn, I didn’t call to fight.”

“Then why did you call?” I ask.

“Because if it’s true, if you’re really seeing someone-” I scoff. If it’s true. He pretends not to notice. “I just want him to treat you right, okay? I really did love you. I do love you. More than you know, I think. And if things had ended better, I would hope that we’d have found our way back to each other one day.” If things had ended better? I’m uiet. He ended things. He made them bad, didn’t he? Wasn’t it his fault? “I still think we might, you know? It was always you and me. I never doubted that. There’s just so much out there, yn. So much. You’ll thank me one day for this, I think.”

“Thank you? For what? Breaking my heart?” I want to be mad. I want to sound mad. I want to spit so much fire though the phone that it burns the beard he’d been trying to grow all year right off. But I don’t sound mad. I’m quiet and I realize I’m crying.

“No. For forcing you to get out of your comfort zone. I know you pretend to be big and tough and wild like your mom but you like to be safe in your bubble and that bubble was me. You deserve to know more.” He’s being sincere. I can hear it in his voice. I want to crawl in his bed under his covers and inhale his scent. I want him to love me again because I don’t know if I can ever stop loving him. “Her name is Kennedy and it’s not real. I lied. I was pretending in front of Mal.”

“You lied?”

“Mhm,” he hums. I can hear his smile. “Goodnight, yn. Have a good summer.” The line dies and starts to beep in my ear. I leave it there, the lingering of his voice in my ear because it’s all I have left besides my anger. But the anger is gone, isn’t it? I don’t feel it so heavy in my chest anymore. It’s more like a dull roar that’s leaving it’s mark in my body. In a deep hibernation. Until next time. But then I remember Columbia and Mallory and the beans being spilled so I remove the phone from the side of my head and I text her. Did you tell Josh about Columbia???

Being sad about Josh had been getting old. I spent too many nights in bed, crying. Mallory told me to just move on already but she didn’t know I had got rejected by Columbia that same week. She didn’t know the rejection letter was in the waste basket under my desk, rotting just like me. So I told her and her face softened once more and she let me wallow for a few more weeks until I started to look too rough maybe you should get up and shower and leave the house.

She’s the only person I ever told. Not my mother, not Laurel, not Belly. I would have to tell them eventually but right now everything was already too dark there was no reason to shut the curtains, too.

No! Her reply text reads. And then another one: I told Betty tho :/

I don’t bother replying. I lock my phone and throw it on the bed. Betty, who had the biggest mouth out of anyone in our class. Betty, who thrived off of other people’s misery. Betty, who ran and told Josh that my life was crumbling down around me in the wake of him. I want to scream but I shut my eyes instead and picture her head inflating with all the gossip she eats and popping off of her neck. When I open them, blood is splattered on the walls and there’s a knock at the door. I go to open the door and the walls are white again.

Conrad stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame similarly to how Steven stood only a few minutes ago in the kitchen. He looks like he was asleep. He has bags under his eyes and his hair was messy and he’s looking down at me in a way that makes me feel uneasy. “What are you doing here?” I ask quietly.

“I heard you come up and then I heard you talking on the phone. Are you okay? It’s late.” He doesn’t give any indication that he heard what was being said but he was living next door, so he may have. I just nod my head and pull the door open a little more, inviting him inside. He doesn’t speak but accepts my offer by walking inside and I close the door behind him. “I don’t know what happened earlier, at the pool,” he starts, “but I’m sorry. He’s a jerk.”

I nod my head again even though I’m not so sure I believe that anymore. “I’m fine.”

Conrad spins around the room. His eyes search for any changes that I’ve made, which aren’t really any. I left everything the way that it was except for my small collection of books on the dresser and my clothes on my floor. “What are you reading right now?” He asks, nodding toward the stack.

“Moby Dick,” I tell him. “Cliche, I know.”

“Just a little pretentious,” he teases and I actually laugh. “I’ve read it a few times myself,” he admits. He uses his finger to flip open the front cover and he traces the lines of the title page before finding my bookmark and opening it up. I’m a little over halfway through, but truth be told, I hadn’t paid attention to the last hundred words. It’s hard to really focus on anything these days. “Do you want to go on our boat tomorrow morning, maybe?”

He’s still looking at the book and I watch his back move up and down as he breathes. He doesn’t turn around to look at me until I say, “yeah. I’d love to.” His mouth stretches across his face in a smile.

“You won’t be too afraid?” His eyes narrow and I laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, good. I’ll knock around 5? Watch the sunset?” His words turn up in question and I tell him that’s perfect and he smiles wider and steps toward me. He leans down, his breath hitting my ear. “Get some sleep.” When he walks past me, his shoulders brush mine gently and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and catching his wrist before he gets too far away. His body spins around to face me and we crash together harder than I anticipated. It knocks the wind out of me but Conrad’s hands steady me. They grab my waist and hold me stable even when my entire body shivers as we make eye contact. “What?”

I let out a shaky breath and I think about Josh. About how it felt the first time we kissed: exhilarating, powerful, real, and hot. Every atom of my body felt like it was on fire but right now I feel calm. Like a cloud that’s swimming through the sky slowly but too fast all at the same time. As I lean in now, I don’t feel a fire in my bones. They feel like jello. They feel like they’re floating. “Are you sure?” He asks me and I nod without thinking and instead of pulling away like I should have, I kiss him. I kiss him long and hard with my fingers in his hair and his pressed into my hips and when he pulls away again, to ask me one more time, I have to stop myself.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m so fucking sorry.” My shaky hands go to my lips as I stagger away from him. The look on his face is hard to decipher but it’s painful, nonetheless. “I don’t know why I did that. It wasn’t fair.” What I meant was it wasn’t fair to him because I still loved Josh. It wasn’t fair to me because I still loved Josh. It wasn’t fair to Belly because she still loved Conrad, didn’t she? The guilt is what pushed him away.

“It’s okay,” he says. He’s trying to find an answer in my face that he won’t be able to find and he reaches for my hand. I let him grab it. “It’s okay. I’ll come to get you in the morning, alright?” He squeezes my hand and I nod and watch him leave. I stare at the back of the door until his bedroom door closes behind him.

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Safely

Author's note: HAPPY NEW YEARS! I hope you all have plenty of blessings this year. I wish you lots of love and health. In honor of the holiday, I wanted to give you a little piece. A unique piece that only my members of Patreon will be able to read further on. I've been writing it for a few days, and I hope you like it. I was thinking of making her an OC (Patreon exclusive) and make other pieces based on their relationship and surroundings. Let me know in the comments if you liked it!

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It had been an exceptionally long day at work, but she was finally getting into bed and getting some rest. The apartment was noticeably quiet, causing her to struggle to catch sleep. On top of it, her dog was away, and she felt unprotected. Either way, sleep got the most of her, and she allowed herself to fall into it.

“Hello?” Her phone had been ringing for what felt like hours even though it had only been two minutes. It had rung long enough to wake her up. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes to check the caller ID. Whomever it was they had pissed Y/N off.

“Kitten” A single word was enough to get rid of any grogginess from her. She pulled her phone away from her ear, trying to read the time. It read 3:06 causing her to groan.

“Please, don't tell me you are arrested again” She heard his attractive chuckle from the other side of the phone. She threw the covers off her body and sat up. Y/N already knew the answer, and she didn’t need it to come out of his lips.

“Where are you?”

“At the apartment” Y/N grabbed the first pair of jeans that she could find in the darkness.

“Why?” She rolled her eyes. He was going to lecture her. She was supposed to be staying in the house with the family. “The fuckin’ dog isn’t even there with yeh! You know where you are supposed to be when I am not home” She could picture him, spatting into the phone, worried about things that weren’t as important.

“This whole authoritarian attitude isn’t such a panty dropper like when we first met” She teased, enjoying how easily his buttons could get pushed.

“Call Henry and tell him to get here and take your ass home”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now, Y/N!” he hung up on her. He worried more about her safety than his. Sure, he had taught her how to defend herself, but he could never be too safe. He wasn’t rude or pushed her around, but his priority was always her safety. Ever since they met on that rainy day.

A stupid mistake had landed him in jail again. The fucking police officers had intercepted one of his calls and had busted in before Harry could put a bullet between the other man’s eyes. Although, the police were the least of his problems.

“Styles? You are free to go” Harry smiled with cockiness as he walked past him. “We’ll get you don’t worry” He stopped and turned to look at him. His eyes scanned for his name on his super chest.

“Copper isn’t?” He was straight out of the academy, and unfortunately, he still had no idea who he was dealing with. “I’ll make sure to remember your name officer cooper” It was an empty promise. He had no intention of going after the young officer. He just enjoyed making people uncomfortable. Harry also hated police officers.

“Here is your shit, Styles” an older officer threw him his phone, wallet, keys, and everything else that he had been carrying in his pockets when he had been detained. He remained quiet, picking his stuff off the counter. He could see Henry and the rest of his closest men outside, waiting for him. “I hope you see you soon here”. He just rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Give me a cigarette” he interrupted Henry before he could say something to him. He had a few ears to pull or cut off. Henry closed his mouth; without any response, he gave him what he craved. “Let’s go home,” he said after he had gotten in the car. Harry didn’t want to say anything until he was in the comfort and safety of his house. He also craved Y/N. He wanted to see her, but he had to wait because business always came first for the family.

“Harry—”

“I SAID TAKE US HOME!” Henry then feared for his life.

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The state was on the outskirts of the city, and he preferred it like that. Even his father had opted for it when he was in charge. Of course, that had been a long time ago. It was much safer for everyone. The entire place was always patrolled by his men and cameras had been set up in every nook and cranny of the property which was why he had been so upset with Y/N earlier. Because there was no safer place.

