#but it whispers in cookie monster's voice

[good-to-drive]

I think in the george biopic The Thing should act as the personification of george's inferiority complex and constantly berate him for his flaws and insufficiencies and also speak in a funny muppet voice

#it whispers to him at night that he'll never be good enough #but it whispers in cookie monster's voice #shitpost #beatles #the beatles #george harrison

[literaila]

midnight happenings

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: satoru wakes up and looks for you

warnings: references to things that none of us will understand (kidding), little angst, mostly fluff, nightmare and such

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*

year three

"satoru?" you whisper, blinded briefly by flashing white hair.

your door has been creaked open--like you usually keep it in the dead of the night--but the hallway light is on, illuminating the body in front of you like a ghost. 

you could be dreaming, still, but your head hurts from the sudden interruption, so you know you're not. 

he's like a monster lurking in the dark. waiting for a moment where you're vulnerable before he attacks. he's always been better at patience, remaining in one spot for a millennium, than you have. 

but still, you sit up, because you've never been afraid of him. you blink, trying to recognize his cobalt-aquamarine eyes in the dark. they are still so bright, it's a bit shocking. 

he inches closer, not saying a word. 

there is no smile on his face that you can see. no hint of mischief in his movements. usually, when he creeps into your bed this late, he's looking for something unobtainable. something you know he won't take and you won't give. 

but tonight his eyes are brief matches in the dark, lighting and flickering out, waiting for you to understand. 

and you do. 

"are you okay?" you whisper, not wanting to break the hesitation between you two. you don't know where it goes next, once that bubble pops. your voice is groggy and slightly dry.

"sorry," he responds, the only real answer you need. 

satoru doesn't apologize for anything except his sheer audacity. 

you sit up even further, flicking your light on. 

the both of you flinch at the intrusion of your lamp. but you don't look away from him, brows furrowing. "can't sleep?" you ask, instead. as if it will get you somewhere. 

he shakes his head. 

you watch him for a moment more, long and lanky in your room, his throat bobbing as he swallows. 

then you pat the space next to you, folding your legs underneath your body, trying to remember how to read him this early in the morning. 

satoru doesn't say anything, but he's quick to respond, crawling into bed next to you without a look at you. clearly, he doesn't want you to change your mind on this. 

it's the quickest you've seen him move in a week. 

you watch as he curls himself under the expensive bedsheets--ones he bought--probably scoffing at the color choice internally, but he doesn't look back. 

his eyes are stuck on the duvet like the pattern is going to jump out and attack him. 

you don't have a single thing to say. no question to ask to put the two of you at ease, no witty remark to keep you afloat when satoru seems to be dredging through the water. 

and still.

"you look tired." 

"yeah," he murmurs. 

"did you--" you shake your head. "did you finish the rest of the sesame cookies again? sugar rush?" 

his head lulls over to you, and there's a brief, anxious smile. "of course not," he says. 

"then why are you still awake?" 

"missed you. it's lonely in my room." 

"it's been..." you turn towards the clock. then back. "four hours." 

"too long." 

you smile, slightly, understanding this deflection better than anything else. "you're like the kids," you muse, "coming to cuddle in the middle of the night." 

"smart ones, those two." 

you lean closer to him, eyes falling to his hands, which are raking through the covers like he's going to discover that you've hidden something in them. you can almost see them shake. you swallow. "do you need to talk about something?" 

his eyes dart towards yours. "what? no." 

"okay." 

"do you need to talk about something?" 

you shake your head. "no. i'm good." 

"okay. good." 

you bite your lip as he looks away, focused again on any inanimate object you have in here. the floor, the ceiling, your dresser, or the bouquet he bought you rotting on it. you sit there, watching his hands trail over the sheets, his eyes flick over the walls, his mouth move like there's something stuck inside--something he can't quite say. 

so you do it for him. "i couldn't sleep, either." 

his brow raises. "i heard you snoring from across the hall." 

"i do not snore, satoru, please don't insinuate ridiculous things." 

his lip quirks. 

you sigh, making a show of rolling your eyes. "anyway, i get it. how come it's always so cold in this house?" 

"because you told me that i shouldn't install a different furnace in every room." 

you hum. "could've gone with a fireplace, though. some ambiance. spice this place up a little, you know?" 

"i don't think i'll be taking your interior design advice," satoru answers, looking at you--all of you, finally--his smile a slight thing. 

a hint at the boy you're used to, his frustrating demeanor. 

"another mistake you're making," you tease, smiling back. 

and you watch it--as his face shifts, momentarily, like 0.2 seconds is enough for him to process every emotion that's ever flooded through his body. his eyes dart away, his mouth folds, and satoru goes back in on himself. 

and you know it was the wrong thing to say. 

"hey," you whisper, words coming out before you think about them. "i like it here. even if it is cold." 

"yeah?" 

"yeah. with you and the kids. and this giant bed that serves no purpose for one person." 

"that's why i'm here," he says. 

"oh, of course." 

"have to make sure you're respecting all of the mattress space." 

"well, i wouldn't want the mattress to be unappreciated," you lean your shoulder against his, sighing when his head falls on yours, stepping stones leading to one another. "would i?" 

"you're welcome." 

"very observant, satoru." 

"it's the eyes." 

you laugh hard enough for him to feel it, for your body to shake against his--like it might ground him back to the world. pull him from the water and shake him off.

you don't quite know who this satoru is, because he's not really yours. but he's not the man who could wipe everything out in an instant, if he just wanted a little break. and he's not the man who's dealt with that alone, without any person to help, no one to ask any questions.

maybe he's a child, again. one you never got to meet. 

but it feels a little impossible. 

you swallow, after a moment. then you move your head back, shifting so you can properly look at him. "you sure you don't want to talk about it?" 

satoru looks back, his eyes an expanse of sky and pain, mirroring some parts of you. he doesn't shake his head, doesn't nod. "i..." he whispers, like an answer. 

"was it a nightmare?" 

this time, he nods. 

"i get them, too. sometimes." 

"yeah?" 

"why do you think i end up in tsumiki's bed every couple of nights?" 

"i thought that was a girl thing." 

you smile, leaning to nudge your forehead against his. "nah, tsumiki's just a good cuddler." 

"how 'bout megumi?" 

"please. i think he'd probably dislocate my shoulder in his sleep if i even tried. at least now that you showed him the hand-to-hand stuff i told you not to." 

satoru raises a brow. his eyes are close enough that you can feel his eyelashes fluttering. "everyone needs a little protection from ruthless midnight cuddlers." 

"who's going to protect me from you?" you ask.

this time, you get a full-blown grin. a satoru special, just for you. "no one," he says, "you're stuck with me." 

"don't i know it." 

you tilt your head back, remaining a couple of inches away, but breaking the contact. 

satoru watches. his eyes are so focused on yours, that it feels like some sort of manipulation. 

but you know it's not. 

or, at least, not any sort of manipulation he can control. you've dealt with satoru's sweet eyes and addicting smiles since you were a teenager, and there's no escape. 

"you know," you whisper, blinking rapidly, trying to fall away. "it helps to talk about it. sometimes. remind yourself that it's just a dream, and nothing more." 

satoru looks down, watching your lips as they move. he could be asleep with how still his face is. so unlike the usual expressions you dread to watch, the neverending shifts in behavior. the quirks and quips falling from his horrid mouth. 

"it's not..." he shakes his head, leaning back. "it's not really a dream." 

"what do you mean?" 

"it's--it's always things that have already happened. memories, i guess. it's not a nightmare." 

or maybe it is, goes unspoken. 

"oh." 

"so, i don't think... i mean, i can't wake up from real life, or whatever." 

your body stills. you want to tell him that if he talked about it, it might go away. that his memories are pushed so far back that they're intruding on reality. that he needs to let it go, let the past fade like a scar. still there, but unburdening. 

but you know that satoru won't listen. if you know anything about the man--anything from the seven years that you've spent with him, watching him react to the constant battle of living--it's that. 

he's not going to listen to you. he never does. and you shouldn't expect him to. not when he knows that you can't understand, that you never really will. 

still, the words rest on the tip of your tongue, like a dagger ready for the plunge. 

"it's okay, though," satoru shrugs, suddenly. brushing his entire existence off as if it's removable. "it's fine." 

"it's okay if it's not." 

he blinks. "i know," he says, almost defensively. "but it is." 

"okay." 

satoru swallows, his fingertips brushing on the bare skin of your leg. you haven't been this close to him for a couple of months, since he stopped coercing you into staying the night. it's strange, the environment of the two of you. an inadaptable habitat. 

"sorry," he whispers. 

"it's okay. it's fine." 

"okay." 

"i have nightmares about megumi a lot," you say, short. "he's always doing something stupid. something you would do." 

satoru tilts his head. "like what?" 

you roll your eyes. "forgetting to turn off the stove and setting us all on fire. drinking out of the milk carton. or bringing home a curse just because." 

"i only did that once. i wanted your opinion on something." 

"'do you think it's eyes are green or brown? maybe hazel?'" you mock, shaking your head. 

"it was a dire question," his lip quirks. 

you shake your head some more. "but when i wake up i always remember that megumi isn't stupid like you. he thinks things through." 

"hey," satoru chides, but he doesn't really care. 

"and sometimes," you say, again, even softer. "i have dreams about you. about you doing something stupid, like always, but..." 

the rest goes unsaid. it's not an idea that needs to be verbalized. not a belief you hold in the pit of your heart, a fear you've experienced too many times. 

satoru leans closer to you. "i know," he says, instead of an apology, or some type of comfort. "i get those too." 

so you wrap your arms around his shoulders, almost unconsciously, leaning in as you let satoru hold you up for a moment. like he's done all of those other late nights. you hug him close, unsure if you'll ever really break the distance between the two of you. 

but you can feel it as satoru's arms wrap around your waist, squeezing with you, differently than he usually does. his breath is soft against your head, a break in the dark. 

"i know," you whisper to him, an echo, and it should be enough. 

but you're not sure that it--that this, the proximity between the two of you--will ever be enough. 

that thought fades into the night, though, like every other sleep-deprived whisper you've shared with satoru. it won't be worth it to bring it up again in the morning. so you won't, and neither will he. 

but you'll hold him now. like a promise you can keep. 

*

when you wake up in the morning, your fingers are curled around satoru’s.

every part of you feels achy. like just being this close to him has infected you with another disease—some curse you won’t be able to shake off.

and you only realize this when two heads are standing above you, watching you closely.

“are you awake?” tsumiki asks you, like your eyes are not an indication of anything.

“doesnt that hurt?” megumi frowns, immediately after. “gojo is heavy.”

he’s referencing the man that’s partly on top of you, his mouth leaving a sure mark on the skin of your neck, breath hot and wet.

you blink rapidly, trying not to flush under the feeling of him there (literally under).

“you guys hungry?” you say, wincing at the sound of your own voice.

they both nod.

“okay, just—“ you sigh, hands raking through satoru’s hair. “gimme a minute to wake him up. go get your backpacks and i’ll make breakfast.”

tsumiki nods and steps back. megumi’s brows furrow at you. “we have to leave in thirty minutes.”

you roll your eyes. “i know, megs. i’m up.”

he shakes his head. “not you,” he nods. “don’t crush her. i have school.” he tells satoru, sternly, and then walks away, dragging tsumiki along and out of the room.

satoru, who’s eyes are wide and open, so close to yours that they are almost nothing.

“hey,” he whispers, grinning.

*

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a/n: for all of you that think i hate satoru, he's my baby

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[7s3ven]

POPULAR. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N is tired of being bullied her whole life so she makes a deal with Luke. As long as she does his bidding, he’ll make her popular.

“Beggin' on her knees to be popular. That's her dream, to be popular. Kill anyone to be popular, sell her soul to be popular.”

Warnings : toxic! luke + y/n (but they’re lowkey iconic together), gore, death, manipulation if you squint, dark themes, y/n + luke are both pretty messed up, pretty gruesome near the end, not proof read

A/N : Me when I wanna write toxic one shots to express my feelings but I've been in toxic relationships and writing fluff is how I comfort myself :c

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Years ago, the young Y/N would’ve scoffed in her face. Maybe even spat at her if she was feeling bratty enough. Why make a deal with Luke? It was like selling your soul to the devil.

Camp Half-Blood loved Luke, adored him even. But under all that courage and glory was a monster. Y/N had seen it first hand when he turned his head for a split second during a duel, his eyes going dark and his lips curling into a cruel sneer.

Nobody except Y/N ever noticed that hidden darkness behind his soft kindness. It wasn’t her fault she made that wretched deal. He approached her first, staring so longingly into her eyes and speaking with a voice so charming that she hung off every word.

The first time he talked to her was when she was eating breakfast, isolated from the rest of her chattering siblings. Ares was her father, which explained all her retrained anger towards the world. She was the lowest of the bunch, never socialising with anyone and avoiding all group activities to the best of her ability.

