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moremaybank · 7 months

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jj x john b’s little sister will always have a special place in my heart. Especially when she’s been pining over him since they were kids, the built up tension, the way they act like a couple but they’re not, ugh!

no bc this is my favourite trope with jj 😭 it's just so fitting and honestly nothing hits like a good brother's best friend trope (at least for me)

You were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear your front door open, followed by the clunking of heavy shoes against the hardwood floors as they walked their way through your home.

At first, you panicked. Was this it? Were you about to get murdered in the comfort of your own home, warm and cozy in your bed? But then it clicked. There was only one person you knew who had loud footsteps like that. He had messy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a cheeky grin. He was most likely wearing one of his worn out cut-offs, and black timberland boots.

Those staple shoes of his were definitely the culprit.

Your doorknob twisted open slowly, and there JJ was. Stumbling into your room with a hazy smile on his face. He tripped over his foot upon entry, leading him to kick his boots off clumsily.

"J, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were Freddy Krueger or something, jeez."

He plopped onto your bed, using one hand to pluck your phone from your hand and toss it to the other side of your bed. He laid between your legs, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly. Being this close and cozy wasn't new for the two of you; you'd been touchy since you were kids. Endless piggyback rides, cuddling sessions during movie nights, playing with each other's hair, that was just the two of you in your normal state. That's what happens when you've known someone since you were in elementary school.

"Hi," he murmured, nuzzling into you as he got comfy. "You smell good."

Your brows furrowed as you held back a laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No." A moment of silence passed, and then he spoke up again. "Maybe."

"Okay, and where's my brother?"

"Ditched me for his kook girlfriend."

You hummed in response, starting to weave your fingers through his sun-kissed locks. You heard him sigh in content, and he hooked his legs over one of yours.

"D'you wanna get high?" JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Your hand crept down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb gently. "I think you're intoxicated enough, Maybank."

He picked his head up, his chin now resting where the left side of his face was previously smushed against. He smiled, his eyelids half closed. "You're always takin' care o'me. So sweet, like candy."

"You always need to be taken care of," you joked in response. The small huff of laughter he let out was like music to your ears. You could listen to it on repeat for the rest of your days, and it'd always be your favourite soundtrack.

His eyes seemed to glimmer as he zoned in on yours again. He released a sigh, before reaching up and cupping your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart fluttered. You were used to JJ's unrelenting flirtations, but he'd never said anything like that to you. It'd always been lookin' good, mini routledge, or we should makeout. y'know, for science.

"Don't. You're only saying that 'cause you're drunk. It's mean."

His brow arched. "Me thinking you're beautiful is mean? I don't get it."

"It's mean because it's just the alcohol talking," you explained. "You don't really mean it, J."

"I do mean it. Why do you think I'm starin' at you all the time? I have to force myself to keep my eyes off you."

He was pulling at your heartstrings, saying all the things you'd been longing to hear from his mouth for as long as you could remember. It almost felt cruel; the fact that he could say these things so casually as if the memory wouldn't be burned into your brain until the end of time.

"Go to sleep, JJ. We'll talk in the morning," you spoke, eyes darting away from his as you changed the topic.

JJ removed himself from your hold, scooting up next to you and using his index finger and thumb to guide your gaze onto him. His eyes were softened, so vulnerable as they looked at you. He wore a small pout, too, only making you want to plant a kiss on it and wash it away.

"I know 'm an idiot. But one of these days, I'm gonna get my head outta my ass and tell you that I got a major thing for you," he said. "You're gonna be my girl, princess. I'm not sure of much, but I am sure of that."

And with that, he laid his head down on the pillow next to yours, slinging an arm over your waist and cuddling into your side.

"Good night, beautiful."

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a-random-pillow · 1 month

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When the Heating System Breaks

Despite Shinra being a muilt billion dollar business the heating system for the SOLDER floor breaks on what just so happens that to be the coldest day of the year.

Lazard is the first person to really feel the chill since he is not enhanced. Only compounded by the fact that his office has window that isn’t making his situation any warmer. On top of that he didn’t bother to bring a coat today because he toke the completely underground and completely insulated subway.

Angeal can hear the director’s teeth chattering as he walks by and his office, enchanced hearing you know. So Angeal peaks in (Angeal is still in a sleeveless top) and sees Lazard trying to work while freezing. Angeal is a good, honourable person who would not let another go cold if he can help it. So Angeal goes back to his room and gets is warmest sweat shirt and brings it to Lazard.

Lazard knowing Angeal is a good person who probably dosen’t haven any alt tier motives, accepts.

For a few hours, everything is fine, until the SOIlDERS start feeling the chill. Zack, remembering cold winters cuddled up with his family and their dogs during in front of the fire place descides the best course of action is to drag the blankets off as many beds as he can find and then bring all those blankets to the break room. The break room has no fire place but it dose have a bunch of comfy couches(thank Lazard for those).

The first one to join Zack in the break room is Genesis who came looking for his blankets. He storms in all angery and literally sparking, Zack realizes he has found his fire place. Thanks to some combat, a lot of negotiation and a promise to let Genesis play his audio copy of Loveless: Read by the Broadway cast, Zack convinces Genesis to stick around.

When Rouche sees this paradise in the break room he decides in that moment to dedicate the next 30 minutes of his life to run around the 1-2 solider floors to get as many people safe and warm as possible. Most people who come join the break room nest bring their own blankets and pillows, soon the whole room has been consumed by soft, warm and cuddly things.

When Angeal walks in to see this, he smiles and goes to make his famous hot chocolate.

Sephiroth had a similar idea but only with Genesis, Angeal and Zack instead of everyone but he can’t find them. So he is kinda sad when he goes to round them up, pillow and a bunch of his sweaters in hand and all of them being nowhere on sight or seemingly anywhere in their floor. In fact, no one seems to be anywhere in the SOILDER floors which is worrying. But thankfully he hears the sound of chatter and Loveless like a call form a Siren and finds the break room.

When Sephiroth joins in be isn’t really comfortable being so near so many people, so he carves out a small nook for himself in the corner of the room with only Genesis, Zack and Angeal allowed in. (Sephiroth gives Gen,Angl and Zack all one of his hoodies because he read on the web that hoodies form male friends are extremely warm and cozy. Especially if they come form a tall male friend)

Zack very dramatically declares that he needs to go find Cloud and dramatically opens the door, pretends to be buffered by winds before slowly walking into the hall.

The infantry still has heating but that doesn’t stop Zack form grabbing Cloud and dragging him back to the break room with him. Cloud realizes he is stuck here and join’s Sephiroth’s quite corner.

Angeal remebers Lazard an un-enhanced person who might me dead because of the cold(there was no chance of Lazard dying). When Angeal shows up Lazard is napping and Angeal thinks he might be dead and because Lazard is the only director SOILDER universally likes he kinda panics. Angeal picks him up which wakes up Lazard.

L: What are you doing?!?

A: Saving you! Good to see you are alive

L: why won’t I be?

A: you nearly froze to death??

L: I did not

A: …

L: can you just pick up my laptop before you drag me off to where ever you are planning to take me?

Angeal comes back with Lazard who he then wraps and blankets, gives hot chocolate and places in the middle of the SOILDERs. Lazard just roles with it and continues his work.

Later Rufus comes looking for Lazard because he thinks his secret brother might enjoy working in a warm office rather then this cold hell. He looks around and is rather concerned to see no one on the Soilder floor so he calls the Turks.

It takes five minutes to find the break room, Reno manages to take a few photos before he is noticed and chased out. Ten minutes later the heat returns and they all clean up the break room before heading back to their rooms. Expect for Cloud, Genesis, Angeal and Zack who Sephiroth brings to his room to order take out.

TEMPERATURE TEST: SUCESS

It appeared that the the failure of the heating system caused the Soilders to pool their resources and make a Base of operations within the break room. They used specific skills like Commander Rhpadous’e fire materia control to heat the room. They defended the base form any attacks and even brought in non-SOILDERS for support. Genral Sephiroth even joined although he allows Fair to take the lead, clearly a form of training.

Notes:

Vice President Shinra:

Before you do this again alert me, it would have been nice to develop better relationships with Director Lazard.

Turk Reno:

Lovely to see. they were like Owls. Like to see this again.

Professor Hojo:

I will ensure Sephiroth is not in the building next time this happens. Gifting iteams of clothing is a sigh of developing relationships. Also I demand somone get me somone of Commander Hewley’s hot chocolate.

Lazard looks up form the PDA he ‘borrowed’ form President Shinra’s desk. He wonders if he could kill them all the with poisoned hot chocolate.

#ff14 #crisis core #lazard deusericus #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #rufus shinra

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potatomountain · 1 year

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TLaM Chapter 3

"The Cozy Dragon Tavern”

mutant reader x human ateez- Seonghwa Focus

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: there will be potential triggers for anxiety and mental illnesses all throughout this story. Not all characters are nice at first.

AN: not all chapters are going to be long, a reminder a lot of the times i don't edit my works. Not gunna lie it took me awhile to figure out what to call the tavern xD but i love it haha. a reminder also that this is a slow burn, its going to take awhile for mc to meet and trust each of the eight but she’ll get there!

This is a work of fiction, in particular Fan fiction, and in no way is this a representation or an accurate depiction of ATEEZ or any other idols/people used for this work.

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Things weren't improving at home, the tension was still so palpable I felt like I could cut it with my claws. It had barely been a full week before he figured out my routine and how to avoid me best. He would shower and eat while I slept through the mornings and I would do the same at night when I was sure he wouldn't leave his room.

I wasn't trying to avoid him, just not make him any more uncomfortable than I'm sure he was. Okay… I was just as uncomfortable but more so because it wasn't just my space any more, and he didn't like me. Maybe if…

No, what good would it do if he did like me? Not like I knew how to talk to other people. It had always been my father and his team, and my mother when she had custody. I didn't know the first thing about friendships, or how to build them. How do you socialize without talking about the clear differences between you and the other person?

My lack of social experience and relationships outside of my father and his research team left much to be desired; it actually irked me. Could I really make connections? Despite being what I am? Would others see past it?

The questions and unknowns plagued me all night, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed at the lack of sleep in the morning. My agitation had me hyper aware, the sound of the shower waking me from the bit of sleep I did manage to receive.

Even without my father's request that we get along, I didn't want to live like this. Grumbling, I pulled myself out of bed, taking a moment to fully mask as I scoured my room for clean clothes. I couldn't ask San to open up to me when I wasn't social or welcoming to begin with. I should learn, definitely.

With newfound determination, and mismatched sweats loosely hanging on my body, I stepped out of my room the moment he left the bathroom between our rooms.

He froze, towel hanging around his waist and water still dripping off his body. I knew he was attractive, at least by human standards, but my cheeks flushed only because of the embarrassment I felt for staring. I opened my mouth to apologize, only to reach out in a hurry when he turned for his door with newfound haste. "Wait I- I need to say something!"

Hand hanging in the air inches from him, his own stopped on the door handle. The fact he was giving pause filled me with relief, and I rushed on. "I'm sorry you're stuck here with me but I don't think it's a good idea to continue pretending the other doesn't exist; not just because my father wishes we get along… I really want to get along, and I want this place to be comfy for the both of us."

"It's fine-"

"It isn't." I cut off his protests, lowering my hand to my front pouch pocket. "I don't know how to talk to other people, or get along with others, and not just because of what I am… but I'd like to try. You probably think a Typhon doesn't deserve friendships and you're probably right…"

He scoffed, but didn't elaborate, which just solidified the thought in my mind. "We don't have to be friends but I would like you to be comfortable here and eventually in my presence. However long it takes that's okay, I'm going to give you space. I'll be spending more time outside the apartment for a start, so please make this place comfortable for you. That's all I wanted to say."

I turned to my room and shut the door before he got a chance to reply, cheeks heated and blue. I replayed the conversation in my head over and over while leaning against my door, until I heard the sound of his music filling his room. "I probably didn't make much sense. Gosh how many times did I just say the same thing? He probably thinks I'm awkward…"

Groaning, I pushed forward to find my bag and my nearly forgotten beanie. I was serious about one thing, and that was giving him space which I couldn't do constantly holed up in my room where there was the chance of running into me.

Bag, keys, phone, beanie, and finally sunglasses. It was an afterthought that had me stepping into the kitchen and writing a neat little note for him with my number, just in case. He didn't need to know where I was going, not yet.

Father would like that I was going to a Typhon shelter of sorts; especially since Doctor Park made it clear that Father didn't like the owner so well.

Without a second thought I was out the door, making the surprisingly not too long of a trip to what I hoped Doctor Park was right about: my new safe space.

The neighborhood wasn't far from my own, just two train stops on the subway and a five minute walk from there. It was one of the few industrial neighborhoods that was now an odd mix of residential buildings and failing businesses, probably due to the crime rate in the area. However, the shelter I came across stood out like a sore thumb.

The clean red brick behind an iron fence looked more like a prison at first, the tinted windows making it hard to see inside. The front gates were open and inviting but it was the large wooden sign above two large metal doors that changed the vibe of the building entirely. I had thought the name odd but, seeing the building, it was kind of fitting.

The Cozy Dragon Tavern.

It said all it needed as to what was inside. It was a place that was to be safe to Monsters for both rest and relaxation, really fitting.

The tinted windows kept onlookers from peering into the comfortable space not meant for them, while giving the insiders a sense of normalcy to see the outside world. The gate was necessary no doubt, but left unguarded to be inviting; though even as I walked up to the door I knew I was being monitored. Have to keep the patrons safe right?

Despite how run down the door looked, it opened smoothly without much sound, but I could vaguely hear a chime further inside the building. Behind the shades my eyes took a moment to adjust to the lighting change as it was dimmer inside, no fluorescence.

I heard the footsteps before I saw who they belonged to, exiting a wide archway and stepping into the dim hallway a few feet in front of me. "Welcome to the Cozy Dragon Tavern! What can I do for you today?"

The tall human lifted his eyes from the phone in his hand to find me frozen in place just inside the door, wide eyed. He was beautiful, with platinum blonde hair that was almost white, and a face that I could only describe as gentle masculine beauty. I was staring, jaw slack enough he could tell I was even with the glasses in the way. My silence and awkwardness didn't seem to bother him, plush lips pulling up into a warm welcoming smile.

"First time?"

I could only nod.

"Do you need shelter?" I shook my head as he turned towards me but didn't step forward. "Just need a safe space to relax?" When I nodded he seemed to beam brighter. "Right in here is our lounge and rec room." He pointed to the arch to my left in which he had just left, then pointed to a set of double doors to my right. "Right through there us more for the younger one's, but you are welcome to play with them as well. There are only two children here now."

"Children? Typhon?" I asked incredulously.

"Mhmm. Would you like to meet them?"

I could hardly recall the last time I saw a Typhon child, considering most parents kept them homeschooled and indoors until they could properly pass as more of a human. Even those in public were rare.

I didn't think meeting one in an unfamiliar place would be good for me, I could already feel my spine moving as my nerves were on high alert. "Maybe later… I-" I blanked, looking down at my hands. Now that I was here- what did I want to do?

As if sensing my internal struggle, the human put his phone away and motioned back to the direction he had come from. "How about for starters you take a seat and look over the small menu we have? First drink is on the house. I just need to check in on the kiddos."

I nodded, a bit disoriented as I watched him head into the double doors. Taking his advice I stepped further into the inn and into the lounge, my eyes nearly bulging out. There were all sorts of seats, from bean bags to leather recliners to tall stools, as well as an assortment of tables; with a variety of choices, I wasn't sure where to sit.

The tingling up my back reminded me of what to avoid however, and I ended up sitting on a half circular ottoman, it's pair circling the other half of the coffee table between them. I angled my back away from the door, thankful that the only other one here was someone napping to the far left by a second door, their upper half hidden by a large beefy jacket.