“Lineup” he sternly dictated; he wasted no time. Harry was going to teach them a lesson in the foyer. He had no energy or patience to take them downstairs or to the other house where he usually took care of business. He lit up another cigarette, trying to ease the anger that was eating him up from the inside out. “Hope you don’t mind” he smiled sadistically, yanking a gun off one of his men. “What’s your name?”.

“Arthur, boss” He gulped heavily, trying his best not to pee on himself.

Harry Styles had a reputation. He ran London’s underworld. Men feared him and he liked it. His father and mother had been assassinated when he was only ten years old. His sister and he had been the only survivors in the family.

“Do you know how many men oversee my personal safety, Arthur?”

“N-no sir”

“Take a guess” he insisted as he finished his cigarette.

“20?” Arthur looked around trying to estimate how many men were forming the line. Harry kept walking from one extreme to the other. He observed the men that had taken an oath to protect and be loyal to him.

“Get in the fuckin’ line, Henry!” He yelled, noticing that he stood behind him. “You know how I hate to repeat myself!”

“But boss—” Harry took four strides in his direction, and suddenly he was in his face. Henry closed his eyes for a second as he felt the cold metal against his temple.

“Don’t be fooled, Henry. I don’t care if you are my second in command. I won’t hesitate to paint the walls of this FUCKIN’ house with your brains. Don’t you ever talk back to me” He threatened. Harry usually wasn’t this stern, but everything had gone to shit tonight. Hence, why he was on the brim of shooting everyone. “Get in line,” he said between his teeth.

“30, Arthur. And do you know what they were doing today while I was in my meeting?” Harry knew who Arthur was, he was also aware that Arthur’s job wasn’t to keep them safe. Harry knew most of his men. He could recognize them by their faces and their names. It was his duty to know everyone who was working under his roof.

“N-no sir”

“They were playing with their balls and cocks!” He yelled then chuckled sarcastically, outraged by their careless behavior. He needed another smoke, and so he lit one up and took a drag. “Now take a step forward if you were in charge of Y/N’s personal security” Much to Harry’s distaste no one stepped forward which only angered him more. He felt as if the blood running through his veins was bubbling. “No one is going to step up. Really?” He yelled and the estate shook. “Peter”.

The man didn’t bulge and so it seemed like Harry was going to take care of it. He grabbed him by the collar and practically dragged him in front of everyone, with his cigarette still tucked between his lips.

“Were or weren’t you in charge of Y/N’s safety?” He asked, walking down the lengthy line of men.

“Sir, the thing is that —”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION! YES, OR NO?”

“Yes,” Harry turned his back to him as he tried his best not to shoot him in the head. He reminded himself that he wasn’t the same man that had met Y/N that cold afternoon. He had changed. His serenity didn’t last long. Suddenly, he turned around and shot Peter in the leg without hesitation or any remorse.

Peter’s screams echoed through the entire house. The bullet had perforated through the skin right below the knee. Everyone in the house could hear his piercing voice. Although no one said anything, and no one did anything. They feared the man holding the gun and respected him enough not to cross him.

“Let this be a lesson for every single one of you. Y/N must always be protected. Someone must always be with her. Especially when I am not around. Her security comes first” He spat and quietly walked up to Peter, who remained on the floor, applying pressure on his wound. He tried his best not to shed a single tear, but it was extremely hard. “Peter might have gotten away with it, but the next time something like this happens. I won’t be this lenient” he threatened.

Harry kneeled before him and pressed the gun to this wound instantly causing Peter to yell in agonizing pain.

“When I ask you to do something — you do it without hesitation. You are lucky that nothing happened to Y/N. Otherwise, I would have tortured you until you begged me to end your life. Make sure this doesn’t ever happen again” He dangerously whispered to him. “Consider yourself lucky, I’m giving you another chance” He retracted with a smile. “You are dismissed” he mumbled, reaching out for the handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Harry cleaned the blood off his gun and finished his cigarette.

Harry was his most patient with her, but not when it came to her safety. Once, he had come close to losing her — incredibly close. From that day forward he promised himself that he would never allow it again. He promised himself that if it ever happened again, he would let her go and never threaten again with her safety. He would detach himself permanently from her life. Even if it pained him and even if it killed him to see her go.

“That was quick” He found her, tucked in bed, her hair up in a bun with her big, framed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She paused her show, wanting to devote her utter attention to him. “What happened downstairs?” she had heard his rough tone but hadn’t been able to make out his exact words.

“Why were you in the apartment?” he asked bluntly, without responding to her. He pulled off his blazer, setting it on the futon by the end of the bed, and then proceeded to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt.

“Because it’s our apartment and I can sleep over there if I want to?”

“What was the only condition in staying in the apartment, pup?” He stood straight, chest puffed out, arms crossed across his chest. His eyebrow raised high and pursed his lips.

“Achilles always had to be with me but Har—”

“And where is Achilles, Y/N?” Harry interrupted her, trying to prove his point.

“Getting trained” Achilles was the dog that Harry had gotten her after she had been released from the hospital. It was a Doberman and after lots of tears and arguing Y/N finally allowed him to leave for training. “So? I had a meeting with a dangerous man. A man that with the snap of his fingers could have sent someone to hurt you” He tried his best not to involve her with his business. He never gave her details or names unless she pressured him into it. “I could have easily found you murdered in the apartment. Or worst, you could have been kidnapped and tortured! When will you learn? All the security that I send with you is for your safety” the thought of losing her made him want to kill himself.

“I am sorry” she frowned, seeing the desperation and concern in his eyes. Y/N was very stubborn, and she knew that she wasn’t easy to handle. “It’s just sometimes, their presence is overbearing, and I feel like I can’t breathe with so many of them around” her head hung low, and she genuinely looked regretful — not like the other times.

Harry exhaled loudly and walked up to the side of her bed. He sat by the edge and was incredibly close to her. He got a whiff of her scent and instantly felt his muscles relax. Y/N reached out, noticing the exhaustion and the bags under his eyes. She inched closer and cupped his face with her delicate hands.

“I shot Peter in the leg” he admitted as she squished his cheeks together like she always does before kissing him.

“Harry!”

“He’ll live” he rolled his eyes, “His job is to protect you when I am not around, and he failed miserably today” Y/N pecked his lips multiple times before allowing him to kiss her deeply. “Don’t ever go” he whispered as their foreheads were pressed against each other.

“I wouldn’t. I love you”

“Loving you is easy. Deserving you is something else” he whispered back.

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yandere-fics · 2 months

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Fine, Here. Kassien with a High rank darling that became a low rank. I'm die, thank you forever.

You gave a heavy stretch before running your hands over your face. The sun was just coming up and it was time to commit to your routine. Get up, make coffee, make your basic breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes, its such a nice quiet life, though this was only a day off as you began to switch up your job. The Boss had been more than accommodating due to your talents from your past life, as well as having worked for her willingly for quite a long time. A new office job and a new ‘boss’ awaited you tomorrow, and you honestly couldn’t wait for the change, you’d have to change your jogging route to pass by the office today to get a feel for it all.

With breakfast devoured and your coffee downed, you had planned out your morning jog to and from the office. With how early it still was, the office would have to be at the end of your jog to allow the workers that would be there time to properly wake up. You stepped out of your place and into the city, stretching your limbs out before the jog. “Ah! Demon!” You looked up to see Carla, one of the bodyguards you had trained and you gave her a smile and wave, “Morning, I’m not going to be giving you any lessons any more so you can relax.” There came a heavy sigh as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her, but still obviously on high alert.

“So you’re not training others any more?” You gave her a nod as you jogged, “Switched to the office, new boss, new job, new coworkers.” You gave a smug grin as you looked over to her, “And no more me kicking your ass. Remember what I’ve taught you and you’ll live longer.” Carla was dead silent at that last part before she spoke with a shaky voice. “What exactly have you seen?.” You could only give the most sadistic laugh she had ever heard from you, your nickname of ‘The Demon’ truly showing. “Lets just say I don’t want to see The Boss giving the order for you to be shot.” She went pale, and there was a dead silence between you two.

You both sat on a park bench to rest, Carla being the first to break the silence, “You think you’ll finally find your mate at the office?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, “Carla, I’ve been basically everywhere. If I haven’t met my mate by now then I probably won’t within the next few years. But tell you what, IF I somehow actually meet my mate in the office, you get to pick my dress that I get to impress them with.” She had a smug look on her face before you spoke again, “But if I don’t, I’m going to contact your current trainer and tell them you can handle triple the current load.”

Carla looked deep in thought as if weighing the pros and cons of the deal, “You don’t have to take the deal you know. Its also not in your favour, especially if you lose.” Carla shook her head, “No, I’m accepting the bet, I can handle the increase in training. Though that reminds me, I should probably head back before it starts.” You gave a slight chuckle, waving her off as she headed back, hopefully she’d make it in time. You had to get up yourself and continue your own jog over to the office, you needed to know where you’d be working after all.

You eventually arrived and entered the building, starting with reception, “Uh, The Boss told me to hand you this.” You pulled an envelope from your pocket and handed it over, watching as the receptionist went pale when she opened it. You were given an ID badge and a floor number, to which you made your way to the floor, asking around for where you could find your new boss. The reactions from your questions showed that your new boss would be terrifying, at least to them, some seemed afraid for you even and you could only wave it all off.

