#also he keeps making jokes about me breaking up w him in like two weeks bc he keeps making shitty jokes

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

Friends w/ Benefits !!

- with the South Park Boys / x Reader

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Author’s Note ;

Sup, so I decided on making multiple little scenarios and ideas of what I think would happen if you were in a FWB relationship with these dudes. Trust me, it’s going to get spicy and interesting. And if you’re looking for that, you’ve come to the right place. Keep in mind, the characters are all going to be in their college years so they will be 18+. Not trying to have them in elementary. And if you’re near that age, get out of here kid, this is definitely not for you.

Before I make this too long, I’m going to end this here. Enjoy, tread carefully, I’ll add warnings about what’s in there and details so check that out before you dive too far in. Unless you’re a veteran. HAHAHA

P.S, I didn’t add in Cartman because I’m an AVID hater, I’m sorry in advance! But, I did add somebody I adore: Craig! Although, it’s kinda gay, but that’s for the boys or transmascs. Y’know, I gotta provide!

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Point of View : First P.O.V.

Character’s in here : Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, and Craig Tucker.

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#1 ; Stan Marsh

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Fem!Dom | Masc!Sub

What’s in here : Mentions of throwing-up (obviously), dom fem reader, edging, and drunk oral sex.

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- Phew, this dude will take FOREVER before he comes around to this idea.

- I feel like this would be the case of not trying to move too fast into a relationship because let’s be honest, he’s going to want to end up being with you.

- He’ll have met you during class when assigned a project with you. A bit cliché, but do you think he’d really have the guts to randomly walk up to you?

- You’d end up in conversations with him because of the constant pairing together and this helped the both of you find out you had similar interests. He loved the same genre of music, had the same sense of humor, and made you laugh half of the time because of his stupid jokes.

- Eventually, Stan tried to see you whenever he was free and his friends weren’t tagging behind. A lot of this was during your walk to classes.

- He’d have to race to his right after and sometimes even arrived late because of you.

- Wendy was the first to get suspicious of the behavior because it’s her ex after all and she wasn’t done with her constant off-and-on relationship with him.

- They got into a huge fight about it and that ended up putting the idea in Stan’s head instead. (Poor Wendy. Happens to the best of us.)

- Might’ve caused a complete break-up between them.

- First time he didn’t go goth because of it! (Really, it’s because of you.)

- But, that didn’t mean he didn’t drink.

- And that also didn’t include the fact he was beginning to think of you in that way which in turn made him began to avoid you.

- His races to his classes turned into him racing out of the classes he had with you to the bathroom.

- After a couple of weeks of him doing this, you concluded it had to do something with Wendy, but you thought he was distancing himself to get her back.

- The depression hit hard. Despite you having an attraction towards him, you tried to convince yourself you were okay.

- You WEREN’T.

- Neither was he. He had to choose between telling you about his feelings or being an asshole by ditching you to get himself plastered enough so he could forget about it. Mind you, he thought he was deep in the friendzone. To him, telling you the truth was setting himself up for rejection.

- You were both oblivious to each other’s suffering until the two of you were invited to the same party.

- Because you were having such a hard time dealing with the random drift from Stan, you decided to go and feel your best by getting dressed up.

- Alcohol was another convincing factor. Ironic considering that was the same reason why he was going.

- When you arrived at the party, you navigated around and talked with a couple of friends before asking where the drinks were. That’s where you would stumble upon the drunk raven-haired boy with a vodka bottle that had been chugged by him to the very middle.

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Stan laid back against the wall of the kitchen, taking another swig of the vodka he had, and reaching up to slap a hand against the counter when his eyes locked with yours. He slowly lifted himself up, swaying like he was about to collapse any second. “Oh fuck, why’d you have to be here? I think I’m going to be sick,” he covered his mouth while loudly exclaiming that, turning to the side as if he was retching.

You automatically looked offended, your face scrunching up before you reared a hand back and slapped him across the cheek. HARD. That knocked the sense back into him because his eyes went wide and he quickly went to explaining himself, “Ow! OW! Hey, wait! No- *gag* It’s not because you’re terrible or anything! It’s cause-”

He couldn’t finish as once he looked down at your outfit, he sprawled straight for the sink, and puked his brains out. That’s when it clicked in your head. Stan threw up whenever he liked someone.

You stared at the bottle he held, freaking out in your thoughts about the situation, and going for it anyway. It wasn’t hard to take it out of his hold as he was focused on getting all the sick out of himself.

Taking a huge chug of the vodka, you coughed and sputtered when swallowing, wiping the sides of your mouth before grabbing the back of Stan’s shirt. He was dragged upstairs while you were finishing the rest of what was left, throwing the bottle on the floor afterward.

He slurred out what he was trying to say earlier as you both ascended to the next floor, “I’m not disgusted by you.! I like-” But, once again, he was cut off by another rise of bile up his throat. Right when you passed by the bathroom, he pulled away from you, making you follow with him before he toppled over the side of the tub to let it out.

“Jesus Christ, Stan. What is wrong with you?” You asked, concerned for his well-being at this point. He leaned his head to the side, spitting the rest, and turning on the shower to wash it away. Then he got up with a wobble. For the third time, he continued to try and explain, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t get sick because I think you’re nasty. I’ve been trying to tell you that I think you’re-”

His face began to scrunch up and that’s when you stepped in, saying it for him with a yell, “I KNOW! I know, Marsh! I know you like me! I like you just as much, you don’t have to say it, you don’t have to acknowledge anything about this! Just stop and go back to Wendy like you have been!” Backing away, you put your hands up and closed your eyes, worried about the inevitable stream of disgusting stomach acid. But, nothing happened.

Instead, the sound of water met your ears and you opened your eyes to see the boy washing his mouth out. His blue eyes met yours, turning off the faucet, and standing back up to clear his throat, “I’ve been trying to say that for weeks now.” It was like a light switch had flipped in his demeanor and he was all of a sudden fine.

Stan continued, sounding a bit raspy because of how much he threw up, “I haven’t talked to Wendy ever since I had walked you to your house. That was the day I realized I… like you.” He hesitated but he managed to say it, looking surprised himself. You paused. It made sense. Around that time, his avoiding started.

There were no words you could give in the moment. You thought this entire time he had been chasing her while in reality, he was hooked on you. Nothing came out and no idea of what to say came to mind. He had officially broke you.

Moving forward slowly, his gaze flickered down to your lips, giving you the signal before leaning into a kiss due to his compulsive and drunk desires. If you weren’t going to tell him anything, he’d get you to respond in another way. Your lips were turning numb along with the rest of your body as you could feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole of a stupor. A part of you was slightly repulsed by the fact he was kissing you after all that happened, but he mostly tasted like the disgusting vodka rather than puke. Which was surprising to say the least.

It didn’t lead to a make-out as you moved to your knees instead, closing the bathroom door behind you, and hearing him lock it with a shaky voice following after, “Fuck, wait, I don’t want to end up getting sick on you. I’ve barely been able to get past a kiss, let alone a touch there. I don’t know if I could handle this.” He rambled and rambled while you unbuttoned his jeans, feeling his dick progressively getting hard already.

A sharp gasp left him when your fingers brushed passed it through his boxers, causing him to hold his breath while still trying to get through to you, “Seriously, [Y/N], I might throw up again!” You sighed and stood back up after his second warning, placing your hand on his chest to ease him down onto the toilet seat. He sat upright, his eyebrows knitted together as you finally responded, “If you do, aim for the tub or sink. I get horny when drunk and I don’t think I want to stop any time soon, Stanley.”

You went right back to getting on your knees in front of him and wrapped your hand around his shaft to jerk it off through the fabric, seeing a small dot of pre-cum began to form around where his tip was. He could feel the warm nauseating feeling travel up his esophagus, making him panic, and move his head to the side to avoid getting it on her while you traveled to get his underwear off of him. Wendy had never done something like this to him before. As soon as he vomited around her, she was quick to lose her appetite for it.

This was different. He felt himself bare and exposed after you succeeded in getting his lower clothes down to his knees. And this was the point where he was feeling it fill his cheeks, he tried to suppress it as much as he could, swallowing it and enduring it. It was like his body was going through an anxiety attack and all it was doing was constantly sending him in this cycle of emptying his stomach because of simple things he should be allowed to do as a man.

He didn’t have an answer to what was wrong with him, but what he did know was that it pissed him the fuck off. Regaining his strength, his hand reached up to your head and he requested something directly to you for the first time without one slightest hesitation, “Please, just keep encouraging me beautiful… and can you keep calling me by my- uh- full name?”

You gave his flushed pink tip kisses, swiping your tongue slowly across it before obliging to his ask while pumping his dick with one hand, “You’re doing an amazing job, Stanley. I’m so proud of you… Is that what you wanted? Does that make you feel good, my handsome boy?” A sly smirk spread onto her face as she looked up to see his shocked expression, wrapping her entire mouth around him and hollowing her cheeks.

Never in a million years would he think that a girl would hit dead on the spot of what he needed, jolts of pleasure running through his legs and lower stomach at the comments. Butterflies plagued him rather than nausea. And what he had been waiting for was happening, he was relaxing into a blowjob.

His hands went for her hair immediately to lace his fingers in between whatever he could, gripping it gently while the relief showed through his half-lidded eyes and his happy pants. Stan let out a choked moan along with an excited but still cracking voice, “I don’t feel.. it! God, this is.. actually amazing… Please, please don’t stop… Keep going, [Y/N]!”

Bobbing your head up and down patiently, you picked up your pace minute by minute, watching as the boy lost it at the feeling. You were too good to him. Your suction on him was tight and you made sure your cheeks were pressed up against your teeth just enough to create the best possible experience for him.

Stan’s chin tilted up to the ceiling while curses spilled, “Fuck, fuck, why do you… have to feel so good?” You could see veins popping around his neck and his Adam’s apple moving up and down from the noises escaping him. His legs were starting to move inward towards themselves, knees about to touch, and his dick was beginning to throb in your mouth. You knew what this meant right away.

“I’m not going to be able to make it for that long if you feel this amazing, god damn it,” he choked out, his fingers digging into your scalp, but not on purpose. To solve this, you popped your mouth off of him and decided to use the time for his cool down to catch your breath.

He looked at you, confused and flustered, his dick inches away from your face. It was twitching and the pre-cum kept leaking because of how pent up he was. You snickered, “I thought you were going to get sick on me? Am I the first one you haven’t vomited on?”

Staring at you for a moment while catching his breath too, he fixed his messy hair, and shakily replied, “Yeah, technically.” You raised your eyebrows before smiling bashfully like that was a compliment. And maybe it was. But, you shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.

Returning back to the activity at hand, you littered the sides of him with kisses, turning your focus to the veins wrapping around it which received a lot of feedback from him. “Woah, woah! Straight to it, huh?” His groans were amplified. It was like he got ten times more sensitive because you edged him.

It didn’t take much of you going back to sucking him to cause his orgasm rushing back. He was teetering on the edge, using the counter and anything else that he could grab on to vent by digging his fingernails into them.

Tears brimmed his eyes and he didn’t want to tell you that he was near, but he also didn’t want you to have a risk of choking. So, he confessed again, “I’m going to! I’m going to, you can stop…” He didn’t know why you were teasing him like this. But, for some reason, he enjoyed it too.

This time, you didn’t pull away. You picked up your pace instead. And that made him nearly knock off everything on the counter. He instinctively stood up, grabbing your head, and in the last final minute he had your mouth wrapped around him; he fucked hard into your throat and let out the cum he had been penting up since the last time he got to interact with you.

The groans that left him were loud and breathy, his eyes almost closing from how tired he got because of the amount of alcohol that was in his system. You were swallowing as much as you could to keep yourself from possibly throwing up yourself due to choking.

Eventually, every bit was dumped out of him and he pulled you off to let you breathe. You gasped for air and glared at him. Stan realizing what he did then and apologizing right away, “Oh crap, I didn’t mean to do that! I was trying to be careful, I’m so sorry!”

Proceeding to apologize to you for the rest of the night after that, the two of you had returned to walking each other home, feeling a long in your heart to remain by each other’s sides when you had to return to your separate dorm rooms. One thing was for certain though. You and Stan were going to have a lot of secrets that the title friends could only cover.

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#2 ; Kyle Broflovski

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Vanilla-esque.

What's in here : Slow sex, slightly experienced Kyle, and facial ejaculation.

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- Oh no. Here we go. Now, Kyle, he’s a different story when it comes to getting into a friendship like this.

- He’d probably be easier to convince than Stan, but that’s if you were direct and honest with him.

- You’d have to be somewhat close with him enough to get to that conversation so I would say about five months into meeting him through mutual friends at the lunch tables. At some point, both of you would come across each other and have an in-depth conversation.

- He’s a sucker for intellectual people so once you’re bringing up your collections of books and the fact you make regular visits to the library, this guy’s interest shoots through the roof.

- Eventually, you’re the only thing he starts talking about with his friends and they all start to notice him drifting off in daydreams during class.

- This was about a couple of weeks into the friendship.

- The nerd just couldn’t stop eyeballing you. It didn’t help that he really admired your style and the way you dressed as well.

- Stan pulled him to the side one day to have a talk with him about you and he managed to convince the curly redhead to ask you to hangout at his place.

- The idea was that he was going to watch a whole marathon of Harry Potter movies with you considering the two of you were huge fans of the series.

- You were immediately down as soon as he asked. If anything, you were cheering to yourself about it.

- Now, you could put your plan in action.

- The truth was that you had thought of the Broflovski in many ways that would be considered beyond unholy.

- And the fact his parents were going out for the weekend you were coming over too did not help the ideas popping up in your head.

- When it came upon the day you were coming over, you decided to put on your sexiest outfit yet.

- A short tennis skirt, a laced spaghetti-strapped crop top, and a pair of thigh highs was enough to do the trick.

- You arrived at his place a couple of minutes early but just enough to where you didn’t look crazy, secretly wearing nothing underneath on purpose for him.

- He had paid Stan to babysit Ike for him that day too.

- You were not the only one plagued with not-so-innocent thoughts the entire week leading up to it. Kyle had some things planned out in his head as well. Technically, a mutual agreement without saying a word.

- Kyle was fast in opening the door for you and once he saw what you were in, the red on his face was more than visible.

- Obviously, he couldn’t hide the fact he was staring and definitely interested in the sight you were giving him.

- He locked every lock on that door as soon as you got inside.

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You hopped onto his couch the moment the warmth of the house enveloped you, causing you to sigh in content. The freezing temperatures of South Park made it impossible for a girl to get pretty but you weren’t letting that stop you. Your eyes landed back on Kyle who was dressed in a green long sleeve and brown pants.

His outfit was super cute, less risqué than yours, however, that did not matter. He still looked like a snack to you. And you were already willing to lunge for him. But, you kept your distance. For now.

The boy sat next to you and relaxed into the cushions along with, being the one to break the silence by complimenting what you were wearing, “I swear, you choose outfits that fit you too well sometimes.” Benefits of talking to a guy with brains was the way they word things. “You’re not helping my barely growing teenage brain here,” he added on as a joke. A part of you knew that he wasn’t entirely bluffing though.

This was proven when you glanced down at his lap to check if there was a sign and sure enough, a rising tent had appeared.

Kyle, quick to notice things, saw that you had peeked and grabbed for a pillow to sit it over his crotch. Embarrassed that he didn’t think of doing that as soon as his mind went south.

But, you weren’t going to ignore that. You couldn’t. Your eagerness was too much for you and the heat between your legs was screaming for you to get to moving. So, you huffed out, “I don’t think I want to help. I’m here for encouragement…” While scooting yourself to replace the pillow on his lap with your ass instead.

He tensed up, sucking a breath in, and using his hands to grip your hips. You could feel his boner poking your inner thigh, about to brush the spot you wanted it to the most which got you even more excited.

Kyle was just as excited, jabbering on as soon as you pressed down into him, “I was hoping you would say that. I didn’t think I could just be friends with you as much as I wouldn’t like to admit that…” His hips bucked upward into you repeatedly, rocking himself into a position where his hard-on could rub against you perfectly. Your eyes widened and a moan slipped out.

The front of his pants was starting to get wet from grinding up into your bare pussy, causing him to notice, and ask, “Are you wearing anything under that?” You shook your head no while biting your lip, moving one of your hands to grab your breast and the other to lift up your skirt.

He watched what you were doing with an aroused look to his green eyes, staring at your chest often. This gave you the idea to strip off your top and throw it to the floor.

What a good idea it was because it made Kyle leap to tug his pants off. His boxers followed with and out sprang his dick, hitting his chest from how hard it got. The freckled boy panted, a blush everywhere on his body, matching the color of his hair. He was unbelievably attractive like this.

You leaned down next to his ear to whisper while grabbing his shaft, “I’ve been wanting you inside me ever since Sophomore year.” Before pushing it inside of you and lowering yourself all the way down until you were sitting right on his v-line.

He shuddered and gripped onto you tightly, digging his head back into the couch from the pleasure that rushed through him at the warm, wet feeling wrapping around.

“You should’ve said something because I would’ve made that come true,” he said. That was the last thing that was spoken as the two of you got lost in sex. You began to bounce on him and he guided you to grind during the process. Your eyes drifting everywhere, going from dazing off at the wall, to looking at him without a single thought in the world other than how good he was making you feel.

Kyle was in the same state. Admiring you by skimming his hands across your sides and using his fingers to play with your nipples. After riding him for a couple of minutes and starting to sweat from the workout it was giving you, he flipped you to rest back onto the armrest.

He slowly rocked his dick into you, pushing into your walls, and digging for spots that made you gasp. His groans ended up being muffled into your neck as he buried himself in the crook of it, kissing against your skin, and creating hickies once he traveled enough.

During his slow fucking, he drifted his thumb over to your clit and rubbed it at a good pace that matched his thrusts. It had you constricting yourself around him until you were a shaking mess, cumming underneath his figure, and riding out the high with him.

The green-eyed boy pulled out when you finished, jerking himself off at a fast speed, and asking politely, “Can you open your mouth and level with it please?” Without hesitation, you lowered yourself to his dick and let him release all over your face.

You stuck your tongue out, feeling the sticky liquid decorate most of it before you swallowed the bit that landed there, looking up at him with a smile.

Both of you had to clean up more than watch movies after that, but that did not matter to you, whatsoever. The only thing that mattered from that point was the next weekend you had to plan with the Broflovski.

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#3 ; Kenny McCormick

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Dom | Fem!Sub

What’s in here : Praise/ degrading kink, lots and lots of positions, public sex, and a creampie.

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- Well, well, well. What most of you’ve been waiting for. The guy that obviously will take no time in making you his fuck buddy!

- It’s pretty obvious that right away he made his intentions clear and he communicated them with no problem.

- And that’s exactly why you were into him.

- Kenny has an eye for girls that like to have a fun time and you happened to be one with a big reputation of rebellion.

- You loved ditching class, hating the kids, the work being too stressful, and all of the above was the reason why.

- And he was often caught back there as well. So, sooner or later, you came across each other on one of your breaks from the shitty school environment and took it together.

- Might have ended up in the mutual agreement of being FWB’s right then and there which lead to you giving the boy his first non-std infected blowjob.

- The thing that had gotten in your way, however, was the fact you had strict parents and this meant you had no way of getting out of the house to meet up with him.

- To make things worse and add the cherry on top, this started around the end of the school year and the both of you ended up having no way to contact each other because of this.

- Those two months for both you and Kenny were perhaps one of the most depressing periods of time in your life.

- After dealing with this, College had started and your parents began to let you have more freedom because you were becoming an adult.

- You were frustrated at the timing, the blonde-haired boy on the back of your mind the entire time they spoke to you about it. And the more you had longed to see him again.

- The first day of College arrived some time later and you had no idea what to expect.

- There was an uneasy feeling. You knew that Kenny wasn’t financially well off and you didn’t know if he was good grade-wise so it left you with the weight of finding out whether or not he was attending.

- Throughout the whole school day, you looked for him, high and low, low and high. Everywhere.

- He wasn’t in any single one of your classes. None of his friends were too. It seemed like all hope was lost and that the inevitable had happened.

- But, before you could end up back in that same pit of sadness, during the walk out of one of your classes to go to another; you passed by the stairs and someone grabbed you.

- Not knowing who it was, you put up a bit of a fight, losing pretty badly considering the person was quite strong, ending up behind the crevice of the stairs anyway.

- When you came face-to-face with the man that dragged you away, you squealed for joy.

- It was, of course, the McCormick.

- Both of you collided into a huge hug and stayed there for a while, cherishing each other’s warmth and smell.

- He’ll always have that faint smell of weed on him, but, it made him hotter in a way.

- It didn’t take long for the hug to turn into an elated talk.

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“Where have you been? How has life been treating you, Ken?” You asked while shoving his arm playfully, tilting your head to the side. He smirked at your behavior, finding it cute, before responding casually, “Honestly, it could be better. But, I’ve been doing okay. Now, that I’m getting to see my smokin’ hot babe again though, I think it’s more than great!” His nickname that he gave you made you crack up and blush at the same time.

Laughing along with you, he repeated the question, aiming it toward you this time. Your expression quickly dropped for a minute and when you remembered that he could pick up on that, you tried to play it off, “Oh, yeah! Uh, I’ve been okay too. Just been working my ass off in keeping my room clean so my parents won’t take my phone for the millionth time.”

A sigh left him hearing that and he clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head side to side while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Still dealing with them? Damn, I’m all for parents making sure their kids are doing what they’re supposed to and actually taking care of em’, but, when you’re practically shoving your nose in their ass, that’s a problem,” he complained.

You agreed, “Tell me about it.” Rolling your eyes, you copied his body language by leaning too. Having dealt with them being this way since twelve, he didn’t even know half of it.

Silence began to fall onto your ears as Kenny opted for staring at you other than continue the conversation, his blue eyes scanning down your body, ultimately going for his perverted tendencies by lingering on your breasts a little too long. You snickered in response to this, “Really? You’re going to stare? You know you have hands, right pretty boy?”

Teasing him was just what you needed to do to make him budge as the McCormick turned to pin you to the wall, leaning down to get to your eye level. He gave you a small, soft kiss on the lips before pulling away to began lifting your shirt up above your head with a retort, “You should watch what you’re saying or else you’re going to end up being humiliated in front of a whole bunch of people, [Y/N].” So, he was saying your name now?

You decided you wanted to see if he would go that far by testing him, snaking your hand up to his waistband before shoving it inside of his pants without any struggle. Starting to rub him through his boxers right away, Kenny let out a grunt and pressed his forehead against yours while his brows furrowed.

Your voice lowered only for him to hear what you were telling him, “Do it. Fuck me so hard that everybody will know who’s screwing me that good.” His breath got shaky at that and you felt his cock throb in your hold.

He started tugging at his pants, bringing them down to his ankles along with his underwear from how eager he was after hearing what you said. A feeling of regret haunted you for a second when you glanced at the size of him, forgetting how huge he was until you got to see it in front of you.

But, that was overshadowed by how horny it also made you. Your own shorts were being thrown to the ground with the rest of the clothes. Eventually, leaving you both naked in front of each other.

Kenny was the quickest into getting in action, massaging your tits with both of his hands while moving his mouth to latch onto your neck. He made a couple of hickies working his way to your collarbone, running his fingers from your nipple to what’s in between your legs to rub your clit in circles for a minute.

Getting bored with this, he switched it up by continuously kissing lower and lower. Still sucking on certain spots to get it to bruise. He was marking you up and you were enjoying every single one. You moaned softly, trying to keep quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. After all, you didn’t want to actually get spotted doing this with him and end up expelled.

When he got to your pussy, his arms slid into the crevices of your thighs before he lifted both of them, spreading them across the wall. Then his mouth put all of the attention onto it.

Kenny licked your folds repeatedly at first to get a taste of your juices, gliding his tongue over your sensitive bud, and swirling it in a pattern to get you to make more noises for him. You were restless, grinding up into his face, and tugging onto his hair the moment he got to flicking side-to-side.

He went at it for a couple, causing you to cover your mouth midway through because of how much your voice was raising. It felt amazing. Like you were floating from how good his technique was.

Covering you with his spit from how messy he ate you out, you jutted your hips up and began to grind on his face. Around his mouth was a mess, spreading to his nose, and cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes the whole time he did it and switched to sucking your clit for the finale.

The blonde-haired boy got you to cum from that alone. Letting you roll on him like he was your new personal chair and smother his head with your thighs until pure bliss was the one thing showing in his expression.

Your juices spilled onto him, some landing where his dick was which worked out for lubrication in the long run. He stood back up, glistening in the sun from all the wetness, telling you with a smooth tone, “Turn around for me and put that ass up, baby.”

With shaky legs from the orgasm you had, you did what he said and bent over, your cheek pressed up on the cold bumpy surface. “Look at that… You’re being such a good little whore for your best friend,” Kenny cooed while grabbing your head and pushing you up against it; positioning himself with your entrance and sliding in easily. The both of you moaned out in satisfaction.

You had been waiting for him to do this to you for so long. And it didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would. In fact, the big size and girth gave you the feeling of being full.

He sent loud slaps through the wall once he rammed his first set of thrusts into you, being fucked aggressively in doggy style despite you not being far from your peers and a death sentence from your parents.

The wet sounds mixing along with it didn’t help. And you were so sensitive that it made it impossible for you to hold your breath. The whining, yelps, and panting all at a high enough pitch that it was beginning to echo. You were going to get caught if he didn’t finish soon. Both of you would. But, for some reason, that didn’t sound as threatening as it should.

Your sense of danger was dulled from how hard he was railing you. And how turned on you were from it. Like he had molded you into being stupid for the time being.

You raked your nails on the wall and arched your back more, pleading out to him, “Faster, Kenny! Please, hurry up… I don’t want to get in trouble!” He paused as if he wasn’t expecting to hear that, but responded once it registered, “Okay, though you asked for this…”

Quickening his pace, your eyes shut and you used your hand to muffle yourself by biting onto it, crying out from his dick practically reaching into your stomach. He groaned, watching the display for himself to memorize, and slightly impressed at how dirty this hook-up was. You were going to be his favorite, for sure.

His end began to near around the time the bell was about to ring again, people about to fill the halls any second now while you’re being pummeled by the biggest pervert in school. You murmured curses quietly, feeling him grab both of your wrists while chasing his high as fast as he could. Tears left your eyes when Kenny finally reached it.

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he fucked his jizz inside of you and pumped every last drop he could. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s right… Take as much as you fucking can.” His dirty words were like music to your ears and the way his cum filled you to the brim made you hum. Drool dripping down the side of your mouth from how out of it you were.

Although, he was put in a tricky situation considering you could no longer walk and he possibly could’ve got you pregnant, a huge derpy smile stayed on Kenny’s face for the rest of the time he was with you. No one had seen him that happy ever. So, there was a lot of questions you had to answer when the boy ended up confessing that it was because of you. Who knew it was so hard to keep a secret with the McCormick.

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#4 ; Craig Tucker

The song that I thought fit this best :

Sexual Dynamic : Masc!Sub | Masc!Dom

What’s in here : Yandere Craig (doing it cause I felt like it), mentions of murder, rough/painful sex, and a cumshot with a creampie.

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- Well fuck, this guy had known you for so long that he could barely remember when he first met you.

- But, that didn’t mean you two were close.

- You were simply friends from afar before ending up complete nobodies to each other around the time college came about.

- Or that’s what you thought.

- Craig had only stopped talking to you, he didn’t completely stop from hanging around you.

- Meaning that he would often drop by the places he knew you were hanging around to sit nearby and watch what you would do.

- This wouldn’t be creepy if it weren’t for the fact that the only place you liked to be inside was your dorm room. So, he was watching you from your window.

- It was easy for him considering the two of you were neighbors and whenever he wasn’t occupied with his love life, he’d be lost in staring at you playing the guitar or even go as far as watching you change.

- At some point, his infatuation with you peaked after coming across a late night masturbation session you were having, forgetting to close the blinds which let him have access to the scene.

- You had no shirt on, your pants barely above your knees, watching something on your computer screen. And his body was quick to react when he looked down.

- He got an idea to bring out his camera and record you, taking the moment to have fun himself.

- After jerking off and cumming around the same time with you, muttering your name in the middle of it, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit beside and just watch you forever.

- With an entire month of constantly recording you, breaking into your room and taking some of your clothes. Even stealing pencils that you broke out of boredom from the trash to keep in his drawer and watching you get drunk until you hooked up with random woman. Craig spiraled downward into an unhealthy obsession.

- He couldn’t stand it when seeing you flirt with girls despite knowing that you had no knowledge of his existence.

- If you took them home or went home with them, they would end up missing the next day.

- Craig didn’t know why he did it. He just simply felt the motive. Maybe it was because they were girls and he was a boy or maybe because he was in love with you. Honestly, he didn’t want to think on it.

- It got out that some of these woman were disappearing around your area and you ended up finding out it was the ones you hooked up with when the police were at your door.

- You were questioned and put as the number one suspect because you were the last person seen with them. And this confused and scared you badly.

- The police were convinced you were telling the truth by the way you reacted to the interrogation. Answering all of their questions sincerely, even telling them details of that night you had with them but not going too far to where it was weird.

- Also, the devastation on your face was easy to see. So they left you alone.

- However, this haunted you and you became desperate on trying to find out more about what happened to the girls by asking around. As well as waiting for more information from the investigation.

- The black-haired boy had to keep a low profile after and thanked himself for dumping the bodies in the lake further ahead of time.

- He was oddly disappointed in himself because of what he had done. Not because he had taken the lives away from innocent girls, but because he made your life become so hectic and had you go through so much stress.

- After the ordeal was dying down and the cops were coming to a dead end, the cases went cold and Craig went about his daily life of stalking you once again.

- You did not come back from this okay. Actually, it lead you to distancing from people romantically and sexually because you were afraid they would disappear.

- Landing you in therapy to get over the traumatic experience and depression that was swallowing you whole. Making you lose all of your friends and end up alone.

- And who would’ve known that Craig happened to need to go to the same therapist too? After his parents had found him talking to a wall and carving an initial into himself, your initial.

- He was admitted out of self harm. But, really, he was coping with the fact he couldn’t follow you during the search for the kidnapper of your flings.

- This gave him an opportunity to get to know you though as you crossed paths often when waiting in the lobby for appointments.

- One day, he told himself he was going to try and greet you. It should be easy because you both used to know each other, right?

- But this lead to him dodging it as soon as he got near you.

- You could be thirty feet away and Craig was standing there, panicking in his head, his face the exact opposite with barely any emotion present. Contradicting his stoicism, his heartbeat was racing.

- Your eyes had glanced over and ended up locking with his, raising a brow like you were questioning him.

- Then he saw you get up and began to head over to him.

- He became extremely nervous and excited all at the same time, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath to ready himself before you were right in front of him.

- His blue eyes were intense and burrowed themselves into your head as you got to finally talk to the guy you’d been seeing around.

