#high like this is the perfect quiet day I needed after being so stressed out this week 💛

[julykings]

rainy day

#a wonderful Saturday so far <3 read this book im loving and have been cleaning and reorganizing … #watched Bewitched and am always so comforted by that movie :-) and have been listening to music all afternoon and am the perfect level of #high like this is the perfect quiet day I needed after being so stressed out this week 💛 #and I’m so happy autumn is on its way #I think me and my bf are going to get margaritas tonight and watch more nostalgic childhood movies :’) #my pick is school of rock #ok hope ur doing ok today <3 kisses #also don’t say anything I’m going to shave right now l o l #personal

[reallyromealone]

Title: Oh Look a mate(s)

Chapter 3

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: omega verse, nsfw, male reader, gay, smut, attempted assassination, drugging, biting, torture

Notes:

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It was tomorrow.

The wedding was tomorrow.

(Name) Was quiet as he waited in the altar room, candles circling the room as marble carved murals surrounded him, the ceiling glass and the moon directly above him.

He sat in silence as the moon reached its peak before shadows flooded around him, a cold smoke that strangely didn't strike him with fear but instead filled him with warmth and safety. "Good Omega" one of the voices whispered as shadowy hands grabbed at him, gently touching and smoothing over the linen nightgown he wore before a long finger sliced it down the middle "Shhh" he could hear Satan's voice whisper in his ear as the seven men materialized and kissed various parts of his now exposed flesh "beautiful..." Mammon whispered breathlessly before biting into (name) 's flesh, the others doing the same.

Each scent gland was claimed as a tattoo manifested onto their soulmate tattoos, the demons licking and kissing their soulmate marks "You're bonded to us forever... Whenever you need us, call for us..." Beelzebub said as his blackened eyes gently kissed (name) 's lips as the fire of the candles burned brighter "Alphas...." (Name) Babbled as he leaned into someone's shoulders, Levi he believed... "So beautiful..." Asmodeus whispered as his hand crept down to the other's abdomen and began whispering enchantments, hand glowing as a tattoo formed on his stomach "Your first heat will be in less than 24 hours, this will help keep it from hurting so badly"

Never would he be denied a heat again.

The men scented and kissed (name), they could smell the slick flowing from him but knew better and to wait, wait till it was time.

When morning came, (name) was kept from his alphas all morning as he was polished to perfection, traditional white robes and gold accessories set aside as they painted swirls on his body, apparently matching the marks that would be on his alphas.

He looked at himself in the mirror, the makeup, the paint, and the clothes... He hardly recognized himself.

But it was him.

All him.

Lucifer made sure the guards were on high alert as he and his brothers got dressed, in their traditional robes that were the color of their omegas eyes, as is tradition in the kingdom, they already had two people sneak in after all.

"Your Majesty?" A meek voice spoke out as the demon turned to see an Omega maid look nervous, his eyes sharp and calculating "What is it?" He said simply and the maid straightened her back a bit before speaking once more "His Highness... He's extremely stressed and I thought it would be best if one of his--" Lucifer was already darting out of the room for his mate, he didn't care if he wasn't supposed to see him till the wedding.

His mate needed him.

(Name) Was freaking out as his omega decided Kw was an excellent time to freak out over the lack of alphas.

To be fair he got scented every morning but today, was a very high-stress day.

"My, aren't you beautiful" (name) snapped his head up as the maids left the room with haste and (name) whined and ran towards him, shoving his face into the alpha's chest and whining "My, can't go a day without your alphas?" He teased and lifted (name) 's face to look at it "None of that, you will ruin your pretty makeup" he was only soft for his omega, gentle kisses "We have a wedding, right? We will dance and party and then when the moon is high we will take you back here" he promised and kissed (name), scenting him lovingly.

"Now be good for alpha" he commanded, a slight alpha tone that they found calms (name). He liked not being in control all the time, instinctually.

"Ok alpha" he whispered hazily as the maids came back in and Lucifer left to finish getting ready, confident that he calmed his mate.

(Name) Looked nervous as he was ushered into a beautiful fabric and mahogany palanquin, the finest silks used for it "To walk you to the temple, your Highness" a soldier said calmly and (name) nodded as the soldiers in celebratory costume lifted it and (name) tried not to yelp.

He walked through the city, a grand parade to show the people the next queen, and (name) shyly waved at them as the people cheered in joy and some looked in envy at him. He could hear screaming in the distance, too focused on the slight shake with each step the guards took and the loud sounds around him to figure out what direction it came from exactly but the bullet that flew past his nose as a man was pinned down by guards have his answer, the omegas palanquin lowering as the guards checked on him "oh thank goodness... Are you alright your Highness?" The general that was a bit ahead rushed to check on him and (name) though stunned and Shellshocked, nodded slowly the Alpha nodded with a sigh of relief "We will get there soon your Highness"

The parade continued and (name) tried to regulate his breathing as he lifted his sleeves and took in the smell of Lucifer that clung to him, too close to his heat to be able to properly handle this.

God, he was so tired...

"We're here your Highness" Had that much time passed?

(Name) Was helped out by his maids, dressed in floral traditional outfits, darker colors as to highlight (name) 's snow white robes that dragged behind him, gold accents matching his accessories "You got this, your Highness" (name) 's closest maid, the one in charge of his maids smiled and (name) nodded before walking up the steps of the temple as people cheered.

Traditional fan dancers danced in front of him, a beautiful display as the guests of the wedding sat and watched in awe as (name) locked eyes with his alphas and had to suppress a chirp. The dancers moved their fans away to make an entrance for (name) to walk closer to them, Asmodeus taking his hands and kissing them gently as the others looked fond at the sight of their beloved, even Belphegor awake and focused on (name).

(Name) Looked at the guests, from countless kingdoms the Royals down to the mayors from cities including the village he was from, and looked in awe at the realization of how large this temple was, it seemed so small in the darkness.

(Name) Barely focused on the priestess as he looked at his mates, shadowy magic binding them together as (name) agreed to the contract of marriage "bound by the fates and the demon king himself, his Highness (name) Morningstar is granted a gift from his majesty of immortality, may his heart beat so long as his alphas" the demon king sat in the distance, watching his younger sons fondly, leaving hell to witness such an event as a red-haired demon stood beside him while staring intently.

(Name) Felt warm as he was brought close by his alphas and danced with them, a grand party that was sure to go on for the next week as guests watched and the city partied and after brought around to be introduced to guests "This is our elder brother, the next king" Lucifer introduced the Omega to his elder brother, next king of hell and intimidating to say the least but the large grin that broke out on his face said otherwise "my, a pleasure to meet you! My apologies that it took me so long to be able to meet you! Let me know if they act up all right. It will be nice to not have a little brother that will get on my nerves!" He teased as he hugged (name) and seemed so warm and understanding to him.

"My mate couldn't make it sadly, they're too far along to make the trip but hopefully after you two can meet!" Lucifer felt warm that his elder brother and a mate got along so well as the other brothers were dragged to talk to guests and eventually Lucifer and (name) went to speak to others, the Omega passed from alpha to alpha to not hog.

"An hour and you don't greet your parents?" (Name) Froze under Asmodeus' gentle hold as he turned to see the mayor of his village and his parents... And sister.

How did they get here?

"Not even an invite, thankfully our dear mayor invited us as his plus ones as his wife and sons couldn't make it," she said casually as his sister altered between glaring at him and swooning over Asmodeus, the beta looking flirty and showing her bust at him but the demon didn't even acknowledge her as he tilted his head at his mate's parents with a cold smile (name) didn't recognize but the gentle thumb rubbing his hip told him he was safe "my~ isn't this a surprise, (name) darling... Why don't you go make sure Beelzie doesn't eat everything, yes?" He urged his hesitant Omega who looked so precious and watched him walk away.

"E-excuse me!" The dad tried barking out and Asmodeus smiled coldly, a beta demanding not just an alpha but a supernatural alpha. Laughable really "I will allow you to continue to enjoy this celebration but if I hear even a whisper of my mate's name from any of your lips that isn't shining adoration I will remind you of your place," Asmodeus said barely above a whisper as he towered over the stumpy beta and his family, he read the letter.

All seven brothers read the letter.

And despite not being wrath, Asmodeus was the most upset.

No flirting, no banter.

Just a thinly veiled threat.

"Now you best behave"

You would think this Would deter (sister), make her behave... But no no.

She was hell-bent on having them.

Breaking this farce is a marriage.

It was expensive getting rut enhancer drugs but it was worth it in her eyes she looked around and saw that (name) was moved to Belphegor who sat in a corner quietly and (name) said worthless words to him and saw that Beelzebub was enjoying his food.

Perfect.

The drug was a fine powder, easy to mask on the powdered cream puffs that the demon was gorging on, slipping past when he went for some ribs and sprinkling on.

She just had to be available when the drugs kicked in.

It was not too long before the demon returned his attention to the cream puffs... But other people took them as well.

Like servants bringing them to their kings.

Oh well, she thought as she focused on Beelzebub and deemed everyone else as a stepping stone to her happiness.

Beelzebub froze after ten minutes, eyes dilating as he stood and looked around "Are you alright?" She tried to seduce the Alpha, pressing against him but like her brother, she didn't quite understand how mating worked and believed he would go to the first willing hole.

But in reality, he sought out (name) who was talking to Diavolos butler, the two fondly chatting about something or another.

"Move," he said coldly as he locked onto (name) marched to him, and lifted him, the other brothers looked concerned as Diavolo decided to start a ring dance and nodded at Lucifer, they all seemed to understand what was happening. (Name) Was confused as he was held close by his alpha who left the temple gardens and spread his wings before taking off, (name) shoving his face in Beelzebub's neck and that's when he smelt the rut. He couldn't help but whine, he was trying so hard not to go into heat but fuck...

He closed his eyes and felt himself sink further, sounds distorting and he felt his clothes removed carefully as voices spoke around him "he will be upset if we ruin this" Asmodeus...? Or is that Satan? "Alpha?" He slurred as the alphas kissed his flesh, cold to the touch and he felt something hard press against his back before he was pushed into his back, he couldn't even formulate a feeling of shame or worry as Belphegor traced the body paint that was on (name)s flesh "pretty..." The sleep demon murmured as he touched the womb tattoo a wave of pleasure washed through (name) and a low moan broke through him "Any pain he feels will feel like absolute pleasure... We may be dealing with a very horny Omega" Asmodeus teased, they didn't have an incantation to make him feel no pain during heat or pregnancy so it was the best option.

Especially because he kept moaning and crying, without it he would be writhing in pain.

"Why don't you spread your legs for us? Hmm? Show us how an Omega presents?" Lucifer spoke low and deep to the Omega who spread his legs on the bed and yelped when Beelzebub shoved his face between his legs and gave a long lick, pushing his legs over his shoulders as half his body was pulled nearly off the bed, Beelzebub on his knees before the bed. "O-oh! Alpha!" He cried out as Beelzebub ate his ass, licking around the rim before pushing in ever so slightly as the smell of slick was heavy in the room "wanna make alpha feel good? Why don't you show Levi here how much you want his cock?" Asmodeus took the initiative with getting (name) to pleasure them as they pleasured him, the Omega opening his mouth so prettily as the shy alpha fed him his cock, (name) licking the underside as he sucked. "H-how did he get so good?!" Levi gasped as he felt (name) hollow his cheeks with a vice force "I have been teaching him how to be a good little cock whore~" Asmodeus teased as Belphegor sucked on one of (name)s nipples as Asmodeus and Lucifer got hand jobs, the two assisting (name) a bit as his body shook.

Satan kissed his navel before moving to the omegas cock and sucking on it, the pre-cum leaking like crazy as (name) struggled to comprehend all the pleasure he felt, hips being held down as Beelzebub inserted a finger, curving it upwards against his prostate as he ate his ass like a final meal and added another finger "you're gonna be-- fuck! Taking a lot tonight baby ~" Asmodeus stammered as Levi came down (name)s throat, the Omega choking slightly but managing "fuck..? Shit.." Levi was already babbling as (name) 's body shook and a climax rolled through, Satan drinking it all "You want more?" Lucifer asked the Omega who whined "Nest!" Beelzebub wasting no time, feral and horny As the other alphas slowly went into a rut from being around a heat-stricken Omega, their demon forms were on full display. (Name) Was settled into his nest as they let Beelzebub enter first his large and heavy cock pressing against (name)s ass as (name) made out with Lucifer, pretty little sounds as Beelzebub pushed in slowly.

Each inch made for louder and prettier sounds from (name) as his body glistened with sweat, another climax rolling through him as Beelzebub was halfway through bottoming out before his hips snapped forward and his pelvic bone was pressed against (name)s ass cheeks "oh! Big...!" He cried out and pushed against him as Belphegor went behind him and held him up, kissing his neck as the others watched hungrily.

Beelzebub wasted no time pistoning his hips as (name) clawed at his skin, body shaking and writhing in pleasure as he poured slick "puppy up!" He cried out as he begged to be bread, owned and full... Belphegor moved around to Sroke (name)s cock and kiss his neck before biting into its neck watching (name) unfold as Beelzebub rolled his hips at the tightness and his grip so tight it was going to leave dark bruises on his hips come morning.

"Please please! Pup!" (Name) Begged for cum, pulling Beelzebub for a kiss and tasting his slick as the alpha's hips slammed one last time and cum poured into him, hot and sticky.

Beelzebub felt some sanity return to him as he looked at a fucked out (name) who couldn't even form words but babbled nonsense as Belphegor kissed him and coddled him "Let's get water and food into him then the next round starts" Lucifer instructed as they already prepared the necessary things that morning, food tested by the demons along with the water before feeding it to (name).

(Name) May have immortality but they still didn't want anything to happen to him.

Though poison pains right now would probably give him six earth-shattering orgasms.

No! No! Bad!

They washed the sweat and paint off his body as (name) recovered slightly but soon grew whiny as he was placed on top of Asmodeus, cock pushing in with ease and crying as Asmodeus gave harsh and slow thrusts.

"Come now, you got more to take ~"

Mammon was furious, absolutely livid as he slammed his fist against the assassin's skull, not wanting this vermin alive as his mate struggled with his heat and six cocks currently "You are taking my precious time with my mate, who the fuck sent you?" He was bordering feral as the assassin finally gave in "The sister! She wanted him dead!"

Oh?

Interesting.

Mammon left swiftly, telling the guards to find her, she couldn't have gotten far after all.

For now, the greedy demon needed to sink his cock into (name)s cute little ass.

And maybe bite it.

Bite it.

When he walked into the heated room, already nude he was met with (name) being railed by Asmodeus and Satan, cocks moving in his hole at vigorous paces as (name) sucked Lucifer's cock like he would die "(name), look whose here" Lucifer pulled him off his cock to look at mammon and the whine and moan that left his lips as he cried for the silver-haired demon, hands reaching for him, and who was mammon to deny something like this?

Mammon shoved his tongue in (name) 's mouth and relished as the Omega tugged at his hair "Wanna make me feel good?" He didn't even have to show his erect cock as (name) moved and took it in his mouth, mammon sighing at the tightness of his throat "he's a natural" Satan slapped (name)s ass as he pounded as Asmodeus sucked on his chest, the omegas hands going back to work as everyone slowly found a spot for them, the Omega cumming again in the process.

(Name) Was unconscious with Belphegor, needing a heavy rest before the next wave and thoroughly fucked out, the other alphas getting their turns after as Mammon reported findings and what the assassin admitted "She most definitely drugged Bee, our ruts not till winter" Asmodeus said thoughtfully, he should have just let Satan do what he originally wanted to do but that was (name)s choice, not theirs.

But now it was treason that they were talking about.

An attempted assassination against (name).