When you got to Kassien’s office, you gave a knock on her door, “Enter” and obeyed without much thought, closing the door behind you. You both made eye contact with each other, staying still for a moment as you felt the bond click before you rushed to grab a chair to sit down on and groan in frustration, throwing your face in your hands. “I fucking lost the bet. My mate is my boss. I’m never going to live this down…” You felt a wing wrap around you and you looked up at your mate with a smile, now was probably a good time to explain things.

Kassien sighed as you told her about the bet you made with Carla, “I’m only buying the dress, she won’t be seeing me in it. You also can’t fault her for wanting me to find you, while she is human, she does have an understanding of our bond.” Kassien nodded slowly, “Lovely, is she a friend of yours?” You began to laugh at the question before choking on your own saliva for a moment, “No, just an old colleague who I was harsh with. And probably the only one that actually learned something from me.”

You exchanged numbers with Kassien and gave her a kiss before departing. You knew that wouldn’t be the end of her today, especially since she was your mate. You shot a text to Carla saying that she won and that she only had today to pick out the dress before you’d likely be cutting off all previous contacts. The two of you met up at a dress shop for her break and she was quick to keep her distance, never stepping within arms length,

“Alright, since this is your mate, we should be showing off your-'' She stopped herself, realising what she was about to say so you spoke for her. “Showing off arms, legs, shoulders and likely my stomach, I know how I look.” Carla gave a slow nod, carefully looking over each dress before settling on a black one, “I know you technically don’t need to play the seduction game, but its quite likely your mate will enjoy it.” She tossed you the bundled dress before moving to the exit, “Enjoy your new life Demon!” That would be that last time she’d make you smile at that nickname.

You had been constantly texting Kassien once you got your dress, even giving her your address on the way home, inviting her over for dinner. You’d be damned if you were a terrible mate, let alone a horrendous host for her, you had been careful to pull out the wine you’d been saving for a special occasion, let alone planning out the dinner and a movie. You just couldn’t help but be excited to have finally found your mate. A nice shower and some hair care absolutely wouldn’t go awry, and it probably wouldn’t hurt to smell like lavender.

With the blinds closed, the only source of light became the candles that now burned, you looked over to the stove where the food was being kept warm before stepping into your room to strip and put on the dress. You couldn’t help but smile, this dress would be for Kass’ eyes and only her eyes, you’d probably gouge out someone’s eyes if they tried to peek. There was a knock at the door and you already knew who it was, “Come in Kassien! I’m just finishing up!” You heard the door open and applied a quick dose of lavender to your neck and wrists, only stepping out of your once you heard the door close.

“You’re beautiful, Lovely.” You couldn’t help but choke on your own spit as you heard the words leave her mouth. You walked up and gave her a kiss once you had composed yourself, “Please love, take a seat at the table, dinner is ready.” You watched her linger a bit with you before moving to the table, however, you stopped when you realised that Kassien would be able to see your back. Kass had stopped before she sat down, feeling the panic and fear from the bond and turning to look at you, you knew you had to be open, there was no hiding as long as you wore this dress.

“Kass, my love, you may see things that are part of my past. I want you to know, my past before you is mostly dead, its how I got here, how I met you.” Before she could speak you strode up to her quickly, kissing her before showing off your back. Rage, anger, hate, you could feel her through the bond as she ran her fingers over the scars on your back. “The reasons for those scars are all dead, you and I both know the hell we came from and how dangerous it can be.” You felt her embrace you from behind, giving a low growl. You could only smile at how protective she was, how murderous she felt.

You watched as she sat down and you began to serve the food, “I know there is a part of you that has questions, and I’d be more than happy to answer them. Just. Not. NOW. After our intimate little time together, sure. I just want to enjoy ourselves tonight.” Kassien seemed to soften a bit at your words, looking at the food in front of her, “I didn’t know you cooked, Lovely. Its quite the meal you’ve prepared.” You perked up at that and smiled, “I’m used to cooking for myself and I really wanted to impress you tonight. No distractions, only each other, only our love”

You couldn’t handle it, the intense stare from Kassien was only making you flustered, why did you speak at all? Kassien had a smug look on her face as she ate her meal, when she asked the right questions you’d always say something you found embarrassing or were shy about, but at the same time you couldn’t bring yourself to not answer her. “You smell wonderful Lovely, what is that scent on you?” Your ears perked at the question and your mouth ran on autopilot. “Its lavender, you expressed a preference for soft flowery scents so I used a lavender perfume, shampoo and body wash before you arrived.”

You wanted to scream even more, it was probably obvious you weren’t JUST trying to impress her, one could probably mistake you for trying to bed her. Actually, that wouldn’t be - NO - you shook away that thought before it fully formed, hoping Kass didn’t notice. You just wanted to hold her, to cuddle while you two watched a movie, to call her Daddy - No no no, pure thoughts for tonight. You began to wonder exactly how much you truly needed her as you finished your plate, especially since you’d been alone for so long and never got to have something nice like this before.

You took both plates with a smile, “Love, why don’t you take a seat and I’ll come join you when I’m done.” You watched as Kass looked at something, that smug look of her never going away, “Of course Lovely, I can wait.” You turned away from her quickly, you didn’t want to know what made her smug, it’d be nothing good for your heart. You let the two plates soak in the sink and washed out the glasses before turning back to see that you only had a recliner. Shit. You’d be forced to sit in her lap, which explains that smugness so much.

You slowly edged yourself over to your recliner, seeing Kass already sat down, that smug face was likely going to stay for the rest of the night. You grabbed the large fluffy blanket that was nearby and slowly sat in her lap before covering the both of you with it. You really hope she couldn’t see how red you were in all the darkness and candlelight. As you leaned back into her you turned on the movie you had prepared, however, not even 5 minutes in, she started groping you which caused you to start squirming in her lap. “Daddy-” You threw your hands over your mouth as quickly as the word left your mouth. This night was your hell.

“Lovely, say it again for me, and remember to tell Daddy what you want.” You were going to die, Kassien was going to be your death, specifically death by embarrassment. “Please give me mercy Kassien.” Her voice was low and commanding as she spoke “Daddy. Say it again, and tell Daddy what you want.” Oh she absolutely would not show you any mercy tonight, “Daddy, why are you groping me?” Kassien nipped at your neck, making you shiver and squirm more, “You’re my mate, my Lovely, my Sweetling. Daddy should be allowed to do what she likes to you, shouldn’t she?”

Her words sunk into your brain and you really could help but be aroused, she knew everything she did would rile you up at this point. You’d likely be teased over it all constantly and - oh the thought only made you want Kassien to fuck you into the matress more once this was all over. Kassien likely wouldn’t give you what you wanted until you begged though, you were certain she wanted you to beg. You weren’t going to give in, you couldn’t give in, you had to wait until after the movie, you absolutely had to wait.

Unfortunately, your desires got the best of you as you flipped yourself around to makeout with Kass. You guessed you weren’t immune to the mating bond’s effect, you wanted to jump her bones as fast as possible and you were amazed you even held back as long as you did. You came back to your senses after a while, not knowing how long had passed to realise you were covered in hickies. Embarrassed once more you flipped around to watch the movie, Kassien just idly groping you as you relaxed back into her. “Thank you for indulging me Daddy.”

You remember nothing from the movie, your mind was much too busy with Kassien, and you knew she’d have questions now that it was over. “Daddy, can you come with me to the bedroom?” You couldn’t tell if she thought you were about to beg her to fuck you unconcious, which you were, just after your own little thing. Kassien was more than happy to play along to your whims as you dragged her to your room before sitting her down and walking to a large dusty chest. “Don’t be mad Daddy, but I really want to show you this.”

You unlocked the chest and slowly lifted the lid, showing Kass the wings inside, all 5 of your wings. “I… was a high demon. I didn’t like it so I escaped here and tore off my wings. I just wanted simplicity, I just wanted-” You were cut off as Kassien embraced you from behind, speaking in a low growl, “Daddy doesn’t care, Lovely. All Daddy wants is to take care of and provide for you, Lovely.” You slowly nodded, smiling, “Does that mean I can cook them up for you in the morning Daddy?” Your answer was you being thrown onto your bed as Kassien was on top of you, you had a long night ahead of you, and much more fun in life now.

holy crap yeah take a break, that was really good.

#my oc kassien #fan writing

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Gale BG3/ Aurora fic pt 8

Honestly one of my favourites. I love him so much, it’s a problem. (AO3 is still several parts ahead, for those that want to read more!)

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Aurora was injured - again. The most recent battle had been a difficult one, and Aurora had taken a deep wound to her thigh, a slash from a long sword so deep it had nearly hit bone. She was only lucky the one who attacked her was so quickly cut down by a well thrown ice knife in retaliation, even as she collapsed from her injury. Aurora knew it was her own fault; she had rushed in, attacking recklessly in her rage at the peace of the Last Light Inn being broken. It was supposed to be a refuge, a sanctuary, in an already desperate and diseased land. Nature was hurt enough there, without the addition of these Fist traitors making things worse. Sometimes she forgot she was a simple druid, not really a warrior at all. Aurora found out later that she and her companions had been victorious, with much help from Jaheira, but it was a hard-won victory.

It was even harder when Gale, who had been fighting off hellspawn on the other side of the Inn had discovered Aurora, bleeding profusely and collapsed unconscious on the wooden balcony. His face when she first awoke would torment her nightmares; he was as pale as if it were his own blood pooling around them, and he went between rage and terror like a pendulum. She remembered very little about the moments after, but the look on Gale’s face would never leave her. Gale couldn’t stop thinking about the moment he had found her lying there. His chest had tightened painfully and he feared he would never breathe again; if she was dead, why would he want to?