- Might have been an socializing assignment your therapist gave you so you can repair your relationship with people. Fucked up considering he’s the one that ruined it in the first place.

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“I remember you! You’re the guy that lived in my neighborhood! Your name’s Craig, right?” You gave him a chipper smile, taking off your headphones to rest them on your shoulders. Craig had froze and stared at you blankly before rushing to find something to respond with, “Uh, yeah, I happen to be that guy.” It came out more awkward than he had wanted it to but who could blame him? He was talking to the boy he had been immensely infatuated with for months now who was acting extremely casual.

You laughed in victory at the correct guess and placed out a hand for him to shake, telling him why you approached, “That’s great! I had been looking for some more friends actually as I’ve went through something a little while ago and it’s left me a bit lonely. You think you could be my friend?”

He didn’t know how to register what you were saying but he wasn’t upset about it in the slightest. Although, his mind wasn’t concluding this as you two being ‘friends’. Grabbing your hand, he shook it and forgot to not put so much force, ending up yanking you a little too forward.

Your face collided with his chest due to losing your balance, making him catch you, and help you regain it by making you hug him. It didn’t help that you were at his height too because as soon as you pulled back, your nose was almost touching his. His eyes were back to burning themselves into yours, an electric feeling running through you at the moment. ‘Why did he look at me like that?’ you wondered, ‘Like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.’

Craig had to hold himself back from doing anything stupid and last minute, tensing up and slowly getting you to move back to where you were by grabbing both of your shoulders. You blinked rapidly and muttered out an apology, “My bad, I didn’t mean to fall into you and stay there, you just got really pretty eyes man.” That wasn’t a lie, you did think the color was super nice to look at.

But this compliment hit him way harder than it should’ve. And he found himself beginning to blush, blurting out a compliment back before he could think, “So are yours.”

The both of you were becoming flustered, looking at each other for a minute until you thought of another topic to talk about, trying to save yourself from spawning a crush on the guy. “So, what do you like to do in your spare time?” you went for that. And instead of answering, he asked you another question, “Do you smoke?”

Your eyes went wide as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a blunt the size of a finger, staring at it in disbelief. This was the weirdest interaction you’ve had yet. And how did he know that you were okay with that? And smoked weed? Did you smell like it? All these questions ran through your head but at some point, you had to answer him, and free drugs were a hard thing to come by, so you were honest, “Yeah, I do.”

A part of you felt pumped about it while another was a bit weirded out. However, you forgot about it quickly as soon as the blue-eyed man started walking away. You began to follow behind him, keeping up enough to watch his back the entire way, and admiring the trees every second or so when you got bored.

It was quiet. Not a word exchanged between them. That was because Craig was over his head. He was piecing something together in his thoughts, forming a plan, one that wasn’t what you would call sane. But, that was because he simply wasn’t. He couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t been thinking of you in a certain way for a long time. Like he hadn’t killed for you because of it.

As he lead you to a nearby alleyway he went to when he wanted to watch you in private, his back turned and he was facing you again. This place was damp and dark, the smell not the best, but it was away from society. And that was perfect for this.

The ravenette rested against the wall and lifted the blunt in between his fingers to rest right on his lips before reaching into his pocket to pull out a lighter. He lit the end of it, resting the flame on the tip for a couple of seconds as he sucked in a huge cloud that left his mouth the second he blew it out.

Holding it out to you afterward, a trail of smoke drifted from the cherry while you took it in your own two fingers. You took a hit from it just like he did, knowing that this was a really good kind as soon as you tasted how smooth the bud was. Your eyes closed and you held it in for five seconds before letting it out until all the air escaped your lungs so you didn’t die from coughing.

Hissing through your teeth, you ended up still letting out a grunt and cleared your throat to ease the burn in the back of your throat. “Shit, that’s a pretty good strain, what is it?” you asked in the middle of your struggle.

Craig took another drag and doubled it while responding nonchalantly like it was nothing, “It’s called Azul. I grew it.” He glanced down at the blunt to check on its burning status and decided it needed another light.

After getting it bright again, he handed it back to you and let you take a couple more puffs, putting his hands in his pockets. An impressed look crossed your face and what he said piqued your curiosity, you asked like you didn’t believe him, “Really?? You’re a grower? Don’t you go to my school and dorms?” It seemed you were going to get along with this guy way more than you thought you would.

More time passed as the two of you progressively got higher and higher each pass, ending up with you laughing contagiously at a joke he had made about a lady that passed by. You would’ve normally quietly chuckled and try to contain it because of how mean it was as you didn’t want to feel bad. But, the state you were in was more than relaxed.

A small smile appeared on Craig while he watched you lose it, “Dude! That’s so messed up… Come on!” You hit his arm and rested your head on his shoulder from being out of it, mumbling into his sweater. He put out the blunt then because he knew that any more would be way too much. Once you got to lift your head and rest your chin on him, he turned his toward you.

He looked down, so close that you could feel his breath brushing against you, and that made your heart stop. Muttering quietly, his questions took a turn that you didn’t expect, “Have you ever kissed a guy before?” Almost instantly, you could feel your dick starting to rise, causing you to cover it with your hand while responding in an unsure tone, “No…”

When your eyes flickered down to his lips after the mention of it though, he was fast to press them against yours. You didn’t resist but you didn’t return it either. Letting him softly kiss you before he pulled away to conclude, “Now you have. How did it feel?”

It was like the oxygen had left you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around why you liked that so much. And the fact he tasted like raspberries was not helping. Was a guy really going to be the one that gave you the best kiss of your life?

He frowned when you took forever to answer, sighing through his nose, and pulling away with a rejected tone, “Fuck, well, sorry I made you question your sexuality, [Y/N].” Before he could get far, you grabbed his collar and made him go back to where he was but ended up overestimating how far you were tugging him. He stumbled forward and pushed you up against the wall, both of his hands landing on both sides of your head to catch himself while your noses touched.

Craig held a glare with you, confused. He didn’t understand why you weren’t saying anything but also refusing to kiss him back as well. Were you into it? Did you want to? You still couldn’t open your mouth to put it into words, in denial about what was happening. But, you gave him something to let him know that it wasn’t bad by returning the kiss gently.

You were barely brushing up into him like you were shy of the action. And he understood that it was because you hadn’t done it in a while so he savored what he could. You were kissing him. Finally, he had gotten what he wanted. He was the one locking lips with you. Not anybody else.

His hands drifted to your sides, slowly moving to your waist so he could hook his fingers at the bottom of your shirt. Knowing where this was going, a knot formed in your throat and you placed your hands on his chest to push him away. “I don’t know if I can go that far,” you finally said something. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you couldn’t stop worrying about his safety. All that you could think about was his name in the news headlines and pictures of his chullo hat covered in blood laying in some bushes.

Your breathing went out of control and he could tell you were about to go into a panic attack, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he saw the signs, remembering them from the times you were in your dorm room crying about the interrogation months ago.

There was that guilty feeling in his chest. It made his heart heavy. He didn’t want you to feel like this. Especially when all this worry was for nothing. So, he decided to mumble out the best reassurance he could think of, “I don’t know what’s going on with you. I have no idea what had happened to that friendship we had for a minute back then too. You’ve been out of the loop for quite a while, [Y/N].” He moved back to stare directly at you with sincerity in his voice, “All I know is that kissing someone has never felt so right and if I could, can I make you feel safe enough to trust me with your body for tonight?”

That was the most convincing someone has ever been. And this high helped you calm yourself while using the breathing techniques your therapist gave. You bit your bottom lip before sighing out in frustration, looking around at where you were, and then exclaiming, “Fine! But, can we please do it somewhere else other than a fucking disgusting alleyway?”

Craig stared at you like you were crazy until his face twisted from holding back laughter, ending up bursting at the seams anyway as it sputtered out of him. “You’re right. This isn’t the place to be screwing a pretty boy like you,” he slyly said as he began to head out of the alleyway. You ran after him, trying to brush off what he said but still feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Eventually, the two of you made it inside of your dorm room, the Tucker locking the door behind you with a snide remark, “So, are you going to answer my question from earlier? How was kissing a boy for the first time?”

You forgot about that. Your mind flashing back to the memory of the kiss, vividly remember how soft his lips were, and how patient he was in his pace. He was aggressive but soft. A perfect mixture. Snapping out of it, you stammered out, “I hadn’t kissed someone in quite a while… Or well, a girl. And it was always quick-paced like they were in a rush to get to the good parts. But with you… Well, with a boy, it was like you couldn’t get enough. That, I think, made it practically impassable.”

What you said made Craig sit in your computer chair and stare at you in awe, reaching his hand up to pull off his hat, and placing it down on your desk. He reached out his hand for yours now and murmured, “Come over here and sit.” You walked over to him and took it, about to actually prop yourself down onto his lap before he stopped you right as you were. “Wait. I need to fix something,” he said as he went to unbutton your pants.

Taking in a sharp inhale through your nose , his hands wasted no time in tugging them off along with your boxers. “Fuck, you move fast. Hold on, let me prepare myself at least,” you sounded embarrassed and you were because your hard-on was so visible. He chuckled at that, “Okay then. I’ll get myself undressed while you can work on getting those off.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but get a look at Craig starting to take his jacket and shirt off, automatically checking him out, and to your surprise, he was pretty built. He noticed you staring and teased, “If you want to see all of it, get to moving, I want to see you too.” That was a bargain you couldn’t say no to, holding your breath as you gripped around the hem of your boxers.

Then you pulled them off, letting them fall to your ankles, tugging your shirt off afterward to get it out of the way. The only thing left on you was your socks and the same was for him a couple of seconds later.

He eyed you up and down with his blue orbs, reaching for your wrist, and pulling you back into touching your knees with his. Both of his hands placed onto your shoulders and began lowering you down until you were coming face-to-face with his huge dick, watching it twitch with a slightly ajar mouth.

“You’re going to have to get it wet if you want to go any further, pretty boy,” he whispered, grabbing your chin to guide your mouth toward him. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, opening wide before taking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. Craig grunted and put a hand on your head, gripping onto your hair to deal with the pleasure.

The texture was different than you expected to feel on your tongue but it was also satisfying in a way. And it didn’t take long for you to get into swallowing most of his length, easing it into your throat, and tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum the more you sucked.

Grabbing harder onto you, he moved his hips upward and made all of his dick go down into your mouth. This caused you to gag and jolt backward, coughing and making a face at him. “What the fuck, man,” you angrily said and got back up onto your feet.

However, Craig was extremely impatient by this point and he could no longer hold up the soft facade he had with you anymore. He stood up with you and within seconds, you were slammed down into your bed while his hand dug into your neck, tightening around your throat to make you choke more than you had on him.

Noises squeaked out of you while the air was leaving you, his other hand positioning himself to your ass and spitting on it to get you ready. He rubbed it around and made you shudder, having never been touched there which caused it to feel super sensitive.

He made both of your legs wrap around his waist once his tip began to push inside, slowly stretching your hole out as you grabbed his wrist to try and pull his hand off of you. It hurt so bad. His size bigger than most so it made it almost numbing the more he slid into you. Your eyes were struggling to stay open as you were close to passing out from the loss of oxygen.

That’s what made him stop. He removed his hand from your neck and balled up both of them into fists, punching them into the pillow your head was resting on while rearing his hips back. He made his entire dick slide out before forcing it back in, making it feel like he was tearing your ass apart from the roughness. You screamed out, “FUCK! CRAIG! WAIT! WAIT, IT HURTS!”

Slapping a hand to cover your mouth, he continued to ram himself over and over into you, watching you take him with several groans slipping out. He was frantic in his movements and made your bed sound like it was about to give up underneath the strength he put into fucking you.

He made you forget about the anxiety alright. Letting you know why you didn’t have to be afraid of him being taken away but rather be afraid of him altogether. At the same time, you were being fucked into liking it. The sweat, slapping from the colliding of skin, and the shaking of your legs set up the perfect scenery for him. He got to see you fucked out underneath him, because of him, all for him. And that was all he needed.

Leaning into your neck, he finally came to a slow pace and rocked up into your walls, gliding his fingers down your chest to play with your tip and the pre-cum on it. Craig was giving you a break, wrapping his palm around the base of your dick until he was pumping it up and down at the exact pace he was thrusting into you. The combined pleasure was enough to get you to moan out in relief, “Much better… Oh, god, that’s much better…”

Another rare smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he moaned with you, burying all of his length for a moment before pulling back again to quicken his speed. “That’s what happens when you’re being a good fuck toy,” he praised. Jerking you off faster and faster as well.

You buried your head into the pillow and felt him start to kiss around your Adam’s apple, littering them around until his teeth brushed around a spot that made you jump. When he found it, he bit into the sensitive area and that caused everything in you to unravel. Your cum shot out on your chest and landed in between his fingers, spreading across his hand, and some even getting on his lower stomach.

He continued to rail himself in you for another long minute before reaching his end alongside you, the warm fluid escaping him with a loud growl, “[Y/N]! Shit… You’re so.. fucking… perfect.” Once he was finished completely and everything had emptied out into your hole, he slid his dick out. Letting the cum spill out onto your sheets while collapsing next to you to rest. The both of you stared at each other in a daze for the last moments you managed to stay awake and as you were about to pass out, Craig had confessed to you, “I think I love you…”

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Sorry for any errors or misspellings! I had tried to rush through this little thing when I saw it was getting too long so progressively, it might’ve got worse. But, this is overall what I’ve been working on for a couple and I hope you enjoyed!

Stick around for some more if you want! I got plenty where that came from. And if you like the other fandoms I’m interested in, you would definitely want to follow. I’ll be releasing a lot of those soon!

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[cosmicstarlatte]

You ARE The Father! (Obey Me!)

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After getting back to the human world you realized you were pregnant. You decided to keep it a secret during your relationship. After having the baby/babies for a few weeks, you finally decide to tell your demon baby daddy.

»Characters: Demon bros // -> [Part 2: Dateables] Now available!

»Tags: Female reader/MC, Unplanned pregnancy, Humor/fluff, Bulleted Style Fic

»Note: Sorry it's kind of long. Also I imagine the babies all heavily resemble their dads. 🥺♡ I might make a part two with Diavolo and Barbatos but they will be short stories. Well, maybe. Lol

Lucifer:

"That's not funny."

Didn't believe you because how could you keep that sort of secret for months from him

You sent him a photo of you holding a very unamused baby boy with black hair and red eyes

The Avatar of Pride has fainted. I repeat, he has fainted

Didn't pack or say anything to his brothers once he woke up, he just bolted out the house to find a magic seal to travel to the human realm

Quickly let Diavolo know why he canceled their meeting whilst on the way to you

He arrived disheveled, man was sweating lol

Anyway he immediately reached for his child and cradled him

His baby's horns and wings popped out!

Barely wanted to talk to you at first, you wounded his pride...Did you think him unfit? Did you think he wouldn't accept?

He would've been there for you no matter what, it pained him that you went through everything alone

Promised to be there from now on

He hugged you and the baby "...I love you two. ♡ Come live with me. You two won't ever be in need."

Dia and Barb visited shortly to see Luci's baby!

His baby slapped everyone in the face at some point

Mammon:

"Ha! That's a good one! I always loved ya sense of humor!"

Really thought it was a joke

You decided to surprise him in person instead

You got permission from Dia to visit

You had only told Lucifer ahead of time about the surprise visit but not why

When you knocked on the door holding the white-haired baby girl Lucifer had to do a double take

"Is this..."

He smiled and excitedly held her for a minute before returning her

"Excuse me" Lucifer said as he closed the door

"MAMMOOOOOOOOON!!!"

yeah the baby started crying

You could hear the loud commotion inside

The door swung open and Mammon stared in shock along with the rest of the family behind him

"YA WERENT JOKING!? GUYS...GUYS!! I'M A DAD!!"

He cuddled his baby girl and gave her so many kisses

You guessed it, the baby sprouted horns and wings after being held by him

Was upset at himself for thinking you were joking

He demanded you move in right away

"Nothin' will break this family. I got ya both! Daddy will take care of y'all! "♡

His baby girl managed to grab his wallet and wouldn't let go

Levi:

"As if..."

Was skeptical...him? A dad? He always thought Mammon or Asmo would be first

He didn't know anything about being a dad but he was getting more excited the more he thought about it

You wouldn't lie to him about that right? RIGHT?

But why didn't you tell him sooner!? He could've been there for support like you always supported him!!

He texted you saying he would be visiting soon

He made a quick phone call to Dia for help getting to the human world

"Yeah let's not tell Lucifer yet heheheh"

He hurriedly grabbed a few figures and collectibles to go pawn off...kids are expensive!

After selling some things he bought some baby stuff and a gift for you...the mother of his child!!

When he finally made it to the human world he cried when he held his own purple-haired baby boy

The baby cried too lmao

The baby shifted into demon form & Levi wailed even more at his beautiful copy+paste baby

Both stopped crying when you played some anime on the tv

"I-I have a ring for you...w-will you marry me? I'll be the best husband and dad I can be!" ♡

He was planning on asking anyway; this just sped things up

He wasn't sure but he thinks his kid was giving him the stink eye when he was taking too much time with you...jealousy!?

Satan:

"You're telling me this now?"

Yeah he was angry

He had a hard time believing it but he knew you wouldn't lie about something like that

After the call, he grew excited and couldn't wait to visit

Told Lucifer what was going on ASAP and he let him go to you

He tried to read as much as he could from parenting books while on the way to you

He brought some gifts and offered to let you nap while he bonded with his daughter

Yeah she shifted into demon form after being held by him

He cooed at her, brushing her blonde hair lightly, remembering his own birth

"Daddy might've been an accident, but you're definitely not. Just a beautiful surprise. ♡"

He would do anything you asked of him, he just wanted to take care of his own little family

"Hey listen to me...I won't ever let you two down. I swear it.♡"

His daughter angrily yanked the new kitty plushie from his hands and smacked him before giggling

Asmo:

"Ahaha...riiight. That's not the first time someone's tried that on me! And triplets!? "

He loved you but that was a weird joke to pull so many months later

Seriously, triplets? You had to be joking!

You were a little hurt but you kind of understood his reaction

Either way you wanted Asmo to meet them and decided to do a surprise visit

You contacted Dia for help and Barb escorted you safely to the Devildom (it was hard moving around with 3 babies!)

You nervously waited with your babies at Dia's castle while they summoned Asmo first before the other brothers

"Lord Diavolo, I'm he-" you heard Asmo gasp

He froze and took in what was in front of him

"You weren't joking!?"

He sobbed and cried out apologies to you, as he tried to figure out how he could pick them all up (sorry only two at a time!)

You handed him the two girls and watched as they shifted into demon form in his arms

Mini Asmos!

He excitedly talked about all the different outfits you could all wear and match as a family

You took one of the baby girls and handed him the boy and watched as he too shifted

"You're my family! My big beautiful family! Papa will make you all proud! I'll work SO hard!♡"

The other brothers happily joined the gathering a few minutes later

Every time someone picked up one of the babies, they were happy and friendly!

Beel:

"Huh? What? What do you mean? ... I'M COMING."

Mixed emotions: Anger for not telling him. Excited that you had his child. Sad that he wasn't there to support you on the journey. Happy overall for his new family.

He wasted no time after you told him, he called on Lucifer to let him go to the human world. His brothers caught wind and wanted to go too.

Teared up when he saw you standing and holding his baby boy, he gave a big soft family hug

Was surprised and excited when his baby shifted into demon form when he held him

It was a mini him!

He was absolutely in love with his new family

"I will give you both everything. No matter what. I will take care of you two, always.♡"

Wouldn't stop doting on you two

Growled when Belphie wanted a turn to hold his baby...he might've been a little too protective

But everyone did get a turn eventually

His baby bit/nibbled everyone at some point

Belphie:

"Twins!? Mine!? When!? You should've said something!"

Was upset you kept it from him. Scared because what if he fails you and them? But was happy to have his own little family

As soon as he hung up, he quickly called Lucifer for help and had Beel accompany to the human world

Freaked out because what do babies need? What did you need? He hurriedly bought ready made baby gift baskets hoping it would help somewhat

Each step towards your place was nerve wracking and exhilarating

Having Beel there soothed him a little so he was thankful

Belphie thought you looked so beautiful standing there holding his twins in little cow print onesies

He nervously held both and teared up when they shifted and they looked so much like him

The baby boy started crying and he freaked out

"Yeah he cries a lot. The girl however is very quiet and sleeps easily."

Belphie hummed a lullaby and soothed his son who rested happily on him.

"This is better than any dream.I will do my best to make you and them proud.That's a promise.♡"

Beel patted his back letting him know he had him and the others

His babies seemed to like cuddling a lot. They really liked holding fingers tightly.

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*Super long* Authors Note/Ramblings: Moved those notes to my AO3 journal lol

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me f!mc #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me humor #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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you'd make me pay? (jjk x reader)

aka the one where you joke w the men of jjk about paying to get affection (g. satoru + n. kento + k. choso + f. toji)

a.n.: reader is a comedienne n loves to mess w these men (the way the toji one actually happened to me 🙃)

c.w.: 18+, mdni

gojo

"C'mon- Wanna mark you up. Let everyone know you're mine." Satoru had spent practically the entire night trying to convince you to let him give you a hickey.

"Give me $10 and I'll think about it." The issue wasn't Gojo's insistence on marking you. It was his inability to adhere to subtlety. Yet he adored when he could see those red splotches of skin peaking out of your shirt collar.

Gojo stretches his body across your legs, his frame managing to span the entirety of the couch. "Toru, you're crushing me." You move the rogue white strands of hair out of his face.

"Please babe. Need you so bad." His bottom lip bulges as his whining continues.

You cave to his begging, giving him a light pat on the arm. "Fine, you big baby."

Gojo lifts himself from you and pulls you into his lap, a goofy smile strung across his face.. He takes a chaste kiss from your lips, reveling in his victory. You tilt your head to the side as he buries himself in the crook, nipping and sucking along your neck.

nanami

Sharing a bath was not only a way for the two of you to spend time with one another, but to also relax from the stress of the day. Kento had poured the two of you a glass of wine, and you lit a candle to aid in the tranquility.

You're sat on opposite sides of the tub, indulging in the warmth of the water. "C'mere. Want you to sit in my lap while I wash your hair." Kento's hands draw soothing circles on your ankles, gently tapping them to get your attention.

You sink further into the bubble bath, taking a sip of the wine. "I'm so comfy though." The idea of having to move your tired limbs on your own was a travesty. "I'll need at least $15 if you expect me to move on my own."

"How about I make you dinner and give you a massage after instead?"

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Nanami." You feign concentration as you mull over his proposal. "But you've got yourself a deal." You clink your wine glass into his, cheers-ing to the proposal.

Once you're seated on Kento's lap, his strong hands make idle work to wash your hair. You let a hand sink to his waist, stroking against his cock to help him relax as well.

choso

You were nestled into Choso's chest as the two of you watched a movie in the living room. One hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. His other hand laid rest on the top of your leg, which you let rest draped over his.

"Can I kiss you?" Choso's breath tickles your ear as he whispers his request.

"For a dollar." You purse your lips, waiting for Choso to lean in.

He reaches for the wallet in his back pocket, pulling out a bill. "I only have a $20- y'know what? Just keep it." As he shoves the bill into your hand, you gently push it away.

"I was only kidding, baby." You try not to laugh too hard as you quell his nerves. The sincerity staining Choso's face has you melting. You give him a sweet smile, grabbing onto his cheeks to pepper him with kisses.

toji

Toji was out of town on a job, leaving you unfulfilled for about a week. To help sate that aching feeling, you'd planned to video chat

“Your tits look great in that top.” Toji eyes you up and down, flashing a coy wink when he meets your gaze. “Think they’d look even better without it, though.”

Feeling playful, you give him an ultimatum. “Give me $5 and I’ll do it.”

“You’d make me pay?” His smirk turns into a pout, frustrated by your proposition. Whether he'd admit it or not, Toji missed you just as much. Craving for any glimpse of the body he had longed for.

“Now it’s $20.”

“Cut me a break, doll. Don’t need you actin’ like a brat when you got me all worked up like this.”

Toji pans the phone down to his waist. The material of his sweatpants is tented up as his dick strains against it. You flip him off and flash him a quick look at your tits, not quite giving into his demands.

He’d owe you big time once he got home.

#gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso kamo x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut

[crimsonji]

୨୧ Unspoken Feelings of a Matra

“ a certain someone has caught the eye of general cyno without even trying… “

ft. cyno x gn!reader

cw: fluff, mutual pining, cyno is sickly in love w you (same energy as a schoolgirl crush), wingman tighnari!!!!!!, bullet point notes, wrote this while brainrotting, not proofread

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : ty to @seveninchesfrominsanity for brainrotting with me about this… cyno is such a dork ugh I love him he’s great. also I hope it’s alr I included the concept that Collei has a bunch of romance novels!!! It’s such a funny and cute idea it was hard not to mention it somehow. I always seem to be spilling paragraphs when it’s about Cyno

Cyno vividly remembers the first day he met you, which was when he had to confront you about the recent case of a group of Akademiya students smuggling canned knowledge and illegally selling them to certain classmates of yours. Right away he knew something was… Off about you, different. Back then he couldn’t put his finger on it, already too focused on the issue at hand to delve into the reasoning behind the way his mind felt more at ease simply by your presence.

You looked fairly unfazed when Cyno walked over to you with the same stoic look on his face, carrying that intense aura around him wherever he went. All you greeted him was a polite smile that he could tell wasn’t forced, not one bit. Your overall presence and conversation that somehow slowly turned more relaxed thanks to you put Cyno at ease—even if it was only slightly.

When you became acquainted, Cyno would have just called you ordinary. An ordinary Akademiya student who hadn’t even heard about knowledge capsules being spread around until Cyno had inquired you about it—him being fairly surprised when you insisted to Celestia and back with helping him with investigating; as you were quite agitated by students who seemed to take their time at the almighty Akademiya for granted. Now, he wouldn’t say it out loud but there would be much, much more he’d have to say about you…

He shouldn’t dwell too much on the details, though. In the end, you ended up helping him out and getting your hands on leads that he probably wouldn’t have been able to obtain if this was a one-man operation. From that day forward, you’d be happy to call the matra one of your friends and he would as well. Surprisingly Cyno had found himself running into you quite often; at some point he would’ve just thought wherever he was you probably weren’t too far off.

One day, Cyno decided he should test one of his latest jokes on you—one that had been brewing in his mind for at least a week or so. He normally told jokes as to “lighten the mood”, but you already seemed to act natural around him. It’s alright, he might as well take this opportunity to stop pestering Tighnari with his latest material and, if he was lucky enough, to strengthen your bond at the same time.

Once he had told the joke, the last thing he was expecting was watching your face break out into a huge smile and hearing you softly giggle at him… Huh, he wasn’t anticipating this to happen. You must be easily amused or maybe his jokes have gotten better! He’ll be sure to relay this information to Tighnari soon.

Tighnari couldn’t contain the slight irk on his face once Cyno told him that a poor soul out there was subjected to one of Cyno’s jokes and actually found them funny. And he couldn’t help but notice the upbeat of Cyno’s mood or the barely visible smile on his face when he was talking about you… 

Cyno developed a habit of telling his jokes more often around you—telling himself that as your friend, a part of his duty is to make your day better with his corny jokes. But maybe, just maybe, deep down there was another reason to this. Like the way your eyes squinted and creased at the sides, a faint dimple or two that showed on your muscles whenever you smiled; or was it that wonderfully soft laugh that rang in Cyno’s eardrums?

He wanted to keep hearing you laugh, to see you smile because of him. Yes, it’s perfectly normal for someone to want to see their friend happy. Not only that, but this foreign feeling had begun to form and flutter around Cyno’s chest; a strangely light and airy sensation that at times clouded his sharp mind. Was it normal to be feeling like this? He had never felt this way when he first met you, so why was it growing stronger by each interaction he had with you…

Moreover, why did Cyno want to chase this feeling? Was he sick, maybe? Or something had happened in the past weeks he had befriended you that slipped past him? Now, just thinking about you made his stomach fill with butterflies and chest tighten in such an uncomfortable and wonderfully weird way.

“…Are you stupid?”

“Pardon?”

Cyno stared at Tighnari blankly as he stared back, face written in obvious annoyance and deadpan. Cyno had taken a quick visit to Gandharva Ville and looked for Tighnari to discuss his… dilemma with you. Once Cyno had relayed your past encounters and his ‘symptoms’, that was when he was gifted with a painfully unamused look from his close friend.

Tighnari looked conflicted almost, trying to think of what to say in a way where Cyno still understood his point; letting out an exasperated sigh. “Listen, I’m not expert in this, but… I think you just have a crush on them.” he guessed just being plainly honest was the best method instead of sugercoating it.

Unfortunately for Tighnari, Cyno just happened to be as dumb as a rock when it came to relationships. Cyno shot him a cold glare, face slightly reddening at Tighnari’s words. Oh boy, he’s still in the denial stage.

He quirked an eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, everything you said seems to check out my hypothesis.” Tighnari casually stated, absentmindedly pulling out a notebook and jotting down some notes for a reason unknown to Cyno.

When he looked back up at him, he just looked… confused. Still totally lost while he was desperately trying to connect the pieces to no success in his brain. If he kept this up any longer, Tighnari’s brain would probably melt from how dense he was being.

“How would you feel if they went on a date with another guy?” Tighnari blurred out and flipped his notebook shut; carefully watching Cyno’s reaction as his eyes widened at the strangely sudden question.

He may be well versed in keeping a neutral face, but Cyno couldn’t contain the grimace when he further pondered on the hypothetical scenario; remembering the numerous times he’s heard your laughter only this time, it’s because of another person.

“…Tch.”

“See~?” Tighnari was halfway-amused by Cyno’s strong reaction to this idea, “Might as well admit it now instead of letting yourself suffer in denial—Master Tighnari’s always right, as they say…”

At this point, Tighnari and Collei had met you a couple of times; just enough to get familiar with what you were like. It was suffering for Tighnari to watch Cyno blush and get tongue-tied just from you looking at him or seeing Cyno stand there like a lovesick buffoon; staring at you from afar after parting ways.

Collei had listened to a few muttering complaints about Cyno’s dense attitude from Tighnari a couple of times; but she was mostly too embarrassed to try and give her own input on Cyno’s situation. The only kind of intense love she felt for someone was familial and for Amber, and Collei always thought she was too young to be thinking about things like dating…

However, she did have a varied collection of romance light novels stored away in a bin in her bedroom. This genre wasn’t something she would’ve chosen herself, but Amber seems to keep sending them for whatever reason… But, maybe these books could prove some use to Cyno! It wasn’t much, but it felt like it was the least she could do after Cyno helped her through such difficult times in the past…

She’s way too flustered to try and give these to Cyno in person, so she wraps them in paper and asks Tighnari to give them to Cyno next time he visits. Tighnari had tried asking what exactly she was giving him, but decided it wasn’t anything to worry about and gave the package to Cyno without a word.

