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icycoldninja · 12 days

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He always leaves (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

Your peaceful, dreamless slumber was interrupted by the sound of your bedroom window sliding open. Shocked, you opened your eyes, effectively ripping yourself from sleep. Squinting in the darkness, you could make out the faint outline of a tall, lithe male figure with a large wing protruding from his back crawl into your room through the window. You let out a long sigh of relief as soon as you realized who it was.

"Seph...you're home." Sephiroth chuckled, neon green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"That I am. Did I wake you?" You nodded, yawning loudly. "Yes, you did. Trying to cram that huge body of yours through a window was a bad idea." Sephiroth let out a series of quiet little giggles in response to that.

"Perhaps next time I'll enter through the chimney," He remarked, making his way to his side of the bed.

"That'd be something," You laughed, sliding back the covers for him I welcome. "Bring me a present and I'll leave some cookies and milk out for you." Sephiroth smiled, tossing his hair over his shoulder and sliding down into the bed.

"No need, I am your present." You snorted, scooting closer to him so he could wrap his bulky arms around you.

"What," He continued, a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Am I not enough for you?

"You're more than enough for me, Sephi," You assured him, burying your face in the wall of warm muscle that was his chest. "More than enough. I don't deserve you." Sephiroth hummed in response, the vibrations rumbling in his throat like a cat's purr. You sighed contentedly, nestling deeper into his hold, enjoying the comfort that it brought. Sephiroth held you for a while, one hand absently drawing circles into your back while you squeezed him with all your strength. Eventually, a question came to mind.

"Will you stay with me?" You had to ask, not caring if you asked it every time he came home, you just had to know, even if the answer would hurt you. Sephiroth let out a long sigh, knowing full well that he'd answer you one way or another--either through his actions or his words.

"No," He finally admitted, tightening his grip around you guiltily. "No...I'm not staying for long." You nodded sadly, continuing to smush yourself against him as hard as you could, taking in as much of him as possible; busying yourself with holding him so you didn't think of the tears welling up in your eyes.

You missed it, you missed the times when he'd stay with you all night; you missed waking up and seeing his face, having his voice be the first thing you hear in the morning. You missed the feeling of his soft, fluffy wing flapping against your chest to wake you up, you even missed the warmth of his strong arms wrapping themselves around you when you wanted to sleep for 5 more minutes.

Nowadays, Sephiroth disappeared in the middle of the night, claiming that the orders from his "Mother" called him away, compelling him to go to faraway places where he would complete mysterious tasks. You knew his work was important to him, and respected that, but you wanted to spend time with him, more than just a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," He muttered into your hair, fingers stroking long lines down your back. "I promise, this is the last time." You sniffled, knowing that this was a lie, a lie he told you every time he came home, but that didn't matter now. Having accepted reality, you just wanted to spend time with the man you loved, however short it would be. And so, you held onto him, as tightly and closely as you possibly could, until the warmth of his body pressed against yours lulled you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, your bed was empty, just as you'd expected. Sheets were ruffled and all the blankets had been wrapped around you in an attempt to mimic the heat of a human in order to keep you from noticing his departure. You felt tears burn behind your eyeballs as you saw the many black feathers strewn about on your pillow--knowing that you shouldn't be saddened by his departure, or even surprised. After all, no matter what he promised you, no matter how many sweet nothings his whispers into your ears, he always leaves.

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batorchids-meadow · 10 months

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I wrote this because I'm busy writing a Lucifer x reader but kinda stuck with it, however i think it should be done soon... hopefully by the end of the week

So enjoy some demons and the kinda dates they'd take you on :)

My personal headcanons:

Lucifer

• Would take you out to the most expensive restaurant in the devildom • A bottle of demonus between the two of you • Constantly saying how good you look • Order whatever you’d like (he is paying after all) • Make sure to take you out at least once a week • If he misses a date night will make it up to you by letting you do whatever you want with him for a full day • Overall, the dates with him are really sweet and he spoils you

Mammon

• I definitely see him taking you to the casino and letting you go wild • Either that or long drives after a quick dinner out • Again, would shower you with compliments • While in his Demonio 666 Lexura, he’d constantly make sure you were happy • You defo have the aux cord, he’d let you play whatever suits you fancy • Would probably encourage you to make a playlist just for your date drives

Leviathan

• Our otaku baby would probably rather be dead than take you out on a date in fear you’d hate it • Soon over comes his fears with your comfort • Probably takes you to a concert where one of your idols is performing • Constantly checking if you’re enjoying yourself (give our boy some clarity) • Would be scared to take you out to dinner in fear he messes up • Still takes you to a nice restaurant though • Wants to treat you like royalty

Satan

• Cat café, enough said • Either that or a library after grabbing coffee and a quick lunch • If he takes you to a cat café, its one he’s been to before • Introduces you to all the cats • Tells you cute facts about each one from observations he made while going there so frequently • Shares his food with you, maybe feed it to you too granted the café isn’t very busy • Almost convinces you to help him steal one of the cats

Asmodeus

• This man will take you anywhere • All he asks is that you wear something he picks out for you • Every other sentence is about how cute you two look together or that you’d look better without clothes on • Shopping, all day and matching manicures • Will take you to all of his favourite clothing, make-up and accessory stores • Will stop to buy you coffee and a snack for while you window shop

Beelzebub

• At first, he has no clue where to take you (everywhere has good food after all) • But then you two settle on a pick-nick in the park kinda date, and he is all for it • Promises he won’t eat everything before you eat something • Always asks if you want something before he eats it • Will feed you despite the amount of people around • Date night every other night • Will make sure the is a different meal each time

Belphegor

• Man just wants to sleep • Movie night date is his favourite • Always lets you pick the movie, as long as he gets to snuggle with you • Makes sure you're comfortable before nuzzling into you • He makes sure that the two of you have a meal beforehand and that there are snacks nearby, last thing he wants is for you to get up • Pillow forts are definitely happening, also has the fluffiest blankets in the house • I defo picture this happening in the attic, away from all his brothers

Diavolo

• He takes you where-ever you want to go • The evening is all about you • No matter what you decide to do he makes sure it’s that most fun he could possibly make it • Every date night ends with a movie in his bed • Nine times out of ten you manage to convince him to pick a film (usually a horror film to make you snuggle into him more) • By the end of the movie you’re knocked out in his arms • He is more than proud of himself knowing you had a nice evening

Barbatos

• Whenever you ask him about ideas for a date, he comes back with the idea of ‘tea for two’ • Brews your favourite flavour tea and makes sure to acquire your favourite pastries or cookies to go with it • Will always ask how you feel before prepping everything, has learnt what tea you drink depending how you feel • After your little tea party will check to see if you’re satisfied or want anything else • Could cuddle for hours provided Diavolo doesn’t need anything immediately • Although the dates might only be once a fortnight, the wait is worth it

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #gn reader #x reader

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lou-struck · 4 months

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Fruit Cake Fear

Solomon x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 7

Wc: 1.3k

~ Holiday Horrors come to light when you receive a Fruit Cake from the Sorcerer.

As soon as you flop down on your bed, you can practically see the waves of stress leaving your body as you unwind from another day of adventure in the Devildom.

*knock

"Who is it?" you call. Sitting up against one of the massive fluffy pillows Asmodeus had gotten for you on your bed as the silver door knob turns lightly. The door creaks open just wide enough for a familiar-looking head of snowy white hair to peek through the entrance.

"It's just me, Mc," Solomon smiles, meeting your gaze. "May I come in?"

You smile and scoot over on the bed so he can sit next to you. "I suppose."

He chuckles at you teasing and steps fully into your bedroom. You notice he is carrying with him some kind of gift wrapped in a pretty snowflake-patterned foil. The kind people use when they are handing out holiday sweets in the human world.

Everyone knows that the sweet little angel, Luke, has gone crazy this year with his holiday baking. He made it his goal to make enough sweets for everyone this holiday season, including Beel.

Simeon told you earlier that the Chihuahua has even claimed the Sorcerers lab as an extra baking area at the time and the whole house smells of sugar and peppermint.

'Could this be a sample of the sweets to come?' you wonder, letting your stomach growl as you try to think what kind of treats lie just beyond the wrapping.

"Drooling already are we?" Solomon laughs, placing the gift on the nightstand furthest from you teasingly. It's too far away for you to grab it, and he knows it.

"I can't help it; you smell like cookies." you giggle, inhaling the sweet scent of the angels' celestial baking on Solomon's clothing.

"How else was I supposed to get your attention? "he laughs. It's such a wonderful sound. Wish you could hear it forever.

Unfortunately, it is interrupted by the blaring, annoying sound of his DDD. He glances down at the scream briefly. "I'll be right back. I have to see what this is about," he states, standing abruptly and stepping outside your room into the hallway to take his call

you are now alone with nothing but your curiosity and the unopened present, and part of you wonders if he had planned on making you wait to quell your sweet tooth.

Scooting over, you reach out to touch the package, trying to peek through the sheer material to see its contents. But the deep blue color makes it a bit too hard to do so. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you." a deep voice calls from the doorway.

Your gaze travels upward, and you see Beel standing fresh from one of his workouts. His orange hair plastered to his forehead from sweat as he takes a long sip from some sort of Demonic-post workout smoothie. Normally, after a good workout, his cheeks are full of color, and he is over the moon from the endorphins, but today, something seems off.

"What's wrong, Beel?" you ask, scooting away from the package. "I promise I was gonna share it with everybody."

He frowns and places a hand to his stomach, "My stomach is telling me that something is wrong."

Your brow furrows, "Wrong how?"

"Solomon smells more like Luke's baking than that package does. That one doesn't even smell like food." he says seriously. "Before you take a bite, you should ask him who made it."

And begin to fear the worst.

Solomon took time out of his day to cook you something.

"I gotta go," the avatar of gluttony says distractedly, as if he had not just put fear into your heart ten seconds ago. "I'm hungry."

He leaves just as Solomon comes back into the room.

He gives you a big smile, and you feel bad for doubting him. "I am so sorry that I had a package go missing. I need to figure out who was behind it."

"a package?" Hoping it wasn't anything too dangerous. Solomon has a history of ordering some interesting supplies for the mischief he is planning on causing.

he places a hand on your shoulder confidently, "It's nothing to worry about. I was able to track it down and send someone to retrieve it for me. "no, you have been very patient, so I should give you your gift."

