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thesixenthusiast · 1 year

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ruby – eddie roundtree

part one (part two, part three, part four)

pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader) warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions) word count: 1.6k author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol

On October 4, 1977, Daisy Jones & The Six performed to a sold out crowd at Soldier Field in Chicago, Illinois. They were one of the biggest bands in the world at the time, fresh off their award-winning, multi-platinum selling album “Aurora.” It would be their final performance.

In the 20 years since, members of the band and their inner circle have refused to speak on the record about what happened… Until now.

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THE RISE OF THE SIX (1966-1972)

The Six started out as a blues-rock band called the Dunne Brothers in the mid-sixties out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Billy and Graham Dunne were raised by single mother, Marlene Dunne, after their father, William Dunne Sr., left in 1954.

BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I always dreamed of something different than the typical laid out career paths. When Graham first got the idea to start a band, I assumed it was just to win back his girlfriend. He was, what fourteen? The kid thought his life was over. [Laughs] I guess in retrospect, maybe it was a good idea.

WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): He was definitely trying to get his girlfriend back.

GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, The Six): We were solid, fine for a while. When Chuck quit, we were out a bassist, which isn’t really something you can do without in a band. Billy originally wanted Eddie to switch to bass, but he wasn’t too keen on that.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythmic guitar, The Six): I was so sick of Billy trying to run the band, it wasn’t his band, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be.

WARREN ROJAS: There was this girl in my math class, her uncle owned a music store downtown, and she used to give lessons to kids on weekends, it was mostly just some scheme by her uncle to get people to buy guitars.

BILLY DUNNE: She was a sophomore, a young sophomore at that, she wasn’t even 16 by the time she joined, I was a year out of high school and the rest of the boys are creeping on 17 and 18, she just didn’t fit. Warren gets all the boys on board before bringing the idea up to me so I look like the asshole if I say no, I wanted to say no too, but she was good and I didn’t have another option.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She didn’t even show an interest in being in the band, she wasn’t begging us to give her a chance, we were near-stalking her at the music store, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hear her play and casually bring up that we happened to need a bassist.

JULIET OPAL (bassist/singer, The Six): They weren’t nearly as sly as they thought they were. I originally thought it was some attempt at stealing records or 8-tracks, y’know waiting until I wasn’t looking, but they kept coming back, seemingly just waiting for me to do something, what it was I didn’t know, but something.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [Sighs] They decided I would be the one to talk to her.

The shop’s bell rang, signaling the door had been opened, which swung Juliet’s attention away from the magazine she was skimming and up to the front of the store, peering through the aisles to see who entered. A boy, one she recognized from the creeping on her from the previous weeks, made himself visible and she was immediately on high alert. He approached the counter, swallowing nerves as he did, and cleared his throat.

“Hi,” his voice was hoarse, she took the awkward silence as a moment to study him, he wore a striped shirt, loose jeans, and brown shoes, his hair could use a comb through. He extended his hand, “I’m Eddie, I think we go to school together.”

“Juliet,” she met his hand, “is that why you’re here, to tell me that we might go to school together? Or is there an ulterior motive, one that may explain why you and your friends have been spying on me the past week,” any speck of confidence Eddie had going into this was entirely gone.

“I’m in a band with some friends and our bassist bailed on us pretty recently. My friend, Warren, he’s a junior like me, I think he’s in your math class, said he saw you play bass and that you were good. We just wanted to see you play before we formally asked.”

“Formally asked what?” She leaned up from her elbows that she had been propped on.

“Oh, to, uh, like,” he stopped himself, licking his lips and sighing, “would you want to maybe play bass for us?” His eyes instantly went to his shoes and he stuffed his hands inside his pockets.

“Can I have a little more info maybe? It’s not personal, I just don’t know you, like at all and you could be the worst players for all I know.”

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That one hurt, something about a younger kid who you have a solid five inches on insinuating that she’s better than you are, especially when you’re practically on your knees begging for her to help you out can feel like salt being rubbed into a fresh wound.

JULIET OPAL: What else was I supposed to do? [Laughs] Just blindly follow the older boy who had been spying on me for a week to the alleged garage that he practices in with his alleged band and hope for the best? I paid attention in the stranger-danger assemblies, I knew better.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I invited her back to Billy and Graham’s but she said she had to close up for her uncle. Once we were out in L.A. she told me she actually just didn’t wanna leave with me and in hindsight, I can’t say I blame her.

The following morning Juliet and the Dunne Brothers skipped their first period and met in the Dunne’s garage. Juliet studied the wads of scribbled sheet music Billy had handed to her without looking her in the eye and she didn’t miss the way Eddie rolled his eyes at his hostility, and Eddie didn’t miss the way her upper lip curled into a smile as she saw his reaction.

After rifling through the stack of papers, she picked out one at random, and set it down on the table in front of her, leaning over to scan in a few times before pulling the strap of her guitar over her head. She looked over to the group of boys, standing huddled together with Billy noticeably further away and Warren nodded fervently at her with a grin overtaking her face.

After she played through the song, Billy made her play another, and another, and two more after that ‘for safety.’ Once he had run out of excuses for her to keep playing, he asked her to step out of the garage so they could confer with each other. After seven minutes and two overheard “c’mon man”s from Warren, Juliet was invited back into the garage and to serve as a temporary bass for the band, just until Billy could come to his final decision.

JULIET OPAL: He was stubborn even then, I’m honestly surprised he let me in.

BILLY DUNNE: I didn’t want to let her in the band.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I wanted her in the band, I made sure Billy knew that.

JULIET OPAL: A week after I joined, we were playing a gig with the Winters.

The group stood backstage, listening to the music that was permeating into every corner of the room. Juliet stood sandwiched between Warren and Camila, listening to the band. They had a keyboardist, she caught Juliet’s eye once they had got backstage, when they finished playing and she got offstage, Juliet made a beeline for her, introducing herself.

“I’m Karen,” she introduced herself, “you play with these guys?”

“Mhm, I’m on bass right now, but in an ideal world I’d steal Eddie over there’s job,” she pointed to him and he smiled back, nodding his head up at her, unknowingly, “I won’t though, kinda like him, at least more than I do Billy,” Karen nodded, opening her mouth to excuse herself from the conversation, “y’know I’ve been saying we need a keyboardist.”

“Have you now?” That piqued her interest she stopped in her tracks and smirked over her shoulder.

“No,” she admitted, “but I’ve been thinking it.” Billy hollered her name, gesturing her over to the group, who were making their way onstage. She pulled a receipt with a phone number scribbled across it in black ink and handed it to Karen, “If you ever get sick of them, give me a call, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Do you always carry around drug store receipts with your phone number on them?”

“You never know who you might meet,” she shrugged and started sprinting towards the stage before calling out over her shoulder, “worked out this time. Wish me luck!”

KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): She was so.. vivacious, so full of life. She apoke about a million miles a minute, if I wasn’t fully interested in what she was saying, I don’t think I would’ve caught a word of it. You have this young girl talking your ear off, she seems entirely sure of herself, but also still feels a need to prove to you that she deserves to be there.

JULIET OPAL: I liked Karen, how could I not? And based on the way events would play out, clearly I wasn’t the only one.

WARREN ROJAS: It was a great gig, Julie did great, not that we weren’t expecting her to, we were just worried about her, she had never done anything in front of a crowd before, but she did everything that actually counted right.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: On the drive home she sat next to me and she told me I played well, then she leaned in and kinda whispered and she thanked me. She thanked me for being the one to ask her to join because she would’ve said no to anyone else. [Smiles]

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obsessivelyloved · 7 months

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Day 1: Monster

The prompt is from this list. Hope you guys enjoy!

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There were scratch marks on your porch this morning—big, deep ones. You called out of work. You called animal control. There was nothing they could do.

A set of large footprints circled your house. They wrapped around it over and over, as if something was pacing. They stopped, deep, in front of your bedroom window. There were claw marks on your windowsill.

You had slept with your curtains open.

“Sorry,” The man from animal control had apologized, wringing his hands. “More than likely, it was a curious bear smelling food from your house. It’s long gone into the woods. But if you hear anything at night, hide up in your attic and give us a call.”

You numbly nodded your head. “Will do, thanks for- thanks for your time.”

The man left and all you could do was stare down at your porch, at the large footprints, with fear stuck in your throat. It wasn’t a bear. Bears didn’t have such large claws or feet like a coyote. Or the kind of feet bunnies have, whatever it was.

You didn’t want to stay home but you had nowhere else to go. You had recently moved to this dreary part of England, a little away from the city. It was in your grandmother’s will for you to inherit the house; you couldn’t turn it down. It was completely paid off, all you had to pay was the normal stuff like electricity and water. But now, well, maybe you should have waited until you your friend's lease was up. You would have been dealing with this stress better with someone.

Trees lined the back side of the house, but your grandmother had never been worried about animals. She didn’t even have a backyard fence, not having too many neighbors out here.

“I should go see if the hardware store sells cameras,” you say to yourself.

With a shaky breath, heart still hammering inside your chest, you gather what you need and head out. Thankfully, there’s a couple of stores ten minutes away. They’re mostly the necessities, anything but the basics and a few variety items, you have to drive to the city for. It’s a tad annoying but it’s nice to be able to own a house. Something you thought was going to be impossible in this day and age to do.

You feel as if you're in a fog, entering the small parking lot. Watching through a camera as you enter the hardware store.

Fuck you were so scared that the thing was going to come back. What if it turned out to be the Rake? That thing had haunted you for years. Stuff like that has always scared you even though you know it’s not real. Or, hope it’s not real.

“Hi! Need any help today?”

The cashier snaps you out of the fog a little, but you’re still freaked out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking a little. “Do you guys sell cameras here? Like, the ones for outside?”

The lady, Jess, her name tag helpfully supplies, hums a little. She looks off to the side as she thinks.

“I um, have an animal problem,” you add. “The animal control services think it’s a bear, but I’m not sure.”

Jess lit up. “We should still have some trail cams leftover from hunting season. They’ll be right this way.”

She led you through the small store, the small aisles feeling suffocating. The cameras were on an almost completely bare shelf, the words 50% in bold hung on a banner above the shelf.

“Now that hunting season is over, we can’t really sell these. This-“ she grabs a black camera off of the shelf, “-model is the last we have. I’m not going to lie, it kind of sucks but it’s better than nothing if you really need it.”

You take a deep breath. The panic sinks in a little harder. “How does it suck? I actually really need something. I-I want to be prepared to call animal control if the bear comes back tonight.”

She gives you a sympathetic smile.

“It has a three minute delay. Most hunters hate these since their prey tends to scatter by the time they’re caught on the feeds, but this should work for you since bears aren’t too fast when they have nothing to do. I’d recommend trying to set at least one up further from your property, so you can catch the bear quicker.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“Of course! Let me know if you need help with anything.”

Jess sets the box back onto the shelf, leaving you to your thoughts. Even at fifty percent off these were expensive…..

In the end, you could only afford three. Jess rang you up and wished you well with your bear problem.

You didn’t want to go home. Somehow, you did. One moment you were sitting in your car, staring blankly at the woods, then the next, you were setting up the cameras as best you could.

One was set as high up as you could get it onto the trees behind your house. Another went next to your porch light. And the last, you put above your back door.

After you set them up, connecting them to your laptop, you waited. You waited and waited. Restless, pacing the house with your laptop plugged in and open. Night falls and you distantly think you’re going to be sick. You don’t make dinner. You hardly drink. All you can do is wait.

Eventually, you move your things up to the attic. You turned all the lights off in the house before moving some blankets and pillows upstairs. You’re so thankful there were plugins in the attic. Your laptop dying would have stressed you out more.

By 12 a.m., you start to relax a little. Nothing has triggered your cameras. Whatever it was probably won’t come back. Nothing of worth laid outside your house.

You blink and 1 am glares at you from the corner of your screen. You curl into your blankets and drift off to sleep……

Your laptop beeps.

You bolt awake, scrambling to pull your laptop close. The furthest camera caught movement. Something big was making its way past the tree line. Next, your back door caught it. The night vision didn’t help you at all in trying to figure out what the hell was out there.

If it didn’t have horns above its head you’d thought it was a bear.

Fear crawled up your chest as it sniffed the back door, pawing at the wooden steps. As it moves towards the side of the house, your brain starts to work again.

You scramble around for your phone, desperate to call animal control. But…. you left it downstairs.

Tears prickle your eyes as your laptop beeps again. The porch camera caught it.

You press your hands tight against your mouth. Tears and whimpers escape as you can only stare at the screen.

Sharp purple horns jutted out from its head, dark purple scales lined it’s body. And it’s face….. It had sharp teeth and one black eye.

It was inside the house.

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calypsodivum · 2 years

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grocery store run (E.M.)

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you and eddie just moved out of hawkins into your new apartment. you need to do some shopping.

a/n

first post! AND first ever fic! i will not apologize for how unnecessarily long this is. this is how i write. i like to ✨linger✨ on stuff. hope that’s okay!

warnings

pure fluff, implied car s3x at the end 👀. no pronouns were used for the reader!

disclaimer

photos and gif used are not mine. all credits go to their respective owners suggestions are open! please leave any feedback you have. i’d appreciate it!

i’m looking forward to writing more!

nothing is feels more exhausting than grocery shopping. people will always find a way to bump into you. the ever so confusing aisles, a labyrinth for those just wanting to grab a bottle of shampoo. what does good meat even look like?

“love, please get ready. the sooner we get there, the sooner we get out” i shout from across the apartment.

having just moved in, the fridge is a hollow cave, save from takeout boxes. we don’t even have a decent bar of soap yet. we’re still using the travel sized toiletries we packed with us. as much as i dread it, we had to go to the 10th circle of hell, the grocery store.

“coming! did you see my keys? i swear i left it somewhere”

“did you check your pockets?”

this is what i’ve always dreamt about. a home with eddie. his uncle’s trailer is a silent witness of our love, the bad and the good but we wanted a home of our own, a place that will nourish our still growing love.

he pats his back pockets and puts his palm on his face

“what would you do without me?” i joke

“wouldn’t even survive a day” he takes my hand as we walk out.

everything is new. the road is strange, no kids on bicycles on their way to their friends’ houses. no family video we can slow down in front of to give a quick wave to steve and robin. we’ll get used to it. everything is new but i know that when i look over to my side, he’d be there. just eddie being eddie. he will never change, the only constant i will look forward to every single day.