Fair to say he was really surprised by the contents of the package, carefully reading the note Collei had written.

“I’m not exactly sure what your relationship is with (Name), but both Master Tighnari know you seem to really care about them! Amber kept giving me these books when sending letters, and I think they’d be useful for you right about now. P.S. Please don’t tell Master Tighnari I gave you these! He’d probably confiscate them if he knew… -Collei”

Cyno’s conversation with Tighnari had stuck with him for a while, he needed some time to sit on it. Sure, he liked you, but romantically? Romance was something that never interested him once, but if the context is related to you somehow, then…

He needed to confirm this possibility for himself. Next time he’d meet you, he’ll take note of how he was feeling before he saw you and after; call it a little experiment of his. Only thing is, the simple thought of running into you made Cyno more excited than it’s worth.

Poor guy just really needs a wake up call. It takes a long while for Cyno to finally stop lying to himself and say “Yes, I like them.” once he did accept this, he was still trying to wrap his brain around the concept of love. Tighnari was so relieved that the constant gnawing feeling could finally stop once his friend came to terms with his romantic attraction for you, but that would only be the beginning to a long, never-ending journey…

Now with Cyno’s acceptance arc out of the way, he decides it’s time to find a way to try and convey how he feels in a very discreet way (keyword; discreet) He had taken a few notes on the romantic novels Collei had gifted him, deducing that people favour grand romantic gestures and dates at places that ‘set the mood’, per say.

Tighnari had been convinced to help Cyno in his mission to impress you multiple times. He could have easily said no, but maybe a part of him did want to see his friend happy with someone he clearly cared a lot about.

Cyno always said went to Tighnari to discuss new ideas to win your affection; and one time he told Cyno that you probably liked people who made you laugh, and that he already had some form of advantage(?) in this category.

As soon as he said that, the pit of dread formed in his stomach once he saw the scarily excited and determined look on Cyno’s face. Now he had a new reasoning behind his jokes: one, to ‘lighten’ the mood and two, to see you happy.

“(Name).” You perked your head up from the book you were reading to look at Cyno, who was going through a set of Genius Invokation cards to match with the newest ‘meta’.

When you returned his gaze with a curious look, Cyno could feel his cheeks burn; but he kept his face apathetic, “I’d like to tell a joke.” he said.

“Sure!” You chirped back, closing the book shut and turning all your attention to your friend.

He coughs, “Why do we tell actors to ‘break a leg’?”

“I don’t know?”

“…To get into the ‘cast’.”

… Was it not funny? Cyno frowned, he was sure that’d make you laugh, maybe if he were to explain it then—

“Hehe… Ahaha…!” you cut off his thoughts when he heard you laugh, a sweetly airy and genuine giggle that matched perfectly with the adorable smile on your face. You were cute, he thought, eyes softening at your reaction only to find himself with a question that would forever be left unanswered.

Whenever he tried to make you fall for him, why would he only fall harder?

Tighnari ended up finding himself perched up in a tree while tinkering with a pair of binoculars; spying over you and Cyno’s afternoon “date”. (Collei had caught him up in a tree or two on a number of occasions, but she had managed to put the pieces together on what he was doing and to not interfere despite how curious she was…)

I don’t think it could even be called a date, it was more like a casual hangout between two people but one of them had happen to be sickly smitten over their friend. It had taken an embarrassing amount of courage for Cyno to ask you out to lunch, Tighnari quietly hyping him up and sending a weak thumbs up before watching him go and talk to you.

It had been going well so far, Tighnari ignoring the way Cyno sometimes tripped up on his words or looked like he was desperately trying to hold it together; but well enough that the two of you were having a good time. He zoomed further in, amplifying the focus as he watched you two casually talk and walk along the path leading to Sumeru City.

The reason why Cyno had asked Tighnari to watch was to take notes on his ‘performance’. He already scribbled a few lines onto the paper; such as ‘body too stiff’ and ‘speak louder you lummox!!!!!’ The mostly uneventful event continued as expected, Tighnari having to awkwardly shuffle into a corner of the restaurant you ate lunch at without getting noticed by you. He was mostly waiting on Cyno to do something he had planned before the designated time of your date, which was to give you a Sumeru rose and proclaim a brief and romantic speech before you left.

When that moment did come, the words only got caught in Cyno’s throat when you innocently turned to look at him after grabbing your attention. Was is always this difficult to speak? Or was it just your glowing radiance that made the matra quite literally stunned. He awkwardly crumpled the small sheet of paper stuffed into the fist of his hand, eyes turned down to the grassy fields supporting his feet before pulling a Sumeru rose from behind his back.

Cyno saw your eyes widen slightly in his peripheral vision, before a smile spread across your face with no restraint.

“…I had fun today, and I heard people give each other gifts to show their appreciation. So this is for you.” he quietly choked out, hand extended outwards to you and praying you didn’t see the slight quiver in his fingertips and palms sweating.

“Pff— Ahahahah…! I may or may not have gotten a rose for you, too…” you sheepishly reached behind you to reveal a freshly picked red rose in your grasp, its petals still in full bloom and painted in a beautiful red like wine.

When did you get that? He was sure he would’ve noticed it… Also, was he dreaming right now? He honestly felt like he may of passed out right then are there, but he quietly plucked the flower from your hands as you did the same. Cyno stared at it contemplated, staring at the individual petals before looking back at you with disbelief.

“But, why…?”

You cocked your head to the side confused, “Why? I think we both know the answer, wouldn’t you agree?” you smiled knowingly at the white haired man in front of you, grinning at his cutely dumbfounded expression.

“Your friend Tighnari knows a lot about plants, so I’m sure he knows the meaning of certain flowers…” your words trailed off and eyes wandered to the rose in Cyno’s hand, Cyno missing the red tint on your cheeks as you turned away.

“I should get going now.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Oh, no need. The sun’s just start setting, I’ll be okay. Be safe on your way home, Cyno!” you waved happily goodbye, quickly setting off on your way while Cyno stood there—slowly watching your form walk towards the horizon until he couldn’t see you anymore.

He looked down at the red rose, the meaning behind them…

“All roses tend to flourish best in full sunlight.” Tighnari approached Cyno slowly from behind, stretching his arms and turning to look at him with a somewhat smug smile tugging at his lips “They grow in moist, well-drained soil in warm environments. And as for the meaning…

The red variety symbolize passion and love. Some think the deeper the shade represents how committed you are to someone; but it depends on the person. I suppose. What do you think, Cyno?”

Really, he couldn’t be more happier.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #cyno x reader #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #cyno fluff #cyno smut #cyno fanfic #cyno #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #tighnari

[certifiedtrashmouth]

Oh gosh I don’t wanna repeat someone and I’m not sure about Xmas traditions but what about ridiculous stocking stuffers w Eddie? Fluff/humor.

oh, god. this one also got out of hand. started in light-hearted fun and ended in fluff that had me screaming into my pillow. i'm sorry for the length.

good for one kiss (eddie munson x reader)

warnings: none really. mentions of penis??? (eddie makes a joke about his dick and there's mention of a blowjob but no description lol), mentions of cigarettes, idiots in love. best friends to lovers.

“What am I supposed to do with a single piece of gum?” 

“What am I supposed to do with a single cigarette?” 

“Smoke it, idiot.”

“It’s broken, idiot.” 

“Oh.” 

You and Eddie sit cross-legged across from each other on his bed on Christmas Eve, partaking in your annual gift exchange. But there was a catch; each year, you exchanged stockings, only gifting each other what you could fit in the glorified, fleece-lined socks. There had only been two exceptions to the rule of the years - the year you’d gifted Eddie his first professional-grade amp and he’d bawled like a baby (once he’d dried his tears, he’d threatened you and Wayne both endlessly about ever letting the story leave the room. The two of you had exchanged a look, though, knowing neither of you would ever let him live it down.) and the year Eddie had bought you your first acoustic six-string with the promise of lessons from him (it was onyx black and shined with promise as Eddie explained the two of you needed to use paint markers to decorate it). 

It was going on five years of the tradition that had stemmed from both of you never being able to afford much for each other, but still wanting to show you care nevertheless. And as the years had gone on, the gifts had slowly found their rhythm. There was always a perfect mixture of cliche throwaway gifts, gag gifts, and gifts so sentimental that some tears were sure to be shed by one of the parties. 

“I didn’t think it would break,” you scrunch your nose slightly as Eddie holds up the cigarette, limp from the crack in the middle of it. 

“What did you expect, just throwing it in here like that?” Eddie laughs, not bothered in the slightest. He had a pack of Camels snug in the pocket of his leather jacket slung over his desk chair. It was the thought that counted, after all. 

“I expected it to be absolutely fucking invincible for how expensive the pack was,” you whine, and he can’t help but watch you with bemusement, “I spent my last dollar from my tips on that damn pack.” 

The mention of that softens the look in Eddie’s eyes. He knew the two of you struggled to come up with enough money to even keep up this tradition; he had hardly seen you due to how many spare shifts you’d been picking up at Benny’s the last few weeks. 

You catch the look, immediately straighten up, “No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Munson. I can see you going there. Come back to me, idiot.” 

Idiot. The term of endearment you’d coined for him since you’d first met in sophomore year of high school. He’d heard it in a dozen different tones - elated, annoyed, exhausted - but not a single one held an ounce of genuine negativity towards him. You made idiot sound like my love. 

He wasn’t your lover, though. He kicked himself in the shins every morning over it, always telling himself that today was the day and I’m going to tell her how I feel finally. 

Spoiler alert. He never did. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he offers up his own loving nickname for you, “I just know you’ve been busting your ass at Benny’s-” 

“Yes, I have, because I want to spoil you for the holidays. I don’t regret a single second of it. Even when those creepy old men tried to shove the dollar bills in my shirt rather than just hand them to me.”

You both laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been very funny when it happened, leading to you calling Eddie crying and him coming to your rescue, but enough time had passed to see the humor in it all. 

The rest of the gift exchange goes as expected for the most part. The gag gifts pull the appropriate amount of laughter, and the more genuine gifts pull a softness out of each other that nearly had each of your eyes’ pupils forming hearts. 

Eddie fawns over a pack of pics you’d had customized with Corroded Coffin’s logo, and you react just as bluntly as expected when you pull a long red candle from your stocking, looking up to Eddie blankly. 

“For when I finally sacrifice you in the woods,” he explains with a cheesy grin, “Gotta have candles if we’re going to worship Satan, sweetheart.” 

“Ha-ha,” you dead pan, tilting your head slightly as you keep a straight face, completely unimpressed, “You’re hilarious, Munson.” 

“Hey, I could have made a sex joke,” he throws up his hands in a defensive manner, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the ground in faux shyness. 

“Yeah, yeah - you could have made a sex joke,” you mumble as you shove the candle to the side, a smile still escaping the corners of your mouth. 

“As a matter of fact, I still can. Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you replaced my stocking this year, darling, and that it’s noticeably larger. Finally big enough to fit over my massive dic-” 

“You’re disgusting,” you interrupt, grabbing the candle and now whacking one of his knees with it, making him fall victim to an uncontrollable giggling fit, “Have you ever been told that? Let me be the first to tell you - you’re absolutely vile, Edward Munson.” 

You don’t mean it, and he knows you don’t. You’re both laughing too much over it. 

You’re starting to get to the bottom of the stockings now. You each have an odd arrangement of candy that had been included in each respective stocking - Eddie is socking on a blue jolly rancher, being sure to make annoying slurping noises to get a rise out of you, as you nibble on a miniature candy cane. There’s only one gift left in your stocking, a small box that you only reach for once you rewrap the candy cane in the plastic wrap it’d come in that you’d saved to avoid getting sticky fingers. 

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling it out and letting the empty stocking fall into your lap. 

Eddie looks up from where he was preoccupied with attempting to open another jolly rancher. His eyes light up from the present in your palm, “Oh, only saving the best one for last, sweet thing.” 

You look at him questioningly, but begin to slide your finger under the delicate edge of the small box regardless. It takes concentration to pry open the box without tearing it, but you do, you gasp. 

In a bed of cotton, there’s a necklace. 

It looks like a copy of Eddie’s signature pick necklace. But instead of the dark swirling black between clouds of burgundy red, it shines with pearlescent opal white and ruby red, glimmering on a silver chain as if it were made of jewels. 

When you gently lift it from the box, it’s clear it’s not a real pick. It’s heavier - Hell, it might actually be made of gemstones. 

“Eddie-” you gasp, cutting yourself off, mesmerized by the beauty. 

He’s nearly shaking with delight, “It’s a locket. Look, open it.” 

You see what he means immediately, realizing that the weight was from the thickness of the faux pick. There’s a subtle seam, with a silver lock on the side that clicks gently when you press on it. The locket swings open, and inside is a snug photo of you and Eddie. You can pinpoint exactly when the photo was taken; it was at your birthday party two years ago, both of you laughing with cake icing on the tips of your nose. The photo is in dramatic black and white, but you can still picture how obnoxiously red your cheeks were with Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you two lost it over God knows what. 

You feel yourself beginning to tear up, completely stunned, “I- Oh my God, Eddie. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with how I’m the best friend ever,” he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you let out a breathless laugh. 

“It’s…God, it’s beautiful. This- This is too much, Eddie. I can’t imagine how expensive-”

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, waving his hands frantically, refusing to listen to your lecture. He didn’t care if it had cost him everything he owned, down to the clothes on his back - it was worth it to see that look on your face. “Don’t even start, sweetheart. One of Wayne’s friends at the plant has a wife who makes jewelry for a living. We got the family discount because she thought the idea was so dang adorable,” his voice pitches to mock the mystery woman, and it makes you tearily laugh some more. 

You look back down at the open locker, finger tracing over the opposite side from the photo. 

E. It’s engraved in cursive. As if you’d ever forget the initial of the boy in the photo - the boy in front of you. 

“You really had to choose the photo that made me look like a dork, didn’t you?” you softly tease under your breath, staring at the memory in unfiltered fondness. 

“Someone’s got to keep you humble,” he retorts. 

You ignore his comment, standing quickly and holding the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on?” 

He doesn’t hesitate to leap off the bed to your side, taking the chain gingerly before you turn and face your back to him. His movements are careful and deliberate as he brushes your hair off to the side, cold fingers skimming over your skin and sending shivers down your spine before he loops the necklace around the front of your chest. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp for a few moments before finding success. 

“Aha! Perfect,” he claps as you spin around, grinning giddily at the weight that sits naturally between your collarbones. It gives you a sense of security, a sense of comfort, a sense of home. 

“Thank you, Eddie,” you earnestly say, voice crumbling with emotions as your smile shines and you lift a hand to pinch the necklace between two fingers. The locket is smooth as you rub over it, “I love it.” 

His face reflects your happiness right back before you suddenly throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. He returns it immediately, squeezing you back just as strongly. You both melt into the hug, comfortable as you eventually beginning to just-barely-sway in the middle of Eddie’s room, chests pressed together as hearts beat in sync. 

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair before placing a chaste kiss on your temple. 

“Merry Christmas, Eds.” 

You finally pull away, both of you returning to your original positions on the bed. Gifts are scattered around you, mixing with candy and wrappers, as Eddie pulls up his stocking and begins to shake it upside down. 

“There’s not any more gifts, Eddie, you already opened them-” you cut yourself off, the smile that had your cheeks aching still fading when a piece of paper flutters from his stocking. 

Oh no. 

“No more gifts, you say?” he smirks in your direction, picking up the folded note, “What’s this, then?” 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You’d forgotten about that. When you’d been wrapping Eddie’s gifts the night before, Robin had joined you to keep you company. The two of you had broken into a few bottles of wine around the house when you had a bright idea (at least, at the time it seemed bright. Now, it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. Ever.). Coupons for Eddie, ranging from redemption for kisses to redemption for more… explicit acts. To be fair, Robin had egged you on, knowing of your hopeless crush of two years on your best friend. You’d folded each ‘coupon’ and sealed them with kisses from red lipstick the two of you had dug out of your desk drawers. You’d chickened out when the buzz from the wine faded, and pulled all of the ridiculous notes out before properly filling the stocking with his actual gifts. 

Or at least, you thought you’d gotten all of the notes out. Clearly, you hadn’t. 

“Don’t open that!” you blurt out, lurching forward and attempting to snatch the paper from Eddie. It only makes his smirk grow, hand shooting out away from you, glancing wildly between you and the kiss-stained paper. 

“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he mocks, pulling a face at you as he brings the paper back to his face, beginning to unfold it. 

“No, Eddie, seriously, don’t read it. Please. It was so stupid, I- Robin and I were drinking, and I just…” you trail off in your explanation as he completely disregards you and his eyes trail over your scribbled words. 

You didn’t even know which one had been left behind. You could only hope it was one of the less vulgar ones. 

“Is this a joke?” he asks softly. You’re shocked - you’d expected merciless teasing. Not whatever look was currently in his eyes. 

“What?” you ask, trying to peer over to see what the paper said. Depending on which dumb coupon it was, your answer would change, “I- Sort of. Maybe. No. I don’t know.” 

You begin to wring your hands in your lap, waiting for him to respond. You felt so nauseated you considered escaping to the bathroom. Maybe you could die of embarrassment in the Munson men’s bathtub. 

But then you remember it’s the Munson men’s bathtub, and decide the better fate may lay here, Eddie glancing up at you with moving curiosity, eyebrows furrowed. 

Your cheeks burn crimson as you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole. 

“Yes or no? Is it a joke?” he asks again, a stern tone that manages to not come across angry. 

Your stomach and chest twist in sync, “No. It isn’t a joke.” 

Suddenly, Eddie is taking the note and thrusting it towards you, eyes blown wide and chest heaving. 

“Then I’d like to redeem it now, please.” 

You don’t realize it, but the room had started spinning the moment Eddie had read what was written down. It felt like a dream - a dream he’d indulged in with no hopes of it ever coming true for an embarrassingly long amount of time now. 

Your hands shake as you reach out to take the note from him, and you look down to see just how much drunk you had screwed you over in this moment. 

In your messy handwriting, it reads: Coupon for Eddie Munson - good for one (1) kiss. To be redeemed at Eddie’s discretion. 

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't a vulgar one, before the reality of what Eddie had just requested hits you.  

“Did you just- did you just say you want to redeem it now?” 

Eddie nods, a determined look crossing his face, “Yes, please.” 

You both stare at each other for a moment, letting the emotions in the air sink in. It takes a moment before you both break out into withheld, shy smiles. 

“Okay,” you sigh. 

Before you can overthink it, you’re both leaning forward, Eddie’s hands cupping your cheeks as his lips meet yours tenderly. It’s just a peck, nothing more, but it sends your heart into cardiac arrest. You can still taste the jolly ranchers on his lips, and he tastes the sweet mint of the candy cane on yours. 

You both pull back slightly, his hands not leaving your face, knees pressing together. Your eyes had fluttered close, and you don’t have the guts to open them quite yet and face the consequences of what had just happened between the two of you. 

“I like you,” you admit quietly, your entire body tensing as you await rejection.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you’re met with the sound of Eddie’s gentle voice, “I like you, too.” 

Your eyes finally spring open to already find him staring at you with adoration. “You do?” 

“Of course I do, sweetheart. I let you touch my first sweetheart. I only give that privilege to the prettiest of girls,” he laughs, eyes flickering to your lips but still keeping his distance. 

“You’ve only let me have that privilege.” 

“Exactly.” 

He finally closes the distance again, lips slotting against yours as if they’re meant to be. Something clicks in the Universe, something that says that this is right and meant to happen. Two years of silent and hopeless pining, only to find out both your feelings were returned. It leaves the two of you delirious as you both deepen the kiss. Somehow, Eddie ends up scooting up his bed until his back meets the wall where his headboard would be if he had one, you straddling his lap. It’s all still so innocent; just the two of you, soft and sickly sweet kisses as you hold one another as if you expect the other to vanish. 

“Merry Christmas, Eds,” you repeat your earlier statement and reach up to his gifted locket on instinct now. It feels right. You and him this close, you and him kissing, the photo of you resting against your chest where it belongs. 

“Best Christmas ever,” he chuckles before he captures you in another kiss. 

He’s right. It’s safe to say the two of you struggle to ever top that Christmas. You make it a running joke to always include coupons in his stocking from that year on. Each year, the coupons get better, sometimes raunchy and sometimes just downright adorable. 

Good for one cuddle. 

Good for one blowjob (don’t waste it).

Good for one surprise date night. 

They’re always fairly clever, and each year, he thinks you get closer to topping that first note. 

But it’s not until years down the road, when the two of you sit across from each other in your now shared living room, in some big city you now call home, that he knows that he had finally topped that year. The look on your face when you dig into the bottom of your stocking, finding the small box that contains the diamond ring he’d been saving up for ever since that first kiss, tells him everything he needs to know. 

It’s still pretty nice when he hears you squeal yes out loud, though.

#twenty four hours of christmas #writing #asks #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #this one... this one got to me #but in a soft way

[scarlett-vixen]

Wake Up

A/n: This is the longest fic I’ve ever written and I apologize for making you read this.

Summary: A quick trip to the woods for potion ingredients takes a turn as the group is attacked by a wild creature and Mammon is injured.

Cw: no established relationship but Mammon/MC have feelings for each other, angst, death, survivor’s guilt, hallucinations, minor psychotic break, hurt/comfort, as always let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 10k

The Devildom was full of mystery, wonder and more than anything: danger. Over the course of your stay you had grown accustom to the brothers protecting you from dangerous situations, always promising to keep you safe no matter what, but what were you supposed to do when the protecting went too far and cost them their life? What were you supposed to do when it was your fault?

“Yer sure we couldn’t have just bought this at a store in town?” Mammon asked, dodging another large tree branch. “Seems like a lotta work for two ounces of venom.”

“You didn’t have to join us Mammon. I need this for a potion and it works better fresh, if you’re scared you can always turn back and head home.” Satan offered, still looking straight ahead.

“Hey! I ain’t scared! Just think it’s a waste of MC’s time, makin’ ‘em walk all this way…it’s dangerous for humans out here ya know!!” He huffed while crossing his arms.

“I asked to join him Mammon,” You chimed in. “I wanted to see how you obtain the venom for this sleep serum and Satan said I could come along, you’re the one who suddenly started running after us!” You rolled your eyes as you teased him.

“Well, yeah! Can’t let ya wander off into the Forest of Terror! Ya might get eatin by somethin!” exaggerating his dismay, Mammon threw his hands up.

“No one calls it that Mammon,” Satan sighed, aggravation apparent in his tone. “Except for maybe children…which I guess you classify as, so never mind.”

The second born scoffed and started mumbling to himself, you simply laughed and turned back to Satan.

“Why do kids call it the Forest of Terror?”

“Probably because that’s what their parents have taught them, it’s a good way to keep young demons out of these woods, less chance of them getting attacked and injured.” The fourth born stopped, checked his surroundings, and then started off to the right.

“Young demons? But aren’t all demons born with powers?” You followed him.

“Well, yes. But young demons cannot fully control their powers and are also more susceptible to poisons and venoms than adult demons. That’s the main reason these woods are so dangerous for them, there’s a species native to this area that secretes a venom strong enough to kill a young demon.” He explained.

“W-what about an adult demon?” Mammon asked, now holding onto the back of your hoodie.

“It would paralyze them for about a week.” As Satan spoke you made a connection.

“Let me guess, that’s the creature we’re looking for?”

“Precisely,” The Avatar of Wrath beamed, he adored how well you listened to his ramblings. “Although the veonm is also very poisonous to humans as well, you would do best to stay with Mammon and let me obtain it MC.”

“Of course!” You turned to see Mammon—now holding onto your shoulders with is head right next to yours—looking over his shoulder at the trees around you. “Someone has to keep him safe.”

“Hang on a minute!” Mammon started. “Yer telling me we have to get the venom from a RedFang?! That’s insane! Those things are super aggressive!”

“Dear brother, I’m the Avatar of Wrath…I am aggression!” Satan sighed once more while shaking his head.

“What’s a RedFang?” Typically, you would have been embarrassed to ask so many questions, but you knew Satan loved to spout knowledge more than anything.

“That’s not their real name,” Satan chuckled. “That’s just what Mammon and the other fledgling demons call them. Their real name is Mors Lupus, or Death Wolf…which isn’t very comforting I suppose.”

“Huh, Death Wolf…sounds like a really great name for a death metal band!” You joked, trying to help Mammon relax. In the few moments of silence between the group after your joke, the air was filled with a horrifying noise. It started as a low deep growl, slowly rising in pitch and then transitioned into a screech so earsplitting and shrill you were sure your ear drums would rupture. “What the hell was that?”

“That would be your death metal band preparing to perform, get down!” Satan pulled you down with him behind a large bush, Mammon dove to the ground soon after. “We don’t want to be spotted.”

“How the hell do ya plan on getting venom without being spotted??” Mammon whisper shouted from the fetal positions he was in.

“I just need to obtain a small amount, typically Death Wolves leave behind trace amounts when they bite into their food, fortunately for us that was a hunting signal. We just have to wait for it to eat and then leave so I can extract the venom I need.” Satan sat up enough to see over the top of the bush. “You two stay here, I’ll go closer and be back once I have the sample.”

Satan checked his surroundings again before making his way towards the sound of some creature feeding on its prey. You looked down at Mammon to find him already scrambling to sit up, once seated upright, you could tell he was much closer to you than he intended by the obvious blush on his face.

“Hey handsome, guess we’re alone now~” You teased and winked, watching his whole face turn bright red.

“S-STOP MESSIN WITH ME!” He was whisper screaming again. “Can’t keep ya safe if you’re distractin me like that!” You tried to muffle your laughter. It was too easy to fluster him, which made it your favorite thing to do.

“I’m very sorry,” Your tone slightly sarcastic and teasing. “Please, Great Mammon, keep me safe from the big bad wolf of the woods, oh please don’t let him eat me!” You dramatically fell against him, covering your face with one arm.

“Told ya to stop being cute…” The second born mumbled, cheeks still burning and heart racing. You were busy laughing quietly to yourself and didn’t notice him watching you, your smile was breath taking to him, before he realized it he was leaning over attempting to steal a kiss without you noticing. Just as his cheek brushed against yours a nearby bush rustled, causing you to jerk your head the opposite way. “Damnit…”

“What was that?” You leaned around the bush to see if you could spot the source. You looked in the direction Satan had headed toward and saw nothing; the sound of the creature feeding had stopped and you figured he was collecting the venom finally. You turned to your left and spotted a little tail sticking out of a bush a few feet ahead, curious about the animal you left your spot behind the bush and snuck over to the other.

Moving a few branches and peering inside you saw a small black creature that resembled a puppy, but slightly different. It’s fur was unusually dark, two small fangs peeked out from under its lips, it looked up at you with its little red eyes and swished its tail in an excited motion.

“Oh, look how cute you are!” You cooed, keeping your voice low.

“MC get away from there! What are ya even lookin at? The Great Mammon is far more interesting than whatever is in that bush!” Mammon called.

“There’s a puppy in this bush! He’s so little and all alone!” You turned to look at Mammon and saw him pouting, one arm propped up on his knee, his chin resting in his palm, angrily scrolling through his phone, clearly annoyed that you left him to investigate. The bush in front of you rustled some more, this time several twigs snapped as well, wondering if the young pup had gotten stuck you turned back around to help it. Only the puppy was gone, in its place was a paw larger than your head attached to a tree trunk of a leg. You looked up and froze, your blood ran cold and goosebumps covered your arms, you slowed your breathing trying to move as little as possible.

Directly in front of you stood a creature with jet black fur, somewhat resembling a canine but on all four legs it stood nearly six feet high you guessed. Its hackles contained what appeared to be quills, the claws on its feet looked sharp enough to take down a small tree in one cut, its head was hung low and its lips curled upward in a snarl revealing several massive teeth and two crimson red fangs, an orange slime dripping off one and landing on the grass below causing it to shrivel and wilt.

You didn’t have to guess what this thing was.

“Run.” Your voice low and shaky, you took one step backwards.

“What? MC are ya trying to play with that thing.” Mammon looked up from his phone and caught sight of the creature. “Shit.”

“RUN!”

You took off, sprinting back the way you came, the earsplitting screech from before was now much closer and you suddenly realized what prey felt like. You turned to look over your shoulder for Mammon, he was nowhere to be seen but the RedFang was already giving chase, you were running for your life but knew your tiny legs were no match for that beast.

“Mammon!” His name ripping from your throat a little more desperately than you had planned. The growls and shrieks behind you were drawing closer, you cussed out Diavolo in your mind for not enforcing some type of gym class to keep you in shape.

“I gotcha!” His voice closer than you expected. You looked back again for your demon but only saw your hunter uncomfortably close to you, shutting your eyes in fear you suddenly felt his arms wrap around your waist and your feet left the ground. Eyes still shut you were able to turn and grab onto Mammon’s jacket, burying your face in his neck at the same time. The air started rushing past you rapidly and Mammon’s chest felt rather exposed, you lifted your head to confirm your suspicions, in his demon form Mammon had scooped you up to fly you out of harm’s way. “Told ya I couldn’t let ya get eatin!”

Reaching the outer edge of the woods, Mammon landed and set you down. Looking around you realized you were back at the entrance where the three of you had started your journey. You felt a knot in your stomach forming.

“What about Satan?” You were almost too nervous to ask.

“He’ll be alright, don’t worry.” He was trying to comfort you but seemed a little anxious himself. “Listen MC, we got lucky this time! Ya gotta be more careful, I don’t want anything bad happenin’ to ya.”

“That’s sweet Mams,” Though he avoided eye contact, you could see the blush creeping up on his cheeks. Ever since Lucifer had appointed him as your guardian, Mammon made it his personal mission to keep you safe no matter the situation. Recalling the many times he had been there to keep you out of trouble, you vowed to make it up to him once this was all over with. “Don’t worry, next time I’ll—”

Cut off by the sound of rustling leaves, you eagerly turned your head hoping to see Satan emerge from the forest, a knot formed in your stomach when a familiar sound began to accompany the rapidly approaching footsteps. A small black blur emerged from the bushes lining the edge of the woods, it was running full speed at you with no signs of stopping, instincts taking over your body you dodge the creature at the last second. Making impact with the ground, the creature stumbled a few times trying to get back up, as it did you were able to get a clear look at its form.

Jet black fur, small little legs with razor sharp claws, short quills on the back of its neck, small blood orange fangs; this had to be a juvenile RedFang. Finally regaining its balance, the small hunter set its sights on you again, a softer version of the low growl from its larger counterpart rumbling through its chest.

“HEY!,” Mammon yelled, raising his wings to intimidate the small pup. “You want them? Yer gonna have to go through me!”