You see when Diavolo was the next king of hell, they were given rule of the overworld and essentially made (name) queen as they were to be overworld kings come coronation granted by their eldest brother.

And after this, (name) would be carrying their heir.

God, they were half erect at the thought of (name) pregnant.

"I have a manhunt for them, a bounty will be put up as well"

For now, they would care for (name).

When (name) woke, he couldn't feel his legs and his head felt foggy as he was placed into a warm bath "Good morning, lamb" Satan caressed his cheek "Alpha?" He said weakly, voice hoarse from their activities as Mammon gently massaged oils into him, the alphas already washing the cum and sweat off him "Hello pretty baby~ you took us so well, we are so proud of you" (name) chirped at the praise as he received loving kisses "after this was gonna feed you" Lucifer promised and (name) felt a slight sense of clarity "cuddle? Before heat comes back?" He asked as the others smiled, unable to resist the request.

(Name) Was naked and dried off as he cuddled the others who doted on him "You did so well, absolutely beautiful my love" Asmodeus cooed, and (name) let him kiss and love him "My garden?" He asked softly, why that was his worry beyond anyone but Lucifer eased his worries with the promise of the gardeners taking care of it.

For now, he was to relax.

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[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Lucifer's reaction to: ..Catching Mc...

Other parts can be found here: they're being made please be patient<3

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Welcome! to this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

⚠︎ Caution: NSFW post! ⚠︎

Cw: table humping, female based anatomy, but I try and keep it gender neutral besides that!

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I don't really have a prompt like usual for this one, just read the content warnings and if this isn't your type of thing feel free to skip. Also this is long, so enjoy or whatever.

Lucifer's Reaction:

Lucifer was having an awful day, he had mountains of paper work to deal with, his brothers were being more chaotic and problem causing than usual, and now he couldn't find Mc in their room. Lucifer storms around the house searching for his little human. He looks almost everywhere, all the places Mc usually is, he even peeked his head into his brother's room to see if Mc was in one of their rooms! With a huff and a grumble Lucifer heads back towards his secret study, assuming that Mc was just out of HoL with somebody and that he'd have to handle his stress in a different way then he was planning to. Lucifer walks to his secret study planning to do paperwork while plotting how to punish Mc for not being home when he needed them to be, poor Mc, but when Lucifer gets close to the secret study he hears noises coming from inside. His eyebrows furrow, his stress levels are already high enough and now one of his idiotic brothers is causing chaos in his secret study?? Fuming due to annoyance and stress, Lucifer swings the door, bookshelf?, to his secret study open, assuming he'd catch one of his brothers in the act of destroying his study or stealing something from it.

...What Lucifer was not expecting was to catch Mc in the act of humping against his desk in the secret study. It's a pleasant surprise though, finding his human humping against his desk like a dog in heat. The way Mc looks is just marvelous to Lucifer, the perfect sight for his overly stressed mind. Mc's eyes are closed, unaware of Lucifer having caught them, their biting their lip, trying to quiet their pleasure filled moans that sound like music to Lucifer's ears. Lucifer's always believed that Mc's sounds of pleasure sound better than any cursed record he owns, especially after a stressful day. Swiftly Lucifer steps inside his secret study and shuts the door behind him with a loud thud to catch Mc's attention. Mc's eyes snap open at the sound, immediately looking towards the doorway, Mc's face flushes in embarrassment, they push themselves away from Lucifer's desk to try and save themselves from some humiliation, but it only adds more humiliation, as the wet spot on Lucifer's desk where Mc had been humping is more prominent and visible with Mc no longer standing there to hide it. Lucifer's eyes stay trained to the wet spot on his desk for a moment, his eyes then dart to Mc, but not to their face, no Lucifer takes his time enjoying the sight of Mc's lower region, how their panties are soaked, how there's some wettness on their thighs making them look messy. Lucifer enjoys the sight, taking it in and drinking it up like a fine bottle of Demonus, his human, an absolute disheveled mess, due to them pleasuring themselves on his desk? It was to good to be true, their embarrassed face, the way they avoided eye contact when he finally did try to look them in the eye, all of it made Lucifer's pants tighten, as his own body reacted eagerly to the sight. With a mischievous smirk, Lucifer begins to walk towards Mc, tutting once he's close enough to really see the mess they've made of themselves and on his desk. Mc looks like a deer in headlights, staring at Lucifer with wide eyes, frozen in place, waiting. Mc knew what they were doing, Lucifer knew that. Lucifer knew Mc's bratty antics better than they did, they were doing this hoping to catch his attention, and oh, his attention is exactly what they would be getting. Lucifer watches as Mc's body trembles in anticipation, anticipating the punishment, anticipating Lucifer's touch. Lucifer's smirk slowly turns sadistic as he comes up with a plan to properly give Mc his undivided attention. Lucifer walks past Mc, teasingly letting his hand lightly graze down their arm as he walks past, earning a needy whine from Mc, which causes Lucifer to smirk more. Lucifer sits down in his desk chair, looking at Mc with a smug little smirk as he motions for Mc to continue their previous actions. When Mc shyly shakes their head no, it earns a low chuckle from Lucifer. "What? You were humping my desk like a dog in heat a few minutes ago, you don't want to now that you have an audience?" Lucifer says, smiling smugly as Mc's face heats up more and they whimper in embarrassment. As Mc shyly shakes their head no again, Lucifer realizes he may need to be a little bit encouraging so he adds- "Come on my dear, you wanted my attention, now have it. If you're too shy, close your eyes and pretend I'm not here, just do it like you were doing it before I came in here", although Mc does feel shy and nervous, Lucifer's encouragement seems to do the job, as Mc slowly inches closer to his desk. Mc shyly begins to hump the corner of his desk again, while they nervously bit their lip and avoid eye contact, just like they had been previously doing. Lucifer knew that when Mc decided to do all of this they weren't expecting this sort of punishment, the fact that he was able to still have the "upper hand" even when giving Mc their way and giving them his attention. As Mc continues to shyly hump against the corner of Lucifer's desk, their movements soon begin to find rhythm. Once Mc's humping at a steady pace they begin to whimper and moan quietly, their eyes are still closed

and their head is thrown back a little, as their face slowly contorts in pleasure. "There you go my dear..just like you were doing before" Lucifer says gruffly while his eyes stay trained on Mc watching their actions like a hawk watching their prey. Mc whimpers in response but their eyes stay closed until they hear the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. Mc's eyes snap open, they are immediately greeted with the sight of Lucifer leaning back in his office chair watching them while stroking his erect cock. Lucifer's crimson red eyes bore into Mc's eyes as they make eye contact, Lucifer smirks smugly as he watches Mc's eyes drop down to look at him stroking his cock with his hand. Mc whines needily as they look at Lucifer's cock, the tip of his cock is red and leaking precum, showing how aroused by this he really is. Lucifer's hand pumps up and down the shaft of his cock at a steady fast pace, almost matching the speed of Mc's pace as Mc humping the corner of his desk at a fast pace while begging and whining pleads for Lucifer to do something other than just sitting there watching. Lucifer just shakes his head no, tutting in disapproval as he smiles sadistically at Mc. This was their punishment, no touching, just watching. At this point Lucifer was unsure who was being punished the most, as not touching Mc was like agony to him, but Lucifer would rather torture and punish himself as well as Mc, then hurt his ego by not going through with the punishment. The secret study is filled with the sounds of Mc's moans and occasionally Lucifer's groans. Don't let this man fill you he's fighting not being a moaning mess, he eats this stuff up. The fireplace in the secret study I actually don't know if there is one but pretend, has been on this entire time, that heat combined with the heat from their activities has left both Mc and Lucifer being sweaty messes. Lucifer's hair was disheveled due to how many times he's moved his head during this encounter, throwing his head back against his desk chair while groaning in pleasure, just to whip his head back into a position where he can watch Mc hump his desk. His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead making him look like a hot mess, a blessing of a sight that only some have been blessed to see. Lucifer soon finds rhythm in matching the pace of stroking his cock with the pace Mc humps the corner of his desk. As the two continue their actions Lucifer can feel his release approaching, he knows Mc's getting close as well as their humping gets more frantic yet sloppy and they begin to beg and plead again. Soon tears began to fall down Mc's pretty face, the sight caused Lucifer to groan loudly and pushed him closer to his impending release. Lucifer stands from his chair, still pumping his shaft with his hand, he gets behind Mc as they hump the corner of his desk, close but not close enough for their bodies to touch. Mc whines at the change of position, still humping Lucifer's desk, they turn their head staring at Lucifer as tears continue to stream down their face, Lucifer is in the perfect position to watch Mc as they come undone. Lucifer watches as Mc's legs begin to tremble, their back arches, pushing their body against Lucifer's desk more, their eyes roll back and they moan out loudly as they cum. Mc's hips continue to hump against Lucifer's desk as they ride out their orgasm, finally Mc's body falls limp onto Lucifer's desk as they catch their breath. Mc's orgasm makes their undergarments and the corner of Lucifer's desk all messy and wet. Watching Mc come undone sends Lucifer over the edge, he shoots his load all over Mc's rear end, covering their butt, panties and thighs with his seed. Lucifer's seed drips down Mc and onto the corner of his desk, mixing with Mc's mess leaving a bigger mess on his desk.

With Mc's consent Lucifer will take a quick picture with his D.D.D before he grabs some nearby tissues to clean Mc up. He cleans his desk up after, mans has priorities. After cleaning everything up Lucifer helps Mc off the corner of his desk, he picks them up and sits in his desk chair with them on his lap. He'll rub any sore spots for them as they both catch their breath, if Mc wants to have some more fun again before the end of the night he's down. If Mc doesn't then he's more than happy to just do aftercare things. Snacks, water, cuddles, praise the usual, he's got it down, Mc wants it he's doing it period. Watch the Avatar of Pride become a man servant for aftercare, after all he needs to be able to take pride in his aftercare skills.

Extra: do they hope to catch Mc doing it again? Lucifer would love to catch Mc doing it again, he enjoyed that punishment and just the experience in general. He ate that shit up but mans is too prideful to admit it.

Vivid memory? Would they masturbate to it? It depends on if you think Lucifer masturbates, but the memory would stick with this mans, even if he doesn't masturbate to it he'll remember it, like it happened were he's always working, this man is always remembering it, getting aroused at the memory and then punishing Mc, and poor Mc doesn't know what they did half the time.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! This was my first smut where I tried to be more descriptive and stuff so please be kind. I do have some other characters in mind for this but I don't plan to do all the characters so if you have a specific character you want feel free to ask for it in the comments or my request. I am still making the creepy demon ones, I just got distracted with this. Only one post today cause this is long and I've spent my last couple of days only working on this so my bad, but I hope you enjoyed! More contents coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby!

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[forthechubbies]

Our little Wife

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! BTS! x Wife! Chubby Reader

Strong language; Jimin’s a drunk asshole, fat shaming, Intense name-calling, sexual assault, puking, violence, man-handling, and bondage. I did say spicy

Happy Halloween

Sex Sells

How else would the brothel remain untouched by the ever-growing society we live in today? Hiding in the dense shadows of Busan, The Brothel’s sign ominously blazed in a firey feisty crimson tint. Yes, for tonight, their god has returned as a return to bless their dreams once more.

Jimin.

Feeling numb through the high alcohol consumption, He smiled for the first time tonight. At what? Himself. He felt foolish for falling hard for a slut like you.

He snickered.

Jimin detests the persistent feeling of worrying about you. Unbelievable, Right? Not really, The sweetness of your warm squishy skin ghosted over his cold limbs due to the building's poor condition.

Autumn’s chill rattled the windows. You love autumn; He fell in love with you genuinely in the autumn-That day, the temperature played in his favor causing you to cuddle up to him as the orangish leaves crunch under their shoes. A plain walk through the park to the outsider but to Jimin, it was pure bliss.

Now, Look at him, Miserable, Heartbroken, ... Bitter.

May how far Jimin has fallen.

Bringing the pint glass to his puffy pink lips tilting his all the back to realize it's bonedry.

Jimin scoffed. “Tapped out.” sitting the glass bottoms up, He gently slides the glass to his collection on his table. “ Three.Four?....Eight! Come on, baby!... 13!-Damn..” His excitement died down at coming to realize a minor yet annoying error.

“That's an odd number...I wouldn't say I like odd numbers...I w-will have just one more.”

Jimin rushed to the stairs leaving in nothing short of pajama pants and its matching top open for the world to see...He forgot to button up after taking his shower.

Freezing mid-sip, Jimin focused solely on you- your shy and flushed expression made his eyebrow twitch-

“ You are by far the prettiest woman I have sight ever.” She leaned in. “You should work here. You would make a gold mine.” She laughed at your bewildered innocence. “ Yep, Korean men secretly worship chubby women like you. There's this young pervert who always comes in asking our chubby girls to sit on his face.”

Your mind is anywhere except on earth. How did your night end up like this? You should be at home in a hot bubble bath melting away the stress of today. Instead, your god knows where with women who have a one-track mind.

Fuck.

Jimin crept several steps over towards you. You looked healthy and as plump as a peach. He found it humorous how much you looked like an actual businesswoman. Slutty tight skirts and blouses ready to be ripped off, and those high heels that would look perfect in two places, and neither of them is walking, at least not straight.

Jimin clicked his tongue. Calm down. Calm down. It's probably what she fucking wants..She’s just an attention whore. Old habits die hard, they say.

The feeling of unknown eyes tracing your figure made you squirm in discomfort.

Ping

Whether it was your desperate need to excuse yourself or your phone pinging off the hook; had Jimin seeing red. Who the hell were you so eager to run off to? Sure as hell wasn't any of your husbands!?

Then who?! Who!

A face full of boiling rage fueled by a dangerously drunken state was a recipe for disaster. Jimin slammed his pint on the bar shattering the glass entirely; he followed you out front and was hot on your heels.

“Yah!” His voice boomed through the quiet red, lit streets.

Startled, You spun on your heels, and the shock of seeing Jimin made the blood in your veins run cold. “J-Jiminie?” You shuddered at his death glare.

Jimin scoffed, tucking any blonde stragglers behind his ears. “ You don't get to call me that after what you did to us!” His chest heaved with sorrow. “You threw away the only people willing to love you forever; what an ungrateful little whore you are. or Are you doing this for attention?” He truly got a kick out of that one.

You stood silent on the brink of tears; He wasn't worth your tears or your time. You turn on your heels only to take two steps before being manhandled by your arm.

“Yah! Don't walk away from me like I'm not fucking talking to you!” Jimin's anger took the physical form of tears. His throat burned so did his nose from the chilly early morning air.

Morning air? Is this correct? 5 am was rapidly approaching, and you had yet to close your eyes to start a new chapter the following day. You want to go home- Your real home; maybe you were stupid for creating this strike. Perhaps you should go back home.

“Your right, Jimin.” Your tears fall onto your ivory blouse. “I'm sorry for being selfish.”

Jimin froze. “No-No, your not getting off that easy. You don't get to get off that easy!” He yanked your skirt, bringing you closer into his arms. “ I want you to take responsibility...You hurt me bad, Chimmy.”

It wasn't until Jimin’s hands started to wander, You recognized the libidinous tone in his voice. He wouldn't dare ravish his own wife, Right?

“Now, Jimine, Let's talk this-”

Jimin shook his head. “There you go, Using that honey voice of yourself. Fuck. You know how to piss me off.” He stole your lips in an instant, biting and pulling at your swollen lips.

Your face pinged at his highly flammable breath. He's drunk. “Jimin-Wa-Wait a min.” You put up a good fight attempting to crease his assault, but even though you're around the same height, his strength trumps yours.

You hissed at the freezing brick wall; Jimin slammed you against- “Jimin! Stop it! This isn't funny!” One of your little hits landed on Jimin’s face.