Each table had a small pop-up in the center with a QR code under the words "Welcome, scan me to order!" I marveled at the menu that popped up on my phone a second later, reminding me of an old tavern menu, split into two parts: Typhon favorites, human favorites.

A place that caters to both? And with the base page for Typhons? It felt odd, surreal even, for such inclusion. It didn't even stop there- each product listed had an option to view the description given by the researchers who approved of these dishes, or of famous Typhons who liked the dish.

I wasn't hungry just yet, but they really did look good. The drinks though? An even longer list of teas and drinks exclusive for Typhon digestive systems, including my favorite teas.

My mind was reeling, nerves on edge as this felt too good to be real. What was the catch? What did this place want with Typhon's? Not even the other shelters I heard of gave much care to Typhon's, not this much.

A part of me felt seen, and it was quite scary.

Was this the doing of Doctor Park's son? The twist in my stomach decided my drink order for me as I set my phone down, brows furrowed. There was no reason to be scared just yet, I should at least have a cup of tea first.

The soft click of a door caught my attention, raising my head in time to see the human enter the room. "Are you ready?"

I nodded, staring up at the man and scrutinizing his appearance once more. His clothes were simple pastel fabrics, a lavender button up sweater and white slacks, giving off soft vibes despite how dangerously beautiful his face was. Just looking at him I felt no hostility or judgment, which made it easy to relax a bit in his presence. "Yes- the honey lavender tea for Typhons, extra honey and extra hot?"

"Sure thing. I'll grab that for you- make yourself comfortable." He motioned to my accessories. "Our mission is to be a cozy place for dragons after all."

Dragons. I liked that a whole lot more than Typhons.

Without a response from me, he left through the archway and made a left. I could hear him enter another room, but I tuned out the sounds of the kitchen. Instead I took his suggestion once more and pulled off my glasses and hat, suppressing a shiver at the lack of coverage.

It occurred to me then that it didn't feel as cold as I thought it would, in fact it was warmer inside than outside despite the summer heat. Did they take that into account as well? It was almost warm enough to- no, I should keep my sweaters on.

Instead I took the time to look around a bit more. There were different seating areas throughout the rather large room with quite a bit of space between them. To the right were two large tinted windows, both with their own seating arrangements in front of them and tables. The wall behind me had a built-in fireplace, electronic, that I just realized was on and heating up the room. On either side of the stone mantle were stone shelves with a variety of books and tabletop games to pass the time, with a flat screen TV above the mantle that currently wasn't on. A sign next to it read: want to play a game or use the internet? Scan this code! With a QR code under it.

To the left of the room were a few more seating arrangements, two of them in the back left corner were hidden by privacy screens. There was a large door next to them with a bathroom sign, and then a sectional couch to the right with the sleeping figure where the bit of light from the windows wouldn't even reach.

There were about ten seating areas in a large room about twenty-four meters long and twelve meters wide, plenty of space really. The walls were a pastel blue with dim yellow lights that provided just enough light to make the space cozy. Most of the furniture were blues or blacks, with pastel touches that gave it a homey feel. It felt quite comfortable, and isolated enough I almost forgot I wasn't alone.

Almost.

It wasn't the sleeping figure that reminded me, but the man from before returning with a small tray. He set it on the other side of the table, smiling over at me as he set the items in front of me: a small teapot and teacup with a side of sugar cubes and all natural honey. Even the teapot was cute with its matching cup but- "I thought only the first drink was free?"

He chuckled, a sweet sound that had color flooding my cheeks. "Yes, a pot of tea counts as one drink here." He stood up once again, moving the tray behind him. "My name is Seonghwa, Park Seonghwa, and I'm the owner here. Please tell me if I can do anything more to help you relax."

I stiffened at his name, a fact he noticed and stopped him from turning to leave. "Are you alright?"

Clearing my throat I looked up at him, taking in his features once more. "Ah, I can see the resemblance now. Actually… Doctor Park recommended this place to me."

"My father?" His smile was gone, brows lifted in shock but he didn't seem upset by the news. "Are you one of the Typhon's he works with?"

"Yes." I relaxed a bit, even though he moved to sit in the ottoman across from me. "He said this is a good safe space for those like me… you really put a lot of thought into this place huh?"

The blue of my skin deepened as he beamed with pride, nodding along. "Yes, Dad gives me a lot of pointers and works with me on what kind of environment and things help a Typhon. I wanted to make a place where they feel like they can belong. I hope you can feel like that here Miss… I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

Swallowing the lump in my throat I looked down at the tea, feeling tears bubble behind my eyes. Barely audible for him, I muttered my name. "Call me whatever you like though."

Glancing up through my lashes I caught him staring with an expression I wasn't used to seeing on a human when looking at me: genuine awe.

"You have the prettiest blue cheeks Miss… can I call you Blue?"

I shrugged. "Sure if you want. Do you mind if I call you by your name?"

"By all means." Grinning from ear to ear he motioned to the tea. "Enjoy your tea, and if you like I can give you a tour afterwards. I'd like to get your opinion on this place." He stood up slowly, keeping a respectable distance from me at all times which I appreciated.

But I shook my head. "I don't think I'll be staying long… new places take a lot out of me, even if they do feel cozy."

"Hmmm noted. So I should create a reason for Typhon's to come back?"

I felt the corner of my lips twitch, pouring myself some tea and adding a nice dollop of honey. "Honestly… I think you already have."

Shocked, he gawked down at me, blinking a few times to process my words. "Does that mean you want to come back?" He leaned a bit closer, hopeful.

Instead of answering right away I took a sip of the tea, reveling in the heat that ran down my esophagus and spread warmth throughout my body. He was still waiting with bated breath as I set the teacup down. "This is some really good tea Seonghwa." Wanting to ease him just a bit I pulled my lips up into a small smile, giving a soft nod. "Worth coming back for."

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flock-talk · 8 months

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I was wondering if I could ask for advice on nighttime routines. I have a baby green cheek (less than 2 years) who seems to not fall asleep. We had a bad experience where I had no choice to use a cage that was too small for her, and since then she sleeps on the cage floor, or clings to the wall bars, and moves around if she hears me in the room. Or outright screams if she hears my voice. Some nights she goes in willingly, but I'm worried about her getting peaceful sleep, and that I'm hurting her by not finding a solution right away. I don't know what to do besides upgrade her current (conure size) cage or rearranging the perch layout. Is there something more I can do?

Getting a good nights sleep is definitely important, generally for parrots to settle the rest of the flock also has to be settled, that’s often why they will rustle about and appear distressed if you are still audibly or visually awake.

The easiest way to help them rest is to have them in a room that won’t be active past their bedtime, somewhere quiet and dark so once it’s bedtime it feels like bedtime (electronic lights and sounds can cause more restlessness). If that’s not possible then using a sheet to cover 3/4 sides of the cage can help dampen sounds and maintain a dark space for them. I would then just be careful to be quiet. Playing white noise can also help to dull sounds that may be happening outside/ you have to make that could be keeping them up.

With the wall hanging and stuff that may just be how they are, many conures sleep hanging off of the walls- Newt does that, they’re still totally asleep getting solid rest… just hanging around doing it. If they’re moving around a ton or sounding distressed then I would be aware of the fact that they’re awake but just hanging around itself may not be a bad thing. Many will also chatter and grumble as they get comfy to bed so it’s not uncommon to hear a bunch of noise right before they doze off. Full out screaming though is definitely more indicative of distress or contact calling you to come to bed.

If they struggle to go in the cage for bedtime I did a tutorial on that recently, training a “go to bed” cue can help a lot on creating positive feelings around going in to the cage as well as kickstart a solid predictable routine that signals the “sleepy time” headspace to start up and allow for faster rest.

https://youtu.be/AS7MOBetsyM

For some conures offering a corner that’s just packed with toys can create a cozy spot for them to feel safer, cramming themselves amongst the toys for security and comfort. For others though that can be a hormonal stimulant so that’s something to look out for. That sense of safety it can provide may also help them settle to bed without you present though.

There’s also products like “moonlight bulbs” which I’ve not tried personally but I know some people swear by them for calming their anxious birds’ nerves, lessening night frights and getting proper sleep so those may also be something to look in to!

#sleep ask

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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The perfect night in- Mason mount

Back to writing for my favourite person on the planet!! It’s been way to long since I wrote for this cutie that I think I have withdrawal symptoms. Anyway, thank you so much for all being so patient with me & for the lovely anom who requested this prompt! I hope you all enjoy 🤍

Prompt- “so your stealing my socks now? Are my hoodies and sweatpants not enough anymore?!?”

Summary- when Mason gets to spend a rare night in with you, you spend it in the most y/n and mase way possible... pasta, movies, stolen clothes and of course a game of catch me if you can!

“I’m back...” Mason voice sang through your shared home, making you instantly rise from your comfy position on the couch. Even after 2months of living together, you still weren’t use to the feeling off him coming home to you most nights... it made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. You couldn’t help but think that out of anyone the world class football could of fallen for, he fell for you, the normal girl from (your hometown) who had no intention of being in the spotlight... but here you are.

Meeting him halfway you leapt in his arms, taking him off guard slightly as he grabbed ahold of your smaller frame tightly with a firm but gentle grip, stopping you both from toppling over. “Well hello to you too..” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head softly as you nuzzled yourself further into his chest “anyone would think I’ve been to war by the way your acting. It’s been 4 hours honey...” He teased.

“4 hours too long” your response was muffled from his shirt as you kept your head firmly against his chuckling chest “I missed you like crazy!” Although you adored Mason & seeing him succeed in one of the most highly competitive sports made you beam with pride. You would be lying if his job at times didn’t make you frustrated and full of envy. You hated the fact he was away from you for so long or that some of your time together is cut short due to his busy training schedule or England duties. But you knew they were the consequences of him making you proud & like they always say... absence makes the heart grow fonder!

“I missed you too darling...” Mason sighed, brushing his fingers through your slightly tatted hair as he used his free hand to lift your chin up gently “how about we have a little cozy night in together, yeah? Just me & you and as many Adam sandler movies as you’d like...”

“But I thought you have training in the morning..” you whispered, trying to hide your excitement from the possibility of actually spending a night where you both stayed up together. Normally after a late training session Mason would take himself straight to bed, not really having the energy to have late night talks with you which made both of your heart ping with pain “Oh don’t worry about that..” mase smiled, pecking the bridge of your nose chuckling as it scrunches up naturally “The boss is giving us the day off to relax and recover from a busy straight of the season”

“Does that mean...?” You gasped, not even bothering to hide the excitement any more as you leaned away from his hold ever so slightly. Leaning down to your ear, he brushed away the loose hair before whispering softly “you have me all night & all day baby girl...” Falling back into his arms, you kissed his cheek over and over again “thank you... thank you... thank you...” you repeated after every kiss, causing Mason to throw his head back laughing.

“Don’t thank me angel, thank Tuchel... but maybe not in the same way” he chuckled, pecking your lips once last time before leading you towards the staircase “so how about you go get yourself ready for movie night while I heat up that delicious pasta I can smell. And then we can spend the night with as many kisses and cuddles your precious heart desires..”

Taking one step, you lean back over to him now being the same height as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mouth not getting enough of his as you placed your lips to his once more “sounds like a plan..” you smiled, pulling away “I’d make sure those arms aren’t tired handsome... my heart desires a lot of cuddles right now!”

“Oh I think I can manage it...” he winked before you turned around to head up stairs not without a cheeky tap of your behind first. Making your way into your bedroom, you feet carried there way to his wardrobe where you pulled a pair of his old sweatshirt and your favourite sweatshirt of his that was slowly losing his scent from the times you had worn it. Before heading back down you headed your way to his Chester draws where you pulled out a pair of his socks. People may call you strange for being obsessed with his socks, but you didn’t care! You loved the feeling of the overly expensive cotton which are extremely oversized compared to your size 3 feet!

Feeling comfy enough, you sprinted down the stairs wanting to get the evening started as soon as possible. Entering the kitchen your eyebrows raised as the dining room was empty, however they quickly changed as you realised what that meant! Turning towards the living room, you sighed as you seen the two plates of pasta on the coffee table where you’d most likely be eating for the night. Mason sat cross legged on the floor as he waited for you patiently but as looked up upon your stare he Noticed your disappointed glare, Causing him to speak up up “before you start, I know you hate eating in here but I just thought because you missed me and my cuddles so much we could get the session early...” patting the cushion next to him that he has sent up for you, still wanting you to feel as comfy as possible yourself after a long day at work. But as your face remained the same his panic grew “or not... I can move it all back in there & we can eat like normal people...”

Shaking your head, you giggled heading over to where he was sat “when have we ever been normal mase..” smiling you sat down next to him, taking his hand in his as you leaned across to him planting a fragile kiss on his lips “I would eat in the basement if it meant having a night in with you...” your words caused the guilt in his chest to lay heavy once more as he realised how long it had actually been since you had been able to do something like this together. He wanted nothing more than to spend every evening with you, spoil you on nights out or fly you to any destination at any time. But it wasn’t possible, not with his busy schedule right now...

however as he watched you beside him on the floor, humming from the delight of the warmed up pasta he knew that none of that was needed for you both to feel loved “I love this pasta so much omg” you gasped, taking another spoonful in your mouth as he watched you with nothing but love and admiration. Loving nothing more than how natural you are when you are alone with him.

“I’m starting to think you love that more than me...” Mason pouted teasingly, smiling as you dropped the fork in horror. Gasping you shook your head in shock “love it more than you!?!” Forgetting about the plate of delicious food in front you, you shuffled closer wrapping your arms around him “there is nothing in this planet... scratch that! There is nothing in the whole universe that I love more than you Mason tony mount never forget that!”

“Same goes to you, you little Mason wannabe..” he smirked, taking attention to your outfit as your eyes furrowed in confusion only getting his reference as he slid his hand over your (*his) sweatpants “what can I say..” you giggled “I just love everything about you...”

Pecking your lips in response, Mason looked you up and down. Even after 3 years together and sharing everything you still blew his mind as you wore his clothes... there was no medal or trophy in sight that could beat the feeling you give him. As his eyes take in your frame, they stop in confusion as they landed on your feet “wait a minute..” he mumbled, tapping your knee gently indicating you to unfold your legs. Once you got the hint, he grabbed ahold of your foot causing you to gasp not only in shock in but from how much it tickled “mase!”

“Oh you little thief” he laughed, squeezing your foot once more causing you to squeal “so your stealing my socks now?” He teased “was my hoodies and sweatpants not enough!?!” Shaking your head you giggled, pulling your foot from his grasp “don’t judge me...” you pouted playfully “there a lot more comfy than mine and besides they keep me warm”

“Oh I’ll let you off then..” he rolled his eyes, smiling as he noticed the familiar dimples making an appearance on your cheeks as your smile grew.“You know what...” you beamed, shooting him a cheeky grin as he gave you a small hum indicating you to continue “I think I’ve just figured something out..”

“What?” He questioned.

“I spend more time with your clothes than I do..” you teased, laughing as you watched his mouth open in shock from your words.

“Oh you little monkey! C’mere now...” he smiled, leaning forward to grab you, but already knowing his next move you leapt up from the floor dashing off causing you both to break out in a game of catch me if you can.

“Miss (y/fn) get back here right now!”

“Never!” You laughed, running around the table as he chased after you. But the longer you resisted him the dizzer you got & the looser the oversized socks grew on your feet causing them to slip off as you lose balance, bashing your knee on the leg of the table as you fell down with a thud!

“Owwwww” you cried, as you held your knee tightly looking up to find a concerned but amused Mason. “You okay baby?” He laughed, crouching down next to you as he rubbed the place you where holding. “It’s not funny maseeee!” You pouted, causing him to kiss them softly “I take it back... I’m don’t want wear these devil socks anymore” you whined, taking the black cotton off as you chucked them across the room.