As if accepting the challenge the young RedFang charged at you once more, quills raised and fangs bared, it was much faster than the adult had been. The next few moments seemed to happen in slow motion. You froze as it leapt into the air directly at your face, you felt a hand on your chest and suddenly you were falling to the ground. Mammon stood in your place, wings open wide to shield you and prevent harm.

There was a sharp yelp and suddenly the creature was falling over the second borns shoulder, as it tumbled to the ground and landed next to your own fallen form you felt a sharp sting in your right arm. The young pup met your gaze and quickly took off back into the woods, limping slightly as it did.

“Yeah that’s right! You better run punk!,” You stood up and shook your fist at your attacker. You winced as pain coursed through your arm, looking down you saw a small scratch with a thin stream of blood oozing from it. “Psh, you call that a wound? Better luck next time kid. Thanks for protecting me Mams.”

You were fidgeting with your torn sleeve awaiting his response…you quickly stopped when nothing was said in return.

“Mammon?”

A gentle wind through the trees the only response.

“Mammon…”

Your voice a combination of confusion and concern. You looked over your shoulder to see the demon laying on his side, his back facing you, one wing draped over himself with the other folded beneath his body, you watched for a second and saw no rising of his chest.

Something was wrong.

“Mammon?”

Your voice rising an octave out of fear. You scrambled over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention, his skin felt cold beneath your touch. Your heart began to race, your mind started to cloud with emotions, you braced yourself and pulled him towards you. His body followed your command all too easily and a pain ran through your body. His massive wing still covered his chest but his head lolled to the side and you saw your fears coming to life. His eyes shut and lips turning a light blue.

“No…”

You placed a hand on his face and your heart lurched, his usual warm skin was ice cold and color was beginning to drain.

“Please Mammon, don’t…”

You lifted your other hand, shaky and hesitant to move, you reached out and lightly brushed his wing. You argued with yourself, you tried to convince your mind that you were wrong, that there was a different outcome to this, that when you moved his wing he would grab your hand and tell you it was some cruel prank and you’d both laugh while you scold him.

So, you lifted his wing. You saw his chest. You saw the quill.

And you knew.

“Please no…” The plea came out soft and broken. “Mammon…Mammon!” You jostled his shoulder knowing damn well there would be no response. Yet you begged. You grabbed his hand and felt the tears running down your face, watching them land on his jacket. Your chest grew tight, you screwed your eyes shut and your breathing became choppy. You fought back the sadness, you fought against the guilt, you fought so hard against the anger. But you lost the battle.

His name ripped from your chest like a battle cry, clawing its way out of your throat with a force that took all the air from your lungs with it, echoing into the sky as you gripped his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. Your tears began to mix with the blood that trailed his chest, apologies fell from your lips and onto an empty audience, the anger inside grew like a raging fire threatening to scorch everything around you.

Heavy footsteps and snapping twigs broke through the sound of your cries. You spun your head towards the forest, taking a defensive crouch over your fallen demon, your sadness shifted to full rage and you readied yourself for a fight.

Bring it on you bitch.

“MC! MC is that you?” a familiar voice called, laced with concern. Shortly after, Satan emerged from the tree line, covered in dirt, scrapes on his arms and neck, out of breath and in demon form. “I heard you scream and then your wrath spiked resulting in— are you okay?”

Satan slowly approached while looking you over, noticing the way you were positioned in front of his brother, the scratch on your arm, and the anger on your face. His face dropped as he saw the tears in your eyes, the blood on your hands, and he began to make the connection. Your throat felt tight and all words escaped you, the hand you still held was growing colder with each passing moment. You moved so that Satan could see just what had sent you into such a state, he dropped to his knees beside you and grabbed Mammon’s wrist, after a few seconds he reached up to Mammon’s neck. You knew what he was looking for.

You knew he wouldn’t find it.

“MC, I—” Satan’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard before, it broke your heart even more. His eyes scanned over Mammon’s body and then looked to you, he searched for words, any words at all to fill the haunting silence that surrounded you both. His mind was blank.

“He’s gone… isn’t he?” The question burned your throat like acid.

“Yes…” Voice shaky and tears brimming in his eyes. You threw your arms around Satan and let yourself breakdown, burying your face in his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt, screaming into his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist, you felt his horn gently nudge your head then his face nuzzle softly into your hair, you felt his chest heave and his fingers dig into your skin. The Avatar of Wrath began to sob violently along with you, both trying to seek comfort and unsure of what to do. One thing was clear though.

This was all your fault.

---

The sky was dark and rain began to fall onto the ground below. Umbrellas opened and people started to make their way down the sidewalk and out the gate in front of the House of Lamentation. You sat upstairs on the ledge of the massive window that overlooked the front yard, rain gently tapping against the colorful stained glass. Watching demons and succubi alike say their goodbyes and leave, the funeral had ended five hours ago but for some forsaken reason there had been a “grieving ceremony” held at the house. You wanted nothing to do with it. You wanted to hide away, none of these people knew Mammon the way you did. None of them felt the way you did about him. They all seemed so fake.

“It’s not your fault. You do know that, right?” A stoic voice broke the silence and crawled under your skin like an unwelcomed guest. What did he know? “Please, MC it’s not fair to blame yourself. The quills on RedFang younglings are incredibly poisonous, there’s nothing you could have done to save him.”

“But someone else could have saved him?” You snapped.

“Excuse me?”

“You said there was nothing I could have done, which implies that anybody else could have saved him! What you’re saying is I was too weak; I didn’t have what it took to keep him safe!” You rose to your feet and looked him dead in the eyes. “All he ever did since the day I got here was look out for me and keep me safe! But I couldn’t do the same. He was trying to protect me and I got him killed!”

The tears flowed down your cheeks once more, but this time it was mostly out of anger. You stood your ground and Lucifer seemed stunned, unprepared for you to snap at him that way.

“That’s not what I meant. I apologize. I just don’t want you to blame yourself for this.” Lucifer reached a hand out but you pulled away, side stepping to walk around him. Enough visitors had left by now that you could safely make it to your room without being stopped.

---

You stripped out of your funeral attire and threw on your pajamas, curling up on your bed you tried to force yourself to sleep, despite your attempts you were still wide awake. Staring at the ceiling and swimming in guilt, the weight on your chest increasing with each passing minute, you sat up and hugged your knees. Glancing over on your nightstand you saw the framed photo that would now haunt you, a picture of Mammon at the carnival last month, his signature smile radiating through the frame, next to the picture was a vile of sleep potion that Satan had left you. He created a decent amount using the RedFang serum he had collected and gave you a small portion to study.

“If ever there was a time…” You mumbled to yourself. Pulling the dropper out of the top, you stuck your tongue out and let one single drop fall against it. A tingly sensation crawling up your tongue and down your throat, a sweet flavor washing over your taste buds, a sudden warmth filling your body. “It…actually tastes good” You said to your empty room before placing another drop on your tongue.

Your body suddenly felt lightweight, as if you could float to the ceiling if you jumped hard enough, you could feel your muscles relaxing, your eyelids grew heavy, all sounds inside the house stopped. You managed to close the vile just before your body crashed against the mattress and you were pulled into a deep sleep.

---

This was one of the most peaceful sleeps you had experienced in a while, alone on a hilltop underneath a blanket of stars, a gentle breeze blowing, the only thing that could make this better would be—

“MC?” his voice piercing your heart.

“Mammon?” You turn and see the second born approaching you in his human form. Your chest aches, how cruel was your mind to bring him here to you like this. “I know it’s not really you, this is just a dream…”

“What? Ya mean ya don’t recognize your first man?” He sulked.

“No I, I know it’s you but its not…you. You’re not real… you’re not alive.” The last three words becoming  a whisper.

“ME? Course I’m alive!” Mammon beamed, throwing one arm over your shoulder.

“No, Mammon! You’re not! I was there, I saw it happen! I went to your funeral!” Your voice wavering. His touch felt so real, like his hand was actually there, like maybe this wasn’t a dream…but you knew it was. You hated how wrong this all felt.

“Then I’ll prove I’m alive, I’ll tell ya something that only I would know!” He leaned in closer to your ear and yet when he spoke it was almost like an echo being heard from a distance. “I gotcha a gift, I bought it off Akuzon so it took a while to get here. It’s in the trunk of my car, I was gonna give it to you before we left but I got nervous.”

He turned and suddenly the car from his room was parked right beside him, Mammon opened the trunk and pulled out a small pink box with a gold ribbon tied around it. Holding it in one hand he held it out towards you, as you took the box you noticed the familiar blush on his cheeks, he was always so sweet on you and you took it for granted. You felt tears making their way to the surface but you fought them back as you held the small box in your hands.

“It’s very pretty… can I open it?” You asked hesitantly.

“Course ya can! There’s just one thing I need ya to do first.” Mammon’s face switched from his typical goofy grin to a more serious look.

“What?”

“I need ya to wake up.” His voice soft. He took one of your hands and held it gently in his. His touch was warm and soft, just the way it had always been.

“Wake up? But I don’t—”

A sudden gasp for air and your eyes flew open. You were back in your room, on your bed in your pajamas, the lights were off now though. Assuming one of the brother’s—probably Beelzebub on his way to the kitchen—had turned them off, you tried to make sense of everything else that had happened. It was only three a.m. so no one else was up yet but you saw no point in going back to sleep, not after that.

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“MC don’t you think this is a little…odd?”

The brothers had been concerned about your silence at breakfast but were hardly prepared for you to tell them about the dream you had last night. They were leery of what actual truth it held but they had followed you to Mammon’s room regardless. Now you and five of the brothers stood gathered around the trunk of Mammon’s car—Levi had been absent from breakfast per usual.

“No, I don’t.” You placed a hand on the trunk of the car and took a deep breath. “In my dream Mammon told me he left a gift inside here just for me. If it’s there then that proves there must be some part of him that still exists!”

“Well duh he still exists…as a corpse in the ground.” Belphie smirked but Satan quickly elbowed him.

“Are you proud of yourself for that?” The fourth born snarled.

“No… I just made myself sad again.” The youngest crossed his arms and leaned against his twin for comfort.

“Whatever, I’m opening it.” Using both hands you slowly lifted the trunk open. With bated breath the brothers all leaned in to see what it held, inside you found nothing but an old tire jack and a receipt from Majolish. “Damn.” You muttered; collective groans filled the room. Despite their skepticism, the brothers had all hoped there would be something inside worth finding.

“Geez I’ve been looking for you guys all over the place! I just got back from pawning all that crap in Mammon’s trunk and got enough money to cover what he owed me plus more! You guys want to go the new maid café?” Leviathan entered the room with a large wad of money in hand, looking at his brothers he realized he just walked in on something sensitive. “Uh…w-what happened?”

“You idiot…” Satan shook his head.

“Was there anything in the pile of crap that could’ve been a gift for me Levi?” You pushed your way through the brothers and walked down the stairs towards the third born.

“O-oh uh, y-yeah actually,” Levi dug in his pocket and pulled out a small pink box with a gold ribbon on it, just like the one Mammon gave you last night. His cheeks burned bright red as he handed it to you. “H-here, sorry. I was going to give it to you later but I—”

You shushed his rambling and slowly opened the small package. Inside the pretty pink box was a crow plushie with little golden eyes and a tag with your initials on it, your heart ached once more holding the soft bird in your hand.

“That proves it! Somehow Mammon is still alive! He’s out there somewhere and he’s speaking to me in my dreams!” You turned to face the others with an eager smile.

“MC, that seems highly unlikely. A lot of strange things happen down here but there’s never been an instance where a deceased person was able to make contact through dreams.” Lucifer looked pained as he spoke, he knew it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “I’m afraid it was a dream and nothing more.”

“Well how else would I know about the gift in Mammon’s car??” You argued.

“Simple,” Satan started. “He must have told you about it before we went into the woods and your mind blocked it out due to grief.”

“So what, are you saying I’m going crazy? That I’m just making this all up?” You became defensive.

“No not at all dear, no one thinks you’re crazy.” Asmo made his way over to you and attempted to give you comfort. “This is just hard on you that’s all. Maybe you just need a little more rest.”

“Yeah,” You looked down at the small crow. You knew there was no way Mammon had mentioned this before, he was always too excited to watch you open gifts once you knew about them. “Maybe you’re right.”

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You found yourself back on the hilltop, the stars above you shining bright, the breeze blowing softly once again. You closed your eyes and tried to concentrate, this place felt comforting, it felt familiar, it felt somewhat real but you couldn’t place why.

“Hey MC,” His voice filling your ears once more. You decided not to engage this time, it would only cause you more heart ache anyway. Keeping your eyes shut, you hear him approach you and sit down beside you. “I’m not sure if you can hear me, but I’m just gonna keep talkin’ alright?”

The former Avatar of Greed starts telling you some made up story, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter and try to will him away but it doesn’t work, why is it that you have no control over his appearance here? Frustration continues to boil in your stomach and you finally snap.

“Would you shut up?!” You opened your eyes and looked at him, that damn smile on his face like always. “Lucifer says you’re not real, you’re just a dream, and Satan says you’re only here because I feel guilty!”

“Oh yeah?,” Mammon smirks. “Well could a dream take ya on a romantic getaway to Paris?” He grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet, the hilltop and stars disappear, instead a gorgeous pink sunset and the Eiffel tower appear in their place. The air feels light and warm, a familiar scent is wafting through the air and for a moment you think of that one perfume Asmo always wears.

“Yeah, technically it could…it’s still sweet of you.” You intertwine your fingers with his and lean against his chest, you know it’s not real but you want to pretend it is, even if just for a moment.

“Then what if we shared a sleigh ride across the Antarctic?” Mammon spins you gently and as you stop, you fall seated onto a soft cushion. A large red and gold sleigh beneath you with a massive polar bear pulling you across the snow, Mammon hands you a mug of hot chocolate and you feel the warmth of the cup on the palm of your hands. He gives you a soft smile and pulls you close to him, resting your head on his shoulder you feel his warm skin against your cheeks, the faint scent of his cologne dancing its way into your mind. Your body feels relaxed, for the first time since the accident you feel happy, it’s the kind of happiness that only Mammon could bring you. Lucifer be damned, this was more proof than you needed.

“Oh Mammon, you have to be alive. I could never imagine something so sweet and romantic on my own.” You feel your face begin to heat up.

“Take my jacket treasure, ya look a little cold.” The second born removes his jacket, places it around your shoulders and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you Mams,” Pulling his jacket tightly around your shoulders you sighed. “I just wish I could convince your brothers that you’re alive!”

“You can,” He took your chin in his hand and lifted it to meet his gaze. “All ya gotta do is wake up.”

“No!” You pulled away from his hold, your heart racing. This time felt so different than the last, his touch, his jacket, the warmth on your hands, all of it felt so real. There was no way this was a dream again. “Don’t say that to me! This isn’t a dream!”

Another sharp gasp of air and you were back in your room, you sat up on the bed in a panic.

“Damnit!” You threw your head in your hands. The dark room covered you as tears quietly streamed down your face. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t you just have a normal night of sleep?

You moved your hands to wrap around your shoulders but flinched when you touched an extra layer of fabric. Pulling it off your shoulders you shuttered, there in your hands was Mammon’s jacket, the same one from your dream. “He really is contacting me…I knew it… he is alive!”

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A few hours later once your alarm went off and you ran towards the dining room, ready to show off your evidence. You barged in so quickly that you nearly tripped on the rug in the hall, a few brothers tried to greet you but you cut them off quickly.

“Mammon is alive and I have proof! He gave me his jacket last night in my dream and here it is!” You threw the jacket on the table in triumph, waiting for them to apologize for doubting you before.

“MC, that’s not Mammon’s jacket.” Asmo retorted, picking up the article of clothing and turning it over. “Mammon’s jacket is an autumn brown. This is Satan’s jacket, a hideous fashion disaster blue.”

“What?” You snatched the jacket from him and looked at it in disbelief. This jacket had been brown ten minutes ago in your room.

“Oh? I wondered where I left that!” Satan casually took the jacket. “Sorry MC, I must have left it in your room the other day.”

“But Mammon—in my dream he—when I woke up it was on me!” You protested, still trying to piece together what was happening. How could it change colors like that?

“Look MC, you’re under a lot of stress. Why don’t you sit down and join us for breakfast?” Lucifer offered.

“I don’t want breakfast! I want to know what’s going on!” You snapped.

“Everything is going to be alright hun.” You were looking directly at Asmo as he spoke but heard Beel’s voice come out instead.

“What?” You panicked.

“I said, everything’s going to be alright.” Asmo repeated in his normal voice, tilting his head in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay dear?”

“I don’t know, maybe I am freaking out a little bit.”

“A little bit? I know freak shows that aren’t this freaky.” Beel smacked his twin on the shoulder and gave him a glare.

“Be nice!” The sixth born ordered.

“I just need to relax,” You took your seat at the table finally. “Maybe I should take more of the RedFang serum.”

“You’ve been drinking RedFang serum?” Levi screeched.

“MC you need to be careful with that!” Lucifer added.

“He’s right, one drop calms you down, two drops help you sleep, but three drops and it could send you into a sleep so deep you never wake up!” Satan informed you. “MC please, do be cautious with it.”

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Later that evening, unable to relax and desperately wanting some rest, you took your vile of serum and headed to Mammon’s room. Everything was just the same way it had been before the accident, clothes still thrown on the floor, unopened packages from one of his shopping sprees, no one dared to come in here so it all remained the same. You took your usual spot on his couch and sighed heavily, it felt so different sitting here alone, no laughter, no music, no new scheme planning. Just you and the white noise of the room.

“Let’s hope this helps.” You opened the vile and pulled out the dropper. “One drop calms you,” Placing a single drop on your tongue you feel the familiar calm returning to you, the same warmth you felt before creeping slowing up your body. Your arms felt both heavy and loose, your vision starting to blur slightly. “Feeling a strong ‘calm’ today, but two drops will help me actually sleep.”

You place another drop on your tongue and wait for sleep to kick in. Time feels slow and your breathing becomes shallow but you’re still awake and longing for your best friend to be by your side. The guilt eating away at you.

“Well, three drops can’t hurt. I’m sure Satan was over exaggerating anyway…” You reached for the vile once more but your arm felt like a steel bar, your control over it was less than perfect and you accidentally swung too far to the left completely knocking the vile over. The iridescent glass shattered, serum sprayed all over the couch and rug below. “Shit!”

You panicked, not only did you just break an entire bottle of hard-to-get serum but you also just stained Mammon’s incredibly expensive couch…not that he would ever know. You jumped from the couch and ran to the bathroom in search of a towel, part of you wondered how you were able to move so quickly when moments prior your whole body felt like cement, but the other part of you was too busy freaking out to care.

You rummaged through Mammon’s cabinets for a towel yet found nothing, finally you spotted one thrown on the floor near his shower, not stopping to question why it still felt damp you ran back out to the couch. A sharp squeal escaped you and you froze in your tracks.

“Hey, treasure!”

“Mammon?” You were stunned for a moment, then something similar to relief washed over you. “Is it really you?”

“In the flesh!” He gave you a wink accompanied by his signature smirk. You didn’t understand how nor did you really care, that smile was more real than anything, he was here, he was really here! You ran to the couch and threw your arms around his neck; you felt his hand gently touch your back and you nearly melted.

“MC is everything alright? We heard you yell— Mammon?” In the doorway stood the twins, both wide eyed and in shock. Belphie, who stood slightly behind his larger half, turned and called out down the hall. Moments later you and Mammon were joined by all the brothers, each one flabbergasted by the return of the second born, questions flying out every direction. The room soon became a cacophony of noise and Lucifer was forming a headache larger than ever.

“ENOUGH!” The first born commanded. “Satan, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Me?! Why do you think I know what’s going on? Do you think this is some elaborate prank on you, because it’s not! Though it would make for a good one…” Satan trailed off.

“Hold your temper for five seconds, please!” Lucifer sighed. “I was not accusing you, I simply thought you may know what would cause this. You were at the accident with Mammon and MC, plus you have the most knowledge on Mors Lupus and the venom they secrete.”

“Right, well…” The Avatar of Wrath coughed, slightly embarrassed by his reaction. “I do have a pretty extensive knowledge on these creatures and the many uses for their venom but…I’ve never heard of this happening…”

“OOOOOOOH, this is totally like ‘That Time I Went Into The Woods And Was Attacked By A Wolf Only To Later Be Reincarnated By The Same Wolf’s Blood’!” Leviathan said in awe.

“The manga or the anime?” Belphie asked mockingly.

“The manga obviously! The anime was overrated and poorly produced.” The third born scoffed.

“Anyway,” Irritated by the interruption, Satan continued. “The only possible explanation I could give is that somehow the serum mixed with DNA on Mammon’s couch and created…this…it sounds just as idiotic out loud as it did in my mind.”

“It sounds absolutely repulsive! I don’t want to know how much of your DNA was on this couch to recreate you!” Asmo nearly gagged at the thought

“Who cares how it happened,” Beelzebub spoke up, pulling Mammon to his chest and hugging him tightly. “Mammon is back and now we’re all together again! Let’s go celebrate.”

The others all quickly agreed and headed out the door, leaving just you and Mammon alone again. Your mind was a little fuzzy from trying to understand what happened still, but your heart was happy to have him back.

“Mams I’m so glad you’re alive and okay! The guilt of me getting you killed was starting to get to me! But you’re here and you’re alive and everything is alright!” Your smile stretched from ear to ear, maybe after dinner you could finally rest peacefully.

“Well, not everything…” A solemn look covering Mammon’s face. He took your hands in his and gently ran his thumb across your palm.

“What? What do you mean?” You felt him squeeze your hands gently.

“Ya have to wake up.” This time you could see the tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes. You started to panic again.

“Wake up? No! No! I’m not—“

A bright flash of light and your eyes flew open, franticly you looked around the room. You were still in Mammon’s room, still on his couch, vile still in one piece, and still alone. Your heart dropped and your stomach churned, the line between fantasy and reality was starting to blur, at this rate you were afraid to go back to sleep. You hated not being able to tell when your mind was tricking you anymore, not knowing if you were speaking to a real person or just an illusion inside your head. You felt yourself breaking and knew being alone was only going to make it worse.

You ran upstairs and asked Lucifer to hold a family meeting, maybe talking about all this would help put your mind at ease. Once all gathered, the brothers listened to you explain your most recent reality slip, they wouldn’t voice it but you could tell Lucifer and Satan were both growing increasingly concerned about your mental state. You weren’t sure which was scarier: losing your grip on reality or the two of them getting along for once.

“I know I’m losing it, when I fall asleep I feel happy and at peace because Mammon is alive and with me, but when I’m awake my mind plays tricks on me and I can’t keep up with them anymore. In the beginning it was easy, I could tell what was fantasy and what was really happening but now…now I just don’t know anymore.” You slumped against the table and put your head in your hands.

“Please, try and take it easy MC.” Lucifer spoke calmly. “I know this is difficult, you and Mammon had a very strong bond and losing him has caused you great stress.” His voice had started off like normal but gradually rose in pitch as he spoke, by the end of his sentence it sounded as if he had inhaled helium before speaking.

“Say that again?” You raised your head to look at him, something seemed…off. He repeated his sentence to you in the unusually high voice, you started to question it but then heard Asmo speaking to you…only Asmodeus wasn’t the one talking. Turning you saw Leviathan’s mouth moving and yet for some reason Asmo’s voice was coming out, confusion covered your face but before you could say anything you noticed something odd in front of you.

The vase that sat in the center of the massive table contained seven Hell Roses, only now each rose had a tiny face and was waving its little leaves at you. Mesmerized by watching them sway back and forth you tuned out the various brothers giving you advice from the wrong bodies, all their voices were horribly distorted anyway. You watched as one rose in particular pushed itself up from the vase and crawled onto the tabletop, its roots splitting off to make little legs and using them to walk towards you, as it got closer you felt your skin crawl.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You jumped to your feet, hurling the dinner plate before you at the mobile plant, the plate shattered with no sign of the rose underneath. You looked around the table and saw six sets of eyes staring at you with deep concern.

“Darling are you alright?”

“I-I just…” Your mind was racing, your adrenaline started to pump fast and you felt nearly claustrophobic in the giant dining hall. “I need some air!”

You made a mad dash out of the house and took off into the nearby woods, there was only one way to end this, only one way to find out if you were truly crazy. You had to go back to his grave. You had to make sure he was really there.

Your feet were moving faster than your mind could keep up with, as if some unknown force was pulling you to straight to your goal, it was dark and you had no source of light but somehow you knew exactly where you were going. Stopping abruptly, you spotted his headstone, your heart raced and you questioned yourself on if this was wrong. Only for a moment though. You scrambled over to the freshly dug grave, the dirt still loose on top, and you started to dig.

Tears poured down your face and dirt caught under your nails; you were terrified. Terrified of how you were behaving and terrified of not knowing what to do once you reached his coffin. All too quickly you hit something hard, clearing away a few more handfuls of dirt you uncovered the final resting place of your love. That’s what he was after all. That’s what all this was about.

You had been plunged into a deep guilt, not only because you got your best friend killed, but because you were never honest about your feelings, with him or yourself. Love makes you do crazy things right? So it must be natural to dig up the grave of a lost love, or so you try to convince yourself. You hesitated for a minute, your hands resting against the black wood below you.

“I have to do it,” You told yourself; a pep talk of sorts before crossing a very dark line. “I have to open it and know!” You shuttered at the thought of what you’re about to do, of what you’re about to see, but tell yourself it’s the only way. “I’m so sorry Mammon…”

You closed your eyes and with one good pull you ripped the coffin open, you let out a shaky breath and opened your eyes to peer inside the box, only the box was gone.

You were back in your bedroom.

“What?” You grabbed your sheets, somehow you were back in your room and seated on your bed. Confusion and anger swirled inside your mind, what the hell was going on? “I don’t understand, how did I get here? Why am I back at the house?”

“Isn’t it obvious dear?” A sickeningly sweet voice called out. “You killed Mammon.”

A pain ran through your chest, you had felt that way all along but to hear it out loud hurt worse. You whipped your head around searching for the fifth born, ready to demand an explanation for his words. But there was no one in your room but yourself.

“Where are you…” You muttered.

“Right where you left me, killer.” You turned in the direction of his voice but only found the wall of pictures in your room. Photographs of you and the brothers from various outings and events over the last few years, your eyes scanned wildly in search of him and finally spotted your tormenter. There on your wall, inside a picture taken in the public gardens, was Asmodeus.

Only he was moving.

“What’s going on…” You backed away slightly.

“You killed our brother MC.” Asmo purred with a wicked grin on his face.

“No, I didn’t mean to! You know that!” You begged nearly.

“You killed Mammon, just like a wretched human. Always making our family smaller.” In a nearby photograph Belphegor started to speak. You shook your head in defiance, you never meant to hurt anyone. The more you pleaded for them to stop the more photos came to life, each brother was now bashing you and calling you a killer, their voices were growing louder and louder, their words repeating and echoing off each other.

Something inside you snapped, you let out a frustrated scream, ran at your wall and started ripping down the photos. Tearing them to shreds and smashing the frames onto the floor, the voices slowly faded with each destroyed picture, finally stopping when the last one was ripped in half.

“Okay, so I am insane. At least I’m sane enough to realize it.” Catching your breath you sat down on your bed again, you were more scared now than you had been during this entire ordeal. You looked over at the framed picture on your nightstand, the one with Mammon from the carnival, your eyes started to water. “Mammon, I don’t know what to do…the only time I feel safe is in my dreams with you.”

The vile next to his portrait caught your eye, you remembered what Satan said about being cautious with the serum, and you found your solution. Even if it was a grim one.

“Three drops, that’s all it takes…then maybe I can stay with you in my dreams forever.” You hesitate, holding the glass vile in your hands, turning it over a few times before opening it. You consider your options, staying here and continuing to battle against your own mind, unable to differentiate fantasy and reality while slowly slipping into madness. Or take your chances with the serum and slip blissfully into an eternal slumber where Mammon was still alive. “Here goes nothing.”

You raise the dropper to your mouth for the final time, slowly releasing the first drop.

One.

The tingling sensation makes its way through your body once more, warming you up along the way and bringing back the sweet flavor to your tastebuds. You let your body settle some and release the second drop.

Two.

Your body feels heavy again, weighing you down just like before. Your mind starts to cloud but you fight it long enough to keep the dropper still. Your hand shakes out of fear and exhaustion, you close your eyes and are met with vivid memories of the time you spent with the brothers both good and bad, you wouldn’t trade your time down here for anything in the world but living like this now is unbearable. You just need some sleep, that will fix everything. You start to squeeze the dropper.

“MC, LOOK OUT!”

Startled you let go of the dropper and it falls to the floor, you looked over and saw Mammon in the frame waving his arms wildly and pointing towards your window. You turned to see the window of your bedroom opening, as it does a large beast slinks its way into your space, the large claws and black fur send your body into shock. What the hell was that thing doing here?  

“Listen to me treasure, ya don’t wanna lie in bed forever! Ya gotta stay strong!” A slight panic in his tone.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” You broke. All the frustration, all the tears, it came boiling over. You started sobbing into your hands, you just wanted this all to stop, you just wanted to feel okay again. The RedFang in your room was now standing opposite of you, staring you down as if to challenge you.

“FIGHT IT!” Mammon yelled.

“I can’t! It’s too hard!” Ignoring the massive creature, you turned back to the little demon beside you.

“Yes you can! There ain’t no way my human would give up this easily! Ya gotta try MC, for me!” He leaned against the edge of the frame; a pleading look in his eye. You wanted to give up but you couldn’t, not when he was still fighting for you. You nodded your head in agreement but as you did a sound you knew all too well filled your room. The RedFang was now standing in the same stance it took before chasing you and Mammon, a low growl in its throat and drool dripping off its fangs, you screamed as it lunged toward you.

“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” You grabbed a nearby textbook off your nightstand and chunked it at the beast. On impact the massive creature bursts, creating hundreds of smaller RedFangs all snarling at you from the ground, a few jumped up to try and climb onto the bed but fell backwards instead. You grabbed the portrait of Mammon and pulled your knees in close; the sound of growling filled your ears, you could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Look MC, I dunno if you can actually hear me…but there’s somethin’ I wanna tell ya.” Mammon’s voice was soft but it cut through the loud room like a hot knife. “I love you…and I wish I’d told ya sooner.”

“Mammon I’m scared!” Your ears were ringing, you could practically hear your own heartbeat, the growling continued to get louder, as did your sobs. “I don’t know what to do!”

“Just wake up darlin’ please…just wake up.” His voice wavered and you watched his eyes become glossy.

“Mammon please!” You begged. “I don’t understand! How do I wake up? What do you mean?”