“you okay?” he asks as he turns his music down

“yeah, everything is wonderful”

“you’re wonderful” he kisses the back of my hand and holds it until he parks the car.

one thing about eddie is he will always be a gentleman. even after 4 years he still opens the door for me and holds my hand as i step out of any vehicle we’re getting out of.

“m’lady” he bows dramatically

“eddie, we both know i can open the door myself”

“and risk having you do something so trivial when i can do it for you?” he argues

“if i told you i wanted the stars, will you get them for me?” i ask while we walk to the store

“i’d give you the sun and the moon too” he smiles as he wraps his hands around mine but i give him a fake frown

“what? any other celestial body you want?” he chuckles

“no, i was planning to give you the sun”

“you give me the sun every time you smile, there’s simply no need”

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“first stop: bathroom essentials”

“everybody make way! we’re going to get bathroom essentials” he shouts, as he walks faster towards the body wash aisle. eddie was never one for blending in, hawkins was a true testament to that. at this point, i’m immune to his antics and i just go along with him.

“make way!” i say loudly as i walk behind him. people are laughing, some weirded out. having eddie beside me will always feel like a perfectly windy day, the ones perfect for flying kites, always carefree, not a worry in the world. i’d be thunderstorms without him.

as i look through the unnecessarily wide array of body wash, i notice that everything is blurry. i touch my face and realize i don’t have my glasses on. so i squint. eddie notices and says “i thought you had your contacts on so i didn’t say anything. i knew something was missing” he says “can you see me?”

“i can see you from a mile away, eddie. in fact, i can see three blurry versions of you” i smile as i squint my eyes to read the bottle in my hand

“this one says ‘natural’ did you want this one?”

“what scent is it? if it’s sea salt and cedar, then yes”

he puts the bottle in the cart and wraps my arm around him. i can see him trying to shield people from me like he’s some kind of bodyguard

“where to next?”

“vegetables”

“you’re asking me to walk with you into mordor. so mordor, it is”

“everyone make way for real this time, we forgot the eyeglasses, can’t see so if you get ran over by our cart, don’t say i didn’t warn you” he announces

“you know i’m not blind, right”

“better be safe than sorry. don’t worry, sweets. i’ll be your eyes today. i ate a lot of baby carrots as a kid”

“thank god” i fake sigh

he had my arm around his as we finish shopping for everything we needed. we walk out of the store, still warning people about their impending doom of being ran over by a shopping cart.

we walk to the car and as i help him load everything in, he grabs my hand and took the bags. he kisses my forehead and said “i’ll do it, love. go wait in the car for me, yeah? i know how you hate grocery shopping. it might’ve been so much harder for you today. let me do it”

i nod. i didn’t even have to say anything. he will always know what i’m thinking about, how i feel about things. as trivial as this was, he made a big deal out of it. never invalidating my feelings. always caring. always thoughtful. that’s my eddie.

moving out of hawkins scared me, it still does go this day, and he knows. i know it took a toll on him too. leaving wayne behind. with bags in his hand, i pull him in for a kiss.

“i love you. you make everything so easy,” i say as i pull away “butterflies, like the first time i laid eyes on you.”

“i love you more. tell you what, sweetness” he moves his lips towards mine “let me load the car first then maybe you can get lucky in this crow-filled parking lot. very metal, by the way.” he kisses me again, this time biting my lower lip.

“perv!” i shout as i walk to the passenger side. i hear his boisterous laughter as i shut the door.

i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

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belovedvenom · 2 years

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May I please have Nancy Downs, Ginger Fitzgerald, Jennifer Check, Herbert West, and Sydney Prescott with a nb or fem s/o just being domestic. Thank you!!!

a/n: i completely forgot to add Jennifer but i will definitely make a separate post for her <3

—Ginger : The feeling of being watched took you out of the movie playing on t.v. Getting up to make sure your front door was locked, you turned around to the sight of your girlfriend covered from head to toe in blood and gore. “Hey”

“hey?... that's all you have to say?!” you stare dumbfounded before rushing over.

“Oh my god” checking her over for any cuts.

“don't throw a fit. it's not my blood, besides i heal fast anyway.”

Ignoring her, you continue to look her over. Once satisfied, you look at her, not liking the blood caked on her neck and matting her hair. “oh ginge”

“what” taken aback by the worry in your eyes. Why would you worry? it should be the other way around. you're human, she's a werewolf. Obviously she can take care of herself, it's you who needs protecting.

“I'll go start the shower” With that you leave her to her thoughts.

Making sure the water is warm enough, you begin to help Ginger out of her clothes —even though she doesn't need it.

Your delicate touch brings warmth to her body. Her face turning red.

You pull her into the bath.

It's quiet as you rinse her of all the blood. Washing her hair, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of you massaging her scalp. Gently scrubbing her skin, pressing a kiss to the areas no longer covered in blood.

When you're done you offer to give her some time alone to finish up but- “no”

you stare at her, head tilted to the side, a softness in your eyes as you wait for her to continue.

“don't go yet. just…hold me for a while.”

Smiling softly, you wrap your arms around her. Head rested on her shoulder as she rests hers on your head.

You stay in each other's arms until the water runs cold, even then, you stay there. Holding her close. Wrapped in each other's embrace, Ginger's body heat warming you both. “I'm always gonna worry about you, ya know. you might be a werewolf but that doesn't mean i won't do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you mutter against her skin “i'll always protect you. With that she hugs you tighter, one thought in her mind;

We should do this more often.

—Sidney :

You've always been more of a night owl. Sleeping all day, not active til night type of person.

Sidney was the exact opposites, but you know what they say; opposites attract.

So when it's 7pm and you suggest going grocery shopping, she looks at you like you've grown three heads but she's been in the house all day and decides why not, there are somethings she's running low on.

Not even changing clothes, the two of you put on your shoes and head to the nearest grocery store that's open 24/7.

She pushes , while you check things off the list. (you totally don't sneak things into the cart when she's not looking) She doesn't notice until checkout, giving you a look but ultimately not caring.

After getting the much needed foods and items, you stroll through the snack aisle.

“We should make s'mores” Staring at a large bag of marshmallows.

Sidney comes up behind you, arms circling your waist as her chin rests on your shoulder.

“I don't see why not” With a squeal you grab the bag before turning in her arms, pressing a kiss to her lips.

You should go night shopping more often.

—Nancy :

She woke up alone, the side of your bed cold. You had woken up earlier not wanting to disturb her sleep so you let her be. As she's rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she hears music coming from the hall.

Groggily, she follows the sound to the kitchen only to find you making breakfast, singing along to the song coming from your phone.

She can't help the smile that makes its way onto her face as she leans against the wall, crossing her arms —watching you.

“smells good” chuckling slightly as you turn around with a yelp.

“well good morning to you too” hand over your chest as you give her a playful glare.

Nancy comes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

“Wanted to surprise you, give you a little breakfast in bed” Her heart swells at that, face heating up.

“Mind getting the pancake mix in the cabinet over there?” You ask while finishing up the eggs. Silently she does as asked, not before taking a piece of egg and popping it into her mouth.

“Wanna help make the pancakes? You stir, i’ll pour?”

“Hell yeah”

Just like that, what started off cute and innocent turned messy, you accidentally got flour on Nancy’s shirt which led to her “accidentally” throwing some on your face.

By the end of it you were both covered in flour along with everything else, no pancakes, a giant mess to clean up.

“Whoops,” Nancy laughs to the point of tears.

“You're lucky I love you, now help me clean this up.”

“Fine, fine. But first” She pulls you into a kiss, hand on your cheek to keep you in place.

No cleaning got done.

—Herbert :

Getting Herbert to leave his makeshift basement lab for necessary things such as food and sleep is one thing and even that's a challenge but getting him to leave ?? to put up Christmas decorations??? You're trying to get him to leave his work... his research… just to decorate

You're better off asking Dan to be quite honest but luckily you have Herbert wrapped tightly around your finger (not that he’d ever admit or acknowledge that fact). So after enough— as he put it, “pestering”, he agreed. One second. You turned your back for one second when you heard grumbling from where Herbert stood. Looking towards him, you were met with the sight of your mad scientist boyfriend caught up in a bundle of not only red, silver, and green tinsel but also Christmas lights. How he managed to do this to himself you have no clue, but it was hilarious to witness. “Herb- honey, how-” You couldn't contain yourself and just bursted out laughing, a laugh that made your stomach hurt and tears fall from your eyes. He looked ridiculously adorable. Eyes wide in a way that resembled a cat when they get excited, lips in a pout, twitching ever so slightly in annoyance. “Yes, I'm so glad you find this amusing.” He stares at you unamused as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “If you're finished I could really use some assistance, this was your idea in the first place.” With a soft smile you walk towards him but not before grabbing something, keeping it hidden behind your back. “Awe im sorry Herbie” Ignoring the way he rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Let me help you, OH but what's this?” You hold your arm up above your heads, Herbert’s eyes look up to see Mistletoe. With a teasing smile you place a kiss on his cheek before beginning to untangle him. His ears burning red, he swallows thickly. “You missed” You look up, eyes locking with his as his cheeks begin to redden. He leans forward slightly with you meeting him halfway. A feeling of warmth spreads through him at your touch. You pull apart, a goofy smile on your lips; “let's get you out of this hmm.”

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Manipulative Part Four

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Part Three Here

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Haven still wasn't on speaking terms with Sidney.

The supervillain sent a lot of texts and had even resorted to long hand-written letters, but Haven wasn't having it. Of all the identity reveals they had been expecting, Supervillain hadn't even made the top ten. They, supposedly, had become semi-reclusive after taking the top criminal spot, so no one could really say what they looked like or what their power was. What a lie. They'd probably been outside all along, taking whatever form benefited them. Chances were no one had ever seen their true form...well, except Haven, if they chose to believe Sidney's words that is. And maybe they did.

They'd never thought themselves despicable enough to attract Supervillain's attention. That was one of the most uncomfortable thoughts. How long had it been going on? When had they been noticed? Haven didn't know what in this world he could trust if Sidney could have been anyone this whole time. They knew they needed only to reach out and ask, but they still didn't know if they could trust anything Sidney said, nor did they know if they could trust themself to get near them again. Even if a part of them wanted to fix things, they just couldn't get over the idea of being used a third time.

They left the house less and less these days, but it just so happened they were running low on food.

Haven looked up their street several times before leaving the house. Sidney hadn't staked out their house yet--as far as they knew--but they could never be too careful. They tried not to meet anyone's eyes the whole walk to the store, and once inside they kept their face ducked toward the shelves and displays.

They should buy some fruit. They'd been surviving off microwavable meals for too long. But which to choose?

"Villain?"

Haven looked up from the selection of bruised apples. Civilian stood in the aisle across from them. All the tension gathering inside just burst.

"For pity's sake, Sidney! I'm so sick of you!"

Civilian flinched back a step, expression turning as soft and bruised as some of this fruit. That was when Haven wondered.

"Wait. Civilian, is that really...? I'm so sorry, would you-- I know this sounds crazy, but could you tell me something? Something about us that no one else would know?"

Civilian still seemed uncertain but their brow furrowed in thought anyway. That's what Haven liked about Civilian. They trusted without reason.

"Um, well, one time, when you were still a hero, you ran into me in the park while you were on duty and we got cookie dough ice cream. When I got full, you finished mine for me and got yourself sick. I let you take a nap in my car until you felt well enough to finish your shift, and you were extra embarrassed. Does that count?"

"That's perfect." Haven lunged halfway over the fruit boxes and caught Civilian in a relieved hug. "I'm sorry, there's just this shapeshifting creep who won't leave me--" They sighed. "It's a long story."

Civilian laughed a little awkwardly, and carefully extricated themself from Haven's embrace. "One minute, let me come around."

They gathered their handbasket of oranges and bean dip and circled around the fruit boxes to stand in the same aisle as Haven. They blinked at each other helplessly.

"It's good to see you," they finally said.

"Yeah." Haven went silent again, swallowed, then repeated. "Yeah, I saw the wedding photos, congratulations."

Civilian blushed a little, subconsciously spinning the wedding band on their left ring finger. "Thank you. I-I would have invited you, but I wasn't exactly sure how to...get a hold of you. I also didn't really know where we stood after..."

After Haven betrayed the hero world and became a villain.

"Ah." Haven shuffled their feet. "It's a little late but sorry. For cutting you out. Quitting the hero work was a major change, and most of my friends became my enemies and it was just hard...to know. You know?"

"Yeah," Civilian said with a warm smile. "I understand."

They did. Haven knew they did. They felt a huge weight lift from their shoulders, but something still dragged on their heavily beating heart. Their stomach twisted, but they words sputtered out before they could think about them.

"Civilian. This probably isn't appropriate, and I'm not expecting anything from you, but I just need you to know... I liked you. So much."

They didn't realize how tightly they were gripping their basket until Civilian was patting their hand. "I liked you too."

"Y-you did?"

"Of course. You were, like, my dream."

Haven wanted to cry. If they had reached out, if they had said this earlier, if they had stuck to the hero work, maybe--

"I don't think we would've worked out though," Civilian added, sending Haven's supposings to a crashing halt.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Civilian smiled awkwardly, "spouse aside, I think we were more in love with the ideas of each other. I can't speak for you of course but back then, I idealized you way too much. Everything you did was the right choice. I think I would have followed you anywhere, even to my own downfall. I never judged you for...taking up villainy, and I still don't, but I know now that I don't agree with your way of doing things. If I'd thrown away everything for you back then...I might have come to resent you. And I think that would have been worse than losing you."

Haven nodded slowly, remembering the realization they'd had with Sidney a few weeks ago. It was a little sickening to think about due to their recent issues, but they voiced it anyway. "I've been thinking lately, and I was always partially pretending when we were together. I needed to be perfect. I didn't want you to think badly of me. I was happy to do it in the moment, but living a lie for life would have been a painful. Even so. I'm glad I had the chance to love you, even for a little while."

"Me too."

They hugged again, but this time Haven could do it without the desperation. It still hurt a little, but they could feel years of pining slipping away with their prickling tears.