Helping you up, he shook his head in amusement “don’t hate the socks darling, hate the clumsy wearer!” Glaring up to him, you winced as you put pressure on the leg causing any amusement he had to slip away, instead filling with concern “are you sure your okay tho?... do you need any ice??”

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist causing him to do the same as you nuzzled yourself into his chest “I’ll be okay” you whispered “I might need all those cuddles tho that you promised me before..”

Picking you up bridal style, he smiled “I love you so much my clumsy girl”

“I love you too mase..” you mumbled, feeling nothing but content in his arms as he carefully carried you to the sofa “thank you for taking care of me...im sorry for ruining our night in together”

Placing you down gently, he was quick to join you instantly wrapping you both in the warm throw blanket. “Your welcome sweetheart...& you haven’t ruined the night at all” he smiled, placing his lips on your temple as he mumbled into your hair “I wouldn’t want this any other way!”

He knew it wasn’t the perfect way to end the night, cuddling up on the sofa as he nursed your bruised knee as best as he could... but as he held you tightly to him, feeling your body become limp in his arms as sleep over come you... he knew he wouldn’t want it any other way! To him it was one thing and one thing only...

The perfect night in!

#Mason mount #Mason mount imagine #Mason mount fluff #Mason mount one shot #mason mount x reader #Chelsea #alltoolewis #football #mason mount blurb

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raeygina-george · 5 months

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Hii Raey! For the emoji ask game (the one I answered) Can I also give you the whole thing? :D [Only if you have the time tho!]

In that case...the whole thing - ones you you don't wanna answer <3

(Tag me in it btw :3)

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

a picture of a gravestone that says 'drowned in the pussy on it' with 'rip raey' shittily written under it. since i know you're so enamored with this lockscreen that you want to know my homescreen as well, it's the same image but hand drawn by my bestie

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolate but honestly both!

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

uhhh..... some of my friends call me pookie or raeybae but other than that not really lol

🎵 Last song you listened to?

against the kitchen floor by will wood!

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

yes and i just foudn out fairly recently that someone made a tumblr acc based off of one of my fanfics. that was a wild day

😏 Are you on discord?

yass. username commanderofspicyfire if yall wanna chat!!

💛 Do you have any piercings?

i have the basic ear piercings. i think it would be fun to have more but ive tried some of like the fake piercings & they don't really look that good on me + they're covered by my hair + you're not allowed to have piercings in when cheering so i'd have to get them all during the off season but there's not really enough Time for the piercings to heal before the season starts again </3

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

as gon said, if you want to get to know someone, find out what makes them angry!

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

uhhhh... probably like a caramel chocolate chip cookie.....

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

DOGS I LOVE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!!!!!!!!!!! i do like cats too but DOGS BIG FLUFFY DOGS PUPPIES HOLY SHIT !!!!!

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

headpohones yumy

�� What’s a weird fact that you know?

i actually dont think that knowing how many calories is in a human tooth is weird but i can't think of anything else off of the top of my head soo. 36. but while fact checking my answer i came across a much weirder fact, which is that the average newborn human baby has 420,000 calories in it. well... blaze it baby......

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

both but im more of a morning person tbh. ignoring the fact that i can't get out of bed on time to save my life

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

in my bed so cozy and eepy

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

yass

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

stupid bitch (affectionate)

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

i dont really drink starbucks but on the very very rare occasion that i do, caramel frappucino

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

i don't have any of those, but my least favorite color just like by itself is definitely that desaturated yellowy green

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea!!!! i haven't had coffee in a while but it made me feel kinda sick

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

since uhh june 2022 i believe? so not that long in the grand scheme of things

🌴 Desert island item?

assuming this is the 'what would you bring if you were stranded on an island' question, i would bring the anime character saiki k for obvious reasons

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

most of the time i just dress comfy but on the rare occasion that i do dress up it's like. pastel lesbian schoolgirl on the side of goth OR malewife.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

[winry rockbell head in hands image] i dont know

💙 Relationship status?

i mean ignoring the fake polyamorous relationship my besties have suddenly created, single

🤎 What color is your hair?

brown lol

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

nope

💄 Do you wear makeup?

not usually? sometimes i will wear some eyeliner but im kinda eepy

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

i cant really think of the Best One because a lot of people have given me really really really nice compliments and i appreciate them all lots

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@gxlexii and of course all of my mutuals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love yall!!!!

(also, just out of curiosity, does tumblr not give you a notification when someone answers your ask?)

#asks <3

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jinhyun · 2 years

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Omg I'm so behind on leaving you any comments about watercolor lately cus I have been so busy 😭 I think the last one I commented on was pre-make out?? Fair warning I cursed a lot while typing this one out 😅 it's a long one, so I hope you're ready lol. So here we go 😊😂

Dreamlike - are you fucking kidding me? 😭 Are you actually fucking kidding me right now? How dare you make me cry with how fucking adorably cute this was! Come here, lean in, you deserve a forehead smooch for this pure perfection! 😘 I loved sooo much about this that I had to go back and reread so I could make more specific comments and not be so vague 😅

the way he couldn't even focus and kept searching for y/n and like literally left Yerim to go get her a drink and instead ended up texting y/n because he had a mini freak out thinking she was making out with Binnie!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! The fact that he debated staying and hooking up after he already told her he was coming and then still left for her!!! Are you freaking serious?? And you still haven't figured it the fuck out by now Hwang??? How thick is this fucking kid 🙄 But the way he fucking smiled thinking about what his friends must have thought of him leaving the party... Stop it 😭 my heart is going to burst!!! The way smiled at her sleeping 😭🥰🥰🥰 the paint on her face and him finding it cute?! 🥲 Btw... What was the painting she fell asleep on, huh??? Hmmmmm 🕵️‍♀️🤔😏 was it maybe one of said Hwang Hyunjin?

Not you finally title dropping on us 😭 Title drops are one of my favorite ways authors do their little nod to the readers 🥰 That perfect moment of clarity for why it got named that way is like 🤌

The paint swapping deal, I see you foreshadowing (I hope lol) 😍 this is such a fucking intimate artist thing to do tho and I am dying right now! Just absolutely dying. I can't wait to see when this comes back up later 😏

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 The paint fight into the kiss!!!! 😭😭😭😭 What did you just jump into my dreams of how I want to fall in love again and just rip this right out of my brain?? Like this is movie material! Are you hearing me?!! Or drama worthy! I would watch this k-drama in a heartbeat! 🥰 But the neck painting... It was this ❣️ right? Or was it something else? Or is it a secret??! But the way you wrote the kiss 😭 my single ass was over here flailing around my bed like an idiot, kicking all my sheets to the floor. I want someone to kiss me like that 😅 lmao. But the phone buzzing breaking it up 😠😤 gdi!!! Y/n was having her moment!! I swear if it was Yerim interrupting again I'm gonna throw things. Probably just my pillow onto my bed, but I will throw it!!

I 100% expected them to go wash the paint off after they left the art studio, but please for the love of all things Shin Ryujin, tell me that they both walked back to their dorms covered in paint and at least 1 person saw them 😭 I need someone to know what they got up to and have seen the physical evidence 🥲 if you say no, I'm still gonna headcanon that someone did lol 😅💀💀💀

Overall, I loved it. I love you. I get so happy whenever I see you updated 😁 If you update during the day I just keep from reading it and save it as a nice little treat at the end of the day when I'm all comfy and cozy before I go to bed 🤭🥰 I hope you write more of these long written out sections for watercolor! but also no pressure to do so if that's not what you want to do with the story 🥰 I trust you! I don't trust your version of Hwang Hyunjin (yet 😏) but I trust you! 🥰

Snitch - coffee date!!!!!! But fr if someone got oil paint on my favorite sweater I might kill them. Even if it was because of a steamy makeout lol. Reasons why I only paint in clothes I don't care about ruining 😅

Omg not the group chat dragging him, lol he deserves it. Seungmin with the tea about the paint 🤭 puppies always get into the things you don't want them to find lmao. Felix freaking out over them making out is literally me. This was my reaction as well 💀 Changbin and Hyunjin in the made out with y/n club 😏 but Binnie still the only one that's... Well you know, you wrote it 😉 lmao

"stop gatekeeping my cutie" omfg Yongbok 😁😂 I love him so much 😭🥰🥰🥰😭

Tbf that is one fucking adorable picture of Ryujin, her smile is just 😍🥰

So in your head, who had the matcha and who had the chocolate?? Also omg those look sooo fucking delicious 😭 why are there no good cafes around me *sigh* I'm never gonna go on a cute coffee date like this 🥺

Ngl I love the way Changbin just slid in and confirmed the makeout in like no time, while also pointing out Hyunjin is treating her kind of special 🥰 it makes me nervous and excited for her all at the same time lol I love the like flirtatious fwb relationship y/n and binnie have. I know she's gonna end up with Hyunjin, but I still can't help wanting to see more interactions between those two, they're chemistry is so cute!!

Not Hyunjin getting jealous 😅 cute. "don't make me reach over the table and kiss you" 👀👀👀Do it, I dare you! lmao 😂💀 so did they kiss??? Hmmm????

Kicked Out - I left you comments for this one on the post, but I will just reiterate, my pillows are so fucking lumpy now 😭💀 I still don't trust him, but it was so cute how he got all worried about her getting kicked out 🥰 but also God I want some calbee honey butter chips now 🤤 I have never had that flavor but I love their plain chips so much, they are so yummy!! Also he indirectly tweeted about her 👀 so does that mean he doesn't care if the potential hookups see??? Hmmmm???? But also "it's different tho, there are no feelings involved" alright everyone together, ready? 🤦‍♀️

Faithful - 😭😭😭 How is Ryujin soooooo fucking cute 😭😭😭 it's not fair!! My poor bi heart can't take this. I need some warnings next time, I might lose my breath completely and just simply pass away 🥰 and the Pikachu is cute too, but now I just have Changbin's (actual real life Changbin) "pika pika Pikachu!!" stuck him my head in a loop lol, so thanks for that 😅

Hyunjin only day? Bitch if you don't calm the fuck down you might fucking realize you're a simp lmao 😅 it's okay tho, I'm a simp for Ryujin too 🥰 Not the whole gc inviting themselves over for dinner 😂 NOT HAN MAKING IT SOUND LIKE THE FUCKED 😭💀💀💀💀💀 also do I sense a merged group chat in the future??? 😏🤔🤔 "damn y/n, how many guys do you have" 😂😭💀💀💀💀 omfg because two is sooooo many 🥲 still more than me tho lmao

Ooooh Minho being the mom friend and representing all of us readers 😅 I'm so here for it. I hope for everyone's sake he is wrong. I really really do. I don't want to cry because of this story. I will if you take it that way, I know I will, but I won't be happy about it lol. Y/n, babes, it's not delusional, he has started to feel something. Unfortunately he's just a dumbass and he's probably gonna fuck it up before he realizes it 🙃 Minho I love you, but I hate that you have to be so realistic about the situation right now 😭 I am not ready for heartbreak. But also don't hate the implication that she could still hook up with Binnie. All the team Changbin readers just sitting here quietly chanting, "Binnie! Binnie! Binnie!" 🤭💀 lmao

So yay! I finally caught up on comments 🥰💙 I think that took me like an hour or so to type all that up 😅 but you definitely deserved it 👏👏👏 with how much time you must put into every update and how often you update, and how invested I am and how much I love this story, you definitely deserve an hours worth of comments 🥰🥰🥰 I'm looking forward to the next updates. I hope you don't decided to break us 😅 and if you do, I hope you plan on updating the next chapter right away lol. I don't think I could handle the angst and a long cliffhanger 😭🤧

Anyway, I hope you are feeling better 💙💙💙 I hope you aren't suffering from any long term effects from covid! I know you said you were sick on your birthday, but Happy Belated Birthday!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎈🎈🎂, hopefully you were still able to enjoy it! I hope you are finding ways to entertain yourself now that you've graduated 😊 and I hope you have a good day/night 🥰🥰🥰💙💙💙

AHHHHHHHH i'm sorry it took me so long to answer this ask, i was just... appreciating it 🥲

dreamlike~

please i'm so happy that you enjoyed dreamlike and took the time to go back to it just so you could point certain things out, it means the world to me 😭💕

for real tho, it couldn't be any more clear given how he could not focus and would only think of y/n the entire party, like come on hyunjin you're smarter than that 😭😭😭

y/n's painting and what hyunjin drew on her neck are both secrets 🤭 but who knows, maybe we'll find out at some point later in the story 👀

drama worthy please 😭 that is like the ultimate compliment 😭😭😭 and i'm glad that you enjoyed the title dump, ngl i love doing that in my fics lmao so thanks for appreciating it 🤧

"for the love of all things shin ryujin" don't mind me if you ever see me using that on a daily basis. idk i mean it was pretty late but maybe someone did see them 👀 campus is a big place after all

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH, i'm sososo happy that you enjoyed it :( and i do have more written parts planned out! some shorter and some just as long or maybe longer (i won't know until i write them lol) but there are more of them coming, so i'm glad you like them 🥰

snitch~

lmao for real y/n shouldn't have worn her fav sweater to paint to begin with, but in her defense she was knew there would be pretty much no one at the studio and she doesn't tend to get stained all over when she paints... and she was most definitely not expecting to have a make out session with hyunjin or anyone else that night so 💀

ksñajdñajs jinnie and binnie part of the kissing y/n club but jinnie not part of the s*x with y/n club, rip 😔

ryujin's smile i knowwww 😭 can't get tired of looking at that picture, i love her so much istg. in my mind it was y/n the one to get the matcha one... idk if hyunjin is a fan of it irl 👀 waiting for him to tell us one day lol

changbin's fwb relationship with y/n is so fun to write 😭 and you're valid lmao i remember there was a time even i started shipping them 💀 but i am loyal to hyunjin, we in a hyunjin au rn.

jealous hyunjin is just >>>>>>>> and it was kind of an open ending so 👀 whether they ended up kissing or not it's up to you on this one 👀

kicked out~

yesss, i remember your comment 🥰 he does worry about her and he's a cutie for that :(

omg i've never had those chips at all, i don't think we have them here ksñajs but they do look so good i wish i could try them

he did indirectly tweet about her 👀 ig we'll find out whether he is ready or not to let go of his potential hookups soon... hopefully he is

faithful~

DUDE FR IDK MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT EITHER 😭😭😭😭 i had not been this bi since kaya scodelario and hayley williams istg.