“Just wake up, for me…” A few tears started to make their way down his cheeks. You couldn’t stand it, watching him cry, hearing his voice break like that, this was like being stuck in your own personal hell. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed the frame against your chest, the growling below grew louder and then started to fade, in its place you heard a soft and steady beep while Mammon’s words continued. You felt something wet touch the back of your hand, afraid of what you might find you opened your eyes slowly. There was a soft light and your vision was incredibly fuzzy, blinking a few times the room started to straighten out, though it wasn’t your bedroom. You glanced around the dimly lit room and saw a tv, a wall clock, dozens of flowers, around sixteen stuffed animals, an oversized basket full of sweets, a few empty chairs and next to you was a white-haired demon, holding your hand and crying softly with his head against the bed.

“Mammon?” You called softly, afraid to find out if he was real or not.

His head jerked up, revealing bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. His hair was unkempt and he looked in desperate need of caffeine, his mouth hung open slightly and he blinked a few times before responding.

“You’re awake!” His face lit up and he did his best to erase any evidence of the tears he had shed.

“Of course, I’m awake. You wouldn’t stop waking me.” You chuckled softly. You wanted to believe this time but you were so scared to do so. Looking down you realized you were laying in an unfamiliar bed. “Where am I anyway?”

“In the hospital! Lucifer and Lord Diavolo rushed ya here right after the RedFang got ya!”

“What? No, the RedFang got you! I saw the quill in your chest, it barely scraped me with its claw!” You sat up and winced in pain, a strong heat ran through your right arm. Looking over you saw the bloody bandages covering your shoulder and bicep.

“Ya mean this?” Mammon lifted his shirt to reveal not only his incredibly toned abs and chest, but a small bandage placed exactly where you had seen the quill the day of the accident. “RedFang quills ain’t venomous to demons, but the poison in the claws on the young ones are fatal to humans turns out…”

Your mind was still a little hazy, you had a ton of questions you wanted to ask but before you could the door opened softly. Leviathan and Asmodeus entered the room, saw you sitting up and darted out the door again, shortly after all six remaining brothers were surrounding your bed and excitedly talking over each other. Asmodeus was practically vibrating with joy, Levi was updating who knows how many social media accounts right now, and Belphie was comforting Beelzebub who was in tears. Lucifer stood at the foot of your bed and gave a soft smile.

“I’m thrilled to see you’re awake MC, I’ll make sure to inform Lord Diavolo as well, he’s been most concerned about your condition.” For a brief second you thought you heard his voice shake.

“I don’t understand, it’s just a scratch. I blacked out for a little bit but I’m fine, why is Diavolo so concerned?” You expected the brothers to behave this way over an injury— they threw a table out one time because you stubbed your toe on it— but couldn’t imagine why Diavolo would be worried about a small scratch like this, surely he had better things to do.

“MC, you didn’t just black out…” Satan sat next to the bed, opposite side from Mammon. “You’ve been in a coma. Since you’re human the doctors did their best to treat your wound and administered antivenom but they were unsure if you would ever actually wake up.”

“Wait…seriously?”

“Indeed, when they told us that there was a possibility you may remain unconscious for— well…that was when Diavolo became concerned. He’s been beside himself about this, so learning you’re awake will be a huge relief.” Lucifer let out a content sigh.

“How long was I actually out?” You questioned, curious to know exactly how long you’d been laying in this bed.

“Three weeks,” Asmo answered. “and Mammon stayed by your side the entire time.”

“Really?” You turned to look at the second born. A light blush covered his cheeks and he turned his face slightly away from you but his hand was still holding firmly onto yours.

“It was twenty-two days technically…I couldn’t just leave my hum—I couldn’t just leave you alone.” Mammon glanced at you from the corner of his eye and his blush deepened, a coy smile appearing on his lips.

“Mammon talked so much that I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner. There’s no way I could’ve slept through his constant rambling.” Belphie joked.

“Hey! I only did it cause Satan’s book said it might help!” Mammon barked defensively. He shifted in his seat a little and then turned to face you fully. “Just thought that, y-ya know maybe if ya heard a familiar voice it might help.” He looked down bashfully at your hands that were still intertwined. “But it probably didn’t even help, who knows.”

You watched as he gently rubbed his thumb against your hand, a smile still plastered on his face, even though he was trying to act nonchalant you knew he was ecstatic to have you awake. While studying his relaxed form you noticed the jacket he normally wore was missing, adjusting yourself on the bed you felt an extra layer of fabric against your shoulders, looking over you found that Mammon’s jacket was placed carefully around you.

Then you started to take in the rest of the room.

A sweet fragrance filled the air, you immediately recognized it as Asmo’s perfume but also the sweet dream of Paris. A vase of Hell Roses sat on the counter beside the tv, though these were faceless and quite still. Next to you on the bed was a small little crow, just as soft and plush as the one from the box Levi had kept after selling everything else.

You couldn’t help but smile as everything started to come together, you yanked Mammon closer to you and threw your arms around his neck. You took comfort in holding him close to you and knowing it was really him this time, not just another horrible dream. Tears started to form in your eyes and you let out a soft chuckle.

“It helped Mams…it helped.”

Mammon had sworn to always protect you when you first met, now you knew he really would, no matter the circumstance.

Even in your dreams.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mammon #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me angst

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Hh!carlos and his wife have a running tally of how many times Carlos can make his wife cum in a day, and almost every Sunday is dedicated to breaking his record from the previous week. He goes positively pussy-drunk, and he’s so happy about it. If he could, he’d literally have a shrine to his wife and her pussy, he loves it so much.

He also does not care about looking “whipped” in front of people, he’s shameless and completely in love. The housewives despise it, because Carlos and his wife have the best relationship in the neighbourhood (maybe the world). I also think that the part of the reason why Sundays are free for them so often is because people tend to have neighbourhood BBQs and things on Sundays, and Carlos and his wife just never got invited. And when they did, they weren’t happy. The other housewives absolutely whisper about reader behind her back, and it’s actually pretty nasty stuff because they’re just so jealous. And Carlos absolutely will not stand anyone being mean to his beloved wife, he doesn’t care who he has to fight. So those garden parties would always end in a fight (and Carlos getting thoroughly fucked but that’s a given), so Carlos and reader just eventually decided to keep their Sundays free. Idk that’s just my personal thought lmao feel free to tell me I’m dumb. (That sounded way meaner than I meant I’m so sorry I meant for it to sound joking I swear)

-💍 hhc anon

YES. YES TO ALL OF THIS. I love house husband Carlos so fucking much oh my god. Honestly I love seeing so many asks from 💍 anon! I usually get an ask every second day or so and I love them so so much!!

So we said that Sundays are strictly for you and Carlos. You two spend the entire day together, and preferably never even leave the house.

And yeah, he goes pussy drunk. He wakes you up with his head between your thighs, giving you at least one orgasm before he goes to make breakfast for you two. Sometimes you'll have slow morning sex before that, other time he'll just eat you out. Of course it all depends on what you want.

(Sidenote: Carlos would absolutely get a vasectomy so that he could cum in his wife every time and eat her out to clean all the cum out. He loves it so much)

He keeps a tally in his head of how many times he makes you cum. It doesn't matter how thoroughly fucked he is, he will always remember how many times you've cum. Honestly it's like his superpower.

Sundays are sacred pussy days.

But as much as he loves it and wants nothing to change, he also can't get the housewives off his back because you and him havent attended any of the monthly neighbourhood barbecues. Maybe it's hosted at a different house every month and you and Carlos simply havent bothered to go to any and also havent put your names down to host either.

Granted, you two have considered going a couple times, but then one (or both) of you got horny and suggested a quick fuck which turned into a very very long fuck and then whoops the barbecue is over.

But Linda just won't stop going on about it and well, Carlos does want to be an actual member of the community. And you know basically no one in the community despite living there for a couple months. Plus you'll do whatever Carlos wants to make him happy and if he wants to go to the barbecue, then fine.

So you two go to the next one, after a morning of sex of course, and the entire neighbourhood is so shocked to see you all.

The housewives are most upset to realise that Carlos looks at you with the same love and devotion that he expresses when he speaks about you, openly staring and being so clearly in love it's insane. He doesn't even notice another woman, and turns down every request to talk alone. He doesn't want to speak to anyone without you, stays glued to your side the entire time.

You two go from group to group together, socialising and chatting and getting to know some neighbours. Most of the husbands and wives have split into groups, the husbands at the grill and the wives in the kitchen with the salads and sides. But you and carlos go from group to group, even stopping by some of the kids playing too.

It seems to be going well, until Carlos realises some of the wives are whispering about you. He tells you that he's going to get you two more drinks, but actually he goes to the women and asks them point blank what they have been saying about you.

And he just sees red. Because how dare they? How dare they suggest that his wife isnt the best partner he could ever have? That you aren't the best person for him? That someone else could do better? How fucking dare they.

And well... let's just say it's a good thing none of them can speak Spanish because if they could they would never look at Carlos the same way again. He is absolutely not having it.

You realise of course, because you hear Carlos's raised voice and instantly you know someone must have said something about you because that's the only way to get Carlos to yell in Spanish (besides fucking him of course, but only you know that).

You only ever attend one barbecue, and years later the neighbourhood is still talking about the time the hot house husband from the corner house threw a potato salad at Jeff.

#house husband!carlos #house husband!au #cs #f!reader #💍 #nsfw.

[ateez-amanda]

Girl Talk

Time: September 8th 2020

Summary: amanda fills in some of her closest friends w/ the latest in her love life while at show champion

Featuring: dreamcatcher’s jiu and sua

a/n: let's say atz and dreamcatcher are good friends thanks to amanda for this scenario. like always, pls let me know what you think

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taglist: @skzfairies, @3nhyp3nn [send an ask if you want to be on/off the taglist :)]

“Alright, you're all done, Amanda.” 

Feeling soft bristles from the eyeshadow brush lift off her eyes as she flutters her eyes open. Entranced by her new appearance through the mirror, she smiles at ateez’s makeup artist, “Like always, your work is perfecto.”

“It’s because I have a gorgeous model.” Their makeup artist playfully butter up to her.

“Oh, stop.” Amanda went along with it, acting coy and shyly waving her hand.

“Alright. Alright. That’s enough.” The maknae butted in with a repulsive expression.

She grinned, “You're just jealous.” 

Jongho scoffs, “Please. I get just as many compliments about my appearance as you do. Now if you are done, can you get up? It’s my turn now.” He teasingly shooed her away with his hands.

“Fine.” She giggled as she raised from the chair and headed for the couch in the waiting room. 

Finally getting a break, she used this chance to check her messages she hadn’t been able to check since this morning. Normally her phone was the first thing she checked in the morning but she overslept for the first time in her life which had been giving her an ominous feeling since.

The thought quickly left her mind after seeing some text messages she received from the person she had been secretly hoping for. An amused smile spread on her lips as she read through the spams of messages.

[2:34am] Hannie😇: good morning, beautiful😘 

[2:34am] Hannie😇: ik you are asleep rn but dk showed me a cute video of a panda accidentally hitting itself with a stick

[2:35am] Hannie😇: and now i miss u even more😔

[2:36am] Hannie😇: also good luck on your stage today. I know you blow everyone away😁

[2:36am] Hannie😇: and make sure you eat properly 

Wait a minute. Was I just compared to a clumsy panda?

[8:21am] Rara💕: good morning hannie☺️

[8:21am] Rara💕: did u just compare me to a clumsy panda?🧐🧐

[8:22am] Rara💕: i feel like i should be offended but i have decided to spare you for today since you sent such lovely messages after it

[8:22am] Rara💕: aren’t i sweetest🥰

[8:23am] Rara💕: thank you for the luck and i ate a yummy bagel this morning🫡

[8:23am] Rara💕: make sure you also take care of yourself

[8:24am] Rara💕: and i miss you too

As she typed out the last message, she realized how much she actually meant it. It had been a couple of weeks since their last date with her busy with promotion on ateez’s comeback and him preparing for Seventeen’s next comeback, which he had very been remaining tiplipped to avoid spoiling. 

Though the two have been constantly contacting each other through phone to remain in touch, there was still a little part of her that missed having his physical presence around, which is unusual for someone who likes being alone and is nonstop surrounded by people all day.

She missed the way his eyes lit up and the gummy smile appears when he rambles about the things he loves, and his distinct breathy laugh as he throws his head back at some stupid joke she says. The little touches between them that make her heart feel like it's going to shoot out of her chest. 

She let out a longingly sigh. Maybe it is time to take the next step. As she leans back on the couch she thinks back to when Jeonghan and her first reciprocated their feelings.

“Aera, I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to start a relationship right away. We can take things slow. This can be our first date together and we can keep going on dates like this. I’ll wait for you to make it official when you feel ready. How’s that sound?”

She felt a weight finally be lifted off her shoulder as she let out a sigh, “I’d like that.”

‘I’d like that’? Why did I say that? I barely had the courage to ask what was going on between us, so why the heck did I agree to be the one to make things official?

She was about to bury her hands in her face when she remembers their makeup artist's hard work plastered on her face, causing her to let out a small groan instead.

“Knock, knock, knock!” 

The boisterous voices snapped Amanda out of her dilemma enough to register the two girls who were poking their heads through ATEEZ’s waiting room, “Jiu unnie! Sua unnie!” 

It took only a mere second for the three to run and embrace each other in a seemingly endless hug.

Amanda played with the bright red fringes on Jiu’s shoulder, “I’m loving the red leather outfit today.”

“Why thank you. I am also loving your outfit today.” Jiu complimented back before smiling at the boys, “Good luck on your performance today.”

“You too, noona.” Seonghwa said.

“We are going to be stealing Amanda for a bit. I’m sure there are no complaints about that, right?” Sua glanced around the room for any rejections.

“It should be fine since we won’t be on until later.” Hongjoong replied.

“You can keep her too!” Yeosang added from his spot at the makeup area.

Amanda shot him a menacing glare then faced the girls with a sulking expression, “You see what I have to deal with. Please keep me away from them, unnie.”

“Gladly.” Sua linked arms with Amanda, leading her to the door, “Bye boys!” 

Jiu gave the boys a more appropriate goodbye before following the younger girls. The trio hustle down the corridor, none of them knowing exactly where their destination is, but enjoying every minute of their mini adventure.

“How have you ladies been?” Amanda asked as they began walking down the staircase of the emergency exit.

“Same as I was yesterday when we texted.” Jiu answered.

“What about you? Anything dramatically interesting happen to you in the last 10 hours?” Sua returned the question.

“Well…” She halted her steps on the staircase causing a domino effect on her two unnies.

Noticing Amanda’s cautious gaze, Jiu whispered softly, “What is it, Amanda?”

Amanda took a swift examination of her surroundings, noting that no one was in the near vicinity, “There is something I wanted to ask you guys about. Promise you won’t tell anyone about what I’m about to tell you.”

“Promise.” The duo gave their word with curiosity filled in their eyes.

“I have been going on dates with someone lately.” Amanda hushly confesses.

“What?!?” Sua's impulsive exclamation was instantly covered up by Jiu and Amanda’s hand as the three checked their surroundings again. Sua gave an apologetic smile, “Sorry. I was caught off guard. Since when? No wait, more importantly who?”

Amanda bite her lip. It should be alright to tell them who, right? She already told them she was this much and she fully trusted the girls to keep it a secret.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Jiu interrupted her thoughts.

“No. I want to. I trust you guys. It’s just I still can’t believe we are friends or that he actually likes me.”

“Why? Who wouldn’t like you?” Sua rhetorically asked.

Amanda casually shrugs, replying with a half jokingly, “My millions of haters.”

“Those are inhumane people. We're talking about actual decent humans, which means the answer is no one.” Sua smugly corrected, making the youngest girl smile. “So will you tell us who it is?”

“Is it an idol?” Jiu added.

Amanda shyly nodded, “It’s Seventeen’s Jeonghan.”

Sua’s jaw slacks as she tries to process the information, “Seventeen, Seventeen?” 

“Is there another kpop group named Seventeen I don’t know about?” Amanda giggled at her friend's reaction.

“You’re lying.” Sua is still in disbelief.

“Do you need proof?”

“Do you have proof?” Sua was only playful teasing her, but Amanda was contemplating seriously. “I’m kidding, I belie-”

”Here.” Amanda pulled out her phone and presented the older girls with a selfie of the two of them that Jeonghan had taken on her phone on their last date.

Sua reached for her phone as Jiu looked over her shoulder to view the photo, “Wow. I can’t believe this.”

“You guys look adorable together.” Jiu cooed. Amanda felt heat run across her cheek. 

“I can’t believe the girl who could hardly talk to guys beside her members is actually dating someone now. Our baby is growing up.” Sua pretends to wipe away tears off her cheek before wrapping her arms around the younger girl. Jiu smiled fondly watching Sua continue to baby Amanda, who was grumbling and squirming her way out of Sua’s hug.

It was nice to see the younger girl be more open and not afraid to be herself. Whenever Jiu was around her, Amanda always had these walls built arounds making it hard for Jiu or anyone for that matter to enter. 

Sua was right. She really has grown up.

Amanda broke free of the hug, “But we aren’t actually dating though. We have confessed we liked each other but we haven’t made it official yet.”

Jiu tilts her head to the side pensively, “Why not?”

Sua dramatically gasped, diverting the two’s attention to her, “Is it because he doesn’t want labels? Because if that’s the case then leave hi-”

“No! Jeonghan isn’t like that.” Amanda quickly shut down the idea. 

“Wow, already defending him, I see.” Jiu says wryly as Sua chortle. These girls were enjoying this way too much.

“I was the one who held off making things official. I guess I was just scared to start dating right away.” Amanda explained to the older girls.

Sua gives an understanding nod, “That makes sense. It’s your first relationship. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

The younger girl smiles, feeling a sense of relief knowing her friends thought the same thing, “But I think I’m ready to make things official now. But I don’t know exactly how to go about it.”

“The best way is to tell him how you feel.” Jiu advised.

Amanda lets out a hopeless sigh, “That’s the problem. I’m not very good at expressing my feelings. Everytime I’m with him I’m lost for words.” 

“Why don’t you text him instead? That way you don’t have to worry about his presence.” Jiu suggested.

“I can write it out for you.” Sua offered, holding up Amanda’s phone, already opening up her text convo with Jeonghan.

“I don't know. Isn’t that a little bit too insincere?” Amanda doubted as the girls nodded in agreement. “I could call him.” She wonder out loud then let out a hopeless sigh, “But I know I’m going to end up saying something stupid.”

“Well we can practice. Pretend I’m Jeonghan. Just say what’s on your mind.” Jiu proposed.

“Okay. Umm, Jeonghan…these past two months with you have been incredible.” Amanda glanced at Jiu seeking some sort of reassurance from her, which Jiu returned with an encouraging nod. “I really-y like spending time with you. I-I….” She let out a groan, “I sound like a bumbling buffoon. I can’t do this.”

Jiu frowns, placing a comforting hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, “You are overthinking this too much.”

Sua decided to approach a different strategy, “Amanda, why do you want to be with Jeonghan?” 

Baffled by her sudden question, Amanda gawked at Sua, “What?”

“Why do you want to be with Jeonghan?” Sua repeated with more emphasis.

“I like Jeonghan.” Amanda confusingly answered, only to see Sua peering at her waiting for something more from her. Amanda gazed at her shoes, “...I really like him. I guess being away from him these past couple of weeks made me realize how much I really do like him. I always get this achy feeling inside me when we haven’t talked for a single day. I don’t want what we have to stop. I want something more. I want to be in a relationship with him even if there’s a huge risk of being together as idols because he makes me happy.”

After a moment of awkward silence for Amanda, she glances up at the two girls who were staring at the youngster in awe. Embarrassed by their gaze and flustered by her own words, she clears her throat and begins to ramble, “You know maybe I should just save myself from future embarrassment and just stop dating all together and then drop off the face of the earth.”

“Stop. What you just said was perfect.” Jiu assured her.

“Yeah, but I really don’t think I’ll be able to say that to him. Nor do I remember everything I just said.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about saying it again.” Sua sheepishly mutters, staring down at Amanda’s phone in her hand. The two girls stare at her waiting for an explainance. Sua gave a remorseful expression, “I may have accidentally dialed his number and this whole conversation is being left as a voicemail.”

“WHAT?!” Amanda rushed off to her, glancing at her phone to see his name and photo on the screen. “Ack! Why haven’t you hung up yet?!” She snatched her phone back, clicking the bright red button, which was similar color to her face at the moment, on her screen. “What am I going to do?” She hung her head and placed her hands on her face.

“This is good actually. You said what you wanted to say without having to say it infront of him. Well now you have.” Jiu attempted the optimistic approach.

Amanda raises her head, “Yeah, but we don’t know when it started leaving a voicemail. What if it only recorded the ending? You know the part where I said that I should stop dating.” 

The older duo remained quiet, not able to refute her statement.

“Amanda, I hate to worsen the atmosphere, but your makeup is smudged.” Jiu softly told her. Amanda let out an anguished groan.

That ominous sensation she had felt all day was rightfully so.

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Ch.30: If I Could Have You

Steve Rogers x OFC fic

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Story Masterlist // Seren’s Masterlist​​

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By the time October rolled by, Seren was proud to have three recruits in tip-top shape. She was confident in them enough to advocate for a few missions here and there. It took her nearly 3 months to get them to where they were and she was sure that with more time, she would be able to create a full fledged team.

The only downside was the time it took out of her daily life. She wasn't able to call home a lot. She often went weeks and without contact and if she wasn't careful, she would go months. She still needed and wanted to know what was going on back home.

Mid-October is when she finally managed to get ahold of someone for a decent conversation. Natasha was in the lead for most answered calls. As it turned out, Steve and Chloe were incredibly busy lately. Chloe was off in one of the southern states for God knew what and Steve was in the opposite train.

"There's some news," Natasha almost sing-sang over the video call.

"What is it?" Seren was on her way into the apartment.

"We're being relocated to D.C."

Seren picked up on the key word. "We're? As in…"

"Everyone," Natasha smirked. "Fury won't say it but I know there's something going on. I'm already packed but I think Steve is taking it a little harder."

"Well yeah, he's being asked to move out of his home city. I'd have a thing or two to think about."

Natasha smirked suddenly. "Didn't you?"

Seren groaned. "Missing the point! So, is he okay?"

"You could ask him yourself, you know."

"I think I'm the least qualified person to talk about moving," Seren's sharp eyes made an entire reminder of where she was at the current moment. "But I'm sure it'll inevitably come up in our next call."

"What about you, when are you coming home?"

Seren sighed. Each time someone asked the question she answered them with the same thing: 'I don't know'. It was frustrating but what could she do? Just last week, Rebeca had confided in her that another country was getting more and more curious about their proposal. What Seren had accomplished so far was incredible and if it could reproduce what the Avengers had done in New York, even something remotely close, it was something that any country would grab. Rebeca promised that if that was the case, Seren would become BIG big. She would do "wonders" but Seren's first thoughts went to the family she would leave behind if that happened.

It would be days before she could share that information with Steve too. When Natasha first heard of it, she admitted she wasn't that surprised but not too happy either. She missed Seren—she was the only Agent that Natasha could fully trust in and apart from everything, they were together from the start. She wasn't afraid to tell Seren that she was due back home, though she understood why Seren would say no.

Steve wasn't that brave. He was happy to hear that things were going well on her end and he would keep his aching thoughts to himself. "Send me a postcard when you go to Paris," he joked with her instead.

Seren chuckled. "Yeah, but I don't think I'd have a lot of time for that kind of stuff. I barely sleep right now."

"Well take care of yourself, Seren. I know it's rich coming from me but slow down sometimes."

Seren appreciated his advice because God knows that she did need to slow down every once in a while. Risha told her the same thing, especially when Seren told her to take a break. "I heard about the move..." she started with all the caution in the world. She'd been trying to work her way to that subject without making it sound like it's all she wanted to talk about, especially if Steve wasn't going to comment about it anyways.

"Uuh, yeah," his nod wasn't much to go on by.

"Are you...are you alright with it?"

"Honestly? I don't really know." Steve had gone about it several times in his head. If he was being completely honest with himself, there was nothing tying him to New York anymore. His home was gone, his family and his friends. Even now Seren was gone from it too. What was he staying there for?

"I've been working on reconstructing the tower and I've had a few ideas...about a team. Make a new team under new rules with absolutely no secrets."

Tony's proposal sometimes didn't seem all that bad anymore. He hadn't mentioned it to Steve anymore but he knew that Tony was still waiting for an answer.

"Steve?" he heard Seren's call. He had left her with silence. "Are you okay?" She was concerned that he wasn't telling her all the truth, and she was right.

"Umm, I mean...there's just some things," Steve rubbed a hand over his face. "Stark, he…"

"Oh, what did he do now?" Seren dreaded the gimmicks that man would come up with.

Steve smiled at her obvious dread. "No, no, this time he...he's doing something good, I think. He...has this idea, about starting a new team."

"A new team?" Seren's eyebrows knitted together. "Who does he want to recruit?"

"Us."

"Us!?"

Steve nodded. "You, me, Natasha, Clint, Chloe...all of us."

"Wh-why? I thought he didn't even want to be a part of the Initiative!"

"Things change," Steve shrugged. He hadn't really asked Tony all of his reasons for such an idea but he did get one jist, the same jist that even Seren knew about. "Plus, he doesn't trust S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Ah," Seren remembered that all too well. "What do you think of it, then?"

"Like I said, I don't really know. To be honest, I'm still just trying to figure out my role at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"What do you mean? You're...you, what else is there?"

"I'm way behind on everything Seren and you know that." He appreciated her trying to be kind but the truth was the truth. He had a long way before he truly consider himself one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. "And I still don't know what to make of Fury. He's relatively okay but there's still some things about him that don't rub me well."

"I'm not going to lie, that feeling's never going to change. I've known Fury since I was a kid. It's just who he is."

"But doesn't it bother you that he doesn't always tell you the truth? Look what happened with the Hydra weapons?"

"I don't know, Steve," Seren shrugged but there was a clear confliction marking her face. Steve wouldn't ask her if that also bothered her—the fact that she didn't even know what to make of her awareness of the lies—but he sincerely hoped that his questions would make her think about it more. "I guess...I guess I just trained myself to go with it. I've been there since I was 10. I don't really know what to do without S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Looks to me like you're doing fine," Steve pointed out her entire mission in England. It was an extension of S.H.I.E.L.D. but she essentially wasn't working for them anymore. She was doing her own missions and if things went well for her, she'd be off in other countries too far from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reach.

Seren sheepishly smiled in return. "Yeah, but...I've always had S.H.I.E.L.D. in my life and to suddenly leave it behind and start a whole new team? I wouldn't know what to do."

"I think you would be fine," Steve had no doubt about it. Seren was doing what she did from an early age. She didn't need S.H.I.E.L.D., it IT needed HER her. She just hadn't realized it.

"Are you considering Stark's proposal then?" Seren curiously asked him. "Because if you did, you know that I would support you. Although, I don't know how you and Stark would work together…"

Steve laughed. "Oh, I know."

"I might have to pull you out of some epic fights with each other!"

"Yeah, yeah, I may have to hold off on that then...at least until you're back." He hadn't planned on saying those words but he couldn't say that he regretted them either, not when Seren smiled so sweetly at him.

"Wouldn't that be nice?" she mused, desperately hoping that her blush wasn't noticeable on the screen. "My absolute dream is to be Captain America's and Iron' Man's babysitter."

"I'm sure the pay would be good!"

"Steve!"

"I was just saying," he raised his hands in surrender.

"Mhm, sure," Seren rolled her eyes at him. She suddenly heard a knock on her door and, knowing that it was her neighbor Holly coming over for that lunch they planned, she had to end the call. "If you allow me my two-cents, I think you'll be just as good in D.C. as you were in New York. It's a beautiful place and kind of patriotic...just a note…"

It was Steve's turn to roll his eyes. "Right. But thanks."

"And if I could, I'd be there to help out."

"I know you would but right now people need you over there. Help them." Steve knew that would make her incredibly happy so...he should be happy too. That's what he kept trying to convince himself to believe in.

Seren nodded but said nothing else. She couldn't trust herself not to say anything imprudent. It was getting more difficult to keep her mouth shut about certain things and she blamed Chloe for all of them. It was much easier living in bliss but after Chloe's visit in June, every single thought that Seren had about Steve was coming out like a gusher. She'd become self aware and it was the worst thing she could've done.

She had to distract herself. So she did...with work. A lot of it.

~ 0 ~

In the last week of October, Steve found himself examining his new apartment in D.C. It was bigger than the one in New York, he would definitely have more space for more things. What things? He hadn't exactly bought many things to begin with. The things he had were all bought over by Seren. He'd have to start over again and this time it would be by himself.

Almost.

Chloe had made herself present two days after he settled in, but with a mission. "I'm here for 2 days then I'm off to England," she explained on their way into the new S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ.

"What short mission involves you being here for 2 days?"

"Please, sound more excited about me being around. It truly warms my heart."

Steve met her sarcasm with a smile and a roll of his eyes. "Sorry, you know what I meant—"

Chloe stopped in the hallway and raised a hand in the air. "I know," she smiled. "And to answer your question, I don't really know what I'm here for. My plans were to go to England for the whole week and surprise Seren. Fury called me back."

"But you don't know what you're here for?" Steve watched her shake her head ever so casually. "And that doesn't bother you? That, you don't know…?"

"That I don't know everything about this place?" If there was one stark difference between Chloe and Seren, it was that Chloe went directly for the point, no filters needed. She knew exactly what Steve meant to ask and she answered it with the truth. "I learned to get used to it. You never know why they do it. Sometimes it's necessary."

"But why would that be necessary? You're a team."

Before Chloe turned away, Steve caught an almost sad smile marking her face. "We compartmentalize." She continued walking down the hallway, prompting Steve to do the same. "Sometimes it's for the greater good and sometimes things just aren't meant to be known by everyone else. It's better this way. Every group knows what they need to know in order to complete their given missions. You'll get used to it."

"I'm not sure that I will," Steve admitted. Already he found it hard to work with SHIELD, what hope did he have to settle into an organization that wasn't keen on honesty?

Chloe could feel all of his troubles radiating into the air. "I hope you don't keep this attitude when you visit Seren this week. It'd be a real downer, you know."

"How do you know that I'm—?"

"Please, Stark and I talk. That was real nice of him what he did. When do you leave?"

"Since when do you and Stark talk?"

"Don't change the subject," Chloe wagged a finger at him. "When do you leave? Because you're still going, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Great! Because I have plans to help—"

"No, no," this time it was Steve wagging a finger in Chloe's face. "I don't need any help—"

Chloe scoffed. "I think you do! Everyone knows it!"

"Knows what?"

"Don't make me say it in a place where every conversation is recorded."

"Say what — wait, everything is recorded?" Steve was now looking up at the ceiling with a new sense of dread. Even that was different nowadays.

Chloe chuckled at him. "Sometimes, you're too innocent. It's a good thing you have me to help you out."

"Chloe, I've done this before and Bucky was never able to really 'help me out'." And Steve knows that he had tried but it was simply not meant to be.

Chloe's face remained straight. "Then he sucked and clearly he had no idea what he was doing." She turned around, her long tresses of hair flipping with enough force to hit Steve in the face.