He lifts the parcel easily and places it in your lap. But as you feel its weight, you feel like someone has just placed a cinder block on your lap. It's rock-solid.

Fear shoots through your body, but you don't think you'll be able to escape now. Solomon looks so eager you know that you have to open whatever it is that he got you

Trembling, your fingers grip the paper, ripping it to reveal the contents of the package. A human world fruitcake. Your jaw drops.

It is circular in shape and completely dotted on top with candied fruit and glazed pecans. If it came from anyone else, you might even say it looked decent, but this is Solomon, and we're talking about it.

"aren't you surprised?" he asks with a bright smile I had a feeling you'd be missing some treats from the human world so I made one that I tried in the 17th century.

Although you are terrified to actually put this thing in your mouth, you were touched by his consideration. "So you made this for me?"

"Yes, I made the cake myself," he says proudly. "Luke has been in a baking frenzy for days trying to make all sorts of holiday sweets and I guess it inspired me."

He looks so happy as he goes through the process of baking the damn thing. He is so animated when he talks you come to a harrowing realization

No matter what happens, you have to eat this fruitcake.

"Well thank you Sol," you beam "I can't wait to try this." You grab one of the edges and try to tear a chunk off of the cake, but it doesn't really give until you use all of your strength. Instead of tearing like normal pastries do, A chunk of cake just kinda splits off from the rest of the fruit cake's body like concrete.

The chuck is jagged and kinda pokey in your hand as you raise it to your lips.

The things you do for love, am I right?

As your teeth bite into the 'cake' you hear a light cracking sound. Your eyes shoot open in alarm and you spit the lump out, the cake chunk looks the exact same as it did before.

"What's wrong Mc?" Solomon asks a hint of nervousness swimming in his brown eyes. "Is it too well done? I was out of baking powder, but I thought that I could use devil putty to help it set. It's perfectly edible, and I thought that since it had setting properties, it would do the same thing.

Although that sentence is problematic on its own, it certainly wasn't the taste of a fruitcake that put you off. Nor was it the fact that Solomon had just tried to feed you the equivalent of Hell's Play-Doh.

Your tongue runs around your mouth and you realize that that cracking sound you heard may not have been the baked good…

Your eyes widen, and you look at Solomon with a mix of disbelief, disappointment, and fear. "Oh my god. Did I just chip my tooth?"

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date fluff #obey me shall we date #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #x reader #obey me nightbringer #bnha

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lollipencil · 9 months

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In The Pale Moonlight

Ok, so I was going about my day, then I saw this. And I just knew it would not leave me alone unless I did this. So, @harleyification I did a thing with your thing. Hope you don't mind. Everyone else, enjoy and be gentle.

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Thunder cracked loud enough to made the windows shudder. But that was not what woke Steven Grant up. The answer alluded him as usual, but not its source. "Marc," he softly called out, tears still trickling in thin streams down onto the bum bag acting as his pillow. No reply.

Sitting up, he blearily checked the watch Jake had found and managed to get working. 10:26 eventually came in focus. A sigh synced with a gust of wind that russled the tarp acting as a blanket.

"I'm up," Steven said into the seemingly empty warehouse, "I'm up." Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Steven winced as his stomach complained: "Did we eat before sleeping?" "Somewhat," came the familar echoing voice of Khonshu, "three medium salted crackers and a... 'babyccino'." "Well, it's better than yesterday." "There are five of the crackers in the front pouch." Sighing half in contentment half in reluctent acceptence, Steven pulled two out of the pocket.

It had been a while since any of them had eaten a full meal, let alone three of them in a single day. Ever since arriving in Gotham. Jake and Marc had swore to him that they also had no memory of running away to Gotham, they had implied that they had plenty of reason to run away (something which, combined with the knowledge of having to share a body, took a while to digest), but hadn't actually done it. Steven suspected Khonshu had something to do with it.

Silently, he chewed as Khonshu made himself visible, seated on a dented barrel in front of him. "So," Steven began once finished, "We heading out?" "Indeed." At his very thought, Steven's suit hid their tatty hoodie and jeans from sight. "Best not keep everyone waiting then."

The first thing that he saw was the bat-signal lighting up the sky where the moon would normally be. "Looks like the big bad bat's about," Jake piped up, "Think we might got a cookie from him?" "More like a scolding," Marc added, still sounding a bit choked up. For most of the evening, nothing out of the ordinary happened. None of Batman's rouges was so much as faintly heard as they patroled, only low-level goons and muggers. Marc and Jake saw no reason to step in, Jake even falling back asleep as Steven dealt with a girl more nervous than her attempted victim.

Until midnight.

Two men cornering a kid in an alley. Only the tuff of dark hair was visible from behind their backs. Taking them out was the easiest thing that night; thrown pole for one, a punch for the other. "Hey," Steven soothed once he noticed the kid had used the distraction to hid behind a bin, taking off the suit, "It's ok. They're out cold. You got a phone to-?"

The kid had stepped out with a look of awe. Dressed in a domino mask and with a very notable traffic light colour scheme. "He's so little," Marc breathed, haunted by a similar image. "I haven't seen you before," Robin said with a wide grin, "Who are you? How'd you do that with the eyes and the white suit? Can you teach me the thing with the poles? How's Gotham treating you?" The rapid-fire questions suddenly stopped as Robin pulled out his phone and sent off a text before blinking back up at Steven: "Someone will pick these guys up when they can. You hungry?"

Steven almost said no. Then Khonshu appeared from the shadows behind Robin. He nodded. Which is how, just after midnight, Steven found himself following Robin into a all night diner with the promise of a burger.

"It's on me," Robin had assured before going in, showing a wad of cash discreetly. "Um, yes, hello? We would like two burgers. Uh, please?" Steven awkwardly ordered as Robin smiled by his side. If the sight of Robin standing and ordering food with a random boy was strange to the cashier, he hid it well behind a bored expression. "Do you want fries with that?" "Um, hold on, give me a sec," Steven ruffled about his pocket. The familer shard of mirror, edges blunted by duct tape, showed Marc waiting in his reflection. "What do I do?" Steven whispered to him. "Get the fries. You'll need the energy in the coming days," came the rather dramatic reply. "Yes, please," Steven turned his attention back to the cashier, not noticing Robin's expression, "the fries would be great."

The rain had finally started when their food came out. Jake crawled up near the front as the plate was set down in the table while Marc slinked away. "So," Robin popped a fry into his mouth, "Powers?" "Yeah, that's one way of putting it," Steven forwent decorum and went for the biggest bite he could. "What would be the other way?" Robin said around a smaller bite of his own.

Steven swallowed and thought. "What do you know about the egyptian gods?" he eventually asked. "I know that there were a lot of them," Robin slowly, almost shamefully, replied. "Well, a long, long, long time ago, they ruled in the open. And when they did, it was common practice to take up a avatar. Someone to carry out their will on this realm." "Like a butler?" Robin asked. "Yeah, close enough," Steven nodded between bites, "Priest would be closer, actually. Spreading the word and all that. After Egypt stopped worshipping them, most withdrew from humanity." "Most?"

For a moment, that night felt like it had just happened. Blood leaking through clenched fists, and a voice offering a deal. A promise for a promise. "All but one," Steven finally said, letting his eyes glow with power, "People still travel by night, and Khonshu refused to leave them unprotected. Even when it led to him being banished."

Silence stayed with them after that. Somehow, Steven managed to eat the whole burger plus some fries, with Robin happily picking up his slack on that front. A ping shattered the silence between them. Robin looked down at his phone, then back up: "He wants to talk."

It wasn't far, which in itself felt unfair. As the Batmobile grew more and more visible, every statement Steven, Jake, and a hastily woken Marc could come up with seemed to fall apart. "Just keep calm," Marc tried to sooth, "If things get bad, back off and we'll handle it." "Yeah," Jake tried to summon his usual bravado. Then the top opened with a hiss.

Smoothly, as if made from the shadows that covered the alley, Batman exited and stood before them. "Heya B," Robin grinned, "Remember what I asked for last week." "Hmm." "I mean, come on, he's perfect. Could use some training, but he's got a suit already and everything." "Wa-wait," Steven struggled to keep up, "What's going on?" Robin looked both smug and utterly innocent: "No offence, but based on your clothes I'd assume you're either homeless or in a bad situation. I want a brother, you need a good home, and you're already doing the whole 'mask' thing. It's a win for everyone!"

Jake laughed loud and sudden, almost making Steven flinch. "Little Birdie's good," he managed out through his giggles. Meanwhile, Batman had pulled out three pictures: "Which is you?"

Swallowing, Steven decided to be honest, "In a way, all of them, but me specifically, this one." The Bat tilted his head as he took in the one Steven had pointed at. "'In a way'?" "It's not something to be dicussed out in the open," Steven slowly stated, eyes flicking around as if someone else was going to pop out.

The three of them waited for him to push, to demand an answer. But he backed off. "Is he right?" Batman asked instead. At their lack of a reply, he held out his hand. Baffled, they stared at it as if the concept of a hand was foreign to them. "If he is right, you can come with us. It can be for as long as you want, even if it's just for a night." "Yeah, under that cowl, B's just a big ol' teddy bear," Robin added with a cheeky yet still genuine smile.

Emotions swirled and mixed inside them. Distrust. Confusion. Fustration. Hope. Khonshu sat the Batmobile, looking at them. He nodded again. And Steven's hand slid into the Batman's as though it had been made for it.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#batman #steven grant #khonshu #jake lockley #marc spector #dick grayson #bruce wayne

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larabiatasstuff · 8 months

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Part three🖤

I pulled the sun visor down and looked in the mirror to see how bad it was. A bright red line was drawn from my right eye to my bottom lip. The pain was still strong and the wound was pulsating. "I'm so sorry my love." I looked at him confused "What do you mean? Terry none of that is your fault." "Sweetheart you told me so often that you think Kim doesn't like you and I always shrugged it off. And now look at you.Gosh you're lucky I forgot some papers in my office. Does it hurt bad?" "It's a little better honey please don't be so hard on yourself." he parked the car in front of the house and helped me out of the car. "Come sweetheart let's get you inside." he guided me to the sofa placing pillows behind my back and tucking me into a soft blanket. "Take some rest my love I' ll get your pyjamas and order some food for us." he kissed the top of my head and left the living room. After a while he returned with my favorite pyjamas, a tray with tea and cookies and some soothing gel for my wounds. "Alright let's change sweetheart I help you." I got up and took off my gi when I heard Terry gasp. "Oh sweetheart, Y/N why didn't you say anything? Your body is covered in bruises. Hold still I put some gel on it, tell me if it hurts okay?" I nodded and he got to work. His warm hands massaging my sore body felt like heaven. "Finished, here put that on sweetheart." he helped me into my clothes and tucked me back in.Terry joined me on the sofa holding me close to his body. "I promise that she'll face consequences. No one lays a hand on my wife and gets away with it." "Honey can we... can you please just hold me? That's everything I want right now." "Of course my love anything to make you feel better." we spent the rest of the day cuddling on the sofa watching movies till we both fell asleep. Terry had a serious talk with Kim and told her she'd get fired if she'll ever lay a hand on me again.