Her skin, when he reached her, was even paler than usual. Chalk white, bone white, the freckles even somehow seeming to fade. There was so much blood. It pooled around her, and it came as little surprise when he felt for her pulse that it was barely there at all. He reached into his robes scrabbling for a healing potion, his hands trembling in his terror and desperation. It felt as though his fingers were numb, and he eventually yanked the cork out of the bottle with his teeth instead. He needed her to wake up; if he tried to give her the potion in her current state she might choke on it, and what good would that do? He spoke desperately, shaking her gently as he did so.

“Aurora… my love, my sunrise, my heart, please, I need you to regain consciousness enough to swallow this. Please love, come back to me.” The sound of his hoarse voice cut through the darkness like a single, tiny, flickering flame. Her green eyes half opened, unfocused, and her lips parted. Gale’s hand shook as he held the bottle to her lips, tipping the potion slowly into her mouth, giving her time to swallow it. When the bottle was empty, Aurora’s eyes rolled back into her head and fluttered shut again. Gale looked down at the deep slash across her thigh; the potion had been some help, the wound was considerably less deep and no longer bleeding as profusely, but still very much there.

His hands sliding through the blood, Gale slipped an arm under her legs and another around her back and lifted Aurora inside, to the nearest bed he could find. He refused to speak for much of the evening, and this sudden cessation from the most loquacious member of the group showed just how upset he was. It had not taken long to heal the worst of Aurora’s wound, but even with magic it would need at least a day of proper rest.

Coming so close to losing the woman he loved had given rise to a tormenting thought for Gale. If he went through with Mystra’s orders, if he detonated the orb in his chest, the way he felt when looking at his love’s almost lifeless body would be what he would force her to feel too. Worse, there would be no hope of healing, no possibility of returning him from the brink of death. If he bowed to Mystra’s wishes, there would not even be a corpse for Aurora to bury, no remnant of him to mourn over. The idea brought tears to Gale’s eyes, even as he carefully, tenderly undressed the unconscious Aurora from her bloodstained clothing and began gently washing the worst of the blood from her skin. He tried to focus on the task in front of him, methodically wiping away the rusty stains of blood with warm water, but his mind refused to stop imagining her, Aurora, sobbing in despair, alone. Without him. Because of him. The pain in his own chest was twisting, stabbing, aching all at once at the mere thought of her being in such agony.

For the first time, he truly considered rejecting his order from Mystra. He wanted to live. Not for himself, even, but for Aurora. He wanted to take her to Waterdeep, to watch her face light with joy at the sight of the books in his library. He wanted her to meet Tara, and his mother; they would adore her as he did, he knew. He wanted to bicker with her about foolish things, like whose turn it was to make the tea, or what they should have for supper. He wanted her to be his wife, to spend eternity in mundane, delicious, glorious life with her. As Gale slipped one of his own linen undershirts over her head, being as careful as he could with her still sleeping body, he felt as if he was claiming her, fully, truly, for his own. It wasn’t a ring; not yet, just a shirt, but it was his, and now it covered her body like he had so many times already. Mystra be damned, he would live. He would do whatever it took to live.

#fanfic #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale dekarios #fluff #gale of waterdeep #bg3 tav #hurt/comfort

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perceivedregret · 9 months

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so it continues

written for @thefreakandthehair lex’s spicy six summer challenge! prompt was hurricane for a ronance centric fic. i'm super excited to be part of my first writing challenge! i hope folks enjoy this stand alone work that's set in the supernatural creatures au i've created. i was super lucky to have the prompt available to help motivate me to complete this idea that's been nagging at me for months. this fic takes place later in the timeline but works well enough on its own. feel free to explore the rest if you'd like, but for now!! have werewolf!nancy and witch!robin

tomorrow is closed (part one of two)

Nancy has this thing with the weather.

She’ll wake up naturally with the rise of the sun by the internal clock, or the damn wolfy-senses as Max likes to begrudgingly call it. Whether or not she got a good night’s rest the night before is besides the point. The habit only calls for a single peek between the blinds, doesn't require more than a squint behind bleary eyes to know what kind of day to expect.

It's become a sort of game for her. Every morning she makes a bet with herself. She tunes in to the local news and weather as she gets ready for the day, waits for weatherman Frank to confirm her guess.

And today is no different.

Nancy raps her knuckles lightly against the glass of the window as she watches the huddle of birds in the nest. She takes a moment to study the horizon where flashing lights illuminate the shadowy clouds, moments later accompanied by a distant roll of thunder.

Static cuts from the junk radio that sits haphazardly along the edge of her desk and Nancy flinches, the radio's feedback piercing. Fiddling with the knobs she turns down the volume until the hum of music no longer rings harshly in her ears, shifting the station to the local news and weather.

Finding the station is easy, has become an ingrained muscle memory as she only teeters back and forth between the one and the most tolerable music station she could find in college town.

Another display of flashing lights and she celebrates her win preemptively, the room further dimming. It comes in today , she thinks with a knowing grin, fingers sweeping deftly across her lashes and clearing away the sleep.

“Today's the day, huh?"

Nancy jumps at the sudden voice, hand to her chest as she spins towards the source. Robin's head peeks out from behind the door of the bathroom that connects their rooms, the upturned corner of her mouth covered in blue-white foam.

"Dammit, Buckley, you can't keep doing that, the whole…" Nancy motions vaguely between themselves, exasperation apparent in the movement. Somehow Robin smiles around the toothbrush. "It's not fair, this one-sided mind connect… thing ."

"D'as no’ 'ow id wo'ks 'nd– gib muh sec." Robin chokes out, free hand rushing to cup her chin as she tilts her head back. A raised pointer finger is the last thing Nancy sees before Robin disappears behind the door entirely, the sound of Robin spitting and the sink running sneaking through the gap.

Nancy rolls her eyes, the line of her mouth thinning as she tries to hide an endeared grin. She makes her way across her room, quick to comb her fingers through her hair. She knocks once before stepping inside but the door that leads to Robin’s room is shut, the bathroom empty. Nancy takes the opportunity to inspect herself in the mirror before going through her usual routine, not bothering to do too much since classes had already been canceled for the week.

She’s trying to tame the final loose strands of her hair when a loud thud comes from Robin's room, followed by low muttered curses one without superhuman hearing would miss. Nancy considers checking on her, gives up on the flyaways that are at constant war with the humidity and sets the hair clip just above the nap of her neck when Robin’s throat suddenly clears.

“No, it's okay, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just, this damn cat,” Robin mutters, followed by another succession of low ushered dammit's.

“Robin, seriously? Get out of my head!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“No you’re not,” Nancy mutters quietly around a smile, leaning into the sink to collect water in her palm. There was never any real venom behind her words, but this other game she plays demands at least a response.

Like the weather, Nancy has this thing with Robin Buckley. A back and forth, one that Nancy still doesn’t entirely understand but one she enjoys, nonetheless. But like her thing with the weather, this thing with Robin involves a game.

Nancy isn't altogether opposed to the constant intrusion that comes with the mind thing. If she’s honest with herself she finds that she rather enjoys it, delights in the fact Robin has this bit of access to her, this connection.

But if she's honest with herself on this then she'd have to further investigate why she doesn't mind. Why the constant reminder that comes in Robin’s one-sided replies sends a familiar warmth through her. A sense of longing that has itself raveled so snuggly around her it nearly smothers her.

She doesn’t have to dig too deep to know the why. The path to truth is as shallow as the empty faux-graves Hopper and the Suits had dug up for their group back in Hawkins.

Except she isn’t ready to delve into it, not after Steve or Jonathan, especially not after Barb, not yet at least. Robin is too important. After everything, the thought of ruining anything between them, most importantly their friendship, would surely kill her the way the wolf-turned-werewolf bite was meant to do all those years ago.

Instead she hides it, buries it as deep as her heart allows and hopes it's deep enough to ignore and not be uncovered, especially not by the one who is privy to her thoughts and capable of uncovering said truth.

So, Nancy has this thing with the weather and Robin Buckley. Another game, one she's determined not to lose.

Even if she's the only one playing.

Another series of thuds this time accompanied by a disgruntled yowl. Nancy eventually hears the unmistakable click of Robin’s window being unlocked and opened, followed by the scattered footsteps of the stray Robin has been so determined to save.

Satisfied with her reflection Nancy starts to make her way back to her room, now actively making an attempt to be less attuned to all things Robin and her current spout of rambling apologizes. She chances a glance outside where the growing clouds cast a shadow over the adjacent buildings, thinks she sees a white-tipped tail disappear around a corner.

Nancy has tried to befriend the grey-white Manx but her attempts to do so have proved unsuccessful. She hasn’t been able to get closer than a few feet before he’s hissing at her, the fur along his spine and tail puffing up with each spitful warning. It doesn’t help when the werewolf part of her instinctually reacts, eyes flashing a defensive yellow, the bed of her nails going numb as her claws prepare to extract.

She hopes he finds somewhere safe to hide, especially today. The cat would rather brave an incoming storm than share a space that houses four other supernatural creatures and a human witch he barely tolerates. She tries not to think about him getting caught in the coming storm.

At the sound of Robin’s door opening her heart flutters in her chest. She tries vehemently to not think about that either.

"As I was trying to say." Robin sidesteps into the room, the hinges of the door whining as she shuts it with a fuzzy-socked heel. Nancy makes an attempt to not stare as Robin leans heavily against the door.