He froze. You did the same, desperately catching your breath. Jimin’s sweaty blonde locks blocked his eyes; his tongue glazed his irritated lips.

“I can get rough too, Cow.” Jimin lowly chuckled, untying his pajama’s silk belt. “Be a good girl and face the fucking wall!” Jimin spat, gritting his teeth. He yanks you around to face the wall by the roots of your hair.

You gasped in pain.“Ow! Jimin! Please-”

“Please?! Did you just ‘Please’ me?! I hadn't done shit to you yet, and you're already begging.” He groans, taking big steps forward to sandwich you between him and the wall. "Since you're so eager - I guess I should at least tease you..but first- "

You squeaked in pain as his brutally bondage your hands behind your back; you could feel the silk cutting off your circulation. "You're a despicable little monster, Park Jimin!” You spat in his eye when he give you a window. " and you always have been."

Your word choice was an additional shot to his manhood and the end result was a harsh smack sending you to the ground. "Pretty bold words for tied-up cattle-” He flashed an eat shit-grin. “-In a woman's clothing.” The cheeky bondage method Jimin displayed is one of his favorites, a technique used for his clients who seek thrill and lore as much as insane pleasure.

Yn’s arms were kept tight behind your back with no wiggle room.

“You talk big but look at you...at my mercy” He looks at you in amusement as he squats beside you. “You're ours, Yn! When you met that demonic bunny, you sealed your fate. You don't even know what a real monster he can be-

Your heart stopped an ink-like figure crept out of the darkness, inching closer. “Jimin! Turn around!” Jimin failed to heed in time, costing him a stone punch to the jaw, followed by the figure’s heavy black boot to his abdomen.

You were expecting Jimin to be in somewhat pain; however, He chuckled, signaling for a timeout between the figure. Lacking, Your extra set of eyes, thanks to Jimin; you couldn't get a good look at him.

“Come on. I barely touch her yet. You can't be that mad.” Jimin swiped the blood caked up in the corners of his mouth. “ Aish, Don't you think you hit me a little too hard-”

The figure remained silent but waited no time to send Jimin to the ground again.

“Ah! Fuck!” He coughed up the dirt in his lungs before finally puking up the ungodly amount of poisonous liquid he had consumed.

Your sniffs and whimpers didn't go unnoticed. You squeeze your eyes shut as its heavy boots stop at your shuddering body. You've managed to set up and have knees to your chest.

The figure had a great view of standing above you like this. You heard his shoes glide on the gravel; Is he gone? Oh please, please, god, please, please. You swallowed your fear and opened your eyes; you quickly learned how much of a mistake you had made.

He rudely had no disregard for your personal space. The tip of his nose grazed yours, and his eyes bored into-

Those big eyes...Jungkook? But his build is different; he's larger than my Kookie...It hasn't been that long, right?

He leaned into your lips to have you reject him. “ What are you crazy?! I'm married!” You extended your leg to his chest to keep him a bay. It worked until the bastard started feeling up your leg; he kissed your ankle.

The touch-starved stranger dragged his gloved hand down your battered stockings and tarnished soft skin. He clicks his tongue, pushing your foot off his chest.

Did he just roll his eyes at me?

He stood up before snatching you up by your silky bonds. “ Eep!” You felt nausea after being treated like a ragdoll for the past hour.

The last thing you heard was Jimin’s voice before blacking out.

...

The warm sunlight overwhelmed your sleepy eyes. Once your eyes adjust to the sunlight, The horror settles in-

You were cleaned, dressed, patched up, and placed in your princess room.

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[ace-of-gay]

home to the mind

Loki x reader

Warnings: physical contact/ cudding... cuddly loki

1,121 words

No pronouns or skintone used or implied

Welcome to all body types

Edited to the best of my ability

you are responsible for your own media consumption

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It was one of the longest training days you had endured, all you had wanted to do by the end of it was relax in silence by yourself, you had too much human interaction so when faced with the opportunity you had decided it was the perfect chance to head to the only room you knew for sure would be silent and lack the need for interaction.

That was until you got there, you were unaware of the other person within the room, they however were aware of you the second you opened the door.

You had picked out your book and went to sit down, losing all connection to reality you never noticed the tall lanky figure lurking through the shadows.

Loki had seen you around plenty, he saw through the way you presented yourself, he could read every person like an open book but you however were much different, no matter how much you shared, it was never truly impactful information it was always small trivial things that would have no one knowing you as more than any passersby does, you kept to yourself when it came to your personal life so to find you partaking in an activity by yourself wasn’t the biggest surprise, in fact it meant you had something in common, possibly something to bond over.

Walking down the aisle, he’d spent so long having read almost every book in the library and to his knowledge the one you picked was one he’d recently read himself.

Weighing his options he decides to approach.

Long quiet steps he clears his throat to catch your attention, “how is it so far?” You could barely hear him but it was clear enough to understand, looking over your shoulder a smile present on you face.

“Its wonderful, I remember reading it back in high school any chance I could get”.

“So you know it well I presume?”.

You chuckle to yourself, “I know it very well, cover to cover basically”.

Going on about favorites from both yours and his childhoods, what characters you relate most to and much more it had gotten late, you however made a note to yourself to come to the library more often.

From that day forward you would meet in the library every Wednesday and after missions, winding down after long stressful days, sometimes reading and others just talking and getting to know each other, often just sitting in silence with the others company.

Occasionally reading the same book to take turns reading aloud to one another.

Both of you looked forward to meeting, finding peace and comfort in your hangouts, he had planned to ask if you wanted to hang out outside of Wednesdays in the library, without implications of it being a date or not, it was up to you, that was until he got to the library, searching all around and to not find you anywhere.

You hadn’t missed a Wednesday since you started, it worried him, so much so that he took a walk to your room to check up on you just to find you sick and in bed.

He took It upon himself to bring you back to full health, he brought you your favorite comfort food, ginger ale and a book along with a DVD copy of one of the movies you had talked about wanting to see.

You had invited him to stay as long as he was certain he wouldn’t catch your illness as he had mentioned it being basically impossible.

While miserable in the aspect of you being ill it was also the most fun you’d had in quiet a while, telling stories, eating your favorite food, and watching the movie, he didn’t expect it to happen but when you slumped over into his side he had finally realized how late it was, his cheeks tinting pink, it made him joyful that you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his presence your arms wrapped around his slender frame nuzzling your cheek into his chest, it made him happy in a way he’s never felt, like your positivity and joy had spread from you to him in just a moment.

From then forward he’d invite you to watch movies, go out into town or even spend evenings star gazing, it wasn’t just about memories and books anymore, its about being close to you, savoring his time with you.

Each time he’d get as close as possible and let you fill the magnetic gap, he was sure he had been as inconspicuous with it as possible but you read him like your favorite book, it was obvious.

One particular night you had invited him to your room for movies and ‘silly Midgardian snacks’ as he called them.

You both huddled in close, the lights set low to make the movie feel more encapsulating, but his focus wasn’t on the film, it was the feeling of you held close next to him, the sound the hum in your breath when you were intrigued, the jump in your position when something intrigued you and how the light cast upon your features, you were completely aware of it.

He was so comfortable he didn't even realize he was falling asleep, curling into you his grip tight as ever, never something you would expect from him, his body wrapping itself around yours like you were a source of heat, his head resting upon your stomach he looked so at peace, no one had ever seen him like this but you, no one understood why you would hang out with someone like him but you didn’t care, he felt like home the way you felt the same to him.

You hand found its way to his silken hair cast around his face, gently brushing it back to see him, it startled him awake, he radiated shame and fear, frustration at himself for getting so close, surely it was obvious now.

“If you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so, you didn’t have to hide it”

Standing up to leave, a simple “I’m sorry” trailing his fearful glances.

Shaking your head you follow Standing up, your arms held out for him, “its okay Loki, I’m not upset whatsoever, I enjoy being close with you, it feels warming and comfortable, if you desire cuddles that’s all you have to say.”

And so with your words seeping, your mental walls open and he knows for certain you mean it completely, with that knowledge beaing only a slight hesitation he walks into your arms, wrapped tight in your hug he reciprocates the action while burying his face into your shoulder, this is the Loki you only you knew and it made you love him so much more.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this posted ive had writers block and now im quite literally sick

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@theaudacitytowrite thank you for the inspiration to write a cuddly loki fic

@vbecker10 cause im convinced you'd enjoy this as much as i did writing it

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[slytherinshua]

GIRL NEXT DOOR genre ➳ fluff. love at first sight(?) warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ sungho x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.6k. a/n ➳ surprise... i write for boynextdoor now!!

You were moving from the big city to a small town. You were less than excited. All the streets looked the same to you. Plain houses built in the 60s lined neatly trimmed yards and sidewalks surrounded cul de sacs. It was the picture perfect suburbia— a small town where you would easily meet everyone your age within the first week going to your new school. You were dreading it.

“It’s so stupid that I’m moving. I’d be surprised if my dad’s new clinic is the only one that town has. They basically snatched him up the moment he accepted the offer.” You said bitterly, sipping on bubble tea with your best friend. It would probably be the last time you’d be able to have a bubble tea date with her for a while. Your heart sank at the thought.

“You’ve spent your entire life here… it’s a shame.” She sympathised, “But, you know what happens when you’re a new girl coming to a small town?”

“What?”

“You’re popular with the cute boys.” She teased.

“Come on- I’d be very surprised if I had anyone with a crush on me. I’ve never been popular.” You said, cringing as it brought back memories of your middle school years. You had gone through crush after crush, never landing on a proper relationship and always being rejected in the most humiliating way until eventually, you learned your lesson. When you got to high school, you forced yourself to stop being interested in boys. The couples making out in the hallway were enough to deter you, though. You would rather die than be that gross in public with your boyfriend. You weren’t one for PDA, that’s for sure.

“New kids either become popular, or stay quiet. There’s nothing about you not to like, so I think you have a good chance at becoming popular.” She reasoned. You thought about it. Your friend was rarely wrong. That’s what was so annoying about her. She was always right about everything. Maybe she would be right about this too.

Your phone binged with a text from your mom and you sighed, “Shit, I’d better go. The movers are here and I need to help move the boxes into the truck.” 

“Alright. You’d better text me and call me when you get there. I want a house tour and everything. I’m still your best friend even if I’m 4 hours away.” She smiled and you returned it.

“I’ll keep in touch with you, don’t worry. I’ll text you later! Bye!!” You waved at her and jogged off.

Your family’s apartment had been filled with boxes for almost 2 weeks. Your mom was obsessed with having everything ready to go in advance to reduce the stress. This, of course, only increased your stress every time you looked at your bedroom’s plain walls and brown cardboard boxes stacked on the floor in place of your dresser and desk.

You had transferred all your clothes to a suitcase a week prior after having to sort through them and donate everything that was too small or that you didn’t wear often enough. Fashion had always been something you were interested in and you were already dreading the fashion atrocities you might see in a small town. You doubted they would have good clothes stores either. 

You spent the rest of the day hauling boxes into the truck and struggling to help your dad lift the heavy things with the movers. Since you were just slightly stronger and more able bodied than your mom, you had no choice but to help. Moving armchairs down the stairs would be a nightmarish experience that you would remember for weeks, no doubt.

When everything was packed, you collapsed on the floor, tired and muscles aching. You looked around your empty apartment. The walls looked so bare and lonely without your mothers paintings on them. It looked way too clean and way too different. Your entire childhood had been spent living here. 17 years in this old trusty apartment complex. 

You remember going over to the lady next door for tea when you were little. She would tell you about her matchmaking business and all the cute couples she had been responsible for. She promised one day to set you up with someone… looks like that plan wouldn’t be working out after all.

You stood up and walked over to her door. You hoped she was there. You wanted to say goodbye before you left tomorrow. Maybe she would offer you tea just like when you were 7.

//

Sungho peeked out his window with curiosity. The house next to his that had been inhabited by a sweet old couple had finally been sold. He had overheard his parents talking about the new family moving in. Apparently they were going to start a clinic since the father was a family doctor. Sungho wasn’t interested in that, though. What piqued his curiosity was his parents saying that the couple had a daughter. A daughter around his age.

When they had first brought up the topic over dinner, Sungho had shrugged off their teasing about a cute girl moving in. But now he was anxiously looking out his window every 5 minutes, waiting for the moving truck to pull into the driveway of the house. 

His father and him were going to help the new family move in. Sungho’s mother had told him it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to you. He was nervous with butterflies in his stomach at the thought. It wasn’t everyday that a new family moved into town. It was a very rare occurrence.

Soon he spotted the red car driving up the cul de sac with a moving truck following closely behind it. He gulped and fixed his hair in the mirror before running down the stairs. He joined his father outside and went through introducing themselves to your father.

He peeked at the car again, wondering if you had already stepped out. You hadn’t, but you soon did. Sungho wished you hadn’t, because shit you were pretty. He gulped and gave your father a smile before offering to grab one of the boxes. He could feel his cheeks heating up the longer he stared at you and forced himself to shake off his stare and look elsewhere. He hoped he didn’t make his pink cheeks too obvious, but he was pretty sure you hadn’t even noticed him yet. Maybe that was for the best.

“Y/n, come introduce yourself to the neighbours!” Your mother called with a smile on her face as she talked to Sungho’s parents.

You groaned and walked over, keeping your head down for the most part. You hoped they weren’t some country bumpkins who would insist on your family joining the town’s monthly potluck after a church service.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Park,” You nodded with a slightly forced smile. The lady seemed nice, honestly, but you weren’t in the best mood for socialising. You desperately wanted to set up the wi-fi at your new house so you could text your friend, but your parents would scold you if they knew that was the only thing you were thinking.

“And this is Sungho. You two are the same age.” Mrs. Park said happily, beckoning Sungho over to say hello. You looked up, slightly intrigued by what the boys were like in this new town. And Sungho did not disappoint. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. Very handsome.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved a little. He waved back with a little lopsided smile that you could only assume was out of nervousness. He looked nice dressed in a denim jacket and hair brushed back but still a little messy from the light breeze tousling it. He must have caught you staring cause his smile widened slightly making his eyes crinkle into a cute eye smile. Fuck, why did you think he was cute?

Sungho and his dad helped move the heavy stuff into your new house. You were relieved the task wasn’t placed on you this time. While they were busy, you walked through the house, adjusting to the thought that this was your new home. Your room was bigger than before and even had a big window facing the Park’s house. Your brain automatically wondered whether it was Sungho’s room that you could see through your window. If all the houses in this town were built similarly, then it could be the case.

“Your room looks nice.” You turned around to Sungho with a big box in his hand. He set it down on the hardwood floor with a smile. “Do you want help unpacking?”

“Uh, sure! I’m not the strongest so… getting my bed and dresser in here would be a struggle.” You admitted. 

“I’ll grab them for you.”

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After your first night in your new house you realised that Sungho’s bedroom was indeed the one facing yours. He stayed up late, just like you. It was around 6 weeks later and both your lights were on still, even though it was around 11 pm. You were lying on your bed, trying to count sheep to help you fall asleep. Except all your sheep strangely morphed into Sungho because he was all you could think of.

Your family had eaten dinner with the Parks a lot of times so far, and you would say you were fairly adjusted to the new town. You didn’t go out much unless it was for a bike ride or to the library, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Since it was still summer and you were too introverted to want to go out and hunt for friends, the only person who you knew was Sungho. You talked a lot in your backyard or his. You caught him wearing a necklace that you had wanted for a long time and found out he was interested in fashion as well from the encounter.

It was like the most you discovered about him, the more you had in common. You even liked the same idol groups and were fans of the same authors. How did you even manage to get this lucky with your neighbour? Plus, the more you hung around him, the more you thought he was cute.