Haven quickly backed up and wiped their eyes on the back of their hand. Then out of some impulse, maybe because they needed Civilian to know they were ok, maybe because it was always in the back of their mind, they said. "I met someone."

"You did?"

They sounded too happy for them for Haven to explain all the issues so they settled for the bare minimum.

"Yeah, I thought you were them actually."

"The shapeshifting creep?" Civilian said, obviously a little confused now.

"They're not really a creep. Well, they are, but not really in a bad way. Always. They're complicated. Like me." Haven had to laugh a little at that. "I'm a little mad at them right now, but...I think they get me."

"I wish you the best," Civilian said simply, probably deciding it was better to not try to understand. "I should get going, [spouse] and I have a dinner thing tonight, but I'm glad I ran into you. Oh, and reach out anytime, my phone number is still the same."

"Bye," Haven said, and when they were almost to the checkout area, "And thank you!"

Ouside the store, they pulled their phone from their pocket and finally dared to look at the long, long list of unread texts. They ranged from calculated to desperate and Haven didn't address any of them, instead, writing their own fresh message. "Be in the park in exactly 10 minutes. I want to talk."

Then they started down the street, grocery bag swinging lazily in their hand. It was only a three-minute walk from the store, so they seated themself down on a bench to wait.

A few minutes later they spotted Sidney running up the walkway, sweat glistening on their brow, head whipping around wildly. A mean part of Haven wanted to hide, one last bit of revenge before settling this--they and Sidney really were alike--but their softer side made them raise their arm over their head.

Sidney's yellow eyes lit up, but when they were only a few feet away they came to a halt. "I... Hey, doll." They immediately grimaced.

"Hey," Haven said.

"You wanted to talk? Anything you want to say, anything at all, I'm all ears. Or if you want to hit me or yell at me that's fine too. I will go through anything to--"

"Shut up," Haven said, surprising themself.

Sidney's mouth snapped shut.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.”

"What you did, all of it, that really sucked."

"I know."

“And if you ever do anything like that again, it’s over. Nothing in this world could make me forgive you.”

“I—“ Sidney stared at them, their usual suaveness even more in shambles as they registered what that statement must mean.

Haven continued slowly. “I hate how you went about it, but I really needed you. And you need me too…don’t you?”

They hated how it came out almost a plea, but maybe it didn’t matter because Sidney’s face bloomed relief

“Of course I need you,” they croaked. They reached out tentatively and after letting the supervillain’s arms ache a few seconds, Haven melted into their arms. They let them feel and understand every little complicated emotion they were feeling, the regret, the anger, the fear, the longing.

I love you, Haven thought purposefully.

Sidney jolted in surprise, pulling back a bit, yellow eyes glinting intensely. A sly smile gradually creeped up their jaw.

“What’s that? You want me to kiss you?”

Haven rolled their eyes. “That’s not what I—“

“You’re totally thinking about kissing.”

“I’m thinking about kissing because you said ‘kissing!’ You’re not so great that I—”

Sidney cut them off with a long, deep kiss.

Haven grinned against their mouth. “You’re such a manipulative jerk.”

…

Sowwy, got a little lazy at the end 😋, but I really wanted to finish this today

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im-whatchamccallit · 3 years

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Fixed On//ATEEZ (OT8)

Pairing: ATeez (OT8) x Fem!Reader (Non-romantic)

Genre: Slight angst, psychological if you’re paranoid enough, majority fluff

Warnings: Mentions of stalking

Word count: 3.4k

You told yourself it was the lack of sleep from the three days you spent studying for your finals catching up to you, that the shadows you saw in your peripheral and the faint footsteps you heard behind you as you drowsily ran errands were simply hallucinations. You told yourself it was all in your head, but how could you believe that now that you were aware of him?

You had simply gone out to grab groceries, just a seven minute walk from your apartment that wouldn’t take any more energy from your already exhausted body, just craving a home cooked meal before crashing for the next two days. But you could practically hear his breathing as he circled around you in the produce section, feel his eyes staring at the back of your head while you selected a pack of beef and, now, you could see him clear as day as you trailed down the empty streets. You were tempted to stay in the grocery store to stall him, praying he got bored and left, but you made the mistake of going at 9:30 at night, the cashiers urging you to go as they closed at 10. Not a problem, you could just head home, right? But you couldn’t, the looming fear he’d find out where you lived making you whimper in distress. To add insult to injury, you left your cell phone at home because you didn’t think your trip would take so long and most stores were closed now, the street lights and your two bodies the only signs of life in the silent night.

You’d been walking for almost twenty minutes now, passing by your apartment reluctantly with aching feet and a spinning head, your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried to push on in case he caught up to you and hoping your $15 beef hadn’t gone bad by now. You need a miracle, something to ease your anxiety and get you home and away from the unidentified man. And, in the midst of your unfortunate predicament, you saw it: a 7-Eleven.

Your body picked up speed as you rushed inside, the place bright and lively despite only you and the cashier being present and the radio playing softly in the background, the tightness in your chest disappearing with each passing second. You gasped softly at the sound of the door’s chime, your head darting to see the hooded figure from before stepping inside and making an abrupt turn to the candy aisle. What now?

You tried to stay natural, moving to the fridge to pick out a soda that you didn’t want, glancing over to see the man adjacent to you mindlessly picking up bags of chips only to put them down once again, looking in your direction every so often to make sure you haven’t moved. And you did, floating about the store with no destination and him still on your tail, the teenager behind the register not caring as the both of you played a game of hide and seek that left your safety up to fate.

It seemed like you were hopeless but, for some reason, you were starting to get luckier as the night progressed, the door chiming and the boisterous chatter of men filling the fairly spacious convenience store.

“Get anything you want, we’re charging it to Hwa’s card.”

“Like hell you are! Pay for yourselves!”

Laughter followed the bickering of two of the guys echoed off the walls before they spread out, some going in pairs to different sections and some on their own, but the one standing alone in front of a rack of limited edition snacks just so happened to catch your gaze first. He was tall, wearing a coat that looked cute on him but made his upper body appear to be broad and muscular underneath, his face blank and firm as if he’s never smiled a day in his life. He was scary, and perfect.

Yunho’s lips were threatening to form a pout as he struggled to choose. Would he rather have a snack form Japan or Indonesia tonight? Both looked so good but he couldn’t bring himself to choose.

“I’ll get both.” He said under his breath before grabbing both bags, gasping loudly as a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Oppa, I thought you had work tonight!” You squealed in a faux happy voice, smiling brightly up at the wide and horrified gaze the man gave you.

“W-what?”

“Some guy’s been following me for a while now. Please, just pretend you know me.” You said in a hushed tone, smile faltering as you glanced over to the fridge you once occupied, the eyes you had feared all night staring directly at you, a soft whine leaving you as you peered back at the strange man you latched yourself to, praying he saved you in any way he could.

You gasped as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you until your head was flush against his chest, his once stoic face now adorned with a content smile.

“I texted you that I was free but you didn’t respond! I really wanted to see you tonight.” He said in a cute yet teasing tone, your head thrown back to see him smiling down at you, giving a subtle but clear wink to let you know he was on your side, your eyes stinging as you tried not to cry in the unknown male’s arms.

“How about we go grabs some snacks and head back to my apartment? I’ll pay.” He said with a gentle smile, your head nodding reluctantly.

You both made your way to the back of the store where his friends continued to joke and bicker, Yunho’s arm not leaving you for a second although his smile was gone now, eyes still puppy like yet hard.

Considering he was a fairly large guy, it was easy for the others to catch on to his presence but, upon turning to face their groupmate, they found themselves more focused on your meek appearance hiding safely under his arm. You could feel your face burning in both embarrassment and unease at the way they eyed you and the man.

“Who is this?” One asked, his hair a beautiful royal blue and eyes just as sweet as your large bodied savior’s, the way our eyes immediately diverted from his causing a few to laugh but the way you gasped in horror as your eyes locked with your almost hour long stalker, body trembling as you opted to look at the ground. You just wanted to go home.

“This is…. Princess! My girlfriend!” Yunho said, suddenly realizing neither of you knew each other’s names.

“If he’s holding you hostage, blink twice.” Another spoke, his eyes cat-like and face sculpted to reveal his dimples as he smiled playfully at you.

“Why’s it so hard to believe I can get a girlfriend? Bunny, go pick out something to eat. We’ll wait for you so we can pay.” Yunho said affectionately, giving a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder at the way your eyes widened in fear at him, his head nodding you onward as he silently told you he had a plan, eyes never leaving you as you cautiously moved to the glass casing filled with pastries.

“Seriously, Yunho, who is she?” Seonghwa asked, voice low as the other watched you closely. You were holding two plastic grocery bags filled with vegetables and meat, you were probably a university student based on your lazy but comfortable choice of clothing. Nothing about you seemed alarming, but your sudden introduction as Yunho’s girlfriend was enough to make them suspicious.

“Look at the guy in the hoodie. She said he followed her here.” He said in a hushed voice, the unknown man creepily moving close by you before closing in on a sealed pack of donuts but giving you a once-over now that he was close enough to get a better look at you.

You felt your jaw clench as to not cry out for help and set him off. He was only a few feet away from you now, able to grab and harm you just by extending his arm if you dared to alert anyone. That wasn’t a risk you wanted to take.

“Did he follow her car or something? Why would she stop here?” Wooyoung asked.

“Obviously she didn’t drive. She would’ve left her bags in her car if she did.” Yeosang responded, a few of their eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Wait, but the only grocery store nearby is almost ten minutes away.” Jongho chimed in.

“By car. If she walked, that would be almost 25 minutes.” Mingi concluded, their bodies running cold at the realization, taking in the severity of your situation.

You tried to seem casual, to make sure he was unaware of the sudden initiation of eight strangers planning to get you away from him as quickly as possible but, in the midst of your overthinking, you managed to wander off to the back of the store, eyes locked on the stands full of ramen in both impatient anxiousness and genuine wonder. There’s no doubt the beef you bought was no good at this point, and that constant walking you’d done really built up your appetite. You couldn’t let the boys pay for you, especially after offering their protection to keep you safe. But, you had your wallet on you, and you had to get in line with them anyways so they can pay for their snacks, so why not grab dinner for yourself while you were at it?

You mindlessly searched for the one you usually ate, even wondering if you should grab two in case you were hungry later while shifting to hold both bags of food in one hand, almost missing the set of eyes on you. Almost.

It felt like before when you were in the grocery store, body freezing as you listened closely but this time aware of the threating presence, only unaware of how close he was now. You slowly let your body rise, not wanting to let your guard down as you finally heard footsteps, the faint chatter of the boys snapping you from your daze as you tried to hurry back to them, yelping as you crashed into a warm body before you.

You held your breath, peering up cautiously before seeing a familiar and bright smile, his jaw slim but chiseled. He was the stranger’s friends, and he was cute. If you weren’t so worried about getting the hell back home safely, maybe you could’ve gotten a better look at each one to see if they were all this stunning.

“Uhm, P-Princess,” Seonghwa cringed at the pseudonym, not sure why Yunho couldn’t just ask for your actual name to begin with.

“We’re getting ready to pay. You got everything you need?”

You glanced at the bowl of instant ramen before nodding, Seonghwa eagerly taking it from your hands to leave it unoccupied, but that didn’t last long as he grasped it to guide you beside him, your sides practically touching. It was a bit confusing, it made you worried that your act would be found out by the mysterious guy following you. But Seonghwa was no idiot, his observation skills heightened since he was brought into your escape plan, trying hard to not send a glare to the creep standing in the place you were moments ago. If he hadn’t noticed him moving closer, who knows what would’ve happened to you.

“Hey, ready?” Yunho asked you softly, your head nodding once more as they began to hand their items to the still disinterested boy behind the register, your eyes examining their mannerisms.

You were a little wary about blindly asking for their help but, from the way they immediately took on the task to protect you by staying at your side, and even now as the short but equally as model-like blue-haired guy complained that he thought they were using ‘Seonghwa’s’ card, only to be met with teasing ‘Thank you, mom’ chants from the remainder which left him looking a bit disgruntled, you knew they were nothing to fear.

You moved forward as they trailed on to the side, setting down your ramen as Yunho kept his place next to you, moving to pull out his wallet but you immediately snatched your hand from Seonghwa’s wanting to give a quick apology but needing to pay before he had the chance to.

“Don’t worry, I can-“

‘It’s only a dollar, Princess, it’s fine.” Yunho said while handing cash to the man, a faint warmth creeping to your cheeks at how casually he used that newly established nickname.

You thanked the man as you grabbed onto yet another bag for the night, all of you eagerly leaving the store and into the parking lot, the suffocating atmosphere now dissipating into relief as you took in a breath of fresh air. That man didn’t follow you out, the ambience felt so light and fun with the group of men joking ahead of you as they walked to a van with a very bold ‘ATEEZ’ on the side, your jaw nearly hitting the ground.

You’ve heard of their group, their music everywhere yet never had the time or desire to actually look them up, which would explain why you didn’t recognize them immediately. Although, the cat-eyed one went viral not too long ago for his charismatic dancing and now, watching him and a tanned guy with a mole beneath his eye he pointed and referred to as ‘Woo’ laugh at something said by the blue haired man while the tall one, one that resembled a prince and fairy all in one, and one that looked scary until he showed a smile so sweet it managed to make him look more youthful, you realized they were all hot. And suddenly the intimidation you thought you were free from came rushing back to you.

“Hey,” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, a yelp leaving you as you faced the first one you met, his smile falling a bit but recovering just as fast.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just need to know your address so we can take you home.” He held up his cellphone and a navigation system, your eyes wide as you looked between him and the bright phone screen. They could’ve honestly left you there once that man stopped pursuing you, yet they were still looking after you.

“Or I could call you a cab. We know you probably don’t want to be around a ton of strangers right now.”

“N-no! Thank you, so much, I’m just really thankful I found you guys.”

“Hey, it only cost us a dollar to help you, and I don’t think any of us would feel right just leaving you to protect yourself from that guy.” Yunho said gently.

His tone and eyes were telling you he was being sincere, not that you needed any more convincing to trust him or his friends. Not to mention he was right about you needing a ride home, reality kicking in that you still didn’t have your phone on you and, if your groceries weren’t completely wasted by now, you still had some time to save them.