She was skilled with a spear but did anybody notice? No one did. Except Luke. In a way, he was her saviour in this eat or be eaten world. Y/N was a tough cookie to crack but getting her head shoved into toilets every day could wear down anybody.

Luke wasn’t usually one to take an interest in girls. He had plenty fawning over him for his attention but none of them could catch his eye like Y/N. There was something about her precise aim with the blade of her spear and the way she gulped down her ice cold water without a second thought. Call it creepy, but Luke found solitude in secretly watching Y/N train.

“Y/N.” Was the first thing Luke had ever said to her. She looked up in surprise and Clarisse’s face turned sour at the sight of the Hermes boy. Her beady eyes narrowed as his hand brushed against Y/N’s shoulder.

“You’re pretty good with a spear.” He quietly whispered in Y/N’s ear so none of the other Ares kids could hear him. “If you ever need a sparring partner, I’m right here.”

Y/N lips parted in shock as she watched him slink off towards his own table. Her siblings stared at her in curiosity before turning back do their food, scoffing at her.

Every minute, Y/N would steal small glances at Luke. And every time, he caught her and gave her a knowing smirk. She looked down at her plate after being caught for the fifth time, her cheeks flushing red and turning hot. She no longer felt hungry.

Y/N stood up, scraping the rest of her food into the fire. She felt a presence behind her but she paid no mind to it until they spoke it.

“So, did you think about my offer?” Of course it was Luke. Y/N flinched, almost dropping the porcelain plate into the fire to join her discarded meal.

“Why me?” She asked, her voice nothing but a quiet whisper that barely reached Luke’s ears.

“Why not you?” He replied, cheekily tilting his head.

Y/N could come up with many reasons to that question. She always took Luke as someone who carefully picked who he interacted with, especially when it came to girls.

“May’s prettier.” She said, nodding over to the bright brown-haired girl tucked in the middle of the Aphrodite table.

“Yeah, she’s pretty but you’re prettier.”

“Vivian’s smarter.”

Luke glanced at the Athena girl with not much interest, shrugging. “Not my type.” Vivian’s was everybody type with her sharp-witted mouth and perfectly cut bob.

“Why are you talking to me, Luke?” After a while, Y/N cut straight to the chase. She furrowed her brows in confusion, a little uneasy with how close Luke was and how girls were glancing over at her.

“I’ve seen you fight.” Luke continued to avoid her questions, much to her annoyance. “Like I said, I’d be happy to be your sparring partner. Today, five pm. Does that work for you?”

Y/N stared at him, hesitating for a moment before she slowly nodded. “Yeah… I’ll see you then.” She briefly smiled before rushing off, dumping her plate somewhere else.

Luke wasn’t expecting much when he showed up at the arena, holding his newly sharpened sword. He figured that if Y/N didn’t end up coming then he could at least get some solo practice in.

But no, she was sitting on a bench inside the arena, fiddling with her spear. She lifted her head, her eyes locking with Luke’s.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I didn’t know you’d actually show up.” He dropped his sword in front of her, grinning.

Y/N shrugged. “It… seemed rude not to.” She muttered, looking down at the ground around.

“I’ll be honest, Y/N. I didn’t just want to spar with you. I’ve come to make you a deal. I’ve noticed that a particular someone keeps shoving your head into a toilet.” Luke smirked when he saw Y/N stiffen. He crouched down in front of her, “What if I told you… that I could make it all go away? Just like that.”

He snapped his fingers.

“I can make you popular, Y/N. So popular that no one, not even Clarisse, will mess with you again.”

Y/N gave Luke that same narrowed glare that Clarisse often sent his way. “What’s the catch?” She asked, causing Luke to chuckle.

“Smart. The catch isn’t that big. All you have to do is whatever I tell you to.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised slightly as she finally made eye contact with Luke again. He charmingly smiled at her. She thickly gulped, weighing out all her options in her head. She could reject his offer and be the victim of relentless bullying… or she could accept and never get hit by Clarisse again.

Luke frowned at her hesitation. “The choice is your’s.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered to look at everything but him. She slowly nodded. “Okay.” She whispered. “Okay. I’ll do it. Deal.”

It started off small. Steal someone from Clarisse, easy enough. Y/N was almost as cunning as Hermes himself, which slightly impressed Luke. He gave her a nod of approval after she dropped Clarisse’s beloved spear in front of him. As promised, he stopped the bullying, but in a way Y/N never expected.

After yet another failed game of capture the flag, Y/N was walking towards the large crowd of demigods when Luke abruptly picked her up and kissed her. Dating or even being around Luke Castellan was guaranteed to make you popular and Y/N had somehow been roped into it without her knowledge.

Her tasks weren’t too difficult until Luke told her to do the unthinkable. To pick a target and violently murder them as a warning to the camp that bad things were coming.

“Luke… you know I can’t.” She muttered as she hid behind the Hermes cabin with him. She was clutching onto his arm, begging him to give her another task. Luke stared down at her in annoyance.

He rolled his eyes, slightly sneering. “Come on. It’s easy. I’ll even show you.” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, looking like a deer in headlights. But she couldn’t say no. She could never say no to Luke when he had his lips pressed so firmly against her’s and when his fingers traced delicate circles around her waist as he lifted her shirt.

After that short conversation, Y/N’s nights consisted of sneaking out to meet Luke. He taught her how to wield an ax, how to knock someone out, and even explained how to dismember a body. Clearly, he had studied these dark topics.

Y/N lay on the forest floor, staring up at the stars. Luke was nearby, his arm lazily slung around her waist and pulling her closer towards him.

“We have to be careful.” He whispered in her ear, tucking a strand of her hair away. Y/N knew that if Luke went down, she’d be forced with him and vice versa. He pressed a light kiss to her neck, inhaling the smell of her floral perfume.

Luke had a twisted obsession with the idea of murder. It thrilled him. The vivid image in his mind of blood splattered across the floor and limbs bent at awkward angles made his stomach churn but... it was exciting.

"Luke... what are we doing with our lives?" Y/N muttered, turning to face him. When had everything gone downhill? When did they suddenly turn into borderline murders and sadists? Perhaps Luke was always like this and he infected Y/N with his disease. But if she was willing to do anything to become popular, even drive a knife through someone's heart, then it just showed Luke that she might be as abnormal as him. “Princess,” Luke’s voice was barely a whisper as he handed her a cigarette. He often kept them hidden under his mattress, only taking them out when he needed to destress. He lit the tip for her and watched as she slowly took a drag, blowing out a mouthful of smoke.

The pair stared down at the body in front of them. They weren’t dead, merely knocked out. Outside, the wind was relentless. It smashed against the wooden walls of the abandoned cabin, as if warning Y/N and Luke to stop whatever madness they were about to commit.

BORN IN GRIEF,

“Do you ever think it could have been different if the gods gave a fuck about us?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side. She took another drawl from the cigarette before passing it over to Luke. “Would we be less… messed up if they actually cared?”

Luke shrugged. “Maybe. But this is who we are, we can’t change that.”

RAISED IN HATE,

Y/N would never admit it out loud but she and Luke were sick. Sick for even thinking of doing this and suddenly, Y/N’s stomach lurched. A tiny morsel of her personal morals held her back from approaching the body but she was also curious. How long would it take until the demigod before them realised their doom?

HELPLESS TO DEFY THEIR FATE.

They stirred but their eyes never fluttered open. Luke and Y/N exchanged a look before he gestured her forward. She held the wooden handle of the ax tightly, dragging it along the floor as she stepped towards the unconscious body.

Y/N was unusually calm when she lifted the ax, the sharp blade glinting in the moonlight. Suddenly, the demigod awoke with a desperate gasp. They scrambled back at the sight of Y/N.

LET THEM RUN,

“Please, don’t… what have I ever done to you? Don’t kill me! I haven’t even completed a quest or been claimed yet!” The demigod clasped their hands together, begging for sweet mercy. Y/N merely gazed at them, wide-eyed and unmoving.

“I’m afraid she won’t listen to you.” Luke made his presence known. The demigod’s eyes flickered over to him and they let out another gasp. They couldn’t beloved that Luke, the son of Hermes, the heartthrob of Camp Half-Blood was sitting idly on the sidelines while his companion was staring at them like they were an experiment. Simply a hypothesis that needed to be tested.

“She works for me. She’d kill her best friend if I told her to.” Luke gestured for Y/N to continue. The ax was raised above her head, ready to pierce the heart. Y/N swiftly swung the blade down. It buried itself in the demigod’s chest and a drowned-out scream slipped past their lips.

LET THEM LIVE,

Y/N’s eyes shook as she stared at the body in what could only be described as desperation. Desperation to land another sick blow.

Y/N lost count of how many times she raised the ax up and swung it down. All she could think about was the euphoria and giddiness rushing to her head. Blood stained her skin but she didn’t stop until the demigod was nothing but a mangled corpse, unable to be identified just by looking at their gruesome face.

Thunder crashed and lightning flickered. Rain poured down, the gods’ way of expressing their grave disappointment.

BUT DO NOT FORGET WHAT WE CANNOT FORGIVE.

Luke blew out another cloud of smoke, gazing at Y/N with his own twisted version of love. “Red looks good on you.” He uttered, spinning her around like she was in a beautiful ball gown and he was her date to prom.

Y/N laughed, the thrill of killing taking over. Luke’s lips curved into a smile. He had never heard the sound of her laugher before. And he was already intoxicated. Her lips tasted like smoke and tangy metal and he pulled her closer.

THEY ARE NOT ONE OF US, NOT OUR KIND.

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[monstersflashlight]

Vampire’s dessert

Vampire x fem!reader || kitchen sex, vanilla sex || TW: blood

You are watching the cookies in the oven, trying really hard to ignore his presence as he walks around the house. When he comes behind you and plasters himself against your back in the most exquisite hug, you melt against him. He starts kissing your neck, slowly, teasingly.

“Stop that, I’m watching the cookies.” You say, but you incline your head to give him better access. You can feel his smile against your skin as he keeps kissing that point that makes your knees weak. He tightens his hold on your hips.

“Come on baby, I’m hungry and I want my dessert.” His voice drops low, almost dangerous (in the best way possible). You shiver, goosebumps erupting all over you. There’s an edge to his voice that promises a great time, and you want to give in so badly. But you promised you’d make cookies.

“I’m making cookies for tomorrow, wait for a bit, it’s not going to be long.” You try to argue, fighting against his hold, but not too much. You don’t really want to say no, and he knows it.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” He uses his compelling voice, the one that gets everyone to do what he orders, including you. The voice that makes your insides turn to jelly. “I can fuck you right here. You can watch the cookies if you want.” He whispers against your ear, tongue licking along the tendon of your neck, biting softly. You can feel his fangs, almost breaking the skin.

“But the cookies…” You whisper, a weak attempt to argue with him knowing full well there’s no way it’s gonna work. He decides that’s the perfect moment to spank your ass, making it jiggle as you moan. He chuckles behind you, biting harder at your neck, his other arm holding you close to his body. The moan that escapes your mouth is sinful. You feel your body giving in. He knows what buttons he has to press, how hard, he knows your body better than you do. You are his to play and he knows all the cheat codes.

You turn around in his embrace, arms instantly going around his neck and kissing him deep and heated. You control the kiss for maybe two seconds before his hands are at the back of your head, guiding your every movement, deepening the kiss and fucking your mouth like you know he’s going to fuck your pussy. Thrusting his hips forward so his hard dick grinds against your stomach, making you whimper.

The kiss starts to become desperate, tongues battling and hands roaming around. His hands feel like they are everywhere, you wonder if he’s using super-speed to touch you as much as he can at the same time. The noises you are making would make the devil blush. He grabs your ass and urges you to jump, your legs going around his middle instantly. You grind your hips against his erection, your pussy wet and your movements frantic.

His hands pull at your hair, pushing your head back as he starts to suck on your pulse point, drawing the veins up. You feel him moving at the same time, carrying you to the counter and sitting you down. You hear him unbutton his trousers, his dick leaking and ready at the perfect high. The wave of pure heat that runs down your spine leaves you shivering with need. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, how unnatural his movements are. He usually looks so normal and composed, but moments like this remind you that he’s not human, he’s a monster. The one they warned you about, the one stalking you in the night wanting to eat you. And good lord did he eat you… In all the ways he could.

You try to push your yoga pants down, but you aren’t fast enough. “Hey! I liked those!” You complain as he rips a hole right in the middle, exposing your pussy to the air, to his dick.

“I’ll buy you more.” He says against your neck, nipping at your skin.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, he pushed right into your welcoming heat, making you groan and arch your back. He starts a punishing pace, not bothering to let you accommodate him, the edge of pain making you hotter. Your blood is rushing through your whole body, exactly like he wants. His hand finds your clit as he keeps going, sucking on your pulse point. When you feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it, he bites down. You cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain making your climax so intense it feels like an out of body experience.