You peeked out your window to see if he was visible from his window. He was. He was sitting at his desk and the lamp on it perfectly illuminated his face so you could see all the details of it.

“I should’ve asked for his number by now, darnit.” You mumbled to yourself. You hadn’t thought of it before since you lived right next to each other, but it wasn’t like you could go over this late at night. You’d have to improvise. You thought for a second before searching through one of your unpacked boxes for your sketchbook. Usually you would doodle outfits that you thought you would look good in in this sketchbook, but for now, it was going to serve a different purpose. You got out a sharpie and started writing in large, easy to read text. 

Do you stay up late a lot? 

You thought it would be awkward to put a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ so you stuck to a question that he could answer. It took some courage to stand where he could see you from his window and hold up the sign, but you managed.

It didn’t take very long for him to look up from his desk and notice the sign. You watched him read it and then make eye-contact with you, his charming smile overtaking his features again. He stood up and went somewhere else in his room, presumably to grab paper and a pen. Soon he was back and he held up the sign in response to yours. 

Yeah. If it bothers you that my light is on, I can turn it off :) 

It doesn’t bother me. I usually stay up late as well.

He smiled again, looking down at his desk as his cheeks tinted a bit. He hoped you didn’t notice. Was it weird that he already liked you so much? He was suddenly reminded of how his past crush had been stolen by another boy right in front of his eyes. His friends had told him he hadn’t been direct enough and that was why she had chosen someone more straightforward. But he had just been too shy to confess directly. He didn’t want to repeat that mistake again, so he took a breath and gathered some stored up courage, picking up his pen again.

Can I have your number?

He held up the sign nervously, one hand anxiously fiddling with his shirt as he waited for your response. You shouldn’t be too opposed, right?

I was just about to ask you! It’s *** *** **** :) 

You were smiling as widely as he was which both calmed his heart and made it beat faster. What if you liked him too? What if you thought he was cute? What if he had the same effect that you had on him? He shook off all of his thoughts, telling himself that he was getting ahead of himself. 

He carefully copied your number into a new contact and sent a simple ‘hey, it’s sungho’ to make sure he got it down correctly. You felt almost giddy receiving the first text from him. You had given your number to your crush just like that? And he had asked you for it? The thought had your cheeks heating up again.

It was past 1 and you were still texting him. It was hard to want to stop, he was just so cute, even over text. Whenever he thought he overstepped, he would apologise so fast until you told him that it was fine. It felt different from talking to him over the past 6 weeks. It felt way more like talking to a crush than talking to a friend, which didn’t help your bad case of lovesickness.

When you started to yawn, you decided you should probably say goodnight to him. He must be tired as well.

i’m a bit tired, i think i’m gonna go to sleep for the night - Y/n 1:21am

ok! sleep well, y/n!! - Sungho 1:21am

btw - Y/n 1:21am

yeah? - Sungho 1:22am

you’re really cute - Y/n 1:22am

goodnight! - Y/n 1:22am

You turned off your phone quickly, eyes a bit wide as you wondered why you had sent that last text. Where did you even get the confidence? God, what if he thought you were weird. He probably only saw you as a friend, or worse, the new annoying neighbour girl. You groaned at your stupidity and peeked at your phone again. He had read the text, but hadn’t replied.

“Shit, I really messed up.” You felt like smacking your head against the wall. What were you thinking?!

I think you’re cute too - Sungho 1:26am

You blinked, and then blinked again. Oh. You put down your phone and shut your eyes, willing yourself to go to sleep and not think about it too much. You could always wake up tomorrow and realise that this was a whole big misunderstanding or something. There was no way that Sungho really thought you were cute, right? But what if he did?

You opened your eyes again, looking at the texts with him again.

sleep well cutie <3 - Sungho 1:27am

You failed to get to sleep that night. So did Sungho.

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[innytoes]

Can I request 3 + 6 for the werecat willex au, please? 🥺 (optional wereraccoon Willie)

Listen, when his parents sent him to an Christian summer camp at age thirteen in the hopes of curing the signs of queerness that they seemed to have picked up on well before Alex realised that he wanted to kiss boys (that was a revelation for next summer camp), Alex never suspected he'd come back a were-cat.

Like, all he'd wanted to do was get away from his very loud bunk mates for a little while, and sit somewhere quiet in the forest, and maybe be a little homesick (not to his actual house, but to Bobby's garage, where his drum set was waiting, and his friends were probably having a great times without him).

And then there this fluffy, cute black cat had been, and it had been so friendly, and let him pet it while purring up a storm. He'd told it he wished he could be that carefree, just chasing butterflies and snoozing in the sun, and then the furry little asshole had bitten him.

Listen, Alex had been thirteen, and gangling, and his voice had started to crack and go high pitched really embarrassingly. How could he have known what was just puberty and what had been the start of transforming into a werecat?

But in the end, it was kind of a cool thing. Being a cat was very relaxing. Nobody had any expectations of cats. They could be assholes and they were cute. They could be shy and they were cute. The could nap all day and be cute. It did wonders for his anxiety, just like playing the drums did.

So now, whenever he'd have a rough day, or he needed to relieve some stress, or sometimes just because a sun beam looked particularly inviting, he'd go into Cat Mode, and be a cat. He'd walk over walls and fences he'd be too scared to fall off as a human (cats always landed on their feet). He'd chase butterflies or his own tail or just have the zoomies before curling up to nap. He'd go over to his really cute neighbour's house and curl up in his lap while being stroked and adored.

So sue him, if he had to deal with being forced into being a cat every full moon, he was going to get something out of it as well. Including getting to know Willie as a cat, so when he finally had the courage to actually talk to him, he could be cool about it.

(He was not cool about it, because when he finally talked to Willie it was because the guy had crashed into him on a skateboard. But it did break the ice. And they did start dating soon after.)

So yeah, being a part-time cat was kind of nice. Sure, he couldn't tell anyone about it, but it wasn't the kind of secret he minded keeping. It was less 'pretending he wasn't gay' and more 'not telling everyone he liked to dance to Whitney Houston in his underwear while cleaning.'

Things were perfect.

Except for The Raccoon.

The Raccoon had been following him around for several weeks now. Whenever he was out and about, catting it up, preening while little old ladies called him Such a Handsome Boy, The Raccoon was never far. And it was always trying to touch him with its creepy little almost human-like hands.

So Alex had started spending more time indoors. He built himself the cutest little cat-sized blanket fort in his comfy chair, with his favourite toy mousie and a soft blanket and just the perfect view out the window so he could look at birds.

Except then The Raccoon started showing up in front of his window. And... waving? It almost seemed like it was waving. Super weird.

The final straw was, one afternoon when Alex was taking a nap, a human, on the couch nap, he woke up to find a comforting weight on his chest.

Except when he opened his eyes, The Raccoon was staring up at him adoringly, creepy little hands petting his chest.

"Wargh!" Alex shouted, sitting up so fast The Raccoon was flung from his chest into his lap, which wasn't much better, so he flailed until it was on the ground. "No, no, no, get out! Get out!" he shouted, like it could understand him.

Except it seemed to, throwing him a hurt look and moving away, and then... growing. And growing. Until Willie was standing at his door, looking heartbroken. "Fine," his boyfriend said. "I thought it would be cool to date another were, but if you're going to be an asshole about it, never mind."

"Wait, what?" Alex said. "Willie? You were The Raccoon?"

Willie paused, looking just as confused as Alex felt. "Um yeah, I'm a wereraccoon."

"You're a werewhat?"

"You didn't know?" Willie asked incredulously.

"No!" Alex shrieked. "I thought this feral raccoon was stalking me, like some kind of deranged Pepe LePew!"

Sure, Willie laughing at him was better than the hurt look on his face, but the gleeful cackles still made him all hot in the face and... well, wish he was a cat so he could curl up in his little fort and not come out for several hours.

Which is what he did. Since apparently Willie had known he was a cat the entire time. When Willie was done laughing, he crouched in front of Alex' fort, looking contrite. "I'm sorry," he told him earnestly. "I thought you knew. I thought it was like tag, you know. I didn't mean to freak you out."

Slowly, Alex stuck his head out of the fort, booping his nose to Willie's.

Turned out the blanket fort was big enough for a cat and a raccoon if you snuggled close enough. And that even as a raccoon, Willie's little hands gave good scritches.

#julie and the phantoms #werecat au #willex #fanfic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #willie is going to be so amused and freaked out when he realises how much Alex does not know about were-culture #and also now that Alex knows he is 'The Raccoon' he FINALLY GETS TO SNUGGLE IN A LAP AND BE PET LIKE HE'S BEEN DOING FOR ALEX ALL THIS TIME

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with the sequel coming out, tell me again how you and arthur first fell in love! how did you meet! i wanna know your story!

I forgot the original story I had for us five years ago (I feel like it was that I saw Carnival dancing in the street, fell head over heels for this smiley clown, and approached him on a break to tell him I loved his dancing, but I could be wrong), so I have a new one which fits better the person I am now.🥺🙏 This is the SWEETEST ask and has me melting, I'm struggling so badly right now trying to balance everything going on and this ask is the perfect thing to give me five minutes to myself 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy the story!!

Arthur and I had a meet cute.

During the bus scene, we noticed that the lady never handed Arthur his card back even though she would have seen the text asking for the card to be returned (😡). So I can only assume she threw it on the floor or left it on the seat, I highly doubt she would have snatched the card and then taken it with her.

I was sat in the row directly behind Arthur so I saw and heard everything. His exchange with the child, the woman being rude (she was probably overworked, stressed and tired but there's no need to be rude to someone, especially if they've gone out of their way to try to cheer your baby up🥺), the sharp flick of laminated card as it hit the dirty bus floor.

I stared at that white card poking out from underneath her chair for the rest of the bus ride home, focusing on it to make sure I didn't forget to pick it up. I wanted to see what it said, and if it was indeed the man's in front of me then I'd return it to him.

(In real life I have run after people, total strangers, to give them back wallets, keys etc if they accidentally lose them on the bus, even if it isn't my stop; I can easily walk the rest of the way, that person needs their possession back way more.)

So when the bus stops and the man gets off, I remembered that Helm's Pharmacy carries my specific hair oil and I'm down to a third of a bottle so I need some more (my hair uses a lot of oil as it's a part of my daily routine and I will lose my shit if I don't have enough for the day's routine). I get up too, bending down to grab the small card on the way out.

It's nothing I haven't heard before as a psychology and counselling honours degree student, but the "please return this card" catches my attention and I'm so focused on reading the card that I almost walk right into Arthur's back as he stops to open the pharmacy door. I don't even remember getting off the bus; my body knows every part of my day because I live the same one over and over again without reprieve (but many complaints).

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, I was miles away." I am stammering, verbally tripping over myself as the man, his shoulders hunched up to his neck like he's expecting an attack, turns around. "I'm so sorry, really, it's just I realised you never got this card returned and I wanted to give it to you in case you need it, it looks well used and I'm so sorry I almost -"

My anxious rambling is cut off by a quiet high pitched giggle. Like recognises like as his ocean greens meet my hazel with green and gold flecks, and I fall instantly in love with the man whose name I don't know yet.

He waves a hand dismissively, and I hold his card out.

"Here, I'm so sorry again."

Arthur takes the card from me and stuffs into haphazardly into his pocket. I notice the colour of his jacket, his gorgeous eyes, those romantic dark curls, the nicotine stains on his fingers, the way he's wincing under the bright artificial lights of the pharmacy, and as I'm looking at Arthur, he's looking at me. I don't know what he's noticing about me, I've just finished work so I look an awful mess. Black bags under my eyes from weeks of sleep deprivation, messy hair falling out of its braid. A girl crumbling under the weight of the world and hoping she can keep it together long enough that no one will notice until she can get back to her bedroom and shatter. Only to pick herself up in the morning and do it all over again.

It's so similar to Arthur's mantra of step step step, but I don't know that, not yet.

"Th-thank you," Arthur stammers, sweeping a hand through his curls. I haven't realised we're both moving through the aisles to get what we need, and probably have been since I ran into him. I see my expensive hair oil and swipe two bottles, wincing at the price but willing to pay it for my favourite body part. I joke that it makes up for the rest of me... People always laugh but no one's realised yet that I'm being serious when I say it. In time, Arthur will, and he'll scold me for it. And I'll only smile, because he sees me and loves me all the same.

"You're welcome." I remember my manners and rush to introduce myself. "I'm sorry again to run into you, I'm Erika."

"Erika." Arthur repeats my name as he queues up for the prescription counter; I stand beside him. "My name's Arthur. Arthur Fleck."

And something inside me sighs in relief and whispers deep in the back of my mind, "oh, there you are."

#erileck #self-shipping #IM GONNA CRY OMGOMFOMGOMG HOLY SHIT ARTHURRRR🥺🥺🥺 #And yes im actually this anxious and twitchy irl and these are my thought processes #im a mess

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a/n: welcome back! sorry for such a long wait, but life got in the way of a lot of shit. i hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter!! &lt;3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, mentions of anxiety, mentions of past relationships, some brief angst.

The Beach: Chapter Thirty-Two

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Several days had passed since the incident that occurred just outside your apartment door. You and Konan were still both completely appalled by it all. The nerve those two men had appearing at your front door like they hadn’t done a single thing angered you. It was adding on to more stress that had already built up from before, and you didn’t have time for their shitty excuses or their lies. 

The day was bright and sunny. There wasn’t a single cloud roaming the baby blue sky. You had finally made your return to campus after spending yet another day or two away from it. Coming to class after having such a heavy absence weighed heavily on you, and your professors were quite stern on the fact that you were lucky that they had given you the chance to come back. Under normal circumstances, you would have been removed immediately for missing so much class, but they gave you that doubt since you were so academically gifted in your courses. You were relieved to hear such things, but they warned you that if it were to repeat that you could possibly lose your scholarship and be removed from their classes. You weren’t going to return to old habits whatsoever, so that would never happen again.

You now had a whole bunch of work to complete before semester grades were due. Your professors gave you some extra time, but you wanted to hop onto it as fast as you could. It would probably take you a good couple sleepless nights to make it possible, so you prepared yourself for just that. 

Many students passed you as you walked on the concrete path that led to your university’s library. You were somewhat on high alert. After everything that had gone down just a few days prior, you were making it a priority to avoid Itachi and Obito at all costs. Those two would probably be trying to seek you out for whatever reason they had, and you weren’t interested in speaking to either of the men. Konan informed you that if there was a problem, she would gladly leave class to deal with it. However, you told her to not do such a thing. She needed to focus on her own stuff. You could easily handle the situation if it ever came down to it. You weren’t afraid of either of them. You had spent way too many nights shedding tears over men who weren’t shit. Those evenings would come to an end here and now.

You stepped towards the entrance of the library. It was a fairly hot day, so being inside would give you some much needed relief from the sun's rays. 

Pulling the door open, you shuffled inside of the quiet space. Many people sat at random tables with their earbuds in or some people grouped together and worked on projects or homework they had to complete. You were relieved to see that it wasn’t too busy at the moment. It was still the middle of the day, so coming at that time was perfect. You could actually get some decent work done and maybe check out a book while you were at it. You doubted that second fact simply due to the fact that you were swamped with assignments and other work that needed to be done. You mentally cursed yourself for falling behind from everything, but the circumstances didn’t really align in your favor. That was the unfortunate part, but you were looking to completely put that past you and move forward with a clear mind. You had to finish this semester strong, no matter what. 

You made your way down one of the many aisles that were full of different kinds of books. Not a single novel was out of place. Those librarians definitely worked hard when it came to making sure everything was well organized there. 