With a small smile you took his phone from his hands, typing in your address and passing it back to him, your body turning to match his as you head towards the van, the faint sounds of the boys arguing over who would drive and all agreeing that none of them wanted to, leading to an intense game of rock-paper-scissors that Yunho gladly stayed out of, a small giggle threatening to erupt from your lips.

“By the way, you guys don’t feel like strangers. Especially with your group’s name plastered on the side of your car.” You joked, a simple ‘Ah’ leaving him as you stared at you with a smirk, almost a silent way to say he’s discovered your dirty secret.

“You know, at first I thought you were a fan or something and that’s why you came up to me. I didn’t think I’d be right.”

“Uh, actually, I don’t know anything about you guys. I didn’t know you were ‘ATEEZ’ until I saw, well, that.” You gestured back to the vehicle where the boys began to disperse and enter the car, but the loud and bitter comments of them not wanting ‘Mingi’ to drive filling the air followed by an authoritative ‘Do you wanna do it?!’ from the blue-head. Were they aware of how unintentionally funny they were?

“Well, in that case, I’m Yunho.” He smiled, a genuine one that made you breathe out in contentment.

“I’m (Y/n).”

Your introduction was brief, followed by a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, lingering in the air as you both made it to the van, easing your way inside and finding a seat next to the blue-head and prince-faced boy, giving a small nod and smile that he shyly returned, the three boys behind you too preoccupied in their phones to acknowledge you and, suddenly, the silence gone as Yunho spoke up from his awkward position of setting up his phone to the dashboard, the faint voice of the navigation arising in the background.

“You should introduce yourselves to (Y/n)!”

“Her name’s (Y/n)?” The one in the driver’s seat asked as he started the engine, peering to you from the rear view mirror with bright eyes before putting the car into drive.

“My name is Mingi.”

“I’m Seonghwa.” The guy from the passenger seat said to you as he turned to wave.

“I’m Choi San.” Cat eyes said from behind you, giving a dimpled smile that you easily returned.

“I am Jongho, and this is Wooyoung.”

“Hey! I can introduce myself!” You jumped slightly at the boom of ‘Wooyoung’s’ voice, giving a bewildered look at how fast he went back to his calm and charismatic self.

“I’m Wooyoung.” He reached his hand out to you, which you slowly took as you tried to calm down the giggles bubbling inside of you.

“Yeosang.” The one beside you said meekly, not giving you eye contact as he scrolled through his social media.

“And my name’s Hongjoong!” The blue-haired guy said, giving an enthusiastic wave that was slowly swallowed by the oversized sweater he wore, your breath caught in your throat from how cute he was.

“It’s nice to meet you all and, thank you, so much, for helping me tonight.”

“It’s no problem, we just wanted to make sure you stayed safe.” Mingi stated. You would’ve thought his deep voice would be drowned out by the van’s engine but you heard him perfectly.

“But what made you think we weren’t the creeps? You’re probably in a car full of murders and you don’t even know it-“

“Shut the hell up, Wooyoung, you’re scaring her!” Seonghwa yelled from the front, a hand landing on top of your head to give a small ruffle, your eyes following it to Hongjoong who peered past Yeosang’s head to see you.

“Don’t worry, we’re all good guys.”

“He’s lying! He yells at us all the time!” Jongho whined with a pout, slowly letting it grow into a smirk as Hongjoong glared at him playfully.

“Because none of you listen!” Hongjoong snapped back, an amused laugh from San echoing through the vehicle.

“Oh no, dad’s mad.”

“I’m stuck with ungrateful kids, of course I’m mad!” You couldn’t help but laugh, their bickering growing by the second as the car ride progressed.

It was funny how quickly they forgot there was a stranger riding with them, having conversations that you couldn’t understand about an idol life that you had no part in, Yunho attempting to remind them of your presence to make you feel included, eventually leading you to discuss university life that they couldn’t quite understand and, as mundane as it seemed, was still a bit entertaining.

You could see the familiar street light with a poster for part-time employment at the nearby seafood shop taped to it, signaling you were approaching your apartment a lot sooner than you expected and, as relieved as you were to finally be home and to relax from the horrifying encounter you had, you didn’t want to leave.

These boys, as loud and strange as they were, were peaceful to be around and a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You weren’t really aware of ATEEZ, who they were or the music the produced, but you knew they were good people, and maybe this night was enough to keep your mind fixed on them.

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storiesbymads · 4 years

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EVERYWHERE ( jj maybank . )

gif by @rudypankows

JJ can’t stand being away from his girlfriend and he’s finally figured out why.

warnings: none this is just JJ being baby

wc: 1.1k

JJ had been pressed right up against your side the entire day. It started with him practically begging you to stay in bed with him-- which, of course, you were unable to do for very long-- followed by him sitting on the toilet and holding your hand while you brushed your teeth. He had even koalaed himself around you while you fixed breakfast.

“J, I gotta run some errands. I’ll be back in like an hour,” you said, trying to untangle the boy from you so that you could get off of John B’s pull out. JJ just grunted out something incomprehensibly before shoving his face deeper into your lap and locking his arms around your waist.

“Bubs, I gotta. I told my mom I would do them yesterday and I didn’t so…” you said as you ran your fingers through his blond hair. He groaned again before slowly sliding off of you to allow you to stand. Sometimes you were astounded that the boy was 16 years old.

You grabbed your keys off of the coffee table that had been pushed to the side to accommodate the full size of the pull out and slipped on your slides before heading towards the front door of the chateau.

“Wait!” you heard JJ shout from behind you accompanied by a series of small thuds and some rusting as he attempted to put his boots on as fast as humanly possible. You let out a soft giggle as he tripped over the coffee table on his way over to you, still trying to slip one of his boots on. “I’m coming with you.”

“You hate grocery shopping. Actually you hate running errands all together” You raised an eyebrow at the boy-- who had finally managed to pull both boots on and was now slipping his muscle tank over his head. He nodded and mumbled an “uh huh” before interlacing his fingers with yours and leading you out the door to your car.

It was a short car ride to the local store but JJ’s hand didn’t leave yours for a second. He even pressed a few kisses to the backs of your knuckles. Something’s happening with him but you just couldn’t pinpoint what.

“C’mon baby. We better make a start unless you want to be here after sunset,” you said as you shut off the car engine. He was quick to kiss the back of your hand one last time before allowing you to get out. You watched him jog around the front of the car to join you, re-lacing his fingers with yours the second he made it to you.

“Are you okay?” you asked. He was never this affectionate and it was starting to freak you out a little bit.

“I’m doing great. Just happy to be with you.” He punctuated the sentence with a chaste kiss on your cheek. You left JJ for a minute-- much to his disappointment-- to grab a shopping cart before pulling out the makeshift grocery list you’d made on a sticky note the day before.

“Alright. Can you go grab the milk while I go get…” you squinted as you tried to decipher the scribbles. “The red beans and rice mix?”

JJ’s bottom lip stuck out slightly as he said, “Why can’t I just stay with you?”

“Because if we split up we can get this done faster and head to my place.” You pecked his lips once. Then again for good measure.

“Fine,” he groaned and you giggled as you watched your toddler of a boyfriend stomp to the back of the small grocery store to grab the milk. You continued on with your grocery shopping, finding the red beans and rice mix as well as a few other things on the list, until you felt your phone buzz in the back pocket of your shorts.

Baby

Where are you? :(

My angel

Aisle 3 bubs

You pocketed the phone before continuing down the aisle and looking at the various cereals and breakfast bars. A few seconds later you saw JJ jogging down the aisle with a half-gallon of milk.

“What took you so long?” you asked as he placed it into the somewhat empty cart. He noticed the box of frosted flakes you had picked up and felt his smile grow slightly. No one in your family liked frosted flakes. Just him.

“Well first of all, you didn’t tell me which kind of milk you wanted so I just had to try and guess which one I remembered seeing in your fridge. And second, I couldn’t find you after I got it,” he said as he waved his phone in the air, gesturing to the text he’d sent.

“Well, you did perfect. I just need to get some cokes and then we can go,” you said with a smile.

About 45 minutes later, you had arrived at your house and were --attempting-- to put away all the groceries. JJ had given up the second you walked through the door and had taken to wrapping every available appendage around you for the second time today, making it very difficult for you to try and maneuver around your kitchen.

“JJ,” you chuckled as he started tapping on your belly with his fingers. It was already taking you twice as long to do anything without the added distraction.

“What?” he asked, although it was muffled by your hair.

“If you just give me ten minutes to put everything away I swear I will sit and cuddle with you for the rest of the night,” you sighed as JJ unwound himself from you. “Please and thank you.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he said.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said after two or three minutes, though you knew it would’ve taken you ten if you let your boyfriend stay.

“Finally, God,” he groaned. You saw him sprawled out on the couch making grabby hands at you as you entered the living room. You smiled at him before laying down and allowing him to pull you into his chest with a content sigh. “All I wanted today.”

“You wanted to be with me?” you asked as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I want to be with you everywhere,” he admitted as he began tracing small circles onto your shoulders. You felt him tense up slightly as his breathing picked up.

“What’s wrong?” you asked and attempted to sit up only to have him pull you even closer to his chest.

“I’m in love with you,” he said. Your heart started beating erratically as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. “And I think I just realized it but I guess I should’ve seen it sooner since Pope has been ragging me about it recently.”

“I’m in love with you too, J,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” he said again.

This is the fourth installment of my song series. You can find the rest as well as any of my other works on my masterlist!

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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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solomonish · 3 years

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How To Keep Your Demon Entertained At A Walmart

Congratulations! You've earned yourself a few demon date days up in the human world! But what's this? You have errands to run? Well, we all know these demons can't function without you for more than five minutes....but an entity that's thousands of years old gets a little bored and restless in the hyper-market wasteland of a Walmart...

Nowdateables: coming soon!

Lucifer

if you don't want him getting passive-aggressive about how you should've done this before he got here (yeesh Lucifer some of us have jobs or responsibilities that we can't shove onto our siblings for a day to see our precious mc) then you better be ready to make conversation

definitely not the type to allow you to even think about sending him off so you can get stuff done. he's not even that bothersome, so he'll get offended if you even think about it, but also wouldn't you rather keep him around to reach the top shelves?

basically if you don’t want to keep Lucifer entertained, you have to be the one he needs to keep entertained

do that thing where you roll around on the cart like a skateboard and he’ll be trying to put a stop to it immediately

put random things in your cart that he knows you don’t need and let him take it out and put it back where it belongs

stare him in the eyes as you put that party size brownie mix in your cart then speed walk away. he will come up from an aisle in front of you and silently pluck the box out and take it back. he will come back to see seven boxes of corn dogs and momentarily considers breaking up with you

does not need a treat as a bribe, but will definitely forgive your antics if you bought something from the bakery to snack on as you go home (especially if you did it without him noticing, considering the eagle eye he’s had to have on your cart the whole time)

just don’t have the nerve to complain about the crumbs in your car after that

Mammon

I would say to ask him to scan the area looking for dropped coins on the floor but he'd probably knock down shelves trying to look beneath them so....maybe don't?

also please keep an eye on him or he WILL be shoplifting. human jail is (probably?) a step up from demon jail but like. let's aim for no jail, ok mammon?

instead, give him a pre-portioned off list and tell him it's like a scavenger hunt. he'll scamper off to explore the walmart and his duty to keeping you happy has like a 70% chance of preventing him from stealing anything too important

make sure the stuff you put on the list is kind of hard to find but not too hard. you wanna keep him occupied without risking him freaking out because he can't find this super specific spice you want

either that or only make a really vague list like. tell him you need bread and he'll stand in the bread aisle trying to remember if you like white bread or whole wheat bread until you come to retrieve him

bring money for a treat. if it's near st patrick's day go in the seasonal aisle and hope they have chocolate gold coins

he's not too hard to deal with, but figuring out what's sneaky enough to put on the list is a chore of its own so going by yourself is less work anyway

Leviathan

taking him to walmart was your final fatal mistake

seriously? he has to go in? you could have just left him in the car!!

you take him intending to have him pick out some normie snacks (since you don't have any limited edition whatever-the-fucks in your house right now) but he looks so uncomfortable you make a detour towards the games

just leave him to play on the trial device and go pick out a few things for him to choose from when you circle back to him

arguable the least stressful trip for you until you have to wade through the pool of kids surrounding him and watching him play when it's time to pay and leave

you won't have to buy him anything but you will have to wait for him to finish the level he's on before he lets you drag him away. and he'll probably complain a little bit in the car about how terrible it was to go in in the first place, which a treat would help minimize.

so i guess just pick your battles with this one?

Satan

satan is a refined individual with startling amounts of self control. he does not need pointed in the direction of the books. he can entertain himself on a grocery run.

point him in the direction of the books anyway

their selection is always small (because it’s a walmart not a bookstore) and half of it is children’s anyway so he’ll probably wander off real quick

satan doesn’t need to be entertained, no, he’s past that. he needs to be kept on a leash

you have no way of knowing where he’ll end up. sometimes he’ll be somewhere that makes sense like in the stationary but sometimes you’ll find him staring at the paint samples like it’s a masterpiece in a museum or over by the fishing hooks reading up about local fish populations and how to get a fishing license and you’re just like “???? i’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes???? don’t give me facts about salmon???”

will ask you why you need to buy tires in the same place you get your food. isn’t that suspicious? what do they specialize in?

answer him only with the word “bargains” and he’ll stop asking once he understands or gets annoyed

you don’t need to buy him a treat unless he finds a book he wants. then come on mc, you dragged him out here and you’re NOT gonna let him get this one thing??