It was a valiant two second attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

She can’t help but let her eyes wander when Robin gives her the opportunity. Robin tips her head and her hair falls forward, presenting the crown of her now nearly blonde head that has ever so slightly lightened from the constant Florida sun.

Robin's knees knock together as she sinks against the wall, seemingly trying to make herself small under Nancy’s attention. Nancy’s eyes slowly trail up Robin's exposed legs, still surprisingly pale after all these months, her gaze coming to a stop just before she reaches her face. She takes in the oversized shirt that nearly drowns her frame, one she safely assumes belongs to Argyle for its bright colors and assortment of oddly shaped leaves.

When Nancy’s gaze does finally reach the other girl’s face, she feels her own cheeks flame pink. She doesn't need to be able to read Robin's mind to know she's been made.

Instead of calling her out on it Robin’s smirk shifts, her nose scrunching and her hands coming up defensively in front of her chest. "We've been over this, the mind thing–"

There’s a hint of nerves behind her words. Why?

"–that's not how it works, Nance. If–"

She didn’t notice, how did she– no, don’t. Stop, don’t think. Don’t think .

Robin's eyes narrow as her mouth snaps shut. Before she can start again Nancy cuts her (and herself) off with a dismissive wave and what she hopes is a reassuring smile, begs her voice to not come out as tightly as her chest feels.

"I know, you don't have to say it." Nancy directs her attention towards her desk, eyes darting over the mess of her recent project that clutters the surface. "I think of you, I end up in your head, and it makes you think of me. 'If we're both thinking about each other hard enough, we meld ,' or whatever the hell you and Steve used to call it."

“Yes, exactly! Except… no, no, not really. Me and him, that's a little different.” Robin sucks air between her teeth and Nancy looks over her shoulder, watches Robin’s head tilt left and right in consideration. “It’s just a little bit different, we–”

"I know . You two have a back and forth, we don’t. Regardless, it doesn't mean I'm used to you having access to my thoughts."

Cheater she thinks, and this time tries to think it as loudly as she can. She spares a final glance over her shoulder if only to glare teasingly before focusing on opening the lockbox that conceals her gun. A strong gust slaps against her window, the quick flash of lightning making the double action revolver she holds in her hand shine.

A mock offended gasp followed by an incredulously low muttered "I don't cheat, " from behind just barely pulls Nancy's attention. Nancy tries to suppress a chuckle as nimble fingers run over the cold metal, trigger finger aligned with the barrel.

Thumbing the release, she flicks the cylinder out of the frame to inspect the circle of wooden bullets in the chamber. Blowing air through the exposed rear of the barrel, she picks away the splinters of wood that litter the opening.

They're still not as good as Argyle's. Dammit, how does he make them so perfect, I don't– Nancy bites her tongue, uses the sting to try to rein in her thoughts again as she continues to inspect the revolver and the bullets inside.

"Ever the sore loser, Wheeler," Robin sighs as she leans back against the door, still across the room.

"Shut up, no I'm not. Besides, this is different."

"Different how? You against the weather, you against Fred and the school paper–" Nancy winces with a silent rest in peace “–now you against Henry. Well, I guess it's now you against Argyle against Henry.”

"The difference is that this is actually important. If we're ever going to take down Henry and his hounds I need to get just as good, if not better at this. The wrong sigil or the wrong shape and weight of the bullet is life and death, and death is not an option. I need to get this right."

Robin whistles low. Nancy can picture the scrunch of her nose without having to look back. "Okay, yeah, you're right. That– it's different."

I'm always right, cheater, Nancy thinks with a smirk, knows not to speak or else expose her amusement.

"Except I don't cheat, so you're not actually always right. But, honestly, this weather game you've got going on… I don't know Nance, this one feels a little teeny-tiny bit like cheating. The weather man's been talking about this storm all week."

"No! I mean, yes, technically he has, but they're still not sure if it’s going to hit us as a tropical storm or a hurricane. I obviously don’t want it to be anything more than a storm, but my bet is hurricane.

"It's been light showers and tropical storm force winds all week, but today is the day. They’re going to announce it picked up over the Atlantic, you watch. Florida weather is already so unpredictable and–"

As if on queue the emergency alarm system blares through the speakers of her radio and Nancy nearly jumps out of her skin, making Robin cackle.

"Shut up. You know my hearing is different from yours," Nancy mutters around her own fit of giggles, lowering the volume as Frank's static voice cuts through. He announces fervently the list of counties that are under tropical storm advisories, including theirs, urging everyone to begin any last minute prep for the fast approaching storm if they haven't already.

"Tropical storm? What- I was so sure it was going to upgrade overnight. I mean, obviously I’m not saying I want a category five or anything, but not even a CAT one?” Nancy mutters with a pout, turning the volume down to a low buzz.

“I know it’s not the Once in a Lifetime Hurricane you were expecting, but a storm is coming in today. As your unofficial ref, I say you won today’s bet.”

“Yeah okay,” Nancy says with a self-deprecating roll of her eyes, the corners of her mouth slipping into a sheepish grin. It's dumb, I know.

"Nothing you do is dumb, Wheeler," Robin says quietly around a chuckle, her hands rising preemptively in apology. But, Nancy doesn't comment on it, can't bring herself to act peeved at the intrusion, instead allows herself a genuine smile.

Nancy’s amusement is only short lived. She redirects her attention towards the gun still in her hand, knocking the wooden bullets out of the extractor and onto her desk where she rolls one of the crudely carved bullets underneath her fingers, unimpressed by her own work.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the room, this time the accompanying crash of thunder following sooner than it had before. With a resigned sigh Nancy reaches out to change the station, today’s bet against the weather officially over.

Dreams starts sifting through the speakers and Nancy tenses, looks over in time to catch the look that masks Robin's face the moment the song registers. Her fingers are immediately back on the dial.

"It’s okay. You don't have to change it, it's fine," Robin says, voice soft.

Nancy hesitates. "Are you sure? I don’t mind changing it."

"No… I mean, yeah? Shit." Robin mutters. After a moment that feels like an eternity passes her eyes slip shut, a pained wince shadowing her features as Stevie Nick's floaty vocals carry their way around the room.

Nancy's fingers twitch, itching to reach out and turn the radio off all together. Instead she waits, barely flinching at the crack of thunder that seems to shake the entire complex. Robin exhales a shaky breath with another low muttered curse. Eventually she nods, opens her eyes as the instrumental breaks and her gaze immediately locks on Nancy.

Nancy watches as the harsh lines between her brows melt away with the slow guitar bridge, Nancy’s own heartbeat moving with the faster drum beat. Robin takes a shallow breath, steadier, and she clears her throat.

"Honestly, I’ve kinda missed this. It used to drive me absolutely bonkers trying to understand how two complete flower children like my parents could have ended up stranded in a town like Hawkins. I used to dream of life after seventeen, ya know... Bella Donna promised a life of adventure.

"But then I turned seventeen and our lives went to shit... What I’d give to come home and find my mom in the middle of our living room, stoned, dancing to Fleetwood Mac."

Robin sniffs quietly with a quick succession of teary blinks that makes Nancy’s own heart ache as she thinks of her own family back home. She wants to take the steps that will carry her across the room, wants to take Robin's hands in her own, help carry the pain that's all too familiar, to hold her.

She doesn't. She musters up what she hopes is an encouraging smile. Robin grins back, line of her mouth tight before she resigns herself to looking out the window. Nancy takes it with a quick swipe to her nose before she turns back to her desk.

They remain silent for a while.

Nancy goes over the carvings, jotting down notes for later. The only noise that fills the space is the music from the radio, her pen scratching along the paper, and the occasional clank as she snaps the barrel of the revolver in and out of the frame.

They remain content in the quiet as the chorus of thunder continues to crack in the distance.

After some time Nancy turns her head to prop her chin onto her own shoulder. In the safety of shadowed light, she allows herself to look.

Robin is looking out the window, watching the angry dark clouds continue to creep in across the sky. The coming storm casts shadows and light across her face. If Nancy focuses hard enough she can almost see the reflection of it in her eyes.

Heavy rain starts to fall and the room darkens even further, heat from the little bit of sun the day had to offer slowly dissipating. The wind howls and Nancy can only just hear the birds in their nest, their silent chirps nearly hidden behind the sound of the wind as the tree that houses their nest trembles.

"I'm not cheating, by the way."

Nancy speaks suddenly, her voice soft. Robin turns to look at her. When her brows pull together and her lips pout in question Nancy has to look away. She focuses on Robin's hands, her fingers interlocked and laid against her stomach.

Nancy chokes on a swallow, attempts to hide it with a cough as she turns back to her desk. “Today, the storm. I'm using context clues, taking the hints nature has to offer. It’s Journalism 101. ‘Don’t just ask if it’s raining; go look .’

"You, though, hearing my thoughts with all your witchy magic? That's definitely cheating."

"Fair point,” Robin murmurs with a chuckle. "In my defense, Wheeler, if you don't want me to have access to your thoughts, have you considered…"

Nancy hums when Robin doesn't continue, half focused on cleaning up the mess of her desk. She shuffles note cards of the sigils she's been learning and stacks them neatly atop a book of supernatural studies.

She continues to skim the titles of cut out newspaper articles she's been using to track Henry and his pack as she waits. After no response she shoves them unceremoniously below the pile of neatly handwritten pages dotted with information she's picked up about the hybrids from Argyle.

She's inspecting the edge of her blade when she hums again. A nudge. The other part of her, the most demanding part, is still waiting, reverted to being completely attuned to all things Robin Buckley. She tampers the fluttering in her chest, or at least she tries to as she sets down the dagger and unearths a random article, tries to settle her nerves and focus on the words on the page.