"bitch if you don't calm the fuck down you might fucking realize you're a simp" LMAOOOO the way i laughed omg jsñajdñs. he was bold af for that one tho, props to him 💀

merged group chat in the future... that does sound very interesting... we'll see if they all become that close at some point 👀

honestly at this point it would be better for everyone's sake and not just only y/n's for him to be wrong... let's hope he is so no one ends up hurt :/ and that hyunjin won't fuck up before he realises his fucking feelings. we'll see which turn i take with this story 😇 thanks for being open minded about it jsñaksña.

oof, hyunjin would not be happy if she still had the fwb thing going on with binnie... but yeah i can hear you all ynbin shippers cheering on it lmao

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO COMMENT ON ALL PARTS OMG??? the dedication i'm just 😭😭😭😭 i lost count of how many times i've read this ask lmao, and i couldn't bring myself to answer it for some reason 🥲

like i said, we'll see what turn i decide to take with this story 👀 so i won't comment on that bc i'm afraid i could spoil you guys jdñajs

thanks for the belated birthday wish 🥺 it sucked to be quarantined during it but my friends and family have already made it up to me 🤧💖

once again thank you so muchhhh, i don't have enough words to thank you :( i hope you're havingg a great week, lovie 🥰

#ask #tardiscompanion #au: watercolor

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sscoutregimentss · 3 years

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

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moonlit-han · 4 years

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nxt 2 u: mornings with stray kids ↠ all members

genre: imagine/reaction, fluff, domestic bliss, established relationship au word count: 3k warnings: highly suggestive, 18+ themes, swearing request: yes but also no? a/n: femme-leaning reader~

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bang chan

you roll over at the sound of chan mumbling in his sleep

he kinda wakes up

just a little blearily

and gives you this huge smile (♡‿♡)

bc you're actually there, the love of his life

and he still can't believe he's lucky enough to wake up beside you every day

so you snuggle closer and kiss his nose

then his eyelids

and finally his mouth so gently

channie just curls more tightly to you and pulls you to his chest

his hair is all tousled in the cutest way

like one part of it is sticking up like a lil cat ear (or wolf ear, since it's chan)

and you kinda just melt when you notice it

you can’t resist combing your fingers through his hair

when he finally wakes up

chan peppers your face with kisses,

carefully sliding on top of you

to then slowly, so slowly kiss you

his hands travel all over you, slipping under the old t-shirt of his you’re wearing

and soon you’re wriggling under him, wanting more (*/ω＼)

so chan works what seems like magic with his hands and/or mouth

until your toes are curl and you feel like you’re going to burst

but chan just grins and rolls off the bed

leaving you gasping and mildly grumpy ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

but you still get up to make blueberry pancakes

bc it’s saturday and that means blueberry pancakes ( ｀^´ )ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

so you’re standing at the counter, combining the ingredients and waiting for the griddle to heat up

chan comes in after taking a shower

and is so overcome with tenderness at how sweet you look

just standing there in the kitchen,

still in his t-shirt and your underpants

so he wraps his arms around you from behind

and presses himself against you, teasing again a little

he nuzzles your neck, just begging for kisses

so soon, the stove is turned off and breakfast almost forgotten

as you stumble, giggling, back into the bedroom to cuddle and kiss more

and when you’re just about falling asleep

bc who needs to be awake on a saturday morning?! ┐(︶▽︶)┌

chan looks just as adorable and soft as he did earlier in the day

and you let him curl into your arms again

as you hold him and kiss the top of his head

adfghakldfhg he's just the sweetest floofkins (*´▽`*)

lee minho

i know i’ve compared minho to a cat before

but hear me out

minho in the mornings is mildly hilarious

bc even if he’s completely curled into a ball when he falls asleep

or spooning you sweetly

or whatever other fascinating position you fall asleep in together

he ends up stretched out

with at least one arm and one leg thrown over you

snoring softly

just. like. a. cat.

and you often find yourself unable to move

bc minho’s surprisingly heavy when he’s asleep

complete deadweight (╥ᆺ╥；)

but as soon as you brush the little stray hairs from his forehead

and kiss his shoulder

he stirs and groans a little, just settling deeper into the mattress

….which means more snugly onto you

heCk (￢_￢;)

so you wriggle around a little more

and finally manage to get your leg free from underneath of minho’s

as usual, you climb on top of minho and sit squarely on top of him

………

and start tickling him (≧◡≦)

THAT definitely wakes minho up

his lips poke out a little in a pout, all of their own accord

but he can’t really do anything about the fact that you’re tickling him

bc you’re sitting right on his hips, pinning him to the bed

the ~intimacy~ of the position, despite the fact that you’re tickling him, is not lost on either of you

and, being the little shit that he is, minho bucks his hips up once or twice

you just give him a mock glare and say “bad kitty”

before tickling him with renewed enthusiasm

(not to mention giving him little kisses on the neck and teasing ones on the ear)

once his ribs start to hurt from laughing,

minho just pulls you into a deep kiss

and you both relax

you love how sweet he is in the morning

nothing is hurried nor desperate

bc all minho wants to do is softly show you how much he loves you

you share little, soft touches that nonetheless feel like the most important things in the world

seo changbin

changbin’s arms around you is the best thing in the world

you’re barely awake and everything is blissful softness

if your feelings and the atmosphere could be described as a color,

it would be peach~

golden and warm, with just a hint of sweetness ;)

you snuggle into changbin’s chest, nestling your hips more closely with his

and you get a little kiss on the head

changbin is calm and cuddly in the mornings

and all he wants to do is hold you

sometimes you’ll end up with him closer than skin-to-skin

but it’s honestly more for comfort than anything else

how can he resist yet another way to be closer to you and cozy?

after awhile, you turn over slightly and kiss the underside of his chin

he giggle softly

……he’s a bit like totoro:

comfy

definitely a little magical

((yes, i’m still on my “changbin is a shapeshifting crow” agenda))

and just A Good BeanTM

(♡‿♡) (♡‿♡) (♡‿♡)

you scoot up onto the pillow a bit so you’re face-to-face

changbin just murmurs “hey baby” and gives you a lil kiss on the lips

his lips are so soft you feel like you’re going to melt

he makes sure to pull the blankets back over your shoulders so you aren’t cold

and he rubs your back in slow circles

tension you didn’t even know you were holding releases under his touch

and changbin’s hand drifts to your hip to hold you to him

you tangle your legs together

and he somehow pulls you closer

you’re really not sure how he manages it

but changbin can hold you and cuddle you so closely that you feel like you’re going to merge into one person

there’s nothing sexy about it or anything

it’s just that the warm, safe feeling you get is so amazing

neither of you are anywhere near fully awake

and drift in and out of sleep, sometimes shifting to a more comfortable position

when you finally wake, changbin is still sleeping soundly

you take the opportunity to stare at him

his hair is mussed (a bit wildly)

and he has the first little bits of stubble coming down from his sideburns

a little smile adorns his mouth, as if he’s dreaming about something lovely

((you. he’s dreaming about you :3 ))

you slip your arm up to stroke changbin’s face

your thumb passes over the rounded plane of his cheekbone

and, even in sleep, he leans into your touch

after a few more moments, you lightly kiss him awake

hwang hyunjin

you’d expect hyunjin to be a complete mess in the mornings

but he’s not

he’s actually organized

oh and since his hair can get aaaaaall over the place

he always makes sure to braid it out of the way at night

so in the mornings, little wisps of hair stick out from their appointed places

one of your morning habits is to delicately tuck those wisps of hair back into place

on the weekends, hyunjin is

so! excited!! to!!! cuddle!!!! you!!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

and loves kinda pouncing on you as soon as your eyes open

kisses you all over

and rolls the two of you around on the bed

and he’s just holding your hips the entire time, rubbing small circles into them

as he kisses you so damn sweetly

alkdfhgskdjfh

and if you playfully nip at his bottom lip?

he’ll just do it right back

your rolling around has turned into more too many times for you to count

and honestly, it’s kinda the best

so sweet and slow

like you’re the most precious jewel in the world

he t a k e s h i s s w e e t t i m e (￣～￣ )

and sometimes all you can do is hold on to the sheets for dear life

unless you’re supposed to meet your parents at 11 a.m.

in which case, you’d better be ready

gotta go fast, as they say~ (⊙‿⊙✿)

but even then, mornings with hyunjin are still sweeter than caramel

his normally plump lips are even more so when he’s just woken up

and the way he squints his eyes against the sun?

that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

sometimes he’s just calm in the mornings

and you lay your head on his chest

and listen to his heartbeat

as hyunjin strokes your hair and gives you a little neck massage

it’s so peaceful and you wouldn’t trade snuggling with hyunjin for the world

han jisung

does not want to get out of bed

nope

no fucking thank you ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

there really should be a sign on his door or bed like

WARNING: Do Not Try to Remove Squirrel from Natural Habitat!!!!!

secondary warning: squirrel may bite if forcibly removed from natural habitat

he will cling to you better than an octopus

alkjdhgadlkfjghadfkgjl

jisung nuzzles into your neck like there’s no tomorrow

and the loose strands of hair falling around his face tickle your skin a little

instead of kissing your neck over and over,

jisung just kinda pouts and keeps his lips lightly against your skin

it’s really sweet hhhhhh (o´▽`o)

if he’s ~ in the mood ~ be prepared for WhiningTM

and for your pajamas to disappear faster than chan’s ears turn red when he’s embarrassed

is it gonna be fast? slow? who knows! (・_・ )

let the fates decide and just go with it

bc either way, you’re going to need to change the sheets and take a shower

you may also find yourself turned into a burrito one morning

bc jisung loves all the blankets

and thinks you’re cute as hell all rolled up in them

…..like a burrito ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

and he will immediately lay down on top of you, the burrito, and begin to munch

and by munch i mean kiss you so thoroughly you’ll barely remember your name

he only gets like that if he’s been awake for at least an hour

hhhhhhhh

so when he first opens his eyes, rubbing his face a little and yawning

his first inclination is to make sure you’re still there

and then he just snuggles closer, kinda tucking his head under your chin or on your shoulder

as you also wake up, you make sure to kiss his forehead and tell him you love him

it’s a little ritual almost~

you’d both miss it if you didn’t do that

and you just shift a bit so you can hold jisung even tighter,

threading your fingers through his hair

and kissing the tips of his ears, as if they have little points

you lay there together, just enjoying the warmth of not one, not two, not three, but four comfy blankets and each other

until jisung’s a bit more awake

his hair is so messy when he finally sits up

and his lips are a little dry and swollen from sleep

when he finally speaks, his voice is super husky and deeper than usual

and, frankly, you think it’s the hottest thing ever

when you’re together, he usually doesn’t wear a shirt to sleep, either

so in the morning you’re just blessed with the sight of a shirtless jisung

whose voice is at least half an octave lower and slightly gravelly

it’s just;;;

alkfhgalkdjfhgldkjfsjfhks

invariably, you end up pulling him right back down next to you and booping his nose

then kissing him

a lot

and, sometimes, you don’t get out of bed until noon

because why would you when it’s safe inside the blankets? (⌒▽⌒)♡

lee felix

wraps arms and legs (anything else he can manage but idk what) around you

bc damn it you’re there with him and you’re gonna be close!!!!

the cuddliest in the morning

but then again….will gladly wriggle down to the foot of the bed

and make you a scream

felix: softly, y/n!! don’t wake the neighbors!

y/n: how am i… supposed to- Fuck! stay quiet when you- damn it, ’lix… keep doing that!!?

*giggles from felix* (≧◡≦)

but most importantly

he literally just wants to hold you

and enjoys making you laugh by rumbling his voice in his chest

after all, it’s considerably easier to do first thing in the morning

and is quite proud of the fact that his voice is deeper in the mornings

yawns kinda loudly????

but does that slow eye and nose scrunch he does

to clear the sleep from his eyes a little

it’s the cutest thing ever

also learned the “make my significant other into a burrito” trick from jisung (-_-;)

so now you’re a burrito practically every single morning

there’s actually something comforting about being swaddled

and also like jisung

(((dear god they must share notes akhfskdhj)))

he flops down on top of you to cuddle the living daylights out of you

felix will give you all the gentle kisses in the world

definitely sings that frank sinatra song “fly me to the moon” to wake you up

before kissing each of your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and all the way up your arm before finally

finally

reaching your lips

and he just murmurs sweet nothings to you

as he kisses you every way and everywhere he knows how

felix likes to lay beside with you, hands laced together

and talk about what you’ll do together that day

bc there’s so much he wants to do with you (*¯ ³¯*)♡

and show you and cook for you

and he’s just so full of love

that he ends up bounding out of bed

and pulling you with him, even if you’re both still half-asleep

just so you can start your day together

although, you usually have to stop him from running out the door still in his pajamas

with the cutest bedhead ever

a small part of you wants to see what would happen if he went out like that

but then again…

you also want to be the only one who sees felix in such an utterly free state of being

kim seungmin

seungmin is extremely soft in the mornings

he really likes to just hold you to his chest with his cheek pressed against the top of your head

kisses your temple from time to time

and just holds you on top of him, hand pressed to the small of your back

he likes to tell you about the previous day when you’re just laying there together

and sometimes doesn’t mind if you fall back asleep while he’s talking

he actually finds it rather cute

seungmin likes to spoil you in the mornings

whatever that means to you

either food

(he’ll make you an amazing breakfast

like absolutely everything you could ever want

and probably more)

or ~ love ~

(…maybe, if you make a good case for it

does not take these things lightly (￣ヘ￣) )

or giving you a massage

whatever

you do like massages tho

and seungmin’s particularly good at them

he makes sure to get lotion or body oil

and that his hands are warm

bc no one likes a massage from someone with cold hands

then just methodically massages your back

he secretly likes the little noises you make when the tension releases from your muscles (✿´ ꒳ ` )

sometimes massages turn into making love

but usually not~

mornings are for slow relaxation

no raising of heartbeats or anything else

seungmin also likes to plan out days while still cuddling in bed

and grudgingly allows you to tease him

about his bedhead

or his bleary-eyed looks at you before he’s fully awake ╥﹏╥

or how he just wouldn’t move no matter what you did during the night

it was really quite amazing

..................

seungmin tends to mumble a lot in the mornings

it’s one of the few times he’ll snuggle into you

instead of holding you

he’ll just mumble incoherently

and you’ll be just falling asleep again

when he starts talking perfectly clearly about how much he loves you

you listen, trying to memorize exactly what he says

bc there’s absolutely nothing to distract him or filter the words

and he’s just…. talking

seungmin’s voice first thing in the morning is, of course, a bit lower from sleep

and you find it unbearably attractive

especially when he’s telling you he loves you (*/ω＼)｡ｏ♡

yang jeongin

kinda just slips his arm around your shoulder

kisses the top of your head

and murmurs “good morning sweetie”

before getting up quickly to brush his teeth

bc dear gods he just wants to feel clean;;;;

but!!

once he’s back, it’s time for sooooo many cuddles ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

you hadn’t necessarily fully enjoyed the experience of breakfast in bed

until you met jeongin

then, breakfast in bed on the weekends became normal!

and sometimes you’d even watch a show together

and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle

when he started working out more, you were really excited

bc it meant more squish for you to cuddle on

ajdfgsdkjfhgaklj

he’s very playful in the mornings

and, like with minho, there ends up being lots of tickling

although, with jeongin, he’s doing the tickling

he’s in love with your giggle(*♡∀♡)(*♡∀♡)

and takes every opportunity to make you laugh just so he can hear it

jeongin is the poutiest in the mornings

like if you thought jisung can pout?

then…

well, no. jisung still wins the pouting contest

but jeongin comes in a close second!!!

but not even pouting to get something or get his way

just cutely pouting for the sake of looking cute (◕‿◕✿)

alkdhgsdfkjghal

and he just squishes you so tightly to his chest

you sometimes have to remind him that

in a perfect world

you’d like to breathe

one morning when you were being squeezed

so affectionately you didn’t even know what to do

you decided to kiss his collarbones

and it was all over from there

jeongin m e l t s if you kiss his collarbones

and if you kiss along them,

everything in his world is even better

but then if you decide to get inventive

and maybe take a lil soft nibble or lick?

it’s all over (⌒_⌒;)

he just gets so overwhelmed with love

and tenderness hhhhh

and sighs like a dramatic Victorian lady

the moment you start

therefore:

you are so not leaving that bed for at least another two hours

jeongin likes to make sure you’re nice and comfy

at all times

when in bed bc, just like his friends have taught him:

he will treat you like an angel.｡ｏ♡

#inkidz #stayhavennet #0325net #ultkpop #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #skz #skz fanfic #.moonlight

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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Happily Ever After [Corpse x Reader]

Warnings: Angst, neglect, argument Summary: corpse and the Reader get into an argument cause he’s been neglecting her for awhile. He overworks himself and when he has days off he’s always with his friends and so she tells him about it, he says some hurtful things to her during the argument. The reader takes his words to heart and she begins to distance herself from him and she stops doing the little things that he loved about her. Whenever he tries to hang out she always rejects him or she’s hanging out with her friends. He then talks to her about it, he wants to know what caused her change of heart. When he finds out it was really his fault, he tries to fix it. Request: @xxasteriaxx A/N: This is gonna be a sad one with maybe a happy ending- who knows? My stories are coming out slower now and I am sorry about that! Now that it's Friday, I will try my best to get more stories out during the weekend. Online school has pretty stressful and my sleep schedule has been whack. Tag list: Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @babyhoneystvles

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Y/N didn’t know what went wrong in the relationship. Was it her? Why was she being.. neglected by Corpse? Did she do something wrong? Corpse was always overworking himself with editing his videos, recording, and streaming. And when he has time off, he doesn’t care to spend to time with Y/N. He’s always with his friends in a discord call, playing Among Us, or doing anything else with them. She started to think.. Did he not love her anymore?