You paused once you met the fiction section. There were many books lined against the shelves with different titles and a plethora of colors on the spines. There were a few that you read for your high school courses a while back, but a majority of them were foreign to you. A part of you had the urge to read something that would rip your heart out. Angsty romance? Maybe.. actually, no. That wouldn’t be the greatest idea, considering what had been going on the past few weeks. 

The idea of possibly reading something new flew out the window, so you decided to just find somewhere to sit so you could start your work. There was much to do and you knew if you didn’t get on top of it now, you would end up failing. Your parents would tear your head off if that happened. 

You turned the corner and froze in your spot. Your blood went cold inside of your body, and you honestly had no idea what to do. There was no way he was here. You didn’t like believing in coincidences, but this had to be the one at the top of the list that made you want to disappear into the floor. Standing just a couple feet away at the librarian's desk was your ex, Itachi Uchiha. He seemed to be inquiring about something and they were having a conversation that you really couldn’t pick up on. It was very quiet inside the library, but you really couldn’t read their lips. It was unfortunate, but you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to gain Itachi’s attention. He had been a pain in your ass for so long and you weren’t about to give in to whatever stupid words he was about to drop on you. Hell, even interacting with him would make you go off. 

Much to your dismay, Itachi turned his head at the wrong moment, and he made eye contact with you directly. Your heart quickened inside your chest and you quickly rushed away from his line of view. There’s no way he would chase you through a library. Itachi was all about following the rules and he was super respectful to people, especially to adults. It just fucking sucked that he couldn’t apply that same energy to you and your relationship with him. 

You managed to make it to the exit of the library where you reached the outside. You were so fucking annoyed that you couldn’t stay inside of the library to study, but being away from Itachi was the best option for you. If you would have stayed there, you would have probably started yelling at him and possibly thrown a few books in his direction so he would stay away. You never realized how fucking persistent your ex-boyfriend could be with you. He let you go so easily. Hell, he even placed himself in a position to lose you, and here he was trying to act like he hadn’t done anything wrong. It would make sense if it was the other way around, but this way? It made you want to laugh from how comical it was. 

You began to go down the concrete you were just on a few minutes prior. You figured you would just go home and study inside your apartment. At least you would have the privacy there and wouldn’t have to worry about someone invading your personal space. 

“(Y/N), please wait. I want to talk to you.”

A chill ghosted down your spine when you heard the familiar voice call behind you. There was a side of you that was telling you to just book it and run across campus, but there was another side that told you to just turn around and spill out everything that had been plagued inside of you for several months. Sure, you may have said some of it a few days before when Itachi first showed up, but you were once again given another chance to express that anger. It seemed like the universe was testing your patience.

You turned on your heels, facing Itachi. He seemed as nonchalant as ever while speaking to you. It made the frustration boil inside of you knowing that he was acting that way. He was the lucky one. He didn’t have to deal with the results of his significant other cheating on him with someone else, then completely victimizing themselves over something they did. He just never understood that, and you doubt he ever would. It was honestly baffling that he had the nerve to speak to you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. This was beginning to become ridiculous. You couldn’t even walk around your own campus without him on your tail. Part of you even considered going to the campus police about it, but they probably wouldn’t do much. “What? What is there to talk about, Itachi?” your tone was harsh, making him shift uncomfortably from the way it sounded. 

Itachi stepped towards you, cautiously. In all honesty, you wanted to hit him in the face. He wasn’t saying a damn word, which was annoying. All you wanted was for him to speak and he was making it so much harder than it needed to be. He was testing your patience today and the last thing you needed was for him to waste your time over something stupid. “I just wanted to talk about us.. I know I came around suddenly, but trust me, I don’t have bad intentions with you!” he protested, placing his hands up defensively. “I mean that, and I can prove it.”

Your head cocked to the side. You grew curious by what he meant by that, but a part of you was still on the fence. This was Itachi of all people. The same man who swore up and down that he would never hurt you, but yet, he did. He put himself in that spot and him trying to retract it all like it was nothing made you irritated. He shouldn’t have had that right, but you wanted to know what he was going to say. For all you knew, he could lie to you again and you weren’t about to fall for it again. “Okay.. then speak.” you narrowed your eyes on your ex-boyfriend, trying to see what he was going to do. 

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He looked somewhat hesitant to reply to you, but that quickly shifted when he took a deep breath. “I’ve changed, and I mean that. I did a lot of thinking after we broke up and I know I was the asshole.. you have every right to be angry with me, but I just want to fix my mistakes.” he walked a bit closer to you. “Please.. let me show you I’ve changed. I want to take you out.. we can get something to eat and talk. I promise.. you won’t regret it.” 

You stood there, astounded. 

To be honest, you had no idea what to say to him. At first glance, it seemed like he was being genuine with you. He had that believable tone that you almost believed for a moment, but you knew better than that. Hanging out with your ex would only bring you more attachments and it wouldn’t be a great idea. Konan would probably whoop your ass if you went out with him, so you knew you would decline. There was no way you would let that happen. 

But, at the same time, you were conflicted.

There was a possibility that Itachi did change. You had seen plenty of men actually shift their behavior after they hurt their girlfriends. You could pull up so many examples, but that wasn’t the point. It had been almost a whole year since the two of you had broken up, and that gives someone a lot of time to reflect on what they had done. You knew if you had done such a thing that you would feel horrible, but was it the same for Itachi? Did he truly feel guilty for what he had done to you that day? Some people say that second chances are good things and you should give them out sometimes if the person deserves it. The only question was.. did Itachi deserve a second chance? There was also that side that believed once a cheater always a cheater. That was very true as well. 

You were stuck and you hated it.

You let out air through your nose. You were nervous standing there, because he seemed to be waiting for your answer. You really didn’t know what to say to him, but you had to come up with something. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea..” you let your eyes fall to the floor, avoiding his gaze. 

Itachi knew you would say something like that. You were still the same girl he met all that time ago. He then pulled out his phone, making you raise an eyebrow. You were confused at what he was doing with it, but it didn’t take very long for you to realize what his motive was. “Here.. take my phone number. If you want to.. we should have that date, but if not, that’s okay too.” he handed you his cell phone which displayed his number across the top. “I really want this to work, (Y/N).”

Instead of arguing, you took out your own phone and snapped a photo of his number. He wore this soft smile when he saw that you saved it in your contacts. It was the same smile that you fell for all those months ago. It just hurt you that the grin you adored so much became the one you despised to see on a daily basis. 

“See you around..” 

Itachi then walked away from you, leaving you standing there completely stunned with what you had just done. You could feel your stomach churning with nervousness and anxiety. You wanted to keep the entire thing to yourself, because you really didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened. You knew damn well Konan would go for his throat, and you already had enough shit to deal with. 

However, you only felt one emotion.

Confliction.

#the beach #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto series #naruto fanfic #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x y/n #obito #obito x reader #obito x you #obito x y/n #anime fanfiction #anime fanfic #anime

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Rouge&Ruby - The Circumstances of the Second Month 2

(Location: TV station lounge)

(After an Eden music program recording session)

Hiyori: Ah, that was fun! Talking and singing together is the best after all!

There’s a unique sense of fulfillment that only comes from working together as Eden……♪

Jun: I think the recording turned out good too. You're super energized aren't you, Ohiisan?

Hiyori: Of course, after all the four of us working together is just delightful, right?

That’s why there’s so many things I want to do. Since the New Year, Adam and Eve have been taking way too many separate jobs.

Jun: I also agree with you on that. Tomorrow and the day after that, I’ll be on location with you.

Hiyori: What? Are you saying you’re unsatisfied with being on location with me?

Jun: No no, I’m talking about the workflow of the units. 

I’m just feeling a bit stressed so can you not hit me please~?

Hiyori: Hmph. I don’t like how Ibara is scheduling our work without any kind of explanation either!

I’m sure you have an idea behind it but couldn’t you at least explain it? What foul weather!

Nagisa: …… Fufu. Hiyori-kun, you’re talking like me.

Hiyori: Eh?

Nagisa: …… I asked Ibara what he was thinking in the car on the way to the TV station.

Hiyori: Oh, is that so? Fufu, Nagisa-kun and I are inseparable even when we’re apart……♪

Nagisa: …… Yes, we have a telepathic connection.

Hiyori and Nagisa: ………☆ (High five)

Jun: (Whispering) Wait a sec. The seniors are getting all buddy buddy. But you, why are you being so quiet?

Ibara: (Whispering) It’s not like that. I’m simply watching them get along with a smile……♪

Jun: Liar~…… If you started talking at the wrong time, you’d get caught up in their talk so I guess you’re just watching and waiting.

Ibara: If I were to insert myself into a conversation between His Highness and Jun, or His Highness and His Excellency- I feel like such an action would be tasteless.

I was not directly asked to explain, so I don’t think I need to interrupt them.

Hiyori: Don’t you forget that!

The reason I didn’t ask was because I assumed there was something going on so I did my absolute best to put up with it. I wanted so badly to say “Explain this right now!”

Ibara: …… I don’t think I want to hear that while you’re high fiving and holding hands. But thank you for your consideration.

For the time being, until a request for it comes in…… or something like that, I thought I’d explain after I’d laid a certain amount of groundwork.

If it’s something only I know about then I can move it along at my own pace. Additionally, it was also more convenient to just stay silent.

Nagisa: …… In the car, you said you’d explain when Eden is gathered. Is now not a good time?

Hiyori: Is that what he said? Then why don’t we hurry along and get to it, all four of us are here so it’s perfect timing.

Ibara: The time isn’t bad, but this isn’t the right place to talk about it.

I can’t show any materials here, and most importantly we can’t occupy this changing room forever. We haven’t even changed out of our costumes yet.

Nagisa: …… Right. We should have changed out of our costumes first, Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: Yes, that’s true. I just got excited, but changing clothes is the priority.

Jun: (While starting to change) …… Actually, I have an idea of what Ibara wants to talk about.

Ibara: You do?

Jun: Yeah. Something to do with Chocolat Fes. You said you’d give more details later back at New Year’s.

Hiyori: ?

Ibara: …… Ah, when we spoke on New Year’s? Now that I’m thinking about it, I do remember something like that.

Nagisa: ?

Hiyori: What are you two talking about?! Before I knew it, you two were keeping secrets from us?

I can’t believe Jun and Ibara left us out of it. This is a big deal, Nagisa-kun. It’s depressing to have secrets kept from me……!

Nagisa: …… I don’t think they were trying to leave us out, but if Hiyori-kun is sad then I am too.

…… Ibara, could you clarify?

Ibara: (Whispering) …… It’s Jun’s fault. I was procrastinating on telling you all so I could continue moving at my own pace a little while longer.

Jun: (Whispering) You threw the subject back to me, didn’t you? Can you not blame just me for once?

Ibara: …… Even if you ask me to explain, as I said before, this is not the best place to do so.

I’ll arrange a time for us to properly meet at the office at a later date.

Nagisa: …… I’ll be fine as long as Ibara tells me the time and date. What I want to know is what happened on New Year’s.

Jun: It’s not like it was a special event or anything.

I was going for a run on New Year’s and noticed the ES building lights were lit on the 18th floor.

I was curious and went to check it out and it turns out Ibara was working. So we just chatted for a bit.

Hiyori: You were training the day after SS, weren’t you Jun-kun? And Ibara, even though it was New Year’s you were working as usual!

Nagisa: …… I know you two were training, but I’d like it if you both took a break.

Ibara: Don’t concern yourself with it, Your Excellency. I was advised to rest at an appropriate time.

Jun: And after telling him that, this guy started hitting his keyboard with shocking speed.

…… Ah, could it be… 

Had you been preparing for that COMP shoot a while ago since the beginning of the year?

Hiyori: Ah… It was a sudden shoot, it had me wondering when it was even prepared. While the world was busy celebrating New Year’s, Ibara was busy laying groundwork wasn’t he?

Jun: He was saying it was a rough plan or something like that. If it’s to refine that, I guess he’s willing to give up his day off and work.

Nagisa: …… Ibara’s been moving around a lot. But, this has something to do with Chocolat Fes, right?

…… Does this mean the preparations Ibara’s been progressing through has something to do with our activities?

Ibara: Aah well, you have too many questions! I don’t particularly care at the moment so interpret it as you like.

Or rather, I said I would explain it another day, didn’t I? So no more questions! Denied!

Come on, let’s hurry up and get dressed! I’m arranging for a car to pick us up so no slacking!

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Yours Truly 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5516

Warnings: slight mentions of a toxic relationship

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When Bucky put the ad for a roommate in the paper Sam made fun of him. “Only old people read the paper now Buck! You’re gonna get stuck with someone who’s just as old as you.” The jokes only continued when someone reached out to him about it via letter in the mail.

Dear James,

I’m reaching out about your roommate posting. I would be almost the picture perfect roommate. I’m relatively quiet and would never come home super late and wake you up from being too loud. You’d probably won’t even see me much because I'd mainly be in my room if I was home. I also would be willing to be the designated cook of the apartment, I like to feed people. And since it’s only fair to include the cons of me being a roommate here’s some of them. I would probably make the place a bit of a mess because I get distracted while in the middle of things sometimes, though I will clean it up so you don’t have to. I deep clean things when I get anxious or stressed so you may come home one day to me hyper fixating on a stain on the counter. I know it can be annoying, my last roommate hated that so it’s a con not a pro. Sometimes I stress cook late at night but  that would rarely happen at the apartment and even if it did I try to be as quiet as possible. Also I have a bit of a duck obsession so you might find a stray statue or two around in the living room while I find space for it in my room. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Y/n Y/l/n

“Dude, ducks?” Sam laughed when he read it. “That’s an old person's hobby. And she likes to feed people? I bet she’s a mom whose kids have all grown and flown the nest.”

“She had a previous roommate Sam, I doubt she’s that old.”

“Yeah, probably in an old folks home.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway she’s the only one who reached out that seems like a decent roommate.” Bucky shudders at the thought of Chad the ex frat boy who spent the whole time talking about ‘his boys’, Darla the girl who spent the entire time flirting with him, and Chris the stoner who showed up to their meeting high as a kite. They weren’t awful people, just not anyone Bucky would want to share an apartment with. He wastes no time in getting a pen out and writing his response asking you when you would be able to move in while Sam raids his fridge. Bucky doesn’t even feel the need to meet you after the letter, the other candidates had all sent him emails asking him when he would want to meet for an interview without stating anything about themselves. He makes sure to throw the letter in a mailbox while on his way out with Sam to road trip to Steve's place for the weekend.

When you get his response in the mail you immediately call up your friend Kate to help you start packing. You’ve been desperate to get out of your apartment since your ex cheated on you with your roommate and he kept coming over after the breakup. You’ve mainly been crashing at Kate’s place since then. 

You’re quick to save his number, that was included in the letter, in your phone and shoot him a text telling him you could move in as soon as he was ready for you, typing it up as if you were sending him a letter. It was something you had started doing with your grandparents after they finally got smart phones and figured out text to speech. You had always sent letters back and forth to each other, but so much time would pass between letters getting to them and coming back to you so you had brought up texting to keep in touch since you barely had time to call them anymore. They had issues with typing responses out and would always type it out like a letter when they did. And now they speak letters into their phones and you respond to them in the same fashion.

It has become second nature to you now to respond to people that way. Kate and her roommate Yelena found it endearing while your ex and almost ex roommate found it annoying. They had told you it made them hate texting you. But that was fine, you didn’t care much about them anymore anyway. Your roommate had always been a bit of a bitch and you could tell your relationship was nearing its end when they began to say things that hurt your feelings and called you a baby anytime you confronted them about it.

James responds to your message hours later while you’re piling boxes in the back of Kate’s SUV. There doesn’t even seem to be a hint of annoyance at how you formed your text in his response.