"Um, I think he did, actually," Steve followed behind her until he caught up. "He was the one who always tried getting us double dates."

"Mm, and how'd that end up?"

"For me, not so great. For him? Double great."

Chloe snorted into a laugh. "Oh honey, I can do better for you. In fact, I take it as a challenge."

"Please don't." Steve went for Chloe's arm just as she was about to make a turn. "Chloe, I mean it. I'm grateful for everything you've done since I met you but this is something that I don't want planned. All I know is that it's been a very long time since I last saw Seren and I just want to see her."

"So you do know what you want," Chloe said cleverly and smirked at Steve's deadpanning face. She raised her hands in the air. "No worries, I do know how to control myself. I promise." She winked and continued on her way.

For some reason, Steve wasn't entirely convinced with her.

~ 0 ~

On November 1st, Seren found herself with a short day at work. She had come in with all the intentions of working as if it were any other day. She had her new team: Risha, Joshua and Blake to train after all. Today she was going to focus on landing strategies...or so she thought.

"You can't work on your birthday," Risha was adamant that Seren return home the moment she walked into their training room.

"Isn't that a rule somewhere?" Joshua looked around the room as if said rule was hanging on a plaque on the wall.

Seren shook her head at the trio. "It's fine, really."

"You should've gone home," Blake said. "I'm sure Miss Hale could've arranged that for you."

"That she would've," Rebeca Hale said herself as she strode into the room. "But Seren said it wasn't necessary."

"What!?" Risha exclaimed. "What do you mean you didn't want to go home for your birthday?"

Seren only smiled at the question, a strained one too. She had thought about the offer when Rebeca came up with it but she eventually had to refuse it. She would love to come home and...stay there. It would hurt too much to be around for a couple days and then have to do the goodbyes all over again. She wouldn't torture herself that way.

"Nonetheless, you are getting a present," Rebeca came directly to Seren and held out a small white box.

"Rebeca," Seren shook her head but it was done in vain. Rebeca forced her to take the box. With a sigh, Seren did as such and opened it up. Inside were four airplane tickets. "Rebeca, I said I wasn't going home—"

"Check the destination," Rebeca's eyes briefly flickered to the trio of trainees behind Seren without being noticed.

Seren searched for the destination and found 'Paris' listed. "Hold on…" Her eyes met Rebeca's soon enough. "I'm going to Paris?"

"Mhm," Rebeca nodded. A smile was spreading across her face. "Not just you, though, your team."

"What?" went the trainees in question.

"Rebeca, I don't understand," Seren said. She put the lid back on the box.

"It's France—I told you they were getting more interested in what we're doing here," Rebeca was now grinning like the cheshire cat. "They want to meet with you, Seren, to talk about the team. I booked the tickets and I may have made the return date a couple days after your meetings for some, uh, vacation time?"

"I'm okay with that!" Risha's hand was soaring in the air. Seren looked back to see her overly excited face and had to smile. As soon as Risha met Seren's gaze, she dropped her hand to her side. "I-I mean...if that's okay with you of course."

Seren playfully rolled her eyes and shifted her gaze back to Rebeca. "Thanks Rebeca. Of course I'll be on that plane. We'll all be."

"Excellent, because they're truly interested in the team now. If all goes well, France will be your next stop and then who knows!" Rebeca patted Seren's shoulder and turned to leave the room. She only stopped by the doorway to give Seren a head's up. "Oh, there's someone waiting for you on your way out."

Seren wouldn't make an argument to stay. Rebeca had already made her point and, plus, she was a little curious who was waiting for her.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow," she gave a languid wave at her trainees.

"Or not, if you get drunk correctly," Joshua smirked.

Seren rolled her eyes. "Just for that, you all get to train an extra hour." She pointed a warning finger at the trio. "I mean it. One extra hour."

"Way to go, Josh," she heard Blake mutter on her way out.

Seren made a note to send them a text later on to let them get off free. She went on her way to the front entrance only to find a tall, rosy-cheeked blonde woman outside. "You have got to be kidding me," Seren exhaled deeply.

Chloe grinned. "C'mon, at least pretend you're excited to see me. Happy birthday!"

Seren smiled. "Yeah, alright."

~ 0 ~

Since Chloe had arrived early in the morning, she had ample time to spend with Seren and unknowingly to the Celessian, prep too.

"How long are you here for?" Seren asked the usual question once the two were back in her apartment.

"Just for today," the blonde shrugged. She went directly into the hallway, ignoring Seren's puzzling look as she followed behind.

"You seriously came to England for one day?"

"Yup," Chloe pushed Seren's bedroom door open and walked right in. She made a beeline for the closet. "I'm off for Denmark tomorrow."

Seren long ago learned not to waste her breath on Chloe's erratic solo mission schedule but it never meant that it stopped bothering her. "So you're here with me for the day?"

Chloe flashed her a smile. "You know it. Since you refused to come home for the day. Don't know what that's about—"

"Please don't. And what are you doing in my closet? What are you, 12?"

"I never had sisters," reminded Chloe as she passed some hands through the wardrobe. "Just brothers. And I'm looking for something good for today."

"So you're raiding my closet...on my birthday…" Seren folded her arms over her chest. "I never had sisters either but I'm pretty sure that's not what sisters should be doing."

Chloe rolled her eyes and plucked out a black, spaghetti strapped dress. "Oh, this is nice. And it's not for me, just so you know. I thought that would've been obvious."

"So you have plans for us today or what?" Seren noticed the fancy clothes Chloe was picking out from her closet.

"Yes and why do you have so many pant-suits?" Chloe wrinkled her nose as she pulled out two pairs of said suits.

"Because I work for an organization and I prefer a good suit sometimes?"

"Well it's wrong for today! You need something…" Chloe kept searching for whatever it was that she was looking for, all in the meanwhile insulting the next suits that she happened to see. "Wait! What's this?" She plucked out a white lace dress with a very defined sweetheart neckline. "When did you buy this?" she shot Seren a look.

Seren could only shrug. "I don't know, one of the rare moments I splurged. It wasn't cheap, you know."

Chloe smirked. "It's like you already knew."

"Knew what?" It really concerned Seren the way Chloe's smirk widened. She was up to something alright. "Chloe, you should know that it would be absolutely wrong to do something horrible to me on my birthday."

Whether or not Seren had actually wanted, the dress was on her and it wouldn't be coming off for anything. Her hair, though incredibly short, had been curled to one side while the shortest of strands had been twisted on the other side of her head.

"I feel like I'm overly dressed," Seren huffed on their way to some restaurant Chloe had talked about earlier.

"You know that if Tony picked it out, it has to be fancy," Chloe shrugged beside her on the street. "Just be glad I said no to the limousine."

Seren actually was thankful for that. She didn't know Tony enough but she was aware enough to know that he did things over-the-top. "Can you at least tell me why we even bothered to dress up? I'd be completely fine if—"

Chloe sharply glanced at her friend. "You're serious?" Seren nodded. "It's your damn birthday and you don't want to dress up just a tiny bit? God, work has made you even more into a bore!"

"Thanks," Seren said flatly. She dug her hands into her cream-colored coat's pockets. "I'm thousands of miles away from home and I just realize that it'll probably be a very long time until I'll be done with all this."

Chloe sensed a new degree of certainty in Seren's tone this time around. She didn't want to push further, not today of all days, but she hoped that later on Seren would tell her what changed. She checked the time on her phone and was delighted to see she still had time.

"I hope I at least get some decent red velvet cake," Seren warned when the two women were seated in the restaurant.

"How about a cinnamon roll?" Chloe looked Seren and saw her friend's face practically fall.

'"I, um, I haven't really been in the mood for those lately." 'Lately' would be an understatement considering she had not had a cinnamon roll since June when Chloe last visited.

"Seren without a cinnamon roll?" Chloe dramatically gasped. "The travesty!"

Seren tried to smile and play it off as a joke but she failed miserably. Chloe saw right through the smile and sighed to herself. She truly wanted Seren to enjoy herself, her damn birthday! Seren's major problem is that she worked too much and paid very little attention to herself. True, that kind of flaw is what benefited Chloe when they first met. Chloe would never deny that. Seren put all of her efforts into helping Chloe handle the newly embedded Hive Mind in her head, trained her as much as she could, and gave her friendship.

And now Chloe felt like it was time to repay all that.

Their combined lunch and dinner went by finely, if not a bit quiet. Chloe insisted that Seren should get a birthday cake, even if it was a small red velvet cake.

"Honestly, Chloe, it's almost night and you have a flight to catch later. I'm okay," Seren shrugged.

Chloe insisted that was not going to be the case for tonight. "You need to stop settling already."

Seren rolled her eyes and continued to walk alongside Chloe. "I'm not settling. You're going to be late for your own flight! If this is a mission then I cannot allow you to jeopardize it over something as silly as my birthday."

Chloe met her look but it was only to scold her. "You seriously need to stop putting yourself down. Everything about you is important and that includes your birthday." She pressed her index finger against Seren's forehead for effect.

Seren pushed her finger away. "Chloe, I refuse to believe that you're being careless right now—"

"Good, because I'm not. I'm a woman with a plan."

"Sometimes I just want to strangle you."

Chloe smirked. Her eyes flashed blue. "Yeah, even the aliens in my head don't believe that. At least I think since they don't really speak English to me. I haven't untapped the language barrier between us—"

"Chloe!"

"Fine!" The blonde huffed and flapped a hand towards the end of the street. "There's my damn plan!"

Seren looked over and saw nothing special in particular. It was just businesses that included a dessert bakery. "What?"

"You're going to get your red velvet cake. Go get it!"

"But Chloe—"

"I already ordered it so go fucking get it!"

"Chloe!"

"I said go, dammit!" Chloe could be very impatient but she was usually good at restraining herself. Clearly right now wasn't one of those moments. "I'll really be late so I'll have to leave you here."

"What—! Ah!" Seren felt her body pulled back and suddenly she had Chloe's arms around her in a hug. "Chloe!" Seren laughed. "You're so crazy!"

"Absolutely the craziest!" agreed Chloe with a nod. "Happy birthday, Seren. I seriously don't know what my life would've been if you'd never found me," Chloe murmured in her tight hug. Seren smiled lightly and hugged her back. "I really mean it. I know that I'd probably be dead without you."

"Oh Chloe, someone would've helped you," Seren patted her friend's back.

"No, because not everyone is as kind as you are, Seren. I know that I would've died and that's why my favorite Avenger is Stardust." Seren laughed with her. "And it's also why I would do anything to make you happy."

Seren chuckled, but secretly felt her heart swell. "Oh, you know you really are like my sister, right? The one I never had?"

Chloe stepped back from Seren. "Just like you're my sister. My selfless, big sister. And now as the annoying little sister, I must fulfill my role by insisting you pick up that cake I ordered for you."

"You ordered me a cake?" Seren blinked.

Chloe laughed. "Of course! Have a slice on me, okay! I gotta go!"

"Well, let me take you to the—"

But Chloe didn't let Seren finish. She manually turned Seren around and pushed her forwards, insisting that Seren pick up the cake. With no other option, Seren started making her way towards the bakery. The idea of having some red velvet cake was, admittedly, sounding very good to her the closer she got to the building.

The building looked perfectly normal to Seren. There were a few customers inside but nothing really made it stand out. She hoped the cake truly was ready. She walked inside and immediately smelled the sweet air of pastries. Her first thought went to a cinnamon roll, and that just brought her already little smile down.

She walked up to the counter and asked for the cake, deciding Chloe must have put it under her name. Sure enough, 'Seren Soul' was the name on the receipt. She was handed a pink cake box and then a plastic box of cinnamon rolls.

"Oh, no, no," Seren started sliding the box back on the counter, "Those aren't mine. I didn't — there were no cinnamon rolls ordered." Just looking at them hurt her.

The employee checked the receipt and confirmed the rolls were part of the order. "They're already paid for," she told Seren when the latter insisted they weren't hers.

Seren begrudgingly took the box and put it over the cake box. She might just be giving them to her neighbor or something. She couldn't bear to eat them on her own. "Thanks," she mumbled and picked up the two boxes from the counter.

She made it to the door and realized it would be a nice challenge getting out without dropping anything. If I can fight aliens, I can open a damn door on my own. She shuffled the boxes into one arm and reached for the door handle. In doing so, the cinnamon roll box slid off the box.

"Crap—!" Seren exclaimed, turning and bending quickly to try and catch it. Fortunately, someone else caught the box before it fell to the floor.

"Let me get that for you, ma'am..." she heard but instead of being thankful, she froze. She looked ahead and saw a pair of bright blue eyes that sent about a dozen (or possibly a hundred) butterflies in her stomach.

Steve was smiling like he always did, like nothing had changed, certainly not where they lived. They were out and about as they tended to do outside of missions. He did swear, however, that Seren looked even more beautiful than he remembered. He almost felt guilty for forgetting that. "Hi, Seren..."

Seren slowly got over her shock and began to smile. "H-hi." She felt breathless, and maybe she was. It was the first time she saw Steve after becoming aware. I hate Chloe, she grumbled to herself. They straightened up at the same time and looked at each other. Gosh, was he always that handsome? He had on a button-down blue plaid shirt, black pants and his favorite brown leather jacket. His hair was neatly combed to the side — the Golden boy look as Natasha had joked about plenty of times before. Now that Seren looked, she decided the 'golden boy' look was far more appealing.

"Happy birthday," Steve said, revealing to be holding a small bouquet of curious purple flowers in his other hand.

"I—" Seren's eyes flickered from him to the flowers, to the cinnamon rolls. Her head was spinning. "But you're — you're here — with the—" She shook her head, and heard Steve's light chuckle. "Shut up, don't laugh at me..." She looked up at him from under her lashes, feeling her cheeks flush warm.

"I'm not — laughing at you is the last thing I want to do right now," Steve said, "I really wanted to see you."

Seren finally raised her head and met his gaze. "Me too..." she admitted.

Not knowing what to do then, Steve motioned the flowers to her. He felt so awkward because there were about a hundred things he wanted to tell Seren and he couldn't say a single one. Luckily, Seren took the flowers from him in her free hand.

"They're so pretty," she mused as she took a sniff of them. "I don't think I've ever seen these kinds..."

"They're called Aster flowers," Steve said, "They're um, well, they're flowers that usually mean 'stars'."

"Oh!" Seren's brows raised in delight. "How sweet! Thank you!" She felt a new rush of appreciation for her flowers and definitely for Steve himself. She would hug him if her arms weren't full. "How did — I mean — this was Chloe's doing, wasn't it!?"

Steve couldn't help it and laughed. It was a fair presumption but he still told her that Chloe was free from all responsibility. "Stark gave me the ticket. Birthday presents, you know."

"Ah..." Seren honestly had not been expecting that. She might have to give Tony a call and thank him for the gesture.

"Here, let me help you!" Steve said and took the cake box out of Seren's arm. "I'm, uh, basically here for a few days."

Seren could not help but beam. "Really?" Steve nodded. "Oh, that's great!" She would definitely call up Tony later and thank him. And Chloe.

Steve wouldn't ever refuse a hug from her. He wrapped his free arm around her and took in her sweet cinnamon scent. He picked up a long time ago that whatever perfume she used had to have some type of cinnamon scent in the mix. He didn't realize how much he missed even that from her.

Seren pulled away eventually and still held the biggest smile on her face. "You actually came here…" She laughed with the flowers he was still holding. Orange poppies. Her favorites. "For me?"

Steve nodded. "I know it's probably outdated but…"

"Not for me, it's so sweet," Seren happily took the bouquet into her hands. It was REALLY really sweet and definitely him. "Thank you."

"Chloe mentioned you liked red velvet cake? Whatever red velvet is…?" Steve made a gesture towards the bakery. "There might be an order waiting for you."

Seren's eyes flickered between him and the bakery. "Have you and Chloe been plotting for this?" The smile on his face was answer enough for Seren. "Oh my God!" She laughed. "Seriously? You and Chloe?"

"She's actually really good at these things." Steve would give Chloe her credit where it was due. "I already had the ticket—"

Seren raised an eyebrow at those words. "Since when?"

"For a while." Steve preferred to leave Tony's name out of it for the moment. "I was coming to see you and...Chloe found out. She just helped me out a bit. This world…it's still confusing." He hated repeating the fact he still wasn't adept to the new world. It only helped solidify his hesitancy to start something with Seren. She really didn't need that in her life.

But in reality, Seren didn't see in that way at all. She smiled softly at him. "I really appreciate you doing this. Was the bakery your idea?"

"I know you like sweets but I wasn't sure what your favorite was and honestly I'm not sure what red velvet is."

Seren nodded, chuckling. "Well, I could show you." She made a nod at the bakery still waiting to be entered.

Steve quickly reached for the door again and this time actually pulled it open for them. "After you."

Seren smiled. Very him indeed. "Thank you."

~ 0 ~

Seren's apartment was in a nice neighborhood—it should be given that it was acquired for her by her job—and the inside was just as nice. It was far bigger than her old apartment in New York and more elegant.

"Please tell me you'll be staying for a few days," Seren felt awfully brave when she said those words. She set her flowers down on the coffee table and shook off her coat, leaving it on the couch. "There's so many things I could show you here!"

Steve was speechless for a moment as he got a good look at the dress she was wearing first. She was beautiful, to put it simply. The defined sweetheart neckline was particularly eye-catching but he certainly wasn't going to tell her that. The makeup on her face made her eye pop, and who could get over her smile? He cleared his throat and, when he was sure that nothing uncomfortable would slip out from him, he told her his stay was indeed for a few days.

Ecstatic, Seren hurried into the kitchen for some plates so they could have cake and cinnamon rolls.

"Have you ever tried red velvet before?" She returned with the utensils and plates and set them on the coffee table.

"Uh, no, I don't think I have," Steve said with a shake of his head. He watched her open the box to reveal a pretty cake inside. He could see the glimpse of red bread with a bright white cream topping. 'Happy birthday Seren' was written in beautiful cursive.

Seren cut two slices of cake for them and slid Steve his plate. She was excited for him to try it out. "You'll love it," she promised as they sat down together on the couch.

"It looks good," Steve shrugged. It seemed like a regular cake but since Seren was so excited, he didn't have the heart to disappoint her even if he ended up not liking it. He grabbed his spoon and took a piece of the cake into his mouth, prepared to lie through his teeth if he needed to. However, he soon discovered that disappointing Seren wouldn't be an issue because, as it turned out, the cake was actually delicious. "Okay, you're right. It's good!"

Seren laughed. "Yes! I knew you'd like it!"

Steve could not, for the life of him, stop the automatic smile spreading across his face as they ate their slices together. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Seren." He missed how easy it was trying new things when Seren was the one leading him into it. He trusted her with his entire life, never doubting her intentions. He had yet to find someone he could do the same with.

Seren blushed at Steve's words and decided that her red velvet cake was a much safer thing to look at. She didn't want to embarrass herself by saying something stupid. There was one thing, though, that she did want to say. "I missed you too." She wished she could've said it more confidently but for now it would have to do. "I'm really glad you're here. No matter how many friends I make, it's not really the same as...you know, New York."

"It's a brand new country for you, brand new everything," Steve said, "It's normal to feel out of place."

"I just hope the feeling goes away at some point..." Seren said with a small sigh.

"Now wait a minute, it's your birthday. I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be sad on your birthday," Steve said and motioned her to keep eating from her slice.

Thankfully, she chuckled and continued eating. She finished her slice in no time. Afterwards, she went into the kitchen in search of a vase for the flowers Steve had given her.

"I really love these," she reiterated when she arranged them in the vase now filled with fresh water. "I never even knew there were flowers that looked like stars."

"Me neither," Steve admitted, making her laugh. It was a stroke of luck finding that store. Although now that he thought about, it was Chloe who had suggested he go into the store to ask for flowers. He suspected the Hive Mind had something to do with all that.

Seren smelled her new flowers again and hummed. "I've never had the hand for flowers but I'll try to keep these alive for as long as I can," she smiled at him softly. "Because they're from you."

Steve wasn't a stranger to knots in his stomach. God knows he spent the better part of his life having that with every health complication he would have. But right now, that knot felt so good. Even the loss of air wasn't a problem. He went back to eating the remainder of his cake slice before he did something stupid.

"So do you have a place to stay?"

"Yeah, yeah, Stark actually helped with that too," Steve nodded.

Seren's expression seemed like she was suspicious of something. "He's so involved with you lately. Are you sure you didn't take his offer up about that new team and just forgot to mention it?"

"I would never forget to mention something like that," Steve said.

"Well, you know you're always free to move on from SHIELD. You should work where you're comfortable, Steve. Nobody would fault you for that."

"Thanks, Seren." Steve knew that she meant her words and it warmed his heart to see her care so much for his comfort. Truth be told, he'd be most comfortable wherever she was too.

"I'm just letting you know because you're too polite to tell me 'no'," Seren said, wagging a finger at him while he laughed.

"What?"

"It's true! You're too polite for your own good!"

"Mm, not always true! Not when I get really, really mad. And, really, you're one to talk!"

"Me?" Seren blinked.

"Yes, you! I don't think I've ever seen you get really mad," Steve said as he thought about it some more. Seren had only expressed a heightened anger when they were fighting the Chitauri. Other than that, he couldn't remember another moment. "Well, no, there was that moment when Natasha jumped on your bed with shoes."

"I hate shoes on the bed," Seren frowned on the spot. "They're icky! They've got germs from everywhere! You don't bring those to your bed! Or people's beds!"

Steve started to laugh. "I'll be sure to remember that."

"Why? Planning on jumping on my bed anytime soon?" Seren crossed her arms in front of her. "Don't you dare."

Steve rolled his eyes at her.

"So," Seren put her hands on her lap, "I won't be getting Natasha or Tony jumping out of somewhere to scare me, right? Because Natasha's done that before too."

"As exciting as that sounds, no," Steve assured her. "It's just me. I figured you didn't really want such a big thing for tonight."

Seren was impressed with how accurate he was. She didn't realize how well he had come to know her. If she thought about things, she knew a lot about him too. "You might be right about that," she offered him a kind smile. "Growing up I had to make myself scarce and that didn't really leave a lot of chances to do certain stuff. Guess I just got accustomed to it that now I don't really do much."

"Funny, I was completely human and that's why I missed out on a lot growing up."

"Like what?"

"Uh, you know, usual kid stuff. Boy stuff."

"Aahh." The smirk that came to Seren's face made Steve regret those words in a snap. "I see."

"No, no, not like tha—"

Seren started laughing. "I think so—"

"No! I just meant—"

Seren moved around, still laughing, "No, no, I think you meant exactly what you said."

"Seren!" Seren had a playful smile over her lips was far too cheeky for Steve's liking. "I think the sugar's getting to your head, you know."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "But it's also so pretty funny making fun at you. Not that I'm making fun of you for what you endured," she said pretty fast once she realized how her previous words could come across.

Steve knew that too and for that, he smiled. "I think I know you well enough to know that."

"Good. Because I really am sorry for that. What kind of things did you miss out on, for real this time?"

"Seren, I didn't cross an entire ocean to talk about my past with you." Steve didn't think his words through because the next thing that Seren said really threw him into a much more flustered state.

"So why did you cross an entire ocean then?" Seren had scooted closer to him on the couch. Her big green eyes were anxiously waiting for him to answer her question.

Oh God why did he have to go and say that? He meant it, yeah, but now he had to explain to her why he said it.

He looked Seren over in that God beautiful dress she was in. He swallowed hard as his eyes wandered down her fitted figure. She was absolutely gorgeous and she wasn't taken. How? "To see you," the words fell from his mouth in the easiest of ways, like it was meant to be said.

Seren approved of the answer. Her heart did a bit of fluttering. "You're here now. What do you want to do?"

"Uuh…" There was one thing that Steve thought about doing after a suggestion she made a couple months back. "I heard your songs," he said, puzzling her for a second until he added, "The ones that you recommended after you gave me the record player."

"Oh," she blinked and chuckled. "Right, right, you listened to them?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah, they were nice. It had a home feeling to them."

"I thought they would. Do you use the record player, then?"

"All the time," Steve said like a promise. Each time he used it, he thought of her and since she wasn't around, he thought about her a lot. "Your songs are the most played."

Seren chuckled. "Get out of here…"

"I'm serious!"

"No way—there are so many songs out there!"

"I always listen to them, Seren, I swear. Here!" He started digging into his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Seren was still laughing as he searched for whatever he needed on his phone.

If he was being honest, Steve had no idea what he was doing. His fingers were doing the search quicker than what his brain could process. He ultimately silenced Seren when she heard Put Your Head on my Shoulder playing.

"I don't know if I should be impressed or not that you learned how to search for that pretty quickly…" Seren said and suddenly Steve was the one laughing.

He lowered his phone to the coffee table. "You sounded like Chloe…"

Seren narrowed her eyes at him. "Not on my birthday, you don't, Rogers." Steve put his hands up in front of him. Eventually, Seren let her sarcasm pass for the sake of the song in the air. "I do like this song…" she said sheepishly.

"Would you like to dance?" Steve asked before he even thought about it. Maybe it was something he'd been thinking about for a long time now and having her in front of him after so long was just too much to take. He stood up and held a hand out to her.

Seren knew very well that she would love nothing more than to dance with him. She nodded before she lost all courage. She took his hand and stood up, stepping back from the couch with him.

"I'm going to admit that I do not know how to dance very well." But Steve was sure that she had presumed that already. Still, she smiled like she was just learning it for the first time.

"I didn't learn how to dance until I was out of high school," she admitted. There weren't many moments to dance with someone growing up, not when she was so busy keeping herself hidden.

"Still younger than me," Steve's remark made her laugh. It brought them into a gentle sway of a dance. "And, you know, you actually had a chance."

Seren cocked her head. "If they were alive, those people would be kicking themselves for how they treated you. And if not, I would've kicked them." It was Steve's turn to laugh. "I'm not joking," Seren said. Her hands gripped his shoulders a little tighter. "It infuriates me that people were so mean to you."

"It was fine, Seren." In truth, Steve had grown used to it, not by choice but it was still a fact. "Some people are always going to be mean. I'm sure, unfortunately, that even though you were quiet as a mouse you still had someone picking on you." The answer was evident by the deep scowl that marked Seren's face.

"Valerie Jordan," she muttered. "She absolutely hated me and I never understood why. I was quiet, I literally barely spoke to anyone at school, but she just...she hated me. God, she never ran out of insults."

"Well, you don't have to think about that anymore, especially today." The last thing Steve wanted was for her to start remembering the darker moments of her past. He swayed her a bit more until she laughed again. That's what he wanted to see from her, it's what she deserved.

"I guess it's just better to focus on what's in front of you instead of what should be behind you," she said, eyes keenly locked with his.

"Exactly. And do you know what I see for you?"

"Hm, what?" Seren leaned her body against his in her attempt to be closer for when he spoke again.

"I see a good future for you, a successful one."

"So we're psychic now?"

Steve chuckled. "No, I just see clearly. Most of the time. And I knew, a while ago, that you were going to do big things." He had, at some point along his words, lowered his head beside hers so that his left cheek was resting over her head.

Seren felt a surge of heat rush over her face. He was far too close to her, or rather she'd done it without realizing it. Whoever was responsible hadn't thought it through but at the same time, it wasn't unwelcoming. It was fitting, actually, almost like they belonged in that position.

"I don't know how right you are…" Seren's voice was a low whisper. Her bravery was gone and suddenly she felt more exposed than she actually was. "I don't think the world was ready for someone like me, no matter how modern we are."

"They said no one was ready for me and it was the 40s. I still got off well…"

"You ended up frozen for decades, Steve. Call me a coward but I don't want that to happen to me." She may have squeezed his shoulders again. "That's my fear, you know. Being buried alive."

"I'd never let that happen to you." Steve wrapped his arms around her a little bit tighter. She felt it and along with it came some relief, as if knowing that she was absolutely safe with him around.

"You know when I was little, my biggest fear is what would happen to me if somebody found out what I was. Even when I was older, I always wondered what S.H.I.E.L.D. would do if it couldn't protect me." Seren was guilty to say that even now, the same thought still ran through her head every now and then. She was strong, and she had powers, but would she really be able to protect herself all the time?

"You're a star, Seren." Steve could feel Seren's smile against his shoulder. He had to pull away to see it up-close. "What does your grandmother call you?"

Seren flushed. "...star soul. It's a literal translation of my name. 'Seren' means star."

"A very accurate translation if you ask me. You're a star and if anyone says otherwise, they're wrong." Steve was aware that he was much too close to Seren to not be tempted. And boy was he tempted.

Seren watched him so fondly that she missed all the conflict Steve had going on. She loved hearing the compliments he'd been paying her in these past minutes. She wasn't much for attention but when it was coming from Steve, well...she loved it.

"You're a star," Steve said quietly. Suddenly the music seemed louder around them.

Seren had heard that specific line so many times she lost count but when Steve said, it had a whole new meaning to it. "Oh lovey, I almost believe you." The words left her lips before her brain could catch up.

Steve immediately remembered the few times she had used that pet name. Each time she said it, it didn't even appear like she realized it. Did it come automatically for her? He never heard her use it with anyone else, just him. Why me? The possible answer made his heart leap with hope. And courage. A quick surge of hope pushed him to do what he'd been tempted to for the past endless minutes.

"Believe me then," he said then pressed his lips on hers.

Even though it came as a surprise for Seren, she fell so easily. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it. She was guilty of thinking about it for a while now and tonight she realized that those thoughts paled to what it actually felt like. Dozens of butterflies fluttered in her stomach as Steve slipped his hand around the back of her neck to cradle her head exactly how he needed to. He would never tell her that while her height difference was frankly adorable, it left some maneuvering to do. He didn't mind; it seemed like for the first time he knew exactly what to do. He had Seren Soul, his literal star, in his arms. Nothing could be better than this.

But suddenly, the music stopped and instead the sound of Steve's phone buzzing filled the room.

They broke apart, dazed and confused — and perhaps a bit frightened in the beginning — until they connected the dots. A phone was ringing. As soon as Steve let her go, Seren missed his warmth.

Steve turned to where he'd left his phone and picked it up. "Natasha." He would absolutely get her for this one.

"You should take it," Seren said, awkwardly folding her arms over her chest. She was finally realizing what had just happened. "It could be important."

"You're important," Steve was quick to say and with all the meaning behind it too.

"Work is too." Seren smiled lightly, though somewhat sadly. There was something she wasn't saying and Steve felt like he honestly wasn't going to like it.

He turned his phone off and stuffed it into his back pocket. He was making it clear that whatever Seren wanted to say, she should say it now. He was giving her his undivided attention. "What is it?" he asked her.