The door creaks as Robin finally pulls herself away from it and Nancy’s stomach swoops as the energy shifts inside the room, mirroring to the torrent that plays outside.

She can hear the pop as Robin pulls on her fingers, the way she shakes her hand out. Robin spins the ring on her thumb as she makes her way across the room with a ghost of a smile on her lips, one Nancy knows is there without having to look back.

Another passing moment and Nancy clears her throat. Have I considered what? She thinks, doesn't trust her voice to not give her away.

"Have you, Nancy Wheeler, considered…" Robin's voice is low, scratchy, and it sends a shiver down Nancy's spine. The articles crinkle in her hands as she makes a desperate physical grab for control of her nerves.

The lights flicker and Nancy shudders. Nancy inhales deeply as Robin approaches from behind. She closes her eyes, sinks into the familiar scent and warmth that washes over.

"Have you considered not thinking about me?" Robin's voice is barely a whisper.

Nancy nods, perfect brows pulling together with a dazed shake of her head because- "Of course I have."

"So, why don't you?"

I can't.

"Why not?"

Because I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you.

part two soon!

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #ronance #ronance fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #it's a hurricane of emotions is what it is #god im so excited to break them soon <3 (im lying im actually dreading it)#supernatural creatures au #3.4k words #my*stuff

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smurphyse · 2 years

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In The Public Eye

Masterlist

Part 12 of Room 405

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3279

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Spencer getting angry, phone sex, awkwardness, angst

Summary: The Reader and Spencer talk on the phone after his case about what they're going to do next week. They run into one another at JJ's and the Reader's kids soccer game o.O

Don't hate JJ with this chapter... she's being protective and doesn't know the situation yet

The case that called Spencer away from you was over two hours after he arrived back in DC.

It pissed him off, to say the least, that local police didn't take care of it like they easily could have, and deprived him of a full day with you.

It was probably good in the long run, though. He'd tried to hold himself back longer before waking you up with his thrusts earlier, and those three little words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

And in your sleep, you'd said it back.

For a moment he'd been so taken aback, he was sure you'd awoken, his heart exploding in his chest as he never thought he'd hear you say it. But you had still been asleep, probably not even thinking you were talking to anyone let alone him.

His control snapped after that, and all he could think about was showing you how he felt, because he wasn't brave enough to say it again. Not yet

Even if he never heard it again, Spencer would spend the rest of his life thinking about the way you'd said it, I love you, emphasis on the you.

Spencer trudged up the stairs to his apartment, balancing his takeout in one arm while he fished his keys out of his pocket with the other. As he stepped in the door he tripped over the threshold he'd stepped over hundreds of thousands of times in the almost twenty years he'd lived there and spilled his precious food all over the floor.

He harshly tossed his bags over the edge of the couch, his bad mood only increasing. His forehead throbbed angrily from pinching his brows together all afternoon as he went about cleaning up his mess.

When he was done he shoved his bags onto the floor and plopped down on the couch. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Spencer cradled his aching head in his hands and sighed.

The days spent at work were getting longer, draining him with each hour spent looking at crime scene photos and casefiles. He was almost forty years old, and each case made him feel another year older.

He had vacation time coming up, and after prison Emily made sure each of the team took the full two weeks whether they wanted to or not. They all deserved their breaks, and the years being dragged from time off had been left in the past after he was released from Milburn.

He was looking forward to it, but he still had no idea what exactly he wanted to do. He'd taken his mother to Paris the last few years, but she wasn't feeling well lately, so that was out of the question.

He didn't really want to spend it alone, or far away from you. Things were going so well and Spencer longed for your company. It was six weeks away…

Maybe he'd ask you to go somewhere with him, even if just for a few nights.

As he began to feel better thinking about you, as if on cue, his phone rang. Expecting another case, Spencer groaned and held the phone to his ear without looking at the caller ID.

"What?" he snapped, and was confronted with your laughter.

"Oof, cranky pants," you giggled, and he perked up immediately. "Maybe you should've taken a nap with me instead of fondling me in my sleep."

Spencer chuckled, but he was unable to hide his exhaustion, "I'm sorry, I was expecting someone else."

"Your side piece frustrates you that much?" you teased.

"If you think I have the energy to please anyone besides you, you're crazy."

"Yeah, you do sound tired," you said quietly. "I wanted to check on you. You seemed upset after you got that call."

"I'm okay," was all Spencer could say. He didn't really want to talk about it, not when talking to you made him forget about his worries.

"Okay…" you drawled, "just making sure, because if you want to talk about it we can. Otherwise, I wanted to go over some logistics for our date next week."

Spencer's brows raised, his cock already threatening to stiffen in his pants. If you were making plans, then you two were about to have a good night next week.

"Oh, I wanna talk logistics," Spencer said excitedly. "What have you got planned, dirty girl?"

You laughed on the other end of line, and he knew you were probably playing with your hair with that coy look on your face.

"I want to try something new, because I trust you and we've talked about it before."

"I trust you," he said, and he meant it. I love you is what he thought, and for him your trust was just as good, if not better, to hear. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Well…" you started, and you told him of your plans.

Afterwards, you two talked for a long time, ending in a glorious round of phone sex that left Spencer wrecked and ruined on his couch.

He stayed on the line afterwards, listening to your breathing and whispering praises in your ear. He didn't hang up, even when you fell asleep, just bathed in the sounds of your sleeping sighs and thinking about how he was going to make next Friday even more special than you'd planned it to be.

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Somehow, JJ convinced Spencer to roll out of bed at 5:30 in the morning on a Sunday. After spending the night listening to you snore quietly and drifting off to the sound, he was less than enthused to wake up to her pounding on his door. At least she brought him coffee.

He’d completely forgotten he agreed to go to Henry’s soccer game, and now he found himself sitting in a drooping lawn chair and nursing his coffee while little children screamed and ran around him. He was doing his best to stay awake and alert for Henry, but you’d kept him up late and he was already working on minimal sleep.

JJ insisted sitting between two fields was the best way to enjoy the experience, and because Spencer himself had never played soccer, nor did he want to, he let her have this. He was sipping his coffee and watching Henry play while Michael sat on his lap when JJ pointed up the field.

"That woman is playing soccer with her kid while wearing six inch espadrilles," she said in awe, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees to watch. "That's commitment, that's badass."

Spencer looked up to see where she was pointing, and his chest swelled with nerves. Jogging their way, he watched with his jaw dropped as he spotted you, wearing said heels.

Silver hoops danced in your ears while you chased a little girl in a pair of tight jeans and a white long sleeve bodysuit. His brain quickly concluded it was to hide the many bruises he'd given you Friday night. You wore little makeup despite the ‘glam’ outfit as Garcia would have called it, grinning and yelling happily after your daughter.

"Poppy!" you called, "Slow down!"

You didn't notice him or JJ leering at you, easily catching up to Poppy and scooping her up in your arms. She squealed as you lifted her up and blew a raspberry into her belly, her little pigtails bouncing about her head. It seemed to be your go-to silly move, and Spencer’s pride swelled inside him knowing you’d done that to him as well.

The soccer ball still rolled, and just before it passed him, Spencer's foot shot out without his permission and stopped it. His gaze shot back over to you, and your eyes latched onto his as you stopped dead in your tracks.

You both watched one another nervously while you set Poppy on your hip. She was beautiful and looked just like you, but her golden hair didn't match yours, and he knew that meant she probably got it from your husband.

At the thought, his gaze flicked to your left ring finger, and sure enough another man's diamond rested around it, glittering in the morning sun and letting him know once more that you weren’t completely his.

"I love your shoes!" JJ said as you hesitantly approached. You looked down at your heels, almost as if you weren't sure what you were wearing, then looked between JJ, him, and Michael on his lap.

"Uh, thanks, DSW is a godsend," you chuckled awkwardly. "I thought you, uhm, didn't have kids?"

JJ's face scrunched up in confusion, and she looked over at Spencer. He dragged a hand roughly across the back of his neck and stood, mirroring your stance as he maneuvered Michael on his own hip.

Spencer prided himself in how close he was to JJ's sons, and their comfortability with him, so when Michael wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder, Spencer smiled softly at you and cradled him close.

"My godsons," he said, and waved a hand at the field to his right. "Henry's playing out there, number 5, and this is Michael."

You nodded, smiling back, and as awkward as this was, he felt a little better about running into you in a place like this. You pointed out to the opposite field.

"My girls Ivy and Willow are out there with the younger kids, numbers 10 and 18. This is Poppy."

JJ stood and reached a hand out to you, and you took it easily, just like you had a few nights before when you met Rossi and Garcia. Poppy rested her head on your shoulder, looking bored and tired now that you weren't chasing her around in her little pink tutu and matching shirt.

"I'm JJ, by the way. Spencer’s manners are missing today," she said as she pulled away, flashing him a playful grin. She raised her eyebrows and nodded over at you, seemingly surprised that he even knew a woman outside of her introducing him to one.

"Y/N," you laughed quietly, “I noticed he gets cranky sometimes.”

"How do you two know each other again?" JJ made another face at Spencer, and he rolled his eyes before he could help himself.

"I didn't say," he grumbled.

"Wait," JJ giggled excitedly, nearly bouncing on her toes as she looked between you and him. "Are you polaroid girl? Garcia told me she met you at the door of the restaurant! If only Will and I had been on time."

"Oh, is that my name now?" you chuckled, your cheeks turning red. Your eyes met his as if to say, the ball's in your court.