“Did he answer you?” Kate asks as she notices you standing in the entrance of your building holding a box on your hip and smiling at your phone.

“Yeah, he said I could move in Tuesday.”

“Perfect, we’ll get the rest of your stuff in the car today and then it's sayonara assholes. You’ll stay with me and Yels till move in day where we’ll unpack your shit and run to Ikea.”

“Don’t you have to work on Tuesday?”

“I’ll call in and tell them something came up. What are they gonna do, fire me? I’m not gonna let you go meet a stranger by yourself.” She shrugs and you roll your eyes at her as you shut the trunk.

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to be living with him for goodness sake. I think it’s fine if I meet him by myself.”

“How are you even getting there if I go to work? You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll drop you off at work and pick you up when you’re done so we can do Ikea.”

“Let’s just get your last couple bags and get out of here. Maybe Yelena will be able to go with you.”

That night when you’re back at their shared house Yelena helps you convince Kate that you’ll be fine going alone. ‘She knows how to defend herself Kate’ and ‘you’ll meet the guy after you go to Ikea’ really helped sell it. She can’t go with you because she has a sister date with Natasha since she’s back in the country from vacation.

“Text me when you get there, after you meet him, and in between trips to get your shit out of the car.” Kate demands as you pull up to the restaurant she works at.

“Sir yes sir.” You salute her while smiling at her protectiveness.

“Good, I love you, don’t get serial murdered.” She gives you a quick hug before running out of the car and leaving you alone. You take a big breath in to calm your nerves before sending James a text and pulling out of your parking space.

“What are you doing here again?” Bucky asks Sam as he exits his building, his friend close behind him.

“Because I gotta see who shows up and your reaction when you see that I’m right.” An SUV then pulls into a parking lot close to the building and Bucky’s phone pings with a text stating that you’re here in the form of a letter that he’s catching on that you do. It brings a smile to his face anytime he sees dear James pop up in his notifications.

“That’s her, are you going to be any help or are you gonna just stand around?” Bucky asks Sam as he takes a few steps closer to the car.

“I guess I’ll help.” Sam mutters before the car door closing catches his attention and his head snaps over to look at you walking around the back of the car. “Dude no way that’s your new roommate.” He whispers so only Bucky can hear, earning him a shove. As you approach the men a big smile takes over your face and Bucky can’t help but think you look like a ray of sunshine in the yellow sundress you’re wearing.

“Hi! You must be James.”

“Hey there little lady, I’m Sam.” He intercepts the handshake Bucky was about to accept. “I’m this brooding asshole's best friend so I’m sure we’ll get to know each other in no time.” He winks at you causing your face to heat up before Bucky shoves him away.

“You’re not my best friend. Y/n?”

“Yep, that's me.” You’re taken aback when you finally get a good look at the man you’ll be living with. You definitely weren’t expecting it to be someone this attractive. 

“Do you want a tour of the place before or after we bring your stuff in?”

“Oh, um preferably after since we’re already out here if you don’t mind.” He gestures toward the car and you hurry to open the trunk. While you start to swing multiple duffle bags onto your shoulders James stops you and slides them off.

“Here Sam, be some help.” He hands them all to Sam before sliding you out of the way gently so he can grab a small stack of boxes. “Don’t worry about grabbing so much at once doll, we’re more than capable of taking most of the load.” Your eyes widen at the pet name and you quickly grab the two boxes marked ‘Ducks’ before following your new roommate while Sam shuts the trunk for you.

You can’t help but look around the lobby of the building with your mouth slightly open, it was already so much nicer than your previous apartment building. And you get excited as you watch him press the call button for the elevator, thrilled that you won’t have to lug everything up to the new apartment on the stairs like you did getting it to Kate’s car.

“So what made you reach out in a letter?” Sam asks as the doors slide closed.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I’m not actually much of an email person and letters just seem so much more personal.” As you explain you miss the glare Bucky shoots his friend. “Whoa!” You exclaim after entering your new apartment. You walk into an open floor plan with the kitchen straight to your left. “This is like a dream come true.” You run your hands on the marble countertops after placing the boxes you had on the island. 

“You’ll be in the master bedroom, it comes with your own bathroom and a walk-in closet. There’s a bed in there already but we can get you a new one if you don’t want to use one Sam’s slept on.”

“Wait hold on, the master bedroom? James I-”

“Bucky.”

“What?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Oh well, Bucky I couldn’t take the master room, you were here first so it should be yours.” He just shakes his head at you.

“I don’t need a big space, I picked the regular room when I first moved in. Your room has just acted as a guest room for when Sam decided to crash here.” He puts the boxes in his arms down after he speaks. “If you want we can finish unloading your car while you start to unpack.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” You dig around your bag for a second before pulling out the keys and placing them in Bucky’s outstretched hand. “Just please don’t steal the car, it's not mine.”

“Don’t worry doll. Feel free to look around the place before starting anything, you’re right through there.” He points to a doorway before leaving. You grab your bags Sam put down near your bedroom door before opening it up. You squeal at the big bed in the middle of the room, tossing yourself onto it while grabbing your phone to tell Kate about Bucky and how you won’t be needing to buy a bed after all. You look around the room smiling at the tv already mounted on the wall before a door catches your eye and your curiosity takes over even though you could never leave that bed again and be happy. The master bath you walk into is huge but you can’t help but feel a little disappointed about there only being a tub, being more of a shower person, but you could make it work. 

You keep going, then opening the next door and finding it to be the walk-in closet Bucky had mentioned. You don’t have nearly enough clothes to fill the space up so you decide in the moment to turn it into an office and where you’ll set up your gaming systems. Your phone rings as you think about what you could do with the space and you answer it without looking at the caller id.

“Dude you got a master bedroom!?”

“Kate? Shouldn’t you be working?”

“Nah I got out early so I’m on my way to you now.”

“I just dropped you off like twenty minutes ago, how’d you manage to get out already?”

“Faked being sick.” You can tell that she shrugged while she answered you, you could practically hear it in her voice.

“You’re ridiculous.” You make your way back to the actual room and open the bags you brought in before realizing you can’t actually unpack anything due to not having any dressers or anything yet. You can hear her tell the cab driver the address. “You know I could’ve just come back to get you.”

“And miss the chance to just appear in your space? No thanks besides your new roommate should get used to seeing me pop up all the time.” You chuckle at her words while heading back out at the same time that Bucky and Sam were coming back in.

“Is there anything else in the car? Do you want some help getting it?” You pull the phone away from your mouth while you question Bucky who's placing more boxes down in the living room area.

“There’s a few more boxes and a container but we got it don’t worry.” He smiles at you and you send one back his way before he’s pushing Sam back out the door.

“Was that him? He sounds hot.”

“Oh, I didn’t mention that in the text? Whoops.” You make sure to sound as innocent as possible while you make your way to the set of doors across from your bedroom. One being Bucky’s room that you take no more than a one second glance in not wanting to cross any boundaries, the other being the regular bath that you’re glad to see has a shower tub combo. You’ll have to see if he’ll care if you mainly use that one.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate you lately? Oh I’m here, I’ll see you in a minute, love you!” She hangs up while you laugh and shake your head at her.

“I’m just saying she could be good for you.” You can hear Bucky groan at whatever Sam was talking about as they come back again.

“Shut up Sam.” 

“Hey Bucky, do you care if I use this bathroom to shower, I’m not real big on baths.” You turn the corner to see Bucky putting down another big stack of boxes and notice for the first time that he has a metal arm. “You'd obviously be free to use the master bath anytime you’d like too.”

“Feel free to use whatever you like, just give me a heads up when you’re gonna be using it. And feel free to spread out your stuff, it doesn’t need to all be confined to your room, you should be able to feel at home anywhere you are.”

“Are you sure?” You bite your bottom lip as you glance around the place and Bucky’s gaze shoots down to watch the action.

“Positive.”

“Alright, I’m out of here! Y/n it was great to meet you, I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah you too, bye Sam.”

“See you at work grandpa!” Sam waves as he leaves your new home.

“Grandpa?” 

“Sam likes to say I belong in the fifties because I’m an old soul or some shit like that.”

“So you’re not like a sixty year old man? Bummer.” You fake a pout before moving to look at what boxes you could start unpacking. A knock on the door interrupts you just as you’re lifting up a box filled with your kitchen stuff.

“Can I help you?” Bucky opens the door while you start looking through cupboards to get a feel on where to put everything.

“Hi I- Woah!” Kate brushes past your new roommate and comes to a full stop once she sees the place. “That’s it Y/n, I’m coming over every morning to have my coffee on that balcony.” You make a face not even realizing there was a balcony.

“Who are you?”

“Kate Bishop.” She thrusts her hand in Bucky’s direction. 

“Sorry Bucky, I guess I forgot to mention in the letter the con of my clingy best friend always being around.”

“I am not clingy!” Kate fake gasps walking over to you while scooping your keys off of the counter. “I just like to be around you every chance I get. Yelena’s the same way.”

“Yeah but she makes it less obvious.” You laugh at the look on her face and pull her into a hug. In full honesty you were all equally as clingy as the next when it came to your trio. You’d all been dealt hands in life that were less than ideal and upon meeting in college you all instantly clicked and were basically inseparable. 

“You ready to head out, I think Yelena said she was gonna meet us there.”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Do you need anything while I’m out Bucky?”

“Nah, I'm good doll. I put your copy of the key on your keychain by the way.” Kate mouths the word doll at you with wide eyes while you push her towards the door.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit then. Probably with some Ikea meatballs that I’ll cook for dinner!” 

“Yelena I’m telling you the only thing we need to worry about her living with a stranger is them falling in love and Y/n suddenly having no time for us.”

“We’re not going to fall in love Kate. Which dresser should I get?”

“Get the gray Huaga storage combination with the wardrobe. Why do you think they will fall in love?” You nod at Yelena and take a picture of which aisle you’ll find it in.

“Because he’s hot! And called her doll on our way out!” 

“That does not mean anything.” Yelena scoffs at Kate while grabbing your arm before you can start looking at book shelves. “Don’t forget that we already have bookshelves from last time we were here. They’re in my car right now.” She turns back to your shared friend. “We’re hot and call Y/n pet names, we haven’t fallen in love with her.”

“Yet.” You wink at the blonde next to you while grabbing her hand and heading in the direction of desks. “Kate, relax hun okay? Even if we do fall in love, which we won’t, we’d still see each other just as much as we do now. And if we fall in love and the breakup and things get awkward, I’ll just move in with you guys.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just do that in the first place.”

“Because we all know how much of a disaster that was in college. None of us ever slept, Yels made our diets almost strictly mac and cheese, and any time there was a minor inconvenience one of us would whip out the alcohol since we were all there already.”

“Alright come you two, I’ve picked out your desk let’s go get everything and get out of here.”

“You picked out my desk? What if I don’t like it?” You knew you’d love it. Yelena was always the fashionista of the group and has done phenomenal things as an interior designer.

“You’ll like it.”

“Why don’t we just call that strong hunk upstairs to come get these?” Each of you are carrying a bookshelf box into the building wanting to get the stuff from Yelena’s car out first since she was going to have to leave first.

“Because he’s already helped me so much today, I don’t want him to get annoyed with it.”

“I don’t think he would get annoyed with it. You are a damsel in distress, call on him like he’s your knight.”

“Not you too Yels.” You groan and drag your box out of the elevator to the door so you can open it. “My room is to the left, go ahead and put the boxes in there and we can go grab more.” You stay back and shut the door once they’re in and start trying to get the much taller than you box to your room without dropping it.

“Let me help with that.” The next thing you know Bucky’s taking it out of your arms and walking towards your room.

“You don’t have to keep helping me, you know.”

“I know, I want to.” He smiles at you over his shoulder and your heart skips a beat.

“We’re heading out for more boxes. Hi Bucky!” Kate smiles at him and sends you an ‘I told you so’ look when he’s not looking.

“Barnes? Is that really you?” Yelena asks as she passes him, stopping in her tracks once she recognizes his face.

“Belova? What are you doing here?” There’s a small smile on his face as he speaks. “It’s been a while.”

“Oh you two know each other? That’s cool, really cool. So remember when I said I come with a clingy best friend? I actually come with two and Yelea’s the other one.” You nervously chuckle not expecting this at all and feeling a twinge in your heart at how they’re looking at each other.

“C’mon guys I don’t want to be the only one hauling boxes up here. There’s only three left, let's go.” Kate yells from the door oblivious to what’s happening inside.

“Coming!” Yelena breaks her gaze from Bucky’s and rushes out while he shakes his head as if breaking out of a daze and keeps going into your room. You’re still standing there when he exits, staring at the wall lost in thought.

“Doll, you okay?” His voice is laced with concern while his hands lay on your shoulders.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good just zoned out sorry.”

“Alright, let’s go get the rest of your stuff.” He takes your hand in his own, sensing that you’re still in some sort of daze and leads you out of the apartment and into the elevator. “You with me Y/n?” That breaks you out of it completely.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here. So, how do you know Yelena?” You look down at your feet, digging into the ground with your toe.

“We grew up together, me, her, her sister, and my friend Steve. I haven’t seen her in a couple years now but we talk every now and then.” A feeling you know far too well from your previous relationship starts to fill you up. You know that there’s no reason for you to feel jealous of Yelena. What? Just because she knows your hot roommate more than you do, more than you might ever know him. Or because of the smiles and looks they shared before Kate interrupted the moment. You’re just being ridiculous, you shouldn’t feel jealous, even if there is a possibility that they dated.

“That’s cool! I met her through school but it honestly feels like I’ve known her forever, her and Kate. They’re two of the most important people in my life.” You beam up at him quickly getting rid of the jealous feeling at the thought of your best friends. Bucky smiles back at you, starting to believe that your smiles are contagious because he’s never smiled this much in one day ever.

“Took you guys long enough!” Kate exclaims as you approach her and she pulls a box from the back seats to hand to Yelena. “There’s just one more box and the bag.” Bucky grabs the box before you can try to get him to take the bag instead and heads towards the building with your friends leaving you to lock the car. You rush to catch up with them so you can hold open the door.

“Thanks.”

“Thanks babe! You’re the best.” Kate smiles at you and you laugh while she tries to wink at you. Bucky gulps while he watches shoving away whatever odd feeling that was starting in his chest. He suddenly gets a caveman-like urge to claim you.

“Thanks dollbaby but you go ahead.” Bucky repositions the box in one arm while taking the door from you in the other. You ignore the butterflies at the new nickname.

“No, you’re the one with the box. You go.” 

“Pretty ladies first.” He leans down slightly and lowers his voice so only you hear him. When you don’t move he speaks again. “I can stand here all day.”

“Fine.”

“C’mon lovebirds you’re making me jealous. And Yelena can’t keep the elevator open forever.”

Once back in the apartment Kate and Yelena immediately start ripping into boxes to start building furniture while you look for the angel hair pasta you’re sure you brought with you. When you can’t find it in the boxed marked kitchen you head to ask Kate if she remembers where you put it.

“Hey Kate, do you know where I put all the food I brought with me?”

“I marked the box Y/n’s magic ingredients.” She doesn’t look up from her pile of pieces. “I think we both opened up bookshelves instead of the dresser.”

“That’s fine. Do you guys want me to help build and I’ll just order a pizza or something?”

“Y/n I swear to god you better make me spaghetti and meatballs.”

“You ladies need any help in here?” Bucky comes in before you can respond to Yelena and before you can answer him Kate does for you.

“Yeah I think we could, that way Y/n can make us a delicious dinner. You can help Yelena out so she can leave when she has to instead of feeling like she has to stay until it’s done.” You stop yourself from glaring at Kate at her suggestion so as to not let her catch on to what you’re feeling and because it makes sense.