Y/N whipped up Corpse a grilled cheese sandwich. She knew she should cook- it was her hobby and her talent. She also knew that Corpse loved when she made this. She came to the conclusion that he was just stressed and maybe needed some love and food. So she went out of her way to make this meal amazing. It was crispy and looked aesthetically pleasing and delicious. She was very proud of it and was excited to show Corpse.

She picked the plate up and walked over to Corpses office. She slowly opened the door, wincing at the loud creaking sound. Corpse seemed to be playing Among Us with his friends but wasn’t streaming. She walked over and set the plate down then wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Corpse moved his head away a little and squirmed, “Thanks Y/N” Corpse said, focusing on his screen.

“Can we cuddle after you’re done playing?” Y/N asked. It’s been a while since they have, the bed began to feel oddly cold without Corpses arms around her. She missed it very much, she really wanted to have a nice warm cuddle session with him.

“Mhm.” Corpse replied dismissively, which made Y/N frown. She give him another kiss and muttered ‘I love you’. She didn’t leave, instead she closed the office door and sat down next to him on the ground. He looked at her curiously, “Aren’t you going to leave?” he asked.

Y/N frowned, “I wanna spend time with you. I won’t bather you, I promise.”

Corpse sighed, then got back to playing the game. After a little bit, he finally decided to eat the sandwich. It made Y/N happy to see him eat, she knows he hasn’t eaten in a while. She stayed in that exact spot the whole time he played. When he got off, she stood up and was excited to cuddle with him. She has been waiting for this moment her entire life. She went to hug him and he stood up but- he just.. pushed past her. Y/N frowned, following him out of the office. “Cospsie!” Y/N said, “Aren’t we gonna cuddle?”

“Oh.. don’t have time. I’m going out for a little bit.” Corpse said, putting his sneakers on and looking for his hoodie. But it wasn’t where he last had it, did he misplace it? lose it? And then he knew, he looked at his girlfriend to see him wearing the hoodie he was looking for. “Can I have my hoodie back?” he asked.

“But it’s comfy!” Y/N smiled, snuggling into it. She loved wearing Corpses clothes- especially his hoodies. And the hoodie she was wearing was her favorite. The deep smell of cologne soothed her to sleep and the warmth was amazing. She thought Corpse loved when she wore his clothes, they were always oversized on her and that's what he loved- but she guessed she was wrong.

“I don’t care can I please have it back?” Corpse asked, beginning to get a little frustrated.

Y/N was a little caught off guard, but she took the warm hoodie off and handed it to Corpse, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as she handed it to him. She watched him put it on and just leave without saying a word. Y/N was let down, she was really looking forward to cuddling with him.. guess she’ll have to wait. Y/N went to the couch and laid down, grabbing a big that laid across the top to snuggle up in. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep either, she didn’t even realize how tired she was.

After a couple of hours, when the sun wa setting over skyline and slipping beneath tall standing skyscrapers, Corpse returned home. He was exhausted, he went out to the park and the mall to get a whole lot of things. He dropped the bags on on the island of the kitchen, and walked out into the living room. He saw Y/N cuddled up and frowned. He loved her very much, but she's been getting in the way of his work lately and has been being very clingy. Corpse went over and gave her a kiss on the temple before walking back to their room to sleep.

~Timeskip~

After a couple of days Y/N began to feel frustrated at how she was being neglected. She missed the warm hugs and kisses she got from Corpse, she getting tired of giving morning kisses with reply. She started believe that love lies, she felt her mind saying Corpse was in love with someone else. That would explain why he liked to go out a lot now. But no, you know from his friends snaps and tweets that hes just with his friends- right? Maybe he fell in love with Sykkuno or Dave or something.. Y/N wouldn’t be surprised.

She looked through Corpses phone and computer, finding nothing but work, recordings, discords, games, and all that other stuff so he couldn’t be cheating. Y/N decided to ask Corpse why he was neglecting her. Neglect was what she feared... She was already in a abuse relationship where she was neglected and cheated on. Corpse was the only guy that told her ‘I love you’ and really meant it. It was a while until Y/N was confident enough to even begin a serious relationship which every guy she tried pushed EXCEPT Corpse. She was not ready to lose the prize she won with Corpse, she was not going to lose him because he’s too selfish and dumb to put just a few seconds of his time to her.

She missed the kisses... She missed him.Y/N walked into the living room to see Corpse sitting on the couch. He was texting with someone Twitter, she didn’t know because she couldn’t see the name. “Hey.. Corpse?”

Corpse looked up, “Yeah?” he said.

“Uhm... why have you been.. y’know, neglecting me lately? It’s been a while and I really want to spend time with you.” Y/N said, walking over to sit next to him on the couch.

Corpse sighed, “Can I not have some time alone? You’re being clingy.”

Y/N frowned, clingy. “Of course you can have time alone! I just wanna spend time with you. Is that a bad thing?”

“Well, you’re always on my case!” Corpse raised his voice, catching Y/N off guard. “You’re always asking for attention and pushing yourself into my personal space! You always say ‘I love you’ every single fucking minute, I get it! Ok?! Just stop being so fucking demanding!”

Y/N moved back a little, she was surprised by being screamed at by Corpse- it never happened. She was hurt. Was Corpse right about all of those things? Was she an attention seeker? Was her ‘I love you’s too much? Was she demanding? She sniffed, standing up and walking away to go to their bedroom.

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/N!” Corpse yelled to her. He had angry built up in his system. He had so much work and so much to do, he couldn’t have Y/N bothering her. And he wanted to have a good social life- he needed friends. Couldn’t Y/N see that?!

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Just like what Corpse wanted, Y/N didn’t bother him anymore. The morning kisses and snuggles were gone. She stopped planting kisses on his cheek and his lips in the morning, night, and throughout the day. She stopped wearing his clothes and hoodies, leaving all the warmth for coziness to Corpse. And she also stopped saying I love you, which she missed so much. She missed all of it, but it was what Corpse wanted and that was all that mattered.

But she also realized that Corpse began to want her attention- but she needed to give him space. He wanted space, that's what he said- so she was going to give it to him! She wasn’t going to bother him during streams, only to give him food and/or a drink. Y/N hung out with her friends more often, giving Corpse as much space as he can possibly can have.

Corpse just got done streaming and was looking for Y/N. His fans were going crazy on uncomfortable questions today. Apparently they have realized the lack of the Y/N and the lack of Corpse talking about how great she was- they thought something happened like they broke up or she died or something. Corpse was too bothered by Y/N neglecting him to focus on what he was doing, so he ended early. He searched the house but couldn’t find Y/N, so he called her.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Corpse asked once she picked up after three rings.

“I’m with Kariya, Eris, and Morgan right now.” Y/N replied, “Aren’t you supposed to be streaming?”

“Mhm but I ended it early. When are you gonna get home?” Corpse asked. He internally sighed, wishing Y/N was here to spend time with him. He was worried- not that she was gone but because she hasn’t been wearing his clothes. None of his hoodies or shirts were gone. And he knew for a fact that she loved wearing his rose hoodie and his flanel out in public.

“Dunno. Probably an hour.” Y/N said, “I gotta go now, Kariya just got her nails done.”

“Oh.. ok bye. Lo-” He was cut off by the call ending. He frowned, was she ignoring him? Why? Did he do something wrong? Did she not love him anymore? He knew he was stressed but he’s not anymore. He decided to scroll through reddit and find some unsettling stories he could maybe read for his channel. He checked his email and saw many good stories that were worth reading for his channel. But soon, he got bored and sat back in his chair and let his mind wander off into the forest of his mind. He hoped for his mind to play in sunlit grass and smell the heather growing but no.. they just ended up wandering down into the undergrowth and crevasses, breathing in the cold musty scent of dirt and moss. He just thought of Y/N.. did he mess up the only relationship he was able to carry? He felt like a river going down into a raging waterfall. There was a stream of sadness that touched his skin like an icicle against his neck. He needed to see what was wrong with Y/N, he needed to know what he did wrong.

The minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like years. It was dark- very dark when Y/N returned home. When Y/N got home, Corpse perked up at the sound of the front door opening and the familiar pattern of Y/Ns footsteps. Corpse stood up and left his office, greeting Y/N by pulling her into a hug. “I missed you.”

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, hugging him for a second before walking to their bedroom. Corpse frowned, following her in. He watched as she took her sneakers off- but looked away as she changed her clothes. He sat on the bed ans sat down next to him.

“Y/N?” Corpse said, watching her face “Why have you been.. like... ignoring me?” Y/N looked at him, but said nothing. “You stopped giving me kisses, stopped wearing my clothes, and most importantly you stopped saying I love you. Whats going on?”

Y/N looked puzzled, looking at Corpse like he was delusional. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” then she got under the blankets and faced her back on Corpse, turning the lamp on her bedside table off.

Corpse frowned yet again, his face twisting into confusion. “What? What do you mean?” he asked, but got no answer, “Y/N? What do you mean?” He asked again to no prevail. “Y/N?” He asked, but this time waited a couple seconds. Then he sighed and gave up, getting under the covers and closing his eyes. Lets just say... he couldn’t sleep that night.

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Another day, another day with no cuddles, kisses, or cuteness. Corpse was getting tired, sad, and frustrated. That sentence never left his mind, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” What did she mean? What did Corpse do?

While Y/N was out Corpse decided to turn to his friends for help. Maybe they knew how to deal with it, they were always so nice and helpful. He hit Sykkuno up, saying

Corpse: Hey I need relationship advice...

Sykkuno answered rather quickly, making Corpse feel kinda special.

Sykkuno: Oh no what did you do?

Corpse: That's the thing idk

Sykkuno: Is Y/N acting strangely?

Corpse: Yeah shes been ignoring me

Corpse: Do you think she doesn’t love anymore?

Sykkuno: Y/N? Not loving Corpse? never heard of it.

Sykkuno: You probably said something that bothered her tbh

Corpse stared at his screen, then it hit him. All the shit he’s said to her... It all came back to him like an avalanche.

Corpse gasped, realizing all the things he said. He felt so much guilt, he did this to Y/N, this is why she hated him now. She had make things better between them, he had to fix things. But how? He didn’t even care to reply to Sykkuno as he googled ways to make a girl happy.

“Be physically and emotionally present.”

“Send her cute and meaningful texts.”

“Give her loving gifts.”

“Give her unexpected embraces.”

“Sit next to her.”

All of them were great, but didn’t help his case that much. He needed something cute and.. something Y/N will like. He sighed, sitting back in his chair and looking at his ceiling. He decided to try all of these and see which one will help. First, he texted her. Hopefully, she’ll reply.

Corpse🥀: Hey. I just wanna let you know how much I love you and cherish our time together. Every morning of mine gets brighter everytime I see you next to me. I don’t know what I would do without you here with me. <3

He watched the three dots bounce on his screen, but then disappear. He sighed in frustration. That didn’t work. Guess he needed to try plan B, give her an unexpected embrace. Yes, that should work! Right? Y/N loves when Corpse gives her embraces and hugs. It should be the key, right? He just had to wait.

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After what seemed like days, Y/N finally returned home. She was out with her friends again- just how she always is. He waited for her to settle down and relax. She changed into a cute sweater that gave her sweater paws- something Corpse adored about her. She relaxed and sighed, winding down before Corpse came up and gave her a nice warm embrace, engulfing her in his arms.

“Corpse-” Y/N gasped, moving her legs up a little, “I’m tired.”

Corpse was not giving up just now, no siree. He picked her up and brought her to the bed. “Then we will cuddle.” He said simply, setting her softly on the bed and wrapping her in a soft crochet blanket. He then in bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling Y/N into a big hug. Y/N didn’t respond, just letting it happen.

Y/N got a peaceful sleep throughout the night. Its the best sleep she actually got in a while- her sleep schedule has been whack. Maybe it was because the lack of giving affection to Corpse- but she wanted to keep him happy. But when Corpse wrapped his arms around her, she felt at home.

Y/N squirmed out of Corpses arms and walked to take a shower. She wanted to go out with her friends again today. They were planning to go to the mall and stop by at that new sushi place. It was going to be a fun day, it was gonna be exciting. After the shower Y/N dried herself and wrapped a towel around her. She looked in the shared closet she had with Corpse and that nice rose hoodie caught her eye. She went to reach for it, but pulled it back. She can’t wear that! Corpse doesn’t want her to. So she just went with a knitted yellowish brown sweater and dark brown pants. But then she felt the familiar the wetness in her pants. Period blood. Fuck. She quickly changed her underwear and ran to the bathroom, putting a pad on and pulling her thankfully unstained pants up. It was getting colder as Autumn neared so she put a cute scarf on and put her hair in a bun, finished her look off with brown healed boots and makeup. Then she left a note to Corpse saying

“I'm out with my friends again. Got my period so not really in the mood for anything but i'm fighting it :)”

Then Y/N left, leaving Corpse alone to sleep peacefully.

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When Corpse woke up that morning, he was saddened by the lack of Y/N next to him. He sighed, she must’ve went out again. Corpse decided that he would try one more thing. Just one. And he hoped this idea would work.

He drove to the park him and Y/N went to on their first date. They are both the laid back but romantic style people so this park was perfect. He already had a nice blanket with him and brought that rose hoodie that Y/N loved. There was this area cut off from the park that lead to a small opening in the woods. The opening showed a lake that had the sun setting in the distance. Corpse thought this would be the perfect place for him to apologize to Y/N. He can only hope she actually comes along..

He set everything up at the spit and decided to explore the area a little. It was still morning, he wanted her here at sunset. He walked around a little bit, following the trail that led a small playground. It had 2 swings, a slide, monkey bars, and a little house on the top. There were also benches and a set of rules that no one really listened to. There was a family there- it looked like a party. Grandma and grandpa, mother and father, kids, and what looked like cousins and aunts and uncles. Corpses anxiety and nervousness spiked, he looked sketchy. He had all black on with black nails and these weird silver rings on. He went and sat down on one of the benches and went on his phone, trying to direct his attention to whats going on there. He was asked to join an Among Us lobby, but he declined and said he had something planned.

After a long time of scrolling through his phone, cloud watching, and eavesdropping on peoples conversations, a women came up to him. She looked nice and asked “Hello, would you mind if you leave? You’re upsetting the kids here.”

Corpse sat up, he knew he would bother someone.. damnit. “Ah.. yeah yeah sorry for causing any disturbance.” he stood up and waved to the women, walking away and down the trail as casually as he can. The probably thought he was planning to kidnap one of the kids while no one was looking, but how could he? They have hidden cameras in the weirdest places here.

Corpse headed back to the spot, heading closer to the lake, picking a stone up and throwing it into the lake, making a small ‘droop’ sound as it hit the water. He began to throw many stones into the lake, waiting for 5pm to hit so they could watch the sunset at 6pm. Hopefully.