"Yes, yes," Spencer snapped, never much for being the butt end of the stick when it came to the team's jokes. "but she probably prefers her actual name."

JJ clocked your wedding ring, too. Spencer knew she had, as her brows scrunched together and she shot him a disappointed look.

JJ was about to reply when two little girls pushed between them, their ponytails bouncing behind as they kicked up dirt with their cleats. They ran right for you, wrapping their arms around your legs tightly.

"Did you see?" one of them asked. "I scored two goals!"

"I blocked way more than that!" the other one said, pushing at her sister.

They looked exactly the same as they shoved at one another, exactly like you. You sighed and put Poppy down, then pushed your arms between them and split them apart.

Poppy clung to your waistband as you kneeled and watched with wide eyes, obviously uncomfortable with her sisters fighting and these strange adults watching them.

"Willow, I saw your goals, you did great," you told the one to the left. You gave her a kiss on her forehead, then turned to the other. "Ivy, I saw your blocks. You did a wonderful job."

You flashed him and JJ an apologetic smile as the two started arguing again. You began to mediate, trying your best to get them to stop whacking at one another.

Poppy sat down in the grass next to you with a huff, and Spencer found he couldn't help himself after handing Michael off to a grinning JJ. He kneeled down in front of her and gave her the same funny look he'd give to Michael and Henry before doing a trick.

Reaching into his pocket, Spencer palmed a quarter. He cocked his head at Poppy and smiled. She smiled shyly back, looking just like you as she did, so he said, "I think you've got something behind your ear."

You turned and watched hesitantly, as did the other girls as they ceased their squabbling. Kids loved magic, so he put on his best show for your kids, for you

He made a face, not wanting to overstep and ruin his relationship with you, but he loved kids. He wanted to make yours smile.

Your brows furrowed together, but the amusement was clear in your eyes. You nodded, so he looked back to Poppy, into her eyes that matched yours perfectly.

She frowned and reached behind her head, "Is it a bug?"

"No," Spencer chuckled, and he put out his hand and reached just behind her ear with the coin between his fingers so she couldn't see it, making sure to brush behind it like he did to the boys.

Hoping this delighted her instead of scaring her, which had happened before, Spencer pulled the quarter from behind her ear. He made a surprised face and showed it to her.

Poppy, Willow, and Ivy's jaws all dropped, and suddenly Spencer found himself surrounded by giggling little girls.

"Oh wow!" Poppy exclaimed, clapping happily. Spencer's chest turned to liquid warmth and joy as she turned to you and asked, "Can I keep it?"

"Of course you can, baby," you laughed, and when you looked at him he knew. From the spark behind your eyes, to the soft smile on your face, you loved him just like he loved you.

Poppy took the quarter from his palm with her little hand, proudly showing it to you. She clambered onto your lap and you pulled her back onto your hip, brushing back her hair and kissing her nose like you often did to him.

"Do I have any behind my ears?" one of the twins asked, Spencer couldn't tell which was which.

"What about me?" the other one insisted.

"Oh lemme see," Spencer said playfully.

He moved between the two girls and pretended to inspect the side of their heads. They both pulled their ears forward so he could see, and he pulled two more quarters out of his pocket before he reached out and did the same to them as he did to Poppy.

He held out both fists and held them out for the girls, who waited in excited anticipation. He opened his palms to reveal two more coins.

"Mommy look!" one of them said, and they both quickly snatched the coins to show to you.

"Wow," you marveled, taking the time to look at both coins individually so they both felt seen. "What do you say?"

"Thank you!" they both giggled in unison.

When you and Spencer stood, you still watched one another nervously, as if you were seeing which one was going to run away screaming from this brand new, heavy relationship. He was about to say something when JJ spoke first.

"Three kids is a lot. I want more but two have already been a handful. My husband keeps telling me two is enough."

You smiled shyly, your thumb twisting your wedding band and you knew JJ had noticed it too. "I actually have five. My… their dad took the other two to my oldest's track meet today."

"Sounds like you and your husband are busy with all those kids," JJ said, only a little defensively. Spencer shot her an annoyed look. He knew she was being protective and he was about to get an earful, but he didn't want her to be like that in front of you or your children.

"We are," you said firmly. Fire ignited behind your eyes, a fierce protective spirit that he both admired and was frightened of. He knew you were not only defending your kids, but your husband too, and he couldn't fault you for that… but he hoped you didn't fault him for JJs implications.

You sniffled and pushed back your hair with one hand, the other tightening its hold on little Poppy, "We actually have to go meet them now that the game's over. Girls, go get your stuff."

Willow and Ivy ran off down the field for their bags, and you followed with Poppy. As you walked away without a backward glance, Spencer snapped at JJ

"Seriously? What is your problem?"

JJ gave him a hard look, "A married woman, Spence? Really? They have five kids!"

"It's not what you think, and it's none of your business," he growled. Ignoring the hurt on her face, Spencer turned and hustled to catch up with you.

He called your name as he approached, and you slowed so he could get in front of you. Your eyes brimmed with controlled tears, your little jaw set as you watched him.

"I'm sorry-," he started, but you interrupted him.

"We'll talk later, okay?" you begged quietly, clutching Poppy tightly to your chest. "I have to go, and I… I just can't talk about this right now."

Spencer deflated completely, at a loss and not knowing what to do, what to say. He nodded, and you moved to walk past him, away from him.

Your hand reached out, brushing your knuckles with his, and he turned to watch you walk away. First, like always.

"It's okay," you murmured, pressing the back of your hand to his for a lightning fast moment, "I'll call you tonight."

That made him feel better, but still he watched sadly as you loaded your kids into your minivan and drove away. You waved his way before turning out of the parking lot, and he gave a feeble wave back.

Meeting a few of your kids was the highlight of his week. They were sweet and energetic and reminded him so much of you… they were perfect, just like you.

He especially liked Poppy and her shy smile. He wondered idly if you had dressed her in that pink tutu or if she'd chosen it herself. He supposed it was probably a bit of both.

His chest ached with the realization that you hadn't actually introduced him to them, but you probably had your reasons. This had been unexpected, to say the least, and he knew you to be fiercely protective of your private life, especially your kids.

Spencer wasn't upset about it. A part of him was actually excited. Despite JJ sticking her nose where it didn't belong, like her and the team always did, this impromptu meeting had gone pretty well in his mind.

He wondered if they'd liked him too. They were little, so they probably wouldn't think of him again, but Spencer hoped with everything he had that if he met them again they would smile again at him like they had at his trick.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer walked back to JJ and Michael for the beratement that was sure to come. He even smiled as he walked up to them, because it didn't matter what JJ said.

In your sleep you told him you loved him, and now Spencer knew in his heart that you meant it.

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Notes: What do you think they're going to do next week? How do you think reader feels about Spencer meeting a few of her kids?

Next chapter we're delving back into the plot!! :)

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goonerjoon · 2 years

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Hello! Can you write a new yandere baek x pregnant reader? Let Baekhyun be soft sometimes and take care of s/o and the baby. I dream that he love her belly. 🥺 Angst + a little fluff things please!

yes, here you go!! I don't know if the angst is really angst cause idk I got caught up in the fluff lol 😳 like the whole thing is fluff w a lil bit of nsfw. but this id say is set between the first n second installment so reader isn't pregnant with their next baby yet, this is just the tidbits in the middle before and after they have the baby. i envision this is how baekhyun acts when reader stays in line and doesn't do anything they arent supposed to.

a sleeping blue secret

Baekhyun wrapped his arms around you from behind as you rocked the baby, they looked up at you with wide eyes and a pretty smile on their face. He looked over your shoulder wagging his finger at your child as they started to giggle uncontrollably. You turned your head pressing a light kiss to his cheek getting his attention, he pulled you closer to him as he spun you around before taking your face in his hands kissing you softly.

Before you had had the baby Baekhyun spoiled you rotten he still did but even more so. His hands had always been somewhere on your stomach rubbing at the stretch marks along your sides, making sure to kiss your belly button before bed. When he'd get home from work he'd rest his head on your belly waiting for the baby to kick, it didn't always happen but when it did any stress from the day would wash right off him. He'd bathe you to his lips running across the whole expanse of your body, gentle in all the ways that first made you fall for him. After you'd get out of the bath he'd rub lotion all over you making jokes about how you looked like a lubed-up seal, he always knew how to make you laugh, how to make all of your worries wash away.

In bed, he'd bite at your toes teasing you, slowly he'd make his way up your body reaching your core where you were how and wet. He'd take his time licking and sucking anywhere his tongue could reach until you'd beg for him to get on with it. Always he'd say just how demanding you are before going down on you with the ferocity of a man starved. His tongue besides his cock was your favorite part of him he could make you come faster than you ever could alone or with someone else. Baekhyun wouldn't even fuck you after you came for him he knew just how much it wrung out of you so he'd let you fall asleep pressing open-mouthed kisses to your thighs and tummy, but every morning without fail you'd wake up with him already inside of you.

Times had been good but after you had the baby you had started to feel insecure. Baekhyun started to pick up all of the hours he had missed before at work and it hadn't helped how you already felt about yourself. Eventually, it had all come to a head a month after your child has been born. You'd accused him of cheating on you, screaming at him until the baby had woken up crying, the noise too much for them. He had rushed to the baby immediately to soothe them but you had stepped in his path pushing him away, then you had then ran to the bedroom barricading you and the child in. He'd begged you to open the door but you hadn't listened, you thought he had been lying to you when you were most vulnerable. You weren't beautiful like he wanted anymore, too chubby, too hairy, too dirty and tainted not smooth and young like before.