Part one here 🖤

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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felixjoyful · 1 year

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A series of events :

These past couple years I found myself baking for my friends around once a week.

I develop a taste to it by watching baking videos but I don't own a stand mixer so I'm somewhat limited.

I order a stand mixer this month.

I receive it last week.

I look up more advanced cake recipes and settle on chocolate swiss roll with homemade whipped cream.

I whip my cream then, while the cake is cooling, decide to use the blender attachment.

I try the homemade cream cheese recipe, it's a success.

At dinner, while sampling the cake, I boast that I could make my own mayo next.

Roomie now has a hankering for egg mayo.

This morning I tell him if he goes out to buy me dijon mustard a red wine vinegar (we only have balsamic, white and apple cider) I'd make it.

He goes.

The recipe I use turns out to be A Lot. And since I'm shy with salt and pepper it doesn't taste like much.

I use the discarded egg whites to make egg whites almond cookies.

After lunch, appalled by the full bowl of mayonnaise that won't last in the fridge more than a week I decide to try that mayonnaise chocolate cake I've heard so much about.

I already promised my other roomie I'd make her a zebra chocolate/raspberry cake this weekend.

All throughout I've also been reading a couple books and crocheting a throw pillow cover.

#Crafting of any kind is a rabbit hole

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milkhoney531 · 1 year

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Of Monsters and Men

Summary: Not everyone can pay for college, so it's not unheard of to join the military for the expenses. But despite careful planning and no real interest in the military, plans can go awry.

The rise of the zombie apocalypse and vampire attacks were definitely not in these boys plans, especially since they can no longer persue their dreams, right?

We'll see.

Chapter 1 (read prologue first)

When morning came, the campus was quiet. While not unusual in itself, but to those whom were aware of the night, the silence brought fear. Roman wasn't one of those, however.

He woke to find Patton messaging Logan's forehead as the other laid his head in his lap with a pained look on his face.

"Looks like we know who can't handle a few beers." Roman joked at the expense of his hungover friend.

"Shhhhhh. Not now." Logan whined.

"Can you close the blinds, Ro? Might help with the hangover." Patton asked sweetly.

"Sure thing, Pat." He said as he closed the blinds, not noticing the blood and bodies out the window.

Looking about, he noticed that Simon was gone, and so were all the empty beer bottles. With a shrug he took some granola bars out of his dresser drawer and handed one to Logan and Patton. Logan sat up and slumped against Patton, pouting as he grumpily ate.

"Where did Simon go? Did he go home?" Roman asked as he sat on his bed and ate.

"He went to get rid of the evidence of our drinking." Logan mumbles, wincing at the sound of his voice and letting out a small whine. "Remind me to never drink again."

"No promises." Roman said with a smirk.

"He also went to the Waffle House to get us breakfast. Said he had a special order combo that helps with hangovers?" Patton said.

"I'm sure Princess here will appreciate that." Roman teased.

"If it works I just might propose." Logan joked, rubbing his temples. "Or considering this is his fault I might just kill him."

"Well, maybe you should have stopped at one or two bottles instead?" Patton pointed out.

"Shhhh, I'm in no mood for logic right now." Logan whined.

Roman chuckled and shook his head, checking his phone as he tossed a bottle of painkillers over to Logan, who caught it and immediately took some, without so much as a glass of water.

"I'm sure Remus is gonna regret ghosting us after I tell him about how you are while or after being drunk." Roman said as he started to text his brother.

"You wouldn't dare." Logan said with a scowl.

"I dare." Roman said with a smirk, showing the other two the text he just sent.

"You're dead to me." Logan said as he flopped onto his bed and covered his face with a pillow, groaning. "How long do these pills take?"

"Like thirty minutes, drama lord." Roman said, trying to get on twitter, only to discover the internet was out. "The Internet is out. Wonder if classes are canceled?"

"They probably are, especially since all our classes have been online. I hope Simon makes it back okay, he isn't the best at directions." Patton said, worry clear on his face.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure he's almost here! In fact, I bet he's outside the building right now!" And with that statement and a rather dramatic flourish, Roman made the blinds fly up only to scream in horror at the sight below. "What the hell?! What the hell!"

"What? What is it?" Patton asked, hurrying over to the window as Roman backed away in horror, Patton covered his mouth and backed away, tripping on a monopoly board and falling to the floor.

Logan hurried up and looked out the window, upon seeing the blood, carnage, and walking corpses below he turned a sickeningly pale color and quickly tossed his cookies in a trash bin.

"Simon is out there." Patton said quietly, his voice trembling.

"We have to go get him!" Roman said, running to the door, only to be stopped by Patton tackling him down.

"We can't! Going out there means death." Patton said, as Roman struggled to free himself.

"We have to get Simon! He's still out there! He needs our help!" Roman shouted.

"I know, but we can't- not like this, we need a plan! We need a plan then we can-" Patton was cut off.

"He's dead." Logan said quietly, staring out the window, tears slipping silently down his face.

Patton let go of Roman in shock. Roman ran to the window and covered his mouth, letting out a painful sound to hear as he began to cry. Patton quietly walked over and looked out, sure enough, there was Simon. His friend stood there with chunks of flesh missing from his body as he held a bag from Waffle House.

"We need a plan. Roman, check the supplies you have in here. Let's see what we need. Logan, help him out. Once you see what we need or how long we have with what we have, make a plan based on that. Right now we have to assume that existing this room is a death sentence. My room should be empty, with Travis gone. It has more supplies. I'm going to break down the wall to give us access. Good thing the walls are thin." Patton said.

And they did just that. They distracted eachother with the tasks, not thinking about their friends or family who were likely gone. They couldn't think about that right now. They needed to focus on surviving.

Virgil laid in his bed, he felt numb. He assumed it was due to the shock of everything that had happened to him last night. Maybe if he hadn't been blasting his music so loudly in his headphones he would have noticed the man following him. Maybe he wouldn't have been attacked. The fucker had pinned him to a wall and bit his neck like he was trying to break it through the force of his bite alone.

Rubbing his sore neck, trembling, he thought that maybe it would have worked if that creepy woman hadn't interfered. Scowling he recalled how she was covered in blood, screaming, and looked, well, dead. But, it's not like she was a zombie or something, right? Zombies weren't real.

But he did see people eating eachother. A lot of people had tried to eat him. Hell, his roommate David did the same thing when he got into the dorm room. Maybe they were zombies? Makes more sense than a cannibal spree.

Shooting up, he remembered once again that he was bitten! Is he going to turn into a zombie too? He rushed to a mirror and unbandaged his wounds, only to find they were gone, like they had never occurred? How was that possible? Was it part of turning into a zombie? No, it couldn't be. All the zombies he saw were partially eaten or had wounds. He still looked human. Untouched. Maybe he was immune.

He didn't know. What he did know was that he heard banging, somewhere. And talking. Human talking. If he was immune, it should be safe for him to go find the voices he heard. Maybe they could help him. Yeah. That's the plan. With a nod to himself, he packed a backpack full of supplies, sure to grab his med kit. He needed a weapon though. After all, immune or not, those things still attacked him.

He looked over to the bat he used last night. Sure it didn't work, but it could be improved. Glancing over at a glass pot shaped like a boot, he knew just what to do. He poured out the loose nails and screws that had resided with it, and he got to work improving his new weapon.

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sir0yua · 19 days

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Duality TenTen fluff chasing

Minors do not interact with this game. PLEASE PLEASE Be 18+ up before doing anything involving games that TELL YOU CLEARLY!!! to not be into

Really really really short (aka not finish at all) due to me not being able to have creative energy as of writing this now in the morning and I'm scared i won't remember to come back to finish this

My loving boyfriends who can not only be human with a pair of fluffy ears but can be a cat if they so chooses to. Keith the sweet angel he is, does so whenever he's feeling left out as the years of dating him that i manage to caught on, as for my also loving angel or in his terms to sound cooler, demon boyfriend TenTen loves to use it, to his advantage for my curse of not being able to say no to him whenever he is in his smaller form and what's worse is when he as full control and manage to get a sweet treat like last month getting caught stealing more cookies than Keith allow him to do so, going as far to put me in charge in case he tries to get one since these were extra sugary but the sweet tooth of his can't up hold such power when it comes to this man.

Tenebris!

I shouted as i almost trip falling over the sofa pillows i once threw earlier in order to find the criminal, the culprit dash into the other room within a blink of a eye, i sped up to catch him licking the spoon covered with the sugary chocolatey cream.

Tenebris it isn't ready yet it's not time dear please! switch back with Keith!

Me and Keith have been making Tenebris cake for his upcoming birthday it's been about 2 days since we started and so far we were coming in with the final touches, i wanted to try and do the rest as a surprise for Keith since i was making 3 cakes in total, me and Keith finishing the other two but the final cake i was in the middle of making was a cake for both of them to show the things they have in common of what they both like equally as of opposite of their own cakes, i was finally finish with the home made frosting when i had to get some fruits for toppings, looking in the fridge and not hearing my window opening behind me you can tell my surprise when i caught a fluffy cat lifting the spoon out of the bowl staring right into my eyes before the chase began.

I slowly walk towards the cat before he made yet another dash, zig zagging around my feet to twist and turn me before leaving the room, again chasing after him

please you'll have it soon i promise

MEOW D:<

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azlrse · 2 years

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Would you imagine that reader is snuggling and cuddling next Dark Cacao Cookie while their sleeping

Cuddlebug (Dark Cacao Cookie X GN Cookie!Reader + baby Dark Choco Cookie)

CW: none, contains extreme fluff!!