Your heels dig into his ass, rocking yourself against him, trying to match his pace as he keeps going, and going, and going… It all passes in a blur, the pleasure and the blood loss making your head dizzy, your pleasure being the only sensation in your body. You feel like floating. When he comes, he retracts his fangs and moans, his dark red eyes shining. He reminds you of the villain of the stories your parents told you as a child, wild and dangerous… a villain that became your prince charming.

You can feel the blood going down your neck, he didn’t close it yet. He loves to let it drip so he can lick it up later from between your tits. You try to be annoyed about it, but it always ends with his mouth on your pussy, so you can’t complain too much about it. You lay there, body close to his, sharing body heat and little caresses.

And then you smell smoke.

“My cookies!” You yell, pushing him away and stumbling to the oven door, your knees weak.

“What?” He asks, confused. He’s in his post orgasmic/post feed bliss, doesn’t even know what you are talking about.

“My cookies burned down because of you!” You feel the anger rise inside of you, at the same time as a tear of frustration falls from your eye. He turns around as soon as he hears you sniffle, his head moving at unnatural speed, a movement that makes him look like a nightmare.

“Oh, little human, don’t cry.” He fusses over you. “I can buy you cookies. I can buy yo diamonds. I can buy yo whatever you want. Stop crying.” You found out real quick how much your tears freak him out, and you try to take advantage of it as much as you can. “What can I do to make it better?”

“Fuck me again?” You ask, pouting in your best interpretation of a sad puppy. He picks you up and carries you to your bed with his super-speed, making your head dizzy as you giggle.

Who cared about the cookies anyway?

#short and sweet today #i have tons of work #vampire #monster #monster fucker #monster imagine #monster x human #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #vampire x reader #vampire x human #tw: blood #i wrote this in between tasks and i'm not sure is good but it's all i got today and i wanted to post something #hope somebody likes it

[anadiasmount]

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"forgive me one last time" ft. the monster trio!

headcanons of highschool!au monster trio as your boyfriend begging for forgiveness after fucking shit up

luffy:

- "yn" he mumbles, trailing after you in the hallways "stop trailing me" you hiss as you open the locker, shoving the books inside and taking out another "yn" his hands are wrapping around your waist, his neck finding home in the crook of your neck and he's whining again, "please forgive me, pretty please?" - it wasn't even like you got mad often tbh; dating luffy meant he is gonna do stupid shit and you're gonna have to deal with it but there was a limit to stupid shit too - you shove his head away from your neck, "romilda fuckin' asked you, "wanna go watch a movie??" and you said yes. how can you say yes to a date while you have a girlfriend?! do i mean nothing?!" "i didn't know it was a date!!" his hands are wrapping around you tighter, "i thought she was lonely and wanted to hangout with a friend!! you know i wouldn't have said yes otherwise ynnn~" "are you an id-" you huff, "i'm getting late for class, get off" you forgave his dumbassery on the regular but come on, now its insane - yeah you didn't forgive him - not until you came back to keep your books and take new ones for the next period and saw giant "i miss you" and "sorry" glittery stickers plastered onto your locker (did he steal those from a 3rd grader? youre not sure) - you huffed, opening the locker - your jaw went slack - the entire locker was full of your favourites. your favourite candy, the cookies sanji always makes during christmas (how did he get those rn??), your favourite soda and flowers - how did he manage all that in the time span of one period??? - at the side is a note in a scrawly handwriting, "you wanna go watch a movie with me? (asking you for a date, not as a friend who wants to hangout) boyfriend :)" - you ended up forgiving him only after he bought he a bucket of popcorn and kissed you during the end credits of the movie - he also had to buy you dinner from the baratie like a gentleman.

zoro:

- "zo," you huff, "it's like the thousandth time, ofcourse im gonna be fucking mad at you!" "i know" he groans, "i really know, but i'm sorry, please" "no. you can't keep saying you'd show up for my events and then fuckin' disappear like always!" - you're fighting in hushed whispers in the hallway, you didn't wanna cause a scene because you know how bad zoro finds public attention - you know he's busy training, busy with his friends and you know he loves you but a part of you wonders if he simply doesn't actually love you - he constantly fails to show up at your events, he has never outright called you his girlfriend in front of people who weren't his close friends and he has never even held your hand in public because he says pda makes him uncomfortable - you got him but it simply sounds like he's afraid to admit you both are together - "are you not happy with me?" your voice is breaking, crumbling into silent heaves, "do not lo-" "what?" his hands find yours, "no, ofcourse not. baby, i just had another practice and dad (mihawk) called me back home. im sorry, i couldn't say no to him" "i know b-" - he kisses you - in the middle of the fucking hallway, with other people around - he does it. that bastard. - his hands are tucking your hair behind your ear, resting softly on your cheek as he tip you backwards and kisses you till you cannot possibly breath "i love you" he says loud enough so that anybody within earshot could hear, flashing you a small smile his voice comes down to a whisper, "i'm sorry i suck at being a good boyfriend, i will get better okay?" - he follows through on that promise because the next time, he is standing at your event with a tshirt just reading "yn is the coolest" and a small, stupid smile on his face "was the tshirt necessary?" "yes" - ugh i love soft zoro

sanji:

- sanji had a (bad) habit of always backing you up - one might wonder what's bad about that but when he almost beat the shit out of a random guy for saying he didn't like your vibes - "sanji!" you pull him away, eyes widening, "stop it" "but yn" "you cannot keep doing this! you cannot keep fucking putting up a fight against anybody who doesn't like me-" "yes i can" "sanji." - it ended up leading to a fight and you stormed off into the class - you expected sanji to come apologize the very next period or atleast text you or something - but nothing. you didn't see him for the rest of the day. - not until it was 9 pm and all of a sudden, a cheesy pop song was playing outside your window and in your front lawn stood a drenched, blonde guy holding up a boombox and a giant wet, white sheet reading "FORGIVE ME YN IM SORRY PLEASE I LOVE YOU" - first of all why was he drenched? it wasn't even fucking raining - that brings your attention to his two best friends, luffy and zoro holding a hose at him from a distance (luffy is giggling, he's having the time of his life, zoro looks like he hates being alive) - "sanji why are STANDING IN FRONT OF WATER?!" "SO THAT YOU FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE IM SORRY" "YOU'D CATCH A COLD, COME INSIDE IDIOT!!" - well, he did bring a box full of home-made chocolate though, so you cannot be mad at him for long - did this event stop him from being a bit over-bearing? no, not really but eh, that's sanji for ya

a/n: cutesy little headcanon lol thankyou so much @scentisterror for helping me with this <3<3

#one piece #op #opla #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #one piece headcanons #op headcanons #monster trio #one piece fluff

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:18 pm]

Your eyes were locked on the Christmas movie on the TV, cuddled up under a fluffy, snowflake print blanket. A mug of hot chocolate on the side table to your right and dad!Jaemin on the floor in front of you. Your son was busy banging his toys against the ground before shoving them in his mouth.

"No baby, not in your mouth," you hear Jaemin repeat for the hundredth time.

Your son, responds by blowing an extra wet raspberry in his dad's direction while dropping the toy. He clumsily turns over onto his knees and starts crawling away from his dad.

The stuffed antlers on the hood of his hood wiggle while he crawls away leaving you with a view of a cute reindeer on his bottom. You snort, watching his chubby hands smack against the floor while he quickly moved across the rug to his overflowing basket of toys. A basket of toys that would soon get even more added to the collection when your son opened his Christmas gifts. You made a mental note to go through the pile and get rid of old toys, toys that no longer held your son's interest, and toys that were just plain annoying.

He soon grew bored of the blocks he was chewing on and crawled over to the brightly lit Christmas tree. The lights were sparkling, light bouncing off the ornaments and other sparkly decorations that only grabbed your son's attention more. Ornaments and decorations that you had already had to move two feet up to keep out of his reach.

Your son was smart, he already knew he didn't like how the bristles of the Christmas tree felt against his hand, there were no more ornaments within his reach to pull on, but there was a new addition. A lot of new additions colorfully wrapped and topped off with shiny bows and strings of bright ribbon. Bags filled with vibrant tissue paper and characters plastered on the sides.

Jaemin's eyes turned from the screen to the rustling sound. He sighed deeply, picking up the baby and placing him in front of his toys again, "No touching, Bub."

A few minutes later you heard the sound of paper ripping and a toy talking in the usual peppy, high pitched voice that toys always had, "No, more. Play with your toys."

This time you kept your eyes on your son, watching as he threw a toy across the room toward the tree and crawled after it. "Ah ah ah, little monster. You're in cuddle jail now," you stopped him before he could make it half way. You pulled him onto the couch with you, cradling him in your arms and tucking the blanket in around his small body.

Jaemin laughed as the baby struggled in your hold with whines and his newly acquired skill of fake crying- which sounded a lot like his new fake laughs. The toys were picked up and soon enough your son was cuddled up between both parents, no chance of escape.

"I think it's time for a bottle, so my baby boy can go to sleep. We'll need all the energy we can get for tomorrow," you mutter.

Jaemin agrees, stepping into the kitchen and returning a few minutes later with a bottle. He lays your son in his arms, rocking him back and forth while your son holds his own bottle. Jaemin begins telling him all about Christmas, the breakfast you'll all eat, the presents you'll open together, the cookies you've left out for Santa, and how Santa will bring new toys that your son will love. His voice is a soft coo, a smile on his face with his gentle whispers.

Your son is blinking slowly, no longer drinking the milk in his bottle, head hanging back in his usual position for sleep when a loud, "Alright! We'll play later!", sounds from under the Christmas tree. Your son's eyes snap open as he startles awake. He turns under the tree, slowly and sleepily squirming in Jaemin's hold.

Jaemin shushes him, easing him back to sleep with movements that had been perfected in your son's short 10 months of life. You hold your breath all the while, scared that any little noise will wake him up again. The volume on the TV has already been lowered, you're frozen under the blanket watching Jaemin continue to rock your son to sleep just to be safe.

After a good 10 minutes you release the breath you were holding with an almost inaudible, "We have to return that toy."

"Already ahead of you, love," Jaemin smiles, showing you his phone screen with the receipt for the toy pulled up.

You lean forward to kiss him quickly, your forehead pressed to his, "I'm so lucky to have you."

He smiles brightly at you, a smile that challenges the dazzling lights of the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room, "I'm even more lucky, for both of you."

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tagging! @jaeminnanaaa17

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamps #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #jaemin timestamps #jaemin blurbs

[creedslove]

THE MILLER CHRISTMAS 🎄 🎁

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: a Christmas miracle is really possible for Joel?

Warnings: fluff and angst, boy dad!Joel, Sammy is back ❤️

A/N: Merry Christmas besties 🎄🎁

O.7k words

“Why are you still up, buddy?” Joel rubbed his tired eyes and walked to his son, who was on knees on the couch, so he would be tall enough to keep his little face glued to the window, watching the white snowflakes falling quietly outside. Sammy barely turned his head towards his daddy as he didn't want to miss one single little thing from outside.

“I'm waiting” the toddler's voice wasn't much more than just a whisper, as if he would scare away whoever or whatever he seemed to eagerly wait. Joel shook his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, sitting next to his son's small frame, his curls were messy from tossing and turning in bed, - as he'd been way too excited to fall asleep on Christmas eve, of course - and Joel chuckled to himself, thinking that you were right and it was about Sammy got a haircut.

“Are you waiting for Santa? You know he only arrives after everyone is asleep, he drinks his milk, eats his cookies, leaves the presents and goes to visit other kids…” his rough calloused hands stroked his son's hair gently, as he couldn't still quite believe that even after what happened, after the world was destroyed, after all the shit he'd done and the blood he'd shed, he was able to still have something good, to have found love in you, to have had a son in his life and to be able to safely celebrate Christmas reunited with his brother.

“No daddy, I'm waiting for the Christmas angel” Sammy shrugged and turned his attention back to the window, wanting to have another glimpse of the curious Christmas creature, at the same time Joel frowned. A Christmas angel? What the fuck was that? He had never heard of that story, he was pretty sure you had never mentioned that either and Ellie was more of a Christmas monster kind of girl, than an angel. He was confused, where could his son have possibly heard that? Maybe they told kids that in Jackson's daycare, but if that was the case, then Sammy would've said something before, wouldn't he?

“What angel is that?”

“It's a girl angel daddy… she's very pretty and she was here playing with me… then she said she had to go away but she is all the time watching us and taking care of us” he explained with a sweet smile. Joel was now suspicious, not sure if he should be worried, but maybe some girl had broken into the house to play with Sammy? What for? It didn't make the slightest sense.

“What?!”

Sammy took a deep breath, his daddy was usually very fast and smart but he didn't understand why he was so confused that night, maybe the angel had made him sleep too much.

“It's the angel daddy…” he began explaining “she is pretty and she says she always looks after our family, after me, mommy, Ellie and mostly you”

“What's this angel like?”