“I’ll come get you when foods ready then I guess.” You make your way out of the room and start looking for the box Kate told you you’d find your food in. When your phone beeps with a message from Kate saying ‘don’t forget food is the way to a man's heart’ you can’t help but burst out laughing.

You’re pouring everything in the sauce and beginning to mix it together when you yell out that the food’s done. Kate comes running out to you hugging you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder while Yelena makes her way out next immediately searching for a bowl. Bucky follows after he rests the bookshelf he just finished against the wall. Upon exiting the room and seeing you and Kate his hands ball into fists while he ignores the feeling that he wishes that was him holding you.

“The bowls are to your right.” He announces causing the three of you to look his way. He had taken his jacket off while helping your friends build your furniture and you notice how his black shirt hugs him in all the right places.

“Just wait till you try this Bucky, Y/n’s some sort of witch when it comes to cooking.” Kate’s always been your own personal hype man.

“And baking.” Yelena chimes in while handing Kate a bowl and putting the other two to the side.

“You two give me way too much credit.” You step away from the pot so they can help themselves to the pasta, always wanting to make sure everyone else is fed first. “You first Bucky.” You motion for him to get a bowl once Kate and Yelena go sit at the table in between the living room and the kitchen. “If you make me go first I’ll just make you a bowl instead of myself one.” 

“Go sit down with your friends.” And with that Bucky picks up both of the bowls in front of you and starts to fill them both up. Your mouth is parted the whole way to the table because no one has ever made you a bowl of something you made before.

“I have to leave when we’re done eating but one of the bookshelves is finished thanks to Barnes. I have an early meeting tomorrow and then I’ll be with Natasha but I’ll see you the day after right?”

“Yeah.”

“I should head out soon after my bookshelf is done, I told Clint I’d meet him at the training facility early. But I’ll be back tomorrow to help you build whatever isn’t done tonight.”

“Don’t worry we’ll get it all built before you’re back.” Bucky says as he sits down, placing a bowl in front of you and scooching his chair a little bit closer to you. Your stomach fills with nerves as you watch him take a bite of spaghetti, anxious to see what he thinks of it. He groans as he chews the sound music to your ears and you can’t stop the giant smile from invading your face.

“You like it?”

“Like it? Doll, I don’t know how I’ve lasted living this long without it. It’s extraordinary.” 

“I told you!” Kate’s hand slams down on the table and Bucky shoves another forkful in his mouth. “It’s all thanks to her amazing sauce.” You duck your head down not being able to handle all the compliments getting thrown your way.

Bucky insists on doing the dishes once everyone’s down eating and doesn't give you room to try to tell him he didn’t have to. Yelena gives you a big hug and tells Kate to behave before leaving. And you follow Kate back into your new room to help her do the last few steps of the bookshelf so she could go get some rest.

“I’m gonna start operation get you two together once I get home by the way.” She whispers in your ear before heading out leaving you to shake your head at her words. Upon getting into your room you spot Bucky starting to put together the last book shelf.

“You don’t have to do that, Buck.” You don’t even realize you shorten his name and you let out a yawn after speaking.

“You’re tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“How bout you go change into pajamas and then you can help me with this.” It wasn’t a question, you could tell by his tone and how he shoved the duffle bags of clothes at you. You just shrug your shoulders and start digging through bags to find the one that has your sleep clothes in it. You slip into the bathroom once you find them and change into the big tshirt that once belonged to your friend Peter and a pair of sleep shorts. When you come out Bucky’s eyes go straight to your bare legs and he swallows before speaking again. “Tell me exactly where you want each shelf to go.”

“Umm, I like the idea of them being on each side of the tv. Maybe two on one side and one on the other. Because I want to put the dresser under the window.” You sit on the bed while you talk and Bucky smiles a little at how distracted you are so he can build on his own.

“What are you going to put on the shelves?” You hum before yawning again.

“I know you’re just keeping me talking so I don’t try to help you. I can see through your deceit. But I’m gonna put my books on the two that’ll be next to each other and movies on the one by itself.”

“I’m gonna be hammering so it might wake you up a bit.”

“I’m not even asleep.” As he hammers the back onto the shelves you watch his arm flex with each swing. You stand up once he’s done to help him stand it up and move it where it needs to go. “Thanks for all the help today Bucky.” You tell him after all three shelves are in position.

“Anytime. Now get some sleep doll, I’ll help you build the other stuff tomorrow.”

“Okay, goodnight Bucky.” You give him a soft smile and he gives it right back.

“Goodnight angel.”

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Bellamira was less than pleased having to return back to her duties after spending a few days in the Ghoul's den with Swiss. Apparently Cardi had slipped up even though Rain had made up an excellent cover story with Aether. However Sister Imperator could see right through anything so Cardi wasn't at too much fault here. Bellamira had definitely been slacking off but it was hard to focus on cleaning or assisting new sisters when Swiss was at the peak of his heat. 

Plus Swiss didn't make things easier on her by any means throughout the week. His constant need for attention or to fuck was physically exhausting but Bellamira wasn't going to complain. Being able to spend a few days with her mate was exhilarating. However what Mira wasn't too thrilled about was the constant badgering from the new sister who couldn't quite catch the hint that Swiss wasn't interested. 

It was like the women had a sixth sense when it came to finding where she was in the abbey. Even if Mira wasn't doing something on her usual schedule, she was able to sniff her out somehow. It was honestly completely infuriating to deal with especially when she was trying to rush back to the Ghoul den without being seen by her. Sister Evelyn was making Bellamira reach a breaking point which was extremely difficult but the women knew how to push all the wrong buttons. 

"If Sister Imperator doesn't switch my schedule then there might be another small fire set in the abbey." Bellamira grumbled. She had sought out Cardi for some kind of advice but the man was kicking it into high gear trying to make it to rehearsals. Their work load of paperwork had been quite intense that afternoon with upcoming ritual deadlines and countless other small things to approve for the abbey. 

"Sorella for all that is unholy, please don't set the abbey on fire-" Cardi pleaded, his eyes showing pure alarm in them. Dew would be willing to set anywhere ablaze and if Mira got a hold of him for the suggestion, they would be absolutely screwed. 

"I didn't say I'd set the entire abbey on fire, Cardi." Mira laughed it off. As much as she couldn't stand Sister Evelyn, there was no reason for violence especially if it put the abbey at risk. Just hopefully the woman's curiosities would die out so Mira could get some peace and quiet for once. 

"We're setting the abbey on fire now?" Rain had been rushing like Hell to get to rehearsals until seeing the leisurely stroll from Mira with a panicked Papa. Sister Imperator would cause absolute chaos if things ran late due to the Ghouls but less so if Papa was the reason behind it. 

"Nobody is setting anything on fire-" Cardi groaned. Sometimes having to deal with Mira and Rain's antics were too much when the stress was building up. However Bellamira would argue on that considering she never started too many problems except for teasing the hell out of Cardi as a joke. 

"Sister Bellamira! Wait up-" Mira huffed while crossing her arms. How the hell did she find her at this hour? Usually most of the clergy was eating in the hall, indulging in sin or getting ready to sleep. Rain glanced back seeing Sister Evelyn rushing down the hall to reach the three of them, swerving around a few sister's who were raising an eyebrow in question. 

"Now is the perfect time to kill me-" Bellamira groaned internally before spinning around with a fake smile. As much as it killed her to be kind to this one, she had a reputation to uphold in the clergy. Not that it was a fake persona because Mira really did love the entire abbey but ones like this really just got under her skin. 

"How can I help you, Sister Evelyn?" Mira asked. She had reached her short of breath and fanning herself to cool down. An eyebrow was raised in question from all of them wondering how far this women had gone to hunt down Mira. 

"I was wondering if I could watch rehearsals tonight?" Sister Evelyn asked. The suggestion had most definitely been a long shot considering the clergy was only able to see performances during rituals and or mass. However that didn't seem to stop Sister Evelyn from trying. 

"Unfortunately Sister Imperator likes to keep those private, right Papa?" Bellamira was practically pleading with Cardi to agree except once turning to him, he had completely vanished. Rain was still standing next to her blankly staring at the sister questioning why her interests hadn't died down yet. 

"I was wondering if I could talk to Swiss but if I can't go in, do you mind passing him a message?" Sister Evelyn pouted. Rain grimaced at the sight not fully understanding what this women had thought up in her head. Did she not understand that Bellamira was clearly Swiss' mate? He had seemed to make it pretty obvious at the last mass but yet this girl just didn't give up. 

"And that would be?" Bellamira could feel her anger growing. This hadn't been the first time Evelyn had brought him up. It was smaller things at first like curious little questions about the ghouls but maintaining focus on him. No matter how many times Mira dodge them somehow it made her even more interested. Almost as if her mate had this mysterious aura around him-

"I know a lot of the other sisters have sinned with the others ghouls and I was wondering if he would with me?" Sister Evelyn asked. Rain couldn't help but laugh at the boldness that this women just displayed in front of Swiss' own mate. He turned to look at Bellamira who looked utterly shocked but also growing in irritation. 

"You do realize you're talking about my mate, Sister Evelyn? You really think he's going to fuck you when he has me?" Bellamira hissed. It didn't take long for the other women to grow bright red with embarrassment but the determination in her eyes didn't seem to die down by any means. Which further angered Mira, how can one women be stupid when it came to plain signals? 

"Maybe he'll get bored with you-" Sister Evelyn shrugged. Rain couldn't stop laughing at this point as Bellamira took a step forward and slapped the women across the face. Frankly, Mira was surprised with herself but it could've had to do with the fact Swiss had just mated with her or being in a fog due to his heat. Nobody had ever pissed her off as much as this women did and it had finally reached a breaking point. 

Passing clergy members had hands covering their mouths in pure shock and had already begun gossiping to each other. Rain had finally stopped laughing but was hunched over trying to catch his breath. Bellamira was staring the women down who was clutching onto her cheek in shock. The satisfaction of it all was enough for Mira to feel slightly better after the buildup of stress from when Evelyn would be popping up around every corner badgering her. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take care of my mate." Mira turned on her heel as Rain followed closely behind. Sister Evelyn huffed with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks before running off back to the dorms. Both of them glanced at each other chuckling at the situation. Granted it would earn a very stern talking to from Sister Imperator but the whole ordeal was too priceless. It didn't matter if it meant double the chores or even the worse of them because hopefully this meant Sister Evelyn learned a lesson. 

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I haven't written in forever I know but my life has been quite something lately and the last thing on my mind was writing. But I'm in a very good place right now and I hope to continue writing for y'all.

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[ystrike1]

The Elegant sea of Savagery - By 틸다킴 (8/10)

Manipulative yanderes can be loving, but that love is also suffocating. The couple in this is very compelling, because they both have so many flaws. I can believe the romance. There's real chemistry here, and I also know the male lead is capable of horrible things. Some scenes are a little too silly, but this is good.

Irina Noviac was a spoiled girl with a noble heart. Her family loved her, so they let her get away with crass behavior. She was the school tomboy, but everybody respected her because her father had a high rank. She was not a bad girl. Not at all. She is the type of person that reaches out to lonely people in need, but she was naive. She is still. After her family went bankrupt she refused to give up her pride or her lover, Ludwig. Ludwig is from an extremely poor noble family. Irina can marry to get rid of her families massive debt, but she doesn't want to. She throws herself into a hard life she's not prepared for instead.

Irina has no skills or experience. She was a decent student, but she attended a private academy. The teachers didn't expect her to work hard. They expected her to marry like every other noble lady. Her relationship with Ludwig was an anomaly. He was far below her in status. Her father did not approve, but he loved his daughter too much to ruin her first love. He never threatened to disown her. He just quietly disapproved.

Ludwig is a good guy. He's a really, really loving partner and he wants what is best for Irina. He hates his old house, and he hates himself. He has a sick sister named Carol, so he has to prioritize her over Irina. Irina doesn't mind. Even after her family falls she tries to help him pay for Carol's medical bills. Irina truly loves him. He doesn't doubt that, but he's ashamed. Irina can marry and become a rich noblewoman again at any time, but she won't because of him. The guilt makes him lash out at her. Irina has been doing odd jobs to pay off slivers of her debt. She's not perfect. She's stressed too, so when Ludwig stops smiling it hurts her.

Irina fails. She cannot find a job that will make a dent in her debt. She has a temper. She starts fights with men in bars. Her pride constantly gets her in trouble. One day the worst possible scenario happens. She wakes up inside the ship. If that ship leaves the port she will be a slave forever. The ship doesn't leave. A man wearing a golden badge saves her with a bag of cash. Irina is being watched. Elenoa Schuberg, a count who earned his title with money, has proposed to her three times. He knows she has a lover. She rejected him rudely all three times, but they have a fairly friendly relationship. They were sparring partners back at the academy.

The Count fell madly in love with her after she protected him. He had an empty childhood. His mother was a commoner and his father treated him like an employee. The other noble children made fun of him because he was impure, and weird. He was the quiet kid in the back of the class with no friends. Irina became his friend and his light. Elenoa is ruthless. He was a bastard when Irina met him and he's a bastard now. His men have been following her around for years.

When Irina pisses off a drunk guy his men protect her. They beat and intimidate unscrupulous people who try to take advantage of her. If anybody is hostile to Irina they end up in an alley covered in blood. Irina isn't actually independent. She just thinks she is. She doesn't know she has bodyguards. Ludwig saw through Count Elenoa years ago. He knows the man is a killer, but he has money and a high title. Ludwig just has a crumbling farmhouse and a frugal life. He loves Irina, but without Elenoa's shadowy assistance his beloved would already be dead.

After yet another rejection Irina becomes a maid in Elenoa's house. He doesn't want to confine her, so he pays off her debt and tells her to live with him. Irina puts on a maid costume and she tries to earn more money. She treats Elenoa like another loan shark, not a potential lover. This drives him nuts. He wanted her to be his spoiled companion, so she would forget Ludwig and eventually choose him. He pulls her maid cap off of her head. He makes her eat dinner with him. He does her hair. He helps her peel potatoes because she doesn't know how. All of the real maids in the mansion know Irina isn't their coworker. They treat her like their boss, but Irina keeps trying to work, and she keeps failing. She wants to be loyal to her lover. Becoming a kept companion for a rich man would be a massive betrayal, so she keeps pretending. She gets almost nothing done and she breaks expensive things by accident every other day. She's in denial and out of options.

Ludwig breaks her heart, because he wants her to live in luxury. Elenoa is tired of waiting, so he makes a deal with Ludwig. He will pay for Carol's medicine, and he will give Ludwig a small fortune on top of that, if he breaks up with Irina. Ludwig agrees. Irina knows Ludwig left her because of Elenoa, but she can't help it. She bitterly curses Ludwig and forgets about him. She gave up everything to be with him, and he wasn't willing to give up everything to be with her. Ludwig was tired of dealing with constant hardship. Elenoa took advantage of that, but Ludwig still had a choice. He could have spat on Elenoa. He could have chosen to protect her, but he chose the money.

Elenoa is a bastard. After Irina leaves Ludwig she gets drunk. She goes back to the mansion and she breaks more expensive things. She says she knows everything. It's so obvious. Elenoa started throwing money around because he noticed cracks in Irina's love for Ludwig. Elenoa asked her to date him when they were students. He formally asked her to marry him three or four times after her family fell. Being kind didn't work. Swooping in like a hero didn't work. She knows he wants her, so she swears at him. She's frustrated and overworked and lonely. Irina says she'll sleep with him, and he doesn't say no like a gentleman. He jumps on the chance.