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5:40 came around and Corpse decided to text Y/N. He walked over the closest bench and texted her.

Corpse🥀: Meet me at the [insert park name] right now. Im sitting on a bench near the lake area.

Y/N💕: Ok?

Corpse sat back and waited, watching the clouds slowly drift by. He picked out pictures in the sky, one of them was a silhouette of two lovers kissing.. and the other was 2 lovers fading away. It just made him sad and uneasy, he was scared that Y/N wouldn’t wanna be with him anymore. He was scared that she would laugh at him and say that she found another guy that satisfied her so much more. He expected that that guy was big, tall, and muscular and was always up for sex and flavors, some guy who gave her everything she wanted, something he couldn’t.

But he smiled when he saw Y/N walk down the trail. He stood up, waving to her. She noticed him and walked over to him. “Hey Corpse. You wanted to see me here?”

“Uh yeah... follow me.” Corpse said, realizing her sounded very sketchy. he began to walk, relieved when he heard Y/Ns footsteps behind his. He led her to the spot, the sun was still up but was getting tired, just about ready to soak into the lake and let the moon guard the night.

Y/N looked around, the scene was beautiful. Flowers bloomed from crisp green grass and the lake flowed lighty. “Wow.. its beautiful here.” She made her way over and sat down on the soft blanket.

Corpse smiled and sat next to her, grabbing the hoodie he had and handing it to Y/N. She studied it for a second before taking it, smiling and holding it close to her chest.

“I.. just wanna apologize for neglecting you that. I was being an asshole.. and I.. I'm sorry for being so rude. Truth is, I miss your kisses, hugs, the way you wear my clothes, and the i love yous. I just want my girlfriend back.” Corpse sighed, not daring to look at her. “If you wanna break up and go off with another guy, I understand. I wouldn’t blame you.. who wants to hang out with Corpse Husband anyways?”

Y/N leaned forward, looking Corpse in the eyes, “Maybe Corpse Wife wants to hang out with Corpse Husband.” she smiled when Corpse looked up at her. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I thought you would be better off without me annoying you.”

Corpse hesitated, “I..” he dropped his head, “Stress fucking sucks, doesn’t it? So many people noticed your absence and are asking! Im just so- sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I forgive you. I love you more than anyone in the world, Corpse. You’re my big ol’ edge king and I love you for it.” Y/N lifted his head to give him a kiss on the lips.

It turned passionate and pleasant, it was a kiss full of love. It was like hot air blew around them, heating them up just the right ways. It was a kiss that was long overdue, a kiss that they both missed so so much.. and it was finally happening.

When they pulled away Corpse was smiling so happily and brightly. He hugged Y/N tightly and said “I love you so much Y/N.. I just love you more than life.”

Y/N smiled, melting into the sweet embrace. “I love you too Corpsie, I love you so much.”

Heh, talk about living happily ever after...

~The End~

#corpse husband #corpse x reader #relationship problems #neglect #angst #fluff #fanfiction #oneshot #request #happy ending

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years

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You remember that soft heat rut ask you got a while ago? I’td be SO great to see you write something like that with the construction boys, love me sum good soft smut

Oooh good point there anon, good point. Let's see what I can whip up 👍

Scrapper and Mix had been together for a long, long time. In that amount of time, Scrapper had come to notice how stuff changed. Sari got older, Arcee and Ratchet tied the knot, Bumblebee became a member of the elite guard, etc. One thing that didn't change? His Mixie.

"Aaand...done!"

Scrapper had just finished setting everything up. Their bed was nice and cozy, full of Mix's favorite pillows and blankets. Freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. Pair that with new, fresh towels, and even a basket full of his favorite snacks. Mix and Scrapper grew as bots, but heat cycles were something that never changed. Mix's was bound to hit at sometime today (Scrapper always marked it on the calender), so Scrapper was ready. He took today off from work, and had only JUST started to finish cleaning.

"I think I still have time."

Scrapper hopped into their showers, helping himself to a cleaning. He wasn’t sure if he had time for a nice hot wax like he wanted, but at least he got that soap Mix loved so much. He always liked cinnamon apple. He finished quickly, and was in the middle of drying himself off, when the doorbell rang. Scrapper put the towel on his head, and dashed for the door.

"Mixie! You're home! You were runnin' late, thought I had more time!"

Mix chuckled, lifting up the bag in his hand for Scrapper to see.

"I needed a drive to clear my head, then I decided to pick up somethin' for tonight."

Scrapper peeked into the bag, damn near giddy. Mix got not only oil, but the GOOD oil, stuff that wasn't at all cheap.

"Aw! Well don't you make me feel all special. Come here."

He held onto his cheeks, and smooched his lips. Mix's body couldn't help itself. He was already getting the heat symptoms; a bit more frisky than usual, a bit foggy in the head. It was why Scrapper didn't give him too hard of a time as he grabbed his aft, despite the fact that it made him jump.

"Scrappy-"

"Ah ah ah. You know the rules. Shower. I JUST cleaned, and ya still got cement on your servos."

"Thought you liked that."

"Not enough to wash everything, especially before we get started. Shower time, Mixie cakes."

He swiped the bag from his hand, winking at him ad he made his way into the kitchen. Mix looked at him longily, before he forced himself to hit the showers. Scrapper grabbed a bucket, poured some ice into it, and after grabbing some cups, walked back upstairs. He set the bucket down next to all the snacks, and he wasn't gonna lie, he was impressed with the set up.

"I think I outdid myself this time around. He better like it."

He double checked that he had everything, when Mix walked into the room, towel at his waist. He looked at the set up, lightly shaking his head.

"Ya maroon. You way overdid this shit again. I don't need all of dis."

"You hush. Come on you, get comfy."

Mix rolled his optics, before obeying, laying back and getting comfortable. Scrapper hopped into berth, and sat on top of him, holding onto one of his hands and looking it over.

"You were trying to do it in the shower again, weren't you?"

"...no."

Mix always hated the idea of needing someone to 'coddle' him. Its why every heat cycle, he tried to touch himself beforehand, and everytime it failed.

"Is that why you look so grumpy?"

"I ain't grumpy, I'm pissed."

Mix hated his heat cycle, he really did. Not just because he was super horny, that wasn't new. What was new, was the fact that he didn't want to throw Scrapper around or be choked. He wanted Scrapper to make his valve happy. And when Scrapper opened him up, seeing that soaked, puffy valve of his, he realized he had so much work to do. Scrapper pouted, slowly running his servo in between the folds. Mix wanted to talk, but he was reduced to whimpers when Scrapper covered his mouth. The pheromones from a bot in heat could make anyone horny, even the bot in question.

"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I always got you. I'm gonna take care of you, all night long. Your poor little valve."

Scrapper peeled his hand away, and leaned in to kiss him. Mix's lips were hungry, sinking into his kiss ravenously. Then Scrapper introduced a finger to his valve. Mix's hands gripped onto his shoulders, already putty in his hands. He kept his lips locked onto his, letting Mix swear against him as he continued to finger and massage his wet walls.

Then he overloaded. It was a quick one, one that made Mix's valve leak all over his hand. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning at Mix's flushed face. The first one was always quick, and not enough.

"You ready, Mixie cakes?"

"You act like this is the first time I've taken ya before."

"Well no, but I like making sure. You're SUPER sensitive right now, I'd hate to overwhelm you. You remember our first heat."

"You stuck your dick in my unlubed aft, rather than my valve. Yeah, I remember, you dumbshit."

Scrapper chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah...sorry about that. It's just why I'm careful now. I don't wanna hurt my big, precious mech again."

"Don't...say it like that."

"Aw, are you embarrassed? Is it because I talk to you in that voice? The one where I make you feel like a big baby? A big ol' baby who gets lots of kissy wissys?"

He held onto his face, decorating it in smooches, and Mix loved it. He squirmed in his arms, and his breath quickened considerably. Mix in heat was aroused by affection, and Scrapper was VERY equipped to handle his little kink. The little kisses to his face, the stupid baby talk, it left Mix shaking, whimpering on the spot.

"Scrappy, c-come on, been dealin' with this slag for like, a week. Stop teasin', PLEASE."

"Aw...you begging is cute, I don't wanna. But fine, I'm not mean, and I love you so so so much."

Scrapper gave his forehead a kiss, before opening his spike panel, and rubbing his spike against him. Mix ACTUALLY jumped up a bit, grip desperate as he held onto his arms. Scrapper chuckled, trying to not push himself in just yet, despite how tempted he was. His valve was hot, damn near steaming, and his spike wanted to make him feel better.

"Scraps-"

"You okay? You jumped on me, was that too fast?"

"No. N-no, I'm. I'm fine. I just. Fucking shit Scrappy just slide it in, PLEASE!"

There was no proper way to slide in, ultimately. Every single way was overstimulating. So long as it didn't hurt, Scrapper had to just settle for going on in. So, he did just that. He pushed himself inside his big, tight valve, and sat there. Mix's pedes thrashed under them, messing up the blankets below them. He didn't move. He was waiting for the sign, waiting for Mix to silently tell him it was okay.

Then Mix dig his servos into his back, and that was all he needed. He started to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow and soft like how he personally enjoyed, but quick, rough, enough to make the room filled with the sounds of metal and metal, and wet slams of a lengthy spike fucking a big valve. Mix was moaning under him, whining and swearing and begging for more and more. In between the soft, hungry kisses, Scrapper was just as putty in Mix's hands and vise versa.

"You're already close, Mixie."

"Shut...up. No I'm fucking not."

He was such a prideful liar. He nudged his face up, and peppered his neck in kisses, letting Mix whine in his arms.

"You don't gotta act all macho on me, bro. I'm here for you. I wanna make all that itch go away. I don't judge you for how quickly you overload. You're my big, manly mech, no matter what. Come on. Overload around me. I'll fill you up. You like it when you get filled. Go ahead. I'll give you as many many as you need after. Promise."

Mix still clung on to his overload, for just a moment, before he raked his servos down his hack, and overloading. Scrapper was forced to stay put as his valve tightened around him, squeezing the overload right out of him. They sat in each other's embrace, steam rolling out of their frames and condensation staining the sheets below them. Scrapper gave Mix a minute, before he pulled out of him, and sat down right next to his poor, exhausted Mixie.

"I hate you."

"You're just embarrassed. Here."

He smacked his face with his towel, helping himself to one as well. Mix grumbled like the sourpuss he was as he wiped himself down.

"Alright, alright. I am. Just...a bit. But you did good, and I mean that."

Scrapper grinned, reaching over to the basket of snacks. Little oil cakes, Mix's favorite, and peanut butter flavored, just how he liked them.

"I try. You deserve it."

"I...thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Oh its no problem, they're getting to be a pretty common flavors nowadays-"

"No. I mean...for this. All of this. You know this sucks, and you make it suck a little less."

Scrapper leaned in to kiss his forehead, before snuggling into him.

"Anythin' for you, bro."

They sat there, stuffing their faces full of shitty snacks, wrappers thrown onto the floor, to be dealt with later.

"Scraps?"

"Yeah?"

"We should totally fuck again."

"Its been five minutes."

"Your point?"

Scrapper rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

Things were going to get much more heated between them.

#asks #scrapper #mix #lemon #this was fun???#mixie deserves to be pampered and have his pussy pkayed with #and just #they both deserve each other tbh

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Fireworks [Max Phillips x Reader]

Summary: When your boss, Max Phillips, asks you to work late on New Year's Eve, you're infuriated. However, you don't realise what his true intentions are.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mutual pining, colleagues-to-lovers, mention of drink, mention of family, cursing.

Author's note: This is my second time writing for Max Phillips and I have to admit, it was slightly out of my comfort zone but I hope you enjoy it none the less!

Masterlist

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For @66wookies

Kiki, it was such a pleasure to write this. After this intense year and the anticipating lead up to 2021, I thought now was a perfect time to share this fic with you. I truly hope you enjoy this fic and had a wonderful festive season. With love,

Your Secret Santa (Rach) Xx.

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You hated him. Okay, maybe that was a slight over statement, but you weren't exactly pleased with your boss. It was New Year's Eve and you had plans to spend time with your family like you did every year. You'd go to the beach and watch the firework display before heading back home and getting cozy on the sofa, nursing a mug of your favourite hot beverage and watching the countdown on live television. It was simple, but it was your tradition, and it was important to you.

You had to drop by the office during the break between Christmas and New Year's to drop off a sales project you'd been working on for the past month. Proud of the results, you slipped it on your boss' desk and turned around to leave when a large hand dropped down to the small of your back, stopping you in your footsteps. Your whole body stiffened up and you swallowed the lump that had appeared in your throat. You knew it was your boss, because there was just something so distinct about the aura Max Phillips gave off.

He called your name and you took a deep breath, turning around to face him. His hand slipped from you and he smiled politely.

"I need you to stop by on New Year's Eve… work late." Max said matter-of-factly like you couldn't even question it. You stood there completely dumbfounded, your eyes turning comically wide in disbelief when you saw him spin around and walk into his office. You hurried after him.

"I can't do that," you replied with a small, incredulous scoff, like his suggestion was ridiculous. "I booked in to take a holiday for New Year's Eve months ago. I have plans."

"Plans change," Max sighed, sliding into his chair and casually slipping his feet up on his office desk, crossing over his ankles and folding his arms against his chest. "You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took this job. You knew that you must make your position here a priority."

He was right. You hated that he was right.

"But I have plans!" you repeated in protest, perhaps a little too loudly. Max looked up from the paperwork you handed in and stared at you with a quirked eyebrow. Something about the look on his face made you infuriated. It was like he failed to understand how much this has upset you. "Can't you ask Evan? Or Amanda? Or hell, even Tim?"

"Now, no need to get upset," Max hummed, his tone as condescending as ever. "If I wanted Evan or Amanda or Tim I would've asked them. But I want you."

You were angry. So angry you felt your cheeks burn up with rage. But there was something so personal about Max specifically selecting you. You didn't understand it— truth be told, you were just as qualified as everyone else in the office. You always felt like you didn't particularly stand out from a crowd, but clearly, in this circumstance, you had stood out to Max. In fact, you had stood out the moment Max hired you.

He shouldn't have done it, but it wasn't his fault. When you walked into his office for the first time, bright eyed and prepared for your interview, he found you completely and utterly alluring. You were smiley, perky, and gave all the right answers. Even if you had given the wrong answers, the chances were that Max would've still hired you. He figured he could get used to your irresistible good looks by seeing you every day, but he hadn't really. It had been months and he hadn't gotten over you.

Max was no monster. In the moment, you were filled with blinded rage and you were certain he must've had a heart made of stone— but actually, that wasn't true at all. In fact, you couldn't have been more wrong. After you had stormed out of his office, Max was left alone. He swung his feet off the table, immediately ridding himself of that cocky persona he always displayed, and began to nervously pick at his fingernails. He did feel bad. He did feel selfish. But if he didn’t do this now, he felt like I would simply explode. And that would be messy.

He’d admired you from day one. He loved your charm, and the way you’d waltz into the office every morning and brighten up the room. No one else noticed, but Max certainly did. He tried dumb little ways to win your affection, like bringing you a coffee on his lunch break or the bouquet of red roses on your birthday, but you never took the hint.

Maybe you hadn’t taken the hint that he liked you because you were too busy yearning over him yourself! You were smitten with Max. Who wouldn’t be? On the exterior, he was cool and collected, smug and suave. He wore these perfectly pressed designer suits and had the most beautiful chocolate brown hair. You swore you always caught his eyes sparkling, even under the dull, artificial office lighting. He was your dream man, but he also happened to be a man you never would’ve imagined ending up with. He had such a big and boisterous personality, and his job was literally his lifestyle. He was so career oriented whereas you were more focused on spending time with your family. Maybe that’s why this hurt you so much.