“She has brown curly hair and brown eyes, daddy like you and me… oh, and she said her name was Sarah!” He grinned at the exact same moment Joel's breath got stuck on his throat. He completely lost action for a while, simply looking at his son with disbelief and shock. How could Sammy make up a story like that? No, he wouldn't do that, he was a sweet kid, he would never simply make up a story out of Joel's most painful memory. Besides, he was sure he didn't know anything about his big sister Sarah, not even you knew the whole story, there was no way someone would've told him that. When he came back to his senses, he found Sammy watching him with a sweet smile. He had wrapped his small arms around his daddy's larger one and snuggled.

“The angel said you wouldn't believe it, daddy, so she asked me to give you this” he opened his tiny hand and revealed the smallest butterfly paper cutting. Purple and blue, his first little girl's favorite colors. Joel swallowed hard, tears flooding his eyes as he desperately tried to keep them in place and prevent them from falling and running down his face. It looked exactly like the paper butterflies Sarah always left scattered around her room before the outbreak. Sammy got on his feet and pecked his daddy's cheek gently

“Merry Christmas, daddy” he said cutely, before getting off the couch and returning to his room.

Joel stood there, trying to let all that information sink. He couldn't believe what was happening and even if he tried finding a logical explanation, he couldn't. Perhaps, it was just a Christmas miracle after all.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal christmas #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel miller christmas

[sunny-mercya]

Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Masterlist

Percy Jackson, who has fought a variety of Monsters and argued—even battled at some point—with the Godly deities of the mighty Olympus, had expected everything—when stepping into the home of Jason and Will, with the rest of his little friends troop—but nothing like this.

Seeing you, the deity of tranquility and slumber—another brother of Hypnos—for the very first time in actuality—was a weird experience of meeting for Percy.

»THERE YOU ARE! MY TWO PRECIOUS SUMMER BOYS! OH, NICO! I GREET YOU TOO, COME HERE!«

You had emerged from the Kitchen, baggy clothes—consisted of a large tee with the print of some band name and lyrics quote and pyjama pants—covered in what seemed to be flour and cocoa powder.

Your voice was loud, filled with thrilling excitement of joyfulness. Taking Jason and Will into your arms, hugging them tightly against you and giving each of them more than just a few kisses to the cheeks and head. Nico had been pulled into this as well, suffering through much affection as well.

You're radiating more hyperactivity energy and child like behaviour off, than the emotions you're meant to send out.

Walking into a home, in which Jason and Will had grown up with their two godly parents, which looked so damn mundane humane—that Percy had to take a double check on that Cookie Tin-can, filled with sewing stuff.

It confused him. If they all had learned one thing of being Demigods—half children of godly blessings, which sometimes could be seen as a curse though—that none of the gods and goddesses—their other parentally half—live like a ordinary human.

Always exotic enormously flashy, expensive, but never dare to boring and dull—than a god whose dull and pathetic unnoticeable, could not be worthy for eternity of mighty existence.

Yet, Percy thought, both the house and you are a stark contrast to what they have been told. Simple and ordinary.

»Are we sure this is really a deity?« asked Percy in a hushed whisper, leaning down to Annabeths ear and elbowing her in the side.

»I haven't seen Demosonos personally, but I highly doubt Jason and Will wouldn't recognised their parent.« she whispered back, keeping wary glances at them—some Gods can't be trusted.

Nico who had managed to free himself from the suffocating hug of love, stepped back to them and hissed in the same hushing voice of whispers;

»Do you two have any death wishes? Don't upset them.«

I mean, Percy thought—letting his gaze wander back to you—if we do so, what would happen? Ares, Zeus, Hades, Athena and his own father—Poseidon—are much more scarily and worthy of being called merciless fighters.

You on the other hand, looked—truthfully—weak. Percy could for sure, probably, take you down in seconds.

After all, from what he could gather, you're more than just a minor god—even less than minor, a subcategory inside a subcategory—unworthy to be mention with the same breath of saying Nxy, Hypnos and all the way to Morpheus.

Still, Percy is after all confused to why their Prophecy and Quest is, to seek you out and ask for your help.

Lesser Gods aren't helpful, they're more a nuisance.

~~~

»And this must be your other friends? Right? Perseus and Annabeth?« the question was more towards your sons.

You stepped towards the two teens, Will had already pulled Nico away to the Sofa and Jason had gone to the Kitchen, greeting loudly his other dad.

Percy and Annabeth felt both a bit uncomfortable with your vacant stare and the friendly smile on your lips.

»Uhh, It's Percy actually, I don't liked to be called Perseus« Percy didn't know, why of all the things he could say, decided to say this—but he did, mouth being faster than his brain again—and Annabeth elbowed him hard in the rips, a tiny gaps of breath intake left her lips.

The friendly smile never wavered from your lips, nodding at them—they couldn't tell if you had even listen properly, vacant glint still in your eyes—head dropping a bit to the side.

»Aah! You want some tea and Sweets? C'mon, c'mon, now don't be shy you two, take a seat. Will be a dear and help me« clapping your hands, you ushered the two teens to the Sofa, skipping already to the Kitchen.

»I will explain later a bit,« with that being said, Will stood up as well.

Neither of the three said anything, looking around the living room with more interest than addressing the current situation—or more issues perhaps?

»I thought you knew what he is like Nico....I mean with you being Wills boyfriend, you are prone to meet his parents«

»Hey hey, don't come at me now Chase. I only have met Mr. [Surname] like three times and that was in the city.«

»Small tip of advice, don't be so stiff. Relax a little or Pa's gonna worry again« they hadn't noticed Jason, who have come back from the kitchen with a tray of Tea cups and Kettle.

Will following soon after with a Tray of sweets and pastries, setting it down on the coffee table. They both getting comfortable on the sofas—Jason on the main big one, while Will had sat with Nico on the right mini sofa and Percy and Annabeth on the left—again.

Nico instantly following Jasons advice, relaxing his body and sliding just a bit down.

When Apollo had entered the living room, Annabeth and Percy gasped loudly in surprise. Standing up they bow their head or more like, Annabeth forced Percy to do as well.

»Lord Apollo!«

»Since when did you become a Lord? Aren't you a God?« you asked in amused surprise, taking a seat as well.

»Apparently just now, love« Apollo shrugged, Will started to laugh and Jason sighed in disappointment, shaking his head—so much for giving advice to his friend, to not be so formally stiff and causing tension.

~~~

The hours passed and Percy and Annabeth had relaxed over the times. Coming to the conclusion that you aren't one of the tricky gods—like Ares—who likes to use them as soldiers.

You asked them various questions, be it about the quest or some daily things; like what's your favourite TV-Show.

It wasn't long till you slumped, actually passing out from something akin to exhaustion and sleep, body leaning against Apollo—who had long wrapped an arm around you in a protective manner.

Jason stood up, taking your legs and moving them onto the couch. Getting a blanket from the footstool—where are tower of them was stacked—and covering you a bit to the hips with it.

Percy couldn't help himself but to stare at the marks—he first took notice of them when you handing him a gummy-bear—which covers your arms, starting from your wrist and ending somewhere at your neck or collarbone.

He had seen these types of Marks before. Racking his brain for the information he had read about or being told from.

Oh.

Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and pointing—accusingly—at you. Head turning to Annabeth and again his mouth had been faster than his brain.

»That's THE DEMON OF OLYMPUS!« he had shouted it so loud, that your body jerked up—stirring awake is what you begun, already mumbling something sleepily out of context.

Apollo moved you quickly into his arms, shushing you gently back to the dreamlands and humming a little tune of it.

A mess had started to erupt between them all.

»I know! It's still highly disrespectful to point that out, seaweed brain!« Annabeth slapped him hard against the shoulder.

»Do you have a death wish, Jackson? Do you want us get killed?« hissed Nico, giving a glare, sitting uptight again and body going absolutely rigid stiff.

The worst part for Percy was probably the disbelieving disappointment frown on both, Jasons and Apollos—though his frown looked more like concealed bubbling anger—face.

Apollon stood up with you in his arms, ready to walk out. Will was about to stand up as well, wanting to go with his father.

»I'll take it from here boys. I expect from you two to inform your friends properly now, to ensure that such outrageous behaviour won't happen again.«

»Wow, way to go Percy. Upsetting one of the kinder gods in just one go.« Will wanted to laugh, to make it seem that it wasn't that bad, but his laugh came more like a strangled cry out.

»How many times did we, did I, told you to keep your mouth shut in more than just one occasion?!« chastised Annabeth, giving him another shoulder slap.

»No, honestly Percy, be fucking glad Pa had another slumber episode of his or you would....I don't know, but it wouldn't be nice.«

»But he's the Demon of Olympus! Isn't he not? The marks of Zeus's banning are a clear sign of it. I don't get why we need help from an evil deity who also deceives everyone to believe he's being known as a lesser god«

»Even for you Perseus, that's a new personal low! How dare you to say such horrible things about my Pa.« Jason stomped off, the anger radiating off and his face slightly red from it.

Will had decided to inform Percy properly about his dad's complete and historical story. He didn't want his parents to be offended—or feel upset and angered—after all they need their help and support for the upcoming—already starting—quest.

You're the brother, a child from Nyx, of Hypnos. It is true, your actual deity personality, form and power is akin to one of chaos—you're a personification of weather—raging storms to be exact—and a sneer of demonic vileness petty violence.

During a darker time in history, Zeus had strikes you with lightning—sealing your actuality, banning them for a balance—and splitting you into what you are now; god of tranquility and slumber.

The splitting had also caused a turn in personality itself. Making you more childish, airhead and forgetful. Kindness from you, comes not completely naturally—feeling more forced without meaning to, though you do love and this was a genuine one.

»Yeah okay, but why is Demosonos—uh, [Name], with your father, Will?«

»They're married?«

»Why?«

»You're officially demoted from Seaweed brain to dumbweed brain.« muttered Nico, pinching the bridge of his nose.

»They married for like years and that's because out of actual love and I'm not gonna tell you their sappy love story.«

»Still I don't get how like Lord Apollo, who blends like the sun, is being married freely to someone like him, a actual demonic person«

»I–oh my fucking god, Percy. My dads are married because they love one another, completely smitten they are, how hard is that to understand?!« Will groaned in desperation, taking a handful of biscuits again—had he almost eaten the whole bowl.