Seren was reluctant to speak at first. She had just had possibly the best moment of her life and she was about to ruin it, and much worse she was about to hurt Steve. "You're important. You're so important—to the world and...me." She was promising herself at that moment that whatever she would say wouldn't hide her feelings. At this point, after a kiss like that, there was just no point in denying it anymore. "You're actually a bit intimidating." Her last minute admission prompted a light chuckle from Steve.

"Seriously?" he raised an eyebrow at her.

Seren nodded her head. Her arms dropped to her sides as she went on to explain. "You fought in a world war. You're everywhere in the history books. You fought, along with your friends, so that people like me—everyone—could live the way we do now. You're so important to the world, don't ever think you're not."

"As much as I thank you for those words, I have to confess that none of it really matters as much as it would to know what you think of me." Steve came up to her and stopped her body from turning away. Why couldn't she look at him all of a sudden?

"I already said it," she whispered. "Of course you're important to me. I have no idea when the hell you did this to me."

"I'm sensing a 'but' coming along here…" And it terrified him.

Seren finally gathered the courage to raise her head and meet his gaze. "But where we are right now...what we're doing...it's not a good idea."

"What do you mean?" Steve was utterly confused. He could see the pain flashing across Seren's eyes, a tell that she wanted nothing but the opposite of what she had just said. So why was she denying them the opportunity of being together?

Seren sighed heavily and moved around him. As he turned after her, she made it to the table against the wall. She picked up a slip of paper—a plane ticket—and turned back to him. "I'm going to France next week. Rebeca said that they're really interested now in what I'm doing here. Once I'm done here...it's more than likely that I'll be moving to France after. I'll be doing this all over again."

Steve didn't have the words at that moment. He was trying to quickly process everything Seren had just said. Moving? Again? Without knowing it, he was feeling the same ache in his heart as Seren was.

"Work is important," Seren went back to her previous words. She left the ticket back in its place and walked back. "If you keep doing what you're doing, you'll be ranking up top at S.H.I.E.L.D. That means more missions, long-term missions, and that'll lead to less opportunities to video call anyone, especially someone around the world." The more she thought about those potential missed calls, the harder it was to control her tears. "I don't want to put myself in a situation where I want you but I can't have you. I'm sure that you wouldn't want that type of relationship either."

No, no he wouldn't. It was painful enough going through that with Peggy and right now he was a lot closer with Seren and yet it didn't seem to be enough. She was right—she was around the world and he was doing his own missions on the other side.

"Steve," Seren reached for his hand and squeezed it. "I do want you. I want to be able to hold your hand like this, I want to talk with you every day, go on dates with you. God, I would really like to go on a date with you." She had to blink rapidly to avoid letting any tears get loose. "I want to do all the stuff I didn't get to do before."

"I want that too." Steve used their interlocked hands to tug her closer to him. He had no idea what to do for a date in the modern world but he had no doubt that whatever he'd come up with, Seren would flash him one of those soft smiles at him and tell him that he did just fine. He kissed her curled hair and rested his cheek over her head for a moment. "I understand what you're saying, Seren. I promise I do. I'd never want to force you into anything."

Seren hugged him tightly and, because he couldn't see her face at that moment, a few tears rolled down her face. "It just wouldn't be fair either of us. I don't want you to wait for me either."

"Seren—"

"No, Steve," she pulled away to meet his face, forgetting the stains of tears on her cheeks. "That's not fair to you." As much as it pained her to imagine him meeting someone else, she had to be fair and reasonable. "You're going home in a few days and you have every right to move forwards. You need to discover this new world, figure out what you want to do and what you will do. I've told you to do this from the day we met. Don't get stuck in the past."

The story of his life.

When would things actually work out for him? Before he said anything, Seren let him go and sat on the couch.

"I don't know how long I'll be away from home," she said. "It can be years. You can't waste your life waiting for someone who might never come home. I heard that can be a bitch."

Steve came over and sat down beside her. "Yeah," he solemnly agreed. It seemed like fate always wanted to hurt him in some kind of way.

Seren let out one long sigh. "The thing about S.H.I.E.L.D. and all this stuff is that...you don't really get to plan that far out. It never really bothered me before but...now I get it. You live in D.C. now. Who's to say that they won't have you relocate for a while? That's how Chloe started, you know. She lived in Arizona for a while and then they moved her to Florida. And then before I knew it, she was going all over the world."

"I wouldn't let that happen," Steve said firmly but Seren knew that if the situation really called for it, he would get up and leave. It was who he was and that's probably one of the reasons why she wanted to be with him. He was as committed to the job as much as she was.

"Yeah, you would," she said quietly, once again reaching for one of his hands between them. "Because you wouldn't be you if you didn't. I like you, I really do, but we can't act on it. At least not right now. You know we can't, right?"

"...yeah," Steve nodded. He squeezed her hand around his. He was unable to bring himself to look at her right now. It was like she said, he wanted her but he couldn't have her and that was the worst pain he ever felt in his life. The punches she gave him when she was brainwashed hurt way less than this.

He was afraid that Time might get in the way again and he might possibly never have her.

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[mooifyourecows]

moo i need advice. i’m gonna talk to my therapist n some other people ab it too but i’m taking all the help i can get.

there is a Situation at my work. i am a female presenting human at work and i have this coworker (we’ll call him A for simplicity’s sake) my age who was hired last month or the month before. he used to work at this coffee place in the same parking lot and spent his lunch breaks in my store sometimes so i knew him and we talked a bit before he was hired. i considered him an acquaintance bordering friend when he was hired. but some of my closer coworker friends told me last week that he said something like “i only applied here because i thought she was interested in me.”

i have been literally nothing but nice to him. i have never ever ever flirted with him or have done anything on my end other than just general customer service and coworker banter and conversation. i have had a serious long distance partner for over a year, best friends for 7 years before we even started dating. so when i heard he said that, after i clocked out and was waiting for my ride, i made it GLARINGLY obvious that i was taken in front of him (showed a pic of my partner to a coworker nearby him and did all my fun little gay jokes). it wasn’t directly at him but it was enough that he got the message. he knew i had a partner before this, but i just figured this would drive it home yk?

then after i left one of my coworkers texted me and said A was saying some MORE shit along the lines of “i dont care that she has a partner because they’re long distance and i want to take things slow anyway.” after i heard this i immediately went to my store manager to let her know and tell her that A makes me extremely uncomfortable and if it didn’t stop i was going to go to HR about it. none of this was said directly TO me, to my face, so that’s why i went in that direction. also this way there was a record of it and if my SM needed someone to vouch, she could ask the coworkers who he said this in front of. the night shift manager is now keeping him busy away from me when i work register whenever our schedules have an overlap which is good and the SM said she would talk to him and that if she heard (or heard about) anything else come out of his mouth like that, he’d be fired. i asked her to leave my name out of it, to not let him know that i said anything (ie, word it so it sounds like someone ELSE made the complaint because i don’t feel safe) and she agreed.

but last night he sent me a text saying that he wasn’t sure what he did wrong but he was told he did something to make me uncomfortable and apologized, explicitly telling me i didn’t need to respond to it because it was late and he had made me uncomfortable anyway (i blocked his number after that, i only had it for work related reasons in the first place but i realized i could use the store phone to call him if needed so it didn’t really matter).

now i have a couple options im juggling atm. one, show my SM the text and ask her what exactly she said to him to make him believe sending an “apology” text was okay. two, skip showing my SM and go directly to HR (which i really dont know how to do, id need help with that for sure). or three, talk to A directly (likely through text or in person with a witness) and see if i can get it figured out that way (only problem with this is that he got fired from his last job for yelling at THEIR store manager, so i’m a little spooked about what he would do if i confronted him at all about this).

again, im asking a bunch of people their opinions, especially my therapist about what to do because im totally fuckin clueless on the steps i need to take about anything. but u seem knowledgeable in dealing w assholery so it’s worth a shot to get your opinion too. idk. shit freaks me out and i would like to kick him very hard in the shins

Sounds like quite the predicament! First of all, I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and taking precautions to ensure your safety. It sounds to me like you've made all the right choices so far, especially letting your managers know your feelings so that they can have it on record and also take steps to protect you.

I know its difficult understanding what is right in situations like this. Maybe your coworker doesn't have any bad intentions and just genuinely has a crush on you. We can't fault people for their feelings but we CAN establish our boundaries and recognize when actions overstep those boundaries.

The fact that he took your politeness for interest is not your responsibility. It's his and his alone. The fact that feminine presenting individuals have to literally put on a cold and distant facade to protect themselves from unwanted advances from men who can't tell the difference between friendliness and flirting is tiresome and unfair. And it's not your fault that he's decided to misinterpret your actions and words.

Again, MAYBE his intentions hold no malice but the things he's said and done make you uncomfortable and that's completely understandable. Specifically getting a job in order to pursue you based off his misconceptions is predatory behavior! Maintaining his intentions to pursue you after you made it clear you are not single and not interested is predatory behavior. Him not realizing that it is doesn't make it any less exactly that.

Good job reaching out to your bosses! Seeing as this is a workplace problem, it SHOULD be on their radar. It is up to them to protect you in these situations. I would advise against confronting him on your own because your safety is the most important thing and its not your responsibility to explain to him what hes done wrong. Even if he wouldn't try to cause you harm and this IS all a misunderstanding on his part, he needs to understand that his actions are inappropriate. No hand holding. Leniency leaves room for hope. He cannot think that it's all just a little "oopsies, better luck next time" type of situation rather than the literal workplace violation it is. If he thinks that this is a problem only because you dont like him back, he could possibly move on from you to try doing the same thing to someone new in the future.

He needs to understand that he CANNOT act this way with his coworkers. It's not just disrespectful and inappropriate, but it's literally against the rules, and to some degree, against the law. Sexual harassment comes in all shapes and sizes and the sooner he understands that, the better! Letting men get away with stuff like this breeds more and more audacity which results in more and more uncomfortable and unsafe women. It could even advance to literal assault.

My advice is to inform your managers about the text and see what they think about it. If you feel like they are too lenient with their response, then absolutely go to HR. in fact, it might be good to fill HR in on the situation anyway, just in case. I'm not super well versed in workplace rules but I think just letting them know what is happening now before it escalates could be beneficial. They might even take the time to reach out to A and educate him on the rules and explain to him how his actions are inappropriate. I understand if you're worried about him getting fired or getting angry at you, but I dont think they'd outright punish or fire him on this one offense unless he did something much more extreme.

If you're scared to contact HR on your own, you can ask your managers to do it for you. I'm sure they would be willing to do so. It'd be beneficial for them too, honestly, to inform HR of the situation before it progresses because them knowing and not taking the necessary steps to protect you could make them look bad.

Overall, don't worry about this guy's feelings. If he really intended no malice, then yeah it might be embarrassing for him, but your safety and the safety of potential future victims is more important than his male fragility! It's best for him to learn now when he still has time to correct his mistakes than later when he's already deemed his behavior to be normal and acceptable!

Keep your friends and coworkers updated so they can keep their eye on the situation and take necessary steps to protect you. Don't let A pressure you into speaking to him, especially without other people around. If he wants to apologize, he can do so with multiple witnesses, and then move on and do his work without pestering you again.

I hope that he learns from this experience and doesn't try it again with you or anybody else! He needs to pursue romance in acceptable environments, not at work.

Good luck and stay safe! 🖤 I'm hoping it all goes smoothly and you can put your concerns to rest soon 🌈

[tonyhightower]

Morning.

Okay, I was joking before about being stir crazy, but it's not really a joke anymore.

This week, my son Felix turned three.

I'm sick as a dog. I can barely speak.

I'm exhausted, I'm burned out, I'm tired, I'm tired. I'm tired.

I'm stuck in Paris. (Stuck? In Paris? How can you even?) I haven't seen Paris yet, barely at all.

Right now, Paris is just a place I've managed to hurry through a couple of times to get some stuff from IKEA or the boulangerie, and then hobble home on my still-unhealed knee, because we gotta get dinner in, or Felix is edging towards a meltdown and we just need to get him to a place where that can happen more safely and less publicly, and then get him to calm the hell down and, for lack of a better term, go the fuck to sleep.

I don't have any money. We have two credit cards, both in my wife's name. It's okay, I have nothing to buy anyway.

I have nothing to offer. I'm taking up space. I'm Jo's second child. I fucking hate this part. I need her permission to do pretty much anything. This isn't what either of us signed up for.

I'm not doing French lessons. I'm barely keeping a Youtube channel afloat. I've put out a video every Tuesday, until this week. I have a script, It's shot (poorly, but it's at least ready), but this is Winter Vacation Week for X, and it's also his birthday week, so we planned our first party (which is code for: emailing every parent in town we know and begging them to come over, drink our wine, and be our friends).

And then X's Grandos are here for a few days to see our place, which is great on its face, but they're not here to babysit while J & I get our shit together. X is home for two weeks, and there's no respite.

I love my kid truly and forever. I love him so much that I'm sacrificing the one thing that's making myself sane, because it's more important, on a minute-to-minute basis, to make sure he's okay.

I was told that would start to happen less and less as he becomes a little more independent. Like, I'm looking forward to the last day I ever have to wipe his ass. We're not there, but that day is now on the horizon, which is a thought that brings me indescribable joy.

I'm off my meds. No more ADHD meds of any kind until I get my Carte Vitale. (Our Titre de Séjour is on its way.) Could be weeks. Could be months. So, as a substitute: coffee. Lots & lots of coffee. Morning, noon, night. Worrying about cortisol & anxiety is, to paraphrase Leona Helmsley on Paying Taxes, is for the little people. I have a kid I really want to raise properly.

I've spent the last six weeks literally unable to walk, unable to buy even the most basic of things for the house, unable to put any more art up on the walls, unable to dance or pick up or even sit down with my child to read a book. He has to come to the couch, like I’m 90.

It's his birthday today. He calls me "Broken Racecar." My heart breaks a little every time he says it.

Jo is doing so much around the house, at a time when she needs to be writing. That's her job. It's literally why we're here. It's why this is all happening. It's why I'm staring out the window at a city I really want to start falling in love with, that I really want to write about & take pictures of & interact with.

I'm stuck in the exit lounge. I'm standing on the banks of the Styx, waving a ticket at a boat that isn't in dock.

Get help. Yeah, I know. I know. Except ... English is not the LIngua Franca of this place (uh, Franca is), which means I can't just walk into a place and get either (a) the drugs I need, or (b) something more shrink-adjacent. (I truly don't think I have a genuine psychological issue at the moment; it's more just the isolation and the fact that my go-to fixes for what ails me are things I don't currently have access to for one reason or another. If I was running, I'd be fine. If I had a workspace and the time to actually make videos & write screenplays, I'd be better. If I was able to actually get out into Paris and, y'know, enjoy the city that we've all worked so hard to become a part of, and get involved in the new world we've crossed an ocean to but up against, then fuck yeah go me.)

But kvetching about this stuff in the hour every morning before my sick three-year-old wakes up is not a useful way to spend my time. I need to be cramming in a French lesson or CREATING TEH CONTENT or whatever. So, Ima get on that.

Fun stuff to come. Promise.

[charmdsinphony]

I also decided imma just dump this emotional baggage I’ve been dragging along since last year bc i want to vent about it but i feel unheard when i talk about to my group I’m with now. For some backstory; while in college on Nov 2015, i was hanging out with two former friends (Kiara, F and Lucas, M) on a sad day. Kiara was going to a funeral in a different city and was going to be gone for the weekend. We all hadn’t really known each other long, but Lucas and i still rallied to be some support. Anyway, she leaves to go ride with other friends of the deceased, bc she doesn’t want to drive. That’s around the time things changed for me and Lucas; he and I weren’t that close at the time, but we both wanted to try and be friends (at least i did). As soon as she left, he locks his door and walks over to where i am on the bed and yanks on my pants. I’m kinda confused bc he’d said something about wanting to have s3x with me in crude, off handed jokes before but i was with someone at the time and any other day i was alone with him, he surreptitiously managed to keep his hands to himself in those moments. I don’t think much of it like the idiot i am and he immediately pulls again and my clothes are suddenly halfway down my thighs and there’s a person inside me. No questions, no previous innuendo made during the very serious conversation reminiscing about our friend’s dead friend, no nothing. It probably doesn’t sound so bad being written like this but idk how to classify it 🤷🏾‍♀️ bc after a few mins i asked him to stop and he did. I didn’t wanna go through with it at first bc i was with someone else and i was reeling from the fact that i was technically cheating and didn’t know how to feel. But those few brief moments of whatever were enough to change how we spoke to each other. From not being able to hold a conversation at all the suddenly realizing we like a lot of the same stuff. I’ve realized that my word vomit was more than likely a trauma response. Everything else happened just as fast after that; the other dude i was talking to at the time was suddenly deciding to join the army and we broke up, 2 weeks later Lucas is asking if i wanna be his gf and i, again like a fucking idiot, say yes bc i think he’s just gonna leave in a few months and i wanna not think about the shitty relationship i just left. We were both so wrong. Fast forward, 4 years and some change and 1 slightly better but still very emotionally draining (on both ends bc i can be a lot and i know that) relationship later, i break up w/Lucas bc he’s not giving the effort I’m deserving of and i realize that I’m gay as shit. Nothing awful; i was the one who felt the worst about it but whatever. And one year, post break up, he wants to try and date a girl he liked in college before me. I’m friends with her too; we’ve all been friends since college, those two were just closer and that’s fine. Admittedly, my feelings got a lil hurt bc i knew he’d treat her better with no hesitation and no fighting, but i wanted them to be happy together. I’m really the other woman in their circle of things. I told both of them the same thing, them dating doesn’t bother me, but him doting on her kinda does. But she didn’t wanna go through with dating him bc she didn’t want to hurt my feelings. It hurts but I didn’t care then and I don’t now. I don’t want a person who can barely give me hype over a randomly sent titty picture but falls over their feet to make the next person feel like a queen. I’m hurt bc he couldn’t be bothered to try for me even when i asked; I don’t need that in my life. So she didn’t fully go through with it and he got mad at me bc he thought i gave him permission to date her then lied to to her to get her to not actually do it. It got messy and the rest of our friends got the impression that he didn’t like me, as did i. He didn’t even come and talk to me to admit that he did jump the shark and was kinda harsh to me until Dec 2021 and that was at the behest of our other friend, the one he tried to date, and it’s been weird and messy since then. And for all that…

I just wish he would’ve left me alone. He never liked me and the whole ordeal made it abundantly clear. He tolerated me at best and i hate myself for wanting to try to be happy and wanting to try and fix things with people when i know that no one else will ever really try and put the effort in me; not unless i do it first. And keep doing it until i burnout or retreat into myself. Now i feel wobbly and weird and gross all the time. No libido which makes me saddest of all bc i love feeling good like that and now my body feels tainted and discarded. Frustrated bc i feel unheard and like I’m faking something but idk what. And so alone. All this makes me feel so alone and I’m sick of this lonely alone shit. I wanna discard this old skin suit and be something else.

If you made it this far, I’m sorry you had to deal with my confusing, emotional ass story, but i hope you have the best day 🥰🥰🥰

#story time #sorry for being depressing #i feel better #weird confession #relationships are hard

[24hlevi]

Squid game characters react to s/o who smiles for the first time

im posting this bc im in need of fluff and im sure you all are too after all my angst posts recently w/ squid game so here <3

Squid Game Characters Reaction To Their S/o Smiling For The First Time

Squid Game Characters (Gi-Hun [456], Sangwoo [218], Sae-Byeok [067], & Junho X Gn!Reader

Gi-Hun [456]:

- gihun was starting to get worried that you didn’t like him with how many jokes he made that failed to make you laugh and even smile

- but one day, he made a joke/pickup line that he thought would make you laugh and so he told it to you when you got home from a stressful day at work

- “hey, y/n, why did i lose my heart? because you stole it!” he said to you with a wide smile on his face

- a smile lit up across your lips as well which surprised gihun as he hadn’t seen you smile even before

- he got so much more happier that he ran up to you and hugged you

- “i made you smile! that means you don’t hate me, right?!”

- he would then keep coming up with terrible pickup lines just to keep telling you them so that he would see you smile more

- but he wouldn’t mind if it took more time for it to happen, he is perfectly fine with knowing he at least made you smile once!

Sangwoo [218]:

- we all know sangwoo doesn’t smile basically at all so he really wouldn’t give a shit if you didn’t either

- so he didn’t try to make you smile either, it just happened naturally one day

- he was out on the porch smoking a cigarette early in the morning and you had woken up because of it when you walked out and took the cigarette away from him and took a hit of it yourself before saying “y’know smoking can kill you.” and then smiling

- let me tell you my man was shook to the point that all he could say was

- “that’s very attractive of you.”

- since then he would tell you when he’s going on smoke breaks if you both were together at the moment in hopes of seeing you smile again which he didn’t even realize

- he was whipped for you from that point on and he didn’t even know which you thought was funny especially when you told him and he just denied it over and over again

- but he knew he was, he couldn’t help it </3

Sae-Byeok [067]:

- saebyeok didn’t care much about if you didn’t smile or laugh around her, but there was still a tiny piece of her that would be sad about it despite being the same herself

- she didn’t try to figure out ways to make you smile but then she came up with the idea of kissing you for the first time and seeing how it went

- so while you two were sitting inside your place on the couch and talking, saebyeok suddenly just stopped your talking by kissing you

- and when she pulled away, the first thing she saw was a smile plastered on your face, resulting in her smiling back

- “i guess i’ll just have to kiss you a lot so i can see that smile more.”

- she wasn’t lying, she really did that so it would work which is very hot of her

- but eventually she would try and find different ways to make you smile more after seeing how beautiful your smile was and because she wanted to see it more

- this would also cause saebyeok to smile a lot more too, because seeing your smile makes her smile despite how much she denies it

Junho:

- junho is another one who thought you didn’t like him genuinely which made him really sad because he thought the reason was his job

- so he took a “vacation” for two weeks when it was him staying at home with you the whole time

- junho got you to smile when you came home from wherever and he had made you a full course meal all by himself with a smile on his face as he stood in the dining room with his hands open, gesturing to the table that was filled completely with food and wine

- “i made you this dinner because i love you, and i hope you love me too.”

- he really thought you didn’t like him so please reassure him that you do or else he’ll do this everyday and won’t stop until he knows completely

- he would be so happy that he got you to smile with this idea and that it worked so every two weeks, junho would take the day off work and make a full meal like that day so you both can be reminded of when you first smiled and when he knew that you did love him

- he would try other ways to make you smile and every time it worked, he would write it down so he knows how to make you smile for literally everything :( he’s so sweet

- junho would always work so hard just to make you smile because he loves seeing it so much that he can’t help but have to work his hardest just so he can see it once more

#squid game scenarios #squid game hcs #squid game x reader #squid game #seong gi hun #seong gi hun x reader #gi hun scenarios #gi hun hcs #gi hun #gi hun x reader #cho sang woo #cho sang woo x reader #sangwoo scenarios #sangwoo hcs #sangwoo x reader #kang sae byeok #kang sae byeok x reader #sae byeok scenarios #sae byeok hcs #sae byeok #sae byeok x reader #hwang junho #hwang junho x reader #junho headcannons #junho hcs #junho x reader #junho scenario

[astralkoo]

The Snack Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: neighbors au, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.4k

Summary: in which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Warnings: strong language, technically breaking & entering, broke college student struggles, older!reader, Jungkook saying noona, explicit sexual content; sub!jungkook, dom!reader, blowjob, kitty gets ate, sixty-nine, very mild degrading (jk gets called a slut like once), needy jk, fingering (m. receiving)

— author’s note; it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? i’ve been trying to get back into my groove so hopefully this is the start of a very active and productive summer for my writing. also! this is cross posted on my new wattpad account bckupbabies so if you see it on there, that’s me don’t worry!

You woke with a start, heart pounding, skin drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping at your chest.

There's someone in your apartment.

It was a split second realization, one that ripped you violently from the gentle thralls of sleep and had thick, stifling terror settling like heavy stones in your gut. Sucking your lips into your mouth to prevent your breath from coming out too audibly, you strained your ears, listening carefully. At first, all you could make out was the soft whirring of the fan above your head. But then—

Thud.

In an instant, you were out from beneath the covers, a shiver rushing down your spine as the cold night air nipped at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Instinctively, your hand shot to the nightstand, rushing over the smooth wood surface, seeking out your phone. Only— it wasn't there. Shit. You must've accidentally left it on the counter last night. Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you stumbled through the darkness, bracing a steadying palm against the wall to guide yourself across the bedroom.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You hissed, searching blindly for the item you're always sure to keep near your bedside in case of a situation just like this. It didn't take long before your fingers grazed the smooth rubber grip of your old-reliable baseball bat. You let out a cautious exhale and moved silently towards the door, careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak.

Keeping your back against the wall, you stepped into the short hall. You could hear more clearly without the separation of your bedroom door; the heavy footsteps and low grumbling voice. It wasn't just your sleep hazed mind playing a nasty trick; there was someone in your goddamn apartment. A combination of fear and rage heated the blood currently rushing through your veins, the thundering of your pulse almost deafening in your ears.

Another loud bang sounded through your apartment and your shoulders tensed.

Were they even trying to be quiet? What a shitty burglar. They should've done their research before busting in. You were a broke college student working at a freaking campus cafe just barely able to afford paying your rent every month. The most valuable thing in your apartment was probably the ultra soft two ply toilet paper you'd splurged on last time you went shopping for basic necessities.

And you'd be sure to bash the bastard's head in before he could lay his greedy fingers on your precious two ply.

Letting out your fiercest battle cry, you swung your bat over your head and launched yourself out from behind the wall, poised for the attack. The man in your kitchen, who was elbow deep in your snack cabinet, shrieked (incredibly un-burglar-like, you might add). The sound was so high pitched and sharp that you flinched, startled as he whirled around clumsily, not only banging his elbows but tripping over his own feet in the process. You were barely able to catch a glimpse of his face before he fell, disappearing behind the counter.

But something about that scream was vaguely... familiar?

"Jungkook?"

The top of his head peeked out from behind the countertop, familiar doe eyes blinking back at you sheepishly. "Hi, noona."

The tension in your shoulders immediately melted upon realizing that you in fact not being robbed by an armed lunatic— rather, you were being robbed by your annoying next door neighbor. Again.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You hissed sharply, frustration flaring, "it's fucking three in the morning! Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

"I was hungry!"

"That doesn't explain why you're here!"

"I was craving ramyeon but I ran out! And– and you always have extra anyway so I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Ha! You thought I wouldn't mind—" You gritted your teeth, on the verge of seething when you noticed he was still ducked behind the counter. "Why are you still hiding? Get over here." So I can beat your ramyeon stealing ass, you added in your head.

"Drop the bat— then we can talk." He bargained, nodding pointedly towards your weapon, still poised for attack.

Grunting, you reluctantly released the handle, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clang.

Jungkook let out a low breath of relief, before meekly stepping out from his position behind the counter. Your eyes immediately dropped to his hands, still desperately clutching onto two packets of ramyeon.

Pinning him with a glare meant to reprimand, you crossed your arms firmly over your chest. "Jungkook, you can not keep—" your scolding was abruptly interrupted by a low, thunderous rumbling, your gaze jumping in surprise to the younger boy's face, which was now donning an embarrassed blush. "W– was that your stomach?"

Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded, head dropping in shame.

A wave of sympathy washed over you upon realizing just how hungry he must be. Any anger at having your sleep ever so rudely disrupted quickly fizzled out, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he shuffled his feet shyly.

"Geez, this brat." You muttered under your breath, trudging over to where he stood and snatching the ramyeon packets from his grasp. He looked up at you with wide, pitiful eyes, and you could tell he thought that you were going to kick him to the curb. Instead, you jerked your chin into the direction of the couch and said, "go sit down while I make these. Don't need you hovering over my damn shoulder."

It would be a lie to say your heart didn't flutter a little at the sheer amount of excitement that lit up his face, pink lips breaking into a wide, uncontainable grin. Deciding not to push his luck, he quickly bobbed his head and scampered over to the couch, tossing a bubbly, "thank you, noona!" over his shoulder as he went.

You scoffed, though the corners of your mouth tipped upwards in spite of yourself.

The kid was cute. You'd give him that much. With those big shiny eyes and that stupid bucktoothed grin. Even if he was a perpetual trespasser and a food thief to boot, you'd let his little indiscretions slide... for now.

The ramyeon didn't take long to make, but, even all the way across the room, you could practically hear Jungkook's stomach growling up a storm by the time you were pouring it into two separate bowls. He was squirming on the couch, peaking over the back of it with wide, wanting eyes, damn near drooling at the mere smell of the sodium soaked noodles.

"Don't spill," you warned with a click of your tongue as made your way to the couch, handing him one of the bowls, "eat this, then go home, alright?"

Jungkook was already stuffing his cheeks before you'd even finished speaking, but he paused to pout over at you upon processing your words. "Noona..." he gurgled in soft whine around his mouth full of noodles, making sure to swallow before he finished, "why do you want me to leave so badly? You're hurting my feelings."

You scoffed as he pressed a large hand to his chest, wincing dramatically as if your words had somehow truly wounded him. "Do I have to remind you that it's 3am? I was sleeping. I would like to go back to sleep. I was having a very good dream before you fucking broke in to my apartment and tried to rob me." You hissed, plopping down on the couch beside him and shoveling your ramyeon into your own mouth.

Damn. That shit was good.

"I wasn't robbing you." He protested weakly. You raised an unconvinced brow.  "Just... borrowing."

You barked out a laugh. "Oh? So you were planning to return all the snacks you were about to steal?" His eyes lowered, a guilty pout turning the corners of his mouth downwards. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Still..." he grumbled bitterly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. "I'm much more fun than sleep."

You snorted. "I beg to differ."

There was an uncharacteristic lull of silence, and you spared a questioning glance in Jungkook's direction, not expected to be greeted by the astonished expression painted across his face.

He looked... genuinely offended.

"Noona," he sounded rather distraught as he set his half eaten bowl down on the coffee table before turning his body fully towards you, "how could you say that?"

Your brows lifted expectantly, confusion swimming in your gaze. "What?" You laughed lightly, not understanding why he suddenly seemed upset. You were just joking around... had you accidentally hit a nerve?

"You have fun with me." He insisted once more, a certain desperation to his words.

"Yeah... when it's not 3am."

"Liar." He scowled, gaze dropping to where his fingers were tracing miscellaneous shapes on the fabric of your couch. "That's when you have the most fun with me."

His voice had dropped into a low whisper at that last part, so you had to strain your ears a bit to make out exactly what it was he was saying. At first, you were confused. The most fun...? But then you saw the faint blush coating his cheeks, the shy fluttering of his lashes, the nervous fidgeting of his fingers...

And it clicked.

A few weeks ago, you did something stupid. Something you shouldn't have done. You'd given into urges that should have remained buried deep, deep inside of you.

"Jungkook." Your voice held a warning pitch as you growled his name. He shuddered ever so faintly at the shift in your tone and quickly turned away from you, snagging his lower lip tightly between his teeth.