A/N: been posting mostly Dark Cacao Cookie x reader stuff and I still have a Licorice Cookie fic to finish :'))

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It's quite common for Dark Cacao Cookie to return back to the shared bedroom very late at night because of his kingly duties. During his reign on the daylight and in the harsh snow of his kingdom, he wanted nothing but to rest for a bit and to spend some time with his small family.

Dark Cacao would usually wake up at the crack of dawn, kisses you and his sleeping baby and went straight to the throne room to perform his list of duties. There were times that you and your infant son would visit him constantly during his meetings or give him some cooked lunch as a way to pay him a small visit. But for him, that's not enough for him for he only spends his time with you and Dark Choco for less than 10 minutes each day.

Another day has ended. Through the dark corridors that was lit up by purple flamed torches, Dark Cacao Cookie was walking tirelessly to the shared bedroom to take some rest and wants some cuddles from his spouse. Your soft and warm hugs is what makes his day (or evening rather) much better. He smiled at the thought of you hugging him tightly after hours of not seeing each other.

Upon approaching the tall doors of the master bedroom, his son's cry began to erupt, indicating that he's hungry once again. "Are you hungry again, Dark Choco? But I've fed you just an hour ago. Oh well, looks like you inherited your father's appetite." Your husband chuckled at the words you spoke to his son.

Your husband opens the door and to his shock, your eye bags had gotten worse and it looks like you barely gotten some sleep. The opening of the door surprised you but relieved a bit when it was just Dark Cacao entering the room. "My dear," he called you as he caresses your shoulders. "Have you gotten any sleep this week? You look absolutely beautiful but you barely gotten any sleep." You smiled at your husband's concerns as you rocked your son back and forth in order for him to burp some of the air from his stomach.

"I'm fine, my king. You don't have to worry about me, our son can be quite a handful to handle. Strong and courageous just like his father." Dark Cacao smiled at you and places a kiss on your lips. He is really thankful for the small sacrifice you did on order to take care of the small prince but felt a bit guilty for not helping you out. "I'm sorry if I haven't lend a hand on you, I promise I'll help you taking care of Dark Choco Cookie."

Placing the now sleeping baby on his crib, you stare at your husband, who changed his usual armour into his night clothes. You went beside him and placed your hand on top of his. "It's okay, dear. I understand that your duty as a king can have an impact towards you. You don't have to worry about it."

Dark Cacao didn't said anything but shows a small smile from his face. Upon laying down from the soft mattress and pillows from the bed, he places the thick warm blanket over the both of you and places a kiss on your head. "Now sleep my love, I'll follow soon after I watch over our son." You only nodded in affirmation and slept right away as you say your 'good night' and an 'I love you' to your son and husband.

During the late hours of night, Dark Cacao suddenly felt you tugging his arm while he reads a small map of the kingdom. "Cuddle..." You murmured sleepily. Upon hearing those words, Dark Cacao placed the map back to the bedside table and engulfs your body against his. The warmth that radiates throughout his body made you smile a bit on your sleep.

Your husband looks at you lovingly as he held your hand against his arms. He felt like he just won and recieved a price that no cookie ever had nor earned. He felt really lucky to marry someone like you; kind, considerate and understanding.

As he felt like his sleepiness overcame him, he, once again, places a kiss on your lips and murmurs an 'I love you so much' and closes his eyes, welcoming him to the peaceful void in his sleep.

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

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Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

Word Count: 3.1 k

Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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The Spirit of Christmas

Did someone order a Christmas fic? Oneshot. Erik is being hassled by his annoying neighbor.

Erik's eyes drooped as he looked down on the overgrown child standing before him, short, bundled up, and grinning in a hideous bulky sweater that Christmas threw up. Gold bells dangled from her sleeves. There were multicolored puff balls. His four-year-old play niece couldn't even make anything that ugly. Wasn't she embarrassed? No, she'd have to be somewhat aware for that to kick in.

From the moment she knocked on his door back in April with that same unsettling grin and an offering of rabbit-shaped cookies to let him know she was his new neighbor, he knew there was something wrong with her mentally, he just didn't know what. Needless to say the cookies went in the trash and from then, he'd made it a point to avoid her. He'd tried! On God he had, but as hard as he tried was as strong as she would not let that happen.

What went through that happy little empty head of hers? Did it sound like air blowing through or were there little dancing elves singing all day like Smurfs? As she beamed up at him, he didn't like the hope in her eyes. She was gonna ask for something and it was never anything simple like sugar or flour.

"Merry Christmas neighbor!" Her large dimples sank in. She looked sneaky.

He threw the door shut, but stopped when he heard a loud squeak. Her hand was in the crack blocking the door from closing in her face. That had to have hurt. Opening the door, he started to ask if she was okay but she spoke first, rubbing her hand with a slight wince.

"I've been watching you."

His eyebrows went down knitting together.

"I've seen a lot.. Things you don't think I've seen," she bragged with a smug cross of her jingling arms. Erik stiffened thinking of the bands of cash sitting out on his coffee table.. drugs in a duffel on the floor. His eyes narrowed.

"Oh?" His eyes flickered to the neighboring apartment doors as he wondered who else was watching. "What you see?"

She pushed her index into his chest. "You haven't had visitors since I moved in! No friends.. no family!"

Erik exhaled his relief. "I'm not a people-person."

"If you're a people, you're a person. That makes you a people person," she chirped. Again she made no sense. Erik took a long blink closing the door more carefully this time. "Wait," her hand jetted out again. It was the other hand now blocking the door from shutting.

"What do you want, Jessica," Erik waved impatiently leaning with his elbow on the door frame.. partially to support his resting weight and partially to keep her out. She liked to be nosey looking into his apartment past his body, craning her neck to get into his business.

"I'm doing Christmas in Pittsburgh with the fam, come with me."

He almost spit.

"No."

She blocked the door again and he rolled his eyes putting his head briefly on the door.

"Jessica, I'm tryna be nice 'cause I don't know quite what's wrong with you... but you pushing it."

"It's Christmas spirit! Oh Erik, can't you feel it? It's all around us! 🎵 Christmas is the time of year for being with the one's we love. Sharing so much joy and cheer," she sang. "What a wonderful fe'-"

"PLEASE..."

She froze.

"Don't sing..," he whispered. "Look I have plans. Thanks for the invite but I can't make it."

"Hm." Her finger pointed hard and accusingly. "Erik Stevens you're lying to me! You spend every holiday here in this apartment. I know!" Looking around first, she leaned forward. "I check..."

"With who?"

"This won't do! You gotta get into the festivities, it's Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year!"

"Busy."

"But-"

That was all she got out before the door closed in her face. Erik didn't like holidays. To him, they were regular days but worse because everyone seemed so damn happy as if reality had somehow slipped away. He couldn't just forget real life so easily, he wasn't built that way. Finishing his count, he stored his cash and started on dinner.

"A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war. He comes home and he sees that whatever else he may do with his life like build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper but he will always remain a jarhead," Swoff said onscreen as Erik shoveled a forkful of cheesy pasta into his mouth. This was reality. War, death, power struggle, and debauchery.

A series of knocks on his door had Erik rolling his eyes again. He ignored it until he realized she wasn't leaving then he paused the movie.

"What," he yelled swinging his door open to that same annoying grin.

"Erik, don't close the door! Please, come with me it'll be so much fun. It's twenty minutes away!"

"NO."

"You'll get a present!"

"Nuh-what kinda present? Not one of those ugly ass sweaters I hope."

"Oh this," she chuckled pulling on a bell. "My mom sewed it.. One night and I won't bother you ever again... until New Year's."

"Bye," the door closed.

"Okay okay!" She blocked it. "You won't hear a peep from me until Memorial Day, thank you for your service!"

"My what?"

"I accidentally got your mail one day, you had a VA appointment."

Erik could feel the intense irritation palpable and radiating on his skin.

"I swear, you won't see or hear me just one night of fun," she beamed, blinking quickly with praying hands. Erik sighed looking back at his leftovers to put away.

"Do you promise?... You won't look at me, talk to me, bother me if I go with you this one night?"

---

The ride took twenty-five minutes, five minutes longer than she'd said and she'd sang the entire ride. He was Christmas'd out already. Then he saw the house surrounded in snow.

It was a humble cream colored house with white around the windows and a red door decorated with a wreath. Multicolored lights lined the roof and an inflatable snowman stood guarding the bushes out front. Jessica giddily bounced behind the wheel turning off the car including the heat and Erik was forced to follow her into the residence. The door wasn't locked. They were greeted with heat, strings of Christmas lights, a tall tree decked in pricey looking ornaments, and the sound of old music. Erik knew the song by Bing Crosby.. but he didn't like it.

"Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!"

"My baaby," a woman's voice came, chased by an older woman with neatly arranged grey twists pinned by a mistletoe hair clip. She was definitely a Claire Huxtable type in a white silk blouse, red lipstick, pearls, a red skirt, and low heels. Why wasn't she as tacky as her daughter? Hadn't she made that hideous sweater? She hung onto Jessica, smiling and swaying her back and forth in her arms as if she hadn't seen her in a while.. and then she noticed Erik and straightened. "Ooh. Where are my manners," she smiled looking between him and her daughter as if she were missing something she'd ask Jessica about later in private. Erik felt only mildly uncomfortable. "I'm Ernestine... you are?"

"Mom, this is my neighbor, Erik. I told you he was cute! Ain't he HOT!"

Ernestine's brow raised at her daughter and Erik wondered if something really was wrong with Jessica.

"He has dimples like me! He-"

"Okay dear, that's nice. Erik could I speak to you for a moment?" Ernestine smiled gently but he could read it. She had something serious to say. Following her into the kitchen where casserole dishes and pots and pans of food sat, he could smell cooking like he hadn't smelled in a couple of months. She cooked like his late grandmother and it made him salivate. Greens, shrimp, chicken, ham, mac and cheese, yams, potato salad. He could almost taste it.

"Sorry I'm not really dressed," he offered with Ernestine waving him off.

"Not at all.. Erik..," she paused choosing her words carefully. "What.. exactly.. do you.. know.. about my daughter?"

Erik felt her meaning between the words. "Not much," he admitted. "We're just neighbors. Is she..." He didn't know how to ask it.

"She's eccentric" was the answer. "A little.. different than most."