And Nico thought, how a great way to upset a God and already dooming their quest in the very beginning.

~~~

Jason felt hesitant, as if he were five again and didn't wanted to disrupt his parents sleeps because he had a nightmare, to step into the bedroom.

Respectfully he knocked a few times on the door, before opening it and stepping inside.

The bedroom was almost shrouded in complete darkness, except for the dimmed nightshade next to the bed.

Apollo had acknowledged his son, didn't say anything though—to occupied to lay in bed next to you, hand supporting his head as he drove his fingers through your hair.

A cooled washcloth was placed over your face. You hadn't started to sweat, sign of upcoming fever, but Apollon didn't wanted to risk it—doing a prevention beforehand.

What most, be it his own kind or humans, didn't know is that Zeus lightning strike to you has caused more than just a split personality—created a rift in your health, leaving you vulnerable and weak and prone to sickness.

Apollo couldn't do much about it. Not even with his powers of healing, leaving him a pit of despair and self-hatred whenever you got sick.

»Do you know the actual, not that stupidly outrageous idea of us gods being unfaithful, I mean some truly are, reason, why we have decided to let you and Will and all your other siblings been born from Humans?«

»No,« Jason shook his head, debating with himself if he should sit or lay down next to you, in the end he chose a mix of both.

Jason had sometimes wonders why it always had been that way—being born from humans and a deity—even though gods and goddesses could bear children just as well.

When he had been younger, wasn't all that long ago in his early teen years—memory still fresh in mind and sometimes upsetting him—he had accused his father, they had another argument that day, he never had loved dad in the beginning and being unfaithful to him—cheating with woman's and only seeing you as some kind of trophy.

That day was the only day and time where Jason had seen Apollo with actual anger on his face. The kind of anger which bubbles in you till it turns into hatred and pettiness.

»It's because your dad wouldn't survive the procedure of giving birth and I mind you, the whole explanatory of the aspect itself of how we gods and goddesses giving birth and the many various ways to do so, is chaotic complexing on its own.«

»You mean, dad would die? But you are immortals and immortals aren't meant to die«

»Yes and no. Even though we're immortals of eternity, there are still ways—ancient barbaric ones—to kills us or at least in a sense of us being dead. No, no, Jay, the reason isn't death, he just wouldn't survive.«

Jason furrowed his brows, not understanding what his father meant or trying to tell him.

»You well aware of what happened to your dad, his history. Zeus had strike him down, leaving him in the few hours of unconsciousness—which had caused a spurt of utterly violent storms throughout the land—vulnerable and unable to defend himself against any sort of danger and hostile.«

»Are you trying to tell me that, Zeus had, you know—with dad?«

»Dear lord! Jason! Absolutely not! Don't ever think of such disgusting scenarios and manners again.«

Apollo sighed deeply, not having expected his Son to come to such conclusions. You stirred again, your hand coming up to your face and taking the washcloth off.

Bleary you opened your eyes, trying to make out where you are and who you are.

Apollo, praying silent apologies already, leaning down to you—pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and with a quick whisper of humming lullaby, brought you back into the grips of slumber. Unconscious you rolled onto your side, over to him and into his arms.

»You put him into force sleep! Didn't you told us to never use our powers of sleep in such forceful ways? It's a rule number one!«

Apollo raised a brow at his son, who looked absolutely mortified for a good minute and turned into distasteful disappointment.

»Now now, my son, don't give me such gaze. I too am not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. It's still a sensitive topic and I don't want to cause a distress, disturbance or even distrust perhaps. Now, where was I? Aah yes—«

»So like I said, during the hours of unconsciousness, a wave of sickness rolled over—custody of Pandora's box being opened—and infected painfully your dad. Leaving him, once he had woke up, in a whimpering withering anxiety filled mess.«

»And that's how you meet Dad then, right?«

»That's a story for another, but yes. Anyways, to what I'm trying to say is, your dad is still too vulnerable and weak—sickness prone, to be able to handle the whole procedure of giving birth. I mean we tried it once and only, but.....let's just say, dad still has scars from it. And thus the reason why we and perhaps most of us gods, decided to let our children been born from humans.«

Jason gulped, trying to not choke on his tighten up throat. He hadn't been aware of it, how the true story had happened, but it all makes so much sense now.

The times you got so bedridden, unable to do anything but sleep, that Will cried for days and nights thinking you're about to die from incurable illness.

Or when Will had been still a child, having gotten a nasty flu and you had to take care of Will and him—Jason himself had been in some bad mood the whole week to even consider to help you out as he was the older brother after all—all on your own, because his father had been away for business trips—and you looked so exhausted and ready to pass out any minute, that Jason hadn't even question back then why you took pills after pills and chugged cups of coffee.

Jason understands so much better now, why you never got angry—like he had been, when founding out—when Apollo had intercourse with yet another woman.

He understood why you're so prone to sudden collapse of exhaustion and slumbering sleep during the day or in the middle of doing something.

And then he felt a rush of rage through his blood.

You didn't deserve to be treated like this, to be frowned upon down or with that false kindness the other deities treated you with.

You didn't deserve to either called a demonic being or naively dumbling of airy forgetfulness.

Jason hated it. Hated them, the ones above and those below. How dare they to make you feel so unwanted and filling you with seeds of self-hatred and anxiety—when you give nothing but pure love to him and his siblings.

Jason wasn't blind, his father neither—though the man chose to completely ignore it, when you once again had puffy red rimmed eyes—when you had cried in the bathroom during nights and mumbling things to yourself, Jason didn't want to repeat.

Jason decided, this prophecy wasn't worth it to bring you once again pain and remind you of the haunting past.

If it meant to sabotage the quest, he would do. After all his loyalty and love belongs to only you and not to the greater ones above, who hadn't even the slightest fuck to give about their children.

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Halloween Event 2023 — The Kamome Monster Nursery Monstagram Account

Hello all! In this post, we've compiled the event hosted on AidaIro's Twitter account in 2023 to celebrate Halloween: a return to the Kamome Monster Nursery!

This time, we take a look at the nursery's new social media account...

🎃Announcement🎃 To all nearby residents: First, allow us to express our gratitude to everyone for always being such good neighbors to our monsters and researchers. Tonight, we have taken it upon ourselves to review a common concern we receive: that our facility seems dangerous and gives people the creeps.

In light of this, we have decided to set up a social media account to allow all of you to see our monsters and researchers in action. By viewing the feats and day-to-day lives of our nursery, we hope it may help you better understand our noble mission. 🎃🎃🎃

—The large-scale social networking service, "Monstagram"... Apparently there's an account on there that posts not just the day-to-day lives of humans, but monsters as well...

What spine-chilling lives could these monsters possibly be leading? With shaky hands, I decided to take a peek at this "Kamome Monster Nursery" account on "Monstagram"...

There are already a few posts here. Now, which one should I view first...?

POLL:

【We're gonna bite'cha!】✅

【The Monster Prodigy】

【Aim to hollow out your opponent, and... Punch!】

【Who's up? ～Whispering Sweet Nothings・For Eternity...～】✅

Alright, let's open up Monstagram...

【Who's up? ～Whispering Sweet Nothings・For Eternity...～】 Oops! I accidentally clicked on a weird video! This man is treating me like a kitten. Is the sexy voice really necessary...? I think I'll go to sleep early tonight...

【We're gonna bite'cha!】 It's a video of three monsters practicing their dance moves. Their footwork's a mess, but you can tell they're giving it their all. I wonder if they're going to put on a show...?

—Setting aside that researcher's cryptic video, it seems to me that the monsters are planning something. What could it be...? Now, which one should I look at tomorrow?

POLL:

【The Monster Prodigy】✅

【Aim to hollow out your opponent, and... Punch!】 

【Outing With the Older Boys】✅

OK, let's open up Monstagram again...

【Outing With the Older Boys】 Three monsters are being lead through town by an adult monster and an adult human male. The monster in front is leading them with a flag. He's so cool and collected... wow... I've decided: in my next life, I want to be reborn as a flag!

【Target Spotted!】 I found the continuation to the last photo. It seems they went to the city to go shopping. The monster is pointing at a hat shop. I guess she found what she was looking for. That's nice.

【The Monster Prodigy】 The three monsters are practicing writing. There are envelopes and stationery nearby. Are they writing a letter to someone...? The one with the best handwriting out of the three of them seems to be the one with all the wings growing out of it. That one's so skilled, I... I can't even read it...

—I feel like I'm beginning to get an idea of what the monsters are planning. I'll take a look at the rest of the posts tomorrow...

I'm going to go on Monstagram today, too!

【Secret Nightly Routine】 I-I didn't know monsters could be this adorable...!! The secret to keeping her tail so fluffy is by brushing it daily and bribing it with cookies, it seems.

【Aim to hollow out your opponent, and... Punch!】 The Three Monsters are training. No way — are they preparing for battle...!? Maybe they're planning on beating somebody up. Monsters are awesome... ...

—Tomorrow it will finally be Halloween. I wonder how they're all going to spend it......

Looks like they didn't post any updates on Monstagram today. The monsters and researchers must be too busy to post anything.

Judging by the posts I saw, those monsters were probably doing all that work in preparation for today. I wonder if the three of them are enjoying Halloween with the researchers right now...? If they come to town, I'll hand out treats to them... ...

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃

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I’ll Miss You (Divorcing the Ancient Cookies)

Angst really was overdue for a while! Sometimes, it’s for the best in these situations..

You noticed that Pure Vanilla was rather bright and friendly towards White Lily, even more-so then he was with you. You tried to ignore it and try to say it was just their friendship being nice to justify it, but it became harder to do so when you saw how nice he was her.

When Pure Vanilla came home to your castle’s chambers, he already knew by the atmosphere that something was wrong, he was worried as he asked what was wrong?

You announced separation.

He was already crying as he pleaded with you to reconsider, he didn’t mean to make you feel neglected, he was so sorry, you were way more important to him. He kept pleading as tears overwhelmed his eyes, voice shaky beyond belief.

Time would go by, you two would remain friends…but Pure Vanilla will forever be haunted with the guilt of losing you…you didn’t deserve to lose him…his heart couldn’t bear to see you with another cookie…

He will never love anyone else as much as you….

Hollyberry was always going out, traveling the lands and fighting ferocious monsters. They were only once in a while, but they started to get more and more frequent…leaving you alone at home more and more. You tried to stick it out, but it only ended up hurting more and more…until you made the painful decision to announce separation.

If she wanted to be free to venture the world with nothing tying her down…then you’ll set her free…

You had never seen someone go a complete 180 in personality. She ran straight towards you and enveloped in one of her crushing hugs. No…no! You two cannot separate…not now…not ever! She did want to travel the farthest reaches of Earthbread and fight the most terrible monsters…but she did not want to lose you…

You returned the hug as you tell her you’ll always love her. This only made her cry harder as she realized how much she’ll miss you too, it felt like agony. She whispers in your ear that she loves you too. She loves you so, so, so much…

Every cookie in the kingdom could tell Hollyberry wasn’t nearly as jolly and cheery as she used to be, her heart felt empty without you. She can never shake off this agonizing feeling of her broken heart.

She didn’t care nor want adventure and excitement from fighting monsters…what she truly wanted was you…

Dark Cacao was paranoid, he wanted that wall fortified by any means necessary, he dedicated all his time and effort to making sure the kingdom’s defenses were in top shape to fend off any siege. You were proud of him for being protective and considerate of his kingdom and the cookies within, but you felt like he was growing more and more distant with you.

It didn’t help that his advisor, Affogato Cookie, insisted that Dark Cacao focused on the castle, it had to be able to fend off a whole army! Cacao promised time and time again that tonight would be the night dedicated to the both of you. Cue him being too busy about the Wall again…another evening together…never fulfilled.

It was clear that his kingdom was his top priority and while you fine with it, it still hurt you to see that he won’t step away from a moment to show that he still loves you, nor keep to his promises of time together.

He’ll be the most collected of the ancients when came time to separate, but on the inside was his emotions go haywire. He’ll be insistent that THIS TIME, he’ll drop everything this evening to spend with you! Please give him this chance…

He struggled to keep himself together when around you, it made his heart ache when he saw you talk to cookies with the kindness and happy mood that you used to talk to him with. It made his regrets go through the roof.

He promises to get you back…in one way or another…

You were left wondering these days if Golden Cheese valued her gold and treasures more then she did valuing you. She says that she needed to keep up her reputation and alike, but when she showed more excitement for the gifts her subjects brought her then your homemade ones, it made you wonder if you were loving her enough…

You tried and tried to make gifts that were up to her standards, but…nothing seemed to work. The guilt of you believing that you were not enough to make her feel loved anymore grew worse and worse…until the thought of splitting came to you. Golden acheese deserved someone who was capable of making her happy, capable of making gifts that made her happy…

She flew into a fit of sorrow and rage, who was telling you that she didn’t love you enough?! They will pay for their rancid nonsense! She didn’t want to believe that she was the one to tank your relationship, hurting you is the last thing she wanted to do! It would take you and some of her subjects holding her close to calm her down.

It would finally dawn on her that she had no excuses, she under-appreciated you and your efforts. She allowed her desire to be spoiled in her riches to take over, she regretted this so much…your homemade presents have so much more value, she didn’t deserve them…

The castle felt empty with you gone, she didn’t have the energy to mercilessly rule over her subjects, she actually grew to detest the shiny gifts her subjects gave her, it was a constant reminder that amongst all these riches, she lost the one treasure that shined to her the most..