Asmodeus

he's fine with making an errand run with you actually!

he's up on the human world for you baby, just make sure to hold his hand so he feels appreciated

asmo is far too entertained with the concept of a walmart for his own good. don't go with him if you want it to be a quick trip because he'll want to go around the whole store

thinks at first that it's kind of nifty that humans just dump all the things they need in one store but is quickly turned off from the novelty when he realizes how short the distance is between the clothes and the nearest package of raw chicken

even if the selection is small, he will want to spend time in the makeup department. probably goes on rants about how he can’t imagine this quality of product is good for your skin

will still buy nail polish though if you let him

overall? not terrible to have around, but make sure you don’t have anywhere to be in the next hour when you take him

Beelzebub

pack a gallon bag of cheerios like he's a toddler and get ready to fucking book it in and out of there

you know how you should never go grocery shopping when you’re hungry? what were you thinking bringing Beel around??

another brother who’s good for reaching tall shelves if you need it

Beel also has this talent where he can just list off the ingredients you need if you happen to forget your list

if you want, you can distract him momentarily by just throwing out random dishes and he’ll get the ingredients right every time (even though they’re human dishes!!) but you’ll end up giving him like five different cravings by the time you leave

only take him if you want to speedrun grocery shopping, because he will start eating food you haven’t paid for if you take too long

bring extra money for that too, just in case he gets caught :(

Belphegor

bringing belphie to walmart isn't a matter of keeping him entertained moreso than keeping him awake

which you will inevitably fail to do

so even if you only need like three things, get him a cart and let him fall into the basket

he’ll try to stay awake (and he’ll give very self-satisfied grins to the people who stare at him ((and especially the ones who say “wow i wanna do that”))) but he can only fight off his sin for so long

stop by the blankets so he can stuff a few soft things in (bc he’s gotta be uncomfortable cramped in the little basket) and he’ll make himself a tiny nest

the good news is you can put anything on top of him and he won’t complain. just don’t drop any gallons of milk on him or anything that’ll wake him up

go to a self check-out so the employees don’t yell at you

after you put your groceries in your car, just dump his ass on the pavement. he’ll forgive you if you bought him the blankets.

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Office Visit

pairing || Marcus Pike x fem!Reader

warnings || Pregnant reader, allusions to sex

word count || 1,272

a/n || Another installment of Marcus loving on his pregnant fiancé because I can’t get enough. I’m sorry it has taken so long! Between work and the new semester starting up, I’ve been trying to rebalance my time. I hope you enjoy!

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26 weeks, 2 days

It wasn’t unusual for you to show up at Marcus’s office. Whether you were having lunch with him or showing up just before the day’s end to drive home with him, the sight of you making your way through the bullpen to his office was a common one. It had become something Marcus’s team expected at least a few times a week and even though they sometimes ribbed him about it, they were happy for him. Marcus had been a wreck when he first arrived in D.C, so seeing him so happy was a delight for everyone.

The further along you progressed in your pregnancy, the more you just… needed Marcus. You couldn’t help the insistent urge to have him close by, and Marcus absolutely loved it. Every time you showed up at his office, or pressed yourself closer to him in bed, or tucked yourself into his side as the two of you meandered through the aisles of the grocery store, it sparked something fierce and deep inside him. Marcus loved how you longed for him in the simplest, sweetest of ways - his hand in yours, his arm draped over your shoulders, his body curled around yours in bed - so anytime he saw you, the happiest grin spread across his face.

Various agents greeted you as you walked through the halls, their eyes immediately falling to your belly, made more obvious by the sundress you wore. The warmth of July had settled over Virginia and that was usually enough to have you shying away from jeans, but the added discomfort of squeezing into them with your rapidly changing body had you forgoing them completely.

You hadn’t expected the bullpen to be empty when you pushed through the doors. It was barely past three and the place was practically empty except for Marcus, light spilling from the cracked door to his office. You knocked lightly as you pushed it open and you were met with a dazzling smile.

“Caffeine delivery!” You chirped happily as you rounded his desk. Marcus accepted the latte in your hands gratefully and stole a sip before setting it down to pull you close and give you a soft, coffee-flavored kiss.

“You are a goddess, you know that?” Marcus said as he took in the sight you made in your little dress and those heels that he knew were becoming more trouble than they were worth. Normally, his hands would go right for your waist to pull you close, but lately one would travel to rub slow circles into your stomach. It was damn near impossible for him to keep his hands to himself, but who could blame him? You were beyond beautiful, absolutely glowing as cheesy as that was.

“Hmm, yeah. I’ve been told that once or twice.” You teased and gave him one last quick kiss before hopping up onto the corner of his desk. Marcus didn’t even hesitate to stand between your thighs, a happy sigh leaving him when his belly pressed to yours. It filled you with a steady, warm kind of happiness, a contentment you didn’t know existed until those moments. “Almost done with your paperwork?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said after a long couple of gulps from his latte. Oh so reluctantly, he plopped back into his cushioned chair and rolled himself close to his desk, his forearm pressed against the side of your thigh as he picked up his pen and continued writing. “I’ll probably be done within the hour if you want to wait for me.”

“Of course I’ll wait for you, honey.” You carded your hand through his hair to fix his mused curls, listening intently as he told you all about his day and the finally settled case he and the team had been working on for months, his pen flying along the paper with practiced ease. Marcus was tired, happy and proud, but so damn tired. “I’m so proud of you, Marcus.”

“Yeah?” He whispered and looked up at you with that look, the one that made your butterflies flutter through your belly, the one that was so full of love and appreciation that you were hit with the reminder of just how lucky you were. You just nodded and returned the happy grin he gave you. “I love you.”

Oh.

No, those weren't butterflies, though the feeling was so similar. It was your baby, rolling about suddenly at the sound of their daddy’s voice so close by. Your hand flew to the spot they had just nudged, your face pinched slightly, still unaccustomed to the strange feeling.

The small surprised sound you made drew Marcus’s attention but before his worry could make him ask if you were okay, you lifted his hand to press against your belly. It took a moment to find the right spot, that confused look still on his face until he felt it. A tiny nudge, right at the middle of his palm.

Marcus looked up at you in awe, his mouth slacked as he gasped. He couldn’t lie - he had been sort of jealous when you first felt the little one moving a few weeks ago, watching you rub at your belly with tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He whispered as he jumped up from his chair to stand between your thighs with both hands on your stomach. “Oh my god!”

A disbelieving laugh fell from his lips, his hands trailing along to try to follow the flurry of movement. You tried to blink back the tears that blurred your vision. Blame it on the hormones, blame it on Marcus being the most precious person on the planet, but it never failed to choke you up. The eager way Marcus leapt into his new role, rose to meet the expectation and responsibility with excitement. With so many changes in such a short time, it was easy to be swept up by the worry of the unknown, but if there was one thing you were absolutely certain about, it was this:

Marcus Pike was going to make one amazing father.

You guided his hand to follow the baby’s movements; they would settle down soon and you wanted Marcus to feel every second of it. He leaned down and kissed your belly, murmuring to his child in a soft, quiet voice that melted your heart. The second the fluttering calmed down, Marcus cradled your face and kissed you, deep and full of appreciation and passion and love. It was so easy to lose yourself in him, in the firm way he held you close by the back of your neck, in the quiet groans he gave in response to your tongue gliding against his bottom lip.

A long sigh came from Marcus as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“Yeah? We can grab some takeout on the way, watch some tv in bed? Maybe I can give you a little reward for all your hard work…” You trailed your fingers up and down his bicep lightly, relishing in the way Marcus captured his bottom lip between his teeth at your suggestion, an excited glint in his eyes.

“What would I do without you?” Marcus’s voice was reverent.

“You’ll never have to find out.”

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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yarn rants with dandelion

3.5k of Geralt poorly hiding the fact that he knits from his family and, in general, being an idiot, read here on AO3

Geralt slams his laptop shut as his apartment door swings open, causing Eskel to quirk an eyebrow. “Whatcha doin’?” he asks.

“Nothing,” Geralt says in a rush.

“Uh huh.” Eskel raises his hands. “Can’t be any weirder than the porn Lambert watches.”

Geralt grunts, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

Eskel glances at his watch. “I figured you might want help before the game.”

“I’m ordering pizza,” Geralt says. “Actually, do you want to do it? I have cleaning I still need to do before everyone else gets here.”

Eskel’s eyebrows climb higher on his forehead, and Geralt starts to sweat as he sees Eskel's skepticism. Geralt always makes a spread on game day, telling everyone he’s not going to wait two hours for delivery while they’ll be so busy.

“Um. Okay.” Eskel stares at him for a beat before finally pulling out his phone. “What am I ordering?”

Geralt shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

He goes to his room, shutting the door behind him and hearing Eskel’s voice as he talks to the pizza place. Geralt looks to his bed, where a half finished baby blanket is laid out, before hastily gathering it and its attached ball of yarn up and stuffing them in a basket, piled high with various colors and weights. He throws some dirty clothes from his floor on top for good measure before reemerging from his bedroom, Eskel looking at him suspiciously from his spot on the couch.

“Sure you don’t need help with anything?” Eskel asks.

“No, I’m, uh, I’m good.” Geralt goes to the fridge and pulls out two beers, passing one to Eskel and keeping one for himself.

Thankfully, Eskel doesn’t say anything about his odd behavior, just watches the pregame show with him without comment until Letho arrives, followed shortly after by Lambert and Aiden. Geralt’s relieved, because then Eskel’s attention goes to their ridiculous dancing around each other instead of scrutinizing Geralt.

After everyone has left for the night, Geralt pulls his laptop back out, settling it on the coffee table in front of him and goes to get his blanket. He spreads it across his lap as he clicks play, the sound of a cheerful voice filling his living room.

“Hey, guys! It’s Dandelion, back with my latest yarn haul! I’ve got some awesome ones, and ones you should avoid at all costs, so watch and see which is which!”

Geralt lets himself stare for a second before he jerks himself out of the trance and looks back down while his needles click together as he starts to knit.

Geralt lets the feeling of the yarn between his fingers soothe him. That’s why he watches these yarn reviews, after all. He hates going to the store for yarn, but he hates wasting his money on yarn that’s scratchy and uncomfortable against his skin even more.

Needless to say, he’s grateful to Dandelion for doing all the prep work for him, and he may or may not have developed a crush on the man. Who watches these videos and hasn’t? Geralt reasons.

Dandelion has an infectious enthusiasm, and Geralt can’t help the soft smile from spreading across his face as he listens.

Geralt keeps knitting until his skein is almost out. When he has less of a ball and more of a tangle left, he casts his eyes around for the next one before looking despairingly back at his blanket when he doesn’t find it.

Fuck.

He knew he should have ordered extra; he always does this to himself, but somehow he never learns. He groans as he pulls his computer onto his lap and opens up the website he orders his yarn from. He goes into his history and clicks on the link to his blanket yarn. It’s teal, velvety, and Geralt can’t stop running his fingers over it. When the page finally loads, out of stock blinks back at him.

Double fuck.

He’s never made a blanket before, and he’s drastically underestimated how much it would take. He’s going to need at least three more skeins. Yen’s baby shower is in a month and a half, and there’s no telling when the yarn is going to come back in stock. What if they discontinued it?

There’s nothing for it; he’s going to have to go into the store. He looks at the clock. First thing tomorrow, he decides, before it gets busy. He’ll go right when they open, before the store gets noisy and filled with women who always try to draw him into conversation for some reason.

Geralt huffs at the thought.

Geralt tugs his scarf a little tighter against his neck before he gets out of the car and heads into the store. There’s only four cars in the parking lot, so Geralt hopes he’ll be able to get in and out quickly.

Once he’s inside, he makes a beeline for the yarn aisle, trying to hold in his noise of dismay when he sees someone already standing there. Geralt avoids eye contact and feigns interest in the brightly colored acrylic yarns at the end of the aisle. The person is right in front of the baby yarn section, and Geralt tries not to tap his foot.

Just when Geralt is getting ready to pretend to browse other aisles while he waits, there’s movement behind him. “Lovely scarf,” a man’s voice says. “Looks very soft.”

Geralt turns around, only for his eyes to widen as he comes face to face with Dandelion.

He’s sure something very intelligent sounding comes out of his mouth, but he doesn’t register it.

Whatever it was makes Dandelion laugh, sounding familiar and alarmingly close when they’re not separated by a screen. Geralt glances down at Dandelion’s basket to see it piled high with yarn.

“Nice colors you have there,” Geralt finally manages.

Dandelion beams. “Thank you!”

Geralt takes a closer look and realizes they’re rainbow colors. He heaves a tiny sigh. He’s a disaster. Does Dandelion think he’s flirting with him? Not that Geralt doesn’t want to be, per se, but—it’s complicated.

“Did you make your scarf yourself? Or did a boyfriend make it for you?” Dandelion asks.

“I made it myself,” Geralt mumbles. He’s not sure whether he’s relieved by this line of questioning or not.

“Oh?”

“No boyfriend.”

Dandelion turns another smile on him, and Geralt tries not to melt. “What are you shopping for?”

“Oh. Um. A blanket.”

Dandelion turns back towards the shelves with a critical eye before he plucks out a chunky bright yellow and holds it out to Geralt for his inspection. Geralt runs his fingers over it absently. “Feels nice.”

“Right? I love this brand. How big of a blanket are you making?”

“It’s for a baby.”

Dandelion’s eyebrow arches in question.

“My friend is adopting soon; I thought this would be nice,” Geralt says, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Dandelion shifts his basket from one hand to the other. “Oh, my. That is very nice.”

Geralt grumbles as he piles more yarn than can surely be reasonable into his own basket while Dandelion eyes the shelf thoughtfully.

Geralt finishes putting the yarn into his basket and goes to leave the aisle, but Dandelion stops him before he takes more than three steps.

“Better get more than you think. I get what I expect to use, and then add 25 percent more.”

That makes Geralt crack a smile. “That makes an expensive hobby even worse.”

Dandelion shrugs. “The curse of being a creative.”

Geralt picks two more bundles from the shelf. “I suppose you’re right.”

Dandelion clears his throat. “Hey, what’s your name?”

Geralt answers, and Dandelion looks him up and down. “Would you like to join our yarn circle?”

“What?” Geralt asks, throat dry.

Dandelion shakes his head glumly. “Nevermind. It’s just there are so few men…”

“I’ll join,” Geralt says, before he fully thinks out his words.

Dandelion brightens instantly. “Excellent!”

Dandelion follows him to the register, chattering the whole way, and by the time Geralt leaves the store, Dandelion has his number saved in his phone. Geralt can’t help but notice how the women are leaving him alone today, just shooting him the occasional baleful look. It’s a nice change of pace. Maybe he should run into Dandelion more often.

“I’ll text you, okay?” Dandelion says after he’s walked with Geralt to his car.