You laid on your bed, staring at your wall clock as it ticked by with every second. You had to be at the office in half an hour. If it was up to you, you would’ve been at the firework display doting one of your sleek, little black dresses. You huffed out your cheeks, mourning the New Years Eve you could’ve had. But that was when the realization hit you. You looked down at your comfy slacks and sweater and decided that you weren’t going to let Max Phillips ruin your evening. You could still have a good time, even if your plans had changed. You got up, walked over to your closet and picked out the outfit you had planned on wearing tonight.

You slipped into the dress, fastened your heels and grabbed your favourite jacket, pulling it over your body for warmth. Knowing the roads would be busy, you didn’t want the stress of driving, so you called a cab. As you waited outside for your taxi, your feet became submerged in the thick, fluffy white snow and your breathing became jittery from the cold. You almost regretted wearing the short dress but knew once you entered the office, the heat would engulf you and it would be so worth it.

You were right, too. When you had finally arrived at work, you noted that Max had left the heating on for you. You supposed that had been thoughtful of him, all things considered. The front door got stuck, as it always did. You groaned, trying to get it to budge open and took a mental note. You'd have to text Frank in the morning and remind him to get the stupid lock fixed before something bad happens. The lobby was dark but you did notice the small amber light illuminating Max’s private office at the end of the room. You walked down the deserted office space, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you approached the very end. You knocked on his door, which already stood slightly ajar and waited for Max to call you in. After a brief silence, you finally heard Max’s voice.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, but as always, you didn’t even notice. You always failed to recognise the signs that Max was indeed completely enamoured with you. His lips parted slightly in awe and his eyes widened as you slipped out of your jacket and hung it on the coat peg. Max drunk in your appearance like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; he even felt something begin to stir in his lower abdomen. It was a sensational feeling. He couldn’t tear his gaze from you as he admired the way your dress hugged your body and accentuated you in all the right places. You were even wearing that beautiful shade of red lipstick, the same one you had worn at the annual Christmas party. The same one that Max had specifically mentioned he adored so much. That colour suited you so well, it drove him crazy.

"You… you look exquisite," he gulped nervously, feeling himself begin to fluster up. "I didn't realise we were making it formal."

"You always wear your suits," you pointed out. "I figured I could dress up too. I bought this dress specifically for my plans tonight and well, I didn't want it to go to waste,"

Max didn't reply, he was still too busy raking in your appearance. The prolonged silence irritated you slightly and you released a sigh that you didn't even realise you were holding back. "Max, if you don't mind me asking, why am I here?" you quizzed.

"Oh, right," Max replied, an air of apology in his voice. He pointed at the chair that was located on the other side of his desk. "Sit."

You obeyed his instruction, gently sliding into the plush leather seat and crossing your legs. You literally took his breath away. He was going to do it, he was finally going to admit his feelings to you, but he couldn't help but notice the scowl that played across your lips. You looked genuinely pissed off with him. So much so that he figured maybe now wasn't the best time after all.

"What is it?" you raised your eyebrows, waiting for the acting sales manager to say something— anything.

"I-" Max started but he really couldn't bring myself to continue. He just couldn't do it. It would be humiliating for him, and there was no way you'd even feel the same way. His whole idea was a joke and he couldn't have been any less thrilled. "Doesn't matter. Sorry for calling you here tonight. Go be with your family." He told you, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor sadly.

You knotted your eyebrows together. "I'm sorry? What?" you gritted out. You weren't as much angry as you were confused.

"Yeah," Max muttered, pointing aimlessly at the door. You blinked profusely. "Sorry." he mumbled again. This was really embarrassing for him. Max Phillips didn't let this kind of shit happen. Max Phillips wasn't the kind of guy to fall in love with his employees— but you had him wrapped around your little finger and didn't even know about it.

"Don't you have family to be with?" you asked your boss hesitantly. Come to think of it, you had never heard Max talk about his family. All you knew about his personal life was that he was excluded from university and ended up finishing his Business Management degree in some quaint and rather illegitimate sounding Romanian college. Max shook his head 'no' and you opted not to prod him any further about it. "Well, I appreciate you letting me leave. But it's no fun staying cooped up in here all night. You're more than welcome to join me and my relatives at the firework display."

Were you mildly annoyed that Max had brought you to his office on New Year's Eve for no evident reason? Yes. But were you also ecstatic that he was allowing you to leave and see your family? Absolutely. You weren't going to deny him, and you were afraid that if you questioned him any further he might change his mind.

Max's eyes lit up at your suggestion. "Wait, really?" He asked, already grabbing his coat and pulling it over his shoulders. "I can drive." His enthusiasm reminded you of the very reason you had fallen for him in the first place.

You giggled. "Of course! Mind, my family can be quite...intense." you warned. Max shut the light and the both of you walked down the empty office to the front door where you tried to open it. But, it wouldn't budge. It was stuck. Your movements became erratic as you tried to yank it open, your fingers clenched tightly around the handle. "Um, it won't open." you said hesitantly, beginning to panic and use all your upper body strength to try and push the lock back. You had remembered the door had been on its last legs for quite some time now… but of course it would only be your luck for it to finally give way on New Year's Eve.

"Let me try." You stepped back and watched as Max jiggled the lock a little. He looked up and down at the door, trying to gauge its sturdiness before slamming his full body into the wooden frame and breaking it down. You screamed, your eyes going comically wide as the door shattered into a million splintered pieces. Max brushed his fitted suit down like nothing had even happened.

"What the-" you gasped, your voice turning incredulously high pitched. "How did you do that?"

"Uh, just a simple shift of weight," Max said, analysing the damage done.

"Gosh, it's like you have super strength or something." you started pointedly at the mess on the floor, your gaze flicking between the rubble and your boss who was just waiting for you to follow him outside.

"...or something," he muttered when you eventually stepped over the mess and walked with him to the parking lot. Max Phillips was not your ordinary guy by any means. He'd love for you to one day learn the truth about him, but for now he'd have to tackle one step at a time and all he could think about was the possibility of finally admitting his feelings to you.

You slid into the passenger's seat of Max's car and he followed behind you. As he turned on the exhaust, you pulled down the interior mirror and padded out the little snowflakes which had fluttered into your hair. As you fixed your appearance, you noticed Max was staring at you from the corner of his eye, trying to be discreet. He waited until you had finished before he started to drive.

The drive was filled with a comfortable silence, the car radio quietly humming in the background as you glanced outside, unable to contain your smile. There was just something so beautiful about this time of year. You loved seeing the way the ground was lapped with snow and the trees which stood tall and bare. It was magical.

Max finally pulled up as close to the firework display as he could get— although it was still around a ten minute walk away. You both slid out of the car, immediately shivering as the cold winter air once again hit you. "Definitely wasn't planning on doing this tonight," Max admitted with a light chuckle.

"You know? Me neither," You laughed back. "Otherwise I would've brought my gloves."

Truthfully, Max didn't feel the cold. There was something about him… it was like he was always cold and so the winter air didn't bother him as much as it would bother anyone else. Max slipped his hand into yours, his fingers curling around yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. You felt your heart rate increase speed under his touch and you looked up at him with confused, glazed eyes.

"Transferring just a little body heat," he explained, but cursed himself as soon as the words left his lips. Who speaks like that? Could he not have just admitted that he's been wanting to hold your hand for what feels like forever? You nodded unknowingly and shot him an adorable grin.

You both walked through the thick snow, hand in hand, and Max paid extra care to make sure you wouldn't slip over on the black ice. Those heels you were wearing looked like a nightmare to walk in. He had your back, and for the first time in forever, you genuinely felt protected.

You spotted your family immediately once you arrived at the display, smiling and shouting them over. Max nervously followed behind you, his hands in his coat pockets. "Hey, I thought you couldn't make it." your mom grinned, pulling you into a comforting hug.

"Well we figured something out," you laughed. "This is my boss by the way, Max Phillips."

Your family and Max exchanged pleasantries as you waited for the display to start. "I'm going to get some hot cocoa from the vendor over there," Max announced. "Does anyone want anything?"

Your family said no but you asked him politely for a cup of your favourite hot beverage. "So," your mother cooed. "What's the deal with you two?"

"What do you mean?" you asked with a quirked eyebrow, but you knew what her tone suggested.

"Are you kidding? I see the way he looks at you!" Your mom explained and you felt a flush of heat swamp across your cheeks.

"I really don't think he feels that way about me," you scoffed and your mother emitted a small hum. "We're just friends and uh… colleagues."

Max came back and handed you your hot drink. You hummed in delight as you nursed the cup, the heat warming your hands and the smell enticing you.

The firework display began, bolts of pretty colours shooting up into the air and exploding into magic. You leaned your head into the crook of Max's shoulder as you both watched the night sky explode into colour. It was awe-inspiring.

Your mother tapped you on the shoulder, interrupting your moment. "The kids are cold," she explained. "I think we're going to head home early and watch the countdown to midnight on the television. You and Max are more than welcome to join us."

You turned to Max, wanting to know what he thought. He dropped a hand to your wrist. "Uh actually, could we have a moment of privacy?" he raised an eyebrow and you hesitantly nodded your head. Your mother smiled understandingly and waved you both goodbye.

"So," you hummed, gently rocking backwards and forwards, a slight awkwardness in your body language.

"I've never actually seen fireworks in real life before." Max admitted.

"Really?" you felt your eyes widen in surprise and Max nodded. "You know Max, I've always thought you were like an enigma. Mystery man. There's so much I don't know about you, but then sometimes, you come out with the most random things."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Max asked.

You thought for a second. "I want to know why you invited me to your office on New Year's Eve, only to let me go home after all. I don't understand. I finished the sales project, done all the work you asked of me…"

Max sighed, cutting you off. "I know," he said. "It wasn't for a work thing…"

You furrowed your eyebrows together in bewilderment, waiting for him to continue. "Countdown to midnight in one minute!" the announcer yelled and everyone around you screamed.

"The truth is, I had to tell you something. Something I've been keeping to myself for a long time," Max began to explain. He felt himself getting nervous but he knew he had to do his best to shake off the anxiety. Now was a good of a time as any. "I like you," he admitted. "A lot. And I've liked you for a long time. And I'm not sure if you feel the same way but these feelings have been eating me up for what feels like an eternity… I never thought a man like me could fall in love but I'm pretty sure… I'm pretty sure I could be falling right now."

You were in complete disbelief. Your boss was admitting he had feelings for you this whole time?

"I invited you to my office because I wanted to tell you, but when I saw how upset you were with me… it put me off," Max sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. If it does, just let me know and we can forget all about it."

He was rambling on, he hadn't even noticed the countdown beginning.

10, 9, 8…

"But I don't want to forget. I want to go into this new year with you knowing exactly how I feel. I'd love to go into the new year with you by my side because shit… I've imagined it for so long,"

7, 6, 5…

"I'm not a perfect guy, in fact, there's a lot you need to know about me. But if you just give me one chance… I promise I won't mess it up,"

4, 3, 2…

"Please."

The crowds erupted into chaos as the final batch of fireworks exploded into the night sky. "Happy new year!" People cheered and screamed excitedly. You pressed your lips against Max's, unable to contain your smile. Your action took him by surprise. After a slight stumble backwards, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his palms on the small of your back.

"Happy new year," you mumbled against his lips.

"Happy new year," he replied, affectionately nudging the curve of his nose against yours.

"I love you too." And with your confession, Max pulled you into another, deeper and more passionate kiss. You knew in that moment you'd be in for a great year ahead.

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theladyofdeath · 3 years

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The Perfect Gift {Rowaelin}

Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous.

This has been a hard Christmas for everyone, @snelbz and I included, so I apologize for my lack of posts. In years past, Christmas fics have been my favorite to write and post, but this year...I lacked any Christmas spirit, whatsoever. However, as that has been the case for many of us, hopefully these last few holiday fics will give you a little boost of holiday spirit. (;

Written with Shelb, of course.

Rowan got the same gift for Christmas every year: working overtime from the week before Christmas until after the New Year.

It left him exhausted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as he pulled onto his street. He longed for his apartment, even if he wasn’t sure if he was going to the fridge for a beer or heading straight to bed.

It had been one of those days.

It didn’t help that he had to drive slower, being extra cautious, because of the heavy snowfall.

He parked in the lot, thankful that there was a spot near the staircase and as he brought the car to a stop, he dragged a hand down his face.

Thankfully, he’d be off tomorrow and would celebrate the holiday with his friends. Before turning right back around to be at work the day after Christmas.

With a yawn, Rowan pulled himself from the car and trudged up the stairs towards his apartment. As he approached, however, he realized he could hear festive music playing from within and he looked up to find a large, and very glittery, wreath hanging on his front door.

He reached for the knob and found it unlocked, which it certainly hadn’t been when he’d left for work this morning.

He slowly pushed it open, and froze.

Aelin Galathynius was up on a stepstool, reaching up high to place a star on the top of a Christmas tree.

It wasn’t his Christmas tree.

Rowan didn’t have a Christmas tree.

Rowan had zero Christmas decorations, had nothing that resembled the holiday whatsoever.

Aelin, as she shook her Christmas-pajama-ed ass to the obnoxiously loud Christmas music streaming through his bluetooth speaker, apparently disapproved of that fact.

Rowan cleared his throat, and loudly shut the front door behind him.

She yelped and nearly dropped the sparkling tree topper, but righted herself and turned around to look at him. “Oh. Hey.”

Rowan had to fight off another yawn threatening to take over, but he felt a small delight in unexpectedly seeing his best friend. “What are you doing, Ace?”

“You’re off early,” she said, ignoring his way question and hopping off the stool. She carefully placed the star on the coffee table, which looked like a tiny snowman village. “You don’t usually get off work until, like, ten on Christmas Eve.”

“Lorcan sent me home, said I’d been working too many hours,” he said, leaning against the back of his door.

“Great,” she said, grinning. “Here, go put these on.” She held out a pair of pajama pants, that were identical to the pair she wore.

He blinked at the red and green Christmas trees displayed across the gray, fleece fabric. “Are we really doing this?”

Her mischievous grin deepened. “Oh, most definitely.”

He shook his head, slowly. “You know, I planned on coming home, taking it easy, going to bed early…” He trailed off, taking the pajama bottoms from Aelin, once she shoved them into his chest.

“On Christmas Eve?” Aelin asked, one golden brow raised. She grabbed her phone off the side table and turned the volume down, just a little bit, as some classic, cheesy song played in the background. “You can take it easy, but we’re going to be festive, damn it.”

He sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to win the current argument, and made his way back towards his bedroom. Decorations lined all of the walls and there was some sort of lit up knickknack or garland sitting on every surface of the apartment. He paused and turned back to look at her. “How long have you been here?”

Glancing down at her watch, she said, “I got off work at two-thirty today, like a normal person, so…” She shrugged.

“So two-thirty, then?” He asked, starting his walk back to his room again.

Aelin laughed. “Pretty much.”

Rowan just shook his head as he stumbled into his bedroom. The moment he closed his bedroom door, he stared lovingly at his bed.

His perfect bed.

So comfy, so warm.

With another wide yawn, he kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and slipped on the pajama pants.

He hated to admit just how soft and cozy they really were.

And it didn’t make him want to not climb into bed any less.

By the time he made it back into the living room, Aelin had forgotten about putting the star on top of the tree and was pulling a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven.

“You need a life,” Rowan announced. “This is…”

“Amazing?” Aelin supplied.

Rowan chuckled. “A bit much.”

She smiled, setting the tray down on the stovetop. “We only get one Christmas a year. Why not make it count?”

He rolled his eyes and turned, finding a festive movie menu on his television, with a pile of blankets on his couch, two mugs of hot chocolate and decorated cookies on the coffee table. He looked back into his room and wondered how he hadn’t noticed his comforter missing from his bed.