Erik swallowed his response.

"I know," Ernestine nodded seemingly reading his mind. She must've been used to it. "But I look at it this way.. It's rare that such a beautiful spirit is born into this world, since she was a baby that's never changed. She's our angel.. Please, I know it's not your responsibility but.. look out for her. Will you?"

"Sugarplum," a booming voice yelled from the living room taking the attention. When Erik looked back to Ernestine she smiled and he followed her from the kitchen to see a heavyset older black man shaking Jessica in his arms as she grinned.

"Me next," a younger guy said. From the context, Erik could see it was father and brother. Donald and Joshua who was probably in his early twenties. They both nodded to him as he smiled politely, hands clasped in front of himself. "What you been up to sis? Staying outta trouble I hope."

She shared a few tales from her job. He didn't know she was a dentist, it shocked him completely. Was she really smart enough? Apparently so.

"And I told Mr. MacDougall the SNUGGLE is real," she snickered tickled rosy by her own joke to her patient. She laughed from her nose, forever on the verge of snorting while her family looked at her like she was the baby Jesus. They really did adore her. "But wait! There's MYRRH!!!" Tears leaked from her eyes from laughing and Erik found himself smiling to blend in.

"Oh phooey, Erik, don't be a phoney," Jessica wiped her eye, still shuddering in her laughter. She threw a white pillow from the leather couch at him and he caught it feeling suddenly awkward. "You never laugh at my puns! That's what makes it's so funny," she gasped in stitches. "Mr. MacDougall didn't laugh either. He just stared like he was so confuuused," she wheezed, her nostrils flaring like headlights. It broke her brother who snorted. "I swear I love your faces!"

"Hey hey!" A voice came from the front door as a woman with a brown fur vest scooted inside to the living room with matching brown boots followed by a small group of happy people carrying gifts. They kissed the rest of the family, laughing and talking about everything from rowdy kids to the snow. They seemed like a normal family, everyone but Jessica. She jumped up quickly to take the gifts adding them under the bigass fir tree and Erik wondered what type of gifts they gave and how he'd get one.

Jessica hugged every single person in that group as well as the next. The house was full and loud with laughter, stories, and the sound of kids running back and forth.

"SIT YA ASS DOWN," he heard an auntie growl at a kid only a little older than his play niece. The kid looked at her, sitting immediately.. reminding him of his childhood with his family. "Excuse me," the woman waved apologetically when she made eye contact, but it made Erik feel comfortable. He smiled.

When the family played charades, he sat quietly and hoped they wouldn't call him up and he was lucky because they were too busy competing for a turn, each person imitating a family member and getting roars of laughter followed by an "I am not like that" or an "AND?!" The reactions tickled Erik more than anything. He tried to watch each family member from then to see if the impressions were accurate and he laughed to himself on the ones he could personally confirm.

"Hey Erik," one of the men called from around the kitchen table. The seats were full all around with additional folding chairs pulled up. "Prettyboy like you know how to play spades?"

Erik's brows rose and he blew out a breath. "Old man.. you sure you in the mood to lose?" The man's face dropped and instantly Erik felt his foot in his mouth. He'd gone too far.

"..I think you got a challenge, Lem," the man beside him on his right smirked, coughing to hide his laugh. Lem cut the cards after the man to his left shuffled.

"I'll ask you the same question when you're digging this old foot out ya ass," Lem chuckled and another man stood to let Erik sit. Erik played four successful games before Jessica appeared over his shoulder whispering loudly in his ear. He controlled his shudder feeling the air on his face.

"Christmas scavenger hunt," she said pulling him from the chair. "My neighbor," she explained to the table, hugging him proudly. "Okay, let's go!"

The outdoor scavenger hunt happened in the backyard in the dark. Erik didn't understand why his wrist had to be tied to Jessica's. It wasn't like any scavenger hunt he'd done, not that he'd done one since he was eight and that was for Easter.

"Follow me," Jessica pulled as if he had a choice. She fell almost instantly. "Owww, I bongo'd my booty," she pouted seriously, rubbing her butt.

"..Now I gotta get outta here," he muttered.

"Huh?"

"I said did you see that reindeer."

"What reindeer?" She looked puzzled but forgot it fast.

She pawed through trees and got down on her knees in the snowy grass to feel around which was more than anyone else was doing. They were mostly talking and enjoying the view of the bright sky. It was a beautiful night. The more Jessica searched through the snow, Erik began to think of her hands. She wasn't wearing gloves. Her hands had to be freezing. He looked around at the guests standing around casually.

"Jessica.. I don't think you'll find anything under the snow let's look somewhere else."

"I'm like a bloodhound for this, I can smell it!" She continued to shift snow, digging on her knees shifting around the ground and Erik's mind went to Ms. Ernestine.

"Jessica.. stand up," he whispered through his teeth tugging her up with a quick yank of his wrist. "It's too cold for you to be digging through snow with your bare h-" There was a plastic ornament in her palm, a proud grin on her face.

"I knew it," she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "Joshua planted it and he's not that creative," she whispered giddily. "He must have done it before the snow... WE FOUND IT! WE FOUND THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS! WE WIN! YES!! TAKE THAT LOOOOSERRS!!"

As the round of applause and some disappointed groans followed, Erik felt awkward standing with her as she gloated in her ridiculous victory dance but he couldn't negate that... she was right. Once untied, he stood next to her as she turned in the ornament to Ms. Ernestine exchanging it for two small red gift boxes. Handing Erik one, she beamed at him and the small crowd.

"Same time."

He nodded and at the same time they opened the boxes.

"Socks!!! Oh my God I love fuzzy socks," she spazzed bending backward to cheer at the sky. When Erik looked in his box, he looked up at the crowd and Ms. Ernestine. Was it really cool to accept this? Should he give it to Jessica? "What did you get," Jessica asked. He showed her. "Eh.. it's nice but I like mine better," she winked. It was a $100 bill. She could've had tons of socks. He sat down their boxes and felt her hands, they were still cold.

"Let's go inside and warm up," he nodded toward the house glad when Ms. Ernestine agreed, announcing that it was definitely time to eat. She said the prayer as people held hands and Erik couldn't remember the last time anyone around him had held hands to pray. "Let me get that for you. You want a lil everything?" He stepped in to fix an older lady's plate so she wouldn't lose her seat or wait in line. That led to him fixing three different plates for people but Jessica was right there with him, smiling the whole time. "Have a seat," he told her, doubling down when she politely declined. "You've done enough, enjoy your family."

Confused, she did what he suggested and he brought her food and drink to her in the living room before finding a nearby seat. She was just as quirky as ever, saying things that made no sense, but Erik was too into the food to care. He ate three plates and drank two eggnogs.

Right when he thought he'd go into a food coma, he heard his name.

"Erik," a gruff voice called from the dining room. It was her dad waving him over where most of the men were. "Hey, do me a favor and go upstairs to the room on the right and grab that jar from the top shelf of my closet.

Erik looked around briefly with slightly widened eyes for Joshua but didn't see him.

"You want me to..," he questioned.

"Yeah, son, go get it and bring it here. Thanks."

Son, Erik thought as he went up the stairs. The man barely knew him yet called him son. This family was something else and it wasn't something he was used to.

In the closet was a glass mason jar full of pocket change and dollars of varying values. There were 50s in there. The fact that he was trusted to retrieve it spoke volumes. He carried it down the stairs carefully fulfilling his mission to get it back to Mr. Donald who thanked him asking no questions.

"And the jar this Christmas... goes to.. drumroll," he commanded getting a loud drum of hands on laps, tables, and walls. "DREW!"

"YES," a teenage boy shouted hurriedly finding his way forward to pose beside Mr. Donald with the jar. His grin full of braces was as big as Jessica's in that moment and when Erik glanced at Jessica, she waved. He nodded back with a small smile. She was beginning to grow on him... just a little.

When the house erupted in carols, he didn't feel pressured to sing. He sat and listened, smiling at the little kids who sang the loudest with the drunk uncle leading in an offbeat baritone. It was a warm feeling he'd forgotten.

And then they exchanged gifts with some people opening there's on the spot and some people taking theirs to go along with several plates of food.

"Erik," Jessica smiled bouncing happily in front of him like she had the best news. She put a red and green gift box in his hands. The dog design was tacky, but he could look past that now. "Open it now," she rushed and when he did, he was taken aback.. again. "I made this on the off chance that you'd say yes and come home for the holidays with me."

His fingers rolled over his face pasted on top of a photoshopped body added to her family's group photo and it was the most bizarre and lowkey creepy gift he'd ever gotten.. but in that way, it was also perfect which hit different. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't stop looking at it.

"Ew... Don't get all soft on me now Stevens," she blurted rolling her eyes with genuine disgust. What kind of response did she expect? He laughed thinking about it.

"Come here," he grabbed her into a hug she fought to get out of.

"Ew ew ew, feelings!"

It only made him laugh and hold tighter.

---

The ride back to the apartment was more chill. Quiet except for the old music that Jessica sang along to, this time under her breath. When they reached the building, there was a relaxed peace as they went up in the elevator together.

"I owe you a Christmas present," Erik said at the door glancing over as Jessica opened the door to her apartment.

"You do, I gave you a good one."

He blew a small laugh through his nostrils. "Yes. Yes, you did. Have a good night, okay?"

"Sleep in heavenly peace," she smiled leaning her head on her door. He nodded and entered his apartment, picking up in the living room before getting ready for bed. There was another series of knocks on the door.

"What's up," he asked opening it to a squinting Jessica. She looked a little constipated or confused. "You good? What you need?"

"Uh. I know I promised, but do I still have to stay away from you until Memorial Day? I kinda had a lotta fun tonight. It looked like you did too."

Erik shook his head, too tired to laugh at the nonsense. One thing for sure, he'd never be bored.

"You can talk to me," he nodded dramatically before yawning. "We family ain't we?"

"Good because for New Year's we gotta go turn up at my granny's cat hotel! Eee!!" She clapped squealing in excitement. "You'll love her, she's just like me but she's just a little weird," she whispered.

Erik's brows knit together as he broke down that statement. That was something to think about when the time came, he was too tired.

"Good night, Jessica," he sang closing the door gently. She stopped it.

"One more thing!"

"Girl do you ever get tired!"

"Merry Christmas, brother from another mother," she grinned. He shook his head with a sigh.