“Um, yeah, okay,” Geralt replies.

He slides into his car and watches Dandelion walk to a bright yellow slug bug. He quirks a grin. It fits him. Geralt’s just turned the key in his ignition when he realizes he didn’t even get the yarn that he came for. He sighs and shuts the engine off.

If he reemerges from the store with the yarn for the rest of his blanket in addition to two skeins of blue that remind him of Dandelion’s eyes, well, that’d be creepy, and it’s nobody’s business but his, anyway.

Geralt looks down at his phone. yarn circle at that coffee place on Main tomorrow at ten! you in?

He saves the contact in his phone, debating with himself before typing Dandelion 🌼.

He puffs a breath through his lips. He shouldn’t be this worked up about a text.

See you then , he types, and goes back to make the s lowercase.

“Who are you texting?” Eskel asks from his spot on the couch, setting down his own phone.

“Who are you texting?” Geralt retorts weakly.

Eskel looks at him, unimpressed. “My girlfriend, dude. Did you finally get yourself one? You know, it’s kind of weird Yen’s replacing you with a baby…”

Geralt grits his teeth. “She’s not replacing me. We just had conflicting goals for the future.”

“And what, pray tell, are these goals?”

Geralt shrugs. “Not kids. I’d be a terrible dad.”

Eskel rolls his eyes. It’s a conversation they’ve hashed out many times before. “Hmm,” Eskel says pointedly, and Geralt gives him an eye roll right back.

“Are we watching this movie or not?”

Eskel mumbles something too low for Geralt to hear.

The next morning dawns bright and early. Too early for Geralt to reasonably head out to the coffee shop by the time he’s ready, so he takes the time to work on the blanket. He’s inching closer to being done, and he’s looking forward to starting something with the yellow yarn, but he’s not quite sure what he wants to make yet.

He wonders if he’s supposed to take his blanket to this yarn circle. Do they knit? Or just talk about it? What if they gossip the whole time? Geralt doesn’t have anything juicy to contribute; he doubts they want to hear about Eskel’s latest problems with his goat yoga business. Giving customers ringworm probably isn’t the best breakfast conversation. He takes in a deep breath, trying to stop the panic spiral.

It’s fine. It’s going to be fine.

It’s not fine.

When he walks in, Dandelion is already sitting at a table, wearing a floral button down that has entirely too many buttons undone to be decent. Geralt tries not to imagine what Dandelion’s chest hair would feel like under his finger tips, if it would be coarse and wiry or smooth and silky.

Geralt shakes his head and grunts a greeting when Dandelion waves him over.

“Hello, hello! Find the place okay?”

“No issues,” Geralt says, pulling out a chair and settling his bag with his knitting awkwardly on the ground.

Dandelion glances down at his phone, and whatever he sees makes his face tighten.

“Hmm, looks like the rest of the circle isn’t going to be able to make it. Flat tire.”

Geralt arches an eyebrow at him. “Do they...need help? I could go change it.”

Dandelion mutters something to himself before looking back up at Geralt. “I think they already have that covered.”

Geralt laughs and rubs a hand on his neck. “You know, I’m going to start thinking you were just trying to get me alone.”

Dandelion returns the nervous laugh and warms his hands on his mug. “Are you going to get some coffee?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah.” Geralt stands up before turning back to Dandelion. “What do you recommend? I don’t come places like this very often.”

“Yeah, I bet. You seem like a coffee, black kind of person.”

“I don’t drink coffee,” Geralt admits.

Dandelion’s eyes practically bug out of his head. “What do you mean you don’t drink coffee?”

“Makes me jumpy. My hands shake.”

Dandelion lets out a sharp exhale. “Wow.”

Geralt scowls. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not! Well, maybe a little. You just better get hot chocolate, then.”

“Fine. I will.”

Dandelion’s laughter when Geralt returns to the table with a mug piled high with whipped cream is infectious.

He’s not sure what comes over him, but Geralt sticks out his tongue.

It’s not until he gets home that he realizes he never even pulled out his knitting.

Dandelion starts texting him more and more, and Geralt feels vaguely guilty when he watches Dandelion’s latest video.

He should probably tell Dandelion he watches them, but he doesn’t want it to turn into a thing , and he certainly doesn’t read too much into it when Dandelion mentions running into a handsome stranger on his latest yarn expedition.

He could be talking about anyone.

Geralt finishes his blanket for Yen, and he starts to think about what his next project should be. The yellow yarn is bright and warm; silky smooth between his fingers. He starts another blanket, because why not? He’s been wanting to practice cabling, anyway.

He brings it to the next yarn circle Dandelion invites him to, but it doesn’t get worked on, and Dandelion doesn’t say anything about where the rest of the circle is. Geralt doesn’t ask.

Finally, four yarn circles in where no knitting is accomplished, Dandelion gives up the ghost and asks Geralt out on a date. “That’s not what we’ve been doing?” Geralt asks with a small smile.

Dandelion shoves him in the chest, a teasing glint in his eye before his hand lingers on Geralt’s pec for a little too long. He jerks his hand back and clears his throat. “Great. I can’t wait," Geralt says.

“I’ll choose to believe that’s not sarcastic.”

Geralt pokes at him. “It’s not.”

“Hmm.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and hmm s right back.

A few weeks later finds Geralt sifting through Netflix for a movie to watch. “Hey, Dandelion!” Geralt calls from the couch, tugging a blanket up to his chin.

Dandelion freezes from his spot just outside the living room with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“I have some white cheddar for that,” Geralt says.

“What did you just say?”

“I have some white cheddar for that,” Geralt repeats, more slowly this time.

“No, no, before that.”

Geralt thinks. “Your...name?”

Dandelion blinks at him. “My name is Jaskier.”

Now Geralt is the one who’s confused. “No, it’s not?”

“Geralt, I think I know my own name.” Dandelion’s face pinches. “Wait. You watch my videos?”

Geralt steels himself for the conversation. He had been wondering if he'd just be able to take the fact that he watches them to his grave. “Yes?”

“And you didn’t think to mention this?”

“It seemed...weird," Geralt says haltingly.

Geralt’s still reeling from the revelation. He’s the world’s worst boyfriend; Dandelion has to be playing a cruel prank on him.

“And it didn’t seem weird to you that you were watching me literally sing your praises last week?”

“I thought it was kind of sweet.”

Dand—Jaskier drags a hand down his face. “I can’t believe this.”

“How was I supposed to know that wasn’t your actual name?”

“Geralt, we have been together for a month. How do you not know my name ?”

“It’s never come up!” Geralt says defensively. “You’re the one who never even introduced yourself. Talk about bad manners.”

Jaskier splutters, and Geralt can’t help but quirk a grin at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Jaskier finally rallies. “We’re going to have a talk about online boundaries, but—”

“But what?”

“You’re so god damned stupid,” Jaskier says, before dragging Geralt into a kiss.

Geralt goes without complaint.

While Geralt ponders the new nature of their relationship, he finally finds a use for the blue yarn he’s been hoarding. The whole time he’s knitting the hat, he thinks of Jaskier. It’s exactly the right shade of his eyes, but Geralt doesn’t let himself contemplate it too hard.

When he’s finished, he finds an index card and scrawls a message. He wraps up the whole thing and gives it to Jaskier the next time he sees him.

Jaskier tears the package open and rubs the yarn between his fingers in delight. “You made this for me? No one’s ever knitted something for me before.”

“I’m glad I could remedy that,” Geralt says gruffly, shifting uncomfortably at the adoring look Jaskier is giving him.

Jaskier notices the card and reads it before bursting into laughter.

Sorry I didn’t know your name <3

“You’re forgiven.”

On to the next order of business, then. Geralt clears his throat. “Yen’s baby shower is next week.”

Jaskier makes a noise of polite interest, not looking up from where he’s examining the stitches in the hat. Geralt really hopes he doesn’t notice where he dropped one.

Geralt waits for a few more seconds and sighs. Jaskier is really going to make him ask. “I was wondering if you would want to go with me.”

Jaskier tilts his head up and gives Geralt a bright smile. “Of course I would!” He pauses to think for a moment. “Are you...out to them?”

“Yes,” Geralt grumbles. “It turns out my hiding spot for my play girls when I was 16 wasn’t as clever as I thought.”

Jaskier snorts. “It never is, is it?”

In the days leading up to the shower, Jaskier’s anxiety starts to show, but Geralt politely doesn’t comment. They walk up to the party arm in arm, Geralt carrying both of their gift bags. Geralt had told him he didn’t need to get anything, but he had anyway, insisting that he had just happened to stumble across the cutest onesie, Geralt! What a coincidence!

Geralt can’t help but smile as he looks over at Jaskier. Jaskier’s thumb is compulsively stroking over a spot on Geralt’s hand, and he’s even wearing the hat Geralt knitted him. Geralt’s chest feels tighter than normal.

“Oh, so this is why you haven’t been such a grump lately?” Triss asks once they walk through the door, taking their gift bags to set on a side table.

“I’m never grumpy,” Geralt says, and Jaskier has the audacity to laugh, so Geralt elbows him in the side.

Triss laughs at that, too, before she goes off to find Yennefer and drags her back to them. “Geralt!” she exclaims, rubbing a hand up his arm. “I’m glad you could drag yourself away from your very important activities that you refuse to tell anyone about.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and looks over to see Jaskier staring at him curiously.

“Ah, and this must be Dandelion!” Yen says, turning to Jaskier.

“Eskel wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about that!” Geralt hisses, but Yen just gives him a delighted smile.

Geralt sighs as she moves on to terrorize her next guest.

“Your friends are pretty brutal, Geralt,” Jaskier says lightly.

“You have no idea.”

Geralt leads Jaskier over to where Eskel and Lambert are sitting by the food table and attempts to make small talk.

Almost immediately, Lambert asks, “What’d you get her?”

Eskel and Geralt share an exasperated look. “Why so competitive, Lamb? Over compensating?”

Lambert scowls. “I was just curious. You’re not going to be able to top what I got her, anyway. Best uncle ever.”

“You’re not going to be an uncle,” Eskel says.

Lambert is unconcerned. “Best uncle ever.”

Geralt crosses his arms and leans into Jaskier, trying to block out Eskel and Lambert’s bickering.

“I hate things like this,” Geralt mutters.

“Oh, don’t worry, Geralt. You being an unbearable softie is our little secret. I won’t breathe a word.”

Geralt grumbles. “That’s not why.” He pauses, then, “Why do I put up with you?”

“I can think of a few reasons,” Jaskier says, turning his head to press a kiss against Geralt’s temple.

Geralt flushes at the touch and looks around, but no one is staring at them like anything out of the ordinary happened. Geralt relaxes back against him.

He’s almost dozing off by the time Yen gets to his gift, and he only realizes it by Jaskier digging a bony elbow into his stomach. He pinches Jaskier in retribution.

Yen opens the gift carefully, making the appropriate polite noises as she does so.

“Isn’t it soft?” Jaskier asks as she strokes her fingers over the blanket. “Geralt chose some great yarn.”

Geralt whips his neck around to look at Jaskier so quickly he thinks he heard something pop.

“What?”

“The yarn! It’s so nice and such a lovely color, don’t you think? Geralt did a wonderful job.”

“Geralt, you made this?” Yennefer asks incredulously, and great, her voice cracks.

Geralt sighs and tries to accept his fate of all the merciless jokes that are going to be made in his defense. “Yes?”

“And you didn’t think to tell me this?”

“When the fuck did you learn how to do that?” Lambert asks.

Geralt shrugs defensively. “I’ve been knitting for years.”

Everyone’s eyes are drawn to the blue cap perched on top of Jaskier’s head, and teasing grins spread over their faces.

Geralt groans. He’s never going to hear the end of this.

As Jaskier takes his hand in his and squeezes, he thinks maybe that’s okay.

#fluff #au #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #contemplative writing

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triviareads · 2 years

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A Very Bridgerton Diwali 🪔

In Which the Bridgerton Clan Celebrates Diwali

It was times like Diwali, Kate reflected, that she became very aware of the number of aspiring arsonists within the Bridgerton clan.

It had started in the afternoon when Kate and the others decided that the children needed something to do to keep them occupied while the adults relaxed. They’d already used up all the rangoli on the driveway (it now looked like a color bomb had exploded over it), and had exhausted Mary in the kitchen, so Kate figured decorating diyas was the best option.

An hour later, Kate and Sophie stumbled upon little Charlie fumbling with a lighter while Benedict patiently attempted to teach him how to use it. He was being egged on by a crowd consisting of Amelia, Belinda, Caroline, David, and Edmund.

“Benedict!” Sophie shrieked. “What are you doing?”

“Letting them light the diyas?” Benedict offered to his wife with a grin, then looked at Kate. “I thought that was traditional?”

“Not if the kid is five!” Kate exclaimed, and did not leave the scene until Benedict gently coaxed the lighter from his son and pocketed it with a wink in their direction.

Then there was Daphne who had taken a ridiculous liking to the incense sticks Kate used for pujas, and Kate had caught her practically inhaling one of them.

“Forget about scented candles,” Daphne said with a feverish gleam in her eye. “I’m buying these for the house from now on- where can you get them from again?”

“The Indian store,” Kate supplied, adding dryly, “Or most ethnic aisles.”

Hyacinth had been tasked with bringing the fireworks to Aubrey, because, as she’d told them in a deeply suspicious manner, she “knew a guy”. She’d brought with her a rucksack full of sparklers and fireworks of dubious legality, and said rucksack was currently positioned near the end of the terrace.

Kate saw more than one child (and adult) look longingly in its direction.

Honestly, Kate was beginning to think the only normal one in this family was, inexplicably, Colin.

(But then again, Colin had also shoveled about five bhajis and three laddoos into his mouth in rapid succession upon arriving at Aubrey, and then asked what was for lunch).

Now, the family was assembled outside, facing the makeshift alter Mary had created with Edwina’s help. Because of the fire hazard of having open flames in a five hundred year-old stately home, they’d opted to do the puja on the large terrace behind Aubrey Hall. Everyone watched with rapt fascination as Kate and Edwina lit the diyas and the tiered brass lamps, and Mary began to chant the ancient Sanskrit prayers. Kate closed her eyes and mouthed the words silent meditation as her stepmother’s soothing voice carried in the open air. There was something deeply moving about this- being here, with her family and children, celebrating the holiday in their home. Diwali for so many years had meant greasy Indian food and parties with drunken sparkler shenanigans, she’d nearly forgotten the simple things that made Diwali, Deepavali, one of her favorite holidays.