She’d even sell her whole kingdom just to have the chance to earn you and your trust again….all these riches…they didn’t matter anymore….only you mattered

No.

White Lily is not even going to get it to that point, you’re her special cookie. She’s ready to drop her pursuit for the creation of a perfect cookie if she detects that it’s affecting you in any way and capacity.

But by the off chance that it does, she’ll already be all over you, crying and pleading that no magic was any more special then you. She’s completely willing to give it all up to keep you by her side! Walking away won’t do you any good, she’s already clung her arms around your legs.

She won’t let mere pieces of paper stand in her way, they didn’t matter to her in the slightest. She loves you too much to let you go that easily. She’s terrified that once she lets you go, she’ll never be able to hold onto you ever again…

Similar to Pure Vanilla but to even worse extent. She can never move on from you, the mere thought of giving her love to another or you doing so broke her heart…she wouldn’t want to move on anyway. You were hers as she belonged to you…

She was nothing without you…you…are her everything…

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Just like Daddy

pairing: CEO!Husband/Dad!Chris x Wife/mom!Reader

Summary: With Halloween's arrival, there’s nothing but festive cheers at the Evan's household, with a few surprises too! ‼️Major Dilf and family man Chris‼️ (Warnings: Cockwarming)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Can be read as part of Sugar Baby love, but not necessarily ♥️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

October 31st, one of the most festive times of the year, well not for me usually. That was until I met Y/n and we had Zamira. I finally had something to look forward to come home to, my own family. So that’s why I made it a rule to come home every day for lunch. This year my darling Y/n had made it a mission to keep her and Zizi's costume a secret from me.

Opening the front door of our home, I was met with the chaotic atmosphere I learned to love, the sounds of Zamira shouting throughout the house with Dodger hot on her trail, and the smell of Y/n's treats filling my nostrils.

Leaving my briefcase and blazer by the door, I followed the scent into the kitchen to see my hot ass wife in her cute pink apron I had gotten her, her lovely self humming as she transferred the newly baked cookies onto the cooling tray. “Hey pretty girl” I whispered grabbing onto her softly from behind, hugging her waist against me.

“You’re home Chrissy” She said softly turning around in my grasp, her arms looping around my neck to bring me in for a soft wet kiss, her tongue tying in with mine briefly. “I missed you today, so did Zizi” She pouted looking up at me while loosening my tie, my heart pounding every time she even touched me. “Trust me baby, I missed my favourite girls even more” Nuzzling my nose into her neck inhaling her scent peacefully, I felt her hands play gently with the hairs on the back of my neck, her lips putting soft kisses onto the side of my head.

“DADA” I heard a small voice shout, along with the pitter patter of small feet and paws, Dodger’s barks sounding closer and closer. In came tumbling my pumpkin, dressed in her princess dress and crown, a fake sword held tightly in her small hand.

Dropping her weapon instantly she held her hand upwards towards me, a sign for me to pick her up. “Hey bubby, I missed ya today” I said feeling her hug onto me tightly as Y/n smiled at us both before continuing her baking session. “I missed you dada, I was busy getting monsters” She said dramatically, re-enacting how she killed the “monsters” with her hands.

“Oh really bub? aren’t you brave” I cooed watching her nod enthusiastically, her hair bouncing along with her

“Mhm even momma said I was brave, didn’t ya momma” She said turning towards Y/n, a part of me swelling with pride when I heard my accent coming through Zamira, she was a part of me.

“Yes you were so brave baby, momma was so scared of those evil monsters under our bed” Y/n said with a serious look, coming over to us both and smothering Zizi with a multitude of kisses, enough for her squeals to fill the household.

“Is this your costume princess?” I asked smoothing out the frills of her Rapunzel dress, expecting this to be it, since her last costume was Elsa from Frozen.

“Nuh uh dada, m'not ready yet” Her arms and legs flailing about to get down from my arms, watching as she tugged onto Y/n's arms,

“Momma can we get ready noww, I wanna show dada the costume” She begged bouncing on her feet, Y/n sighing in defeat before nodding and picking her up to bring her upstairs. Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, I watched them both climb up the staircase, Zamira waving at me the higher she got up. This girl was going to be the death of me.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Good job for not tellin daddy baby” I cooed helping her get on her new white button up, grey trousers, mini grey blazer and last but not least her striking purple tie (something she said she would die without) In her hands a tiny miniature briefcase just like my husband’s.

“Do ya think dada will wike it?” She asked cutely, clearly nervous and spouting that same lisp that Chris has.

“Of course honey bun, he will absolutely love it are you kiddin me? Or are you not his best girl” I said pinching her cheek, her missing tooth smile brightening up the whole room. “Momma can we match again next hawoween?”

“I'd love to baby” I said standing up to straighten my own costume before taking her small hand in mind, her cute little legs trying to keep up with mine as we climbed down the stairs. Her soft face furrowed in focus trying to step down carefully and once we hit ground? She let loose.

“DADA MY COSTUME IS READYY” Running around crazily until she bumped into her daddy right where we left him in the kitchen, a bright smile on his face when he saw her.

“N' who are you meant to be pumpkin?”

“M’ jus like you daddy” She squealed happily, twirling around in her mini carbon copy of a suit, even showing off her tiny briefcase to finish it off.

“OH WOW BABYGIRL, DONT YOU LOOK ADORABLE” He shouted in response, his smile widening with every detail of her costume, listening to how she thought of the details herself.

“Buh dada I didn’t wan a black tie, too boring, so I got purple instead” She said pouting up at him,

“Oh it looks amazing honey, I think I should get one of those for work, what d'ya think”

She nodded enthusiastically, Chris laughing as he sat her onto the counter fixing her ponytail like a total girl’s dad.

“Mhm I even got fake money too” She said excitedly opening her brief case to expose lots of fake dollar bills.

“Me n momma are matchin”

“Oh is that right?” Chris said quirking up a brow, my heels clicking against the marble floor, walking towards them with a clip board in my hand.

“N' what’re you meant to be?” Chris said handing Zizi a lollipop from the cupboard before sauntering over towards me, his hands interlacing themselves with mine before pulling me closer towards him.

“I’m her assistant” I smirked, my same white button down, grey pencil skirt and lanyard from my first day at his company adorned onto my body.

“Mhm I remember this outfit as if it was yesterday, the way we started” He growled massaging my hips through the skirt, his eyes raking up and down my body unashamedly. His thoughts being cut off by our doorbell going all crazy, hearing the shouts of Lisa through the front door.

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“Hey ma” I said opening the door to see Lisa holding the other kids, today she had made it a new tradition to take her grandkids out every halloween for trick or treating, ending the night with a sleepover at hers. Thankfully giving us a guaranteed day off once a year.

“Alright Zizi Gran's here”

Zamira jumped off the counter with a bit of a scolding from Chris, running off towards her grandmother with her briefcase without even a mention of a goodbye and off they went for the night. Closing the door with a sigh, I was instantly met with Chris' burly arms pulling me up into his arms, one of them being under my leg.

“Chris what on Earth are you doing?” I laughed, his face wearing a childish grin while he ran us both upstairs into our bedroom before collapsing us both onto our king sized bed. His breathing getting heavier as he took off his work clothes, with his hands then starting to unbutton mine.

“Hon, wait-“ I said grabbing onto his hands, his face contorted in confusion as he leant back a bit while straddling me.

“Sorry baby, ya not in the mood? That’s on me I shoulda asked, if-“ He started to ramble, so I shut him up with one hell of a kiss.

“I do want to have sex with you Chris, I jus feel like you need to know somethin beforehand”

I explained, his forehead now leaning onto mine, his lips ghosting over mine by a few centimetres.

“What is it pretty? You’re worryin your old man here” He joked now pulling me up to sit, both of us sitting facing each other on top of the comforter.

“I-I’m pregnant Chrissy” I said straight up, wanting to get the hardest part over and done with. His eyes widening and mouth falling agape, both of us just sitting in silence before he broke into a million dollar smile

“ARE YA SERIOUS? WE HAVIN ANOTHER BABY? THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER” He shouted standing up and holding his head, his eyes glossing up along with mine. “How far along are you? Have you scheduled with the Doctor? Do you need anything-“

“Chris i’m fine, i’ve seen the doctor and i’m 12 weeks along, turns out that food poisoning wasn’t actually to do with food”

“Yeah I was wonderin cause Zizi and I felt fine afterwards. Why were you so hesitant to tell me bub?” He said sitting beside me,

“W-well I guess I kept overthinking about what would have happened if we never met and it caused me to spiral-“

“Y/n shush, I guarantee that if you hadn’t have crossed my way, I woulda found a way to cross yours. What we have is true fucking love baby and no one else will ever and and no one will ever get the chance to make me feel this way ever again. Hell even in the afterlife you know i’ll chase after your sweet ass. Ya hear me?”

“Mhm I hear you”

“Ya promise?”

“I promise, I love you”

“I love you too bunny, now i’m gonna shower and afterwards we are gonna cuddle the fuck out alright”

“Okay okay i’ll be waiting here for ya” I chuckled getting up to change into one of his shirts, hearing him scuffle around the room for his necessities before hearing the bathroom door close shut.

(Chris' P.O.V)

After my shower I walked out to see my precious girl hugging onto my pillow cutely, her mouth partially open with her hair spread out behind her. With me usually sleeping in the nude (with my iron man doll) I slipped into bed beside her, scooting over to spoon her. My hands slipped up her shirt to grab onto her breasts, the perfect hand holders I say.

In response to my touch I felt her back up against me, her ass grinding against my crotch innocently, the only thing separating us was her flimsy lace underwear.

“Bunny?” I whispered into her ear, hearing her whimper back in response turning over to face me, her eyes lidded open slightly. A sleepy dazed look gracing her beautiful face.

“Hey Chrissy” She whispered with a lopsided smile on her face, moving herself to be even closer to me.

“I wanna feel you. Closer” Knowing what I meant, she kissed my lips softly, a string of saliva connecting our lips as she pulled away. She turned back around to her side to hug the pillow again, leaving me to it. With my hands once again wandering up the shirt, I let my fingers circle over her clit softly, her body twitching in the slightest when I knew she was about to cum.

“Come on baby, you can let go, I’m here with ya” Kissing the back of her ear I felt her shiver and shudder, her slickness covering my fingers as I used it for lube up her pretty hole.

“Okay baby i’m going in alright”

“Mhm o-ok” She whispered, her arm going to the back of my her head to caress my hair as I sunk into her soft pussy. Both of us breathing out in relier as I settled into her, my hands finding their way to grope her breasts once again.

“G'night bunny” I whispered giving her nipples a tug before hearing her reply with words of endearment.

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“You’ve been out of it all day kid, you alright?” Morgan whispers next to me nudging me in the arm. y/n is sitting in the passenger seat of the fbi car and the last thing I want is her to find out that I’ve been “out of it” because I was to busy thinking about how I’m going to confess my undying love for her - I figured it out I’m gonna write her a love note using quotes from her favorite pomes-. “I’m fine Morgan” I whisper back “bullshit” Morgan mumbles “not bullshit” I retaliate rolling my eyes.

“What are you boys whisper fighting about back there? Do I really need to separate you like you’re children?” Y/n says from the passenger seat.

“Sorry mamas” Morgan says with a smirk.

“Good, spencer?” She says turning around to look at me my face flushes “s-sorry ma’am” I mutter.

“Good boy, now no more bickering” she says, my face is bright red when she winks at me. I’m ashamed of the way my pants tighten at her comment even though it was a joke, I wanna be her good boy…

“Ok guys were here ready to get on the jet?” Hotch says from the drivers seat. Me, Morgan, and y/n climb out of the car and make our way onto the jet. I find a seat near the bathroom and pull my notebook out of my satchel to write her note, I want her to know how I feel about her even if she doesn’t feel the same.

When we get back to Virginia headquarters me and y/n are talking while she waits for her taxi home, I slip the note into her back pocket as she digs in her purse for her phone.

On my way home my heart is racing and I’m sure she will never want to talk to me again let alone feel the same when she reads the note but little did I know…

Y/n pov:

I finally get home as soon as I walk through the door I drop all my things on the floor and toss my keys on the kitchen table. I get to my room and start stripping off my work clothes, I pull a white tank top and some pretty tight sleep shorts out of my dresser and pull the on, something catches my eye as I’m changing and I pull a piece of paper out of the pocket of my work pants.

I opened it as I flop on my stomach onto my bed.

The note reads:

You’re eyes are as blue as the sea if I didn’t have you to pull me out I could stare into them for so long I’d lose all sense of direction.

Your smile could light up a room full of the saddest people in the world.

Your body was blessed by the gods every dip and curve is perfect.

If I look at your freckles for long enough I’m sure I could find Constellations.

I’m so deathly in love you y/n y/l/n.

- yours sincerely spencer Reid.

My eyes practically fall out of my head when i read the name at the bottom. Spencer Reid? My Spencer Reid? Boy genius spencer Reid? Spencer Reid I’ve had a crush on for 2 years spencer Reid?

I’m now pacing around my room it’s raining outside but I open my front door and step outside, it’s summer so the rain is warm. Spencer only lives a block away so I grab my flipflops and close my apartment door and run to his apartment.

My tank top is glued to my chest my hair is sticking to my face there is rain in my eyes but I knock on Spencer’s door and when he opens I’m met with the hottest sight ever, he’s wearing his glasses with no shirt on, his hair is wet, and he’s wearing the Cookie Monster pajama pants I got him for his birthday.

“Y/n?” He says his voice slightly gruff.

“I- damn spencer you look great. Anyway I got your note…” I say breathless.

“Oh uh yea it’s totally ok if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted to put myself out there like you taught me” he says rubbing his neck nervously. I don’t know any other way to show him how I feel so I walk in and pull him down to my height to whisper in his ear “kiss me spencer” I say and he grabs my waist and kisses me like he hasn’t kissed a woman In years.

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Babysitter (2)

Cookies And Cuteness

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 2- W/c 3.2k