For two days you had been locked in the room and every day without fail Baekhyun would make breakfast, put lunch in the fridge, and dinner when he got home. You only left the room when he wasn't home but blocking yourself off from him had only made it worse for you. When you finally left the room he'd broken down instantly reaching for the baby, he'd cradled them in his arms cooing at them telling them just how much he had missed them. You had instantly felt bad knowing just how much he cared for you and his child, of course, you were punished but after he reassured you that he loved you no matter how you looked, even if you stopped shaving forever or you got chubbier, he didn't care as long as he had you and the baby. Baekhyun had then laid between your legs kissing your stomach, telling you whether or not there was a baby in you you would always be his favorite, his number one, and always his utmost priority.

These moments were your favorite even despite the hardships you both had faced because it proved to you just how much Baekhyun loved and cared for you two. How if you decided you wanted even more children he'd take care of you all making you all feel loved.

Even now as you watched him lean down kissing the baby on their little head, tufts of hair tickling his nose you knew he did everything for a reason. Did it all just for you, just so you'd be completely safe and didn't have to worry about a single thing. The people around you had only wanted to hurt you and if you had stayed they would've taken the baby without a doubt but with Baekhyun he let you keep everything you wanted shielding you away from the world, away from harm.

Baekhyun was your world just as you were his and your child's, that's what made you love him because he was your knight just as much as you were his princess.

#baekhyun #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo #baekhyun smut #yandere baekhyun #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #smut #drabble #exo smut #tw kidnapping #yandere #baekhyun fanfic #x reader #exo fluff

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dear-diary-mood-apathetic · 36 minutes

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brb im fucking bawling

life story/rambling under cut

I've been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting lately. A lot of revisiting things Id have been much happier to leave in the past.

I always hated hearing how one day it would get better. Because I knew that it wouldnt be that easy. I knew I wouldnt just wake up one day and feel fine. And I think more than anything, I was scared that being okay meant losing the most integral part of my child/teen self: my rage.

I was an emotional kid growing up. I'd cry at everything and anything and all I ever wanted was for everyone to be happy. It was a burden I undertook personally at far too young of an age. Be it the eggshells I took my first steps on or the guilt I'd never let go of simply for the inconvenience of being born a baby. I saw things a child shouldnt have to see and handled emotions and situations far too grown up for a second grader. When I started to understand this, thats when I started to get angry.

I knew that the way I was treated wasnt okay, and by the time I would turn ten I'd gotten violent. I escaped into the comfort of horror media and would often find myself locked away in my dark bedroom on my phone for hours at a time scouring the corners of the internet for the next disturbing thing I could find. But I was just a kid. And that would send me down a multi-year psychotic episode that left me feeling isolated and terrified. And even more angry. I started getting into fights whenever the opportunity arose outside of the house. I wasnt even in middle school yet, but I was filled with blind, white hot rage already.

Once I made it to middle school though, some of the anger had festered into a chronic depression that felt like emotional rot. I developed a lot of awful habits and worsened a few Id picked up prior. I hurt a lot of people in my spiral downward and I still regret many of those things to this day. I was hurting and determined to make other people hurt too. But it only felt fair to me at the time; if I have to go home to my dads cruelty every single day, what did it matter who I hurt? They were supposed to feel bad for me.

It wouldn't be until about 2020 that things started to finally look up. I got my first job against my dads will, and this would be the decision that changed my entire life. I finally started to understand that I wasn't bound by my dads judgement. I met the people who would let me move into their apartment after a shitty roommate situation. And most importantly I met my boyfriend.

I went through a few relationships and there were a few roadblocks before it finally worked out for us to get together. Including my dads impulse choice to move himself, me, and my pregnant stepmother to South Carolina with no actual shelter built except a camper for them and a tent for me in July of '22. But after being friends for about a year and a half, we finally started dating in August. That November, he and one of our then mutual friends made an 8+ hour drive to pick me up on my eighteenth birthday. I turned 18 on November 6th and they started driving on the fifth. If it werent for them I'd still be stuck in South Carolina!

I really think I have my boyfriend to thank for who I am today. When we met I was sixteen and didnt plan on making it to eighteen. I dont think I wouldve without him. Hes been the most supportive and patient person as I've worked to heal a lot of wounds he didn't cause. Ive only been able to do the reflection and self help I needed because of him. I've been allowing myself to let go of the anger Ive defined myself with for so long and its scary. But I think Im going to like the gentler version of myself. The version he deserves.

Because for once in my life I feel like I'm safe. The eggshells are gone. A quiet house doesn't mean tension and a loud one no longer means violence. I can breathe and rest for the first time in a long time. I slept with an eye open for a while, but I think its finally safe to close them both.

#vent post #kind of #not in a bad way #boyfriend posting

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obscurecharactershowdown · 10 months

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Round 5

[image ID: the first image is of Turnip, a teal mouse. it looks like they're wearing little shorts. the second image is of Granger, a girl with green eyes and short, wavy or curly black hair. in her hair is a red hat or ribbon. she's wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue overalls, and a green coat. end ID]

Turnip

Little guy!!! Littlest dude!! Best mouse in the world. They’re so scared of the dark and nervous about messing things up but they do their best!! They go through the dark tunnel to meet you and deliver an important message!! And while they may have gotten lost on the way back, you’re able to help and together you escape! (Also canonically they sent a birthday card like months too late and also got lost going from the donut shop to their house which is like two blocks) luv them my favorite little guy <3

Granger

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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#id be properly tagging himeola in these btw but tumblr says no i wont be doing that #obscurecharactershowdown #obscure poll #round 5 #turnip chicory #chicory a colorful tale #granger neverhome #neverhome

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 2 years

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HEY! I LOVE YOUR WORK ITS REALLY COOL AND GOOD- sorry for all caps-i saw your work for the MC mortality thing, and i was wondering if you could do something where MC died and the demon bros are sad(stay with me here) but MC comes back like thousands of years later as a demon or angel to the devildom to see their demon bf :D id feel like it be really cute and floofy.

MC comes back as a demon one day

related to my other fics on MC’s death

Lucifer

When he sees a face like yours around rad, he feels an overwhelming rush of emotions

he thinks back to Lilith then to you

tears glisten in his crimson eyes as he sees you advance towards him

he looks down to avoid your gaze, when you were human you never thought you would see the day his head bowed to a stranger

when your voice rings out, telling him it’s you and your back he can’t help the tears falling as he wraps arms around you

then he looks up and takes in your new appearance

the stunning horns and fluttering wings look amazing, as you did before

he missed you so much, time to make up for lost time

Mammon

Mammon still struggles with socialising after your death

he hasn’t fallen in love again, despite his countless fans

when lucifer tells him you returned as a demon, he can’t hold in the shriek of excitement as he bolts down the stairs

you look shocked as he pushes asmo out of the way, and pulls you into a tight hug

tears wet your clothes as he caressed your back

then he feels your wings, soft and feathery

he strokes them and looks at your eyes, they seem wet too and he sees two twirling horns protruding from your forehead

he takes you on a date

he might love you more than before

Leviathan

He struggled to be social before and now it’s worse

he missed his Henry and cried almost every night, even a thousand years later

He hears his door freak open, even without the password

he emerges in a rage

to see you, with antler looking horns and a barbed tail

you cuddle that night, he takes in your new features, and feels the warmth he had lost seep back in

satan

He is overjoyed when he sees you at RAD

He will immediately speak to you

and gladly accepts when you throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck

he notices the small horns from your forehead and a thin tail like his own

he strokes his hand over you head and proclaims that he still loves you

he will work to make the relationship same as before

asmodeus

Asmo cries, knowing his best friend is back

he compliments the way you look through tears, saying you look just as stunning as when you passed

he sniffs and refuses to let you go for hours

he will have a self care week and catch up

jt feels to him like you’ve never been gone

his light is back

his true love

the only one who’s beauty rivals his own

Beelzebub

Beel is in his room, when he hears the door creak open and sees you carrying his favourite snack to him

You sit beside him

he swallows and begins to stutter and wonders how you are back

hes certainly not complaining

you kiss him

he holds you close, inhaling your scent

he feels a bit more full than he did before

Belphegor

He understood how his brothers felt when you died

he had nightmares about you almost every night

He wants you to sleep beside him again

then he sees you in his dreams, and you tell him your back and outside

in his sleep he walks outside and wakes fully as he feels your hands around him

he presses a kiss to your collarbone and tells you your new form is handsome on you

he sleeps the rest of the night you fitted against him

Diavolo

He still slacked in his paperwork even a millennium later

he wanted your motivation

so when he hears the heavy oak door swing open he assumes it’s barbatos coming to chastise him

but when he hears your voice echo in the room he looks up in disbelief

he thought you’d be in the celestial room

he cries a little bit, and strokes your wings

‘shall we make up for lost time, Dia’

’but barb-‘

’he said it’s fine, my dear’

over the moon

Barbatos

He knows you’ll be back eventually

so he waits for you

and is there for you when you arrive, tears when you see him

he is the best for supporting the transition for you

He longs to hold you the same as before, but he has to be a little bit more careful with cuddles due to the new feautures, which can be add are amazing

simeon

When you arrive in the celestial realm he is overjoyed

luke rushes you to see him

and tells you that y’all can marry now

he is overjoyed, and loves the wings and halo on your head

you produce a bright light

he is glad your back

and you have returned to him

he thanks the father

Luke (platonic)

he is excited

his big sibling is back but he’s bigger now!

look he’s not a kid anymore

he loves you

he cries

welcome home MC, you look amazing with all of your new features

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