Now, the sun had nearly set and Aubrey Hall’s stone facade was lit by a fiery haze of oranges and reds and the little lamps and lanterns burned bright even in the brisk November breeze. The scent of incense and smoke penetrated the air and Kate could not help but breath it all in deeply.

Finally, it was time for the arati, Mary circling the twin flames in front of the alter of their Gods before offering it to all the adults and children.

“What are we supposed to do?” Eloise asked.

“Touch the flame,” Anthony told her, smug in his knowledge of Hindu customs by now.

Eloise squawked, “Touch the-”

“-What your idiot brother means,” Kate interrupted, “is set your right hand vaguely over the flame, then touch that hand to your forehead, then chest, and then do a namaste- oh my God, Belinda don’t actually touch-”

Daphne hurried forward and all but yanked her daughter’s hand away from the open flame.

See? Aspiring pyromaniacs, the lot of them.

“Now spin three times, clockwise, and do another namaste-”

“That means to your right,” Simon put in dryly, watching the children (and some of the adults) struggle with the instructions.

“How come right?” Miles asked his mother. Miles was in that particularly exasperating phase of childhood where he questioned everything under the sun. Luckily, this was a question worth humoring.

“And how come three?” Alexander piped up, Mile’s little shadow, that one was.

“Left is sacrilegious and so are non-odd numbers,” Edwina said succinctly. “Did I get that, Ma?” she asked Mary, who gave her a thumbs-up. There was a distribution of haldi, kumkum, and a comfortable lull fell over the family.

Belinda tugged at pallu of Daphne’s saree (Mary had helped all the ladies drape them earlier in the afternoon). “Can we do the fireworks now?” she asked.

“In a moment,” Daphne told her daughter indulgently. “I think Aunt Kate has a story for all of us.”

“Story?” Belinda repeated.

“Dad and Mary used to tell us this one every year during Diwali, well, Naraka Chaturdashi specifically, and I thought it would nice to keep the tradition going,” Kate said with a fond smile in her stepmother’s direction.

“Oh I know this one!” Eloise cried. She’d dabbled briefly in Buddhism and was a vegan. “The one with Ram and Sita and why you celebrate Diwali, right?”

“No,” Kate shook her head. “This is another origin story, and a bit more feminist too.”

Eloise raised a curious brow. “I’m interested.”

“Right, gather ‘round, children,” Kate instructed her sons, nieces, and nephews. Gregory and Hyacinth also came forward.

Kate began. “Once upon a time, there was a demon by the name of Narakasura. He was born of Varaha and the earth goddess Bhumi, was very evil-”

“-So, a monster,” Ned supplied, little know-it-all that he was.

“Yes Neddy,” Edwina said gently, “a monster.”

“Narakasura was power-hungry and not only took over the world, but also the heavens. He got so bad, he kidnapped sixteen-thousand women and stole Aditi, the mother goddess’s earrings.”

Colin gave a low whistle here, and Anthony threw him a dirty look.

“What?” Colin asked his older brother defensively. “It’s just, sixteen-thousand women-”

“-Yes, thank you, Colin,” Anthony interrupted loudly, “for showing us exactly where your mind goes when my wife is trying to tell us a chaste, religious story.”

“I mean…” Kate said mischievously, adding like the trial lawyer that she was, “feel free to reraise your question upon the conclusion of this story, counselor.”

Colin smirked and nodded.

“Anyway,” Kate went on, “Aditi and all the gods were obviously upset with the havoc Narakasura was wrecking and so they went to Lord Krishna and his wife Satyabhama. You see, Narakasura had been granted a boon that he could only die at the hands of his mother Bhumi, and Satyabhama was actually an incarnation of Bhumi, so it was decided Krishna and Satyabhama would go and wage a war against Narakasura to defeat him.

“So,” Sophie asked delicately, “does that mean she was Bhumi, or like, a version of Bhumi, or…?”

“A version, I guess,” Kate said thoughtfully. “Honestly, I can never keep track of who’s an incarnation of whom.”

“Narakasura’s father was Varaha, who is an incarnation of Vishnu and Krishna is also an incarnation of Vishnu,” Mary supplied helpfully.

“Oh my gosh,” Amelia said, wide-eyed, “is the bad guy going to be killed by his parents?”

Kate was too impressed by Amelia’s deductive skills to really ponder on the theological implications at play here. She opted instead to continue with the story.

“And so there was a great war, and Satyabhama and Krishna fought all the demons. Krishna finally fought against Narakasura, weapon for weapon, blow for blow. But suddenly, Krishna was hit-”

Here, Violet issued a little gasp. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly to her daughter-in-law. “It’s just, this is so riveting! I wish Sunday School was like this.”

“Mum, you never sent us to Sunday School,” Daphne pointed out.

“No wonder we’re such a godless lot,” Benedict joked.

“And so Krishna was hit by Narakasura,” Kate went on, “and he fell briefly unconscious. This enraged Satyabhama so much, she fought Narakasura herself, and as the old boon promised, Narakasura was killed by Satyabhama, the incarnation of the goddess Bhumi. The heavens rejoiced, Krishna rose up again, and they returned Aditi’s earrings and rescued all those women. It is in honor of this occasion, among many, that we celebrate Diwali.” Kate glanced at her littlest niece Caroline, who was listening raptly. “Caro sweetheart,” she said, “you want to finish off the story?”

Caroline wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know it,” she told her aunt.

“And they lived…” Kate prompted.

“And they lived happily ever after!” Caroline cried, and then promptly asked, “Fireworks?”

Kate laughed. “Yes, go on, the lot of you.”

The children ran off onto the grounds with a collective whoop, Gregory and Hyacinth chasing after them.

“They’re going to set something on fire, aren’t they?” Violet said, watching their retreating figures with a placid smile. “Probably,” Anthony told his mother, draping his coat around Kate, who hadn’t even realized she was shivering in her silk saree. It was a mark of how comfortable Anthony had gotten with fatherhood if he wasn’t worriedly chasing after his wayward sons and their cousins, Kate reflected fondly.

Mary and Sophie came out with trays of steaming-hot filter coffee and sweets which the adults gratefully partook in.

“So,” Colin said to his sister-in-law, munching on a homemade jalebi, “sixteen-thousand women?”

“Right,” Kate grinned. “Afterwards, they all married Krishna.”

Daphne choked on her sip of coffee. “They what?”

“Polygamy was practiced in a lot of ancient Eastern religions,” Eloise told her older sister loftily.

“She’s not wrong,” Mary shrugged. “And Satyabhama was only one of Krishna’s eight chief wives.”

“Krishna is the great lover among our gods,” Kate said with a wry smile. “A romantic hero of sorts.”

“Is that the moral of the story- of Diwali- then?” Anthony asked Kate, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Love?”

“Love, equal partnership-” she leaned into his embrace and he kissed her forehead. “And family.”

The first fireworks shot up into the air and exploded in the night sky in a shower of sparks and light.

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1000roughdrafts · 3 years

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Baby Winchester 2021

A/N: gift fic for @rileynicole1967. Merry Christmas! Thank you for being such a huge supporter, and for all of your kind words. I hope you like it. I dont have a laptop anymore so this is posted from my phone, hope the format is alright.

Summary: Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute way.

Warnings: fluff, puking, pregnancy, mention of sex, a tiny bit of angst but youd have to really watch for it.

W/C: 1.5k

This is also kind of a fix it fic for the season finale but I warped the time to be close to Christmas.

Excusing yourself from Thanksgiving dinner, after taking a bite of a meal your boyfriend spent hours to prepare, almost made you feel as horrible as the realization that the spontaneous sickness was accompanied by an AWOL period.

You let it slide, blaming the uneasy feeling on those intrusive thoughts, the worries that slip in and mix with hopes, turning into an anxious dream. A dream that involved having a family with Dean.

While you never had that whole marriage and kids conversation with him, you know that somewhere deep inside of him is a craving to nurture and care for a child of his own.

The way he talked about his past with Lisa and Ben was one giveaway, but when the two of you had sex he was careless, and so were you. One of you would courteously offer up the use of a condom, while the other would hear the suggestion with one ear, muttering an "oh, yeah, we probably should," between kisses, but the intention was already lost on the both of you.

It was like under the surface of "we can't have a kid, we're hunters,"there was a shared hope that maybe it would just happen, and it would become part of the challenges you take on in day to day life. Wouldn't really even be much of a challenge, other than keeping the kid safe, but what safer of a place than a bunker?

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered the thought, even if just for a daydream. It was a scary thought, raising a baby in this world, let alone in your world, but regardless, you wanted it.

Five days from Christmas, another period hadn't come. Sitting on the toilet you cover your eyes with your hands, pressing a bit deeper than you should, hardly able to control the bounce in your leg. On the floor in front of you is a pregnancy test, your heart racing too fast for you to watch it as it decides your future.

The confliction you feel is enough on its own. The one hand, excitement, the other, fear; a hope for both positive and negative to show up on that little stick.

Thinking back on the symptoms you'd read online they all seemed to line up with normal PMS symptoms. Your breasts were sore and heavy, but you've never examined them enough to know if they're really changing. You've been nauseous, even puking, but often that's not outside of PMS either. The only thing that really screamed 'pregnant' was your two missed periods… until you open your eyes to a test with two pink lines.

With shaky hands you bend forward to pick it up, feeling like every sense has been numbed and magnified at once, like your eyes are playing tricks on you. Your body throws out a nervous chuckle, re-reading the test like you're studying for a final before allowing yourself to actually smile. Panic and excitement fills you but you ride out the high, allowing it to consume you for a moment before planning your next move.

Slipping the test in your bra between your breasts, you throw the box it came in into an empty metal trash bin, setting it on fire to hide the evidence. Dean will find out eventually, but it has to be perfect.

You already had a world of ideas on how to tell him, and with Christmas just days away, the perfect time. You drive to the craft store to see what you could put together.

Walking down the aisle you turn to another and see blank christmas ornaments to decorate. Something inside of you screams, thousands of images popping into your head of what you could do with some paint and an ornament. Grabbing a present shaped ornament you head over to the paint section. You pick up a couple small gift bags and stuffing paper.

Leaving the bag in your car, you walk through the door to see the boys are decorating the bunker with random strings of light and tinsel.

"Looks great," you smile "now all we need is a tree."

"Well now that you're home we can go get one," Dean smiles, walking over to kiss you on the cheek.

You drove to all of the lots in Lebanon, all of which sold out of their best trees and left with the charlie brown's. Both Sam and Dean turned to you at each one with questions in their eyes, and you'd just shake your head. There's no way you'd let a three foot tree sit in a building as beautiful as the bunker. You'd find the perfect one, it just needed to take some time. That's when Dean suggested a different place.

He drove the three of you to a secluded woods, opening the trunk for a saw.

With wide eyes and a hidden smile, you jump out, Sam following.

"You're gonna cut one down?" you laugh.

Dean shrugs, lifting the saw to examine it. Smiling, he looks at Sam, "give me a hand with this will you?" he says, nodding to the other saw that sits in the trunk.

While the boys decorated the tree, you found it the perfect opportunity to sneak away and decorate your ornament. You slip into your car for the bag and run to a room you could lock, starting right away.

On Christmas morning, Dean woke you with a warm homemade peppermint mocha. The things that man could do in the kitchen made your head spin, or maybe it was the little life growing inside of you that made you so dizzy.

You hurriedly set the coffee on the nightstand and run to the bathroom, puking up the sweet, peppermint dream in moments.

Dean is quick to your side, kneeling down with his hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and you can only nod. "Was it too much peppermint?"

You shake your head with a chuckle, wiping your lips with toilet paper before spitting into the toilet and flushing it all away.

"No, the coffee is great," you smile, turning to rinse your mouth out and brush your teeth, "I just don't think I ate enough yesterday," you say, mouth full of toothpaste but knowing it will be the last lie you have to tell him about the showing symptoms.

You walk out and accompany them as Sam pulls a gift from the tree and hands it to Dean. Dean smiles as you go to sit next to him.

"Oh!" you say with your best attempt at faking surprise, "I forgot an ornament" you say, barely able to conceal your smile.

You pull it from your pocket and hand it to Dean, stifling a giggle.

He smiles, "sure thing," he says, reaching for it.

It takes him a few steps to look at it, but even with his back turned to you you know when he reads it. He freezes, staring down at the golden letters that read: Baby Winchester 2021.

"What?" he says, whipping around to face you, and you just smile. Sam is alert, looking up from his phone as if Dean's voice startled him into the moment. Dean's face is tense, but he relaxes it to a smile, "what?"he says again, more excitedly, "are you serious?" he says in a laugh.

Sam stands and walks to Dean's side, reading the ornament over his shoulder, "no way!" he smiles.

You laugh, standing to grab the gift bag from under the tree with the test in it.

"I'm serious," you say, giving him the little gift bag.

Dean pulls the test out, Sam still at his side and when he looks at those little pink lines his face flushes, tears in the corners of his eyes threaten to come down. Sam is quick to run to you, wrapping you in a bear hug, saying congratulations before both of you have your arms wrapped around Dean.

There's silence for a moment, and you know what it means just by looking in their eyes. In their minds, just last week they were fighting mime vampires, the hunt almost getting away with Dean's life had he not missed the nail in the wall and fell backwards instead, and this week, they're expecting a baby. A baby in a world with vampires, and ghosts, and creatures that want you all dead.

You break the silence, "I know," you say almost somberly.

"What are we gonna do?" Dean asks, fear in his voice.

"We're gonna do what we always do. We're gonna keep fighting, but now, we'll be fighting for this little guy," you say, hand around your stomach.

Dean wipes the tear from his eye before it can hit his cheek and wraps his arms around you in a hug, Sam joining in shortly after in an embrace you wish you could stay in forever.

Sure, it's going to be difficult raising a baby in a hunter family, but with these two goons by your side, you wouldn't have it anyway else.