Cookies And Cuteness Ringing the bell, you waited patiently outside the Maximoff's residence for Mr Jarvis, or Vision as Wanda had told you to call him despite what he says, to answer the door and let you in from the slight chill from the wind. After a minute or so, the blonde man appeared, dressed in another suit and ready to leave.

"The boys are inside," is all he says before brushing past you, walking towards his car and climbing in without looking back at you. You ignore his lack of greeting and make your way inside to see the twins sitting at the table, grumpily slouched over their work that's on the table.

"What did the paper ever do to you, Tommy?" you tease, noticing the scowl he was giving the sheets in front of him.

"Y/n!" Both boys cheer, jumping out of their chairs and sprinting over to you at the door frame, their small bodies colliding with your legs as they hug you. "Can we go to Mars now?" Tommy looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, his brother mirroring the look making your composure almost falter. "Please?" he tries again, your heart struggling to deal with the way they were looking at you with such hopeful expressions.

"Once you finish your work," you manage to say the right thing instead of giving into them and doing as they wish. You hear a noise of complaint from Tommy and merely give him a semi-stern look to make him not argue back. You sit with them as they finish off the last few questions, Billy finishing before his brother and trying to patiently wait, his body practically buzzing with excitement.

Tommy soon completes the last question, both of their heads snapping over to you with grins on their faces. A chuckle leaves your lips at the anticipation on their faces and wonder how a game could get two boys so easily excited. The sound of your chair moving backwards has them leaping out of their seats and into the living room, you following swiftly behind.

"Pshhht, this is your captain speaking again," your hand makes the same shape as it did on Friday, a fist that was supposedly supposed to be a radio thing to talk into. "Are you ready for the Mission to Mars?"

"Yeah!" they both exclaim, standing on either side of you.

"Taking off in 5..." you let them take over the countdown once again, watching how their faces light up.

"4...3...2...1!" This time you wrap an arm around both twins, lifting them up and spinning in a circle to make them squeal with excitement and joy. You walk around the sofa with them in your arms and gently drop them onto it, their bodies bouncing on the cushions while cute giggles spill from their lips.

"Oh no," your voice feigns worry, "There's a tickle monster on Mars!" you chase the boys who scream as they rush off the sofa, running around trying to escape you. You pull Tommy back gently, trapping him with one arm while the other tickles him relentlessly. Laughter tumbles from him as his body squirms in your hold, you eventually letting him go by dropping him on the sofa again with a teasing smile. Your attention turns to Billy, whose face momentarily pales, and walk towards him, face softening. "The only way to stop the tickle monster is to hug them," you whisper, him crashing into your body to stop you from tickling him. Cuteness overloads you as he clings onto you, hugging your leg and looking up at you with a grateful smile. "Ahhhh," you fall back onto the sofa, Tommy watching next to you as Billy falls with you, "You defeated the Tickle Monster!"

The two of them start to laugh as you dramatically act dead, them poking you making you laugh as well, poking them back until you hear the sound of a belly rumble.

"Seems like defeating the Tickle monster made you hungry," you tease Billy, who shyly smiles, his brother grinning at him.

"Can we make cookies, Y/n?" Tommy questions, Billy's eyes lighting up at the idea of food, especially cookies.

"Do either of you know how to make cookies?" you sit upright, back cracking slightly as you move from the awkward position the tickle monster died in. They shake their head at you with sheepish smiles, you trying hard to remember how your father used to make them with you. "I guess we're doing it the Y/l/n style way then," standing from the chair, you make your way into the kitchen, a small 'wow' leaving your lips as you properly take in the grand room.

With the gaze of two intrigued boys on you, you search the cupboards for the ingredients you would need before placing them on the kitchen island and finding the equipment you would need.

"Have you ever helped your mom make cookies?" you ask, turning your attention from the flour bag to the twins.

"We help..." Tommy says, Billy hiding his smile behind his hands as his brother tells a half truth.

"Oh really?" they both nod their head, "What do you help with?"

"We taste the chocolate chips and make sure they're ok to put in the cookies," Billy says, his brows furrowing when he can't see any with the other ingredients you've put out. "Where's the chocolate chips?"

"I hate to break it to you but there aren't any in these cookies," their faces drop at the news but you're quick to fix it, "But you get to decorate these cookies with icing, and we can cut them into shapes." Excitement reignites in their faces, and you chuckle at how cute they are.

"So, the first thing we need to do is preheat the oven and get the trays ready," you turn the oven on to 180 degrees and grab trays to grease and line with cookie sheets, the boys focussing as they watch you prepare the basics. "Now we measure out the ingredients," you help the boys measure out the ingredients on the scales until you have 225g of unsalted butter and caster sugar in separate bowls, along with 330g of plain flour in another.

Laughter echoes around the room as flour manages to get everywhere, Tommy ripping open the bag a little too enthusiastically resulting in you being covered in flour. Neither twin tells you about the massive streak of white powder on your face, deciding it would be funny to subtly giggle when you would look at them.

"Good job," you say when they manage to get everything done, "Ok, so now we need to beat the butter and the sugar together till it's light and fluffy. Then we'll add a splodge of vanilla extract and the egg."

"How much is a splodge?" Billy asks, turning to you when it's time to add the vanilla in.

"Uhh," you say, a little embarrassed as you're not sure how to describe it. "About a teaspoon?" he looks at you blankly as he has no idea how much that is. "I'll tell you when to stop," he starts to pour it in and when you consider it enough you stop him, Tommy then adding the egg while the food mixer beats it all together. "The next step is to put all the dry ingredients together," you watch closely as Tommy holds the bowl of flour still while Billy adds two teaspoons of baking powder with your help. "Now this is the important part," you say, them looking at you with concentrated looks, "We add the flour bowl into the wet bowl, but we have to do it slowly and not put it all in at once." Carefully, you get both of them to add in the flour and baking powder, the mixture becoming a dough.

"Why are you doing that?" Tommy curiously asks as you sprinkle a little flour onto a spare baking sheet.

"Putting flour down helps stop the dough sticking to the sheet when we roll it," you explain, him nodding in understanding, "We also do this to help with that issue," your hand sprinkles a little more onto the rolling pin before handing it towards them. "Who wants to roll the dough?" Tommy decides he'll roll it with your help while Billy searches for cookie cutters.

Within a few minutes, you have all the dough cut into various shapes, some simple circles while others are in heart or star shapes, one being a weird blob as it was the excess dough that wasn't enough to fill a cutter.

"While they're in the oven, how about you two draw some designs of how you want to decorate the cookies?" Their eyes widen in excitement, especially Billy, before they rush off to grab pencil crayons and paper. You watch with a smile on your face, remembering the many times you did this with your father. While you clean up all the dishes you've used, washing and drying them in record speed and moving to grab what you need for the icing, the memory of icing sugar getting everywhere when you made it with your dad invades your thoughts, his beard covered in a white dust while he would chase you, trying to hug you and get you covered in the powder.

Around ten minutes later, the oven beeps and you take the trays out, moving them to a cooling rack and ushering the twins back to the table to continue drawing after they leaped from their seats at the timer going off. You make piping bags out of plastic wallets, hoping Wanda wouldn't mind the fact you just cut the tips off two bags for the boys to use, and fill them halfway with the icing you made.

"Ok, so you each get a few cookies to decorate," you give them each an equal amount and watch as they start to try and copy a few designs. Billy adds a few sprinkles to his in an artistic way, your lips tugging up into a smile at how happy he looks while Tommy tries to add as many as he could to get a sugar rush, you having to give him a 'sprinkle ban'. Eventually, you end up with an array of...artistic cookies? Creative cookies? You weren't sure how to describe them, all you knew was that they looked good considering the age of the twins. When you looked over them once again, your eye caught a certain cookie that Billy had made.

"This is amazing Billy," the cookie was cut into a heart shape with the white icing spread almost evenly all the way across it, sprinkles spelling out 'Mom' while also lining the edge of the cookie. His face lit up at your praise, Tommy also looking at the cookie in awe of his brother.

"Thank you, Y/n," his voice quiet as he looks up at you, "I made it for mom, I hope she likes it."

"She'll absolutely love it Billy," your hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing gently before he moves to put it on a plate. The boys place all the cookies on a large plate, you clean up the mess while they wash their hands and try a cookie each. You hear them talking about how good they are, trying to ask for another but you put your foot down and say they have to wait for their mother. "No more," you repeat when they try and give you puppy dog eyes once again, "Go and watch TV mini Maximoffs." Billy's and Tommy's eyes widen at the nickname you've given them, smiling breaking out on their faces implying they love it.

You wash the remaining bowls that were used, the sound of keys in the door catching your attention. You hear the boys call out to Wanda, excitedly telling her to follow them to the kitchen. After drying the last bowl, you turn around to face Wanda, who is now being shown all the cookies, her face softening at the one specially made for her. When her gaze meets you, an adorable laugh escapes her, a nervous smile breaking out on your face as she chuckles at you, shaking her head slightly.

"Oh sweetheart," she sighs out softly, a smile gracing her lips as she walks up to you. Frozen on the spot, you watch as she stops just in front of you, the scent of her perfume invading your senses making your body buzz at how close she was. Her fingers delicately hold your chin, tilting your head up to look at her more clearly while her other hand grabs a cloth from the countertop. Your eyes take in her features as you're so close, gaze lingering on her plump lips a little too long before snapping back to her enchanting green eyes when you feel her press the cloth against your forehead, wiping the flour streak off your face. "There you go," she murmurs almost lovingly, her fingers brushing over your cheeks for a second before returning to her side.

"Thank you," you manage out, face red at the interaction. Wanda simply smiles at you before turning back to her sons, asking them about their day while biting into the cookie Billy made for her, a sound of enjoyment escaping her which implants itself in your mind.

"These are delicious Y/n," her praise makes you smile, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest at the way she smiles at you, nose scrunching a little. "And they are decorated so nicely," she grins at her boys, bringing them in for side hugs and holding tightly to make them laugh.

"We have one more cookie to show," Tommy says, wriggling his way out of his mother's arms and finding a specific cookie hidden away. "This is for you Y/n," he presents to you the blob shaped cookie, now decorated in an abundance of sprinkles and icing making you feel fuzzy inside.

"Oh, Tommy," you say sincerely, "Thank you so much." He hands you the cookie in a tissue, you wrap it up in another so you can take it home while the boys persuade their mom to let them have another one to eat. They run off into the living room, munching away, while Wanda leans against the countertop next to you, arms wrapping around her middle as she tilts her head slightly while smiling tenderly.

"You didn't have to clean up, you know?" her fingers twirl her wedding ring around while she speaks to you, the action reminding you of the fact she's a married woman and you shouldn't be enjoying her company as much as you were.

"I couldn't just leave them for you to do, you've been working, and I made the mess," your tone is confused as she shakes her head, smiling still gracing her features though.

"Your parents must really love you helping around the house," she teases, your mood dampening at the mention of you parents, a fake smile covering up the change in spirit.

"Yeah, they must do," your voice goes quieter at the end, Wanda not noticing though because the boys start to disagree on something in the other room. Both of you go to investigate, finding them bickering about which cartoon to watch.

"Boys," Wanda says, her tone switching to a stern mother as she places her hands on her hips and looks at them. They stop but scowl at each other a little, you chuckle at how they switched from playing with one another to being mad.

"Hey mini Maximoffs," you interrupt, Wanda's brows raising at the nickname, face softening from her serious state, "Don't start arguing with each other and being bad for your mom." They look down a little guilty, Wanda mouthing a 'thank you' before she tells the boys to find something they both like.

"I'm going to head off now," you say once everything is settled, Wanda walking you to the door and paying you a more reasonable amount than last time.

"Thank you for taking care of them," her body leans against the door as you step outside, body angled to look at her."

"It was no problem, Wanda, enjoy the rest of your night."

"You too, get home safely," the door moves to close when you start to walk away, Wanda staring at your figure for a moment longer before fully closing the door.

***

Keys rattle in the door as you finally get home, shrugging your backpack off and carefully taking your cookie out your coat pocket and laying it on the table. You wander through your apartment, the only sound coming from the Tv in the living room makes you head there first.

"Hey mum..." you let the words die in your throat when you see your mother, her body slouched on the sofa, wine bottles scattered on the floor as her hand falls limp at her side. You let out a tired sigh, walking over to her slowly, picking up the empty wine glass and bottles to take them to the kitchen before going back to where she laid passed out. "Come on mum, wake up," you gently shake her, her sluggishly waking up a little.

"Go away," she slurs, trying to hit you away but failing miserably as she can barely keep her arm up.

"No come on, we need to get you in bed," you don't bother hiding the annoyance or disappointment in your voice, tired of how much she'd drink. It wasn't even eight o'clock on a Monday and she was wasted.

"Just fuck off," her words mumbled, you let out a defeated breath and making your way out of the room. You grab her a blanket and return to cover her with it, guiding her head from its awkward position and letting her sleep on the sofa.

"Love you too," you mutter in distaste, ignoring the groan coming from her and making your way to your own room. You crouch down, hands sliding under your bed looking for a box before pulling it out. Carefully, you open the lid, revealing the money Wanda gave you last week and now today as you put it in, smiling at the little progress.