“Oh no,” he said, letting his head fall into his hand.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin said, smirking as she moved past him and flopped onto the couch.

“Christmas movies are cheesy,” Rowan muttered.

“Not all of them,” Aelin protested, crossing her arms.

“Yes, all of them, every single one,” he argued.

“You're such a Scrooge,” she teased, picking up her mug of hot chocolate. When she pulled the mug away, she had a thick, whipped cream mustache.

Rowan couldn’t help his laugh as Aelin’s eyes narrowed. She quickly sucked in her top lip and licked it off, a gesture that made Rowan’s laughter quickly fade.

Rowan and Aelin had been best friends their entire lives. They'd been there for each other through every high and low of their lives, whether that was Aelin graduating top of her class from the University of Terrasen or Rowan’s father leaving just shy of his fourteenth birthday.

Rowan had been in love with her for years.

She had no idea.

“Stop looking at me, asshole,” Aelin muttered, taking another sip from her mug.

Rowan cleared his throat and shook off the moment with a sneaky grin. “If only I had my camera. That would’ve made good future blackmail.”

Aelin rolled. “No need to save blackmail, you already scare every guy I meet away with your looming height and endless broodiness.”

Rowan chuckled. If only she knew. “Alright, Ace. What horrid movie are you forcing me to sit through?”

“A childhood classic,” she said, and pressed play, letting the sound of The Grinch fill the room.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and sat next to her on the couch. “You better be happy Jim Carrey is my favorite actor.”

“Is he?” She asked, with mock surprise. “I had no idea.”

Rowan grabbed a cookie from the plate and bit Santa’s head off. It seemed the best response to Aelin’s sarcasm.

The movie started — Rowan detested movies that spoke in rhyme — and the two settled in to watch. After only a couple of minutes, Rowan was yawning.

“You better not fall asleep,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him.

“So bossy,” he said, leaning forward to grab his hot chocolate. He put the mug to his lips and drank. Pausing the movie, he looked over at her. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“You’re asking me if there’s alcohol in it?” Aelin asked, shooting him a grin.

“Of course there is,” he muttered, taking a sip. He could taste a slight hint of rumchata through the cocoa and extensive whipped cream.

Aelin was good at a lot of things.

At the top of the list was a solid mug of hot cocoa.

The titles played, and The Grinch began.

Rowan used to love that movie, back before his father left and Christmas still felt like Christmas.

Aelin had had a hard childhood, too, and Rowan envied her for still loving Christmas. After all those years, she still adored the holiday. Still adored the magic of the day.

Rowan had a much more difficult time getting into the holiday spirit.

That could have been why he chugged the hot chocolate and Aelin was up getting seconds for them both before the titular character was even on screen. That pattern held until an hour later, when Aelin was grabbing a bottle of whiskey out of the freezer, the Rumchata long gone and Rowan was hollering from the living room, voice beginning to slur, “Like, if he doesn’t like Christmas, why doesn’t he just move? I’m sure there’s a community of people somewhere who hate Christmas just as much as he does.” Aelin sniggered as she set down the bottle, but he went on. “And for that fact, the Who’s just need to let the damn man live his life. He’s not hurting anyone up on his mountain.”

“He kind of is,” Aelin argued, closing the fridge and heading back to the living room. “I mean, he scares everyone and makes people miserable on purpose.”

“Yeah, because everyone’s so damn judgmental,” Rowan said, his head falling back against the couch cushions.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you love the Grinch so much,” Aelin grinned, falling onto the couch next to him. “Save for being green, you’re practically the same person.”

“Not true,” Rowan scoffed. “I would never wear the outfit of a German yodeler.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “First of all, it’s called a lederhosen. Secondly, you’re so full of shit.”

Rowan was unable to control his grin.

“I could see you in lederhosen, by the way,” Aelin continued, sipping from her mug. Rowan followed her lead, the warm sensation of whiskey trailing down his throat.

“I don’t think it’s my style,” he snorted, propping one of his feet onto the coffee table.

“You’d rather wear the table cloth?” Aelin asked, giggling quietly.

“I think that’s more of your style,” he chuckled, tossing back the rest of his mug.

Aelin cocked her head and looked over at him. “Topless, huh? You think that’s my look?”

Rowan began to backpedal. “No, I mean- I just meant it was a skirt.”

Aelin began to howl, Rowan’s cheeks bright red.

“You’re something else, Whitethorn, you know that?” Aelin asked, downing the liquor in her mug.

“In a good way?” Rowan asked.

Aelin looked at him through his side eye and remained silent as she tossed an arm around Rowan’s shoulder. “You’re an interesting man, you know that?”

The alcohol he’d consumed, coupled with the scent of her around him was nearly too much and he was unable to stop his hand from resting on her thigh. “Interesting, huh? Is that a good interesting or a bad interesting?”

Aelin’s own cheeks darkened, but her fingers began to draw small circles into his shoulder. “Good interesting. You’re never boring.”

She lifted her arm off his shoulder, but was glad when his hand didn’t leave her thigh.

“I’ll take interesting,” he went on, even if all he could think about was his hand. His hand that rested on her thigh. Her thigh, which was warm and unmoving. “As long as it’s a compliment.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side, and golden strands fell into her face. “And what do you think of me? Am I interesting?”

“You’re…” His words trailed off as he turned his head to the side and looked into her eyes. Those turquoise and gold eyes that made his knees weak and his heart ache and made him feel like his chest was going to burst. “...dangerous.”

Aelin took a sip of her whiskey, licking the last sip off her lips. “How am I dangerous?”

“First of all, you have no filter,” Rowan said, unable to hide his smile. “You say whatever is on your mind without the consequences.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Aelin asked, brow raised, still fully aware of Rowan’s hand on her thigh.

“I say it has both its good and bad qualities,” Rowan followed.

Aelin laughed, quietly, then said, “And what else makes me so dangerous?”

“Exactly what you’re doing right now,” he said, taking a deep breath, regretting it immediately when he realized how close to Aelin he was. The smell of her spice and vanilla perfume him and if he would have been standing, he would have fallen to his knees. “You have to have the last word. It’s impossible to win an argument with you.”

“Some people would call that tenacity,” she said, bringing her legs up and tucking them beneath her.

Rowan’s fingers squeezed gently. “Most people would call that stubborn.”

Aelin tossed her head back and laughed and Rowan was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

As soon as his lips left her skin and he’d realized what he’d done, his eyes went wide.

Aelin only hesitated for a moment before lifting a beautifully sculpted brow. “What was that for?”

“There has to be a reason?” He meant for it to come out as a snarky remark, to match her tone, but it came out nothing more than a whisper.

Aelin slowly shook her head. “No, there doesn’t have to be a reason.”

Rowan took a moment to try and figure out what that statement meant. Was it an invitation? Something cordial to let him know that kissing her cheek was okay? Did it mean that she wanted something more?

The two fell back into silence and as the movie played, Rowan continued to ponder Aelin’s reaction to his kiss. He was just about to clear his throat and apologize when lithe fingers and manicured nails finger-combed through his hair.

He nearly purred.

Rowan leaned into her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Aelin move closer as well. He didn’t want to do anything to stop her, didn't want to say anything that would result in her stopping the way she was lightly scratching at his scalp, but he also wasn’t completely positive he wasn’t dreaming.

A thousand emotions rushed him, lust nearing the top of the list. He tried not to let it show, but was certain he was failing as his eyes fluttered shut one more time.

“Feel good?” She breathed.

He made a contented noise, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and settled deeper into the cushions. With a breathy chuckle, she ran her fingers through the front and brushed the stray strands out of his face. He cracked one of his eyes open and looked at her through a heavy lid.

With his pine green gaze on her, Aelin’s cheeks heated. “What?”

He gently shook his head, but continued looking at her, taking her in. “What's on your mind?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” he said, with a grin.

“Nothing important,” she corrected, her fingers still working their magic.

Rowan watched her for a second before repeating, “Liar.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” She asked, turning the tables on him.

He was quiet for a minute more before he admitted, “I was thinking about how different my night is going than I planned.”

She asked, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “See, I was planning on coming home, downing a beer or two, and passing out.” The smirk he tried to hide broke through. “Instead I find you, dancing around my house, baking cookies and just being all around cheery.”

“Are you complaining?” Aelin asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m the luckiest guy in Orynth.”

She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “You're full of shit.”

“No, I’m not,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “I mean it.”

Aelin couldn’t hide the smile that grew on her face and when she turned to Rowan, she found a similar smile on his own. The hand in his hair drifted down, a thumb brushing over his cheekbone

“Can I kiss you?” Rowan asked, not letting himself think of the irreparable damage he could be doing on their friendship.

With a smirk, Aelin said, “I thought you already did.”

Rowan hesitated before letting out a breathy laugh. “Well, then can I kiss you agai-.”

Before he could finish, Aelin had leaned toward him, and put her lips on his.

That hand on her though tightened and her other hand framed the side of his face, and Rowan Whitethorn forgot how to breathe as he kissed Aelin.

When they finally pulled apart, both beaming at each other, Rowan wrapped an arm around her and they settled onto the couch.

“I hope you have a pretty good present for me tomorrow,” Aelin said with a grin.

Rowan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t bother to tell her that no present would ever compare to this night, she was present enough.

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talesofesther · 4 years

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Anchor - Part 2

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist with the other parts

See part one for important notes

A/N: since so many people liked the first part, I'm posting part two a little earlier ♥. Also, I'm sorry that this chapter is a little bit smaller than the first one, but I wanted it to end where it did. If you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know.

"Jesus, who designed this fucking house?" Y/N muttered to herself.

She has been walking around the mansion for the past ten minutes or so, but it seemed a lot more than that. After their little breakfast reunion Klaus took Y/N to his room where he was insistent he wanted to learn how to knit, she presumed it was to keep his mind busy. She intended to leave the house because honestly, she felt like she was intruding. But if Klaus's begging was anything to go by, she was forced to stay.

And right now Y/N's after a bathroom. Klaus did offer to show her where it was, but she assumed the big house was filled with them so of course, she said "I can handle it".

She couldn't.

And for her luck, after turning what felt like the 100th corner, she bumped into someone.

"Oh god I'm so sorry" after Y/N backed away from the person she just collided with, she looked up to see a not so amused Five looking down at her.

The boy just adjusted his clothes, took a deep breath, and muttered "it's alright".

Ever since Y/N was a little girl, she was observant. She might be quiet sometimes, but she was always aware of the little things going on around her. And when Five clutched his side a little uncomfortably, she didn't fail to notice.

"Are you hurt? Is everything okay?" The girl's voice was timid but somehow demanding. And for the first time, she eyed Five up and down without an ounce of nervousness.

Five looked down at his side and then back up at the girl, he couldn't understand why her eyes showed genuine concern. For a stranger, for him.

"It's nothing. What are you looking for?" His voice was as serious as it was this morning, if not more. His eyes remaining on her.

Y/N let out a huff of air "a bathroom, I think I passed through every room in this house twice but I couldn't find one".

That made a tiny smirk appear on the boy's face, he was so used to this house that he forgot how it could be a literal maze for strangers. "Just go down this hallway, turn left and then enter the first door to your right. You'll get there"

Five was definitely not expecting the bright smile that appeared in Y/N's face when she said "Thank you". It made him gulp and avert his gaze from her eyes. The weird feeling in his stomach was back.

"No problem" he tucked his hands on the pockets of his shorts, his mouth forming a thin line and he only looked at her again when she walked past him to go down the hallway. As he watched her retreating figure he shook his head and told himself to snap out of it. Someone as tainted as him, shouldn't even deserve to be friends with someone like her, let alone...

He stopped his own dangerous thoughts.

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It's been a while that Y/N was once again chilling with Klaus in his room, they were both sitting in his comfy bed, sometimes they would talk but it was mostly a comfortable silence. Besides the fact that his room was a bit of a mess, it was actually very cozy, Y/N particularly liked the Christmas lights hanging around his walls. They made her happy.

But a sudden knock made her raise her head towards the door.

"Get up you two, we're going" Five walked in, seemingly agitated. Y/N furrowed her brows.

"Where?" Klaus stopped messing with his wool ball and glanced up at Five as well.

"Save the world"

"Oh is that all? Great" Klaus's comment made Y/N chuckle, she adored this man. Five shot a glance at her and in less than a minute they were already heading out.

But just outside Klaus's room, they ran into a man running inside another one of the rooms. Y/N was about to say something but Five beat her to it.

"Where have you been?"

"Jail, long story. Where's Luther?" The man answered and Y/N made a face that could only be read as 'what the fuck'. Honestly, this family has no limit.

"Haven't seen him since breakfast" Five answered him like this was just another normal day. And just now Y/N noticed he was standing right beside her.

The man finally came out of his room, putting on some kind of vest. "Shit, Allison is in danger". Just then he noticed the girl between Five and Klaus, looking at her with a questioning look.

Y/N noticed. "I'm- I'm Y/N"

"She's my friend, new addition to our little team" Klaus said as a matter of fact.

"Huh, I'm Diego" he didn't seem to mind her all that much, none of them did actually. For the most part, she was glad.

"So you- you know..." Diego asked while he did the last buttons of his vest.

Y/N let a small smirk appear on her face. "Everything, basically. I had a... A very insightful night with Klaus, about the end of the world apparently" she finished for him.

Five gave a side look at the girl. He was still figuring out if he was happy, upset, or sad that she got involved in all of this.

Next thing Y/N knew she was inside a car, apparently going after Luther. They found him in a bar, and just by seeing him sitting there all alone feeling sorry for himself, the girl almost felt sad herself.

Diego insisted on talking with the big guy alone, so the trio walked back and leaned on some tables. While they were walking Y/N couldn't help but notice that Five was limping, a lot. So she leaned a bit closer to him and asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Five felt her inching closer to him, he could almost feel her body heat on his own skin. It made him shiver, made his heartbeat just a little bit faster, his body was tense and for the first time in years he was afraid his voice would betray him. Why does she worry so much? What is happening to him?

"I already told you I am fine" that came out probably more harsh than he intended to, but he had to stop whatever it was that she was doing with him.

"Okay, I was just worried" she answered, putting more distance between them than there was before.

Five wanted to ask why, but he held himself back.

Not long after, Luther was rushing out of the bar, almost breaking the door in the process.

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They were all once again in the car, this time Y/N was in the front seat while Five drove and the other three siblings sat very close to each other in the back. Luther looked like he was too big for everything.

Y/N's gaze was focused on the passing landscape outside of the window almost the entire drive. She was almost sure Five didn't like her, not one bit. Or at the very least he was annoyed by her presence. She was just trying to be nice, and in her defense, she was genuinely concerned about his well-being. The guy was limping, what was she supposed to do? At least ask if he's okay right?

The girl rubbed her eyes and forced a stop to her thoughts, it wasn't worth it. She knew nothing about any of them, and it was probably better to stay that way.

"Can you go any faster?" Luther's voice caught her attention, but she didn't turn her head.

"Ask me again and I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter" this boy was definitely something else.

_________

It wasn't long after they all reached a cabin in the middle of the woods. Luther rushed out of the car just as fast he rushed out of the bar earlier. The other siblings followed shortly after so Y/N went in as well.

The sight inside the cabin squeezed her heart with an unpleasant feeling. There was a woman on the ground, Y/N presumed it was Allison, she seemed to have a deep cut on her neck and the ground already had a pool of her blood.

Luther held the woman close to him, saying things to her with his broken voice. It seemed like his whole world had crumbled. Y/N knew the feeling.

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Thank you for reading ♥ the next part should be out soon. And if you have any idea about how this story should progress or anything you would like to see in it, please send me an ask or message and I’d be happy to include it. ♥

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