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aiiwa · 3 years

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henlo bubs, i am here for your fmk event with my boys👉🏼👈🏼 atsumu, sakusa & suna🥵✨

hi baby hehe i just wanna apologise for the foolery of tsumu’s one ahdkdksk 💖

FUCK - miya atsumu. i just feel like me and ‘tsumu would be way too comfortable with each other during sex lmao.

for three weeks you had been on your own, with atsumu travelling for an away game with his team. sadly you hadn’t been able to take time off work, so it had been rather quiet in your apartment without the crazy blonde’s presence. but tonight he had safely returned to you, another win to his name; and to celebrate he had requested a night in with his girl, eating his second favourite meal, after you of course, and just spending time relaxing.

you were a little suspicious of the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t tried to jump you the moment he walked through the front door, though you probably spoke to soon when innocent cuddles, quickly turned into him railing you from the back.

“haaa~ ‘tsumu.” a nameless action movie was playing in the background. the sound of guns blazing, doing nothing to quieten your mewls or the lewd squelching of atsumu sliding in and out of you. “feels s’good…”

“fuck, princess, missed you so much.”

he stretched you out so well, the tip of his thick cock almost kissing your cervix with every steady stroke. calloused hands roaming around your body; starting from your smooth back, siding down to grip your waist as he speeds up. and then his hands are caressing your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, spreading them apart so he can watch you take him in. he speeds up, fully engrossed in the way you gush and spasm around him, and you’re moaning for more before you hiss at the feeling of his thumb brushing against your puckered hole.

“‘tsumu!”

“m’sorry!” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, and when you glance over your shoulder, he’s still focused on the sight in front of him. “she just looks so cute clenching around nothing.” his thumb circles you again, forcing you to drop your elbows from holding you up - the sensation too much.

“s-stop looking...and touching. it’s embarrassing.”

“i think i’ll buy you a little jewel for her, heh…”

“stop calling my asshole ‘she’ and ‘her’!”

MARRY - suna rintarou. just thinking about night trips to the supermarket to buy him jelly sticks.

married life was great, being woken up at two a.m. by your husband? most times, not so much. you were fast asleep on your side, sweet dreams floating around your mind, when a hand pressed against your shoulder shook you into consciousness. mumbling to yourself, you swat the hand away, attempting to prolong your sleep; until you’re being rolled onto your back.

rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you’re greeted by the sight of your husband hovering over you. toned arms holding himself up and brown bangs falling into his gray-yellow eyes.

“rin? something wrong?” you croak out.

“we ran out of jelly sticks, y/n.”

you can only blink, once, twice, as you try to process that rin’s reasoning for waking you up was because he had just realised his stash of jelly sticks was finished. you had even warned him earlier this week that he was running low, but he had waved you off, mumbling about how he’ll buy some later. when he had said later, you didn’t think he’d mean at two-thirty-four a.m. according to the alarm clock on your side table.

“please, bunny? can we go to the store?” he knew you could never say no to him when he pouted like that and called you freaking bunny.

which is how you found yourself, nearing three a.m., dressed in your husband’s hoodie and rolled up sweatpants; hanging from his back as he carried you down the supermarket aisle.

“i hate that i love you so much.” you groan into his neck.

he only chuckles, snatching a few boxes of jelly sticks into his arms. “i love you too, bunny.”

KISS - sakusa kiyoomi. i think he absolutely hates public affection...unless he’s provoked.

after just celebrating your one year anniversary with kiyoomi, you had suggested that maybe now, he could introduce you to his teammates. throughout your relationship he was adamant on the idea that they would chase you off - “you don’t need to meet them. bokuto doesn’t even wash his hands adequately enough, and don’t even get me started on that ugly brother of osamu’s.” it had been amusing that you had met the owner of ‘onigiri miya’ before your boyfriend’s teammates, they had flooded his phone with a collection of complaints when osamu had sent them a photo of the three of you. but now your boyfriend had finally relented it allowing all of you to go out for dinner.

“are you sure you want to go through with this, y/n?” kiyoomi asks, voice slightly muffled behind his mask although you were used to it. “i would be more than ecstatic to ditch them and return home.”

“i’m sure, omi.”

it was dinner with atsumu, bokuto and hinata, with even osamu joining you all - and it had been going relatively well. the professional volleyball players had greeted you warmly, taking to shake your hand when you had refused a hug - kiyoomi on standby with hand sanitiser. conversation was easy, jokes flying across the table with your boyfriend’s deadpanned responses adding fuel to the humour - until atsumu decided to bring up his own observations of the night.

“oi, omi-omi, it’s been almost an hour now and i haven’t even seen you and y/n kiss yet.”

“what?”

“yeah, omi-san! you don’t even have your arm around y/n like real couples do!” hinata pipes up.

you can only watch as all of them start adding onto kiyoomi’s lack of physical affection, while the man in question started to tense up and tighten his grip on his chopsticks. while it was true that in public your boyfriend kept his distance, you were completely understanding - because it was the complete opposite when you two were in the safety of his apartment.

“hey, omi-kun! are you sure you and y/n are even dating?”

it was bokuto’s comment that had kiyoomi drop his dining utensils, grab the back of your head and press his lips to yours. as the initial shock subsides, you lean into him, savouring the sweet kiss. when he moves away, he exposes the dazed look in your eyes and the small, shy smile you wear.

“me and y/n are dating, so shut up and eat your meals.”

send me three haikyuu characters to fmk!!

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icefire149 · 3 years

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An Angel’s Vow

Chapter Seven - (Read on AO3 | Read from the beginning)

An hour and a half later the three of them were standing outside of a large, chain store supermarket. Mesmerized, Jack’s eyes widened with excitement. “Daa!” He glanced at Cas and then immediately back at the building in front of them. “Daaa!”

Cas chuckled, rearranging Jack in his arms. Luckily because of his angelic strength, he could hold the baby with only one arm even when Jack was squirming. A rare, tiny smile stayed etched on Cas’ face.

Claire glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. For privacy Cas leaned in close to speak and Claire did too. “Every time he says Da, Jack keeps hitting me with his wings.”

“What?” Claire bumped her head into Cas’ shoulder. One of her hands latched onto the side of his sleeve. “He has wings? Can he fl-”

“Shh.” Claire closed her mouth and blinked. Cas continued. “Yes, he has wings. He doesn’t quite know...what they can….”

“Ohhhhh. Okay.” She glanced at the baby still caught up with all the sights and sounds of the busy supermarket. His little fist was against Cas’ chest. “Yeah we wouldn’t want a flight risk situation.”

“Absolutely not.”

They went inside and Jack twisted and squirmed more in Cas’ arm. “Big!”

Grinning, Claire followed along at Cas’ side. She was paying more attention to Jack than she was her surroundings at this point. “Is this his first time?”

“The local market is much smaller than this.” Cas turned his head to glance around. They were aimlessly walking straight into the middle of the store. He seemed almost overwhelmed himself, and he held Jack closer.

“Sooo are we avoiding the toy aisle or not?” Claire raised a teasing eyebrow.

Cas narrowed his eyes. “Is that something I should be worried about?”

“Nah. You might need a shopping cart though.”

He blinked and looked intently at the people walking past them. They all had one. “You might have a point.”

“How else were you going to carry everything?” she quipped. Her eyes caught the movement of his hand. “You know you don’t have to hold Jack every moment of the day, right?”

It didn’t matter how fast he pushed down his emotions, Claire still caught the wave of fear in his eyes. Her smile faltered. “Is….being out of the house too much for you?”

“No.”

“Then what? You look spooked.”

Cas surveyed their surroundings again and he pulled her in even closer. “You don’t understand what could happen if we’re found. And there’s a lot of people here.”

“Okay,” Claire said, taking a step back. “But you said it yourself. No one’s shown up since Jack was born. And you’ve warded us. There’s nothing else you can do.”

“That’s not good enough.”

She put a hand on her hip. “Well too bad. It’s all you got.”

Cas rolled his eyes. Jack watched their exchange curiously.

“If anything happens we’ll do like we’ve always done. We fight.”

Cas shook his head and stepped forward, trying to exude a menacing aura. Claire stared back at him unfazed.

“If anything happens,” Cas started. “you run. Disappear into the crowd. Get as far away from me, Jack, and here as possible. You don’t want to be tied to this, Claire.”

“Well maybe...you should have thought of that before you ran off with my dad’s face!”

They both stood there, Claire silently fuming and Cas choking on his guilt, for a while. People passed on by them, oblivious.

“Laire.” Jack broke the tension. He reached his hands out to Claire.

Sighing, she put her arms out to take him. Cas bit his bottom lip.

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“I trust you with my life.”

“With Jack’s too?”

Wordlessly, Cas handed the nephilim over. After a few moments of shuffling, she ended up with Jack seated on her hip. His fingers curled into the fabric of her light jacket.

“Go take a moment. Scout for enemies if you gotta. Shoo.” Claire waved him off.

Cas rolled his eyes with his whole body. He sighed, “Claire.”

“Just go get the cart. We’ll meet you where ever the baby clothes are.”

“Okay.” Cas crouched down to Jack’s eye level. “Behave.”

“Oo-kay, Da,” Jack said before squishing his face into Claire’s side.

“Yeah, bye Da,” Claire teased with a sharp edge to her voice.

Rolling his eyes, yet again, Cas went searching for the shopping carts.

Chuckling, Claire readjusted Jack again and looked around for any sign of where they needed to go. “Okay-” Jack stared up at her intently. “Jack.” His head tilted and his eyes squinted like he wanted to ask a question.

She wondered if he could tell that she stopped honeybee before it rolled off her tongue. Shaking it off, she continued, “Let’s look for some new clothes.”

Cas brought himself back to the entrance of the store. He wasn’t exactly sure where the shopping carts were, but logically this felt like the correct location. This would have been easier if he wasn’t still on edge. His eyes kept darting around, looking for anything suspicious.

It didn’t make a bit of sense to him that no one had come for Jack yet. He turned before realizing it was the clanging of metal coming his way that caught his attention. A whole line of carriages were being pushed near by. A relieved sigh escaped him. At least that was one less thing to waste time thinking about.

Cas stood back and watched where the shopping carts were being brought. He planned on waiting for the store employee to go before he selected one. A large part of his mind kept circling around Jack. His birth should have emitted a pulse large enough to draw untold numbers of eyes, and it likely did. They escaped, yes, but there’s a good chance Jack emits pulses of power at random. Likely, when he grows….like last night. Probably once he figures out more things he’s capable of doing too. Cas felt like a heavy stone had been dropped into his stomach.

He felt like he was failing his mission. Castiel needed to get back to Claire and Jack immediately. He needed to keep them safe. Frowning, his frayed wings itched to unravel into waves of light again, but after everything….they’re incapable of ever reaching the correct pitch. If they could, he wouldn’t have to worry. He would be able to see the kids from here.

The carts were left over by the far wall. Cas made his way over and looked over a few of them. They all appeared to be the same, but he found that some were dirtier than others and the metal was sharp in places on another. Eventually, he settled on one that seemed suitable enough for the task.

His hands curled around the handle, and he turned the cart around. Castiel? He froze. Um, Cas? It’s Sam.

They walked around for a while before coming close to the right section. The store felt like a labyrinth. Claire turned to peek around the aisles. “Do you see Cas anywhere?”

“No Daa?” Jack frowned.

“Nope. No Cas anywhere.” Claire stopped and leaned against a shelf. “He’ll be here soon. He always comes back.”

And then, there was a muffled ringing noise coming from Claire’s pocket. Sighing, she struggled to dig it out with her free hand. Of course, it flew out of her hand. “Fuck!” She missed catching it.

But before it could smash into the ground, it stopped. The phone was floating in mid air, still ringing. Claire snatched before anyone else could see. “Holy fuck, Jack. Was that you? You’re telekinetic?!”

Shy, he hid his face in her side. A soft smile was there before he squished himself into her.

“Hello?…..Claire? You there?”

She looked at the phone in her hand. It was Alex. The call answered during the scramble. “Shit.” Jack peeked a curious eye at her. Claire put the phone up to her ear. “What do you want? I’m busy.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“Jack who? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Cut to the chase.”

One of Jack’s hands curled into her hair while he squinted at her. She shot him a, don’t you dare, look.

“Oooo someone’s defensive. Spill barbie. What’s with the secret dream house life? I thought you were on a hunt.”

“Shut it. Don’t be gross.”

“Gross? I’m not the one hiding a boooy.”

“Stop it! He’s like-….just stop. He’s a literal toddler that I’m holding.”

“What! Who handed you a baby?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I thought Jody said you were dealing with a haunting.”

“Things change. Now did you want something?”

“Are you….okay?”

“Yeah!”

Jack’s expression softened, but his fingers were still tangled in her hair. “Ookay. Okay. Okay. Okay.”

“Holy shit. You’re actually holding a baby right now.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“I just can’t picture you with a kid.”

“Don’t you have other people to drain? I-”

“Daaas!” Jack started squirming so fast that he tugged hard on Claire’s hair. He tried reaching his hands out. “Das!”

“-gotta go,” Claire mumbled, looking up to see Cas pushing the shopping cart towards them. But then, his eyes widened. Him and the cart moved faster towards them and Claire was certain it wasn’t Cas’ doing.

“Jack!” Cas yelled, and he stopped moving. Jack buried his face and hands into Claire’s jacket.

“Claire? Who was-” Claire hung up and shoved the phone back into her pant’s pocket.

“Hey Cas. Did you know that Jack is telekinetic?” Claire unhooked his fingers and held Jack out to him while he stopped the cart in front of them.

Jack clapped his hands and then reached them out. “Das!”

Cas raised an eyebrow and Claire shrugged. He took Jack back into his arms. “I had a feeling he’d be telekinetic. It’s a simple thing any angel can do.”

Crossing her arms, Claire shot Cas a pointed look. “So you’ve been holding out on me?”

“I fail to see when this would have come up.”

Claire stepped away from the shelf and walked a few steps before turning around. “True.”

Nodding, Cas turned his attention to Jack. With his free hand, he lightly held onto one of Jack’s hands. “I need you to listen well, honeybee. We need to wait until we get home before we do any more moving things with our minds business.”

Jack frowned, sticking his bottom lip out.

Cas slightly tilted his head to the side. “Okay?”

“F-uck.”

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