With the money your dad left you and the money you were now saving, it wouldn't take long for you to have enough to rent out your own place and finally leave this home once you turned eighteen. You loved your mother like any child should, you did, but you couldn't help the way you started to hate her, despise her for the things she'd do or say to you. When you were younger you two were much closer, not as close as you and your father, but you still loved each other deeply until the incident happened and everything changed.

Before you could drown yourself in the hurtful thoughts, you pushed your body back to its feet, grabbing the cookie and taking it to your room to eat while finishing off the rest of your schoolwork. You thought back to today with the twins, a subconscious smile taking over your face when your thoughts drifted back to a certain older woman; the way her green eyes would gaze at you caringly, the soft and delicate touch of her fingers on your face, the angelic laughter that spilt from her lips.

You couldn't get her off your mind, and if you were being honest, you didn't want to.

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I totally didn't just take the cookie recipe from BBC food guides...

I'm not allowed in the kitchen, ok? I'll end up burning the house down.

I hope you enjoyed :)

Please leave any thoughts/comments, they're really appreciated <3

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Let us begin!  

Shadow Milk cookie had been sealed away by the mystical newfound powers of White Lily cookie, it seemed that the Beast-Yeast had plunged into a long-awaited peace. The hearts of the fairies were filled with sincere faith in their new guardian and the lands were immersed in a long celebration. White Lily cookie could finally live a full-fledged life, she talked warmly with old acquaintances and welcomed new ones. Everyone was laughing and singing, the atmosphere was light and filled with joyful bustle. The pressing bustle. Pure Vanilla used to enjoy watching the peaceful life of cookies, but this time he just needed some time alone. Even as a fresly-baked cookie he was extremelly sensitive to magic. There was no need to use eyes to see, the magical aura emanating from each cookie, cake-monster, and even flower could tell much more about them than sight. He understood it early enough. The aura of the Shadow Milk was the thing that plunged him into thought. They were the same. Cruelty, pretense and deception - that's what everyone else had faced. That was obvious and simple. But Pure Vanilla could feel that they had the same nature. To be honest, he never thought about his magical beginnings. His own aura had always been a part of him, was what he was. But Shadow Milk made him think about his own essence. Will he ever become like this, full of hatred and malice? He refused to believe it. But his thoughts would not let him go. He started spending most of his time in a dwelling on the outskirts of the fairy kingdom going out only at night when no one could disturb him. 

This went on for a while. Was it self-hypnosis or the effects of constant lack of sleep, but left all alone with himself he began to hear a distant whisper that grew louder and louder every day. The others slowly began to shy away from him, as he behaved more and more intensely and secretively towards others. It was him. The whisper was impossible to make out because of his haste, but Pure Vanilla was sure that the voice belonged to Shadow Milk. It was excruciatingly exhausting. It was almost impossible to sleep, and when sleep did come, the image of the Beast peeked through the dark space and came closer and closer, smiling slightly with sharp teeth. As soon as he got close enough to be clearly seen, his face would start to contort into a sinister grin, and Pure Vanilla would wake up breathing fast and anxiously. Such dreams never lasted longer than a few minutes, but it was enough to plunge the ancient hero into chaotic anxiety and discourage the desire to sleep until the body turns itself off. Reality and dream began to gradually mix for him, transforming existence into a terrible mental torture, the faces of the surrounding cookies could begin to melt in his vision and countless eyes began to open on all the surfaces surrounding him, intently watching his every move. But the most terrifying thing was the mirrors. The reflection was never compatible with reality, each time there were different frightening images on the other side. He could stand among the lifeless bodies of cookies that lay helplessly at his feet, could be in a space completely filled with strawberry jam (blood), could tear off the wings of the fairies that screamed in panic, could destroy the silver tree with his own hands, releasing great evil or ruthlessly kill all the other ancient heroes smiling sincerely. Sometimes Shadow Milk was there too, he stood next to him and watched Vanilla with a satisfied look on his face. Each time Vanilla covered the mirrors with a cloth, but as soon as he turned away for a moment the canvas itself fell to the floor, showing an even more terrible scene. All he had the strength to do was sit huddled in the darkest corner of the room, trying not to look at the horror around him.  

He didn't realize how much time had passed, but suddenly he heard a cautious knock on the door. Could this be another game of his weak mind? "Pure Vanilla, are you in there?” - he heard the alarmed voice of the White Lily cookie. How long has it been since he went outside? He was ashamed that he had made her worry. Despite his weakened state, he didn't want to bother anyone. Especially Lily. She had taken on too much, her life was so full of countless regrets and guilt to put even more responsibility on her. It's just his burden, no one else's. It is his fault that he is so weak that he suffers from his own consciousness, it is his fault that he cannot fight back. Using a fraction of his concentration, he got up from the floor and headed for the door. He should look okay, he should seem normal. He tried to clear his head of everything that had happened lately and creaked the door open a little. "Yes, do you need something?"  He tried to smile softly, which had always calmed Lily before, but his body wouldn't obey. The smile looked insincere and rather bothered her even more. “Actually yes, may I come in please? This is extremely important.” - Her voice sounded quite agitated, but pretty firm. He glanced uncertainly at his room. Watching eyes stared at him, and the walls swam in his gaze. But fortunately, he knew that Lily couldn't see it. “Of course, you may come in” - he opened the door completely, gesturing for the guest to enter. Lily quickly slipped into the room, while Vanilla closed the door. She checked the room anxiously, standing in front of the curtained mirror. She looked excitedly from the neglected room to Vanilla. “What is the matter? - He tilted his head slightly, showing uncertainty. Lily walked over to Vanilla and took his hands in hers, pulling them to her chest. His hands were very cold and shaking a bit. "Is everything okay? You don't act like yourself lately - she looked into his eyes with sorrow - you look terrible, have you been drinking or eating anything? Please just tell me, all I want is to help. There is nothing that cannot.......”. Lily's speech became more and more unintelligible when Vanilla noticed that Shadow Milk’s hand was slowly sticking out from under the fabric on the mirror, starting to pull off the canvas. Pure Vanilla’s breathing became erratic, and his eyes began to run around the room trying to ignore what was happening. Lily looked behind her, puzzled, but didn't notice a thing. “Vanilla?” - Lily asked uncertainly as he began to slowly back away. Suddenly, the fabric fell off the mirror and Shadow Milk slowly came out of it passing through the glass. “No - Pure Vanilla whispered when he put his back against the wall – this can’t be”. Shadow milk cut off Lily's head in one motion and threw it on the floor, laughing. Tears started pouring out of Vanilla's eyes. “Oh, what a pleasant meeting! I've been waiting so long for the opportunity to finally have a few words with you, it was SOOOOO exhausting – he chuckled - but to be honest, I would prefer to continue our nice conversation elsewhere!” He lightly touched the star on Vanilla's forehead with his hand, as the ancient hero lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor. “Pure Vanilla cookie!” - Lily screamed in panic when he passed out. 

“Ta-da!” - heard Vanilla and opened his eyes. He was levitating in the void, there was simply no other name for this place. There was nothing around, just small stars twinkling somewhere in the distance. The lack of ground underfoot felt extremely strange, but the Beast seemed to feel quite comfortable. “This is my place, make yourself at home!” - he smiled lively and took a silly pose in the nevisomost. “What is that all for? “ - Vanilla asked suspiciously in a weak voice. “Awwwww, you cookies are all the same! Always suspect something instead of just relaxing! But you're right this time, I had a great offer just for you!” - Vanilla could see the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “How about we become partners? You seem pretty reliable and I don't think you're going to piss me off too much” - he narrowed his eyes. It was unexpected. But Vanilla had no intention of helping anyone wreak havoc around the Earthbread. ”What made you think that I would agree?" - he watched warily as the Beast’s face instantly became more gloomy. “Alright, you have already started pissing me off! I can arrange a much more terrible fate for you than what I'm offering now” - he glared at Vanilla. “It doesn't matter. If my suffering is the price to pay to keep the world safe from you, then I'm ready” - Shadow Milk was getting furious in front of his eyes. “So you are such a martyr, yea? I’m sick from your sugary speeches, AGH! Do you think that your spirit power will overcome me, do you think that YOU can decide something here?” - he was almost growling when suddenly a malicious grin appeared on his face. “So you think you're a good guy, like someone who protects all the weak, right? Let me prove that this is NOT the case - he pointed his hand at vanilla – BANG!” A sharp pain pierced Vanilla's chest, and a terrible burning sensation spread throughout his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he was lying in bed at Lily's house in the Fairy kingdom. It was early morning, apparently, and the sun was shining through the wide window. Vanilla breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the hallucinations were gone. But he felt rather strange. He felt dizzy and.... hungry. Hunger.... Immediately, all his thoughts were filled with only an irresistible desire to restore vitality. He was losing control of his body because of the animal aspiration to search of food. He ran his tongue over his teeth and felt sharp fangs. He began to shake slightly. “What?” - before he knew it, a fairy cookie entered the room, holding several medicines in her hands. His mind was instantly empty. Out of control, Vanilla immediately rushed at the poor cookie, clinging to her throat with his fangs. 

White Lily was talking to the Silverbell cookie when she heard a terrible scream, which then turned into wheezing, from the direction of her house. She and the Silver Tree Knights rushed towards the sound, but then froze in horror. Pure Vanilla was biting off pieces of wings torn off from one of the fairies, who was now lying lifeless on the ground. Her throat was bitten in half. White Lily couldn't believe her eyes, Vanilla would never do such a thing. The very cookie that loved and appreciated any life killed another cookie right in front of her eyes. She wanted to say something, but several knights had already rushed to attack her best friend. But they couldn't get any closer. Their bodies were riddled with thorns created from the magic of the dark side of the moon. Vanilla smiled with satisfaction, there was not a drop of pity in his eyes. In a similar way a predator looks at its prey. Suddenly, Mercurial Knight Cookie appeared behind Vanilla's back, ready to dissect the traitor, but he was immediately captured. Clumps of dark magic firmly fixed his limbs. Vanilla grinned as the clots began to slowly tear off the cookie's limbs. “Pura Vanilla, stop that, please! I beg of you” - He heared the familliar voice, turned at the call and bowed his head questioningly. The dark magic also stopped, giving the knight a little break. “I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm sure it's not you! Vanilla, please, I'm addressing you as my closest friend, drop it and wake up!” - Lily screamed in tears. Vanilla's face looked puzzled for a moment, and the next second he hissed and clutched his head. Tears also began to form in his eyes. He covered his face with his hands and screamed desperately, and then looked up with horrified look. He pulled away from the lying bodies of the cookies in a panic He looked at Lily with fear and sincere regret, and then began to run away from the Fairy kingdom. Once he leaves, he will never be able to find it again. So he kept running until he was completely lost in the forest. He's a monster. He shouldn't be around someone he can hurt. He fell helplessly to his knees. In the resulting silence, he could hear that someone was catching up with him. He wanted to go even further away, when White Lily called out to him. “Stay away from me! - Pure Vanilla shouted - I'm a monster, I don't deserve your kindness or compassion!” “That is not..!” - Lily was interrupted in mid-sentence. “How right you are!” - Shadow Milk appeared right behind Vanilla, opening a portal leading to the void right below him. He bowed theatrically to White Lily before disappearing into the portal after Vanilla. 

(OMG, i have finally finished writing it! XD I enjoyed the process and really love the result, hope you enjoyed reading! If you notice some mistakes, inconsistencies or just strange moments you can text me about it! I will be happy to hear your opinion about my work! Also feel free to ask if you have any questions about the AU :3 That is the start of the universe I imagined, most of the drawings will be about it)

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[image description: A gigantic 3-eyed green monster looms over the Golden Gate Bridge and obstructs the Marin Headlands. Its right hand holds the bridge tower – its left holds the Navy ship it’s just taken a huge bite out of. A fascinated/terrified crowd looks on from Fort Point as a small sailboat with an image of Boudicca on its sail attempts to turn away. Text reads, “51, Stinkweed Sam ~ The Small God of the Munchies”]

An ordinary man stands before an open refrigerator, filled with pieces and potential.  He could make a sandwich, yes, a sandwich would be lovely, ham and cheese perhaps, or bologna with Miracle Whip, or peanut butter and jelly, or—

Tuna fish and onion with squeezy mustard whispers a voice, unfamiliar but oh so tempting, alluring, even, filled with confidence and yearning.

Still, he hesitates.  Surely that is…abnormal?  Surely, that would be a strange combination, not something an ordinary man like himself would eat?

Crush up some Doritos and put them on top whispers the voice.  Wash it down with a can of Fanta.  Doesn’t matter what flavor.  Fruity and sweet.

And it’s tempting, it’s so tempting, and he’s already reaching for the squeezy mustard.  He won’t realize what he’s done until the stomachache wakes him at two o’clock in the morning, and when it does, the voice won’t be there to comfort him.

The voice won’t be anywhere at all.  Stinkweed Sam will have long since moved on.

He comes most often to those who have indulged in other sacraments, because their clouded minds are clear to his specific form of prayer.  They have shed their inhibitions and their misconceptions at the same time, and see nothing wrong with dipping Girl Scout cookies in fast food barbeque sauces, or with scraping the filling out of Oreos and replacing it with sardines, the crunch of the bones perfectly complimenting the crispness of the cookie.  He blesses them all, the inebriated, the stoned, the hormonal, the exhausted.

He whispers recipes to them, and when they listen, he is with them for every terrible, glorious, unbearable bite.  He will be there for you, if you allow him to be.  If you take the first sip that welcomes him in.

Would you like to make a sandwich?

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