"It's true..." he grumbled petulantly, kicking his foot lightly against the leg of your coffee table.

You stared at his profile through furrowed brows, gaze hard and unwavering as you set your own bowl onto the table. "We talked about this, Jungkook. We agreed not to bring it up again!"

"No, you— you made that decision all on your own." He protested quickly, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. "I made no such promise."

"Jungkook," you sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your fingers into your temples as they throbbed, "what I did—"

"We," he corrected, leveling you with a stubborn glare, "what we did. Stop acting like I wasn't a willing participant."

"You're a kid—"

"I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!"

"No. You can't."

At that, his expression hardened, lips pursing, fingers curling into tight fists, eyes flaring with determination.

"Watch me."

In the next second he was on top of you, straddling your lap, large hands cradling your jaw as he pressed his warm lips purposefully to yours.

Startled, your hands leapt to hold his waist, instinctively steadying him. The rest of your body remained stiff and unresponsive, frozen in shock from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss. It wasn't until Jungkook let out a soft, pleading whine against your unmoving mouth that you were kickstarted back into motion.

"Jungkook," you gasped out his name, somewhat more breathlessly than you intended, hands rushing between your bodies to push him away by the swells of his firm chest, "w–what are you—"

"You want me." The younger boy swiftly interrupted, his warm breath caressing your lips as his fingers gripped gently at the back of your neck. "You want me. You can't deny it. You said so."

You were goddamn dizzy. "When did I—"

"Fuck, Jungkook. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." It took you an extra second to realize that he was quoting back your words from that night. Word for fucking word. Heat rushed to your face, your hand gripping harder at the thin fabric of his top.

"How do you even remember that." You grumbled bitterly, embarrassed at having been called out.

The corner of his mouth curled into a small, teasing smile. "I have a pretty good memory."

"Bullshit," you scoffed, "I can't count the number of times you've forgotten to bring back the shit that you 'borrowed' from me. I bet you have a fucking closet full of my sweatshirts."

"I didn't forget... I just didn't want to give them back." He informed you in a soft, lilting hum, running his thumb over the smooth cut of your jaw.

"Thief." You spat, but the word lacked any real fire. It sounded weak on your tongue, a soft fluttering of breath that easily could have been mistaken for a moan. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth, desire pooling within them, so thick and dark that you felt it polluting the air around you, polluting your lungs with every jagged inhale.

He shifted on top of you, strong thighs squeezing around your hips. You tried to pretend that you didn't feel the press of something hot and hard against the top of your leg, but the tremble of your eyes and the clench of your fingers were not easily mistaken.

Jungkook sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of his lower lip, and your gaze followed the motion unconsciously. You didn't even realize you were staring at his mouth until he spoke in that low, hoarse whisper, ripping you violently from your trance.

"Can I take a little more?"

Your brain was screaming at you to say no, screaming at you to not be selfish, to not be greedy. To not want something so terribly that you felt it trembling through your very bones. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He was too young, too naive, too sensitive. You'd break the poor boy before he even realized what happened.

You should say no.

Mind made up, you opened your mouth, fully prepared to reject the boy and put a stop to whatever the hell this had become, right then and there. You were prepared to be the responsible senior that you needed to be, for both his sake and yours.

But what actually came out was something entirely different.

"Yes."

Jungkook barely had time to let out a happy whimper before his mouth was back on yours. A soft groan rumbled in your chest as your arms curled around his slim waist, tugging him ever closer. Long fingers tangled in your hair, he gently tugged your head back, leaning himself over you in order to deepen the kiss. You permitted him to do so without resistance, lips parting to allow his eager tongue to invade your mouth.

His body was hot and heavy above yours, but you didn't mind the added weight, the pressure on your thigh probably the only thing keeping you grounded. Because the heat between your legs was a anything but grounding. Sticky and wet, an accumulation of unspoken need and neglected lust that refused to be ignored for even a moment longer. A bleary haze fell over your mind, all the blood in your head suddenly rushing downwards to feed the growing flames in your groin.

The first roll of his hips was so minute, so slight that you would have missed it completely had it not been for the soft, airy moan that escaped his throat. The second was less than subtle, a hard, deliberate grind that rocked his already half-hard erection against your stomach. You felt it there, where your shirt had ridden up to expose a thin strip of skin, the front of his sweatpants growing thick and damp with his steadily increasing arousal. Your grip around him tightened, nails biting into his clothed hips hard enough to have crimson flowers blossoming across his golden flesh.

The sting coaxed a strained moan from Jungkook's inflamed lips, the rolling of his hips growing more frantic. You were quick to steady them, not wanting him to overexcite himself too soon.

"Calm down." Even in your own ears, you voice sounded thick and unstable, and you silently cursed yourself for having gotten so worked up by a mere kiss. But, in your defense, it was one hell of a kiss.

"I'm calm." He insisted unconvincingly through harsh pants, fighting for oxygen but not willing to pull away from you lips long enough to actually breathe. Quite the dilemma.

You chuckled softly, sliding a hand up to grip his jaw, preventing his mouth from finding yours for just long enough to soothe the fierce burn in your lungs. He took that opportunity to strip himself of his top, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the unexpectedly display of glowing, sun-kissed skin you found before you, stretched across thick, toned muscle that flexed and tightened with even the most minuscule of movements. Subconsciously, your tongue slipped out of your suddenly dry mouth, dragging over your swollen lips.

Jungkook mimicked the motion, reaching down with ink embroidered hands to grip your wrists, gently guiding them up the length of his fit torso. "Touch me." It was a plea, the low whimper lacing the words a dead giveaway of his unyielding desperation.

You didn't hesitate to comply.

Pushing forward, you set vengeful teeth upon his prominent collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave your mark. He moaned loudly, head falling back as your nails raked over his sensitive nipples. A violent shiver transversed his body, goosebumps rippling across his exposed skin that was set on fire by your greedy touch. He found the back of your head and neck with trembling hands, urging you closer without use of words. You kissed up the length of his taut throat, sucking and licking until you were content with the colorful array of bruises you'd left in your wake.

"Kiss me." You whispered against the defined curve of his jaw, wanting another taste of those pretty little lips. His head dropped forward obediently, mouth open and ready to be received by you. Fuck, he looked so hot from that angle; dark, hooded eyes pooling with lust so deep you could drown it it, kissable, rose petal lips glistening and swollen and just begging for attention, full cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red that only enticed you further.

How could he look so ruined? You hadn't even touched his dick yet.

The thought roused a scoff in the back of your throat, and Jungkook pulled back slightly at the sound. "What?" He asked, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"Nothing..." you grinned lazily, before kissing him slowly, deeply, lustfully; kissing him in such a way that the poor boy was trembling in your lap, gasping and whining by the time you pulled away with a lewd smack, lips wet and stained an erotic crimson. You chuckled as he swallowed, pupils blow and unfocused. Reaching up, you cupped his chin, rolling your thumb over his lower lip. He sighed, eyes fluttering as he teased the tip of the digit with his tongue.

"... just wanna put your dick in my mouth."

At that, his shimmering doe eyes popped open wide, shocked— then excited.

"Don't tease me." He pleaded weakly, hips stuttering over your thighs.

You reach between your bodies, taking the time to revere the fine-tuned slopes and edges of his ridged abdomen, before finally finding the hard outline of his flushed, angry cock straining against the thick fabric of his sweats. He gasped brokenly at the contact, forehead falling against your shoulder as he gripped desperately onto your arms, dull nails digging into your biceps. You turned, smirking lips feathering over the shell of his pink tinted ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

And then, he was on his back.

Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise, chest heaving as he attempted to process the sudden change in position. But you didn't give him the chance, slotting yourself between his spread thighs

"W– we didn't do this last time." He stuttered clumsily, staring up at you with those wide, dangerously innocent eyes that made you want to absolutely wreck him.

"No, we didn't." You confirmed, nipping lightly at one of his pert brown nipples. He jolted, letting out a low, unsteady moan of your name, a cry for your attention.

"S– sensitive, noona."

God, he is so fucking cute.

"I'll be gentle." The reassurance did little to soothe the violent thundering of his heart, the heavy thrum of it setting his every limb to shaking.

He was nervous. You could tell. Understandably.

Truth is— Jungkook was a virgin.

Key word: was.

As in, before he broke into your apartment at 3am on that fateful morning where you lost your cool because damn did you he look good in that skin tight black t-shirt that showed off those sexy tattoos and those thigh hugging black skinny jeans that squeezed his cute butt in all the right places. Of course, you didn't discover that until after the deed was done (seeing as he hadn't had the mind to tell you while your tongue was shoved halfway down his throat).

But god, you felt so guilty. You'd never taken anyone's virginity before. And you weren't so sure fucking on a kitchen counter was the most... romantic way of losing it. It had been quick, messy, all sweat and teeth and nails, the blunt edge of the cold counter digging into your ass.

Sure, it felt fucking amazing, and you'd received no complaints from Jungkook's end. But still. Had you known, you would've been... gentler. Or, at the very least, you would have had the tact to take him to bed.

You hadn't even blown him for fucks sake.

So, if you were doing this —and, as it appeared, you were most definitely doing this— then goddamnit, you were going to do it right and make up for all the things you hadn't done his first time.

You descended his body slowly, taking your sweet time licking and nibbling over all his lovely curves and sharp edges, marking the places you'd been with pink, flowering bruises. His head kicked back, mouth falling open around an onslaught of heady moans as he reveled in your unrelenting affections. Distracted, he didn't even notice you slipping his pants down his legs until the cool air hit the sensitive tip of his weeping cock.

"N– noona!" He propped himself up on his elbows, desperate to see you, to find your eyes through the disorienting cloud of lust he found himself engulfed in. Arousal spun his brain into useless mush inside of his skull at the sight of you between his legs, looking right back up at him, pretty mouth hovering just above his hard need, soft breath caressing the feverish skin.

"Relax, Jungkook. It'll feel good." You chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss to his hip.

"I– I know," he swallowed, and you didn't miss the dark blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shyly, "I just— I want to make you feel good... too... b- because last time you didn't..."

Last time you didn't...?

Oh.

Oh.

"Okay," you hummed simply, pushing yourself up with an easy smile, "I can think of a solution."

Jungkook watched with bated breath as you stood, damn near choking on his own spit when you abruptly shoved your pajama shorts down your legs. "N- no underwear?" He whispered, voice hoarse and strained as he stared unabashedly at the bare expanse of smooth skin between your thighs, glistening with sticky wetness.

You smirked faintly, appreciating the reverence glistening in his melting brown eyes. "For convenience sake," you teased.

He flopped down on the couch with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, you're killing me."

Leaning over the younger boy, you pressed a deep, purposeful kiss to his delicate, lovely lips, eliciting an appreciative moan from his burning chest.

"Don't worry..." you pulled back, breathing the words into his open mouth, "I'll do it slow."

"Fuck..." he squeaked.

Laughing softly, you dropped your knees to the edge of the sofa and splayed a hand over his toned stomach. He was hard and warm to the touch, and you liked the way his muscles flinched and fluttered beneath your palm.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," you pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the way it bobbed as he swallowed, "I'm gonna get on top of you..." you walked your fingers down towards where his dick lay, red and leaking across his belly, "and you're going to eat me out," he moaned shakily against your cheek, hands lifting to grip your arms, "while I suck your pretty little cock. How's that sound?"

"S– so good. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good." He pulled at you greedily, begging you with wide, wanting eyes.

You caved to him all too easily, carefully maneuvering your body until you were situated above him, knees planted on the cushion on either side of his head. Hot breath rushed over your exposed core, sending shivers ricocheting down your spine. Hands gripped at your thighs, rough and calloused against your skin. He was pulling again, whining out soft, shuddering "please, please, please" as he tugged at your hips, trying to get you closer. Closer.

Teasingly, you kept your hips raised, just out of reach of his ravenous mouth, so eager to steal a taste. "Noona," he whined petulantly, "don't be cruel."

Cruel? You nearly scoffed. You haven't even begun.

Regardless, you decided to end the torture there, lowering your hips until you were within his reach. He didn't let a moment pass before his tongue was on you, lapping eagerly at your wet slit. You gasped, clutching tightly onto the thick muscles of his thighs, your own legs growing weak under his relentless ministrations.

Holy shit. You didn't expect it to feel that good.

It was only when Jungkook's hips bucked beneath you, a pleading whimper vibrating through your center, that you realized you weren't fulfilling your end of the deal. Stuttering back into motion, you encircled his hard length in an unsteady hand, feeling the raw heat of it throbbing angrily within your grasp.

"You're good with your tongue, baby." You chuckled breathlessly, pumping him slowly with the help of his spilling precum. He moaned in response to the praise, long fingers digging in hard to the flesh of your ass. Another, more violent tremble wracked your body as his tongue dragged over your sensitive clit, the responding rush of pleasure pulling a low groan from your chest.

Shit, if he kept that up—

Feeling that you'd given him enough of a head start, you dipped down, swiftly engulfing his glistening tip in your lips. Jungkook gasped against you, and you could almost picture his eyes snapping wide open, jaw going slack. The blissful pressure of his tongue gave way to cold air as he tensed and shuddered beneath you, all those hard, rigid muscles turning to jelly as he processed the mind numbing sensation of your mouth around his cock. It was an unwelcome absence, and you quickly found yourself growing impatient and —shamefully enough— needy, your aching core craving attention.

But Jungkook was a mess beneath you, moaning and whining pathetically as his hips bucked and spasmed, entirely overwhelmed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you so tightly you were certain you'd be feeling it tomorrow. You felt his tongue, sloppy and uncoordinated lapping at your folds with a desperation that set your blood to flames. The vibrations of his sounds resonated through your clit, and you hastened your own movement, feeling yourself clench and throb with your impending release.

You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen tip to your lower lip, before sliding your hands beneath his ample thighs and tugging.

"Lift your legs for me, baby."

He obeyed immediately, feet rising from the cushion, too lost in your intoxicating taste to second guess what you were planning. At least, not until he felt your touch shifting from his thighs to his ass, and a warm, wet dribble of saliva sliding over his hole. He flinched violently, a gasp shooting from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Ah–! N- Noona, where are you touching—" he yelped, trying to sit up and catch a glimpse around the shape of your body. Swinging your ankles up to rest against his shoulders, you forced him back down, looking back at him from over your shoulder with a cocked brow and a seductive grin.

"Where do you think?" You chuckling teasingly. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah..." he whispered shyly, and you could practically feel the heat of his blush radiating against your skin as he confessed, "I– I showered before coming over..."

"Good." You slid a single finger over the ring of muscle, watching in amusement as it fluttered and clenched in response to the unsubstantial caress. "Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?"

At first he only nodded, but choked out a soft "okay" when you pinched his thigh, urging him to use his words.

Purring out a low praise, you returned to his cock, licking a thick strip from base to tip as your index slowly circled his entrance. Jungkook whined and squirmed, still trying his best to keep up with pleasuring you. It was cute, feeling and hearing him struggle.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of face he was making beneath your dripping cunt. Were his eyes rolling to the back of his head? Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth? Was his feverish skin glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your arousal? Fuck, you were so curious.

In an attempt to stifle your frustration over not getting to see what kind of fucked out expression he wore, you sunk the tip of your digit into his hole, down to the first knuckle. Jungkook gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his already hard grip on your thighs tightening further. Even with just the tip in, he was clenching hard, and you allowed him a handful of moments to adjust to the sensation. You hummed around his length, swirling your tongue expertly over his sensitive tip to distract from any momentary discomfort he might've been feeling.

It seemed to work well enough, his body gradually relaxing around you as he let out soft, airy moans, delicate whispers of your name fluttering from his lips. "You can—" he whimpered as you licked his slit, "you can put it in deeper."

Heat coiled in your gut, a wicked smirk spreading across your face. "You want it deeper, kookie?" There was a taunting pitch to your words that had the boy curling in on himself, skin hot with embarrassment. When he made no effort to respond, you squeezed your free hand around the thick base of his dick, wrenching a cry from his throat. "If you want it deeper, you have to ask nicely."

"You're so mean, Noona." He whined hoarsely, the muscles in his legs tensing sporadically from the effort it was taking to not fuck himself into your closed fist.

"That didn't sound like a question..."

Jungkook groaned weakly, head tossed back in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. There was a beat, and then you felt the shy press of his lips against your clit accompanied by a light flick of his tongue.

"P– please put it in deeper, Noona..."

"Mmm, good boy," you emphasized the praise by slipping the rest of your finger into his tight heat, spitting once more to ensure substantial lubrications.

"Ngh— oh f– fuck—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No it just..." he swallowed thickly, "feels a little weird."

"This should help with that," you murmured, more so to yourself than him, curling your finger in search of that small bundle of nerves that would make him—

"Ah! Oh fuck!"

A smug grin settled across your lips. Found it.

Jungkook moaned loudly, tossing his head back, hips bucking violently as you rolled your finger against his prostate, sending tendrils of white hot pleasure bursting through his body. That's more like it.

"Feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Feels– ah! Feels so good, noona," he sobbed brokenly, clutching onto your legs. You thrust your finger into him slowly, making sure to ease him into the feeling of having something inside of him. If you played this right, perhaps he'd let you do more than just finger him. You had toys sitting in your closet that you were just dying to use. Who better on than the cute snack thief next door?

"Think you can take another?" You asked, a bit eager to stretch him out, to see how much he could handle.

He nodded quickly, grinding his hips greedily down onto your finger, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. "Please. Please. I want more."

"Needy little slut." You laughed dryly, nudging your middle finger against the rim of his wet hole. You sure as hell didn't miss the way his pretty cock twitched in response to the degrading words, and a whole new round of excitement festered inside of you.

You were going to have so much fun with him.

It took a bit of careful prodding before you managed to press the length of your second digit inside of him, his tight walls clamping down around the invading appendages.

"Please move." He begged pathetically.

You planted a steadying palm to his hips as they began to buck, holding them down against the cushion. "You're too tight, sweetheart."

"I– I can't help it." He whined, a distressed cry breaking from his heaving chest.

Sympathy swirled in your belly. You could damn near feel the desperation radiating from his body in thick, hot waves. Dipping your head, you pressed a light kiss to the swollen, red head of his shuddering cock.

"Then let me help you relax."

Jungkook sobbed as you took him into your mouth, the warmth of your skilled tongue tracing a slow ring around the underside of his tip sending his head into a tailspin. It wasn't long before you felt the tension in his muscles melting away, quickly snatching the opportunity to start fucking your fingers into him. The pace you set was slow and steady, but you made sure that with every thrust you were brushing against his prostate.

The amount of pleasure rushing through his body at that point was overwhelming, and he'd been reduced to a moaning, crying mess beneath you. Any words he managed to choke out between his sounds of bliss was broken and unintelligible on swollen lips. A small corner of your mind was concerned about your neighbors, wondering if they could hear his wailing through the dangerously thin walls.

"N– Noona— it's so good, oh my god feels so fucking good—"

Fuck. To hell with the neighbors. They should be goddamn grateful.

You sped up the pace of your fingers, burying them down to the knuckle with each thrust. He was writhing now, unable to control his body let alone keep still as he was engulfed in a mind numbing heat. It wrapped itself around his every limb, his every sense overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his impending release.

"I– I think I'm gonna—" he couldn't even make it through his warning before he was cut off by his own whimpers. Luckily, you didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was trying to say. The signs were obvious enough, especially with the way his wall were throbbing around your fingers, the way he was pulsing between your lips, lathering the back of your tongue with an onslaught his salty pre-cum.

You hastened your ministrations, taking him off guard as your plunged down on his cock, stopping only when your lips met the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. Jungkook cried out a shattered version of your name, unable to stop his hips from jerking up violently at the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you swallowed.

That seemed to be the last push he needed, because within the next second he was writhing and spilling hot cum down your throat, walls clamping down so hard around your fingers you worried they might break.

It was like nothing he'd every experienced before, he could feel it in every single part of his body. From his curled toes to his trembling finger tips, every last inch of him was devastated by the hurricane of erotic bliss. And unlike every other orgasms he'd experienced in the past, the high of it last way longer than just a few seconds. By the time it finally began to fade, he was still shaking.

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, but he still whimpered at the sensitivity, quivering legs squeezing shut. Maneuvering around so that you were draped over his chest, you whispered soft apologies against his throat and jaw, spilling soothing kisses across the flushed, perspiring skin. Jungkook curled into you, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

For a while you stayed like that, letting him bask in the post-orgasmic bliss as you bathed him in the kind of tender affection that he wasn't used to receiving from you. But, you'd always considered aftercare a vital part of a good sexual experience so, even if it was a bit out of character, you were more than happy to tell him just how good he'd been for you. And he was more than happy to relish in your praise.

"Noona?" He called for your attention suddenly, after his breathing had finally evened out and the deep crimson coating his cheeks had faded into an endearing pink.

"Yes?"

Against your lips, you felt him swallow.

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"I didn't." You admitted after a beat, suddenly reminded of the ache between your legs. You'd managed to be distracted from it, entirely too focused on breaking Jungkook in all the best ways to be concerned with receiving any pleasure. But now, you found yourself very much aware of just how badly you were craving your own release. Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together.

There was a pause.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"Sit on my face."

The demand had your hooded eyes flying wide open, mouth freezing mid-kiss.

"... please." He remedied in a bashful whisper.

For a moment, your brain went blank, not fully processing the request. But when it finally did, there were only two words that flooded into your mind and rushed from your lips in a breathless, excited murmur.

Fuck yes.

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[from-a-reckless-writer]

iii. Luthor

read on ao3

She got hit by a bus. She definitely got hit by a bus.

No, no, wait.

She's-

"You're awake. Oh, thank God."

When her eyes blink open, it's to the extremely bright florescent lights of the DEO med bay. Senses come back to her slowly; the sharp smell of alcohol, the dry cool sheets against her skin, and Alex.

Alex's voice, then her heartbeat.

She tries to sit up but Alex puts a hand on her shoulder, gently pushes her back down.

"Ugh," she groans as dizziness overtakes her. "How long was I out?"

"30 hours, give or take. You need to take it easy, Kara,” her sister sighs. “You’re lucky we got to you when we did. Lillian got away though, I’m sorry.”

“T-they had Kryptonite, Alex.”

“I know.”

She breathes in deep, lets it out through parted lips, hand coming up to massage her temple.

“Lena? Where’s Lena?”

“Nia said she found her passed out on your bed,” Alex says, adjusting the sunlamps so it isn’t glaring into Kara’s face. “She’s been staying vigil by your side since yesterday. That woman needs to learn how to rest. I swear to God, the both of you—”

“What?” she asks.

“I wanna go home,” she tells her. Alex makes a sound of protest, so Kara argues, “You know you hit two stones with one bird if you keep us together.”

She hears Alex halt in her movements.

She squints against the remaining brightness of the unadjusted sunlamp. Her sister arms frozen mid-way.

Alex is giving her a strange look.

Alex’s eyes narrow at her.

“What did you say?” Alex demands. “Just now, what did you say? Did you say two stones with one bird?”

Kara shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts enough to rewind back the last few seconds. She finds she can’t remember. She was saying something about Lena, about-

Going home?????

Her head feels fuzzy. Heavy.

“Mm’sorry must still be a bit out of it.”

“I’m doing another scan,” her sister says, words final and Kara groans loudly.

“Ughh, Alex. Please. I want to go home. There’s probably nothing wrong.”

Alex wheels her out nonetheless.

******

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

“Alex?”

She doesn’t understand, why is- why does Alex look like that? Alex’s eyes are bloodshot. What- Why is her head fuzzy? Why is she-

She pulls a hand to her temple. She can’t. A metallic clang echoes.

She’s cuffed; strapped and held-down. There are restraints around her ankles, her waist even.

And then it occurs to her, the whole room is bathed in red.

Red sun emulators.

What?

Why?

There is a familiar buzzing in her ears, too. Tinny. Painful.

Kryptonite.

“Alex,” she croaks.

Her sister is standing stiffly at the far end of the bed (if you can even call this piece of metal a bed.). Her lips set in a thin line. There are dark bags under her eyes. Kara feels like shit. But Alex, Alex looks like shit.

“W-what’s happening? Wha- why am I—”

Rao, even her mouth feels disgusting.

“Wha-what happened?”

******

Game night comes early. It’s only the middle of the week, but everyone had decided to camp out at Kara’s living room floor after her kidnapping and mini-coma adventure just last night. So, Wednesday game night it is.

Everything is warm and good, Kara thinks, as she hums contently under her breath.

She’s filled with potstickers and wine. Her head on Alex’s lap, her sock-clad feet and calf being massaged by Lena on the opposite end. Nia is laughing loudly at something Kelly said, and Kara lets herself melt against the couch cushions.

“Darling,” Lena says, tapping a hand on her thigh. Kara looks at her, sees her gesturing at her empty glass, and promptly removes her legs off of her lap.

Alex’s fingers stop running through her scalp, as she reaches across to hand Lena her wine glass, too.

“Hey, Luthor, can you also-”

Everything goes black.

******

It happens so fast.

Alex was just deciding whether or not to switch from wine to brandy, when Kara lunges straight for Lena.

J’onn instantly transforms into Martian form at the commotion, and Alex is still sitting there; stunned, wine glass still clutched by the stem, as she watches Kara pin Lena to the floor, as she hears Lena shriek, as the room bursts into action.

Alex sees the glow of Kara’s eyelids, and it sparks her into action. She jumps from the couch and latches onto Kara’s back.

Her hands press into her sister’s eyes and immediately she can feel the heat filter through her skin. “J’onn!!” she shouts, Alex manages to pull Kara off of Lena, as J’onn grabs the brunette to safety.

Kara growls, stands up with Alex clinging. Kara grabs her, flips her over. She crashes on the floor with a sickening thud. Kelly gasps out her name. From here, she can see how Nia has wrapped her girlfriend and Lena into a bubble of forcefield.

Just as Kara is about to turn around and head for Lena, J’onn flies straight at her, grabs her sister by the arm, and crashes into Kara’s TV. J’onn manages to wrestle her into his grip, and he flies them out through Kara’s window.

Brainy picks her up from the floor. Her heart is beating so fast in her chest. How did she miss this? What has gotten into Kara?

Alex is panicking, all of them are panicking really.

What the fuck just happened?

“Brainy,” Alex says, voice firm, the cloudiness from the alcohol finally clearing. “Get the Legion ship, we need to track down Kara and J’onn. Disperse Kryptonite on sight. We have to detain her.”

Alex looks around the room, Nia retracts her forcefield, Kelly goes straight for her.

“Go,” Kelly says, “I’ll take care of the neighbors, I’ll take care of the mess here. Go. Find Kara.”

“I’ll stay with her,” Nia pipes up and Alex gives her a stiff nod.

She looks at Lena, red marks already blossoming on her neck.

“Are you o-”

“Do not ask me that.” Lena warns. “Now, let’s go. I’m coming with you.”

******

“You’re in the Legion ship,” Alex tells her sister, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

The base of her skull throbs with pain. “I-I don’t- I can’t remember. Ugh. Alex, can you- can you turn down the Kryptonite? Please, please?”

“I can’t, Kara. I’m sorry, please. I can’t-”

“Why?” Kara rasps out, her eyes closing shut.

“I need you to listen to me, Kara,” her sister says, she hears her stepping closer. “I need you to keep calm when I tell you.”

Kara’s heart beats faster, skin crawling at every awful thought curling from the depths of her mind.

“I-I’m calm. I’ll keep calm,” she promises, “please, Alex. Please, tell me.”

“CADMUS did something to you, Kara.”

******

Kara’s going to be sick.

She hurt Lena. Oh, Rao, she hurt Lena.

“Kara, Kara, listen to me.” Alex’s voice is distant, far-away. “Lena is fine. She’s fine. It wasn’t your fault.”

But it was her fault. She hurt her, her hands wrapped around Lena’s fragile human neck, and she almost lasered two holes into her pretty skull.

Oh, Rao. She almost killed her.

“Don’t let her near me,” she instructs, voice firm but eyes flashing with unshed tears.

“Kara, no. I don’t think she—”

“No. No, Alex, listen to me,” she urges her sister.

“Keep her away from me.”

*****

There are wires connected to her temple and her spine.

Brainy is sitting next to her bed, typing away on a little screen in front of him.

Her hippocampus and most of her somatic nervous system were experimented on, it seems. It was Kelly who cracked it, they tell her.

Kara’s brain was reconditioned in the short amount of time she spent in that CADMUS facility. A code word implanted to trigger her.

Luthor.

What a cruel joke.

*****

The next time Kara wakes, she is warm.

So warm, and-

Not alone.

She gasps loud. Lena is here. Lena is tucked to her side. Her breaths tickling Kara’s collarbone.

Lena is not supposed to be here.

Kara’s squirming seems to rouse her.

“Mmmm, stop thinking so loud, 'm trying to sleep.”

“Lena—” Her voice is bordering on hysterical.

“Shhhhh.” Lena shifts, ignoring Kara’s racing heart, ignoring Kara’s protests, just presses closer to her, lips kissing her collarbone.

“Nothing could ever keep me away from you, y'know," she slurs sleepily, "not even you, Kara Zor-El.”

Lena’s eyes are still closed, and Rao, Kara doesn’t even remember the last time she saw her like this. So pretty, so peaceful, so relaxed.

“Lena, you’re not supposed to be here. It’s not safe. Please, listen to me.”

Tears fall down from Kara’s cheek onto Lena’s skin. The contact seems to finally wake Lena.

“Oh, oh, darling,” she coos, hands coming up to cup Kara’s face. The blonde leans into the touch, presses her lips to Lena's palm, uses the touch to stifle her sobs.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Kara. You’re not,” Lena tells her, resolute and so full of trust.

Kara can still see the marks on Lena’s neck where her fingers have dug into her skin, and this time a sob breaks free from her throat.

“Lena, I could hurt you, please. Please, leave now.”

“Oh, Kara,” Lena murmurs, “you know I could never do that.”

Why is she so effin stubborn?

“I’m not scared of you, you know?” Lena whispers. She hooks a finger under Kara’s chin, “Look at me, look at me, Kara. I am not afraid of you. I am not going to leave you. I will never leave you.”

“You don’t understand. Lena, I hurt you.”

“No,” Lena answers her, “no, you did not hurt me. They made you hurt me. That wasn’t you, Kara. You will never hurt me.”

“No,” Kara echoes, voice breaking, eyes shining, “no, I would never hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Lena wipes the tears flowing on her cheeks, kisses them away. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Nothing can keep me away from you, you hear me?” Lena tells her, and all Kara can do is nod silently, sniffling. Lena presses a soft kiss to her lips and lets Kara break apart in her arms.

#do i think this fic is a disaster? #yes yes i do. #but im still gonna post it cos duh. #hopefully tomorrow's prompt will be better #AND HOPEFULLY IT'LL BE FLUFFY. #self can u please stop with the angst now? #supercorptober 2021 #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #if u see a typo no u didnt

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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