"..See you on New Year's."

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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QUARANTINE

Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x MALE!READER

Words: 2.140

Warnings: fluff

A/N: @slowkib - here you go :) I hope you like it. Thanks for this request

A/N II: This is a loosely sequel to MESSAGES. So, if you wanna know how these two have met, you can catch up on it but it's not necessary :)

Synopsis: Yn got hit by a virus what means he and Nyx have to be quarantined. But Nyx finds a way to 'sweeten' the time for YN to recover quickly.

Nyx and YN were dating for a few months and so, YN’s sister was determined to meet the man who had stolen her brother’s heart like a thief with the promise to never give it back. She stayed over the weekend. Two whole days, all three had a lot of fun together. YN was happy to see how good Nyx and his sister got along and all too fast, the time was over again and YN’s sister had to go back home.

While Nyx cleaned up a few plates and glasses, he looked at YN who had a content smile on his lips even if he seemed to be a bit pale, “Your sister is nice. I like her.”

“I'm happy to hear that because she already loves you. She threatened me to treat you right or else she would ... Well… trust me, I wouldn't have a good life anymore.”, YN said and coughed softly.

Nyx blinked several times, staring at YN, disbelieving that his boyfriend, a skilled fighter and great soldier of the royal Kingsglaive, would be intimidated by his sister who was two heads shorter than he was, "You... She can threaten you? I mean, for real?", Nyx asked amused.

"Always had, always will. She might be younger and smaller than me but she can be a beast if she wants.", YN answered with a grin, remembering what kind of troublemaker she had been in their childhood.

"Good to know.", Nyx said grinning.

"Don't you dare to-", but YN stopped as a coughing attack prevented him from speaking further.

Concerned, Nyx laid his hand on YN’s shoulder, checking on him as he became even paler, "Are you alright?"

YN just waved with his hand, "Yeah, yeah", he said hoarsely, slapping against his chest, "I just choked on something.", he whispered.

But the next day, YN laid in bed, coughing violently and fighting with the full aftermath of the virus that held Insomnia in its iron grip for a few months. Obviously, without knowing it, YN's sister had been infected and now, he was the one with all the symptoms: fever, fatigue, muscle aches, headache, sore throat and nausea saying, the whole package.

While caring as best as he could for a suffering YN, Nyx did what the citizens were encouraged to do: he called a doctor, YN got tested and the result was clear: positive.

Nyx was tested negative but still, because they lived together, they had to be both quarantined for two weeks. As the next step, Nyx had to inform their Captain. Drautos wasn't pleased about the information that two of his men were out of service because of some ‘common cold’. As the Captain asked why they had to be both in quarantine, Nyx saw himself forced to tell the truth and revealed the relationship he had with YN. But, somehow, Nyx got the impression that the relationship itself wasn't the biggest problem rather the fact that the Captain had been completely unaware about it during the last months.

But because the Captain still wanted to have the upper hand like always, he sent Nyx and YN a big pile of documents and paperwork that got postponed because of the last battles. Nyx wasn't pleased about the boring 'office' work but as long as he and YN were quarantined, there was no way Nyx could say anything against it … or run away from it to fight a small, cozy fight against some demons which he would prefer more in this moment.

Luckily, YN recovered quickly and so, after one week, he was almost the old one. Almost. He was still a bit tired, was coughing and needed to rest but at least, he was fit enough to help Nyx a little bit with the paperwork. Especially, YN did it to prevent a raging war inside their apartment. While YN had been forced to stay in bed, he already had heard Nyx cursing while working.

First YN thought Nyx was just annoyed about the work itself but then, one afternoon as they sat together to work through the piles of documents, YN realized that Nyx wasn't just 'annoyed' rather, he was frustrated and even kinda aggressive.

"This stupid thing!", Nyx called out while pressing keys randomly on his PC.

YN raised his glance questioningly from his own PC and papers to look at the hero, who obviously got defeated by a bunch of wires and circuit pressed into a plastic case, "Everything's good over there?" he asked, grinning as Nyx slammed his whole hand on all keys he could find at the same time.

"Sure! Fuc- it works pretty wonderful!", he hissed through gritted teeth. Once again, Nyx pressed a bunch of keys he had no idea of their functions. As the PC finally just gave up and shutted down, Nyx leant back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose with closed eyes while sighing deeply, completely defeated.

YN tried his hardest to keep the grin out of his face but it wasn't working. Nyx heard the muffled sound of suppressed laughter and the moment he looked slowly up, his beloved boyfriend burst out with laughter. Even tears of joy were running down his cheeks.

Nyx gritted his teeth, "Good to see that you’re feeling better again. At least one of us has fun here.", he said annoyedly, standing up from the chair to look out of the window to become calmer again. It was cold, raining and all in all not the worst weather to be forced to stay inside.

YN felt guilty for laughing. He hurried over to Nyx and from behind, he snaked his arms around Nyx' waist, pressing a soft kiss on the outer rim of Nyx' ear, one of his weak spots, "Come on. Don't be like that. I didn't mean to laugh at you. It was just ... you fight against demons and whatsoever and then, you get defeated by a PC? Seriously?", YN chuckled.

Nyx scoffed, "I tell you, this thing has a will on its own. And it's mocking me. Besides, we're Glaives. We fight. We don't do 'paperwork'.", he said, quoting the Captain's words in a silly voice.

"So, what? You wanna disobey and ignore the Captain's order? Again?", YN asked amused, knowing how rebellious Nyx could be from time to time.

Nyx grinned, turning around in YN's arms and lying his own around his neck, glad that YN already had some color back in his face, "What shall he do? We're in quarantine. We're not allowed to leave this place or to invite someone in ... at all.", he said with a low voice.

YN raised an eyebrow, knowing this kind of mischievous glance already from the hero, "You have something in mind then?"

"Oh, yes. Indeed, I have.", Nyx nodded with a grin.

Ten minutes later, Nyx had collected everything he needed while YN just had watched him, sitting in an armchair. Nyx had prohibited him to do anything else than just waiting because even if YN felt better he was still stricken. On the other hand, Nyx wanted to have his idea as a small surprise. So, he collected all the pillows and blankets he could find and threw them into the living room which was quickly turned upside down. Nyx took some chairs, arranged them with the couch and had built something that represented a cozy fort. The couch was the fort's backrest. Chairs left and right were holding up the blankets while the carpet was covered with pillows and bed covers to make it even more comfy. As Nyx was done, he stepped next to YN, lying an arm around his shoulders, "What do you say?"

"That looks pretty perfect. You have done that before, don't you?", YN asked and looked up. There was already a melancholic smile on Nyx' lips.

"Yeah, I did this often with Selena. Mostly, when she was feeling sad or when she was sick. Then, I built one of these, stole some ice cream and cookies from the kitchen and then, we hid there the whole day. We were talking or watching TV until we fell asleep.", Nyx remembered, pulling YN closer to his side before he pressed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's crown while inhaling his scent to feed the painful memories with sweet new fuel to make them comfortable again.

YN enjoyed the affection with closed eyes, "So, you stole ice cream, huh?", he asked softly to light Nyx' mood up again. He was happy that it worked as he heard him chuckling.

"Well, stealing would mean no one knew about it. I'm sure our mother knew it. I mean, back then, as a kid, I felt pretty smart but now, I know that someone had to buy the things, so I'm sure she knew when we would build our little cave and prepared the sweets for us."

YN frowned. Everything was perfect except the fact that they had no sweets in the kitchen, "Shall we order-", but he got stopped as someone knocked at the door.

"Not necessary. I already took care of that, too.", Nyx said with a grin and went to the front door, opened it and came back with a paper bag full of stuff Crowe had brought after Nyx had texted her.

"What's that?", YN asked curiously, closing up on Nyx.

"Everything we need to get you back on track.", Nyx said grinning.

"But I'm already feeling better.", YN argued half-heartedly as he saw the colorful labels of the bag's contents.

"Yes, but 'better' is still not completely recovered. So, here, the ice cream will help you with your sore throat. Cookies are great in warm milk with honey to fight against the temperature of your fever. And the chocolate will just make you happy.", Nyx listed while pointing at the different items.

"And the gummi bears? Are they for my running nose?", YN asked chuckling, pulling out the bag of sweets.

Nyx snatched it out of YN's hand, "Oh, these are for me. At last, I need something to throw at you when you say stupid things again. Gummi bears for a running nose... never heard such a silly thing.", Nyx mumbled while rolling with his eyes and bringing the bag in the kitchen.

YN laughed, took his laptop and crawled into the pillow fort to get comfortable already while waiting for Nyx to come back.

Ten minutes later, Nyx appeared with a tablet which was laden with bowls full of ice cream, sweets and two mugs with warm milk. YN received the tablet, placing it in the middle. Nyx crawled next to YN's side before he closed the door made out of a blanket to enclose them with coziness. Pressing on a switch, a chain of light went on which was installed around the chair and illuminated the fort in a soft warm, romantically light. Nyx leant against the couch with his back, raised his arm to give YN the space to cuddle against him, using Nyx' upper body as a pillow.

YN was just about to start the movie he had picked out on Netflix as Nyx got a call on the headset he had still in his ear out of habit. Cursing under his breath, he answered the call, "Yeah? Hey, Captain. Yes, we're still in quarantine. One more week, that’s correct, Sir. Yes, he's feeling better but he's still not recovered completely. He still has to rest.", Nyx answered the Captain's questions. To underline Nyx' statement, YN coughed slightly.

Nyx had difficulties to keep the amusement out of his voice and nudged YN's side in revenge because the coughing was so badly acted, "What did you say, Sir? Oh, yeah, the paperwork. We're working on it. Yes, at this very moment, we're sitting in the living room and looking at the screen. Yes, Sir. Alright. Good da- huh, he hung up already.", Nyx said with a smirk, taking the headset out of his ear to lay it aside where he wouldn't notice it at all for the rest of the day.

"You lied to the Captain.", YN stated with a smirk.

Nyx looked him in the eyes while shaking his head, "No, I said the truth. We're in the living room, looking at some screen. The paperwork can wait. First, I want to make sure that you're fit again.", he breathed before he kissed YN softly, "And now, we should hurry with the ice cream or we will have just soup left."

"You could put some gummi bears into it to keep the consistency- hey!", YN called out as a gummi bear hit his hand.