Irina keeps pretending to be a maid for a little longer after their first night together. Elenoa feels triumphant. He's been weaving a web to trap her for years. He seals the deal with an offer she can't resist. He gives her a job at his merchant guild, because her academy education makes her a good candidate for the position. She accepts, and then her fate is sealed. She lives with him. Her job is connected to him. Ludwig is gone. Her friends abandoned her after she lost her title. Her elderly father is his hostage. He pays for the house the man lives in. He has plugged up every possible escape route. Irina will marry him. He planned her breakdown so he could help her get on her feet. He's a snake but he doesn't want to hurt her. He's excited. He wants his plan to bear fruit so he can enjoy his life with his first love.

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[kittymaine]

Radio Silence

Summary: Cass goes silent over comms during an Arkham breakout and Steph rushes to find her.

Whumptober Day Seven fill. Prompt: radio silence.

A lot of people assume that Cass doesn't talk. And Steph guesses that in the strictest of terms that's true. She's not exactly verbose or whatever. But, if you know how to listen, she has a lot to say.

Maybe she doesn't say things with words, but she communicates constantly with looks, with tilts of her head and hips, by clicking her tongue, snorting at jokes, rolling her eyes. She's super expressive for people who are paying attention, and Steph always pays attention to her.

She thinks of the two of them as the perfect combination of traumas and coping mechanisms. Everyone seems to be aware of Cass' trauma and the way she copes. She was hurt badly for a long time and as a result she has trouble communicating and probably hasn't had enough support to combat that. But few people notice how Steph watches everybody, how she's always worrying about other people's moods and their opinions and their relationships. Growing up with dysfunctional parents will teach a kid to walk on eggshells, and it's a skill useful enough that it's hard to put down even with age and distance. And, to top that off, she's great at verbal deflection, always quick with a joke or a jab, anything to keep the focus off her and off of whatever is bothering everybody else.

So if Cass was quiet, Steph could fill in the gaps for her. And, if they were both watching, then nothing got by them. They were a force to be reckoned with when they were together.

Steph hated being separated from Cass. Since they started working together, she had felt more confident and more capable than ever before. But, it was the first Arkham breakout in over a year, so she understood the need to spread everyone out as far as they could.

"Does anyone have eyes on Batgirl?" Steph asked into her comm as she finished zip tying a rail thin old man in a bright orange jumpsuit to a street sign. She had got a bad feeling in her gut, and not just because that old man needed a social worker a lot more than he needed a vigilante like her.

"You're Batgirl," snorted Damian over the comm line.

"The other Batgirl, brat," Steph snarked back. That was a lame shot. She wondered if Damian was stressed or just bored. She couldn't read him as well as she could when he was little. He was getting older, already old enough to be in high school and sometimes she missed the much more prickly preteen version she was more familiar with.

"I thought I saw her near the docks," Tim said helpfully. There was the sound of wind behind his voice, which meant he was probably pretty high up, wherever he was. "But that was hours ago."

"Batgirl, comm in," Babs’ voice cut in barely a second after Tim stopped speaking. Steph was sure it was smarting against her pride that she was the only one not out on the streets that night, but with so many of them to coordinate, someone needed to be working comms and intel and Babs was the best.

There was silence on the line, just a very faint crackle from the small earpiece. Steph took the opportunity to shoot her grapple and get up to a higher elevation. That tight feeling in her gut was just getting tighter, and she felt sure she would be running soon.

"Batgirl, respond," Babs said, her voice steely. It sounded cold and unyielding to anyone who didn’t know Babs, which meant to Steph that she was upset. When Babs got upset, she would clamp down on her emotions like a drill sergeant snapping a tight salute.

Steph started running for the docks, jumping roofs and grappling across gaps.

"Oracle, tracker location?" Bruce rumbled over the comm line. The Batman voice had always been hard for Steph to decipher. She didn't live with Bruce or work with him as closely as the Robins, so she never got the hang of the way Batman communicated the way they did. That was probably half of why she couldn't trust him as far as she could throw him. How was she supposed to trust a 200 lb tank of a man when she could never get a read on how he was feeling or what he was thinking, and he never bothered to share with the class?

"Tracker is in the alley behind the Monarch Theater. Shit," Babs cussed, a crack in her facade. Steph made a sharp turn back toward the theater district and started running faster, her thighs burning. "The tracker hasn't moved in almost fifteen minutes."

The comm line lit up with people chiming in, questions and suggestions and locations being rattled back and forth and over one another enough that Bruce had to bark at everyone to shut up and let Oracle dictate orders.

"Batgirl, en route?" Babs asked.

Steph wanted to snort at her. Of course, she was en route. She had been from the second she asked about Cass. She wouldn't have asked if she hadn't known on some level that something was wrong.

Cass was quiet, but she still communicated on the comm. Even if it was just to click or to laugh or to play a little bit of wind or music across the line. Steph knew that because she knew Cass better than anyone.

"Almost there," she answered, the golden paint of the Monarch Theater already coming into view as she swung around to get to the right street. Normally the theater would be lit up with big spotlights, but on a dangerous night like that night everything was dark.

Steph dropped from a dangerous height directly into the claustrophobic small alleyway behind the theater. She shot her grapple off at the last second and let it yank viciously on her arm to slow her descent for a brief moment before releasing it and landing with a splash in a suspiciously green, slimy puddle.

She had barely straightened her knees before she spotted the lump of black fabric tossed haphazardly against a rusty green dumpster by the back door of the theater.

"Batgirl," Steph gasped, dropping to her knees beside Cass and splashing down into what was probably garbage juice and not giving a single fuck.

Very cautiously, she took Cass by the shoulder and pulled her over to lay on her back. She groaned, a gratifying sound to hear, but the next sound wasn't nearly so reassuring.

Cass started giggling, just a little, but it sounded convulsive, like hiccups. After a few halting giggles, Cass swallowed a small sob.

"Shit," Steph spat, feeling close to tears herself. "Shit shit shit."

"Batgirl, report," Babs barked into the comm.

Steph looked around the alley with a new thrill of fear running through her already thrumming body. She pulled the joker venom antidote from a small pouch on her belt, looking at the green puddles in the alley with a new sense of foreboding.

"Joker venom," Steph whispered into her comm while carefully administering the antidote to a small triangle of gray fabric on the inside of Cass's left arm. It was the only gap in her armor, left there specifically for administering meds in the field.

"Get out of there," Bruce barked through the comm. Steph didn't need to understand him to read the fear in his voice.

"Don't gotta tell me twice," she grumbled while moving Cass onto her shoulder as carefully and quietly as she dared. Cass hiccuped, giggled and sobbed in that order as Steph carefully maneuvered her.

Steph grimaced. "Don't worry, I've got you. You're safe," she whispered and shot her grapple toward the roof of the Monarch just as an eerie and unfortunately familiar cackle of unhinged laughter echoed nearby.

Her shoulder absolutely screamed from the strain of carrying both her and Cass's weight up to the roof, but the new wash of adrenaline that laugh sent through her body was more than enough to carry her through it.

She started running, her heart beating rabbit fast in her chest. Cass was a reassuring weight on her shoulder as she ran and jumped.

"Joker's still nearby. I heard him," she panted into the comm once she was reasonably sure that she was far enough away to be safe.

"Get to safety. Let me handle Joker," Bruce rumbled into the comm, all traces of fear gone from his voice. Not that Steph cared. She had Cass safe in her arms and the giggles were already tapering off.

"Fucking help yourself," Steph snapped and then muted her comm.

She was taking Cass straight back to the Watchtower and probably not detaching from her side for a week. Sometimes she hated this fucking job.

#whumptober2023 #radio silence #batgirls #fanfiction #joker venom #non consensual drug use #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batgirl #spoiler #orphan #black bat #kittywrites #no.7 #dcu comics

[judasofsuburbia]

a snippet of the spicy six zombie apocalypse au i'm working on<3 warnings for mild sexual content.

The first thing Jonathan Byers noticed about Argyle is the saucers of brown he calls his eyes. Those eyes were framed by a kind smile on Jonathan’s first day of senior year in California when they met in woodshop class and Argyle simply said, “You look so mellowed out, man.”

Jonathan huffed a small laugh. “Well, it’s my first day here and you’re the first person to talk to me.”

Argyle’s smile never faded. “It’s an honor, then. Name’s Argyle. What can I call you, dude?”

That interaction seemed like it was decades ago. That same man with his big, chocolate eyes now kisses his forehead and picks flowers on their walks to tuck into his hair. That same man shoots Lurkers in the head and doesn’t wince anymore. That same man hasn’t smoked weed in probably a year and has let go of the dream of raiding some old stoner’s house. That same man is Jonathan’s boyfriend and the world is ending. 

Jonathan’s seen Argyle at his absolute worst over the two years. He’s seen him closed off and disturbingly quiet. He’s seen him rip body hair off his arms and legs when he’s stressed out. He’s seen him violent and angry (not toward any of them but towards the world). Smashing old beer bottles and screaming at the sky. 

Jonathan’s also seen him at his best. Or at least, what his best can be when the circumstances are this goddamn bleak. He’s seen him make the kids laugh even as he’s patching really bad wounds. He’s seen him shiny and smiley after getting to bathe in a lake for the first time in weeks. He’s seen him get excited over stupid novelty t-shirts they find and the absolute bliss on his face if they come across snacks that used to be his go-to munchies. 

The thing about the world ending and having a boyfriend is that alone time is practically nonexistent. Their hoard of thirteen sticks together as much as they possibly can. Sometimes, it’s safer to split up so they can hide better. But it’s never just Jonathan and Argyle. Just like it’s never just Steve and Eddie. Never just Nancy and Robin. Never just…sigh, the teenagers who have now paired up as well. Maybe that last one is for the better. 

Sometimes, though, on extremely rare occasions, if the location is really safe and the other adults are content with keeping watch, they let the others scamper off. Usually, just one couple, and sometimes, they argue over who can until the teens groan at them to shut the fuck up. It’s far from a perfect system.

So they absolutely do not take it for granted when Jonathan and Argyle are the chosen ones for the evening.

They’re like magnets the second they’re away from the group, either in the woods or behind a closed door of the building they’re squatting in. Chapped kisses and teasing tongues and labored breaths and wandering hands and dirty words and quick releases. Once they’re sated (or the bare minimum of being sated), those turn into sweet nothings and gentle caresses and warm nuzzles and brushing out each other’s hair and talking about life before. Jonathan loves this man more than he thought he could ever love someone. He’s lucky that Argyle loves him right back. 

He’s so lucky, in fact, that one night, when they settled in an old high school, clinging to each other with their hands shoved down each other’s pants, they got interrupted by a timid Steve knocking on the door and neither of them hesitated to put themselves away and open it. Jonathan’s lucky because their interruption was not a Lurker, but it was Steve and Will (gratefully down the hall, far enough away from the noises). Will had a night terror and needed his big brother. Steve apologized quietly so that Will couldn’t hear him and said over and over that he tried to console him, that Eddie tried to console him, but he was too far gone. Jonathan gave Argyle a sympathetic look and Argyle kissed him sweetly, telling him to go be with Will. Will was shaking and obviously embarrassed to have interrupted but Jonathan hushed him and listened to the dark, horrible things his little brother’s subconscious came up with. Held him close to his chest through the night and made sure that nothing in the world could hurt him. 

Argyle was never mad about that night or any time after that their time together got cut short. He loves Will like he was his own brother and Jonathan is so, so grateful. 

However, Jonathan is starting to get a little restless. 

He is a hot-blooded adult man after all. 

He has many needs that have fallen to the wayside since zombies took over the world but damn if sex isn’t one of the hardest ones to let go of. Especially when his sex partner is looking all rugged and filthy from traveling and fighting all day. He just wants to help…is all. 

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[redheadspark]

Happy Thanksgiving! (If you celebrate) I am thankful for your writing. 🤗

If you're not sick of writing for Jack yet, lol, how about 13. Making snowmen and 18. "You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute." for him?

Hope you have a wonderful day filled with lots of good food and company!

A/N: Hello and happy holidays to you too! I hope your day was wonderful too! Thank you for requesting this, anon!

Snowman and Me

Summary: Jack thinks the best way to unwind from a stressful day at your job is to make a snowman.

Warnings: Just some good ol' fashioned fluff

"Why are we out here, Jack?"

"Because you need a relax and unwind for a few hours,"

You followed Jack as he lead you over to the side of your little cottage home, going ankle deep through the snow that just fell last night while the sun was hanging high up in the sky. Thankfully you weren't due to have anymore snow for the next few days, so the fresh snow you were going to have wasn't going to last long.

And apparently Jack saw the opportunity to play in the snow with you.

You both were living in the countryside in England, the closest town was a few miles out so the peace and quiet in the countryside was much needed and something that had healed the pair of you immensely. You both worked remotely and at home, which was perfect since the thought of driving into town daily seemed like a headache. Jack would only go into town for food and supplies, and sometimes meeting up with old friends with you too. But mostly working away on your laptop would be stressful too.

Now that winter was official underway, Jack made sure you both were heavily supplied to last at the cottage for the new few months in case a storm does come through, emergency kits at the ready and generators fueled up. Although it wouldn't be likely this year that you two would be snowed in, Jack wasn't going to take chances.

"Ah, here! This is the prefect spot for a snowman!" Jack said to you as he found the small opening on the side of the house, you grinning as he gestured to the fresh snow around you, "I don't know if you know this, but I can make a decent snowman!"

"Is that so?" You asked, almost in a challenging tone, Jack grinning as he nodded his head, "Well then, let me grab us some supplies from the kitchen than as you make the snowman, okay?"

"You got it, baby," He replied, leaning over to peck you on the cheek before you walked back over to the house. You could hear him behind you padding the snow together in his gloved hand, your smile not leaving your face as the sun was especially warm on your face, even on a cold day. Finally making it to the backdoor the took you in the kitchen, you kicked the snow off your feet and shuffled inside, breathing in the small dutch oven that was keeping your stew warm on the stove top and the small fire that was crackling in the fireplace perched the kitchen.

You loved this home, thinking it was tiny and perfect when you and Jack were looking for a new home to go to. Jack was mostly needing to find a place was a bit out of the way from other people for his transformations, which made the countryside perfect. There was so much space for him to be in that wouldn't be in harsh way. He made plenty of supplies for himself when he would became human again in the morning, extra clothes and food stored in a storage shed outside the home along with a outdoor shower to wash away any grime he would have on him. When you helped build the shed and store his clothes, Jack could only be thankful that you were still with him after all of it, even after being married for a few years.

You grabbed a carrot and a few pieces of coal that was next to the fireplace, stuffing them in your pockets as you then grabbed a spare scarf and one of Jack's hats that he hung on the wall near the backdoor. Everything about this little home seemed very unique, from the old school fireplace to the stovetop that was over 50 years old. But you and Jack loved the charmed of it, the mismatched furniture and the tender walls was almost the mirror of your relationship with Jack.

Which was why you didn't choose to replace anything when you bought the house.

"I was wondering if you were going to love me to do all the work!" Jack said in a chuckle as you were walking back out to him in the clearing, seeing he already made one massive ball and was working on the other one.

"I would never! Though I thought you would be faster and be done by now," You teased, though Jack rolled his eyes as you helped him shape the rest of the snowman, "Being such a hardworking man out here too!"

"Stop it," he said in a snort, though he was grinning from the compliment.

"And you have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute," You teased, though now Jack threw a bit of snow at you as you were placing on the last pieces on the snowman. Jack's hat, the carrot for the nose, and the coal along the front of the body. Walking backwards a bit, you both wrapped one arm around one another and looked at your creation. It was no perfect snowman, but it was simply yours.

Back at your cottage, perched against a magnet on your refrigerator door, was a sonogram with a heart drawn over the tip, the perfect sign of what was to come in your life.

The End.

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