"I warned you.", Nyx said grinning before YN cuddled back against Nyx' side, the best place in the world to recover from whatever virus there might ever be.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years

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Hey let's make pluto a planet again

Male Reader x Dick Grayson

Request - Hi love you work I want to know if you can do a Dick Grayson x male reader where the reader is a secretly a Pokemon trainer and Dick the reader boyfriend found him training with his Pokemon Pikachu and Eevee. Then Dick wants to learn more about Pokemon and Pokemon battles so the reader help him to catch a Pokemon and taught him how to battle. If you can't do it ok but I hope you have a lovely day 👉🏾👈🏾❤️🧡💛💙💜

You have been dating Dick Grayson for three years now. Sometimes there are moments when you and Dick argue, but eventually work out the problem. But Dick doesn't know that you are a Pokemon trainer and you don't know how to tell him. You just don't know how his reaction will be either good or bad, you overthink so many times that you chicken out to tell him.

Before going home, you stopped by the Pokemon bakery shop. You opened the door and the bell rang.

”Y/N! How is it going? I thought I would have to call Officer Jenny to find you” Brock said.

Brock used to be the Gym Leader of the Pewter Gym. You and Brock laughed. He owns the bakery shop and he makes pastries for humans and Pokemon. You and Brock have been friends for a long time. His Vulpix comes and gets on the counter and you start to pet her.

”Sorry, I haven't been around a lot. I was in Gotham City, visiting my boyfriend” You said.

”Oh, that's why you haven't been around. So, Y/N I made fresh cookies, jelly donuts, Stew, and rice balls. How are Pikachu and Eevee doing?” Brock said.

”They are doing fine. I want to bring them dinner and snacks for them” You said.

”I missed them and I'm happy to see you again. But Y/N, don't be a stranger. So, what will you want to get?” Brock said.

”I promise I will come by more often and we should make a Pokemon play date for them,” You said.

”Good,” Brock said.

You told Brock what you wanted to get. You went home once opening the door, Eevee, and Pikachu ran to you.

”Hey guys!!” You cheerfully said.

They are really happy to see you. You put the bags on the counter then Pikachu and Eevee jumped on you. You hold them and pet them, they can't stop smiling.

”Pika Pika,” Pikachu said.

”Eve... Eevee!” Eevee said.

”Yes. I did bring food and sweets, but first, we will have dinner” You said to them.

You take out the food and bowls, you serve them the food. They love to eat dinner and watch tv with you.

You took a shower and you bathe them. They have their own beds, but they rather sleep on your other pillow.

--/--

You take Pikachu and Eevee to the park. Dick wants to see you, but he doesn't know what apartment you live in. He has never been to your place because you have Pokemon merchandise. He went back to see his car and he was about to call you but he sees you. He followed you to the park, he was going to say your name but he noticed you took something off your belt.

You threw your Poké Balls, Eevee and Pikachu came out. Dick kept watching and he has no idea what they are.

”Okay, today we will train to get strong, and later we will go see Brock,” You said.

They are happy what you said. You start to train them, Dick stepped on a stick. Pikachu and Eevee glare at Dick and they are ready to attack him.

”Dick?” You said.

”Hey, Y/N. What are they?” Dick said.

”He is my boyfriend don't attack him,” You said.

They listened to you and Dick walked closer.

”They are my Pokemon and I'm a... Pokemon trainer” You said.

”What is a Pokemon? They won't bite me?” Dick said.

”Not unless I tell them too. That is Pikachu the yellow one and that is Eevee. There are other people like me and there are over three hundred kinds of Pokemon. Some people are gym leaders, we use Pokemon and if we win then we get the gym badges, we live along with Pokemon. But there are people who use Pokemon for evil-”

”That is too much information. Saying Pokemon sounds strange. Who is Brock?” Dick said.

”Brock is a friend and he has Pokemon too. Are you mad that I didn't tell you?” You said.

”Yeah. Why you didn't tell me?” Dick said.

”I wasn't sure how you were going to react to it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I'm really sorry” You said.

”Y/N, for now on, don't keep secrets from me. I am mad that you didn't tell me, but I will let you make it up to me” Dick said.

He smiled and you gave him a small smile.

”Okay, I will make it up to you. First, I will show you where I live” You said.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

You take him to your apartment for the first time, Pikachu and Eevee like him. You have some Pokemon posters, action figures, pillows, and shirts. You take out the biscuits for Pikachu and Eevee then gave it to Dick.

”Feed them the biscuits. It will help you create a bond with them” You said.

”Oh okay,” Dick said.

A first he was shy about it but they take the biscuits and eat it.

”I want to learn more about Pokemon,” Dick said.

”I will be happy to teach you about it,” You said.

You and Dick sit on the couch and you take out your Kalos Pokédex. You explain to him there are different kinds of Pokédex and show him how to use it. He tries to use it but he is struggling with it. Next, you showed him the different types of PokéBalls and it's a lot.

”Babe, I want to catch my first Pokemon,” Dick said.

” It's late. Tomorrow we will wake up early and find your first Pokemon. Do you want to stay the night?” You said.

”Yeah, I will stay,” Dick said.

You gave him your shirt which says welcome to Pallet Town. You and Dick lie in bed together and he pulls you closer to him.

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Next day, you take Dick and your Pokemon to see Brock. Brock is very happy to meet your boyfriend and Dick tried Brock’s food and he loves it. Later, you take Dick to the Poke shop to buy Poké Balls but had to explain to him again, why all of them look different. He picked Quick Balls and he is happy about it.

”So, you are not really from Metropolis?” Dick asked.

”No. I'm really from Ecruteak City is a city in the north-western part of the Johto region. I have been to Metropolis for vacation” You said.

”Next time, we should go to Ecruteak City,” Dick said.

You smiled.

”We can do that,” You said.

Eevee and Pikachu start to play together at the park. Dick screamed when he saw a bug Pokemon named; Durant.

” It's a big/steel Pokemon,” You said.

”A what!?” Dick said out loud.

You take out your Poke dex and it says;

”Durant is a dual-type Bug/Steel Pokémon. It is not known to evolve into or from any other Pokémon” Pokédex stated.

”Oh, I thought it a monster ant,” Dick said.

”So, bug Pokemon might not your first choice,” You said.

He agreed. While holding hands and walking around, Pikachu got on Dick’s shoulder and you took a picture of them. He is like a little kid, he got excited for seeing different types of Pokemon. You had to take out your Pokédex many times.

---/--

You set up the blanket while Dick takes out the food.

”Brock makes the best food ever!! I would go to his shop every day” Dick said.

”Eevee and Pikachu love his food too. Any thought what kind of Pokemon you want?” You said.

”To be honest, I don't know. I'm overthinking what should be my first Pokemon” Dick said.

He starts to feed Eevee and Pikachu. Then you and Dick start to eat the rice balls. Bulbasaur starts to smell the food, he starts to walk towards you and Dick. He used his vine whip to take Dick’s rice ball.

”Hey! Woah... What is that” Dick said.

You take out your Pokédex...

”Bulbasaur can be seen napping in bright sunlight. There is a seed on its back. By soaking up the sun's rays, the seed grows progressively larger” Pokédex said.

”You should catch it,” You said.

You give him the Quick Balls and he throws it. On the first try, he escaped.

”Try again. Usually, you have to make the Pokemon weak in order to capture it” You said.

”I don't know how to make him weak. I will try again” Dick said.

On the third try, he finally caught Bulbasaur. You and Dick start to celebrate then he kissed you.

”How do I bring him out?” Dick said.

”Throw the ball like this,” You said.

You throw your Pokeball and Dick copied your move and Bulbasaur comes out. He starts to pet Bulbasaur and they are getting along. Pikachu and Eevee became friends with Bulbasaur.

While walking around the park, you and Dick see Pokemon trainers fighting. It's Primeape vs Hitmonlee.

”Y/N, will you help me and Bulbasaur train?” Dick asked.

”Yeah sure. Now I have to explain gym battles and gym badges” You said.

”Awesome” Dick said and smiled.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

At you had to write down Bulbasaur’s attack moves for Dick to memorize it.

Dick is a fast learner when it came to battles. He loves Bulbasaur and they make a good team and Dick even bought a The Official Pokémon Encyclopedia book. He reads it every day and you had to explain what are evolution stones. Also, you had to explain why Eevee has so many evolution stones.

”Guys, let's go see Brock and get some sweets!” Dick said to Bulbasaur, Eevee, and Pikachu.

They cheered and they run towards the door. Pikachu and Eevee are always spoiled because of Dick.

At the shop, you look around and Brock came out.

”Hey Brock, I need a special cake because it's my anniversary with Y/N,” Dick said.

”That is great! I just made fresh strawberry and Carmel cake. I can write something on top” Brock said.

He showed the cake to Dick.

”That's perfect. Also, I want to get them treats” Dick said.

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It started to rain hard and you got soaked. Dick is on the couch cuddling with Bulbasaur, Pikachu, and Eevee. You walked in and they see you are soaked. Dick got up and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around you. He gave you a peck on the lips.

”Go get changed but first take a hot shower and I will set up dinner,” Dick said.

”I’m starving and I'm happy to be home,” You said.

Dick kissed you again.

---

Dick surprised you with the anniversary cake ad you can't stop smiling. Pikachu is on your shoulder and Eevee is on your lap.

”Happy anniversary, Y/N,” Dick said

”Happy anniversary, babe,” You said.

It got colder and you put on Dick’s hoodie then cuddle with him on the couch. Eevee is on your lap and you start to pet Eevee, while Pikachu and Bulbasaur are eating. Dick kissed your head and you smiled

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Bohemian Rhapsody - Ben Hardy/ Roger Taylor fic [Chapter 4]

A/N: I did not go writing this referencing by the years but mostly the events that had happened in Queen and the movie, Bohemian Rhapsody not in a particular order. I hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it.

INTRODUCTION: Roger Taylor, the famous drummer of Queen won a lot of hearts as he performed several gigs along with his bandmates, Freddie, Brian and John. His playboy self slowly vanishing as he meets the girl of his dreams but what happens when their dreams after marriage takes a toll with fame and publicity?

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Chapter Four:

"Roger! Wake up!" I say shaking his shoulders. "Huh? Wha- what?" He asks confused. His eyes half shut. "I want a blueberry muffin." I say putting my hair in a messy bun. "Babe, it's only 5 in the morning. No place will be open yet. Can't it wait? We are leaving in about 3 or 4 hours." He says putting his head on the pillow going back to sleep. "Fine." I say getting up and walking out. "Love, I'll get you a muffin on the road." I hear him yell.

"Morning Y/n." I hear Brian greeting me as I walked into the kitchen. "You are up early." I say giving him a confused look. "Yeah. I got hungry. What about you?" He asks preparing some coffee for himself. "Cravings. Roger wouldn't wake up to get me a muffin." I say with a pout. Brian laughs probably finding my situation adorable and yet funny. "Classic Rog. He hates waking up early in the morning when he knows he can sleep for another 3 hours." He says with a laugh. I laugh with him. It was true. Roger would be in a bad mood and throw tantrums if not. "I know but the baby wants a muffin." I say with a frown.

"I'm gonna make you some tea and some pancakes. See if the baby will be okay with that for now." He says taking out a pan from the cupboard.

We talked and had a lovely breakfast for about two hours. "Shouldn't you be packing now?" I ask. "It's all packed. We just have to go put them in the van." He says. "I'm gonna go wake Roger. Thanks for the breakfast, Bri." I say getting myself down from the stool. "The baby still wants a muffin." I say walking towards the door. Brian laughing behind me as a small smile crept upon my face.

"Where have you been love?" Roger asks as I walk into the shared room we had. He stood by the bed packing his clothes in the bag. I stayed quiet. "Y/n? Are you mad about this morning?" He asks stopping his packing to look at me. I shake my head. Zipping up the bags he put them near the bed. "All packed up right?" He asks. I nod my head.

I wait behind the boys as they packed their things into the van with some fuss as they tried to fit everything inside. "No no. Put that over there." I hear John say annoyed. "What is Roger doing?" John asks with his hands on his hips as we stare at Roger near a low wall getting scared of a chicken.

We start off with the long way home. John was at the wheel driving the small van. Freddie and Brian sat on the seats in front of us. "Y/n, why are you being so quiet? Is something wrong? Are you getting pains? Do you feel sick?" Roger asks only loud enough for me to hear as he kept his head on my shoulder with his eyes on me. I shake my head. He sighs as I didn't reply with words.

"John! For god's sake please pull over at that bakery and get my wife a blueberry muffin!!" Roger suddenly yells pointing his finger at a small bakery on the right making the boys jump. As soon as John pulled over, Roger slides the door open jumping out and running towards the bakery yelling how he couldn't tolerate my silent treatment. Freddie, Brian and John turned to look at me. "What?" I ask clueless. "We love that baby even more." Brian says as they laughed at how much the baby was making Roger do.

"Okay. I got a blueberry muffin and a chocolate muffin and a cookie. The cookie is for me." Roger says out of breath as he sat next to me. "Thanks love." I say kissing his cheek. "Anything for you and Jude." He says. I stare at him with the name he had just said. The boys did their own thing as John got back on the road.

"Jude?" I ask getting Roger's attention. "Um, I mean.. If you want to that is." He says. "I had the same name in my head." I say with a huge smile. He smiles back leaning in for a kiss.

Freddie has said they would all calm down with their song discussion but it had only gotten worse. We all paced around Freddie’s apartment as Roger has locked himself in the cupboard. "I'm only gonna come out if you put my song on the side B of the album." He screams out for the 3rd time. Sighing I walk towards the cupboard. "Roger, please. You can come out and discuss with them." I say. "We are not putting I'm in love with my car on the album!" Brian yells out making me send him a glare. "See. Y/n, they won't." Roger says. "Guys please. You have to solve out things like adults." I say with my arms folded. "Alright. We'll do it." They all say.

-Roger's P.O.V-

"We are gonna go and present the song to Ray. Why don't you head to the studio in like 2 hours and I'll meet you there?" I say to Y/n as I looked for my car keys with a frown. "They are in your pocket already love." I hear Y/n say as I put my hand inside my coat pocket to find my keys. Leaving out a small laugh I lean to her level on the sofa to kiss her goodbye. "I'll see you then." She says. "You look comfy." I say looking at her sitting peacefully with a bowl of cereal on her big belly. "Yes but could you please help me up. I have to go pee." She says lifting her hands for me to grab onto. Placing the empty bowl of cereal in the kitchen sink I wait till she returns back. The boys can wait about 5 minutes more. After all Freddie always gets late. "Phone me if anything happens alright?" I say helping Y/n back on the sofa again.

"Well, I'm not sure that's the album you promised. Does it?" Ray ask with the end of the song, Bohemian Rhapsody. "No, it's better than the album we promised. It's better than any album anyone has ever promised darling. It's a bloody masterpiece." Freddie says with his steps going from one side to the other side of the room before stopping by the record player by the window. "It's a good album Ray." Reid says standing beside the sofa. "I'd prefer masterpiece." I say adding on. "It's expensive and as for .... Bohemian." Ray pauses squinting his eyes trying to read the other word of the song title. "Rhapsody." Brian says clearing his throat.

"Rhapsody. What is that?" Ray asks unamused. "An epic poem." Freddie says standing in front of the desk. "It goes on for bloody six minutes." Ray says looking at Freddie. "I pity your wife if she thinks six minutes is forever. Do you know what? We are going to release it as our single." Freddie says standing at the old spot by the window again. I smirk at Freddie's remark.

"Not possible. Anything over three minutes the radio stations won't program it. What on earth is it about? Scaramouch? Galileo?" Ray asks with frustration and confusion. I myself have no clue on who Galileo is either. "True poetry is for the listener." Freddie says looking outside the window. "It ruins the mystery of the things explained." Brian says. "Sorry to ruin your sails. Three minutes is the standard." Ray says looking at Reid. "I actually like the single, love of my life." Reid says looking at us. "No." Brian says shaking his head. "What about John's song, You are my best friend? Catchy and stronger." Reid says. We look at each other before turning to Ray. "What about, I'm in love with my car." Ray asks making me look towards the others with a huge smile on my face as they all mumbled in annoyance.

"Well that's the kind of song teenagers can crack up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. Bohemian rhapsody will never be that song." Ray says. "It's a band decision. Bohemian Rhapsody. That is it." Brian says sternly. "You are my best friend." Ray says trying to change our decision once more. "Or we walk. You'll forever be the man who lost Queen." Freddie says as we all get up leaving them behind.

With a rock crashing down their window we stare as Paul and Ray looked at us. "You can take that out of our loyalties." Freddie says as we all scurried away laughing.

-Y/n's P.O.V-

"Darling you alright?" Freddie asks as I change my position on the sofa once again. "Yeah. Just feels tired." I say. "Here. Have some water. Roger will be done in a while." He says handing me a glass of water. The boys were wrapping up their equipments and having fun as well. "Ray suggested I'm in love with my car." Freddie says. I laugh at his expression. "Is that why Roger seems a bit happier?" I ask taking a sip of water from the cup. "Yup." Freddie says getting up to join them.

After about an hour I start to get pains on the side of my belly. "Ouch!" I say. Brian, who sat next to me looks at me concerned. "Y/n, what's happening?" He asks. "It's the baby. It hurts." I say about to cry. "I'll go get Roger." He says jumping up from the sofa and running towards the recording room to call for Roger who was watching John play. With the sound of his name being called he rushed out of the door.

"Love, what's going on?" He asks scared and worried. "It hurts." I say starting to cry. "It's okay. It's okay. We are gonna go to the hospital okay?" Roger says helping me up the sofa. "Can one of you guys get the baby bag from our apartment?" Roger says walking me outside. "It hurts more." I whine. "Hold on love. You can do this." Roger says.

2 hours. 2 hours passed and still no baby. "She's not supposed to come out for another week." I say frowning as I stared at the boring hospital ceiling. Roger sat next to me. "She clearly wants to meet us all soon but imagine if I was on tour tho." He says laughing at his small joke making me hit his head. "Alright. I'll stop." He says putting his fingers over his lips.

"Roger annoying you darling?" Freddie asks as he get in with a coffee for him and Roger. "As always." I joke. "I don't always joke around Y/n." Roger says with the shocked expression. "I know. It was a joke, love." I say giving him a smile.

After going into labour earlier than expected baby Jude Phoenix Taylor was born. "She's so small and pretty." Brian says cooing at her small self resting on his arm as I clear the table for them to make themselves at home. "You're glad we were all there?" Brian asks. "More than ever." I reply with a smile. "Sorry I interrupted your recording John." I say apologising for the 100th time. "It's all right dear. We got a mini drummer." John says poking Jude's cheeks. I had gone into labour in the middle of their recording which made me feel so bad but glad that they were there for me. "How many months is she now? Three? Four?" I hear Brian asks John as I walk into the kitchen.

"Where's Roger?" Freddie asks. "He went to meet a friend." I say not knowing exactly where he was. "He does stay around right?" Asks John. "Yeah. Yeah he does." I reply. Maybe he is stressing over the upcoming tour. He had to leave me and a three month old Jude behind. With much discussion the band decided to tour after a few months with the birth of Jude.

Past 1am and I pace around the apartment trying to put a sleeping baby to sleep. Roger was still out and Jude hasn't stopped crying for the past hour which is making me start to cry as well. "Jude baby please don't cry so much." I say.

"Y/n?" I poke my head out of Jude's room to see Roger walking towards us. "What's wrong?" He asks worried. "She won't stop crying and I did everything I could do." I say crying. He takes Jude from me slowly resting her on his left shoulder while hugging me from his right side. "It's okay. It's okay." He says.

Soon Jude fell asleep and Roger came into the shared bedroom. He looked so tired. "Why have you been so distant? Is it me and Jude?" I ask. "Huh? No. No. Nothing like that. Work stress." He says sitting down on the bed.

The next day at breakfast Roger was being very quiet. "What do you want to tell me?" I ask sitting in front of him. He looks at me with his cheeks puffed up with pancakes. "What made you say that?" He mumbles. "You are being very quiet. What's on your mind?" I ask. "Um, I was wondering if you and Jude can join us on tour." He says. "Are you sure about it?" I ask. "I already talked to the band. Well, they suggested it." He says. "Roger, Jude cries a lot these days and it would just ruin your tour with us being there." I say. "Love, they all love you and Jude. They all will be there. Please." He says. "Okay. I'll go." "Great." He says with his mood from the past few days all enlightened up.

Chapter 5

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